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ohbother2 · 3 months

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Tha hazbin hotel brainrot is so strong, your writing is so good im kicking feet hsujsjsn

May i request a Lucifer X reader where they are pining so badly for each other and ends up in a situation where they are very close to one another? Like the classic " oh shit we're stuck in a small space together and so close" or "whoops tripped and fell now I'm pinning you down and panicking" kind of thing but it's really all up to you <3 and then they end up just full on making out lol, cause yearning,,

(I simply need making out fics with the short king he's taking over my brain😭)

Thanks for requesting!! I had a lot of fun with this one :) Hope you enjoy! Also, I only realised when I went to post this that this ask didn't specify a f!reader, but I thought it did so just a warning for you guys. It's not too specific but... not entirely gender neutral.

This probably borderlines smut, so... minors DNI.

Lucifer x f!reader

PART II

You had been Lucifer's secretary for many years now, joining him just after the disappearance of his ex-wife Lilith when he had decided he needed more help with his duties. You had been there for some of the worst years of his life, assisting him through the highs and lows of being the King of Hell, had seen him at his worst, and at his best. You had helped guide him from the deepest depths of depression, and for that he was eternally grateful, batting away the darkness with a smile enchanting enough to light up the dingiest corners of Hell. He truly didn't know what he would do without you, and today that was evermore apparent.

It had been a long day, and Lucifer found himself sat at his large desk, dark bags sitting heavy underneath his tired and bloodshot eyes, jacket and hat discarded and head resting in his hands as he tried to focus on the mountains of paperwork scattered along his ornate desk. He had been stuck in this position for hours, and he could feel his back creak and something in his neck twinge whenever he shifted. He truly desired nothing more than to crawl into bed, but he had duties that he couldn't just abandon.

A soft knock at his door signals your presence, and only his gaze lifts when you enter, tray in hand and that familiar comforting smile adorned on your rosy lips. Your smile morphs into something more fond as you approach the hunched man, who runs his hands through his disheveled locks and leans back in his plush chair, hands rubbing at the tiredness of his eyes and dragging down his cheeks. He looked tired, he looked weary, his waistcoat unbuttoned, his shirt wrinkled and rolled to his elbows, blonde locks falling across his forehead. You always loved when he looked a little disheveled, appreciating his strong forearms that flexed as he clenched his hands into his hair. It was more rugged than he ever let himself look in any other situation, and you couldn't get enough. You had to fight a frown at seeing how utterly exhausted he was, however, not enjoying the darkness encircling his bright eyes. He didn't hide these things from you, he had no need to; you wouldn't threaten his power at seeing this display of weakness, you would just smile and offer reassurance, appearing with a cup of steaming tea to quell his nerves.

"Good evening, sir." You place the tray against the edge of the desk, trying not to disturb any of the numerous documents that lay strewn about, though you doubted there was any system to the disarray.

"'Evening." He leans further back in his chair, watching you tiredly as you shuffle some of his papers to the side. "How many times do I need to tell you not to call me that? We're good friends, 'Your Royal Highness' is more than fine.''

"Apologies, 'Your Majesty'." You attempt a curtsy, though that was hard with the tight pencil skirt you had chosen to wear today. He laughs at your efforts, taking the steaming tea from your hands with a grateful nod, sighing as the scolding liquid reaches his lips.

"You're marvellous, you know? I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I brought you some tea." You back-hand his compliment away, as you always did, gaze turning to try and decipher some of his scrawling writing. You always found it easier to fight away the blush rising to your cheeks by confusing yourself with his work, that method hadn't failed you yet.

"You're here on a Friday night, looking after some tired old sod, when I'm sure you had many potential plans to go to." His gaze travels up from your hip that you had propped against the desk to tidy some books, up past the curve of your waist, the swell of your chest, gaze lingering a little too long on the collarbone that peaked from beneath your blouse, before finally resting on your face. He stares again, sipping slowly from his cup, far too long for a boss to appreciate an employee, mapping the curve of your brows, the light downturn of your lips as you tried to read something on the desk, the way your hair cascaded around your features. He was tired, he usually controlled himself better. "I wish you'd take a weekend off some time."

Your gaze finally returns to him, satisfied with the state of his desk and you lean back, both hands gripping the desk ledge. "Hypocritical coming from you, don't you think? When did you last have a weekend off?"

"Hmm," He hums, finishing his drink and placing it onto his desk. He rolls his neck in an effort to rid of the crick that was increasingly bothering him. You notice, you frown. "If I am nothing else, call me a hypocrite. You should be out - I don't want to see you here tomorrow night, I want to see you on Sunday morning with a horrendous hangover and stories to tell me."

You laugh, the King of Hell instructing you to go and shirk off your responsibilities and get smashed? Only Lucifer would tell an employee that.

"We both know that won't happen." You grin, taking the opportunity to reach forward and push some of his blonde locks back from his forehead, attempting to push them back into their usual immaculate style. He swallows tightly as you do, having to fight himself from leaning into your touch. You were so gentle, and that fond smile remained etched onto your face as you did so, and God he wanted you to keep caressing his face until he fell asleep right then and there. "Come on now Luci, this place would fall apart without me."

"I can cope one day without you." He bluffs, leaning heavily onto his right armrest and closer to you, legs crossing as he fully relaxes - work didn't matter right now, you did.

"You're so sure?" You shift your stance, and he notices in his peripheral how your tight skirt lifted slightly, exposing more of your milky thigh.

"Not at all." His confidence in the statement has you laughing lightly, the King of Hell grinning up at you and admitting how royally screwed he would be without you. "In fact, I'd probably be dead the next time you walked into work. But wouldn't that be a fun story?"

"I would much rather you be alive." You slowly leave your position leant against the desk, deciding enough was enough as he winces again and rubs at a sore spot in his neck. "I do quite enjoy your company, you know."

Your hands suddenly fall against his shoulders, and he lurches in his seat, shrinking away from the cold pads of your fingers that pressed delicately against either of his shoulder blades.

"Uh-" His voice is uncharacteristically high pitched, and he has to clear his throat to stop it from breaking embarrassingly. "Y/N, what are you-" His fingers grip at his thighs as your fingers move, pressing firmly against his worn muscles. Oh heavens, that felt good.

"You've been rubbing your neck since I walked through the door." You explain, completely focussed on your task at hand and unaware of the red hue that was steadily growing on Lucifer's rosy cheeks. "You need to give yourself a break."

This was rather a bold move from yourself, but you were nothing if not opportunistic. That's how you landed this job in the first place. Your hands work steadily, finally reaching the centre of his back and gliding your thumbs up his spine, up the centre of his neck, and directly into the base of his skull. His head rocks forward lightly at the movement and he groans at the action. You continue to work at his neck, and he remains sat, eyes closed tightly, clawed hands nearly tearing through his own trousers, bruising his own thighs, feeling as though he were back in Heaven. He could feel how close you were, the heat of your body wafting across his neck and shoulders as you worked, and he had to concentrate immensely to control the sounds that wanted to escape his throat. He had nearly combusted on the spot when he had audibly groaned, but you hadn't commented on it, for which he was eternally grateful.

After several minutes, that both felt like an eternity of torture and mere seconds of bliss for Lucifer, you pull your hands back, finishing with one final carding of your fingers through the short tufts of hair at his nape. His eyes open blearily at the loss of contact, blinking heavily as he watches you gather the tray into your arms, adorning his empty cup, and a stack of paperwork.

"Y/N what are you- absolutely not, leave those here." He reaches for the papers now stacked on your tray, and you lift it higher out of his reach unless he stood. He realises his dilemma, firmly rooted into his seat unless he wanted to make an incredibly embarrassing and inappropriate reveal.

"It's only the menial stuff I do sometimes." You step away from the desk slowly, heels clicking as you go. "Besides, it's barely made a dent. I'll have them finished and with you tomorrow morning."

"You should be sleeping." He warns, leaning his elbows against his desk and watching you leave.

"No no." You mock, pausing with a hand on the handle to the door. "We should be up and having fun, making embarrassing stories to share tomorrow. I, for one, can't wait to hear about the hilarious tales of Lucifer and his mountains of paperwork. I'll make sure my story is juicy, these accounting papers are always full of gossip." You lie plainly, and Lucifer shakes his head with a grin.

"Thank you." He calls as you open the door. "I mean it."

"I always have you to thank for a wild Friday night." You grin, finally leaving through the door you had entered from with a bow of your head.

Lucifer sinks into his seat, sighing heavily as the room plunges into silence once again. He stares at the papers that still littered his desk - you had lied, you had taken a sizeable amount. Your presence had helped, and your fingers had fully relaxed the tight muscles in his back and neck, and he felt immensely better than he had mere minutes before. However, you had created an entirely new problem. He shifts at the uncomfortable tightness to his trousers, hands dragging through his hair as he thought, hard. There was no point sitting here if he wasn't able to focus. He raises from his seat, cursing his inability to man up and just tell you how he felt.

Bathroom first, and then he would focus on his paperwork.

---

A month later, Lucifer had been in charge of organising a fancy ball with some incredibly important guests - the 7 Sins of Hell and a smattering of other Royal households, as well as general persons of influence from all 7 rings. The event was to be held in the Pride ring, and as soon as it had been organised he had practically pleaded with you to attend. You hadn't been able to go to the previous events, being stuck in the Pride ring due to your human-soul. Lucifer had been ecstatic when he realised you could attend, and had nearly cried when you had agreed to go with him. Not as a date, no, definitely not, but as friends.

"We're late!" Your voice shouts as you hurry through the door to Lucifer's office, heels in one hand and your purse in the other. Your eyes land on Lucifer, who was stood fiddling with his tie in front of a mirror on the wall, forked tongue stuck out as he concentrated. "Luci, the driver's outside."

"I know, I know." He stresses, finishing off his tie and attempting to smooth down the lapels of his jacket, finally turning towards you as he arranged his cuff sleeves. "It's fine, he'll w-wait-" He stutters as his eyes finally land on you, pupils widening significantly as he forces out "for us."

You never really dolled yourself up that much, usually wearing typical office attire, and sometimes even wearing casual clothes if you were in the office particularly late. Tonight, you had gone full out - you pretended it was because of the nerves about being around such powerful figures in Hell, in reality, you wanted to impress Lucifer, you likely wouldn't get another opportunity to doll yourself up so much again, and you wanted to make the most of it. Even if nothing happened, you wanted to prove you could be just as beautiful as the Overlords and Royalty he frequented.

As you stand, hesitantly, reapplying your rouge lipstick with your small compact mirror and fluffing your hair, Lucifer stands star-struck, eyes glued to your figure. You wore an elegant black velvet dress that clasped around the back of your neck. The elegant midnight coloured dress hugged your torso tightly, and Lucifer's gaze hovered heavily. The fabric was tight and emphasised your curves, with the neckline dipping down sinfully low and exposing the rivulet between your breasts, a beautiful ruby jewel hanging from a silver chain right between the valley of your breasts, the dress cinched tightly at your waist and fell elegantly from your hips. He could see one of your smooth legs from a slit in the side of the dress. You close the mirror and pop it back into your silver purse, smiling brightly at the stunned man.

"My- Y/N you look stunning." Lucifer compliments, leaning back against his desk as he finishes clasping his cuff links. "A vision. Dare I say, I'll be having to fight away the suitors all evening."

You blush furiously, thankful for the makeup that covered your cheeks. He pauses, swallowing thickly as you bend down to begin fastening your shoes.

"Please stay away from Asmodeus."

You laugh as you continue to fiddle with your shoes, glancing up at him as you tie the clasp. "You flatterer. Should I expect to see you pulling these moves on all the girls there tonight?"

You jest, but Lucifer is so enraptured by you he cannot help but feel insulted you would even think he would entertain the notion of other women. He speaks quietly, watching you struggle to gain your balance as you try and put on the other heel. "Not at all."

He didn't know what compelled him to do it, maybe it was the way you wobbled as you tried to get into your second shoe, likely it was the fact he'd already had two glasses of wine to quell his nerves, but before he realises it he's kneeling in front of you and grasping your ankle in a feather-light grip.

You freeze as his hands replace your own, sliding your foot easily into your heel as your hand comes to rest on his shoulder to regain your balance. He works slowly, gently fixing the clasp of your elegant heel, head turning up towards you and smiling up at you. Your breath catches in your throat, Lucifers hands resting against your ankle and calf, disarming you with a charming smile and lidded eyes, and kneeling directly in front of you. His hand slides up your calf as he lets you go, standing back to his full height easily, now a little shorter than you with your heels properly on.

"T-Thank you." You breathe, fixing the slit of your dress that had become creased. Your own hands reach forward, straightening his tie and smoothing down his collar. "You look very handsome yourself."

He smiles, self-satisfied, as you fix his collar, and then immediately schools his expression to hide his awe-struck grin when he realises you were actually looking at him. "Thank you, thank you." He chirps, cane materialising in his left hand and twirling it, trying to distract himself from how close you were, and how absolutely beautiful you looked. "I think we'll make quite an entrance. Don't you?" He offers you his right arm, and you take it with a grateful nod as you both leave the office and head towards the taxi. "That is, if you manage to walk down all those stairs with those stilts under your feet."

"I'm excellent in heels." You defend, rather enjoying the way your arm brushes against his chest as you walk, the smell of his expensive cologne reaching your nose. "We'll have a problem if you start drinking, you can barely stand straight after a bottle of wine, and I certainly can't carry you home in these heels."

"Oh? You're insulting my drinking skills? What about the time I had to come and collect you from a party I wasn't even invited to, to teleport you home? I could barely understand you through the phone." He clears his throat, raising his voice high and slurring his words mockingly. "Luci- I-I'm not drunk, BUT-"

You whack his shoulder, remembering the night perfectly, and utterly mortified he had had to guide you home after you'd had a few too many. "Shut up, you're no better at holding your drink."

He laughs, and you feel the rumble of his chest against your forearm. "I suppose we'll have to wait and see."

---

It had been several months since the party, and Lucifer was growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to make any sort of move on you. Hell, he hadn't even kissed your hand, which was something he had had to do to more people than he could count. He was desperate to make his feelings known, and yet was utterly paralysed whenever the opportunity arose for him to express them. It didn't help that ever since his stunt with your heel, you had become more emboldened with your flirting attempts, but he always doubted whether your words and actions were actually meant flirtatiously, or if he was just romanticising all of your interactions in his own head.

