#Aaaah I'm so fucking pumped!

[nyssasblog]

BABE WAKE UP THE WITCH HAT ATELIER TRAILER FINALLY DROPPED

Dear Dungeon Meshi and Frieren fans, buckle up cause you're gonna love this.

[animentality]

heyheyhey idk if u know how cool and important it is to have a badass assassin story with something other than cis gays and have it be Not a Big Deal but,,, it’s literally one of the first legit published books I’ve ever found like it?? And in a genre that I love??? And written well?? And genuinely funny as fuck?? Idk I’ve never seen an enby that gets to exist without it being A Tragic Plot Point or something To Overcome so thank u??? Like so much???? I can’t tell u how much???? I definitely didn’t cry at all about it nope not even once

:DDDDDD omg, my heart started pumping faster when I saw this ask. I am always so giddy when people talk to me about my books, especially the specifics about characters and tone and things they liked!

Yeah, I wanted to include every goddamn color in the pride flag!!

Pansexual/ bisexual assassins, nonbinary demons, a transgender assassin, an unrealistic number of gay and lesbian demon summoners! That's my fantasy world. It's not talked about, because it's simply normal.

Irvine in particular I adore because I am nonbinary myself, but also because they are just so powerful, and they don't even know just how much yet!

I always disliked how many nonbinary characters in fantasy and sci fi are just token "they/them" body guards, robotic or asexual leaning non-humans, or quiet, unassuming love interests who only exist to show a character is pansexual or something.

Irvine was my love letter to my own identity because I thought hey what if there was a nonbinary character who just fucks shit up, every time they appear? What if there was an enby who just kicks ass and is sexily never showing their face, and wears a badass hood all the time?

And then Irvine was born. My little storm demon :)

Also, I don't know if you ever saw the commissioned art, but I will post it in this ask for your viewing pleasure:

so glad you love my child. my baby blorbo.

who i intend to put through the wringer, lemme tell you, because i like to put all my favorite characters through it.

So glad you find it unique too! I honestly was feeling so badly about it, after months of querying and beta swapping, and getting feedback from dozens of people who only found things to criticize as being too strange or too different or stylistically confusing.

I went through a year of being told it wasn't good, and-and I'm a little emotional and overcome with appreciation and gratitude to all the people who not only bought or downloaded the book while it was free, but who also actually read the whole thing, and found it GOOD.

Like people...think i...write well??? oh gosh. oh god.

chills.

The asks I get keep me going through this mundane, dull little world. They give me something to look forward to, in between the doldrums of normalcy...

They also validate me for thinking someone...someone out there must find this good...

Thanks for taking the time to send this ask :))) it means the world to me.

I save them all in my drafts so I can look at them when I'm sad...

Also, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT THE BOOK IS FUNNY.

in between the angst and the action and the blood-filled fist fighting and crazy sniper/melee battles, there is a lot of dark comedy!

I love dark comedy. I love satire.

As much as I love being edgy, I think a story without any humor at all is unbearable.

I want you to hurt with my characters...but you should also laugh with them! Laugh at them! Be amused by their stupidity...or by their cleverness.

Be charmed by their vulnerability, but also their insane, abnormal, bizarre points of view!

AAAAH, I'm so glad you found it funny AND heart-breaking!

That is exactly what I want every story of mine to be.

Thank you thank you thank you for this ask!!

Link to referenced book here, for all the poor spectators who have to see me blubbering like a child.

Please leave a review on Amazon/Goodreads if you haven't already, but if you have, thank you for that too! Every review helps me out so much!

[civilight-eterna]

Hihi! I would like to request tender chenmiya anal. Maybe with anal beads too? Dealer’s choice

predictably, i spent ages on this,

contains: anal, toys, creative tribadism, ongoing consent, overthinking service-top ch'en

...

Ch'en doesn't have much of a strategy. She's been thinking way too hard about it already, even with Amiya's countless reassurances, her promises that she'll tell her to stop if it's just too much for her.

She's done so much research. She's picked out the best-reviewed lubricant, the most forgiving texture of toy for beginners, and what she thought to be-at the time-a modest size.

Looking at the strand of beads now, feeling the weight of them in her hand, she's suddenly doubtful, suddenly very hot in the face imagining them disappearing one by one into Amiya's body-

Fuck. Fuck.

Amiya is reclined patiently on the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, peeking over the top of it at Ch'en curiously.

While her thoughts spiral, Amiya reaches a hand out, gently tugs at Ch'en's sleeve.

"...Ch'en? Um. I was wondering..."

I'm ruining it, Ch'en thinks immediately, an apology ready on her lips, for even suggesting it in the first place, for getting so nervous now at the idea that it could hurt Amiya-

"...Could we maybe...start with your fingers, first?" Her face is beet red behind the pillow.

Ch'en instantly feels her pulse double in speed.

She's so cute.

"Of course-" Ch'en tries to keep her voice level, "-anything you want. Do you have enough pillows? Are you still comfortable like that? How do you want me to...?"

Amiya nods, nestling closer, her hand trailing down to Ch'en's.

"...Like-like this?" Her fingers wrap around Ch'en's and very slowly drag them between her legs, through the exposed slick of her center. She shudders with a quiet whimper as Ch'en's fingers coax downward, pressing experimentally at the ring of muscle lower down. "A-Aah-just, stay close-"

Her voice is so soft, wavering in little puffs of breath against Ch'en's cheek as they nuzzle close together.

Amiya must see how fervently Ch'en is trying to read her expression, because a moment later, she speaks up again-

"-Y-Yeah, like that-mhh."

-and where Ch'en's fingers have moved further down, Amiya's stay just above, tentatively stroking her fingers through her own folds, an occasional catch in her breath pulling her chest tight.

Ch'en is instantly stricken with affection for her, seeing her like this, so free to enjoy herself, so comfortable, so safe-just seeing her so satisfied is reassuring enough.

So she gathers her courage, and waits for the font of Amiya's arousal to trickle down, and slowly sinks a finger inside to the first knuckle.

"A-Aaaah-" Amiya vocalizes immediately, and her body squeezes, tightly, around her finger. Bleary-eyed and over-sensitive, she drops hold of the pillow and paws at Ch'en's jacket until she can grab hold of a lapel instead, and Ch'en can't help herself-she chases those parted, whimpering lips with her own as she stirs her finger, pumps it slowly back and forth. Only when she's absolutely sure that Amiya is used to how it feels does she begin to add a second finger, the stretch a gradual, slow ache around her. She tamps kisses into the side of Amiya's neck, partly so she can tell her more quickly if she needs to stop, partly to let that sin-sweet voice out just a little louder.

"Amiya-" Ch'en hears herself marvel against Amiya's shoulder, panting, "'Miya..." She murmurs again, completely listless with devotion to her task and fuzzy behind the eyes with how cute she sounds when Ch'en parts her fingers inside, lets the tension in her body close them again.

They never get enough time together. It's hard enough keeping their relationship a secret, and combined with the fact that they're two of the busiest people on the ship at any given time, it leaves very little time for them to relieve any stress the way they'd like to.

It's most certainly why Ch'en feels the additional pressure to make it so good for her. Since she wanted to try something that deviated from the norm of how they spend their precious downtime, she knows she'll feel so much worse if it's painful or uncomfortable for Amiya.

"Ch-Ch'en..." Amiya moans in that particular tone of voice, the one that's bliss wrapped around a warning.

"-Go ahead-" Ch'en breathes out, anchoring the heel of her hand against Amiya's pelvis as she keeps her fingers moving, "-Just like that. Keep going, don't stop, it's okay-" She can feel Amiya's voice buried against her hair as she hugs close, rising in pitch and desperation, "-I've got you. I've got you-" She repeats, coaching her through it, knowing she always responds well to direct instructions, something where she can just turn her brain off for once and do what she's told, freefall for Ch'en to catch her, "-Let it go. Now."

Where Amiya had been suppressing her voice before, it comes out in a sudden, gasping cry, her whole body crumpling against Ch'en like she's her only lifeline. She's soaked, dripping down over Ch'en's fingers, legs trembling so badly that she can't close them through all the spasms.

It's getting easier for Ch'en like this, too-to slip back into a slight, authoritative edge, to let Amiya's tell-and-do attitude foil to her. She rewards her with heaps of praise and long, lingering kisses, parting from her only to unstop the bottle of lube and absolutely flood the toy with it, coating each and every gradually-larger silicone bead. She warms some between her hands and slides it against Amiya for good measure, opening her up again with her fingers, letting it flow inside, stirring it into her.

It looks so obscene, watching the lube soak into her while she whimpers with pliant curiosity. She looks so debauched, so innocently radiant with earthly satisfaction, eyes following Ch'en's every move with equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

Even if Amiya can't bring herself to say it outright, Ch'en will give her everything she wants, without exception.

With everything prepared, Ch'en sidles close beside her again, gently turning her to her stomach, taking her time to kiss her way down Amiya's spine before shifting back to poise the small end of the toy between her legs, prodding it against her well-lubricated entrance.

"It's going to feel different than my fingers," She warns, "but this first one is about as wide."

"Mmhm..." Amiya nods against the sheets, and Ch'en begins to push.

It slips inside much more quickly than she expected, and she waits as Amiya gasps, then settles down, before adding another.

She's quiet until the fourth one pushes against her, and then lets out another crumbled cry of shock.

It's noticeable, by now, that the widening silicone is stretching her to her limits. Ch'en gets the bead to the widest point-and waits, holding it there, letting the stretch linger. Amiya trembles against the bed, knuckles white as she grips the sheets.

Finally, she sends her hips back, slowly, on her own, until the bead slips all the way inside.

"I-Is that, all of them...?"

Pity cools the ardor in Ch'en's chest somewhat-she sounds almost hopeful.

"...There's one more. But don't push yourself. You don't have to have them all-" She leans close and kisses her shoulder, tender and wanting of nothing, "-you never, ever have to do anything that hurts you or worries you, and we can always stop right away if you need to rest-whether that's just for a little, or the rest of the night-whatever you need."

"...Mmhm." Amiya's back is slightly damp with perspiration, her hair blotting to her cheeks. She absorbs the information thoughtfully, then fixes Ch'en with a deep, careful look.

"...I think I can do it. I...I really want to try."

Ch'en can't hide the surprise on her face, because Amiya immediately adds another reassurance.

"I, I promise, I'll tell you-if I need to stop..."

"...Alright. As long as you know your limits."

