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" this is for my boyfriend you ugly ass mf'er " -- Itadori Yuuji, about to end Sukuna's career
When Suguru wants to gently grab Satoru's attention, he'll hold his face with one hand on his cheek and direct him to look at him. It's easy, simple, and doesn't require verbal inflection at any point. Since Six eyes can be overwhelming and result in overstimulation for Satoru, he's learned to get his attention without using his voice and possibly contributing to the problem. Satoru has an irrational and complete obsession with Suguru's nape. You can find him resting against it fairly often. He also thinks Suguru's hair smells nice, so he gets to smell it while he rests his head there. They joke on and off about being in love. Nobody can tell if they're being serious or not because it happens so often and can get flirtatiously serious. "Where's my X?" " You'll get your X when I get my ring. " or " You get a ring when I get a proposal!" Again: no one can tell how serious they are. And they don't know either, really.
They bring gifts for one another's children. This is common and they spoil one another's kids relentlessly. Satoru tends to get more chances since Suguru's not trying to send his kids to school looking like they're made of money because he has to keep a certain appearance of a humble priest. cont. ^ "Suguru, can I donate to you? How much do you want?" " No!? You can't donate, I know you're gonna dump money on me, I have a certain character to uphold...! Satoru! Give me that damn card! 😤 "
― ❝ ... This is the first time that anyone has given me something to prove! ❞
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─ ❝ I will save people... whether or not it's fair! ❞
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Okay but here's a concept: Six eyes & Limitless users have never gotten to experience true love. Because even in the Heian era and all the eras after that, they were powerful people who were common to find bounties on, or have someone out to take their head in one way or another simply because of their supernatural influence and ability to see beyond what normal people do. They're dangerous and revered by the Gojo clans, and often deferred to for matters which include the fate of the sorcerers' society. One of the best ways / most effective ways to get close enough to kill them is to either kill them as children, (Which resulted in Gojo Satoru being as protected and sheltered as he was when he was young. Someone (Kenjaku and his present-at-the-time-vessel) strangled a six eyes user to keep them from maturing properly into their role.) And again, we see it with Satoru's circumstances, emotionally devastating them and rendering them useless is also another route to go. This means that in order to remain safe, to keep themselves safe, no six eyes user until Satoru has truly found love, or could ever truly confide in anyone, in another sorcerer or a human being. They had to stay alive first and foremost for the sake of the fragile balance of the sorcerer's world. They never truly had someone they could rely on. Until Satoru met and fell in love with Suguru. Suguru who would never abuse his trust or hurt him intentionally, who loved him for ten years, who was fine dying by Satoru's hands. For a time, it was like the universe gave Satoru a trump card. Like the universe gave him someone more himself than he is. Knew him inside and out. Who was used and abused to capture and incapacitate Satoru in the end because it was the most effective way. Because from experience, Kenjaku knew it'd be what did him in.
― ❝ I'm ... a sorcerer !! ❞
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― ❝ Seems you've got the wrong idea, so let me just set things straight: You're the challenger here! ❞
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― ❝ It's just, in a world like this... I couldn't smile from the bottom of my heart. ❞
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If I wrote a oneshot on AO3 about the reincarnation!SukuFushi au featuring Sukuna’s execution…….. would you read it?
I think we as a fandom need to admit just how horrific six eyes has the potential to be. What do you mean Gojo can see shit to a microscopic, atomic level? How's he not driving completely crazy with the constant stimulation of visuals? Horrific, torturous visions of things he doesn't want to see but is forced to? Like a seer? Like a prophet, cursed with accurate knowledge that no one else has and somehow having to make peace with it every single day of his life? How does it not drive him off the deep end? It's horrific and I love it. I think about it a lot. So now I'm cursing all of you with it; think about it. 😈
so like…. horny, kidnapping, possessive SukuFushi feat. itafushi. Which of you would read that.
