#of course no pressure dont do it if you don't want <3

[inkfromalily]

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Favorite Color: Purple, and more natural neutrals

Currently Reading: Daisy Darker, Gender Trouble, and the Prince (Daisy Darker for fun, I love mysteries and thrillers, the other two for political book clubs)

Last Song: Karma (ft. Ice Spice) not my usual genre, but it's super catchy

Last Series: From, which I'm v curious about

Last Movie: Barbie 💕 (did barbenheimer)

Currently Working On: The Jake Maze pattern from Shopstitchedwitch on Etsy, for my sister's Christmas present this year

Tagging: @ankilynxa @unironicallyenthusiasticknitter @myceliumentwined @selkiez @birthdaylobotomy @apologizesforliterallyeverything @hermits-love-blog @duhass

[moonlight1110]

My Best Friend, König

bestfriend!König x reader ; college!au

Your best friend, the person you trust the most in the world to protect you, and most importantly, be there for your needs <3

Tags: afab!reader, König x reader smut, throat fucking, blowjobs n shit, smut to fluff, far from canon König, quick read, college!au, secret lovers, aftercare, no german aside from the petnames bc i dont wanna embarrass myself, not proofread

Notes: exams are done so i can finally shake sum asss 😩, i have so many ideas i wanna write for simon and konig im going insane, but expect that in the next few days or weeks, love yall <3

You were always known as the loud mouth. The most bubbly person anyone's ever met, and it was often meant as a compliment. You always knew how to light up a room the moment you walked in and it just seemed like no one ever had anything bad to say about you.

It seemed like you were able to catch anyone's eye, and that was reflected by the amount of attention you got whenever you would walk around campus. Turning heads and whispers followed you whenever you went, and that was especially true in your classes. But with your extroverted nature, it was a question in everyone's mind why your best friend was the total opposite of you.

König was your best friend, it was like you were both attached at the hip with how you never went anywhere without him to the point that people thought you were a couple. You two would debunk these rumors of course but that just showed how close you two were.

König was quiet, introverted, and intimidating, he was like the perfect bodyguard and that was one of the reasons you loved being around him, because of how safe he made you feel and how he always made sure you were okay, of course it was natural that you'd return the favor.

"K-König... Wait..." A soft moan slips past your lips, you can't hold it in with how good König was fucking you on his tongue right now. He chuckles, humming against your weeping cunt as he pinned your hips down on the mattress, one hand digging into the flesh of your hip as the other rubbed circles right on your twitching clit.

"You want me to stop, meine Schatz?" His voice dripped with desire and cockiness, knowing he was the only one who could see you in such a vulnerable and fucked out position with your legs trembling and draped over his shoulders as he ate you out and fucked you open on his tongue and fingers.

"No... No, don't stop!" you cried out helplessly, tugging at his hair. He growled, sliding his tongue out from your cunt with a satisfied moan from the pressure building in his scalp.

"On your knees, let me fuck that pretty mouth, meine Liebe..." He groaned, gently pulling your hand away from his hair and kissing your palm as he led you off the bed and on your knees in front of him, making space for you between his legs as he stroked himself in front of you. Up and down, slowly.

He was big and it made your mouth water as you inched closer on your knees. You couldn't help the small gasp that slipped when you slowly wrapped your delicate fingers around him.

"That's it... You know what to do..." He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with your hair to encourage you while he looked down at you with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Scheiße... Such a good fucking girl..." König's voice seemed to deepen at the feeling of your soft hands slowly pumping him, his grip on your hair becoming just a little bit tighter as he moaned your name, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

You could feel the heat pooling between your legs when König looked down at you, his eyes blown out with his lip between his teeth and it was clear he was resisting the urge to buck his hips into your mouth, force his dick right into the back of your throat with the way you were doing such a good job for him.

When you slowly wrapped your lips around him, he moaned breathlessly, his shoulders slumping at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You couldn't help but close your eyes as you started to take him deeper, it was just too much, but he didn't like that at all.

"No, no... Keep your pretty eyes open... Keep looking at me..." He tugged on your hair lightly, forcing you to wince at the pressure but you followed his words of course. When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with the sight of König's chest heaving softly, his mouth opened just a bit as he groaned.

"Ja, that's it... Good girl..." He chuckled, humming as his grip on your hair softened, replacing it with a gentle massage on your scalp as you took him deeper, keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

Your started to bob your head in a steady rhythm, pumping the rest of the length you couldn't take. König, as much as he tried his best to keep his composure, was a mess for you. His chest was heaving and low growls would rumble from his chest every once in a while when his hips would buck into your mouth ever so slightly.

"Can I fuck this pretty mouth, baby? Please..." He pleaded as if he was even waiting for an answer, almost sounding like a drawn out whine when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, he just couldn't help himself, he couldn't resist you at all when you looked so pretty for him.

Your hands found purchase on his thighs, nails digging into his flesh as your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he started to push his cock deeper into your throat, making you gag on him.

"Feels so fucking good, Liebling... I can't help myself..." He moaned as he threw his head back, he was getting rougher now, giving you his cock deeper and deeper as he whispered his praises, telling you how good you are and how much he'll reward his darling after he's done.

Your jaw was starting to hurt, and despite his early instructions, you couldn't help but close your eyes as he pushed your head down with a deep groan. Your fingers were digging into his flesh that you were certain it'd bruise by the morning, but even with how your jaw was starting to get sore and with how your tears were staining your cheeks, you just fucking loved it.

"Shh, shh... You're doing so good, Schatz..." He cooed with a mean chuckle as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. What a gentle man your friend was, carefully pulling your head from his cock as he praised you. "Breathe, baby..." He whispered as he caressed your cheeks, letting you catch your breath as your hands relaxed on his thighs.

"Sorry... I couldn't stop myself..." He apologized after a few moments, carefully picking you up from the cold floor and onto his lap in a bridal position almost. "Was I too rough, Liebling?" He whispered affectionately, gently caressing your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you nestled your head against his shoulder.

"Nothing I couldn't handle" You laughed quietly, relaxing in the warmth his body provided while his hands soothed your thighs and hips.

"You're right... You did so well, like you always do" He chuckled against your hair, kissing your head with a hum.

"Let me take care of you tonight, darling... You deserve it"

[sweet-as-an-angel]

I know you must be busy and have a lot of work to do, so dont feel pressured to respond !! 😊

Anyways, i have Dominic💓 brainrot 😫‼️‼️💔💔, and was wondering what hed think of a reader that has been raised in a lower/working-class household all of their life ?

Here we have a person that's not has had even a *taste* of luxury, their clothes being second-hand, thrifting becoming their past-time, and, havung had parents living paycheck-to-paycheck, would feel guilty for ever asking tjem for anything, and had starting working for Dominic because they were desperate to pay them back for all the sacrifices they msde for them in their childhood :((

And here we have Dominic, a successful, wealthy business man, secretly raising their wages, and the whole time reader feels sheepish and at times even *embarrassed*, overwhelmed by so much money ??

Especially whrn he slides in a thick envelope with a generous stack of cash into their back pocket with a charming wink, or buys them sometjing that they had mentioned wanting in a passing conversation as they had been sadly stating how they coupd never afford it, and Dominic saying that its absolutely—

—"Not a problem in the slightest, mon chéri. Why wouldn't I want to reward my favourite babysitter for their hard work?"— **oozing** charisma and smiling his dazzling, award-winning smile, and insisting that—

—"You shouldn't be fussing over trifles such as money. Hard work pays off, and you have been working very hard indeed." ... @@"" ",

Anon, you've hit the nail on the head with this one 🤭. Thank you so much for writing in and enjoying my Dominic content, it means the world to me <3 !

TW: Dominic, Manipulative Mentions of Weight Loss, Implied Smut, Dominic Being a Creep

♡ But yes, absolutely, Dominic would use his financial position as a means of dominance over you. Subtly, of course, so that you don't know he's being...unabashed his efforts to woo you. But prevalent enough that you still feel indebted - grateful - to him for all that he's done.

♡ The longer you know each other, the more personal - intimate - the gifts he gets you become. Speaking on that, he makes a habit to inadvertently reward behaviours he desires in you, such as cutting off friends, dumping your boyfriend, spending more time around him, etc.

♡ At first, the gifts are general - vague - and inconspicuous; they belie the true extent to which Dominic has memorised your tastes. Something like a low-price jumper he knows is your general style, something to keep you warm in winter. He'll give you a smile. "Can't have our favourite babysitter freezing up now, can we."

♡ Then, it'll be a pair of boots to go with the jumper - "So you won't have any difficulty getting to and from our house."

♡ It doesn't matter that you live right next door to each other. Dominic doesn't want you taking any chances.

♡ He'll use his assertiveness to trick you into believing you've "Gotten a little thinner these days. Are you eating properly?"

♡ He'll feign concern as he comes close to you, lifting your arms, apologising and faking a vague bashfulness as he apologises for overstepping. "French hospitality, I suppose," he says, averting his eyes for no longer than a second.

♡ And of course, you believe him. Of course, you don't see a problem with his behaviour, especially when he seems so concerned for your wellbeing.

♡ He won't let that lie, by the way. He'll keep telling you how you seem to keep dropping a size every time you see him. Eventually, he'll insist on taking you out to dinner.

♡ When you inevitably try to refuse his kindness, he'll whip out old reliable. "It was supposed to be Marilyn and I's dinner date, but she's..." he glances down the hall. Gives his brow a light yet chiselled furrow. He wonders if you can hear the fizz of the sedative in Marilyn's drink as he can, the sound fresh in his ears.

♡ "Sick, unfortunately."

♡ So now, obviously, Dominic is faced with a dilemma. But you have the solution.

♡ He asks you to accompany him — “I’ll pay for you, of course,” — to take Marilyn’s place.

♡ You resist at first. Tell him that you couldn’t possibly do that. But Dominic is the father of manipulation, and he’s nursed many a lie, watched the become their own adulterous identities, and knows exactly how to get you to go.

