#many of my friends do not like being from here and that’s also reasonable and understandable because it’s Their experience and life

[transgenderpussycat]

While it is true that there can be risks to black market testosterone, it is not as dangerous as you make it out to be.

There is a really big market for testosterone used in doping, therefore there is also a lot of competition. So the companies making illegal T are constantly competing to make the best product, and if a supplier fucks up their product they would quickly loose their customers since there are so many alternative suppliers. On top of that, testosterone (and estrogen too) are relativity cheap to produce so there really is no reason for suppliers to mix the hormone with any other potentially harmfull substance to save money, which sadly is a common practice with many other drugs like coke for example, but shouldnt be a concern here.

You are vastly exaggerating the dangers of testosterone. We all (schould)have both testosterone and estrogen in our bodies in varying amounts, they are part of what make our bodies function, so your body should already know how to respond to the hormone. yes you can technically have an allergic reaction to testosterone, but that is really unlikely, and in many cases the allergic reaction is to what the testosterone is mixed with, not the hormone itself (hormones like many other substances cant be taken in its raw form so you have to mix it with something to be able to inject it or use it as a gel).

Testosterone overdose sounds scary and it is not healthy, but HRT will not kill you, overdosing on testosterone is nothing like overdosing on narcotics.

A cis man taking testosterone and a trans man taking testosterone are also different things. If a cis man takes testosterone he is more likely to have too much testosterone in his body and experience negative side effects because his natural testosterone level is already at where i schould be (in most cases), so adding extra can quickly become to much. This is not the case for a trans man with naturally low levels of testosterone, who would need to take a much higher dose to risk negative side effects.

Please do your own reading about the negative effects of taking testosterone and taking too much of it instead of just listening to a random tumblr user saying that testosterone is dangerous and that you can od from it, and calling it extremely dangerous, withouth any evidence.

i cant speak for all countries, but in denmark if the police intercept a package of drugs being sent to you, you can just claim that you know nothing about it. technically anyone can mail drugs to a random stranger without their consent, so you can use that plausible deniability in your favor.

In my opinion the safest and most comfortable way to take diy hrt is to get involved in a trans community where you live(sadly this can be difficult if you dont live in a big city). often you can find many people who are diy'ing in local communities and then you can get advice and access to hormones via them. I find it to be very comforting that i am on estrogen from the same supplier as my friends and community members, so if anyone experiences any problems with the hormones i will hear about it.

Many places around the world trans people are also starting to produce, import, test and distribute their own HRT, in order to make it safer for their communities. these underground and above ground groups run by and for trans people to keep it safe are growing, so diy hrt is getting cheaper and safer.

I dont belive that diy hrt is a high risk endeavour. you need to be aware that the safety and risks involved with the treatment is your own responsibility, so you need to be smart about it. However i dont see a reason to be so scared about diy, just think twice and you should be good.

by the way, trans harm reduction are really great! check them out, especially if you're in Ireland.

In these trying times I have to tap the sign once again: (courtesy of Reddit user)

[zarla-s]

I'm not sure if you accept asks, but kinda wanted to share a fact that I found out recently.

With our modern technologies, it's no biggie to insert an image into text, and emoji is already a big part of the internet. However, back in 2000s, images often were too heavy for the technologies! And even if you manage to insert an image, with the text the whole thing might look just strange.

And here comes our hero — Wingdings(Not Gaster)! Created in 1990, Wingdings' main purpose never was to be a readable font, it was the early-internet easily accessible images. You need a thumbs up? Of course you can go ahead and bother yourself with inserting a heavy blurry image; orrr you can just change the font to Wingdings and get a high-resolution image with any size you want. (And that's also a reason why Tumblr reads some of the wingdings font as emojis :D)

Of course, now really a small amount of people uses Wingdings for it's original purpose, however it still remains in Windows OS by default (from 2014), and probably had a huge impact on the mainstream back in the day.