The party had been... uneventful. True to his predictions, Lucifer had been having to whisk you away from attempted suitors all night, and at one point had grown so irate at a particular demon's attempts he had placed a hand at the small of your back and refused to remove it until the demon had thoroughly gotten the point and left the conversation. The event had only made him realise his feelings more for you, being positively furious that he couldn't just tell the other demon's you were his, and to piss off back to whatever Ring they had come from. The next passing months had been nothing short of torture as he grappled with whether to confess, or not.

Despite his wishes, things had carried on as normal, and it was absolutely maddening. He had even spoken to Charlie about his dilemma, but she hadn't been much help, just shrieking at him excitedly through the phone. He had been so desperate he had nearly asked Asmodeus for help, but he had quickly decided against that after remembering some of the stunts he had pulled in their younger years.

Now, he sat back at his desk at 2am, frowning after realising he didn't have all the documents he needed. His hat and jacket were once again discarded, and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows in his signature 'I am having a bad day' fashion.

"Y/N!" He calls, and your head pokes out from a filing cupboard you had been tasked with organising. He smiles at you, a hand running through his hair as he sits back. "Can you please find me the letter we got from Wrath about the expenses for that new armament shop? I think it was sent by a Mr. Pennine."

"Yep!" You chirp, disappearing back into the cupboard with the sounds of shuffling papers increasing. Lucifer scans the document in his hands, patiently awaiting the file.

He hears a thump, and a groan, and he straightens in his chair, trying to see what you were doing.

"I've found it." You emerge, rubbing the base of your spine with a wince. An airy laugh falls form his lips.

"What did you do?"

"It's on a high shelf that I can't reach - I fell trying to climb and get it."

Lucifer laughs properly this time, already beginning to stand from his seat and head towards you, shoulders shaking as he does.

"It's not funny."

"I think you'll find it's hilarious." He grins, walking past you and into the small storage cupboard. "Right, where is it?" He glances around the cupboard with an eyebrow raised. He hated this kind of menial work, and was frankly terrible at locating things within this jumbled mess. "I have no clue how this system works."

"Hmm, filing has never been your strong suit." You hum, appearing behind him, having to press close in the small space. A hand appears in his peripheral, motioning over his shoulder to a shelf even he would have to climb to reach. He sighs, releasing a breath as he places a foot against an unsteady shelving unit.

"Yes, another one of my many limitations. Thankfully you're so good at finding things for me." He grins over his shoulder at you, hauling himself up until he's at eye level with the correct shelf. You stand beneath him, arms outstretched tentatively, just in case.

"If I fall, I fully expect you to save me." He comments, brows furrowed as he sifts through the files, looking for a 'Mr Pennine' to catch his eye. When he does find it, he wafts the document about his head, calling down to your worried expression. "Seems I'm doing a better job than my own assistant."

You cock your head at him, taking a small step back as he readies to climb down. "Truly, don't even know why I'm here sometimes-"

You hear a worrying creak as his foot lands on the next shelf down, and his gaze locks with yours for a mere moment before the shelf breaks and he plummets to the ground. He lands on you with a yell, flattening you against the floor and opposite wall and sprawled across your lap in a heap. The whole cupboard shakes with the fall, and the door slams shut with surprising force, plunging the room into darkness.

Lucifer groans, pushing himself back up onto his knees, rubbing an elbow tenderly as he attempts to stand, back smacking into another shelf as he tries to back up. You groan as well, hunched against the wall and thoroughly winded, not entirely sure what had happened.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, are you alright?!" Lucifer attempts to bend down to reach you, glowing eyes staring at you through the darkness, but his back smacks against another shelf. He stands there, half-hunched, useless as you try and push yourself to your feet, clinging onto a shelf to haul you upright. He can feel you moving against his legs, the cupboard really not meant to house two bodies, and when you finally stand your body presses far too close to his for comfort. He smacks the cupboard door harshly, hoping that the lock hadn't fully sealed from the outside, but the hinges remain firm. "Oh, fuck." He groans, leaning back against a shelf and staring down at you, one hand still pressed pathetically against the door. "Looks like we're trapped."

You, on the other hand, are unable to see anything except the glowing pair of amber and ruby eyes staring down at you, not possessing the enhanced vision Lucifer did. Your hands search the walls aimlessly, and you attempt to press yourself back into the opposite wall to try and create some space. Despite both of your best efforts, you can still feel the heat emanating from his body, barely inches of space between you. "Can you portal us out?" You question desperately, blinking furiously to try and see more of your surroundings.

"There isn't enough room."

You both plunge into silence, and you wring your hands together nervously. Who would find you? When was the next person scheduled to meet Lucifer? It was 2am, who else would be awake at this time? God, he was so close, you could feel his breath fanning across your forehead and hair. You rub at a saw spot near your temple, having smacked into a shelf during Lucifer's rapid decent.

A hand lands against the side of your face without warning, and you jerk at the unexpected contact in the darkness.

"Sorry!" Lucifer draws his hand back as quickly as he had placed it, returning it to his side and flexing his fingers. "I forget you can't see as well." His hand approaches much more slowly, fingers carding your hair away from your face. "I was just trying to check your head, you hit it pretty hard when I fell on you. When I said I expected you to save me, I didn't mean to sacrifice yourself as my landing pad."

"That's what I'm here for." You joke, missing the contact as he withdraws his hand, satisfied that the skin hadn't broken. "I'm fine, don't worry." You smile despite the darkness, knowing he could see.

"We'll be fine." He assures, though he wasn't sure if he was talking to you or himself, he laughs to himself, trying to dispel the anxiety in his chest. "Someone will find us soon."

You hum, doubting him very much. All you could do was wait.

God-knows how long you had spent in that closet, but it didn't take long before you were unbuttoning the first few buttons of your blouse and complaining about the heat. Lucifer hadn't been his normal chatty self, and instead leant heavily against the shelves behind him, hands gripping at the shelves that ran along either wall to prevent himself from reaching out towards you. You were so close, so warm and smelling so sweat pressed against him, all it would take was an inch of moment, barely a lift of a finger, and he'd be able to pull you close, to draw you towards his chest just like he had dreamed about for years now. It didn't help that you kept shifting your weight from foot to foot, feet aching from the amount of time you had just had to stand still, seemingly completely unaware of the way it made your hip rub against his pelvis.

He was a sweating, panicking mess, and he had twisted his torso uncomfortably, back hunched, to prevent the effects of your movements on him pressing against you. He could see your innocent expression through the darkness, the way your eyes searched blindly in the cramped space, and he wanted nothing more than to reach forward and press his lips against your neck, and not stop until someone found you the next morning.

But, he was a gentleman, and he had control, despite what his body was doing of its own accord, and so he gripped the shelving either side of your head and tried desperately to think about other things.

That was until you tried to lean against the shelf to your left, causing your thigh to rub the slowly growing bulge he had been desperately trying to hide. Lucifer's breath hitches in the darkness.

"Are you okay?" You ask, having picked up on his quickened breathing. You couldn't see him at all despite the amber eyes that flicked around the room incessantly, but you could feel his legs pressing against yours, and you could faintly feel the presence of an arm close to your head. When his amber irises land on you, you have a perfect view of the way they dilate, and you furrow your brows. "Is there something wrong?"

"God, would you stop moving." His voice was tight, straining in his throat as he tried his best to remain composed. He was fully aware you weren't even doing anything, but a love-sick pining man pressed so close up against his crush for so long? Who could blame a man for growing flustered.

You shift, attempting to lean towards him to see what was wrong, but two hands are suddenly on your hips and pushing you away from him and back into the shelf behind you, grip vice-like over the fabric of your trousers. You can feel his ragged breath against your forehead. "Heaven, please stop."

"What are you-" You go to argue, but the way his grip tightens against your hips has you halting. You stare for a moment, and it takes you far too long to put the pieces together in your mind: the dilated pupils, the shaky breaths, the way he pushes you away from his hips. Oh.

"Sir, it's okay-"

"Please stop talking." He practically begs, face a fiery red and really wishing for death right about now. "I'm sorry. It's inappropriate. You keep moving and you're so close. You don't have to work for me again after this, I'll understand-"

"Lucifer," You interrupt his rambling, hands coming to rest atop his own on your hips, sliding them up his forearms and resting atop the junction of his elbow. "you know you're the densest man I've ever met."

No response greets you for a moment.

"I said I'm sorry, you don't have to insult me too."

The hurt in his voice has your face twisting into a sympathetic smile. He really was oblivious.

"I'm insulting you, because there's an opportunity right in front of you, and you're not taking it."

You can hear the way his breathing deepens. "What do you-"

You lean forward, impossibly closer, chest pressing against his own. You can feel the way he gasps at the contact. He still has a hold of your hips, pining them away from him like a man burned.

"I'm going to die." He suddenly blurts, his breaths short and panting. His composure was slipping. "You're going to kill me if you keep doing that."

"I'd much prefer it if you didn't die." One of your hands slides up from his arm to his shoulder, burrowing into the fabric there. A high sound catches in Lucifer's throat, and you grin. "In fact, I'd prefer it if you kissed me like I've been inviting you to for the past few years."

His mind runs blank, nothing but the sound of his heart beat ricocheting between his ears. You wanted this? You wanted him?

"I don't think you understand." He stutters out, arms beginning to end their fight and allowing you to inch closer to him. "I don't want this, I want you. D-Dates-" He falters as your hand travels up his neck to the tufts of hair at the back of his head, gently scratching at his scalp. "and cheesy stuff, not just... filing cupboards."

He'd die if he got to have you only for a few hours, and then had to live the rest of his life returning to mere friendship. He would starve to death.

"It's about time you asked."

"You really want this?" He asks, voice small. His breathing was getting harder.

"Yes." You breathe. "I have for a long time."

That was all the indication he needed, and his lips crashed against yours as his hands enveloped your waist and dragged you flush against him. You gasped at the suddenness, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips atop yours in a delicate, passionate, kiss. One of his large hands remains at the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him as the other travelled up your spine, cradling the back of your head and holding you steady as he presses into you. He groans as your fingers tighten in his hair, both of your hands winding around his neck as you push up into him.

He pulls away for breath, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as he pants. You can see his eyes, half-lidded but impossibly bright, pupils the largest you had ever seen them, staring directly into your own. "Do you have any idea how crazy you've driven me over the past years?" He asks rhetorically, voice low and husky. You don't have a chance to answer before he's kissing you again, a hand gripping at your jaw and neck as he tilts his head, his brows furrowing as he pours all his concentration into the kiss. He kisses like a man starved, like a man who depended on your lungs for oxygen, like a man who would die if he separated for a moment too long. His forked tongue slides against your bottom lip and you open your mouth without question. He licks into your mouth with giddy enthusiasm, groaning into you as his tongue finally slips into your mouth, groaning louder as you submit, tugging at his hair and allowing him to push you back into the door with a thud.

His hand falls from your neck, resuming its place against your hip, thumbs pressing dangerously into your hip bones and pinning you against the wall. You gasp against him as his fingers inch their way beneath the bottom of your blouse, pressing harshly into your supple skin as he sucks the air from your lungs.

You feel dizzy when he pulls away again, and as you catch your haggard breath he ducks his head to graze his lips against your throat. He peppers kisses beneath your ear as a hand slides down to grasp the curve of your ass, the other continuing to pin your hips against the door as he presses his hips flush against your own, rolling his hips lightly. He delves down lower, tongue snaking its way down towards the junction between your neck and shoulder, his fangs nipping at your skin as he presses hot open-mouthed kisses against your pulse point.

"Oh-" You gasp, hands clinging onto his broad shoulders as he corrals you against the doorframe. You tilt your head up and to the side, exposing your neck to him as he hums happily. He finds the spot he wants and presses his teeth harshly against your skin, suckling hungrily and lapping at the bruising skin with his tongue. You groan, a hand gripping his hair as he rolls his hips up, biting into your shoulder as he moans. He grinds against you, continuing to lavish your throat with his eyes closed happily, moaning and groaning into your skin. His breath catches when you roll your hips down to meet his thrusts, and he whimpers when you tug at his hair painfully when he abuses one spot on your neck too much.

"Sir-" You gasp, and suddenly his lips are withdrawn from your neck, and his wide lidded eyes are staring directly into your own. Both of your breathing is ragged as you anticipate his next move, heart in your throat.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" His hips still against your own, and you whine trying to rub against him, but he pins you in place and rests his lips against your ear, whispering, begging, against your ear. "How many more times do I need to?"

You shudder at his hot breath, hands uselessly clinging to the collar of his ruffled shirt. "Just once more."

"Say," A kiss, pressed heavily against the underside of your jaw. "my" Another kiss, hot against the column of your throat. "name." Another, lavished between your collarbones right at the hollow of your throat. You gasp at the staggering sensation, his tongue wet and hot across your collarbone.

"Lucifer." You gasp, voice high and airy. He rewards you with a grin and a fierce kiss against your lips, pressing your head back into the doorframe. You moan his name again, and his hips rock up into yours involuntarily.

"It's unfair, the effect you have." Lucifer whispers, hands sliding up your sides and beginning to unbutton your blouse. He presses a kiss at the corner of your lips as you help him with the unbuttoning. "That massage you gave me?" You can feel his breath against your lips, and you have to fight not to lean forward into him as he gently pushes your blouse from your shoulders, warm hands sliding down your arms and the fabric bunching at your elbows, not quite falling all the way. "I had to take care of myself afterwards." He tuts against your lips, each purse of his lips pressing a ghost of a kiss to your own, but not quite giving what you wanted. A knee presses between your legs as he delves his tongue into your mouth, and you're too distracted to notice until he rolls his hips into your leg and pushes his thigh up against you. His claws dig at the tender flesh of your sides, leaving light scratches as he returns to your lips, grinning against you as you gasp and whine.

"You're not so innocent." You gasp as he leaves your bruising lips to return to his path down your neck, know able to reach your shoulders and chest, which he takes full advantage of. A hand grasps your thigh firmly and hikes your leg up and around his waist. "You constantly unbutton your shirts around me, stare at me with those eyes, leave your hand on me the entire ball and don't do anything about it. How could I resist?"

"Well, I'm doing something about it now." His voice was infuriatingly giddy, his hand grabs at your thigh through the fabric of your trousers, and he internally wishes you had chosen to wear one of your skirts today. His hips roll into yours at the new angle, and he stutters at the pleasure.