♡ “Please, you deserve a break. And besides, I don’t want to be seen eating all the lobster on my lonesome.”

♡ You succumb to his efforts. He tells you to get ready for your dinner date. You tell him you have nothing worthy of wearing.

♡ He knows this.

♡ He smiles. Brings you to a room that is filled to the brim in outfits he says that “Marilyn and I rarely use. Something here will be your size, I'm sure.”

♡ He’s made sure there is. He’s bought half a dozen suits and dresses in just your size — and a little over or under depending on how tightly he wants to see the fabric squeeze you — for this exact occasion. Of which he expects there to be multiple.

♡ He resists the temptation of watching you undress. Of seeing you so bare in his house.

♡ He settles for whatever little flashes of skin your outfit affords. All of which were bought with the sole intention of giving Dominic enough to work with for his midnight musings.

♡ This is not the last time Dominic will treat you to dinner, the last time he watches your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see the amount the bill comes down to — a luxury Dominic lets you see to really instill that sense of indebtedness.

♡ And each time, he tries to get you further and further over the threshold of his house. His room.

♡ When you get undressed and back into your ordinary clothes, Dominic tells you he’ll keep the outfit and wash it.

♡ You don’t know it’s yours yet.

♡ He doesn’t wash it. He all but bathed in the scent of you, mouthing the places your warmest, most intimate sorts would have been pressed against. He imagines you there, vividly.

♡ He wonders how much you’d be willing to bend to the will of his wealth. How much he can make you do until you’re entrenched in his affections, toffee-sweet and with all its viscosity.

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[rosedere]

The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya (Pantalone x Fem Reader)

Part 1, Chapter 2: The Lotus that became a White Rose (you are here), Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7~

Summary: A surprise visit to your new residence causes an interference in your plan of being low key.

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If you think I'm lost, maybe

You're looking in the wrong places lately

You never ask if I'm okay

I've never felt better anyway

Thankfully, the gradual transformation of becoming “Lián” was complete.

No one had suspected a thing, assuming you were a small apothecary shop in the harbor that worked and lived alone. 

It was only after week 10 of being undercover that the two Fatui soldiers appeared at your door. 

Unsuspecting you began to play the part as "Lián,” you answered your door.

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head when you realized who it was:

One seemed to be a tall Fatui mage with a purple hood over her, making it difficult to figure out her true face; the other Fatui skirmisher was also wearing a dark hood over his figure just as his fellow solider had.

You were anticipating the worst.

 And the worst indeed was what you got.

“Lián?” 

“Yes?”

"Do you remember us?" The fatui mage asked, the voice that came from her was delicate and cheerful but not familiar to you.

"Galina,” the mage said, holding a hand out to you.

shakily, you let your hand connect with her outstretched one as you shook it cautiously.

After the awkward handshake, you pulled back to see the skirmisher bow before you.

“I am Fedor, Miss Lián,” he said before holding his bow for a few seconds.

“Please do not hesitate to ask for our assistance since...”

“We are your assigned guards,” they both said in an uplifting tone.

 Oh archons…. As if the pressure wasn't crushing.

“Ah, no need to fear! We are more than qualified to keep you safe as per the regerators order,” the mage spoke.

 "Oh, so I'm assuming Pantalone has sent you here?” You folded your arms.

“Yes, I did send them, darling.” A booming voice was heard behind your two guests.

His long, flowing coat pooling behind him as he walked up the cobblestone steps leading past the scent of spring shops below your small home. 

Of course, he did not come completely alone, with the few low-ranking Fatui soldiers surrounding him like knights.

It made sense, though, from the intel you gathered since he was utterly defenseless in the Fatui ranks. But what he lacked in brawn, he made up for with his scheming brain.

You gritted your teeth.

“Pantalone… you shouldn't have,” you said, letting your powder blue shawl cover more of your chest.

 He stood behind the two guards on your doorstep with his usual graceful smile twinkling before you.

 “Well, I wouldn't have to if you decided to take me up on that offer from our last date, darling.” 

 You remembered what he was saying. But you thought your dismissal of his pitiful offer was enough.

 “I know—I just want to go a bit slower in our relationship,” you puffed your chest out with a hefty sigh.

“I just dont want to ruin your reputation as a bachelor” you added flipping your hair.

He only raises one eyebrow at your statement.

"Such and active imagination you have there,” he laughed.

"I have already stressed I am a monogamous soul, I'd never play with your heart like that"

He then gestured back to the two guards before you still standing at attention.

“Please don't hesitate to get to know your two guards; I unfortunately have to go tend to some business, so I'll leave you for now, Liàn." Pantalone immediately walked towards you, parting the soldiers to the right and left for him in sync.

Stopping right in front of your doorstep towering over you.

“May I have a farewell kiss from my resilient lotus?” 

You could feel your scowl trying to form on the corner of your mouth, but you had quickly fought the urge.

He knew he had the upper hand with all these guards around. He only wanted to show he was in power. It made you sick.

Pantalone closed his eyes, leaning down to where your lips were expecting you to give the kiss on his plush lips before you.

Another sigh escaped before you quickly pecked his left cheek.

Pantalone, still waiting, opened his eyes to give you a clearly annoyed smile.

“Darling”

“I gave you what you wanted–”

He roughly grabbed your chin, pulling you to look up at him. Eyes widen in surprise.

“If I were you, I wouldn't act like a fool in front of my underlings now,” he scoffed his face distorted in annoyance.

“I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me.” 

As he said this, his grip on your chin was harshly increased, making you wince. 

You so badly wanted to breathe frost into his mouth if you weren't undercover right now.

Letting a small, pained whine out, you found his lips in front of you before you leaned in.

 It was already embarrassing that he was about to take your first kiss, but now he was doing it in front of his lower rankings.

You hesitantly brushed your lips against his before you latched onto his firmer lips. This action immediately makes Pantalone eagerly connect to your barely parted lips. He was quickly moving his lips over yours, trying to get you to open your lips more for him, but you tried to just stay as still as possible for him.

Your mind was starting to get hazy from the lack of air, you welcomed the cut off from his mouth, he then held you close to his chest.

 "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?” 

 You nodded in response, as you were forced to be against his chest.

 Pantalone gave you another kiss to the top of your neatly parted hair before he pulled away.

“Oh, before I go, I do have something to give you for our next date tonight,” he mirthfully said with the snap of his fingers.

The two guards that were escorting him before came before him holding four bags from a place you'd never heard of before.

Immediately, they held it out before you could grab it.

“Be sure to wear it. I want to see you in something other than that,” he pointed, gesturing to the frayed white silk dress you wore wrapped in your well knitted powder blue shawl.

“I will, I'm so flattered you even thought of me,” you gingerly grabbed the shopping bags from the two guards in front of you, who quickly went to form a circle around Pantalone.

“You're too kind, my little lotus,” he smiled.

With a small wave, he turned and walked down the alley, with his subordinates following closely behind.

Leaving you alone with your new accessories waiting patiently before you on your doorstep.

“So… Do you two just stay here?” You questioned the hooded figures before you.

“We are here and there; wherever you want us to be or do for us is what we must do." Galina assured with her hand over her chest.

"So what is our first task, my lady?” Fedor bowed.

"Well, if it's acceptable, would you mind watching the entrance? You're welcome to come in, but I'm going to dress in the clothing I received and–”

“Of course, my lady,” they both responded in unison before the mage practically disappeared before your eyes in a bright spark of purple while the skirmisher began the walk down the steps towards the stone steps of your accommodations.

Thank God they left.

You knew he left them here to spy on you.

Shutting your door, you used your elemental sight to see if it was truly safe from the guards that were waiting outside your "home"

Quickly going to your bedroom, you went to the small nightstand in the bottom drawer, collecting your beloved weapon and vision.

Desperately circling your bedroom, you tried to think of a place to hide your items without them being noticed.

Walking around the small room, you heard a creak under your bedpost.

Stepping on the wooden plank, you realized it was loose. Wiggling the board, you were able to see the earthy soil of Liyue under the plank.

Digging with the plank, you made a hole deep enough to leave your items there.

Holding your weapon and vision, you delicately left it in the poorly dug hole before you covered it completely with as much soil as you could pack.

It was sad seeing your items deep in the ground below.

But you had to do what you could to not be caught so early in your undercover work.

Cautiously exiting your bedroom, you tried your elemental sight to see no traces still.

It seems you were able to complete your dirty work in less than 10 minutes.

 As you walked towards the entrance, your foot almost connected with the shopping bags hastily left in the doorway.

 You eyed the clothes suspiciously.

You knew, at least because of the frequency of the dates and his insistence on being exclusive with you, that he wouldn't send you anything weird.

But with your new problems sitting outside watching your house, you knew your lifeline to Yelan and your other agents was completely cut. 

Sighing to yourself before you reached down and grabbed the bags, you looked them over once more using your elemental vision.

The clothes themselves were fine, but well, you just had to confirm what you thought you saw in the bags.

Placing the first two bags on the bamboo table in the kitchen, you opened the expensive, exotic-smelling bags. It was clear they weren't from Liyue, as the material was too thick and heavy for something made for Liyue heat.

Finally, after unwrapping the millions of pieces of tissue paper from the items of interest, a few designer tags fell out.

Well…

You held it up, thinking he sent underwear.

But as you unraveled the scraps of cloth, you felt up the thick white fur that wrapped around what appeared to be the neck when you realized what it was.

"No, he didn't,” you audibly groaned, unable to keep it in your head.

To confirm your theory of what the item was, you stripped your shawl and untied your dress, slipping on the shreds of cloth Pantalone spent 90 million mora on if the price tag was correct.

Unfortunately, as you slid the dress into yourself, it did fit just as a formal qipao would... 