Oh yeah, it also leads us to another thing: since in Handplates Gaster was the one to create phone for Toriel and Asgore (as far as I remember??? damn my memory), I'm pretty sure he could use Wingdings as easy emojis for the early technologies :D

(Sorry for long post and poor grammar, got carried away for a bit XD)

Haven't done an ask cluster in ages, so let's get a few out of the way! Some Deltarune Chapter 3-4 spoilers ahead!

The main hurdle for images back in the 90s was the load-times - 28.8 modems were VERY slow, which is why a lot of old images tend to be on the smaller side. People used very tiny little things in their text back then, mostly game sprites or little pixel things like teacups, stars, hearts, little decorative things like that but all very small for loadtimes. Early precursors to the standard emoji! But yeah Wingdings was also meant to serve that purpose, haha. Even though embedding a font on a webpage was also tricky... so whenever people wanted to play tricks with Wingdings (look up the "NYC" thing) they'd usually tell each other to open up Wordpad and type it in there. Nothing back then was high resolution though lol, not with everyone using a CRT. |D But I'm just being pedantic, don't mind me.

I don't think Gaster would really like emojis or emoticons at all, it'd be kind of weird for him, haha. I can see Sans or Papyrus messing with them though, Sans just to tweak him. Alphys of course loves them.

Possibly? I don't have many thoughts about Friend right now cause I just don't think we have enough information. Pink/Yellow definitely keeps coming up, which is a motif I mostly associate with Spamton but could turn out to be indicative of a much broader thing. I still think Spamton was talking to the knight though. Love Spamton having cat connections lol. Part cat. Neko Spamton. Hang out with the cat Shadowguys.

I don't know if I like it exactly, there's a lot of stuff pointing to it but that doesn't nearly matter as much to me as where's Papyrus. Where is Papyrus. Sans is nothing to me without Papyrus. Where is he! Did he come with him if he hopped dimensions? They NEED to be together the skelebros MUST STAY TOGETHER. Papyrus doesn't even need to do anything, I just want to see him and maybe say hi. I just want to know he's okay. Where is he toby. I need to see him. plz.

I did do some Handplates/Deltarune type things a while ago! Just small things though.

deltarune... good

I HAD TO LOOK IT UP i wanted it to be Centiskorch but they're not in the right egg group lol

From what we saw of them in Chapter 4 it looks like the Addisons actually support each other rather happily and think of each other as friends (ha ha! i was right!!), but I do think Spamton felt really self-conscious about not being as successful as the others. He felt like he was the group's little faily mascot which really bothered him, and to be fair they did sometimes treat him like that (not maliciously or anything). I don't think he thought they'd leave him but he really wanted them to take him seriously and treat him like an equal. Maybe even impress them! He wanted to prove himself and fulfill his purpose which left him very vulnerable to the voice promising him the world in exchange for his proverbial soul.

I think that'd make it sting even worse that Spamton never thought the others would leave him, like never even expected it since he was in their AdBloc, so them ghosting him for his success instead of being happy for him would have been so confusing and so painful. He clearly still dwells on them a lot from how hard he projects onto Kris about them. They still think about him too. :< Really I wish they could all just get over themselves and talk to each other about what happened.

[goldduststevie]

The Backup singers: Sharon Celani (part 1)

The first one, the OG, the most consistant one, (save for one or two times when she was sick) she's been at every Stevie show and performance.

They met in Maui in 1978 when Stevie was vacationing there, and Sharon was singing with her band at the Blu Max nightclub in Lahaina. More info on Sharon here.

Story from Sharon on how her and Stevie met:

I met Stevie while I was singing in a rock and roll band playing at a club in Lahaina, on the island of Maui. Stevie came to one of our shows and ended up on stage singing with us, and this was the beginning of our friendship. That night Stevie mentioned to me that she was staying in a place on the beach where the tropical atmosphere was inspiring her to want to write and that she wished she had a piano to work her ideas out with. I called up a friend and arranged to get a piano brought to Stevie’s place. When she got the piano she invited me over to sing with her on a new song idea and I’ve been singing with her ever since.

