#author has sukuna brainrot

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18+ NSFW content ahead, MDNI

GOING TO POUND TOWN WITH SUKUNA - HEADCANONS

Includes: fem!reader, degradation, choking, unprotected piv (wear condoms, you guys and ghouls) + a bit more typical sukuna shenanigans i think he'd do (headcanons, duh)

Note: genuinely have no clue how else to label it, just pure shameless smut (not proofread); @cafekitsune - banner

¤ Sukuna isn't the one to play games with. Because that's his quirk.

¤ That abomination of a man/curse will have you all riled up and begging in a nick of time.

¤ Pinning you against any surface possible, calling you names because you're such a whiny mess after a single knuckle of his thick digit within your tight cunt, it makes him cackle.

¤ He's a natural at making you look truly pathetic, i'll give him that.

¤ He savors your pleas like they're a nectar made only for him, King of Curses, to devour.

(*coughs* God complex-)

¤ He also wants you to watch what he's doing to you. So, by any means, he will knock you up by the mirror and he WILL make you watch, whether you like it or not.

¤ Pinning you against the sink in the restroom of some club you went to unwind at with your friends; with a veiny hand on your throat as he coos sweet nothings in your ear way to delicately for someone who's about to tear your clothes off to shreds.

¤ The man just knows how to present himself, i'll give him that ×2.

¤ If there was a foreplay it was rather short and unnecessary because your panties were soaking wet from the start. Plus, Sukuna doesn't like to waste precious time on something so meaningless to him. He just sees and claims it all, no fucks given.

¤ But, ultimately, ALL fucks given.

¤ Thrusts in one deep stroke, clasping a hand over your mouth.

¤ Don't get him wrong, he thrives on your cries, but he doesn't need any unwanted attention.

¤ Despite that he will still snarl degrading stuff like "Such a vocal bitch. You want others to come and check out this sight, hm? Maybe i should ask them to join as well, how about that?" after which he'll cackle once more, seeing you so obediently trying to silence yourself with his cock buried balls deep into you.

¤ "That's what i thought. Now stop whining and take it all in."

¤ That man is a pest, and he's proud of it.

¤ He's anything but gentle. Groping your curves with such force it'll surely leave bruises.

¤ Sukuna is not fucking, he's Fucking with a capital F. Mercilessly, rough, like he's genuinely trying to break you.

¤ One hand still on your throat; squeezing tightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to make you gulp for air with teary eyes.

¤ Gojo and his "Are you cryin'?" is all sunshine and flowers compared to Sukuna's "Are you cryin'?" with that malicious grin of his.

¤ Once again, that man fucking enjoys making a babbling mess out of you. Because that's what you are today, you're a cumslut, his cumslut. Once and for all.

¤ Never lets you finish first. Like, NEVER.

¤ 'S just not your privilege, honey. By his point of view, you basically sold your body to his possession. So he'll be the one to enjoy the ride to the fullest, with your pathetic whines accompanying wet slaps of skin on skin like a wicked lewd orchestra.

¤ Hits that sweet spot with each thrust, so you're on a timed schedule here before the bubble bursts.

¤ That torment doesn't stop for a second as he chases his high. Sukuna is literally a wild beast and he makes it known.

¤ One thing he does, though, is let go of your throat just to dig his nails into your waist and hips. Because if he didn't, he'd probably snap your damn neck. The sheer force of his grip on your flesh is ungodly.

¤ Cums with a grunt or huff. Not a growl, that he did during the process and right in your ear. While his mouth kept running, of course.

(To think about it, he isn't the talkative type usually. But, oh, dirty talk? When he knows how desperate you are? Sign him up, first row, best seat with couch cushions, please.)

¤ It's a grunt of pure bliss. Head thrown back, chest raising and falling rapidly, eyes rolling into oblivion as they close shut, the whole package.

¤ He'll never admit it even if you saw it in the reflection. Gaslighting is his middle name, i'll give him that ×3.

