Back again with some TC&TS art! Important news is the name change to Dušan (Duszan/Duszka is probably what you’ll see me call them often). They also got a bit of a redesign. Bonus Felicjan in the corner (update for Felicjan is the pronoun change to he/him only while Dušan’s stay as he, she or they.)
(A digital drawing of the artist’s original D&D character, Valadrian. Val is a tall nonbinary transfeminine person with pale skin and long dark blonde hair streaked with pinkish-grey. She has violet eyes, a large aquline nose, freckles and thick dark brows. She has two piercings in her earlobe and a septum piercing. She is smiling softly. Their hair is in a loose ponytail that drapes over their left shoulder. They are wearing a salmon top with a high collar that buttons twice at the neck and has a pale pink lining, as well as a corset of brown leather with gold symbols etched into it. It is wearing a pale blue sash with a slightly darker blue pattern at the hips. Finally, it is wearing a dark peacock blue coat with puffy sleeves, a gold and blue trim visible on the collar and dark brown fur at the collar.)
Albus and Scorpius are trans/non-binary and best friends who often share clothes together. James fancies Scorpius but he’s yet to find the courage to approach them. | for @stargazing-enby‘s request. [Also part of the ‘trans character stories’ art series on ao3.]
Our Star Trek podcast has arrived! We’re joined by special guests Laura Hudson and Steve Shives to recap what has happened so far, including the introduction of Star Trek’s first trans character and what looks to be a promising season. Listen now!
Neito and Hitoshi’s twin kiddos again, Harumi and Kazuhiko. Incase of those who have known these kids before their teens welp, yeaaaaaaah Haru is trans female, you can fight me if you want but she is and her parents accept her for who she is fully ovo
Posting will start today and go on for the next few weeks. We’ll be posting two or three works a day, according to schedule.
We’re looking at all sorts of pairings & triads, as well as gen fic, podfic, and art, from G to E rating! It’s going to be a fun and diverse fest, with works for all tastes.
Ok so when I see people headcanon/make aus of Harry Potter characters as trans I see the girls dorm staircases brought up a lot. And my first thought when I saw it used was “damn dude, imagine getting outed by a fvcking staircase.” I’ve seen a few where its mentioned that an ftm character had this big moment of the stairs not letting them up, just casually as part of their backstory. And I’ve always thought it was really messed up for how its glossed over.
And at first I thought of the impacts of a conservative society on kids who were trying to suppress their true selves having a magic spell tell them that they’re not normal despite them trying so hard to fit into what they’re supposed to be.
And then I thought no. Magical society is stupid, but can they really be that stupid? You’re telling me they have definitive proof of the validity of trans identities and they’re gonna be transphobic? No.
From now on in the canon of my brain wizard world is like mk kid, here’s some potions and a new room. Dont worry we’ve been doing this since the founding theres no side effects to the potions, we’ll chop off/add on the extra leg to that chromosome no problem. Not even the purebloods have an issue with it. Because we arent that dumb.
Meiorin, a bladsinger wizard that I probably won’t get to play anymore due to DM situations ;a; He’s very unsure of this whole fighting without magic thing.
Happy Pride Month! I’ve been working on this fic for about nine months, and I’m so excited to share it with you. I wrote this for the Marauders Pride Zine, which has a theme of trans characters and headcanons this year. The zine can be purchased here, and proceeds go to the Stonewall Housing Charitable Foundation. There’s a ton of lovely art and several fics included this year, so please consider making a donation and getting a copy!
TW: This is a transition story, so the fic and summary refer to pre-transition character’s dead name and pronouns prior to transition. Please take care of yourself before reading.
Liam Evans has never felt like he fit in. When he discovers he is a wizard, he hopes that this is finally the thing that he was always missing. However, when his first year at Hogwarts leaves him feeling unfulfilled, Liam Lily discovers that she might have so much more going on inside of her than she ever expected.
What it is: A webcomic following two rival high school gangs in the 1950s.
Why it’s on this list: I don’t think there’s a character introduced that isn’t queer in some way. It’s got a wide range of identities represented, both on the gender spectrum and the sexuality spectrum.
Where you can find it: It can be read on tumblr at @rockandriotcomic or on tapastic here. If you want to check out more of the creator’s stuff, she’s over here. It’s also finished, so if you’re one of those people who doesn’t like getting into stuff that’s not done yet, worry not! Her new project looks awesome, and I have a feeling I’ll be reviewing that on here eventually too.
My first thought after finishing this was why did I not read this earlier. It’s been a comic I’ve been vaguely aware of for a while now, and queer historical pieces are so up my alley. I think I was doing that thing where I knew it was something I’d probably love, and I was worried about clicking on it and then being disappointed?
Silly me. I was definitely not disappointed. I was delighted. Dazzled, really. A perfect way to spend an hour.
I’m gonna start by talking about the character design, which is also why I wanted to show off the first page on here. Look at those ladies! This is a diverse cast, not just in terms of identities but in terms of body shapes, builds, and backgrounds. This comic definitely goes for a light, uplifting take on the 1950s, but it doesn’t do that by ‘simplifying’ things (aka leaving out things that would maybe ‘complicate’ things). Each character is treated with respect, and although the characters are often larger than life it never comes across as being done in a stereotypical way. Really well done.
What I especially love about this comic is that it did what I often find myself afraid to do in my own stories. There’s a coming out moment, where a character decides to tell her friends she’s in love with a girl. This leads to everyone else in the room also coming out. There’s a few moments like this, and it’s so nice, because I often feel like ‘well, I can’t make everyone queer.’ But like… Why not? Rock and Riot does it, and it’s so lovely, I’m smiling just thinking about it. This is escapism, just like most 50s stories are (shared milkshakes and cool matching jackets, right?), but it’s escapism aimed at queer folk, which is so rare to find. And even the conflict is done in a way that is still bright and fun. I just love it.
The story follows the girl gang in the picture above, known as the Jaquettes, as well as a guy gang, the Rollers, and an entirely non-binary gang who call themselves the Bandits. The varied presentation that the Bandits all have made me so happy, as so often when there are nonbinary characters they all tend to fit the same mold. That is definitely not a problem with this gang.
“That’s great that you found your side. But my problem with your teams is that I don’t want to be viewed in either.”
“Then we’ll respect that!”