This is a photo from that night at the BluMax nightclub in Lahaina, Maui in 1978:

Stevie recalling their first meeting, from a 1983 interview:

I met Sharon ~ Sharon you'll have to help me ~ many, many, years ago. I was in Hawaii [in 1977] and Sharon was singing at the Blue Max and she was singing Poor Poor Pitiful Me and I know Warren Zevon very well so I love any songwriter that can write a line about a Waring Blender and get away with it. And I walked up to Sharon and said, 'My name is Stevie Nicks' and, of course, she knew I was there and she was totally dying of embarrassment cause I was there and not knowing how much I was enjoying listening to her sing and I walked up and said, 'So Sharon, what's happening? And I know that you love being in Hawaii and everything but...if I ever have a band, if I ever do a record will you consider coming and singing with me?' And I didn't know this girl, so it's not like...this could have been an unpleasant person, you know, that I had just nailed myself into a relationship with here. I didn't really know. I took it solely, completely on the way that she sang Poor Poor Pitiful Me.

They basically were inseperable ever since. I think at one point Sharon moved in with Stevie and Stevie would bring her along on the Tusk tour. She can even be seen in one of the pics that was taken in the studio during the Tusk recordings eventho she had no reason to be there (other than being Stevie's entourage):

In the Tusk tour program Sharon is credited as a "wardrobe supervisor" and for the longest time I thought that was just a symbolic title and she wasn't actual doing much except for tagging along with Stevie but recently I've found some pics of her handling stage clothes:

I read somewhere that at this time she was also dating someone from Fleetwood mac's touring crew, but I forgot who it was. More Sharon on the Tusk Tour with Stevie:

Ofcourse around this time Stevie started working on her first solo album, Bella Donna. Stevie brought in Lori Perry and luckily Sharon and Lori also clicked and the 3 of them would prove to be a golden combination.

Here's a "Leather and Lace" demo with Sharon singing Don Henley's parts:

Stevie decided very early on her backup singers where never going to be "just" backup singers, she envisioned a sort of 60's girl group and the girls would be prominent and featured in album photos and promos.

The tour:Lori Perry

[creatingblackcharacters]

hi! i've been keeping up with your essays for months now, and they've been super helpful. i've been working on an animated series which focuses on analysing and depicting fandom spaces, with a big focus on how pervasive racism is in fandom. there's a lot of emphasis on imperialism and how it feels to interact with online spaces as someone in the global south, because that's where i live and where many of my friends come from. however i also want to spotlight anti-Blackness as much as possible, because like you've and many other Black fans have said before, it's basically unavoidable in fandom spaces.

part of the show's premise is that all the characters are inanimate objects rather than people (in order to connect with fandom audiences more closely as well as be more symbolic). i wanted to create a sort of stand-in structure for race, and settled on objects being made of metal as an allegory for being Black. i've done my best to study your lessons on fantasy racism and depicting Blackness in nonhuman characters, but i still wanted to ask, would this be invoking any harmful stereotypes? (i purposely chose a material that is common across the world, but that doesn't have any violent connotations afaik, if you want to know my reasoning for metal specifically)

also as an additional question for you as well as any Black fans following you if you feel up to answering: what's a big issue with anti-Blackness you see in fandom and across that internet that's overlooked and you'd like to draw more attention to?

sorry for the long chunky ask X(

I mean, if you've been following my lessons as you've stated, then there's nothing I can say here in response that I haven't already stated within them! I'd suggest going back through them, with an emphasis on the ones on stereotypes and the links contained within, to better direct your depiction. I've also shared the two lists I've compiled, and there have been recent posts discussing the Black experience both in fandom and on this site as well. So you could read through those to better gauge how it feels to be a Black fan.

I could not possibly tell you which specific thing to focus on the most, because I wish you'd all focus on ALL of it. But if I had to pick the one that is the most upsetting to me, I'd focus on the fact that the reason it happens so easily is because people are bystanders. Everyone wants to believe they're an ally, a Good Person, but no one DOES anything to prevent or confront it. People are more focused on their own self perception than they are the actions necessary to actually BE the ally they claim. So for every ten thousand people who goes "wow that was horrible I'm sorry you had to deal with that", there's usually only ten that ACTUALLY put up the active fight to support Black fans as need be. It's less safe to be Black than it is a racist, here. And that's not an accident, that's an outcome! So I often get angrier at those people than I do the overt bigots because it's like... You do Nothing, you say Nothing, you protect Yourself, but you think you're not one of them?

