#put the uwu's in the bag

[ifwebefriends]

He is SO babygirl puppydog I ADORE him 💖💘💓🩷💕❤️❤️‍🔥

[irulancorrino]

one of my packages...... came with a hole in it......... there's nothing in the bag...... I received a bag full of air

[lionblaze03-2]

I keep hearing people saying that nobody cared that to break in a glove was cut from the deh movie alongside other way more important songs but they’re wrong. I care. I’ve always cared. Larry my boy what did they do to you

[oblivioussloth]

Every so often I feel like I’m overreacting about the whole “being in a room that I haven’t gotten to design and decorate myself actively worsens my depression” thing but like I finally got to hang one (1) whole thing up on the wall and I feel physically high

[neverendingford]

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[swagging-back-to]

tw lots of bad stuff, torture, violation, etc

one thing people allllways seem to overlook when it comes to someone being tortured by kept tied to a bed or in a tube or whatever is the use of catheters--both urethral and intrarectal-- colostomy bags, and any other waste collection device i dont know about.

it's already INCREDIBLY violating to have catheters put in with consent by someone you trust, let lone by your captor/abuser/torturer against your will. Not to mention the pain that comes with not being able to move and have control over your body, the possibility of severe infection if the device isnt changed or cleaned. colostomy bags are less violating surface level, but depending on the amount of colon an/or intestines removed, as well as if barbie bum surgery was conducted, it can be a drastically life altering and emotionally damaging experience knowing you'll never be able to shit on your own or actually feel your bowel movements (a slightly less life threatening con to this, specifically for gay males, is that they cant have have anal sex if they have barbie bum surgery). Depending on how much of the intestines were removed, malnutrition could also be a major risk. Colostomy bags also require much more upkeep and cleaning, because it's literally a gaping hole in your stomach leading directly to your organs.

[bbunisre]

11: MEGUMI'S (surprise) BIRTHDAY PARTY (0.3k)

“There’s something going on.” Megumi announces as soon as he enters your car on the day of his surprise party.

Megumi would debunk it was what you thought before picking him up. His household forgetting his birthday? Megumi would figure it out. You tilt your head, “What do you mean?”

“Tsumiki and Gojo are acting weird…you know about it.”

You laugh, hands on your steering wheel. In the corner of your eye, you spot Panda sneaking around the house to help decorate, a suspicious brown bag in his hand. You sigh, “Happy birthday, Megumi.”

He blinks at you, lashes fluttering as if he didn’t believe you ruined the surprise.

“Thank you.”

There was no point keeping it a secret when Megumi knows about it anyway. Gojo, Tsumiki and you have gone out of your way every year to make sure Megumi has a good birthday and feels appreciated every year. Although he’d prefer to keep things on the down low, it’s his birthday for God’s sake. He deserved to be celebrated.

You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it. Tsumiki’s throwing you a surprise party though. I know there’s no way to fooling you but please go along with this to make Tsumiki happy.”

“I will.” he nods, putting his seatbelt on, “Is this part of the plan?”

“Me taking you out for the day?”

“Yeah.”

“Basically. I hope you didn’t take it was weird of me to bring you out on your birthday.” you respond, “Especially after…”

Mentally, you curse yourself for not stopping yourself. Why did you have to keep bringing up something that was an accident?

Megumi visibly blushes, “N-No. Um…where are we going?”

You clear your throat, “We’re going to get lunch at that place you like. My treat, obviously.”

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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

The disrespect toward indigenous peoples is what popped put at me today in one of your posts. I wonder how long the English have been looking down on the Welsh. We're the Saxons like that or is it the Normans who really thought they were better than everyone else. Cause it seems like it goes back a long way.

Oh, both, just in different ways. The Normals were imperialist, the Saxons were more theft and landgrab.

Something that makes me want to start hurling knives is the INCREDIBLY COMMON English myth that the Anglo-Saxons were a sweet innocent indigenous British people who were conquered and bullied by those mean nasty Normans (and Vikings), and because the Normans came over via France, that means everything was actually THEIR fault, and the true English i.e. the Anglo-Saxons, were victims too :(

When I say it's incredibly common, by the way, I really mean it. Enormous numbers of modern day English people believe this. I've seen BBC programs about the Viking invasions that claimed without a trace of irony that the Vikings would take slaves from "the native Anglo-Saxons". I've literally had English people comment this shit on posts of mine about Celtophobia and Welsh history. Like I'm there describing how the last Prince of Wales was locked in a wooden cage in Bristol Castle at the age of eight and lived out the remainder of his life there until his fifties so the Welsh would know their place, and some snivelling English cunt will straight up write a message going "Teehee really it was the Normans not the English though and they conquered the poor Anglo-Saxons too, poor England uwu"

Anyway in the dying days of the Roman empire in Britain one of the leading reasons for Rome abandoning Britannia was the constant waves of Anglo-Saxon invaders. There were so many the east coast of Britain became known as the Saxon Shore. There were so many the Romans built a line of forts that were and are literally called Saxon Shore Forts. There were so many that an official, historically documented, paid governmental position in Roman Britain was the Count of the Saxon Shore, i.e. the guy responsible for keeping the bastards out.

Rome had banned native military, of course, so when they then withdrew and took the armies with them, the people left had no defences against the incoming waves of Angles, Saxons and Jutes. England fell pretty quickly, Angles in the north, Saxons in the south, Jutes primarily in the east, I believe. What stopped their westward expansion was the Brythonic Celtic nations living in modern day Wales. And this is the origin of the Welsh dragon - those separate kingdoms needed a banner that united them, and represented Not Saxon. An anti-Saxon force. They chose a red dragon.

This is also the origin of King Arthur. An anti-Saxon king of the Brythons, who would repel these Germanic invaders. (It was several centuries later that England realised they should probably steal the term 'British', because otherwise they were marking themselves as 'not native'.)

Anyway the saving grace of the Anglo-Saxons in the end was actually that they were whiny little bitches who gave up trying to fight in Wales with its difficult mountains and fought each other instead. The whole sorry tale of the Heptarchy is the various Anglo-Saxon kingdoms fighting like cats in a bag, while Saxon king Offa built a dyke along the Welsh border and went "WELL YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED OVER HERE" and every Welsh king went "...we literally didn't want to conquer you anyway, you spectacularly sad and stupid man"

Oh, and of course, there's the name 'Wales'. Given to us specifically by the Anglo-Saxons. And translated by centuries of English scholars, mostly very smugly, as 'foreigners'. A fun bit of early propaganda, look - foreigners in our own country that they tried and failed to steal.

All of which is a circuitous way of saying - yeah, it goes way back.

[igotanidea]

Father's day present : dad!Jason Todd x mum!reader

I'm so in love with this graphic UwU.

Requested by @parkjammys: sweet Jason fluff of him and his girls celebrating his first Father's Day, and although his baby girl is only a like year old she just knows her mum is giving dad kisses and copies her. (hope this will lift your spirits a bit, candice :) )

This is just purest form of fluff. Get your tissues ready.

***

„Who’s my little sunshine?” Y/N cooed standing above the cradle watching her 1 year old daughter with a bright smile and yet, slightly wet eyes.

God!

If a year ago someone told her, that despite all the vigilantism she will have a kid with Jason, she would simply laugh at that person face.

But now? Now, she was the happiest woman on earth. She had an amazing partner and a child, both of whom she loved with all her heart. And it was even better since it was fully reciprocated.

“Gagagaga” d/n babbled, putting her little fingers in her mouth, laughing at her mother’s funny face, looking just so adorable.

“Oh, my little one” Y/N reached inside and her daughter immediately extended her tiny arms, ready to be lifted and hugged. “Who’s mummy’s daughter?” Y/N rubbed d/n nose, getting another giggle “You are. Yes, you are. Oh, I love you so much, peanut” the girl kissed the top of her daughter head, rubbing her back and holding her tightly to her chest. “And your daddy loves you too. And why we speak of your dad, we have a very special day today, you know….”

