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pcm-vandermeer · 3 days
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cute things to do if your bf is an eldritch body horror abomination:
✧ kiss his tentacles ✧ buy him donuts to devour ✧ try to hug his entire 30-feet body ✧ listen to his trills, growls and songs ✧ let him take you to his pocket dimension ✧ hold his organs for him ✧ despair at the implications of an everchanging body in constant need of transformation ✧ cuddle!
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anyawildt · 9 months
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Finally looking gay enough to get harassed in the street
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enterwittyjokehere · 5 months
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In this one, jealousy killed your cat part 2
Round two, FIGHT!
[Tomas vrbada (smoke) x reader smut]
⚠️ Warnings
[Czech terms of endearment, however, i do not speak czech.]
[Senorsed swearing]
[Heavy smut 18+ only]
[Body worship]
"Let me know when you're ready for round two." Tomas sprawled out on the bed, neglecting his twitching c*ck.
You laid beside him, holding yourself in an attempt to catch your breath. Your heart rate slowed, and your breathing became more regulated, you rolled over, seeing Tomas staring at you.
The way Tomas looked at you was comparable to how a kid looks at a shooting star, full of wonder and like it's the most beautiful thing he's laid his eyes on.
Tomas' grey eyes, heavily dilated, still filled with so much lust and desire. He crained his neck, allowing him to place three kisses to your forehead.
"You ready, my love?" You asked, your partners eyes widened.
"Yes." He said, nodding, he quickly moved closer to you. He first, placed a kiss to your already sore cl*itors, making you wince. He then took his best two fingers, the middle and ring, inserting them into you, his fingers were much larger than your own.
It had been so long since you had been stretched to such a degree, he pumped his fingers in and out, already you felt a building pressure in your lower stomach. You covered your mouth, to not disturb your house guests, as small swears left your mouth.
While your lover pumped his hand, he slipped another finger in, making three. When they moved inside of you, you moaned and gasped uncontrollably. He then removed them, licking them off, the sweet and sticky substance being like candy to Tomas.
Tomas had been holding back, his aching c*ck twitched as the veins were much more prominent now. The pink tip leaking precum, that rolled down the base of his shaft, before dripping off.
"Miláčku, tell me if you need to stop, or if it's too much." He said, rubbing your cheek with his calloused hand. "It's been a while, so I'm excited but communicate, okay?"
You nodded, biting your lip, Tomas was by no means huge, but he was pretty decent for most of the guys you had been with. Even though his length was nothing to scoff at, his girth was what was addictive, the way he stretched you out no matter how much foreplay you had.
You had missed having a life with him, you missed the sloppy morning s*x before breakfast or the quickies you would have in the bathroom of madam Bo's. How Bi Han would scold him when he had hickies showing under his grey gi.
You winced as he tunnled into you, stopping and waiting, your hands had found his muscular back. Holding tightly onto his shoulder blades for support as, he struggled to stay still letting you adjust.
You took deep breaths and tried not to squirm, you tapped him on the shoulder, letting him know he could move.
Almost instantly he began to ravage your small body, his pelvis slapping against your body, in way you were worried would leave bruises.
Earlier you hadn't recognized his actions for your loving and charming boyfriend. Now, however, Tomas Vrbada was replaced with a hungry, h*rny animal. Senselessly humping and rocking into you, it hurt but it was also the best feeling in the world.
"I honestly can't believe you thought I would ever f*ck this up." He said, in between grunts, "You're the only goddess worthy of my worship."
He moved his mouth to your chest, suckling on your nipple. The other one, in his hand, being teased relentlessly, you moaned out his name.
"Keep doing that, please." He said, "oh I wish, Kitana and Johnny could see this, I bet they'd be so jealous."
He rutted into you hard, the pressure already a almost too much to bare, on the verge of your second orgasm. You dug you fingernails into the back of Tomas' arms, scrapping the skin as his blood hit the cool air of the room.
The sounds you and him made, you moaning his name over and over again, accompanied by him stammering on in his native tounge and the slapping sound of your bodies becoming one, the whole room was music to his ears.
You finally hit your second climax, letting out a prolonged noise of pleasure while your lover continued to f*ck you, your walls tightening around him. He rutted into you, thursts becoming sloppy and shallow as he came into you. Falling onto your body, he held you close.
