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[her-satanic-wiles]

Welcome to my masterlist!

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My future plans (Available to Bishops and higher, all are commissionable if you want to read them faster.)

All my fics, unless stated otherwise, are 18+. So please proceed with caution, and minors do not interact.

If it has a red DF, it means it's dark fiction, and you should heed the trigger warnings. I would actually recommend to people 21+.

If it has a blue S, it means the work is sapphic.

If it has a purple A, it means the work is achillean.

If it has a green GN, it means the reader is gender neutral.

If it has a pink PS, it means the reader is plus size.

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Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART

Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)

Guess Who? PS

Series

Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

One shots

Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2

Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Lupercalia

Bejewelled

Guess Who? PS

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One shots

Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)

Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS

Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)

Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Guess Who? PS

Series

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist

As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

One shots

Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN

Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)

Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)

Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)

Tulips and Daisies

Guess Who? PS

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One shots

Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)

Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS

Era 3

Alpha

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Gale

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Moss

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Omega

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Stream

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Eras 4 & 5

Aurora

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Food Play (Kinktober 2023) S

Cirrus

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Sensory Deprivation (Kinktober 2023) S

Cumulus

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Sex Toys (Kinktober 2023) S

Dewdrop

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Realm of Souls ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+) A

In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit.

One shots

Stuck in Wall (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Swiss) SFW.

Mountain

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Size Kink (Kinktober 2023) GN

Spanking (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Phantom

Series

The Cardinal ⛧ Masterlist

You got a promotion, and a new promotion means a new uniform and your very own Ghoul-in-training! That Ghoul just so happens to be your closest friend, Phantom. However, your new uniform and position does something to Phantom that gets harder and harder to deny.

One shots

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Rain

Series

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One shots

Rimming (Kinktober 2023) GN

Swiss

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Coming soon...

One shots

Panties & Lingerie, (Kinktober 2023)

Breathplay, (Kinktober 2023)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Dewdrop) SFW.

Papa Emeritus Nihil

Series

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One shots

Breeding (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Sister Imperator

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2023 2024

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[literary-love-songs]

An Education in Malice | S.T. Gibson

#sapphic #lesbian #bisexual #sapphic vampires #carmilla #an education in malice #carmilla x laura #queer #vampire #vampires #vampire fiction #fiction #queer fiction #spicy fiction #st gibson

[writingonscrappaper]

“I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster” is now available for Pre-Order!

It’s finally official! You can now pre-order my mafia rom-com “I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster” thru Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords or Apple Books!

Amazon does not currently support PREORDERS through the publisher I use, but the book will be available on Amazon on the release date, which is JULY 21st! (Wow, that’s scarily close 😅)

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go hyperventilate in the corner!

#writing #my writing #writing community #mafia romance #mafia fiction #mafia comedy #romantic comedy #spicy fiction #writblr #writerscommunity #writing on tumblr #self publishing #indie fiction #indie books #indie author #preorder

[georgebarretwriter]

Snippet from my debut book, “The Sanguine Elf”

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[curhartwrites]

Hollis, a short story by Linden Curhart

[This is a piece of original Queer erotic fiction, intended for adult readers only. No major trigger warnings apply. Casual death mention. A trans man who can see ghosts has a one night stand with one in a quiet cabin during a snowstorm.]

Having the ability to see ghosts was not exactly something Jesse had asked for. He wasn’t born with the “gift” like most people; instead, he just woke up one day to a world that was much noisier than the day before. At twenty six, he had just begun to feel like he might be getting his life together. He had a house with a few roommates who were sort of okay, and a job he didn’t hate. He was a year past his top surgery, and was starting to feel more confident about his body and his appearance. He felt stronger. The pieces of his life were starting to fall into place one by one, but all of it was shattered by the sudden appearance of a bunch of dead people he didn’t know. 

They were everywhere. It was astounding just how many of his friends and neighbors didn’t know that they were being followed around by their dead relatives. The older buildings in his neighborhood were densely populated with the echoes of human beings who had died decades or sometimes even centuries ago. Their voices were everywhere, and their presence in a room sent chills through his body. It was inescapable.

In retrospect, that first year was the hardest. He moved into a smaller apartment where he could stay on his own, away from the ghosts who followed his unwitting roommates around every day, desperately trying to attract their attention. It was in that apartment, which was the size of a walk-in closet and painted a horribly depressing “landlord white,” that he tried to come to grips with the fact that he was never going to feel alone ever again. This was actually happening to him. It was real. He spoke to friends, a woman with purple hair who worked in a crystal shop, a priest, and his mom. No one had any advice for him regarding how he might be able to get rid of his new second sight - at least, not anything that worked. When the people around him started to look at him with pity and suggest that maybe his issue was more psychological than spiritual, the sting of not being believed was more painful than the burden of his new sight. He decided that the best thing to do was go away for a while. 

