𓂃✍︎ Hello, i'm the owner of this blog. You can call me lemon or sky, i'm in my early twenties. s/her. A certified monsterfuckerlover. Quite an introvert and almost don't post anything, only reblogs and left comments. English is not my first language so i apologize for any incorrect grammar and misunderstanding that possibly will happen because of it.
𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜
⋆𓆗° General Warning, i reblog NSFW stuff. Put your age somewhere on your account and decorate it so i won't mistake you for bot. Israel sympathizer instant block i'm sick of y'all, don't even joke about that country to me. There's yandere contents that i consume, it's pretty light but i just want to put it out there just in case if that's something you don't want to see.
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𓇢𓆸 Trivial things about me : Lily used to be my favorite flower, now it's forget-me-nots. When i was still a little kid i have zero tolerance of any spicy food, but now i can't enjoy my meal if it's not spicy. Although, when it comes to dessert i would devour the sweetest snacks i could find. I love music so much and use my earphones a lot, because of that my earphones broke all the time and i need to buy a new one every few months.
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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ˋ Current hyperfixation : Jujutsu Kaisen. Slay The Princess. Subnautica. God of War. Kingdom of Marionettes. Avatar: The Last Airbender. AO3 Site Skins.
your husband, the king of curses, ryomen sukuna, discover blindboxes
"i shall go over what you explained." your husband, the king of curses, sitting on his throne, exasperatedly sighed, his ruby-like eyes piercing yours with a look that spoke million — incredulous.
pointing to the box you held in your hand like a treasure, an excited look on your features he adored so much, and could never say no to.
"this, is a box containing a frivolous item you would like to possess, without the knowledge of what it contains."
"yes, kuna : it is a blind box."
"again-" he sighed, unamused, "it shall not be named blind, for i can see it clearly."
a soft laugh escaped your lips as you lightly shook the box. "yes kuna, but again, you can't see what's inside. hence the use of the word "blind", dummy."
he raised an eyebrow at your latest declaration. clearly you need to be taught a lesson, but this was a matter he'd be more than happy to attend to later. now, there was a challenge to be conquered.
"i am the king of curses, i make everything bend to my will. clearly, i can see through the box, and there shall contain what i will."
you walked towards him and settled yourself on his lap, his much bigger body naturally responding to yours as his arms wrapped around you, his hand holding the box over yours, its warmth bringing a smile to your face.
"okay then" you cooed with amusement. "which one would you like?" you asked, flipping the box to the side so he could see the options on the box.
"mmh-"he looked at the box and the "labubus" option, clearly not wanting to pronounce such a ridiculous, ludicrous word that he obviously criticized when you got back from your shopping spree in the first place.
though one seemed to catch his eye. "i suppose the red one has quite a satisfying color, contrasting with its pathetic, ugly face."
after explaining how to open the box the correct way, since he wanted to rip it off, he begrudgingly executed and was left with the plastic bag in hand.
"pay attention woman. i, the king of curses, command it to be red. and it will be red."
he tore the bag open and got the labubu out of the bag.
it was blue.
a very, light blue.
you held your laughter in as you felt your lover tensing up.
"pathetic little thing." he scoffed, though his tone appeared a tad whiny.
your hand gently stroke his cheek to bring him comfort, for which he leaned into your touch.
turning his head towards your palm, mumbling, his lips talking in your loving skin. "i am the king of curses. i wanted the red one."
❀ Ryomen Sukuna lets his wife show him her new clothes
Whenever you, Ryomen Sukuna’s wife, returned from a long shopping day with your friends, he’d be lounging on his throne, oozing casual arrogance and dominance as his terrifying presence filled the large hall. His legs would be spread, a line of guards on either side of the long, ancient carpet leading to his seat. The doors would push open; a sweet humming sound cutting through the intimidating silence as you merrily walked up to where he was sat, carefree and fearless as if you weren’t approaching the King of Curses himself.