"Mmhm."

Ch'en unstops the lube once more, coating the last bead liberally.

It's just shy of being twice as large as the second bead was.

She gets it right against the ring of muscle, and Amiya lets out a shaky, deep breath, relaxing her body, letting it in with just a wince of surprise as it sinks in, as the flared handle is all that's left outside of her.

"A-Aah..." She starts squirming, drooling against the sheets, "...Ch-Ch'en...it's, s-so full-"

Her voice is strained, but all Ch'en can hear over again in her head is that last word, and she thinks she might go crazy.

"You're all full." Ch'en crawls over top of her and lowers against her, lining her hips up with the back of the toy so it has nowhere to go. "What do you want me to do about it, Amiya?" She asks sincerely, her heart full to bursting with devotion.

"S-Stay! R-Right there-please-!"

Ch'en's heart slams in her chest against Amiya's back, and she threads the fingers of both of their hands together, lays her full weight on her so she can struggle through it, so she can indulge just that little bit more in the feeling of knowing Ch'en will make her finish again, that she's not going to stop grinding against Amiya until she can't stop cumming.

She's so cute when she begs that it's an outrage. Ch'en grits her teeth and anchors herself hard against the back of Amiya's thighs, and the sounds that come out of her stuffed rabbit can only make her imagine how good the toy feels squirming inside of her.

Amiya calls out for her again. She's so close, so desperate to finish off-

Ch'en can't help herself either. It's too good, too much, and Amiya's voice is melting in her ears. Amiya tries to arch up from beneath Ch'en with a breathless wail, and Ch'en pins her down, latches onto her neck with her teeth, squeezes hard enough to bruise as she rocks her hips tight against her legs, her thighs, and collapses into climax right there with her.

They lay there, silent save for the panting and whimpering mess they've made of each other, and Ch'en forces strength into her arms to help Amiya onto her side, slowly easing the toy out of her bead by bead. It comes out utterly drenched with lube, and the remaining lube that Ch'en had primed Amiya with leaks out of her obscenely.

"Ch...Ch'en..." Amiya can barely move, but she still snuggles into Ch'en's arms once she's turned around again, like a blind, newborn animal. She's breathless, glowing, even with her eyes half-shut; it feels like Ch'en is looking into the sun.

She hoards Amiya close. Amiya's empathy trails into her like drops of rain coalescing on glass, cooling and suffusive.

"Ch'en...I'm so sleepy...It's like I'm going to float away..."

She presses a kiss into the crown of Amiya's head, crimped with the slightest of exhausted smiles.

"Not until we take the longest warm soak together tomorrow morning."

[lesbianbookworld]

aaaah we got the heartstopper s2 trailer!!!!!!!!!!asdfghjk i seriously need the whole thing rn

and the fact that they included the scene where darcy walks in on nick and charlie and says 'oh your being gay, good job carry on' i just wanna scream out of joy like i'm so fucking excited and have been waiting for the longest time ever. the wait is even more agonizing in the week leading up to its release bc we're so close to getting s2 yet it just feels like such a long wait

i cannot even come close to explaining the joy i feel into words. heartstopper just holds such a special place in my heart both the books and the tv show but especially the tv show as it was the first queer movie/tv shows that i'd heard of with a target audience towards teens. so yeah all that to say i'm super pumped for s2 of heartstopper

[milkingmymilkman]

*The TV clips to another video. I'm tied up with a vibrator inside my cunt and I'm sucking off a dildo*

*"Aaaah~" *I slurp and gag on the fake cock*

*"mmhmm~" Slick runs down my legs as I rub my thighs for more friction*

*"So good~"*

*Francis gasps*

mn,, fuck..

*He pumps faster with a little whine, not daring take his eyes off the screen, intent on watching Nadia*

[erisenyo]

Hi again!! Where do I even start with this masterpiece? I read it twice and I'm sure I'll read it several more times, but I thought I'd send my adoration before then!!! The first scene with Sokka finding the apartment packed up except for the stuffed animals was devastating. Then the switch to Zuko sweetly taking care of Sokka on the anniversary hit me like a brick to the face. KNOWING him well enough to be able to help without making it worse or forcing him to pretend to be okay!!!! The dedication to research, plan out, and pay for trips for Sokka EVERY time that date comes around. Zuko just loves him so so so much, even before he knew he felt that way!!!

I cannot BELIEVE you wrote 'I couldn’t remember whose was whose. But I figured you would know if you want to take a stab at separating them. –Z'  It's like you decided "what's the worst way I can hurt Sokka right now?" and just did it. You can't SEPARATE THEM!!!! Sokka and I had the same reaction. I'd turn around and curl into a ball too! God. Even trying to imagine how future anniversaries for Sokka would go without Zuko around. Like obviously Zuko would try to be there, but what if he couldn't be???? I'm!!!!! Sokka's panic attack was so valid. That is the WORST TIMELINE. I refuse it with my whole heart. Thank you for writing happy endings!!!!! Oh fuck, and knowing that the countdown is the last one? Like now instead of it being unbearable, I kept smiling whenever I saw them and thinking "when is he going to BREAK?😈" When is the moment he finally stops pretending to be okay? Will he wait till all the time is gone?? Is he going to let Zuko get to Boston before he goes tearing through an unfamiliar city to make his feelings known?! Does the pain of separation outweigh the guilt of making his love a burden on Zuko??? God!!! The possibilities of it all!! "feeling like the one thing he suddenly wants from Zuko is the only thing he could never ask him for." AAAAH!!!! The way you phrased this? So similar to the way Zuko thinks about Sokka? The fucking anguish of knowing "it's selfish to want more, but it doesn't stop the WANTING" is a constant background thought for both of them and I love it!!!!

Also, Sokka turning to fixing things to feel better? I love the way you made him try to convince himself working would be enough to fix everything. Ooooooh and the break down with Katara! Finally letting out the grief he's been holding in for months. The bit about him realizing Zuko purposely didn't pick a school nearby and he KNOWS it!!! OUCH. That hurt MY feelings. And the REALIZATION of wanting to try!!!!!!!! I'm gonna start acting UP. HE KNOWS HE KNOWS HE KNOWS!!!!!! Wake up call dumbass, you're in love with your best friend!!!! The fragile hope building as he makes his way home!!!! I had to put down my phone and do a couple excited fist pumps into the air!!!!! The build up was electric!!!! I was so curious how it was gonna go down!!!!

Whuejsbeudjdb!!! I'm!!!!! You don't understand!!!!! The part where they both ask the other not to leave?!

"Hey, what if—”

“I don’t want you to go,” Sokka blurts.

“—you came with me."

Zuko breaking down and deciding he can't actually survive without Sokka, even though he KNOWS it'll hurt. Sokka FINALLY telling Zuko what he's wanted to blurt out for months. To try! LIKE? How are we supposed to deal with this scene???? My whole heart is melting!!!! Sokka looking for jobs without letting himself think about it, was such a cute detail. Showing us how even though Sokka didn't KNOW how he felt, he still knew what he WANTED.

"Because I—I don’t want to stop being with you,” Sokka says, the words stumbling off his tongue, all out of order from what he planned but coming out anyway. “I don’t want you to go."

Just right to the heart of it all!! Don't go, don't leave! But if you have to, bring me with you. Let me follow you, and I will. This is genuinely all I want from every romance I ever read. I can't with this scene. I am sighing wistfully and smiling like an idiot!💘💝

“What if one bedroom sounds good?”  

Sokka's stumbling love confession is so sweet. He didn't even need to say it!!! As always, Zuko KNOWS him!!!! And Zuko being so so scared to hope!!! To finally stop pushing away those types of thoughts, because now they're not just wishful thinking. I'd need at least a couple hours for a love declaration like that to sink in. Fantasy finally meeting reality and just trying to will it to be REAL this time. "I've been in love with you for years." I'm making high pitched squeaky noises, THIS makes up for the last chapter of pain!!! Finally finally finally!!!! Get your mans Zuko!!!!!!

I'm just gonna briefly mention a couple parts I LOVED because most of it is NSFW and you already know how good the spicy parts are lol. “You—I’m so happy.” This was so nice to see written!!! I feel like writers always show characters' happiness and relief with action or internal thoughts,which is great of course! But in a situation like this why wouldn't you express how happy you are???? Why wouldn't someone declaring their love for you make you wanna start giggling and shouting how overjoyed you are that THEY LOVE YOU?! It just feels more realistic.

All the parts where they're being competitive and teasing each other??? So fucking cute. Like "Haha you're in love with me and want to get in my pants!" Babes. You both feel like that lol. I'm snort laughing at the stupid naked race to find supplies. They are so dumb, I love them so much. I can't with Zuko finding Sokka's sock strip tease sexy. He's so gone for him. Lmao the constant breaks to bicker!!! And the part where Sokka realizes why he liked wrestling with Zuko all the time!!!!! These guys are literally perfect for each other, no one else was gonna be able to match their level of being so aggressively in love.

TWENTY MINUTES SINCE THE BEGINNING!!!!!! So satisfying to read!!! I'm metaphorically kicking my feet and doodling little hearts around the changed bolded letters!!!!

Sokka refusing to part from Zuko afterwards was honey sweet!! The contrast of years of longing to touch and now being allowed to!

“With my whole heart, I love you,” Sokka says again, jaw setting with determination. “And I might just be saying it now, but I’ve been feeling it for longer than I could probably even tell you. And I can’t imagine anything better than getting to love you. I want to show you how much I love you every single day.” ouuuuch! To someone who's been hurt like Zuko, someone who was rarely told how much others loved him? Hearing that his FAVORITE person believes loving Zuko is a privilege would be a religious experience. The ending showing us a glimpse of their future where Zuko and Sokka are going to be in Boston together! And still getting roasted by their friends because of how long they took to realize they wanted to date lol! Such a comforting parting scene to tie it all together with a neat little bow. I know I keep saying it, but it was just such a satisfying chapter. Made me giggle ridiculously and sqeaul in an ungodly manner lol. Can't wait to reread all of it from the beginning and pick up on even more of the little details you sprinkled in!! This was so entertaining and you're such a talented writer!!!!! 💞💖💗Thank you so much!!!!! I loved every second!!!! Have a wonderful day! You deserve the very best.💕💘💌

Hello again! First off, I'm so blown away that you already read it twice by the time it had been up for like 24 hours, and so thrilled that you enjoyed it that much!! And that the opening scene was just as devastating as I had hoped, especially in juxtaposition to the softness of Zuko caring for him! It puts such a smile on my face that you can see the way Zuko loved him and showed it in actions way before he ever had the words.