[windvexer]

Hello windvexer, I am writing this ask because I need some help coming up with a spell to help me deal with my current situation. For context, I live with a very financially irresponsible father who's habits put a strain on all of us at home, I would like to find a way to make it so that he stops spending money on stupid stuff (as speaking and any non magical solutions are not an option) but I do not wanna cause him harm. I have heard of freezing spells where you write your targets name and put them in a freezer but obviously my family does not know I am a witch and would ask questions if they found something like that, I am really scratching my brain trying to figure this out and would strongly appreciate a word of advice. Thank you!

It's very difficult to get someone to change an entrenched pattern of behavior, especially when they have no desire to do so.

In fact we know that even if a person does want to change an entrenched behavior, they're motivated to do so, and their reasons for change are important to them, it can still be hard.

So while it might seem that this must be an easy operation because the entire goal can be easily summarized into a single intent ("Man freezes irresponsible spending"), I would argue that it might not be as easy as all that.

I mean I'm sure you would see some change if you did a single spell to bind the entire problem, but those changes might not be as intense as you want, nor very long lasting.

But that doesn't mean there is nothing you can do. Actually this probably dovetails with your other problem (requiring secrecy) nicely, and Venn diagrams you a path forward: you're probably better off doing lots of little things to mitigate harm.

What kinds of changes to behavior might help someone stop irresponsible spending? Here are my ideas:

"Safe" money that's held aside and difficult to easily access

Replacing shopping with another hobby

Encouraging education for financial literacy

Outlining and prioritizing major financial goals

Finding a safe and reasonable outlet: "safe spending" money that can be spent without guilt, just like there is "safe savings" that we don't have to worry will disappear

Setting a household budget

Telling someone to stop spending irresponsibly

I bet those of you with experience breaking difficult habits are rolling your eyes at the last one. But it's that last idea that's basically the same thing as a freezer or binding spell to try and force someone to stop spending.

In fact any one of these things may be ineffective, but if you did all of these things together, real change might occur. And just like telling someone to stop spending is in and of itself a spell intent, so are all the rest:

Protection spells over finances to stop them from being taken and frittered away

Conjuring healthy distractions, hobbies, interests, and friends for someone to give them a new outlet of release

Truth-seeing spells to open someone's eyes to the harm they're causing

Protection spells over not only finances themselves, but also protections laid over family goals and important household goals ("we have to buy all new tires this year," "we want to take a family road trip for Christmas")

Binding a person to spending a smaller amount every time they go on a spree (I'd argue perhaps a much easier goal to accomplish than to stop them cold turkey)

A ritual to call the spirits for help and enforce 'house rules', asking spiritual helpers to reinforce financial safety and limit harmful spending

Binding a person to avoid making irresponsible decisions

When I'm faced with a disease that will require many operations to excise, I follow a general order of operations:

Protections first (lay protections on yourself first, always - even if you don't foresee any particular danger towards yourself. Protect money, protect family members, protect household - it's likely unwise to protect the person who's actions must change, for obvious reasons)

Soothing and enforcing of rules; rallying allies (cleansing as required, placating spirits, setting house rules, resolving conflict in the spirit world)

Calling helpful alternatives and desired futures (conjuring healthy distractions; directly calling desired futures to come to pass)

Actions taken upon the person to try and instill change (truth-seeing spells, bindings, etc).

These things may be easily done without leaving much of a witchy trace, of course depending on how much privacy you have to cast spells and what you have on hand.

