𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛

☆ 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢! 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

★ 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒, 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢.

☆ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚍𝚘 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝. [𝚒.𝚎.- 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚌, 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.]

★ 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! <𝟹

I don't get time to take the reigns before they're grabbing my hips, pressing me into the wall as they maneuver their way behind me.

My laugh of confusion cuts off, redirects, and I'm forced to swallow a moan when their hands start unfastening my belt, tugging my zipper down to cup over my packer. Too much pressure and not nearly enough.

"Huh?" I mumble under my breath, already panting, dizzy with anticipation before I hear them spit into their palm. I know they're smiling despite the fact I can't see it.

"Stay quiet for me, sweet boy." they whisper, freeing my dick from my boxers, wrapping their hand around the shaft, and starting to stroke. Firmer on the way down. I can't help resting my forehead against the wall and peering down to watch.

I can't feel it, but I can 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it. Something about visual stimuli...euphoria...whatever. Logistics go out the window when I'm being jerked off in a dingy bar bathroom. And, fuck, it feels good. It feels right. Risque nature and all.

The shine of their spit coating my dick, their pretty hands squeezing me, coaxing me closer and closer. Their sweet voice in my ear hushing me when I whine or curse a little too loud.

"Gonna make a mess for me?" They ask, endeared laugh escaping them when I nod frantically in response.

+ ** sad little fem

Puppy butch that huffs and puffs and whines because they need their hands on your skin, their mouth all over you, drool pooling in their mouth already.

Puppy butch who needs your scent, needs some semblance of you to hold them over, so they fetch a piece of your clothing out of the dirty laundry.

Puppy butch who knows better, but holds the fabric up to their face and breathes in deep anyway, only winding themself up more in the process.

Puppy butch who ends up mounting your pillow and rutting against it mindlessly, nails gripping the fabric hard, too eager for your warmth and for release.

Most of my underwear has cartoon characters on it. The latest pair I got has Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy on it, and I absolutely adore it because they're my favorite fictional couple.

And it has just occurred to me that I probably shouldn't be talking about my underwear collection so publicly. 😳

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My work is technically more of a retail/food service combo, but if I hear dance monkey one more time I might genuinely go bananas.

I rarely hear The Subway in public, but when I do the feeling is mutual. Though I'd be just as welcoming towards Coffee or Naked in Manhattan.

They're one of the blueprint butch4femme couples in my opinion, I would absolutely adore that pair as well!

I can't say anything about your Snoopy and your Freddy Fazbear boxers. I'm wearing Hello Kitty panties right now. I love underwear with silly cartoon characters on it. Of course you can keep them.

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I feel that, most of the time it's the average overplayed retail pop, but once in a while I get lucky and catch Jeff Buckley or Chappell playing through the speakers.

Oh my god, you're right. The soundtrack was amazing! I think it should be on Spotify. I'd stream the hell out of it.

Sounds like you need a fashion fairy to come help you out. Can I offer my services, darling?

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That sounds lovely, I'd be honored. :D

Seriously though, if they let me put that on at work I'm sure I would ascend and reach peak productivity. I need to be able to listen to it everywhere.

I played so much Papa's Freezeria, it isn't even funny. But I also loved dress up games.

Oh? How does your wardrobe look? Now I'm curious. I adore fashion.

I will say, I've never been bombarded with questions like this before, but I do quite like it.

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I'll have to give it a watch! That's a lesson I feel like I don't see often enough.

Oh my god, papa's freezeria, it's been too long since I've played that but the music is locked in my brain. Best papa's game too, honestly.

For lack of a better description, it's a mess. Lots of band and graphic tees, things I don't wear anymore but keep just in case I can use them for something, absolutely no matching socks, and not enough accessories.

But I'm up for the challenge of going deeper. Yes, I do return items to their original spot when I change my mind. I work retail, so I understand the employees' battle when it comes to people not putting things back in their proper place. I did grow up with access to the internet, but I used it sparingly. Flash games and that's about it. Howl's Moving Castle had a profound impact on me, so I'd say that film changed my perspective rather deeply. And last but not least, I fold my socks.

Anything I missed, darling?

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Nope, that about covers the ones I've laid out thus far! Thank you.

Lots to dissect there, but first and foremost I'm curious about Howl's Moving Castle and the flash games.

I've never seen that movie, what about it made an impact specifically? Was it the overarching theme or something more in between the lines?

What flash games did you play? Did you have an overall favorite?

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Well, there's the basics to start out with. Things like your favorite color, your comfort foods. What do you like to do in your spare time, do you have any hobbies?

-eating more, getting beefier

-maintaining my good credit score

-confusing more people with my gender

-getting any number of piercings/tattoos

-upgrading my wardrobe

-snuggling up with femmes and butches

-practicing house maintenance and repair

-holding more doors, lending more jackets