- Ace and Rolly, Episode Four: The New Kid
Also! There is some adorable romance, but there’s also some really nice discussion of sexuality and gender. Bisexuality and asexuality are both discussed, and done so in a way that felt really honest and validating, both as a reader but also validated by the other characters in the comic.
There’s a bit of cute fake-dating-to-seem-straight mishaps, some friendly gang rivalry, and a sleepover scene with the Jaquettes, made all the more wonderful by it including them inviting a former member of the Rollers over, and having her join the Jaquettes. It takes all those classic movie tropes and makes them very queer and adorable and awesome, and I can’t get over how much I enjoyed it.
If you’re feeling down at all, sit down and read this comic. It’ll help. It may also make you really want a cool jacket, a poodle skirt, and a date at a shake shop. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Reading Rock and Riot? Let us know what you think! And if you’re looking for more great queer content, reminder that this is Day 8 of 365 queer reviews, one for each day of 2018. You can find all the reviews here.
What it is: The full title is Tabula Idem: a queer tarot comic anthology. And that’s what it is, with a short comic for each of the Major Arcana. Some stories are more fantastic, some are closer to scifi, each one of them is gorgeous.
Why it’s on this list: This collection has 22 stories, all of them featuring queer characters. You have girls in love, boys in love, trans characters both binary and nonbinary. Characters defying what’s expected of their gender, alone or with a lover. It really does capture the spectrum of identities that our community has to offer.
Where you can find it: You can purchase the book or the ebook at their gumroad, and you can also find more information about the editors, the project, and the contributors on their blog @tabulaidemanthology.
Sometimes, a book sits on your shelf, waiting for you to need it.
That’s exactly what happened with the comic anthology Tabula Idem.
You know it’s the right time to read something when you’re crying only a few pages in. Even the introduction had my heart aching.
“The history of queerness is a history of adaption, of using creativity and community to flourish…. We design our own destinies, and then fight to protect and realize them.”
- Iris Jay, from the Introduction
With some anthologies, I am tempted to read them out of order, flipping around until something catches my eye. It is rare that I sit down and read one from front to back, but like the Major Arcana itself these anthology transitions expertly from one story to the next, each story building on the one that came before it. It was an experience, and a journey, which really speaks to how successful they were in keeping to their theme. I laughed, I cried, and I even caught myself repeating lines out loud just so I could hear them spoken.
It is very obvious that this project was put together when it was, because there is a defiance and a hopefulness in these pages. These characters face first meetings and the threat of a goodbye, they stare down evil and their own anxieties. And to watch these characters overcome, find their own versions of a triumph, is so powerful.
“Maybe it’s nice to imagine that things can be different… But they’re not really. But I think it’s okay to feel a bit helpless… Because I’m not alone, and never will be. You’re still the same… No matter what, I love you.”
- from XII The Hanged One, by Alain Helmers
You don’t have to understand Tarot to enjoy the symbolism of each story. At the beginning of each story you’re given a few lines of what the card means, and each story is capped by a beautiful tarot card featuring the characters of the story, in full colour.
Have I mentioned yet just how beautiful this book is? Not just the stories, but the whole book. So well done.
If I start trying to go in detail about each story, this will get ridiculously long, so I’ll just give you a bit of a taste from each. A coffee shop meetcute between two different kinds of artists. A dreamt connection turned tangible. An empath and their potion-making partner falling in love. A coming-of-age journey. A knight and their charge. Two lovers remembering together. A chariot racer and his carpenter. Two art thieves and a scandal. A light being restored. A ghost arcade and a new friend. A big move. A change in perspective. A necromancer and a transformation. Two rival gang members working together. Rio De Janeiro, 1927. “Fear holds no power over me for I am at peace and I am loved.” A scientist in space realizing there is always something more to discover. Magic and realizations in the rain. The winter solstice. Music and a burning conversation. And to finish off the collection, a merman shows a newcomer a new world.
Anthologies are often tricky, because there are always stories we like more or less and ones we wish were longer and ones we could have done without. I’ve never read an anthology that was this cohesive, where each story really did feel like part of a bigger whole that was the path this collection was leading us down.
It was the perfect thing to read at one am after a few days of feeling directionless. If you like comics, short stories, tarot, or if any of the little snippets above grabbed your attention, I highly recommend you get your hands on this anthology and give it a read.
Reading Tabula Idem? Let us know what you think! And if you’re looking for more great queer content, reminder that this is Day 7 of 365 queer reviews, one for each day of 2018. You can find all the reviews here.
What it is: A novelette about two trans boys falling in love, magic and wishes, and learning how to like yourself enough to stick around.
Why it’s on the list: Two trans guys falling in love is not a thing you often get to see, and it’s done so wonderfully here. One of the boys also has two moms, and one of the moms is trans too! Also, in terms of other rep, the lead is Jewish and it definitely talks about mental health and depression.
Where you can find it: The story is free to read, and you can find it here. There’s a link at the bottom to bye an ebook, as well. You can also go hang out with the author on his twitter here.
This short story sure packs a lot of great stuff into only about 10,000 words. I also found it impossible to put down once I’d started reading it. It went from ‘oh hey this link showed up, I’ll just take a look’ to ‘I don’t care how late it is, I’m going to finish this tonight and then think about it nonstop for the next few days.’
There’s something very soft and… personal, about this story. It feels less like Avi sitting down to tell us a story (as a lot if first person stories do) and more like we’re really listening to Avi’s thoughts as he navigates these six months.
Now, I’m going to say this upfront. This story, although it deals with some serious stuff like depression, suicidal thoughts, and bullying, doesn’t have a sad ending. In fact, I found it very hopeful. This isn’t a love-fixes-everything story, but it is a love-can-help-out kind of story. Also, a magic-can-help story. It’s also going to be one I come back and read more than once.
Avi starts off the story as a closeted trans boy, and although he does tell a few people throughout the story, it avoided a lot of the ‘coming out story’ stereotypes. There’s no big, dramatic coming out scene. There’s just more and more people using Avi’s name, or Ian referring to Avi as his boyfriend. It felt very honest, and his gender identity was treated as a matter of fact, and not one of the main points of tension in the story. That’s so rare to see with queer characters, especially young trans characters. Ian’s identity is treated much the same. It’s made very clear that he’s a trans guy, but it’s not really part of the plot. It’s just who he is.
