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[mamipeachy]

making this post since i just had to block somone and since i plan on being more active on this blog:

DO NOT interact with my blog or any of my content moving forward if you are under 18. it is put there for a reason.

moving forward, if i notice an account with no age in bio or underage. immediate block. please just wait til you’re of age.

thank you.

[gamerism]

SHEVA ALOMAR ▶ RESIDENT EVIL 5

[arkhiver]

minors dni — thinking about how sukuna loves watching you fall apart for him, only to remind you he’s nowhere near finished with you.

“hghh… oh god. oh god…” you whimper as sukuna laps at your pussy with hungry devotion, like it’s the last thing left in the world. more essential than his thirst for blood; more essential, even, than the empire he had built with his own hands.

“feels good, brat? grinding yourself against my face like a little whore. i know those other orgasms still weren’t enough for your needy cunt,” he growls.

“yes, ’kuna, please. give me more… i need more.” you moan, drunk on his tongue already imagining it was sukuna’s cock instead.

then he pulls away, lifting his head from between your thighs. for a split second, you whine at the loss, but he makes up for it immediately, his long fingers spreading you open before circling your clit in slow, almost painfully deliberate motions that reach straight into your core.

“tell me what you want, brat.”

he tries to sound cruel. controlled. but his voice betrays him. desire bleeds into every word, runs through his veins and guides his fingers.

for a moment, you think about refusing to beg. but you know he’ll keep you from coming if you do. now, your body is nothing but a mess of desire for sukuna, incapable of resisting him.

“i want you to fuck me. please, ryo, i need this,” you say, lifting yourself up as his fingers pull away, and the sound that fills the room is a soft but deliberate slap against your cunt.

sending butterflies through your stomach and making you clench around nothing. you love when he fucks you like this, like you’re nothing but his dirty little thing. sukuna was good at that — at devouring you like you were the last and most delicious meal right in front of him.

in the blink of an eye, he turns you over, your chest now pressed against the bed. one strong hand pulls at your stomach as he places a pillow beneath your hips, making you arch your hips into the air. in response, you give him the view he wants, spreading your legs and pressing your chest further into the mattress, your pussy completely exposed.

sukuna positions himself between your legs, rubbing his hard cock against your folds, still dripping from your first orgasm. the heat makes you moan instinctively seeking more of him, caught between pure ecstasy and anticipation.

“kuna… hah, inside, please,” you whimper.

but he doesn’t even listen, because his cock is already pushing into you. at first, it’s slow. he stretches you patiently, even after spending so much time touching you.

then, when he’s buried inside you completely, you could swear you hear him growl. you squeeze around him involuntarily, and sukuna leans over your back, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before speaking into your ear.

“barely have me and you’re already squeezing me like that. you’re so needy aren’t you?”

then he starts moving. obscene sounds fill the room while your only instinct is to drool and become a mess of moans. you can feel him pulsing, the thick vein along his cock throbbing as he moves against your hot, trembling walls.

the angle makes your vision go white, and you can’t seem to breathe past him. but even so, it feels good — making you feel close to heaven, even while being fucked by something so close to the devil.

“ahhh—s-sukuna… please, more. i’m cumming. fuck… i’m cumming!” you scream.

your sounds are a mess now, and even you can’t understand them anymore. his size is overwhelming, consuming you completely, but there isn’t a trace of pain. he had spent the entire night preparing you to take him.

your walls tighten, and for a moment, your vision goes dark. it’s brief, barely half a second. your thighs begin to tremble, and the sounds of sukuna moving against you grow even wetter with your release dripping down his length.

“so pretty. so pretty for me.” his voice sounds thick with pleasure. “fuck, i want another one.”

