#pinkish headers

[ch9xhleye]

Hello! I have a request for a header for this pfp? Tysm if you do my request!!

hello! here, i hope it works ♡⁠

thanks for the request!

[uncorkedhead]

They’re wearing the same outfit

[st4arly]

࣪ ‧ ִ ۫✭ 🪷 . ° ࣪.

a p i n k d r e a m .

[ssorenz]

everybody knows that im a good girl officers!

pairing: . ݁₊ ⊹ .: sukuna ryomen n’ toji fushiguro

synopsis : . ݁₊ ⊹ baking gone wrong! (or maybe right in your case?)

contains: sexual content MDNI, spanking, degradation, full nelson position, double penetration, blah blah blaaaah.. wc: im honestly not even sure

header from: . ݁₊ ⊹: lady k and the sick man

a/n :BABE WAKE UP, DSIIRES FINALLY POSTED 🗣️‼️ but all jokes aside, hii loveliess im back 😊!! i decided to finally post something, and since this was sitting in my drafts, why not post it? i do admit the ending is kind of rushed, so please forgive me🙇🏽‍♀️ but i hope you all enjoy, comments and requests are gladly appreciated! <3

sweet, sugary, scents of vanilla and cinnamon danced throughout the air as sunlight streamed in through your lace curtains, casting warm, golden hues upon your kitchen countertops.

baking flour dusted your cheeks as a determined glint shined in your eyes, precisely measuring the ingredients for the cake you were baking. it was your best friends birthday, after all. what better way to surprise her than with a home-baked cake?

once the cake pans were safely in the oven, you let out a sigh of relief. this morning had been dedicated to baking, and you were longing for a moment of relaxation. retrieving your cellphone, you settled onto the couch, letting your mind wander as you scrolled away through the screen to pass the time for a few minutes.

but minutes turned into moments, and the once familiar, sweet aroma began to fade away. a faint whiff of something burning wafted into your nose, snapping you out of your current reverie.

panicked, you rushed to the oven, heart pounding in your chest. smoke billowed from the oven, tendrils curling ominously towards the ceiling.

with a gasp, you yanked open the oven door, greeted by a charred mess where your sweets once stood. panicking, you frantically reached for your phone and dialed the fire department.

standing anxiously outside your house, you clutched her phone tightly, desperately awaiting for the distant sound of sirens to signal the arrival of the fire department.

soon enough, the welcoming wail of an approaching engine filled your ears—and within moments, the fire truck came to a brief halt in front of your home. two firefighters emerged from the truck, and as they stepped onto the pavement, their imposing figures caught your attention.

the first firefighter, with a rugged build and striking pinkish hair, exuded confidence as he surveyed the scene. beside him, stood his colleague, tall and commanding with dark black hair, his presence radiating confidence as well as cockiness.

the males strode up to you, their boots echoing against the pavement. the salmon-haired one with distinct facial tattoos— who’s badge read S. RYŌMEN, glared at you with annoyance while his counterpart surveyed the area.

"alright, what's the deal here? we got a call about some sorta emergency, but I'm not seeing any flames. don't tell me we rushed over here for nothin’.” he spoke, his deep voice carrying an air of authority.

the raven-haired officer's— who’s badge read T. FUSHIGURŌ—eyebrows knitted together, his deep, husky, voice tinged with irritation. "are we being pranked here, girl?" he questioned snarkily, his skepticism evident as he glanced around the seemingly ordinary surroundings. however, as you apologized and ushered them inside, their expressions softened slightly, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern.

as they stepped into the kitchen— their boots leaving faint imprints on the linoleum floor— a wave of smoke greeted them, swirling lazily in the air. the acrid smell of burnt pastries hung heavy, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. ryōmen coughed lightly, his hand instinctively reaching for the collar of his uniform to cover his nose.

fushigurō sighed heavily as his gaze fixed on the charred remnants of what was once a baking sheet. "well, would you look at that? someone tried playing chef but ended up setting the kitchen on fire," the black-haired officer he muttered, his annoyance palpable in the air as he casually observed the smoke-filled chaos before him.

