#Sukuna x oc

[pogkorichanart]

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[damnatiomemoriae4]

rushed and tired, might redo in the future

[hazzelle-kento]

Modern!Sukuna x OC

(I havent posted in agessss, just re-opened my sticker shop online and doing custom orders, so I do miss drawing jjk men x oc fluffy art ✨)

[ogariane]

♥JJK: Sukuna is a little possessive~

*Uncensored on Patreon~

[raeson]

contents. sukuna trapping you with some cuddles <3

other. might've made him a bit too soft, but.... we stan soft kuna.

"Stop moving you brat."

Huffing as you wiggle around in Sukuna's tight grip, you slightly turn your head sideways to aim a condescending glare at the indignant man.

"I'm not comfy though-"

"Well, I am."

Sukuna muttered, tightening his grip as you attempted to lurch out of his hold.

It was your fault that you were stuck in this situation and now it was up to you to get out of it.

That is, if you can....

"ryo, can you please let me g-"

"Nope."

"I have to use the bathroom!"

"That sucks for you."

"...i'm about to take a massive shit on your leg."

"Stop lying."

You groan and squirm in his grip again, purposely kicking him in a vain attempt to escape his grasp.

No luck.

"Stay still."

Rolling over and practically crushing you with his weight, he smirked down at you a soft gaze in his carmine eyes.

"I'm stuck with you arn't i?"

He chuckled softly and leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on your lips.

"You're always stuck with me, brat."

[faintrustle]

King SUKUNA and his cute ribbon

[aakeysmash]

I think modernday!Sukuna would possibly be a mechanic. He works in silence, he really doesn’t like people talking to him and he knows his stuff. No client has been able to say his work isn’t good, but they do say that he’s scary and scowling all the time.

Sometimes when you’re on vacation you visit him at work, your reading glasses still on your head and your book under your arm. He stops whatever he’s doing when he senses your presence, turning around and waiting on you to walk toward him. He gets out of the car he’s working on and tries to clean his hands with a rug, but they’re too oily. He hates not being able to touch you, but he’d hate himself even more if he got dirt on your pretty face or your pretty summer dress.

You get on your tippy toes and kiss him on the lips, and he mumbles a sorry because he knows that he’s been sweating his balls off and his top lip is wet.

“Brought you water, babe,” you tell him, looking up at him. He grunts in response, but you know he’s grateful.

“Shouldn’t you be at home, woman? You’ll get dirty,” he says with his deep voice. You can hear he’s not been talking since he left your house this morning. He smells like gasoline and tobacco, probably from the cigarette he smoked half an hour ago. You told him he shouldn’t smoke and work with gas at the same time, but he’s a stubborn asshole. He says he’d burn the fire before the fire could burn him.

“I missed you, big boy,” you answer. He tsks and rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic.

He might look inapproachable, but when he’s out of the shower back at yours in the evening he’s much more relaxed.

“Y’know, if I didn’t find you sexy as fuck with those flowy dresses, I’d fuck you each time you come visit me,” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed tightly against your back.

You turn around and put your arms around his neck. You’re about to say a snarky remark but he’s already groping your ass with one of his strong expert hands, the other hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you close and tongue down your throat.

“Cars ain’t the only things I can ride, baby,” he says smirking.

[hateblackies]

heian jealously

“Come. Lie with me”

the king of curses was.. asking you to lie with him? you hesitated, your speech faltering, but he gave you a leering smile that stifled any second thoughts. you nodded slowly, approaching the futon and settling beside him.

it baffled you. that the same man that killed people left and right upon his own whim, was asking you, out of everyone, to lie with him. it should’ve felt like an honor, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a reason behind his sudden request.

your gaze soon wandered to the corner where one set of his arms lay crossed upon his chest, and his other set supporting the back of his head. he must’ve thought himself slick; from a distance, it seemed he was just gazing up at the ceiling, but his other set of eyes were half open, fixed on your figure. meeting them briefly, you quickly averted your gaze, unsettled by the conceited expression he wore.

"Why so shy, woman? I won't eat you," the king of curses grumbled.

you cleared your throat. "What... do you wish for me to do?" your voice lacking confidence.

he chuckled gutturally. "You see... Just earlier, I killed a servant for a mere glance. You wouldn’t want to meet a similar fate, would you?" his words dripped with threat, though his calm demeanor contradicted them. "Now, come closer," his primary gaze locked onto you, patting the empty area in between you two.

you complied, edging nearer. a raspy exhale escaped him as he scratched his head, his voice lowering. “That vendor.. you haven’t fallen in… love with him, have you?”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. how could he know? how had been developing feelings for the man, but you were so secretive about it that you couldn't understand how anyone could have figured it out.

“I.. don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said slowly under your breath.

“Sure you do,” He blurted out, his sudden loudness startled you. “Don’t lie to me now, concubine.”

you began to play with the hem of your gown in growing anxiety. now you were sure you would be killed. “I swear, Sukuna.. I don’t-“ your voice was cracking, breaking off into a desperate whisper before being cut off by his voice. "Good, because he's dead now."

your eyes widened in shock. it wasn't entirely unexpected, yet it still caught you off guard. "You... killed him?"

His erupted laugh bounced off the walls. "What's the matter? If you didn't love him, why are you so concerned?"

your gaze wondered away. he knew you were upset, but he couldn’t care less about your feelings. he had his priorities set on making you his. “I’m not.” you mumbled.

He leered at you, brushing hair strands off your face as your eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill. He cooed sarcastically.

“for dinner, uruame is preparing his carcass. i want to see you then, dear.”

[nana-b0b]

The details like him grabbing her foot, her hair and his eyes watching her every move.