And yes that was...definitely a deliberate knife to the heart line (and whooo that it landed). Zuko just shutting down and trying to get through the end and Sokka all at once realizing how impossible that is for him. Something had to push him to actually acknowledge all that stuff he's been shoving down and ignoring, right? Something like staring down the Worst Timeline haha.

I am THRILLED that you could keep the happy ending in mind though, and that it added so much to the suspense of the countdowns! I love all the 'when is he going to *break*' energy and all the possibilities that were popping into your head. And that you could see the similarity of their particular flavors of self-sacrificing pining has me doing a little happy dance. They really are made for each other :P

On Sokka trying to fix things, I love that you could see that coping mechanism so clearly, and the way it completely fell apart the minute Katara poked at it and all that repressed grief and upset came pouring out. Poor guy, he just wants to know what he did wrong so he can fix it and make Zuko stay, and that Zuko never gave him the opportunity...But then the realization, yes! Finally knowing! (Katara being gobsmacked that he didn't *already* know and was just ignoring it lol, dumbass indeed) The building tentative hope!

I LOVE that it felt so electric that you were celebrating it, and then that the actual scene delivered so well for you!! Heart melting anticipation is exactly what I was hoping for haha, and all of Sokka's actions over the past few months suddenly becoming so much more clear to himself! (His subconscious is out there planning their whole life together while his active mind is dallying in best buds land haha) I'm so happy all the emotions of their confessions and the beats of it delivered on the romance and the depth of their feeling after all the angst buildup, wistful sighing and smiling truly is all I could ask for!!

And I've got such a smile on *my* face again that you could see so clearly through Sokka's POV the ways Zuko is afraid to let himself hope and actually feel those feelings and think those thoughts and risk believing it's true when it would hurt so much to be wrong. But then him accepting it and making his own (much more concise lol) declaration--I'm so thrilled that it felt so worth all the angst in the prior chapters and so well earned!

Also wonderful to hear that the NSFW delivered so much too lol, but also all the emotional beats woven in it! And especially that you liked them expressing themselves so freely now that they don't have to hold back anymore and leaving all that hesitation and repression behind. Because YES to a love declaration making you want to giggle and shout and dance with joy! You get it :)

I'm so happy you enjoyed all their competitiveness and teasing sliding right into a romantic dynamic, too! "You're in love with me and want to get in my pants, looser" is exactly the vibe haha, and I love that the comedy of it all came through so well without destroying the mood! Comfortable enough to be silly and dumb with each other is such a fun place to be, and aggressively in love is exactly what they are (and as for no one else being able to match it...see Zuko's two past partners and them very much being aware haha).

TWENTY MINUTES SINCE THE BEGINNING!!!!!! -> I am DELIGHTED that this was as satisfying to read as I hoped it would be away, and just their clinginess and sweetness after in general. I love that contrast you draw between them holding tight to each other now vs all that time spent longing to touch in a way they didn't feel able to! And also the way you frame the power for Zuko if hearing his favorite person viewing loving him as a privilege. I think you're spot on that it would be deeply powerful for him and I love the extra weight and significance that brings Sokka's words.

And then the turn toward the future, in which they will absolutely get roasted for the rest of their lives by probably everyone who knows them because *how* did they not know, it was so obvious haha. I'm truly over the moon that as a closing scene it felt so comforting about all the emotional highs and lows and that it tied things together so neatly for you! Endings are hard, especially after all that buildup, so it's really made my day whenever I've come back to read this how much you enjoyed this one :) And that you're already planning to reread and look for even more details sprinkled in! Truly I could not ask for more, I'm practically swooning haha

Thank you so much for reading and for these amazing asks, anon, they've been so wonderful!!

[slightly-knot-insane]

a/n: @gooseyhouse WHY HAST THOU LEFT THIS IN THE REPLIES (long time ago though, I just forgot about it lol) content: periods, p in v, warm dragon cock and cockwarming lol

[ m!dragon x human!reader ]

You're on your period and your cramps are just awful this month. Your dragon boyfriend knows that, of course. He rarely forgets anything, especially important information about his mate.

He activates acids that raise the temperature in his bowels and eats several kilos of coal. Soon, strong fire is burning in his stomach, lighting up his blood too. Coal causes mild gastritis, but that's okay - as long as he can help you.

He lies behind you, his huge form spooning you. He is more warm than usual and his heat releases all the tension in your back muscles. Humming with pleasure you take his tail and hug it like a pillow. It feels so good.

Sensing how pleased you are and how, truth be told, the smell of your blood has special aroma, your dragon boyfriend slowly descends into some more primal state. He starts growling and grinding against you. "Can I offer you something even hotter than my tail?"he asks while licking the back of your neck.

You giggle and accept, and his tail glides between your thighs, bumps rubbing your sweet spot even through your pad. He hooks his claw against your underwear and pulls them down. "What are you doing? I'll make a mess."

"Mess?", he snarls. "Your period blood isn't a mess. It must feel better without those artificial things rubbing against you. Let me help you."

And then he pushes his big, swollen and very warm cock between your legs. You immediately get embarrassed once you see your blood smeared all over his length. He notices your discomfort and kisses you. "Beautiful," he purrs into your ear and bites your neck lightly. His veiny cock slowly slides against your plump thighs. You squeeze your legs around his girth. The warmth spreads all over your body and your cramps subside. And something else starts growing inside your cunt...

"Stop panting so loudly or I'll cum while humping you like a barely matured dragonling."

"I wouldn't mind doing more than just humping..." Before you even finish the sentence, your dragon boyfriend shifts and positions his massive cock against your entrance. His shallow and hot breaths immediately make you sweat, and his excited growling vibrates straight to your core. He easily pushes his thick tip between your folds, lubricated by your arousal and blood, and easily enters. The heat radiates from his skin and your flesh melts. Cramps are now barely noticeable throbbing.

"Fuck... My sweet mate... My sweet human..." His hips jerk behind you while his hand plays with your tender tits, pinching your nipples. Not being able to form a coherent thought, you just moan and mewl as his phallus rubs against your inner flesh. A knot of bliss aches between your legs and he finds your clit and mercilessly rubs it. While you scream from pleasure, he whispers "Give it to me... Scream as loud as you can..." He doesn't stop rubbing until it becomes painful. "More... Give me more... I'm not finished..." He changes the rhythm of his thrusts and he places his tail instead of his thumb, forcing two more orgasms out of you.

"My precious human... Fuck... Your pussy feels so good clenching around me... Fuck aaaah..." His hips smash against your ass and his balls twitch as they pump his seed into you. His thick semen is almost too hot for your body, but it doesn't harm you. To the contrary - the liquid fills you to the brim, making your stomach bulge, and there are no more painful cramps left in your body.

Your dragon lover licks your clammy forehead and shoulders, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. He doesn't pull out, but keeps his cock inside you, keeping you warm and content until you both fall asleep.

Dragon boyfriends that have fire in their bodies and also make sure their cocks get some of that heat. Cock warming - but who is warming whom?

[emerald-might]

Truth or Dare - Izuku

Truth: Izuku tells Francine & Helga which set of lingerie he likes on the both of them individually.

Dare: Izuku must fuck Francine and/or Helga during a training session at U.A without getting caught.

@ask-poke-sluts

"Helga, I need to go," Izuku groaned as he needed to go to the briefing on a practiced rescue mission. He couldn't be late, yet Helga was currently sucking him off hungrily. Slow sensual slurps coming from her. He knew she would want more, curse his undecive nature for the lingerie, he had to go with this dare. Francine wasn't around yet. He figured Helga was stalling for her.

He couldn't wait he had to go now. To put Helga out of commission, he activated just three percent of his quirk. Helga froze as she never saw this before.

"That's his quirk... wait, did he get big- GLLK!"

Helga's head was grabbed by Izuku and his cock rammed down her throat like a jackhammer. The green clad hero had never been this rough with her, using her like a toy, and she was sobbing wet for it. Her eyes rolled up as the hero was fucking her brains out, and all she was able to see was white as she was given his hefty load. She gagged, probably the first time in forever, as large pumps of cum poured down her throat and into her stomach. Her pussy gushing as she came several times, she had lost count as this was so good!

Izuku soon turned his quirk off, being spent before pulling out of Helga's mouth that still had leftover cum inside. He would clean himself and dash off for the briefing. Helga, left twitching and in a dazed. She would no doubt want to do another field test of that quirk.

Izuku had made it in time. No one is the wiser of what kept him busy. Their mission for the exercise was a search and rescue, a civilian caught under crumbling debrie. The building was unstabled, and they needed to find their civilian. Little did they know it was Francine who vaulenteered. When the mission began, Francine would actively avoid the other heroes, hiding until she found her prize.

"Help! Someone help me!" Francine, using her acting skills, acted like a damsel. This caused Izuku's hero instincts to kick in as he rushed in, only to see Francine, naked and smiling at him with a wave.

"Francine?" Izuku was surprised but worried.

"You don't know me, hero. Play your role," Francine told him, making the boy remember this was training.

"Right. Are you hurt, ma'am?" Izuku asked.

"I'm really cold, I got soaked in water and had to remove my clothes," Francine said, hugging Izuku. It was true she was wet, but she was far from cold. "Please, I need warmth."

"Don't worry, we'll get you ou- ah!" Izuku gasped as Francine put her whole weight onto him, blocking his vision with her breasts. He did feel cold hair down south, as Francine pulled his pants down and freed his cock. She would mount over him, hot dogging his cock and stroking it to get him hard. "Francine, wait- aaaah!"

Francine had inserted him into her tight pussy as she began to ride him with slow sensual bounce, enjoying herself. "Mmmh! You're warming me up so nicely! Oh, hero of mine!~" she moaned out, the wet claps of their hips echoing. "My body yearns for you. Have your reward for saving me~"

"Do you hear that?" Ochako's voice was heard, prompting the two to stop.

Izuku managed to get an arm free as the others were coming. "Sorry, Francine!" Izuku exclaimed as he would use Blackwhip on her.

"Is everything alright?" Shoto asked, the others coming around the corner to see Izuku fully dressed with Francine strapped to his back with Blackwhip restraining her. Legs spread and curves being squeezed.