The sleeves were nonexistent, and the three thick cuts of silk and cashmere that fell down to your feet were pretty much an accident waiting to happen. If you moved two inches or the wind even blew past you everything would be revealed to all of Liyue Harbor. 

The fur neckline that wrapped all around your torso to your neck was tight around you, feeling like a choker to the max on you, but in a way, maybe it was a good thing since the back was completely open, only being held by three ribbons of silk, creating a back window.

Maybe a twig can fit in this.

Unfortunately, besides the revealing nature of the dress and the tightness of it, you had to say it would probably be beautiful on anyone else but you, as you were no model that was a firm size 00.

And you werent interested in wearing it in front of the likes of Pantalone either.

embarrassed by the amount of skin you were showing, you tried to get the dress off only to realize it wasn't as easy as it seems since it was so tight fitting to your body.

Walking to look at the other bags, you found an expensive pair of shoes that were actually tasteful, and in your style being thin heels that made them look like they were crafted of ice flowers. The gloves, which were a deep navy blue, were also very beautiful when paired with the ill-fitting dress.

But just as you were starting to make the best of the situation, however, you opened the last bag.

"God, I hate being undercover,” you groaned as the non-existent thong and white bralette were twirling within your grip in front of you.

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Note: mehhh sorry for the filler this chapter next chapter though is more interesting heh

[kaledya]

Hello! Love you redesigns and the swapped au you made with you OCs! I've got a few question if you don't mind answering them (no pressure or anything)!

1) in a previous post you mentioned that Alastor and Charlie dont have the whole "Alastor tries to outshine Lucifer at being Charlie's dad" thing. So what is their relationship like in you au?

2) Is Sera in your swapped au? And if so does she act like Emily's Constantine? Like the two of them traded places or something?

3) How do Lucifer and Michael interact with eachother in present time if at all? Like when Lucifer made the meeting for Charlie, was it just extremely awkward?

Charlie's personality is a little different in my AU she is still kind optimistic cinnamon roll but not naive. At 200 years old, she has spent 170 years of her life in royalty, which has meant that she has had to be trained heavily (both academically and in combat) whether she wanted to or not.

Because she was the princess of hell and being naive would mean her future death and Lucifer and Lilith wanted to make Charlie a powerful princess and of course Constantine was interested in her education too.

So when Charlie met Alastor, after a while Alastor got to know her, he saw her as his equal instead of the naive princess that everyone thought she was, whom he could easily manipulate (the reason for this image of Charlie is that she is kind) and so a game started between them, Alastor trying to get Charlie on his side and Charlie trying to get Alastor on hers, both of them succeeding, but also failing.

Alastor also wants to break down Charlie's pacifist side and see her true potential.

Charlie thinks there might still be a light inside Alastor and she's trying to find it.

And he makes them a really great team.

In short, since their relationship is like this, if Alastor claims to be Charlie's father figure, neither Charlie, the hotel, nor Lucifer will buy it.

2.Sera is not in my Swap AU, I would like to make a big sister figure for Emily, but Emily being an only child makes more sense for Swap AU for now, but maybe I will change it in the future and add an OC.

3.

After Charlie convinced Lucifer, Lucifer called Michael and they had the most awkward conversation. They hadn't spoken in 10,000 years and the last thing Lucifer said to Michael was that he hated him.

It was a cold conversation but at the end michael says "it was a pleasure talking to you again after so many years brother" and lucifer after a while says "it was nice talking to you too" and they close the conversation.

But much later in the series, Emily and Charlie work together to bring Michael and Lucifer back together.

[hyunsvngs]

Back at it again with my period hormones brain rot of the day (at 6:30 am ofc). Did it take me 40 minutes to write this? Yeah. Did I close at work last night and I'm supposed to wake up in an hour and a half to open today? Also yeah. Do I care? Fuuuuuuuck no. I wouldn't have been able to sleep without writing this out.

Once again, I am not sorry about the length 😌 enjoy ❤️❤️

Hear me out... daddy Channie *and* daddy Lee know 🫠 

They're just always fighting over who gets what hole but still love taking you however you'll let them. Till they decide to come up with a plan

They've already made you cum 3 times so far but ofc they're still not done with you yet. And in all honesty? You literally never wanna stop anyways. They just always take such good care of you and prioritize you over themselves to the point that sometimes you have to literally beg them to cum otherwise you know that they'll just ignore their own needs because you're already more than satisfied and they just wanna cuddle up to their sweet sleepy baby.

"kitten. I need you to listen to me, okay? Daddy and I are gonna make you feel real good but it's gonna be a bit of a stretch. I know you can do it, so just sit there and let us take care of you, okay? You trust us right?" Lee know says, gently rubbing your sides to try to ground you and get you to focus a bit better.

And of course you trust them. How could you not? They've never failed to make you feel good. They've never hurt you. They've never ignored your safeword or failed to stop if you ever said the color red. So of course you answer with a small nod and wait for instructions.

"Angel, I want you to lay on me and get comfy, okay? You don't gotta do anything, just get comfy on me" Channie says, petting your hair, waiting for you to roll over on top of him. 

You do as he says and he plants a few kisses right on your temple while holding you with one arm. He takes his other hand and guides himself into you with so much ease due to you cumming 3 times already and still getting wet over how soft they are with you despite knowing how possessive they both were. (After all who doesn't love being taken care of so sweetly? That shit turns me on so much 🥴)

After cockwarming Channie for a couple minutes, you hear the familiar pop of the lube bottle you guys just keep on the night stand and you turn your head to lay on channies chest and look back and see Lee know coating himself in a healthy layer of it. More than you've ever seen him use, and you regularly have anal sex with him and it's even more that what he uses for that. But Lee know just wants to make sure its as easy and comfortable as possible, especially without telling you their idea first.

"Again, Kitten, This is gonna be a big stretch, okay? Think you can do it for me, baby?" He asks. Again, you nod and give him a little smile then get comfy on Channie once again. 

All of a sudden, you feel Lee Know's lubed fingers come up to rub the underside of channies cock that's comfortably sitting inside you. And only then do you realize what he meant by "big stretch."

He slowly lets 2 fingers slip inside you along with channies cock, and the pressure already feels so good that it has you whimpering into channies neck while he's sitting there holding you closer to his chest while telling you how good you're already taking it. 

Lee know slowly works on opening you up more than you ever have been while Channie has been ever so slowly pumping in and out of you to make things a little easier.

"Kitten, I need you to tell me one more time that you're okay with this. It's something we've never done before and we don't have to do it if you dont want to." He says one final time, always wanting to make sure you're okay.

"Wan it daddy.. want both of you inside me. Fingers feel so good.. wan more..please?" You beg him. And the way their cocks simultaneously twitch at your sweet voice. 

"Shhh, angel love, you don't gotta beg. We'll always give our princess what they want" Channie says, nuzzling into your neck to plant a sweet kiss. 

Lee know wasn't kidding when he said it would be a big stretch. His fingers felt amazing but you felt like you were tearing in half when he put just the tip in. You loved it though. Neither one of them was small by any means but they were both big enough that it was already a stretch no matter where you took them.

Channie starts moving again, slowly, trying to distract from the slight sting he knows you're feeling as Lee know slowly inches his way fully inside. All you hear from him is little "fuck"'s whispered here and there. 

You look back to see Lee know with his eyes shut, head thrown back, and lip caught between his perfect bunny teeth. In all honesty, it's so tight that he could have came on the spot the second he put the tip in. But he really wanted to do this so he had to focus really hard so that he could follow through with his plan. 

Finally he's all the way in and the pressure is immaculate. Both of their cocks are pressing on all the right places and that has you clenching around them both. 

Experimentally, Lee know pulls almost all the way out and then shoves himself back in and that has you moaning and whimpering into channies chest. He takes that as his all clear to pick up his pace while Channie keeps a slow and steady rhythm against him. 

Soon enough, you're more than used to the stretch and the boys are just so lost in grinding themself against each other while also inside you, so warm, tight, and wet. 

With the alternating thrusts hitting your cervix so perfectly and the cute little grunts coming from the men you're sandwiched in between, you cum for a 4th and final time, gushing around both men with the cutest little moans and whimpers.

Channie is the next to follow, surprised he even held out that long with all the cockwarming and gentle thrusts he had going on while Lee know was prepping you. And Lee know came as well pretty quickly after that, completely lost in how wet it all was with the combination of all of you guys' cum and feeling chan twitching inside you still.

Chan was the first to pull out due to the oversensitivity and Lee know pulled out after, immediately running to get a couple warm rags to clean everyone up while also starting a bath for you all, while you and Channie just laid there cuddling.

AHHHHHHHHHH fuck I need both of them in me so bad rn 🥴 I'm so horny it's not even funny. My dildo isn't enough 🫠 I feel like a fucking cat in heat rn

woahh WOAHHHH JEEZ!! !THIS IS SEXY I LOVE DP IN ONE HOLE KDJDKGS

[i-write-things]

Obey Me! NB boys: Who would most willingly have kids

(Note: NONE of them would ever pressure you into having kids. I'm saying this now so I don't have to repeat it every time.)

1.Beelzebub:

Any surprise here? I can't remember where I saw it, but I do remember seeing somewhere he said he'd love to start a family. If you don't ask him about kids, he might ask you, first. He'd be a great dad, too. He'd be calm, supportive, and his kids would always be well fed and have plenty of exercise. They'd grow up big and strong like him! :) He'd also do that thing when they're little (and when theyre grown, too) where He'd use them as weights to lift up while he does push ups. He'd also carry them on his back everywhere. If it's a baby, he'd be a little tired of having to get up every night to calm their screams, but he'd get used to it because he makes himself a deal: he'll just get a snack every time the baby cries at night. Speaking of if it's a baby, he'd be afraid he'd crush it at first, and refuse to hold them. But once he finally holds them, he refuses to let any stranger hold them. His biggest fear is his child not being safe. Protective Beel! Oh, and they'd get a LOT of visits from uncle Belphie.