¤ Also bucks his hips into yours to fill you up to the brim. There's no debate here, if he said you're taking it, you are. Mewl all you want, his cock will kiss your cervix one more time, before he once again denies you of your release and slips it out.

¤ Will stare as his seed drips down your pussy and thighs. It's mesmerizing to him, okay? Especially when you're all trembling and sobbing, that gets him off for round two.

¤ Whenever he's feeling generous, he will make it more enjoyable for you. Though his lovebites still leave bloody markings all over you.

¤ Also, if he's VERY generous, he will finger you. We've all seen what those hands can do, there's no point in denying it'll be divine.

¤ But your clit will literally hurt afterwards. Come on, it's Sukuna, you know the drill.

¤ Praising ain't his cup of tea, but, alas, if he feels gracious enough, he'll give you such courtesy as well. In his typical Sukuna style, of course.

¤ "Gambare, gambare... Serving me so well today. Good girl."

¤ After which he'll slap your pussy for good measure making you squeak and shudder.

¤ Aftercare is not about him, but he'll give you some time to recover. Mostly because he doesn't want anyone but him to see you like this. It's only his treasure to preserve and relish.

¤ All you're getting is another hungry kiss to seal your cursed pact for good, bad and dirty.

"Now... how about we ditch this place and get back home? I'm still... starving."

¤ TOJI FUSHIGURO ¤ NANAMI KENTO ¤

[just-jordie-things]

who are your 5 favourite blogs? (or 5 favourite people on tumblr)

eeeeee! i must gush !!

in no particular order but first things first OFC my wife @delzinrowe !!! 🩷🩷🩷 having her as my nanami flowershop anon changed this blog in such an exciting way. i looked forward (and still do) to any messages from the mysterious and sweet anon and i’m so grateful to have met her now!! she’s incredibly talented and so easy to talk to i genuinely love love love her!!! she deserves so much more recognition and interaction. but rn it feels like she’s my special secret 😂🫶

we don’t interact too much so i hope it’s ok to tag but @awearywritersworld comes to mind next!! their sukuna fic men are so quick to blame the gods has been revolutionary to me. i had little to no interest in him before i saw the way they wrote for him 😇🫶 and i think that speaks volumes to an author’s ability!!! if you see this you’re fantastic and i can’t wait to read the next part!! (i’m saving it for a long trip i have comin in a couple days and im chomping at the bit to read it!!) ❤️❤️

@thebellearchives you crack me up and flatter me at the same time with your comments and tags i think i have blog crush on youuu 🤭🫣🥰🤪 genuinely i see your name come up in my activity and i be kickin my feet because you always know just what to say to make me smile n giggle n shiii 🙈 and you also have fantastic fics i go back to all the time in my recs 🩵🩵

@the-delusion-corner is a new moot and writer and eeeeeeee someone new to wrote for yuuta will always steal my heart bc he deserves so much content and you wrote him SO SO GOOD 🙏🙏 i know i haven’t been reading much these days but you always got me frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog 😂🩷 we def need to interact more !!!!!!💜💜

leaving the fifth spot tagless i suppose because i want all my anons to know i love them so so much 🥹🫶🫶🫶 the uptick in interaction and people wanting their own anon tags has not gone unnoticed, and yall should know i appreciate you!! everyone that’s wanted a tag, anyone who’s participated in brainrotting with me, i’ve had so much fun writing with/for you 🩷🤍🩷🤍 i wouldn’t be on this app the way that i am if it weren’t for you guys. it’s so much fun and i love it and you 🥰❤️

[missingn000]

The new chapter is amazing!✨️✨️✨️

I really love the dynamic between Mahito and Kashimo! The UFO part was hilarious and the fact that Mahito lied about how TV works is really fitting.

Poor Yuuji, Kenjaku should just keep up the absent parent act and leave him alone.

