#Sukuna headcanons

[married-to-google-translater]

yandere jjk characters (of your choosing if ya want) with a chibi reader?

Headcanons maybe or scenario whichever! :)

I do this for Sukuna now~

Yandere Sukuna

Okay, how you turned into Chibi would be a mystery to both of you.

However, he certainly wouldn't complain.

Even though Sukuna likes your "normal" form, he enjoys the power he just gained.

Oh you're just so small, weak and cute…

You were like this before but even more so now :3

Sukuna would be merciless with you.

He would definitely make fun of you like, you would get new nicknames like "Little Thing" or "Shortie."

It's no wonder you're trying to escape from him.

However, that would be difficult and Sukuna would find you easily.

Now it would be much easier for him to stop you from escaping.

He would just have to lock you up somewhere if you misbehaved.

Sukuna wouldn't be the gentlest with your new form.

He'll probably threaten to eat you at least once.

Even though Sukuna loves your new form, he'd like you to go back to normal.

Attachment with you would be difficult and frustrating.

Sukuna began to look for a "cure" after some time.

Hopefully it wasn't some kind of curse…

If it was the person who did this to you, then you're dead :3

[allthatjazz416]

Modern Day Sukuna! HCs!

Headcanons! SWF! 🎀 divider crdts:@/cursed-carmine

Modern Day Sukuna! who looks like the type to have three criminal records, but takes out the time to have a full on skincare routine.

Modern Day Sukuna! whos covered in tattoos. With piercings, some of them he did himself.

Modern Day Sukuna! used to punch holes in wall, now uses cooking as a way to channel his energy into something productive.

Modern Day Sukuna! whos a chef or a butcher. Has 0 tolerance with customers that insult his cooking. He's also banned from yelp reviews.

Modern Day Sukuna! gets into fights with customer service agents by writing formal complaint emails in perfect grammar and punctuation. "Dear Sir. You have wasted 47 minutes of my life. I will never forgive you."

Modern Day Sukuna! who is actually surprisingly good at domestic stuff. His apartment is clean, smells like incense and smoked meat, and his laundry is always folded. You’d expect a mess. It’s aesthetic.

Modern Day Sukuna! has a cat that he didn’t adopt. She walked in through his window and never left. He complains about her constantly. Sleeps with her curled on his chest.

Modern Day Sukuna! who acts like he doesn't care about Yuji. But shows up to every event he’s invited to. Doesn’t RSVP. Doesn’t text back. But if Yuji has a game, a birthday dinner, or a family karaoke night, Sukuna’s there. In black. Arms crossed. But present.

Modern Day Sukuna! who refuses therapy but would be an amazing therapist if he ever went. Has that blunt honesty that slices right through you: "You’re not tired. You’re uninspired. Get up."

Modern Day Sukuna! will give you exactly one compliment every six months, and it will haunt you because it was so genuine and unexpected. "You don’t look like shit today." "Thanks?" "I said don’t get used to it."

Modern Day Sukuna! Would rather die before saying "I love you." Will show up at 2 a.m. with takeout instead.

[salsakiyoomi]

“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?” 

you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.

“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.

you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?”

“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.

“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.

you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”

“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.

you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.

and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.

you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.

but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.

“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”

“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.

foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true

because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.

and he falls for you all over again.

[paranoiddreams]

A/n - if you guys have not read The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black, go and read it, then come back and tell me you’re NOT obsessed with Jude and Cardan’s type of love. It reminds me so much of Sukuna and Satoru specifically. Maybe my next enemies to lovers will be with Satoru, but for now, Evil King! Sukuna is coming out to play. I hope you guys like, I’m a bit iffy on it so far. Next part will be better.

I’m thinking about that kind of love where both lowkey hate each other — hate how they act and how they are, but absolutely loath how right they both are for each other. That’s you and Sukuna. It’s not a surprise that the old grumpy curse is as stubborn as a bull, and even less surprising how disgusted he is when you’re the same way.