[pogkorichanart]

👅💦hehe

[damnatiomemoriae4]

Love me back... (not sure if this will get flagged or not, if it disappears you know why sdfghjklfgsd)

[hazzelle-kento]

‘You make me whole, Brat.’

Soft!Sukuna is making me feel all types of ways ☺️💖

[ogariane]

❤️Sukuna in the woods~ (Part 1/3)

*Parts 2 & 3 are gonna be spicy~😋

*More art on Patreon~

[ma0chi77]

💗💗

[lilacgaby]

sukuna x you, his favorite servant.

everyone knew you were his favorite. from the way he'd give you the least labor intensive tasks, he'd dress you in expensive silks, he'd feed you better than all the others even giving you you're own seat as his coveted table, it's obvious that he truely cared for you.

he'd even switched your room to one closer to his, lest he'd need assistance in the night. he started to only allow you to do certain tasks, such as bathing him after he dealt with 'nuisances' as he called them. you'd soon end up the only servant allowed into his room, the others only being allowed to speak from his doorway, ones that got too close got their heads sliced off promptly.

because of this, the servants themselves would treat you as if you were nothing. they'd shove past you in the halls, ignore your requests in hopes you'd get reprimanded by sukuna, and sometimes they'd leave you bruised and bloodied, taking their frustrations of this unfair treatment out on you.

as sukuna roamed his halls one day, he happened to to overhear the other servants in their chambers. he overheard the disdain they regarded you with, the hatred in their words as they called you nothing but a whore, lower than a concubine since he didn't grant you even that title, they mocked.

in his rage, he slammed the door open, making each of them drop to their knees and bow for forgiveness. but forgiveness fled them, while death graced them openly. he killed every last one of his servants. as the final body dropped to the ground, he felt confused. he let uraume clean the mess, not wanting you to witness that amount of carnage. but even that though confused him further. why did he care for you so? you were just a servant, someone beneath him, so why did their disrespect towards you anger him?

these thoughts ran through his mind as he made his way back to his bedroom, where you laid on his bed per his request. it was already late at night, and now he was covered in blood all over again.

"bathe me." as you regarded him with a bow, you prepared a bath for him. the act of you scrubbing blood of his naked chest wasn't a new one, but the way he eyed your every move wasn't normal.

"why do you interest me so?" he said, moving one of his arms up to your neck, his finger a moment away from slicing your throat. "you're so fragile, i could kill you..

yet it'd upset me." those words shocked you more than the threat of death. you stayed silent, not daring to ask if what he was implying was true.

he looked you in your eyes. "i'm relieving you of your servant duties, you will stay with me."

"thank you, thank you." you replied, surprised at his sudden graciousness.

"would that.. make you happy?" he asked suddenly, moving his hand away from your throat, and now holding yours. "i feel that i've started to value your happiness."

"yes, yes it would. thank you my lord." as you finished up bathing him, he carried you as if you weighed nothing and laid you back onto his bed. it was odd though, there'd normally be a concubine around now, to satisfy his needs after his bath.

"should, should i call someone my lord?" at this, he laughed at your naive nature.

"who would you call? they're all dead." he didn't know why, but at your face of slight horror, he didn't feel the satisfaction he thought he would. "does that upset you? they treated you horribly, did they not?"

"they.. they did.. but-"

"but what? you need not concern yourself with the feelings of the dead." he was a bit upset, wanting you to be appreciative of his actions. "do you believe my judgment is incorrect?" he said, putting the finger of one of his hands under your chin, pointing your face towards him.

"no, my lord.. thank you." she let out a soft smile, one that undoubtedly increased his heart beat.

"you're welcome, but.. for the inconvenience of having all my servants and concubines dead, what will you offer me?"

he laughed at your worried face, and with a hand waved it off.

"it was only a joke, you're here now. so,

your body will do to satisfy me quite nicely."

[aakeysmash]

Sukuna will make you beg before helping you with things he’s obviously good at.

You’re playing Wii sport with your friends on a Saturday night at your and your boyfriend’s shared home, like you’re used to doing every week. After a round of baseball you and one of them are at a draw. Your friends decide to play with “the boyfriends” for the last round, choosing bowling as the last game.

You turn to Sukuna preparing yourself to convince him to play. He’s the absolute best at bowling, and everyone in the room knows it, but he’s also a stuck up bitch that never wants to play. He says that there’s no fun if everyone is so shit he doesn’t even have to try hard to win.

“Babe, please-“

“No.” He interrupts you.

“But-“

“Nah.”

“Why not?” You whine, putting your left hand on his bicep and shaking his arm. He takes a swig of the beer he’s holding with that arm, muscles bulging, looking down at you with his piercing maroon eyes.

“Because I said so,” he remarks.

“But I can’t play alone, and I’ll be last if I don’t play,” you pout.

“You’ll get over it,” he shrugs. You’re still holding his arm, and despite the way he’s portraying himself, he loves the physical contact you’re having. He’s possessive; if he could crumple you up and keep you in his pocket, he would.

“I hate you.”

“You know you don’t, baby,” he says smirking, finishing up his drink, still looking at you with both his real and tattooed eyes.

“Thought you didn’t want to date a loser,” you say, changing approach. You see a spark in his gaze. Bingo. But he’s not there yet.

“I’ll make an exception,” he continues.

“Oh, okay, I’ll just tell the others that the duo who owns this house will not be playing and therefore will be last,” you provoke him turning around and walking towards your friends.

He grabs your waist and slams your back on his strong chest. You try to hide your smile.

“You minx. If we don’t fucking win, you’re sleeping on the couch,” he whispers aggressively in your ear.

“Sir yes sir.”

That night you snuggle closer to him on your shared bed before falling asleep.