"The ball was not my fault." He presses a bruising kiss against your lips, biting down gently as he pulls away. Murmuring against your ear, you can feel the smile on his lips as he talks. "You have no idea what was going through my head that night. If I had my way, I wouldn't have gotten up from my knees for hours."

The way his silky voice hissed at the last word was downright sinful, and you're too distracted by your own thoughts to realise he had ducked his head back down to your chest.

"Luci." You gasp as he travels lower, peppering kisses down the valley of your breasts, murmuring against your skin, hands sliding lower and lower and tongue chasing them down to your naval. A finger pulls playfully at the front of your bra. Oh no, he couldn't win the upper hand that easily.

Gaining confidence, and determined not to let him be his usual cocksure self, you grasp him by the collar of his shirt. "Don't be unfair." You reprimand. He doesn't protest when you lower yourself to the floor, pulling him beneath you and straddling his hips. The cupboard was just big enough for him to lay down if he bent his knees, and you grin down at him as his hands grip your thighs tightly.

Your hands rest against his chest, and you can feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he stares up at you, his fingers flexing against your thighs when you refuse to move. He tries to roll his hips up into you, but you lift yourself just out of his reach.

"Don't do this." He whines, but you only grin down at him, leaning impossibly closer until your chest presses against his. You wish you could see the blush to his cheeks, the parting of his mouth around those little gaps, but instead you settle for staring into his blown pupils.

"Whatever do you mean?" You feign ignorance, shifting lightly and revelling in the way his eyes widened and his claws dug painfully into your skin. You press a kiss against his forehead, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

A noise traps itself in his throat, you kiss against his jaw, his chin, the other corner of his mouth.

"Sweetheart," He moans, trying to tilt his head to catch your lips with his own. You roll your hips to distract him, and he hisses unhappily. He stares up at you with big puppy-dog eyes, a world away from the confidence he had felt at having his way with you earlier. "please."

"Good." You purr, and he whines when you finally kiss him properly, hips lowering onto him and palms sliding up his chest. You pull away and immediately begin kissing at the underside of his jaw, leaving your own trail of hickeys down the column of his throat. He squirms beneath you, breathing heavy and voice high-pitched as you kiss down his chest, pulling his collar to the side and grazing your teeth along the top of his peck.

One of his hands guide your hips against him, and he jerks his hips, the buckle of his belt biting cooly into the hot skin of your stomach. The other hand lies flat against your back, caressing your spine and sides and pulling you closer, trying to guide you back towards his lips.

He had thought he was in heaven before, but with you above him, he could barely contain himself.

Your hands pull at his hair, tugging at his scalp as you bite into the tense muscle of his shoulder. He closes his eyes painfully tight, muttering incoherently as his fingers flex against you. Your pace was beginning to quicken, and you moan against his shoulder as he whimpers and whines.

"Ngh- wait, stop." His voice breaks around the syllables. He grasps your hips tightly, knuckles white as his claws dig dangerously into the skin at your hips. "Not too fast."

"Another one of your many limitations?" You grin against his neck, feeling the way his chest heaved beneath your hands.

"Hmm," He hums, bleary eyed and uncomfortably hot, warm hand cupping your jaw and bringing your face up to meet his. "You have a way of exposing those."

You give in to what he wants, allowing him to slip his tongue back into your mouth, a hand cupping the back of your head and tangling into your hair, pulling you close and making sure you couldn't get away. You rest against him, revelling in the moment, losing your breath and humming against one another's lips.

Just as you go to move your hips, a hand planting itself against his chest to help your movement, light spills into the cupboard, and you freeze, lips detaching and staring wide-eyed at the shadowy figure stood in the cupboard doorway. You blink furiously, trying to readjust to the harsh light, but Lucifer is quicker to recover and pulls you flush against his chest, attempting to hide your bra from view.

He glares at the worker who remains standing dumbly with a hand on the door handle. Lucifer's hair was a mess, sticking out in every conceivable direction, his cheeks flushed a flaming red, shirt tugged halfway down his chest, with a smattering of lipstick across his lips and jaw, and blossoming bruises dancing across his neck and chest. You weren't in a much better state.

His eyes blaze red.

"Come back in an hour. Close the door."

The worker immediately slams the door shut, plunging the cupboard back into darkness.

Your shoulders begin to shake, laughter bubbling from your throat as you tuck your head into Lucifer's chest. He sighs, resting his head back against the floor and eyes returning to their normal complexion. When you finally compose yourself, you push yourself up with your elbows, grinning down at Lucifer with a cheeky smile.

"Maybe I was too harsh." He mutters, a hand coming up to cup your jaw. He grins cheekily, eyes shining in the darkness. "Where were we?"

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Yes! Please talk more about transfem!Usopp x Nami!!! Power couple!! You think they were annoying together when they were just friends? Its ten times worse now that they're dating <3<3<3<3

Anon, I can't thank you enough. I appreciate this ask so much because they've been living in my head rent free and if I don't talk about this I might collapse. I need it. So. Thank you. Really. I'm gonna add transfem!genderfluid!Sanji and Sanuso too, by the way, to the surprise of literally no one because I am obsessed with them. It's like. My whole online personality. Sanuso, Nami and being a lesbian.

Okay, first things first, transfem!Usopp. She has a hard time realizing she's a girl and accepting it, not because she thinks it's wrong or weird, but because she's so, so focused on being the guy her father would like (Yasopp, before going away, always told Usopp (s)he'd grow up to be an amazing man like him). Usopp still admires him and she doesn't want to be a disappointment. It's kind of dumb, but she has his words in her head all the time. Not to mention that "maybe if I had been that type of boy he would've stayed with us" and also the fact that Usopp just... It feels like lying to her mom, you know? Banchina always knew she had a daughter, but Usopp didn't know yet and never found out about her mom knowing, so she thinks that being a girl now only turns the years she spent with her mom into a lie because she wasn't truly herself. Again, irrational thinking, but it keeps her from accepting she's a girl. When she hangs out with Kaya she feels way better than when she is near guys. She feels safer. At home. Maybe it's just because they're best friends, really. Maybe it's just that being in love makes you feel like this. Safe. But Kaya knows. And sometimes, when they were 15 or so, they used to get drunk without anybody else knowing. And sometimes Usopp told her how nice it'd be to be a girl. Not to wear dresses and having cute stuff like Kaya, she- She wouldn't be like that. Or maybe she would. It's kind of a mix. "If I were a girl, which- Which I'm not, but just imagine for a moment. I'd be so fricking cool, right?" / "Usopp, sweetie-" / "I'd be the coolest woman in the world! Strong. With long hair, oh God, long hair. That would suit me, wouldn't it? And okay, not dresses, because, uh- They don't look comfy. But maybe long skirts. You know that green, long skirt my mom used to wear? That one. But the point is- Hear me out. Boobs. I like yours. They're nice" / "Thank you? Usopp! Please, let me speak-" / "I wish I had boobs. I don't want girly clothes, I really like my overalls. But- But they'd look great with boobs, wouldn't they? And-" / "Usopp!" / "Wha- What?" / "First, stop drinking. You've had enough, honey. And second... You know you can just... Be a girl, right?" / "Mm? Come again?" / "A girl. If you- You can trust me, alright? If you feel more comfortable being addressed as a girl-" / "No! No! Me? A girl? What? Nope. Never. I'm a man, what- What are you even saying? Kaya, babe, I- My dad-" / "Your dad? Usopp, this is about you. Follow your heart-" / "My heart tells me I'm a man. I swear. I'm not a liar".

She has always been one, but she wasn't sober enough for the words to make sense to her. It did hurt to say it, though.

So Usopp joins the Strawhats knowing something is weird about her gender but never quite accepting it. Until she starts spending more time with Nami. The thing about Nami is that she's extremely feminine but unapologetically a menace to society and she doesn't give a fuck about what other people think. She's strong in her own way and she's the smartest person Usopp has ever met. She's gorgeous, too, it makes Usopp wonder what the hell she's doing with this crew when she would rule the world on her own. So she's... She's the girliest of girls and yet she manages to be extremely ruthless and scary too. It's kind of the perfect mix. And it's not that Usopp accepts instantly that she's a girl, but Nami helps quite a lot. Who makes her realize, though, surprisingly, is Sanji.

These are two different stories, you know, but the point right now is that Sanji treats women differently. We all know this. And Usopp isn't sure when it starts. Maybe Skypiea? Water 7? Perhaps even a little bit earlier. But she has this huge crush on Sanji and hates it. Because he's just a guy! Nami won't stop telling her, too. He's!!! He's so annoying!!! But-- But Usopp sees more of him than others do, and he's just so kind and self-sacrificing and he has the biggest heart in the world. So when Usopp sees him interacting with both Nami and Robin and, you know, all the girls he meets... She thinks "Oh, that'd be nice" and it turns into a "Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuuuuuck. Nooooo" because she just realized that imagining herself as a girl being treated as such is not normal man behavior. She comes to terms with that thanks to Nami, because she's the first person she comes out to. She opens up her heart to her best friend. She tells her everything about her parents and her experience with Kaya and how badly she wants to be seen as a girl but doesn't know if people would like her that way. If people would be disappointed. But Nami? Nami loves Usopp deeply. Nobody has ever trusted Nami so much before. it kind of makes her want to cry, so she hugs Usopp to hide the tears a little bit. Usopp hugs her back even tighter. Long story short, Nami makes her see that being a girl is so much more than what people think, and that nobody in the crew would ever think less of her for that. And by the way: "Really? Sanji?" / "He's- He's cute, okay? I know he's a moron but you know how he is" / "I know. I know, don't worry, sweetie. It could be worse".

MEANWHILE! While Usopp was falling for Sanji and coming to terms with her gender, Nami was having a sexuality crisis! She's a lesbian. She's always been a lesbian. She has always known, ever since she was a kid. She has never liked a man that way. Never will. But- But Usopp. You know? But Usopp. They've always been a duo. From moment one. They've always been so, so close. She feels a connection to her (him, at that moment for Nami, but you know) in a way she has never felt before. They have intimate moments she can't quite explain and she never wants to use any romantic labels here because she's a lesbian. She's not supposed to see Usopp that way? But it's not even sexual or anything she's not- She's not attracted to her but if she wanted to she would and if they kissed she wouldn't move away and- And, okay, it's just weird. And when Water 7 happens she knows she's completely, utterly fucked. Because the second she leaves the crew? That's the moment Nami knows she's losing the love of her life (one of them. Vivi is her long-distance girlfriend and is also the love of her life). So imagine her face. When Usopp comes to her to tell her she's a girl (yay! Sexuality crisis solved. Nami's gaydar is awesome. But also- Fuck, she's in love with her best friend) and that she's in love with Sanji. In love. With Sanji. Of all people. And she's in love with him. And not her. And it kind of kills Nami. But they're best friends. She's supposed to help. So she deals with Usopp's drama all the time, pining in the background as she sees this new relationship happen in front of her.

Okay, So Usopp comes out to crew. And guess who was having another sexuality crisis at the same time as Nami? Exactly, Sanji. So everything makes sense right now, and Usopp and Sanji start dating not so long after Usopp comes out. Usopp starts dressing a bit more fem sometimes, everyone of course starts seeing her with different eyes, she moves to the girl's room... Etc, etc. Sanji and Usopp are-- Awfully clingy. It's horrible to witness. Nami is going through the worst time of her life because Usopp right now is the happiest woman ever and,, And Nami should be happy for her. She should move on. But they won't stop kissing everywhere. And hugging. And Sanji pays way more attention to Usopp now, so, okay, whatever, less snacks for her too, to hurt her even more. Nami and Usopp often have private talks together in the middle of the night. They always do. They literally sleep in the same fucking bed which is, the worst thing right now because Usopp is touchy and clingy when she sleeps. And sometimes she spends hours talking about Sanji and- And Nami can't stand having her so close yet so far. And most of the time she can't even stand the sight of Sanji himself. But she has to live with it. She wishes Vivi was here.

So, we have Sanuso dating. Transfem!Usopp being extremely happy right now. And Nami having the worst moment of her life. Yeah?

Well. There's MORE.

Because of course, Sanji and Usopp have THE talk about Nami. Because we all know Sanji loves her to death and isn't sure how... Usopp feels about that. Long story short, after a very brief but emotional conversation, they both realize they're in love with Nami. So. Fucking hilarious. Because they can't make her just?? Join their relationship, right???

Well, things happen.

While everything was going on, Sanji was having a gender crisis. I don't need to explain much about this because we all know how trans-coded Sanji's story is, so I'll just say: Genderfluid Sanji realizing in the timeskip that she wants to have a more normative fem body (Ivankov we love you). She goes by any pronouns but, you know, it changes and she usually prefers she/her but she's alright with whatever. Usopp coming out to the crew truly helped her realize what she wanted. Usopp and... Also Nami. Basically for the same reasons Usopp has. I have a whole post about this. The point is! The timeskip happens and Sanji comes back with a different body and comes out to the crew. Usopp comes back, still in love with Sanji and Nami (idk if they get help from Ivankov or if it's Chopper the one who helps or maybe even Law, but they help her transition. Choose your fav. The girlie wants boobs, I don't care how she gets them). And Nami comes back, still in love with Usopp but finally accepting their relationship. Well, jokes on all of them, because there's more drama.

Whole Cake Island is... It's fucking awful. Sanji comes back to a family that doesn't love her and just wants to play with her feelings. They make her act like somebody she isn't. They make her pretend to be a boy and bind her chest and it's,, Leaving Luffy. Leaving the crew. Leaving Usopp and Nami. It's killing her. While she tortures herself this way, Usopp begs Nami to bring Sanji back with her. And Nami-- When they were at Zou with Sanji. The time she spent with her without Usopp and the others around. Sanji smiling at them before sacrificing herself. Nami is starting to feel things she thought she would never feel for Sanji. And while Usopp waits in Wano, Nami goes to look for Sanji. And when the fight with Luffy happens, she's angry. She's angry at Sanji for treating them this way. She's hurt because she knows this isn't her Sanji if Sanji was even hers in the first place. She's frustrated because she can't do anything to fix this. And she's furious, too, at herself, because she just found out she's in love with Sanji too. So imagine this poly lesbian realizing she can't be with the ones she loves because they're already in a relationship and one of them just left their fucking crew.

