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A short out of-the-blue #sukuita HC, part of my fic 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐲.
There isn't a need to read the whole thing to understand this but there may be slight spoilers or confusion ahead. Word count: 2.1k
archiveofourown.org/works/32305729/
There isn't a need to read the whole thing to understand this but there may be slight spoilers or confusion ahead. Word count: 2.1k
archiveofourown.org/works/32305729/
“This is clean,” Yuuji had said as he accepted a piece of orange from Sukuna.
One of the servants came forward to peel the fruit, looking a bit distressed. Perhaps he was scared for serving his masters unpeeled fruit. But Sukuna only waved him away and did it himself.
One of the servants came forward to peel the fruit, looking a bit distressed. Perhaps he was scared for serving his masters unpeeled fruit. But Sukuna only waved him away and did it himself.
Ensuring all pith was removed before giving it to Yuuji. He peeled another one from the batch, doing the same for this one.
Yuuji remembered when he was around eight, Suku ate an orange without removing the pith and Yuuji’s face contorted in disgust because of it.
Yuuji remembered when he was around eight, Suku ate an orange without removing the pith and Yuuji’s face contorted in disgust because of it.
[nsfw, non-con, stalker au, sukuna's pov, afab yuuji, chloroform]
#sukuita: sukuna’s heart belongs to yuuji ⎯⎯⎯yuuji, the young, pink darling, made of everything good.
sukuna wants him. everyone wants him.
#sukuita: sukuna’s heart belongs to yuuji ⎯⎯⎯yuuji, the young, pink darling, made of everything good.
sukuna wants him. everyone wants him.
it sickens him how yuuji allows himself to be held in the claws of unnamed manwhores. sometimes, it’s with the guy with sea urchin for hair. sometimes, it’s the underdeveloped emo twink.
and sometimes, it’s with the boring white-collared blonde clerk that looked like he should be at the balding age.
recently, it’s some guy with zero melanin in his system. he knows how the man looks at yuuji, blue eyes brimming with such lust it makes sukuna’s stomach churn.
recently, it’s some guy with zero melanin in his system. he knows how the man looks at yuuji, blue eyes brimming with such lust it makes sukuna’s stomach churn.
[nsfw, horror au, non-con, fellatio, underaged]
#sukuita: yuuji grew up with a man in his bedroom.
he first spotted him when he was four. just like any sunshine toddler would, yuuji immediately viewed him as a friend ⎯⎯⎯an imaginary one, of course.
#sukuita: yuuji grew up with a man in his bedroom.
he first spotted him when he was four. just like any sunshine toddler would, yuuji immediately viewed him as a friend ⎯⎯⎯an imaginary one, of course.
he would follow the lingering trails of a faint shadow around on stubby feet, his steps clumsily quick for someone his age. his mother used to ask him who he’s blabbering to, when the room is obviously empty, save for little yuuji.
with a wide, enthusiastic grin, he would chirp, “s’oonah!” his mother always dismisses it with a laugh of her own.
‘s’oonah’ was always a delight to be with, even if all yuuji did was chase his shadow, even if yuuji never got a glimpse of what ‘s’oonah’ actually looked like.
‘s’oonah’ was always a delight to be with, even if all yuuji did was chase his shadow, even if yuuji never got a glimpse of what ‘s’oonah’ actually looked like.
[blood, post-shibuya]
#sukuita: where sukuna pulls yuuji down into his domain that night after his little gift to his favourite vessel.
sukuna is perched atop his throne, as usual. legs are crossed at the knees, cheek against loosely-curled fist.
#sukuita: where sukuna pulls yuuji down into his domain that night after his little gift to his favourite vessel.
sukuna is perched atop his throne, as usual. legs are crossed at the knees, cheek against loosely-curled fist.
the smirk sukuna wears makes yuuji fantasize about sinking blunted fingernails into the sides of a supple neck and crushing the windpipe. the thought sends a thrill of carnal excitement down his spine.
"the new addition to your face is splendid. really brings out the hideousness in you," the king purrs, incisors glinting under the domain's insidious red hue.
yuuji sends him his own grin of teeth.
"you'll look good with scars too, fucking bastard."
yuuji sends him his own grin of teeth.
"you'll look good with scars too, fucking bastard."