Ian having two moms, one of them being trans, and having an adoptive sister was treated just the same. And because we’re hearing about them from Avi’s point of view, we get to feel the comfort this household ends up representing for him. Very well done.
“Today is all about teshuvah, repentance. There’s three steps to teshuvah. You apologize. You mend your ways. You do a better job next time.” I put my headphones over his shoulders. “Here’s a song about being really sorry, for you.”
“You’re so weird, Avi,” he says, like it’s a gift I’ve given him.
Now, the magic. This is the part I don’t want to talk too much about, because it was the most surprising part of the story and part of the reason I can’t stop thinking about it. But what I will say is this. It felt so tangible, so grounded. Also, it was really lovely to see this magic from the point of view of someone unfamiliar with it who was also Jewish, because it really felt unique to most takes on magic that I’ve seen (and I’ve seen a whole lot) and I think that’s why it felt so unique, because of how Avi’s faith coloured it.
If you need a shot of cute, queer love in your day, then you should absolutely give it a read. It won’t take you very long, but it will make your day better, I think. I know that’s what it did for me.
Reading Avi Cantor Has Six Months To Live? Let us know what you think! And if you’re looking for more great queer content, reminder that this is Day 6 of 365 queer reviews, one for each day of 2018. You can find all the reviews here.
“But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up. Forgive but don’t forget, girl, keep ya head up”, Marshall mouthed along to the song, his head swayed to the rhythm but his headphones stayed put. He knew every word by heart and loved to listen to 2Pac’s voice praying courage into his ears. One of his favorite songs.
His pen put the finishing touches on the drawing, putting shadows on Spider-Woman’s body and sculpted her muscles and curves and feminine physique into present. With lose flicks of his wrist he drew strands of her hair that followed the dynamic of her pose. She exuded power.
He was already bored of the upcoming class, not only because he didn’t do his homework and didn’t care for the Spanish language but also because he had to endure it by himself. No Denaun who was better in Spanish, and no Curtis who barely showed up to school at all, and no Nicolas either who still masterfully ignored Marshall, and no Ryan of course who was a grade above. Nobody here for him to share the fun and frustrations of class with.
Nobody except Kim. Not a person Marshall wanted to share anything with but for some reason they shared the same class. Every time he had to speak up during a lesson her gray eyes stabbed him with murderous intent. He expected her to throw knives at him one of these days.
A shadow was cast on his desk. Immediately, instinctively his shoulders hunched up and his nose twitched. He expected her to slap his headphones down again or rip up his drawing but this didn’t quite smell like her, the note of lavender was missing.
Cigarette smoke and heavy, wet moss. The dark, confident scent of an alpha was too …
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What We Forged in the White Heat (Dayasco) - Puppy
Summary: Daya finds herself tied and spreader-barred to a chair, and her captor is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. They also happen to be her girlfriend.
A/N: bosco uses she/they pronouns; daya, she/her. title comes from “eat your heart out adonis” by wild beasts
Daya woke up to mostly darkness. Her eyes were open, yet she couldn’t see anything. No… she couldn’t have gone blind. She couldn’t have gone blind after a few hours, and she didn’t remember hitting her head.
The punk girl moved one of her hands to see if something was up, attempting to remove the blindfold – the keyword being attempting. “Let’s try the other one,” She muttered under her breath as the same thing happened again. She felt the stretching and squeaking of bondage tape around her wrists.
Momentarily forgetting the definition of insanity, Daya tried to stand up, but, in addition to her hands being fettered, she couldn’t close her legs. She couldn’t move them at all that much, really. If she wasn’t fastened to the chair, she would have waddled her way around and probably not have gotten much mileage anyway, considering her legs were spread as far as they could.
Squinting her eyes behind the blindfold, even more senses erupted. She felt a sudden draft in the room, her hardened nipples getting the forefront of it the most. Another draft blew between her legs, her thighs slick with arousal. She shivered, but not from the cold. A bullet vibrator was inside of her, probably on its highest setting. It wasn’t like Daya could tell anyway. Whether it was at its lowest or highest setting didn’t matter; what mattered was the constant aching between her thighs.
No vision, no real range of movement, and no way of relieving herself of the pressure? There was only one logical explanation in her panicked state: she had been kidnapped.
Daya struggled some more, trying to inch herself closer to the door and see if there was any other weakness in her bindings, but she was stopped before she could make any real progress.
She heard the door open and the clicks and clacks of high heels on the hardwood. The footsteps got louder and louder as they circled her like a vulture to its prey. A low laugh filled the room as her captor’s breath blew hot against her ears. Daya could basically feel their lips brush against her.
Surprised by the nearness of the contact, she tilted her head away from the mystery person, but they still got closer. They always did.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
There it was: the voice of the villainous mastermind of a partner. Of course you weren’t kidnapped, stupid. Well, not really kidnapped. This was your idea anyway… Her thoughts raced after every word Bosco spoke.
Nonetheless, Daya still nodded her head, putting her trust in Bosco with whatever plans the two of them had for the night..
“Tell me. Out loud.” Bosco ordered.
“Red.” She faintly whispered back. “The safeword is ‘red’.”
“Good girl.”
Bosco whipped the blindfold off, and the first thing Daya saw was their smirk – that smug look of victory that dripped with dominance. They were wearing a smart black pantsuit, but instead of a shirt, she was cinched into a red pleather corset. She slowly took the jacket off, putting their burlesque experience into practice. As soon as she was done, she straddled the chair and scooped the cat that followed her into her arms.
“I quite like you like this, you know.” They began to monologue, stroking Tobi in their lap. “Bound, edged, naked… You’re lucky I didn’t gag you. I quite like hearing your sounds, believe it or not.”
“Why, thank you. They–”
“Ah ah ah,” Bosco tsked, waving a single finger for added theatrics. “I said I like hearing your noises. I never said anything about your words; you speak when you’re spoken to. Capiche?”
Daya couldn’t help but laugh. She pinched her fingers behind her back, subtly making the Italian hand gesture. “Y..yes,” She continued between staggered giggles, stopping once Bosco stomped one boot. “You got it! Capiche!”