WCI happens and... Okay. This is probably Nami's fault. Or Sanji's. Nobody knows who leans in first but right after WCI, they kiss. It's short and sweet and soft and Nami won't stop crying because Sanji is finally back and she won't let her go. Never again. But she's now panicking and Sanji will probably die from a heart attack because she just kissed Sanji??? And Sanji has a girlfriend??? And her girlfriend is also Nami's best friend??? And she just happens to be in love with her too??? So Nami does the most reasonable thing ever and runs away without explaining anything. Yay. She's sure, once they get to Wano, that Sanji will tell Usopp and they're going to hate her forever. She's not used to this! She usually has everything under control! She's losing her mind. God.

But... But Sanji just experienced the one thing he's been waiting for for years??? God, she needs to tell Usopp right away. Wano happens and it's not like they have much time for talking. Sanji is still going through her, um, 'bring on more past trauma' era, so it's pretty difficult. And Nami spends Wano all the time with Usopp and it's so, so hard not to focus constantly on the fact that she has kissed Sanji. And she's about to die when she's fighting against Ulti and sees her whole life passing right before her eyes so she realizes, then, that she has to be honest with both Sanji and Usopp if she gets out of there. When she actually survives she kind of hates herself for making that promise. Yadda yadda, post-Wano happens. They're all partying, still there, and Nami tries to distract herself from all this drama because if she thinks more about it she might end up having a breakdown. But Sanji and Usopp do talk and- And they need to approach this. Usopp is a bit hurt that perhaps Nami only wants Sanji, but she can deal with it. If Nami wants to be with Sanji, that's completely fine with them. So they have the talk, finally, in a private corner of the festival where nobody they know is around.

Nami starts uncharacteristically apologizing? Which is weird for her to act like that, but she does. She's lost so many people already and she refuses to let that happen again. So she apologizes. She should've never kissed Sanji and- And what's even worse is that she's also in love with Usopp. With both. And it makes her look so selfish and greedy and she swears it isn't like that. Her feelings are genuine. But then Usopp starts?? Laughing??? She finds this whole situation hilarious and explains that they've been stupid the whole time.

So, uh, yeah. They're idiots. This is biblically accurate because lesbians are always like this. We do not know how to communicate.

They're all,, So relieved. So, so happy. They won't stop smiling. And Usopp is honestly feeling a bit left out because?? She hasn't yet kissed Nami??? So they finally kiss. And then they kiss again. And Sanji joins. And they're the cutest thing on earth. And telling the crew is just as easy as Franky seeing them like that, telling him... And the word spreads fast enough.

This is getting long but, basically: They're the clingiest throuple in the whole world. If they were all annoying at first, imagine how annoying they are now. At this point, there's no "girls' room" anymore because Robin has moved to sleep with Franky, so Sanji, Usopp, and Nami have their own room. Which is good for literally all the crew because imagine having to deal with them. Sanji is so loud about her love for her girls... She's constantly showering them equally with love and cooking their favorite meals. She's always panicking a bit because she wants to give attention to both but sometimes Usopp is in her workshop and Nami is taking care of her trees so what is she supposed to do??!!! She wishes she could be everywhere at the same time... They end up telling her to do whatever she wants and follow her heart and split her time because they know she loves them equally and she doesn't need to prove anything. For Nami, dating her best friend and the person she thought was incredibly annoying at first is... Weird. She isn't used to so much affection from Sanji. Like, reciprocating the affection and loving him back. It's weird because now he isn't annoying at all but incredibly sweet? And her relationship with Usopp is pretty much the same except that now they kiss and hold hands and whenever Nami is like "Zoro! Carry me!" he always goes "Tell one of your girlfriends to do it" and it sucks because tbh Zoro does look like he has comfy muscles to rest on. Usopp is so excited about this! She loves both of them deeply she never thought this would happen. She sends letters to Kaya constantly about them, too! They're just,,, So so sweet. They go to sleep together and wake up cuddling and all tangled up. Usopp and Nami do gardening together but they always end up making out behind the trees. Sanji and Nami try to be casual about it but Sanji just loves showing all the love she has for her girlfriend to the world so PDA is something assured. Sanji and Usopp always spend the night watches together (Nami doesn't because it's comfier in bed and bold of you to assume she's getting out of there). Usopp gets stronger and toned post-ts and Nami and Sanji are always sitting on top of her. Sanji has a lot of issues going on after what happened in WCI/Wano and both Usopp and Nami help them go through their panic attacks. Usopp draws them all the time and has her whole sketchbook filled with drawings of her partners. Nami always peels the best tangerines from her trees and brings them to them even though Sanji insists on being the one doing it, but Nami says that sometimes she needs to be the one eating and not just serving. They share clothes constantly, but they have different clothing styles so sharing clothes pretty much happens either on accident or whenever they want to make Sanji go insane. Usopp leaves notes and drawings for them all over the ship. Nami is always offering to put makeup on them but it's always an excuse to be close. She also often falls asleep while working on her maps so they have to carry her to their room without waking her up. Nami loves brushing Usopp's hair!! Sanji absolutely adores feeding them sometimes like, playfully, and you can imagine how that ends. Oh!!! And Usopp is always giving them flowers. Not to mention that Nami often creates rainbows for them because they're pretty!! Also, when the fight isn't that serious, both Usopp and Nami act like they need saving because they know how much Sanji adores playing the hero. Usopp tells them stories while they paint each other's nails and talk shit about other people together.

This is the best relationship ever because it's just three best friends to lovers. My absolute beloved. I have a lot of,,, More ideas for them,,, But yeah,,,, Thank you so much for this ask. I love talking about them.

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ian-galagher · 1 year

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TAG TIME!

Combining a few tag games all into one! 🥰🧡

First this amazing picrew! With LOTS of options, for all genders, with SO many animals, outfits, and extras that I could've made a 100!

Look guys I found Nemo 😭 a dinosaur is blow drying my hair for me and I've found a platypus and a barn owl 😭

Thank you for the tag Liz! @sweetbee78 🥰

I was tagged by lovelies Evie @energievie Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Coralie @shinygalaxyperson Ri @tanktopgallavich Emma @industrious-ian Kaka @stocious Lem @depressedstressedlemonzest 🥰

your first fandom(s): Buffy 🥰 I watched it from the very first episode. I was only 11 but boy did I love it!

your current fandom(s): Shameless

how did you first get into fandom? I was on here with a whooole bunch of other people for a fandom we can no longer talk about 😬🫣 and ONE of the people I followed switched to Shameless so for MONTHS I'd see Mickey and Ian making out on my dash between memes and cats.

I didn't know if the redhead was called Mickey or Ian, I had never heard their voices, but I was already rooting for them and then they got married right on my dash. That's when I went, alright, I gotta check this out...

It had to be a good show, right?! The gif sets looked so nice! There were a few where they were covered in blood that had me puzzled but other than that... And then I watched it... I BAWLED my way through those early series and I seriously don't know how any of you got through this WITHOUT knowing they'd end up getting married...

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? since 2006!

how often do you read fanfics? not as often as I'd like. I can't really read while I write because I struggle to keep track of every thread I'm weaving while writing and if I get lost in another world... things get messy, as @ms-moonlight-inn would say XD

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Ian & Mickey and their cat 😂 I bet they have one by now! (that's me getting away from having to decide between the other Gallaghers 😂)

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Only for Shameless! I've always wanted to, but I never really felt inspired before. Chapter 8 of Africa goes up tomorrow 😁

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? I can't draw and I'm very grateful for all the wonderful artists out there who can!! 😌

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: so many!!!! Nothing comes to mind of course... 🫣

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? chanting: dock scene dock scene DOCK SCENE DOCK SCENE

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? 🥺🧡 found family. It's the one place where everyone is like minded, where I don't have to worry about what I say, or fear that I'll be made fun of for what I say, where I get to relax, have fun, and be amazed every day at what you all bring to this fandom. You're all wonderful and I love you 🥰🧡

and finally, I was tagged by Nosho @creepkinginc Paola @mishervellous Coralie @shinygalaxyperson Evie @energievie Myn @vintagelacerosette Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Deena @suzy-queued Rita @sickness-health-all-that-shit Lem @depressedstressedlemonzest Ri @tanktopgallavich Becki @francesrose3 🥰

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better💕

Shameless

Parks & Rec

The Office

Buffy

B99

Scrubs

Our Flag Means Death

Planet Earth 😁

#wooooooh! i did them all!#im the last person doing these arent i #if you're reading this and havent done it yet YOU'RE TAGGED!#tagged #tag game #pic

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toucandrawz · 3 months

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Hello!!! :D

I'm Toucan! I'm a minor, so nsfw/18+ accounts please don't interact with mine! Even if it's just liking or reblogging my stuff, it makes me uncomfortable.

I’m a he/they trans guy and prefer you use both interchangeably!

If you've seen my account before it's most definitely for my drawings of CoD MW characters as merpeople! It's so exciting to see people liking my art on here because of it, so I really hope if you like the CoD art I do I hope you like the other art i do! :D

I use #Toucan’s gay shit to tag my posts, so you'll probably be able to find all my posts under that tag! I'm also tagging my CoD merpeople designs under #mercod but it's not working like the other one? If anyone knows why that'd be helpful lol.

I have ADHD and so I get hyperfixated a lot! My most recent ones have been

— Call of Duty: Modern Warefare

— Rammstein

— My Persona

— Spooky Month

— My Hero Academia

FAQ!

1.) Q - Can I use your designs?

A - ofc! :D I love the thought of people using my designs! Please if you do use any designs i make for anything tag me!! I'd love to see it! :)

2.) Q - Can I draw your OCs?

A - Yes! But I'd prefer if the specific situation or something was run by me first, since I'm very attached to a lot of my OCs and can be quite picky about their portrayal. Please don't hesitate to DM me or ask about anything if you have any questions on their designs or personalities!

3.) Q - Do you do commissions?

A - yes! My commissions are always open unless I say otherwise! Please feel free to DM me on Tumblr or Discord (at toucan_drawz) if you have any questions about commissions or want to commission me! —> here is where you can find my info

4.) Q - Can I use your art for my profile?

A - yes! Just please credit me by providing my account for that platform or crediting my YouTube or Tumblr. Please do not share my art as your own!! My art is very important to me and if you use it or share it for any purpose, I would like direct credit. Preferably a link, but just a username works too lol.

5.) Q - can I reference/heavy reference/trace your art?

A - using my art for referencing or tracing in a learning environment is alright. Heavily referencing is a bit of a grey area for me, if it's heavily referencing my OCs that makes me uncomfortable, please do not heavily reference or reference my OCs at all. On the other hand, if you heavily reference my art I'm a bit more okay with that. Just please credit me in all these situations. Please, do not trace and claim and of my art as your own.

6.) Q - What is your political stance?

A - left. So far left. My blog/account is a safe space for everyone and everything, except racism, homophobia, transphobia, zionism*, nazi ideology, and anything along those lines. I don't care if you think that ANYONE doesn't deserve to live based on a stupid ass principle of religion, race, gender identity, or sexual orientation. If you think that, get the fuck off my page and block me. Thank you.

*By Zionism I am in no way referring to being okay with anti-Semitism. By Zionism, I'm talking about the people who justify the genocide of Palestinians because of zionism. Please, do your daily clicks. And if you can, donate. (I also have another blog dedicated to Palestine, so almost all reblogs or links can be found there :])

7.) Q - Can I repost your art?

A - Please don't repost my art unless credit is given/you link to one of my accounts! Please don't repost my art without my watermark (the TD signature) or with it cropped in pretty much any way. I'd prefer it wasn't resposted at all, but if you do please add credit! My art is something I hold very dear to my heart and something I value a lot.

8.) Q - What program/tablet/brush do you use?

A - I use multiple programs! Mainly procreate for a lot of the things I post, with that I use an Apple Pencil (1st gen) and a 9th gen iPad. For the brush, I usually use the teyoid lineart brush that I got off Pinterest, and the hard round brush for shading and coloring. I also use CSP (Clip Studio Paint), especially when I draw on PC, with a pc I use a huion Inspiroy h610 . And for the brushes, I mostly use this peachy’s somewhat dry ink brush for lineart, and then the default g-pen for coloring/shading.

9.) Q - do you have other social medias/where can I find you?

A - I do! I have a plethora of other socials, you can find me almost anywhere under Toucan Drawz, Toucan_Drawz, or anything along those lines! I don’t have specific links, since, well, I think I have too many socials to count. But I’m most active on tumblr out of all the socials medias that aren’t basically a messaging app (looking at you, discord).

10.) Q - Can i recreate your art?

A - No, please don’t. My art is very dear to me, and I don’t want it recreated. Imo recreation is different to tracing (in a learning environment) or heavily referencing, because it’s basically just remaking something, but changing it a little or not changing it at all. Even if it’s with a different medium, it makes me uncomfortable. Using the same pose/scene idea is absolutely okay! And if my art makes you feel inspired enough to want to, I’m glad! :D But please, do not recreate my art.

#Toucan’s gay shit #guyssss im introducing myself wooooo #mercod #this app is so weird wtf

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hi dante you don't know me at all but i just wanted to say i Really love your gender presentation and it's an inspiration to me tbh. i've been on T for over 2 years and i still don't always """pass""" not because i don't have a good grade in testosterone or w/e (??? like what was that anon implying lol) just because i love to have longer hair and wear makeup and etc. i relate very strongly to the idea of like. i'm trans but not in the sense that i ever wanted to or want to look like a cis man; for me it's more like expressing femininity from a masculine place but that's a whole other discussion lol. but it is super disheartening to like... not be able to present as a man in the way that makes you personally feel euphoric without getting misgendered even by other queer folks. it's shit that it's all "everyone should be able to express gender however they want" but often when a trans person doesn't """look like""" (or """try hard enough""" to """look like""") the gender they want to be seen as it's all well you just look like your agab how do you not "pass" how do you expect anyone to know. like. fucking Ask? Stop Assuming? The Entire Point Of The Conversations We're Having Around Gender? anyway. sorry this is long, i just wanted to let you know you're not alone here and also honestly i think you're handsome as fuck and i'd love to express my gender half as gorgeously as you do someday. i hope people leave you the fuck alone <3

this is such a sweet message & i get you 100%!!!!! its so exhausting having to decide between "passing" & looking how you wanna look cus cis people cannot comprehend the fact that gnc trans ppl exist apparently! like i feel the best + most like myself when im wearing a gay ass outfit & maybe some eyeshadow. i like it! it makes me feel pretty! & i love feeling pretty! im still very much a guy yknow? anyway yeah. thank you so much friend. we see each other

#ask #anonymous

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azurelyy · 2 years

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!!Azurelyy’s 100 Supporters Event~!!

