#if i started caring id make myself crazy

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Girl all this fuss about Taika's marriage, wait until you people find out about Minnie Driver

[urbestestwindgod]

every fucking time someone says “poor odysseus trapped on an island with a beautiful woman who wants him” or anything positive about calypso an angel is taken by the thinning hair and bent over metal hot from raging flames beside it used for mercy by cauterization as a large gloved hand grips at where divine flesh meets avian appendage at the base of glittering wings white in purity taken into fists that close upon them like a vise and pulled at with audible rippage as fragments of wing is left behind and fragments of flesh and meat are taken with the action, blood spills over the previously angelic body, weak from every positive utterance for that wretch, the nerves sit in anguish as the capillaries spout out their life’s nectar, the angel writhes as the wings are tossed to the side to rot into maggot meal and by force then is the servant thought to be of god sent to sit in the great below until the wounds close or more likely birth infection and a spread of disease through the forsaken body. surrounded by agony of all those before it, the angelium who writhe here are all demoted to scapegoats, no better than the animal sent out to hungry wolf and man to cleanse all who walk above their heads of their crime. i hate calypso btw if u cant tell

[lovsome]

big venting ahead :-{

[fortunately-bi]

Do the followers know I'm a metal head? Do they know that I want to be covered in tattoos with an alternative look who listens to obscure metal bands and stuff? Or do I still come off as like, the nerd in the basement lmao

[torchstelechos]

There's something really heartbreaking about the misunderstandings between Mirabelle and Siffrin, because at the start of the game Siffrin teases Mirabelle but gets real anxious and worried about upsetting her multiple times and even gets worried about Bonnie throughout the game. This being to the point that they keep the good lines in the script, even if they could feasibly stop caring about it. Then, during act 5, Mirabelle hits Siffrin with the fact that he's mean when he's teasing her but she doesn't let it get to her because she knows they mean well. Do you think about this? The thought of Siffrin being so self conscious of his own faults to the point they made sure the loops always were kind until the last one only to get slapped in the face by your families comments and hand. Like I think about this a lot. Obviously they knew they were mean but they also did everything in their ability to not hurt their family only to be told that they had multiple times and it was only because of his families trust and love that his family didn't take it to heart. Like fuck, fuck, I think id fucking go crazy. I think I'd isolate myself if that happened to me. Oh my gods. It really makes some of his next decisions really bonkers to me, but in a good way because yeah! Yeah that makes sense. Anyway post game I think Siffrin would probably not tease or poke fun at anyone for a good while in fear of hurting their families feelings.

[morganafayes]

morganafayes bbc merlin fic rec list <3

hiiii here is a tiny little fic rec list i made for fun of some of my personal underrated faves in the fandom!! i've tried to avoid stuff that's already pretty well known + have a decent balance so hopefully yall might find some new stuff you haven't seen in here :)

the witch and the queen - toxic morgwen slay <3 very short!

in our quiet hour - i mean just read everything by lupinely. its all so good. its everything. they have never missed. id recommend 'castled' by them too... insane merthur fic. their dynamic is perfectly written. also their gwen character study mwah

heir - gen, arthur & merlin. genuinely have never once stopped thinking about this since i read it and it makes me sick :/

off the deep end - now THIS. this is good shit. toxic merthur modern au where they are exes and hate each other and hurt each other. finally someone who gets their specific brand of codependent toxicity. bbc merlin modern aus peaked here i dont care

swan down - nimueh ficlet about her relationship with arthur. gave me many brainworms............ please read it. its very short and it will make u crazy.

this graveyard - ok i havent finished reading this yet bc its like 10k. but its morgana/gwen and a rewrite of the whole dark tower thing which as you all know is the bane of my existence. society if the the writers had actually written that episode well etc etc.

i hear deserts heal your history - THEEEEE fic of all time. genuinely i have never stopped thinking about this fic ever. i have such complicated feelings on it. it makes me want to die and throw myself off a cliff at the same time. this is the morgana centric fic of all time genuinely she is done SUCH justice here oh my god but also. everyone is very mean to merlin. my poor guy..... :( in terms of morgana fics though. a must read <3 also great exploration of the mergana dynamic. reading this was truly where my mergana crusade started btw. also read their other morgana fic its absolutely fantastic (i havent finished it either though because im slow asf...)

living for the hope of it all - mercelot warriors come get your heartwrenching angst <3 i have more mercelot fics to rec if people want. i hate them and i love them

ouroboros - merlin/morgana. insane freaks at it again. my fave victims of lavender divorce

drawing lines - gwen character study which i <3.

the chakra of merlin - okkk this is a strange one. it feels almost semi incomplete because although it does. end. it doesnt really. its most interesting for its sci fi elements + character exploration which i find really interesting and well done. merlin is truly unhinged here in the worst ways. when is he not though

the huntress' heart - mithian/gwen slay!

tongue tied - yeah its another truth spell merthur fic... what can i say im basic. its very good though!

dragons! - morgana/gwen. super short and cute <333

[honeyydrunk]

NOW this is a very niche problem but i don't care!! but i am sick of these y/n rejecting the guy whenever he's like flirting or smth. ill genuinely get so annoyed whenever i see a smut post and reader y/n is like being sassy against the guy's advancement. like haechan or someone will be horrendously flirting and the reader will be like "yeah im never having sex with you," UHM¿? WHAT? I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT. tf you mean y/n? idk who this PERSON is but any neo remotely alludes to a sexual encounter and i am already on him. genuinely y/n declining is CRAZY. we have a whole tumblr acc and are searching for smut fics tf you mean the reader in the story is being oblivious and refuses him!?!?

ME? ME PERSONALLY? ! id be doing everything for those neos. id start a ridiculous self care regime just to be so hot for them . eating cranberries and pineapple, my fruits and veg NO UNHEALTHY FOOD HERE. drinking 5 liters of water a day or smth ridiculous. hitting the gym get my stamina up 💪💪😤. paying 700 or smth for laser to make that pussy HAIRLESS. ripping my whole uterus out getting rid of periods and pregnancy. making myself as available as possible. maybe even becoming an sm trainee to get their plastic surgery u know. id be improving my life becoming the best version of myself studying, getting rich, severe self care, JUST to be amazing got those neos tf?

i am NOT declining anyone's advancements i am not playfully rejecting anyone. i'm the one flirting, i'm making advancements.

those text posts where the guys are sex addicts and the readers like "bro ur an addict" MAN IF I GET A HINT HE WANTS ME, IM THERE !! im the sex addict w them atp

i want to see a reader hopelessly delulu batshit crazy for these hot talented men but bro doesn't confess bc obviously fear of rejection u know maybe just once we get mutual pining mutual downbadness

LETS REFLECT THE DEMOGRAPHIC HERE we're not rejecting anyone, we are literally actively searching for smut fics lets be ridiculously real rn !! pick it up !! (ignore these tags i'm being silly and ridiculous)

[iwasneverprince]

you’re so cute i’d love to walk in on you one day, seeing you have your head pressed against your pillow, bending over with your back arched while you furiously stroke your cock, trying so hard to get some sort of relief or cum. You would probably be too desperate and horny to even care about getting caught that you’d start begging mommy to help you, use you and just ruin your hole already. Your cute cock would be so red and raw from you stroking it for the past hour, dripping in precum. of course mommy would have no other choice but to bring out her strap and turn you into her personal fuck toy, since you begged so nicely. and then it’ll feel so good for you to finally have your hole stretched out while having your cock stroked at the same time

oh god....

Thats so amazing and hot, I feel so desperate for that. I love being deined and being made to edge untill I am a desperate mess begging and pleading for any attention. Id be pleading and begging like crazy and crying for attention and begging to cum.

God whenever Im made to play with my ass it always makes me a bit sad that my mommy isnt there to fuck it for me like it should be fucked. I feel like a desperate anal slut all the time, and noone has even taken my anal virginity with their strap yet, I need it so badly it makes me feel so needy. Im always constantly pleading for it.

Whenever I work out I always do lots of butt workouts, I have been told I have a nice butt, I want it to be nice and round and fun for my mommy to grope and play with while she fucks me. I think about it whenever I workout.

I really want to be able to dress nicely for mommy and present myself for her wearing some cute fishnets or stockings. Or in a cute short skirt that barely covers anything at all, I want to be able to bend over for her and present myself for her while oiled up for her and let her know she can have me as much as she wants and whenever she wants.

Even better if its with a strap that would fill me with cum, i want to feel her pull out when she is done and watch her cum ooze out of me and down my thigh.

