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TADC: c://Dele/Corr: Ch33
"Ringmaster"
[The longer I go on, the nerdier I get. My summary and commentary is, like, two sections long. So instead, I will summarize my summary: Today is combat. But I had to literally stop and go... 'wait... how does tooth-man combat', like a nonce, before I wrote this. Then I remembered a cool song and wrote this chapter. Then I wrote the original summary. Then I got to the low energy part of the day, and summarized my summary here. The end. Also, some mess about an ARG Rhythm game... meh, it's fuzzy, go read... :P I am⌠the eon of ages, the fiery harbinger of death. But still, you persevere. See ya on Friday, my rendered ruminants!]
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Confidence Boost
Derek Morgan x reader warnings: language, some body insecurities, smut, squirting A couple of different req's combined into one. I'll admit it sat in the wip pile for a little too long, but let's hope that doesn't happen anymore!
Derek was fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist when he entered the bedroom, finding you in front of the mirror with a frown on your face. You were fiddling with your shirt, tucking it in then untucking it, pulling it tight, pinching at it to fall loose, pulling it over to only one side all while you turned in various degrees to see all the angles of your body. You let out a huff, hands dropping to your sides as your head tilted and you pulled up your shirt, pinching at your sides and stomach, pulling at your skin.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head baby?â He asked, crossing the room and you let out a huff, finally pulling your gaze away from the mirror.
âAre these jeans too small?â You asked, frown still on your lips as you turned back to the mirror, continuing to pinch at your skin.
I will drag my self confidence back from the gutter kicking and screaming if I have to
you guys donât understand the dopamine i get from someone liking one of my photos on here and immediately follow after. like letâs make out then??

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5 things I am proud of this year (2025)
Hey everyone! So, I thought about doing a list of things I am proud of this year in order to boost my mental health during the dark winter season. And then I decided to turn it into a tag game so others can feel proud of themselves, too. I think we all got reason to do that. :) <3
The basic idea is very simple: List five (or however many) things you are proud of this year. Achievements, accomplishments, changes, things you did, anything you feel proud of for whatever reason.
being more active on my tumblr blog and within fandom(s)
I am super proud of me posting (semi-)regularly on my tumblr blog this year as well as making and sharing more things, like memes, headcanons, theories and ideas. I tend to overthink and question myself a lot, so putting myself out there, engaging with a fandom and other people, and doing creative stuff has helped a lot to make me feel more confident in myself, my skills and my interests. Especially so because what I did/made was met with so much positivity and engagement.
2. the amount of words I wrote, that I write regularly and have shared my writing
I never thought I'd write so regularly that I would consider it a habit, and yet, here I am. This year I have written a lot, more than during several previous years combined, and have also begun to share more of my writing than I ever thought I'd do. It's been terrifying at first, but thanks to the wonderful people in the fandom I wrote for, I feel more at ease with my writing now, and more brave about sharing it. I haven't shared a lot of it in the recent months, and I definitely want to change that again.
3. trying out new things
Usually, I am a bit scared to try out new things (which includes the two points above), but this year I really pushed myself, online and offline. I tried out and followed new creative hobbies, went to new places, discovered and tried out new stores and cafĂŠs and foods, met new people. More often than not, the things I tried were a success or gave me beautiful memories, and I am so glad I got to experience it all.
4. being more outgoing, meeting new people and making new friends
I met a lot of fantastic people through this website, and through other ways, at the end of last year and over the course of this year. I met quite a few people in my main fandom of 2025 that I have exchanged messages with over the year, and I am grateful for every single one. I am also grateful that I got to meet one online friend IRL for the first time, video chatted multiple times with another, and met ppl at an event I went to who are also on tumblr. <3
(This year really made me question the claim that it's much harder to meet new people and make friends as an adult because - if it can happen to me, someone who is very shy and introverted, it can happen to others too, imo.)
5. working on myself
That's been a big one for me this year; I wanted to work towards improving my mental health and becoming more brave, confident, experimental, being more curious. I'd definitely say it was a success, as I find that I have made a lot of improvements in that regard. There's still lots of work ahead (being social consistently can be a challenge sometimes, for example), but this year has been a solid foundation that I can build on, and that is making me very, very happy. Definitely a year I will look back on fondly, at least when it comes to my personal life, creative pursuits and fandom/tumblr.
Also, a big thank you who has been part of my journey this year! <3
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"All I know is tonight, we're gonna hang out, we're gonna party, and we're gonna get some White Castle!"
