bijou’s house

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

[siabijou]

masterlist~

-Obey Me Fics

Barbatos x Reader “When You Found Me”

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Mammon x (fem)Reader “In Rubies”

OM boys x Reader “Aftermath”

Belphie x (fem)Reader NSFW “Breaking, Melting”

-Obey Me Headcanons

You accidentally send the brothers a nude pic

A prank goes wrong and swaps the brother’s sins

-Obey Me Drabble

Asmo Feels

[tokyduffy]

Delusional First encounter

[oceangaze]

Caldarus is down bad.

Caldarus x f.Reader. nsfw. minors do not interact.

cw: dragon hybrid x f.Reader. mate biting.

Shirtless, Caldarus lies on his back while you lean over him to tuck a strand of hair behind his pointy ear. A whirlwind of yearning slices through him. You are the anchor fastening him to this world through each day of bitter loneliness. Always an outsider looking in, his once looming presence has been distilled to a whispering breeze. Sometimes he wonders if he exists at all. His stomach is a bubbling pot when you’re away. He can’t do it. Another night alone mourning the loss of you. Darkness is closing in. He grabs your wrist.

“Please, stay.” The trees outside groan as the wind combs their leaves. He lies on his side and lifts the stack of opulent blankets to make space for you. You slip off your shoes and crawl into bed next to him. The mattress sighs. His arm rests, curling around your waist. To hold you without hurting you, he’s trimmed his claws. Moonlight casts long shadows that tango across the floor. The soft trill of the forest plays like a soothing violin.

His long, musical fingers trace the curve of your nose and a sensation in his chest beats like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings. A shiver of longing creeps up his spine. He kisses your nose—and when you don’t pull away—he kisses your mouth. The taste of tea lingers on his breath. Like a stretch of cloth being undone by a single thread, he’s unraveling. His warm tongue slides along your bottom lip. You whimper in surprise. He gently pulls back to ask if you’re alright.

“Yes, it’s just,” you touch his mouth, “your tongue has ridges.”

“Is that bad?” Dread slithers in his stomach.

“No,” you’re quick to reassure him. He admires how bright your eyes shine in the dark and thinks: Has he frightened you? Should he slow things down to make you more comfortable? Often, when he’s lonely in bed it soothes him to think about his day.

“How was your day?” In circles, he rubs your back with his thumb.

“Good,” you say. He stays quiet, staring softly. “I went to Balor’s cart for supplies, and it was nice to see him.” A prickle like an irritated sigh sweeps through him. Embers of jealousy flicker. An emotion so new to him, he doesn’t know what to make of it. “And Eiland stopped by and wanted to talk about the artifacts I donated to the museum.” The embers burn bright.

“But they are not your mate.” His tail slides across the sheets and winds itself around your calf, and in a fluid decisive jerk his tail drapes your leg over his hip.

“No, they aren’t.” You grin, amused. He doesn’t understand what his mate thinks is so funny, but his thoughts loosen and crumble when you stroke the top of his left horn. An incandescent shiver washes over him.

“I am your mate,” he emphasizes. The ache stiffening his cock punctuates his statement.

“You are.” You move your hand from his horn to the back of his neck and kiss him. Your bodies flush against each other, you feel his substantial length. You break the kiss with a small gasp. He watches surprise flash in your eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he says while cupping your chin, “I won’t hurt you.” His second dragon heart shifts its focus to sending blood to his cock. The rush of it makes his dick pulsate. He squeezes your thigh, cradling his hip, and kisses you again. Deeper.

His mouth moves to your neck. The small pining noises you make dissolve him like a sugar cube in water.

“Do you know what mates do?” he asks. Uncertain because he doesn’t know much about human customs. He only knows the flurry of mating season. Do humans have a heat? He wonders while recalling the tinge of pink creeping up your neck. Your shallow breath. But if you were in heat you would have already presented for him.

“I do,” you chuckle, “but would you like to show me?” His orange eyes burn like matches.

“I would, but you are wearing far too many clothes.”

“Do you want me to take them off?”

“I think you know that I would,” he says.

“Ok, you’ll have to let go of me then.” You wiggle your leg that’s entwined with his tail.