“Hmm…” They pondered Daya’s answer as continued to stroke the cat, her slender fingers threading through the short fur. “Yes, what? It feels a little empty at the end of your ‘yes’. The rest of your sentence, even.”
“Hmm?”
“It seems you have forgotten that you can’t just speak to me however you want; you’re not in charge anymore, you know.”
She took a deep breath, feeling the pressure as her partner tapped their boot rhythmically yet impatiently waiting for a proper answer. “Yes… M-my Liege. I’m sorry.” Daya hung her head as her shame – and the overall thrill of the situation– flushed her cheeks.
“Apology accepted… You are adorable, you know that right?” Before the bound girl had a chance to respond, Bosco continued. “How cute you were, thinking that you could fully stop my nefarious doings. You think you’re so tough, but look at yourself! Is that the look of a hero?”
Daya didn’t respond, even though she was directly addressed. She glanced at her current position, struggling in her bondage to give her Liege even more power.
“Let me tell you something, Daya. Fill you in on a little secret…” They gently let their cat off their lap and walked over to her captive audience, letting the furry friend out of the door before going back to her gloating. “I let you win. I backed down, letting you believe you were good enough to beat me. And at the moment you’d least expect it, when your ego’s been inflated to its highest point… Pop!” They snapped their fingers right next to Daya’s ear for added emphasis. “There I am with the needle.”
“Or maybe,” They continued, circling around the bound girl again, “I didn’t have the needle at all. You just… deflated on your own, leaving yourself destroyed, vulnerable, and in a perfect position to be shown your true place.”
“Aren’t you disappointed, hero?” Bosco mocked as they lightly dragged their nails against Daya’s exposed shoulder. “That you fell for this: the oldest ruse in the book? That you came and went as easily as the Hindenburg disaster.” They cupped her chin, tilting it upward so Daya was forced to make eye contact. “Tell me.”
The captive sighed, the gears turning in her head to one-up Bosco’s own monologuing skills. That’s what happens when two overdramatic nerds date each other. Improv wasn’t her strongest suit, but when she was given this much material, how could she falter?
“Y…yes, my Liege.” She closed her eyes and tried to turn her face away, but that action was quickly corrected. “I –fuck–, I surrender. Everything. God… Please! Fuck!”
“How eloquent.” Bosco teased as she drank in all of Daya: every plea, every reaction, every little squirm in her seat, the rise and fall of her chest and how the sheen of her sweat glistened against her skin. How all the words she wanted to say seemed to fall out of her ears.
“Please!” Daya continued begging, resisting every urge to hump against the chair. “Fuck… touch me, PLEASE!”
“I am touching you.” They tightened the grip on her chin enough to prevent bruising.
“No, I mean–” She should have been grateful for the skin against skin, knowing what lied ahead was going to be even more torturous. The guilt of even asking for more contact swelled in her stomach. “Fuck, I wanna… I… wanna–”
“Has the cat got your tongue?”
There were plenty of things she wanted Bosco to do to her, but she didn’t have enough thoughts in her head to express that. Momentarily gaining back a sense of control, she quipped back. “It seems that the cat has left the room, my Liege…”
Bosco snickered, but got back into character as soon as she broke it. “It’s nice to see there’s some fight still in you, but I really thought you surrendered. Almost had me fooled for a second.”
“Well… uh– I have, my Liege. I shouldn’t hav –”
“Then prove it.” They hoisted a leg up, landing the boot in between Daya’s spread legs. “If your words aren’t enough, there’s another way to show you’ve given yourself to me.” As if like clockwork, the bound girl’s hips spasmed, trying to close the distance between herself and the toe of the boot. While she looked at the boot, fully focused on worshiping it with her limited mobility, Bosco only wanted to look in her desperation-filled eyes. It was a shame she wasn’t gonna see them for a while.
“Good girl. I expect you to lick that off later.” Bosco pulled the blindfold back down and kissed the top of her forehead, leaving a bright red lipstick mark: a temporary claim of ownership. “Now that you’ve sworn your fealty to me, I believe you’re due for an inspection. How does that sound?” They asked as if Daya had a choice in answering.
Daya nodded her head as the vibrations in between her legs seemingly grew more intense. The boot then left the space between her legs, prompting a low whine from her.
“I pride myself on having my playthings in pristine condition, so you’d better not disappoint me.” Ignoring the whine, Bosco put on a pair of black latex opera gloves and snapped one of them against her skin, loud enough to gauge another reaction from Daya.
Daya half-expected her Liege to pull out a speculum or some other torturous device, but even they weren’t that evil. Besides, getting the duck lips would have been a bit overkill. Then again, it wasn’t that kind of inspection. She took a few more deep breaths to ready herself as she ignored the way those breaths hitched with every inhale.
“You’re drenched! Oh, you poor thing.” Bosco taunted as she dragged two fingers outside her slit, teasing at her entrance. “Are you that desperate for me? Even after you rutted against my boot? I’m half-impressed.” They then inserted one finger that prompted a poorly muffled moan from Daya’s mouth. The cool latex meeting her warm, wet folds was slightly overwhelming. They slipped it in and out, gradually inching the active vibrator out of her cunt. They could practically feel her walls expand and contract around the gloved finger.
Daya’s face was even more flush as she felt the vibe being fished out of her. As soon as it was turned off and she no longer felt the pulses through her thighs, Bosco shoved two fingers into her. She tried her best to remain quiet and still, but her body betrayed her. Her hips jerked and spasmed, desiring more and more stimulation which her domme was much too happy to give. She closed her eyes, trying to think about literally anything else than orgasming.
How well Fendi did at the groomers today. What she was going to make for dinner. How her Liege’s thumb rolled against her clit in long, teasing strokes and how the rest of their latex-clad fingers were knuckle-deep inside her.. How she much would have wanted to have vibrator back in then go through this pleasurable torture. How those fingers just kept getting faster and faster and there was no time for her to —
“Cum. Now cum for me, my hero.”
And she did. The orgasm shot out of her before she could even register it could happen. Her whole body shuddered as she squirted onto Bosco’s gloved hand. She was practically on cloud nine. Daya panted in dire attempts to catch her breath, the desperation dripping out of her mouth with the drool from her lolled out tongue, and she could have sworn she heard a camera flash, or at least the sounds of a familiar Android camera.