I desperately need to be fucked in the ass and forced to cum while my cock is stroked too, It would feel so amazing I would probably cry and tell her that I loved her and just need to be in her arms afterwards

Thank you so much for telling me that its sooo incredibly hot I feel so needy now

[fmab]

ok sorry long vent post below i suppose

i had a really good day today and i have been doing better since January started and holding hope for the future. But i think being around so many friends who i love and care about and also thinking about how future happy and healthy relationships will go is making me reflect a lot on the 5 years that i was with [redacted] and literally just how fucked up so much shit he did was. And how hypocritical he was.

I've talked about it before but it was just nuts how genuinely cruel he could be despite being so insecure. Like if he was mad at someone/hated someone (no matter if it was for a good reason to hate them) for some reason fatphobia/ableism etc was on the table. despite acting like he was body positive he'd turn around and say this shit and even in a few instances even try to insult me for my weight too. Despite being so insecure about his intelligence (he was smart) he was so incredibly quick to call other people stupid/brainless etc. and yeah i guess even when we were fighting he would say that shit to me too and call me stupid. idk he was just so full of these contradictions like this. he was so cruel and constantly lashing out at me to make me leave. He expected everyone to leave him and when they didnt he would lash out violently to get them to leave because he believed he was a bad person and then used it as confirmation for why he should be alone forever when they left. I kept myself in that cycle for literal years, trying to prove to him that he wouldn't have to be alone, because i loved him and wanted to be proof that someone wouldn't leave because there is love and hope and good in the world. i wanted to be that so badly but he could not believe it and would never let himself have anything good. Why did i ever put up with that cycle of cruelty for so long.

It was always a constant uphill battle. Yeah he was recovering from trauma and deeply affected by it but the way he threw people under the bus who were also suffering and recovering from trauma is crazy. I will never forget how when we met he was very scared/wary/mistrustful of people with dissociative disorders to the point where he literally asked our friends who had did not to talk about it/their alters not to talk to him because he'd been abused by someone who had allegedly faked did. Like we literally had to hide that part of ourselves from him. And at the time, i was going through a psychotic break and deeply unstable and dealing with my own dissociative disorder's symptoms and trying to figure out what was going on. But because I was in that vulnerable position I internalized that so much that i literally became incapable of talking about my more troubling dissociative disorder symptoms with almost anyone. instead of trying to unpack those things i squished them down. And cut to a couple years later and he was literally diagnosed with DID :| All that and i still couldn't make myself take that barrier down and talk to him about that part of my mental health despite him trying to let me know i could now bc he was experiencing that shit himself. That shit has still stayed with me and permeated other parts of my life and mental health struggles even now. I still dont know how to talk about my various disorders without assuming ill make someone uncomfortable/think im faking/think im fucking crazy. idk how to talk abt my dissociative disorder shit with anyone and feel like I can only talk about my bpd with my friend of 12 years who also has bpd. and i dont even know where to begin with my psychosis.

idk i have so many good friends now and im not isolated and i feel so much genuine love and care but i feel like i was emotionally stunted after 5 years of being with that guy. For the first entire year and a half after breaking it off with him i couldn't even be there for my other friends who were suffering. id spent my every ounce of energy on him that my friends suffering just made me sad and scared like i needed to flee. i think one of the most traumatizing experiences (that happened multiple times) was when he would literally drink entire bottles of wine and be so drunk that he could not even talk, and i had to sit on the phone with him because i was absolutely terrified that he was going to die from alcohol poisoning or throw up and choke in his sleep. And i would just have to sit on the phone and listen to him scream incoherently and break things and throw up and cry harder than i have ever heard anyone cry before, because i was terrified he would die or try to kill himself and i wouldn't know. Trying to make yourself care about your friends who are suffering when the last time you invested everything you could into a relationship and it ended Like That was . incredibly hard. That recovery took so long and im finally better in that aspect, but for ages it made me feel like i had been turned into a husk of a person who was unable to help or care. I have better boundaries and i know my limits and how to help without extending myself to the point where ill be in that position. Sometimes i still do feel like a major part of me died when i left him, simply because it took So Much from me. i poured everything into that relationship. im so glad its over and id never go back but so much of me was dedicated to him that there was a huge void where it was before. there was a part of myself that was solely dedicated to trying to help him.

im not as sad as i was but its horrifying that i spent so many years with him and putting up with the horrific ways he acted and i should have cut it off sooner

[lenores-2nd-wife]

DRAMA POST!!

Only read if you want to see my side of my grooming allegations (that are false), take care of yourself.

TW: Sexual Language & Mentions of Grooming, and Death & Dox Threats (Long Post Warning)

“Hello everyone.”

Sorry I’ll be serious. 

This is a response addressing a post calling me out that I have reposted on my blog. Please check theirs out for reference if you want a peek at all the lies they’re spreading about me/want the context of what I’m talking about. I want to make sure you see their (Albeit misinformed) side before you see mine to be as transparent as possible.

I honestly never thought I’d have to make one of these things but let’s get this over with. 

To start off, I would like to say that this is NOT an apology as I have no one to apologize to and nothing to apologize for. This is me debunking every single lie that person put in their post. With screenshots of course.

With that being said, I’m very sorry to ABBY AND ABBY ALONE for being dragged into this and whoever made that callout is horrible for what they’ve done. (And to rnf & their mods as they seem to be the main target of that callout even though I’m the one being labeled as a groomer.)

[I will be giving the poster the benefit of the doubt as it seems they got all of their information from a separate party. I truly want to believe they just want to do the right thing and the person giving them the information is the malicious one. I understand trying to protect minors as you seem to be one as well (I was checking in on their account and their bio said 14 at one point? I don’t think it’s still there), but I promise it wouldn’t kill you to send me a DM to see if your information was correct.]

As for a warning of sorts, I will say that the messages between me and Abby were very sexual and I’m not exactly censoring myself going forward. So TW for sexual language/and mentions of grooming again. The only reason I’m not marking this post as explicit is because I want to make sure some people see it as I have literal grooming allegations against me, if it was anything less serious I would have.

Now let’s start with the elephant in the room. 

ME AND ABBY ARE BOTH CONSENTING ADULTS.

She is 19-years-old, born in 2005. Refer to the screenshots above. She even sent me her ID to get into the NSFW part of my server.  Meaning she is not only an adult, but came to me with full interest in talking about sexual topics. (As she is very much so allowed to do as an adult, I just want to get that out of the way before the poster possibly pulls out a “well you were probably making her uncomfortable” accusation out of their ass. If Abby was ever uncomfortable she would have told me and I would have listened. Boundaries are something I take very seriously.)

Speaking of the NSFW side of my server, the poster claims that I was saying sexual things in front of the other minors in the server when everything, and I mean everything, was in the adult section of my server that requires ID verification to get into. I’m in fact very strict with sexual content on my server and IN THE CALLOUT POST they literally show me handling a member who posted a screenshot that contained a friend of theirs saying “I want ___ to eat my ass”. 

(This was an easy mistake mind you and they didn’t have sexual intentions, they were just trying to be funny and share something crazy that their friend said. This is in no way trying to call that minor in my server out, don’t try to find them and leave my server members out of this. I just want to provide context as the member had their message deleted.)

As for their claims of me being racist. I am not. Simply put, I am not, they have provided no screenshots of me saying anything racist and I will not even entertain this statement any longer as it is baseless and downright ridiculous. Don’t include claims if you don’t have evidence to back them up PLEASEE.

Also, the document at the end with all of my shittily made drabbles is VERY misleading. “Dub-Con” WHAT? I promise you that just because Annabel is tied up does not mean she is not consenting. I can maybe see how it can be taken that way but my horny brain at the time wasn’t thinking “Oh and then I’ll make it dub-con!” DO NOT PUT THAT SHIT ON ME. 😭🙏

I am genuinely between being really angry about you posting my embarrassing as hell drabbles and fucking laughing. The “TW Cheating” TAG YOU ADDED IS SENDING ME. ITS OC X CANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECTED, IM SORRY? I wasn’t aware that was a cancelable offense since Monty was mentioned one time I’m losing it.

Now that I have addressed all the claims they have stated. It is now time for me to prove that every single one of their screenshots involving sex and things of that nature are in fact Abby. Warning once again that these screenshots get sexual as both of us were in what we assumed was a safe space to share down bad thoughts and fantasies involving the Nevermore characters and Abby’s OCs.

I will be posting each one of their screenshots in order (I'll try as much as I can running on 2 hours of sleep anyway), and I will explain the context for them of to be as transparent as possible:

Just sexual OC x Canon shipping. You will be seeing a lot of that as we were having fun with Abby's super cool OCs and we talked about them very often.

Joking around about one of the roleplays we were doing & more context for me sharing my splatoon fic with her..

OC x Canon shipping.

Embarrassing, but talking about kinks...

OC x Canon shipping.