"I got it, everyone. I found the civilian, but she is injured and needs to be carried," Izuku lied, but Francine played along. She would wave at them, despite her nether regions being soaked.

When they all escorted Francine out, it was time for Plan B. Francine had connections and learned of a certain Zoroark that Izuku ran into. At one point, everyone wasn't looking at Izuku and Francine, or noticed them.

"Don't touch them, or the illusion will fade," Francine said, as their fakes took their place. "I called in a friend in case we couldn't get privacy. Though, I do owe her for later," Francine explained before winking at Izuku. "Can we continue now?"

Izuku gulped but decided to give Francine what she wanted. She was considerate of his job as a hero, it was the least he could do. "Let's try something different."

"Oh?"

Using Blackwhip, Izuku was having Francine slide up and down his cock like she weighed nothing. She would slide forward and back as Izuku stood up, giving Francine the sensation of being used like a cocksleeve until she was finally brought to a climax.

Francine was in so much of a dazed that she was giving bables, mindless words fueled by lust.

"Yes! Yes! Oooh I'm cumming! Fuck me! Give me your cum! AAAAAAHH!"

Dare complete.

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 1

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, smuttt

Tags: strong dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, name calling (slut is used a lot), deepthroat, body writing, toys and more~~

Raiting: +18 (more like 21+ 🤪)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Apparantly, the new intern has a crush on you. And it's making your boyfriend Baekhyun jealous... Very jealous...

A/N: First chapter💃!! I’m excited to show you this project! Never hesitate to give me feedback my asks are always open and seeing your reactions make me SO happy💖! I hope you’ll enjoy!! -Cat😽

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Paraphilia #1 : SADISM, Inflicting pain to others.

W R O N G   F E E L S  R I G H T

"Aaaah" you say as you feel the hot tea on your tongue. It's jasmine green tea, your favorite. You sit there in the dining room enjoying the warm sun of the afternoon. It's so relaxing, so nice after a stressful week of work. The new intern is very nice, but god is he a handful. He's just always full of energy but at least he is willing and wants to learn properly. But forming him is quite tiring. So enjoying this quiet time here is nice.

"Babe can you come over here?" you hear the voice of your boyfriend resonate from upstairs. You sigh and frown, annoyed. But you still decide to go see him.

He's in his office, probably playing the piano or practicing his singing skills. He was in there since early morning. You never questioned his wacky sleep schedule. Like he always says: "inspiration doesn't wait". You knew that from the beginning... He's an artist.

You push open the door and he's there on his computer frowning. What's wrong? You ask yourself as you pick up right away that something is off. You walk closer and see he's on your Facebook profile.

"Who's that?" he asks without a glance to you, pointing a finger to the picture of a recently added friend.

"It's Taeyong the new intern, I told you about him" you say in a chuckle. So that's what's wrong with him. He's jealous, you think smiling.

"How do you find him?" he still doesn't look at you.

"Huh? I mean he is pretty smart which makes things easier, but overall, he has a lot to learn it's only normal when you are fresh out of school. I mean when I started, I-" but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"I don't mean it like this! Do you think he’s... attractive?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculous question. Finally, Baekhyun looks at you but it's only to shoot you a death glare. You stop and bite your lips trying not to laugh again.

"I mean... Of course I can't say he's ugly but I-" Before you can continue your boyfriend rips the black bob off his head and throws it on the desk. He immediately brushes back his blond hair, running his fingers through it. You flinch. Shit, he's actually upset about this.

"What about this?" he switches to another tab on the computer. This time it's your Instagram page. He clicks on the most recent post. It's a selfie you posted last week when you went out with Baekhyun, you liked your makeup that day and thought it was instagramable.

"What about it?" You genuinely ask. Your boyfriend sighs, frustrated.

"TYdragon95, is it his username?" Baekhyun asks, his tone has changed from cold to angered, you swiftly look at him, he's clenching his jaw.

"Yes I suppose so, he was born in 1995, so yeah probably..."

"Yeah of course it's him... he liked every single one of your pictures..."

Baekhyun proceeds to scroll to the other photos and it's true. His username is under every single one of them.

"Well, no, he didn't like the pictures where we are together..." he says in a cynical tone. You stand there next to him, silent, what could you possibly reply? Baekhyun chuckles coldly.

"He's probably, right now imagining you under him, his hand in his pants..." he whistles between greeted teeth. You laugh nervously.

"Hyunie, don't be stupid... he's just a guy I work with" you say fidgeting with your fingers. You know this mood. You know how angry your boyfriend can get.

"Really? Huh?" Baekhyun says, finally getting up from his chair. He stands right in front of you, only a couple centimeters (1in) separate the both of you. You are intimidated. He's so much taller than you...

"Baekhyun, please" you say in a pleading tone while taking a step back. Baekhyun steps closer.

"Baby girl do you like him?" he says in a low husky voice, sending shivers down your spine. Once again, you step back and he steps closer. You step back again, and he follows you, making you backup against the cold wall of his office, almost falling on the drums on your left.

"Baekhyun don't be ridiculous... I-"

"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!" he yells throwing his palm on the wall next to your face. Your breath is hitching your throat.

"No Babe! Of course, not. I only love you" you say your voice trembling.

"Is this true?" his tone is somewhat softer. He leans in, inching his face close to yours.

"Yes..." you say softly, almost whispering.

"Maybe I have to remind you who you belong to"

You feel goosebumps in the nape of your neck. You know exactly what he means...

"Go in the room and wait for me there" with that he removes his hand and you quickly leave the room without daring looking at him. Without any detours you go straight to your room and sit on the king-sized bed.

You feel a familiar tingly feeling rise in your lower stomach. You don't even have time to think that your hand travels on its own to your crotch. As soon as your fingers press on your core the door slams open.

Baekhyun chuckles coldly, looking you up and down.

"You little slut you couldn't even wait for me, could you?" he walks quickly to you and yanks hard on your arm to make you stand. You wince in pain.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry daddy." You whimper. Suddenly he flips you over and makes you lay over his lap with your butt up. Without much consideration he roughly pulls up your t-shirt dress. His hand rests delicately over your clothed bottom as you are still wearing your baby blue laced panties. Gently, he strokes your butt cheeks with his thumb.

"Baby girl, you need a little reminder that you belong to daddy and daddy only. So, I have to punish you, you understand that, right?" he says as he slowly pulls down your lace panties. You simply nod quietly.

"So, baby girl I'm going to spank you 15 times and you will say thank you to each one of them. Understood?"

"Yes daddy" you say, already bracing for impact.

You feel his cold hand lift up from your skin. Then you hear the loud noise. Full force spanking your tiny ass. Lastly, you feel the pain, make you scream at the very first strike. It just started but already you feel the tingly feeling in your lower stomach grow.

"I didn't hear you baby"

"Thank you, daddy." You whimper.

"Good girl" Right away he spanks you again. You scream again, already your butt is burning. You can't help but to moan in between each scream. You feel each nerve of your sensitive skin.

"Thank you, daddy"

Baekhyun spanks again until he reaches 15. Your ass is raw,  the pain feels so good, you bite your bottom lip trying to refrain from begging him to fuck you right now. Because you know daddy doesn't like being told what to do, especially when he's angry.

He puts you back up and makes you sit up on the bed. He stands in front of you as he unbuckles his belt.

"Now you're gonna suck daddy off, to make up to him" right there he rips out his fat cock in front of your very eyes. You can't help but gasp and the beautiful sight. He was so hard, precum pearling at the tip. It made your mouth water in anticipation.

You look at him with hungry eyes and just nod while opening wide. Baekhyun smirks.

"Good girl" he says, pinching your nose and slowly pushing himself inside your tiny mouth. He doesn't stop at the first resistance, instead he pushes harder, making his way past the back of your throat. You feel the burn with each inch as he grunts loudly. You can't breathe anymore, not through your nose and certainly not through your mouth.

Without a warning Baekhyun starts to rapidly pump himself in and out of your mouth making your eyes water. You feel tears roll down your cheeks as you try to gasp for air. Baekhyun doesn't stop and skull fucks you even deeper, tearing your throat apart. You try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He just moans louder using your face as his personal fuck toy.

Finally, he pulls out allowing you to breathe. You loudly gasp for air. Coughing, you look up at your boyfriend. He still looks pissed.

"Fuck babe, that little slut mouth of yours is fitted for my cock, isn't it?" he says trying to catch his breath pushing his blond hair back. You cough still trying to pull yourself together.

Without warning, Baekhyun leans in and his  hands reach for the collar of your dress with one powerful and swift move he rips it off your body leaving you in your baby blue lace bra only.

"Take that off for me" he says pointing at the bra as he passes his oversized hoodie over his head. You look in awe at the muscles of his back and abs moving to mesmerize you. He looks so good, he's lightly sweating from pleasuring himself with your mouth. He's stark naked in front of you, you gulp loudly, anticipating but also fearing what's to come.

"Lay there" he commands pointing a finger to the bed, you do as you're told and lay with your arms resting to your sides. Baekhyun then gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the fourth drawer. You know what he stores in this drawer, you squirm in apprehension.

When he turns back to you, he's holding a red marker and two, no, three nipple clamps.

"Baby girl, you know you've been bad, right?" You look at him with scared eyes but nod. He sits next to you.

"This one is for allowing another man to think about you" he says as he clips the clamp on one of your nipples. You bite your lip at the delicious pinching sensation.

"This one is for daring to even say his name in front of me" he places the second clamp on your other nipple. You gasp. It feels so good, your watery eyes fill up with tears again.

"And this one is for reminding you who owns you" he places the last one on your untouched but very anticipating clit. This time you can't help but to scream and grip the sheets as the pain spreads through your core. Baekhyun looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.

"Hmmm baby, you look so pathetic squirming like that." He leans over you. "Does it hurt, baby?" he purrs as a cold smile spreads on his lips. You looked up at him, pouting and eyebrows knitted together and nod.

"Baby girl, it's only fair for you to be treated this way because you were very bad you understand, right?"

You nod, the tears finally streaming down your face. Baekhyun smiles in satisfaction again, he loves to see you in this state, wrapped around his fingers. He controls you, he owns you. 

Then, he takes the red sharpie out. He takes off the cap and writes on your body, first right under your collarbones, then on your lower stomach and finally on your face.

"Go ahead and get up to go see how beautiful you look."

You get up and wince in pain again as the gravity pulls on the clamps. You walk up to the full length mirror. Baekhyun wrote "cocksleeve" across your chest,  "my cunt" right over your pussy and finally "daddy's slut" on each of your cheeks.

