Best for last ❤️ also sorry for spamming lmao it's a doodle dump

Sukuna I'm getting attached to quickly (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Apparently he canonically speaks very respectful and traditional japanese, as in like he nvr curses and hes actually very sophisticated in his usage of terms (albeit his tone makes people think hes cursing tjem out lol)

Firefighter!Sukuna who starts believing in miracles when you slide him your phone number under the guise of prescription, dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist, feeling his pulse before you pulled away, leaving behind a tingling on his skin.

He wouldn't say it out loud but he did sniff his wrist like a dog in the privacy of his own home.

Firefighter!Sukuna who somehow managed to land a date with you, between horrible typos and genuine spelling mistakes you still somehow thought he was worthy of dating.

Firefighter!Sukuna who sits opposite to you in the cafe booth, fingers fidgeting with the napkin beside his plate as you scanned the menu.

"Have you been here before?" You looked up, soft eyes meeting his widened ones, "do you have any recommendations?"

"Water's good." Sukuna blurted out, tip of his ears turning red as he simultaneously registered your question and his own response, "I mean like, it's crispy and hydrating, I don't drink—sorry I haven't been here before."

Firefighter!Sukuna who dreadfully waits for you to realise how much of a loser he is and walk away.

From his jumbled words to clumsy hands nearly dropping a jug full of water in your lap, he was sure you'd block him by the end of the night.

Firefighter!Sukuna who is pleasantly surprised to somehow find himself at you apartment, your fingers tugging his collar as you desperately claimed his mouth, heels digging into the back of his thighs from where he had you pressed against the door.

He squeezed your thighs, pulling away from your lips to scan your apartment, eyes searching for way to your bedroom, afterall he had been here few weeks ago.

"It's the one in far left." You mumbled against his throat, lapping up at his bobbing adams apple, arms tightening around his neck as he stepped into the living space, "wait, take off your clothes."

"Here?" Sukuna looked into your open living room, gently letting go of your body as your feet settled on the ground, watching as you haphazardly tucked at he straps of your sundress, plush tits spilling over the collar as you pushed it down, "You want to have sex here?"

You stop stripping, eyes wide as you turn around to look at the space available, before continuing to shimmy out of your dress, "later, let's get to bedroom first."

Firefighter!Sukuna who feels precum oozing out of his tip at the mere thought of later, he followed your lead, clumsily stripping down to his underwear, eyes locked on the way you casually slid your panties off, strutting your way to the bedroom.

He slowly followed you inside, cheeks red as he took in the way you had decorated your room, warmth blooming in his belly at the thought of being in your space.

"Come, wash your hands." You tilted your head towards the bathroom, wetting your hands before pumping out handwash, expectedly waiting for him to join you.

Confusion painted his features but he still abided by your request, naked and horny and washing his hands.

"You are about to put your hands on and in me, I want them clean."

Oh. Oh.

Firefighter!Sukuna who goes one step ahead, hands curling so he could fill them with water, before splashing it on his face, making sure to rub around his mouth twice.

You watch him in curiosity, eyes sparkling as he wipes his face dry with one of the towels you handed him.

"I wanted to, you know." He gestured vaguely with his hand, when he spotted your raised eyebrow, he elaborated further, "I wanted to eat your pussy too."

Firefighter!Sukuna who is surprised when you, quite literally jumped his bones, face flushed as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling between his legs to smother his face with kisses.

Firefighter!Sukuna who leaned over your body, hand wrapped around his thick cock as you spread your pussy.

He tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, relishing in the way you squirmed, hips weakly rutting upwards, chasing his fleeting touches.

Momentarily, he visualised the water hose, weirdly comparing his cock to it, after all he was about to extinguish the fire in your bell—

He was probably daydreaming for too long, when your voice brought him back to the bedroom.

"Still with me, 'Kuna?" You mumbled, reaching up to cradle his jaw, eyes soft as you pecked the corner of his mouth. "What are you thinking about?"