Bosco set their phone aside and wiped their still dripping fingers against Daya’s cheek like it was a used dish towel, then made her way back behind Daya. They breathed in, a faint smell of the blonde’s conditioner wafting to her nose. “Open.” She ordered, patting the cheek with her cleaner hand. Daya’s jaw dropped, giving Bosco permission to shove her the cum-covered fingers into her mouth. “Clean.”
Daya tasted herself on the fingers– her tongue swirling around them like a popsicle on a summer day –, and it was the best thing she’d ever tasted in that moment. She bobbed her head up and down and barely noticed Bosco’s other hand stretched across her chest groping one of her breasts.
She might as well have gotten wet again from just that. Then again, it wasn’t that hard to get her aroused. Any sort of stimulation or an off-handed glance from a pretty girl could have gotten Daya’s panties soaked in an instant. She once again felt a familiar set of lips brushing against her ear. “Color?”
Daya almost forgot how to form words when Bosco checked in on her. How was she feeling? First of all, she felt great. She stammered, fumbling over syllables –and the fingers still in her mouth– before she gave her official verdict. “Green… Still green.”
“Good.” Bosco finger-fucked her throat to the point where their sub was deepthroating the latex. “Take it. Take it like the good slut I know you are.” They cooed, her eyes focusing on Daya’s desperation. The way her body reacted to every little motion was one of the best things she loved about her partner.
It may have been greedy of her, but the blonde wanted something bigger. She didn’t really feel that from the fingers alone. She mumbled a garbled “more, please” around Bosco’s fingers as her hips spasmed yet again, grinding on nothing.
“What was that?” They pulled their fingers out of her mouth for a second before shoving them back in, thinking it would be more fun to hear her captive struggle to speak around them. “I couldn’t quite understand you.”
She tried to get the words “I need something bigger, My Liege” out, but it once again sounded unintelligible. Maybe the words “something bigger” or even their title were fully understood. Everything else? No. Lucky for her, Bosco knew exactly what she meant.
“What’s that? You wanna swallow my seed? The greatest hero of all time wants to be a criminal mastermind’s — her rival’s fleshlight? ” Bosco took the fingers out and wiped them against Daya’s cheek again. She started unzipping her fly, getting herself hard in the process. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
“Please… let me worship you, My Liege.”
“If you insist. We oughta have you plugged up, so you don’t cause water damage.” Bosco taunted as she slipped a vibrating dildo into her, turning it on in the process.
Before Daya could even ask who ‘we’ referred to, she felt another eruption of pleasure between her legs. She arched her back, leaning forward in an attempt to get a little taste of Bosco in her mouth.
“You cum when I cum, understood?”
Daya nodded in agreement before Bosco entered inside her mouth. Moving herself on the toy inside her, she gently suckled at the tip, her tongue licking up any possible pre-cum from there. It felt strange to do without her hands, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Momentarily forgetting how to pleasure someone orally for a second, she let Bosco’s length just sit in her mouth while her lips tightened around it.
Before she knew it, Bosco held the back of her head and decided to thrust into her, making the fleshlight comment into a reality of sorts. Her dick sat in throat. The action that reminded her of lazy Sunday mornings where the two of them weren’t able to get up turned rougher and forceful, and she couldn’t complain there. She didn’t mind rough at all.
While they used Daya’s head, Daya had other ideas. She used her tongue more, the flat of it running on the underside of her length to stimulate her further. The strategy seemed to have worked a bit too well throughout the course of the blowjob.
“I’m gonna – fuck, Daya, you’re so good. I love you so much. –” They didn’t care that the ‘I love you’ slipped out; her mouth was just that divine. “I’m gonna cum.”
And she did. Daya quickly followed suit, releasing herself onto the dildo that didn’t slow its pace. She could keep coming like that for ages, like she was constantly caught within the roaring waves of pleasure.
“Hehe… how was that, hero? How did it taste, knowing you’ve been defeated, reduced to… this?” They pulled out, some of their cum dribbling down Daya’s chin.
“Amazing… My Liege.” She answered, surprised that she could remember her own name.
“Good girl…”Bosco purred, “Now for the pièce de résistance.” They took the blindfold off for the last time and let Daya adjust to the light again. “Look here,” She ordered as they showed off a choker Daya hadn’t seen before: something just for this occasion. It was almost like one of the ones with the heart-shaped D-ring, but with a sturdier black leather. “This way… everyone knows you’re mine. As if they couldn’t already tell…” The mastermind giggled as she twirled the collar on her finger.
“Please…” Daya begged, her voice hoarse from the fingers and her pleading eyes fixating on the collar, following its every motion. “Please… my Liege…”
“Use your words and tell me what you need… That shouldn’t be hard for someone who had such a smart mouth earlier, should it?”
“No, my Liege. It s–shouldn’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut, as if the tightness of the squeeze made her focus more. Her mind was too deep in subspace and relishing in an long-lasting afterglow that all she could think about was the hazy pleasure that clouded all of her decisions.
“If you want me to collar you, all you have to do is ask, baby.” They laughed, any pretense of her villainous persona melting away by the second.
“P…please collar me, my Liege. I’m yours, all yours!”
“There, was that hard?” Bosco smirked as she grabbed a pair of scissors from off the table and cut the bondage tape off their submissive. Then, they unlocked the spreader bar, helping Daya stand to her feet. “You good, Daya?”
Daya gave a few quick nods as she clung to her girlfriend like a baby koala. She needed a moment to fully come to her senses. She looked up at them, and she could have passed out from how beautiful Bosco was. “Boscy… we didn’t get to—“
“I know, and it’s okay. Tonight was all about you. And you…” They maneuvered the collar around Daya’s craned neck, securing it in place before gently massaging her back, grounding touches to bring her back to reality. “did so well… How about I clean you up real quick and draw you a bath? You… can take that off when you get in the water. Don’t want the leather getting all messed up and all.”
“Sounds great… my Liege.” Daya giggled as she took herself off Bosco and leaned against the bed.
“You don’t have to call me that right now, you know.” Bosco set both of the chairs back to their original spots in the room and started getting out of her corset. Unless you want it to be a whole TPE thing… That thought of a permanent dynamic only brushed her mind, but that was for another day.
“I know, but it just rolls off the tongue.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get that bath ready and we can talk more about it, ‘kay? You want bubbles, right?”
