Soft Pynch thoughts. Just early morning touches before Adam has to get up and go to school. It's 6 a.m. and Ronan is playing with his hair, running his fingers through the uneven locks. Adam can't hear anything but Ronan's heartbeat because his good ear is pressed to Ronan's chest. Their legs are in tangles and it's nothing but skin-to-skin. They both wish they could just freeze time and remain like that for hours because their little bubble is a respite from everyday responsibility. But they stay like that, in silence, just touching until the moment comes when they have to return to reality.
I can't stop thinking about an a/b/o au of trc. Like... most Agilonby boys are alphas. Adam was only accepted into Agilonby's scholarship program because he's an alpha. Gansey's an alpha and has strong pheromones that can influence others (his commanding powers). Ronan is an omega everyone assumes is an alpha but he got into Agilonby because of his family and he can hardly stand Agilonby because of all the alphas. Henry is also an omega but again got in because of his family's $$$. Noah and Blue are betas.
Working on my Angel Ronan / Demon Adam fic and I think I can have a first chapter ready by the end of the week 😵💫 I started this three days ago and it's already at 3k.
A SukuFushi thread that was inspired by the new Gossip Girl with teacher Megumi and student Sukuna. This led to me writing my fic Mind My Wicked Words.
Sukuna is a student trying to seduce his teacher. Megumi is a teacher just trying to make it through the school year.
“Can I help you, Ryoumen-kun?” Megumi sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes with visible frustration.
“No need to be so formal, teach,” his student replied, sitting across from him with a cocky smirk. Sukuna propped his head up with his fist and leaned over the table. “How was your day, Megumi?”
“Do not call me that,” Megumi scowled at the boy. “It’s Fushiguro-sensei.”
He wasn’t sure how or when Ryoumen Sukuna found out about his favourite cafe, one he frequented to read or mark student papers in the evening, but it was troublesome.
Megumi would never pursue a student, least of all one as unruly and disrespectful as Sukuna, but never did he imagine a student pursuing him.
“We’re not at school,” Sukuna purred daring to reach over and brush his fingertips over Megumi’s knuckle. “How was your day, Megumi?”
He knows he should pull away, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t remember when he stopped trying to pull away. The student had been flirting with him since the first day of his senior year, but things began to escalate the moment Sukuna turned 18.
That’s when it started happening: late-night coffee, 3 times a week, far from school and in a dark corner of a cafe that saw very few customers. For 3 months now they had been doing this.
“Hell,” Megumi begrudgingly answered, putting his glasses back on and relaxing his hand under Sukuna’s feather-light touch. “I have this veeeeery annoying student in my senior English class who decided to make lewd comments during my lesson.”
“C’mon, you thought it was funny,” Sukuna said with a cute and cheeky grin. Megumi couldn’t deny it, the student was handsome, no longer baby-faced and quickly looking more and more like a full-grown man every day. But, Megumi wouldn’t indulge his perverse thoughts.
“It wasn’t funny.” It was a little funny, but he wasn’t going to admit that.
“Y’know, if you’re feeling frustrated, you could take it out on me,” Sukuna said in a low voice, boldly moving his hand to cover Megumi’s.
“I don’t fuck my students,” the teacher responded bluntly, though he didn’t move his hand. Mentally, he was kicking himself. He should move his hand. He’s 8 years older than Sukuna. He’s a fucking student.
“That’s okay, I can top,” Sukuna has the audacity to say with a smug grin as he traced slow circles on the back of his teacher’s hand.
“Sukuna,” Megumi shot back with a warning tone. “I could lose my job.”
And that’s what this was about. It wasn’t about Megumi not wanting to. At this point, it was a matter of resisting a life-ruining temptation. He wanted to tear Sukuna’s stupid leather jacket off and punish him for every disruption he’s ever made in his classroom.
It was infuriating that he wasn’t born even just a year earlier, though preferably earlier than that.
“I’m sorry, I know,” the student replied, his grin falling into a sad smile. Rather than continuing to draw patterns on his skin, Sukuna laced their fingers together instead.
They usually ended up here. Every time, Sukuna broke down Megumi’s moral compass and they would exchange lingering touches or hold hands.
Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to their coffee dates. They talked like themselves and not their societal roles, sat together quietly, or sometimes Sukuna helped grade tests from Megumi’s freshmen class.