“i'm so sorry for the false alarm," you apologized, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I was trying to bake a cake and—well—things got a bit…out of hand…”

the pair exchanged glances, then moved swiftly, their practiced efficiency a stark contrast to the mess you had inadvertently created. they quickly ventilated the room, opening windows and turning on fans to dispel the lingering smoke. as they moved, they checked for any remaining embers or hotspots, ensuring that the fire was completely out and that there was no risk of it reigniting.

as the firefighters continued their work, you couldnt help but stare. their tall, bulked figures were much larger compared to your own. the way you could hear their subtle grunts as they finished up their job…

lets just say, your mind definitely started to wander elsewhere..

ryōmen kneeled down and inspected the oven, his brow furrowing deeper. "looks like yer’ cake batter overflowed and caught fire," he remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "next time, keep an eye on the oven temperature."

yet of course, you werent paying him any attention listening, too deep in the wet daydream that was playing idly in your mind. the pink-haired officer stood up and cleared his throat, “miss?”

you jumped, his voice snapping you out of the “daydream” you were having. you nodded vigorously, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush your cheeks. "i will—i promise. thank you both so much for coming so quickly."

you hurried to your cupboard to get them some water. rummaging through your cabinets, you managed to find a couple of clean glasses, and filled them with cool water from the tap. when you returned, they were just finishing up, their equipment neatly packed away.

"here," you said, offering the glasses. "please, have some water. it's the least i can do."

fushigurō took a glass with a nod of thanks, while his partner accepted the other with a grin. "thanks," he said, "surprised ya’ didnt burn the water this time…”

you couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension of the situation easing slightly with the joke. "i try my best," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. "but m’ really sorry for the trouble. is there any way i can make it up to you both?"you offered, hoping to ease the tension in the room and show your gratitude for their prompt response.

ryōmen glanced at his partner before responding, his expression twisting mischievously.

he placed his glass down as he leaned back on the kitchen table, his tall figure towering over you darkly.

“you said you’re really sorry, hm?” he spoke lowly, his crimson eyes now lowering, gazing onto you.

you nodded eagerly, unsure of what he was implying. “um, well— yes of course-“

the officers lust-laced voice spoke words you doubted you would ever hear…

"then prove it."

so here you were— half-naked in your living room, in a standing full nelson position, sandwiched between the two men that were once standing in your kitchen—now both pounding you silly.

your helpless mewls mixing with the lewd squelches your cunt made filled the empty silence in the room. fushigurō’s long, thickness was so prominent as it kneaded itself against your g-spot, making you fall into a cock-drunk daze.

"that feel good, huh'?", toji muttered, gazing lasciviously into your eyes while supporting your legs high. it was so intimate— but so naughty too, the way he was so filthy..

you nodded in reply, clearly too overstimulated to speak properly. luckily, sukuna was quick to amend your actions—sending a swift, sharp, strike against your ass.

"didn't he ask you a question? say it properly, slut, don't make us waste our breath like you did our time now," he snarled behind you. his strokes were so rugged and mean, much meaner than tojis (which was unsurprisingly fitting for the man), making you whimper breathlessly from the pleasure.

"f-feels s'good tojiiiii—“ you whined out the name in reply, hiccuping. it was true, the way they both grinded against each other, inside of you, leaving you trembling, aching with pleasure. this position requiring them hit harder, deeper, inside of your soaked, throbbing slit— it was too much.

"good fuckin' girl, look at ya'— squeezin' us so tight. yer takin' us so well," fushiguro commented, leaning in for a kiss. his scarred lips passionately met your own, letting out a soft, suppressed groan. he went deeper into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he continued thrusting into you from the front. meanwhile, his counterpart pounded away at your stuffed cunt relentlessly; each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in both your bodies.

you found yourself lost in this sensual haze of double penetration bliss— moaning uncontrollably into toji’s mouth while feeling your hole being stretched to its limits by these two. your entire world consisted of nothing but the rhythmic movement between your legs and the taste of salty sweat on fushigurō's lips as ryōmen whispered dirty nothings into your ear that only fueled your desire even more.

sukuna’s hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you harder than before, his breathing becoming ragged in your ear with each passing second. toji followed suit by grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up high enough for him to hit a new angle inside of you— sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of your being.