2.Mammon

Ok, here me out- he'd essentially be Bandit from Bluey (Dont ask). He'd make sure his kids are clever and he'd most certainly teach them to gamble from a young age, and how to cheat. He'd be very over protective, but also really fun. His worst nightmare is his kids growing up to hate him. He'll never admit it, but he stops cheating so much to earn money. While he wants his kids to grow up learning how to make quick cash, deep down, he just wants them to be good kids. So he also tries to set a good example and work for his money. All his brothers are shocked, and they'll tease him for it. And of course, Mammon being Mammon, will deny deny deny! The brother that baby sits the most for him is probably Lucifer, actually. (He doesn't trust Mammon at first. Jk, he trusts Mammon a lot with this, actually.... mostly)

3. Satan

You may be thinking, 'Pen, you're absolutely stupid and don't know anything about OM!, nor how to write in character', and you may be right, but let me cook!

You see, Satan at first isn't too keen on the idea of a child. All they do is scream and cry shit themselves and eat then cry some more. And when they're a teenager, they'll just sass him. And he does NOT like the idea of that. But all you have to do is appeal. Example:

Tell him to imagine the following: A 4 or 5, maybe even 6 year old boy or girl that's a mini version of him. Running around the house of lamentation, screaming curses about Lucifer, who can't do anything because they're a child who doesn't know any better. They'd be able to get away with anything and he could use that to his advantage. Now he's hooked, and he'll think about it, but despite his hate for poor Luci, he's still aware that it's a lot of responsibility. Which is why you have to reassure him that that's why you'll raise the baby together. Plus, imagine taking the child to the library, reading to them. They get to develop their own personality. Which is when teenhood becomes fun, because it's not about the sass, it's about the fun personality they've developed.

His biggest fear for his child is his child becoming like him. He doesn't want that. He'd prefer his child become like Lucifer than to see himself in his child (though not by a lot) Oh, and he trusts Asmo enough to be super gentle with the child. (Mostly because he threatened to kill Asmo if the baby is hurt) but also because he knows that the baby would be in gentle hands!

4. Lucifer

Lucifer isn't so quick to agree for 2 reasons.

He's always busy, what if he ends up neglecting the child in favor of work? And then you'll end up taking care of the child in its most vital years to have both parents present (though every year is vital to have both parents present). Of course, you'll just reassure him that Diavolo would give him some leave time in favor of raising the baby, and the brothers would help with his work load in the meantime.

2. Ok, but what about his brothers? That's the thing, he feels like he's already a father of 6. He won't be able to look after them as much because a baby is far too much time. They'll be running loose like chickens without heads in no time. You'll have to tell him he'll just have to have faith in his brothers. At first, he scoffs at the idea. But...he thinks about it. And the more he does, the more he agrees. Finally, he'll take you out somewhere private to tell you that he agrees. He wants to have a baby.

His worst fear is his child not feeling like he was present in his life. He already knows what it's like to have someone related to you hate youSatan, so it would be nothing new to him, though it would still hurt. Yet, his worst fear is his child growing up feeling like he was never there for his them. This will result in him constantly switching his attention time during teenage years from super clingy because he wants to be present, to a little distant because he doesn't want to come off as clingy. You better bring it to his attention and help him find a happy medium before your child starts to resent him for this. Oh, and the brother he trusts most to look after his kid is Mammon. This may sound stupid, but we all know Mammon would at least keep the kid alive. (Like Satan, he'll tear Mammon limb from limb if otherwise) but if Mammon isn't present, he'll ask Satan. Though, he can't be surprised if Satan has taught his child how to say 'fuck Lucifer' as one of their first phrases.

5. Asmodeus

Like Satan, he doesn't really want a child for the same reasons. They just cry, they take a lot of time, he won't be able to get his beauty sleep at night, ect. Also like Satan, you'll just have to appeal. Imagine all the cute family photos he can take! Plus, wouldn't the child be beautiful? 'Oh, but what about when they grow up and go through some weird emo phase?' Well, you guys will just have to accept them for that. And when (if) they grow out of the phase, y'all can continue to support them and then finally take family pictures again. And if they never grow out of the goth phase, you'll just have another Belphie. He laughs, and is a little more calm. It takes maybe some few months before he brings up the idea, saying that he thinks he's ready. His biggest fear is his child growing up unloved by their peers, so he tries to dress them up pretty all the time. You might have to remind him to let the child explore their own style for a bit, and he'll reluctantly agree at first, then be very willing later on. He doesn't want people to see his child as anything but pretty, but understands how important it is for the child to have their own style and feel supported for it. But he's keeping all them embarrassing baby photos. And he's definitely showing them off to his child's romantic partner (if they're not aro/ace). The brother he trusts the most to handle his child is Lucifer. He knows the child will be safe. He would pick Satan, but....y'know.

6. Leviathan

For obvious reasons, at first it's a no. He won't be able to play games as much, the baby will always be crying, ect. But you'll have to remind him that it's a team effort, and he won't be the only one taking care of the child. Plus, once the baby grows up, he'll always have someone to play games with. To which he responds they might not like games. You can counter that if they're constantly surrounded by games, they'll become a familiar source of comfort, and they'll likely love games. Same for any cartoon or anime he makes them watch. He'll give you plenty of excuses, but they're all bullshit. His biggest reason(and secret) is he thinks he'll be a horrible, embarrassment of a father. His child won't think he's cool, and might even get bullied a lot. I mean, imagine having some lame Otaku for a father. Sad, right? But just tell him that his child will love him because he's their father, and no matter what, they'll be proud to call him dad, just like you'll be proud to call him their dad. He tears up afterwards, and maybe a while later, he'll shyly approach you and tell you he's ready. He'll pay less attention to video games and anime for a while, but when he gets a break, if he's not sleeping, he's catching up on all the anime. His worst fear is his child becoming lonely like him. So he makes sure the child grows up with a pet of some kind. That way, they'll learn to be social. Oh, and if it's a boy, he'll try his damndest to name him Henry, and if it's a girl, Hana and/or Yuri. The brother he trusts the most is also Lucifer. He would say Beel, but he doesn't want him to eat his child (Beel would never), and he would say Asmo, but he doesn't want to receive an Asmo Jr. Oh, and Mammon isn't allowed near the child.

7. Belphagore

Last, and least surprisingly, Belphie. A child is wayyyyyyy too much responsibility for little old him. Plus, they cry all the time, he wouldn't be able to sleep. I'm not sure if you really could convince him to have a baby. If you did, it would be years in advance before he would agree. I think the best route is to just prove to him that the responsibility will be shared (and worth it), and he could still get sleep from time to time. Which would help. But if y'all ever do have a baby, he'll slack off a lot. You'll probably get into a couple of arguments because you'll be doing most of the work in toddler and infant years. (Most likely to get divorced over the child if y'all are married. Not saying it will happen, though. Just most likely out of the brothers.) Eventually, after ranting to Beel, he'll realize he has been a shit father at first. To the child, and to you. (Thank Beel for getting through to him). Like Beel, his worst fear is his kids not being safe. He really doesn't care how they turn out as long as they're happy and healthy. After he finally starts taking initiative as a parent, he becomes over protective. If its a girl, he sees Lilith in her, and he wont let her go. Obviously, he trusts Beel the most with his kids.

[littlehypnone]

Hiii! It's me Bat 🦇, you don't know me :( but I've got a request if you're up to it!

Perhaps a regressed Swiss and phantom. Swiss was taking care of phantom as usual, making sure their dressed and ready for the day, giving them their breakfast and their usual morning routine together.

It all starts getting to swiss when he sees phantom play with their Legos and dinos. Watching them smile and giggle as they made the dinosaurs crush down the Lego buildings. Swiss' mind starts getting all fuzzy, feeling himself slipping. But he refuses to let his guard down when Phantom was regressed, he didn't want anything to happen to his bat.

But it's so so hard to fight the urge to slip and be care free, he finds himself panicky and worried the more he gets fuzzy. Then Mountain comes to the rescue! He notices Swiss' odd behaviour, quickly helping him calm down and reassuring him that everything will be okay, mount telling him that he'll be there to take care of both him and phant <3

The end!! I've been thinking about regressed Swiss for so long haha, but only do this request if you want to! And take your time :D

i didnt follow this word to word but the concept is still here, i hope its okay. i did my best even tho i dont really see swiss as a regressor

740 words, little phantom (they/them), overworked and tired cg swiss, then little swiss, cg mountain, brave helper phantom, bit of panic and doubts about himself on swiss' side

Swiss was tired. He worked too much lately and he knew it, but he had things to do and not enough time to spare for a proper rest. He’d planned on taking a break during the weekend but things such as fussy little ghouls came up and he didn’t get a chance. He wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but it all started to pile up on top of him.

Now, the weekend was over and Swiss was more exhausted than before. Phantom had had a bad day the day before and went to bed with Swiss all small and scared. They woke up still little, but not upset anymore.

The multi ghoul was taking care of them all morning, helping them get dressed, making them breakfast and coming up with something to entertain them. Phantom ended up watching one of their favorite cartoons as they played with Lego’s on the floor in front of the TV. Swiss was sitting on the couch, keeping an eye on them. It’d be so easy to just fall asleep and take a nap, but Phantom couldn’t be left unsupervised and no one else was available. He’d push through, it was nothing.

Except he couldn’t.

The near silence of the common room, with only Phantom’s cartoon filling it, left his mind vulnerable to all the pressure that was gathering around him for the last few days. Before Swiss could really notice what was happening, his mind was slipping and he was curling himself up under a blanket.

He couldn’t do anything about it, though, Phantom was still small and needed to be watched over, he just had to shake himself out of it. It’d be fine, he was okay, it wouldn’t–

“Swissy? Are you o– okay?” Phantom perked up, their brows furrowed. They weren't only observant, but also a quintessence ghoul. Of course they noticed something was wrong.