The Perfume
A male transformation story
"The spreadsheet is wrong," Ben muttered to himself, fingers trembling over the keyboard. The glow of his monitor reflected off his thick glasses as he squinted at the numbersânumbers that refused to add up no matter how many times he recalculated them. Across the office, Carol's heels clicked against the tile floor, each step punctuating his rising panic.
âBen! My office now!â Her voice sliced through the hum of fluorescent lights and idle chatter. When he turned, there she wasâCarol, leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed beneath the curve of her chest. The way her blouse clung to her waist made his throat dry up. She arched an eyebrow, waiting. He swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of his own wrinkled shirt.
He stood too fast, knocking his knee against the desk. The pain barely registered. His palms were slick as he fumbled with his chair, nearly tripping over his own feet on the way to her office. The scent of her perfumeâsomething expensive, floral with an edgeâhit him before he crossed the threshold. His tongue felt too big for his mouth. "You wanted toâuh, see me?"
Carol didnât answer right away. Instead, she let the silence stretch as she circled her desk, the click of her heels slow, deliberate. Then she tapped the spreadsheet on her screen with one manicured nail. "Explain this." Benâs stomach dropped. He knew that tone. Knew it meant he was already five steps behind.
Carol watched him fidgetâthe way his fingers twisted together, the way his shoulders hunched like he was trying to fold into himself. She knew exactly why his numbers were off, why his reports kept coming in late. It wasnât incompetence. It was that he didnât believe he could do it right in the first place. Confidenceâor lack of itâbled into every keystroke, every hesitant email.
âYou lack confidence Ben. Let me guessâŚ. Youâre still a virgin?â She leaned back in her chair, eyes locked onto his as his face burned crimson. Before he could stutter a denial, her fingers traced the hem of her skirt, hiking it up just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of thigh above her stockings. The spreadsheet lay forgotten as her other hand drifted across the deskâslow, predatoryâuntil her fingertips brushed against the unmistakable bulge straining against his slacks. "We can fix that."
âHhh how can we?â Ben gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily as Carolâs fingers pressed harder, circling the swollen outline of his cock through the thin fabric. His glasses slid down his nose, fogging slightly from his ragged breaths. Carolâs lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer, her perfume drowning out the sterile office air. âBy giving you a confidence boost,â she murmured, her free hand tugging his belt loose with practiced ease. The clink of the buckle echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.
The moment his zipper slid down, Benâs entire body stiffenedâpart terror, part desperate want. Carolâs fingers slipped beneath his waistband, cool against his feverish skin as she wrapped her hand around his aching length. His knees buckled, but she caught his wrist, guiding his trembling palm to her bare thigh. âFeel that?â she whispered, stroking him slowly, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. âLet me help you become a real man and youâll feel it every day.â
âUngh ⌠everyâŚ. Day?â Benâs voice cracked as Carolâs grip tightened around his cock, her thumb swirling in the sticky pre-cum already beading at his tip. His hips jerked forward, chasing the friction of her palm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh. The spreadsheet still glowed accusingly on her monitor, rows of numbers blurring as his vision swam with desperate pleasure.
âI can help you become the man you need to be. The kind of man that gets the job done.â Carolâs fingers tightened around his cock, her grip firm and confident. Her nails scraped lightly along his shaft, sending shivers up his spine as she stroked him faster, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside just beneath the head. Benâs breath hitchedâhe could feel the heat pooling low in his stomach, his balls tightening as she worked him closer to the edge with each practiced twist of her wrist. The sound of her hand moving over his slick length was obscene in the quiet office, drowned out only by his own ragged gasps.
âIâm cumming!â
Benâs hips jerked forward as Carolâs hand worked him faster, her fingers tightening around his shaft just as the first hot spurt erupted from him. Rope after rope of thick cum splattered across her deskâstreaking the keyboard, dotting the forgotten spreadsheet with glistening droplets. His thighs trembled violently as Carol milked him through it, her grip unrelenting until he was gasping, oversensitive and spent. âGood boy,â she murmured, finally releasing him with one last slow stroke, her thumb smearing a stray drop across his flushed tip.
Without a word, Carol reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small, sleek bottleâdark glass with a silver atomizer. She pressed it into Benâs still-shaking palm, curling his fingers around it. âWear this tomorrow,â she ordered, her voice low. âTwo spritsâone on your neck, one on your wrist. Then come see me.â The scent clinging to the bottle was unmistakableâher perfume, the same heady blend of jasmine and something darker that clung to his skin even now.