“Damn right, I do! Maybe we’ll look at that photo you look” Daya sneakily followed behind her domme and washed the ruined makeup, drool, and leftover cum off her face in the nearest sink. Looking in the mirror, she saw her delightfully ruined body and the collar around her neck. Her mind wandered to how she even got to this in the first place.
–
“So this subreddit is suggesting ‘mattress’ as a possible title? Combining master and mist–?”
“No.” Bosco immediately shut that idea down. “I see what they’re trying to do. You’re not calling me ‘mattress’ or ‘mastress’ or… whatever other combos they have. And get off Reddit.”
Daya sighed as she furiously typed ‘gender neutral titles for dominant’ into another tab, hoping for another reliable source. “Back to the drawing board then… Captain?”
“I like it, but not the vibe I’m going for.”
“Owner?”
“Fuck no!”
“Then, what do you want? None of these sound like a criminal mastermind; they’re all so regal…” Daya rattled off a few names from the list, laughing at almost every one. “‘Your Highness?’ ‘Your Eminence?’ ‘Your Grace?’ Oh yeah! Spank me harder, My Liege!”
And there it was. The next thing she heard was a low cackle, gradually growing faster and louder. From that reaction alone, Daya knew she was in for a wild time.
Chapter Summary: Bianca has a heart to heart with Danny, and Courtney and Adore make plans to head east.
***
Where we left off: Courtney stared at her phone, dread creeping in. After a few years of communicating only through their attorneys, she and Bianca had managed to graduate to civil but frosty emails.
They’d never moved beyond that, and the thought of calling her directly for the first time in years was terrifying. However, Courtney knew that “hey FYI our kids switched places and we need to switch them back” was an inappropriate email, and a text would be worse. Her fingers hovered over Bianca’s contact, a tightness in her throat.
Here we go…
“We could wait another day, you know,” Adore said hopefully.
Courtney touched her cheek softly, saying, “I think she deserves to know what’s going on.” After seeing Adore’s slightly resigned nod, she added, “I’m not saying we need to rush off to New York right away. I still want to spend time with you. I just feel like it’s important to be honest.”
“Okay.” Adore bit her lip. “She’s gonna be mad. At us but, also at you, if you’re the one to tell her.”
“Yes, well…it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” Courtney said drily, then quickly added, “I’ll be okay.”
Courtney took a deep breath, then finally just bit the bullet and hit call, nerves kicking into high gear as it rang, pulse racing as a dozen questions spun circles through her mind. What should she say? What would Bianca say? Would there be any glimmer of the affection that once existed between them?
It was five rings before she answered. Courtney could practically see her staring at her phone in confusion.
“Fuck, what’s wrong?” she barked out, sounding as irritated as Courtney expected, but something else, too. Possibly worried, about what could have brought about this unexpected phone call.
Courtney attempted to collect herself from the abrupt greeting by saying, “Nice to hear your voice too.”
But Bianca was clearly not charmed by her attempt at levity, saying, “Courtney, I’m not in the mood for whatever you-”
“Do you know where your daughter is?” she asked. Clearly, there was no time for niceties, and she figured she’d better get straight to the point.
“In her bedroom.”
“No, she’s here in California,” Courtney said. “With me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? She’s in her room, I can hear her shitty grunge music playing.”
“That’s Danny,” Courtney explained, putting an arm around Adore, who was chewing nervously on her fingers. “Danny’s playing the shitty grunge music. Adore is here.”
There was a pause, followed by a dry chuckle, and then Bianca barreled on.
“I don’t know what kind of bullshit mind games you’re playing, but they’re not cute, and I don’t have time for this-”
“This isn’t a game, Bianca. They switched on us,” Courtney said.
“Mama-” Adore began, but before Courtney could hand the phone to her, Bianca raged on.
“Fuck off! I think I can tell my own fucking kids apart!”
“Fine, suit yourself!” Courtney hung up, exasperated, muttering, “Jesus Christ…”
“She probably just…needs a minute,” Adore said. “She usually needs a minute.”
“Right.”
“She’ll call back.”
“Yeah.” Courtney opened her arms and wrapped Adore into a hug, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay, even if she wasn’t so sure herself.
***
Bianca stood in the hallway outside Adore’s bedroom, Courtney’s word’s echoing in her head. Was it really possible? That her kids had switched places and she hadn’t even noticed? She’d seen them together at camp, for god’s sake. She’d put Danny on a plane. Had she put Adore on that plane? Could she truly be that clueless? The thought made her feel ill.
Her door was cracked open, allowing Bianca to peer through into her room. Adore was standing in front of her full-length mirror, looking the same as always: cat eyeliner that she’d yet to perfect, messy pigtailed extensions streaked with pink. She wore unseasonal black jeans, cheap fishnet sleeves and a cropped band t-shirt that was falling off her shoulder.
Adore gazed at her own reflection, head tilted. Then she tossed her hair, and that was the move that did it—there was definitely a preciousness that wasn’t consistent with Adore’s rough and tumble personality. In that moment, Bianca also recalled their conversation about Fame, and how in the two days since then, she’d gone out of her way to be nice, asking Fame questions and including her in conversations. Not exactly in character.
Fuck.
Bianca pushed open the door a bit more, calling out, “Hey Danny?”
“Yes?” Adore, who was actually Danny, looked up. And then, immediately realizing his mistake, tried to backtrack, stammering out, “I mean, uhh…who’s Danny?”
He punctuated this with a charming smile as Bianca crossed her arms, pushing the door the rest of the way open with her foot. Taking in her stern expression, his smile dissolved a bit and he managed to look chagrined.
“Shit.”
Bianca heaved a sigh and walked forward, shaking her head.
“What the fuck, Daniel?”
“I…well…um…” Danny scratched his head. “Surprise?”
Bianca closed her eyes briefly.
“I’m sorry, Mama. I really am. I just wanted to spend time with you, and Adore-”
“Don’t worry, bunny,” Bianca said with a groan. “I know this was her idea.”
“I mean, not exactly. We both-”
Bianca smiled, waving her hand. “It’s nice of you to defend her. Anyway…how do you feel about getting out of those stupid clothes and into something more comfy?”
“That sounds good. I really hate these,” Danny said, pulling off the fishnet sleeves with a giggle.
“That’s because you have taste,” Bianca said.