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“ When you die, I’ll be waiting for you, at the bottom of that well. You’ll have nowhere to go, and you’ll be mine forever. “
The blood on Fushiguro’s face is warm and fresh, as Sukuna grips his face with his hands, almost with enough pressure to cause a headache as sweat poured down his back, as exhaustion took place in his bones, as he held his cursed blade that was currently plunged into the curse’s chest. Sukuna was all out of energy, he was surely going to perish. Yet there’s a maniacal smile in those haunting features, one that strikes fear in the bottom of Megumi’s soul as he seems to be staring straight through to his core, straight through to his very soul through his jade eyes. Amusement soon overwrites what viciousness had been there, as if the curse could tell that something he had said had struck Megumi in just the perfect way, inducing fear, inducing harrowing, instant horror. … Megumi wakes up screaming, startling his partner as they lay right beside him in the bed, Itadori’s eyes snapping open at the sudden movement and the sharp intake of breath as well as the sudden exhaling of it. Yuuji knows well that since Megumi had exorcsed Sukuna, he’s been plagued with nightmares about the incident, even when it’s been well over five years since they last had heard anything about the king himself, let alone seen him in person. The best thing he can do is roll over on an arm and use his other to squeeze his lover to him, trying to calm him down with gentle but firm pressure. “Umi, hey, hey…! You’re okay…!” Yuuji desperately tries to tell him, holding the ten shadows user to his person to try and provide him with a sense of solace. Megumi, however, had stopped screaming by that point, and seems to have just woken up with a start, a start and a forehead beading with sweat as he looks manic, looking up at the sorcerer in bed with him, eyes darting around his face. (He feels bad about it, but he always checks for Sukuna markings.) They’d been together for a few years now, ever since Sukuna’s exorcism. Yuuji, twenty, and Megumi, twenty one, in love since they first met, and only two years of living in the same apartment, two years of sleeping in the same bed. The nightmares were nothing if not consistent. “W…What…? … S, Sorry, Yuu…” “… Another nightmare? The same one? Sukuna…?” Itadori asks him, feeling comfortable enough now to relax on his side, letting go of Megumi now that he’s ceased the screaming and the shaking. Megumi, swallowing thickly, nods ever so slightly to affirm the other’s assumption. “ … Yeah, it, it was… it always is.” The battle had scarred Megumi almost irreperably. Megumi, an avid user of ten shadows had not summoned nor used his domain in five years, which also meant that he kept the usage of his cursed technique to a minimum, if he used it at all. He didn’t want to think about Sukuna, somewhere just out of sight of his eyes, lurking in the shadows somewhere, a place that had once offered sanctuary now corrupted by a curse and a memory. I’ll be waiting for you, at the bottom of the well.
“ … He hasn’t shown himself in years, Megumi.” Yuuji tells him, rubbing his back a little to try and show comfort and care to the other when he most needed it. " I just know that ... killing Sukuna bothered you a lot, didn’t it? He scared you. I didn't think it was possible to scare you so much you didn't want to use your cursed technique. " " ... He told me he was always going to be there, waiting for me. In the shadows. " they tell him quietly, fearfully, " ... and he said it with such certainty... " " ... Sukuna did? " Yuuji manages to raise a brow, “But ... it's your domain and technique, and yeah he's good with sorcery but ... to invade it beyond death ... ? That sounds crazy, even for somebody like him. "
“I know, I know... but the manic look in his eyes... the grin, the way he held my face with blood on his hands... it genuinely scared me. " Megumi feebly remarks, feeling too small all of a sudden. " ... No. I haven't. but... I don't know. It just feels... like i'm being watched. "
“We exorcised him. " Yuuji tries to assure, " Promise. Gojo-sensei confirmed it. So… nobody's watching you. " " ... Not even you? " Megumi makes an attempt to lighten the heavy air, and it makes Yuuji quirk a smile, letting out a small laugh from the response, so unhinged and random for someone as typically serious as Megumi Fushiguro. Yuuji attributes the answer to being half asleep and half awake still. " Okay, no curses . " Yuuji corrects with jest.
so like…. horny, kidnapping, possessive SukuFushi feat. itafushi. Which of you would read that.
& maybe Yuuji likes to call Megumi "Umi" or "Sea" . Cause he grew up in Sendai, which is very close to the Miyagi coast, he's very well acquainted with the sea and the deep blue of the ocean. He can see that same color in Megumi's eyes if you go by the anime's choice in eye color rather than the manga one. In the Manga, he considers them jade-colored. Still a shade of the ocean in his opinion though. Deep, blue-green, calming, alluring, mysterious, just like Megumi. You bet he swam in the coastal area of Miyagi all the time. He wants to take Megumi there too one day, so he can see it too! ... also wants to take Megumi to one of the cat islands, Tashiro.
man, this horny kidnapping sukufushiita thing is 6,000 words rn. and I still haven't written the po/rn. Please just enjoy a softer Sukuna. This thing is so super self-indulgent.
god this sukufush/itafushi/ eventual sukufushiita fic i is so manipulative and obsessive and " i know what's best for you more than/before you do " flavor and I love it. MDNI. part of the current WIP.