Jokes about how calm Ada's relationship was (With an OC!) vs Lenore x Annabel's. (Previously mentioned that Lenore was being dragged into the closet by the ankles) & More OC x Canon.

More jokes about how much we want to smash Lenore & Annabel (Sue me), and me asking sexual questions about her OC.

I’m a person that wants to enjoy Nevermore media in peace with other adults with similar interests in role playing, not a stain on the human race, the only truthful thing you said in your post about me is that I'm a bit of a freak.

I will admit, in a lot of those screenshots I was very out there and really oversexulizing the characters and I can totally see why someone could be made uncomfortable if they saw it. In fact the poster included some of the tamer messages between me and Abby. However I was doing it in a safe manner, in a place people gain access to with the intention of being sexual. So I wasn’t just shouting out every little idea I had to everyone in my server, no one was being forced to look at what I was talking about.

Unlike Crimson, who you are clearly trying to group me with, I’m a normal fucking person who happens to lust after the characters. I’ve posted smut on my Ao3 often and even advertised some of it (With the proper explicit tags) on my blog. It is no secret that I am attracted to the characters, and I honestly don’t feel like I have to repent for that. 

My only bad intentions were my sexual ones with the characters who are proven to be 18+, whether you agree with the kinks shown in the screenshots or what I’m into in general does not matter (Not that any of my kinks are problematic as far as I’m aware? But I am very willing to learn if they are).

I did not deserve to be labeled a groomer. 

Abby did not deserve to have her business outed to the public eye.

I hope, REALLY HOPE, that this was posted with good intentions, but seeing how it was handled and what your page is dedicated to my interests on the side seem to just be a  pawn of yours to get at rnf & the mods to incriminate them for not “handling me” when there is nothing to be handled. Speaking of the mods, now I’ll most likely have to explain and let them know I'm not a pedophile. Thank you SOOO much for that btw.

Leave me, and other bystanders in the fandom minding their own business out of this. 

One more thing, though more so directed to the fandom, you guys can leave my inbox now? At this point I know it's not the same person and I need you guys to calm down. I genuinely had a few people ask me if I was lying about the death threats and I cannot make this shit up.

Your desperation for more drama and what you’re willing to do to make an already bad situation worse disgusts me beyond words and I’m actually really worried about drama pages now because this is not the first time blatant and dangerous misinformation has been spread in this fandom. Of course, that’s just me being emotional and making a whole lot of assumptions about your morals, so don’t quote me on that. Besides, the post didn’t get a whole lot of attention so I’m probably REALLY overreacting.

In conclusion-

(Also as horrible as this is I find it funny that in all the screenshots I have that same Annabel Lee pfp on with the tiny bow. 😭😭)

[prettyboyjoao]

Occupied

João Félix smut (18+)

The kitchen cabinet slammed shut with a loud thud. Frustrated, you blew a loose piece of hair out of your face, bringing a glass to the sink to fill with water. You sat down at the kitchen island, bringing the glass to your lips and glancing at João, who despite having a few free minutes in the morning, has been on the phone for the majority of the day.

The morning started off promising, waking up with legs intertwined and sweet kisses pressed to your neck. He had been gone for three days as a result of an away game, and both of you were eager to make up for lost time in bed. Your relationship wasn’t always entirely physical, but on those days that he was away, you craved each other. Aching and dreaming of being able to please one another again. He arrived home in the early hours of the morning, immediately climbing into bed with you and engulfing you in his arms. Too exhausted to initiate anything, he pressed kisses on your face with the promise of more tomorrow. However, that unfortunately was not the case.

Just a few minutes into your morning, you were stopped by João’s phone vibrating on the night stand. He lazily rolled off of you, checking the caller ID and groaning. “I’m sorry amor, I have to take this, it’s Jorge,” he spoke. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and threw on a sweatshirt, hiding the body that you so desperately craved, before walking out of the room to take the call. And that was how the day went. Call after call after call. Hour after hour.

It was now late afternoon and you thought you were going to go insane if you heard his ringtone one more time. You knew it was important, discussing important details regarding his transfer, but you didn’t care anymore. What was most important to you was reconnecting with the man you loved. Too bad it was impossible at the moment.

You perked up when you you heard João say his goodbyes. He set his phone on the counter and walked over to the couch, plopping himself down with a big sigh. “If I have to take one more call, I think I’m going to throw my phone in the ocean,” he complained, dragging his hands down his face. “I second that,” you chuckled, realizing he was just as frustrated as you were. He glanced over at you with a lazy smile and patted his thighs with both hands, signaling for you to come sit. You set your glass down on the table and made your way over to him, noticing the way his eyes hungrily tracked you down. You took your place on his lap, swinging both legs on either side of him and wrapping your arms behind his neck.

João wasted no time, pressing his lips to yours in a longing kiss. You kissed him back, equally as eager to get things started. Your lips moved together in sync as you moved your hands under his sweatshirt, feeling his warm skin and muscles tensing. He moved his hands to your ass, grinding you down further into his lap. You gasped, feeling his erection press against your core through the thin barrier of your spandex shorts. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and further deepen the kiss. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan at the sensation, encouraging João to keep going. He broke the kiss and removed his hands from your ass to slip off his sweatshirt in an attempt to feel more of you. You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck, leaving sloppy kisses along his skin. Your hands were on his chest, rubbing the tan skin you missed so dearly while you continued to grind into his lap. You brought your lips to his ear, knowing it would drive him crazy, and whispered “Do I have you all to myself now, Mr. Félix?” He shuddered at the sensation of your lips against his ear and groaned. “Oh, baby I-”

He was cut off by the loud shrill of his ringtone once again. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to snap his cellphone in half. You threw your head back in defeat, refusing to believe that this was happening again. “You have got to be kidding me right now,” you groaned. He turned his phone towards you, the name ‘Potter’ flashing across the screen. You sighed, knowing that this was an important call. “I’m so sorry amor, they need to finalize the details of my transfer. Five minutes, and I promise I’m all yours for the rest of the night,” he spoke, a sincere look on his face. You replied by nodding your head and he answered the call without making any attempt to move you. You remained on his lap and looked around in defeat, when suddenly, you had an idea.

Slowly, you moved your legs off of João and dipped your head towards his chest, placing a wet kiss on the skin. You trailed your lips down his chest and his stomach, making sure to kiss every inch of visible skin. João threaded his fingers in your hair to encourage you to keep going, too deep in conversation to verbally agree. You found yourself on your knees, crouched in between his legs. Your eyes met his and you smirked, fingers finding the waist band of his sweat shorts and tugging lightly. He looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to take it this far. You continued pulling down his shorts and he obliged, lifting his hips off the couch to assist you. With no intent to waste time, you grabbed his cock. He was still hard, too worked up from your interrupted make-out session. You pumped your hand up and down slowly, watching as his lips fell open in pleasure. But he quickly gained composure, responding to something his coach had said on the other end. It was then that you decided to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, completely catching him off guard. He gasped and moved the phone away from his face in order to not give himself away. You attached your lips to his tip and worked slowly, sucking, licking, and kissing the most sensitive area. You made sure not to go past the tip, wanting to tease him a little for making you wait all day to have him. He tapped the back of your head lightly, silently urging you to take all of him in your mouth. After pausing a moment, you sank your head down, swallowing him whole. He threw his head back and wrapped his fingers in your hair once again. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. His mouth was in the shape of an ‘O’ and he struggled to keep up with the conversation. He faked a cough, hoping to hide the sound of his shallow breaths as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. He was relieved when Potter started to wrap up the call, knowing he could give you his full attention once it was over. And boy, were you in for it. Knowing he was close, you added your hands into the mix. You used one hand to massage his balls while the other hand twisted around his cock, moving up and down with your mouth. You felt the muscles in his thighs tense as his hips attempted to buck in your mouth. His hand pushed your head down further, desperately searching for his release. “I’ll be there tomorrow coach, bye,” he barely choked out and hung up the call, throwing his phone across the couch. Now free, both of his hands tangled in your hair and he bucked his hips one last time. His cock twitched in your mouth and you felt him jolt, followed by his warm release. “Shit baby, yes,” he moaned, finally able to verbally praise you without fear of being overheard. You swallowed his release and looked up at him through hooded eyes. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were dark, gazing into yours as his chest heaved up and down.

In one swift motion, he got up from his spot on the couch and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You shrieked, the action completely taking you off guard. He chuckled and placed a firm smack on your ass, making his way to your shared bedroom. “You’re in trouble now, princesa.”