Late in the evening, he picked up his key and a bundle of firewood from a shack at the edge of the camp property, and then drove down a winding dirt path through fir trees that were already leaning and shuddering in the wind. He eventually found the dimly lit path up to cabin number seven. The one room cabin sat underneath the spread of a large oak, whose leafless winter branches resembled black, long-fingered hands scratching at the flat grey sky. Jesse parked close to the cabin and carried his necessary belongings inside: a sleeping bag and rolled up blanket, a few camping essentials in a backpack, and a cardboard box of non-perishable food stuffs. Standing on the narrow front porch and looking out through the gathering blue dark, he could smell the sharpness of coming snow in the air. Out beyond the evening silhouettes of the trees, the half frozen lake gleamed.

Now, three years later, he was beginning to make peace with his gift a little at a time. He traveled from place to place doing odd jobs and repairs for people who wouldn’t remember his name when he was gone. The less they spoke to him, the better, as far as he was concerned. He never stayed in one place for very long, since doing so would invite too many questions about where he had come from and why he had left. On occasion, a particularly communicative spirit might ask him for help in passing on a message to someone who was still alive. He did his best, but never made any promises. Many factors made it difficult to live like this, but the one that he struggled with the most was the loneliness. Before gaining his ability to see ghosts, he had been a very social person. He had close friends and lovers, people he thought would stick by him no matter what. Now, he made few connections, and none that lasted very long.

Quietly, Christmas came and went. January arrived while he was on the road, between temporary waystations, and the new year passed without fanfare. He listened to the happy racket of other people cheering and spinning noise makers somewhere else, on the radio in his car. It was a few days later that he found himself looking for a place to stay to wait out an impending snowstorm. He was far from any kind of major city or town where he could get a hotel room, so he would have to consider other options. Asking around led him to a campsite that offered cabin rentals. It was inexpensive this time of year, and there would be almost no one else around. It wouldn’t exactly be the height of luxury, but Jesse reasoned that he might actually prefer it to staying at a roadside motel, since those places tended to be full of unhappy spirits. 

The inside of the cabin was dusty and cold. It was an old structure made of lumber and stone, with a low bed with a rubber camping mattress, a table and two chairs, and a small wood burning stove. A rectangular mirror with a plastic frame leaned against one wall, between a gingham curtained window and an ovular wood-burning of an eagle. The straw rug in front of the door read “Gone Fishing.” There was a water pump around back, with a red handle, but he reasoned that the pipes were probably already frozen. Jesse set down his belongings on top of the round wooden table. He looked around for a moment, then ran his hand over one of the wooden bedposts. Over who knew how many summers, people had carved names, initials, and inside jokes into the wood with pens and pocket knives. He could feel the indentations of those marks now, underneath his fingertips. Katie Loves Ash. Brendan was here. E&H. MG & DD forever. From ancient caves to rental cabins, it seemed that human beings shared a timeless need to leave some kind of evidence that they had existed in a certain place - a plea to be remembered. Jesse resisted the urge to pull his multi-tool from his pocket.

It was too early to sleep, but without electric lights, it quickly became dark inside his quiet shelter. The low orange light from the fire threw black shapes on the walls that danced and swayed, their forms indistinguishable except for the occasional stark claw of a tree branch. Outside, the firs and cedars made a low groaning sound as they bent under the force of a frigid wind. Lying with the sleeping bag pulled all the way up to his nose, Jesse wondered if it had started snowing yet. He reached one arm out from his cocoon of warmth and felt around inside his backpack for a flashlight and a book. Three pages into his paperback werewolf romance, he fell asleep. 

After lighting a fire in the stove and rolling up a towel underneath the door to trap some warmth inside the drafty cabin, Jesse had a dinner of peanut butter crackers, baby carrots, and blue gatorade before getting ready for bed. As cold as he was, his jeans and flannel both got tossed to the foot of the bed, and he climbed into his sleeping bag in just his boxers so he would warm up faster. 

Without much thought, Jesse knew that he was dreaming. He was still in bed, but instead of being bundled inside a winter-weight sleeping bag, he was lying underneath layers of soft blankets, and draped over his waist was the pleasant weight of someone else’s arm. He kept his eyes closed and ran his hand over that arm, feeling soft skin and a scatter of hair. A broad, strong chest pressed against his naked back, and in his ear was the rhythmic sound of someone else’s breathing. 

Underneath the cover of their shared blankets, the man curled up behind him slid his hand slowly up Jesse’s body to gently frame the front of his throat, and then back down again. Callused fingertips skated over the iridescent scar tissue that framed the shape of his chest. The slow drag of that hand over his soft stomach sent a shiver rippling up his spine and elicited a soft anticipatory gasp. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t find any information in his dreaming mind about who this man was, but he didn’t feel afraid. He knew that he was in the same cabin where he had fallen asleep. He stretched one leg back and slid his calf up between the legs of the stranger sharing his bed, encouraging closeness. It was a simple touch, a slide of warm skin, but its relaxed slowness held an unspoken invitation. Arousal pooled with a pleasant and unhurried tension between Jesse’s hips and at the base of his spine. 