"I don't want you to go." You said, you face in his neck.
"I wouldn't if I didn't have to." He said, his arms tightening around you protectively.
"Promise you and the brothers will come visit me soon?" You spoke, your small voice muffled against his skin.
"I will try, except me and Kuai Liang aren't on speaking terms with Bi han right now..." he ran his hand over your soft hair.
"What? Why?" You asked, turning your face towards his.
"It's a long story... I'll write you about it, okay."
"Ok." You said, as You began to drift asleep.
You woke up, Tomas stood in the corner of your room, putting his gi back on.
"You're really leaving again?" You said, not mad just a little disappointed.
"Yeah, I have to. Lord Liu Kang is expecting us." He spoke, walking over to the bed. Kneeling into the mattress, he placed several kisses all over your face, "I miss you already, my heart."
"Tomas, were never really that far apart." You spoke, reminding him of the reason for his pet name.
Your lover placed a hand on his chest, "yeah, I guess you're right."
"And you already said, you and Kaui Liang will come visit me soon." You laughed, rolling over.
"Of course, baby." He said, leaning over you to kiss the side of your neck, "I made coffee, there's half a pot still in there."
"I love you." You spoke, looking into his grey eyes.
"As do I, Miláčku."
With that, Tomas left, meeting up with his friends who were waiting patiently in the they had been left in.
"How'd it go lover boy?" Johnny teased.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, johnny?"
"Oh, like we didn't hear all that." He spoke up, making faces to mock Tomas, "I didn't even know your girlfriend could swear like that."
"By the way, you were listening Johnny, it seemed like you enjoyed it." Kitana spoke, poking fun at cage's behavior.
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sometimesraven · 9 months
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Unpopular writing opinion:
We need more absolutely vile, unlikeable villains. There’s a place for villains you can "babygirl" but I’m bored of it. Give me the most nasty disgusting villains that will make me cringe into the earth you cowards.
There's this entire thing that's cropped up around 'likeable' or 'relatable' villains where, instead of being a cautionary tale about how we can all end up there or how people who seem lovely can actually be vile, it's become "uwu babygirl isn't evil after all"
And like there's a place for it! I like my fair share of babygirl villains! Hell I was there all the way back when Thor was released and Loki kicked off the popularisation of this trend!
I'm just,,, bored of it now. Especially when I'm seeing people do the whole babygirlification process on real-ass human beings???? It's gone too far.
Give me vile.
Give me the eugenicist who wants to eradicate 'imperfections' because he thinks he's an agent of God
Give me an abusive horrible parent but don't tell me they're trying just show me from their kid's eyes the catharsis of getting them the fuck out of their life
Give me the fuckin westboro baptist church for elves or someshit i don't care, just give me something I can hate with my entire being so that I can feel the rush of vindication when they inevitably get defeated.
There's too many irredeemable, vile people in real life. Especially as a trans person right now, it's easy to fall into despair when I see how untouchable those people seem to be, and how many people will defend them based on their motivations or some other "relatable" bullshit.
Give me a story that shows they're not as untouchable as they seem. Give me a story that shows there's always hope for the downtrodden; that the vile, horrible people trying to destroy us are just that, and they don't deserve a single tear. Stop trying to humanise our abusers, because we know they're humans but they don't care that we are too.
Just once, give me someone I can sink my teeth into and tear apart without the slightest touch of empathy. Give me what I can't have in real life.
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nillinlore · 2 months
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PLEASE buy books from trans and nonbinary authors!
It's really fucking sad to me that, like, 60% of the top selling transgender and transgender studies books on Amazon CA are anti-trans, fear mongering bullshit from TERFs, bitter conservative doctors who don't want to treat trans people, whiny cis male professors who all think that they're embattled like Jordan Peterson, and journalist who think that respecting a trans person's identity and pronouns is an attack on there free speech and beliefs.
It's fucking sad.