“r-ryo! it’s too much… i can’t. it’s too much.” you frown.

you both know you can.

sukuna’s fingers leave your waist, where he had been holding you tightly to keep you in place. he keeps moving against you, but now he pulls you by your hair instead.

his hand is firm enough, yet still gentle to the touch. you feel a tug at your scalp and find yourself enjoying the sting of it, completely drunk on the man above you.

he then lifts you up onto your knees, moving against you harder and harder. he doesn’t pull you close enough for you to press against his chest, but just enough to make you arch. the new angle sends every sensation deeper, where he fills you completely.

from this angle, a small bulge appears in your stomach. it’s slight, barely noticeable, but it’s there. he catches sight of it in the mirror in front of you, and his free hand slides down to your abdomen, right where his cock presses deliciously against your inner walls.

“your cunt feels so good. so small and tight around me. look at you — you can barely fit all of me. you were made for me.” his voice drops lower, rougher now. “i’m going to fill you up. fill you with my cum. ohh, you’ll be so full of me you’ll come back begging for more. this greedy little pussy of yours is going to beg for me, and until i get you pregnant, i’ll keep fucking my children into you.”

you turn your head toward him, crimson eyes dark as spilled blood.

“yes, please, sukuna. fill me up! i want all of your cum—nghhh.” your voice breaks when sukuna drives into you even more eagerly. he releases his grip on your hair, forcing you to brace yourself against the bed once more. your breasts press into the mattress, and the room seems to shrink around you when those same fingers find your clit once again.

god, how could he be so good at this?

“but you still haven’t come again. and if you don’t come, i’m not filling you up, princess.” he lingers on the last word. the new nickname sends uneven tremors through you.

no, it wasn’t the nickname. you’re coming again.

this time, your release spills over him, soaking his cock completely. sukuna laughs, and the sound is so deep you feel it in your bones.

“good girl.”

oh, how he loves ruining you for anyone but himself.

a few more thrusts, and he comes too. his cock pulses as he fills you, warmth spilling deep inside you and coating every inch of you.

sukuna is loud when he comes, and you like that. even after he’s finished, he keeps moving against you, pushing every last drop deeper.

“you’re going to take it all.” that’s what he says.

and you do, because you were made for this. sukuna knows it too.

your legs finally give out beneath you, and you sink onto the bed. one last moan slips from your lips when he pulls out, only to turn you over and capture your mouth with his.

you feel his cock twitch against your thigh, but it doesn’t surprise you. that man seemed endless. insatiable when it came to having you and filling you.

even so, sukuna kisses you for a long moment before lying down beside you. he pulls you into his arms and runs his fingers through your hair.

you’re a mess, sticky and spent, but you don’t complain. later, his tongue will take care of that before he ends up devouring you all over again.

god knows you can handle everything he has — and more — to give you

first work posted here! i’m a little nervous, and i should warn you that i haven’t had the chance to properly revise this draft yet. but i’ve been obsessed with sukuna lately, and ever since i saw that fanart of him on twitter, i’ve been feeling a little insane. jokes aside, i hope you enjoy it! feel free to follow for more, and welcome ♡

© arkhiver — 2026. do not copy, translate, repost, or feed my works to ai.

[mrsblaileen]

heian sukuna would love a fat wife. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist

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he reveres each roll, each plump curve as a sign of wealth and prosperity. he’s not materialistic, nor is he one to care for societies opinions in the slightest, but he’s also not blind to the way people stare, and the way that they talk. if nothing else, he’s prideful - and that pride filters down to his wife, for is she not an extension of him? irrevocably his in the same way the fresh buds blooming in the garden are, etched in his image like the gilded halls of his temple. belonging to him as innately as each of his muscled limbs do.

he hears the servants chatter; look how well fed the kings darling pet is, how cared for and doted on she must be. their eyes follow you as you walk, delicate and barefooted, draped in the finest silks and jewels. freshly bathed and painted in a healthy flush, with your skin oiled and glowing as you lounge and eat freshly picked fruits from the garden. you eat with fervour, with pleasure, letting the sweet juice coat your fingers, slip in glistening dribbles down your chin and past the dip of your throat until he prowls across the garden and licks you clean, one great hand planted firmly over the swell of your belly.

he keeps you that way, pampered and plump and fertile. well fed and well bred always.