Protection spells might be disguised as:

Junk journals (think the written/collage version of a container spell),

Cottagecore decorations (a classic protection jar with herbs and stones),

Doom bags (charm bags that seem to be a collection of random trinkets you acquired and stored away without much thought; the bags can be large and nondescript, although a drawstring is useful)

Artwork (sigils do not need to look like they're from a grimoire, a piece of fanart or a landscape will work if you know how to put power into your art),

Cleaning supplies (enchanted vinegars for wiping down baseboards, enchanted waters to mist on the carpet before vacuuming, vinegars or bits of EO added to the rinse water after mopping, etc).

A very good way to work secret magic is to get a little amigurumi or resin doll or one of those cute toys that are very popular these days. It's even better if you can make one. Make it, and/or consecrate it, to be the thing protected: the little frog can be consecrated as household finances themselves.

Then, in acts of sympathetic magic, you can privately cast protection and blessing spells on the little frog.

Binding spells can be accomplished in very much the same way - you don't have to consecrate the poppet as the person, but you can consecrate it as their harmful spending, and seek to work over things piecemeal.

Making an elaborate figure isn't necessary - it works just fine with paper dolls, too.

Binding is also easily done by knotting threads. Try binding the thing in question and weighing the thread down with stones.

My last word on protections is that if you replace 'protection' with the phrase 'security and stability', you get a lot closer to the purpose of protections in most mundane situations: the protections are not because you think you will be targeted by your dad, but that because if you start trying to make someone change their entrenched behavior, a behavior that could ruin lives and cause homelessness and all sorts of awful things, then you are running a risk of causing greater instability.

The purpose of protections is not because you fear direct harm, but because in your effort to roust this behavior, you risk a family member becoming ungrounded. So everyone else around gets lots of extra security, lots of extra stability, lots of strong and grounded energies.

Then if one person behaves erratically when spending is suddenly limited, hopefully everyone else will be going along just fine, unbothered.

[julietcpulet]

helloo how are you doing? just wanna share my thought about shisui/loulan personally, i don't like her, really, for some reasons firstly, she betrayed maomao by joining hands with her sis to kidnap maomao and yet still appeared to act as if nothing had happened. after all, betrayal is betrayal. and also, i really hate the scene shisui/loulan craved a scar on jinshi's face. well, whether jinshi didn't like his face or not, is his own business. shisui/loulan doesn't have any fcking rights. its ridiculous to hear someone has said it was ok because jinshi didn't like his face. shisui/loulan stated that she scratched him for her mom so if jinshi liked his face, shisui/loulan would still have scratched him. lastly, this one is my personal feelings ya. some fans keep shipping her with maomao and mocking jinshi which piss me off a lot. and that scene, shisui/loulan and maomao touched each other's cheeks and some fans exaggerate it like they just ship them to make it yuri, not for any reasons and they ship every female chars when they had some interactions with others. not every touch is flirtation. not every intense moment is love. just say so, ppl still know maomao and jinshi gonna end up being a couple but maomao deserves better than this clownery. thats fun to see some fans insist that no one could hate shisui/loulan, they make it feel like illegal to dislike her. how do you think about shisui/loulan? i wanna see your opinion, have a nice day!

I’m doing well, thank you! So in instead of taking this whole post to sort of address all your questions related to Shisui I’ve actually addressed them all separately before so I’m going to link to those posts below. Hopefully those posts will give you my thoughts well enough on each part of your ask.

Jinshi’s scar - It did have more to do with than his looks. He accepted granting two requests from her and one happened to be taking the scar on his face. It did work out that it changed his appearance to be more manly which is something that, for him, is good since he doesn’t want to look like the former Emperor. But starting out he did allow her to do it I believe due to sympathy in the moment and related to bearing the burdens of Imperial guilt, hopefully explained more in the post.

Shisui / Loulan as a character - My post on her is more broad and I’ve responded to people here and there which you can see in my asks as well but yes I do see her as less sympathetic than the anime I believe tended to portray her. She was important as one of Maomao’s first friends and navigating the complexities of trusting someone who then goes on to betray you but I think the anime played up her victimhood a bit too much vs where even the character herself in the books understands her own guilt for acting too late or not taking opportunities to trust those around her that could’ve helped her. To me she’s meant to be a grey area where we appreciate her part in Maomao’s journey but don’t need to put her on a pedestal because she did allow some terrible things to happen to her clan.