EDIT for some trans and nonbinary authors to check out:
Tobi Hill-Meyer
Alok Vaid-Menon
Ivan Coyote
Florence Ashley
Mia Violet
Maia Kobabe
Julia Serano
Sinclair Sexsmith
Laura Kate Dale
Georgina "Gigi" Kiersten
S. Bear Bergman
Mx. Nillin Lore
Orlando Silver
Jamie Raines
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leebrontide · 2 months
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riversidewings · 6 months
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My trans sapphic cyberpunk novel Confluence: A Person-Shaped Story, is a 2023 NYC Big Book Award Distinguished Favorite in Science Fiction! I'm working on its sequel, and in order to support my work and improve my income stability in a time where my income has taken a sudden hit, please subscribe on Patreon at http://patreon.com/riversidewings
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idiotvera · 11 months
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Hey, did you know I'm an endangered artist? I'm writing a series called Sideways, it's a queer urban fantasy following a trans woman who finds herself in a bizarre city where magic and monsters are real. You can support this project on Patreon where I've just posted an update with plans for the series as a whole. I post early access to the chapters I write as they're ready on Patreon too, so please check it out and consider sharing this post.
(You can also buy Volume One on Amazon as a kindle or paperback)
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roach-pizza · 9 months
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If asked, the one person Gillius Liastra would call his enemy is Ascal Solaster. The two don't spend more than a few minutes in each other's presence, most would assume out of disdain; however underneath the boiling bitterness the two have, something sweeter was brewing. Those moments where they have a seemingly ceaseless amount of time together, without eyes lingering, it's revealed they don't have as much hate for each other as they thought. Can they sort themselves out before Gillius's past catches up to him? Read here to find out more.
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It's finally time to get these assholes out of my head. They are messy, gay, and dramatic. DNI if you're a minor, this is 18+. I probably won't be able to blaze this, so if you can reblog this that would be excellent.
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ninawolv3rina · 2 months
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✨Books✨
The beginning of a trilogy about a god of death and the world who has to put up with him
Book 1: A disaster bisexual convicted of stabbing a politician gets chosen to be Prophet of Death. The priesthood is… not thrilled. Get it here
Book 2: A retired assassin gets hired to find a cure for a young lord’s poisoned daughter. Along the way he meets a nonbinary bard with the power to change people’s emotions by touching them. Maybe they fall in love? :3 Get it here
You can read them out of order, as long as you read both before book 3 (which will come out 2025)!
Read the reviews here
Trigger warnings are listed in amazon descriptions.
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oatmilk-vampire · 24 days
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I love when I'm writing a scene casually, not really focused or worried about proper grammar because it's only the rough draft and my attention is split elsewhere... But then I suddenly figure out how to write that one specific missing scene, bridging all the gaps, tying up every lose end. It feels so good. Like how it physically feels pressing the final puzzle piece in. My brain feels good.
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pcm-vandermeer · 9 days
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smutty perks of having a tentacled bf:
✧ constant change of texture
✧ lifting you up in the air
✧ not having a spot on you that he can’t touch somehow
✧ fingering his suckers
✧ attaching his suckers to your nipples
✧ attaching his suckers literally anywhere you want
✧ once again: tentacle hickeys
✧ soft and squishy or hard and heavy
✧ comes with built-in lube!
✧ curling around you to hold you close as he thrusts into you ♡
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anyawildt · 9 months
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Hey Tumblr! I heard you like gay fantasy?
My brand new Ancient Rome inspired m/m fantasy romance novel is out now!
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Intrigue? Of course! Gorgeous setting? Absolutely! Full of hot hot stuff? You bet!
As We Fall was written for fans of books like The Song of Achilles and the Captive Prince series.
Excited yet? Here’s the blurb:
Peace is a dangerous business.
Domitris has learned that lesson well, and he has a lot to prove as the first Elected Emperor of Marmaras. But even with the power of the throne, brokering a treaty with the enemy nation Dassosda is no easy task. As his council undermines his efforts at every turn and negotiations are hanging by a thread, his focus is stolen by the captivating but mysterious man, Sinnan. Sinnan is alluring, fun, and easy – everything Domitris’ life isn’t. After an attempt on his life, Domitris must find the perpetrators to save himself and his country. With only days left before signing the treaty, the fate of the empire and the fragile truce with Dassosda are slowly falling apart. In the midst of political chaos and fighting for his life, Domitris is forced to rely on the help of his new mischievous lover to keep the crown. Dragged into a world of half truths and beautiful lies, Domitris must decide who to trust, as his council, Sinnan, and even his own heart seem to be playing tricks on him.