I’d like to thank all of you for 100 supporters! This blog has helped me through a lot of personal shit and I want you all to know that each and every interaction, follow, comment, etc. means so much to me! This event is to celebrate you all and is my way of saying thank you. <3.

Okay, now that the mushy stuff is over with... On to the fun!

I have fluff and smut dialogue prompts from a collection of my favorite movies/tv shows/books! You may choose any prompt with any character from: Naruto, Avatar the Last Airbender, FMA Brotherhood, Kingdom Hearts, or InuYasha (so long as they aren’t on my will-not-write list, found in my rules).

Rules

- This event will last from July 28th, 2022 - August 31, 2022. This is a celebration, after all!

To participate, you must send in an ask/message me and indicate your request is specifically for the event.

You must choose a line of dialogue from the list AND the character to go with it. Please specify if there is anything else you want (ie. specific setting, a specific trope/kink, or if you have a preference on whether the char or reader says the dialogue line you chose.)

The requests will be posted on my own time. I will try and get to all requests before the end of the event on August 31.

Please make sure to specify gender for Smut requests. I mainly write f!readers, but can do m!readers if requested. Gender neutral smut requests will be implied only (how the character feels, etc. without specific descriptions).

These requests will (hopefully, this is me we’re talking about) be shorter than my usual requests. I am hoping to keep these as drabbles that are 1.5k words or less!

Once a prompt is chosen, I will cross it off. If you choose one and it has been taken, I will allow you to pick a new one - if you want!

All requests will be tagged under “azurelyy.100event”

You have to follow my rules.

Have fun! Thank you guys again for 100, and I hope we can celebrate more milestones in the future <3.

Fluff Prompts:

“Don’t forget: I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

“So, it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really, really hard, and we’re gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me. Every day.”

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together, and I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car, and I knew it. It was like magic.”

“I’ve fallen in love. I’m an ordinary woman. I didn’t think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.”

"Love isn't patient, and kind, and humble. Love is messy, and horrible, and selfish, and bold. It's not about finding your perfect half. It's the trying, and reaching, and failing."

“I can't see anything I don't like about you.”

"I am done being scared, and I am done keeping secrets. I love you."

“But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

“Why me?” “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

"I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours."

"You're late." "You're stunning." "You're forgiven."

"As you wish."

"I'd rather fight with you than make love with anyone else."

"I'm the exception..." "You are my exception."

"Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you."

“I can’t remember anything without you.”

“You had me at hello.”

"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon."

Smut Prompts:

"I wish I knew how to quit you."

“Now, try your best to stay calm.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”

“You must forgive my lips... they find pleasure in the most unusual of places.”

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught.”

“You should be kissed - and often - and by someone who knows how.”

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Either you have feelings or you don’t.”

“Oh, how we’re going to hurt each other.”

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield it.”

“Tonight, I will make you mine.”

“I desire you. I burn for you.”

“I need to taste you.”

“What are you doing?” “Making you feel really, really good?”

“I need you... do you feel how I need you?”

“Will you be quiet?”

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Beg for mercy. You can’t have it, though, not yet.”

‘I didn’t say I wanted an apology, did I? I said ‘Bite me again.’“

#azurelyy.100event #i am so excited #thank you all so much #100 follower event #naruto x reader #fma x reader #inuyasha x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #x fem!reader #avatar x reader #pinned

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youngtambling · 11 months

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get to know the simmer

thank you sm to @olya-occult-lover for tagging me! i'm sorry i've been so unsociable on here, but i really appreciate getting tagged in these games<3333

What’s your favourite sims death?

this is super boring but i love death by electrocution bc once in high school i played this super successful family, super functional, great kids, wonderful parents, and the mom died while trying to fix a dishwasher and it DEVASTATED me. no sims death has affected me that much it was insane.

Alpha or Maxis Match CC?

i would say maxis match but c'mon i think most people like at least a little alpha texture sometimes.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

no it's a bit weird to me.

Do you use move objects?

i do not know how i'd build anything without, my building is bad enough LMAO.

Favorite mod?

besides mccc, healthcare redux, and i haven't used live in business in a while but i love that mod<3

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

i think it was city living?? i remember that was the pack my friend recommended bc she loved the festivals and fashion.

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

alive mode!! in my head i go "and we're live!" like i'm directing a sitcom about my little guys.

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

hildegard my beloved<3 i'm also extremely fond of my bjergsens, esepcially clara.

Have you made a simself?

yeah i have! idk if i'll ever post it bc Gender Is Not Finished Loading and i keep switching the body frame which we do not have to unpack at all

What sim traits do you give yourself?

perfectionist, music lover, lactose intolerant (i'm not joking)

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

i love the blue-ish shade of black and that sort of brownish blonde!!

Favorite EA hair?

that single braid from cottage living with the strands falling out makes me so happy idk why, i just like the realism of the hair not staying in place lol.

Favorite life stage?

adult! i love getting to add aging details and sending screenshots to my friends and saying "new milf/dilf everyone clap"

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

gameplay and CAS<333 love my virtual dress up dolls and putting them in situations.

Are you a CC creator?

a little bit!! i know the barest basics of recoloring. the most sophisticated thing i've done is remove the clerical collar from a priest's shirt for a ghost-themed render.

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

not a squad per say but i'm so impressed by everything my mutuals post!! hi guys!

What’s your favorite game?

ts3 will always have a special place in my heart, but it's the sims medieval!! i've always loved anything medieval themed and it's one of the few quest-based games i love playing bc you can also just hang out in this kingdom and have fun. playing as a physician is my favorite.

Do you have any sims merch?

nah i actually don't own a lot of merch for anything. i like fan-made stuff a lot more, usually.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

no but i've considered uploading videos sometimes!

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

it honestly hasn't changed all that much. every once in a while i get super attached to a legacy and i still love townies and preexisting characters. i guess my interest in storytelling has matured a bit, but that's still only like a year old interest.

What’s your Origin ID?

i think it's vonnegutz? don't quote me on the spelling, i also wish i could change it.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

there's honestly too many to name, but if you make hair and skin detail cc, please know those are the features i agonize over the most and i love integrating those as much as possible! that's where the bulk of my mods folder is!

How long have you had a simblr?

boring answer but i can't remember lmao it's been at least a year but i've been so on and off about it.

How do you edit your pictures?

i'm very much still learning how to edit, i've tackled a lot in blender but i also use photopea. this is a render with photopea overlays/filters.

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

idk if this is still an unpopular opinion but i never get bored with island living! also a big fan of cottage living, vampires, and GET TOGETHER<3

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

we need more music-themed gameplay. bands, orchestras, more instruments in general, etc. i also really want more supernatural gameplay but it'll be bittersweet bc ea will keep fragmenting it and making it cost more instead of the beautiful cohesive pack that was ts3 supernatural.

thank you again for the tag! i'm tagging @plasmajayne @potionio @drakessimblr and @salemssimblr!! no pressure tho!

#speaks #tag game

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klugpuuo · 2 years

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Amitie is trans(masc): an essay

sort of

i like amitie puyo puyo and i headcanon them as a trans guy. This is not at all a popular headcanon, so I feel like I have to justify it. Wahoo

I will refer to amitie by no pronouns or they/them exclusively as I do not wish to upset anyone who headcanons them as transfem or cis.

also please note although i do seriously headcanon ami as a dude 99% of this is a joke i don't actually think the moon and sun and clothes and shit should be gendered . thanks

The dumb

1.Something Puyo Puyo has built itself on since the Compile era is stereotypes. Gay. Lasses wore skirts (or pants and skirts) and lads usually just wore pants. Everyone wore armor because if you didn't you would be a total idiot. i mean seriously you would be so fucking stupid

This continued on until the late Sega era, because of course it did. In fact, aside from noncanon art and stuff like Puyo DA!, there's only been one character before Puyo Puyo Quest who was a lass and wore pants.

[ID: A png image of Amitie's shocked sprite from Puypop Fever]

THIS GUY

Out of ALL their classmates, out of EVERYONE until like quest (and INCLUDING puyoteto), AMITIE is the ONLY girl character to EVER canonically wear pants without ALSO wearing a skirt/a dress/another piece of clothing generally considered "feminine" for some reason that is beyond me.

if clothes have to be gendered then amitie has to be a boy. checkmate transphobes

2.You know how transphobes say all transmascs have terrible fashion as a way to belittle and discredit their ultimate swag?

yeah

The personal

3.The first time I ever heard abt Amitie I thought they were a guy because before I watched Little Witch Academia and became enlightened I associated the word "magician" with a guy with either a stupid little mustauche or a long ass beard

4.Amitie looks sick as hell w top surgery scars

1.When I was younger and still thought I was a girl I once called myself "a tomboy but like not super athletic so just a boy" and I can hear Amitie saying that so

2.Another thing I did was I would make my voice deeper and when others said they couldn't hear the difference I'd get so so sooo upset and Amitie having almost half of their alt. voices be a lot deeper than their normal voice reminded me of that

3.All in all I just really relate to Amitie. From everything from their anxieties over their friends to their tendency to get in way WAY over their head to trying desperately to go above and beyond for their friends. It's all stuff I can relate to, and as I am the type of mentally ill person who finds a character I relate to, latches onto them and gives them all my mental illnesses and genders along with the ones they already have. yea

4.also seeing them present themself as a guy gives me massive Euphoria

The desperately grasping at symbolic straws

1.Okay so you know how the moon is generally regarded as feminine and the sun is generally regarded as masculine in some cultures (which is fucking stupid they're a rock and a ball of gas respectively but)

And how Amitie's "Red Amitie" alternative form from the (arguably) canon Puyo Puyo!! 20th anniversary has tons of sun imagery to the point where everyone thought the deity Amitie was part of was of the sun?

But apparently there's far more proof that it was, at least originally, a deity of the moon?

And how most of Amitie's spells are more fire-related than moon-related?

What I'm trying to say is they are so transgender they just completely changed the type of god they were

(this point can also be used for the opposite in cultures where the sun is feminine and the moon is masculine. solidarity if you want .)

2.I was looking up names for fun and I found "Alden" which is a masculine name that means "old friend" and I keep nearly crying thinking abt them changing their name to that once they transition to a more masculine yes

thanks for reading. if youre transphobic on this post i wont even respond to you i am just ignoring you

if anything i said here was harmful or upsetting tell me and i'll edit it or just delete the post

#puyo puyo #shitpost

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youarestellarverse · 2 years

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I think maybe I need another sideblog for this, lol. It's turning into a monster.

Epistolary/fake reddit post take 3: Ruby/"Pearl", in her own words.

Originally posted here by u/princess_and_the_pearl on r/relationshipgoals:

Princess And The Sweatpants

(or, Prince Charming Magically Transforms a Sick Day into a Spa Retreat)

Bear with me. Brain fog is a hell of a drug.

I (26NB) was diagnosed with fibromyalgia two years ago after about six months of symptoms, which was astonishingly fast for anyone and downright miraculous considering that at the time, I still thought I was a cis man, and I presented very much that way. There are people who don't believe that's even possible. Several doctors have questioned my diagnosis, asking suspiciously isn't that only in women?

Strangely, when I'm wearing a dress, they don't do that.

Anyway, I have fibromyalgia, which means I constantly feel like I did that time in high school after I played a football game while actively suffering from acute appendicitis (it burst within forty seconds of me getting on the field, because duh, and I almost died— thanks, Dad, for making me play when I had a fever of 104 and I was telling you I felt like someone was spearing me through the back— but that's another story.)

Feverish, sore everywhere, sick to my stomach, like my skin is bruised. The worst part is the fatigue. I get so tired during flares that I can sleep 14 hours a day and wake up exhausted. The only other time I've felt like this was when I was sixteen and fighting off sepsis.

I bring up football mostly because I look like a football player. I was a heavyweight before I got my diagnosis (though I've dropped a lot; my MIL keeps "just happening to be in the neighborhood"— two hours away, mind— with baked goods and stuff). I'm close enough to 6'6 to round up to it if I wanted. I have been told I have the rugged, thoughtful face of a stern, ancient Roman politician. I wear shoes so big that half the time they don't even make them in men's sizes.

And most of the time, that's fine! I'm okay with it when, as my (genuinely) Dear Husband/Prince Charming (27M) puts it, my "gend-o-meter" is pointed towards guy, which is still more often than not.

But it gets to me otherwise, which Charming knows. He also has this very eerie ability to tell where that meter is pointed without asking me. He says it's something about my posture, but he's not sure exactly what. All I know is he's never wrong, and he always knows the best time to pop his head around the corner, smile his sweet smile, say "Hey, babe, guess what?" and then burst into a corny pop song.

[Relevant comment from PC himself:

girl you got my heart racing in your skin-tight jeans~ 🥰😍😚💙💙]

Last week (midsummer for posterity), I was having a hell of a time with a rash of thunderstorms. Everything hurt so badly I could barely think straight. It was like every injury I'd ever had was fresh again, and being a football player, I've gotten banged up a lot. I had five migraines over the span of eight days. I lost a scary amount of weight because I could barely keep anything down.

Eventually my BFFs (we'll call them BFFa, 26F, and, BFF1, 25M, because I don't want to rank them against each other) came out and stayed over the weekend. They made an enormous batch of corn chowder, which was so good it overrode my nausea and lack of appetite and was all I could manage for about 3 days straight. (It's really excellent chowder.)

I'm glad they were here, because I've never had gender dysphoria come on in the middle of a flare before, and I freaked Charming out pretty good when I got halfway through my food and suddenly had enough energy to burst into tears. BFFa is very calming and good at talking people through things, and she helped me articulate while making sure my husband didn't panic. BFF1 isn't as comfortable with emotional displays, but he makes a damn good rice pudding and it's really hard to stay upset when the house smells so nice.

DH, anxiety managed, was able to throw himself into planning mode. He started by calling our mastiff (5F) and having her lay with me while he drew a bath (she's allowed on the bed after a specific command; she was already trained as a service dog when we inherited her, which was incredibly lucky for me because I realized I needed one about a month later).