Maomao and Shisui - Of course I view their relationship as strictly one of friends like in the light novel. The anime I think is where the problem occurred because of the lingering on touches, swelling of music and episodes that stayed on Shisui’s part of the plot long enough to make her feel more heroic and central to Maomao’s story than she was. I agree it’s frustrating to see people downplay Jinshi or be mad at people for not wanting to ship Maomao and Shisui when they’re not canon nor are we meant to ship them.

Hope this helps answer your questions and remeber at the end of the day it’s all fictional. If seeing any Shisui tag or Shimao content is bugging you because you don’t like her character or see shippers of them being rude in the tags then maybe best to block it, even if it’s just not a part of the fandom you’re enjoying. Simply not worth the stress. Thanks for the ask! 😄

[quinnverse]

"Its not how I would like to view it, but it's the most likely outcome for a woman in my situation." Although her tone was nonchalant and she offered a gentle shrug, there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. Belle knew there were good men out there--her best friend and her brother were fine examples--but most of the decent ones seemed to be either out of reach or out of commission. And while Emma seemed perfectly content with the life of a spinster, Belle knew that she would grow lonely and distraught after too long. She may not have the mentality of a traditional wife, but she bore the heart of one.

"Emma's mama--my auntie--she was nearly excommunicated from the family for marrying someone she loved. My own parents love each other now, but it was a result of their betrothal rather than a reason for it." Letting out a sigh, she let her gaze wander across the spines of the books. "I've always hoped for a love match... but I also acknowledge that, tragically, life isn't always like the novels I enjoy reading. Truthfully, I often find myself torn between the practical side of myself and the hopeless romantic side. A constant war between my head and my heart."

"Hmm," Belle chewed at the inside of her cheek as she thought. "Growing grass sounds far more engaging to me. Then again, I've always preferred being outdoors whenever possible, and the smell of paint makes me nauseous. My brother took an interest in painting one summer and it was miserable. I spent nearly the entire season out of doors."

Her expression of serious contemplation melted away and left behind a countenance of amusement at his words.

"If you are trying to wring another compliment out of me, you're chumming the wrong waters. By many societal standards, this trinket is only pretty on the outside." Crossing her arms over her chest, she continued, "Though, I do enjoy proving people wrong."

As the mood in the library shifted, Belle felt her cheeks grow warmer again. Other than the dull ticking of the grandfather clock, all she could hear was her own heartbeat in her ears as time seemed to slow around them.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm very good at keeping secrets." She grinned, gazing up at him from below feathered lashes, hoping he couldn't hear the erratic beating of her heart.

Noticing the growing color in his cheeks, Belle felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew there was a fair chance that she was overthinking it, seeing patterns where none existed, but she liked to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same sort of draw as she did.

"Sourced from your depraved imagination or not, I think that sounds quite enjoyable. Perhaps fate will be on our side and we'll encounter a freak rainstorm during our outings. Or," Belle scrunched her nose as she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "We could always just turn on the sprinklers and call it rain. A garden shed is tantamount to a shack, is it not?"

She knew she ought to bring the night to a close, to make her way back to the party before anyone came looking for her. The drunk couple had been a warning, perhaps. As exciting as it all was, being here was still a risk. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to depart yet.

"Now you've made me curious," her words trailed off as she became emboldened by a spark of bravery. Taking a step towards him, Belle slowly reached out and grazed her fingers against his. Although she yearned to take his hand into her own, she kept her movements gentle and slow, leading her metaphorical steed to the water. "Do you plan all your stories ahead of time, or do you allow some stories to unfold as they happen?"

Benjamin peered her way with a challenging simper, only to immediately lose the smug expression once she spoke of being an heir-producing trinket.

"And is that truly how you view marriage?" he asked, startled. "You think you'll only become some...adornment, rather than a woman free to choose?"

It was a faulty question, he knew. Most women were not fortunate when it came to the marriage mart, but Benjamin knew in his heart that any woman he chose would not merely be a "trinket," as she'd so despairingly claimed. The only problem was, at present, he wasn't in any true position to be giving himself away...