Firefighter!Sukuna who groaned, eyes screwed shut as tried to find a way to explain to you his analogy without sounding—insane.

And you are looking up at him so—tenderly, eyes soft and worried, brows furrowed, and then his gaze drifts lower, pebbled nipples and love bites littered on your sternum and lower where you pussy waits in anticipation, so wet.

And the his dick—the hose.

"Your pussy, my dic—the fire," he stammered, dread pulling in his stomach as the furrow between your brows deepens, you are trying your best to understand him, "i am stupid." He huffed helplessly, arm bending at the elbows as he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, cock smushed against your pussy, drawing a gasp from your pretty lips. "Shi—sorry."

"Move 'Kuna," You pushed slightly against his toned belly, reaching between your bodies to surl your fingers around his length, feeling him shudder against your grasp, "don't tease me now." You pouted, aligning his tip with your entrance, smearing his precum messily over your folds.

Firefighter!Sukuna who pushed past his thoughts and focuses on you, the spasming of your walls as his tip pushes past the entrance, the arching of your back as you accomodate to his girth, the way your hand hovers over your clit, not yet touching because he knows you'll cum too fast if you did.

He steadied himself over you, breath fanning on your cheeks as he reached between your bodies with his free hand, gently guiding your hand around his neck, before trailing back down.

Pulling out, he rubbed his thumb across your entrance, gathering slick before guiding his cock back inside, smearing the fluid on your clit, thumb rough and pressured against your tender bud.

"Kuna—" You moaned, trembling in his hold, completely at his mercy as he set a slow rhythm, thick cock dragging deliciously against your wet walls, your nails dig into the skin of his back, huffing out breaths with each thrust.

Firefighter!Sukuna who has you falling apart in his hold, cock red and throbbing with a pulse as you cum around him, thick creamy coating his base, sloppy mess between your bodies.

Firefighter!Sukuna who mutters out, "Whe—where do you want me?" Words muffled against the skin of your shoulder, hips rutting forward as his thumb relentlessly drew shapes on your clit, unbothered by the fact that you already coated him in your creamy slick twice.

You don't answer, you can't—answer, mind devoid of any coherent thought, you could barely focus on anything other then his cock battering your insides and his thumb swapping slick on your bud.

Firefighter!Sukuna who looks down at your ruined appearance, eyes glossy and filled with stars, cheeks red, lips swollen and rosy, he presses one long wet kiss against your plush cheek, pulling out in one go, hand letting go of your waist and wrapping around his length, blurring as he stroked himself, cum splattering on your belly and thighs, some droplets even managing to paint your nipples.

Firefighter!Sukuna who lays flat on his back in your bed, tanned and tattoed skin surrounded by baby pink duvet and teeny tiny plushies, his back supported by what he assumes are, at least 5 small pillow.

His dick, soft and shiny, tucked between his thighs, he turns he head to see you sprawled beside him hands trailing up and down your body, fingers occasionally smearing his coating your belly.

"You want to was—"

"Round two by the ent—"

Both of your stop immediately, widened eyes meeting another set of widened eyes, you stop fiddling with his cream coating your belly, instead you turn towards, ignoring the squelch as remnants of body fluids, leaked out. "I thought firefighters had stamina?"

Firefighter!Sukuna who is dumbfounded by your question, eyes shining with mirth as he took turned towards you, dick bobbing down as blood rushed south again. "Was just being courteous."

He huffed, getting off the bed and dragging you to the edge by your ankle, grinning wide as loud cackles escaped your lips, easily tossing you over his shoulder as he made his way out to the living room.

"Where do you want to start, Ma'am?"

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The bedroom is entirely silent, illuminated only by the warm glow of the bedside lamp on his side of the bed. It’s late, well past midnight, and Sukuna’s propped up against the pillows in nothing but boxers, holding a book open in his right hand, completely at ease, while the other is trapped beneath your weight.