[transparentlyfallingasleep]

7. How do you choose which POV to write from? (Especially for starbucks)

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

aw wow! People never ask me questions on here.

let’s see number 7. Honestly I tried to come up with a better answer than this but it’s just the vibe of the thing. The first story was really just a response to “Clint Barton shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks” insert Troy with the pizza meme that was out in the ether post his absence in Winter Soldier. I decided to try making myself write from Natasha’s perspective after the Clint heaviness in marketplace etc but in the Starbucks sequel I just wanted to imagine/ write down the Robert Downey jr voice in my head reacting to spy kid 3D. And then they all joined in. Clint’s voice is my most comfortable place to be Natasha, Cap, Maria, Jarvis the least but I think that’s because being that fucking competent seems heptapod level alien.

25: I wish people read unfinished business more… it was my first story in the marvel space and my second fanfic ever. And I still kinda like imagining it’s running in the background of the avengers… and it could have too if not for that pesky Joss Whedon. I also I’m proud of my Game of thrones fic. It was an attempt to self sooth and I think it turned out rather well all things considered.

26. I’m not sure I do wild rides I’m definitely not much of a plot writer. I tend to focus on small intimate character moments. Probably because I suck even more at the other stuff, possibly because being a speech pathologist I’m better at getting voices of characters ‘right’ than I am at making things happen. But I am proud at how I salvaged age of ultron for the rewriting in Market Place and how much I was able to reuse, reduce, recycle might be surprising to readers.

39. So my clinic shut down suddenly in September. If you are Australian I will just say this about it. The NDIS and in particular the Government have been making it harder and harder to work as a paediatric disability clinician and hell bent on telling our clients that it’s because we are rorting the system. I didn’t want my clients to loose their therapeutic alliance and a speechie that has known them most of their lives so I started my own sole trading. It’s long hours, crazy stress and I don’t even know if I will be able to afford the audit come 2025 but for now my kiddos are safe and getting therapy. All the govt has managed to do is privatise the old block grant system and lie about choice and control and that’s all I have to say about that. As a result I’ve got no real WIPs but I have this… you can see that I write dialogue first.

If you’ve come to tell me I’ve besmirched my honour, that the castle is in an uproar… I care not. 

Your grace. 

Ser Davos I am no princess. 

The laws of the realm say

So Tyrion Lannister crowns my brother and frees the north for my sister and now I am smothered by titles? I knew I should have killed that-

Id never really thought about it like that Milady. Allow an old man a small courtesy? I accepted my title for services to Stannis Baratheon. Plenty of times I thought better of it but I did it for those who came after me. Lord Gendry well he doesn’t say, quiet sort that he is -

Surly 

As you say, but i think I’m right in saying he had similar thoughts. I don’t think either of us thought that there might be others on the other side of it. Born to the titles and the power and wanting none of it, wanting to be rid of it. 

He is a good lad lady Arya. Give him longer. He can’t stay this angry for long. 

I can’t stay ser Davos

Forgive me but I’ve lived longer on decking than I have on dry land or had till your brother made me hand. The tides they come again. Like circles they are. Why not tarry even if he’s determined to make himself unpleasant. 

He doesn’t have to put effort into that. He’s had it mastered for years. You are married Ser, children? 

Aye My Lady

[fucksurass]

DEAD? Park!

Pt.3

Stan: Kenny...? You um-

Stan: Yesterday you were all... Weird? Now youre um.... Not..

Kyle: What hes trying to say is, What the hell happened after school yesterday because you actually look... Okay.

Stan: Yeah you dont look like a mess like after Pocket got here. You left insane and came back chillin. What happened?

Kenny: You mean apart from fucking Cartmans mom?

Cartman: WHAT KENNY- YOU- I HOPE YOU FALL ON YOUR POOR UGLY ASS-

Kenny: Im kidding! I read porn and imagined fucking her!

Cartman: THAT DOESNT MAKE IT ANY BETTER YOU DIRTY-

Kenny: And I said to myself, Im going crazy! No one died! Im just a little messed up right now because of stress! So I whipped out my weiner and started jacking it.

Cartman: Dear god, can Kenny please fall off his chair and bust his ass.

Kyle: Awe Kenny come on!!

Stan: Not what I wanted to hear today.

Kenny: What? At least im not acting crazy anymore. Id say this is normal.

Stan: ....

Cartman: ....

Kyle: ....

Kyle Cartman and Stan: Yeah hes got a point. Id believe it. Regular Kenny.

Kenny: Oh and those books arent gonna help you at all Stany boi. I suggest giving it up.

Stan: Come on dude... Let a man dream...

Kenny: Wendys probably a lesbian dude.

Kyle: Yeah she probably totally definitely is.

Stan: What...?

Kyle: Yeah... You should go for someone el-

Cartman: Faggot.

Kyle: Shut the fuck up Cartman!

Stan: Yeah! Wendys not a faggot! Im sure she'll come back. She always does...

Cartman: That went over your whole head, Stan.

Stan: What went over my head?

Kyle and Cartman: *face palm*

Mr. Garrison: Okay class.... Sadly and Unfortunately for me... Theres another.. New student-

Kenny: WAH thud! OW!!

Cartman: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA THANK YOU GOD

Ze Mole: Fuck god!

Kenny: Stop laug- ....Mole..?

Garrison: You know him?

Stan: All four of us do! Hey man!

Garrison: Thats cool. Anyway say hello to Christofeet- Chris- Christophne something or other or- Just call him Ze Mole.

Ze Mole: I have returned on behalf of Gregory. I wanted to ask if La Resistance lived on after I- er left... For.. War?

Pip: Hello Mole!

Ze Mole: Ah... You are here..

Cartman: Yeah we all hate Pip too dont worry.

Ze Mole: Sure.

Stan: Kenny? Oh not again... I swear..

Kyle: What- Oh...

Mr. Garrison: Can we please sit down? Im still teaching. Who else in here is gay?

Cartman: STAN AND KAH- OW KAHL WHAT THE FUCK

Ze Mole: ...Why are you looking at me like zat Kenny? Stop.

Pip: In a matter of seconds, dear Mole, Kenny well have assumed your death.

Ze Mole: How-

Kenny: Okay I am seriously fucking positive we WATCHED that guy die!

Stan: Come on Kenny! You were doing great!

Kyle: You almost had it then you blew it!

Kenny: We watched it happen guys! Cartman didnt turn off the alarm and he got attacked by guard dogs-

Ze Mole: I hate guard dogs... What a terrible way to die! Do not wish zat on me!!

*CLANG*

Cartman: Haha! Sick!

Stan: Oh my god! Ze Mole killed Kenny!

Kyle: You french bastard!

Mr. Garrison: Please be careful with that thi-

Ze Mole: Was my mozer careful when she shot me in my leg while I vas still in ze womb?!

Mr. Garrison: ...I guess not.

Craig: Dude sit down! You killed Kenny!

Red: Whos Kenny-

Ze Mole: Do not worry.

Ze Mole: Though he dies, La Resistance lives on.

Cartman: Nobody gives a crap about Las resilience! Lets all just wait for the rats to consume Kennys body so we can continue naming all the fags in the classroom.

Mr. Garrison: Lets all listen to the fat kid.

Clyde: Guys im not a faggot...

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

[bimboaudino]

TGTF Medallion In Bangkok

I sat in the private jet, the gentle hum of the turbines barely entering the soundproof walls of the airplane, sipping on a martini as I think about what I’m doing. I was going to Bangkok on a work trip. My company had just signed a major deal to open up and buy business there and I was going to meet the partnering companies to get things started.

But it was more than a business trip. I knew I’d have more than just a few days off to enjoy in Bangkok. I shivered at the thought, pulling out a small silver medallion with a red gem embedded in it. I remember when I had discovered it on a less than legal auction and could barely contain myself.

I was looking for something a little kinky. Something that would let me act out my true desire, and then be able to go back to a normal life. It wasn’t that I was a gay man, the thought didn’t sit well with me. But to be a woman, that was something very different. To have someone see me as less, as weak and as submissive, and to act as such. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I could almost feel my cock harden as I stared at the small silver piece of jewellery.

"Another?" a female voice asked, snapping me out of my fantasy. It was the air hostess. A young brunette who had been trying to flirt with me since the plane took off. I quickly stowed the medallion and took another stiff drink, nodding my head. She walked off, making sure to sway her hips as she went.

Id always been rather a disagreeable man, and this had often gotten in the way of any type of romantic relationships, my wife barely talked to me. So instead I focused on my career, working hard and climbing the ladder. Soon enough I was a very successful CEO. But I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to be on the other side. To be weak and powerless, and have others dominate me. This was something I kept a tight lid on, keeping it secret and letting it manifest in my fantasies. To be agreeable, submissive, and powerless in the hands of others.

I knew the medallion could grant me that experience, the moment I laid eyes on it.