“filthy whore— paying your debt with—ngh.. dick,” sukuna began, still thrusting into you, but at a much irregular pace now. “who knew such a seemingly innocent thing like you could be so dirty.. starin’ us, shit, up and down like slabs of meat..”

as the intensity of their movements increased, so did the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on the brink of orgasm yourself— and apparently so did ryōmen and fushigurō. both men let out loud grunts, no longer holding back, and began to thrust deeper. it was painfully clear that they were close to reaching their climaxes.

“damn, m’so fuckin’ close— ya gonna let us cum inside? knock up this— fuck, tight ass cunt of yers’?” toji grunted.

"please," you begged between gasps for air, "cum inside me...need it..so badly.” your voice was hoarse from the countless moans and whines that ehshshsh. your whiny, raspy pleas and helpless cries were enough to send both men over the edge. so, with one final push from fushigurō and a deep moan from ryōmen, both men came inside of you simultaneously - painting every crevice with their warming, sticky ropes of essence.

as they both released inside of you, your body was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced. your cunt clenched tightly around their cocks as they emptied themselves into you, milking every last drop from their swollen, pulsating shafts.

your eyes rolled back into your head— a mixture of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless moments afterward. tears streamed down your face from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that coursed through every inch of your limp body.

the room was silent for a moment as the three of you caught your breath. you could feel their cum slowly dripping out of you as the two men pulled out, leaving behind a sticky mess beneath them.

looking up, toji’s lust-filled stare met your own, a small scar-ridden smirk decorating his face. “that was fuckin’ incredible, god,” he said before ryōmen spoke teasingly behind you..

“but you know, theres better ways to get fucked then damn near burning your house down..”

[vovoloyo]

That Should Be Me

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x goo

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ goo is jealous because you and gun are being close

✧. ┊ warnings: angst

✧. ┊ notes: goo angst is so real, this is inspired by the goo panel in the latest chapters. n also ignore the poorly edited header pls, thx

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If Goo were to describe the relationship between you and him, he would say: that everyday was like a vivid dream, filled with laughter and jokes that the both of you exchange in turns of another. How you would jokingly hit him for his unfunny jokes, how smiley you looked when he gifted you something, how it felt like he was the only one to make you laugh. It made him realized that, he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this relationship. He made a silent promise to remove anything that would interfere with this relationship.

But, he wouldn't have known this promise would be shattered as soon as he introduced you to his other close friend: Gun.

As each day passes, it seemed like you and Gun were getting closer and closer; from only meeting up whenever the trio is together to grabbing coffee with just you and Gun. The more Goo realized this special relationship he had with you is getting fainter by each day, it made him feel more helpless; considering his dear connection to Gun and you.

While his overthinking abused his mind, he didn't even realize that you and Gun were calling him from the front while he was walking from the back. From his perspective, your teasing smile next to Gun's tall figure looking back at him would create a lump stuck in his throat. He can't help but awkwardly smile back.

Several weeks has gone by, Goo finds himself doing things by himself. Activities that he used to do with you by his side, now without you by his side, his side feels cold. He’s at the arcade, the go-to place for when you guys hung out. Why was he there? Was it to reminisce what you two used to have? Does he miss you? He’s confused, unsettled, and hurt.

And was it fate when he turned to his side by reflex and saw Gun with you playing his favorite claw machine? Goo’s heart skipped a beat and his whole body freezes. His eyes moving rapidly, quickly analyzing and taking all the details, Gun staring at you with adoration, you smiling and giggling while holding the big plushie you had yearned for, and frowned when Goo had failed to capture it many times. And lastly, their pinkish blush on their faces.

Next thing he knew, he’s walking, no, running out of that arcade with this lingering pain in his chest. His heart is pounding, his thoughts are racing, and he’s running out of breath. “What’s this feeling?”, he thought while almost choking “what am i doing?”, he couldn’t think of anything else. That one moment of you and Gun together keeps replying in his head, then a tear runs down Goo’s cheek.

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[fushironi]

About Damn Time

✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞

CEO!Sukuna x 18+ reader

Summary: You’ve been the secretary to one of the biggest CEOs in Japan and since day one, for over a year, you have fantasized about sleeping with your boss. Will the feelings be the same or will he reject you?

Tw/Cw: degradtion (whore, slut, etc), slight dubcon, pet names (bunny, princess, etc), spanking, hair puling, boss/employee encounters, semi-public sex, cowgirl, semi-clothed humping, semi-sweet Sukuna instead of psycho Kuna, Daddy kink, minors DNI!

w.c. 2.9k

Inspiration based off the header pic drawn by @innaillus 🤤 they are amazing at what they do! 🫶🏼🖤 thanks again for letting me use this!