Sprawled shamelessly across his side, your cheek pressed right over his ribs, you let your body go limp while your mind refuses to follow suit. Restlessness creeps in, your thoughts racing in circles, dredging up problems just for the sake of having something to gnaw on. The silence makes your thoughts feel way too loud, twisting a thin, ridiculous thread of worry out of nothing at all.

Your eyes drift over the page of his book without taking in a single word, and before you can stop yourself, the question tumbles out into the dim room, your voice barely above a whisper and oddly hesitant.

"You ever think I'm too clingy? Like... you ever wish I gave you more space?"

how sukuna cuddles < 3 ft. trueform!sukuna

it’s the middle of winter with the kind of cold afternoon that practically begs you to stay under the blankets forever, and fortunately for you, you have absolutely no intention of moving.

mostly because you physically can’t.

wrapped securely in the center of the bed, you are currently acting as the anchor for four massive, heavily tattooed arms. true form sukuna is, by all definitions of the word, an absolute mountain of a being. to the rest of the world, his four-armed, towering stature is a legendary symbol of horror, but right now, in the quiet sanctuary of your room, he is nothing more than a giant space heater who refuses to let you go.

you shift slightly, trying to pull the heavy duvet up over your shoulders, and the subtle movement instantly triggers a deep, gravelly rumble from the chest pressed against your back. it’s a low, vibrating purr of a sound that you can feel right through your spine.

"stop squirming, woman," sukuna mutters, his voice thick with sleep, the rough edge of it completely softened by his drowsy state.

before you can even respond, his upper right arm tightens securely around your waist, pulling you back flush against his broad, solid torso until there isn't a single millimeter of space left between you. his upper left hand comes up to gently rest over your hip, his long, sharp-clawed fingers splaying wide across your fabric, completely dwarfing your frame. his hands are huge, but he moves them with a gentleness that completely contradicts his intimidating appearance.

you smile into the dim room, reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his lower left hand, which is resting lazily near your stomach. his second set of arms is located lower on his torso. his lower right hand is currently hooked casually over your thigh, anchoring you to the mattress like a warm weighted blanket.

"i'm just trying to get comfortable," you whisper, tilting your head back to look up at him.

sukuna slowly opens his primary set of eyes, the crimson depths blinking down at you with lazy affection. his secondary set of eyes, positioned just below the first, remain shut, completely relaxed. a slow, soft smirk tugs at the corner of his marked lips as he leans down, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck. his short, spiky hair tickles your jawline, and you let out a soft giggle as he plants a warm, lingering kiss right against your pulse point.

"you're already comfortable," he rumbles against your skin, his breath hot and soothing. "you're right where you belong."

sleeping next to someone with four arms means that standard cuddling rules do not exist. there is no awkward repositioning, no limbs falling asleep, and absolutely no way for the cold air to seep under the blankets. he can hold you completely secure against his chest with one set of arms while using his other set to stroke your hair, pull the blankets higher, or trace lazy, intricate patterns along your arms.

his upper left hand leaves your hip, his large fingers gently tangling into your hair. he starts taking long, slow strokes from the crown of your head down to your shoulders, something he only ever indulges in when the two of you are completely alone. the repetitive, gentle motion makes your own eyes start to feel heavy, the pure, unadulterated comfort of his presence completely washing over you.

"you're like a giant furnace," you murmur, shifting your head to rest comfortably on his massive bicep, which serves as the perfect, solid pillow.

"hmpf. you complain about the cold every winter, so consider yourself lucky," he teases, though the sheer fondness in his gravelly voice entirely ruins his tough words. to emphasize his point, his lower arms tighten their grip just a fraction, pulling your lower half even closer into his massive lap, completely cocooning you in his radiating heat.

he is vast, covered in dark, ancient markings, and possesses a presence that could easily command a room, but here, he uses his massive size solely to shield you from the chilly afternoon. you turn around completely within his grasp, shifting so you are facing him. it takes a bit of maneuvering given the sheer volume of limbs involved, but sukuna accommodates you effortlessly, his arms shifting like fluid shadows to open up space before closing right back around you.

now face-to-face, you rest your smaller hands against his broad chest, feeling the steady, powerful thumping of his heart beneath his tattoos. sukuna looks down at you, his sharp features completely softened by the quiet intimacy of the moment. he reaches up with one of his right hands, his thumb gently smoothing over your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair.