I had found it on an auction on the deep web, an online black market, bidding high to win the item. When it arrived I was in a cold sweat, holding it and knowing what it was and what it could do. Id tested it a week ago by imagining my wife’s image, finding myself in her form, the mental and physical changes almost throwing me for a loop. It had been a crazy few hours before I used the medallion to change back, having found myself thinking as her after a short while. I’d have to be careful.

I looked out the window seeing we were on the approach to the airport, and a smile creeped onto my lips. Tonight was the night. I was met at the airport by a car sent from the Thai business association, and was escorted to my hotel, the Hilton hotel where all the guests for the conference were staying. I dropped off my luggage, a single suitcase and made my way back out to the city. I was staying in a rather large penthouse and would have the entire thing to myself for the night, but before I could get around to my plan I was of course to give a talk for my company and discuss the business agreement.

"Great talk Jake" my associate Mike shook my hand as he beamed.

I thanked him for coming as we mingled with the post conference crowd. Many powerful rich men, just as I was, gathered here.

The next few hours were spent in boring meetings and talks with business associates and CEOs.

I finally managed to wrap things up, leaving the conference to head back to my hotel. It was a huge building, and a quick elevator ride to the top floor. I walked out onto the balcony overlooking the city, the nightlife already bustling in full swing, the sounds and smells reaching all the way to me. I was just able to make out in the distance the red lights and neon signs of the infamous red light district. It was the place I’m planning to get more than a little intimate with if all goes to plan.

I could see it vividly in my minds eye, I was to become a sex worker, selling my body for money. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb and my breath hitch. I had thought long and hard about this, the things id do and the ways id be used. Id be forced to use my body to pleasure strangers. Id be treated like a dirty whore, and not be able to do anything about it. The though of being so submissive, agreeable and powerless excited me, and had led to many a night where id cum to the thoughts and fantasies of being a woman and being forced to have sex with strangers.

"I'm going to do this" I tell myself, feeling the medallion in my pocket, running my fingers over the cold metal. I can already feel the nervousness growing inside me, my heart beat rising. I'm actually going to do this.

I look at the medallion, and take a deep breath, calming myself.

In my minds eye I picture her. An Asian girl, young barely 18, petite yet busty, with a cute face and an innocent look, and short bob hair. She was dressed in a latex Short shorts, the shiny fabric ending well above her thighs. On her feet was a pair of latex thigh high leggings with built in heels, the rubber fabric ending a few inches above her knees, giving her legs a smooth, bare look. On her arms she wore latex gloves, the tight material going up all the way to her shoulders, and covering her arms, save for a few inches of bare skin around her wrists. At her neck was a choker, the same latex material as her leggings and gloves. Her hair was jet black and flowing.

Her face the image of innocence and naivety, her expression a shy, meek one. Her personality was different. It was a complete contradictions compared to my own. Yes, she was a submissive, agreeable and meek, eager to please and willing to do anything.

A low knowledge, simple, and unintelligent girl. A dumb bitch.

She was a whore, a prostitute, a sex worker.

Her name? That's easy, her name is Mei, Thai in origin, her English is broken and simple.

I see it all in my minds eye, and I clutch the medallion tightly, a strange warmth emanating from it.

It was time.

I took the medallion and held it firmly, imagining the girl I pictured in my mind, the latex outfit and the handbag. I concentrated, feeling the medallion pulsing in my hands, getting warmer and warmer.

It felt like electricity was running through me, starting from my toes and fingertips, running up my body and converging around the medallion, a warm heat emanating from it.

As the electricity ran up my body I could feel the changes starting.

My hair, it was lengthening. It started to reach down from my neck, running down my head. The sensation was strange, but not uncomfortable, a strange itchy sensation. My head felt lighter as the hair grew out, the itch growing worse, until it was almost unbearable. My hair now hung a few inches past my shoulders, and the itch was gone, the weight of the hair being longer felt heavy.

It was starting.

I was becoming her.

My feet were next, a tingling sensation running up my legs as they changed. My shoes began to tighten, and I was able to feel them shrink, my feet shrinking with them.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt lighter, the shoes having grown a small heel. But it was more than that, my weight was now centred lower.

My foot and calf muscles were also getting tighter, my legs becoming dainty and lithe. The transformation continued up my legs, traveling upwards.

They were changing, the transformation spreading up my legs.

The tingle continued, moving up my hips. I could feel the change happening, the bone structure changing, my body slimming down, and my hip width widening.

My hips were starting to widen, the muscles growing tighter, my body slimming down as the transformation travelled upward, my height dropping as the room around me felt larger and larger.

My chest was next, the transformation traveling up my torso.

I could feel a pressure on my chest, the sensation was strange. It was growing tighter and tighter, the sensation of my torso and rib cage shrinking to petite female proportions, gone was broad muscular chest, and in its place were two small mounds.

My breasts, they were forming.

They grew from small pea sized nubs, to the size of lemons, the pressure on my chest was getting intense, the mounds growing. Knowing that I now had breast tissue, my nipples erecting and hardened.

They were small and perky, and highly sensitive.

The transformation had spread upward, continuing to my shoulders, and down my arms, the sensations travelling along my arms, and to my hands.

I could feel the tingling in my fingers, the digits changing and shrinking, the skin softening, becoming feminine. My hand felt smaller, the skin softer, and the nails longer.

I was getting excited, the changes happening so far were wonderful. The sensations continued up my arms and to my neck, my body was slimming down, my neck becoming thinner and feminine, my jaw and face changing.

My face, it was one of the most strange changes.

My nose and cheek bones changed, my face slimming down and becoming feminine, the masculine jawline vanishing, and the chin becoming smaller. My eyes grew slightly larger, my eye lids changing and becoming daintier, and the skin on my face softening, my eyebrows thinning out. As my race began to shift I could feel my eye lids begin to grow longer and thicker, my eye lashes growing fuller and longer. Taking on an Asian slant, like two beautiful almonds, they began shift from a bright blue to become a deep shade of brown.

My mouth changed, the lips filling out, becoming thinner and softer, and my lips grew slightly larger, the corners turning upwards, forming a small natural pout. My nose gaining an Asian look, and a small button like nose, with the same change occurring to the rest of my body.

I could feel my ears changing, they were shrank very slightly as two pinpricks indicated piercings now present.

I look down at my body, the changes were nearly done, I was now only around 5ft, and I could feel my height had lowered even further, the room around me appearing large. I could see my thighs now with a thigh gap, and my feet and calves were now smooth and dainty, the skin soft.

My pelvis finally started to change, the transformation moving to the very last place.

My groin area, the skin became smoother, and the area around the groin area began to shrink, and I could feel my penis and testicles retracting, a strange sensation, my crotch becoming a vagina, the labia growing from nothing and expanding outward, the labia lips becoming full and soft.

The sensations were traveling downwards, my cock and balls were retracting into my body, and disappearing. My cock shrinking into a nub, and my testicles disappearing, the scrotum shrinking, the skin smoothing and tightening, the area becoming a fully functional pussy, the lips forming.

The sensation of having a vagina was strange, I could feel the new emptiness, the lack of testicles and penis was so alien, but also amazing.

The transformation was almost done.

My puffy pussy growing wet and warm at the knowledge of the final things to come. My breasts finished growing the size of Cantaloupes , ripe fruit that hung from my now petite chest, and my ass finished changing, becoming a firm, bubbly, jiggly rear, and the last thing to change physically was my skin tone, my body colour changing from a pale white to a light bronze, a light tan, a beautiful golden hue of the Thai people.

The transformation was complete.

I was no longer a 40 year old disagreeable man.

I was a 18 year old, cute, Asian, whore.

But my clothes were up next, the transformation starting with my lower half.

The tingling started at the bottom, a sensation spreading up my legs, traveling slowly. My boxers began to tighten, shrinking down, becoming smaller and smaller. I felt the thong dig into my cheeks, and then the elastic around the waist and hips stretched outwards, and began to grow.

As the thong shrunk and stretched outwards, I could feel the front part of the thong digging into my new pussy, and the sensation caused a shiver to run up my spine, the back strings spreading my cheeks so they were visibly outlined against the latex, the transformation causing the thong to shrink further.

The transformation continued upward, the tightening sensation spreading up from my crotch.

My T-shirt was next, the cloth beginning to stretch out.

I could feel the transformation traveling across my body, and the material was stretching, the T-shirt tightening, the fabric becoming more revealing. I could see my midriff as the shirt began to rise, the transformation continuing upwards.

I could feel the sensation spread up from my groin and hips, the t-shirt lifting, the fabric beginning to reveal the skin of my abdomen.

The material rose, and I could feel the air touching my belly, the transformation continuing upwards, the t-shirt rising, the material becoming smaller.