"3 more weeks,” Sukuna said, breaking the silence of the tender moment.
“3 more weeks,” Megumi repeated, squeezing Sukuna’s hand.
They were both counting down the days until graduation.
This was originally for jjkinktober 2021 for the prompt possession!
cw: noncon, A/B/O, vaguely historical, Stockholm syndrome, captivity, ownership, forced marriage, emotional abuse, psychological torture, mind breaking, mentions of cannibalism, exhibitionism and somno, collaring, leashing, blowjob, vaginal sex, heats, breeding/pregnancy, eventual love (if you can call it that), Yuuji has a pussy 😌🙏
Yuuji wasn’t naive. As an omega, he would eventually be selected to be wed and bred by an alpha. He didn’t expect it to be a king though.
Lord Ryomen Sukuna was a name everyone knew, no matter how far you travelled throughout Japan. There were thousands of rumours and very few of them were positive. It was said that the alpha had a harem of a hundred omegas, none of which were good enough to carry his offspring. When he was tired of them, the unfavourable omegas were sent to the kitchens to be made into a feast, all to satisfy their king one last time.
Yuuji didn’t believe the rumours but he couldn’t help but consider the possible truth behind them the moment Lord Ryoumen’s gaze fell on him for the first time. His eyes shone like rubies, cold and distant. His scent, like kindling fire, earth and cedar, stung Yuuji’s nostrils.
“Name,” the lord demanded, standing above Yuuji with his arms folded and tucked neatly in the sleeves of his ornate kimono. Part of him was in awe of how regal the alpha looked.
“I-Itadori Yuuji,” he supplied, voice quiet and wavering.
“Not for much longer.”
In moments, a servant was on him, fastening a collar around Yuuji’s neck. To his horror, the suffocating collar came with a leash, which the servant dutifully handed to their lord.
“No wife of mine will hold a peasant name,” Sukuna said definitively. “You will be Ryoumen Yuuji.”
“W-What?” Yuuji stammered, suddenly dizzy and confused.
“Ensure the handler is paid handsomely,” Sukuna addressed the servant who bowed deeply in response. The king turned his attention back to the newly purchased omega, cold and unreadable. “Stand or I will drag you.”
Yuuji swallowed, feeling the leather press against his Adam’s apple. With the shaky legs of a newborn doe, he stood, only to be tugged forward abruptly. He nearly tripped but recovered to follow Sukuna, barely a metre behind him. He didn’t want to be dragged across the tatami.
Lord Ryoumen led him to what Yuuji could only assume to be the royal chamber. Sukuna firmly held on to his leash, assessing him from head to toe. “Undress.”
Yuuji stiffened, not expecting the order. He wanted to protest, but the fear lingering in his gut made him resist.
With sweaty palms and fumbling fingers, he disrobed, allowing his robes to pool to the floor. A crisp autumn breeze drifted in from the open doors to the private garden. He shivered and gooseflesh formed, but Yuuji couldn’t say if it was from the chill or Sukuna’s predatory gaze.
“You’re quite pleasing to the eye, for a mutt,” the king commented as he grazed his talons across Yuuji collarbone. Surprisingly, the lord left no markings in his wake and continued to softly explore Yuuji’s skin. Pecs, nipples, abs, biceps. Sukuna let out a hum of appreciation.
“You don’t smell like a plague rat either, not like other omegas.”
Sukuna leaned in, pressing his nose just above the collar and inhaled while Yuuji did his best to hold his breath.
“Honey, lavender and bergamot, how sweet,” the king teased before licking over his pulse point.
“What are you going to do with me? Add me to your harem?” Yuuji finally snapped, unable to hold his tongue any longer.
Regret and fear immediately weighed down his gut, making him flinch with anticipation of Sukuna’s ire.
The lord barked with laughter, leaving Yuuji baffled.
“My false reputation precedes me, I see,” Sukuna mused, trailing his claws gently, though dangerously, down the centre of Yuuji’s torso. “I assure you, there’s no harem. I have bedded many omegas, yes, but none have been so enticing to keep around.”
“Did you eat them?”
Lord Ryoumen let out another incredulous laugh. “Not in the cannibalistic sense, no.”
The pads of Sukuna’s fingers travelled lower and lower until they reached the mound of pink manicured hair. Yuuji gasped softly, uncertain if it was out of fear or arousal. “Yuuji.”