"Aren't you pretty?" You turn back to him. 

"Yes, thank you daddy" you meekly answer.

You want to walk back to him, but he puts his hand up and stops you.

"Not so fast, baby girl. The punishment isn't over yet. You are not allowed to walk back to me... Get on all fours and crawl to me like the bitch that you are"

You feel the humiliation rush to your cheeks and spread to your body. But you obey anyway, you do as you're told. Your knees against the cold hard wood you approach your sadistic boyfriend.

"Good girl, now. Crouch and tell daddy how sorry you are" You feel the tears well up again.

"Daddy..." you start with your voice trembling, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry. I will never upset you again." 

Silence follows, you lift your head to look up at him and without a warning he slaps you across the face, almost making you fall. You rub your cheek.

"Gotta have to do better than that" he replies with the harshest tone. Now you are just sobbing.

"This little slut is sorry daddy. She doesn't deserve a daddy as perfect as you. I am nothing more than your personal fuck toy and a mere toy should only serve her daddy and no other men should be allowed to lay eyes on it. Daddy I'm sorry for being a dirty whore I will make it up to you I promise."

Baekhyun chuckles, visibly satisfied to see you dragging yourself down like this. You can't help but to let your eyes trail down his perfect body to his cock... He is harder than ever.

"That's right baby you are my pathetic little slut" he says gently stroking your still burning cheek.

"You know what baby? Daddy wants you to hurt as much as you hurt him by allowing this man in your life." He harshly grabs your face.

"So, you're going to stand up and you're going to show daddy how your pretty little face twists in pain" he says with a large, wicked smile.

You stand up.

"Jump, lemme see the clamps bounce."

You do as you're told and bounce yourself up and down. The weight of the clamp on your clit is unbearable and you just frown deeply in pain.

"Good girl now pull on the clamps on your nipples"

You pull on them harshly, the joyous pain makes you roll your eyes back and you can't help but to let a soft moan escape your lips. Baekhyun reaches down and starts to pump his hand around his big cock. He looks satisfied, nothing arouses him more than seeing you cry like this.

"Twist them"

You moan louder, it's difficult to contain your excitement as you feel your arousal coating your inner thighs.

"Good girl" he says with an evil smirk.

After a while, your body is red all over, complementing even better the matching sharpie.

"Now lay there you slut" Baekhyun says as he gets up the bed. You lay on your back and wait for further instructions.

Baekhyun gets on the bed over you and places himself at your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your slick folds.

"What a pitiful slut that you are getting this wet from being humiliated" he says smirking. And with that he violently pushes himself inside you in one go. You scream in absolute bliss, almost cumming to this one single thrust.

"Fuck, baby" Baekhyun moans.

He starts to move rapidly, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach form. He goes full force right away, making your fringe jump with each powerful thrust.

"Baby what are you?" he pants.

"I'm your slut daddy"

"Good girl" he says, grinding his teeth, rewarding you with more powerful thrusts and more overwhelming pleasure.

"You like daddy's thick cock don't you, slut?"

"Yes, I love your big cock daddy, it feels so good in my tiny cunt" You whine, feeling the knot getting tighter. The three nipple clamps jumping all over the place as Baekhyun fucks you deep and hard.

"No one can make you feel good like daddy,  do you understand?" he says struggling, moaning in between each word.

"Yes only daddy's big cock" you bite your lip trying not to cum as Baekhyun hasn't granted you permission yet.

"Good girl. You are daddy's little slut. Daddy's toy. Daddy's personal cocksleeve. Nothing more. Your only purpose is to pleasure daddy and make him cum with your tight cunt." Baekhyun grunts, pushing himself deep and fast inside you.

The dirty talk is too much for you, you feel so good and the humiliation of being reduced to a mere object sends you over the edge. You scream and moan as your legs shake into an uncontrollable and divine orgasm, your sensitive little pussy deseperately twitching around Baekhyun's thick cock. 

Your high hasn't even worn out yet that you feel Baekhyun's not-so-delicate hand slap your face. The burn in your cheek makes your eyes roll back as the setlling pleasure of your orgasm makes your mind go blank.

"I'm sorry daddy" you say half moaning, half sobbing, gagging on his slender digits.

"You slut, you came without daddy" he shoves his long fingers deep inside your throat. You instinctively suck on them as tears run down your cheeks again.

"You're such a bad girl" Baekhyun says, whipping his fingers out of your mouth to immediately pull harshly on your hair. You scream in both overwhelming pain and unbearable pleasure.

"Daddy I'm sorry" you say again, moaning as Baekhyun keeps on pounding into you, still pumping his fat cock in and out of you at an alarming speed. Stretching your tiny pussy beyond repair.

"Shut the fuck up slut" Baekhyun says as he repeatedly slaps you in the face, smudging the sharpie over with your tears. He picks up the pace again. Going even faster, destroying your pussy in the process. You moan in pleasure, feeling the knot tightening again.

"Daddy please slow down I'm going to cum again" you sob.

"I said shut up" he says clapping his hand over your mouth muffling your moans. Baekhyun has a really hard time containing himself. He feels like he's going to burst any second. As soon as he removes his hand you speak again.

"Daddy please I'm-" but you can't finish.

"Shut the fuck up I said you fucking  bitch" he grunts.

Baekhyun circles his hands around your narrow neck. Pressing his fingers on your throat and your artery to keep the blood from reaching your brain. Finally, you are silenced, you can't speak anymore, not even moan. You can only concentrate on the immense pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel. He grunts loudly pumping in and out of your exhausted tiny cunt. You feel like the knot will come undone at any second now.

"That's it baby! You like when daddy chokes you, right baby? " Baekhyun says clenching his jaw.

Slowly your vision clouds up and you start to feel lightheaded. Like you are high on the most enjoyable and addicting drug: rough sex with your boyfriend Byun Baekhyun.

"I'm going to mark this cunt now baby. I'm going to make it all mine. I'm going to cum inside of you".

Seconds later, you feel thick ropes of cum painting your walls and filling you up as Baekhyun releases himself inside you with powerful thrusts. His hair is stuck to his forehead, he breathes heavily as he wears a relieved expression, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his jaw lossely hanging open.

As you are about to pass out from too little oxygen, the delicious feeling of being pumped full of hot cum sends you over the edge and you reach the most blissful orgasm ever.

"Yeah that's it baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy" Baekhyun says with a carnivorous smile.

Your legs shake all over as you see stars from being chocked. This sensation is a whole new level. Never in your life you felt something this intense. It's heaven. You ascended to heaven.

As Baekhyun slows down he releases his brusing grip around your neck, and you can finally gasp for air. As you catch your breath your vision comes back to normal and the high fades away.

Baekhyun collapses next to you, visibly exhausted and satisfied. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his glistening chest. He starts stroking your hair.

"Baby?" he asks, hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"You... love me more, right? More than him..." he says timidly. You can't help but smile Athos sheepish expression. You look up at him amorously surprised by the the complete change in his attitude. There's no more anger in his eyes as he cutely pouts.

"No babe, I only love you. You are my one and only" you say softly kissing him. He looks back at you smiling before closing his eyes.

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[pan-xichen]

MDZS characters as unus annus quotes I think about a lot part 1:

JGY: I murdered three people. On a Thursday night, it was cold. It was partly cloudy but the moon was still peeking through. Just enough light to see but not enough to see me approach. I snuck up behind them, knife in hand, blood pumping in my ears-

NMJ: Okay, this is a... hypothetical scenario-

JGY: This- yeah this is hypothetical. What, you think I did this?

NMJ: No but I'm saying that you don't need to explain it in such vivid detail, because why would you?

JGY: Why would I?

NMJ: Also why would you know the vivid details of what you did-

JGY: I have a vivid imagination.

--

WWX: No one will ever find you...

NHS: What do you mean?

WWX: If you're too deep into the sea... The Gongoozler... will- heeeeeeeh- swim up to you... take you by the toes... and bring you down, down, down, into the frothy depths...

NHS: For fucks sake-

WWX: THE GONGOOZLER!!

--

NMJ: Okay, so when I- when I go for a nail- not- remember I did this for two years, so- AAAAH HELP HELP DON'T JUST LOOK!

NMJ: So- *confidently stabs the head of the nail into wood instead of the point*

NMJ and LXC: *hysterical laughter*

--

NHS: You put it in a weird sock, alright? You put it in a weird sock, you cook it up on a skrittle- skittle- sk-

NMJ: No you're right, skrittle.

NHS: Skrittle?

NMJ: Yeah.

NHS: Hold on, so that's not it-

NMJ: Keep going-

NHS: Griddle! Griddle. What's the o- what's the one that starts with an "S"?

NMJ: You're gonna get there, I believe in you.

NHS: Skimmer. A ski-ski-ski-sk-

NMJ: Are you serious right now?

NHS: I'm super serious.

NMJ: AHAHAHA

NHS: This is really bad-

NMJ: I'm not gonna help you.

NHS: Skid-a skid-a skrittle- a skim- scur- a skim? A skibble? No, what is it? Tell me.

NMJ: You can do this.

NHS: A skittle. A skitter!

NMJ: You keep going in circles- *scratches chin*

NHS: A scrATCH! Skritch!

NMJ: No this isn't a hint!

NHS: A skittle! Why- no- *laughter* ski?

NMJ: Uh-huh-

NHS: Skid-

NMJ: *audible disappointment* No.

NHS: Skir... skur, skurle-

NMJ: My god-

NHS: Skrittle!

NMJ: No!!

NHS: *laughs* A s- I'm getting there-

NMJ: You're not!

NMJ: What happens when you level up, and you need to put your points into your...

NHS: Skill tree! Ski-skiltrill. Skill..

NMJ: You can't be for real right now- *laughter*

NHS: *lauging* I'm a hundred percent real oh my god! Oh no, oh my-

NMJ: *DRAMATIC HAND GESTURES*

NHS: Skill tree... *laughs*

NMJ: *covers mouth*

NHS: Skill.... SKILLET! *laughs hysterically* Oh my god!

NMJ: *laughing* There you go!

NHS: Oh my god, that wasn't a joke! God damnit.

--

WWX: Meet a frieeeendly monster!

NHS: Fuck, just give me the ingredients!

