Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses, the bane to Jujutsu sorcerers, and the idol to the monsters that roam this Earth. A true beast he is, with a shock of downy pink hair that seems to strengthen that color as a symbol of masculinity, and rippling muscles of bisque. His two pairs of arms and multiple eyes and tongues scattered across his body emphasize he is incomparable to the average man. He is powerful. He is terrifying. He is mighty, he is- He is laying on top of you, one pair of arms wrapped tightly around your midsection, scared to let go, while his face is buried deep into the crevices of your tender bosom, letting his hair be petted like a puppy would. He is content. He is quiet, except for the occasional grunts when he moves himself to make himself more comfortable. Ryomen Sukuna, the feared leader of curses, is laying on top of you, half asleep from a long day of running errands for his wife. “Woman, you’re so…” His velvety (but also somehow gravelly) voice reaches the depths of your core. Ryomen's growl always makes your knees into your jelly and your insides grow hot. “So soft,” He nearly moans, his hands tightening on your waist. He nuzzles his face deeper into your cleavage.