[mbrickswrites]

If you're enjoying a fic, for the love of god, LET THE WRITER KNOW. Especially in this fanfic recession. Why would writers continue to share their work if nobody is interacting with it? They will write them either way, but they will not continue to share them for you to enjoy if you are not making yourself known.

[zunibugsiren]

Just so y’all know I AM A BLACK WOMAN! BLACK! I’m over here seeing so called BLACK authors cosplay as black and I’m so scared omfg why?!!!PEOPLE ARE SO WEIRD😭

[mamipeachy]

i feel like leon kennedy would just love just watching you be a woman. he has no complaints just sitting and watching all the girly little things you do.

watching that cute little smile you do when you apply blush to your kissable cheeks, he’s obsessed.

seeing you steal another one of his shirts because it has his smell on it. he acts like it bothers him. but, you and him both know he doesn't actually give a damn. if anything, he secretly beams when he can smell himself all over you.

when it’s date night and he’s watching you take down your hair curlers and put on your lip combo for the evening, he’s absolutely mesmerized.

and his absolute favorite, when you take your everything shower every sunday. your face is glowy from all your skincare products. your skin is soft and radiant from your intense exfoliation and you slather yourself in that body butter that the likes. your hair is smooth and smelling heavenly. then to top it all off, the cute, pink little nightie you put on when you're all done.

you look like an absloute goddess and his sweats are suddenly feeling incredibly tight when you step out of the bathroom.

looks and beauty rituals aside, you're just so warm and gentle with him as well. nothing motivates him to get home faster than knowing you're gonna wrap him in your arms and shower him with love as soon as you see him.

leon appreciates the strength you show for him when he's feeling weak and everything is just becoming too much for him. mission after mission. hours of paperwork that he can't bring himself to complete just yet. having to be miles away from you some nights which leads to no sleep. having to face literal nightmares for a living and carry on each day gets to be a lot. sometimes leon stretches himself too thin some days. always in his nature to want to help.

but, he can find comfort in you always. you're his safe space just as much as he is yours. you nurture the life in him with your empathy and care. and it's not hard because he brings it out of you.

leon never gets tired of watching you embrace your sensuality. how passionate you are about life. standing by admiring your how you balance your fierce attitude and softness with such grace. all the little qualities and traits that make you who you are. that all combine to manifest as the woman that he loves most.

leon just loves your femininity. leon just loves you.

hope you enjoyed, muah!💋

feedback always appreciated!

[ethernalium]

Resident Evil 4 (2023)

[mamipeachy]

i just love sukuna fanart when he's drawn a little chubby. especially true form sukuna

like please put some body fat on that man he's supposed to be big!!!

[v4mpyyb4tzz]

hihihii pls write a masochist sukuna fic, i cant find one anywhere💔

HeianEraHusband!Kuna is a masochist!!

Genuinely i want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this request bc like he lowk is a masochist already he LOVES to be challenged, so this was a blast to write. I hope you enjoy! 1.6k words

MASTERLIST Fem!reader

"Foolish man."

The words leave your lips with chilling coldness. The messenger from the northern provinces brought exactly the news you'd warned against.

"Didn't I tell you not to withdraw troops just yet? Your incompetence is unfathomable."

Silence falls like a drawn blade. The King of Curses is a volatile man. Like a wildfire, uncontrollable in his destruction. Feared. Worshipped. Dreaded.

"I mean truly unfathomable. Not a single soul would think that wise. Yet here you stand, a paragon of idiocy."

Despite the obvious provocation, Sukuna just sits there looking down at the very angry woman before him. Eyebrows raised and head tilted in consideration.

"Ridiculous. Just ridiculous. How are you so venerated and yet so dim? Shall we all go to the altar with our sacrifices? Praise you and your stupidity?"

"Woman."

His voice is a deep rumbling tone, echoing across the room. A voice of power. However, the smirk on his face and the playful glint in his eyes suggest otherwise.

"Silence. I'm not done with you yet. I'm very serious about this. Who helped you get to this point with her wise counsel? After all these years, you still don't listen to her."

"Woman."

A pause. A moment of deliberation. Agree with her and appease the woman he cherishes so dearly. Or provoke her more and enjoy the inevitable consequences.