You don’t take shit from anyone; including the big scary Ryomen Sukuna. It started with your absurdly shallow curtsies to him when he’s prowl around the village, looking hungry for someone to humiliate. It took him no time to notice how your face carried a scowl each time he appeared, which wasn’t a lot.

“Does he really have to come around and stop the whole town?” You said with conviction. You’d been tending to a golden horse, brushing its mane as it whinnied happily from your touch. But as soft and caring as your hands were, your words carried an air of grievance.

As soon as Sukuna heard your voice, his lower set of eyes shifted to find you. He anticipated a public punishment in front of the whole village, so that you could be made an example for anyone who even thinks of questioning him. But as soon as he sees you, your face etched with genuine disgust, his world stills.

He’s never been defied so wholeheartedly, especially not by a mere village girl like you. It lit a fire under him that he’d never felt before.

The girl standing next to you, tending to her own horse, not so subtly kicked your shin. Her expression pleaded with you to take back your harsh words. But you only sent her a silent shrug in return.

After overhearing your harsh words about him to the village girl, he couldn’t help but come back again; just to find out how anyone in their right mind had the guts to think of him as anything less than a god.

This sent the village into a frenzy. Everyone wondered why the king of curses decided to come back only a few days later, questions of their obedience hanging in the air.

But Sukuna only came to find you, using his hunting instincts to follow your natural path of disobedience.

“He’s an arrogant asshole,” you scoffed as you scrubbed damp clothes on a washboard at the edge of a river. The same girl you were with the first time you chewed him out privately sits next to you with a horrified look.

“You can’t just say things like that, y/n! I already told you this,” she whispered, as if you weren’t both deep in the woods surrounding your village, where no one can hear. “He’s the king of curses…”

“And he never fails to make that known!” You retort. Your voice doesn’t change from that same hatred tinged tone you used the first time Sukuna heard you.

“Can’t you just be civilized like everyone else? No one likes the rule he has over us, but that doesn’t mean we lose our common sense.”

“If you’re suggesting I’ve lost my common sense, I’d be happy to inform you that instinct often overpowers commonality,” you say. You have a look on your face that suggests you’ve come to this realization long ago.

Your words stir something in Sukuna’s chest as he watches from the long shadows casted by willow trees. His hands ball into large fists at his side as he continues listening.

By now, he would’ve incinerated you, leaving nothing but your dirty laundry in the river as evidence. But he surprises himself when he doesn’t even make any moves to make his presence known.

“Instinct?” The village girl echoes. “Your instinct is to get killed in front of the village? Your family?”

“Perhaps that will be the outcome of my instinct one day,” you say, looking down at the soapy river water, “but perhaps my outcome would stir the truth everyone already knows.”

Sukuna is wide-eyed as he listens, mind racing. You would be willing to die for your so called truth? You’d give up your life to defy him in hopes that maybe it would spark a revolution?

He’s never seen someone reject the fear instilled in generation after generation as easily as you do.

It almost reminds him of himself.

[deathofacupid]

sukuna who hates nicknames. he thinks they're dumb, and doesn't want anyone shortening his name. and why would they? it would be nothing more than dulling his glory, and that was treacherous.

but, on everything that was holy, he hated when you called him 'sukuna'. just couldn't handle it, what a baby, huh? it just felt too informal, like you were just some person.

which you weren't. you were everything to him, the only measly human he'd ever allow in his presence. so, yeah, you got privileges.

"sukuna?" you'd ask, sometimes, wanting his attention. maybe you wanted him to look at this cute pair of boots you found, or a funny cat video.

he would ignore you.

you'd try again, "sukuna?" you think he hasn't heard you, but you can see his eyebrow twitch. "su- oh, my god. 'kuna. ryo. baby. darling. my precious."

and then, he'd look up. "yes, petal?"

"you're such a baby, you know that?"