“Only if you no longer speak of other men in my bed.” His tail’s hold becomes firmer, but not tight. You arch your brows and he playfully mimics you.

“I didn’t realize you were so jealous,” you tease. Caldarus huffs, indignant.

“Jealous? I do not know what that is. If it means I do not wish to share you at all times, then yes, I am very jealous.”

“I only want you,” you reassure him softly, and he releases his hold on your leg.

Wriggling under the blankets, you take off your clothes. He’s not sure if lifting the covers to see your body will upset you, so he settles for seeking glimpses of your naked body while you undress. When you’re done you lie on your side, facing him. His eyes caress yours.

“I’m not familiar with human matings, and I don’t want to disappoint you,” he admits, blushing.

“How do dragons mate?” You touch a strand of hair framing his face and let it slip through your fingers. His shoulders relax in response to your touch.

“A female in heat would present by bending over and baring—“

“That’s not quite,” you stammer, flustered by his candidness. His shoulders tense.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s that,” you sigh, hoping you can give your dragon a solid sex education. “Humans usually kiss and touch before—you know how to, uh, connect our bodies, right?” He nods, still tense.

“You will present for me, and I will press my cock into your soft cunt.”

“Humans don’t present, but everything else,” you swallow thickly, “sounds about right.”

“How will I know when you want my cock?”

“I’ll tell you,” you explain. “But first, we kiss and touch.”

“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs. The two of you explore each other’s mouths at a languid pace. He squeezes your breast. Soft and squishy in his grasp. His thumb swipes your nipple. You moan. He has an idea: His mouth would feel better than his hand. He thinks of how clever he is, and if any human has thought of this before. You squeeze the back of his neck as his ridged tongue swirls around your peaked nipple. He sucks on your breasts like he’s licking his claws clean after a tantalizing dish. Your low howl penetrates the air between you; he hopes he will remember the sound for the rest of his life.

He breathes in a scent so distinguishably you. Determined to find where it’s coming from, he searches your body. Hovering over you, pulling the covers away, and kissing your skin as he seeks it out. Between your legs, he senses it the most. All he wants to be is drenched in the scent of his mate. He pulls your legs apart and opens his mouth to taste you. With heavy, loving intent he kisses your pussy.

His textured tongue slides across your clit and your legs shiver with ecstasy. Drawn out broken whimpers jump into existence and fall like mist fading.

Your legs shake when his tongue touches a bead of skin at the peak of your cunt. He notices, and is sure to keep doing it. The wriggle of your body and sounds you make send a flood of excitement coursing through his veins. He’s the hardest he’s ever been. You speak, but he can’t make out the words because he’s too absorbed in the task at hand.

“I’m ready,” you repeat. Louder. Breathing hard.

“Ready?” he questions as your meaning dawns on him. He looks at your pussy, the ribbons of skin like petals. It’s small, and he knows he’s big. To see how much you can take, he’d like to put a finger inside you. But he’s too afraid of hurting you with his claws. He thinks about what to do.

“I’m ready for you,” you say. From his perch between your thighs, molten heat glazes his eyes. He knows what to do. He’ll take you slowly, and if you can’t take all of him, he’ll appreciate giving you what he can.

He lies down on his side and pulls you close to him. Cupping your chin, he gives you a passionate kiss. To give him easier access to your body, he wraps his tail around your leg and props it up in the air. Tracing every soft curve with his eyes, he admires the valley of your body.

He pulls down his pants and holds his throbbing cock. Like he did with his tongue, he drags the tip of his dick across your petals of skin. He pets your clit with his tip and demure mewls drift from your throat like threads of smoke. His cock throbs, practically panting at the thought of you. A tiny part of him wishes he didn’t have to be so slow. So patient. But all of him wants you to enjoy every minute he’s inside you. He wants that more than anything else.

The glazed film of pleasure screening your face is all the encouragement he needs; he sinks the head of his cock in your wet cunt. The sound of your pleasure echoes throughout his body like a cymbal being struck. He sinks further into you, and your silken path yields to him. Molding itself around him. Adjusting. He’ll fit. The weight of his worries drop.

“Please, Caldarus,” you beg, “more.”

