Congratulations! You found me! I'm in my 30's and a fandom mom. She/her pronouns. And this blog is a safe space for all. Occasionally NSFW. I'm Candyholic85 on AO3 and Aggressively Hospitable on Fanfiction.Net.
hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that
thinking about all the ways u can talk dirty to a pregnant partner before they start to show,,,,,,
āoh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didnāt already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.ā
āsoon youāll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now itās just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.ā
āyouāre already glowing, look how flushed you are.ā
āpoor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse itās going to get.ā
āthatās right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.ā
āgod your pussy feels even better now that iāve claimed your womb. itās like your body knows itās all mine.ā
āof course iāll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.ā
āyou want my cum sweetheart? go on. ask for it. tell me you wanna be filled with the cum that bred you.ā
it takes years to develop your craft. do not romanticize the idea of an āovernight successā. be a student. grow organically. get really good. hate your work. start over. find new ways to express the same ideas. the student becomes the master. your time will come.
Since my beloved wife got a breast reduction we have a nightly ritual where I smear goop (anti-scar cream) on their incision lines. The first goop we had was from the surgeon's office and it was a silicone base that was pretty nice, but did have a tendency to build up a residue afterward. We asked the office about buying more and they pretty much said to get whatever as long as we were getting something on it. They also told us theirs was a "spendy" $50 which we didn't think was that bad.
So my wife bought a different product ($30) and we were both put out that it came in such a small tube for the price. We decided we'd use it up before going back and getting the first goop again, even if it was more expensive. We did like that the small tube didn't have any residue afterward, but for the price we paid it still seemed like a rip off.
We have been. So wrong.
The tube has appeared like it should be empty for weeks. Yet every night, we convene in the bathroom for nightly goop. I hold out my finger and my wife squeezes the tube. Every night, there is enough.
When we first thought it was almost done we bought another tube. Even if it didn't last as long we liked that there wasn't a residue with it. But now that the first one still isn't empty it's clearly very good bang for our buck, because it is frankly staggering both of us that we still keep getting more out of what appears to be an empty tube.
Early on I joked it was a Hanukkah miracle but at this point eight days was over last month and we're gonna have to make a new holiday to liken this phenomenon to because this is the energizer bunny of goop.
Every night now we wait with bated breath to see if this is finally the end of its supply. Every night, there is plenty. I told my wife it would be funny if I were secretly filling it a little bit to keep a long prank going but honestly the opening is so goddamn tiny that we couldn't possibly fill it on our own. We shall see when it's reign ends, but either way, we definitely got our money's worth.
"You're too big," you whimper as he maneuvers you on top of him.
He squeezes your hips. "You wanted this. You wanted to be fucked until you cry, remember?"
"Yes, butā"
"Look at how wet you are." The sultry voice of the incubus teases you. "Leaking all over my cock."
You squirm with embarrassment, but all that does is rub your sensitive pussy against his shaft. He purrs at the sensation, giving your hips a lazy tug back and forth, grinding you against him. It's not just his cock that's big. He's almost twice your size, with hands that can manipulate you into any position he wants.
"Come on, princess. Ride me," he coaxes, giving your nipples a flick.
"S-stop." You shiver.
"Why? Are you embarrassed that I'm all you dream about? That every night you welcome me into your dreams just so I can fuck a couple orgasms out of you?" His voice is mocking, tender, and amused all at once.
You start moving to shut him up, bracing your hand on his belly to give yourself the leverage to rock your hips the way you want. He swallows hard, staring up at you.
"Am I the only one you come to?" You ask, panting.
"Why? Want to make this exclusive?" He smirks, the tip of his tail caressing your arm, then sneaking up to gently circle your neck.
You throw your head back, baring your neck to him.
"Yes, I'll sign a contract."
He growls at that. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I do. I like the way you make me cum, so I want to keep you forever."
His cock throbs inside you, and now you're the one teasing him.
"You'll do anything for me, won't you?" you coo. "Look at you, soft as putty in my hands."
The next sharp thrust of his hips reminds you that he's not all soft, and you topple bonelessly onto his chest.
"Fuck me," you moan, and he does. He knows exactly how to make you cry and beg.
The dream ends the way it always does, with you startling awake in the middle of the night with a mess between your legs. No matter how many nights in a row it happens, you always wake up feeling refreshed. Today is no different. After breakfast, you're getting ready for a morning walk when there's a knock at your door. You open it to find a familiar figure standing outside. He looks so normal in jeans and a cozy-looking sweater that you can almost overlook the horns and claws and sweeping tail. It's him. Your incubus.
Your eyes grow wide.
"Oh myā"
He scoops you into a hug and spins you in a circle.
"I brought the contract," he says.
You pull him inside and go scrounging for a pen to sign it, but before you can get one, he's throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. You're laughing too hard to speak, but you're definitely not complaining.
There is a downside to having a job that largely involves standing perfectly still and silent without distraction for multiple hours on end and I think a big one for me is confirmation that staying up too late / having an injury / getbeing stressed etc. does ABSOLUTELY make u stupid
so today a public health official guy came into my class to give a lecture on disaster awareness and he was talking about house fires and mentioned that the reason people most likely die during a house fire is because they refuse to leave their pet inside or they go back to get their pet. and right when he said this my friend immediately turned his head and looked at me and in that moment I had the most complete and genuine acceptance take over my body. I would 100% in front of my family and Jesus himself walk straight back into some raging inferno that was once my house to go get my fat cat. I nodded back
the best part of this post is reading all the tags from animal people who would also go back to save their pets. like no hesitation. walk backwards from heaven straight back into hell. someone even said they would go back for their fish. amazing
If you are a person who would walk into a blazing inferno for your animal, and your pet has free movement around the house, hereās a training exercise that could help save you both:
1) Set off your smoke alarm or play the sound on your phone (if your home has no smoke alarms, pease get some!)
2) stand BY THE FRONT DOOR to hand out treats
Do this a couple times and then keep it up NO EXCEPTIONS. Accidentally set the alarm off cooking? Treats by the door. Smoke alarm sound on TV? Treats by the door. Changing your smoke alarm batteries twice a year like youāre supposed to? Give them a test run and your pets get treats by the door.
Most dogs and cats will clue in VERY quickly that hearing that specific sound means go to the front door and wait for treats.
If thereās an emergency and even if you leave by another way, you will still know the most likely place your pet(s) is and can direct first responders to help.
You can also do this for any other kind of emergency alarm. My friend had both her cats trained to go to the front door for a tsunami siren.
As I rang up a sale today with a very nice couple the woman was spelling her last name. I am very bad at taking down letters so I was going slowly as she spelled it out.
As I got to the end I saw ābergā and my brain caught up a little and prompted that that means āmountainā in German. My eyes then flicked back to the first part and I started giggling.
I looked at the woman and asked, āDoes your name mean āCheese Mountain?āā
Her eyebrows shot up and she asked, āYou speak German?ā
āNot very well, but I still have basic vocabulary.ā
āIt does mean Cheese Mountain,ā she told me with delight.
āI love that so much. Thatās the best name ever.ā
She told me it was her maiden name and sheād always loved it and had gone back to it after a divorce. She also said she met a German woman once who saw it and was befuddled by such a name but I think itās incredible.