Gojo really jinxed himself when he said that thing about not having a character foil, smh.😔

The Sukuna conversation was really interesting and I am curious to find out what happened to him to be like that. Also the line “It’s not like I hate him. I just want to kill him.” is the best thing I ever read. Love the logic behind that. 10/10

✨️💖✨️

ahh i'm so happy you like it!! i love their dynamic too xD mahito really would, i feel so bad for hajime. i couldn't survive one minute what they have to put up with every day

dfghj gojo totally did. was about time he got a character foil, everyone else in his family had one

MAN I WISH KENJAKU WOULD LEAVE YUUJI ALONE TOO (<- literally the author, is entirely in control of whether or not kjk leaves yuuji alone and has decided to go the most devastating route). i had fun writing the sukuna conversation, i'd say it helped ease my brainrot but i actually think i made it worse.

thanks for reading!! ❤️️❤️️❤️️

[not-delicious-milk]

untangle

pairing | itadori yuuji x fushiguro megumi

content | fluff, light angst, humor. birthday fic for the birthday boy. yuuji has adhd and i will die on that hill

word count | 1.7k

form | oneshot

originally posted | 23 december 2020

author's note | yes i wrote this because i got back into knitting. i know i’m a day late for fushi’s birthday but shh. anyway itafushi brainrot

Itadori hyperfixates on knitting. Shenanigans ensue. 

It started out innocent enough. 

Gojou had decided to treat them to shopping in the city, something that excited Kugisaki and Itadori beyond reason. Fushiguro thought that those two would probably faint from excitement if their sensei ever indulged them in a trip to Roppongi, as he'd promised them so many months ago, even though he knew fully well it was little more than a tourist trap.

Then they passed by a fabric store, and Itadori had stopped cold in his tracks at the sight of the multicolored yarns in the window. Peeking over a teetering pile of bags and boxes he was holding for Kugisaki, Itadori drew so close to the window his breath misted up the glass.

"What is it, Itadori?" Kugisaki huffed. She turned around and barely suppressed a laugh when she saw him staring. "Are you a grandmother now? Come on, I still need to pick up new stockings."

"No, it's just—" Itadori glanced back at her, wide eyed. "You know, my grandfather taught me to knit once, when I was really little. I hadn't given it much thought since…" His sentence trailed off. "Anyway, it's getting colder now, right? Plus Christmas is coming up. Maybe I should pick it up again."

Fushiguro shrugged. "As long as you don't go crazy. Like that time with the stamps."

"Listen — those were limited edition stamps—"

"And the historical romance movies."

"How did you — come on, Pride and Prejudice is a classic—"

"And the bullet journals?"

"I didn't even get that many of those! Gojou-sensei was the one who recommended those to keep track of stuff."

"You had to empty one of your manga shelves just to store all the stationary you bought!"

"Okay, I get it!" Itadori held up one of his hands in a gesture of surrender, nearly dropping Kugisaki's things in the process. "In and out. All I want to do is look."

But that was not all he wanted to do. Itadori wanted to touch the yarn, and then he was ogling the seasonal colors, and then he was flipping through pattern books, and then he was discussing different wool blends with the lady working there, and then he was picking out bamboo circular knitting needles, and then he was ordering cones of yarn in different colors, and by the time they staggered out of the fabric store, Fushiguro was ready to collapse. 

The way home was just as bad, if not worse. Itadori talked Gojou's ear off the whole time about different stitches he wanted to try and projects he was going to start. "Oh, by the way, Fushiguro!"

Fushiguro turned at the mention of his name. "What is it?"

"Would you prefer a scarf or a hat? I picked out this blue acrylic-wool blend to match your eyes, but I'm not sure which one you would prefer."

Fushiguro blinked at him. "A— a scarf, I guess."

Itadori gave him a thumbs up and then went right back to talking a mile a minute. Fushiguro wasn't sure if he should be paying attention or not. He glanced at Kugisaki, who was in a world of her own looking at the souvenirs and new accessories she had bought with Gojou's credit card. 