Multiple shopping bags would be dropped in front of his throne, filled with clothes and new accessories. You lean forward, resting a hand on his thigh as you crane your neck down and press a firm kiss against his lips; the least you could do since it was his card that you used. “I missed youuu,” you sing happily, peppering a few more kisses on his cheeks as he grumbles yet doesn’t move away.
“Stop pestering me and show me what useless things you spent my money on.” His gaze travelled down to the heaps of bags by his feet, falling atop one another with fabric spilling over the sides.
“Okay, let me go changed and I’ll do the big reveal.” With one final peck to his lips, you took one bag and exited the large hall with it, leaving the room in a blanketed silence.
Ryomen Sukuna remained perched on his throne for the next hour as you came out in new dresses, skirts, trousers, tops, bikinis.
“Does the colour suit me? I don’t wear it often,” you question as you walk down the thick carpet towards your husband, a deep purple dress hugging your curves and trailing along behind you on the floor.
Sukuna adjusts himself in his throne, legs spreading wider as you walk up the few steps to his seat, letting his hands roam over your hips and thighs. “You’re heavenly, my wife. Do a spin for me.”
You do as he asks, letting the material blow up around your feet as the wind catches it in your twirl. “I have another one I bought.”
“I don’t doubt you do,” he hummed, lightly tugging on the material and smoothing it out. “Go and show me.”
Five minutes later, you were walking out of the side hall doors again, the carpet your runway as you approached the King on his mighty throne. A deep red dress clung to your body, the material barley covering your ass as you strutted towards him, giving him a twirl as you stood in between his legs.
“You like?” You flashed him a teasing smile.
He didn’t respond, his eyes drinking you up before he reached out, grabbing ahold of your wrist and tugging you down onto his lap, ignoring your squeal of surprise as he pulled your head closer to his. Your noses brushed, and you arched into him as he gripped your hips.
“You’re always tempting me, woman,” he growled lowly. Red eyes pierced into your soul as you giggled innocently and placed a faint kiss against the corner of his mouth. In response, his grip tightened, the material of your dress scrunching up in his fists.
“Careful, ‘Kuna,” you mumble. “You’ll crease the dress. I don’t want to iron it after wearing it once.”
“We have servants for that, wife. How many times do I have to remind you?”
You tip your head so it rests against his. “And how many times have I told you to stop being so lazy?”
His upper lip pushes into a scowl, and he leans down to nip at your neck. “Watch who you’re talking to, mortal.”
You laugh, arms wrapping around his neck as you lean down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. “You’re all bark, no bite,” you mumble against his mouth.
Your husband has had a throne made. It wouldn't be a problem if it weren't made out of the bones of his slain enemies that barely even looked like a throne. It's more like a pile he rests his ass on. It's truly a monstrosity- not even remotely pleasing to the eye. Not even if you squint and tilt your head a little.
He grunts beside you, all four arms crossed and a smug look of pride all over his face. "It's intimidating."
"It's tacky."
"It is not."
"It definitely is. Its ghastly. Did you even clean the bones?"
"I ate the flesh off them."
Silence follows. You turn and look at him with a expression so full of pure and utter revulsion that he almost feels embarrassed. Almost.
"Don't look at me like that, woman!"
To your displeasure, nothing you say in the days following changes his mind. His monstrosity stays, and you're left with your unchanging disapproval and an offense to interior design existing in your living space.
Imagine your horror when you learn he takes the damn thing all the way to his place in that poor boy Yuji's subconscious hundreds of years later.
Click here for the post with the original skin, with more general info and screenshots. All skins below are based on that one and only the colors are different.
Left to right, top to bottom. Full CSS in the links.