“I do like the hair, though,” he said softly, touching his pink-streaked pigtails.
“Well then, we’ll have to get you some of your own.”
“Really?!”
“Sure.” Bianca tugged gently on one of the pigtails, then let her gaze fall to his chest. “And uh…what about what I’m assuming is a wonder bra?”
“Oh. Yeah. I guess I should take that off.” He twisted awkwardly, trying to undo the clasp on his bra.
“Let me,” Bianca said with a chuckle, quickly undoing the clasp and then giving his back an affectionate pat.
“Whoa, did you do that with one hand?!”
“Not my first time,” Bianca told him, and he laughed, nodding.
For a few moments, he said nothing, and then bit his lip and offered, “I’m sorry for lying to you, Mama. But…I’m kind of not sorry we did it.”
“Oh no?” Bianca arched an eyebrow.
“Well, I mean…” Danny swallowed, looking almost shy as he twirled one of the pigtails and quietly explained, “it’s been really fun to spend time with you. And see where you work, and…”
Right. Bianca should have known it wasn’t Adore the second he expressed interest in her job. Thinking about it now, though, Bianca realized that she should probably be paying more attention to her son—this bright, artistic, thoughtful boy. He was so much like Courtney; Bianca didn’t like to admit that, how much his mum’s personality had clearly rubbed off on him, but that was the truth. So even though she was still exasperated at the whole situation, part of her was grateful, too.
“Yeah, I’ve liked that too,” she admitted, leaning forward to kiss him on the head. He beamed up at her, smile only slightly faltering when she added in her most menacing mom voice, “But you know that you’re both in big fucking trouble, right?”
“Worth it,” he replied, giving her that charming smile again, and Bianca couldn’t help the dimples that poked through her cheeks.
***
Adore sat, curled up with Courtney on the sofa, looking over her shoulder at her laptop screen.
For years now, Courtney had been trying to coax her into adding some more personal touches to her bedroom in the farmhouse. Adore had refused, saying she wasn’t there enough to care. Part of her wondered if it was yet another way that she tried to put up a wall between herself and Courtney, a wall that she was all too happy to tear down.
Because now, they were having so much fun picking out things together, scrolling through lighting fixtures on the Z Gallerie site before a trip to Lowe’s to choose new paint colors. (Adore was already excited about that, since Courtney had promised about 4 times that yes, she could pick any colors she wanted, it was her room.) The best part was that they were doing it together, Adore couldn’t help thinking, taking in all the pictures on the screen.
“There!” Adore exclaimed, eyes widening with delight at the gothic-looking chandelier, covered in gray smoke glass crystals. “Omigod, I love that one. But is it too expensive?”
“No, it’s on sale,” Courtney said, clicking on it to make the picture bigger. “You want it? Or should we save it and keep looking?”
“I want it,” Adore said, grinning.
“Decisive. Love it.” Courtney added the chandelier to her cart, which was already full of throw pillows and a cool-ass new zebra print area rug, not to mention the custom bed frame.
“Uh oh,” Adore said, as her phone lit up, buzzing on the coffee table.
MAMA
“Looks like she took her minute,” Courtney said gently.
“Yeah.”
“You should answer.”
“I know.” Adore bit her lip.
After another beat, Courtney said, “Adore-”
“Yeah, yeah. Alright.” Adore took a deep breath and answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “Hi. Am I in trouble?”
“Yes,” Bianca said, and Adore groaned slightly. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“We just wanted to see…if we could do it.”
“Well, congrats, you’ve made a huge fucking mess. And I have no doubt that you were the mastermind behind this little prank-”
“That’s not fair! Danny wanted to-”
“Save it. Put your mum on the phone.”
Adore hung her head, handing the phone to Courtney.
Courtney took it, her arm slipping around Adore’s shoulders.
“I’m here. Listen, she’s just a kid, Bianca. Why do you have to-”
“Don’t tell me how to-” Bianca cut herself off abruptly with a huff of air. “Nevermind.”
“Look, we have to switch them back, and I really think we should sit down and talk to both of them, so that-”
“This timing could not be worse. I’m planning a party for…shit.”
“Sorry?”
“Can you put Adore back on?”
“She’s right here.” Courtney tried not to let her eye roll show as she held the phone towards Adore, wondering why Bianca was acting so neurotic and jumpy. These weren’t the circumstances under which she’d planned to see her in person for the first time since their divorce either, but what else could they do? No matter how bad it got between them, they’d always agreed on one thing: the kids came first. So to Courtney, it all seemed like a no-brainer.
Would it be horribly awkward? Maybe, probably. But she’d suffer through it because there was no other logical choice.
“Hey.”
“Mama, I really am sorry, but-”
“I know, pussycat. Listen. We’re gonna deal with this little switch bullshit soon, but first…I need to tell you something.”
“Okay…”
Adore’s shoulders slumped at this, as if she was preparing for something horrible, and Courtney began to rub her back.
Bianca cleared her throat uncomfortably before saying, “Remember that letter I sent to you at camp? With the pictures?”
“Yeah…”
“Do you remember the picture on the boat? Me and Fame?”
Adore’s face looked pained, and Courtney continued rubbing her back. Who or what was Fame? Why did the mention of them cause Adore so much distress?
“Well, things have gotten pretty serious with her, and I…” Bianca hesitated, her voice getting slightly softer as she finished with, “well, we’re going to be getting married.”
Courtney blanched, hand gripping the phone as her stomach dropped straight to her feet. There was ringing in her ears, and she wondered if perhaps she’d misheard. Married? To someone named Fame?
“Dore? Are you there, pussycat?”
“How can you marry a woman I’ve never even met?!” Adore choked out angrily, one fat tear starting its journey down her cheek, betraying her real emotion.
“Well…you would have met her, if you’d been where you were supposed to,” Bianca barked, before letting out a long sigh.
Courtney could picture exactly the way she was rubbing her forehead. Maybe taking off her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. Did she still wear glasses, around the house? Or was it contacts all the time these days? She used to talk about Lasik, had she gone through with it? Courtney shook her head, told herself to stop obsessing and stay in the present, for Adore’s sake.
“Look, there’s plenty of time to get to know each other, alright? But we’re supposed to have a small engagement party with some of our friends this weekend, and it’s too late to cancel, so…I don’t know, maybe we can deal with the whole switch thing after that?”