He's helped me take care of myself before. I quit football because of an injury that destroyed my mobility, and for about three months I was completely reliant on him for almost everything. He helped me stand up to pee. I can't ever pay him back for what he's done for me, but he says the same thing, so we must be even in his mind.

He's always been sweet about it, but he really went all out this time: he lit dozens of beeswax candles, put rose oil and floated petals in the bathwater, set up the shower stall with my chair and a rose-vanilla shower bomb, and hooked up my iPod to the bathroom speakers so he could shuffle through my playlist of all the love songs he's ever sung me.

Then he got me out of my depressed college student chic (the aforementioned sweatpants and my alma mater's t-shirt), helped me into a silk robe that didn't hurt my skin, and supported my weight as we walked.

He got me settled in the shower chair, then stripped and joined me. I didn't have to lift a finger, which was good, because I couldn't without my shoulder seizing up. (He took care of that, too. He's the only person willing to massage me hard enough that I can actually feel it. Everyone else gets too worried about hurting me. Ha.)

After I was clean, he brought out a razor. That man shaved my legs for me, and I have a lot of leg, so that's no small feat.

I'm honestly not sure if I was crying. I think I must have been, because he kept kissing my knees and ankles every time he finished a pass. He sang along with the playlist, too. When you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. I got sunshine on a cloudy day. I don't know why you're being shy. I think you're pretty without any makeup on.

...yeah, in retrospect, I was definitely crying.

I felt so much better it didn't matter. He washed my hair, then helped me into the bath and knelt beside the tub and rubbed my neck while I soaked and let the water support my joints.

Let me tell you: if you've got a partner suffering from chronic pain, this is one of the best ways you can make them feel pampered and loved. 100/10; do recommend.

And that wasn't even the end of it.

While we were in the bathroom, BFFa was going through my wardrobe. Charming helped me back into the robe, and when I got back to our room she'd changed out the sheets and set out my softest, most comfortable cotton maxi dress.

It's very pretty. I made it out of fabric my husband's best man (28M) whipped up for me with fiber from his partner's cashmere goats. He used blue potato peels for dye, which gives it a beautiful muted color that transitions from blue to pink via clever use of anthocyanin reactions.

He also dyed some cashmere yarn to match it, which I found out when my baby SIL (minor) gave me a gorgeous crocheted shawl for Christmas last year. It was laid out beside the dress, which was perfect, because one of my symptoms is that I can't regulate my body temperature very well; having it available to take off and put on as-needed was great.

It felt wonderful on my skin. They got me settled in bed again, our dog in her own bed on the floor (still tall enough for me to scratch her ears 💜). Then they facetimed Prince Charming's gf (29F, she's also married to my drag mother), and she walked him through putting on my makeup and styling my hair into a pixie.

I honestly never thought it possible that I could feel cute and pretty with short hair. That's part of why I was upset. When my head hurts like that, wearing a wig is asking to end up in the hospital with an intractable migraine, and my face is so angular that without long hair to soften it, the image can be really jarring.

(That was how I figured out I was nonbinary, actually. I was rehearsing a drag routine and I just felt Wrong and I couldn't figure out why, until my girlfriend (26F) suggested I try practicing in my wig and I saw myself in the mirror and suddenly it clicked.)

Somehow, he pulled it off. It might partly have been the flower hair clip that BFF1 made me with a soldering iron and some copper wire. Most of it was my face. I had no idea DH knew how to contour, but I looked...soft. Feminine. I felt like a queen.

Not that he's ever failed to make me feel like one before, but this time, he really outdid himself. I looked how I felt. That's not an easy feat for me in this context. He pulled it off flawlessly.

It was also just fun, and after such high pain levels I needed fun almost more than I needed validation.

NOTES: good fucking lord tumblr what have you done with your post editor it took me literally almost half an hour to get it all indented why is there a "character limit" on indentations now

BFF1 and BFFa are of course Piper and Leo, Prince Charming is Percy, Percy's girlfriend is Silena (married to Charlie ofc), Ruby's girlfriend is Annabeth, Percy's best man is Grover; if you read the other posts in this genre, you possibly get the idea. I know, I know, it's getting convoluted.

PING LIST: @perseusjackson-jasongrace @elaborateruses @starlightshadowsworld (lmk if you want me to stop pinging you in Ruby stuff, I'm sort of assuming lol.)

As always, let me know if you want in on (or off of) the ping list!

#nonbinary!jason grace #jercy #i wrote this #epistolary fic #sometimes a girl just needs to process both her chronic illness and her nonbinary feels at the same time #stellarverse

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softxsuki · 2 years

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hello! saw your event, wanted to try for obey me!

i'm afab, but gender fluid. i'm a bisexual with a male preference, so i'd prefer to be matched with a male. i use fem, male and they/them pronouns, but i prefer male and fem! i'm a really nice person, but i tend to joke sarcastically from time to time with some people. i'm also self conscious and aware of other's emotions. i'm very talkative but reserved. it depends on who i'm talking to when i get talkative. i'm easily angered depending on the person who angered me. if i like the person, i'd be very calm about it, if i don't or if i have issues with the person, snapping at them is worst case scenario. i'm a pisces. a little (very) emotional. i value grades and honesty. what i look for in a person for me to consider then good is a sense of humor, the ability to know when to be serene, the ability to know how to listen, honesty, kindness, great mannerisms (like taking care of the body, knows how to clean, etc.) and respect (in any matter). my type, well er, i like buff guys. but i also like guys without the muscles or the good shape. i'm not a fan of fat men, no hate to them, they look wonderful, i'd love to be friends with one (with good manners) it just happens that most of the ones i've met have zero to no manners so i have a specific way of thinking about them. absolutely no manners. just so disrespectful and don't know how to clean up after themselves, BUT i don't have beef or hate them. just dislike their inability to have manners. anyways, in a guy/girl, i like buff and non buff, fat or not (again, depending on mannerisms). i also happen to like men and women who have great hair and fashion sense. i love books, i absolutely adore them. i also love food, i wanna learn how to cook. i love roses and romance. i can't live without my sister, she's one of the most important people in my life. another thing, i'm in school.

headcanon, how they are when they pick you up from school (human/rad, preferably human, but both or either one is great)

*i made the important key stuff in purple, hope it doesn't bother your eyesight!*

1000 Follower Event Matchup # 8

My event is now CLOSED, but I will be doing more events like these in the future. You can checkout the masterlist for this event here.

Note: Hello! Thank you for joining my event and for patiently waiting for me to match you with someone! Hope you enjoy <3

I match you with DIAVOLO!

Runner-ups were Beel and Barbatos

Technical: You’re a Pisces and Diavolo is a Scorpio, which is a perfect match! A wonderful romance where Diavolo helps turn your dreams into reality and you help bring him down and enjoy the little things in life. This relationship is balanced perfectly where you’d have nothing but good times together.

Personable: I really think Diavolo has everything you’re asking for in a man and would also love all your qualities. When joking sarcastically with him, he probably won’t understand straight away, but he’d still laugh. He knows you’re self conscious and does everything he can to help you acknowledge the parts of you that are beautiful, therefore he’s always saying what's on his mind in regards to his feelings for you, and if you’re looking particularly good one day (literally everyday) he says it all out loud to you. He adores the moments when you really open up to him and chatter away. He listens to every word you has to day, and even encourages your talking since he can be pretty talkative himself!

You’d have no worries about being angered by Diavolo, it’s his mission to simply please you and make you happy, so he’d never want to have you angry at him. Though if he does something wrong, he would want you to tell him about it, even if you yelled at him. He’d never purposely anger you :). Even though Dia is a Scorpio, I think he can get pretty emotional as well, but he’s very gentle and treats you with care whenever you get especially emotional. He loves how seriously you take your studies and could probably use some motivation from you to help him get through all his paperwork everyday.

Diavolo knows how to take a joke and loves laughing at your jokes or making jokes of his own. His laugh is so cute, so you’d enjoy hearing it in the frequent times that he does laugh. He is very honest and respectful, listens to everything you have to say, especially if you have any concerns! As a Prince, it is his duty to be kind and well put together, therefore he has a big heart and is always clean, well dressed, and well spoken! I do believe he’s pretty buff (i’m looking respectfully, lol) and he has Barbatos around to make sure he’s eating well rounded meals three times a day. He’s healthy :3.

SINCE you want to learn how to cook and I’m sure Diavolo is a useless cook, he’ll have Barbatos come around to teach the both of you. It gives him some time away from his paperwork to spend with you, doing something you’re interested in! He really loves how much you love your sister. It makes him all soft (like when he notices how much Lucifer loves his brothers. YUP ITS THE SAME THING WITH YOU AND YOUR SISTER). He treats her like royalty as well, making sure she’s living comfortably and knowing that she can come to him about anything if she’s never able to reach you at anytime. VERY SUPPORTIVE AND LOVING. How can you hate Diavolo? He’d spoil you rotten with compliments, affection, and anything you desire <3.

Diavolo Picks You Up From School in the Human World

It was a common occurrence where your boyfriend, Diavolo, would travel the distance to the human world just to pick you up from school

And today was one of those days

He needed to ensure that you got home safely after your classes, and what better way to make sure of that than to pick you up himself?

He sticks out from the crowd of people outside your school

Your yes meet his as he waves at you enthusiastically with his signature bright smile, eyes squinting slightly in delight at the sight of you

You run over to him and he pulls you straight into a hug, even though he does this fairly often when he’s not swamped in paperwork (or when Barbatos looks away long enough that he can run off quickly without being stopped)

He carries your school bag for you, quickly slinging it over his shoulder before holding your hand with his free arm

Your intertwined hands swing as he walks you home, not caring if the walk was far or not, the farther the better bc that meant he could spend more time with you!

He keeps you updated on how things are going inthe Devildom and invites you over again once classes are over for the semester

As his future partner on the throne, it’s only natural that he’d want you to visit him

After all, you’ll be living there one day with him, sitting by his side as leaders of the Devildom

He asks about your day and listens intently to the way you describe your day, whether it’s an exciting day or a particularly dull day, he looks interested regardless

He might even hangout with you for a while at your home until Barbatos appears and drags him back to work

He refuses to leave until you kiss him goodbye though 🤣

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 10/3/2022

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me matchups #obey me diavolo

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thewriting-corner · 2 years

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Rating my old WIP’s lines

A couple of weeks ago, I think Calliope started this trend but because I have quite literally felt like death for the past two months, only until now have I felt actual energy to make this post. So, without further ado, brace your eyes and souls and be prepared to lose absolutely all respect you have for me as a writer.

Also, I had to dig into my deep dark past of Quotev novels and I deeply apologize for that. I really hope no one that knows me from there somehow found their way here lol, and if you have, please erase that version of me from your mind. That was Lu error 404 and we do not know her.

Chasing Smoke - 3/10

“I can still remember the day I crossed paths with Camila Smoke.”

Thank you buddy, that would be so much interesting if we were actually invested in your life. I appreciate the attempt at being a classic romcom, but let’s just say that those aren’t exactly classics because they’re good.

Idiot’s Guide To Falling In Love - 1/10

“Walk faster. You’re going to be late. You know they hate it when you’re late.”

No. Just, no. Why. The fact that over 2000 people read this is astounding to me because just this first line makes me want to stop writing for the rest of my life.

When The Clock Strikes Twelve - 5.5/10

“We all know the story - Cinderella, Prince Charming, the evil stepmother and fairy godmother. We know how it begins and how it ends, but do you know what happens next? Because trust me, the story doesn’t end with a magic slipper.”

This was a gender-swapped Cinderella story and as cringy as the first lines are, I still really like it. It’s definitely my old style, which is basically a 2014 CW/Freeform show but to be fair, I was 15 and at that point I still somehow believed I would marry my first love so let’s not hold my delusions against me.

The Poet - 4/10

“All I wanted to do was send the guy I like a poem, anonymously confessing my love for him on his birthday.”

This story had so much potential but with every rewrite of the first four chapters, it just always fell flat. And this first line? Come one. Boringggg. It could be worse, but it could also be SO much better.

Fearless - negative infinity/10

“I saw my phone lit up. Usually when my phone lit up it would've been one of my friends from school. Non of them was as close to me as May was but I did have really good friends from school, instead it was my mom, I was at the park, since she'd told me write down everything that had happened, the text my mom had sent me said 'Ally, come home, it's time for dinner, I don't want you being out so late', my mom knew that nothing would happen to me, but since what happened to May she was scared that I was out of the house at 3:30. I'd been more hurt than she was, but at least I wasn't paranoid about it.”

I don’t even have to say anything. This speaks for itself. 12 year old Lu did not know how to use a period.

Hope: Middle School Diary - can I retire now

“Before I start telling my story I think I should introduce myself. My name is Hope Jones and I'm 11 years old. I live with my single mom Margaret, my 16 year old sister Eva and my 4 year old brother Augustus but we like to call him Auggie or Gus. “

I-- No. I can’t. Why.

Run - plagiarism 10/10

“They said the world was different. That it wasn't exactly the most peaceful, but it was free. But those are just legends, as some people who I know have come to put it, while others believe it's history that happened as a lesson for those in the future.”

Well okay then Little Miss Brave New World and every other classic dystopia. Had I ever read a dystopia when I wrote this? No. Is it somehow exactly like every single dystopian YA I’ve ever read? 100% yes. Still a lot better than my other Quotev novels so it gets a total 1.5/10

Broken Mirrors/Midnight Zone

Okay so this one has two versions: the Quotev and the Wattpad version. You guys can bear witness to how my writing changed from 11 years old to 15 lol.

“What would you do if one day you looked at the mirror and your reflection wasn't there?” 2/10 because that just doesn’t make sense?? Though tbh I’d celebrate, ngl

“Years ago a family lived as happily as they could. To most people they were picture perfect. To others, the family hid a secret.” 3/10. I feel like the use of “as they could” really hints to the fact that they were messed up so bravo to me for that one. Still, not very interesting and if I read this in a book, I’d slam it shut.

The Wrath of Chaos - 9/10

“The end of the world began with a test.”

I truly believe this is the most iconic line I will ever write and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. It draws me in, leaves me guessing, makes me anxious and has me asking the question “what type of test?” as if I haven’t spent the last two years editing this story. Truly iconic. My headstone will wear this line.

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Bruh I'm gonna be real, what you're describing is dysphoria 101 and your problems can be fixed from T.