"do you dare insult me?"

"yes," you deadpan. "now come over here, you big baby."

"tch. manners."

"please, come over here, you big baby."

doesn't matter, he would have succumbed to you, one way or another. he's weak for you like that.

[v1x3n]

thinking about trueform sukuna who loves overstimulating you to the max. you're riding him - well, not really. your sat up on his cock but two of his hands are gripping your hips, bouncing you up and down furiously.

one of his cocks, the bigger one, stretching out your poor pussy. reaching so deep, your stomach bulges out, showing the shape of his mighty cock. his other cock wasn't as bulky or tall as the other one, but it was still bigger than any other mans. that one was stuffed tight into your puckered hole, filling you up nicely. you couldn't get away from the pleasure as sukuna forces you to swallow his length over and over again. taking him whole was a hard thing but with a bit of force, you could do it.

the tongue that slides out from his stomachs mouth, licks a wet glob of spit on your clit, lapping at the small bud.

you whine loudly, tears brought to your eyes. you squirm, trying to get away as your legs shake angrily. "what's the matter?" his soothing words would have been nice despite his mocking grin that plasters his sweaty face.

you mumble out slurred words, while his two free hands are attached to your boobs. grabbing, grasping and pinching the skin. your nipples already swollen from the clamps he had clasped to them earlier. slight red glows at your sensitive nipples. you mewl loudly, tears dripping down your chin as you moan repetitively. your legs shake with a violent pace.

cum lashing out from your pussy, dripping down his cock as you squirt all over him. the mouth on his stomach seems to groan at the taste, lapping it up. his hands bounce you angrier, desperate the take every drip from in you.

your messy hair wafts around, sticking to your skin slightly. sweat covers you as your body is worn out from the past hour. "su-hah!" you moan out loudly. eyebrows pinching together.

"take it." he groans out, head falling back in laughter and pleasure. a hand that grips your hip harshly moves up to your stomach, pressing down hard. you whine as spurt out more liquid. "fucken messy girl."

[retiredteabag]

tracing trueform!sukuna’s markings

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Thinking about Sukuna allowing you to trace your fingers over his markings.

You were always content to simply lay with Sukuna and share each other’s presence. He spent lots of time reading, performing calligraphy, or imaging new ways to decimate opponents in battle.

He had no trouble staring off into space with that old mind that needed little for entertainment.

It likely happened the first time when you were in a drunken stupor, having never partaken in the sacred wine before, the high alcohol content took no time to invade your bloodstream.

Sukuna, of course, took notice of your open-mouthed stares. Finding your weak tolerance amusing. You looked him up and down from the space on the floor you sat upon, sharing no response when he commanded your return to his chambers.

Uraume would help you up, other servants cleaning the meal from the table. The kings would smirk at your blatant wobbling.

That evening, his spine would snap ramrod at the innocent touch of your finger. Never would he have experienced the touch of a servant that he had not demanded take place. He watched in amazement as your hands slid all the way from his bicep to his neck.

I imagine his body would jitter the way a cats does when you snake a touch down their back. He would have all four eyes on you. But you would not meet any of them. All too focused on the four large appendages you would take notice of then.

Sukuna would watch as your mouth dropped open, he would squint as you rubbed your eyes, only to find that, yes, he does, in fact, have four arms.

A small, unnoticeable smile would grace the kings lips. You, who so obediently followed his orders and payed the upmost respect. You who had been so sure that they lacked the prestige to wash their kings hair, was freely swiping their hands across his arms, as though to check if they were real.

Swaying to your knees you would leave a whisper of a touch up his chin, his jaw, under his eyes, and finally, his forehead.

I bet Sukuna would just watch you, closer than ever, as you stared at him with no hesitation to hold his gaze. His lips twitching, he would bear witness as your body lulled, eyes fluttering and with the anatomy perfect for an embrace, would allow you to nap within his frame.