"Stop your whining."

The hit is hard and unhurried, almost casual in delivery. A loud, deafening crack. Palm to cheek. There's a noise, a split second whimper of pleasure. It's followed by a wide grin and the bearing of pearly white fangs.

"Is that all?"

A flash of black fabric. Skin flushed crimson under your harsh touch. His chest heaves with anticipation, the expression of twisted satisfaction carving across his features.

"Get out."

You don't need to turn around for the court to get the message. None of them want to witness whatever sick and depraved thing happens next. Footsteps echo as the court scramble for the doors.

Sukuna rises. His hulking form designed to intimidate has never quite had that effect on you.

He gestures for you to take his seat with an exaggerated sweep of his hand.

"My lady."

"Shut up and kneel."

And that he does, without argument. His entire body practically vibrates with joy as he looks up at you from his position beneath you on the dais. Almighty Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses. Prostrating himself before you.

"You are truly pathetic. All this fuss, and yet here you kneel."

He twitches, hips adjusting to hide his growing arousal.

"Vile creature. You enjoy this, don't you?"

"Perhaps."

One leg rises, your foot pressing against his chest, sliding down the groove of his abdomen to his stomach mouth. There, the greedily waiting tongue flicks out to meet your ankle. Damp and insistent.

"Disgusting. Control yourself."

"I don't control it, woman."

"You're just useless, aren't you?" A sharp kick lands on his second mouth. "Utterly useless."

He clutches his waist instinctively, letting out a low, rasping groan. His maw coils inwards, closing itself up and his face twists. You can't help but think he looks best like this.

"Again," he grumbles, staring up defiantly.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you, dearest."

"Again. Do it again."

"Very well then. If you insist."

Leaning over, you grip onto his salmon hair. Sukuna jolts at the sudden tug, letting out a strained whimper.

"Take your clothes off. Shameless thing."

Quite literally, he rips them off, leaving a pile of heavy fabric limp on the floor. Clothing is a trivial concept to your husband. That smug, satisfied grin paints itself across his face once more.

"So eager. Come here."

He steps close, now towering over your seated form. His tan skin is glistening with sweat. Heat radiates from him, searing with excitement.

One manicured hand traces over his collarbone. Fingers drifting lazily to his adam's apple, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows. A gentle grip around his neck turns into something firm, pressing down.

Black claws dig into his palms as he gasps lightly, chasing air.

You've never seen your husband breathless in battle, but under your hand is a different matter. That sickening smile contorts as he struggles to breathe. His cocks, standing tall, leak pearly white beads of precome.

"You really are depraved."

"Wife. You are the one who does this to me."

"I suppose I am."

Sukuna lets out a choked whine as your finger presses against his slit, nail dragging against the swollen flesh. His second cock receives no attention, left twitching and aching.

You pull your hand up to your mouth, spitting to lubricate your palm. His dark eyes dilate, lips parted.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes. Do it."

"Do what?"

"Touch me. Please."

"Good boy."

"Don't call me that. I'm starting to think you're the pervert in this relationship."

"You're only now realising this? You might be more stupid than I thought."

"Shut-"

He is cut off by a sharp inhale as your fist wraps itself around his throbbing cock. Lazily, you begin to pump with agonising slowness, rubbing saliva along his prominent veins. The torturous massage leaves him frustrated, hips rocking upwards to chase more of that addictive friction.

A singular nail, filed into a dangerous point, deliberately scrapes against the underside of his cock, leaving a trail of burning crimson. Sukuna throws his head back in a high pitched whine of ecstasy.

His entire body coils, skin stretching over tense muscle. Hips rut erratically, meeting the soft warmth of your demanding grip. The man before you is starved, jolting and letting out pained noises every time you push a finger hard into his cock.

"What? Woman, why did you stop?"

A mess of cloudy precome and spit is smeared onto his chest, leaving a trail of fluid. Proof of his pleasure. A waiting hand hovers in front of his face.

"Lick it off."