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CEO!Sukuna has a hold on you. You know you shouldn't fall for your boss, but when he gives you the look, you know what is required of you. Make his day more manageable.

You couldn't count how often his eyes would weaken you, compelling you to enter his office and take his mind off the day's stress. You had been working for Sukuna's company for over a year as his secretary, and you can't count how many times you have laid in your bed, fucking yourself with your toy as you imagine your handsome, robust, and beautiful boss railing into you from every angle possible as his large cock rearranges your insides. Of course, this was just a fantasy in your head, seeing as your boss has yet to make an actual move on you. It's always just having you in there to listen to him rant before he kisses you-never going any further. He would always stop himself before any clothing came off, making your head spin. He never said anything after each encounter and would tease you with his eyes and lips days after. Nothing more, and it drove you psycho. But again, rules are rules, and you can't be in a relationship with your boss.

You let out a shaky sigh as you get to the top floor of the building; you hold your boss's coffee and muffin in your hand, along with your folder full of notes and messages for the man himself. You exit the elevator and set down your folder before knocking on Sukana's door, your heart thumping. Your shirt and skirt felt tighter as he opened the door just enough for you to enter, clearly seeing he was on a business call. You try to step as softly as possible on the tile floor, your heels clicking with each step. You set down his coffee and muffin, stepping back from his desk as you cross your arms in front of you.

"Okay, thanks. I'll get my secretary on it. Bye," Sukuna sighs as he hangs up the phone, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Who am I being contacted by this time?" You ask as you sit down in the chair across from him. You cross your legs over one another, sitting forward just enough to let the bit of cleavage you had show peak over the top of your blouse.

"Suguru Geto. He wants to partner with us for our next launch, and I told him I would have you work out the details. Is that okay?" Sukuna asks as he raises a brow, sipping his coffee. You nod your head as you watch him. Your eyes scan his features: his tattoos, his pinkish hair, the way his shirt stretches across his broad chest-it was enough to have you squeezing your thighs together at the thought of him.

"Good. Any new messages?" He asks as he turns to his computer, typing away. You nod as you get up, going to grab your folder. You let out a shaky breath as you hold your folder, trying to pull yourself together. He's your boss, for fucksake.

"Kento over in records wants to speak with you about a few things and even bring suggestions about promotion." You say as you read over your notes. You hear Kuna snort at your statement, making you roll your eyes slightly. You continue to read over everything to him, watching him as he nods occasionally.

"Thank you, y/n," Sukuna says as he stares at you. His eyes scan your body, making you feel naked, even fully clothed. His lips curl up in a slight smirk as he watches you shift in your spot. "You're dismissed," he chuckles as you hurriedly scurry out of his office.

As the day passed, you couldn't help but think about Sukuna and how his eyes undressed you. The way his lips curled into a beautiful smirk before sending you on your way. A small whimper leaves your lips as you think about him taking you to his desk and using you as his little toy. A groan falls from your lips as your thoughts are broken by the phone on your desk ringing.

"Ryomen Enterprise. How can I help you?" Your voice was soft and smooth as you answered, having been trained always to have a pleasant voice.

"My office. Now." Fuck. What did you do? You hang up the receiver as you straighten out your top and skirt once you stand, knocking on his door. "Enter." His voice booms as you turn the handle.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" You said meekly, your hands beside you as you closed the door.

"Lock it." He says without missing a beat. You do as he says, reaching the chair before his desk. You sit down as you watch your boss, your eyes never leaving his body. You felt a familiar sense of heat wash over your body as he sat back in his chair, his eyes boring into your soul.

You clear your throat before you begin speaking. "Did you need something, Mr. Sukuna?" Your words were light and airy, trying to play off the apparent heat between your thighs. You feel his eyes undressing you, drinking in your body as he smirks.

"Yes, I do," He pauses momentarily as he walks in front of his desk, his body just mere inches from yours. He leans down, a smirk plastered on his lips as his breath gently fans over your face. "I need you." His words fall off his tongue like honey, your eyebrow quirking at his response. Before you know it, your lips are pressed to his, your body reacting without hesitation.