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enterwittyjokehere · 16 days
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[Angsty Gale won the poll, have fun with his mage hand guys. ;)]
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Dread Alter of The Heart
[Gale (of waterdeep) Dekarios x afab reader smut]
[⚠️Warnings⚠️]
[Agrument]
[Mentions of death and being blown up]
[Angry at old man]
[Early act two spoilers!!!]
[Heavy smut 18+ only]
[Teasing]
[Incorrect use of mage hand]
“I am so very sorry, Gale..” The old man's words filled you with a burning rage, a pit that sat in the top of your chest, right next to your heart, and made fiery tears fill your eyes. The dangerous emotion was clear to both of the wizards surrounding you, Gale was more concerned by the sudden uncharacteristic change in your demeanor. 
Gale’s warm hand moved to sit on your shoulder, in an attempt to provide a bit of emotional support and to try and quell your worsening rage. The large hand rubbed at the bone of your shoulder, you only shrugged it off as you took a step closer to Elminster.
Fists balled and face getting redder by the second, you pointed a finger past the old man, “Get out of my camp.” 
You said it as calmly as you could, the anger inside of your chest making you less than rational. A hand firmly grabbed at your wrist, “(y/n), please, Elminster is a dear friend.”
Turning to face Gale, you furrowed your eyebrows, “No, Gale, friends don't randomly show up, eat all your food and then tell you to kill yourself, not good friends at least.”
“As previously stated I am so very sorry, Gale, truly.” You shot the old wizard a glare.
After being reprimanded by Gale once again, you retreated, stomping off to your tent. Letting the flap of fabric, used as the door, fall down, you sat upright on your bedroll, head hung low.
The feelings you held for your party's wizard were so blatant and obvious, the whole team was aware. Hearing what has to come next made you fearful, to say the least. Holding your hands up to your face, your bundle of stressful emotions left through your eyes.
The looming spectre, known as the fear of rejection, had kept you from ever allowing Gale to know your true feelings. Even now as he was going to put the half assed forgiveness from a goddess, who has done nothing but abuse and misuse both him, his trust and his magickal abilities over the life he lives currently and more importantly to you, the one he could live, after this was all over, with you.
Not knowing if he would even accept your love now that his goddess was back in the equation. All the hard work you had put into your delusions of a content life with a sweet wizard husband poured down the drain. Almost left you feeling like you belonged in the sewers of Baldr’s gate.
Reveling in your reminiscent remorse took you out of your surroundings and your tears became sobs. The emotional waves that washed over you felt uncontrollable, almost inconsolable, as though no one could help, the dreaded feeling of losing Gale, all to win the favor of some goddess, left you in hysterics.
Sobbing into your hands, you sniffled and swore under your breath, left startled by a sharp clearing of a throat outside your tent. 
“(Y/n)... Can I speak with you?” Gale muttered, then pausing to wait for your response, your startled demeanor fluctuated, relief poured into you when Gale’s voice was heard and then you remembered that you are almost in no shape to speak to him.
Eyes puffy and nose running, you were aware that your disheveled state was obvious and yet when Gale asked to talk you could never say no. The butterflies started without even having to look at him, knowing right now he was outside your tent waiting to speak with you made you giddy. 
“Sh*t-! Yes, Gale. Just… um- give me a second.” You said, hurriedly, wiping your red tearstained face on the sleeve of your cotton camp clothes. 
Opening the flap of the tent, you stepped out into Gale's view. He frowned for a second, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Have you been crying?” 
You glanced up at him, biting onto your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the next round of tears. Nodding your head slightly, before your attempt to stop your overflowing emotions failed, Gale wrapped an arm around you pulling you into an embrace.
“I should be the one crying, I'll be the one that has to… you know.” He said, laughing slightly, before making a worried face.
You didn't have to see his face to know what he did, he was so predictable in everything, or maybe you just knew him well enough. Sniffling slightly you shook your head, “No. I won't let you. We'll find another way.” 
“I am afraid that's not your place, my friend.” Gale said, pulling away from you.
Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto the sleeve of his shirt, your face wet from tears. You shuttered when his big brown eyes found your own, “...Gale, I'm in love with you.”