[anglbunny]

brat tamer ♡ ryomen sukuna

cw: smut mdni, brat taming, bratty reader (duh), spanking (kinda), edging, based on this ask

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“You done running your mouth yet?”

His voice drips with mockery, deep and smooth as sin, heavy with that dangerous, cruel amusement. The kind that says he’s already won—even if you haven’t admitted it yet.

You're tied to the headboard. Wrists bound in silk, legs spread by his knees between yours, chest rising with each breath. And still, still you’re grinning at him like you’re not seconds away from being ruined.

“You scared to let me on top?” you tease, voice syrup-sweet. “Afraid I’ll make you beg?”

His eyes narrow.

Then—smack.

His hand collides with your thigh, sharp and punishing.

You yelp, more in shock than pain. His smirk grows.

“Keep talking, princess. Every word earns you another slap.”

Your lips curl. Defiant. “Maybe I like it.”

Another slap—harder. Then one to your ass. Then your cunt.

You gasp, hips jerking up. He doesn’t stop.

“Brats don’t get to like anything until I say so.” Sukuna grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him dead in the eye. “Understand?”

You don't nod.

So he shoves two fingers into your mouth. Deep.

“Suck. Since you love mouthing off so much.”

You glare—but obey. Tongue wrapping around his fingers, lips closing tight, sucking slow, messy, obscene.

His cock twitches against your thigh.

“You know what I like about you?” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop, then dragging them down to rub slow circles on your clit.

“You act like you’re in charge… right until you're crying and begging for my cock.”

You are crying eventually.

Because he edged you three times. Slapped your cunt between each one. Fingered you slow and deep until your legs shook, then stopped the second you were close.

You’re panting, trembling, voice wrecked.

“Sukuna… please—”

He presses his cock to your entrance. Bare. Thick. So hot you swear you feel him everywhere.

“Please what?” he growls. “Say it right.”

You whine. He slaps your inner thigh again.

“Use that bratty mouth for something useful for once.”

“…please fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

And he slams into you in one brutal thrust.

You scream.

He groans—low, guttural—like he’s been waiting all fucking night for this.

He doesn’t start slow. He doesn’t build up.

He fucks you like you belong to him. Like you owe him for every little stunt you pulled, every word you spat, every smug look.

You moan. Loud. Desperate.

His hand wraps around your throat.

“You gonna be a good little thing now?” he growls. “Or do I need to fuck the attitude out of you again?”

You barely manage a nod.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“Too late. I’m not stopping ‘til you forget your own name.”

And he doesn’t.

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: yk smth i haven't considered is if im writing about true form sukuna or what, i usually imagine megumi sukuna cause LAWRD

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[kashverse]

“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”

your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.

“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”

your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.

“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”

your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.

“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”

you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?

but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”

your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.

“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”

the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah��� you could be something great.”

your cat sneezes.

sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”

he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”

excuse me again???

before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.

he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.

“…i’m gonna eat it.”

you finally lose the battle against your laughter.

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ he’ll never own up to it, but you know athlete!sukuna credits your kiss for his winning streak; his lucky charm since that match last season.

the habit began that time: a playful kiss on the cheek before a game. you’d dragged him aside at halftime, given him a quick peck, and said, “you’ve got this.”

from then on? he came back, racked up 30 points, carried the team to a win, and took home mvp. ever since, sukuna’s been rather fixated on the idea that your kiss gives him the edge.

his pre-match ritual’s locked in; a tradition at this point now, and today’s no exception.

you’re caught up holding seats for a friend, not even noticing sukuna taking the court. he stops short mid-step, eyes narrowing as he searches the crowd — and finds you.

"come on, lucky charm," he says with a playful pout, tipping his cheek toward you expectantly.

“what?” you blinked, confused.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. he lean down, hand resting behind your seat, and tap his lips. “you owe me, remember?”