The tightening was reaching my shoulders, and the material had risen just under my bust, taking on a shiny gloss.

My chest began to rise, my new tits pushed up, as the latex shirt was tightening, the material becoming a tube top, a bright pink crop top. The material clung to my figure, and the transformation spread upward, the shirt lifting my tits, becoming tighter as a deep V neck was formed, the V neckline dipping low between the breasts, showing off the cleavage, the material clinging to my figure.

The transformation spread down my legs, the material tightening, the latex leggings turning into thigh high boots.

What was left of my trousers forming into a pair of short shorts, the shorts were tight, and the material became shiny and pale, the fabric stretching and turning into latex, the shorts were tight around my ass, the material clinging to the curves, outlining the ass cheeks.

My arms covered in latex, a pair of latex shoulder length gloves covering the skin, and the rest of the t-shirt had already become a tight shiny crop top.

The transformation finishing as a tight chocker forms around my now petite neck and I stood there, dressed in latex and rubber, the transformation completed, I was now her.

The sensations subsided, and I looked down, seeing myself, I was now her, the girl I saw in my minds eye, the transformation complete.

My brain suddenly felt strange, a weird fog setting in, clouding my thoughts.

"Me head feel strange" I say in a small voice, my words coming out in broken English. A strong Thai accent smothering the words.

The thought of speaking in an Asian accent was strange. It felt alien, but at the same time, right.

"Why I speak like this? Is not make sense"

"My name" I say, the thought of what I used to be was so strange. "I...not remember"

I try and remember who I was before, but the more I tried, the more the thoughts and memories seemed to fade.

"I remember, Mei" I say, a smile forming on my face, a new name, yet it fit. It was like a switch had been pressed in my cranium, flushing away most of my knowledge.

The thought of who I was, Jake, was strange, like trying to remember something from another life, the more I thought about it, I could remember it, yet it felt unimportant.

I could remember who I was before, I just didn’t care right now and that was okay, that was perfect.

I see a handbag, and walk over, picking it up, the transformation had given me everything I needed.

It was filled with a few things.

I take the handbag, and begin to explore, looking around.

I find a mirror and look in, I was no longer a 40 year old white man with dark blonde hair and a short buzz cut, I was now a 18 year old Asian female prostitute, the transformation was perfect. My bag containing a passport and new ID, the ID showing my name as Mei Saetang, an Asian prostitute, my profession and job was listed, the age of 18 years old.

The handbag also contained a few other items, condoms, cigarettes, a small amount of currency and a small makeup kit.

Suddenly the penthouse felt strange to me, no longer belonging, and it felt too expensive for my new form.

"I want to leave" I think (in fluent Thai), looking around. "I should find the elevator"

I leave the room, taking the room keycard and medallion in my new handbag, finding myself quickly adapting to the shoes, the heels and the latex were so comfortable, a natural fit, it was like they were made for me.

I drowned my fear of being seen as my hazy mind reasoned that if anyone saw a Thai hooker leaving the penthouse they would just think I was leaving a customer.

The heels were surprisingly easy to walk in, and as I walked I could feel the latex rubbing on the skin of my thighs, the shorts so tight that every time I walked I could feel the fabric of the latex thong riding into my new pussy.

The elevator door opened, and I walked in, partly glad it was empty yet at the same time feeling strangely like I wished someone was there to observe my new body. Pushing the button to go down, and as I rode the elevator, I could feel the cool air conditioning against my skin, and the feeling of the latex clinging to my skin felt good.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, walking to the exit of the hotel.

The lobby was busy, a lot of people, and the feeling of being stared at, but my hazy mind wasn’t bothered by it, I even could make out some English words that some of them were saying, feeling strange how I only understood the odd word here or there but the word 'slut' and 'whore' were still familiar to my new cortex. I giggled knowing they thought I was a prostitute, one that had just finished with a client who had brought her back to their hotel room.

I felt a sudden surge of wetness between my legs, a damp patch forming on the thong.

Walking out the door and into the street, I knew where to go. I needed to find the redlight district, the night was still young, and I could already feel the excitement and anticipation building, I was going to get fucked a lot, and soon. Noticing how short my new body was, the street seemed a lot bigger, the world around me a lot larger, the men all around me so much taller. Their smell strangely new and strong to my petite nose. Yet strangely it smelt comforting.

As I walked along the streets, the warm evening air brushing against my bare shoulders, I could hear some cat calls and whistles. A sign I was getting close.

It wasn’t long until the crowds parted, and I could see one of Bangkok’s famed locations. The red light district.

It was like entering a whole different world, the smell of sweat and sex.

The sound of music and laughter, the neon lights and the flashing signs, and the many brothels, bars and strip clubs, it was like a dream come true. My heels clicking on the stone pavement as I walked, the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and the sounds of sex.

The street was packed, the sidewalks were crowded with young women, much like myself, the other girls all dressed in skimpy dresses or short skirts and some dressed in lingerie.

They were all prostitutes, and some of the women were standing out in the open, talking to potential customers.

As I walked, a few of the girls glanced over at me, giving me a look only reserved for competition.

Some were even glaring.

The girls all dressed in slutty outfits, they were all working the street, some were standing out on the sidewalk, trying to attract the attention of the male customers, trying to get them to buy their bodies.

And yet I was starting to feel strangely comforted by the scene around me.

A few men looked at me, their eyes scanning my body, and I felt a strange surge of arousal, their stares feeling more and more intense, and a small group of men, wearing smart suits, looking foreign, started to walk over, the sight causing me to stop and smile at them. Internally I had just recognised them as 'foreigners' as though I had always been Thai, causing my nethers to clench even more.

This was it, my first potential customer, I could feel a surge of emotions, a mixture of apprehension, nervousness, fear and excitement, all fighting for control.

What left my mouth as they approached was the most stereotypical possible thing I could imagine a hooker would say.

"Want good time?" I ask them, speaking in broken English, a cute thick accent.

It was the most obvious thing that came to mind.

One of them answered, speaking in English, his words were slightly slurred, he had clearly been drinking.

"Yeah we want a good time, how much is it, you're a cheap one aren't ya, I bet your really loose as well" he laughed.

I smile up at him, fluttering my eyelashes, yet not understanding most of what he said besides the words 'yeah', 'how much ‘and 'cheap'. I lean presenting my chest at the most sensual angle I can for him, feeling him tower over me only making my womb tingle and rev harder.

"Me cheap" I say, a cute giggle, "me do good time, and me very good."

My words were broken and accented, my brain no longer able to speak English fluently, only understanding a little, and what I did understand made little sense. But I did know that the way I was talking likely turned them on no end. My mind telling me men like it when I make myself seem dumber than them.

One of the men leaned in, and whispered into my ear, his hot breath on my skin, sending a shiver up my spine, a strange wave of emotion washed over me as my crotch felt a fire light in it.

"So what can you do for us" the man whispers into my ear, his lips so close to my petite ear, I didn’t really know what he was asking but I assumed it was price.

"Me do good time 500 baht each handsome man" I say, giggling and smiling up at him, my large eyes meeting his.

To them I was just a cute Asian prostitute and they wanted to be serviced by a cute, submissive, young and dumb whore. How lucky for them that’s what I am now.

The man who had whispered into my ear, smiled, and leaned back. Looking at his well dressed buddy before looking back at the petite hooker in front of him.

"Okay 500 baht each, how much for both of us to double team you?"

I smiled up at him, and nodded, "me love you, me give special offer, me take both for 700 baht yes? Me think both very handsome with big cock" my nethers tingles at my own accent and statement, my brain praying it was true.

He grinned, "Deal" he said, "lets go to our hotel, its close"

He took my side and placed a hand on my ass as he lead me away, his friend putting a hand over my petite shoulders

I could feel a strange wetness in my pussy, the thong clinging tightly between the delicate lips.

There was no doubt the men were horny and wanted to fuck me, and I was going to give them a good time, it was my job.

"We have a suite in the Hilton, its just down the road, follow us" the man says, squeezing and leading me my the ass. It was demeaning but it felt so good, like I was being owned and dominated.

The other man was on my right, his hand resting on my petite shoulders, his arm so much larger than mine.

They both lead me away, down the street, to an all to familiar sight.

I could see the hotel, the familiar logo.

Hilton Hotel Bangkok.

The sight sent a shiver up my spine, my mind flashing back, remembering, I was staying there myself, before I had used the medallion, and now I’m being lead to the same place, only as a prostitute.

I was so short, only coming up to the men's chests, and the two were well built, they could easily overpower me, and a strange thought crossed my mind.

I would happily let them.

That was my purpose now, and I could feel a growing excitement and arousal as we walked.

We walked into the building, and the sight of the reception area was one I recognised.