The words had slipped out before you could stop them, the tone of your voice was as though that was a reason for him to let you stop him. 
Gale's lips curled into a small smile, yet his eyes were still sad, “I know.” 
His words were gentle and sweet, he wrapped his arms around you again, before speaking once more, “and maybe had I not been cursed with this ‘divine purpose’ we could've had each other.”
More tears pushed over the threshold, your hands attempted to retract from Gale's shoulders. He watched as your lip began to quiver and you backed away, “Or you could've chosen me… instead of a goddess who has done nothing for you.” 
You tried to turn around, away from Gale, but he grabbed your wrist, “Please, you should know I cannot disobey Mystra, she is magick and magick is-”
“Your life?” You finished, knowing where his words would end, “That's what I wanted too.” 
Ripping your hand away from the wizard, you wiped your tears. Turning around, only to have Gale's hands latch onto your wrist holding you firmly in place. His eyes peered into you, pleading for you to listen. Yet the hurt in your heart hid his heart from your eyes, your clouded mind forbade you from taking the wizard as who he truly was.
“(Y/n), please, don't be like this..” Gale called, “I love you too, you make me happier than anyone else, I would love nothing more than to make you mine and allow all of Faerûn that knowledge and yet-”
“Gale, Please, you said quite enough, already.” The belated words hurt more than they should have, Gale's attempt to rekindle a flame he had just extinguished only killed the dying sparks further. 
Gale placed a hand to his chest, his now sad eyes peering into you, “I love you, too, please.” 
You shook your head, “No, if you loved me I would mean more to you than-” 
“Mystra means very little to me-! But if this is the only way to save Faerûn, to save everyone… including you, I have to do it. It's my responsibility…” Gale said, grabbing at the orb that decorated both the inside and outside of his chest, “Please… I love you.” 
“You've said that… Gale-” 
Your words were swiftly cut short as Gale's warm hands found your face, cupping the soft tearstained flesh. He pushed his forehead to your own, “Please, allow me a chance is all I ask…”
You stayed silent, Gale tilted your head slightly and pressed a hot kiss to your forehead. 
His eyes found your own again, “Tonight there is no orb, no absolute just you and me… We can worry about Elminster and Mystra's demand when the need for such an action arises.” 
Your eyes filled with tears once more, you blinked as they rolled down your cheeks. Only to be wiped away by Gale's thumb, “No need for tears, my darling, please.”
You looked up into Gale's eyes, he took the moment to smile down at you before pressing his lips to your own, kissing you properly. Your hand slipped behind his shoulder, holding onto the fabric of his shirt, holding the fabric tightly you pulled Gale off of you.
“If I allow you this-”
“If we find another way to defeat this thing… consider it done, orb and Gale, both still intact.” Gale said, his eyes staring into you.
“And Mystra?”
“What of her?” Gale questioned where you were going with your words.
“I’m sure she won’t be pleased with me taking her sweet little lapdog.”
“Then, she should have considered that before tossing me aside.” Gale spoke, placing a short lived kiss to your lips, “Its as you said, why kill myself to please a Goddess, who has done less for me than the sweet adventurer i’ve grown to know and love.”
“Stop with the flattery and kiss me already, wizard.” You teased, Gale smiled, placing his hands on your hips and doing exactly as you told him. Leaning over to meet you in another kiss, your hands found his shoulders as Gale pulled your body closer. 
The closeness of the two of you made you needy as you would move and tease both of you, small whines trickling from your throat. Gale moved a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh pulling your leg over his hip, you would move occasionally brushing against his growing er*ct*on. The thoughts that ran through his head were less than savory, your free hand tangling in his long hair. While his lips devoured your own, his tongue ravaged the inside of your mouth, searching the cavern thoroughly. 
Gale pulled away from the kiss, panting like a dog, “Gods, we should at least get inside before continuing, if you wish to continue..” His words lingered; they carried insecurity but also curiosity as though he was searching for your consent, eager to know your wishes.
 Perhaps he wondered if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, a small smile found your face, “Oh, please Gale, you’re not getting out of this that easily.”
You backed into the tent, moving against him as soon as he entered, kissing him roughly, once more. Gale’s hands fluttered to your hips, holding you flush to his body, smiling into the embrace.