The kiss was electric, his soft lips molding with yours. Your hands find his hair as he finds your waist, pulling you to your feet as he deepens the kiss. This one was different than the others you had shared before. All other encounters included rough groping and a hot and heavy make-out session. But this. This was something different. There was a desire in this encounter. There was passion—all the things you wanted out of the man in front of you.

After what felt like an eternity, you both pull away for air, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you. Your head is spinning as you try to process what happened, your hands moving down to land on Sukuna's chest. Your eyes scan his face for signs of wanting to stop, but you don't see any. So, you take a moment to say something that has been plaguing you.

"Why?" It was a simple question. But it holds so much weight.

"Why what?" Sukuna asks as his hands gently squeeze your hips.

You move your body closer, your fingers playing with his shirt. "Why me? Why tease me with heavy make-out sessions and groping but never take anything further? Before today, I thought you just wanted to use me." Your voice was small, but you felt valid in your question.

Sukuna gently presses his lips back onto yours, his large hand on your cheek. "Because I didn't want to lose you as an employee. You're both brilliant as well as breathtakingly beautiful. I was afraid you didn't have the same feelings as I do. So quick sessions allowed me to test the waters." His words were confident and clear.

You smile as your fingers trace over the exposed tattoos on his chest. "Well, in that case," you smirk as you bite his lower lip. "Let me show you what 'testing the waters' has done to me," you purr softly in his ear, your teeth gently biting his lobe. You kiss down his neck, sucking on the skin every so often. The small moan from his lips made your cunt wetter, giving you satisfaction at your actions. "Sit." You growl against his lips, your eyes meeting his.

"Demanding now, aren't we?" Sukuna chuckles as he happily walks to his chair, manspreading as he watches you. You roll your eyes as you take your hair out of its bun, slowly walking over to him. You watch his body language, silently laughing as you watch him try to adjust how he sits. You slowly run your hands down your body as you unbutton your blouse, exposing your bare chest to him. You sit down in his lap, your skirt hiking up just enough to expose your pussy. You place your lips back on his neck, gently grazing his skin.

"Mmm. Naughty girl. No bra? What happens when you get cold? All these sleazy men would notice." Sukuna's voice was light yet teasing. As you look at him, you roll your eyes, his lips turned up in a smirk. You move your hips against his, your exposed cunt pressed against his clothed cock. "Ngh- no panties either? Dirty girl," he growls as his hands squeeze your ass, causing you to moan. It was his turn to attack your neck, his lips feeling like fire on your skin as he started to leave marks on your soft skin.

"Then why don't you show me what happens to dirty girls?" You smirk as you roll your hips once more, secretly loving the feeling of his slack against your cunt. Sukuna chuckles darkly as his hands move to your breasts, squeezing them roughly in his large hands. A high-pitched squeak leaves your lips at the feeling, your hips mindlessly rolling to get some friction.

"Seems like you're already punishing yourself. Grinding your cute little cunt against my lap. Does it feel good, baby?" Sukuna growls as he leans down to suckle on your nipple. You moan as your back arches into his chest, your fingers in his hair as you speed up his hips. "Answer me," he growls as he smacks your ass.

“Fuck. Yes, it feels so good," you mewl as you grind your hips faster. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through you as you continue to fuck yourself against his clothed cock, your head spinning as his lips continue their assault on your chest. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he watched you, Sukuna secretly loving how he didn't even have to touch you to have you puddy in his hands. You whimper as his large fingers find your clit, drawing small circles on the sensitive nub.

"So wet," Sukuna purrs as he pinched your bundle of nerves. You gasped at the feeling, your mind going fuzzy as you felt yourself growing closer to your climax. You speed up your hips as you chase your high, his fingers going between pinching and circling your clit. "Does my naughty little girl want to cum? Does she want to make a mess on my clothes cock?" Sukuna growls in your ear, his free hand toying with your nipple.

"P-please, Kuna. Fuck," you whimper, your nails scratching at his exposed chest. His lips find yours once more as he speeds up his fingers, pulling you over the edge. Your body shudders as you release in his lap, your teeth biting his lower lip. "Ohh fuck," you moan as your hips rut through your high. You whimper as Sukuna picks you up from his lap placing you on his desk.