“Dada, dada, dada…..”

“Yes, honey. Dada. That’s right.” Y/N sighed “It’s Jay’s first father’s day and we are both going to make sure it’s special for him. God knows, how much he had to go through to get just a bit of happiness with us.”

“Dada!” d/n crowed again, squirming in her mother’s arm as apparently she saw something behind. At first, Y/N got scared that some assassin broke into the house and were to attack, hurt or kidnap them both, giving Jace another trauma instead of a happy father’s day (can you blame her considering the past experience?), but it was just the talk of the devil.

“Well, hello to you two my lovely daughter and her equally lovely mother.” Jason smiled brightly, closing the door behind him.

“Hi, honey.” Y/N whispered taking a moment to appreciate him being safe and healthy, not bruised, bloodied, scared or bleeding. Despite the fact that he didn’t fully give up on his vigilantism, he was far more careful during patrols. He knew what he had to loose. And that little moments, where they could just be a normal family, laughing and spending time together were everything for Y/N.

“How was my troublemaker today?” Jason took a step forward, leaning over and pecking Y/N’s forehead “did you get some time for yourself?”

“Just a bit. But you know, d/n is definitely father’s daughter” Y/N let out a chuckle “quicksilver. Gotta keep an eye on her cause otherwise….”

“Oh, I know what can happen. Do you need rest, love?”

“No, not really” the girl shook her head “I rest best knowing I have you two with me. But. Since it’s your celebration, we got a little gift for you. Can you take her so I can bring it?” Y/N handed the daughter to Jace who grabbed her tightly and did a little helicopter in the air, making funny sounds and entertaining his little girl. And to think that he was the one worried he would be a bad father.

He was the best.   

“Wait, you said my celebration?” he frowned  a bit, confused “it’s not my birthday or anything like that so what….?

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you forgot” Y/N yelled from the other room and soon came back holding a small paper bag “It’s father’s day, obviously.”

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes grew wide. His very first father’s day. The second that thought hit him, his eyes watered a bit. There was still this little, vicious voice inside, that sometimes told him that he did not deserve any of this. That after everything he did, he should not ever interfere with anyone’s life. That no matter how hard he would try, one or both of his girl will end up getting hurt because of him.

“Jace….” Y/N quickly approached him, cupping his cheek, recognizing all the signs of his doubts and memories and impending mental breakdown “Jason, baby, look at me.” He listened, his eyes focusing on her pretty face “I love you.” she simply said “your daughter loves you. We need you, baby. The past is in the past, what you did or who you were does not define you, you hear me? That was not you.”

“thank you….” he whispered “it’s just…. a lot.”

“I know, love, but you are not alone. Hell, you should know by now you will never be. You got us. You got family, Jason.”

“I love you both.”

“We know.” Y/n smiled and stood on her tiptoes, capturing Jason’s lips in hers quickly, pulling away way too soon for his liking. So taking the initiative, adjusting his grip on his daughter, he wrapped his other hand around the mother, pulling her back.

“I’m not done with you.��� he mumbled, leaning forehead on hers.

“Really?” Y/N smiled, pecking his right cheek and then left and then his nose, giggling.

“Still not enough.” he connected their mouths again, kissing her with all the love and passion he felt. Jason was not good with words, especially with the big ones, but his actions and his gestures were the best expression of them and Y/N learned that through the years they were together.

“Jason!” the girl squealed and pulled away the second she felt his hand sneak under her T-shirt “Not in front of our daughter! And not now!”

“Later than?” his eyes became a bit darker as he watched the blush creeping on Y/N’s cheek. At this point answer wasn’t even necessary. “Besides.” He continued as d/n started wriggling a bit “I don’t think our grig mind us being all touchy-feely towards each other.”

“What do you…?” Y/N started, but as her gaze landed on her daughter she couldn’t hold back a laugh. D/N put her little arms on Jason’s shoulder for some balance as she leaned forward pressing her little, soft lips against his cheek leaving a wet mark. And then she giggled and repeated the action two more times.

“mamamamama”

“Oh yes, that’s right. That’s what mummy does to make daddy feel better” Jason whispered, heart clenched with all the feelings “guess she got her observational skills and intelligence from you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making this the best father’s day I could ever imagine.”

“You didn’t even open your present yet…..” Y/N pointed out.

“You both are my presents. I just want to be with you and hold you. Is that ok?” he whispered.

“Sure, Jason. As long as you want.”

“Perfect.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, minds wandering in some places only he knew. “But I still get to open that bag, right?” it only took him a  minute to get back to his smug attitude he didn’t lose during the years.

“Sure, babe. We definitely have a no return policy when it comes to any present.”

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafighter!sukuna ryomen x coach!reader

Part 2. The New Coach.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna Ryomen is a fighter with anger issues. Beating his ass once won't stop his shitty attitude. The training session is on. Contents: Jinx AU. Fighting. Cursed words. Sukuna is always angry. Itadori and Sukuna are brothers. Reader and Sukuna have top energy. Word Count: 2927 words. Author's Note: So I posted this in AO3 like two days ago, and I forgot to post it here lmao. Sowwy uwu

When Sukuna said he wanted to start immediately, he wasn’t joking. He ordered me to follow him to start away. We returned to a gym full of confused fighters, witnessing the strongest fighter dragging his new coach by the arm. Nanami scolded him, telling him that he should be more careful around me, but Sukuna didn’t give a shit about it. He was really a tough one.

“You are not doing the sit-ups correctly. Don't bend your back,” I ordered as I watched Sukuna's posture like a vulture. His breath was shaking with each sit up, sweat was starting to show up gradually under his armpits, and he was focusing on doing the exercise correctly. At the end of the day, he is a boxer, it is understandable that he doesn’t like leg workouts. He was visibly upset, but if he doesn’t want to be defeated by a floor fighter, he should start training and thinking like one. 

The secret to becoming a great floor fighter is flexibility. Using your legs in your favor will always lead you to the good path. Being a floor fighter requires being intuitive, and sometimes, creative. Most fighters are often used to only using their upper body to defend themselves and use their legs just to move fast, Sukuna is one of those. I needed to change his mindset. 

The sight of one of the fighters caught my attention. He must be one of the younger fighters in the gym. He was a thin, black haired boy with curious blue eyes. I didn't pay him any mind because maybe he was just a fan of Sukuna, and he was watching him and not me. 

I ordered Sukuna to do stretching exercises. Trying to reach for your toes sitting down is something that sounds easy in theory, but it's pretty hard in practice. I saw him struggling to even reach them with the tip of his fingers. Sukuna groaned under his breath, trying to do the exercise right. His black tribal tattoos stretched, following the flow of his tender skin. 

“I know you can,” I cheered behind him, pushing his sweaty back with my palms to make him reach further. 

I felt around his back with my curious fingers to learn his anatomy. His shoulders were wide, his shoulder blades; sharp, and his back was super tensed. It was like I was feeling a giant brick wall. My hand traveled to his shoulders, being careful enough to not tickle him. I squeezed the curvature to inspect them. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me, abandoning his posture to look at me. I slapped the back of his head. 

“Look forward!” I yelled back. He squeezed his teeth to avoid saying something else, focusing again on the stretching exercise. “Can you just relax? You are tenser than a suspect of murder.” I said, pushing his shoulders downwards. 

“Sukuna is always tense, it’s in his nature.” A woman behind me said. A brunette with deep eyes and clear skin, aside from her tired violet eye bags. “My name is Shoko Ieri, I’m his physiotherapist,” she introduced herself. I introduced myself as well. She looked like a very serious and observant person. Even though she didn’t have a friendly face, I could see that she took her job very seriously. 