Look, before I slurped up my first dose I was sitting in my gaming chair staring at the box of Testogel, hands sweating, wondering for a few seconds if this was the right choice and now I can't imagine going around without this shit.

The thing is the hormones change you and the way you perceive your body. I think there's a lot of stress around deciding whether you're a binary trans person or not, and before starting T ideas like getting a hysterectomy or phallo seemed unimaginable to me so for a while I felt like maybe I hadn't fully decided that I was a trans guy. Except then you start taking the hormones and it takes a painfully long time but at some point you realise that shit, you feel so much better existing in this new form. Now I do want those surgeries, which is a big opinion change in a short period of time.

I have a really bad anxiety disorder as well, and while sure it's acted up a lot for this, the feeling of being alive or some shit? Happy in my material form far outweighs all the other shit.

Note on the no junk - there are surgeons that do these procedures. It's called Genital nullification and is a developing surgery for nb people. So, this is an option.

Look, does anyone really know that transitioning will make them happier before they start? Not really. There's no harm in trying, it's a slow acting medication, if you go on it there will likely be no visible change until the 3 month mark at which point your voice starts to drop, everything that happens before this is completely reversible. So if you have the money and the inclination I'd say fuck it, try, worst case you'll drop it in the first few months, everything will go back to what it was like before, and you'll know the answer.

thank you for the advice (on my gender dysphoria)! a lot of what i dislike about myself is my body- my boobs, my voice, my period. i'm happy with my (gender) presentation otherwise, but most of the things that make me unhappy with myself are feeling un-masculine physically. (other than the mental illnesses, which are a separate issue that i'm trying to get help with.)

a lot of people in the comments of my original "should i go on t because i feel sad about my body and don't like that i have a feminine body" post pointed out that testosterone takes months to work, and that i can lower doses/start with a lower dosage of t. y'all are very smart, because i didn't think about that, lol.

i don't personally think i can afford any surgeries, but i'll look into the little-to-no junk surgery when i can afford it (probably a while from now).

i'm grateful for all the supportive comments and replies, and while personally i'm still working out some stuff, it makes me feel less scared to have other people be like, "hey, this thing helped me a lot, even though i was scared at first".

i didn't think anyone would see the original post at all, and have been very surprised at the amount of people interacting with it. maybe that's because a lot of my friends and family and people i know are cisgender, or if they aren't, they don't want to/don't feel a need to transition. so there's not a lot of people i can ask for advice who are 1) under the trans umbrella, 2) are in a group of people i regularly interact with so it's not weird to ask them personal questions about stuff like transitioning, including my irl friends and people on tumblr, and 3) are in the process of transitioning or have transitioned.

so again, thank you, and thank you to everyone who's said something on my posts or sent me an ask, whether it be "i feel you," "i feel similarly to this, but like with estrogen," or advice from your own transition. you all are wonderful.

#void keith talks #trans stuff #lgbtq stuff #lgbtq+ stuff #void keith's mailbox #tumblr asks #trans advice stuff

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david: angle, I know you love lyra. I mean, we all do, they're a very nice person and I respect them immensely.

david: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

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david: Where are you going?

angle: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

david: I told you I did! Its coming here on

Friday!

lyra, knowing full well that david got angle an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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david: Hey, lyra you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform.

lyra: Have you ever been to a mortuary? david: Yea, my grandma lives there. angle: That is the worst response to that question.

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david: Guys, lyra is missing.

angle: Good.

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(if angel and lyra were both teachers, they’d have friendly competitions)

lyra, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I'd like to thank david, the love of my life, for telling me angle was going to win so don't bother to prepare a speech.

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angle: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

david: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think lyra can fight in that dress either.

lyra: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

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lyra: Do you cook?

angle: I made a cake once.

david: Yeah, it was good.

angle: Really?

david: Don't make me lie twice, angle.

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angle: Look at the buns on that guy!

david: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

lyra: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

angle: I'm not going back to jail!

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juniper: So, are you two friends?

orpheus: Yes.

david: No.

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juniper: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the orpheus way.

david: Isn't that the wrong way?

juniper: Yes, but it's faster.

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orpheus, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles.

angel: Fine! Then I'II be Jake-

juniper, under their breath: Don't say Jortles.

angel: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

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orpheus: It's impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

david: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here's one more to further disprove your theory.

angel: Fuck you.

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*juniper recording whilst david and angel are arguing*

angel: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

juniper: *wheezes like a tea kettle*

david, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab them.

angel : YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?

AM I WRONG?

david: It's my favorite movi-

angel : SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, ANGEL!

david: I'm not fighting with you, l'm not fighting with y-

angel : GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

Pfffft- I love this

#leto_talks #ghost 👻

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amberluv28 · 2 years

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Hey Ladies, I’ve been so so busy with life but I’m ready to start posting again! I love Tumblr because it allows me to express myself and why i absolutely adore being a woman and share that among other amazing woman all over tumblr. So with that being said thank you. I hope my post may empower woman in a certain way or even inspire them to embrace there own life as a woman and all the amazing things it comes with!! So with that being said here are 18 reasons why I love being a woman! 🥰🙍‍♀️💄💅

The 18 best things about being a woman

1. We live longer. Got to love that higher life expectancy, eh?

2. We use handbags. Sure, sometimes guys will treat themselves to a backpack, but I honestly don't know what I'd do without my ridiculous Mary Poppins style holdall.

3. We have so many more clothing options than men. You only have to watch any red carpet event ever to feel sorry for them.

4. The is no greater thing in this world than girl talk. It is everything and is 100% (fine, maybe 95%) worth the 40+ years of periods.

5. Drunken conversations with random girls in club toilets are extreme self-esteem boosters. You may wonder the next day why you took life advice from a stranger with loo roll stuck to her heel, but still.

6. Speaking of toilets, ours are always way fancier than boys'. I'm pretty sure I could live in a Wetherspoons bog if I really needed to.

7. Makeup is our jam. Obviously, makeup isn't gender specific (James Charles, the first male CoverGirl, can attest to that) but still, there's nothing some of us love more than a good eyebrow transformation.

8. We are crazy organised and shit hot at multi-tasking. Sometimes I even surprise myself when I'm talking on the phone, painting my nails and reading my horoscope at the same time.

9. We're so much better at giving gifts. No shade, but one time my dad bought my mum a blender for Christmas and he thought it was the most romantic thing ever.

10. We have a seriously high tolerance for pain. HELLO CHILDBIRTH.

11. We're more fluid in our sexuality. A Boise University study found that 60% of heterosexual women have been sexually attracted to other women - and who can blame us?

12. We are emotional AF, and we aren't sorry about it. It's so unfair that some men feel they can't be open about their feels, but we on the other hand give zero effs angry crying to our BFF about how the barista in Starbucks was rude to us this morning.

13. We always know the best camera angles for our friends. I'll be damned if I let my girl upload a subpar profile pic to Facebook.

14. We're insanely loyal. If you're ever in trouble, you can guarantee we'll have all the receipts to back you up.

15. We are the queens of pettiness. Sure, some people see this as a negative, but those people clearly don't have a 10-person deep WhatsApp group and a camera roll full of screenshots.

16. If you're lucky enough for your squad's cycles to sync up, you're basically all physic for a week. "Chocolate?" "Chocolate".

17. Multiple orgasms. That is all.

18. WE RUN THE WORLD. When you've got women like Michelle Obama and Beyoncé on your team, it's pretty hard not to feel like a boss.

#girly glam #girlblogging #girlsonly #cute girly #girly pink #girly blog #girly #empowerwomen #ladies #love being a woman #womanstyle #makeup #girly fashion #pink girl #pink blog #pretty in pink #feminine #female #tumblr girls

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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It Takes A Village Chapter 3

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Daughter!Reader

Series Master List

Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: You go to your first ultrasound.

Series warning: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter warnings: swearing, teen pregnancy, terrible explanation of a ultrasound and pregnancy doctor appointment.

Y/n means your name...

Oh and I changed the divider to that bunny instead of the other one. It'll still go back and forth between Blue and pink like I had planned on doing.

You sat in the backyard watching dodger run around while your thought. You obviously have to tell everyone now, you'll probably tell your aunts and uncles first, then your grandparents. First, you had to wait for your appointment which Chris had scheduled for the next day. Just to make sure you and the baby were okay. Chris had let on a little bit about his excitement to be a grandfather, telling you how he was gonna spoil them. He also told you he was going to try and find some of your old baby clothes for your baby.

"Y/n." Chris said poking his head out through the door, you looked at him curiously.

"Yes dad?" You asked him.

"Lunch. Dodger!" He hollered for dodger while you snuck past him to the table to eat. Dodger ran passed him and followed you in. "Okay sweetpea we need to talk about the baby." Chris said as he sat at the table across from him.

"What about the baby?" You asked.

"You should name him after me." He jokes.

"What if they are a girl?" You asked him letting out a small laugh.

"Name them Chris with a K." He said. You laughed.

"Dad. I'm not naming my baby Chris or Chris with a K. No matter the gender. One Chris is enough." You rolled your eyes taking a bite of the sandwich he had made you.

"Okay fine. But we do need to talk about something." He said.

"About what?" You asked him.

"You have to go to school your currently not enrolled at any school and that can cost us a fine." He told you. You nodded following along to what he was saying. "So I'm enrolling you into the public school over here." He said.

"Okay... But what about the baby? I'm gonna end up showing eventually I doubt a bunch of high schoolers are gonna keep the fact that Chris Evans' daughter is pregnant." You said.

"You weren't going to be able to keep this a secret forever." He reminded.

"I guess.. So when do I start?" You asked.

"Next Monday." He said. You nodded. "So back onto the baby name."

"Dad I'm not going to start thinking about baby names till I know the gender." You said rolling your eyes at him.

"That's what me and your mom did." He gave you a small smile thinking back to how excited he was finding out he was going to have a baby girl.

"Really?" You asked him taking another bite of your sandwich.

"Yeah. After your moms great grandma." He explain eating his own sandwich. Dodger sat on next to you trying to catch some food.

"Cool. So Dad if your gonna keep saying names for the baby I think I should remind you that your gonna need to decide your Grandpa name." You said smiling at him. You haven't felt this relax just joking with someone in a few months since school was stressing you out, then you found out your pregnant so you haven't had a second to just relax and joke around in a while so this was nice.

"What about ole pappy Chris?" Chris joked. You shook your head laughing.

"No how about Gramps."

"That makes me sound old." He said laughing.

"But ole pappy Chris doesn't?" You raised an eye brow. You both broke into laughs. "Okay okay fine maybe papa C?" You said laughing more.

"No."

"Opa?" You threw another name out.

"Hmm?"

"German for grandpa."

"We're not German."

"Oh yeah." You said taking a bite of your sandwich. "Fine you pick one dad."

"I don't know. Just let the kid decide." He said smiling.

"Okay." You said.

"That's okay Bubba. Remember you have that appointment tomorrow." He remind eating his sandwich.

"Yeah. Will you be allowed to come in with me?" You asked him.

"I think it's just an ultrasound so probably, still nervous about the doctors?" He asked remembering how when you were younger you hated the doctors, it got better over time though.

"Yeah.. And this is a different kind of appointment. It's not just a checkup I'm going to be seeing my baby. Dad that wasn't supposed to happen till I was in my twenties." You sighed leaning on the table.

"Hey we talk about this bubba you can't change it now, so just be happy your gonna have a baby. I miss having a tiny you running around in only diaper cause you refused to put clothes on." He said smiling.

"Daad." You whined laughing.

"It's true." He said smiling standing up with his now empty paper plate. He walked over to you placing a kiss on the top of your head before making his way to the kitchen. You sighed looking down at your belly.

"This definitely isn't how I planned to spend high school." You whispered.

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You sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office nervously bouncing your leg. You looked around to see other expecting mothers talking to the person they brought along for their own appointments, some were their spouses, some were their kids, some brought both. You sat leaning against Chris looking up at him. He gave you a reassuring smile. He remembers sitting in a waiting room similar to this one with your mom excited to see you for the first time in your moms belly.

"Y/n Evans?" A nurse called you both looked up and began to walk to her. You guys made it in to the room where the ultrasound would be taking place. "Okay honey I'm just going to check on everything with your and the baby then we'll start the ultrasound." The nurse explain as you sat on the bed, your dad waited outside the room per request of the nurse. "Is the baby's dad on the way?" The nurse asked you trying to make conversation as she began to check on everything.

"No." You shook your head.

"Okay sweetie so how far along do you think you are?" She asked you.

"Probably a two weeks but I'm not too sure." You said watching as she listened for the baby's heart beat.

"Okay." She move the stethoscope to listen to your heart beat. "Okay I think we're ready for the ultrasound. Do you want your dad to come in for it?" She asked you. You nodded without hesitation. She let him in and he found as spot to stand next to the bed where you were sat. "Okay lift your shirt just above your stomach and lay back please." She smiled at you before grabbing the cream to put on your stomach.

You did as told then looked at your dad for reassurance he gave you the reassuring smile he had been giving you since you made it to Boston. "Your got this bubba." He whispered. You squirmed and giggled as the nurse put the cold liquid on your stomach making you look back at her. She used the machine.

"Okay... It looks like your are 8 weeks along, and a estimated due date would be sometime in November. The baby looks healthy there's not much to go by right now since it's still quite early in the pregnancy." She explained, you looked up at the screen seeing blobs on the screen. You couldn't help the smile that came to your face. "Any questions?" She asked you.

"Uh when can I find the gender out?" You asked.

"Around 14 weeks but it isn't a hundred percent positive that early on I'd recommend waiting till around 18 weeks." She said.

"Okay!"

"Okay. So the receptionist will help you set up another appointment for when your around 11 weeks." She said beginning to wipe the gel off your stomach. "But right now Mom and baby are healthy." She said directing that more to your dad then you as you pulled your shirt back down.

"Thank you." You and your dad said before leaving the office. You and your dad made it to the front desk and scheduled your next appointment. He let you do most of it just standing there to help if you needed it.