Your body shifts to receive the pleasure of his tight fit as he roots himself inside you. Each inch creates a chasm of rapture. Your mind flooded with a bliss so strong its ache is almost painful. Absentmindedly you strum your clit like a harp while he fucks you. Determined to savor every drop of this ethereal pleasure.

Fully inside you, he pauses. His dick throbs inside you, and he thinks if he thrusts he’ll cum. You rub your clit while he watches. His body is warm to the touch. Your legs shake like the warbled moans you make, and the smell of your excitement is so strong he can taste it on his tongue.

He’s mesmerized by your flushed chest rising and falling. Your moans becoming a roar. You scream his name over and over as your body flickers. And then, you’re still. His cock pants inside you, wanting more. Out of breath, you sink into the sheets. Not sure what’s happening, he worries.

“Are you ok?” he says. You lift your hand from your clit and stroke his cheek.

“I finished and you should too.” It takes him a moment to calculate your meaning. When he does, he gives you a determined nod.

He can’t imagine anything more pleasurable than seeing your beautiful face while fucking you, so he switches positions. The familiarity of your features an endless comfort to him.

He buries his face in your neck while he thrusts. Your hands explore his back, his hair, and his sensitive horns. Suddenly, you grab both his horns in your hands. A bolt of divine euphoria grips him mercilessly. Unable to think clearly, he bites down on your shoulder and marks you with his mate bite. The endorphins from his bite send you into the heady spiral of a second orgasm. An impossible lightness spreads in your chest as a bond forms. The glow of your dragon’s happiness shines through it. You’re not sure what’s happening. Everything feels like a dream.

He cums. Slowly, he releases you from his mouth’s grip. The newly formed bond thrums in his chest, and his markings will soon be yours too. Claiming you as his mate.

He smiles, knowing part of his mate will live inside him forever.

A tribute to my favorite dragon.❤️

[mothcub]

My heavenly vessel.

[13rurururi]

♡ミ Married Life with Husband! Haganezuka Hotaru (Haganezuka x Reader SFW)

featuring six moments that will make you fall in love with him all over again

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content: SFW (but there's one suggestive line), fluff, domestic life, etc.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is a surprisingly doting lover who is never ashamed to let the world know about your love-filled union.

"My wife—"

At Hotaru's 16th use of the word 'wife,' Kotetsu begins to feel his thoughts blur into anything but the unending spew of Haganezuka's wife-related stories. The young boy feels grateful that the hard-headed smith found a life partner; however, Kotetsu's patience is falling short, and he definitely does not want to know about your 10-month anniversary dinner.

Kotetsu feels a brief sigh of relief against his mask when Kanamori strolls inside the quiet teahouse. "Ah, Haganezuka-san and Kotetsu-shounen!"

Kotetsu sees Haganezuka swivel his head to face his younger colleague, and without missing a beat, he uses 'wife' for the 17th time in that very hour.

"My wife's birthday is coming up. She keeps telling me not to get her anything, but I'll be damned if I don't." Haganezuka regards Kanamori with a short nod.

"Oh, my En-chan says the same! Regardless, I'll gift her at least a bouquet of flowers. Just this other day, I came home to give her a—"

At this point, the two men were in a whole new dimension, exchanging stories about their married life. Kotetsu once again begrudgingly thanks the heavens for allowing Haganezuka to be passionate about something other than swords, but he feels himself sink onto the table as he thinks,

"There are two of them now..."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never fails to come home to you with a gift in hand, letting you know that you are always on his mind, no matter how hectic the forge gets.

"Here," he firmly places a haphazardly wrapped present on your palms. Your body jolts at the sudden weight on your arms, and you blink up at him in curiosity. "Open it."

"Hotaru," you cutely drawl out the last syllable of his name with a pout, shaking your head at your husband's stubbornness. Your lover is a gift-giver; after all, he is a maker of many marvelous blades and trinkets. In the earlier months of your relationship, he would court you with handmade jewelry, even if you bashfully tried to tell him that you'd appreciate even just simple quality time.

Lightly blushing from the adorable glint in your eye, he repeats himself, "Open it." You do just that, and you find yourself faintly gasp in wonder at a welded flower with the most intricate design he's done yet. It's made entirely out of shiny steel, reflecting your mesmerized expression on the metallic petals as you softly caressed the pattern on the leaves.

"Flowers die too quickly," he purses his lips — a mannerism he does whenever he feels shy — and turns his body to the side. "This one should last forever."

At a loss for words, you opt to kiss him meaningfully on his his blushing cheek. "I love it."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is still as stubborn as ever. He sometimes overworks his muscles until they are cramped and tense, so you — his beloved — offer to alleviate his pains with a soothing massage. He loves it.

You see Haganezuka roll his shoulders for the 5th time that morning. The crinkle of his brows seems to furrow deeper in silent aggravation.

Silently sighing, you embrace him from behind, letting your palms press firmly on his broad shoulders. This makes him groan in a mix of pain and relief, confirming that he is under discomfort.

"You never tell me when you're hurting," your breath is against his back, and you continue to massage his hard muscles.

"It's nothing that'll drag me away from smithing." His prideful quip makes you lightly slap his shoulder in annoyance, and it only makes him bark out a chuckle.

"Let me take care of you, okay?" You tip his head towards yours and bat your eyes in an attempt to persuade him. "Let's get you to bed."

Hotaru merely huffs as his lips form a suggestive smirk. "Fine, but you know I'd want to take care of you, too, my love."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA will never want to prolong your arguments and misunderstandings. He may be a prideful and headstrong man, but he acknowledges your side and your feelings, even if a little begrudgingly.

The moment your husband raises his voice at you, you turn away and head to a separate room, urging yourself to regain composure as you blink away your tears.

You're aware that he doesn't mean any harm with his gruff shouts — it's more of a habit he developed due to his social ineptitude — but you can get caught up in a flurry of petty disagreements and feel saddened by his misdirected rage.

Knock, knock, knock.

You hear knuckles softly knock on the thin wooden door of your shared bedroom. Muttering a soft 'come in,' you wipe the residual tears from your face while Hotaru stalks towards you and joins you on your Western-style bed.

"I'm sorry," he exhales through his nose as he hesitantly wraps an arm around you. To his relief, you completed the embrace and snuggled close to his chest. "You're right. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at the vendor, even if he did look at you for far too long—"

"Hotaru," you cut him off in a scolding tone. "Having you beside me is enough to ward off any danger."

You gaze deeply into each others' eyes. "Just stay by my side, and we'll be fine." You softly kiss his parted lips.

Hotaru only sighs one more time. "Okay."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is protective, and his concern for your safety is immeasurable and genuine. He'll cease his work and come join you if you wish to go somewhere during the evening. You'll never feel lonely with him as your lover.

"Where are you heading?"

You feel yourself faintly jump at the sound of your husband's voice. You gaze at him as he shifts from his usual spot in the forge, a half-finished katana laying behind him.

He's been engulfed in his craft for the past 3 hours, staying completely silent and diligently focused on smithing; you simply didn't expect him to do anything else for the next few hours.

"I just want to walk outside for a while," you begin to open the sliding door to exit, but your movements are ceased when you see Haganezuka fully stand up from his station and walk towards you.

"Darling, you still have a sword to finish—"

"It's nearly nighttime. Don't be stupid." You try to protest but he stays rooted by your side. "I'm not leaving you alone."

With a bemused huff, you find yourself smile at the bulky masked man walking next to you.

You definitely feel much safer with Hotaru.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never leaves your home or sleeps without telling you he loves you. He shows it through his actions, but he regards the simple words as devoted declarations he will never forget to remind you of.

Haganezuka rises from slumber before the sun even fully peaks through the valley. It's part of his dedication to his duties as a swordsmith — the only downside is how he barely gets to spend slow mornings with you.

After firmly wrapping his scarf over his head, he stares at your sleeping figure behind his Hyottoko mask, and he feels nothing but rampant swirls of adoration and love.

He sits down next to you, his weight causing you to stir in your sleep. Lifting his battered and calloused palm towards your cheek, he caresses you softly with a smile behind his mask.

"I love you, and I cannot imagine a world without you." He adjusts his mask and kisses your forehead. "I love you."

Before he can entirely leave the bed, he feels your gentle grip tug on his arm. He looks at your smiling, half-asleep face as you whisper,

"I love you, too, Hotaru." You beckon him for another kiss, and he dips down to do just that.