#sukuita: in which sukuna silently fumes over how hakari kinji is touching what's his during their little brawl to prove yuuji's "fever".
when sukuna asks for a good show, this isn't what he meant. sure, the guy's giving his vessel a great beating (having yuuji all
when sukuna asks for a good show, this isn't what he meant. sure, the guy's giving his vessel a great beating (having yuuji all
battered brings him great satisfaction). but, a beating does not include lecherous gazes as such.
he sees how hakari looks at yuuji, sees how desperation licks him. he wants a taste of yuuji, wants a taste of his greatest possession.
and who doesn't?
he sees how hakari looks at yuuji, sees how desperation licks him. he wants a taste of yuuji, wants a taste of his greatest possession.
and who doesn't?
yuuji is the star of every show, the kittenish minx that everyone would love to get their grubby hands on.
foolish mongrels.
"getting bold, aren't you? flaunting yourself like that. you like the attention?" sukuna's question reverberates around his domain and rings
foolish mongrels.
"getting bold, aren't you? flaunting yourself like that. you like the attention?" sukuna's question reverberates around his domain and rings
#sukuita, modern au: in which yuuji, a hairdresser in training, is under the apprenticeship of sukuna.
yuuji is great for the job, both personality and skill-wise. he's bubbly, and he makes customers feel at ease whenever he's in charge of them.
yuuji is great for the job, both personality and skill-wise. he's bubbly, and he makes customers feel at ease whenever he's in charge of them.
with hair as pink as cotton candy and a smile that induces cavities, yuuji is the star of sukuna's salon.
though, he can be a little shit too, at times. sukuna is pretty sure it's on purpose, the way how yuuji gets on his nerves; but the boy begs to differ.
though, he can be a little shit too, at times. sukuna is pretty sure it's on purpose, the way how yuuji gets on his nerves; but the boy begs to differ.
he is simply minding his business, and sukuna, somehow, just decided that yuuji is a great target to pick on.
yuuji's skills with shears is not something to be made fun of. every snip is precise, and the results are always more than satisfactory.
yuuji's skills with shears is not something to be made fun of. every snip is precise, and the results are always more than satisfactory.
[nsfw, non-con, bad touching, blood]
#sukuita: blood trails down yuuji's nostrils, past split lips, and drips off his chin. he's a battered thing ⎯⎯⎯porcelain skin blooming with fresh purples and reds. pretty colours that suits yuuji, really brings out his whole aesthetic.
#sukuita: blood trails down yuuji's nostrils, past split lips, and drips off his chin. he's a battered thing ⎯⎯⎯porcelain skin blooming with fresh purples and reds. pretty colours that suits yuuji, really brings out his whole aesthetic.
sukuna circles the bound boy, strapped against bovine-skull-stacked-throne. the confines are drenched in king's cursed energy ⎯⎯⎯peaches can't even imagine the sweet relief of freedom.
tiger's got a scowl on bruised face. his glare reflects a whole hailstorm,
tiger's got a scowl on bruised face. his glare reflects a whole hailstorm,
and sukuna always finds pleasure in unhinged viciousness. makes his cock twitch in interest. there is just something euphoric about the idea of having so much hatred towards him. maybe it's the energy he so hungrily leeches off, or maybe it's the fact that such sentiment
[nsfw, incest, asphyxiation]
#sukuita, modern au: yuuji had lost track of time, unsure whether the sky's colour outside is a pleasant blue, a warm vermillion, or just dark and heavy ink.
"c'mon, brat. i know you're better than this," the tattooed man coos, condescending.
#sukuita, modern au: yuuji had lost track of time, unsure whether the sky's colour outside is a pleasant blue, a warm vermillion, or just dark and heavy ink.
"c'mon, brat. i know you're better than this," the tattooed man coos, condescending.
yuuji doesn't remember how he had ended up in his current situation ⎯⎯⎯bent over sukuna's work desk with his hole obscenely stretched to accommodate the monstrous girth of his twin's cock.
what's more unbelievable is that he's being wrecked by sukuna in a fucking
what's more unbelievable is that he's being wrecked by sukuna in a fucking
maid outfit.
he had purchased it earlier for his favourite pinkette, all just for harmless fun. sukuna had regarded him with a judgemental eye, and yuuji had to fight the growing urge of gouging his eyes out.
to say his lover looked dashing in that outfit would be an
he had purchased it earlier for his favourite pinkette, all just for harmless fun. sukuna had regarded him with a judgemental eye, and yuuji had to fight the growing urge of gouging his eyes out.
to say his lover looked dashing in that outfit would be an
[nsfw, non-con, gore]
#sukuita: "open wide now, yuuji," sukuna coos,tone of voice mockingly sweet. it's odd to hear his name roll off the king's tongue in such a loving manner ⎯⎯⎯it's like a semi-forceful teasing slap to a cheek. he doesn't like it one bit.
