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vira ❀ swedish ❀ young adult ❀ she/her

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current hyper-fixations: Trueform Sukuna, Komano Manato, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Varka, Wriothesley.

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jake sully - cod - genshin

jujutsu kaisen - miguel

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love n deepspace - zenless zone zero

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# disclaimers : ⋆ My blog contains mainly nsfw (18+) content, so minors beware. I bear no responsibility for the media you choose to consume. the name i have stated is not my real name, and i choose not to give out my exact age due to irls finding my acc!

He has no use for such fleshy, feeble emotions because he cares for no one. Sukuna's heart wasn’t made to love, to hold another being within. It was made to keep his body up and alive. So when you slithered your way inside the hollow of his chest, those old, dilapidated walls hadn’t been fast enough to stop you, no, you had settled gently on the stone floors adorning his heart and hadn’t budged an inch since. That was until the day you took your final breath in the quiet cradle of his four arms.

A sudden spike in demonstrations and protests in the kingdom had sent many armed civilians to Sukunas doorstep, on the hunt for the one thing they knew for certain was going to hit his weak spot, his defect. You, oh sweet you, weren’t that hard to find, seeing as you spent most of your time lounging in the parlour awaiting Sukunas return. The same routine every day. You were so loyal, he should’ve taken advantage of that more, used it while he still could. Thoughts such as those held a steady assault on his mind as you lay in a heap in his lap, staining his most expensive silks and fabrics a deep, murky crimson. 

It was laughable, really. Here he was, big and brooding body on the cold spring grass of his manor, surrounded by the remnants of invaders, with something so stupidly precious in his hold. No, Sukuna doesn’t grieve. He cares for no one, and the Sukuna that once did had been a shortsighted fool. 

You were buried out by the gardens, wrapped in white linen. Your grave remained without stone, an absence of any marking to show that the woman that once shared his sheets, stole pieces of food from his plates, slept under his coats and whose skin had tasted his lips time and time again, rested there. 

During your short time with Sukuna, you had managed– against all odds, because Sukuna could not care less for flowers, and believed them to be a waste of space– to have a big field of poppies planted right outside the manors north side, facing the window to your quarters. Now, as July approached, the time had come for said poppies to stretch their wings for the first time. Blotches of red painted the green, taunting him with the color of that which had stained his hands for days, that had dripped from your still form onto the blades of grass. 

HOW R U POOKIE!!!

im doing good, im trying to get out of my writing slump but its going to shit and im going to watch avatar 3 as SOON AS IT COMES OUT ARGHHHH

MAAAAAAAAAX MY MAX HOW ARE YOU SUGARPLUM??

The steady creak of the king size bed is the only sound to be heard from within the emperors chambers. Save for the frustrated breaths and groans of the aggravated, pink haired monster of a man. Sukuna had made you mad, annoyed you beyond belief earlier this morning, and the steady simmer of your irritation had yet to calm down. 

As the lawfully wedded wife of the most sinister, unholy ruler the region had ever seen, you had three main obligations. Love him, serve him, and give him an heir. Now, obviously, with your wild temperament and strong opinions, Sukuna had known you wouldn’t be an easy nut to crack. He had long since given up on the idea of making you subject to him. 

He had made the grave mistake of reminding you– his dearest, stubborn wife who had a reputation of being incredibly obstinate, iron willed at times– that the deadline for the “production of an heir” was approaching. That was a grave mistake, a very terrible blunder on his part. 

“Production of an heir? What kind of crap is that! A child is born from love and is made when a child is made!” You completely lost it in the midst of breakfast, waving your hands and gesturing furiously from across the table at the ridiculous, witless man in front of you. The rest of the day you had spent in a similar manner, and he had to face the cold shoulder presented to him. If you were any other woman, Sukuna would have severed your pretty little head from your shoulders immediately, and yet here you were, alive and kicking. Kicking furiously. 

But, you still had duties to attend to, one of those being the silly, stupid production of an heir. And so to the bed you retreated when your husband finally came home from the slaughter of yet another village. Typically, when he came home with his clothing drenched in blood, he’d always hear you mutter a grumpy little “You reek of blood.” as you lounged in the bed of expensive linen and silky pillows, but not tonight. 

The pillows were warm, uncomfortable against Sukuna's forearms as he breathed against the nape of your neck. You had yet to make a single noise, his ego was hurting. How could you, his wife, completely ignore his cock ploughing into you? Even as his two lower arms collected your wrists and your hair, you made no audible sign of enjoyment. 

“C’mon sweetheart.. ‘said i was sorry already, hm?” he tries, hot breath against the back of your neck, lips inching down to ghost over the raised skin. But still, you don't budge, keeping your face turned away even as little puffs of air escape your mouth. He frowned, clicking his tongue before two of his large, rough hands grabbed your shoulders, turning you around. 

“Y’think it’s funny?” he grunts, pink hair a mess on his head as he grabbed at the plush of your thighs, hoisting your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, “Ignoring me after i’ve been away all fucking day, huh? Think you can last?” and there is that annoying smirk plastered on his lips, he knows you’re not gonna be able to hold out much longer. And he’s so stupidly right. As soon as you open your mouth to tell him off, he’s on you, lips crashing into yours as he pushes your legs toward your chest as far as they’ll go. He doesn’t pull away, sliding back into that familiarly warm heat with a ragged exhale against your lips. “Theeere we go,” he hums “now she’s acceptin’ me,” he grins, sharp teeth glinting in the light from the windows. 

He’s got you in the meanest mating press, all four eyes staring down at you as he all but rams into you. Your muscles burn at the mean angle he’s got you folded in, heavy hips meeting your ass each time his thick tip bumps into that gummy spot inside you, making it damn hard to ignore him. You attempt to hide your face behind your hands, only for two of  his much larger ones to enclose them, pinning them by your sides. 

“Talk t’me sweetheart, watcha want?” Sukuna whispers, almost tauntingly as he sees you struggling against the pleasure,. “Wan’me to apologise again?” he purrs, leaning in to place a few kisses to your heated neck, “‘m sorry, yeah? Jus’ relax f’me, let me take care of you.” and that’s all it takes for the last of your resolve to crumble, lips parting to finally let out those angelic, soft whines and moans he’s been so unfairly deprived of. He drinks them up, grin growing wider again as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and wrists, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. 

“Mm, theeere she is.”

I MISS U TOO idk where ive been or where i am