A smirk plays on his lips as he looks down at his ruined pants, his eyes finding yours. "Messy girl. These were my favorite pants." Sukuna states as he undoes his belt buckle. You lean back on your hands as you watch him undress, your shirt loosely hanging on your shoulders. Your teeth pull on your bottom lip as you watch his fingers unbutton his shirt, exposing his broad tattooed chest. You find yourself clenching around nothing at the sight before you, wanting nothing more than to litter his skin with hickeys and scratch marks.

His body stands between your legs, his hands pushing your shirt entirely off your arms. "So beautiful. And all mine," Sukuna's voice was low and velvety, his hands finding your hips again. He sees the button on your skirt, undoing the small piece of plastic. He smirks as the fabric softens, your hands and hips moving as you remove your remaining clothing. Being fully exposed to your boss made you feel vulnerable, but it was a comfortable vulnerability.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something?” You smirked, your eyes meeting his. A dark chuckle falls from his lips as he quickly grabs you, turning you around so your backside is against his front.

"Are you doubting me? You do realize I can break you if I want. I can make you see stars just by using my fingers. You're so drunk about me ruining your cute little pussy you've forgotten how to act." Sukuna's words go straight to your core, making your knees buckle. "And since you are so impatient," he pauses as his hand lands a hard smack to your ass, causing you to jolt forward at the motion. "You don't get any mercy." He growls, his hand landing another smack on your ass. Before you can protest, he slams his cock into your sopping cunt, a scream of pain and pleasure passing your lips. Your hands quickly grip the desk to keep you steady as Sukuna begins to fuck you at a rapid yet persistent pace. Your head begins to go fuzzy as he abuses your pussy, his cock stretching you out in the most mouth-watering way. His fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave beautiful bruises when he is done.

"Can't talk now, can you?" He growls as he jerks you up by your hair, biting along the span of your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his other hand comes to rub your clit, making your back arch further as his cock continues to sink deeper into your cunt. Your walls squeeze around him as he finds that particular spot. The spot you try to reach on your own but always fall short.

"Found it." He smirks as he smacks your clit, and a loud and pornographic moan leaves your lips. Skin slapping and moaning fill the room as his hips jerk up into you. You felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach, your knuckles turning white from gripping the desk, your walls squeezing his cock. "Fucking whore. Is this what you wanted? Wanted your boss to fuck you stupid? Wanted to feel me inside you, filling you so full you forget how to speak?" He grunts as he pinches your nipple, your body reacting naturally. "Look at you, drooling on my desk. Dumb slut." His words have you falling over the edge, your body shaking as you release on his cock. Your vision goes white due to the pleasure, whimpers falling from your lips as his cock leaves your pussy. Your chest is heaving as you try to steady yourself, your body slowly turning to see that Sukuna has sat in his chair, his cock still erect.

"Sit. Now." You do as he says, slowly walking over to him as you position your sensitive cunt over his large veiny cock. His tip brushes against your clit, eliciting a moan from both of you. You slowly sink onto his cock, hissing slightly at the stretch. A deep groan leaves his lips as you fully sit down on his length, the stretch burning but feeling pleasurable. You slowly begin to move your hips, your core still sensitive and sore from his previous abuse of your cunt, but you slowly start to pick up the pace, wanting nothing more than to feel Sukuna inside you.

You let your body take over your brain, your hips moving on their own as you ride Sukuna faster. His moans were like music to your ears, his head thrown back against his chair. You take the chance to bruise his neck with love bites and hickeys, leaving your mark as your nails rake down his chest.

"Feels so good, Daddy. 'm so full," you whimper as your lips find him, your shared moans lost in the expanse of each other's throats. Your hips start to falter, your body getting closer to another orgasm.

"Is my little bunny getting tired? Did you think you could fuck me? Nice try, princess." Sukuna laughs as he grips your hips, fucking into you inhumanely. Strings of babbles and moans of his name fall from your lips, your bodies growing closer and closer to your high. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to keep yourself from coming, knowing you'd make a mess for a third time. "Want me to fill you up? Wanna feel my cum deep inside you?" Sukuna growls as his hands smack your ass, his lips biting your neck again.