The futon is luxurious for a few hours, and Sukuna boasts about being more comfortable than the brat, much to Megumi's personal amusement… these two really could get into a competition about anything, couldn't they? How warm they both were, how comfortable, Sukuna ends up practically spooning him from behind, as Megumi buries himself in the blankets for the mere fact that the material was comforting. Internally, maybe it was also something to do with the creation of an artificial barricade between what he fears and desires at the same time. Maybe that was the worst thing about seeing Sukuna again after all this time devoting himself to Yuuji, knowing that he had a choice to make… and it was encroaching on him quickly.
He fears his own body's wants. Terrified that they might betray their lover, it was unthinkable for him. There was simply no way he'd ever be so disloyal to his most loved person in the world, the one who fought back to back with him for years, even when Megumi had been rendered effectively useless by the terror Sukuna implanted into him. Yuuji didn't give up on them, didn't fail to see them as a sorcerer and a powerful person… that was perhaps the most vital thing: unlike a lot of people in his life, Yuuji didn't give up on him and disappear out the door the second he wasn't useful anymore.
… but then, neither had Sukuna. In fact, Sukuna had even protected him multiple times. Mahoraga, all the cursed spirits that would have overcame him in one way or another, all his vulnerable moments where he truly couldn't handle himself. Sukuna had done his best as a cursed spirit himself to protect him, as a real master of the jujutsu arts, he'd pulled feats of strength hitherto unheard of for his sake. The only reason Sukuna had gone was because of Megumi's exorcism of him at the end, where he stared the curse in the face as he got rid of him, even with tears threatening to line his eyes, with blood sticky and wet between them, with his own weapons no less. It was a betrayal. Yet, Sukuna mentioned nothing about it but once, did not use the incident against him, rather… he was a seductive kind of cruel, an evil that thrived on being wanted, as all evil in this world did. Wanted, seeked out, exploited by fools.
That's why what wakes him… startles him.
Two large hands exploring his form shamelessly, lazily, running down to the dips of his hips to linger on the bend of his skin, not a sound from behind him as Megumi peeks his eyes open from the firm touch's awakening. Naturally, he first tries to twist away from the touch, tries to get the curse to cease whatever they were planning to do with him, as a heat flushes across his cheeks. Megumi screws his eyes shut stubbornly-- he wasn't about to let this happen, he wasn't about to betray Yuuji like that. If he gave into the feeling of those hands, it'd be a dangerous decision. Even if they were searching for complacency that did, in fact, exist within Megumi's tired form… he refused to admit that there might have been even the slightest possibility that Sukuna might overpower his will.
Eventually, that idea goes out the window entirely as Sukuna finds themselves eventually climbing on top of him, talking in his ear as he leans down to invade their personal space, the breath lingering along with the heat of his breath, the satisfaction of finally getting them into this malleable state, a state where he clearly wants what Sukuna is offering, Personally, Sukuna found the very idea of bumbling hands being the ones to pleasure his Megumi abhorrent and offensive. Awkward, clueless, useless hands of the brat could not satisfy the person who Sukuna chose, surely. Luckily for Megumi: Sukuna knew what could.
“ There’s no use refusing me… allow yourself the opportunity to feel true pleasure… “
Even when Ryomen Sukuna's weight is atop of their body and Megumi's existence is a stubborn one, the raven isn't very good at keeping his meek sounds of pleasure to themselves. Even their fight dies a bit when Sukuna is situated on top of them like he is, only pulling back to lean back on Megumi's body and get himself out of his upper kimono, the obi tied around the middle like a thin string the only thing keeping the lower half together. In the dim illumination of the candles, he really does appear more like an overlord of hell than anything else, it was impossible to tell what was more attractive: his chiseled, tribal-tattooed body of the look in his eye as he stares them down, diminishing Megumi's fight even further.
" S, Sukuna…"
Sukuna's hand inches its way down Megumi's outstretched arm to crawl and worm his way between their fingers, clutching the hand with his claws as a mockery of intimacy. A low rumble in his throat resounding, reverberating, a groan against the skin of the raven's throat, a husky response being offered as his lips graze against their skin with every shaping of their mouth, " Mmn? This isn't your world… this is mine. Your vows of loyalty to the brat don't exist. However what does exist… is what's in front of you. Me. This. Allow me to introduce you to another plane of pleasure… the heights of wanting… "
There's a haze already gathering in Megumi's brain, settling right where logic should be operating, and in Megumi's chest, his heart races at the physical closeness of the curse. Admittedly, he's only ever touched a curse in a fight with his fists or with his cursed blade, never with his hands, never like this. The King of Curses was surprisingly human… everything from the feeling of his flesh to the warmth radiating from his body screamed the classification of human if he didn't already know better. Megumi was placing a hand on Sukuna's wrist, breathing heavily as their cheeks flush— someone like Yuuji wouldn't even dream of being so rough with them. Yuuji was too gentle a soul to imagine it.