WWX: I did-

WWX: Get ready for a sliiiime adventure, we're making monsters coooome to liiife. Do you think they have a scaaary power, or have a seeecret hiding place? What if they have mooore than two eeeeyes? There's only one way to find out when we use sliiiime to play-

NHS: We're making monsters cum!

--

NMJ: *trying to concentrate on furiously pedalling on an exercise bike* STOP! Oh god, stop talking to me!!

NHS: Wait, but if we go to the home depot, we can get home depot hot dogs! They're so good...

NHS: How many miles have you got?

NMJ: 1.1 mile-

NHS: That means we have so many more... so many more!

NMJ: I'm gonna punch you in the face. I'm gonna punch you... in the face.

NHS: Three miles more! Your breathing is excellent. *reaching for a megaphone* I don't think he can hear me. Da-ge your breathing!

NMJ: *slaps megaphone* I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!

--

JC: Hey Siri! Call us daddy.

SIRI: I don't see a father in your contacts.

WWX: *cackles*

JC: *having an existential crisis*

[kcabyap]

Good morning! I just wake up from a nice dream 👀 like wow I'm just there with bunny luci, simeon, and barb y'know like the card and they call me master 😭 ack why do I have to wake up when it was getting ✨ spicy ✨

(🍵nsfw/mreader) *kisses him* *start moving my hips in a slow and deep thrust hitting his prostate, one hand stroke his overstimulated length, and the other one play with his sensitive bud* you're so beautiful my love, I'm so lucky to have you *kiss him* just two more orgasms yeah? Then we can take a break *tears continue falling from barbatos pretty eyes* ngh~ *picking up my pace and stroking* there we go cum sweetheart~ * put one his leg on my shoulder and begin moving deeper and faster hitting his sweet spot* f-fuck you feel so good my love~ I love you ngh~ such a good butler you are, you'll be such a good wife *chuckle* you like that? Be a good wife for me~ guess I have to put a ring on your finger huh my love, can't let anyone else make you their wife *chuckle* yes I'ma bit possessive when it comes to you *strone him faster* cum for me my beautiful wife~

Oooooh, that sounds like a very good dream indeed... 😍🙏🏻 Ain't that just always the way, though? I always wake up just when the dreams are getting good too... 😭

NSFW below, under 18s please don't read!

The demon butler eagerly returns the kiss, giving such sweet and soft moans into his lover's mouth. Feeling the combined pleasure of his prostate being hit and his oversensitive cock being pumped... he can't help but whine, more tears spilling down his pretty cheeks, groaning at the feeling. "T-Two more... yes... master..." he whimpers, giving such a beautiful, fucked-out smile even as his tears continue to fall. "Ah... ahh... mmn, my master..." His back arches, and he spills another hot load into his lover's hand. "A-Aaaah~!" he cries out as his lover thrusts into him even deeper with the new angle, his breath leaving him in harsh, desperate gasps. "Oh, master, I love you too...!" As he calls him his wife, Barbatos's eyes widen. "W-Wife? You... you want to... to marry me...?" That blissful smile returns, and he keens with delight, his hips rolling into his lover's palm. "Oh, yes... my master... my husband...! Ah... I-I am yours, all yours... mmn... ahh, y-your wife is c-cumming for his husband~!" His back arches as he finishes once more, his voice shaking as he gives such a desperate cry, coating his chest and stomach in his cum.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Teach Me To Be A Good Girl

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WARNING: SMUT!!! DADDY KINK. SPANKING. CHOKING. BELT ACTION. IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE DONT READ!!

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Happy Reading Dollies.

"Teach me, daddy". You purred, bending over Ryan's lap, ass in the air.

"Have you been a good girl since I've been gone"? He raked his fingers up your legs resting them on your ass.

"Yes, daddy". You quietly giggled to yourself. No you weren't good while he was gone on tour. You had promised to not touch yourself but you did and you sent him teasing photos that made him hard. He warned you about what would happen if you were a bad girl.

Ryan planted a slap to your ass cheek, leaving behind a stinging sensation and a red hand print.

"You're lying little one. I've seen the pictures and I've heard your moans as you touched yourself while I was away. You deserve to be punished". Ryan planted another smack to your other ass cheek, making you whimper and moan.

"Daddy please". You begged him when he altered smacking your ass.

"Please what"? You could hear the smirk on his face.

"Please fuck me, hard".

Ryan swiftly tore off your panties with one quick motion. Spreading your pussy lips apart, running his finger up and down your slit. You moved your hips with his fingers but he firmly stopped you and pushed a finger in. Biting your lower lip as he pumped his finger in and out quickly.

Wiggling around trying to get more friction and to get him deeper inside you landed you another smack to the bottom.

"Sit still or I'll make you plead for me to stop". He warned, making you even wetter.

You didn't listen, kept wiggling under his touch and Ryan was getting angry with that.

Ryan stood you up roughly. He pointer to the bed, obeying him you went to laid on the bed striping the rest of your clothes on the way. Ryan slowing took his shirt off and undid his belt pulling it out. His pants fell to the floor and he walked out of them going to the bed.

You were ass up in the bed, your hand was between your thighs rubbing your clit, each moan made Ryan harder. He watched you as you rubbed yourself. Stroking his cock through his boxers, the belt in his hand.

Ryan climbed on the bed kneeling behind you. Taking his knee and spreading your legs wider for him as he got in between them. His hands rested on your hips. The leather belt rested on your ass.

"You ready for your punishment, little girl". Ryan bent over you whispering in your ear. Oh god it made you wet as you pressed back on him the outline of his cock grazed your clit.

"Yes, daddy". Ryan pushed his boxers down around his knees, gave himself a few more strokes and lined himself up rubbing his tip in your juices before plunging into you. Roughly rocking his hips into you got giving you time to adjust to his size. He was gone for awhile and you only played with your clit when he was gone so it was a little painful but God did he feel good being back inside you.

Ryan smacked you with the belt oh did it sting but you gladly took the punishment that he gave out. He smacked you four more times, then he wrapped his hands around your throat. Pounding into deeply and rough.

"Oh fuck". You moaned out as you felt your orgasm grow.

"Don't you come yet". He pushed into you deep that you felt his tip brush against your cervix.

"Please daddy". You begged as you couldn't take it and more. Ryan was being rough and the air inside of you being shorted made you feel light headed, but the orgasm still grew and was about to burst. Your legs started to shake and your juices were leaking out running down Ryan's cock and balls.

"Aaaah". You gripped the sheets.

"You wanna come? You gonna come hard for daddy"? Ryan's lustful voice echoed in your head as you came, lights sparked and flashed. Ryan drilled into not stopping he roughness.

"Oh that was wonderful. You're soaking wet for daddy. Making it easy for me to slide in and out of you". He growled.

"Fuck me daddy, fill me up".

Ryan smirked, he felt you clench around around him as you pushed further down his cock. Another orgasm was building and it was about to blow up. Ryan was close behind.

"Come in me daddy". You grabbed Ryan's ass keeping him there, you wanted to feel him coat your walls as he came.

Your breath hitched as you came, Ryan came next. He squeezed your throat harder and filling you up with a grunt. Pushing up into deep.

"Fucking hell". He rested his head on your sweaty back, both of you breathless. Ryan let go of your throat and slid out of you. You whimpered at the loss of fullness but you were sore, all you wanted was some cuddles, Advil and maybe a ice pack after that fuck session.

Ryan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he spooned you giving kisses to the back of your head. You kissed up and down his arm.

"You okay"?

"I'm great. That was godly. You're a god Ryan".

He chuckled and moved your chin with his hand making you look at him.

"I didn't hurt you did I"?

"No Ryan you were wonderful. I've missed this". You snuggled back into him.

"I've missed you so much. Maybe next tour you can come with me"?

"Really"?

"Yeah, why not. The guys love you and you all get along. We'll have a great time".

"I'll love to go. But you won't be able to punish me when I'm bad".

"Oh I'll punish you, it just maybe in front of the guys. But you'll like that wouldnt you"?

"No daddy". You bit your lip just thinking about it. All the band members watching you as Ryan fucked your brains out. Their minds wondering what it would be like to touch you, taste you. Ryan of course will not approve, he likes you all to himself. He's not up for sharing his little girl.

[sassy-bi-latina]

QUEENDOM IS BACK BITCHES!!

And available in Viki!!! Aaaah I'm so excited!! Sadly this excited feeling will have to wait cause work. But as soon as I can I'll watch it.

I'm so fucking pump!!

This is all I'm gonna be thinking of today✌🏼.

I'm excited to see Taeyeon as MC. I will miss Lee Dahee. Ideally they could BOTH be MCs.

I'm also excited to know more about the other groups cause I'm an Orbit and Cheshire so yes to LOONA and Yujin.

I'm casual about rest so this will be fun.

This was gonna be a two sentence max post🙈. Anyway, peace out.

I shall meet the Queens later✌🏼.

[youarestellarverse]

BELATED THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333

I'm using this as a springboard for this week's WIP Wednesday so it's all in one place. I was a little shy about it, but people liked it (thank you for that too aaaah) and so I figured WHY NOT.

So here's the rest of it!

(You actually inspired some of it specifically with those wedding outfit designs you did a while back, too. :D)

Edit, three weeks later:

SHE SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!

Second edit, a day after the first: 

Sorry, I was busy with my fiancee and never really reported back. (Not actually sorry. We had a great night.)

I took the genius suggestion from a few hundred of you that I should take her out for dinner first and propose to her afterwards in private. It was honestly kinda hard to resist, because I have ADHD, so my impulse control is not great to begin with. I guess I'm lucky it also meant I kept getting too distracted checking her out to remember what impulse I was trying to avoid, lol. 

She. Was. Enchanting.

Gauzy blue dress. Blonde wig down to her ass, which considering her height, is a lot of wig. The bracelet I gave her. Sparkly blue ballet flats with a story behind them that makes me melt, which I'll tell at the bottom lol. 

(She left the dagger pumps at home because she knew we were going to be walking, but she put them on when we got back to our place because she knows me way too well. 😍)

She wore the abalone ring on a chain around her neck again. I actually managed to casually drop into an earlier conversation that I was happy she figured out a way to wear it comfortably, which gave her room to admit it's "exactly what [she] want[s] until it isn't" instead of just guilting herself for having a gender moment because she should suck up her own discomfort and appreciate a gift and blah de fucking blah. Her hand looked a little bare, but that just made me even more soppy and romantic thinking about how that was hopefully gonna change. 