"Hello Sirs, welcome back to the hotel," they are greeted, the receptionist was a middle aged woman. She was dressed in a formal business suit. Her eyes shift down towards me, I could feel her judge me, glaring at me knowing what they would do to me soon enough in the privacy of their room. Clearly disgusted at this girl in front of hers life choices.

The men simply nodded, leading me past the counter and towards the elevators.

The elevator doors opened, and the man with a hand on my ass guided me in, his friend joining us, and the other man pressed the button. The doors closed and the elevator began to move, the feeling of being trapped in a small box with two dominant males was intoxicating, the heat radiating off them was amazing, and my nose could smell the scent of their cologne, it was a musky masculine smell.

The feeling of the soft hand on my ass, slowly kneading the soft flesh through the latex. I let out a high pitch moan. My legs rubbing together involuntarily.

I could feel the juices trickle from my pussy, the thong already damp, and the hand slowly moved downwards, sliding under the short shorts, moving inwards, until a finger brushed against the soft lips, the man's thumb finding the sensitive clit, and rubbing it through the fabric, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

I couldn’t hold it, I had no willpower, my body had been reduced to that of a young woman, and I had no more control.

I moaned loudly, a loud, sensual and girly moan.

I was putty in the men's hands, and I didn’t care, it was what I wanted in that moment.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, and the two men led the way, the one holding my ass leading me by the pussy, his fingers stroking the sensitive bud, as the other walked still had his hands over my shoulder leaning in for a drunken kiss.

I kissed him back, a sensual open mouthed kiss, the alcohol on his breath was strong, but I didn’t mind, my body was on fire, my heart pounding, and I could feel his hand squeeze my shoulder closer before it went under and slid up and under my cropped top.

Breaking the kiss and letting out a gasp, the man's hand found the small, sensitive, perky nipple and he began to play with it, flicking and rubbing.

"Lets get you to our suite baby girl, we'll show you a good time" the man

They lead me to a door, and one of them unlocked it, the man behind me pulled his hand from under the short shorts and pulled the keycard from the pocket.

He opened the door and the three of us entered.

The room was big and luxurious, a huge king size bed in the middle of the room. I gulped, this was really happening, I’m going to be fucked.

The man who was behind me, shut the door, and the man who was at my side, led me over to the bed.

"Take a seat baby" the man says. I look up at him in confusion then watch his gestures, realising that he was commanding me onto the bed.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, my ass feeling like a cushion beneath me, and look up at the men, they are so much taller, so much bigger, and a part of me just wants to give myself up, to be at their mercy, the thought alone making me feel tingly all over.

The two men start to unbuckle their belts and remove their pants, the bulges are so clear, and it's so obvious they are rock hard, they are both wearing smart trousers, and I can tell they are western men, maybe Americans, judging by their appearances, they seem familiar, my mind suddenly resurfacing shaking hands with them but their names no longer came to mind, I had met them at the conference today. they were some big wig executives of some company I had just bought, I had been a multi millionaire CEO, and now I’m reduced to being an unassuming whore in their hotel room.

It was almost a dream come true.

As the two men drop their pants and pull out their cocks, the sight makes me gasp, they are so huge, and so thick.

"Me like" I say, licking my lips, unable to keep my eyes off them. A strange desire id never had surfacing in the moment.

Watching them grow, understanding that it was me that had made them grow. My body, my purpose was to please men, and it was true to purpose, evident by the swollen Falas before me.

The one who had grabbed my ass, the one with the slightly longer hair and darker skin, stepped closer, his cock was so big and thick, it was almost intimidating.

The other got on the bed behind me.

"What’s your name, baby girl?" the man asked.

I look up at him, confused, I had no idea what he was asking, his words seemed foreign and confusing. My arousal in the moment lowering my comprehension further.

"My name" the man in front of me said, repeating the question, "tell us your name"

My brain finally realising what he’s asking.

"Me name Mei" I say, my voice coming out more high pitched, sounding cute.

I smile, and lean forward, the heels making my feet arch up, making me seem even more submissive, I rest a gloved hand on my knees, smiling blissfully dumbly up at him.

He smiles, and leans in, placing a hand on the side of my face, and kisses me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth, the kiss was so intense, the alcohol on his breath less strong than the others, and his hand reached around and cupped the back of my head, pulling me into him, my body, my purpose was to be submissive and obey, and so I gave into the kiss.

Our tongues danced and fought for dominance, his tongue was so dominant, and I could feel a heat inside me.

"Now get on your hands and knees, ill take your pussy and my friend will take pretty little mouth and fuck it" the man says.

The men's commands were so dominant and powerful, and the words made sense to me, I couldn’t remember understand the sounds but the meaning was clear.

I nod, and stand up, turning around and getting onto the bed. I turn around and get onto the bed, onto my hands and knees, presenting myself, I was his, my pussy was his, and my mouth was his friends. All for just 700 baht, the cost of the sex.

The man in front of me slowly edges forward, his one eyed monster staring me in the face, my eyes transfixed on it.

Behind me the client looks down at me grabbing my petite waist, pulling the latex short shorts down, the cool air hitting my bare pussy and its sensitive lips.

"Your such a slut" the man says, his hands on the soft hips before swatting my ass causing it to jiggle pleasantly with a 'Plap' , as the other moves forward, the man's large, swollen, and throbbing member was right in front of my face.

There was no escape, no stopping the inevitable, and all I could think about was pleasing these two men, giving them a good time.

My body was trembling in excitement and anticipation, as I could feel the other man's hands grab my hips, Condom freshly placed , guiding himself up to my puffy rose,, teasing it as he rubs the hard member against my softness. The sensations controlling my whole world, I pull myself back to reality, reminding myself the man in front of me also need attention.

Leaning forward letting out a small moan, kissing its tip between my plump lips.

my huge almond shapes eyes gazing up at him as I stick my tongue out, and run it around the tip of his cock, a strange salty taste. But my body couldn’t get enough.

"Oh fuck" the man groaned, "she is a fucking slut"

I giggle, a high pitch feminine giggle, and move my head forward, kissing the swollen tip before finally engulfing it, careful to avoid touching it with my teeth, and began to suck, slowly bobbing my head, the sensation of having the tip of his cock inside my mouth and the taste, it was like nothing else.

My whole world was now this, to please men, to have men dominate me.

Finally having had enough of the teasing the man behind me plunges in, his condom ribbed member plunging into my wet, tight and delicate pussy.

The sudden sensation, and the feeling of fullness, his cock so much larger than I had anticipated. I let out a loud, girly and pleasurable moan, the sensation almost making me climax. On the spot as I moan on the rod in my mouth, sending pleasant vibrations throughout the man's cock.

The feeling of being penetrated in both holes, the man behind me, his throbbing cock plunging in and out of my pussy, his hands gripping my soft petite waist.

"Fuck she's a slut, you really know how to pick them," the man I was sucking exclaims with a deep grunt

"Yeah, she is the perfect little Asian whore, I tell you man, the women here hit different."

The sound of their voices, their accents, they sounded pleased with my body, only making me more enthusiastic.

"You think her tits are real?"

"Who cares man, her ass is a work of art, I would love to cum on that."

'SLAP' he emphasized the word with a smack of my ass. It didn’t stop, my muscles down below clenching around the member. Massaging it in a fashion only a woman could.

"I'm getting close." the man grunted, his cock twitching and swelling inside me, as if the sensation wasn’t already driving me wild, the sensations and his grunts making it more intense, my own climax rising to meet it. Gazing up at the man in front of me, letting him know I was his in the moment, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Behind I could feel the hot liquid shoot from his cock, the condom preventing any leakage, and I could feel it pulsating inside me. The feeling and his grunts and groans making me reach my own climax, the most intense one of my life. A constant wave of pleasure running through me.

"Me too" the man I was sucking called out.

A pulsating sensation, a swelling before I could feel a warmth on the roof of my mouth and a salty taste, the sensation of the man Cumming, his cock throbbing in my mouth, shooting his seed into my throat, his musk filling my mouth.

I push myself down onto it to its base, making sure not to let it leak. Finally the pulsating stops and I pull myself off it with a gasp. Opening my mouth, my gaze locked with him, showing him my prize.

"Swallow it" the man commands.

And so I do, the sensation strange, the taste not the best but I swallow all of it, the man's essence disappearing down my throat. I finish gulping dramatically before I once again open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out to show him.

"Good girl" he says, his hand petting my jet black hair, the sensation of the touch was nice, his hand moving down and stroking my face. The men get up and one rummages in his wallet, the other pulls the condom off his softening member, smirking before tying a knot in it. Before handing it to me, "for later slut, when your hungry" I don’t understand the words but I take my prize.

The man gets a wad of bills and puts it between my tits.