“you’re not gonna fall apart.” you sigh, shooting a glance at the team warming up as the pieces come together. “you really think one kiss is that powerful?”

“proof’s in the scoreboard, sunshine.” he smirks, leaning in just a little.

you roll your eyes, but your body betrays you, leaning toward him like it’s second nature. your lips graze his lips, soft and warm. his hand finds your waist, fingertips pressing into your side as his thumb strokes lazily over the hem of your shirt — lingering, like he’s testing how long he can stay.

you’re breathless when you pull away from the soft to deep kiss, his gaze heavy-lidded and fixed on your lips as his thumb traces the edge of your jaw.

“perfect.”

he’s halfway across the court when he slows, turns his head, and flashes you a lazy grin. “better sit where you can see me. you won’t wanna miss this.”

and sure enough, the shot is clean; textbook perfect. his eyes meet yours across the court, his smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth like, i told you, sunshine.

[lysatoru]

Can you please do a smau where you ask the jjk characters to pick a umber 1-10 and whatever number you send is how many nudes you send them

PICK A NUMBER!

I’m really doing it like months later… I’m so sorry!😭😭😭 I hope you’ll like it :)

ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Higuruma, Shiu Kong, Toji.

minors: DNI

SMAU masterlist.

I’m not a native english speaker so i’m sorry if there is any misspelling, i’m trying my best haha

[ksuojelly]

Sukuna and his proud way of showing people whenever your anywhere with him that your his

The ridiculous visible bite marks or love bites anywhere on your neck or collarbone

You’re walking ahead? He’ll slide his hand up the back of your neck and just hold it there warm, firm, thumb brushing the bruises he left behind.

Just when you think you’ve covered up enough somewhere?

your collar pulled high, lips glossed, skin glowing… and most importantly, the very obvious bruises on your neck? Covered.

You actually feel kind of proud of yourself.

Until you feel his hand.

Sukuna leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, arm draped lazily behind your chair. His fingers slide under your collar like he’s just adjusting it but you know better.

He tugs it down. Just enough.

Just enough to reveal the dark red bites on your breasts he’d left there last night,

You immediately glare at him, swatting his hand away.

“Seriously? I covered that.” “Exactly,” he says, not even trying to hide the smirk. “And I uncovered it.”

“What want me to sign my name too?” he teases as he flicks a finger against the mark. “You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

He leans in close “And you love it.”

And the worst part is?

He's right.

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[ratherchili]

𖹭 cw suggestive, fluff, mdni

Nobody likes your mean bf sukuna, except you, of course.

You knew he didn't stand much of a chance with your friends and family with his tattoos and resting bitch face. Add to that his gruff demeanor and tendency to remain (somehow aggressively?) silent except to bark orders or hurl insults, and your loved ones are regularly pulling you to the side and whispering their concerns into your ear.

They don't like the way he talks to you. They don't like the way his hulking form sticks to you like a dark shadow, never letting you out of his sight. They don't like the possessive way he paws at you, heedless of his audience. It's disrespectful.

"You deserve better."

"Why do you let him treat you like that?"

"If this is what he's like in public, I'd hate to see what he's like behind closed doors."

Oh, you're quite sure they would hate to see it.

"Get it yourself," you say, when he interrupts your family dinner to demand you bring him a beer. "And get a dog if you want something to bark at."

The scraping of his chair against the floor is absurdly loud in the otherwise silent room. Your family exchanges uncomfortable glances as he rises and stalks into the adjacent kitchen.

"Everything okay with you guys?" Your sister asks, touching the back of your hand.

"Toxic," somebody else whispers.

They don't see the way he looks at you, the way he smirks over his shoulder. They don't understand that he bites so you'll bite back. They don't see the way his heavy hand lays across your thigh, inching slowly upward even as you smile around a mouthful of pasta.

"Thought they'd never leave," he sighs, pulling you into his lap the second you return from seeing them out.

"You realize an hour is on the shorter side for a family gathering?"