Ben stumbled into his apartment later that night, his pulse still erratic. The bottle felt hot in his pocket. He barely remembered the subway ride home, the walk from the stationâjust flashes of Carolâs fingers stroking him, the wet sound of her hand working his cock. He locked the door, peeled off his clothes with trembling hands, and collapsed onto his bed. The scent of her still lingered on his skin. He wrapped his fist around his half-hard length, thumb swiping over the slickness already beading at the tip, and groaned as the memory of her touch surged back in visceral detail.
âAnything for you Carol. Ungh I love working for yy-you!â Ben gasped as he furiously stroked his cock with one hand while pinching his nipple with the other. His hips bucked wildly against his mattress as he imagined Carol straddling him in that tight skirt, her stockinged thighs squeezing his waist as she rode him.
âYes! Make me better! Make me a real man!â Benâs voice cracked as he arched off the bed, his cock pulsing in his fistâCarolâs imagined moans ringing in his ears as he came in thick, shuddering spurts across his stomach. The scent of her perfume clung to his fingers when he finally collapsed, spent and gasping.
Ben woke before his alarm, energy crackling under his skin like live wires. He showered fast, scrubbing at the dried streaks on his stomach with a reverence that surprised him. The bottle sat on his dresserâdark glass gleaming in the weak morning light. His hands didnât shake when he spritzed it: once at his throat, once on his wrist. The scent wrapped around him instantlyâjasmine and something darker, something that made his pulse jump. He adjusted his tie in the mirror and didnât look away from his own reflection.
Then it hitâa searing heat radiating from his sternum outward. His shoulders jerked back as his pecs swelled against his shirt, the fabric groaning at the seams. His biceps thickened, veins rising like tributaries under skin that suddenly felt too tight. The mirror showed his collar popping open, buttons pinging against the tile as his chest expanded. His pants split at the thighs, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet apartment. Ben gasped, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of itâthe raw power surging through him as his body remade itself in seconds. His reflection grinned back at him, broad-shouldered and confident, teeth gleaming.
Ben staggered as his cock thickened, straining against the confines of his ruined slacks. He groaned, gripping himself through the fabricâalready twice the size he'd been last night, hot and heavy in his palm. He needed Carol. Needed her hands on him, needed her approval. His pulse roared in his ears as he snatched his keys and bolted for the door, barely remembering to grab his briefcase. The elevator ride down was agonyâevery jolt sent fresh blood surging into his swollen length, his erection pressing insistently against his zipper. He bit back a groan, adjusting himself discreetly as the doors opened to the lobby.
Carol was waiting at her desk when he burst in, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and hunger. "I love when a man follows directions.â she purred, though the clock clearly showed he was fifteen minutes early. He couldn't speakâjust stood there, panting, his cock twitching at the sound of her voice. Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "My, my. Someone's eager to prove himself today."
âI fucking want you Carol. I want to fuck you right on your desk.â Ben growled, his voice deeper now, rougher with need as he advanced toward her. The transformation had stripped away his hesitationâhis hands didnât shake as he gripped the edge of her desk, his knuckles white with restraint. Carol leaned back in her chair, spreading her thighs deliberately, the hem of her skirt riding higher. âThen take what you want,â she challenged, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her legs with agonizing slowness.
Ben didnât hesitate. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlesslyâher gasp was swallowed by the crash of papers as he slammed her down onto the desk. Her legs hooked around his hips, heels digging into his ass as he tore open his ruined slacks, freeing his monstrous cock. Carolâs breath hitched when she felt the thick head press against her slick entrance, but she didnât moanâjust locked eyes with him as he shoved inside in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, hot and tight, her walls fluttering as he buried himself to the hilt.
âThats it take what you want like a real man!â Carol hissed through clenched teeth, her nails raking down his back as Ben lifted her hips and slammed her down onto the desk again. The wood groaned beneath them, files scattering as he fucked into her with savage precisionâeach thrust punching a silent gasp from her lips. Her pussy was molten silk around him, clamping down in rhythmic pulses that threatened to unravel him entirely.
âCum inside of me Ben.â Carolâs voice was barely above a whisper, but it hit him like a whip crackâhis hips stuttered mid-thrust, his cock twitching violently inside her as the order short-circuited his restraint. He couldnât have stopped if he tried. His balls tightened against her ass as his orgasm ripped through him, thick pulses of cum flooding her cunt with each ragged groan that tore from his throat. Carol arched beneath him, her thighs trembling around his waist as she milked him dry, her pussy clenching around his shaft like a greedy fist.
âGood boy and now we can get some real work done now.â