Like a wildcat, his tongue is coarse and rough. He dips into the contours of your knuckles, rising and falling over each ridge. It swirls around each finger with a pathetic reverence, lapping at the bitter liquid.

"You finally listen to me now."

His mouth pulls off with a final sucking motion. Twin cocks are still sobbing for release.

"I suppose we should fix your little problem."

At the sound of your permission, his sturdy body scrambles forward to hoist heavy silk up your legs, giving him access. On the edge of the throne, your hips lift slightly, allowing him to position one of his expecting cocks at your entrance.

Cruel and knowing, you grin.

"Go on then. I don't have all day."

His body rises to meet yours, angled perfectly to chase the sweet sensation he craves. Sinking into your warmth after your cruel torment is a bountiful reward.

Nails rake across his shoulders, cutting territorial scratches into his muscular back as he groans raggedly.

"Do you see? This is what you do best, existing under my control."

"Harder. Please."

"Pitiful man."

Wide hands crush into the cold granite, serving you with every barely restrained thrust. He leans up, asking for your lips.

Mouths collide, tongues fighting for dominance in a passionate frenzy. A hard bite to his lip elicits a lewd moan into your mouth. Metallic fervour crashing between you.

He grinds harder, second pair of arms manoeuvring your legs to rest at his side. Friction pools in your core, pressure building catastrophically.

His mouth lifts away from yours, shifting to growl in your ear.

"Woman. I need it."

"Need what dearest?" You lilt.

"You...you know what."

A sharp yank of his hair undoes him. Hips stutter as he surrenders to the intense climax, relishing in the pain. His upper cock pulses inside you, the second leaking white fluid onto the throne beneath you. He continues his thrusts, licking a stripe up your slightly exposed neck, mind shattering under the agony of your control.

"Keep going. I'm not done yet idio-"

At that command, his pace increases, desperate for you to fall apart beneath him. Every pump feels worshipful, head burying in your neck. The behemoth before you inhales deeply, chasing your pleasure.

One hand slips from supporting your leg to between your thighs, rolling over your clit. His eyes dilate, watching you struggle to maintain your usual composure at his skilful touch.

Damp liquid gathers where you meet. Electric desire crackles in every gap, filling you with overwhelming pleasure. Body tightening and clenching around him, you let out delighted gasps. Fingers claw harder into his back, drawing dots of sticky blood.

You fall limp into his waiting arms. Stillness settles over the room, leaving only the sounds of gentle panting. Still buried deep inside you.

Tender caresses trace over his back, dancing along the sore marks.

"Oh you poor thing. I scratched quite hard."

A grunt of pleased acknowledgement.

"Let me have a proper look at you."

You pull away, holding his face in your hand. A few drops of sweat bead on his skin, brushed away lovingly.

"I put you through it today didn't I? You look positively exhausted."

"Not my fault you're crazy, woman."

"You were the one begging for it. Literally ripped your clothes off."

A light airy giggle leaves your lips.

"Now what do you plan to wear? Surely you are not going to leave the room like this?"

"I don't see a problem with it," He grumbles, pulling out with a slick sound.

Reaching into the pocket of your kimono, you pull out a handkerchief and hand it to him.

"This tiny piece of fabric is supposed to cover me up?"

"No idiot. It's to wipe the absolute mess you've made. You are so dim sometimes it baffles me."

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[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[trinidemgyal-deactivated2026051]

[angel-of-the-lorde]

how it feels to enjoy multiple contradictory headcanons for a character

[wesandresons]

shia labeouf DIE. brad pitt DIE. chris brown DIE. johnny depp DIE. cristiano ronaldo DIE. conor mcgregor DIE. die die die die die die die DIE. every single abuser DIE. if you support them DIE TWICE!

[tuckedinbugw]

Nothing like holding my love

[thepinkernet]

betsey johnson s/s 2005 collection 🎀

[mamipeachy]

so does anyone get their best ideas at work and then when you go home to write your brain is empty or

[mamipeachy]

cooking up a stalker!geto fic at my desk 🤭

[mamipeachy]

so does anyone get their best ideas at work and then when you go home to write your brain is empty or