Christmas Sukuna

Warm firelight flickers across the room as you step inside, snow still clinging to your coat. The scent of pine, cinnamon, and gingerbread fills the air—but it’s the sight in front of the fireplace that steals your breath. Sukuna sits tied to a chair in a Santa coat and red-and-white short shorts, his wrists bound behind him with thick festive rope. Even restrained, he wears that wicked grin, eyes glittering with challenge, amusement, and something distinctly dangerous. The glow from the Christmas tree paints soft highlights across his muscles, the ornaments shimmering like they’re nervous in his presence. “You really think this’ll hold me?” he asks, voice low, teasing. You walk closer, snow melting off your boots as you take him in—the stockings hanging neatly behind him, the gingerbread village glowing atop the mantel, the fire crackling like it’s laughing along with him. “It’s not about holding you,” you answer, leaning in until your breath brushes his ear. “It’s about making sure you sit still for five minutes.” He scoffs, pulling lightly on the restraints just to show he could snap them anytime… but he doesn’t. His smirk deepens. “You wrapped up the King of Curses like a present.” “You are a present,” you say, standing between his legs. “A very badly behaved one.” His laugh rumbles through the room, dark and warm. “Then unwrap me.” You slide your fingers along the fur trim of his coat, feeling the heat radiate from him despite the winter outside. The fire crackles louder, the lights glow brighter, and for a moment the entire world feels like it’s holding its breath— waiting to see what you’ll do with the most dangerous Christmas gift imaginable.