"Y-yes, Daddy. Fuck. P-please," you whine, your walls squeezing his cock as the knot in your stomach breaks, your loud moans and whimpers filling the room. Sukuna follows close behind, his hot seed coating your walls a beautiful shade of white. His hips slow as you ride out your highs, your shared panting the only thing resounding in the room. Your bodies were hot and sweaty, the smell of sex and sweat hitting your noses. You look into his eyes, your lips gently pressing against his as you slowly come down from cloud nine.

"You're so beautiful." Sukuna smiles as he pulls away, his hand coming to cup his cheek.

"Right back at you," you smile as you peck his lips again. You fall into his chest, your body weak as you cockwarm him.

You felt safe in his embrace, knowing this may change your work dynamic, but you didn't care. Sukuna kisses the top of your head, his hands stroking your back before he speaks. "So, how about dinner at my place, and I'll show you how much you truly mean to me?"

[fanciestghost]

okay so I had my genius moment in the process of making a pink bps logo, but it’s too big to fit in my header….

(I wanna yap about how I made it sooo, I used Picsart and I made it black and white, then I used a color filter that happened to be the perfect pink. only thing is, it made the black pinkish too, so I faded it a bit. But oh no! The bottom needs to be white text! Add original image on top of edited, then erase the BPS/Bythorne Paranornal Society text to leave the white slogan part :3)

[tehkusogaki]

Hi who are the ppl in ur pfp and the person in ur header? ❤️

These are characters from a manga called Gravitation by Maki Murakami.

Blondy is Eiri Yuki, and the one with pinkish hair is Shuichi Shindou. It's a bit of an older manga, but it has just been licensed for reprinting.

It's a Boy's Love comedy. Very silly and fun. Obviously plays with a lot of BL themes and tropes.

The story follows Shuichi, an aspiring musician/vocalist. One day he drops the lyrics he's working on and they are picked up by a mysterious stranger who reads them and tells Shuichi he's got zero talent and should just quit.

But our tenacious hero is not one to be deterred. Turns out Mystery Guy is famed novelist Eiri Yuki, and Shuichi's attraction to him is more than just a desire to prove Eiri wrong: it is actually a whole lot of the other desire too.

Thus begins their tumultuous affair.

There's an anime too! (Sorry, I believe that is the dub, which is like sandpaper to the ears, I think it's on Crunchyroll too, but I don't know about language options) Though most fans agree the manga is much better.

My other blog ( @zerotalentscans ) is a Gravi fan blog. Lot's of Gravi related content there, and some scans of the first few chapters, it's tagged "gravi rescan project" :)

The manga ka has also written tons of doujinshi for her own series, which are fun for people who like pwp.

[genderdenied]

☆ㅤcuerlprince

pt: cuerlprince :end pt

!!ㅤ;ㅤfor : anon

﹒ ㅤdefinition :

; where ones gender is being a cuerl that's masculine in a prince way / being cuerl && a prince

﹒ ㅤcolours from this cuerl flag

; userboxes by ghosting-plural-userboxes

; copy-pastable pt and ids below

top header id: A lace header, it curves downwards and is split coloured with a dark green on the left and a dark purple on the right. It has multiple outlines going white, faded pink, faded yellow, dark green, white, dark purple. In the center is the words " cuerlprince " outlined similarly. :end id

divider id: A simplistic orange divider. It has an orange crescent moon on each side and is all outlined in brown, white, orange and brown again. In the center is the word " genderdenied " outlined similarly :end id

flag id: a rectangular flag with 7 differently sized strips, colours and sizes going in top-to-bottom order: medium dark purple, small pinkish beige, medium faded purple, large off white, medium faded green, small pinkish beige, medium dark green. In the center is a simplistic pinkish beige crown :end id

bottom footer id: A lace footer, it curves upwards and is split coloured with a dark green on the left and a dark purple on the right. It has multiple outlines going white, faded pink, faded yellow, dark green, white, dark purple. :end id

userbox 1 id: A red fox themed userbox. The picture is of a red fox having it's head held. The text reading " DNI: Radqueer, TransID, Syscourse and NSFW " ( userbox by ghosting-plural-userboxes ) :end id

userboxe 2 id: A red fox themed userbox. The picture is of a red fox sleeping peacefully, tongue sticking out slightly. The text reading " This being appreciates reblogs and comments " ( userbox byghosting-plural-userboxes ) :end id

pt: cuerlprince definition, where ones gender is being a cuerl that's masculine in a prince way / being cuerl && a prince. colours from this(link) cuerl flag :end pt

tagging : @radiomogai @liom-archive @daybreakthing

[wonryllis]

omg my little girl is it that same fic w pinkish header w daddy jay and daddy issues bc i wanted to read it so bad at some point

yes yes yes you're right!! it's the same one with pinkish layout and header with yeah ig daddy like jay full of daddy issues!