Gojou himself seemed only mildly interested in what Itadori was saying. He seemed to be thinking of something else, but he did seem to be making an effort to show his student that he was listening.

Fushiguro sighed. He really was hopeless. "Itadori, tell me about the patterns you want to try."

Itadori turned to him, and Fushiguro let himself take in the radiant glow of his eyes for one selfish moment, before training his gaze on the floor of the train.

(Was it too much to ask for him to stop being so bright all the time?)

The excitement could barely keep its way out of Itadori's voice as he described the different ways to knit a sock, and Fushiguro smiled a little, careful not to let Gojou see it. He would never let him live it down. 

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"Fushigurooooooooooooooo!"

He doesn't have to yell. The walls are so thin between our rooms anyway. "What?" he called back, a little quieter. 

"I need your help! Come here!"

Fushiguro sighed and closed the book he'd been reading. It was a hefty tome on marine biology he'd picked up the week before. And in that week, Itadori had probably knit enough to clothe a small country. 

Well, that was an exaggeration. But he really had been spending all his time working on some project or another, and Fushiguro was mentally counting down until his inevitable burnout. 

He opened the door to Itadori's room and poked his head inside. "What— oh."

Itadori grinned sheepishly at him. He was in the middle of a pile of tangled yarn, probably partially tangled in it himself, seated on the floor. "Um, I could use another pair of hands."

Fushiguro sighed for as long as he could, feigning annoyance. 

(He really didn't mind.) 

"Thanks, man." Itadori wriggled his way out of his multicolored bonds and started picking at the strands. "I promise it's not as bad as it looks." What it looked was pretty bad.

"I just forgot to organize them when I was done with a color. I had just been putting them in a bin under my bed."

Really? Not a blender?

Fushiguro said nothing as he worked at a thick knot. 

"Brat, do something about him."

His eyes went wide as Fushiguro whipped his head around to see a mouth formed on Itadori's cheek, speaking in a familiarly cold voice. "He's driving me insane."

Itadori slapped a hand over Sukuna's mouth automatically. "You were already insane," he muttered under his breath.

The mouth opened again on his hand. "All you think about are your projects. If I wanted to possess a grandmother, I would have done so. Brat, break his knitting needles, throw out his yarn, something. I know you find it irritating too." 

Itadori pointedly ignored Sukuna's voice, but for a moment Fushiguro was sure he saw something flicker in his eyes — something like disappointment, or maybe regret. His smile seemed a little too tight, his gaze too fixed.

Ever since he had come back to life, Fushiguro had noticed that Itadori wasn't quite the same. He never wanted to talk about it, either, besides the few words they'd exchanged before the Goodwill Event. 

But these days, something about Itadori Yuuji seemed a little unsure. He seemed harder, cracked around the edges like broken glass. He was smiling the same smile as ever, but something in his eyes told Fushiguro that he didn't mean it. 

Fushiguro imagined that he was untangling Itadori. Maybe it was that he didn't trust him enough, wasn't close enough to him, didn't care as much about him as Fushiguro did him, but there was something twisted up inside Itadori that he didn't let anyone touch. 

(He would never admit it, but Fushiguro wished that he could. Sort through the strands one by one, with care and with gentleness, until he was all smoothed out.)

"Itadori," Fushiguro said quietly. 

"Huh?" By the time he turned around to meet his eyes, Itadori had already masked his brief slippage of control. 

"I don't think it's irritating."

Itadori laughed a little. "No, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad, I know I'm going a little overboard…"

"I'm serious."

He fell silent and ran his fingers through his soft pink hair. Again, there it was — a flash of something between disappointment and regret. "I just… it feels nice to make stuff for other people, I guess." And there he went again. Always other people first. 

(When would he realize other people worried about him too?)

Fushiguro didn't say anything else, but silently picked a piece of yarn off of Itadori's hoodie. 

"Oh! That's right!" Itadori suddenly stood up and rummaged through his bag. "It's your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?"