Adore sniffled, and Courtney leaned over, swallowing down the flood of emotions that swirled inside of her. This wasn’t any time for her relationship angst. She gave Adore a squeeze, then managed to make her voice as normal as possible, saying, “Sure, we can hold off until next week. We’ll come to you.”
“Oh. Okay. Um…thanks.” Bianca seemed surprised by this, almost disappointed. Which made sense. After all, she loved an argument.
“Mmhmm. We’re gonna let you go now.” Courtney gestured for Adore to say goodbye, and she shook her head vigorously.
“Okay. Dore, please call me later, okay?”
“She will. She just, uh, needs a minute,” she said, before managing to choke out a hasty, “Congratulations.”
“Thank-”
Courtney hung up, barely holding it together, and then turned to Adore, who was sniffling and red-eyed.
“So…that was a big surprise, huh?”
Adore cringed. “Well. Actually, Danny already told me. I’m sorry for not warning you. I was kind of hoping he was wrong. Or lying. Or…I dunno.” Fresh tears slid down her cheeks.
Courtney nodded, breathing through her nose in a feeble attempt to slow her racing pulse.
“I’m sorry, Mum,” Adore repeated, and Courtney squeezed her shoulder, shaking her head. This wasn’t about her. She could have her own feelings later, in private.
“It’s alright. But…are you okay?” Courtney asked.
Adore shook her head. “How can she decide to marry someone when she doesn’t even know if I like her?”
As emotional as she was, she made a good point. What was the rush? And too late to cancel a party? That was three days away? How big was that party?
“Well…maybe you’ll love her,” Courtney offered tentatively.
“No, I hate her! She’s a cunt!” Adore spat out, more tears filling her eyes.
“Adore…”
Adore’s face crumbled, and Courtney pulled her in for another hug, rocking her, letting her cry like the world was ending.
“It’s okay, love, I promise. It’ll be okay.”
“It won’t,” Adore sobbed helplessly, acting out Courtney’s internal feelings more than she’d ever know.
An engagement party on a scale that couldn’t be canceled meant that this marriage was a done deal—something she’d thought through. Not a whim, like their own marriage over ten years earlier. Strange that she hadn’t said anything to Courtney, though. Yes, they’d been divorced for years, but bringing a new wife into the picture would affect their kids, so it seemed only fair that she should have been notified.
And despite her desire to bury her head in a pillow and cry just like Adore was doing now, Courtney found herself getting curious. What kind of woman would captivate Bianca so much that she’d rush into a marriage without knowing how her own daughter felt?
“Hey…I have an idea, if you’re up for something a little…naughty.”
Adore’s head snapped up, her tears stopped in their tracks. “What?”
“Well…have you ever crashed a party?”
Adore’s eyes lit up, joy apparent on her face for the first time all day. Courtney should have known—she was always up for something naughty.
“So…I guess we should book a flight to New York,” Courtney began.
“Yeah. Although…” Adore gave Courtney a once-over. “Maybe we should do a little shopping first.”
Courtney scoffed, but then looked down at her ensemble: a gray cotton cardigan over a plain white t-shirt, baggy jean shorts and Ugg boots. “Okay, maybe.”
“And like…hit the salon. For a little…touch up,” Adore gestured to her roots.
“Excuse me, my roots are-”
“Horrible. They’re horrible. And you could use a trim. Maybe some layers. And ooh, have you ever tried those eyelash extensions?”
“What are you, my beauty consultant now?” Courtney asked her, hand on her hip. She’d had an insane summer, spending most of her time furiously editing videos and recording podcasts so that she’d have enough content for this month off when Danny returned. She’d barely appeared on camera at all, and maybe didn’t want to admit how long it had been since she’d gotten dressed up for a formal event, or wore her hair in anything besides a ponytail.
“You wish!”
“I’ll have you know that I am a beauty icon,” Courtney said, unable to keep the giggle from bubbling up at such a ridiculous statement. (Even if others had made that claim about her first.)
“Oh yeah? Prove it,” Adore sassed.
“You know what? I will prove it. Come here…” Courtney grabbed her and began attacking her with kisses, both of them laughing.
***
After years of struggling, working multiple jobs and freelance gigs to make ends meet, Bianca had managed to hit it big with her own fashion line when Danny and Adore were about 9 years old. She was currently doing pretty great, financially, but they still lived in an apartment in New York with what she described as “less than ideal closet space.”
That was why the attic of the Hamptons house, which they used during the summer and rented out the rest of the year, served as an unofficial storage unit. Danny crawled through the boxes, brushing aside some cobwebs that made him shiver, trying to find a space to hide all the stuff that Adore had impulsively ordered on Amazon before Bianca found it and began asking questions.
Over on one side, there were a few boxes that looked relatively new, like that hadn’t been sitting around gathering dust for months (or years) like the others. One of them was a shiny red shoebox, labeled ‘From C’ that made his eyebrows raise curiously.
He peeled back the scotch tape that held down the lid and opened it, both surprised and not at all surprised to find it full to bursting with letters, envelopes all labeled with Mum’s most careful handwriting. He’d assumed, back when he found Bianca’s letters to Courtney, that there would be counterparts somewhere. After all, Mum loved writing notes and frequently sat curled on their sofa scrawling out long letters to friends and family.
There were a lot there…close to five times the number as what he’d found under Mum’s bed. He covered the box and put it aside, shoving the Amazon stuff behind a tall wardrobe box. He crept back downstairs, trying to be quiet as he slipped the shoebox into Adore’s closet. He was still staying in her room, because Mama said that there was no use messing up the guest room where he usually slept. He was just closing the closet door when the phone buzzed on the dresser.
COURTNEY J.
Of course, Adore’s phone didn’t say “Mum.” Danny rolled his eyes and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hello? That’s your opening after lying to me all this time?” Courtney asked.
Even though he could tell that her tone was gently teasing, Danny cringed. The truth was, he did feel a bit guilty about all the lying, especially to her. “I’m sorry, Mum. I really am.”
“Nevermind, love, it’s all gonna be fine,” Courtney assured him. “Listen, Adore and I are booking our flights and we need your help. Are you alone?”
“Yeah…” Danny said slowly, sitting on the bed, suddenly deeply curious.