“Sukuna had a therapy session now,” she said. Sukuna sighed and stood up. Without seeing me or saying goodbye, he went to one of the healing rooms. I ground my teeth upon the lack of consideration, I had to remember myself who I was working with. Apparently today’s training was done. 

“It looks like you will accept the job.” Nanami approached me while I was putting away my stuff in my bag. His face was more relaxed than in the morning.

“I've wanted the job since I entered,” I answered, unwrapping the bandages off my hands. 

“Really? You didn’t look like it,” he said. 

He was right. There was an explanation for it. Last night I researched everything I could about Sukuna. If his manager told me that he goes all out to get rid of his coaches, I need to go all out as well. I had to make sure Sukuna could see that he needed me so he could maintain his champion title. 

“The key of a good coach is to make the trainee see the clear power difference. As a light heavyweight champion, Sukuna struggles to see that difference,” I explained with a wise voice. I knew what I was talking about from experiences. I was a woman in the middle of a male dominated world.

“You were planning to fight against him from the beginning?” He asked curiously. I just nodded. This was my only way to make him see and know what will be the result of his next fight if luck isn’t by his side. 

Nanami led me to his office, so I could sign my job contract under the conditions we previously talked on the phone. I had fixed schedules, which allowed me to continue teaching jiu jitsu lessons on the weekends. The pay was excellent and made me feel like I was in the UFC again. I was happy everything went according to plan, I just needed to continue having Sukuna under my wig. 

Also, Nanami let me know that Sukuna had an upcoming fight in two months, so I had to be really strict with him so he could be ready. When I heard the name of his opponent, I knew I had to take things to the next level quickly. 

“It’s so nice having some time away from that brat,” Gojo said as he stretched his arms while sitting on the office couch. “I was praying for this day to come.” 

“What day?” I asked. 

“The day somebody kicked his ass. His ego meter has gone through the roof. I didn’t know if I could handle him anymore,” he explained, visibly irritated. 

“You don’t seem to be too fond of him,” I commented. 

“Don’t get me wrong. Sukuna is great, an amazing fighter, but he is just too stubborn,” he said. I thought the same way. His technique, adaptability, and strength were obvious. Yeah, he was an asshole, but a very impressive asshole. 

“How long have you been training him for?” I asked him, curious about how he got the job. Did he have to do something like I did?

“Sukuna and I went way back, I was his first coach. I met him when he was 10 years old.”  I knew Sukuna was 22 so that meant he had been coaching that little shit for over 12 years. 

Gojo must be a saint by this point. I bet Sukuna was one of those brats with too much energy and time on his hands. I could picture him bullying his classmates and running around the dojo while Gojo tried to give the lesson. 

“He was always like this?” 

“Nah, he was worse before. His little brothers were the ones who got the nice genetics from his father.” Gojo pointed to the window to another pink-haired boy, he was with the black haired that caught my attention earlier. They were running on a treadmill while chatting. He had a bright smile and a friendly vibe. “He is a great kid. He works really hard, but Sukuna is on another level.” 

Exiting the small sports office, I made my way to the elevator to go home, but the boy with black hair and Sukuna’s little brother caught my attention again. Now they were discreetly looking at me, whispering things to each other. Now, I needed to know what they were whispering about. 

“Can I help you?” I asked them as I got closer to them. They looked at me with a spark of surprise in their eyes, as if I caught them in the act. 

“Hey, my name is Yuuji and my friend, Megumi, just wanted to ask you something,” the friendly pinky said while pushing his friend to step forward. Yuuji seemed to be someone genuine and friendly. On the other side, Megumi was reserved and poker-faced. 

“Hi Megumi, what can I do for you?” I asked like he was a new student in my gym. 

“I saw the fight today, you are very talented,” Megumi complimented me. I didn’t know if he was genuine or not because his voice was monotone. “I was wondering if you could you give me some fighting advice,” he asked. I checked the hour since I wanted to go home, but it was pretty early. I was still in the mood for some training, plus these two can be a lot of help because they know Sukuna more than I did. 

“I’ll do it if you buy me a sandwich later on,” I asked with a smile. They looked at each other in excitement and they accepted. 

Training Megumi felt completely different to training Sukuna. Sukuna was a fierce beast with a destroyer punch, while Megumi was a strategist with a quick wit. His posture was great, his punches were connecting well, and his moves were well thought. He was punching my gauntlets with precision, following my pattern of moves. 

“You are doing it great,” I said while attacking him with the gauntlet so he could punch them to my speed. “But this is mixed martial arts, not fake wrestling.” 

My left gauntlet was supposed to be horizontal, signaling that he needed to dodge. Instead, I slapped him across the face and he dropped to the floor. Yuuji covered his face to not see his friend flop. Megumi grunted, struggling to get up from the surprise attack. 

“You are talented, kid. You just need to act more by instinct and not mind, do you get it?” I asked. Megumi nodded, getting back on his feet with grace. “Let’s go. One more time,” I prepared myself with the gauntlets.  

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Sukuna asked me angrily, standing outside the area we were practicing in. Apparently, his therapy was over.  

“We were in the middle of something, don’t you see?” I asked, not paying him any mind. This wasn’t enough for him. He stomped on me and tried to take my gauntlets by force. I squirmed around to release from his grip around my wrists. His hand was so big compared to mine, so it was hard to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I asked. I pushed him away from me with my elbow and he finally released me, 

“Who give you the right to coach someone else?! You are my coach and only mine!” He yelled, catching the attention of the surrounding fighters. I scoffed as I took the gauntlets off, I wasn’t in the mood to train anymore. Megumi tried to enter my defense, but I stopped him. 

“My contract stipulates that I can’t coach other active UFC members and fighters. Coaching Megumi doesn’t interfere with my contract,” I explained, keeping my cool. 

“This is my fault, brother. It’s just a one time thing,” Itadori said to Sukuna, trying to calm him down, but he was still throwing daggers at me. 

“I don’t give a shit what your contract says, if I say you quit training this little shit, you stop!” He screamed once again. 

“Megumi is a rookie and falls two divisions under yours. He is not a threat,” I defended him. 

“But he is the son of my next opponent, you stupid bitch,” he groaned. 

This caught me by surprise. I looked at Megumi looking for answers, but I just needed to take a good look at him. The resemblance was so obvious, how I didn’t see it before? He was a compact version of Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna’s next opponent. 

I have watched Toji’s fight live and on TV, and he was a real menace in the heavyweight division. He fights so naturally, fighting for him is as normalized in his body as walking. He always looked so calm and bored while fighting that it’s scary. 

“I only admitted him here because he is Itadori’s friend, so stop playing around and focus, or you’ll lose your job on the first day,” Sukuna threatened me. 

“Fine,”  I scoffed. Sukuna passed aside, pushing my shoulder to get back to his training. He knocked me out successfully. Yuuji followed him to keep trying to change his mind. 

“I am so sorry, I should have told you before,” Megumi apologized. 

“Don’t worry, I should have noticed before. You looked like your father,” Megumi’s face softened when he saw that I wasn’t mad at him. 

“Everyone says that, do you know him?” He asked, taking his boxing gloves off. 

“Not personally, he used to go to my old gym when I first started,” I explained. “He is an excellent fighter, why don’t you train with him?” Megumi shook his head at the idea. 

“He told me that if I wanted to ‘be better than him’, I should train away to get experience,” he explained. I could get behind that logic. 

“Well, I hope my advice today will help you to achieve that goal faster.” Megumi thanked me and continued with his training alone. 

A month passed by, and every training session with the champion was a challenge. Sukuna is not the type of person who likes to receive orders whatsoever, so I had to adjust my sentences every time I had to ask him to do something. For example, I now say “Let’s do some pushups” instead of “Give me 50 pushups.” Sukuna is just a big brat waiting for a reason to make a tantrum. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was doing this in the first place. 