"still cold?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours.

"not at all," you smile, leaning into his warm palm.

you lean up just a fraction, pressing a soft, sweet kiss directly to his jawline, right over one of his dark markings. sukuna’s eyes darken with an incredibly tender, possessive warmth. he lets out another low, satisfied rumble, leaning down to press his lips firmly against yours in a slow, deep kiss that feels entirely like adoration.

when he pulls back, he shifts his weight slightly, burying his face back into your hair and pulling the thick duvet all the way up to your ears with his free hand. all four of his massive arms lock securely around you once more, forming an impenetrable, incredibly cozy fortress against the rest of the world.

outside, the rain continues to fall, but inside the safety of his arms, you are completely warm, completely safe, and utterly loved.

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

had to get this out of my system or else I don't sleep

"'He spits inside your mouth, hips moving faster'—what.”

Sukuna's reading voice turns down a couple of notches once he realized what he's reading, now murmuring as if he's seeing something he shouldn't. He had to squint his eyes to read the following lines, honestly. Too grossed that he wants to look away, but too curious to actually follow through.

“The hell’s this smutty bullshit, woman?” His hand reaches down to grab the back of your chair, spinning you around so you can face him, dumbfounded and... scared? You're not sure. “‘He spits in your mouth’, where'd you even learn that?”

“Oh, don't act like you don't do that to me whenever you're out of it.” Sukuna opens his mouth to reply with an equally sassy tone, but all that leaves him is a begrudging sigh.

“Touché,” he clicks his tongue. “But what exactly are you writin’, huh? Fifty Shades of Nasty?”

You huff as you turn back to face your laptop, the tab with said ‘nasty bullshit’ open for everyone—Sukuna to see. If it was by any means sentient, you're sure it would've plunged itself to the nearest water source, wanting to be rid of the filth you keep writing.

“Well, someone requested this ‘nasty bullshit’, and who was I to deprive them of their wish?” You shake your head, fingers already tapping on your keyboard. “The people yearn for smut, so they'll get smut.”

If he recalls correctly, you mentioned something about your inbox being open, how their kind words almost made you tear up, and how their requests would make you laugh or recoil. Maybe even both. He doesn't really know shit about the whole fanfic… writing thing you do, now that he knows that you can write something like that?-

He's intrigued. For better or for worse.

“Freaky ass.” He mumbles, half-hoping that you catch it, half-hoping that you don't.

“What was that, Mr. Ryomen?” You glare at him, lips pursed together tightly. The last thing he wants to do is laugh at your work and your precious, precious Anon’s request. And if he ever did? Ass red from beating it. "Y'have anything else to say?"

“Nope. Nothin’.” Sukuna turns around to bail before you can hug his neck till he's blue. “You just… Bella Swan through that, babe. Call me if you need anythin’.”

Some documentary drones on in the background, but neither of you pays it any mind. Sprawled out in his usual spot on the sofa, Sukuna has his ankles crossed and hooked over the edge of the coffee table, a thick paperback balanced open in one hand. The soft, worn gray shirt clings to his shoulders, the fabric stretched just enough to show off the muscle underneath, and he looks every bit like a man determined to wring a scrap of peace from the tail end of a long, draining week.

The narrator rambles on about ancient architecture, but your attention is glued to the way the muscle in Sukuna’s forearm flexes every time he turns a page. It’s infuriatingly attractive, and tonight, you’ve already decided you’re going to be the worst kind of distraction. Leaving well enough alone has never been your strong suit, and the fact that he’s so obviously craving a quiet reading session only makes it too tempting to ignore.

Sukuna loves his personal space when he's reading a book. You, on the other hand, happen to love Sukuna's personal space more than your own.