Inside the tent, Gale placed you down on a large wooden chest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes made your stomach curl in excitement. 
“Lay down, my precious.” He said, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “By the gods, you're perfect.”
His words were expelled in a groan as you followed his instructions, laying back in the cold wood of the chest. Gale's steady hands began disrobing you, he unbuttoned and pulled off your trousers. 
Before he started on your undergarments he licked the pad of his thumb, pushing it to your clothed core. You squirmed at the action, pulling a small chuckle from the wizard's lips, “Patience, I will not keep you waiting long.” 
He pulled away from you, and began slipping out of his robe, then he hastily unbuttoned his own trousers. Discarding both of the garments onto the floor of your tent, he smiled down at you palming the growing tent in his purple underwear.
You pushed onto your elbows watching him, licking your lips as your eyes traced over his crotch. Gale moved closer to you, his hands enveloping your clothed chest, playing with the soft flesh, “Your turn.” 
His simper was ravenous, like he could devour you whole. He moved closer, kneeling onto the chest, his body hanging over your own. 
The closer Gale got to you the worse your craving for him panged in your aching core. It didn't help that when he pressed a long cascading kiss to your lips, his knee pressed into your lower body, rubbing your warm core. Gale would pull away and come right back into the kiss, igniting a passionate fire beneath him.
Each time the wizard would pull away from your embrace, muttering your praises, only to reignite the kiss. His hand pumping around his hard c**k, groaning into the kiss, “G-Gale, please…”
His lidded eyes opened, staring down at you, nodding slightly before he pulled away. Gale quickly slipped off the briefs, kneeling down at the edge of the chest, he took a finger slipping off your underwear. The wizard's free hand cast mage hand, a spell resulting in a small ghostly hand to appear, with a flick of his free hand the mage hand slipped over your chest. Playing with your nipples, the blue hand teased your hardening bud.
Gale smiled at the sounds the spell elicited, moving his free hand to hold down one of your legs, while spreading your lower lips open. Your attempt at keeping your eyes on Gale failed as he moved into your core, suckling sweetly on the aching bud in your lower body. 
The more ragged and feral your moans for him became the quicker his hand at the base of his own pleasure moved. He mumbled and moaned into your core as you rocked your hips against his face, in an attempt to secure more pleasure for yourself.
“You're more than I could ever need, don't you ever forget that.” Gale moaned out, his tongue assaulting your sensitive c*nt.
“Yeah and that's why you're going to find another way, right?”
“Whatever you ask of me.” He said, before standing up to fully penetrate your lower body.
Your hands found his forearms, while Gale's hands settled on the dips of your hips, you moaned out before biting your lip to quell your noises.
“Let's make this quick, yeah?” Gale said as he rocked in and out of you, “I don't think I can last much longer.”
The friction between the two of you was ecstatic, the building knot in your lower stomach pleaded to be broken. The blue hand Gale had summoned, moved down to where your bodies met, rubbing the abused bundle of nerves Gale had previously been sucking on.
With a jolt of your hips your climax hit, Gale almost immediately succumb to the warmth squeezing feeling of you tensing around him. Sloppily thrusting in, he chased the high while you squirmed beneath him, overstimulation threatened to ruin your moment.
“I hope we didn't wake the others.” You spoke your voice shaky.
Gale looked up at you, kissing you gently, “To the hells with them.”
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borninwinter81 · 10 days
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Queer horror from my teens
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I periodically wonder whether these books are still known and read by young goths and horror fans as they were all extremely important to me in my teenage years, so I thought I'd share them.
Though I'm cishet, during the mid 90s two of my favourite authors wrote primarily queer fiction: they were Anne Rice and another author from New Orleans who is now known as Billy Martin.
He came out as a trans man in 2011, however these books were published prior to that so unfortunately you have to search for them under his deadname. This is why I've used that name in the tags on this post. I don't believe the books were ever reprinted with his current name.
