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“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.” (To Sukuna)

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. 宿儺 .

He had to admit, the kid was feisty. He could appreciate it. ...to a certain degree that is. It was far more refreshing than to watch someone whimper in fear just because he narrowed his eyes a little (which he did find thrilling, don’t get him wrong). But this kid, this Itadori...

He didn’t bare his throat in a submissive manner, he didn’t bow his head and take a step back. No, he stood proud, he stood firm. He came with a challenge. Itadori faced him head on and it stirred something inside of Sukuna that he couldn’t understand.

Sure, Sukuna had found it irritating in the beginning. It did cause tension between the two, despite them being what all the myths and legends talk about: fated mates. And perhaps that is why he didn’t mind it. Perhaps that is why he could look through his clawed fingers and just let Itadori, no, Yuuji give him a piece of his mind when Sukuna said or did something he didn’t approve of.

But then again, there was a limit to his patience, or perhaps he was just that much of a jerk in general. A possessive green-eyed bastard. 

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. 宿儺 .

“You’re makin’ it sound like it’s a bad thing,” red eyes roam over Yuuji, from the top of his head down to his toes. The way his chest expanded with each breath. Cute. Too cute even. It was a problem.  People were naturally drawn to him, to his Yuuji. 

Eyes narrowed slightly, two fingers gripping the younger one’s chin to tilt his head this and that way, checking for any marks that were not left by him. His shirt was lifted up to bare Yuuji’s stomach and chest. Nothing. It calmed his mind somewhat, but still, he couldn’t help the possessive surge inside of him.

Just the mere thought of someone else being close to Yuuji, other than him, made his blood nearly boil, his expression darken and his grip on the other tightening.

“Who were you with? Did they touch you? Why were you home so late?”

“So late”, as in barely 2 minutes late from his usual time of arrival.

13. for one muse to kill to protect the other ( At Sukuna ouo )

meme: protective starters

. 宿儺 . 

Few things --- or actually, many things --- piss Sukuna off. Mostly it is people in general. Annoying things, weak. Didn’t matter if they were men or women, alphas or omegas. Then Itadori waltzed into his life. Suddenly he had someone annoying to take care of (or did Itadori take care of him?). Itadori showed him that not everyone were a liability. He learned to like Yuuji’s presence; he almost craved it, even if he could never say it out loud. 

The thing that pissed him off the most was when Yuuji got hurt, when he got distressed. Sure, he was strong, he could handle himself. The moment Yuuji bled, however, all bets were off. 

Long sharp fingernails were dripping with red. Shoulders moving in tandem with his labored breaths. Four arms, two sets of eyes, sharp teeth, a monstrous form, a second mouth splitting open his stomach. A head in the second arm on his left, the body dangling from the two on the right. The remaining blood covered hand brushed back his short cut hair. 

Bacchus is fun. I’ve had a blog for him before and he’s real fun (:

     Laziness, weakness, and the like were all things that wouldn't be      accepted  by a  world run by  Mr. Orland, and being his  daughter,      she had a certain image to uphold, otherwise face consequences.      In this  particular instance, a  deed was required of her, and  eyes      scanned  around building,  searching out man that it had been  her      responsibility  to locate. Moments  would pass before  she  would      lock eyes  upon head of  blonde hair, confidence showing  clearly      as steps towards him were taken.