“A good kick is not just about strength, it's about precision and speed. It’s about focusing on a target.” I told Sukuna, who was focused on my words. “Show me your best kick.” I asked him while patting the punching bag. 

I stepped aside so he could have the room to himself. He breathed deeply and did a standard kick so powerful that it made the punching bag swing. It was quite impressive, and he was quite proud of himself. I applauded him for his execution. 

“Did you like that?” He asked me with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I do like it, but it was too slow. Anyone could dodge that with an arm block. You are better than that,” I said as I made him step aside from the zone. “I want a quick swipe.” I said before kicking the bag as fast as I could with perfect form. The bag barely moved, but it sounded way louder than Sukuna’s. 

I heard someone clapping behind me and I thought it was Sukuna, but I was totally wrong. It was a tall man with long, raven black and deep, piercing eyes. I could see from his clothing that he wasn’t a fighter. He was wearing a maroon turtleneck with black pants and nice boots with a cross body bag. 

“That was a great kick,” he complimented me. 

There was an aura of mystery around him, a sense of depth that beckoned to be explored. He was like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, his heart guarded by walls built from his complex past. Yet, there was an undeniable warmth there, a flame that could ignite with the right touch. That aura was ruined by Sukuna of course. 

“What the fuck do you want, Choso? Can you see I am in the middle of training?” Sukuna scoffed at him. Choso’s aura completely changed from this cool, mysterious guy to a poker-faced boy who doesn’t want to deal with the king of the ring. 

“Where’s Yuuji? He asked me to bring him his lunch,” he explained as he pulled out a well wrapped lunchbox. 

“I don’t know. Maybe he is training, grabbing some water or fucking Megumi in the locker room, I don’t know.” Choso rolled his eyes and then looked at me. 

“You must be the new coach. Yuuji told me about you,” Choso greeted me with a respectful bow, which I reciprocated. 

“Oh, I see. Are you his friend?” I asked, Choso was about to answer, but then Yuuji came running up to him. 

“Hey, bro! Thanks for bringing my lunch, I was starving.” He excitedly said with a bright smile as usual. Choso smiled back at him and then checked his watch. 

“I should go back to work. It was nice finally meeting you,” Choso said goodbye and quickly left the gym. Yuuji followed him on the way out. I followed them with my eyes until they got to the elevator. 

“I hate when people just distract me from training,” Sukuna scoffed as he practiced the kick that I showed him. 

“He was cute, who is he?” I asked him curiously. Sukuna smirked at me. 

“You must be joking, right?” He asked. 

“Why would I be joking?” 

“I am not man winging my brother with my coach, hell nah!” I gasped as soon as he said that. 

“What? Your brother?” I asked in disbelief. 

“He is the middle one. Yuuji and him are pretty close,” he said before replicating my kick almost perfectly. Sukuna was a complete asshole, but he is an incredible fast learner. 

“You are not close to them too?” I asked him as I watched him prepare himself for another kick. 

“They are just another distraction,” he stated before kicking the bag perfectly. He is so insufferable sometimes.

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UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

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Gaz and The Unaware Three

kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader

a/n: i really fucking love gaz bro, and i whipped this outta my brain instead of my essay but uwu. tbh it's a mess, but it's my mess. hope ya'll enjoy and are safe xx drink water, and get some rests babes!

when it came to going on breaks, everyone knew that gaz went home, assuming he went by family. i mean it made sense didn't it? there were times he was on the phone texting someone, when asking who it was, and he just casually responds that it was someone from home. that was normal. why second guess that. another moment he was wrapping up a phone call, "alright, yes i will remember! it's my sisters birthday of course i will! okay. i love you. love you. g'night."

"was that your mummy? missing your mummy gaz?" soap teased watching the younger male pocket his phone. gaz playfully stared daggers at him,

"nah it wasn't, it was yours she just rang me to ask when i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence-"

"when i'll give her a son she'll actually love!" he booked it, soap close behind.

"aye! ya wee git!"

other than that, there was no telltale sign that he was in a relationship. thing is they would've known. right? i mean they spend every waking minute with one another, they woulda known. of course, they each were allowed to keep things to themselves, but to task 141, it was gaz! gaz was their unoffical but offical baby of the group! and were inherently protective of him without even realizing. heck one drunk night ghost and price surrounded the poor lad.

"gaz- kid- listen," price huffed, leaning close to gaz, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder, smelling heavily of whiskey and cigars, "i just want you to be happy with whoever! okay?" then he stabbed a finger in his chest, attempting to give him a serious stare, "i don't give a fuck who- who you- ah fuck, ghost?"

ghost, who had been looming over gaz had been nodding along with price's word and as soon as the captain faltered he stepped in, words slurred, "we will kill them if they ever hurt you? m'kay, gaz? gotit? and we don't give a FUCK what they identify as-"

"oi! i do-"

"shut up!" ghost put a gloved hand on gaz's other shoulder, leaning down, "i don't give a fuck whomever they are. if they hurt you- i can get rid of their body-"

it was laswell who came to gaz rescue, "hey see! if it's a women, laswell will beat her up if the witch hurts ya!" price hooraed, rising a glass in the air. laswell shaking her head, a smile on her face. the next morning, ghost said not one word, and price pretended he didn't remember anything from that night.

so, they all just think he's single.

till one mission gaz gets hurt and sent to the hospital. when they went to check on him they expected to see his family, but upon entering the hospital room, it was clear there had been people, with the amount of flowers, balloons and cards. but other than that it was just gaz.

making themselves known, they fell into conversation with the healing male, who suffered from a bullet wound and a broken leg. moments later the door to the room opened, you came in carrying a duffel bag, eyes focused on the items in the bag.

"okay, i washed your clothes and i packed some stuff that'll be easy for you to put on over the cast and yes i got your boxers with the kittens on them- oh, shoot." your heart jumped, seeing not just your partner staring at you, but three others, faces you immediately recognized from the photos gaz had sent you, "hi! oh sorry for Interrupting!" you beamed, sending them a large smile. "i'll just put this down and leave you's too it!"

soap was the one to jump up, feigning the persona of a perfect gentleman he grabbed the bag from you, "here, let me. are you gaz's sibling? can't be you're too pretty to be related to that." he grinned.

"oi!" gaz yelled, "soap get your ugly face away from my partner would you?"

everyone's jaw dropped. when you entered they assumed you could've been a friend of his, not really peicing that you could've been a partner and in their opinion, you were way out've his league.

"piss off! no, that's not your partner." ghost grumbled leaning back in the chair.

"excuse me what's that supposed to mean? babe, y'know what leave! they don't deserve to meet you- i'll see ya later." he exclaimed trying to wave you away.

"nonsense," soap scolded throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you further into the room, dropping the bag on the dresser. you grinned at gaz as the other two men got to their feet, gaz face still held one of being upset but his eyes were burning with happiness as he watched.

ghost and price loomed over you at first you thought it was tactic to intimidate you but now being this close, you could tell they were buzzing in excitement as they stared at you, "captain price and ghost? right? so which one of you said that you'd kill me if i hurt, gaz?" you grinned, ghost eyes slightly widened.

"that was him." price nodded to the masked man.

"price i thought you didn't remember that night?" ghost growled glaring at the male, who shrugged ignoring him.

you giggled, "it's fine, i'm happy to know gaz has you both to protect him. i'm y/n." shaking hands with both men who surprisingly, gently clasped yours. soap appearing at the otherside of price eagerly shook your hand.

"i'm-"

"soap. yes, i've uh, heard some things about you." you say amused.

"can you lot stop huddling my parnter?" gaz huffed watching the display. but they backed off, returning to their seats as you went over to sit beside him on the bed, pecking his cheek.

"awe, gaz ya talk bout us?" soap cooed.