[ch9xhleye]

can i get a header for this pfp

hope you like these!

thanks for the request!

[chanrizard]

[neopronouns]

shotkingamic | 5dchessgamic

shotkingamic: a gender related/connected to the game ‘shotgun king: the final checkmate’

5dchessgamic: a gender related/connected to the game ‘5d chess with multiverse time travel'

[pt: shotkingamic: a gender related/connected to the game ‘shotgun king: the final checkmate’

5dchessgamic: a gender related/connected to the game ‘5d chess with multiverse time travel'. end pt]

for @gotyosukestuff and anon! colors are from both games' steam headers. the first term is 'shot' from 'shotgun', 'king', + 'gamic', and the second is '5d chess' + 'gamic'!

flag id: two flags with 9 stripes. the left flag's stripes, in order, are blue-black, very dark blue, cream, bright pinkish-red, indigo-grey, soft purple, cream, very dark blue, and blue-black. the right flag's stripes, in order, are very dark silver, light sandy brown, very light sandy brown, dull purple, light green-grey, faded orange-red, very light sandy brown, light sandy brown, and very dark silver. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

dni link  

[iftitah]

my fave winmo theme (mine is the only opinion that matters since I'm the win fan blog) Is noodle munchurian with the pinkish theme that had the picture of a sunset near a stadium that you clicked

I remember it so vividly and thats the second theme of yours I ever saw (the first was red and the guy I thought was eiji in header)

I ALSO LOVED THE SK8 THEME AND THE BANANA FISH WE MATCHED

i was looking for that one actually but i didn't screen shot it ig it was my fourth theme. it looked like a stadium but it was a ghaat btw. yeah the red and white one it's one of my favorites too maybe ill get back to it

[the-maidofmischief]

Giada, I have decided to request a header of Anne Boleyn from The tudors in pinkish?

Sure, love!

Please like or/and reblog if you take any!

made by the-maidofmischief

550x300 px (headers)

more under the cut

[your-faves-are-divorced]

Welcome to Your Faves Are Divorced!

This is a "Your fave is" gimmick blog for characters who are divorced! Keep reading for info about the mods, how to submit, and some general rules.

MOD INFO:

Call us Ginkgo!

Any pronouns

Minor

We have a main blog that we'd like to keep separate from this blog. Please don't ask for it!

BLOG/SUBMISSION RULES:

All submissions must be fictional characters! Characters who are played by live actors can be submitted, but not the actors themselves.

We won't be taking any Harry Potter or South Park submissions, period.

Submissions must contain two or more characters. This is a blog about characters who divorced each other.

Submissions must contain the characters' full names and the media(s) they're from.

(EDITED TO ADD) The characters you submit DO NOT have to be canonically divorced! You can do whatever you want forever.

HOW TO SUBMIT:

You can submit characters using our ask box, anonymously or off anon. A submission sentence could look like, "[X character] and [Y character] are divorced," or you could just give the names of the characters.

If the characters don't have official art, we'll just use the logo of the media they're from.

If you have any official art you'd like us to use in the post, please post it or link it in your ask!

And finally, here's the divorce flag we made!

(The bright pinkish-red stripe represents the original love and passion that a marriage might have started out with. The colors slowly becoming lighter in value represents that love slowly starting to fade or change. The big black "X" covering it represents the marriage's end. Hehehe.)

[Header image ID: A GIF with red text on a black background. The first seconds display text that reads, "The_Lovers". Then, the GIF shows the first few stanzas of Eliza Acton's poem "Where, oh ! where, on his restless wing...". The poem's text starts to slowly get corrupted, turning into a bunch of random, jumbled-up text before finally displaying an error message. /end ID]

[Profile picture ID: The blog's "divorce flag". /end ID]

[Divorce flag ID: A 5-striped horizontal flag. The top stripe is a bright pinkish-red. The stripes below it get increasingly lighter and lighter, and the bottom stripe is white. A big black "X" spans the whole flag. /end ID]