#sukuita: "open wide now, yuuji," sukuna coos,tone of voice mockingly sweet. it's odd to hear his name roll off the king's tongue in such a loving manner ⎯⎯⎯it's like a semi-forceful teasing slap to a cheek. he doesn't like it one bit.
yuuji has his jaw clenched shut, lips sealed. he levels sukuna with a murderous glare, which punches a sharp laugh out of his demonic lookalike.
"always so difficult. but i like a little bit of fight in my doves."
sukuna gives a sudden snap of hips, and the harsh
"always so difficult. but i like a little bit of fight in my doves."
sukuna gives a sudden snap of hips, and the harsh
thrust into yuuji's abused hole stings enough to make him part his mouth in a small gasp. an opening.
sukuna thrusts a thumb in, purposefully dragging sharp nail against the struggling tongue until yuuji tastes the sharp tang of copper. the boy growls, hurt and defensive
sukuna thrusts a thumb in, purposefully dragging sharp nail against the struggling tongue until yuuji tastes the sharp tang of copper. the boy growls, hurt and defensive
#sukuita modern au: sukuna owns the largest and most prominent casino in tokyo and yuuji, his most prized croupier. sukuna can always be found sitting at one of the tables yuuji is in charge of ⎯⎯⎯milking reckless gamblers' pockets while having the best view of his ...
precious doll. it's a double-win.
yuuji is a great asset to his business. he's quick in mental arithmetics (very surprising, for such a dense fool), great communication skills, dextrous fingers, and he's physically pleasing to the eye. he attracts customers, his table never ...
yuuji is a great asset to his business. he's quick in mental arithmetics (very surprising, for such a dense fool), great communication skills, dextrous fingers, and he's physically pleasing to the eye. he attracts customers, his table never ...
empty.
sure, the boy gets a ridiculous amount of lecherous stares and inappropriate remarks poorly disguised as suggestive flirting (swears on his fucking cock this man next to him breathed like he ran a whole marathon this one time when yuuji just gave him a smile).
but ...
sure, the boy gets a ridiculous amount of lecherous stares and inappropriate remarks poorly disguised as suggestive flirting (swears on his fucking cock this man next to him breathed like he ran a whole marathon this one time when yuuji just gave him a smile).
but ...
#SukuIta, twincest, implied noncon
Sukuna likes jerking off in front of the mirror.
He likes the flush that spreads on his body from exertion, the sweat rolling on his forehead, and the ripple of his muscles as he moves.
He looks good.
Sukuna likes jerking off in front of the mirror.
He likes the flush that spreads on his body from exertion, the sweat rolling on his forehead, and the ripple of his muscles as he moves.
He looks good.
He thinks it's just a narcissist thing. Some type of a kink, maybe.
Until he starts imagining his twin, Yuuji, in front of the mirror with blissed out expression. They essentially have the same face, although Sukuna has bulkier body.
It starts with curiosity.
Until he starts imagining his twin, Yuuji, in front of the mirror with blissed out expression. They essentially have the same face, although Sukuna has bulkier body.
It starts with curiosity.
Does Yuuji look like this too when he pleasures himself? Does his mouth hang open, exhaling heavily while he bites his lip to muffle the sounds?
Does his cock resemble his — pink, veiny, and curved at the top?
Does his cock resemble his — pink, veiny, and curved at the top?
#Sukuita #宿虎 #sukuitaweek2021
CW: Fluff (?), Soulmate AU
A/N: Day 3 of Sukuita Week. I can't believe I'm actually on time for the third time in a row. Please enjoy this soulmate AU.
CW: Fluff (?), Soulmate AU
A/N: Day 3 of Sukuita Week. I can't believe I'm actually on time for the third time in a row. Please enjoy this soulmate AU.
