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Teen/young adult Sukunacest doodle

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Sukunacest

The King of Curses was an atrocious being, a living disaster and a being of destruction where ever he went. He was known for slaughtering villages, sorcerers, curses, any being that stepped into his path and challenged him. He gave up on his humanity, abandoned every inch of it, and mocked those who clung to it like a parasite.

He was deemed a cruelty towards sorcerers, he was deemed a demon by non-sorcerers, but by all? A monster. Never a human.

Maybe it's why Sukuna found it revolting to see himself as human, much less another version of himself. Another him as a sorcerer, who teaches the next generation with so called pride and strength. He has no four arms, no secondary eyes, no wooden mask that's embedded into his skin like a thorn, or even a secondary mouth on his stomach.

The other him was weak, a coward that hid behind the higher ups despite his protests of loathing them. His hits felt as if a mere baby was striking him. His dismantle wasn't even near the same capacity as Sukuna's, which only stirred the disgusted and shame within Sukuna.

His body was disgusting, littered with shameful scars that, only if he were smarter, he would've never had them. He was smaller then Sukuna, in height, weight and even cock size. The little thing couldn't even be called a dick.

Disgust layed flat within him when hearing the stifled noises from his counterpart. Despite a hand over his mouth, the creaking of the bed, and the heavy sounds of wet skin on skin, Sukuna was annoyingly aware of sounds. Low grunting, moans that slipping through the vocal cords. He should rip them out to keep him quiet. Sukuna didn't acknowledge the way pleasure stirred in him when hearing those malevolent sounds.

The counterpart layed flat on the bed, a hand shamefully grabbing one of Sukuna's arms. His knuckles were white, and Sukuna would feel the crescent moon of nails dug into his skin. A mere baby, Sukuna reminds himself, his human attacks are weak.

Then why, a thought wonders, why does this feel good? Shouldn't this be shameful? Fucking his counterpart and liking it? No, that wasn't shameful at all.

The only shameful part in all this, was the fact his counterpart is mirror. A mirror where things could've been different, could've been easier, could've been...safer.

Sukuna didn't want think about that. He just kept fucking, cursing the technique that put him in this situation.

Once he's out and kill the person who did this, he'll forget about it.

He will forget about it.

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Me and I, alone.

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Taking a small break fromcposting art, gonna try to focus on writing and school. I'll probably still doodle on the side.

Here's some sukucest doodles for your troubles. Also I am confirming some ages ...

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Sukucest sketch but the other suku probably won't fit. Stay tuned for more pervert self love.

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Linework is done I like ittt

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Progress made in the piece but I have to make a few tweaks. I was drawing at like 2 am completely dellerious so pardon any flaws.

This is like most of the linework done 🙏💥