"good things?"

"oh always cap." gaz confirmed, but when price looked at you, you subtly shook your head, only to quickly nod when gaz looked at you. "right babe?"

"mhm." you hummed. "most definitely."

it was safe to say that the meeting went well. gaz was practically beaming the whole time you and task 141 talked, especially bursting with happiness to see how much they enjoyed your company. your personality, and easy going attitude, even made ghost relaxed enough to join in on the conversations even providing a couple of jokes making the others roll their eyes, but he smiled in triumph behind the balaclava as you laughed.

"babe, it wasn't that good." gaz groaned, an arm around your waist. his fingers mindlessly drumming against your body. you shushed him, leaning into him a little.

soap sat up, "alright, alright- i got one!" but as soon as he went to say it, your alarm went off indicating it was time to go back to work.

"sorry, soap, how bout you tell me next time?" you say rising from the bed, gaz reluctantly letting you go.

"i'll save it just for you." he grinned.

"i'm holding you to that. alright, i will see you after work." you smile, going to kiss gaz's cheek only for him to turn and capture your lips. you blushed pulling away and seeing the men stare at you both, and you swore they had hearts in their eyes. "it was lovely to finally meet you all! will i see you all later?"

price shrugged getting to his feet the others doing the same, "not sure but just incase, we'll see you next time, yeah?"

"alright then!" you grinned, then surprising price you pulled him in for a quick hug. doing the same to soap.

when you pulled away he grinned, "y'know i wouldn't mind a cheeky kiss-"

"ghost, hit him." gaz scowled.

"on it." he nodded taking a step towards soap who actually let out a yelp, which made the man let out a low chuckle. he turned to you, you went to go hug him too but stopped,

"gaz mentioned something about how you threw someone to the ground because they tried to hug you?"

ghost's eyes crinkled ever so slightly, breifly flickering to the blushing Scotsman. "right." he confirmed watching as you stuck out a hand instead, his gloved one meeting it.

"well it was nice to meet you." stepping away, price went with you to the door, your eyes locked with the man in the bed, who stared at you with big eyes and a small smile on his face. "love you." you grinned, blowing him a kiss.

and cheesily, he caught it. "love you!" he called as price closed the door behind you. once gone, his smile on his face remained, feeling all giddy on the inside as he still felt your warmth and your softness. yet he was jerked out've his head when a hand rested on his leg, specifically the injured one. his heart jumped seeing the three men staring down at him from the end of the bed, eyes like daggers. "what? what'd i do!?"

it was ghost to speak up, "you hurt them and i'll kill ya gaz."

"or they can replace you in the task force instead." price added.

"or both."

"or both." price confirmed. soap nodded in agreement, folding his arms.

gaz stared at them confused, "weren't you lot the one to threaten them? if they hurt me?" he said exasperated.

"yeah nah, not any more lad." price grinned. "they seem smart, it would be you who woulda did something."

"oh my gosh," gaz groaned rubbing his face, "nurse! nurse! these men are a threat to my mental health!" they all grinned, backing off into their prior position. if anything, they were happy for him but had questions.

espeically price, "now why the heck didn't you tell us about them earlier?" he huffed, somewhat offended that he didn't know.

gaz shurgged, "it wasn't on purpose, cap! i actually thought you lot knew that i was atleast seeing someone. i mean who'd ya think i was goin home too all the time, or on the phone with?"

"your mum?" soap murmered genuinely serious, making gaz eyes roll.

"well i'm glad you lot like them." he licked his lips, sheepishly looking round the room, "i want you's to be around them more before i..." he drawled, fingers nervously playing with the hospital blanket.

"spit it out kid!" ghost growled.

"before i ask them to marry me!" he blurted out. soap got up, grabbing gaz by the shoulder.

"do it. do it right now. ring them. y'know what, i'll ring them."

"stand down, soap." price grinned. "why ya want us to be round them more before you ask them, anyway?"

gaz shrugged, feeling vulnerable and it was just because of his injuries. "dunno, well-" he sighed, "cause you lot are my family and i want to be with someone that you all atleast approve off."

"oh mate. they could probably do way better than you." soap shrugged, relaxing the tension in the room.

"fuck off! fuck you! i take it back!"

"aw, gaz. didn't know we meant that much too ya." ghost cooed. "but johnny's right, they could do way better." he teased.

"fuck this! i regret saying anything! nurse! nah i'm actually calling for the nurse now and saying i'm being bullied." gaz huffed face slightly flushed but the teasing didn't cease from soap or ghost, as they leaned closer to poke at the younger male. price leaned back in the chair happily watching.

♡

[20dollarlolita]

Describing a couple more wigs:

I'm getting back into this topic because of one wig:

This is the Dahlia from Sepia, and it's absolutely why we need more pictures of inside-out wigs on wig selling sites.

It's a nice long, layered cut with a center part. This is sold as a heat-resistant lace front wig. That's the only info they give you about it.

This wig was my first lace front wig that I owned, and I had so much trouble making it look good. I assumed that lace front wigs were really difficult to wear, and that I'd trimmed the lace wrong and ruined the wig.

In reality, it's hard to wear because they give you 1/4" of lace on the front and a piece the size of a postage stamp in the parting. Lace front. But just the very front. The absolute VERY front. I can assure you that this wasn't me overzealously cutting off too much lace. The wig only has that much hair on the lace.

As you can see from the inside-out picture, the lace in the part is only about an inch wide and two inches long. In addition to this not being able to be moved, it really doesn't go far enough back to look like a natural part. There wasn't ever enough of a lace section to thin out the front, so the front edge of the wig goes from zero hair to full hair in the span of exactly zero space. If I had glued down the temple and taken off my glasses, it'd look a little bit more realistic, but I didn't feel like doing tape and glue when I was taking these pictures last night at 10pm.

I believe I paid about $60 for this wig, because I had no idea what a lace front wig should be like and just went "oh yeah, it makes sense that it'll be expensive! It's a lace wig!"

I would not recommend paying extra money because "lace front," in this case. The sudden appearance of a full amount of hair looks a TINY bit more realistic than a front with no lace at all, but it's not great. If you can get this for the same price as a non-lace of a similar style, it's probably a little better. But I really don't recommend it.

And that's because this wig was only 2/3rds the price of that wig, and it's way better.

The brand on this one is called BTWTRY and you can get it on Amazon in 30 different colors.

The lace section on the front of this is about 2.5" wide, as opposed to the slightly less than 1/4" on the Sepia wig.

This wig is also heat resistant and so you aren't stuck with the super straight hair it comes with. The fiber is really nice. Don't judge it by my picture up there, since I didn't spend long untangling it and I store my wigs in paper grocery bags.

So my background is in theatre, and in a theatrical context you really never have people closer to your actor's hairline than about 2.5 feet, so I'm not great at blending the lace. But unlike the blonde wig, I actually feel like the blending is possible.

Again, I wasn't going to glue this down at 10pm, so here's a lovely picture of the lace lifting up. There is also a problem that I tend to run into, which is that my hair is a really different color from the wig's, and if the wig slides back then my hairline is really visible. If your hair color is similar to or darker than the wig, having a bit of your natural hairline show through is going to maybe make it more realistic. However, it's not a good look with neon pink on auburn. Also please just ignore that I was holding the lace I just cut in my mouth. I was going to try to crop that out but y'all can just know that I needed both hands to take this picture and forgot that I can put the lace down on the counter.

I wanted to show that, due to the large (ish) piece of lace in the top, you can change the part without it looking strange. However, I just ended up looking like one of the Scene kids that my mom wouldn't let me dress like when I was 14. UwU.

Amazon link here. It's $41-$45 depending on the color. When I'm comparing this to the $60 Sepia wig, it's a significantly better value.

