Vivian James is a silly, toxic projection of misogyny and male gaze. That’s what makes cosplaying a sexy, objectified version of her so fucking hot.
From the pink voice in your head…
Vivian James is a silly, toxic projection of misogyny and male gaze.
That’s what makes cosplaying a sexy, objectified version of her so fucking hot. Embrace that this is what “gaming girls” should be.
Embrace being eye candy for horny nerds.
Embrace that you’re valued on your looks more than your personality or “skills”.
Continue reading “Manic Pixie Slut!”
Lilly hates how much she loves the comments under porn of her dopplebanger.
this is what all Asian girls dream of growing up to be
It was a shitty comment, and one Lilly couldn’t stop thinking about.
She watched porn, like most single adults. Her daughter was off at school most of the day, and working from home she tended to have the house to herself.
Lilly wasn’t ashamed of it, though if she was being honest, the frequency of consumption was probably unhealthy these last few months.
Her taste tended to be toward straight porn. Nothing crazy or creepy. She’d long ago accepted that her preferences were self-insertion wish fulfillment: Asian women with well hung white men.
Continue reading “Good Advice from a Bad Place”
Back when I was an irresponsibly horny teen, I was dating a girl 100% for her looks and the sex.
She was obnoxious, vapid and shallow. Everyone – friends, family – hated her, but she was head over heels infatuated with me.
So 19 year old me (being the toxic creep I was) told her if she kept me horny, I’d never break up with her.
She called it my “Mister Hyde” weakness.
For over a year, she enabled me to just be a selfish, spoiling ‘daddy’ to her – and I would give her more ammunition every time.
“If you edge me for hours, I’ll say I love you more than anything.”
“If you wear this outfit and pretend to be your sister, I’ll blow off my father’s birthday.”
“If you keep me turned on, I’ll never leave you.”
It was a horrible, enabling relationship.
And some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
(Before you ask: yes, she was Asian.)
Looking through my flagged posts on Tumblr, I found this from the before times. Actually, I think this predates any of my original writing.
The lovely @drunk-on-ginny made this story from a prompt I submitted. It’s too good to have disappear from the internet, so republishing it here with a SFWish image so future generations can enjoy.
Thanks for the submission and suggestion 800milesisadrive! The suggestion was like an inverted transformation scenario – the subject doesn’t transform, but her world does…
Continue reading “Drunk on Ginny”
From the pink, ditzy voice in your head…
You’ve been trained to worry about this.
Even though it gets your wet, the idea of someone’s fetish seems scary.
Continue reading “Breaking Your Pretty Little Head”
Danielle can’t get the toxic white boy in her class out of her head. He’s racist, presumptive and talks all over her – even if he’s kind of cute and well intentioned. Maybe it’s not so bad to just play along a bit?
Read “By Her Cover” on Archive of Our Own
First chapter of my collaboration with
Goddess of Tirar is up on AO3.
I’m pretty excited about the take on Asain TF – it’s definitely a realistic and twisted framework compared my typical, fantastical race change content.
She’s also started posting her prolific backlog of Tirar fantasy erotica on AO3!
From the happy pink voice in your head.
This year has taught you a lot.
It’s shown how fragile the things you used to think were important really are.
Boring and depressing losers who just want to play board games over Skype.
Quick to take your money, shames you for not being smart enough. Nagging that you’re not “engaged” or too “unfocused” in your online classes.
Judge you when they find your OnlyFans. Freak out when your little brother was caught stroking to your vids.
Even worse than school. They call you a bimbo and an airhead on Slack like those are bad things.
This year, you’ve realized you don’t need any of them.
They don’t make you happy.
You don’t need friends when you have thousands of followers on Insta and Snapchat.
You don’t need family when Daddy takes such good care of you.
You don’t need to with a real job when being a sexy online gets you so much money.
You’ve cut them all out. Dropped out and quit your job.
This is better.
This is easier.
This makes you happier.
Embrace your objectification.
Interlude 2 – “You Know What You Are?”
Read the story so far Pretty Fate Machine – Book 1 “Movie Night” August ▓▓▓▓
It’s difficult living a lie.
Trying to hide something from someone close to you.
Even when it’s the right thing, when you’re doing it for your own protection.
Every awkward pause is a moment where you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time they have something they want to talk about, you wonder if they found out.
Especially with your parents. Especially when you’re still living with them.
As a teen, a low level stress seeps into your relationship with them. You avoid spending too much time alone. You find excuses to not be as present.
The need to remove yourself from the specter of investigation looms over you day and night. As if not being physically present would somehow shield them from ever finding the truth.
So when you father calls you in to “talk about something important” your heart rate goes crazy. You look for an excuse.
When he says “No, we can’t talk about it later,” your adrenaline is kicking in.
You try and maintain composure. You try to act like you haven’t been waiting for this for months.
“I wanted to talk to you about this, just the two of us. I know how much it would upset your mother.” He says, that look on his face saying he’s not mad, just disappointed.
Continue reading “Pretty Fate Machine”
I want to be molded into a corrupting force by my future victim.
To be enabled into a powerfully selfish and perverted being so I can find the old them and twist them into the faithfully subservient plaything they’re destined to become.
I want to send my good toy back to make me fall and accept my own wicked desire.
I’m not sure why it’s so confusing to you.
Why are you still fighting it?
It’s a perfect loop.
Let me show you.