pearl 🐈‍⬛

hiiiii!!!! My name is Pearl (formally known as Aubrey or wtfaubrey in my past Wattpad days), I’m Omnisexual (pref for women) and I’m a very passionate chudette writer (of fanfiction, obviously)! After a year of lurking the corners of Tumblr I’ve finally gotten the confidence to release my new and improved work including a new writing style and vocabulary 🫀

The fandoms I write for typically come and go with passings of hyperfixations, but as of now they include:

Project: Eden’s Garden

Danganronpa

Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown

Final Destination

SOME Saw characters.. (that’s a lie, basically everyone EXCEPT Mark)

YUMESHIP SLOP DOWN BELOW!!

As of now, all characters mentioned below I self ship with!!! My status for all of them is currently set as softsharing (meaning I’m sharing, but I’ll be just a smidge jelly, but trust it’s really not a big deal)!!

- Michael Marks (Saw II)

- Rantaro Amami (DRV3)

- Karube Daikichi (AIB)

- Damon, Ulysses, Jean, Mark, Eva, and Wolfgang (P:EG) (SYBAU I CAN HAVE THEM ALL IF I WANT🫩🫩😞😞)

- Francis Wilkerson (Malcom in the Middle)

- Daisy Randone (Girl, Interrupted)

- Rosalie Hale (Twilight)

ALL MY SOCIALS:

TikTok - iheartrantaroamami & randonecosplays

Discord - sugareuphoria

Airbuds - ilovedangan

- The secrets behind Ulysses’ identity was always more confidential than you would have ever thought of it to be, and it pained him so harshly to keep such information from his dear lover

- Only part of him was worried about judgement- either way, he believed there was some truth behind you words when you said you loved him unconditionally, but considering his secret, it wasn’t just something easy to talk about

- But suspicion had been brewing up ever since you’d casually asked about seeing his baby pictures and his face went pale as a sheet. You never pressed at his reaction, only giving him your full understanding, but he still cursed at himself for not telling you there and then

- But Ulysses had enough of his cowardliness, and scrounging every bit of confidence he had in his body, he asked to speak to you privately (in a tone WAY too ominous that you would’ve thought he was leaving you)

- He explained it all out slowly, psychoanalyzing your reaction like an interrogation to make sure you were following his every word. After way too much filler words and small talk, he bluntly said he was transgender, his voice becoming small like he was admitting to something that he anticipated a negative reaction from

- But, you didn’t scowl or yell, rather looked at him with awe. But what broke him is when you kissed him with a certain gentleness that brought him to his knees, metaphorically

- “I love you. No matter what, I’m not leaving”

- Those words broke him more than they should’ve. For the first time in his life, Ulysses Wilhelm was nearing tears out of joy, not despair

- He realized just how deep his gratitude and love for you go that day. Ulysses realized he couldn’t live without you, and your love was like pure crack cocaine to him, and he wanted more and more like a greedy man

- Coming from the traditional life that he did, Ulysses often spoke in detail of his journey involving his identity and how he progressed throughout the years beneath the radar of his unsupportive family. Hearing the details of his parents’ cruelty made your stomach churn, but beautifully showed how far he’s come since then

- He also showed the binder worn beneath his clothing, mentioning how he’d already been rather flat-chested, but it makes him insecure nonetheless

- Adding onto that, he had never been able to afford bottom surgery and was forever stuck with the one thing that reminded him of his past as well as being stuck with monthly menstruation, to his dismay

- Often, he’d come to you in complaints of cramping to which you’d fully flop across his abdomen, the pressure instantly ceasing the pain

- But what made Ulysses fall hardest in love with you is when your lips trail across every inch of his body, mumbles of praise falling from your mouth and leaving butterflies pitting in his stomach

- One things for sure, your love felt good, leaving him constantly looking for reassurance on days that he feels uncomfortable in his skin

- “Can you say it again? Just… one more time?”, Ulysses murmured with his face pressed against your collarbones, looking into your eyes longingly

I watched Obsession today and the ending resonated so so deep within my heart that it hurts. That SPECIFIC song (Forever by the Little Dippers) took me back to late March of this year when I had, arguably, the worst heartbreak of my life (I was led on by a guy that made me feel so adored just for him to come over and afterwards text me about how he doesn’t want anything romantic, but he was respectful about it, but that made it hurt even more).