It was. Fushiguro hadn't told anyone about it though — there wasn't much he hated more than other people fussing over him on his birthday. The attention, the coddling praise, the presents… all of it was too much. 

Who could have—

The winking face of his sensei flashed across his mind. Of course.

"Here you go, before I forget to give it to you." Itadori handed him a folded blue scarf. "It's your birthday present!" 

Fushiguro took the scarf gingerly. It seemed to tingle in his hands, and he could almost feel the attention and time that Itadori had put into it. It had a complicated-looking cable pattern that must have taken him forever. 

"Do you— do you like it?"

He glanced up at Itadori, whose usually sunny face was clouded over with insecurity. Ah, I must have made a face by accident. 

Fushiguro answered by putting the scarf on. It even smelled like him. If he breathed in deeply, he could smell Itadori's fabric softener and the scent of the outdoors that always seemed to cling to him — wood and soft grass and—

Stop smelling the scarf.

"I like it," he managed. He couldn't make eye contact with Itadori — if he did, he was afraid his careful mask of casual indifference might break and reveal something much more embarrassing.

"You do? Oh, that's good." Somehow Itadori didn't sound very convinced.

Fushiguro risked looking into his eyes. "I really love this," he stated firmly. "Honestly, I'm glad you decided to start knitting again." He paused a moment before going a step further, grasping at the tangled strands around him and within the boy who stood before him. "I think your grandfather would be really proud of you."

Itadori blinked in surprise. "Oh." A wide grin spread across his face. "Well, I'm glad you like it!"

Fushiguro gestured hopelessly to the mountain of tangled yarn.

"Ah, right."

An easy silence fell as they untangled the rest of the yarn. The warmth of the scarf around Fushiguro's neck was grounding, and reminded him of the warmth of the boy next to him. 

Itadori scooted closer to him and rested his head on Fushiguro's shoulder, surprising him. Neither of them said a word as they picked at knots of yarn. 

"Thank you," muttered Itadori under his breath. 

Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all. 

[lovenona]

Hi hello

How ya doin my dearest author adele,

been a while BUT I AM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT

if seen a great lack of artist sukuna so let's start of some brainrots but let's start slow and a little soft since i am waiting for the anime to continue but from what i have gathered from y'all manga readers...shits Going DOWN Right now... so let's go back to fluffy and spicy artist sukuna our all time favorite jerk

SOOOOO let's go with the BRAAAIIINNNRROOOTT

this man

this menace to society

he promised the reader help her with that one art project that is soon due so HE was the one to say to go to his place... SO WHERE IS HE surprise surprise our lovely yuji opened the door but no jerk in sight... so yuji and the reader just decided to wait a bit... and wait... play some games... its getting kind of lateand soon the sun is gonna set... WHERE IS HE

so yuji explains that hes apparently working on some bigger painting in the art studio that has him consumed the last few days...

SO OF WE GO THE GIVE THAT ARTIST AN EARFUL SINCE HE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BOTHERED WITH TO AT LEAST CALL US

so the reader goes to find this menace the sun is going down there are REALLY few people left on campus and y/n is hearing faint music from the studio

goes to look there is a pink haired, consumed by concentration jerk

the light of the sunset is just Illuminating the studio and bathing him in this warm light of orange in the background you can hear "Achilles come down" by gang of youths

and as you are already captured by this image before you(COMPLETELY FORGETTING THAT YOU WERE THERE TO LECTURE HIM damn beutifule ass jerk making you forget your own damn name)

you can hear him hum along to the music maybe also hear him mumbling kind of along to the song

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS IMAGE

of course this jerk is the last one there (probably scared the oth3r ones away)