"This library adventure was merely a happy coincidence," she informed him. "Besides, believe it or not, I actually find your company quite enjoyable. Especially compared to the other people in attendance."

Benjamin chuckled, relieved to fall into lighter topics. "Ah. So, it's unusual and questionable to find my presence enjoyable, is it? Though saying I'm pleasant in comparison to the others isn't really saying much...it's almost like comparing drying paint to growing grass. Though I am curious which you'd be more arrested by."

Belle offered a faux pout. "Easy now, Mister Bolton. I said I felt inferior, not that you were superior. There's a very clear distinction."

"Is there?" he challenged, leaning against the bookcase with a grin. "As an alleged 'trinket,' isn't it your job to stroke my pride? I could certainly return the favor..."

Flushing once he realized how...well...untoward that sounded, he moved to backpedal, but Belle was already saying, "I think as long as the receiver of your affections is aware, that's all that matters. What the world thinks is irrelevant in the end. As long as the person I love knows that I love them, and I know that they love me in return, any displays of such affection is merely supplemental."

Benjamin was silent for a long while. Could she truly mean...? Did she actually wish for him to confess...?

"I'm not, of course, entirely opposed to showing my affection in other ways, though."

Train of thought effectively derailed, he gaped at her, nearly stumbling as his weight clipped a loosened book. Quick to catch the tome, he just as clumsily placed it back upon the shelf before righting his stance, flushing a bright red as he deflected, "Affections are...complicated, but yes...I quite agree. Honesty is always the best route, no matter how painful."

He assuredly couldn't talk on this matter. When was the last time he'd been truthful? It certainly wasn't with the young woman standing before him, and heart sinking at the thought, Benjamin forced a smile as her gaze grew decidedly coquettish.

Pulse quickening, he watched as she promised, "Picnics could be arranged quite easily, weather permitting. Secret letters could be managed as well, but I do worry that discussion of it beforehand might ruin the desired effect of the secrecy."

"I won't tell if you won't," Benjamin was quick to reassure, the pink in his cheeks still quite stark.

Belle also approved of his countryside horseback rides, though her curiosity got the better of her as she entreated, "Although, I must admit, now I am awfully curious about what books involve hiding from the rain in a shack. Tell me, are there any scandalous romance novels about secret rendezvouses in libraries? Or friends kissing under mistletoe?"

He laughed, the heat in his cheeks nearly unbearable by this point. "I actually...w-well, I'm afraid that first bit is from my own depraved imagination," he confessed, wincing beneath her gaze. "I'm not saying I'm that untoward, but...it seems like the perfect setting for getting to know someone -- being trapped by a storm, but also able to be bare, vulnerable, and with someone you care about."

Avoiding her gaze, Benjamin grinned as he added, "As for secret rendezvouses and friendly mistletoe kisses, I'm afraid I'm the author of those, as well. But...I have yet to determine their endings." Here, his eyes flicked in between her face and the floor, his hands flexing at his sides.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[starrstruckcanuck]

Been thinking of making a tierlist of my thoughts on all the teams for a while so here it is!! As you can see, I am indifferent to or hate most of the league... 😶‍🌫️🫣 which is why I generally say I'm more of a Canucks fan than a hockey fan lol

[moe-broey]

While the World's Slowest Slowburn makes the most logical sense, between Kiran and Alfonse. In my heart. Moe manages to find a way to get in an overly handsy way too intimate WAY too soon I just got my ass ghosted or perhaps dumped situationship with Alfonse. In a demisexuality and trust issues honoring way. ALL under Moe's assumption, that "Well he's Not gonna get attached to me so It's Fine."

[firebirdsdaughter]

Oh, just…

… Rewatching Nikita again and finally fully understanding in s1 the degree to which Percy really fucking just used Michael and Birkhoff's friendship as a tool/weapon and being filled with murderous rage.