That song plus Nikki’s wailing was like an embodiment of how I feel when everyone around me is in love and I’m insanely envious (for clarification, I KNOW that’s not what the scene was about, I’m making a connection). My friends assure me that I’ll find love, but I’m so hopeless that I don’t even wanna try

I feel like I use yumeshipping as a coping mechanism for the fact that I don’t feel loved, by my family and just my close circle overall. I like to think that, if a completely fictional character was real, they’d love me for all I am, that my permanently flawed mental being wouldn’t be a problem because they love me for me, no matter what. With everyone else, love feels too conditional.

My mom who, mind you, passed me all of her disorders and whatnot said she doesn’t know how to care for me when I’m anything but bubbly and joyous, and my dad just yells and thinks that’ll change anything. I only have their love under one condition, and it blows

Sometimes I cry wishing my f/os were real and that they’d soothe my pain, even if it’s just a little bit. It’s moments like these that my heart is being stretched apart and I just want a fucking hug just to feel something, just to feel like I matter to someone so I can forget how much I hate myself

You always thought of sex between you and Ulysses to have it’s traditional intention, an act that shows love and a deep devotion for one another. And you’d never say that you didn’t like it, really, you did, but at the back of your mind always stood a thought wondering how far he’d be willing to branch out for something you’d want to test out.

And he didn’t know what he was getting himself into, but he agreed nonetheless, and now he was too pleasured to back out. His fingers gripped the edge of his mahogany desk so tightly that every muscle grew tender and sore to the touch. His fogged-up glasses were falling off his face completely, but he made no attempt to compose himself whatsoever.

With one hand gripping his hip and the other reaching around him to gingerly stroke the underside of his cock, you carefully eased the head of the toy into his lubricated entrance, instantly emitting a strained moan from his parted lips. His weight dipped forward against the hard wood as you inched into him, the strap around your hips making gentle friction with the movement.

“Oh my..”, Ulysses mumbled, voice already cracking from the dual stimulation of your hand jerking him off and being filled with the silicone dildo. You gave him a half-scoff half-sadistic chuckle watching him falling apart under no pressure.

Very slowly to start off, you began to thrust into his walls, the tip kissing his prostate and making his entire body jolt in surprise. Unintelligible whimpers he made only assured you that he was enjoying what you did to him despite going into it blindly. His fingers were clamped in place now as he gripped the table like it was a life line, but his brain was melting into mush by the second as your toy plunged in and out of him mercilessly.

At the same time, his tip leaked with precum, only making it easier to pump him in your palm. With the way he was whimpering for you, it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.

You picked up your pace gradually, the sound of skin slapping against his growing more and more audible. Ulysses’ hips rutted into your palm, body chasing his high in a way that was pathetic, especially for him.

“You like that, don’t you?”

He could only meekly nod, brain too fogged to formulate a verbal response, but the sounds he made were enough to say how he felt. The tip of your toy collided with his prostate rougher this time, a gasp being knocked out of his lungs like a punch.

“Oh- [name].. right.. there- uhn…”

His cock twitched and his eyes rolled back as his orgasm approached rapidly, his guts twisting in pleasure. Your pace never ceased, and you only jerked him rougher, feeling the veins of his dick become prominent beneath your touch.

With a litany of high pitch and strained sounds coming deep from his throat, he came hard in your palm, soaking your skin with his sticky juices.

You pulled out from his sore hole gently, ghosting light kisses along his freckled back. You could feel the vibrations of his heart pounding travel through his skin in the comfortable silence.

“Can we.. do that again..?”, he panted, turning his head to look at you from over his shoulder.