After we ate, we went for a walk. Usually he holds out his arm and I take it, but when I'm out with Pearl I get to be the gentleman which is always really fun. We ran into a little girl, maybe 3 or 4, who lost her tiny toddler mind over seeing "Elsa" in real life— not the first time a small child has thought Pearl was literally royalty, and it never gets any less adorable to watch her play along. 

(It's funny, because Let It Go is actually one of her drag songs. She has a full Elsa costume and everything. I keep telling her she should book birthday parties and I think she might be considering it. She's so good with kids and she's gonna be such a good mom. ;_; She's already a minor celebrity with the little ones in our town. Drag Queen Story Hour with Miss Pearl— Ms. Pearl now, I guess!— packs our library every June.) 

Anyway after we parted ways with our new friends, I took her to my old apartment building. We used to sit outside my room on the fire escape and pretend we could see the stars while we talked about our deepest secrets. 

I started blubbering before I could even get the words out. I had this whole fucking speech prepared. I wrote it down and everything. I never even got it out of my pocket, because I looked at her and I just couldn't stay composed. 

Some background info: I kinda have a hard time actually saying the L word. I don't really know why. Traumatic childhood, I guess. But we were standing there on that dingy street, right by the alley where the dumpsters are. It kinda stunk. She was so unbelievably pretty it felt like we were in an elegant rooftop restaurant in Paris. 

I just… started bawling. And "I love you" was suddenly all I could say. Over and over. She told me when we got home that she was a little worried I was about to tell her I was dying (oops!). 

She reached into her little clutch (it matches her shoes) and pulled out a tissue, because she was a boy scout and to this day she's always prepared for a crisis with snacks and first aid and stuff. I don't know how she's still attracted to me after how loudly I honked when I blew my nose lmao. But I took a deep breath, and I got down on one knee. 

(Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone; I love you and that's all I really know~) 

I don't remember if I managed to ask her in words. I pretty much only remember the look on her face, and how impressed I was that her makeup wasn't running even though she was crying too. (Real talk: I'm also impressed that neither of us managed to drop the ring and lose it, considering how dark and dingy it was and how badly both our hands were shaking.) 

It's perfect for her. My boyfriend (we're polyamorous, not super important for this story) is a metalsmith [Charlie! 💜] and he helped me find it at an estate sale and resized the band so it would fit her. It's vintage, and it's big enough that on someone smaller it might look a little gaudy, but it's just the right size for her hand. It matches her bracelet. Her style is kinda like Audrey Hepburn meets pastel goth, and the ring compliments it so well. She looked like she belonged on the red carpet in 1952. 

We kissed in front of the stupid dumpsters. Our mood lighting was a half-burnt-out street lamp. I'm pretty sure a couple rats were either mating or fighting to the death in the alleyway. It was like a scene from a movie, when the orchestra rises to a crescendo. 

But the best part of the night (yes, including the part where she stripped down to lingerie and dagger pumps) was when we got home and I opened the car door for her. She took my hand to get out, stopped, looked at the ring, looked up at me with tears in her eyes and told me "you make me feel like I'm in a fairy tale."

She's asleep right now. She never took off her makeup (it's super cute, she puts so much painstaking effort into putting it on and just passes out without washing her face because she's so physically drained from all the intense, complicated emotions). I usually take it off for her, but I don't want to leave her side even to get the cleanser. I'm typing this one-handed on my phone because I can't stand not touching her.

My other hand is on her left wrist. She never took the ring off either. 🥰💍

When she wakes up, I'm gonna ask her how she feels about a 'royal ball' theme for our reception. 

[The story behind the flats: we go to pride with my family every year. My kid sister (age single digits but I'm not specifying which one) has always loved wild costumes and playing dress-up. Last year was Pearl's first pride, and my BFF made a kickass mermaid gown in the trans flag colors for her. 

KS was obsessed and she decided that next pride, she wanted to go as a mini-Pearl. Fiancee was so flattered she made a whole weekend out of it with her sister and my mother— no boys allowed, as KS gleefully told me before slamming the door in my face lmao. 

Anyway, they got a hotel room and went to the mall and found a bunch of accessories, including ballet flats that looked almost exactly like a pair Pearl already had. KS spotted them, and during the parade she pointed out that they matched down to their shoes to everyone who would listen. They looked so cute together with my sister following Pearl around and imitating her that I think I'm still blushing lmao. We even have a photo of the shoes together and it's so funny, KS' flats look like doll shoes next to Pearl's 🤣) 

They're planning on making it a yearly tradition (no-boys-allowed sis/mom/SIL/MIL weekend and all). Last year they went with a mermaid theme. I can't wait to see what they come up with next time.]

—[User comments from Jason/"Pearl"/Ruby will eventually go here.]—

Second update, a year after the first one: 

Hey everybody! I just got back from my honeymoon and I am very sore. 😏

I just wanted to take a second and thank you all for the awards and support and encouragement. I was so focused on my betrothed I kinda forgot about reddit completely, but I won't lie, I cried at a few comments. You guys are awesome. Pearl is very grateful too. (I showed her my posts after the last update; she's in the comments— hi, sexy lady 😘— if you want to go look around!)

Now onto what you're all here for. The wedding. 

He wore a tuxedo for the ceremony. He was absolutely stunning, of course. He had Pearl's ring around his neck and his tie/vest matched my outfit. I grew up with the Irish side of my family (my mom was born in NYC but KS is named after our great-grandmother, who emigrated from Ireland in the 1920s and was apparently a really cool lady), so I wore a formal kilt in the tartan from my great-grandmother's home county. I've worn kilts a few times before. They're actually surprisingly comfortable, esp for stepdancing, but that's an aside. 

(No, I didn't go that traditional, you pervs; I didn't want the ocean breeze showing off my junk to the entire audience. Yes, we did do ceili dancing at the reception, and yes, I regretted changing lol. They're just way easier to move in!) 

We got married near the beach. If I needed any more proof we're meant to be, it's the weather that day: after weeks of sunny skies and balmy temps, we had a squall so bad we almost postponed. The entire week of the wedding went from a forecast of perfect conditions to a stormy nightmare. A whole block of them, one after the other, for six days straight. 

But when we woke up on the big day, the sky was clear and blue and gorgeous. It stayed that way until two hours into the indoor reception. If Zeus and Poseidon (or Jupiter and Neptune, whatever you nerds prefer) had an issue with us tying the knot, they decided to give us a break. 

The ceremony was short, sweet and sentimental. A close friend of ours [Rachel] is ordained, so she lent us her charm and gift for public speaking. More people cried than didn't, especially me lol. Even my spouse, firmly a he at the time, managed to shed a few tears. I don't know if he'd ever actually cried from joy as a 'he'. He seemed kind of shocked.

After the ceremony, my husband and I went back to our room and chastely had tea sitting five feet apart (😏). 

Then the magic started. 

As I mentioned I changed into slacks, sent a round of texts to the fashionistas in the wedding party, and barely even moped at all over getting kicked out of the honeymoon suite. I went down to hang out with the rest of the party (re, the fashion-challenged ones lol) by myself, said hi to guests in the lobby, schmoozed, worked the crowd, took a second to tip all the staff and thank them in advance for putting up with our chaos, and waited. 

My ex-gf/best woman (same age as Pearl, they're dating, long story but we're all cool now) came and found me. She was trying to be casual, but I've known her for over half my life at this point and I know when she's flustered. I also knew I was in very big trouble, and not just because she grabbed my arm and told me so. 

Look. I've seen my partner enter a space, like, a thousand times. It doesn't matter how they're dressed, where their gend-o-meter is pointed, or which direction they're coming from or going in. My heart flutters, my face warms up, and all I want to do is get closer. 

I was completely unprepared this time.

I think most of us were. My mom and SIL kept choking up and making emotional mom noises at each other, KS was pulling me by the wrist and telling me she's so pretty, you have to see her dress over and over, half the bridal party was whispering like middle schoolers at an assembly. I was thanking Past Me for getting hardcore industrial deodorant, because I was sweaty enough to go swimming in it. 

… okay, yes, fine. I'm a little gendersomething myself, but I'm also secure enough in my masculinity to admit I broke down when I saw her. 

It wasn't even the fucking dress. (although the dress was spectacular. According to my BFF/best man, who made it after some drama with the first one, it was a "winter white tea-length ball gown with a sweetheart neckline on a fitted, hand-embroidered bodice, lace cap sleeves and overskirt, three peekaboo layers of colored tulle petticoats and a fascinator veil". I care what those words mean in that I care that she cares, but I have to be honest, all I could do for about forty seconds was make whale sounds and shake).

It wasn't her makeup either, or the fact that she was wearing my favorite piece out of her wig collection (it's lilac, pastel pink and powder blue, loose waves, with bangs and wisps that frame her face and long bits that go down to her ribs; I call it her cotton candy unicorn princess hair which is why she picked it— royal ball 😍).

What got me was how happy she looked, standing there in her new silver flats with a bouquet in one hand and a ring box in the other. (And yes, KS, a junior honor attendant, had matching "glass slippers" and a dress in the same fabric and unicorn princess extensions in her hair. She even had her own little fascinator and bouquet. It was darling.) 

I'd never seen Pearl look so comfortable— there's always this nervous edge that she's doing something wrong, or she's not nonbinary enough to "count" or some other regurgitated garbage. For the first time, there was none of that. She looked like any other bride who'd found The DressTM— deliriously, ridiculously, blissfully, confidently happy. 

I was such an enormous dork about the whole thing she had to ask me three times to do the honors of putting on her engagement ring. In my defense, you try listening to words when the love of your life is standing in front of you in a fucking wedding gown tailored and designed exactly to and for her. Eventually, I got it, and my ex helpfully got our DJ to stall for 10 or so minutes so I could compose myself. 

(Pearl had a packet of tissues tucked in her bra for me because of course she did lol. I think I made some stupid motorboating joke?? I don't really remember. I know she laughed at me and left a flawless lip print on my cheek. Seriously, it's in a bunch of pictures and it looks like she drew it on by hand. Nice color, too, something between raspberry and mauve.) 

I think my eardrums ruptured during our grand entrance. His first name alliterates with my last name in a way that sounds kinda silly (think Kevin Calvinson), but she decided "Antoinette Pearl Calvinson" suited her just fine and she wanted to split the difference. He's keeping his, but she's taking mine. (All names are stand-ins, obvs.) 