At that moment, Haganezuka was certain — there won't ever be a life where you wouldn't be reborn as each others' lovers. He swears in his heart that he shall always be yours, as long as you allow him to be.

a/n: I miss Haganezuka a lot. Have some domestic fluff of him! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! ☆

[etherealspacejelly]

i think we should all start using arabic words and phrases more often because its a beautiful language and also theres not really. english equivalents that have the same vibes

theres also the comedy potential of it. you guys dont know the joy of having your muslim friend text you "hopefully the racists in our city will all get sick and cant go to the protest" and you, as a pasty white guy, responding with "inshallah they get covid"

its a one hit KO every time. its fucking hilarious. theres no english word that has the same effect.

he also once texted me that he got over a mysterious illness he came down with (i think? i cant remember the exact context) and i responded with "subhanallah he is cured"

again, one hit KO. he lost his shit.

what im saying is we gotta normalise arabic. its just a language like any other, and it has some great words. its just like saying "thank god" or whatever, but theres so much variety and nuance. its beautiful

[silly-demon]

what do inshallah and subhanallah mean so I could potentially use em in the correct situations? And potential words I could use?

[etherealspacejelly]

OK LETS DO THIS

disclaimer i am not arab or muslim and i dont speak arabic but @frogofalltime has explained these words to me and says im using them correctly lmao

inshallah - "if god wills it". like an "i hope this happens" kind of thing. remember the finding nemo poster "inshallah they find him" meme if that helps. used in future tense.

mashallah - "god has willed it", used when something good happened. can be used to denote awe about an event or person. used in past tense.

alhamdulillah - essentially "thank god" or "praise be to god". like mashallah and inshallah but stronger, and can be used in any tense (i think). he will be baked soon alhamdullilah

subhanallah - "glory be to god". like alhamdullilah but stronger. used for when something almost miraculous happens!

those are all the ones i remember off the top of my head im sure binya can add more (and also confirm whether ive got my translations right)

[frogofalltime]

mashaallah robin my faithful student you translated and explained all of this so well :0

there's also astaghfirullah which means "i seek forgiveness in god" which you use when you or someone else does something haram (forbidden / sinful / wrong). tbh we use it in a lot of jokey contexts like if someone swears in a conversation you can call them out like "astaghfirullah haram !"

and bismillah which means "in the name of god" which you can use before doing something, we often use it before doing a difficult thing like when you are struggling to open a bottle or something lmao. or you can say it when someone falls or drops something or gets injured. idk

[headspace-hotel]

appalachians need this they will be unstoppable

[maniculum]

There’s definitely something to doing a mix-and-match with semantically-similar rural-American colloquialisms. I think “Inshallah and the creek don’t rise” has a nice ring to it.

[headspace-hotel]

Lord that rolls off the tongue so good 😭

[loreshonour]

⋆˚࿔ pilot!gojo whenever you're on his flight

tags. established relationship. married life. lovesick!gojo. soft!gojo. married & in love. domestic fluff. ⋮ author's note. i got this idea right before i went to bed and wrote it out in the morning, sorry if anyone's already done this!! i'm actually so happy i made this stop (..◜ᴗ◝..) ⋮ word count. 0.9k ⋮ art credit. 3vangel1ne_

Pilot!Gojo who always comes out to greet you before boarding begins, in order to make sure you don't need anything. A slightly smug smirk plastered on his face, which shows he's more than happy to show you off. 

A white collared shirt, clean and pristine, tailored black trousers, a belt that’s snugly wrapped around his hips, showcasing his slim waist. A double-breasted suit jacket making his broad shoulders squeeze uncomfortably against the fabric. White hair tousled as if he's been running his fingers through it, and he still looks like the most handsome man you've ever encountered, sadly enough, because he knows it, too.

“Hey,” he greets, the corners of his lips tugging up into a wide smile. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and once he's bent over a bit, he’ll press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “You’re looking so pretty.”

Pilot!Gojo who doesn't hesitate to make a heartwarming PA announcement over the intercom to acknowledge your presence. And since, in all honesty, it’s Gojo we’re talking about, it never happens casually.

“Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen,” an overly energetic voice will call out over the intercom, which alone is enough to make people look up. Then, in a subtle, arrogant tone, “This is your captain speaking. There is nothing more I'd like than to direct your attention to row ten. You might've noticed the beautiful woman sitting there—”

By that point, you're already sinking back into your seat, cheeks reddening and eyes turning downcast to avoid noticing the laughter in other passengers' eyes. 

“—who I am blessed to call my lovely wife.”

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” you whisper to yourself when he keeps babbling on and on about your beauty, and you're certain the guy next to you is thinking the same as you. His wife, on the other hand, has hearts forming in her eyes, finding it overly sweet. 

“I’m sorry for not taking out the trash this morning, baby—”

By the time he gets to the end, stopping with, “I love you,” you're feeling too embarrassed to look up. There’s some clapping, shared laughter, and once you get off the plane, speak some sense into him, maybe after, you too will find it funny.

Pilot!Gojo who thinks he's being discreet when he tells the cabin crew to occasionally check up on you, but in reality, nothing with him is ever subtle or kept on the low.

Every gesture belonging to him is grand, over the top, never deemed simple. They check in every twenty minutes, bring you things you weren't even aware they had on aeroplanes, and the care you receive feels as if you're being treated like pure royalty on its own.

Pilot!Gojo who manages to let you stay with him in the company-provided hotel accommodations without any complaints. 

Since he's away a lot, he's found that throwing money at the problem has never truly worked with you. After approximately five years of marriage, he's proud to say he's mastered the art of figuring out you like spontaneous getaways instead. 

If he's in a certain place for twenty-four to seventy-two hours, he’ll make sure to recharge the first night if it was a long flight. The day after, however, he’s planning a sightseeing trip, followed by an overly romantic dinner he triumphantly planned himself.

You better believe he's wooing you from top to bottom, wining and dining, lingering touches, soft kisses, gentle hands roaming over your curves, as if he's allowing himself to remember what the world feels like when he’s holding it in his hands.

A magnetic pull of some sort, a solid and grounding feeling to hold you close again. Your breath fanning against his cheek, the short hairs on his neck immediately straightening, like he's been hit on impact. 

“I missed you,” he’ll tell you when the world has gone quiet, and the dimmed lamps of the fancy hotel room are the only lights still turned on in the dead of night. 

“I missed you too,” you softly smile, hand cupping his cheek, thumb pressing down on the warm skin. Your legs are resting on his lap, your left foot pressing against his thigh, meanwhile with the right one you're tapping out an irregular rhythm, a song he can't place.

His shoulders will relax for the first time in approximately twenty-four hours, eyes briefly falling shut, lips parting ever so slightly, “Mhm,” he deeply hums, bright blue eyes opening again, taking in your every move. “You’re pretty.”

You chuckle, pushing him away, not getting any farther, since he's already pulling you back on top of him, “You tell me that all the time.”

His voice gets bashful when he's like this, a way that you're not used to when it comes to him. Satoru is everything that represents being loud. From the way he thinks, to the way he speaks, from his massive ego to his constant absence of seriousness. 

But here, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll allow his light to dim. No pressure of the people around him, judging stares and whispers disappear the moment you lock any door when you're in a room with him. 

So, it’s there, barely recognisable, sweet and sheepish—one hand on your waist while the other fiddles with his wedding ring like he can't believe you're truly his—but it’s him, nonetheless. In the depths of time, even if he were to be someone else entirely, you think you'd still be able to recognise him.

“I tell you all the time because I mean it all the time.”

© loreshonour — don't repost, translate, or copy any of my works.

[foxgirltail]

I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery

[link to the Reddit post]

[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled "My girlfriend made me realize I'd be happier as a woman". it reads as follows:

I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.

Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said "you know I think you'd make a pretty girl" we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.

Cut to a few night's ago she asked why I've been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said "alright let's do this " and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with "Baby you know I'm bi, guy or girl you're still mine." Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.

Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn't. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear "well Jessie, you look beautiful." And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.

I'm nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let's just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.

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[insomnivamp]

there’s an update!! 

[link]

[ID: A screenshot of a Reddit post from r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled “I went out as Jessie for the first time and I was honestly surprised”. The screenshot reads: Hello everyone, this is an official follow up to my previous post that went viral and caught me off guard.