“Y– yeah, buggy, don’t worry,” Swiss forced himself to smile as he hid half of his face behind the blanket. He started to panic.

“No! Something’s w– wrong,” they stood up and made their way over to where Swiss was curled in on himself. They knelt in front of him and looked intently into his eyes as he tried to avoid them. “T– tell me, Swissy, I can help!”

The multi ghoul thought for a moment. Phantom would get upset if they couldn’t help and he didn’t want that. He didn’t know what to do, though, how they could help. All they could do was–

“Can– can you get Mounty?” he mumbled, tightening the blanket around himself. Phantom shot up, nodding, and ran away before Swiss could process what was happening and tell them to slow down and be careful.

He was left alone with Phantom’s cartoon as background noise. He couldn’t stop the ugly thoughts his mind was supplying him with, that he was useless, that he failed at the simplest task of watching a little ghoul, that he should–

“Swiss, darling?” he heard Mountain’s voice and tears filled his eyes. He wanted him, yes, but now someone would see how weak he was. He hated that. “Oh, baby…”

“‘m s– sorry,” Swiss whispered shakily, hiding even further behind the blanket. “Where… Phantom?”

“Left them with Dew,” Mountain explained, knowing that this knowledge alone would calm the multi ghoul a bit. “Do you want a hug, my heart?”

He nodded and was quickly scooped up, straight into Mountain’s lap. Swiss buried his face in his chest, letting out a single sob at the feeling of… love.

“It’s alright,” the earth ghoul mumbled into his ear, doing his best to call him down. It was working, Mountain had something about him that made it impossible for any ghoul to be upset around him. “It happens, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

Swiss thought about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was really tired, after all, and Mountain was always so nice to him, he loved him so much. Maybe… maybe it was a good idea. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mountain smiled and pressed a kiss to Swiss’ forehead. “Can I carry you to my room? I know you like it there.”

The multi ghoul nodded and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, letting him pick him up. “It’ll all be okay, my heart. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Swiss never dared to doubt him.

[royalberryriku]

Some Thoughts on the 'Writing Process'™

So I see a lot of writers struggle with these very specific things, AKA:

The Staring at the Blank Page Thing where you struggle to come up with ideas, words, etc

The Word Counting Counting where you cannot stop counting your word count

The 'Can Someone ELSE Proofread This Because I Don't Want to Read It' dilemma

The 'How Do I STOP Hating Everything I Write' issue which also leads into the 'How Do I Stop Scrapping Everything' issue

And finally the 'I DONT WANT TO WRITE I WANT TO IMAGINE IT INSTEAD' problem

There are various things that can make writing hard, but I have had some thoughts! And maybe they might just be useful.

So for Issue Number 1, I've found that, if you want to write, NEVER do it before you already have the ideas. Looking at a blank page just makes it harder. You get bored and that makes writing feel boring. Of course, this is all just my opinion, maybe this actually works for you. BUT! In my own personal experience, I find that actually LIMITING how often I open my document helps a bunch. No matter how much you wanna write, there's no point torturing yourself over how little you're doing and shaming or pressuring yourself to get it done. Punishing yourself is just gonna kill your inspiration and, obviously, you're not going to want to write if you now associate it with punishment for not writing. It's a cycle of just being mean to yourself. Well, don't wanna be unproductive? As silly and counterproductive as it sounds; self care is the answer which I've found that actually works.

This actually leads into Issue Number 2. I think these probably stem from the same issue; punishing yourself for not producing. Again, punishing yourself and shaming yourself into just staring at a blank screen or staring at how little the word count is or how much you have to go until your goal is just going to kill your inspiration and make you bored. Shaming doesn't get you to write more, or faster or suddenly become more productive. Believe it or not? Self care and making it fun is what makes a fun story come to life. You're not just writing a block of text that's a recount to sell in this capitalist hellhole (I mean you are but that doesn't mean the process has to be bound by capitalism because FUCK CAPITALISM), you're writing a story you wanna tell; focus on the story before the method and don't punish yourself for it not just magically appearing. These things take time, they take trial, error, mistakes and various drafts, but FIRST? They take those little moments where you just daydream scenes and the imagination you have to exist at all. Focus first on the story and your own health and the rest will come, slowly but surely. Anyway that was a lot of words to essentially just say; don't look at the word count, focus on the story and the length will follow regardless. It's fine to check and obviously, you'll just have to at some point. But please please try and do what you can to avoid checking, even use a different method. I use page count because it's so varied and inaccurate that it actually doesn't matter and just tricks my brain into using that to see my very general progress and makes it seem bigger than it actually is. It also can just be easier to check at a glance if I want to make sure the structure of each chapter is more or less consistent enough.

Issue Number 3 is tricky, mostly because once you've made something, it can be legitimately very boring to reread everything you JUST wrote. For me, I'm sort of chaotic in that I reread as I go or do it very randomly and rewrite as I come up with things. The good thing is though that what you write isn't set in stone. It's malleable and fluid. I always have a cut and paste section on my computer where I just... cut and page and rearrange things as I think of it. I don't worry about "oh but what if I mess up" because you're ALWAYS gonna mess up! That's actually one of the cool things about writing, you CAN mess up and go back and reread it eventually to make it work a bit better after all the other chaotic going-back-and-fixing-things. Which brings me to my main point (especially if you don't want to replicate my chaoticness) I try to leave proofreading itself as much as I can for the end of it all. As in, I just let myself write, yes rearranging and going back whenever I want, but never throwing anything OUT, never scrapping the whole document because it's gonna have bits you might reuse. And more to the point, it gives you a lose skeleton to base your next draft on. It's more work but I find it really reassuring in that you don't judge every little thing as you go, but just say "meh, fuck it!" and write whatever works, then rewrite it in a separate document all over again, never deleting the last one so you can copy and page whatever you liked from the first draft, or second, or third, and use each mistake and flaw. Recycling is good folks, even just in writing. Or... at least it is for me. If this doesn't work for you, it doesn't work for you, but this is just what helps me so maybe it might help you too.

This also goes into Issue Number 4. Honestly, you're never gonna not be your biggest critic. But! You can at least make your work feel a bit more positive and go in with a "eh who cares?" mindset into writing. It may not erase the "wow this is hot garbage" feeling, but it'll feel a bit more like "well this is MY hot garbage and I don't care if it's bad or good, because at least it was fun". Plus, like I said; recycling is very good. The best way to force yourself not to hate something is to get really damn used to it, AKA, never getting rid of it. Which is hard, I know. Especially if you just really freaking hate it. And, well, it's not like I'm saying you should keep absolutely every little thing, I don't want you all to get clutter and folders upon folders of stuff you won't use...buuut I am saying it helps to keep things and get comfortable in your own messiness and imperfection. It starts to feel normal at least, or for me it does, and slowly you kind of just...accept it. Also, making fun little things to enjoy your ideas away from your writing itself. If you draw? Make fanart. Maybe even make AUs in your head. Maybe make some mood boards. HYPE YOURSELF UP! Or as best you can at least, and never force things. If you aren't feeling this particular story right now? Move on to another project and yes having WIPs can be annoying but sometimes it's necessary. Again, these are all just my opinions and stuff I do when I struggle with these; I'm not commanding anyone to do anything and as always, maybe this won't work for you personally. But hey, doesn't hurt to give it a try first and see if it works, or maybe something else will. Whatever the case, this is just my own two cents.

And finally, Number 5. Honestly? This isn't so much as issue in and of itself as much as just an issue of prioritisation. Imagination is the most important part of even coming up with a story to begin with and, honestly, imagining scenes can really help build a mental image of what you want to describe and how things look and feel. One thing, a little cheat code you could say, that I've found is melding daydreaming with research. Which makes absolutely no sense since this is the most funnest part with the most boring part of writing, but hey, it works surprisingly well I assure you. So here's the setup I have; no doc (except for if I really need to jot down some notes), then images that remind me of my work (Pinterest boards maybe, a few mood boards, etc), then the research. I go between each of these; daydreaming. The result? I imagine scenes with the research I want; motifs that work with themes, imagery to use in scenes, what architecture works, what the weapons look like. Then, before I even write, I go back and still daydream WITH what I've researched and it sticks in my mind way better than even the notes I've made. Speaking of, with notes, I like to doodle in the margins of them, make them fun, highlight with fun colours. Sometimes? Research, note taking and writing doesn't have to be work in and of itself, sometimes it can be fun and a little quest of your own. Sometimes making writing and research feel like you're daydreaming can make all the difference between begrudgingly slugging through a chapter, or just having fun writing a new scene you just imagined and that starts to form into something new and exciting.

TLDR: Make writing fun! Like Mary Poppins once said; "a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down". Sometimes it's actually better to make the work into a treat instead of using a treat as a bribe or punishing yourself. In fact, making any part of the process into a punishment for not working just makes everything harder.

ALSO! Just in general, take breaks! It's easy to forget what you're doing (especially once it becomes fun) and forget to take care of yourself both physically and mentally. Too much time looking at a screen (or even just a page) can be straining! Remember to eat! Remember to drink water and sleep! Get up and walk around if you can, go to the bathroom and maybe even go for a little walk outside and get some Vitamin D if you're able to. Remember to maybe take a few days away from writing so you can come at it again with a refreshed mind and new perspective, sometimes you can get boggled down and start getting too focused on one little thing. It's good to let yourself have half an hour, an hour or even a few days to just refresh and go out and get new inspiration just from living. Sometimes the key to writing and ideas is to just stop writing for a bit and to just take a breath.

[rebellum]

Something I genuinely don't understand is the idea that trans people who were afab weren't socialized as girls because they're trans, and trans people who were amab weren't socialized as boys because they were trans.

Like, socialization refers to the process of gendered enculturation, wherein individuals are told "this is the correct way to act because you are [a boy][a girl]" and corrected and told "to be a real/proper [gender] you have to do this"

Enculturation in general refers to how people are raised into a specific culture, to expect and to follow those norms. Eg as a kid, I was taught that to use the bathroom we sit on the toilet seat and wipe with toilet paper after. In other cultures, kids at that age are taught to squat and to rinse with water with the left hand.