[it-came-autumnally]

Chart of fictional blond* men who have made me go "what is this guy's problem":

*Astute observers might notice that Tartaglia Genshin Impact is not exactly blond. I can't explain how he made his way here while Kristoph Gavin didn't but he's an honorary fictional blond man now I guess

[bunnyboy-juice]

the phrase "be nice to my [friend/lover]" really does so much for me its not even funny

[mymarifae]

dess is the knight. here's why

so, i keep seeing people arguing and being unsure who/what the knight is. lots of people saying that it's carol, or that it's actually none of the holidays and is just connected to them somehow. meanwhile i'm 99.99999999% certain it is in fact DESS. and you know what bumped my certainty levels up from like 75% to that 99.99999999%? gerson.

the dark world was able to use his dust to revive him for a time. he was perfectly himself, and he was in this sort of... limbo state of being a darkner and a lightner. but his funeral rites were followed correctly, minus actually burying his urn. so let's ask ourselves: what happens when the funeral rites aren't followed correctly?

what if they CAN'T be? what if the death is so sudden and horrible and her dust is lost? ... what if a fraction of her dust attaches itself to an object that does not correctly resonate with her soul? what if that's all that you have left of her? this incongruent amalgamation of her-but-not-her? do you throw the object away? no, that's your daughter. your childhood best friend. you're going to cling to the little bit you still have of her and try to bring the rest of her back. let the world end if it must; she's more important.

knight carol immediately falls apart for me for two big reasons, and one is simply that this is not what a lightner would look like in the dark world.

this is a lost, twisted being. this is the other side of the scale gerson was on, of near-simultaneously being a lightner and a darkner.

the other reason i can't buy into knight carol is that the knight was already waiting for susie and kris in the dark world while carol was at home grounding noelle. can the woman teleport? exist in two places at once? no. it's just not her.

anyway, plotholes in knight carol theory aside, there are SO many visual clues that the knight is at least a fraction of dess. if you weren't paying close attention - and good chance you weren't because you had bullets to dodge - you might have interpreted the knight's sword as just a sword. and then later, in noelle's house, you run into carol's katana and it's like, woah wait a SWORD?! that is intentional misdirection. the knight's sword is not a Sword. it's a bat.

here i have a handy and very painstakingly detailed chart just for you

real life + in-game katana vs the knight's "sword" vs real life bats. note the bottom of the knight's sword jutting out in one direction and how the real life black bat does the same thing.

katanas are also not wielded with one hand. the correct posture is with two

now, look how the knight swings her "sword":

if you manage to "win" the fight in chapter three, susie attacks the knight head-on, and chips the sword

and, oh, huh would you look at that-

interesting coincidence. also, the knight turns into a baseball-looking ball multiple times

one more thing. this stained glass window design in the church. it's dess standing below the titan she now shares a body silhouette with

(pardon the shaky outlines i refuse to turn on my tablet right now but hopefully that helps you see what i'm talking about if you couldn't at first)

and this isn't even getting into how dess's song is incorporated into the knight's battle theme. we finally met our girl, guys. it's her

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.

DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.

DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does give consent to "reblog," sharing links to direct work, and being in recommend lists.

Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[hoshigray]

Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”

“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”

You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong… 

Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.

With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.

That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 

Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.

In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.

Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!

How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.

Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.

And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”

“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”

Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??

But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.

The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.

However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.

“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”

Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 

Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 

This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.

So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”

His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.

However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.

“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”

You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 

“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”

You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 

But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“

“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”

With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”

He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”

And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 

“Aww, you two are so cute together~”

You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.

Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.

The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”

“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”

The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”

Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”

“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”

The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.

The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 

“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”

“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”

Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”

“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 

Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“

“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”

And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”

Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”

It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 

It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 

When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 

Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 

Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 

“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 

The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.

You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 

“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”

The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”

“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”

With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 

And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 

“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”

Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 

“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 

“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 

“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”

“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  

Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”

Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 

“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”

You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 

“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 

“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“

“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 

“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“

Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 

After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”

“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”

“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”

Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.

Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 

The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 

“Hey, Y/n.”

Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“

“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”

“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”

“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”

Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”

“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”

“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”

“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”

“Oh, eat horse shit.”

“Croak and die.”

You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.

…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?

Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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