He shuddered at the sound of his given name on the king’s lips. “Yes, Lord Ryoumen?”
“Entertain me and behave. Do those things and I will make you my wife.”
Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as Sukuna’s sharp fingers dipped between his folds. Yuuji was untouched, even by his own hand, and he didn’t know what to expect. When the pad of Sukuna’s finger brushed over the pink nub, Yuuji let out a sharp gasp. It felt good but… he also felt violated.
The alpha’s smell intensified, filling Yuuji’s lungs with the smoky forest-scented pheromones.
As embarrassed and reluctant as he felt in that moment, his instincts responded eagerly. When Sukuna pressed a finger inside, his cunt was already slick and preparing to be bred.
His conscious mind wanted Sukuna to stop, whereas his animal instincts just wanted more.
Sukuna retracted his fingers after only a few moments, catching Yuuji off guard. The alpha’s middle finger was coated in his slick.
A flush rose to his cheeks when Sukuna brought the finger to his mouth, tasting him with a pleased hum, as though he were sampling a rich dessert.
“You taste as sweet as you smell,” Sukuna said with a wicked grin, licking his finger clean.
Without warning, the king tugged on his leash, escorting Yuuji to the large, plush futon.
“On your knees,” Sukuna commanded, gesturing to the foot of the bed.
Hesitantly, Yuuji complied. He may have been a virgin but he could guess what was coming next. Crimson eyes watched from above, looking at him expectantly. He took the hint and untied the sash holding Sukuna’s kimono closed, fumbling out of nervousness.
The animal instinct inside him salivated when he saw Sukuna’s cock. His lips parted in awe, shaken by the size and girth, uncertain how he would fit it in any cavity within his body.
His leash was pulled taut, forcing his mouth to be pressed flush against Sukuna’s length.
“Show me what you’re worth.”
A chill ran down Yuuji’s spine, identifying the underlying threat in Lord Ryoumen’s words. Keep him entertained or be disposed of.
With a shaky breath and trembling lips, Yuuji shyly licked the tip of the king’s cock.
Another tug on the leash.
“I don’t have all day, brat,” Sukuna hissed, fisting Yuuji’s hair and shoving his face against his length. “Now open your mouth.”
Yuuji obeyed, opening up and allowing the tip to penetrate him. Shame filled his guts as Sukuna forced his way inside, causing him to choke.
With tears rolling down his cheeks, Yuuji forced himself to relax his jaw. Part of him wanted it to feel good for Sukuna, enough to keep him interested. Another part of him simply didn’t want to resist so it wouldn’t be any more painful than it needed to be.
“That’s a good little mutt,” Sukuna purred while pushing Yuuji’s head down further until the tip of his cock collided with the back of his throat. He coughed around the alpha, feeling sick and on the verge of puking, but he held it back out of stubbornness and willpower.
With tears, snot and saliva trailing down Yuuji’s face, he looked up at Sukuna with glassy eyes. Lord Ryoumen watched him, face twisted with sadistic pleasure and amusement, but there was something else there. Yuuji dared to think it was pride, and a dark part of him keened.
Coughs and other guttural noises sprung from Yuuji’s throat when Sukuna thrust into his mouth, pushing further and further until his nose met with the garden of pubic hair. His nose was pressed flush to Sukuna’s skin and his throat was full, making breathing a challenge.
Consciousness was getting farther away as he sputtered around Sukuna’s cock. Pulling off wasn’t an option with the alpha’s hand firmly grasping his skull.
As darkness clouded his vision and his eyelids grew heavy from the lack of oxygen, Sukuna finally allowed him to breathe.
“Hm, your mouth takes my cock well enough,” the king commented, cradling Yuuji’s saliva-soaked jaw. Sukuna spoke as though he was assessing a pig for slaughter. “Let’s see how your cunt takes it. Roll over.”
Yuuji fought the urge to sob, worried about his burning throat.
He rolled over like the well-behaved dog he needed to be to gain Sukuna’s favour. Being used purely for the lord’s pleasure made him feel humiliated, but his body betrayed him, tingling with excitement. His thighs were moist with slick, his cunt responding to Sukuna’s pheromones.
A firm hand gripped his hip painfully and he felt Sukuna shift closer to him. The breath was knocked out of him when the head of Sukuna’s cock breached his entrance, swallowed by Yuuji’s greedy hole.
