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kiryclaws · 20 days
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colored these sketches using different ways for no reason
I think it looks fine J:
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the sketch, wish I had kept some things from it though
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zuzu-draws · 5 months
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Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~
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shaisuki · 2 months
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sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.
how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.
the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.
sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.
the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.
his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.
too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.
“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.
“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.
the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.
there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.
you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.
“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”
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seniaasaysstuff · 6 months
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hopelessly devoted; ryomen sukuna (og form) x fem! reader.
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not culturally accurate; will have aspects from both chinese culture and japanese culture tho it is based in heian era where sukuna was at the height of his power.
smut next chapter🤭
Ryomen sukuna, the king of curses. This name was known all around and was reasonably feared. People worshiped the man as if he was the second coming of Jesus. Those who were trying to curry favor with the man sent him beautiful women, including many of their daughters as concubines for sukuna.
Sukuna gladly accepted them and frequently visited the beauties. The beauties were all focused on pleasing sukuna and wished to birth him a son and elevate their status to a consort. Sukuna was like a deity to them and they believed pleasing him would bring their family luck and glory.
Now on the day, your parents were about to send you off to emperor sukuna’s palace as a concubine, your vicious sister born from concubine fed you poison in the guise of a nourishing soup.
Your concubine birthed sister thought if you were killed she would take your place and become emperor sukuna’s concubine. She didn’t anticipate that you would wake up and act like nothing happened.
In the modern world, You were drunk and ran out of the club. You didn’t expect to run onto the road in your drunken stupor and get hit by a truck.
When you woke up, you were assaulted with memories of the body you were inhibiting. You felt enraged at the way that low-birth sister and that wretched concubine pei treated you.
Since you were from the principal line, the rest of your concubine-born siblings were envious of you. You received love from your parents, and grandparents and it made them filled with jealousy.
You hated the way the body you were inhibiting was so naive. She treated the siblings like they were all birthed by the same mother. She gave away her clothes, her hairpins, and everything they wanted. You made up your mind that you were about to make these ugly bastards suffer.
You were about to enter the palace as a concubine today and you made up your mind you were going to grab the emperor’s golden thigh and make all that made the previous owner of the body suffer face a fate worse than death.
First, you had to see what kind of golden fingers you had. Since you were a gen z kid who read ancient-era novels and watched anime and Asian dramas you knew you could stir some shit up and wreak havoc.
When you heard from your parents that the man you were being gifted to as a concubine was sukuna who had quite a monstrous appearance it felt like you had hit a jackpot.
Ryomen sukuna was someone you were quite familiar with. Considering the simping you had done when the original designs of his body were released, you were very excited to see the man in the flesh.
Night time was approaching and it was time for you to be sent off in a carriage to your new home with your entire family seeing you off. Your parents and grandmother had tears in their eyes while your grandfather looked sad.
You could tell all of them didn’t want to part with you but this was something that had to be done and you understood that. The carriage reached the palace and you were ushered off to your tiny estate. You brought five dowry maids along with you. You were bestowed with two eunuchs and a maidservant.
You were given a rosewater bath and the maids dressed you up in a sexy negligee and put a huge ass wedding dress on top of that. A huge veil was placed, making you unable to see anything. The maids then left you alone in the room.
The room was dark and the only glimmer of light was from the candles.
You were squirming in excitement. You were about to meet one of your favorite anime characters even though his fraudulent behavior was questionable at times you loved him.
You yawned, feeling bored out of your mind.“When is sukuna coming? Like this is so boring. Been waiting for that guy for so long for fuck sake,” You grumbled loudly. You weren’t aware of your surroundings and failed to listen to the footsteps of someone approaching.
A deep chuckle was heard. “Did I just hear someone calling out for me?” The voice crooned, making you squeak.
“Aww is my concubine shy?” Sukuna spoke in a low voice. You shyly nodded.
“Words love.” He softly said. “M’not shy,” you replied, your face covered in a red hue.
Sukuna removed the veil from your face and gently caressed your cheek. “Your father didn’t lie when he said you were beautiful.” He whispered as he softly tilted your chin upwards.
You gasped, “You think I’m beautiful?” Hearing one of your favorite characters say that you’re beautiful was just sending butterflies down your stomach.
You huffed, “Look at you. You're hotter than anyone on this planet well… except Toji but he doesn’t exist right now.”
You added as a second thought, “Well if you have two dicks and we can count that stomach mouth of yours then you are the best man alive.”
Sukuna let out a deep chuckle. “And pray tell how do you know about my body anatomy?”
You cursed, you should stop babbling. “I have dreamed about you a lot actually.” “Well, shall we make your dreams a reality?” Sukuna teasingly spoke. You nodded your head.
Sukuna wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled your face close to his. He rubbed his thumb on your lower lip. You were feeling a bit mischievous so you stuck your tongue out and licked his thumb.
“Sweetheart just say the word I can give you another thing to lick,” He smirked. “Oh I’d love that,” You winked at him.
“You minx,” He growled. He picked you up and sat you down on his lap, so now you were facing his humongous chest.
His stomach mouth decided to be cheeky and licked your hand, making you jump. “Pfft-” Sukuna chuckled. “Hey! It wasn’t funny!” You whined, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.
Sukuna kept looking at you with that enamored look in his eyes, it made you feel shy and it made you want to run for the hills. It felt like the man was slowly getting obsessed, and if that obsession grew even deeper? You wouldn’t be able to escape, not that you wanted to.
You caressed his cheek. “You’re a beautiful being sukuna ryomen and being able to meet you was a pleasure,” you whispered.
“C’mere you sweet sweet vixen,” he spoke as he grasped your chin, tilting your head upwards so that you could look at him. His one pair of hands gently ran all over your body. You ground your body against his thigh, a feeling of bliss washing over you.
You gasped as his hand brushed over your waist, slowly and steadily making his way towards the inner of your thighs. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against your lips. His tongue brushed yours, he tasted like sweet sake.
“My sweet girl, you are a treasure,” Sukuna breathed out as he broke away from the kiss, a smile etched on his face as he glanced at you.
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ssaraexposs · 1 month
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The more I read about Sukuna being elated with fighting Maki, the more I believe he would've had the fight of his life with Toji
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ravencat-art · 1 year
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Riding his tummy mouth
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Check out the uncensored version on my patreon
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kuroowo · 1 year
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Worship
- True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Reader
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Warning - Begging, degradation, worship, possessiveness, blood + injury (implied biting & nail punctures), p3netration, crying (implied), & restraint of movement
Note - Literally dreamt a similar scenario and I ain’t been the same since. Also I haven’t written in awhile, let alone smvt of any kind, so do forgive me for this style (I know it’s not my normal, but then again I’m not sure what’s my normal?)
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“Please, please, please, please, please—”
A sob crawls its way up your throat. It pierces through the stifling air, heady in your lungs, sticky on your skin. Another follows right behind, and it clumps your lashes and arches your back, body folded and held against the smooth wood of the closet. You’re pressed and unmovable by the strength of his grip, obsidian claws nipping at your skin, thick fingers digging into your flesh — it’ll leave a mark. A bruise. Purple and blue and green and blooming across your nape and hips and waist for days.
The thought alone leaves you moaning unabashedly louder, whinier, clingier, “I want—, I need it. I need you. Need you in me, Sukuna, please!”
What depraved, shameless pleas they are. Sung from your lips like an angel’s choir, melodies of the highest caliber, suited only for a man, a curse, a monster, a god — him. For him, for Sukuna, a feast laid bare for his taking. So ravenous and willing, he could almost taste the sweetness of your warmth on his starving palate.
“Such a dirty, needy little thing.”, he debases. Arrogance bleeds into every letter uttered past his grin — feral at the edges, canines predatory in its glint as he soaks in your keening, your shudders, your desperate gaze, “Have you no pride?”
Heavy and wet, Sukuna drags his tongue on the flush of your nape and groans, carnal and unchaste, when the taste of your blood is flavoured by the debauchery of your scream. By the writhe of your trembling body, so tense, so pliant beneath his iron hold. By the clench of your empty cunt, arousal beading, trickling down his pulsing, twitching cocks.
“Sukuna— Sukuna...”, breathily, a little far away, his syllables are whispered. As if the core of your being knows only of his name and his existence alone.
Sukuna preens, reflexive to your piety, with an affectionate curl of his lips. The four-armed King decides it worthy of a reward as his hips return the favour with an unbridled thrust. Pure muscle mass forceful in pushing you higher against the cabinet, harder against the cherrywood door. An engorged cockhead catches against your throbbing clit and you could only gasp, choked and stuttered and utterly devoted, “I just need you.”
Adoration like never before beads at your fluttering lashes, rolls past the flush of your cheeks, and dyes red, red, red. It matches crimson on his canines, the little droplets staining his nails — Sukuna’s thinning composure frays and unravels. Every inch of his nerves feel like live wire. His very soul roars to life and you’ve never revered a sight more glorious, more sublime, more worthy of every ounce of divinity than him.
“That’s right.”, Sukuna sheaths it all in one slick plunge. It burns, it soothes, it has you bawling and it has him deeply deferential in his groan. Head thrown back, ruby eyes slip shut from the tightness, your heat. It's a coming home to him, a decadent pleasure searing its brand onto him, a heavenly experience Sukuna knows he’ll find in no other within this lifetime.
Perhaps even, for all the rest.
“Just me—”, the cabinet rattles violently, “Only me.”, the room spins and blends, “Your King.”, your world is reborn once more.
“Mine.”
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bonnvivre · 5 months
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wanted to redraw this panel rq
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poopypipi · 2 months
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Why do I have to go through higher education? I should be some rich housepartner or something I am too fragile for this world.
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sukunasweetheart · 2 years
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AU where sukuna is a surgeon...but its modern fantasy!
The build up to this whole thing is quite lengthy, but please hold on!! no warnings; fluff and romance :> gn!reader
Can you imagine it?? That murderous man as a doctor, out of all occupations?? Because 😁 i can.
Famous as the four armed heart surgeon, this man, despite his big and rather burly appearance, has absolute precision with his scalpel and needles! And of course with the doubled limbs, his surgeries end much quicker, too.
Magic in this world has various side effects, so most people- well, beings, much prefer getting fixed physically rather than utilising other healing methods. (And so of course, theres a limit to Sukuna's precision when it comes to smaller bodies - he only operates on those he deems suitable.)
Dr. Sukuna has remarkable influence on the hospital he works at, and therefore he's gained the authority to pick and choose his patients. He’s appeared in many renowned medical journals, articles, and even a couple of interviews.
Likes to show up to work with a formal, but snazzy outfit - he is proud of his fashion sense and often buys many clothes from the best brands. Of course, he is rich enough to pay for the specific tailoring he needs for his second pair of arms.
Dr. Sukuna lives a good, comfortable life. For the most part.
He often sees the families of his patients gathering round to listen to the happy or unfortunate news he delivers. They smile together, and/or weep together.
Sukuna is a lonely man. He has no family, no lover, no close friends. Only acquaintances. He’d focused on getting to the top for so long, he’d neglected his personal connections with others. Though, that isn’t to say he’s sad about it all the time.
He enjoys his own company, being by himself, reading, cooking, exercising, and archery. Being alone is comfortable, since you don’t have to worry about anyone else but yourself. But in the back of his mind, he’s always open to having a cute partner to come home to, after work. But the more he looks, the more it seems like there is no one who he can fancy wholeheartedly.
Putting his introduction to the side now... one night, he’s looking through his large closet to find the suit he’s planning on wearing to the interview he has tomorrow...only to find that there is quite a noticeable tear on one of the sleeves. When did that happen?? He has no idea.
Sukuna’s a bit of a stubborn man, he could’ve just decided to wear a different suit for the interview, but he was set on wearing that particular one. He doesn’t like having his personal plans foiled like that. Even though he knows suits tend to take quite a while to mend.
It’s 7pm in the evening, and he’s sure that there’s no place still open for mending clothes - yet he scours the net in search for one nearby. Lo and behold, there actually is one. It’s a ten minute drive away from his place but there seems to be a bit of an additional walking time that comes with it. He doesn’t really know what overcame him, but he felt the need to give it a go.
Where he ends up at is a rather cute looking shop. The singular window has some light peeking through, and the flowery sign on the door says ‘open’. It’s located in a spot that’s terrible for business, obscurely tucked away in the streets and not very visible to the public. Sukuna wonders how the owner gets any visitors at all. Maybe they don’t.
When he steps in, the inside reveals to be even cosier than what it looks externally. Not very spacious, but it’s clean and tidy with pastel yellow walls, and a nice scent floating about inside. The bells at the top of the door chime softly as he enters.
Three boxes are checked off inside of his head. Cute shop, cute decoration, and a cute owner. You look up from your little sewing project, and give a small ‘hello’. Darn, that little miniature hat you’re making is cute, too.
Sukuna clears his throat, and asks if you’re available to mend his suit for him. It’s high quality, so he’s not sure if you can manage to be completely honest, but to his surprise, you accept it after inspecting the tear for a few seconds.
“It’ll take around fifteen minutes. Please feel free to take a seat.” You gesture towards the line of chairs that all sit in a row against the wall with a smile. Only fifteen minutes? He thinks, while taking a seat.
Once you’re done, he inspects your work and is pleasantly shocked to see how perfect and seamlessly mended his sleeve was. You explain that you mix a bit of magic into your techniques, therefore having the ability to fix any sort of ruined clothing. Truly a friend of fabric.
You ask him if he’d like for it to be ironed as well while you are at it. Upon his verbal acceptance, you take it out of his hands once again, to get to your ironing board. Movement languid yet skilled, he can strongly sense that you like what you do. And you’re pretty good at it, too.
Once he’s paid for the mending and ironing cost, Sukuna is on his merry way out - feeling lucky that he happened to find someone who could fix his precious suit jacket, good as new.
“Please come again!” Your voice rings out.
And from then on, Sukuna becomes another one of your regulars at your cosy little shop.
Very slowly, the grumpy doctor who gets not so grumpy when he’s around you - gets to know you better, and vice versa. And at some point, he just starts to visit the place to relax rather than as a customer in his free time. Good for the soul after a day of treating many patients. He drinks whatever you brew him - from your small stash of instant coffees and tea bags that you have in your shop.
There’s just nice chatter between you and him, sometimes banter, and other times a bit of flirting.
One might think that he may be being a nuisance to the business, but you don’t mind his company at all. Not many customers visit in a day, and sometimes it gets too quiet for your liking in the evenings. People often only drop their clothes off, before leaving to collect it later.
Sukuna though, he stays while you work. At first you might’ve thought it was because he didn’t trust you too much with his pricey suits, but now you have a lurking suspicion it may be because of something else.
He confirms it to be true, when he eventually and sheepishly asks you out on a date, on a Friday night. It comes out naturally with a smooth “Are you free this weekend?” and you say yes without thinking. The first date is typical; a nice movie, then a nice dinner - and finally, a nice kiss at the very end before he drops you off. To make it official. (He snuck in a little ‘I like you’ in there too, don’t you worry.)
The heart surgeon desperately needs someone to look at his heart now, from the way it beats so hard and loud when he’s with you. Looks like he’s fulfilled his dull love life by having someone as wonderful as you stuck to his side.
Some extras on this AU;
The other regulars for reader’s shop would be some of the jjk cast
i can picture the fushiguro family, nanami, utahime and higuruma all being consistent customers
itadori family gets introduced to the shop by the fushiguros 🤭
later on, megumi begins to work part time for you
i think he’d like the quiet there, and he’d be a nice support for you since he’s reliable yk? he kind of insisted he wanted to, saying he doesn’t mind not being paid a lot
however, is slightly irritated by sukunas presence because he takes away a bit of that nice quiet megumi likes,, making noise by being busy flirting with you haha
since its still a fantasy au, everyone is non human in some way
what way specifically, i haven’t really figured out lmaoo probably human-animal hybrid-ish maybe for some characters, even tho thats a bit cliche
you do end up moving in with sukuna after a while
picture the size difference in belongings,, it’d be so cute ! his and your mugs sitting side by side omg 
the whole size difference thing would be kind of difficult to live with if he was too big, so im thinking of a more moderate build for sukuna in this au tho
sukuna introduces a number of his acquaintances to your shop and you get a bit busier with more customers
his acquaintances being ones from the hospital
gojo and getou, probably? gojo is the ceo of the hospital - values sukuna bc he brings the hospital a lot of money with his skills
and getou is probably another skilled surgeon too
sukuna will most likely regret it later because now he has less time to have you all to himself!! youre occupied with other people
what does it matter tho, at the end of the day hes the one taking you home
thats it for now <3 maybe i will make a oneshot based off this later
tagging ; @ry0chann @skunaskitten @sukunastoy @yuujispinkhair 
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kiryclaws · 4 months
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og sukuna :3 aka babygirl
I have been avoiding drawing him for several months but it wasnt that hard so maybe ill draw him more frequently ¿
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zuzu-draws · 4 months
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"Well Well... Aren't we gawking with a little too much enthusiasm?"
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shaisuki · 2 months
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it took you a long time to realize that you were your sukuna-sama's favorite.
how could you. there were a hundred of concubines that your master to choose from and you were one of them. different are chosen to lay with him every night sometimes more than three. you didn't complain about it. your master are entitled to do whatever it pleases him and you were fortunate enough if you are chosen to.
that it happens on repeat and you were blind to the scowl of the other concubines who watch you in jealousy of how much sukuna-sama favors you out all of them. your fellow concubines seething in their seat with gritting teeth of being called for the nth time of the moon.
sukuna would not say it aloud that you were his favorite concubine. sure he was that there are other concubines in his harem that shares your attributes but it is nothing to his favored concubine.
the one who could easily follow his orders with no qualms or hesitation. the mere shadow of him is where you already presents yourself. stripping yourself out of the kimono that he specifically chosen for you. fitting for a king like him to feast on a delicacy such as yourself. his cocks hardening at your scent. awaiting for your smooth palms to worship him and hold his cocks. your chunky fingers wrapped around them. pumping them simultaneously while your lips engulfed his two cock heads. sucking them eagerly while he degrades and sometimes praises you for being devoted to him.
this time you didn't miss how hungry his gaze are. his sight narrows at your plump figure below him. the mouth in his stomach salivating in contrast of the thin line in his face's lips. his arms moving in a manner that your brain tells you to run but your cunt is already drenched with your slick for this king you're about to serve. you await for whatever fate he has stored for you. will he kill you tonight out of boredom or he will grant you a another day to see the sun.
it was the latter and the full realization weighing on you were your sukuna-sama's prized possession when you're the only one to be bestowed by being laid in his throne of skulls. your legs separated by his upper arms while your cunt is being feasted by your master.
eyes the color of his enemies blood is staring at you with fascination while he hums in delight. his mouth pressed in your fat pussy while he laps the delectable juices dripping out of you. after ripping the bodies of his enemies and consuming their rotten flesh, he needs something sweet to wash the taste of it and your cunt is the only thing he can think of. sweet as the peaches in bloom and it goes down like honey in his throat.
he doesn't stop. he will only stop after he was satisfied. doesn't matter if you're silently pleading. begging him to stop cause it's too much. you only exist for his pleasure and deep inside you were happy that you have a purpose for your master. you lasted this long after all. one thing that is clear, you're his favorite.
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baebeyza · 8 months
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Bunch of shit I drew for my jjk fanfic
It's SukuIta Yakuza "I beat a crime boss' boxing champion and am forced to fight in his place" AU :D
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kikimary · 2 years
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Sukuna, while holding y/n in his four arms: I've only known this brat for a month and a half, but if anything were to happen to her, I'd kill everyone in this place, and then myself.
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ssaraexposs · 1 month
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He's THE Villain of the new gen anime
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