Gender enculturation refers to how people are taught to "do" gender, and the beliefs around gender. It doesn't have to be directly said to them. For example, I was raised as a girl, and my parents were feminists. I was totally allowed to not wear dresses as a kid if I didn't want to. But when I was a little kid, dresses were bought for me for formal occasions. As I got older that involved people assuming I would wear dresses for formal occasions. I saw this in the world around me, in media, in my classroom, etc: girls wear dresses. Boys don't, not because I was told "boys don't wear dresses", but because I happened to never see boys wearing dresses.

The process also of course involves being directly told that you can/can't do something, or that someone of a gender can/can't do something. Eg a boy on a playground tries to play with his sister and her littlest pet shops, and the kids around him (boys AND girls) tell him he can't do that, he's not supposed to do that, because he's a boy.

Gendered behaviours are attempted to be corrected in children through social pressure and verbal or physical violence. Eg, if a boy is interpreted to have feminine mannerisms, the kids and adults around him will tell him to "stop acting like a girl" or will beat him up for "being a fag", actions which further illustrate the following multiple points: 1) you are a boy 2) you are being a boy in the wrong way and failing at masculinity 3) you aren't a girl 4) being a girl is something you DONT want to be 5) being a "fag" (a man with feminine traits, like being attracted to other men) is bad, if you act like this you are a fag or are like a fag, and you deserve to have this happen to you for being the wrong kind of male (one who is feminine)

And, when it comes to perisex* kids, internal sense of gender doesn't actually influence your socialization. It doesn't matter if you're a trans girl or if you're a gay boy or if you're a straight boy who has feminine mannerisms, they are all the same thing: someone who is male who isn't behaving or looking like a male is supposed to.

*this whole process gets complicated when it comes to intersex kids whose status is known by others, because then there isn't a definitive gender that they're actually "supposed" to be. They're often punished for fundamentally failing to conform to sex, rather than failing to conform to the gender they were assigned at birth. It becomes less "you aren't a proper boy/girl" and more "what even ARE you? You're not a proper human if you aren't a boy or girl"

So I genuinely don't understand where people are coming from when they say that trans people were socialized as the gender they really are (eg, a trans man was socialises as a trans boy), or weren't socialized as their assigned gender. That doesn't make sense to me, there's something in that argument that hasn't been explained to me or that I'm failing to properly understand.

[ghostsprettymama]

Mona Lisa.

" your wish is my command,"

A/N: my first writing hopefully a Story maybe, leave a like while u at it :3  (modern au, t'challa, shuri, and Erik have no familial relations, minor characters are mentioned but no sexual events with them.)

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warnings: peer pressure, manipulation, violence, drug use, smut, 18+ please, swearing,  oral, alcohol use. And

word count: 3,203 words 17,166 characters

Pairings | gang member ! Shuri x Black! reader, the reader having a crush since childhood.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

Part two. Part three.

Y/n L/n a girl with her family finally moved back to her hometown, she sure missed her old friend Shuri. Her sneaky ass was happy since she knew her friend still lived in ATL, specifically the neighborhood her family stays in.

Shit, for sure she was tired of her brother Erik's loud ass snoring, "mom can you wake him up? He's so loud!" She said, annoyed at his obnoxious snoring. He sounded like he was having the dream of his life, shit maybe you would sound like that too if your bitchass would sleep when told to😒.

"He gets that from your father, querido. Wake him up gently, i dont wanna hear his whining." (darling). your father had taken offense to the smart remark, giving your mother the side eye and a stank face. " Well, they both got your sass, and be quiet cuz ik damn well you didn't forget who was driving," he said, playing with her. Your mother put her hands 

up as a fake surrender. You wanted love like your parents, but yk nobody in ATL gonna give you that.

You shook your brother, not as gently as your mother wished, but he'll be alright. After enough shaking he woke up stretching, then of course staring you down. "can't have shit with you around Y/n always gotta be the #1 hater for what.." he said, looking at you like you had lost your damn mind. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on Instagram.

Then you came across your childhood best friend's Instagram page. It was her. Shuri, your cheeks went a little red, and your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. 

You Followed her, wanting to dm her but hesitated to, but you proceed to stalk her account, like some photos, and watch her story, something in you was proud. She had a big platform and was making a lil' money off of it. Good for her. You wanted to dm her and yet you hesitated, After all, she might not know who the hell you are, knowing you'd look crazy as hell dming her, even more, crazy saying stuff she probably won't remember.

Erik glanced over shaking his head " Aint that the one girl you like" he cocked an eyebrow staring you down, he already knew the answer but wanted you to say it "She’s no- you tried to speak and yet got interrupted by your brother. "yeah right, ever since we was 5 all you did was play with her, and only look at her. Shit, I remember you throwing a ball at her brother's head for being mean to her" he said, shaking his head " you do like her but you're  1.) in denial 2.) oblivious" he finished. 

Damn, he ate that, he even left you speechless, you stared off trying to think of a comeback knowing damn well you don't got one, your grip of steel loosened on your phone and he took it dming shuri for you.

Suddenly you snapped out of it trying to get  your precious baby back, but of course, your brother is stronger and "better". he kept one hand on ur face keeping you away from the phone, as he texted shuri for you.

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Erik pov

"Damn," I said biting my lip, "Told you so," My younger sister Y/n said, "Mann you ain't tell me shit, at least she remembers your shy ass." I said kissing my teeth and making a sound with it, throwing the phone back to Y/n.

I gladly will support my Lil sis thru this, I just don't fw her brother, and T'challa doesn't fuck with me. 

We keep it lowkey and don't fight in front of them, it ain't their business anyway.

She should date Shuri anyway, T'challa 's hoe ass doesn't deserve my sister anyway.

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Y/n pov

I smiled at the message, my eyes lighting  up with joy, I can tell Erik is happy that I'm smiling at least, my dad parked in front of our house, damn it's big, telling us to gtfo the car.

I quickly texted shuri something hoping id get a good answer. 

(darling)

Then you heard running in the house and a woman came out, your eyes went up and down her body scanning her to see if it was shuri. your shuri.

you looked at her fit and slim body, her wearing a sports bra and jogging pants so low that you could see her v line,  you moved your eyes to her upper body, her unmarked pretty chest,  her untouched neck and collarbone, and last but not least her face looking as if it were sculpted by the gods, my god her jawline.

Her jawline was something you could mark up for the world to see, and her pretty plump lips were kissable, soft, and plush. her pretty button nose. You enjoyed it dearly and it complimented those beautiful eyes.

I shook my head that you don't like her. At least you thought that, you didn't even know why your mind was thinking like this.

You ran up to her and hugged her tightly " SHURIII I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!", you hid your face in the crook of her neck and then gave her a friendly kiss, she lifted you, your legs automatically wrapping around her built waist. "y/n!  Sithandwa! " Shuri wrapped one hand around my ass to cover it  since my skirt was rising and the other around my waist

"Y/n! the movers are finished, you and Erik enjoy being outside me and your pa are gonna set stuff up" my mom yelled as she and dad went inside slamming the door.

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SHURI POV

she smirked at the messages shaking her head, shuri got up from her bed and quickly got dressed.

Of course, she remembered her childhood best friend, she thought about her and wrote about her, for 13 years straight in 35 hub notebooks. 

But of course,  Shuri wouldn't let her know allat, she wanted to have some fun with the girl, so she checked y/ns pages looking at posts, highlights, and everything.

Damn, she grew up.. She looks different now, especially her body... haven't seen her in a bit. damn, that ass. she liked a video of her working out at the gym, Shuri's eyes went to her chest as she bit her lips. exiting off her page.  I'm not gonna do anything dumb, take it slow, it's your bestfriend shuri you can't fuck around with her like them flings at school. she smacked her head, before she turned around opening the blinds of a window close by her  bed, she saw a car hoping its y/n, and her heart raced as she squinted seeing Erik in the car.

She knew it. y/n was there, and she got a notification from Instagram, from "Y/n 🫶🏽" she confirmed that it was indeed her in that honda civic.

Shuri texted back w speed, running out of her room and almost falling down the stairs, her speed startled her older brother T'challa  " Girl what the fuck are you doing running around like a damn cheetah???" said T'challa giving his sister a look like she lost her damn mind.

"what's got you in a rush 'anyway?" T'challa said standing up, towering above the 5"8 female slightly.

Shuri looked him up and down, returning his curious look with a stank face " if you don't back your black ass the fuck up.." she rolled her eyes stepping back "Y/n's back and I miss her so I'm gonna go see her outside. come out or not grouchy ass " shuri walked outside, her brother following behind watching from the door Frame.

" damn.." me and T'challa both said under our breathes looking at y/n, "you can tell she's checking you out, her gayass can't even hide it" T'challa laughed quietly staring at Y/n then his mood changed seeing erik lean against the car, and watching him

Shuri knew damn well they didn't fuck w each other, hes not as dumb as Y/n with social cues. It was shuri’s turn to study y/n, shuri slowly traced her eyes up the curvy woman's body, stopping at her pretty breasts, she bit her lip snapping out of it when y/n jumped on her. "ingaba le ntombazana isisidenge itsibela umntu inxibe isiketi esifutshane..." (is this stupid girl jumping on someone in a short skirt...) said T'challa, his voice raspy when speaking his native tongue.

 "Watch your mouth," Shuri said in a threatening tone, understanding Xhosa while the Beautiful girl in her arms didnt. Her doe eyes looked at shuri then T'challa.

Erik got closer sitting on the step.

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Y/n's pov

When she looked at T'challa he stared back, her innocent eyes lost in his eyes full of things she wasn't ready for, he smiled innocently while his eyes meant something else, it felt like a cat hunting a mouse.