Penetration stung, but it was pleasurable just as much as it was painful.
Tears and saliva soaked into the futon where his face was pressed down, forced to take the alpha’s cock as Sukuna pounded him. Yuuji’s entire body felt as though it was on fire with a litany of emotions: shame, arousal, fear, gratitude.
He did and didn’t want it simultaneously.
“What a good, obedient bitch you are,” Sukuna said, as if he were praising Yuuji. Maybe in the king’s mind he was. Maybe keeping Yuuji around to use him was a compliment.
Yuuji wept and clenched around Sukuna’s cock, the sounds of skin slapping together in lust feeling far away.
It was sudden and involuntary when his pussy convulsed with joy, causing his whole body to shudder with the orgasm rippling through him. Squirt slid down his thighs and lubricated Sukuna’s cock, making it easier for the alpha to sink inside Yuuji for his own gratification.
His pace was ruthless until Sukuna’s knot finally caught on the rim of Yuuji’s cunt, forcing him to remain nestled inside.
The alpha’s teeth found Yuuji’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to bleed and mark him—not as Sukuna’s mate but as a thing he owned.
When he felt the alpha’s seed fill his pussy to the brim, Yuuji could only think one thing: ‘I am nothing but a possession. I belong to him now.’
—
Being Ryoumen Sukuna’s betrothed meant completing near-impossible tasks in order to spare his own life.
Yuuji suspected that, were he to prove his worth, he may see a more affectionate side of his husband-to-be. Although, the most likely reality was that Sukuna didn’t have a soft side to begin with.
Few liberties were afforded to him in the first weeks of captivity.
Days and nights blurred together while he was tethered on a ten-foot chain within the royal chambers like a misbehaving hound. Most of the time, he was alone, aside from the servants tending to his basic needs—enough food and water to sustain him but not enough to satiate him.
When he did leave, it was on a leash at Sukuna’s behest.
Lord Ryoumen only spent time with him when he wanted something, that something usually being sex. Yuuji was forced to warm his cock with a hole of his choosing, even in front of servants or during political affairs.
At night, he curled up and slept at the foot of the bed, even after Sukuna used him, conscious or not.
When his first heat came, he expected Sukuna to eagerly breed him. What he didn’t expect was to be sent to a small, windowless room akin to a cell to ride out his heat alone.
Yuuji was uncertain how many days it lasted. His body burned as he nested himself in a few thin, ratty blankets and wept. The world faded away during his timeless delirium, only to be disrupted when the door finally opened again.
When he saw Sukuna’s silhouette backlit in the threshold, he wordlessly reached out for his king, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly like a child.
“You did good, pup,” Sukuna praised him sweetly and, for once, his smile was absent of cruelty. He held Yuuji like something precious and carried him away to be bathed.
Yuuji realized in that moment that he had to suffer to become the perfect mate for his king. He was returned to the royal chamber without a leash because he earned it.
For the first time since arriving, Sukuna removed his collar and soothed the irritated skin beneath.
Yuuji knew that everything he had endured led to the moment Sukuna kissed him for the first time. His stomach coiled with heat and his heart skipped a beat when their lips met.
Melting against his alpha, Yuuji felt as though he found a home in Sukuna’s arms; he belonged there.
Yuuji loved him and Sukuna loved him back. He was certain of it.
He had to be.
—
A sob tore through him when Sukuna marked him during their first heat together. He cried even harder when his alpha—his mate—allowed Yuuji to mark him in return.
He wanted to worship Sukuna.
His husband was so kind and gentle, even when Sukuna was bruising or scratching him from the ferocity of their mating.
“I love you,” Yuuji repeated religiously, breathless as he was bred and fucked into oblivion.
Sukuna didn’t need to say it back. Yuuji knew from the way his husband continued to scent and mark him until he was black and blue.
—
All it took to turn Sukuna into the doting mate Yuuji always wanted was a baby. The moment Lord Ryoumen learned his wife was pregnant, Yuuji felt accomplished.
He wasn’t an idiot. Mated or not, Yuuji knew that he was still just a possession for Sukuna to own. But, as his alpha kissed his pregnant belly and catered to his every whim, Yuuji felt happy and secure.
He was the only possession Sukuna would ever love.
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