Itadori Yuuji has never been lonely.
He’s always got an array of friends, granted he isn’t always super close to them but they’re his friends anyways. Yuuji’s six years old when he stumbles on the topic of soulmates.
He’s always got an array of friends, granted he isn’t always super close to them but they’re his friends anyways. Yuuji’s six years old when he stumbles on the topic of soulmates.
The first time he sees it is when he sees a scar on his grandfather’s arm, it looks like burn marks but vaguely Yuuji can make out several characters but he can’t read them.
Yuuji’s still learning how to read but he can make out the characters.
Yuuji’s still learning how to read but he can make out the characters.
#SukuItaWeek2021 Day 1
Prompt: Bondage
#SukuIta #RyouIta
CW // incest, shibari/kinbaku, a/b/o, a!Sukuna, a!Ryoumen, o!Yuuji, breeding, spit, biting/marking, blood, technically a Yakuza au
Prompt: Bondage
#SukuIta #RyouIta
CW // incest, shibari/kinbaku, a/b/o, a!Sukuna, a!Ryoumen, o!Yuuji, breeding, spit, biting/marking, blood, technically a Yakuza au
Summary: Yuuji learns kinbaku/shibari (sorry idk the proper terminology) from Megumi and convinces Suku-nii to let him try it on him. Suku-nii might have some regrets......
Ryou-nii will show up too, but later on.
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Ryou-nii will show up too, but later on.
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The room is unusually silent as Sukuna watches his little omega brother kneel between his legs, pink tongue peaking out between his lips as he concentrates on the ropes in hand.
It'd taken a /lot/ of whining and begging and pouting from Yuuji to get the older alpha to agree to-
It'd taken a /lot/ of whining and begging and pouting from Yuuji to get the older alpha to agree to-
⛩️🐯"Don't Ever Look Away" 🐯⛩️
NSFW - #sukuita - jealousy, possessive behavior, frottage
//
“I saw you staring at him.”
“I was looking.”
“You were staring, you little brat.”
“What does it matter? I’m looking at you now, aren’t I?”
NSFW - #sukuita - jealousy, possessive behavior, frottage
//
“I saw you staring at him.”
“I was looking.”
“You were staring, you little brat.”
“What does it matter? I’m looking at you now, aren’t I?”
Sukuna’s eyes narrow and he searches Yuuji’s face for some punchline or fake. The boy’s done something like it before and he despises lies.
Yuuji plops onto the throne of bones like he owns the domain and holds out his arms in offering.
Yuuji plops onto the throne of bones like he owns the domain and holds out his arms in offering.
Sukuna’s glare remains, but he climbs into Yuuji’s lap with both hands resting on Yuuji’s chubby cheeks.
He pinches the soft flesh, earns a whine, and bunching brow, then loosens his hold.
It’s a minor punishment for a minor infraction, but he’s not yet satisfied.
He pinches the soft flesh, earns a whine, and bunching brow, then loosens his hold.
It’s a minor punishment for a minor infraction, but he’s not yet satisfied.
#sukuita
Sukuna's voice has often echoed in his head since Yuuji consumed the curse. Annoying. Distracting. But as time goes on, Yuuji has learned how to tune it out pretty effectively, and the curse gets quieter and quieter. It's a small, peaceful relief.
Sukuna's voice has often echoed in his head since Yuuji consumed the curse. Annoying. Distracting. But as time goes on, Yuuji has learned how to tune it out pretty effectively, and the curse gets quieter and quieter. It's a small, peaceful relief.
That is, until Yuuji goes to sleep one night, exhausted from training, and finds himself in the cursed domain, looking up at Sukuna who sits cross-legged, relaxed, surveying him with disdain.
"You've been ignoring me, brat," he says.
"Well, you're really loud," Yuuji mutters.
"You've been ignoring me, brat," he says.
"Well, you're really loud," Yuuji mutters.
Sukuna scoffs. "In my time, my words would make humans tremble with fear and respect. You haven't learnt that yet, but you will."
Yuuji crosses his arms, impatient. "Well? Did you have something to say to me? Is this going to be a regular thing?"
Yuuji crosses his arms, impatient. "Well? Did you have something to say to me? Is this going to be a regular thing?"