She didn't tell me she was doing it. I got to hear us introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Throwaway Romeo and Antoinette Pearl MyName for the first time with everyone else. 

(Do I even have to confirm that I lost it and bawled? You can assume I was crying about 60% of the entire day. What can I say; I wear my heart on my sleeve.) 

I hadn't had a crowd cheer for me like that since high school theater and honestly it was kind of an ego trip, even though I know pretty much all eyes were on the bride. I think they're supposed to be. My kilt got a lot of attention at the ceremony, so it was her turn for the oohs and ahhs. Plus, like… if you saw her, you'd get it. People barely know I exist when I'm with her and I love it. I bask in her glow like a clam at high tide. 🥰

(...I'm not going to tell you what she was wearing under the dress or what she did to me while wearing it. Some specifics are for my eyes only, and I'm sure you're all horny enough to imagine something close. 

I will tell you that we didn't do a garter toss, because a. it's creepy and b. the garters were cute and she wanted to keep them.) 

Unfortunately, her parents did show up (if you're following me at r/JustNoMIL you know why I qualified that), but most of the wedding party was made up of martial artists and half of them are also derby girls— including my absolutely badass SIL, who mama-wolfed so ferociously that the JustNos never even got past the lobby. Pearl and I had no idea it happened until the next morning at brunch, which is probably for the best because I 100% would have done something to land myself in jail if I knew the sperm donor and his darling wife were within punching distance.

We didn't need them there anyway. SIL made a better mother of the bride than the wicked stepmother ever could have hoped to fucking dream of. They danced to a Pink song and there wasn't a dry eye in the hall. 

I think of SIL as my real MIL. She thinks of my spouse as her kid, and thank god she's the kind of mom who doesn't care what makes her baby happy because it's the "happy baby" part that's important. My mom is that way too, but it's nice that Pearl has someone in her life who's hers.

All in all, the night was fantastic. I keep having to look at pictures to remind myself it's real. My ridiculously queer ass somehow stumbled on the perfect man and the perfect woman in the same incredible person, who by some miracle wants me back? It shouldn't be possible, but I have the footage to prove it happened. I watch it every morning. I don't ever want to forget how happy we were. 

(This, among other things, has gotten me a lot of ribbing. She says I've been super obvious about finding ways to shoehorn spouse words into every conversation I have with anyone ever, and she's absolutely right. She did kick me in the shins when I tried 'wifey-poo', though, which I deserved.

My housemate has also been griping, but I think he's just nervous because he has a thing for my husband and Pearl makes him question his homosexuality, lol)

I have to shut up now because otherwise I never will. Also I promised my wife (!!!) I would make her chocolate chip waffles today, and I vowed in front of our friends and lovers and metamours and relations that I'd always make my best possible effort to keep all my promises to her. 

She's so far out of my league it's the least I can do, but I knew what I was signing up for when I married Xena's hot blonde twin sister. 💙

Once again pinging @perseusjackson-jasongrace and my fab beta @elaborateruses, though I hope both of you are prioritizing self-care rn! /squint

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Epistolary fic/fake reddit post, take 2 - Percy at r/relationshipadvice.

Notes: I process things through a layer of separation, which is part of how this was born— Jason seems to me to be a good candidate for the same kind of "overwhelmingly matches with AGAB....except" that I have. It took me until I was halfway through it that I realized I got carried away working on it is because Halloween is coming up, which means I dress in my Gender Euphoria coat, and apparently I have anticipatory event feelings I had to work out!

So yeah, this happened.

It can be read as a standalone, but it does take place in the greater stellarverse (if you remember with cream, firstly holy wow I'm so happy you're still here and secondly it's a little after that). No powers.

More notes and pinging at the end! This one got kinda long.

So I (26M) have been with my fiance (25NB, AMAB) since high school. He came out to me last year. (Usually he uses he/him. He describes his gender as 85% guy, 10% lady and 5% pop princess drag queen. Sorry, pronouns might get confusing.) 

We got engaged a few weeks ago which I am still completely losing my mind over. The ring I got him is really nice. It has abalone and amethyst on it and it's made of tungsten. Except for the amethyst it matches mine (I have a pearl, which I am just now realizing is funny for reasons that will become clear). 85% of the time, he's deliriously happy showing it off to anyone who will look. The thing is, it's really masculine because when he's feeling masculine he feels really masculine. 

He's still pretty new to the whole nonbinary thing and kinda anxious about everything, so we've been using codes to talk about it. It's a little easier to tell me "I'm in ten percent mode" than "I feel like a woman today". He came up with a nickname for her, too. We call her Pearl (not the real nickname but close, it's something you can wear as jewelry). 

So anyway Pearl definitely likes the ring, but she's conflicted about it. She hasn't complained and she never will. But last night we went on a date to an opera, and she wore this absolutely stunning floor-length gown and silk gloves and a wig that went all the way down her back. I was so busy gaping like a horny fish I didn't even notice she was wearing the ring on a chain around her neck instead of her finger. 

I didn't ask her about it. I'm pretty sure it would have embarrassed her and she would have put it on and sucked up the dysphoria because she thought I was unhappy. But it gave me an idea. 

I want to take her out to a really nice restaurant and give her a ring that matches her name. Something feminine and pretty she can feel good in. I want her to feel like Juliet on her balcony. Like Taylor Swift in the music video for Love Story. 

I just don't want to put her on the spot, you know? I don't want to draw attention to it if it'll make her feel crappy, but this is super new for both of us so I have no idea what I'm doing. He did drag shows for two years before Pearl perked her head up and let him know she was a part of him. 

She has a hard time expressing herself because she grew up with a lot of very strict pressure to adhere to gender norms. She's one of those people who can easily see that it's bullshit, except for when she internalizes it. She makes herself the exception to her own acceptance. 

It breaks my heart. Sometimes she cries about it, which is actually a huge improvement. Before Pearl, he couldn't cry except in literal life or death situations. He kinda still can't, but she can. 

She likes the opportunities to have a few milestones, like coming downstairs in a beautiful dress while I'm waiting at the door in a tux with a bouquet of pink hyacinths. He went to prom with me, but she's never been to a dance. My housemate helped me buy her a (not-actually) pearl bracelet for her birthday, and she cried and laughed and told me she loved me and demanded I put it on her. (My hands were super sweaty so it took me a couple tries, lol. It looks great on her.) 

I imagine myself taking her hand while we wait for dessert. Telling her how beautiful she is. How much I love her, that I can't wait to introduce her to people as my wife, that she's as knock-out drop-dead gorgeous as he is knock-out drop-dead handsome. Tell her how proud I am to be seen with her on my arm. How much her happiness means to me. 

I imagine getting on one knee and taking her hand and asking "Antoinette Pearl Smith (not her real full name either), will you do me the honor of being my bride?" 

I imagine her crying. That's where my imagination starts letting my insecurity interfere. 

Sometimes I see her smiling and crying and laughing and asking me to put it on her. Sometimes I imagine her bursting into tears and having a panic attack because I reminded her. I feel like there's a pretty even chance that it's either exactly the validation she needs from me or it's the worst possible plan I could come up with. 

She's incredibly elegant, classy and sophisticated, but she has a distinctly glam edge to her style. We get stares when we're out in public and it's a Pearl day. She's convinced it's because she doesn't pass (she can sing high bass parts and she's over 7 ft tall in her 8-inch dagger pumps and yes that turns me on), but I've seen the way people look at her. Most of them are staring for the same reason I do: because she's an Amazonian bombshell who leaves you breathless and makes your heart race, just by entering your field of vision.

When I say she's outrageously attractive, I mean the second word very literally. People are drawn to her. They can't help it. It's natural when a goddess walks among mortals, I guess. ;) 

(And yeah, sometimes people are horrible and we've heard plenty of slurs, but we live near a liberal city steeped in queer culture and history, which helps. I've taken a few punches, but I've thrown them back too, and there's always somebody nearby who checks in with us and makes sure we're okay afterwards. All things considered, we could be in a much less trans-friendly situation.) 

I guess I really want to make sure she knows I'm attracted to her and in love with her, and that I would be even if I'd never met him— honestly, if I'd met Pearl first, we probably would have started dating a lot sooner because I already knew I liked tall, blonde, brilliant, sophisticated women, and that's exactly what she is. 

I want her to feel like I'm not just going along with it for her sake. When I picture our wedding, I get choked up whether I'm imagining him in a suit or her in a gown. I want her to know that there's no facet of her I'm not captivated by. 

Am I overthinking this? Am I being ridiculous? (Yes.) Should I ask her girlfriends for advice? Should I ask my girlfriends for advice?? Should I go hang around at some gay bars and see if I can find any elders who can talk some sense into me??? 

Should I talk to her mom (actually her sister, long story)? My mom? Maybe my kid sister can lend me some of her childhood wisdom...she's very, very good at keeping surprises (never secrets). 

I don't know. I'm rambling. I started writing this post because my BFF (27M) is teaching her to sew bc she's way too tall even for most plus size shops and she just finished her very first circle skirt. she's been spinning around all day like a toddler in a cinderella costume. It's so fucking cute. Please help. I may actually be dying.

I'm going to go dance with her now so she stops giving me the sad baby kitten eyes. Thanks in advance if you made it all the way through! Yikes, me. 

MORE NOTES: The nickname thing is honestly mostly so I can keep my head on straight as a writer. Her actual nickname is Ruby, which I was not consciously clever enough to remember fits perfectly because ruby is July's birthstone!

Percy's BFF is Grover, and "Antoinette" is a reference to Jason's middle name, which in this 'verse is Anthony.

(Incredibly, this is less than half of what I have written. Whoops.)

Pinging @perseusjackson-jasongrace, my dear beta @elaborateruses and @starlightshadowsworld because you have all encouraged me to do this in the first place and it's been great. 💜💜

[alchemist-shizun]

SO THE TRIP WENT WELL I wrote a lot and I was able to eat sjhfhd after 11 hours or more since last thing I ate was dinner the day before

Our hosts are fucking fantastic, they're even suggesting me places to buy a gift for my gf and I'm super pumped oh gee aaaAH

Also we just went down to give them gifts and they liked them so so so much, plus their dogs love me and one of them laid on me for ten minutes I love him?? And we chatted a lot I loved it and I was slowly able to understand their daughter more since she spoke very strictly AAAAH I'm happy

Plymouth thread starts here I suppose!

I'm at the airport and there's a little kid that just,,, reminds me so much of Logan as a child he even had blue glasses I-