#Imagine Yuji talking to Sukuna like he's from the ice age

[ryanthel0ser]

There is a severe lack of old man jokes against Sukuna in this fandom, we need to be clowning this old man

I don't care if you find him hot, join in on calling him an old fart because he literally is

[k-martins]

So I found this around, can I ask for Itadori/ Fushiguro?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

This is a fun activity. Thank you for sending it.

- Gives kisses on the nose/forehead.

Oh, sure Yuji, but Megumi also does this sometimes when he felt more comfortable with the relationship. I imagine Yuji giving sweet, innocent kisses to the tip of Megumi's nose when he makes a frown (which he immediately gets rid of, because this boy is weak to Yuji's nonsense 🙈🙈)

- Gets more jealous

Megs wins this one for sure. Do you remember the way he looked at Osawa? He knows how cool, kind and amazing his boyfriend is, so he would keep closer to Yuji, keeping sharp eyes on anyone who tries to get close. Always attentive and keeping an eye on Yuji. But I also think that Yuji has a little possessiveness towards Megs, especially post-canon. After more than a month apart, it's no wonder he wants to stay attached to Megumi's hip lol.

- Pick up each other at the bar when they're too drunk to drive

They are both minors, so there is no such thing. But when they get older (AND THEY WILL GET TO OLD AGE!!!!), Megumi is much more responsible and less likely to get drunk. Yuji, on the other hand, is an affectionate and cheeky drunk. He would definitely tease Megumi all the time, trying to induce him to relax, while Megs remains sober and smiles fondly at his boyfriend's nonsense.

- Take care on sick days

Yuji, definitely. Megumi strikes me as the type of person who wouldn't admit to being sick until he's unable to get out of bed, so it's up to Yuji to take care of his boyfriend during these times. He is affectionate (and even a little overprotective). He wraps Megumi in warm blankets, makes soup, massages the painful parts, and lies with him until Megumi feels better. Megs says that Yuji will also get the disease, but YUJI comforts him and stays close (and if the next day he also woke up sick, YUJI won't complain about being taken care of by his boyfriend ❤️)

- Drag the other person into the water on a day at the beach

Yuji lmao. I can even imagine the scene. A beach in Okinawa. Megumi photographing Yuji and the sunset. Yuji approaches, takes the camera from Megs' hand before picking him up and running towards the beach. Megumin screaming to be put down, squeezing Yuji's neck to keep himself steady (although he knows Yuji wouldn't put him down). The two heading into the sea, laughing and splashing each other in the water before sharing a sweet kiss and then turning to watch the sunset while still holding each other. Wishaiaksiahai this looks perfect! 🥹🥹🥹

- Gives spontaneous massages

Hmm, I think Megumi would be that type. He would see Yuji's tense shoulders (too much post-mission adrenaline or stress because of Sukuna) and start massaging his shoulders to calm the nerves. But I also imagine that Yuji likes to massage Megumi's feet while he works on his cell phone and Megumi reads (he sometimes puts his hand on Megs' calves, which earns him a kick in the chest lol)

- Drives/rides shotgun

Megumi got her driver's license before Yuji, so he's the one driving the car while Yuji talks the whole way, checks the map on trips, and takes care of the radio. On the other hand, it is YUJI who drives the motorcycle, sometimes taking it to take Megumi on a date to the ice cream shop in the middle of the night. The two enjoy these freer outings after spending so much time confined to the lives of wizards.

- Bring another lunch to work

Megumi is the one who does this, because YUJI constantly forgets about food in his rush to leave. Megs doesn't mind since he has an excuse to see YUJI, lol. The two have lunch together at these times, sharing food and hugs. They're so sticky it makes me roll my eyes.

- Has a better parental relationship

Yuji. Choso accepted Megumi very well, at first because Yuji's determination to save him and chapter 143 convinced him that their relationship was mutual and true. He may not know much about human relationships, but even for a half-curse the bright, loving eyes Itafushi exchanges with each other is clear. (Miki would love YUJI too and Gojo already considers him a perfect son-in-law, but we know what happened in canon 👀)

- Try to start role-playing in bed

(The bad side of not knowing some expressions in English is that I end up in situations like searching for role-playing in bed on Google 🙈🙈🙈) Yuji. I won't elaborate further. Let's just say he has a lot of stamina and creativity.

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Yuji is a terrible dancer and his lack of discretion evaporates when he injects alcohol. Not only will he dance like crazy, he will pull Megumi to dance with him. Hands on hips, spicy jokes and slow speech. As if he wouldn't then fall on Megumi's shoulder the whole way back LMAO.

- Still cries watching Titanic

This film is prohibited in their cinema session. It doesn't bring back good memories for Megumi. You know, being submerged at the bottom of the sea... 😿

- Strongly believes in couple fantasies

Yuji is an idiot and he will drag Megumi into his idiocy because yes (and because he would sell a kidney to see Megumi in a bunny costume 👀), so at Halloween they combine costumes with references to films that only Yuji knows. Once, according to the meme, Yuji and Megumi dressed up as Satosugu, which offended Satoru. ("Suguru, tell that punk Megumi to stop pitching him voice and say it's me. It's annoying" "you're annoying, Satoru")

- Break the rule of expensive gifts during Christmas

Megumi really likes to spoil Yuji (and he doesn't have a very clear idea of prices after being spoiled since he was a child by Gojo and his expensive jackets lol), so he always buys something expensive but that he knows Yuji will like.

- Make the other person eat breakfast

Yuji usually makes breakfast for them, both because Megumi doesn't think straight when he wakes up, and because he likes to cook different things. And Megumi will always eat a full meal before the two leave.

- Remembers birthdays

Megumi has a good memory, so he remembers several important dates (even those that Yuji makes up like "the first day we kissed" ((which was December 24th, what a coincidence 👀)))

- Brings up having children

It was Megumi who brought the matter up when he observed Yuji dealing with a child. The way he seemed so patient and gentle with the little one made a feeling rise in Megs' chest. He had never thought about being a father (until he always believed he would die before he was 30), but seeing YUJI there made the desire come alive. yuji was more than happy with this notice

Thanks again for sending me this game! I had so much fun imagining these things LMAO! and I'm sorry if I misinterpreted any terms. Google confuses me sometimes lol ♥️♥️♥️

[elysianslove]

Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee 

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.  

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself