#suggestions from my friends on discord

[radioactive-sparks]

Sets of lazy headshots

[oneofthosenightbees]

Doodle dump of some friends ocs from discord

🐈‍⬛ 1st row - @deers-doodles

🐄🐈‍⬛2nd row - @the-pentaparty

🌳🐺Last rows - @radicalrainbow

[nsfwarros1]

Maybe you could open a discord server and have some people help you moderate it? Then you could vet people in, and only let people who are vetted get access to your art

you might overestimate how much i care . or like discord servers for that matter☝️

[nothing-nothing454545]

no, i dont think im obligated to still small talk an hour into my meet up with a friend group ive been a part of for 2 years, and i dont think im overreacting or showing a lack of loyalty when im unsatisfied with such a conversation. As someone who hates small talk, that friend group isn't for me, and i get nothing from it, and i will choose not to feel like a weirdo (derogatory) or a traitor (..because we didn't promise each other we'd be together forever afaik), for being unsatisfied and leaving. ive shown them affection (that i didnt fully feel) for as long as i could

[echeveriia]

i’m in full ‘i should text her’ mode help what do i do

[arttheclown]

twicord isn’t a bad ship people are just mean ):

[silviaflowers]

So I made a somewhat short animation

The song used has some suggestive lyrics, but theres nothing graphic visually!! I just got obsessed with the song and made something impulsively :)

This isn't terribly lore important (and I wouldn't make something like this lore important anyhow) but it takes place right after SB decides to cut off Malty because of her toxicity. She takes to letter writing to cope, as she often does, and ends up breaking down.

also as a side note, she DOES actually seal her letters with hearts, but the lipstick on the first letter is... a mystery? Kinda? Cuz she. doesn't wear lipstick?

[dihalect]

so. i am in a masters program in [computer science specialty]. we have an option to do a thesis in our final semester. and a friend of mine wants to do one. it's by far the best option for their academic career. they have an excellent idea for it, and a professor who's enthusiastic about advising it. the problem is, that professor is in the computer science department, not [computer science specialty]. and according to the current department chair, that's completely unheard of. absolutely can't have a non-[specialty]-department professor advise a [specialty] student. (never mind that the [computer science specialty] department is a part of the computer science department.)

thing is. current department chair simply does not like this friend, because of a bullshit academic disagreement. she DOES, however, like me. i have oodles of rapport with her. i have half a mind to ask her if i could do a thesis like the one my friend wants to, just to see how she responds.

[phagodyke]

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[bratbby333]

gamer!bf sukuna drabble

·:*¨༺ nsfw mdni ༻¨*:·

gamer!bf sukuna who is always sat at his desk, shooting at something

gamer!bf sukuna who will lose track of time and play for hoursss, not even acknowledging your existence until you interrupt his game play with dinner

gamer!bf sukuna who buys you your own gaming set up after catching you playing on his computer when you think he isn't home (he positions your new monitor and gaming chair right next to his)

gamer!bf sukuna who laughs in your face when you ask if he wants to play minecraft with you (how dare you recommend something that isn't violent? silly little thing. do you even know him?)

"so childish... why the fuck would i play that?"

gamer!bf sukuna who feels bad after you pout at him for making fun of you, reluctantly agreeing to play fortnite (the tamest game he'll play)

gamer!bf sukuna who is never not yelling at someone through his headset

"you stupid fuck! ask your mother how my dick tastes"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves when you pull up a chair to watch him play

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you sit in his lap, the controller in your hands with his hands over yours, pushing the buttons for you... the elated grin on your face when you finally kill someone makes his dick hard

"baby! i did it! i got him!" "that's my good girl, now let me reward you"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves that you play animal crossing at your desk next to him while he plays cs:go and valorant, you eventually put on your noise canceling headphones because he won't stop screaming

"what the actual FUCK was that? you're trash. GET OUT OF MY LOBBY"

gamer!bf sukuna who finally agrees to play minecraft with you after weeks of begging, enjoying it more than he thought he would (the face you make when he finally says yes causes his heart flutter just a little bit... but he'll never tell you that, constantly groaning at how boring it is, but playing it with you for three hours)

he runs around killing creepers and skeletons to quell his homicidal ideations instead of helping you build a house "why the hell would we build a fake house when we're literally sitting in our real one?" so fucking sassy for no reason he'd run around collecting a mob of enemies instead, luring them into a pit before sealing it off and dumping a bucket of lava on them, laughing as they slowly burn to death...bro is insane i stg...

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you wear his headset while he plays a 1v1 in a custom lobby, laughing at his opponents obvious anger and frustration thinking they're losing to you (COD is so misogynistic, and sukuna is thoroughly amused when he gets to put them in their place on your behalf)

gamer!bf sukuna who beams with pride when you start picking up on gaming terms

"that guy sucks, he's just camping", you say, brows furrowed in annoyance. "who the fuck did you learn that word from?" "who do you think i learned it from, dumbass?" you retort, a taunting smile on your lips. he just grins, "god, you're so fuckin' sexy. but drop the attitude before i fuck it outta you."

gamer!bf sukuna who attempts to teach you how to play call of duty, battlefield, and cs:go

"you'll get better, doll. just keep tryin'"

gamer!bf sukuna who refuses to admit that he actually enjoys playing minecraft with you, hoping you'll suggest to play it first

gamer!bf sukuna who looks down from his monitor to see you kneeling under his desk, head between his legs, sucking him off while he's on discord talking to his friends; tangling his hands in your hair, biting the inside of his cheek when you deepthroat him unexpectedly, his hips bucking off his chair. "you dirty fuckin' girl, it's like you want them to hear" he moans out. his friends erupt in laughter after hearing him, but he doesn't want you to stop. exhibitionist!sukuna has entered the chat

"you can stay and listen if you want, at least im gettin' some unlike you virgins"

gamer!bf sukuna who fucks you rough when he loses a game

"god you're so fuckin' tight for me" he groans, his grip tight on your hips. he looks down to watch your pretty pussy suck him in. you squirm, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you with every trust, whining as he pushes your head into the mattress, his strokes unrelenting. "uh uh. don't move...stay right fuckin' there n take this dick, brat."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

author notes: hehehe...this was super fun to write. if you have any requests, send them here! if u wanna be added to my anon club, drop an emoji with ur submission and ill add u to my pinned post ☺︎

i've already written longer, smut-filled stories of gamer!bf sukuna,,u can read them here and here and here

thank u liking, commenting, and reblogging...it makes me kick my feet n giggle when i get the notification ♡

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[wickedhawtwexler]

currently re-living one of my weirdest childhood "traumas" (person on a power trip self-destructing an online community i'm a part of)

[chrissturnsfav]

𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓊𝓅 | 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

after shopping at the mall with your friends, you give chris a little fashion show to show him what you bought, and it grows difficult for him to contain himself when you try on the lingerie you bought to wear for him.

ᰔᩚ smut, bf!chris, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), dom!chris, fingering, use of pet names, creampie, titty sucking

ᰔᩚ w.c. 2,623

chris is playing fortnite on his computer, his hands swiftly clacking against the joystick as his gaze is fixed only on the screen. his face is filled with anticipation and eagerness as he works with matt to win the game while wearing a headset on his head.

you enter his room carrying several shopping bags and grinning excitedly, interrupting his game. chris looks away momentarily, his once-determined visage softening as he sees you.

"hi baby, how was the mall?" he asks, his eyes darting from you to the screen while he keeps clicking the buttons on his controller at a fast pace.

your smile widens as you glance down at the large bags in your hands and then back up at him, "good, i got so much stuff," you speak with excitement in your voice.

chris scoffs, nodding while looking at his computer screen before looking at the bags in your hands, "yeah, i can tell."

you set the bags down on the floor next to his door, plopping down on the couch in his room while watching the game unfold on his screen.

chris turns around to look at you for a second, speaking with slight want, "why don't you give me a show or somethin', ma?"

you furrow your brows, giggling softly, "like a fashion show?"

chris nods, his eyes back on the screen as he kills an opposing player. he looks back at you again with a smirk, "yeah, wanna see you in those pretty clothes i paid for."

you pause to think, picturing the two sets of lingerie you purchased especially for him, and then a tiny smirk appears on your mouth and a suggestive thought occurs to you, "okay, yeah," you say nonchalantly.

chris' smirk softens, nodding as he licks his lips, "that's my girl."

you give him a soft laugh in awe, a small blush coating your cheeks at his words as you scoop up the bags, enter his bathroom, and shut the door.

as chris goes back to his game—his voice muffled on the other side of the door while he talks to matt on the discord call—you decide to save the lingerie for last and first try on a jumpsuit from aritzia you picked out.

you pull on the tight, jumpsuit. your tits slightly peek out at the top as you begin adjusting the tank top straps on your shoulders. admiring your appearance in the mirror, you boldly smile at your image. the jumpsuit defines your curves with its stretchy, black fabric, hugging your figure in all the right places.

you step out of the bathroom and chris immediately turns his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows and taking you in up and down. he smirks, licking his lips before his eyes land on your face and he speaks, "damn, that's real nice."

i smile sheepishly, spinning around in a circle before facing him again, "you like it?"

chris nods, the smirk still on his lips as his eyes dart from his computer screen to your face, fingers still clicking rapidly at the controller, "'course i do, i love it. looks good on you."

your smile grows and you nod, "good," you say softly before walking back into the bathroom to try on the next outfit you bought.

you try on the rest of the clothes you bought, chris loving each one more than the last each time you come out of the bathroom. he's already feeling himself getting excited in his pants over the thought that you used his credit card to buy all these clothes for yourself.

he loved making you happy, seeing you happy. though you had a slightly over the top shopping addiction, he didn't care. he'd let you reach his credit limit if you wanted, he just wanted to make you happy.

back in the bathroom, you smirk excitedly as you pull out one of the lingerie sets from the victoria's secret bag. it's a pretty baby pink two piece set. little white bows are embroidered into the lacy fabric, the bra pushing your tits up vulgarly along with a matching garter on your thigh. after you slip on the thong, you admire the innocent looking set in the mirror before turning to the door.

you creak open the bathroom door slightly, peeking your head out the crack, giggling while you look at chris.

chris turns his head, furrowing his brows as he looks at you, "what?"

you smirk before stepping out of the bathroom, taking a few steps towards him.

chris' face falls, his already hard dick beneath his sweatpants growing even harder as he takes in the set on your delicate body. his eyes slowly trail up and down your body, tilting his head to the side with a dangerous smirk, "you look fuckin'..."

your smirk on your lip grows, taking in chris' reaction, "what?"

"hold on, matt, one sec," chris says into his mic before muting it and sighing as he turns back around to look at you, his game chair swiveling with his motion.

"damn. you look sexy. sexy as fuck," he says hoarsely, desire slowly filling up his body and he can feel his member dripping with precum in his pants.

you scoff, the smirk still on your face as you lick your lips and speak suggestively, "i have another one you might like even more."

chris raises his brows, snickering, "lemme see it, ma."

you nod, walking back into the bathroom and closing the door. chris can't help but notice the way your fleshy ass jiggles as you move, grunting under his breath at the sight before he snickers and turns back to the game to unmute his mic, "my bad," he says nonchalantly to matt.

in the bathroom, you change out of the set, putting it back into the bag before pulling out the other one. you laugh quietly as you hold it up in your hands, noticing that this one is slightly more revealing.

when you put it on, you admire your reflection in the mirror confidently. this one is a lacy white set, small see through designs laced into the bra that ties in the middle, creating a sexy touch. the thong ties along your waist in an innocent looking bow in the middle. they are also embroidered with see through designs, the fabric that covers your center is see through with tiny white hearts.

to make it even better, it even comes with a sexy, matching garter belt, see through white lacy stockings up to your knees and tiny bows embroidered into the material of the garter and stockings.

you know chris is going to go absolutely feral.

when you wordlessly step out of the bathroom, a confident look displayed on your face, chris whips his head around, his breath hitching in his throat when he sees you. his cock becomes impossibly harder, making a very obvious tent in his pants. his eyes trail slowly all over your barely covered up figure and he bites his lip when he sees the see through fabric on your core.

"so. what do you think?" you ask, purposely giving him a really slow 360 spin, your ass jiggling ever so slightly when you move and chris bites back a growl.

chris scoffs when you face him again, licking his lips with lust filling his eyes. he smirks at you, turning around to speak to matt through his mic, "yo, matt, i'm not feelin' great right now, gonna play later," he says nonchalantly. he doesn't even give poor matt a chance to respond before he disconnects the call and turns off his computer.

chris stands up, his gaze fixated on your poorly covered tits spilling out of the beautiful bra as he slowly treads towards you. you can already feeling yourself filling with desire, your cunt growing wet with every second.

he stands in front of you with his face inches away from yours. he looks down at you with a wicked smirk on his face, your lips parted and eyes lustful as you look up at him and anticipate his actions.

"seems like you really know what i like, huh?" he asks hoarsely, the lust evident in his voice.

you smirk up at him, nodding, "mhmm," you hum.

chris' smirk deepens while he speaks in a voice just above a whisper, "mhm, 'n i'm gonna show you how much i love this on ya."

chris gives you no time to respond, pushing you onto his bed and hovering over you, his hands on your waist causing your breath to hitch and body flow with desire and lust.

he begins peppering slow, sloppy kisses on your neck, lightly nipping at the skin that makes your eyes flutter shut and lips part, fingers toying with his hair.

"gonna make ya feel so good..." he mumbles against your skin, sending a vibration through your needy body, "look so pretty, baby...so perfect."

chris pulls the string on the tie on your bra, his fingers moving behind you to unclip it and toss it somewhere on his bed, licking his lips at your perfect tits and immediately kissing them.

you let out a breathy whimper, your hands tangled in the brunette locks in the back of his head as he swirls his tongue around your hard nipple, his other hand squeezing your free tit roughly.

"chris..." you mumble softly, need evident in your voice making him chuckle against you, "got such pretty tits, mama, so perky 'n shit."

chris moves his lips down just below your boob, leaving tiny hickies and bruises in your skin and he kitty licks them gently, easing the light sting.

he bites his lip and plays with the cloth teasingly as soon as he reaches the garter on your waist, "'n this little thing y'got on, tsk..." he starts, scoffing between words, "makin' me go crazy..." he mutters, pulling it off your body.

chris' fingers slowly run over your needy core, laughing darkly at how sopping wet you are, "look at you...love when y'get so wet f'me...always so fast." his words and slight touch make you shiver, letting out a whimper of desire.

he pulls your sheer thong to the side, revealing your glistening center and bites his lip at the sight. he runs his thumb through your achy folds, humming in amusement at your reaction, "hmmm, so sensitive."

chris begins rubbing painfully slow circles on your puffy clit and you arch your back in response, letting out a sharp gasp while your eyes immediately roll back.

chris watches you intently with a soft smirk, pushing his middle finger in you with ease while still rubbing slow patterns on your bundle of nerves.

you whine at how slow he's going, letting out a shaky exhale, "chris, please...f-faster..."

chris snickers and doesn't quicken his pace, his finger continuing to slowly pump in and out of you as he leans close to your face, "nah, want you to cum on my dick, not my fingers, baby," he whispers hoarsely in your ear.

he pulls away, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet squelch and you look up at him, watching as he sucks your arousal off his fingers with a soft hum, "tastes so pretty," he purrs.

he leans close to your face again, a hand on your tit and the other fiddling with the button of his jeans as he presses his lips against yours, slickly slipping his tongue in your mouth.

your hands tangle in his hair, tongues massaging each other and you let out a small moan into his mouth when you taste your slick on his tongue.

he snickers against your lips as he unzips his zipper and pulls away, pulling his jeans and boxers down to rest just below his hips, his hard cock leaking with precum springing up.

he positions himself over you, palms pressed against his sheets on either side of your face as he looks down at his dick, slowly pushing it into you and grunting lowly, "fuuck..."

his action makes your back arch, your eyes roll back, and your brows furrow while letting out a moan of pleasure and relief.

he picks up a fast pace quickly, swinging one of your thighs over his shoulder to allow you to feel him deeper. you let out a heavy squeak, "o-oh! chris..."

chris hums in pleasure, panting slowly as he moves quickly in and out with you, lewd, wet sounds along with your moans sounding like music to his ears, "yeeeah, look at you...look so pretty all fucked out on my cock," he grunts darkly, staring down at you through half lidded eyes.

you begin panting loudly, your eyes squeezed shut as you let out lewd noises that chris loves, your hands around his neck stroking the hair behind his head. you feel so full, so aroused by him.

chris moves one of his hands to your bouncing tit, squeezing at the flesh and occasionally pinching your nipple. your fucked out face is pushing him closer to the edge, deep, small groans leaving his lips as he relishes in the sensation your sweet pussy gives him.

your walls begin clenching around him as you get closer, "mm, yeah, pussy feels so good, squeezin' me so tight like that," he groans quietly. "so close already, aren't you?"

you continue panting quickly, hands gripping his hair tightly as your head throws itself back, "m-mhm...f-feels s-so...so deep, chris," you mewl softly.

chris smirks at you, moving faster and deeper into you. one of his hands moves to your stomach as he watches his bulge move in and out of you while pressing down on it, "yeah? feel me right here?" he purrs in a low grunt.

you nod your head, your thighs beginning to shake at the immense pleasure he's giving you, face all fucked out for him, "y-yeah...yeah," you whimper.

"mhm, tell me how good 'm makin' you feel, ma," he growls hoarsely, moving a hand to grip your thigh on his shoulder while it shakes, holding you steady, "wanna hear ya say it."

"s-so good! you...y-you feel s-so good," you breathe out shakily following by a squeaky moan, "i-i'm so...so close..."

chris smirks down at you, moving his hand from your stomach to your hip to keep your almost trembling body stable, "atta girl, yeah? gonna make a mess, baby?"

you nod and before you can get words out, you're sharply gasping. the pressure in your tummy erupts, causing you to throw your head back into his pillows while your face contorts. your cum milks chris' dick deep inside you while you yelp out, "u-uh! ooohhh, chris!"

chris snickers at your climax, fucking you through it as he speaks hoarsely, "there ya go, there it is. love when y'make those pretty sounds f'me."

you pant quickly, chris' thrusts growing more messy and uncoordinated while he grunts and his fingers dig into your skin. you know he's close by the marks his nails leave in your skin.

"fuuuck, you're gonna make me cum," he grunts followed by his eyes rolling back. he gives you one last thrust before he curses under his breath, twitching inside you and painting your walls white with his cum.

chris pulls out of you while panting, you stare up at him with lazy eyes, breathing deeply as he watches his seed drip out of you and he smirks, using a finger to push it back into you, "fuckin' take that shit," he breathes out.

he pulls his finger back out, looking down at you with a now softened smirk, "you okay, mama?"

you nod with a lazy smile, catching your breath, "mhm, i'm okay. you were perfect."

chris smiles gently, leaning down and leaving a soft peck on your lips, "just couldn't help myself, that outfit was too gorgeous."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i had so much fun writing this this was also inspired by something i saw on tiktok, it was chris on stream and it said something like "pov: you're giving chris a fashion show while on stream." also i hope the way i explained how the lingerie looks wasn't too confusing :/

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[yeonzzzn]

your eyes only ; hyung line

when you send enha hyung line a “your eyes only” text following up with nudes. warnings: swearing. suggestive content MDNI. sending nudes through text message. degrading names. praising.

𝐻𝐸𝐸𝒮𝐸𝒰𝒩𝒢:

you would totally shoot him with the ‘your eyes only’ text while he’s at work. waiting until the ‘read at xx:xx’ to pop up under your message, knowing he was probably freaking out. and freaking out is EXACTLY what he’s doing. heeseung would whip his head back and forth before running his thumbs as fast as he could across the screen of his phone to text you back. heeseung: yn i’m at work please you: ;) you: [2 photo attachments] heeseung’s pants immediately were tight at the sight before him. one hand squeezing your right breast while two fingers spread the lips of your pussy wide showing off how wet you are. whipping his head back and forth to make sure no one else just so happened to be standing behind him or walking pass and see his phone. using his arm to cover his very obvious hard on. heeseung couldn’t make it to the bathroom and locking the door quick enough. his heart racing faster than his thumbs could text you back, taking a photo of just how hard his cock was through his pants. heeseung: look what you’ve fucking done heeseung: [1 photo attachment] heeseung: i’m ruining that pussy when i get home

𝒥𝒪𝒩𝒢𝒮𝐸𝒪𝒩𝒢:

jay would be in the middle of having boys night with his friends when you hit him with the ‘your eyes only’ text. not even waiting for him to read the first message before following up with the nudes. jay would just be laughing and smiling wide with his friends until his phone dings from your text only to quickly lock his phone the minute your messages are open, eyes wide and ears red and praying to any higher being listening that none of his friends saw the photo. he would excuse himself and walk into the bathroom. he’d reach for the water faucet letting the cool liquid cover his hands before splashing his face, hoping it’ll cool him off. but it obviously didn’t. he couldn’t get the photo out of his head. barely saw it for a second and it was imprinted into memory. the way the lamp that sat behind the standing mirror in your shared bedroom illuminated your figure in the dark room left him dizzy. how the light so perfectly shaped the outline of your ass and back. how beautifully your hair hung over your shoulder and one arm covering your breasts. how you were biting your lip and giving him a wink. “fuck,” he whispered under his breath, palming himself to feel any sort of relief as he finally texts you back. jay: baby oh fuck jay: who do you think you are sending me nudes while i’m with my friends? you’d bite your lip as you reply back to him. you: but seongie, i need you :( you: [1 photo attachment he would fling his head back at the new photo of your thighs pressed tightly together, your slick shining against them from the lamp and palmed himself faster. jay: want to act like a slut? jay: just want until i get home jay: i’ll fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl

𝒥𝒜𝐸𝒴𝒰𝒩:

jake would be busy playing video games for hours on end. seeing on discord that he’s in the server with his friends. obviously you wanted his attention, and what best way to get that than to send a cute little ‘for your eyes only, pup <3’ text and attach a cute little photo of your legs spread wide and fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. the match jake was in ended, and the first thing he did was reach for his phone, remembering seeing you texted him just to drop his phone two seconds after opening your texts. “oh, fuck,” he breathed with a shaky voice. his friend instantly questioning him on his random f bomb usage. jake mutes his mic, not even answering them and picking his phone up from the floor. jake: oh baby jake: holy shit jake: please tell me you’re still touching yourself you: i am, pup <3 jake would be biting down at his plump lips, leaning his head back into his chair, replying back asking for a video of proof, which you so obediently gave him. you: [1 video attachment] you: need your fingers jakey :( jake: i know baby, being such a good girl, keep it up. i’ll be there in twenty

𝒮𝒰𝒩𝒢𝐻𝒪𝒪𝒩:

sunghoon dragged you to some family/friend reunion. both of you bored out of your minds. this event has been going on for hours and sunghoon eventually left your side because some old friends dragged him off to the kitchen and now you sat on the couch with his younger sister and a few of her friends, even more bored than before now that sunghoon wasn’t at your side. then an idea popped into your head, remembering the after shower nudes you took earlier in the bathroom mirror. you smirked as you pull your phone from your pocket. you: your eyes only <3 you: [2 photo attachments] you looked up at your boyfriend in the kitchen, watching as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, stopping mid sentence and locking his phone quickly and darting his eyes off to you. you continued to smirk meanwhile sunghoon was losing his mind at the photos you sent. the first one being the condensation mirror, but your naked body barely being seen but exposed enough. the second one being the exact same but a streak across the mirror, showing off only how perky your breasts were while the rest was covered by the condensation. it made him dizzy and pants grow tighter. sunghoon took a few steps back from his friends just enough for his phone to be away from eye level, and reopening your texts. sunghoon: this is a very dangerous game you’re playing right now princess sunghoon: meet me in the car in ten minutes sunghoon: i’m fucking you against that bathroom counter

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[emphistic]

Obsessed with your work frfr. Can I get a fic or anything you're comfortable with sukuna's friends coming over to his place and the reader sleeping in his bed or smth and him getting all protective and his friends teasing him. Thanks!

"You two are so annoying," Sukuna muttered into his mic, looking back at your calmly sleeping figure on his bed.

"Don't be such a party pooper, 'Kuna!" Gojo's laughter sounded through the pink-haired man's headset.

"I told you already, don't call me that."

"Aww, so your girlfriend can call you pet names but little ol' me can't? You're really showing your true colors here, man," Gojo feigned to cry.

"Could not care less," Sukuna rolled his eyes, his fingers swiftly clicking on the keyboard as he continued his game.

"I am to going to come over there and fuck you up."

"Satoru—" Geto tried to stop his white-haired friend.

"Try me. I'll kick your ass." Sukuna quickly retorted.

"Nah, I'd win."

A pinging sound was emitted through the Discord call as Gojo disconnected. Geto sighed, "Let's hope he's not actually going."

"Knowing him he's probably just going to rejoin the call. Give it a few minutes."

The few minutes were given and Gojo did not rejoin the call or the game lobby.

Sukuna drummed his fingers on his desk, clearly bored. "Damn, that idiot is really out of it today, huh. Died three games in a row to a bunch of newbies, and now thinks he can beat me in fight."

"I'll see if I can catch him midway, and drag him back," Geto suggested.

"Good luck with that," Sukuna chuckled.

Another ping sounded through Sukuna's headset as Geto left the call. The pink-haired man disconnected from the call as well, and sat up from his chair, slowly walking over towards you.

He admired your sleeping face, the fall and rise of your chest slightly hidden beneath your (his) sweater, the drool dribbling down your chin onto his pillow — which he didn't mind.

He gingerly brushed aside a strand of your hair so he could get an even better look at your face. Despite having been together for more than two years now, Sukuna still blushed at the thought and sight of you. Could you blame him though?

Sukuna slightly jumped at the sound of his doorbell ringing. He looked down at you to see if you had woken up from that but you only shifted a bit, unconsciously nuzzling your face into his palm, seeking his warmth.

What the hell? Was that dumbass actually being for real? Sukuna thought, as he reluctantly pulled away from you and walked out his room to go open the door.

This time, instead of the doorbell ringing, there was a pounding on the door.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Sukuna quickly unlocked the door and, lo and behold, standing outside was a scene he was not expecting to see, like, ever.

Gojo, bent down with his hands on his knees, dripping sweat and huffing and puffing. Tufts of his white hair were everywhere, even more messed up than usual. Geto, who was leaning on the wall for support, was not looking much better than his friend.

"I'm sorry," Geto said, his chest heaving, "I tried to stop him, I swear."

Sukuna scrunched up his face, "You ran . . . all the way over here? From your building?"

"Uh huh, that's right," Gojo held out a thumbs up, still heavily panting. "Let me in, I'm going to beat your ass up now."

"No way in Hell, Satoru. And even if I did, you are in no condition to go toe to toe with me," Sukuna pointed to himself with his thumb at the word 'me'.

"C'mon, dude. I need a water, my throat is as dry as your game," Gojo continued to pursue.

"Yeah, my game is just sooo dry, huh? I'm literally the only one here with a girl on my arm."

"Bro, just let me in," Gojo pushed Sukuna aside, and stumbled into his apartment. Geto glanced at Sukuna with an apologetic look on his face, "My bad."

Sukuna sighed, mouthing, "Don't worry about it."

The three men settled in the kitchen. Gojo stuck his head in Sukuna's fridge and searched for a cold drink. Having finally fished one out, he stood back upright, leaning on the counter and drinking.

"So," the white-haired male said, between gulps, "where's the girl?"

"The girl?"

Gojo nodded, still drinking. "Uh huh. Where she at?"

"Sleeping." Sukuna gestured to the closed door at the other end of the apartment.

"How rude of her, the most amazing, handsomest man is in her home and she is sleeping?" Gojo placed his water bottle on the counter, and put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

"’Don't blame her. I would do the same," Geto joked, Sukuna let out a reverberating laugh.

Gojo rolled his eyes, before storming over to your room. Sukuna quickly moved to standing in front of the door, blocking Gojo from entering.

"Hmm, what's this? You have something to hide, Sukuna? Perhaps . . . drugs? Substances? Or maybe, another girl in your bed?" Gojo rubbed his chin with both his index and thumb simultaneously.

Sukuna scowled at Gojo, "You don't know shit. I do not have another girl in there."

Gojo raised a brow, "Then why would you not want me entering?"

"Because you would wake the girl up, obviously," Geto added, coming to Sukuna's defense.

Sukuna sighed, "Fine, you wanna see so bad? Be my guest." Sukuna turned around and twisted the knob, pushing the door open. He was the first to step in.

Gojo snickered, his eyes landing on your form, "Guess you don't have another girl in here."

"Will you quiet down? You're going to wake her up and she's going to kick you two out. You know she gets more cranky than anyone else," Sukuna whisper-shouted, not helping his cause.

"Tch, she would never kick me out. I'm a literal blessing to be near," everyone rolled their eyes at Gojo's remark.

At this, you rolled over in bed, opening your eyes to glare at the three men in your bedroom.

"I've been awake for the last two hours, you assholes. You guys are so loud that even when Sukuna is wearing headphones I can still hear Gojo screaming his head off. I mean, seriously, do you guys ever close your mouths? For, like, even a second."

The three men all switched their gazes between you, and each other. Geto was the only one sensible enough to apologize to you, before stepping out of the room and leaving you to continue glaring at Sukuna and Gojo, who were now both sweating buckets.

"Baby, I swear, I tried to stop them—"

"Don't 'baby' me," you glowered at your lover.

"Oooh, someone's in trouble," Gojo didn't even attempt to muffle his laughter.

"You: Gojo, get out. Sukuna, you can make your own dinner."

"Wha– babe, please, you're cooking is way—"

"Don't make me say it again."

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[f4rfields]

ngl sometimes the sentiment of "don't ever say anything that might suggest someone may be trans ever" on tumblr being as pervasive as it is feels less like a "i'm trying to be respectful of how you identify/not trying to pry into something you may not be comfortable with" thing and more adjacent to the "trans-as-social-contagion" line that transphobes have.

i didn't feel like i was able to id as anything but cis woman until one of my transfem nb lesbian friends took the time to ask me how i felt about my relationship to gender after watching me post quite a bit in the vent channels on a discord server we were both on. she told me that a lot of the feelings i was having about my relationship to gender and sexuality were things she had also felt before when figuring her own relationship to it out (albeit her journey was different because she also has to navigate transmisogyny), that i shouldn't be afraid to explore the possibility of being nonbinary and even just using "lesbian" as a means to describe my relationship to gender if that felt right, and that i wouldn't be stepping on anyone's toes in doing so.

and that conversation was like a sigh of relief to me after having held my breath for years and being afraid of putting an actual name to how i felt about myself. tbh, if she hadn't reached out, i'd probably still be here telling myself that i'm a cis woman despite how much the concept made me want to crawl out of my skin and made me feel like i was having to smother a part of myself in the process. and i do not think that this is a completely unique experience.

while there's always a line that can be crossed when it comes to just about any personal topic and ultimately that gender identity is journey of self-discovery, the idea that even mildly and compassionately suggesting that someone might benefit from exploring options with their gender identity during a heart-to-heart is somehow inherently disrespectful, or god forbid, predatory (especially when it comes to transfems) is something a lot of people need to unpack.

[shynetyme06]

THEY’RE FINALLY HERE‼️ Meet Inkblot (Blot for short), the dad of all time, the saddest not-sad guy there is, and depending on how you feel about their unrelenting support of the Beings Who Watch, the most infuriating person alive !!

I resisted the urge to make 1632 more pj designs instead to show y’all the other most important character to the story, the very plot hinges on their actions (or lackthereof)

Some more ramblings and bonus art under the cut 😋 (Credit to Comyet for og Ink :D)

- Blot is a bit (A LOT) of a workaholic, needing to be busy and having something to do at all times, and considering the fact that he kinda isolated himself from everyone, his job was the only thing he’s had to stay active for a while (until he found PJ that is)

- He is 1 singular inch taller than canon Ink, just because

- Neither of his eyelights are able to turn blue 💙 (he also cannot cry, not normally at least)

- Currently, he isn’t actually called Blot in-universe by anyone, it was a nickname suggested by my friend (hi Shay!!!) in a discord server that has so many Ink variants we needed to differentiate. It does very well have a place in the lore tho, and for that reason I wouldn’t actually recommend calling him Blot to his face ;D

- Even with his years-long halt in socializing, Blot is as energized as ever with all characters he does end up interacting with, his behavior dips into unsettling territory sometimes tho. He’s just a really positive guy nothing to worry about

Now, for the art I’ve cooked up for him overtime before getting to this reference, including an old reference lmao

(yeah he essentially stayed the exact same I’m just not very happy with the old drawing anymore, he needed to look shorter okay)

Sighh I love him so much I hope he doesn’t die <33