Pistachio on purple
Ice on bubblegum
Blush on amber
Sky on moss
Celadon on cornflower
Tangerine on purple
Apricot on olive
Honeydew on flamingo
Petal on cornflower
Rose on violet
Melon on jade
Champagne on slate
Some color combinations are a bit weird, it's mainly because I'm a weird bitch with weird taste 👍
Pastel Witchcore AO3 Site Skin: Evanescent Arcana (SemiGIF)
A '(Guest)' pfp
⟡ ☾⚝☽ ⟡ Disclaimers : I don't take request. I made this skin with only my smartphone so the appearance is best for that device. I used this tag icons(custom). Dividers & pngs by @/rmztitanics @/uzmacchiato and @/saradika-graphics. The pixel art that i used as my ao3 account profile in the screenshots are by @satolune.
⊹ 𓆣 ࣪ ˖ So i was watching a YouTube video of Syd Mac building a themed house in The Sims 4 and in there i discovered the existence of Summerween! So it push me to make an AO3 Skin with Halloween-ish theme. I've been wanting to make a purple skin too, although before this i wanted to make a dark purple witchy skin for Halloween on October but this is better imo🧙🏼♀️ I have a little tradition that every Halloween i would watch Coraline at least once, this Summerween discovery give me an alibi to finally bought the Coraline novel asdfghjkl it's on the way rn I'm so excited!
my ao3 skins masterlist
Tutorial how to activate the skin + the code :
Copy the code i provided in this GitHub, there is a copy button at the top right(•••) of the code box. And here if you prefer Google doc.
Sign to your AO3 account, after that go to "Dashboard".
On your "Dashboard", tap on a section called "Skins".
On the "Skins" page, tap on the button labelled "Create Site Skin".
Give your site skin a unique title, i usually use 2-4 word for the skins that i saved. IF YOUR SKIN NAME IS NOT UNIQUE, YOU CAN'T SAVE THE SKIN.
Paste the codes you copied from my GitHub into the "CSS" box.
When you're done, scroll to the bottom of the page and click a button labelled "Submit". This will save your site skin and take you to a new page where you can see the title of your skin as well as all of the code.
Click "My Site Skin" and you can see the skin are added, press "Use" to activate it.
hii,, im so desperate for more dark mode themes!!! can i put in a request for a dark mode piano theme and/or a dark mode theme like the dove one you just made? 👀👀 it’s so cute but i cannot take the brightness 💔
Here you go anon! Tried to make a piano theme but it just didnt end up working so heres the dark mode of my dove one :)
Cozy Crows Ao3 Site Skin
Light mode: Dreamy Doves
Find the CSS here: Github | Docs
Ao3 icons are made by zerafanficss (i just put a filter on them)
Mobile View:
Guest pfp:
Lmk of any issues or anything you want tweaked ! <3
In which you test your Sephora lipstick haul on Sukuna because you're (slightly) colorblind (slightly suggestive, fluff, crack)
Impromptu buying 6 lipstick shades just because they were on sale wasn't a great idea. But what else could you do? Sukuna loved when you wore red. So much so, that it made him go quiet and watchful across any room you were in, plotting ways to have your mouth on him later that night. And with the store out of testers, you decided to take the plunge and test them at home instead.
The problem? You were slightly colorblind. Protanomaly made reds look darker, almost green. The subtle differences between shades weren't noticeable on your lips, especially testing them one by one instead of swatching them all at once. You wanted a blank canvas, and you couldn't risk smudging your fresh spray tan on your wrist either.
The only "logical" solution? Testing them on your husband.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you tell the difference between these reds?"
"No. That's like asking me to guess between a yam and a sweet potato."
"They're different?"
"Exactly."
"And here I thought it was because I was colorblind."
"Nope. They all look the same, wife."
"Ugh. Just come here." You motioned him over, lying back on the carpet, splayed out with your shopping bag beside you.
He walked over slowly, unhurried, like he already knew you'd wait. Stopped in front of you, arms crossed. Very serious. As though you'd summoned him for a scolding instead of lip swatches.
"Ugh. What a diva."
You grabbed his wrist and yanked him down. He let you – he always let you, even when he pretended otherwise, and folded himself against the coffee table, close enough that his knee pressed into your thigh.
"Put it on."
"Are you crazy?"