AAAAANNNNNDDDD

that's were my brain decided that i don't know how hes gonna react to y/n

anyway.... this is again getting FAR to long my apologies

but i hope you enjoyed my little brainrot again even though I have been gone for quite some time

hope your having a nice day

sincerely

-your rambler 🌼

artist sukuna 😭🤲 thinking abt how eclectic his music taste is when he works (personal hc that i think he listens to lewis del mar a lot, sometimes city pop bangers when he thinks he’s alone) — huddled up in his studio in an old white t-shirt and sweats because he knows he’ll get paint all over them, eyes so transfixed on the canvas that the world could end and he wouldn’t know — but when you arrive, he’ll nod like such an action contains a thousand unspoken words, shifting his things so that you can sit beside him and quietly watch the master at work :’)

[lovenona]

first of all

I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO PUT SOME OF MY BRAINROT IN YOUR INBOX

been busy with some stuff and exams

(I am not even sure you saw my last asks but don't stress yourself about them especially if they made you uncomfortable or something if that is the case just... buen them the ask just out the window... anyway)

secondly

HOW DARE YOU EVER THINK YOU DO NOT CHARACTERISE THEM WELL

don't you dare insult one of my favorite authors on hell site (nah for real tho i will say it again and again love your writing ❤️)

and at last thirdly (do.. do you say thirdly is that a word) anyway TO THE BRAIN ROT

and as always its about artist sukuna

surprise surprise who would've guessed that from moi 😂

but BUT i have a huge feeling that our arrogant attention needing boi... never try to get into digital painting like... HE FULL ON AVOIDS IT if he can chose traditional HE WILL CHOSE TRADITIONAL

BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE an assignment comes up that has to be digitally no thing like scan a traditional and send it IT HAS TO BE DIGITALLY MADE

BUT THIS MAN NEVER SAT DOWN NOT EVEN ONCE TO LEARN HOW IT WORKS and now all thes words are being thrown into his way like Photoshop, clip studio paint pro or ex clipping mask layers vector layers.. and hes just...to much but OF COURSE he would never admit that probably would know that you need a programm in order to paint on the computer so he just frustratingly admits that he needs help but doesn't REALLY ASK couse of course PRIDE AGAIN so he just kind of ordors y/n to install it on his laptop while he makes themm some drinks when shes over to go over his history assignments

and it ends up with him successfully "sneakily" getting her to explain the program and medium to him while she "obviously" doesn't have a clue that he was frustrated and needed help (of course our prideful ass of sukuna would then proceed to create masterpieces once hes gotten the hang of the program)

AND I BET IT WAS IN GOJOS CLASS TO WHERE THEY GOT THAT ASSIGNMENT EVEN THO ITS NOT EVEN HIS MAIN LECTURE

just him being "lol why not yall are part of this generation you know how to do it" WALKED OUT WITHOUT EXPLAINING SHIT AS TO HOW TO DO IT 😂

probably a reason why hes even more frustrated and really wants to do that assignment JUST TO PEOVE TO GOJO SOMETHING as if this was a personal challenge from gojo to him😂

anyway again been rambling tooooooo much in this ask again hope you still enjoyed my brain rot 😂 if i do get annoying just let me know

and as always

sincerely,

-your rambler

omg thank u sm 😭 it’s my firm belief that sukuna is so shit when it comes to using technology – mans has NO idea how to use digital programs n gojo probably knew that which is why he assigned it <3 head empty only sukuna staring at his laptop like a grandpa n being so shocked when u install the tablet for him and get his programs up n running despite the fact u have no idea how to use them either <3 sukuna mumbling to himself that “he totally knew how to do that” and being so bitter when he sits down to play with everything <3 although he’s secretly super grateful that you’re sitting next to him patiently reading instructions from the manual on how to do everything <3 sukuna spending all afternoon trying out the different brushes n settings and refusing to let u go home because he wants to show u the cool artwork (literally just different lines) he did <3 making u google things he doesn’t understand and then saying “oh i knew that just wanted to make sure!” <3 being so mf proud when he finally makes something worthwhile and claims that digital art “isn’t that bad” (babe u threw a tantrum. it’s okay, we know)