"Short?" He grumbles, his hands warm as they glide up your back under your top.

"If you'd be nice they'd stay longer," you whisper, lips grazing his neck.

"What have I told you about threatening me?" He growls, standing suddenly and dragging you with him as you shreik and struggle weakly in his tattooed arms.

He takes you to the bedroom to teach you a lesson, but you never do learn.

[paranoiddreams]

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

wc: 488. not proofread

soft!sukuna who loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. he instantly closes his eyes and nuzzles closer. the feeling of your nails grazing his scalp os sensational. he lets out breathes of contentment, resting his cheek on your chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. and don't you dare stop. he'll look at you like you just offended his bloodline. "who told you you can stop woman?", he places your hand back on the top of his head, while you just smile at him.

soft!sukuna who feels the most reassured when he has your hand in his in public. especially when there's a large crowd, or even if there isn't, he just likes having your hands in his warm, rough and larger hands. rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb and lightly squeezing it to let you know he's there.

soft!sukuna who jolts awake almost instantly when you move away from him in his sleep. before meeting you, he had a harder time falling asleep, but he can now, almost immediately with you in his arms. but if you move away from him, he gets up with a scowl on his face and pulls you closer. "try that again and see what happens", this time pulling you in closer and tighter.

soft!sukuna who absolutely adores your forehead kisses but will never admit it, not even to you, but you know. the way his cheeks and ears immediately flush and he avoids eye contact from you, trying to act like it doesn't faze him. and when you don't give him a kiss, he basically acts like a brat towards you, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. "don't act like you care", he says when you try to ask him, but one kiss and he'd back in your arms.

soft!sukuna who as big as he is, prefers to be the little spoon whenever you cuddle. especially on days when he's just moody and wants to enjoy the comfortable silence between you two. the feeling of his cheek pressed against your chest, and the soft beating of your heart easily calms him down during one of those days.

soft!sukuna who lets you have the first bite of his food whenever you go out to eat. "have some. need to make sure it's not poisoned before i eat it", he jokes but in reality, he just like feeding you. just the act of you taking the spoonful no questions asked and the face you make when is delicious or not, he lives for that. his heart and stomach doing weird things to him.

soft!sukuna who will never admit to anyone, not even you, that he has a soft spot for you, even though it's so obvious because of the way that he treats and regards you, as someone important in his life. someone he loves...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[salsakiyoomi]

“you tempt me.”

sukuna says as you walk into the chamber, in nothing but a thin nightgown that clings to all the right places and leaves little to the imagination.

“...i didn't do anything?” you say, confused as you dry your hair with a towel and make your way over to the mattress where he is laying on his side of the bed.

“everything you do is tempting.” he says pointedly.

“i'm not sure whether this is an insult or a compliment.” you respond, smiling at him.

he stares at you for a few moments, and although he would never admit it — he admires the way you look, the curve of your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes and the way they sparkle, the way your damp hair frames your face — everything about you was just so tempting. that's the only way he could describe it.

and god, not to mention your body — your curves and contours and the thin nightgowns you usually wear that highlight your body so irresistibly.

“ryo,” you coo softly as you notice his lingering gaze, “what’s on your mind?”

“why must you infuriate me?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow, letting out a surprised laugh, “i literally didn't do anything.”

he scoffs — even the way you laugh was tempting him, and it wasn't in a bad way.

maybe that's what infuriates him.

it's sickening, the hold you have on him.

“ryo,” you coo again, and he scoffs again, “call me that one more time.” he warns and you laugh once more.

“c'mere.” you hum, climbing on his lap and instinctively his hands come at your hips, gripping and kneading the soft flesh gently.

your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him closer, pecking his lips for a moment and sukuna tries to convince himself that there is no growing heat on his face.

you pull away after a moment, resting your forehead against his as his gaze bores into you and he ignores the increasing speed of his heart.

he scoffs, “temptation.”

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