"How else am I supposed to swatch the shades? Or give me your wrist."
"Hell no. I have errands to run in an hour. Not doing that."
"Does that hurt your masculinity, husband?"
"I'm wearing Hello Kitty pajamas right now, so no. I just don't want random red streaks on my mouth and hands looking like I got into a cat fight."
"Fine. Then be useful and describe the shades as I try them."
"Okay." Said like he wasn't interested, though his eyes hadn't left your mouth since you cracked the first cap open. He wasn't colorblind, he just had never once in his life needed the vocabulary to talk about depth and undertone in a color. He was learning fast.
You picked up the first lipstick and painted it on slowly, watching him watch you do it. "Dark red or medium red?"
He leaned in, way closer than the question required, studying your lips like he'd been starving. "Darker. Like a rose."
"Good description." You set the lipstick down. "I need your face too."
"What? Why?"
"Shut up." You gripped his jaw and kissed his cheek, deliberate, lingering half a second too long. Felt the muscle under your fingers go stiff.
His skin was suddenly way too warm. "Woman. I told you."
"Don't care." You stuck your tongue out, entirely too pleased with your antics.
You wiped off the shade, applying a new one across your lips, slower this time, making a show of it. "This one?" You pouted.
His jaw ticked. "Bright. Neon."
"Good boy." Another kiss, closer to his mouth this time, close enough to feel his breath.
And another. And another, until his whole face was marked up in red, and he'd gone very still and very quiet the way he only did when he was working hard to stay in control of himself.
"So… which one did you like best?"
He finally looked at you properly, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping low. "The one that matches my eyes. The crimson. Numero 3."
"Noted." You patted his cheek, all business. "Now off you go for errands."
He didn't move. Just watched you, something dark settling behind his stare as he smirked.
"What?"
"I think you need to learn a lesson."
"For what?"
"For using me as a fucking tester." He caught your wrist before you could pull away, thumb dragging slow over your pulse point.
"Sure. I'm not scared of your threats."
"Oh, you will be." He pulled you into his lap like it cost him nothing. "Not after I've worked over your other lips until you're screaming my name."
a/n: do i need to touch grass? yes. will i continue to write soft sukuna until eternity? also yes. "that's not who he is" shush. it's all fiction, baby girl - let live.
Have you DREAMED of reading your fanfic and wearing your Vialist pride on your sleeve (please don't)? Look no further!
I was wondering how a skin themed after DMAORG would be like (. dark mode included) so I tinkered with the CSS of this lovely code here to make it happen! Following graphics like the logo were sourced from the boys' work and reconstructed together by me :)
Please let me know for any tips! I may make two other variants based off of the Banditos and the Rebellion :)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Here's a scrollthrough of the site's homepage and a feature with Clifford and Jason!!!
One last warning: This skin is not mobile friendly. Doesn't mean you can't stop trying, but things will look weird.
I hope someone likes it and puts it to use! I put a lot of effort into it, but since this is my first time working with CSS code, it’s a bit disorganized; there may also be parts that conflict with each other or simply aren't needed.
Docs
well, enjoy!
I might be able to make a version for PC or tablet if someone asks!
:((((((((( , hmmmmm, how would dabura react if the reader compliments his tattoos by tracing them and, like, mid kiss them too . (I think he would be a little emotional but acting tough and nonchalant type)
Okay so this turned into a drabble haha ❤️ A sprinkle of what I think Dabura's backstory is too 🫠
A wife was the last thing Dabura had expected to find when he left Simuria to help the Rumelians find their neighbours. It turns out, a political marriage between him and a human woman was all it took for coexistence. No conflict, no invasion. That's it.
It was the most peaceful solution, he supposed.
Dabura wasn't used to you.
He wasn't used to your softness, your smiles and the way you stood close to him. The way you took his large hand in yours and squeeze it. The way you kissed him for the first time one night that escalated into something more.
He wasn't used to it.
Even now as the two of you were in bed. You were on his lap with your soft hands resting against his chest. Lips moving slowly against his own.