She looked away eventually letting T'challa win the stare-off turning her head to Erik as she yawned

"Erik can you believe it! they still remember us!" she giggled with a smile, Erik nodded staring at the sky as it began to rain down hard "mmh it's raining.. I don wanna ruin my hair..." she sighed. Erik motioned to grab her  from shuri and she repositioned her to be at her side

"Easy big and strong, you guys can stay with us till the rain stops" said shuri looking at T'challa with pleading eyes hoping he'd say yes.

T'challa looked at Erik, his eyes saying "fuck no" only because it's T'challa. "mmh.." he thought abt it yes come in" he nodded moving from the door.

They came in one by one, shuri sitting by Y/n, Erik on the steps, and t'challa sitting at the door.

Eventually, the tension eased, and they'd all be heard laughing and talking about stuff they missed in their childhood, that or reminiscing. 

Shuri would notice y/n is fast asleep, her head on her lap.

"so.. does she still like me?" shuri eyes Erik " she was blushing when she found your page and was acting like a middle schooler too shy to text you yada yada," said Erik leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

Shuri smiled "I just wish she would say it" she shook her head gently, stroking her head, running her hand thru y/ns braids.

"I'm gonna bounce, I rather sleep at my house, and have her home when 

she wakes up" Erik left and T'challa had gone to his room.

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SHURI

"let's get you somewhere nice to sleep."

she gently would pick up y/n  bridal style,not trying to wake her, she locked the doors before moving upstairs to her room.

Shuri would take her shoes off and put her in some old pjs she had. tucking her in and getting with her.

shuri closed the blinds and the curtains, dimming the lights and getting ready for a rest.

hours later

Shuri woke up to  y/n watching tv, she shook her head and went under the covers and appearing between y/ns legs laying her head on y/ns lap.

"Hey ma. Shouldn't you be leaving?" shuri said in a raspy morning voice. this got Y/n soaked to her core, she noticed the sudden heat but was too tired to embarrass her about it. 

"Ma? that's a new nickname." y/n looked down at her stroking her head, shuri hummed while Y/n watched tv. " you know I'm so glad that you remember me, shit, 'd cry if you didn't" said y/n

shuri smiled chuckling" let's get some drinks yeah? im thirsty" she gave a tap to her butt causing y/n to jump. Shuri left 

first to the kitchen leaving y/n upstairs.

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Y/n

Y/n blushed, thinking that it was weird for friends to do this. but it was shuri, and she didnt mind at all, when she got off the bed, she went to the bathroom to find herself in a shirt, Shuri's shirt and  pretty panties she had on.

did she... Y/n thought to herself, blushing.  they were both girls and friends, she shook her head, overthinking it, skipping on down the kitchen and there she was, drinking from the bottle, Hennessy. she had a cup for y/n  ready to join her . "to my friend coming back!" she smiled, clinking her bottle yo y/n's cup.

"I um, never had any before shuri. I dont know" y/n said kind of worried, looking at Shuri with her pretty doe eyes " dont be a pussy n drink up." her voice sounded commanding, not the usual soft tone she had with y/n.  but either way, something in y/n liked it, she got more aroused and obeyed shuri's orders automatically, she didn't know why but she just wanted to please her.

She gagged at the taste sticking her tongue out in disgust but drank every cup poured for her till she was giggling on the table.

"man i should get home shuri" y/n would  hiccup looking at her. but  got no reply, shuri was texting sb. Her body wasn't too far from y/n, so she pulled her closer with her legs putting the phone aside. 

"Put the phone down. I want attention * hiccup * " y/n  said tracing a finger down her body, "damn shuri you look so goooood..." she tightly closed her legs while staring, shuri looked at y/n then her phone, deciding to play the intoxicates ones game.

"Don't need T' stare y/n.. tell me what you like,"  shuri said. y/n had the drunk confidence, she didn't feel shame temporarily "i like everything I see..." your hands went up and down her body as you bit your lips. "but these clothes gettin' in the way.." you slowly would look down her body, your pussy turning into Niagara falls.

Shuri gave a light tap on your ass before feeling you in all the right places, but she wouldn't go further without your consent. "can i- "just fucking touch me shuri" you hissed out, obviously wanting shuri so bad " say it then princess" shuri said looking into y/n's eyes, but it wasn't her soft look anymore, she was hungry, hungry for you.

" Please shuri, I need you so bad, everything you do just fucks with my mind, please just fuck me already " you whined out, sounded like a melody to her ears, she'd move stuff off the counter putting the alcohol back in the fridge. then went back to y/n  moving her waist more towards her, Y/n would support her body with her arms as shuri took y/n’s panties off  spreading your legs.

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You gasped at her strength, how quickly she grabbed your legs and spread them, you were shocked you were doing this with your best friend, damn, didn't know Hennessy made bitches gay.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty pussy being so soaked just for her, "all this just f'me Y/n? " she chuckled " y- before you could even get a word in her mouth attacked your pussy, her tongue causing you so much pleasure, your body grinded and rocked against her tongue, your pretty moans filled the room.

Shuri gripped your thighs glaring up at you, damn she was sexy from this angle"Sthandwa, let me take care of you" (my love). You nodded your pretty doe eyes rolling back at her tasting you and abusing your clit "fuck shuri I feel something in my tummy" You said feeling the knot form in your stomach "that's good, js means you’re gonna cum soon my Inbazana " said shuri taking a break from attacking your pretty pussy.(my girl)

"mmh why did you stop shuri" you whined as she'd chuckle " hold it f'me yeah?" she said as she went back to tasting you, her tongue doing tricks against your clit. "i-ill try," you said stuttering from all the pleasure you were getting, grinding against her tongue again since her hands moved, your head tilted back as your eyes rolled back, you moaned softly not wanting to wake T'challa up.

then you felt her long fingers enter you, you arched your back moaning loudly, a soft tear falling from your eyes "Ah? do you like it sthandawa? like feeling my fingers" she slowly thrust them in your pussy as her tongue will still attack your clit, nice and slow this time.

She began to gently suck her lips against your clit at the same pace, your hand moving to her hair automatically, you couldn't even control your body right now, all you were doing was speaking and acting on impulse.

She kept going swapping with sucking and licking your clit, you whined wanting to cum so badly " please shuri please can I? I wanna cum so bad please" you whined, looking at her with your pleading doe eyes, this whole time her eyes remained on you, every reaction of yours turned her on to the max. You began grinding against her faster, you needed her so damn bad.

"Hmm..." she thought about it going faster with her licks and sucking, her fingers finding your g-spot and abusing it, you threw your head back moaning, not caring how loud you were, suddenly you heard that T'challa was up and moving "please let me cum shuri please. ill let you do what you want to me for a week." she smiled at that deal nodding, making it final

The girl attacked Y/ns pussy her fingers brushing up against the g-spot nice and good, her licking and sucking causing y/n pure ecstasy as she squirted in shuris mouth, T'challa was almost near the kitchen before she licked her clean before moving her from off the counter, keeping her panties.

"What the hell is going on with all this damn noise Ri?" said T'challa dressed in only sweatpants and damn was he built

"ah.. yeah we were talking, now we're gonna go back to sleep bye!" shuri ran with y/n back to her room locking the door behind her.

T'challa sighed turning on the kitchen light and seeing the mess that happened " did these niggas... fuck on my counter... and not clean it up" he looked repulsed cleaning up after them

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The two girls cuddled each other, Shuri's leg resting between y/ns thighs, they looked at each other and smiled, shuri closed her eyes beginning to drift off to sleep

"Are we still friends...?" Y/n said, looking up at her hoping she'd say yes, Shuri opened her eyes and smiled " of course" she kissed Y/n's head before closing her eyes and her own

As they slowly drifted off to sleep.

[collegetennisoriginstory]

I wanted to throw in my opinion on the Trans MC if you want it! Option 3 would be a lot of extra writing and coding, so I get that it wouldn't be a decision made lightly and it would be added pressure to get it right and it's a sensitive topic for sure. I will say that if you chose to go this route tho, it would make a huge difference and mean a lot to us. I'm a trans athlete, and the lack of representation can be really discouraging. It's time like these where we are receiving so much hate, especially when it comes to sports, that allies could really step up and make a difference. Reading can really open people's minds! It may be difficult and uncomfortable, and take extra work, but that's our everyday tbh. We out here living on hard mode 😂 that's just my thoughts on the matter but I will respect you and read your story either way. Much love 🏳️‍⚧️♥️

Hey! Thank you so much for sending this! This gets long, forgive my wordiness.

First off, I really feel your statement to the bone, the part about how allies could step up and make a difference, and how positive rep in media, games etc. is insanely important.

So many stories, TV shows, movies have shaped my experience of being queer and POC, and while some of them have been nice just so I could see someone like myself being represented, the ones that really made an impact are of course the ones where these identities were explored in a sensitive, thoughtful way. (When I watched Saving Face for the first time at 17, about a queer Chinese American doctor, I bawled my eyes out and dont think I've been the same since).

I would absolutely love if CT:OS/my IFs could do this for trans athletes too.

I've seen/heard so many worrying statements about trans athletes (both in real life and in the media)—and it makes me so sad.

Some that really get me really riled up are: The idea that a trans athlete's accomplishments mean nothing because they "have an unfair advantage" (or putting it down to "just hormones" or whatever instead of recognizing the hardwork, skill, and dedication behind EVERY successul athlete, trans or not). Or the idea that trans athletes shouldn't get to choose to be trans if they want to be athletes. Or the idea of policing trans athletes' bodies or forcing them to undergo surgery in order for them to be "valid"...

Well, FUCK THAT. FUCK those people.

If my IF can help celebrate trans athletes, and combat/shut down the really harmful (and ignorant) rhetoric out there? I'd love to do that.

But since I am not trans myself, it feels doubly, triply important that I wade really carefully here. I'd really need to spend time making sure I like and can stand behind what I'm putting out. I don't think it'd be responsible representation, otherwise!