"Thats a good slut, and we'll see you again if you are still around this week" the man says. I giggle vapidly, being demeaned as the notes are shoved between my tits, the cool paper touching my skin, making me shudder, and I can feel the man's finger stroke the top of my cleavage. Not understanding what he said but having an inkling that I would be seeing them again before the week was over.

My first job complete, I had been transformed and fucked, and I was happy, a feeling of contentment, the money shoved between my tits a sign of a job well done. I was 700 baht richer.

I stood up, taking the wad of money in the middle of my chest and the condom still tied at the end and placed them in my handbag. Quickly shimmying the short shorts back over my caboose, before bowing to the men and strutting out of the room giving them another smile and a wiggle of my hips on the way out.

Walking back towards the elevator, I press the button, the door opening and I step inside, a feeling of happiness, and the feeling of being used. I felt like a woman.

In that moment my mind rushes back to me, my male one. My thoughts rush back to me and I can see it in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes widening. There was a woman, a young Thai prostitute, a hooker, in the elevator mirror, her hair messy and a blush and smile on her dazed face.

The realisation that that was me hit, the realisation that id almost lost control, I scramble with the elevator controls, leaning forward awkwardly in my heels, the short shorts hugging the round and full cheeks of my ass, I had lost control, my mind had been so easily subverted.

The doors opened and I rushed out into the penthouse floor, my key card granting me access, panting as I enter the huge room slamming the door behind me.

I rush towards the bathroom, the huge room, a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, the huge bed and the view through the huge window looking over the city, the skyline at night, pulling out the medallion and willing myself back to how I was before.

A flash and the sensation and sight of me expanding, my clothes tightening before shifting into my old business suit as I return to my form.

My mind returning and I breathe heavily.

I had just turned into a whore and almost lost control, the experience was exhilarating, the transformation was so quick, so instant, I had loved every second of it, the lack of control,

The experience, the sensation, the feelings, and the powerlessness I had felt, the pleasure and the domination by others.

Sweat runs down my wrinkled forehead as I sit up straight, the suit now feeling tight, a discomfort in the front. I unbuckle and loosen the belt, the front of my trousers tenting forward, the tent in my crotch couldn’t be contained as I recall what I had just experienced.

I was me again, I breathe with a sigh of relief.

Yet a nagging sensation pulled at me, seeing the condom still full made something inside me itch for more.

I had to go back. This wasn’t the last time, it was the first.

I had to do this again, it was so intense.

I had a week of the conference ahead of me

This was only the first day, and I was in control, I had a week.

I had a whole week with the medallion, and the thought made me tingle all over.

Id be seeing Mei again soon enough.

[dausy]

Hello 2025. Ive taken a break since the change over to the new year. Not even sure where I left off. I did finish my Daily Drawing Challenge and then just bounced. I had plans for the end of this year. Its a good time for vlog videos. I had plans to do like, another, Christmas artist wish list guide, or favorite art supplies, or year-of-art round up. I wanted to put my daily drawings into book format and possibly print it out for me.

and I just can't seem to get art motivated at the moment. We have been in our townhome for almost 2 months now. I'm halfway through my orientation for my new unit. Normally, Id want to complain about having to work but I had that nice long sabbatical last year. Feel like I gotta work a while before I start complaining I'm tired again. My current job is in a very niche nursing environment thats hard to get into. Since covid, I told myself Id never work full time again for a hospital but this field is so unique, I thought it'd be worth the experience. So I'm pretending its more like school than anything else. I have a couple pretend semesters and I'm done. But it is full time and theres on call requirements. Its 4x10s. Which Ive done before but the hours arent great. 730a-6p. It makes it feel like they're 4, 12 hour shifts and not 10s. So I'm exhausted. When I did 10s years ago it was 5a-330p and sometimes I'd get off early around 130 or 230 and theres a ton of afternoon left to do things. Now, I go to work, come home, fall asleep. Also, its complicated further in that, I may be a little pregnant. I have felt sick this entire time. I feel better now than I did in November. I think the second semester is kicking in but it feels like you're on deaths door all the time.

so in about 6 months, Ill have a nice little mini vacation from work again. I don't qualify for any form of fmla and I'm trying to bank $$ and PTO as best I can until then. I'm hoping I can get a short term disability. I dont know about my ability to bounce back that quick. My husband and I are still talking about our different options on what to do for child care at that point.

but another thing I finished were my 2, 5 year journals. I really wanted to go out and get maybe a single year journal. The 5 year was a huge pain to fill out. Its got some cool stuff in it, I guess, if you consider the world events that have happened in the past 5 years. But filling it out was an ordeal. I kind of wanted to do a single year journal and maybe fill it out in english, spanish and french..and I wanted to pick up an art journal to just do silly waste-paint-no-stress doodles. But lord knows, journals cost a crazy amount these days. I chickened out.

anyway, my husbands birthday is soon. Valentines day is soon. Its a snow-pocalypse right now outside. I'm waiting for warm weather and then maybe we can do some cute pregnant girl site seeing shit.

[virocci]

wahooie

henlo and welcome back to the life update

featuring me,, viola

i dunno how to start so like hehe

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i finished alllll my exams :3 i got 4 days free since exam break so i been chilling :D i acc think i did pretty well on my gr12 exams, i alrdy got my grades for ela back and i got 80 on the written and reading comprehension!! thats acc quite good for me lol, i always usually get like 70 on comprehension so am happy :3 am js kinda nervous cuz it takes a minimum of 3 weeks of chem and math to get posted which suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks :(

i also got new glasses today!! i acc choose them back in december but they took 5 weeks to come back :( i think they got lost in the mail or lab lol.

i have work tmrw and its like 2;30am heehe, i acc have hsr farming for sunday relics rn hehe

since i got THE herta ive been building sunday and surprisingly got some good relics for him :3 my only prblem is that my mini herta is kinda trash ehe. ive been tryna pull for jade by js farming for jades but tis kinda hard since non of my teams r rlly good enough for alotta end game content. i have a problem with pulling only supports lol... i also still havent built rappa and i got her day one of her banner... i kinda regret pulling for her since ion rlly even have a team for her :( i've also looked to see abt building rememberance tb but ill prbly do it at a later time to see if they r needed in meta or smthin.

i also havent touched zzz in a while, i should prbly log on to check up on events and stuff ehe. i am still saving for the vtuber girls and i think i have like 100+ pulls and a guarenteed so am js hopin i have enough :D

side notes:

i got miku in fortnite :3 i got her full set since my brother gifted me two emotes from her pack so now im almost done the music pass and have all her stuff :D

I also have been meaning to play p5 royal again except im js too lazy to use my switch...

AND!!! i found out the dude i befriended on strinova is like 30yrs old (WHICH IS CRAZY) so like idk. if vro tries anything ill js block hehe, i have experience, unfortunately. also strinova's new battle pass is acc so cute, i LOVE the medal u get for completing it, its SOOOOO cute. i think imma end up buying this pass as well when i get to lvl 85 hehe.

anyhoodles,,,

eggrolls texted me :/ he asked me for math notes since he's doin math 30 next sem, i told him id send him the notes but kinda js forgot. he also attempted following me back, i js accepted cuz its wtver. he js annoys me now. he would always talk and try to seem deep but tbh he's kinda shallow. he js tryna seem cool i think... me and my wives have a theory that he has some self esteem issues and that js makes his self value be placed in his gf. i wouldnt be surprised if it was his gf who told him to js ghost me. still sucks but who cares ig. i think i'll send him the notes later, am too lazy rn.

my sleep schedule has gone to shit again :( ive been going to bed at 4am everynight, its rlly bad... i shud prbly be going to sleep earlier but i feel like im always up and js not tired :p

tbh the weather has been so shitty, and ive been feeling so shitty. its like so bleh to even do anything... i need to clean out my backpack for the new sem but i havent even done it yet and ion even know where tf my classes are :,) im js NOT looking forward to having to make new friends :( i js hope the ppl in my classes r decent ehe.

oh yahhhh, after my math final i walked in like -20°C (or smthin) to the mall hehe. i called my mom the entire way i walked, it was cold but i was able to go through a hospital nearby to warm up :> when i was there i got a rlly cute tokidoki blindbox figure (it was from the gems set, i got topaz) and like a flocked kirby mini figure with a hot topic giftcard i got from christmas :D I also bought an aventurine (AVENTURINE MY LOVE I LOVE AVENTURINE) keychain from makers as like a reward for doing exams for myself :3

anywayz, am too tired to continue, i duped enough info lol

im kinda excited for sem2 but also kinda scared cuz like ion have classes with any of my friends unfortunanty :( but that js means i have to talk to ppl which kinda sucks hehe

byebye now :3

song for u bcuz ur kool :D