Your hands trailed up to his neck, fingertips slowly brushing against the markings there. His skin was rough and uneven in places where he had them.
They were the mark of the warrior. A Deskuntian warrior.
He still remembered when he had got them. The sharp, seering pain he had to endure as they marked his body while he felt like his flesh would tear apart when they stretched out his ears in a painstakingly slow process.
All the while he sat there and stayed calm. All eyes of the elders had been on him. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't dare to show pain.
The mark of a true warrior. You are the pride of the Deskunte.
"They're beautiful." You whispered, pulling him out of his thoughts. He blinked, feeling your hands move from his neck to his shoulders.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." You smiled shyly and leaned in to press a kiss on his neck, on his markings. He swallowed.
"Is this okay...?" You asked softly, trailing your hands down his biceps and kissing his neck again.
"...Yes."
You lifted your face up and grinned at him, eyes shining with something that made it entirely impossible for Dabura to keep his exterior up.
No... He wasn't used to you at all. The small human woman who holds more affection in her heart than his tribe's thirst to conquer.
the broom within your hands stills its sweeping movements. Sheepishly turning your head slightly, the sight of a familiar maw etched on a well-defined torso meets your eyes first- expressing its displeasure at your current activity by forming a slight frown, the lips of his stomach’s mouth curved downwards. Then, tilting your head further back, you see the clear displeasure written on the owner of the maw’s face.
Two pairs of eyes are directed to the prominent (and extremely heavy) swell on your stomach, eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. His upper pair of arms are crossed, lower limbs propped on his hips. A low mutter of a growl is heard escaping from his throat, further emphasising the offence you have just committed by merely standing on your feet.
“…Good morning, my lord.” You feign innocence by proceeding to continue sweeping the temples floor.
…
“Give.” Sukuna grumbles whilst snatching the broom from your hands when you try to resume your languid action. Resting the broom upon one of the many pillars of the temple, one of the pair of arms come to hoist you up so easily, his calloused and roughened hands dangerously careful around the swell.
You’re about to express your complaints, only to be silenced when he shoots you with an even more grumpier look then before.
“..I did not do anything wrong-”
“You dare defy my commands? My word is law in this temple.”
“My lord, I have swept the floor for only two minutes.”
“Woman. You will bear my offspring soon. If I see you on your feet again I will chain you to the bed.”
Within a few minutes of carrying his stubborn little wife, the king of curses plops his beloved upon a bed so soft it makes you sigh and tucks her in like a teensy stuffie. He rumbles on about how irritating mortals were and tucks himself inside before begrudgingly pulling you in for ‘necessary human contact’ (cuddles).
sukuna & his freaked out wife / cw: reader herself
“you insist on sitting on my lap rather than your own throne. you’re aware how much that throne costs, yes?”
“mm, yes. quite frankly, i believe it’s not as comfortable as my beloved husbands thighs.”
he grimaces at that, though with no conviction or true repulsion. being here with you always leads to sex or kissing or sharing a snack board so erotically it looks like you’re engaging in some sort of food play.
cue the touching. well, you’re always touching him. he’s just so… how do you put it? beefy, jungle-gym-like, manly, handsome, delicious??? something like that. yeah.
your hand glides across his pec. and now cue the breast comments.
“when will you consider a bra?”
“enough with these comments. they are muscles.”
“i have boobs. boobs have muscles and fat. your boobs have muscles and fat, therefore they’re boobs.”
“us men don’t produce milk.”
“actually, i hear—“
“quiet. i beg of you.”
squeezes and pokes and gropes are thrown upon his “muscles” (again, not the word you’d like to use), but he won’t stop you because you’ll just keep doing it no matter what. he’s grown accustomed to it.
“will you kiss your wife, my lorddd?”
“you do not refer to me as your lord, dear wife.”
“alright, boss man.”
his large palm comes up to his face, running down it like you’re causing him to grow hundreds of grey hairs in seconds (at this rate, you are).