Anyway, that's about it. Found out that I bought an overpriced wig, spent a couple hours telling the internet about it. I've got a couple more that I want to describe just to get that info on the internet, but I bought them a while ago and I have to track down if they're still available and stock pictures of them.

Also one of them is a really long wig that I got in 2009, and I let it get SO tangled.

[crystallizedtwilight]

🎃 More Questions: Part 4! 🎃

Part 1 here! | Part 2 here! | Part 3 here!

Thank you for your interest but! 🥲 too sad!

For drawings I like this one! For comics I like this one!

I'm not that into spinoffs myself! But I hope everyone who reads it enjoy it!

haha I'd agree with that!

Yes, many! 🐈‍⬛ Shock shares their love for them!

Loved Shock very much 🥲

Thank you so much! I put a lot of love into designing all of their wardrobes with care and originality (except, like, the ghoul pun graphic Ts, I wasn't clever enough to come up with puns 😆). For Shock, I imagined themes like modern-vintage, witchy, pastel goth!

I imagine banshees are born of flora under certain conditions, and their mission is to go out and choose a human family, to watch over and bond to.

I think the most cursed set I've ever seen is the bean bag plush set. It's where that scary Barrel plush came from! They all look off-model despite sporting the Disney tag, but Barrel and SALLY look especially 😬 !! (and Oogie looks uwu)

[feelylix]

some kind of a sleepover

member: felix x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 4.6k warnings: unprotected sex featuring: one shot, idol!felix, switch!felix, mostly dom!felix, shy!felix, friends to lovers, “good boy,” praise, leo back at it again with the hand kink, dirty talk, tiddy sucking uwu, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, oral (receiving), ass slapping, doggystyle, choking, body worship, rough sex, fluff near the end

synopsis: after a long day, your long time friend + crush felix dozes off on the car ride home, which leads to the two of you having a so-called sleepover at your apartment.

✧ read on ao3 here!

A/N: please wear condoms ppl!!!

While watching him brazenly, he closes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, free hand locked around his iced coffee. The freshly trimmed black hair sits neatly around his face, unstyled but well-kept. His nose nudged against the matte black mask, you can’t help but appreciate the way his upper lashes fan out as they hit his face when his eyes are closed. Sitting comfortably in a black hoodie and black skinny jeans, he opens his eyes, gaze settling on his drink.

Felix takes a swig of his coffee, taking in the ambience of the cafe, oblivious to you gawking at him. He swallows quickly before saying, “Uh oh.”

“What?” you wonder, head swiveling to pin down what he’s pointing to with his line of sight. A teenage girl with a SKZOO keychain on her bag standing in line. Felix’s SKZOO, BbokAri, to make matters worse.

Since you know Felix, you figure it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy interacting with fans, but just that he doesn’t want to interact with them every time he’s out. Head parallel to the floor, he’s rushing to gather up his things and you follow suit. It’s almost 9 PM — you decide to help him out a bit, knowing today was a particularly long day for him.

“Here, put these on,” you tap his arm and thumb through your bag, pulling out a pair of black shades.

Felix’s eyebrow lifts but he doesn’t question you, taking the sunglasses and sliding them on. “They look alright?”

“Yeah, you look hot,” you say as dryly as possible, rolling your eyes in what you hope is a convincing jest, “Can we go now?”

The two of you rise from your chairs, their wooden feet making unpleasant screeches as they drag across the hardwood floor, and make a beeline for the door. “Lead the way, bodyguard.” he faintly chuckles, arm sticking out as a gesture for you to step in front of him. You try not to roll your eyes again, suppressing a smile.

On the car ride home, the sun begins to descend, and you turn down the radio as to not wake Felix, whose head droops against the window, fingers curled around your sunglasses in his lap. It doesn’t feel good to remove the key from the ignition and rattle the sleeping angel awake, but you have to. Felix’s eyes flutter open, and he lifts his head, silently unbuckling himself. The way up to your apartment was quiet, too. You fish through your bag once again, pulling out the keys when there’s a thump against your back. Felix rests his head against you, pulling focus from the task at hand. Motionless, you shake yourself from the current moment and hurriedly open your apartment door. Luckily, you won’t have to disturb Felix this time as he hoists his head up, removing the pressure from your upper back, following you in.

You explain you can take the couch tonight, and you get little objection from Felix, who protests, but can barely keep his eyes open. Having shut down his opposition very quickly, you lead him to your bedroom. A new toothbrush is brought to him, and seeing as tonight’s sleepover is impromptu, you even offer the use of your toiletries. He thanks you and heads to wash up in the sink of the connected bathroom, and you do the same, finding more toiletries in the other bathroom across the apartment.

Once you’re settled, you head back to your bedroom to locate a suitable outfit consisting of a big t-shirt and pajama pants, aware that given the company, your usual sleep getup of an undershirt and nothing else would be unseemly. After ping-ponging between your room and the spare bathroom, you make way for your bed to check on Felix before calling it a night.

Felix lies back on the bed — your bed — legs tucked under the sheets, still in his day clothes, scrolling on his phone. The phone lowers, and he peeps at you for a brief moment before speaking, “Can you search under the bed?”

You let out a snort, “Er…for monsters?”

“For fangirls,” he himself laughs and shrugs, “you never know.”

You position yourself to inspect underneath the bed frame, catching sight of some dust bunnies and forgotten hair bands. Making a mental note to do some cleaning in the coming weekend, you say, “Nothing under here. And nobody.” Felix lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, chuckling, before you march to the door. You turn to see him sitting on the bed cross-legged, watching you.

“Well, goodnight.” you bid him, turning on your heel and reaching for the doorknob.

“Wait,” the sheets shift behind you, “there’s something else I need you to search.”

You sigh, beginning to feel a bit exasperated, and spin around to face him, just wanting to go to bed, “What?”

His fingers find your hand, his brown eyes watching you closely. Gripping it, his fingers begin guide your palm downwards, before hesitating, and then ceasing completely. Felix’s head drops and he sighs softly.

You gape at him, bewildered, “What?”

“I was going t-...” he’s now holding onto your hand with both of his, pads of his fingers dancing nervous circles around your knuckles.

Still completely perplexed, you decide to mimic him, searching for an answer to his odd behavior, your head falling in broken, awkward increments, as if being hand-cranked.

You can’t miss the tent in his pants. Jesus Christ. Well that woke you up.

“It’s okay,” you say at once, pushing your hand down; all the while his grip isn’t loosening.

Upon contact, the fabric of his jeans crater around fingertips, and catch under your nails. Head unwaveringly lowered, Felix is cowering like a baby animal under your attention. Your heart flutters, taking in the sight of your friend at your mercy, the desire to be taken by him and take him yourself coinciding. What as Felix unleashed? The tips of your fingers press around the bulge, and Felix lets out a puff of air. Taking this as a good sign, you press your entire palm to his clothed cock. In response, Felix sighs and finally loosens his grip on your hand, his fingers finding your free hand. His digits slide down yours, and you hold them as if carrying birdseed for a starving stray bird.

You find yourself leaning into him, both heads gliding past each other as your lips halt, hovering over his neck. Felix curves his head to the side, silent, still, as your palm presses harder into him. Gently, you press your lips into his supple skin, his hot breathing in your ear. He says your name softly, voice the color of a deep red wine. Fingertips dancing their way to his waistband, you find the button and zipper. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes.” he lets out a fraction of a chuckle, the cool air hitting your earlobe. After undoing the zipper, you take two fists full of his jeans, gently pushing them down. Felix steps his way out of them, shaking them off the ankle they’re caught on.

You catch a glimpse of his plum-colored boxers, before the tip of your finger finds its way to his chin, lifting his face upwards, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” you tell him, watching the light in his eyes brighten and a smile paint its way across his lips. You inspect his pointed cupid’s bow, admire the shape of his bottom lip, drink in their dusty rose color. Before you can appreciate him any further, his mouth is on yours. His tongue swiftly snakes its way past your lips, and the contrast of his searing hot spit in comparison to his bashful demeanor hits you like a freight train; sends a shiver through you from head to toe. Unable to hold yourself back anymore, your arms wrap around his neck, and he moans into you, hands finding your waist.