What you were doing was so, so wrong. Fuck, you might as well be executed too just for your large role as an accomplice to a crime

Even if you didn’t directly take another human’s life, you were equally as guilty as your girlfriend, if not more. Yet, you filled your stomach uncomfortably with the remorse you swallowed and remembered all that’s at stake and continued to tie the extension cord around the vent grates just like you were told

The trial had been smooth-sailing for you and Eva for a while with everyone dogpiling on Diana for her lack of alibi, but the hairs on the back of your neck progressively began to stand up as she gave her testimony and the focus on the conversation shifted towards the astray debris in the boiler room water

Yours and Eva’s alibi of being present at the game tournament began to be picked apart right before your eyes alongside the hard analysis of the vent, a shared glance between enough to communicate to your lover that both of you couldn’t pretend to be innocent any longer

And the two of you froze like a whip had been cracked right beside your ear when the collective concluded that the blackened was someone present in the dining hall, your heart pounding in your ear drums all of a sudden

When the student’s positions at the time of the blackout was the topic of debate, you lied through your teeth, claiming that you were beside Eva in the opposite corner of the room farthest from the vent. Unfortunately, your word was outnumbered by the others who saw through your flawed statement like glass. And no matter how far you stretched the truth to prove her innocence, the collective found Eva to be guilty.

“You have no right to lie when not only our lives are at stake, but so is yours that you were willing to throw away all for love”, Damon spoke harshly, his words piercing your heart like a bullet in the places where it hurt the most

Voting time approached, and all you could do was cry while you voted Damon; no matter what was proven, Eva was innocent in your mind

“Eva..”, you cried, nearly falling to your knees at your podium as Eva’s face flashed across the television screens around the trial room, the bright red letters spelling ‘guilty’ making your stomach twist in agony. Her glasses sat messily on her face as hot water poured from her tear ducts, Eva’s lips quivering violently as she tried to hold back her sobs of despair.

Your classmates could only watch in fascination, in empathy for your love that would be broken brutally in less than an hour. While there was equal frustration amongst the group at your false alibis you told for her, some understood why you did it.

“[name]…”

“Do something!”, you snapped, desperately shifting your gaze amongst the crowd, hoping one of them could perform a miracle as complicated as this before your eyes and fixing it all, but you were met with equal looks reflecting despair.

“Someone..”, your voice cracked with your airways growing stuffy, breathing feeling like an anvil on the chest that slowly made your ribs cave into your lungs. Choked sobs were pulled from your throat as you gripped the wood edge of the podium until your knuckles turned eggshell white.

“I didn’t want things to end this way..”, Eva mumbled, piercing the silence amongst the court room.

“There’s so much more I wanted to say to you, [name], so much I wanted for us”.

“Eva, please…”,

“I love you, don’t forget me”.

Your body moved without permission from your brain. You ran to her, the loud groan of the hidden metal doors not registering in your brain as you reached out to grasp her arm in yours, touching her for the last time. The sharp edge of the metal collar that shot out from the darkness cut your cheek clean when you rushed to embrace her, everyone watching the tragedy unfold right in front of them.

You held on, you really did, but nothing could stop her from getting yanked from your arms, no matter how hard you held onto her. The world went black after that, vocal cords growing irritated as you pleaded and cried her name, ultimately passing out on the court room floor. All you could remember was her words…

“Don’t forget me… I love you”.

The first trial had plunged everybody into a state of fear and distrust for one another, and if that wasn’t enough to feed Tozu’s sadistic ego, now daily life had become a free-for-all. With food and water now behind a big fat paywall and only a few bills in your hands to satiate yourself, you were convinced that your final days are ahead.

And what makes every thing far worse is the pedestal Ulysses and Wenona were placed upon, all because their names sat high and mighty at the end of the alphabet, they receive inflated amounts of cash, and they slowly turn into two people you don’t know who are money-hungry beyond belief. Your peers were equally angered, but what was infuriating is the bargain Ulysses drove in exchange for a small portion of his daily allowance. You could only watch in rage as he played Connect 4 alongside Toshiko, every move of his hand so condescending and clinical like he wasn’t actively placing a target on his back, though you wouldn’t admit, it was a smart move.

But when hunger knocks at the window, you know that you’re on your own and must conjure a solution, no matter how stupid it was. At the end of the day, survival is forever, shame is temporary.