“kiss me if you wish, i suppose.”
your mouth is on him in seconds, but not before that almost perverted, smug smirk is plastered on your lips. you kiss like none other, sukuna thinks. not in the romantic, lovey-dovey way necessarily, but rather he thinks you kiss like you’re examining his mouth.
it’s not that you don’t know how to kiss normally, but it gets boring and you can’t taste all of your husband. rather, swiping your tongue along his, running the tip of yours along his molars, and overall just being as deep as you can in his mouth is way better.
your hand cups his jaw despite the fact that it your dwarfed-in-comparison palm is maybe a fourth of his face, keeping his jaw open for you. the tip of your tongue swipes over his molars, the roof of his mouth, then down to lick his tongue. admittedly, you get carried away often, making your husband have to take a bit of control and guide you back.
he doesn’t mind it sometimes. getting carried away for you could mean you end up dry humping him through the layers of robes until he eventually gets so pent up that he gets to fuck you right against his throne. other times, it means he’s getting a routine oral exam and not with your tongue.
no matter how odd you can be sometimes, he adores it. in all honesty, he knows he’d rather have this than a purely vanilla woman who’s constantly predictable.
Sukuna loved to spoil you, I mean, how could he not? He absolutely adored you, even though he would never admit it.
His favourite thing to buy you was lipstick, all the different shades and colours. He thought you looked beautiful in them all. How could he not buy you every shade in the selection?
Although there was one condition.
You had to test out your newly bought lipsticks on him — his dick, to be exact.
“Come on, gorgeous. Kiss it.” His voice was rough, borderline feral, as he watched you stare up at him. You batted your lashes; the prettiest wine colour coated your plush lips.
Slowly, you leaned in, pressing your puckered lips to the very base of his shaft. The red stuck to his skin and the small hairs that rested there.
Sukuna watched with a grin, pupils dilating as you continued to press kiss after kiss along his length until you reached the tip. His breathing laboured with each kiss, the pressure of your lips on his dick sending shock waves up his spine. “Good girl, you chose the perfect shades.”
Red prints began to coat his dick, slowly losing colour as you went on. Red smeared around your lips and chin as your kisses grew sloppier with each one of Sukuna’s groans.
His hand rested on the back of your head, keeping you close. “Try another shade,” he coaxed, jerking his head down to the small bag next to his feet.
You fumbled with the bag, pulling out a small black tube. “This one’s pink, Ryo. Matches your hair,” you purred, applying the rosy shade to your lips and puckering.
Sukuna grunted, tugging your face closer to his cock, “Show don’t tell, brat.”
The lipstick faded into his blushing dick, blending with the pretty pink of his length. Sukuna’s hand rested on the back of your head, watching with hooded eyes as you continued to pepper his dick with soft kisses.
“Why don’t you get some gloss to match your pretty lipsticks, huh, baby?” He gripped his dick, poking your lips with his weeping tip. You giggled in response, “I still have like three more colours, babe. Give me a few minutes.”
Sukuna groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. “Don’t be a brat. Enough with the teasing already.”
Rolling your eyes, you carefully take hold of his dick, soft fingers running along his length before gripping his base. Sukuna lets out a sound close to a growl, jaw tightening in tandem.
Slowly — painfully so — you begin to move your hand up and down his length, smudging the pretty kiss stains littering his shaft. Sukuna’s abs tighten at the feeling, “Come on, you can do better than that.”
You peer up at him, blinking so innocently it has him twitching beneath your fingertips. Ever so teasingly, you lean down, flattening your tongue against his tip.
The moan he lets out is downright sinful.
As you wrap your lips around his tip, his fingers dig into the back of your head possessively.
Sukuna swiped his finger over your smeared lipstick, relishing in how the colour stuck to your skin.
“Oh shit. Keep going, brat. Going to paint those pretty lips white.”
Cliffhanger because I don’t like writing bj’s and I’m kind of shit at it :P + the entire thing is meant to be the lipstick
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