Felix parts himself from you, hot breath hitting the tip of your nose, gaze flickering to your shirt, “Can I take this off?”

A simple “yes” is all you can say, and his hands grip either side of your oversized shirt, lifting it over you more gently than expected. When he leans back slightly to marvel at you, you’re reminded that you have no bra on. “Even better than I pictured,” you can see his chest rising and falling rather quickly, the gust of his shallow breaths not even reaching your bare skin. The thought of Felix imagining what you look like naked sends heat to your cheeks, and your nipples harden. You had imagined what he looks like, too, and the realization that you would soon find out makes your stomach do backflips.

“I can show you more,” you say, and in response, he closes the gap between the two of you, reaching for the waistband of your pajama pants before you catch both his hands with yours. “I didn’t say when.”

Wide eyed, he stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, seconds of silence passing. “So,” Felix’s intense gaze searches all over your face, “tell me what to do.”

Raising an eyebrow, a smile plays at your lips, “Beg.” There’s something on the tip of your tongue that you’ve been keeping under your belt — something in the cards you’ve been holding for a while. Leaning closer to him, your eyes settle on his delicious lips that hang open, exhaling hot, heavy air. You decide to show your hand. “Be a good boy and beg.”

His lids slam shut, lips press together. This flagrant attempt to keep his composure nearly has you begging for him. “Fuck,” he sighs.

Just as you suspected, he’s playing into your hand.

A soft gasp leaves his lips as he speaks your name, startling himself. Almost instantly, blush blooms across his cheeks. “Please let me see you.”

Not good enough. “Try again, sweetheart,” your fingers push his black hair out of his eyes before tracing the sides of his face. As your fingers withdraw from him, he watches them in desire, and for a second you think he may cry from the absence of your touch. In a blink, his demeanor changes. He’s hungry. For everything. Anything. Felix steps closer to you, pinning you down with a dark look that nearly has you in shambles.

If eyes could fuck.

“Please. Let me see your tight pussy.” he almost snarls.

Your heart skips a beat; he’d never hurt you and yet you feel somewhat fearful. The influence he currently has over you is alarming; it makes you want to surrender. Don’t crack, you tell yourself. Ignoring his occasional ravenous glance at your kissless lips, you swallow a lump in your throat and harden your stare. “Take them off for me.”

Right away, he’s kneeling on the carpet of your bedroom floor in his boxers, hands perched atop the cotton of your pajamas, antsy fingers wiggling over the waistband of your underwear before he glares back up at you.

Like he’s angry you have this much control over him. That you didn’t come to check on him sooner. That he isn’t already fucking you. Maybe all of the above.

Understanding that he’s looking for permission, you nod, watching him peel them off of you. In the midst of the few seconds, you’re standing completely naked in front of your friend, who is lasciviously drinking in the sight of your bare thighs. He clasps one hand over the other, placing the knotted hands in his lap. Felix looks back up at you, eyes wide and pure, as if they are untouched by what is unfolding in front of them — he’s waiting for his next instructions.

You reach your hand down to caress the side of his face again as he watches you, still — all the while wondering if he can tell you’re barely keeping it together. “Good boy,” you tell him, reaching up to pet his hair. Felix’s icy facade cracks before your very eyes, unable to suppress the tight-lipped smile, bashfully looking down in hopes of erasing what you’ve already seen. “You like it when I tell you you’re a good boy?”

“Yes,” he laughs softly, embarrassed he wasn’t able to keep up the act longer.

Figuring you can push the envelope just a little further, you narrow your eyes at him, a mischievous grin playing at your lips, “Say thank you.”

Pressing his forehead to your thigh, he mumbles an obedient reply, “Thank you.”

“Such a quick learner.” you pat his head again, black hair slipping its way through your fingers, smooth as silk.

“How do you want me?” he asks, pressing a lingering kiss to your thigh.

“Like this.” you seductively hook a leg over his shoulder, watching his eyes darken as he takes in the image of your cunt. With your hand still in his hair, you take a fistful of it and slowly guide him to your core. His mouth drops open immediately, tongue sticking out, eyes still glued to your pussy. At first touch, Felix moans deeply into your folds, eliciting a whine from you. Gripping his hair tightly, your gaze falls to him, watching in admiration as his tongue licks and snips across your wet cunt.

“Good boy.” you exhale. Cheeks rosy and eyes closed, Felix growls into you, eyebrow lifting when your other hand comes up to grab another fistful of his hair. After his lips move to your clit, you cry out for him. His eyes flutter open, looking up at you innocently, not even flinching when you begin moving back and forth against him. His tongue moves back to your open cunt, his hand taking its place on your clit, middle finger rubbing ardent circles. You ride his tongue forcefully, trusting that he can take the roughness. Seconds away from cumming, he doesn’t let up the pace, and neither do you, a bead of sweat forming on your brow. The pressure in your abdomen escalates, another whimper leaving your lips before your lids clench shut, Felix slurping up your juices while you burst from every seam.

You’re left panting, head thrown back while Felix’s tongue slows down, still consuming what remains, like a cat whose head buried is in its food dish — licking up every last bit. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, at last you look down to see Felix. He pulls away from you, leaving a line of what looks like saliva still connecting his mouth to you before it breaks and dribbles down his chin.

You swipe two fingers across his chin, as he watches the motion, gathering up the remnants and pushing it into his mouth, “What will your reward be?”

Felix takes your fingers without hesitation, and sucks the digits dry, tongue circling them while his eyes narrow, piercing through yours. Withdrawing your fingers from his mouth, you take one suck of them yourself, just to put on a show. He swallows audibly, before tilting his head to the side and fixing his eyes on the ceiling. “Mmm...” He’s so cute. “Can I touch you?”

This answer leaves you blinking, astonished. You plop yourself onto your bed, catching the black of the night through your half-open shutters. Felix follows suit, sitting next to you, two sets of knees slightly turned towards the other’s.  “You don’t want to...?”

“No, no, no, I do,” right away he says, shaking his head, hand nervously massaging the other one sat in his lap, “Eventually. Really. I just... I have an oral fixation at the moment.” his gaze falls to your tits. Oh.

As if his eyes penetrate your chest, your heart beats hard against your chest. Fiercely, you grip his hands, placing one on your tits. Felix’s unrelenting desire to pleasure you is sending you over the edge, and you can already feel your cunt aching for more of him. You lift his other hand, empty and waiting, to your mouth. Intuitively, he folds his pinky and ring fingers, and you guide the remaining digits past your lips. You bring your feet up to the bed, readjusting as gracefully as you can so that you’re kneeling. He watches you, mouth open, breathing heavy. Gathering up all your spit, you deposit it on his fingers, withdrawing his hand and leading it to the empty space between your knees.

Steady fingers waiting, you slide yourself over him, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes, whining. With little time to process this sensation, his fingertips begin to trace circles around your nipple, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Next, scorching hot kitten licks on the other. Felix is lost in focus when you look down at him;  eyes and mouth closed around your nipple, eyebrows pulled down, wordlessly pleading for more. While he enthusiastically sucks, squeezes, and licks, you think it can’t get any better just before his fingers begin pistoning in and out of your cunt. In no time, you’re cumming again, Felix’s index and middle fingers unflinchingly fucking you through your high.

After your high, you’re slumped against him, open mouth panting and moaning against his ear. “Holy shit, Felix.”

“That was incredibly hot.” he chuckles, breath hitting the nape of your neck. He withdraws his hand from you, and you can only hear him sucking on his fingers, loudly enjoying the taste, “And delicious.”