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#daughter!reader #x teen!reader #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x teen!reader #chris evans #cevans #I'll be there to help you the whole way #teen pregnancy #it takes a village #x daughter!reader #teen!reader

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match up, No. 9

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Hello! Saw you were taking match-ups and I was wondering if I could request one. Only done one before for another fandom, and I was wondering who I’d align with for One Piece ^^

I'm an INFP and generally an introvert, finding it difficult to express myself when I'm around people I'm unfamiliar with or just not close to. I can be both quiet and shy; quiet when I have no interest in making good impression on that person (a stranger I'll see once and never again) and shy when I'm genuinely trying to make myself acceptable to them. But, I do trust easily, so it's not hard to get close enough with me that I'll open up about almost everything, so long as they understand have my boundaries (that'll shift depending on how close). I'm also very affectionate with people I'm close with, particularly through physical touch, since I've been pretty touch starved. If you're close friends with me, you can find me constantly looking for a hug, but I can respect boundaries since not everyone enjoys contact.

The situation would be a bit different romance wise, since I’d revert a bit back to my introverted side, but also very affection-seeking at the same time. I say affection seeking as in I’d crave time and activities spent together with them, but I’d be afraid to ask/initiate, at least during the early beginnings of the relationship. I’d be constantly seeking affirmation of their love, and since I’ve never been in a relationship before (but desperately wanted one), they’d be constantly receiving my love too ❤️

While being an introvert in reality, I find it much easier to speak with confidence online. as I actually have time to contemplate what I can say. It's when I'm either with close friends or on the internet, that I can go on passionate endless rants or show my passive aggressive side. I'm usually pacifist, but if something irks me enough, I can and will pitch in snide/sarcastic remark or two, or if it's more serious; I will write out whole sophisticated and well worded paragraph that'd sound all polite with a hidden snarky tone.

I'm pretty much a hopeless romantic, so there's lot of couple things I want to try when I find someone. Back hugs, bridal carry, tickle fights, you name it. While I do enjoy these displays of affection (comes with the happy kind of embarrassment aka. I feel embarrassed that others sees it but I’m happy because I know they’re not doing it out of maliciousness and because they truly love me), small gestures are appreciated too; a gentle squeeze of the hand, a passing smile, etc.

As for hobbies, I enjoy reading, writing, (occasionally) drawing, but most of all; probably singing. I enjoy a wide variety of songs, depending on what mood I'm in, but I particularly like songs about love. Looking for someone to sing the duet love songs with me, doesn't matter how good or bad they are at singing. They can be tone deaf for all I care, it's the thought that matters 😊

I'm very emotionally sensitive, and can both laugh and cry easily. A random stranger online wished me good day? I'll be in good mood for awhile. Watched a 'mildly' sad movie? (Extra emphasis on mildly) I better have new box of tissue on the side just in case. It'd be nice to have someone that can either comfort me or at least tolerate my emotions, so I wouldn't be irking them 😞

I don't really have a type when looking for significant other but being an INFP does make the romance thing complicated. It'd be nice to have someone that's far along on the extroverted side (just not happy go lucky and can be serious) since, despite being introverted, I like to experience new things. I'm just too afraid to try alone and prefer it if someone else recommends it first. Someone to prompt me and nudge me to do something, but won’t take it too far if I really looked uncomfortable. (I’m also a procrastinator so they gotta find out the right ratio between pushing vs. taking it too far 😅) In relationship, I'd value trust and loyalty the most, since both are important in keeping the healthy relationship. If both sides could equally trust and be trusted, then there wouldn't be place for insecurity or fear. This ties in with another part of me being an INFP; I want a relationship that lasts forever. While it's weird to decide how long lasting the love will be early in the relationship, I don't think I can fully commit myself to someone, knowing that it'll end (through the other side falling out of love with me, finding interest in someone else, etc.) (natural causes like death are fine, even though I will still be sad 🥲)

As for appearance, I’m a 5”4 female with slightly wavy black hair that reach nearly to my waist. I don’t think I’m particularly short, but then again, every anime character seems to be straight up giants XD (Man, I was born with the wrong genes) I’m overall very plain, with black hair, brown eyes, but I’ve always been told I had pretty long eyelashes and big bright eyes. Average weight for my height, and flat chested :’)

As for the preference for gender, I’m mainly attracted to guys. I had some (very few) crushes on a small selection of female anime characters, but that were very rare, like 3, compared to my (insert large number) male crushes

Thank you in advance and sorry for how long this is 😔

P.s. I feel like I need to emphasize I’m still an introvert, since the personality I described is only limited to my very small friend group

a/n:

Hey there? How are you doing? Thank you so much for requesting. First off I should be apologizing for making you wait so long. I hope you´re not mad at me but lately there is a lot happening in my life. In my private life but also in my college life. But let´s put that aside and get to your request.

I have to thank you for the detailed info about you because that helped me to choose a match up for you so much. Like I instantly could think of someone. Not only did it help me to match you up with someone but also to come up with a plot. So I came up with this little imagine/hedcanon… I really don´t know what to call my work for the imaginies so I go with work. XD Anyways I really don´t know what to do at this point. Your request and your personality gave me such a good idea for a plot that I tried my best to keep it short because I decided to turn this request and my ideas and thoughts that are flying around in my mind to an actual FANFICTION! AHHHHHHHH. I can´t stop thinking about it. The idea sounds so damn good in my head that it makes me smile like an idiot right now! Uff I can´t wait to find time writing it down. AHAHH, but I fear that I already gave aways so much with this!!!! *pouts Doesn´t matter I´ll do it anyways. AHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so damn much for requesting!

Anyways! Back to my work now. If there is anything that bothers you or you simply hate please make sure to tell me so I can change it and give you whatever you´d like. Other than that happy reading my dear!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: I sadly don't know. Please tell me of you know so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· I decided to pair you up with KILLER

· Like am I the only person that thinks that he is not getting the screen time and appreciation he deserves? Because that is the damn case! ODA GIVE THIS MAN THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION HE DESERVES. And while we´re at it I wouldn´t mind if I would get a bit more of Eustass Kid too… Thank you in advance. <3

· But that’s not the point. Please dear requesting beautiful human being give this man and me, your hopelessly dreamy author a chance. Thank you, I really appreciate. <3

· aNyWaYssssS.

· “y/n? Are you still awake?”, asked the blond man softly. “No worries I won´t make you carry me to bed again.”, you said with a giggle. You couldn´t see his face but you knew that he was smiling. “I don´t mind that you know? I like having you close to me without having to fear to see you hid under the blanket for who knows how long.”, you rolled you eyes and hit his arms. “That only happened because that idiot captain of yours annoyed the hell out of me. That was embarrassing Killer.”, you slowly put one leg over the railing and then the next one. Making sure you don´t fall down the ship. “What happened? Didn´t you drag me out our cabin to watch the stars?”, asked the muscular man who held you close to him while making sure you didn´t fell. “I did but now I´d like to look at something different. Something even more beautiful. Something that gives me warmth and happiness. Something that keeps me alive and always makes sure I am doing fine.”, talking to the blond pirate while sitting at the railing was one of the rare moments you were close to an eye level with him. “You mean my mask?”, asked the man with a tiled head that got you to roll your eyes and hit his chest. “Great you destroyed the sweet moment. I hate you. Make a step back so I can get down. I want to go back to bed and drown in regret of dating you.”, you tried to push him away but he was obviously stronger and threw you over his shoulder. “Of course you hate me. That was also the exact same thing you were moaning a while ago. Let´s go back to bed nerd.”

· As sweet and loving your relationship was now with the pirate it also started like that. Wanna know how? Alright let me get comfortable in my bed and get started. Story TIIMMMEEEE!!!

· An island well known for their universities and scientist. An island full of top ranked doctors.

· Physics, chemistry, biology, astrology was well thaught in the schools of the island. An island well known around the world. An island ruled by a powerful devil fruit user.

· An island in which every civilian had a talent in another field. And you? You sadly had an impressive talent for languages.

· Why sadly you wonder? Well the amount of times you had to run for your dear life because some pirates could come and kidnap you and make you read the poneglyphs is immense.

· Once even the infamous Red haired Shanks came and asked you with the hope to have someone who could read them. But sadly you couldn´t. You told him that you were done with pirates coming for you or your best friends. You regretted learning all of that and hated yourself for that. Shanks and Beckman to whom your were talking to really felt bad for you and claimed the island as their territory after they had a chat with ruler and made a deal.

· That was that saved you and your friends for years and made you happy. You were thankful to the red hair pirates and always treated them with meals and drinks when they came visiting the island. You were happy for 5 years. 5 years until these stupid reckless pirates came.

· And now? Now you hated yourself all over again

· You knew that not every pirate was like the red hair pirates. Nice and respectful. They didn´t kill innocent people and destroyed civilizations only to get some gold and diamonds. But these? These were horrible. Cold and cruel.

· “Someone make this btch talk otherwise I´ll do it by cutting her into pieces only stropping when IT actually starts to answer my god damn questions!”, screamed a tall and guy with red hair.

· You were scared. Tied on a mast on their ship, you feared for your life. Screaming for help was not an option since you were already on the sea since a while now.

· The man that was yelling at you none stop was now holding a blond man with a mask at his collar and growling at him. The man might have a mask on but you somehow had the feeling that he was talking to the man with the red fur coat. “Clear the deck! NOW!!”; yelled the man before he left inside the ship. Slowly every man on deck was leaving you alone. You wanted to ask them were or why the left but you knew that they wouldn´t give you an answer. You were a prisoner. A captive. A pathetic human they took on board. With the last pirate leaving you behind, a door that was located behind the mast you were tied on closed while the need to cry grew inside of you. How long am I here by now? One hour? Two or three? Was anyone missing me back at home? Were they already looking for me? Thoughts that occupied your mind were blurring your vision. You were looking right in front of you but also not. Your eyes were wide open but your vision was back at home. Home were you belonged.

· “Hey. Hey can you hear me? Hey you alright, woman? Hello?”, a man was squatting in front of you and waving with his hands in front of your face. You were deeply lost in your thoughts that you neither heard him coming nor saw him sitting right in front of you.

· But the moment he touched you tight you screamed and got back to reality. “Please don´t touch me. Please don´t hurt me. Please I beg you. Please.”, fear was written all over your face. You saw yourself death with a huge puddle of your blood. “Alright I won´t touch you. It´s just that I´ve been sitting in front of you for 5 minutes now and the only thing you did was breath and say no. Anyways here is something to drink. You´ve been her for four hours now. Half of the time unconscious and the other one either basically mute or in a trance.”, the guy in front of you was the same one who got the mad man to leave and clear the deck. It made you wonder who he was that he had such a power but you didn´t dare to ask. “Here I hold it for you and you drink.”, the glass was put on your lips and you drank. You didn´t knew how thirsty you were until your lungs were wetted by the water. Finished drinking he put a blanket over your legs since the position your were in didn´t allow you to cover yourself properly. And the fact that you were wearing a dress wasn´t helping at all.

· “Alright. You had something to drink I got you a blanket now tell me are you able to talk to me and answer my questions?”, you nodded. “Good. Now listen to me. There is this language that is called Krisanasy. As far as I know there is a tiny amount of people who are able to speak that and you are one of these. Am I right?”, you nodded. “How well are you in it?”, you gulped and looked at the man with the mask “I know the most important basics. I remember basic grammar rules and a good amount of vocabulary but I´m not that good in it. I didn´t worked with anything that included this language since years now.”, the masked man nodded and fully sat down now. “Would you be able to get back in it if you had some books and scripts to work with?”, slowly you understood where this was supposed to lead. You knew that if you said yes they would keep you as their prisoner and make your work for them. And if they had everything they would kill you because there would be no more use for you. But if you said no now and refused to talk to him he would probably also kill you. You were in a dilemma. You didn´t wanted to die but also didn´t wanted to die after you helped them. They were criminals. Feared and hated by the government and any human around the world. You looked down on your lap and let your head fall forward so your long black hair covered your face. “Hey I asked you something. Would you be able to do that?”, his voice was deep and rough but in the same time soft and gentle. That irritated you. it make you realize that him being nice to you now was just a way to get under your skin and make you do whatever they wanted. And then they simply would kill you in the most brutal and cruel way. “Hey, woman. Are you listening?”, you felt helpless. “I don´t want to die. Please let me go. Please. I beg you. Please.”, tears were streaming down you cheeks you couldn´t hold back anymore. He came closer and lifted you face. “Listen here you are a smart woman. Stop crying for fcks sake. If I would be you I would have made these pirates work for me. Use your damn brain and stop crying. Do you really think anyone in here would kill you? Heck no! They need your help. They need your brain because all of them are basically stupid. Like damn I need you to answer all of my questions before my captain with anger issues comes and beats the sht out of me. Now answer me woman. Are you able to get back in it if we got you some scripts to work on?”, you nodded while more tears streamed down you cheeks. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless and used. Helping them would turn you into a criminal too and ruin everything you worked on. Everything the emperor did for you and the island would be wasted. “See wasn’t that hard to answer.”

· The questioning went on for a while you didn´t know for how long but you knew that a long time passed since the sun stared to set. “Alright. Now I give you two options. One, stay here. Tied up on the mast no matter what kind of weather we face. Two you swear to obey me no matter what kind of order I give you and you will be able to sleep on a bed. You will get food and tomorrow you will start working on the scripts we give you. You choose.”, with your head hung lowly you said number two and instantly got released from the chains and handcuffs. He helped you stand up and covered you in the blanket before he led you into his cabin. “Wait here. Sit there and don´t do anything stupid as long as I´m not here. If you do anything stupid I won´t be able to help you. Got it?”, he didn´t even wait until you answered or gave any reaction he simply left and closed the door after him. So you waited while sitting with a lowly hung head. Minutes passed and he came back. “Your clothes are dirty. The bathroom is empty so you can take a bath or shower. Anything you want but I´ll be in the room with you. Because of one I have to make sure no one is coming in and secondly to watch over you and make sure you don´t do anything stupid. Got it. Fine. Take this towel and these clothes. We don´t have any female crewmates so you have to be wearing with my clothes until we dock on another island and you get to buy clothes.”

· The man with the mask took care of you for the rest of the day. He took you to shower and gave you fresh clothes. You had dinner with him alone in the kitchen when no one was around and got back to sleep. And no matter what you did he made sure to keep a respectful distance towards you. Whenever he had to come closer or touch you to take care of your wounds he would warn you. The day kept going like that. Nothing else was said about the following days and the thing they wanted you for. Only necessary things were said that were needed at the moment. And you only gave short replays or only answered with a head movement.

· Slowly the day passed by and the night took over with the moon putting the world alight. You were back in his cabin with him sitting on an armchair and you lying in bed sleeping with one hand tied up on the bed.

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