So me and my girlfriend, (Who has officially agreed to disclose her name lol) Emily, had gone shopping for me to get me outfits and the like. Earlier today i put on one of those outfits and officially faced the world as Jessie for the first time.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. We went to our local mall and I was almost shaking, thankfully Emily calmed me down and said if anyone said anything mean to me she'd handle it, then playfully threw up her hands like a boxer lol. We stepped inside and started walking around going in stores and I noticed something, no one was staring. Like at all. I live in an area that still has issues with LGBTQ people so I was afraid of staring or aggressive people. But none of that happened. People greeted me, the store workers were kind and nobody looked at me like I was weird. I felt comfortable, and Emily even said she saw someone check me put, though i doubt that.

This was unbelievable to me and honestly I felt like myself. I feels nice that I can go out without worrying about Judging eyes.

To all the supporters of my previous post thank you, you have made me happy. Ill keep this account going to let you join me in my journey and once I'm confident enough I'll post up some pics of me and Emily too :) end ID]

[foxgirltail]

I'd much rather people reblogged this version of the post than any other at this time btw

[anagramofbrat]

Honestly crying right now. Wherever Jessie and Emily are at this moment, I hope they're doing well.

[emilytheslayer]

This is so similar to my wife's story I'm smiling and crying at the same time. I love it every time someone realizes they can live as their authentic self.

[illumiiiz]

cannot even begin to explain how excited I am to see this whole scene animated

[drawinggheys]

drew mr gris rubion <33

[pukicho]

I’m literally in my beast form going to bed

[pukicho]

[pukicho]

Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.

[twentychildreninawashingmachine]

i thought they were bees.

[pukicho]

oh my fucking god. oh my god. it can't possibly look like that to you

[omtai]

there is nothing lemon squeezy about any of this

[peakypixie]

rainy day & first love

✧ day 1 & 2 || prompt(s): first love & rainy day || @swoon-june 2026 ✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral) ✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers, first love ✧ word count: 398 ✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3

"Well~ what about you, y/n? Who was your first love?"

Tetia sits across the dining table from you, her eyes glittering with curiosity, her chin resting cozily in her hands. The corner of your mouth twitches.

We really don't need to talk about that.

"Ah, you know… it was so long ago, I couldn't say, really."

Breakfast at Qifrey's atelier rarely went by without incident. Whether it's Coco causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Agott telling her off for the aforementioned ruckus, or Richeh further provoking them with some cute crystalline spell, there was always some manner of wacky conversation occurring at the same time. Unfortunately for you, the topic this particular morning had somehow turned to discussing the adult witches' childhood crushes, and the girls weren't about to take no for an answer.

Rain patters on the windows, accentuating the silence that had followed your wishy-washy response. Tetia's eyes narrow in clear suspicion, and you quickly dart your eyes away from her.

How Qifrey and Olruggio escaped this round of questioning unscathed is beyond you.

The problem is not that you don't recall the answer.

The problem is that the answer is sitting across the room from you.

You steal a glance.

Olruggio looks exhausted.

His eyes have those telltale shadows under them, the ones that give away yet another night's sleep lost to work. You suppress a sigh. No amount of nagging him to get to bed will ever get through to that man.

As if he could sense your presence, Olruggio looks up from his tea. The corners of his lips tug upwards, his gaze knowing (and mocking), and you instinctively respond by pulling a silly face.

Right.

Your first love.

You'd spent so many years thinking of Olruggio as your best friend that it was always hard to pin down the moment you realized you were head over heels. It hadn't been clear to you as children or teens, but by the time you two had reunited at the atelier, your heart had quietly made up its mind.

Across the way, Olruggio's eyes, still locked on to you, soften. There's a small, familiar smile forming on his lips, although in true Olruggio fashion, he quickly brushes away his feelings with his sleeve, and returns to his tea with a flustered grumble.

Yes, your first love.

And perhaps all your loves after that, too.

[azulhamsandwich]

BELPHEGOR IS FINALLY DONEEE

[tragicburnout]

i’m a lover, a yearner, and a freak

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

[cyberbae]

Be good for daddy or else

[cyberbae]

Be good for daddy or else

[hardwrench]

so baby hold me closer in the toast slot of your toaster