I'm not really a perfectionist about my writing and that's how I make progress on my IFs while working a full time job. I'm more the... "slap shit tgt, get it out there, get feedback and edit if I feel like it" kind of writer. And I don't think I'd be able to finish CT:OS / Merry Crisis any other way. But when it comes to race, gender, and sexual identity? I really. Really. Wanna get things right.

(I rewrote that Rayyan convo about being a POC athlete with Deepal so many times haha and it was already marginally less scary, since I am a POC athlete.)

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I agree it's so goddamn important to have trans stories, and rep, especially in sports, where views are often so toxic and polarized.

But I don't think I know yet whether I see my IF being more a simple "yay, trans rep" kind of space or an actual deeper exploration of what it means to be a trans athlete. I was quite prepared to add the option to be trans (+ any accompanying scenes etc.) when I have the complete CT:OS 1st draft, but I was also toying with the idea of just putting something imperfect into the game earlier.

Faced with indecision, I've opted for: procrastination. I am still waffling, but it was helpful to hear what you guys think. Thank you so much for your message.

Lots of love, keep being awesome ❤️

[gojoluvs]

hii:>, do you have tips in writing fanfics? i want to write one but I dont know if im doing it right

Of course! i think i replied to a similar ask but I cant find it unfortunately, but I would be glad to tell you :3

I know how daunting it can be to start writing a fanfic, but trust me, it's worth it. Here are some tips that have helped me along the way

1. Know your characters inside out. Whether they're original or from a pre-existing fandom, make sure you have a deep understanding of their personalities, backgrounds, and motivations. This will make your story more authentic and engaging.

2. Plot out your story before you start writing. This doesn't have to be a detailed outline, but having a general idea of where your story is going will help you stay focused and avoid writer's block.

3. Don't be afraid to take creative liberties. Fanfiction is all about exploring different possibilities and scenarios, so don't feel like you have to stick to canon. Just make sure your changes make sense within the context of the story.

4. Use dialogue to your advantage. This is where you can truly bring your characters to life and make them feel real. Use dialogue to reveal their personalities, relationships, and conflicts.

5. Don't be afraid to ask for feedback. Whether it's from friends, beta readers, or online writing communities, getting feedback on your work can help you improve and grow as a writer.

Remember, writing fanfic should be fun and exciting, so don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just let your creativity flow and enjoy the process. Happy writing!! and if you still find it a bit difficult just dm me! i would be more than glad to help you start writing🫶🏻🫶🏻

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

HI HELLO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH I BEEN LITTERALLY SCROLLING THROUGH UR BLOG NONSTOP HEARTS HEARTS <<333 HDHFJGVUKVK (esp your cyno stuff I LOVE HIM)

ANYWAYS- can i request a character who BARELY gets sick like their body whistands just about anything and theyre pretty tough and resilient

BUT THEN they get SO sick and IT HITS THEM LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BUS. Theyre low key just as surprised as anyone else because theyre so out of touch with their body they dont even realize it until they just straight up pass out or something

but even then they dont even admit it like “me? sick? never”

and yummm what if they dont know what to do because theyre never sick like its a first and they are so *bad* at dealing with it, like so bad it’s embarrassing someone has to step in. when caretaker steps in theyre like “this is how u do it” but then sickie goes like “but im not even sick” and caretaker is patiently like “yeah mhm”

bonus points if they hate being fussed over. maybe someone tries to put their hand on their forehead to check for temperature and they will dodge out the way with such speed like they’re low key so *uncomfortable* with the amounts of attention theyre getting they would rather suffer in silence (ill let you ponder on why 🤭)

but alas whatever they caught is A BITCH so they have to get bombarded with love and affection cue evil laugh <3

u could do this for any character u see fit, but cyno is def a suggestion cuz i can see him doing that (and because i love seeing him suffer sorry not sorry)

spent so much time writing this my icecream melted im slightly annoyed but i can only blame myself LOL anyway im sorry for this long ass column of writing, dont feel pressured to include everything i wrote it was really just food for thought like to get the creative juice flowing perhaps (or its just my endless stream of thoughts begging to go somewhere)

ANYWAYS BYE BYE LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF MWAH MWAH <33

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON! 🩷 I'm so happy you enjoy my works!!

This is SUCH a good concept! I love the whole scenario of "character never gets sick so when they do get sick it's bad." There's just soooo much potential with the trope! And I'm a sucker for characters who're not used to being sick, so they just do not understand what's happening.

"I'm feeling funny."

"Funny how?"

"I don't kno-" *proceeds to pass out*

Even better if they're avoiding being fussed over like the plague! But damn they need it because they have no idea how to look after themselves.

This definitely works for Cyno! Though it wouldn't fit in my current modern au, because unfortunately for him I've made poor Cyno very used to being sick there. So if I were to write this for Cyno, it'd have to be super far back in the past, or part of a different au!

But but but, here me out. Sethos. This could be a brilliant introductory fic for him into my modern au. Since he hasn't appeared yet, he's the perfect candidate for the "has no experience with being sick" trope.

But that's just an idea! I absolutely love all of this, and I'd be equally happy to write this for a different version of Cyno as well!

If you want to, anon, you can request for this to be written during Sicktember! My requests are closing in a couple of days on the 1st of August so I can start pre-writing, so if you want to request, now is the time to do it!!

Thank you so much again for all the kind words! And of course, rest in peace to the poor ice cream that melted during the writing of this ask

[quietwingsinthesky]

might i request a crumb of Crowley/Gabriel,,,,,, hm if were doing hurt/comfort how about..... one teasing the other about being concerned about their wounds? feel like it could work either way and i just die for the whole [*spongebob voice* you care about me dont you squidward] while being tended to vibes. no pressure ofc!

gave it a shot of a sort? possibly tilted more into teasing than concern, but see what you think? :3

"Don't get the wrong idea," Gabriel tells Crowley. He's hard to look at, but if Crowley has proven anything to himself by now, it's that he'll stare right up at the sun so long as he's sure he'll live through it. He wouldn't have bet on the Winchesters against Lucifer otherwise. "I like you as much as I like the idiots who thought we needed a team name to handle the Apocalypse, but we're all on the same side now: Lucifer's shit list." He wouldn't be doing it now, if Gabriel hadn't already pulled him out of that little dungeon he got put in once Lucifer finally caught up to the one demon not willing to bend over and prostrate himself.

But despite his protests, Gabriel did save him, and Gabriel is bandaging his wounds. A clumsy process for an archangel, his frustration showing at the curl of his lip at every reminder that keeping Crowley alive isn't half as easy as keeping two humans—however suicidally inclined said Winchesters were—alive. Too many touches of grace and Crowley's damned soul will go ka-put, and wouldn't that mess with Gabriel's plans to add his resources to…

"Team name?" Crowley demands.

"Do not get me started," Gabriel says, and then, with a sharp flourish, "but welcome to Team Free Will, where you get to rub elbows with the upper echelons of alcoholic hunters and disgraced angels."

"Are you counting yourself in that?"

"Absolutely," Gabriel says, dragging the emphasis on each syllable as he tightens Crowley's bandages. "You'll fit right in."

"I'm honored," Crowley mutters, "but I'll remain freelance."

Gabriel snorts. "I'll be sure to tell Dean what your going rate is."

"First service free, of course. In exchange for my life being saved."

"Just the first?" Half-affronted, half-amused, Gabriel checks him over.

"I'm open to negotiation," Crowley says, and he's surprised to find that he means it, so long as the person across the table is Gabriel. It's a little too tempting to have an archangel playing for his favor. Crowley wants to know how far Gabriel will let him push. Even his touch trails like tingling burns across Crowley's skin to remind him what the being he's messing with is, no matter how naturally Gabriel wears his own skin.

Not that that will stop him.

[art-the-f-up]

Hi, its the anon who talk about writing your Palestinian Hero AU. First, i wanna say thank you for your answer. I was really unsure about writing it bcs its a very serious topic. But like you said, we have our way to show solidarity, and i wanna show it through this fic based on your AU.

So id like to ask a few questions about the AU first for me to implement into the fic (since this is your AU after all, and id like to get it as close as possible to what you envision):

1. Does Laaiqa and Ahsan know each other as civilian, and do they know their identity.

2. What do they do as civilian. You dont have to answer this one if you feel like its sensitive or painful to answer

3. Do you mind if i add extra heroes? Don't worry, i won't use all the miracle box 😂 maybe just one or two. Im also gonna change how miraculous holder got chosen work so it will make sense why only so few miraculous were active during the G word.

Thank you for your time and words. I'll see to it that this fic get finished and may it brings Miraculers to also help stop this G word.

Hello! Best of luck to you, it's no pressure okay? I don't want you writing a fic thats got you all stressed instead of motivated or excited haha. The point of fanwork is representation and entertainment.

Laaiqa and Ahsan do know each other's identities, but they did not know each other as civilians before meeting as superheroes. They are mostly vigilant, so they don't come out in public as much. Which is why the public has, on their own, created the names Ladybird and Black Cat (in Arabic) for them. They call each other by their first names.

Laaiqa still lives with her mother in a small apartment in Jenin, and rarely gets to hear about how her father is doing in prison. Ahsan lives with one of his family friends in Gaza, working part time with his friend's dad in his shop after he lost his family and home. (I took this one simply out of one of our own tribal cultures. I realized many Palestinian values match that of our tribe and in our case when a single family member is left one of the families of the tribe take them in as their own. Most cases the child then tries to help in some chores/job even though he is not forced to but it is just a form of gratitude on his part. Pity on any individual is forbidden and is considered dishonorable but that's just me and I'd love to find out from a Palestinian if this is okay.)

Of course you can use whatever heroes you'd like haha. I didn't set this AU up in a specific timeline, I just took it out of what Palestinian life has been like these part 75 years. But yeah the basic message is just their resilience and strength no matter the situation.