And that mindset led you to making the boldest choice of your life as if it was the last time. You had slipped Ulysses a note into his palms in passing, proposing a covenant that made him flustered just looking at the calligraphy on the paper, but he wouldn’t benefit by declining, and therefore he reluctantly agreed, poking the corner of your letter out of his pocket the next day and giving a respectable nod.

Ulysses’s hands trembled rapidly as he held your bunched up skirt to your hips, ragged breaths, like he was suffocating, falling from his lips while he stuffed his face into your neck. His cheeks blazed a burning scarlet, his mind becoming devoid of thought as you mercilessly bounced on his cock.

“O-uhn.. my god, d-don’t stop..”, Ulysses moaned helplessly, teeth gently sinking into the flesh just over your jugular, only enhancing your high as you insatiably made yourself take every inch of him. His tyrannical front was shattered, now completely reduced to a whimpering mess of a man who’s not as tough as he pretends to be.

“Mhm, and how much are you gonna pay me?”

“Hah- a-all of it, whatever you want-” he cried before being cut off by your lips smashing onto his, moaning with much fervor at the dual overstimulation you tortured him with, your walls gripping him tightly with your lips biting his sloppily.

Your hips rutted into his mercilessly, aggressively straddling him at this point and jerking his office chair backwards with each hard movement. Every moment of this was pornography-worthy, the way his dick twitches every time you ground your pussy onto him, and the fact of your ulterior motive made it all turn out to be a win-win situation.

A long string of saliva connected your swollen lips when you pulled back, a light grin playing at the corner of your lips looking at his fucked-out face, the expression of someone who held power over his head but was now reduced to something pathetic. Ulysses could only pant uncontrollably as you rode him, his body jolting as you guided his hand to cup your bare breast, instantly complying despite his clouded brain.

Your own fair share of mewls were given as his hand urgently groped your chest, the other massaging your panty line just beneath the hem of your skirt with his thumb. You only craved your release more and more by the second, plopping your weight up and down onto his rock-solid cock with growing intensity as your orgasm brewed deep in your stomach.

Ulysses gripped your flesh hard, moans slowly rolling off his tongue in a frantic crescendo as his own finishing point drew close. His nails dug into your skin enough to leave purple crescent-shaped bruises in their wake with his grip growing progressively harder.

“Haah- so good- I can’t..” Ulysses softly gasped, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as his entire body trembled violently. Simultaneously, your own climax began to approach, the sound of your skins clapping together growing more and more audible as your thighs threatened to give out on his dick right there and then.

And with that, Ulysses’ eyebrows knit together tightly as he gives out with a way too loud half-gasp half-moan, instantly spilling deep into your cunt and leaking out of you. Gripping his shoulders like a madwoman, you rode out your orgasm with a cry, literally, not even caring of who could be listening from the other side of the wall.

A solid minute passes of pure silence aside from your heart pounding in your eardrum and heaving gasps for air from both your lungs. He didn’t shift his body to pull out, rather he just sat there, his peaceful expression so serene.

His hand slipped from your breast to his trousers pocket, paper crumbling between his fingers as he pulled out more than a few dollar bills, pressing the cash over your heart before gaining the courage to look you in the eye.

“Pleasure doing business with you”.

PICTURES DOWN BELOW FOR FURTHER EXPLANATION (I’m wayyyy to tired to write ts out)

NOW LISTEN, I’m gonna try my absolute hardest because, let’s face it, his shit is probably corroded 🫩

bf! Jett who has no shame in dry humping you from behind like a dog in heat, you can def hear him panting beneath his helmet too

bf! Jett who works best with his hands and loves seeing you squirm against the cold leather fingertips of his gloves

bf! Jett who lets you use him to your hearts content. He gets off on letting you get off on him, however you may do that (but please ride his thigh, 100/10 experience)

NOW, assuming his cock’s the only thing on him that isn’t burnt…

bf! Jett who cums in less than 5 minutes the first time you touched him, the feeling of your warm soft palms feeling much more pleasant than the rough material of his gloves

bf! Jett who gets an ego boost during sex as he’s reminded that he’s still fuckable, no matter how hideous he pictures himself, but it makes him love you even more