And his lips move on their own with a husk he didn't know he had in him to even create; " I… I want it… "
"Say it again." Sukuna orders him, their eyes locked as Sukuna searches to make Megumi admit it to himself that he does, in fact, desire more than the brat can give. He had to make what Sukuna saw as clear as glass just as clear to Megumi, and the repetition, the admittance of his own desires, was a good place to start.
Sukuna knew the brat could never be so deliberate with his touches either, clumsy fingers and even worse touches were exactly what he imagined from the boy. He felt like Yuuji couldn't take care of Megumi in the way that Megumi deserved, and he deserved so much more. Perhaps he just needed to show Megumi what he needed before he knew he needed it. To show him his own desires, to show him what he could have. To show him that it wasn't too late not to settle with someone lesser than the best of the best, the strongest in history, the only one who deserved such a precious blessing in his world.The brat's choice of environment wasn't where Megumi would flourish to his full potential, and that much was clear to Sukuna.
" One more time. "
I swear to god that i've read somewhere that kenjaku can't take gojo's body because gojo's six eyes would reject him or something along those lines ...... but those leaks ....... he's lost an eye or something. Which has been the theory for a long time, and one I personally agree with.
What was Sukuna doing inside Megumi during the month time skip?
Was he training for the fight? Playing video games and eating people?
Dressing up Megumi in his best clothes
Realistically? Breaking him down. Telling him objective lies until he believed them and quit fighting so hard to get away from him; his own blessing shouldn't be trying so damned hard to flee his loving embrace. Training him to fight physically, trying to sink his soul so far down that it was unreachable to anyone but himself, so no one could hope to take him away, no one could reignite that fire that drove Megumi to fight for that righteous bullshit that drove the brat. Nothing ruins his fun like seeing him buy into the foolish belief that helping people did anything.
Indulged in all the food available now. Some of it human, which he had to force down Megumi's throat, because every time he tried to eat it, Megumi would see fit to fight back in the beginning, trying to throw it up and spit it out by any means. Sukuna just grabs his mouth and his nostrils, forcing him to swallow or choke to death. A few seconds go by, then a minute, and Megumi can't take it. It was swallow or die. He swallows the human meat in his mouth and gags, retching violently on his hands and knees, before Sukuna lets him go completely. "... Good boy, Megumi." He coos manipulatively, as tears roll down Megumi's face in disgust and rage. He absolutely had Uraume hunt him the most perfect outfit. He tried on many of them, looking in his reflection, fond and fawning over his lover's face and how he wore everything, the way it hugs and encases his lean frame. Doting on him in the meantime, just little phrases here and there. "What do you think, hm? Does it please you? ... You should just agree with me. We'll be together for a very long time, you and I." Exasperated by his silence, a stubborn and foolish refusal to speak or communicate. "... This? " Pause, turn, look himself up and down before furrowing his brows, pinching them at the middle in distaste. He can read Megumi's hazy, exhausted thoughts, as combined as they are together. "... No, you're right. Disgusting. Ugh." "... You should be more thankful for my faith in you. If I had not had an inkling of your strength back then, then I would have let you rot with the rest of them. But here you are, safe in my domain. ... Don't pout, or make a sour expression. A God loves you. The least you can do is be a good devotee."
"Suku/fushi doesn't allow Megumi a backbone" "I don't like Suku/fushi bc Megumi's character is belittled and betrayed" What if I want the 1000 yr old demon to be his corruption arc? The enabler of all Megumi's worst decisions? The one to cradle the darkest parts of him like they're diamonds whereas Megumi fully expects others to find the ever-present violence and rage of his personality to be unbecoming or even frightening and ugly? What if I just wanna watch Sukuna pluck out those dark thoughts and treat them with love because violence and rage are also inherently present in him? To love what you, too, once didn't understand about yourself when you were young. What if it's about understanding and corruption? The underlying dark obsession and the need to dominate and possess? 🤔
When I finish writing this itafushi+suku fic, it's over for you guys. Just .... have to write the se/x scene.....