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@fushiitakugi Why are you edging me rn, where’s the rest????🥹

#geita "You're being cruel," Yuuji chides. "I'm a demon of hell, did you think I'd be kind?" Geto sneers, eyes glowing red. It makes Yuuji's four wings flutter instinctively while his halo glows a bit brighter, if only to keep evil at bay. "There are kind demons," Yuuji says.

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@LacryScribbles HELLO!? I NEED THIS

#SukuIta Omega verse with a twist. Yuuji has two older Alpha brothers, Ryoumen and Sukuna. Yuuji's padding down the hallway on his way back from the bathroom when it hears it. A loud thud vibrating through the floorboards, followed by the frantic, rhythmic creak of an old bedframe. He's still half-asleep, head fuzzy from the lingering exhaustion of the day. It had been a beautiful, hot Saturday, the kind of summer day that you want to keep a hold of for eternity. Both his brothers, Ryoumen and Sukuna, were granted leave from their army posting abroad and the Itadori home was full again for the first time in 3 years. They had spent hours over a sprawling lunch, the table overflowing with Yuuji’s cooking and grandpa Wasuke and father's endless, good-natured bickering. Having his brothers back after so long felt like a glimpse into his childhood, the times before they both presented as Alpha and signed up for the military, the time before Yuuji got to see them every day, even occasionally break up their fights when they shared a room across the hall from him. He takes another step, bare feet barely making any sound against the floorboards. It's the scent that hits him then, even if his muddled, sleepy mind fails to process the noise. It isn't the clean, familiar scent of his brothers from earlier today. The humid, sticky July air feels heavier, saturated with raw, Alpha musk, with the scent of charred cedar and molasses. A scent that has Yuuji's Omega instincts flare up in a confusing, tumultuous mixture of fear and interest. Yuuji stops in the middle of the hall, his white t-shirt clings to the small of his back with sweat. He reaches out to steady himself against the wall, but his hand hovers. There is the sound of heavy breathing, hushed conversation and the frantic creak of a mattress. His rational mind pictures them fighting, even when they all lived together Ryoumen and Sukuna were always bickering and taunting each other. Old habits die hard, and the twins had always been prone to late night bouts of wrestling. He stops in front of their room, intending to tell them to keep it down before they wake grandpa, but what he sees through the sliver of cracked door has him stop dead in his tracks. The fan on the desk is clicking, barely doing anything for the heat but spreading his brothers' combined scents in the air, anger and arousal and something bitter, heavy with want. It makes Yuuji's knees feel weak. The bed closest to the window is a chaotic mess of tangled sheets. Yuuji can make out Sukuna's silhouette, see the stark black of his tattoos rippling against the muscle of his back, glistening in the moonlight. Ryoumen is pinned under him, face down into the mattress. Sukuna's fingers are fisted in his pink hair, pulling his head back just enough to expose the line of his throat, while his other hand is pinned firmly between Ryoumen's shoulder blades. The arch of his back is so sharp, for a moment Yuuji fears he might be in pain. He certainly sounds like he is when he lets out a low sound, half-snarl, half-whimper and Sukuna's hips drive forward, grinding ruthlessly against his rear. "You promised to be quiet." Sukuna hisses, sharp as a razor in the quiet room. He leans down, his lips brushing against Ryoumen’s ear, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly sweet, possessive register. "You promised to be a good boy, 𝘠𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪." The air leaves Yuuji's lungs entirely. For a moment he thinks he's been caught. For a moment he thinks Sukuna is talking to him but then- "Sukuna-" "You promised to be my sweet, little Omega. Remember?" Ryoumen's body goes rigid, fingers clawing into the pillowcase. He doesn't protest the name. He doesn't roar in offense. He doesn't correct Sukuna. Instead, he lets out a jagged, broken breath that sounds horribly like both a surrender and a plea, his blue eyes rolling back in their sockets as Sukuna grinds against him again and sinks his teeth into his shoulder. Outside, the cicadas scream relentlessly as they have done all day. Inside, Yuuji’s heart hammers against his ribs so hard it is the only sound he can hear.

This is all for my #Sukuita lovers (like me) this isn't this fic, BUT, I do have a couple of Sukuita fics on my AO3 archiveofourown.org/works/61935133

I just woke up😭 I genuinely wasn't expecting such a response, I've been in a long writing slump and questioning if I should even post my stories. I'm glad I did, tysm for the engagements, I'll start working on this fic!!!

#jjk Freckles….annoying

夜鸟啄食初现的星 闪烁如我爱你时的灵魂。 约稿❤️ #Tomarry

*nsfw I doodled some smut// 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣 full screen please:>

"We're not eating Malfoy!" Harry hisses. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't that quiet, and he could hear Draco's confused and terrified "huh!?" Voldemort hums in his head in consideration. "You're right... he won't taste good." "That's not—!"

"Kill him." "No." "... We can eat him," Voldemort suggests after a moment of sweet silence. "What!? No!" Harry’s outburst causes a few heads to turn into his direction, including Draco Malfoy's, Voldemort's new target. Harry quickly looks away, half-whispering+

Tomarrymorts been on my mind a lot more lately these past few days… Anyway, I’ll be rotting on ao3 now goodbye!! poipiku.com/12415722/12245…

#tomarrymort #tomarry They attend Hogwarts together, but Harry is an older student, and Tom is the younger one. Harry saved Tom from Slytherin bullies twice, and now Tom follows Harry around all the time. Even better when Harry calls Tom a brat. Don't tell anyone+

"author hasn't seen the show" okay so i'm not reading this then

@santoru_u NAME PLS

HES SO FUCKING AAGGGGHHJJJHHHG STOP THIS RIGHT NOW VOLDY

And now the Calamity burns half of Japan searching for his boy. 🚬 Should I make this a fic?

Likes the way the brat obesseses in pleasing him, losing sleeping, looking up with hopeful golden eyes while kneeling on the tatami mats. Now his chef has ran away. He kills most of the kitchen staff, leaving only a boy alive, Yuuji's friend (Junpei)+

#Sukuita #SukuIta Sukuita, but its the Heian Era where Yuuji works as the Head Chef for the Calamity.... Ryomen Sukuna at the Ryomen Estate. Yuuji tries his best! He tries to sate his master's likes with his food and skills that was passed down by his Grandfather +