You laugh into his neck, and you two just stay there a while. Breathing. Listening to the sounds of the air conditioning and trailing your fingernails up and down the sheets. You lift your head from the warm crook of his neck, silent for a moment as you both stare at each other before Felix brings his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in for another wistful kiss. His lips trail from the corner of your mouth to the side of your neck. “I can’t take it anymore,” he whispers between kisses, “I need you on my cock.”

“Which part of me?” you moan when his tongue flattens against the base of your ear.

His fingers snake their way up to your face from your hips, two digits lightly pressing against your lips. He tears his tongue from you and tilts his head, gaze locked on you. “I’ve been wondering if these lips would like something in them, as well.”

You try to hide your desperation after your hands come up to settle on his boxers almost immediately after he says this. Either more horny than you, or less interested in humiliating you, Felix takes no notice of this rash action. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” he invites, playful eyes twinkling.

You’re not even looking at him anymore, you’re just staring at his hard, clothed cock, boxers in your grasp, wishing they were already off. “Yes,” you say robotically, paying him little mind.

He chuckles, slowly removing both your hands with his before standing up. Fully aware you’re giving his cock your undivided attention, his fists ball up at his sides, gripping the fabric, and yank the clothing downwards.

Blinking slowly, you absorb the view of his light brown cock, erect at his abdomen. Moments pass as you just ogle at it; Felix heaves his shirt off over his head, fabric flattening when it hits the carpet. Catching a glimpse at his defined abs sends your eyes trailing all over his body. He stands there, arms suspended at his side as you admire them, until one of his hands reaches for his cock. He sighs when his hand wraps itself around his shaft, looking downwards; and for a moment you see the shy, foolish, baby animal you made out of him earlier.

He ever-so-slightly lifts his head, and you meet his gaze. The reality of this all hits you finally, making your heartbeat quicken. Delicately, your hands find your tits, and they slowly pinch and squeeze them, as both of you watch one another. Felix’s hand is picking up speed, pulling on his fat cock as his desperation peaks. Mindlessly, you find yourself lowering yourself to the floor, coming to kneel on the carpet, hand reaching for his dick. He throws his head back, pulling his own hand away from himself. After you grab a hold of him, licking one long stripe from base to tip, he jerks away from you, dodging the next lick. “Fuck this,” he huffs.

Both of Felix’s hands grip your shoulders, pulling you from the floor, and then pushing you with near absurd force onto the bed. Your calves hit the edge of it, scattering all your wits as Felix places a hand on either side of your dangling calves, crouching, lightly biting his lower lip, eyes drilling holes into yours. Crab-walking your way backwards on the mattress, he follows after you, like a frightening wild animal sizing up its prey, a predator on the hunt.

Amused, the horniness has turned off all your modesty, coming through strong and clear. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on your own, burning holes through you —  through your resolve, “Until you can’t think straight.” Felix presses his lips once more to yours, running the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Look at me,” you command him between the kisses, content when he obeys. His nose brushes against yours before he backs away a few inches, glancing at his cock before pushing the head in slowly. His eyebrows pull together, a lewd moan escaping from his lips. He cries out like an arrow’s been shot through him. You, you are the arrow. Your hands come up to cradle both sides of his face, placing a quick, encouraging kiss on his lips.

You, too, cry out when he suddenly thrusts his entire cock into you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate all of him, shocked someone of his size could have a cock this thick. Hovering over you, he watches in awe; you can feel his piercing gaze even with both eyes closed. Once your breathing calms, he places both hands spread apart in the space above your head. Propping himself up, he jerks into you messily, uncontrolled groans leaving his throat. Over time his thrusts become more composed, as your outstretched hands tightly grip the skin on his ass.

A series of cusses leave his lips, and you can’t help but notice how he’s slowing down, the redness in his face blossoming with each passing second. “Take me from behind,” you say, grip on his ass loosening. Felix nods quickly, trying to regain his breath before he comes to a kneel. Swiftly, you turn over, making it to your hands and knees in record time. When his dick slips inside you again, a slap on your ass accompanies it, a strained moan leaping from your throat beneath your widened eyes.

“All those times you thought,” he huffs, powering through each thrust, “I couldn’t tell you were looking at me,” a hand creeping up your skin to settle on your lower back, palm pressing on the swell of your asscheek. “I knew.” This confession elicits a weak moan from you, the sounds of skin slapping together nearly drowning it out. Felix’s finger trails up your spine, coming to a halt between your shoulder blades. Through this adjustment, you notice his pace slows. Pushing yourself up from the mattress with both hands, you come to a kneel, his hand still attached to you. The same hand snakes around your side, giving your tit a firm squeeze before wrapping around your throat. You had plans to gather up your hair so he could hold it while in doggystyle, but this was much better.

Felix kisses your shoulder, hot breath on your neck, “You like it when I choke you?”

Your eyes roll back just as he begins leisurely thrusting again, “God, yes.”

His fingertips press against the sides of your throat, “You’re so lovely, like an angel.” He kisses just below your earlobe, “And the perfect fit for my cock.” He alternates between squeezing and releasing pressure from the sides of your throat. Pulse throbbing around the cage of his palm, you think about what it must look like from his point of view, his cock disappearing below your ass, pressing into his pelvis with every thrust.

“Felix,” you whine, enjoying the picture in your head, your pussy involuntarily clenching around him.

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” he groans in that tantalizing, rich, deep voice of his, before taking the tip of your ear in his mouth and sucking it gently.

These words make you cum instantly, almost ashamed that that was all it took — a few of words — but hoping that it’d be enough to send him over the edge soon. You cry out, repeating Felix’s name like it’s the only word you learned, the only word you need, until you’re out of breath. Too wrapped up in your trance, you barely register when Felix takes both of your hands and places them behind your back, grasping your wrists tightly. Your lips fall open in an “Ah,” and you continue singing this vowel, voice bouncing up and down like you’re driving over a million speed bumps while he thrusts into you vigorously.

You’re fucked out and tired, still recovering from your orgasm, mumbling something to him about being on the pill, willing to let him finish inside of you. And that’s what he does. Felix cries out loudly, pouring his hot cum into you. His muscles stiffen against you, and gradually, he loosens his grip on your wrists. Slowly folding over, you examine the angry red tiger stripes on your wrists, fading away too quickly for your liking. Collapsed against the mattress on all fours, Felix presses a kiss to the middle of your back.

“Wanna lean back?” he mumbles into your skin. An exasperated “okay” is all you can manage.

Back leaning into him, you follow his lead as he sits back, spreading his legs, supported by the headboard of your bed. His thumbs rub gentle strokes on the sides of your thighs as you settle, your back propped against his chest. On your shoulder rests his chin, and you can feel the soft skin of his throat contracting against you as he breathes. With the last of your energy, you bend to tug the sheets upwards, sighing in relief when they cover you from the chilly breeze of the air conditioning. Licking your lips, you close your eyes, imagining the roof of your bedroom gone while the two of you bask in the starlight.

“You’re so perfect.” he kisses your shoulder. You lift your palms at your side, fingers spread, and he follows suit, hands hovering underneath before pressing his open palms against yours. Curling his fingers around yours, you turn to your side, eyeing him in your peripheral. He presses another kiss to your shoulder.

“So what now?” you ask, voice almost a whisper.

“We sleep.” Felix replies, digits unraveling from yours, opting to wrap his arms around your midsection instead. Your fingers slide to his legs and rub gentle stripes.

Scared — the word pops into your head. But drained of energy, you’re unable to fight or challenge the word. “I’m tired but I don’t wanna sleep,” you murmur, “What if this was all a dream?”

Felix takes a second to think about this, head turning to gaze out the window before he nuzzles himself into your neck, “I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your eyes drift shut. “I promise.”

And when you wake the next morning, he is.