Though I loved Rice, I always felt a more immediate connection with Martin due to his vivid portrayal of subcultures like goth and punk, and how it felt to be a teenager who was part of them. I could see myself in many of his characters as I had the same interests, listened to the same music, and shared the same sense of social alienation. Remember in the 90s the Internet was still a reasonably new thing, and many of us didn't have a home Internet connection at all. There was certainly no social media, no YouTube, and no real way to meet and interact with like-minded teens unless you were lucky enough to have another "weird kid" at your school. If you were a weird kid, you likely had very few friends and were bullied.
That as much as anything else led me to seek solace in books written by an author who I felt understood me, and characters who became my friends.
Lost Souls is about vampires in a kind of Lost Boys/Near Dark way. Fans of the YouTuber OfHerbsAndAltars might be interested to know that this book is where the name of his channel comes from - it's a description of the taste of Chartreuse liqueur.
Drawing Blood is about ghosts, a "murder house", computer hacking, comic art and a very beautiful (if rather messed up) romance. This one is probably my favourite of the three.
Exquisite Corpse is about serial killers, set against the AIDS crisis of the 90s. If you like the Hannibal TV series you'll probably enjoy this one - imagine if Dennis Nilsen and Jeffrey Dahmer had somehow met.
Martin doesn't pull any punches when it comes to descriptions of blood and gore, violence, abusive parents or his portrayal of toxic romantic relationships (of which there are many in his books), but if you can deal with those things there is also a great deal of beauty, phenomenally good writing, and a somewhat unique perspective on the supernatural.
Maybe I'm biased, looking at these through the lens of my teenage self. Maybe they'd seem horribly dated to today's young audience. But I still wanted to make this post in case there's someone out there who will end up loving them as much as I did.
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Life is wild sometimes. I made a small decision almost a year ago, based on a recommendation of one of the most positive individuals to ever grace my life so far, and I firmly believe that it has changed the course of my life. The decision was to sign up for a class about fantasy writing and publishing that my university was offering, which is the exact genre I so desperately want to have a career in (I want to be a writer you see). That fall I took the 8 week class and it happened to be taught by none other than the absolutely wonderful, utterly amazing fantasy author Alex Rowland (aka @ariaste). If you asked myself or any of my peers, we will happily tell you that this class was one of the comfiest, kindest, most encouraging academic experiences we have ever had and that it has changed our lives. Anyone who has taken at least one creative writing class in their life will tell you of the horrors that ruthlessly plague them and all sorts of traumatic incidents endured. This class was a soothing balm to a disheartened soul with trampled ambitions. You might be wondering where I'm going with this? Well, when you take a class with an author, they tend to gush rather happily about their work. It did not take long for me to know in my heart of hearts that I NEEDED to get my hands on Alex's latest book, A Taste of Gold and Iron (aka ATOGAI). And when I finally got the perfect chance to read it a little over a month ago, when I tell you, it was chapter five when I became undeniably aware that this book had snatched my heart and I would gladly let it have it for the rest of my life. If I hadn't already bought all of Alex's books on a strong hunch that I would absolutely, completely and utterly fall in love with ATOGAI, I would have definitely right after I finished that chapter. This is inarguably one of the best books I have ever read, checking all my boxes (including ones I didn't even know I had). I don't think it's possible to praise it enough because it deserves it all. The wait I endured before I could read it was so worth it and I will be forever grateful for the sheer chance that it and it's author entered into my life. It shattered my high expectations and I will never be the same and couldn't be happier about it. Now, I still have to read the other books that Alex has written (and I will savor them like a piece of the finest of desserts and I haven't the slightest doubt, despite that I tend to be more on the quiet side, I will be absolutely mouthing off about them to anyone who will listen), but I want to specifically highlight their upcoming book, Running Close to the Wind (aka RCW). Because I was in their class and a part of their Discord, I have been treated to several chapters of the book and I can very firmly tell you that you need this in your life. It's terribly funny, utterly vibrant, very queer, full of gremlin chaos and pirate shenanigans, all good and wonderful things, right? I knew I needed it in my life half way through Alex reading chapter two to us. It comes out in June of this year and I so highly recommend you give it a look see. You can read an excerpt in the link below!
And if you too decide that you need this book in your life, go preorder it and then come join a Discord full of awesome queer pocket people that are also terribly excited for this book to be in our hands! I will also be posting fanart of ATOGAI and RCW if you also want to keep an eye on this little habitat of mine. :) Either way, best wishes and happy reading!
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