The stranger’s hand slipped just underneath the elastic waistband of Jesse’s boxers to brush teasingly through coarse dark curls and then lower. His fingertips bypassed Jesse’s small, sensitive dick for now to instead tease at his wet hole. The sound he made as he opened his thighs was soft and needy. He could feel the pressing thickness of the stranger’s cock against the curve of his ass. He rolled his hips back. The man’s index finger slid inside him and he tipped his head back, lips opening around another gasp. The moment they were in felt fragile, as if loud sounds or coherent speech might break whatever spell they were under together. He knew somehow, with the instinctive wisdom that is sometimes made available in dreams, that if he opened his eyes and tried to look at the stranger, it would all come apart. He trailed his own hand down his body to toy with his dick as one finger inside him became two, and then three. Sweat dampened his forehead and the back of his neck. They were breathing together now. The languid tension in his body coiled tighter and became something more urgent. 

The stranger’s mouth brushed over the curve of his throat. He felt the rough drag of facial hair and the warmth of an exhale. The ember burning at the center of his body broke open and scattered into sparks that traveled all the way to the ends of his limbs and he came without breathing. 

His body hummed. The stranger withdrew his fingers and instead reached between the close press of their bodies to steady the base of his dick. Jesse arched his lower back into a curve. Around them, the edges of his dream wavered like a heat mirage. 

“Please.” The wind buffeted the cabin window with a rattling sound. The storm had not yet arrived, but it was well on its way. No wintering cardinals broke through the morning hush with their music. The woods held their breath, bracing for impact. Jesse woke up alone. 

He felt overheated inside the confines of his winter sleeping bag, and fevered with arousal. He stuck one arm out of his sleeping bag to get a little cool air moving on his skin. When he pressed his thighs together, he found that his boxers were wet. 

The fire had died overnight, so the cabin was cold again. It didn’t take long for that overheated feeling to wear off, and Jesse got dressed quickly in the dim, colorless morning light. A peek through the curtains revealed light windblown snowfall. It had only just started to stick to the ground, so he would still have a little time to prepare. 

As he dressed in warm layers and made his way back to the welcome shack at the edge of the property, he noticed that, unlike most dreams, this most recent one stuck with him even once he felt fully awake. It lingered in glimpses as he picked up some jugs of drinking water and extra firewood to bring back to the cabin. The memory of rough hands on his body occupied his thoughts as he made instant coffee over the cabin stove. The dream had felt too real, and he remembered it too vividly. Sitting in one of the chairs under the window with his chipped Snoopy coffee mug held between both hands, he shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs. It was still just a dream. 

As the day passed in solitude, the wind picked up speed. The snow fell thicker through the dark trees, collecting in drifts, and the cabin door creaked in its frame. The storm covered over the flat, cold sky so that by nightfall, the woods had already been dark for several hours. Jesse pulled the light rubber mattress off of the wooden bed frame and laid it on the floor in front of the fire, then curled up inside his sleeping bag with his blanket folded underneath his head to pillow it. He would wait out the storm in his quiet nest of accumulated comforts, surrounded by the low voices of leaning trees.

Here in the winter gloom, Jesse felt his solitude more keenly. It was a hollow ache in his chest. Most of the time, the work involved in traveling from place to place distracted him from his own loneliness and from thoughts of home. But last night’s dream had brought his isolation to the forefront of his mind. When, he wondered, was the last time he had been touched by another person?

He was half conscious, drifting in the timeless space between wakefulness and sleep, when a figure appeared in the chair beside the fireplace. He materialized slowly, gossamer-thin and with edges poorly defined in the flickering red light. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a dark beard and deep brown eyes. He sat in the wooden chair without really touching it, as if he were sitting in another chair that had occupied the same place in another time. Jesse sat up slowly. 

“Who are you?” he asked, and the usual surprise followed. 

“You can see me?” The ghost’s voice was as deep and warm now as it had been in Jesse’s dream. It mimicked the sound of the windblown pines. 

“Yes. And I remember you,” Jesse confessed without blushing.  “You were in my dream last night.”

A slow grin softened the ghost’s careworn features. He had the ruddy face of a man who spent most of his time outdoors, and though it was difficult to see now in the firelight, Jesse had the impression that in life, his eyes had been blue.

“My name is Hollis.”

“I’m Jesse.”

Hollis stood, only to kneel on the floor beside Jesse’s bed. There was red clay streaked on the knees of his jeans. 

“Are you angry with me for showing up in your dream, Jesse?”

He considered the question for a moment. Again, it came back to him - the warm, secure feeling of Hollis’ broad chest against his back, the sweet ache of need that swept in a wave through his body. Thinking about it now made his heart pound. 

“No. I’m not angry.” Jesse reached out a hand toward Hollis’ face, but stopped just short of his jaw, knowing that if he reached out any further, he would find nothing but cold air. He dropped his hand to his lap. 

“Are you going to ask me how I died? Isn’t that how this is supposed to go?” Hollis asked him, and he smiled. 

“You can tell me if you want to. But you don’t owe me your story.”

“You don’t seem very scared.”

“I’m not. I just wish you could touch me.”

Hollis shifted closer. In the firelit warmth of the cabin, the diaphanous image of him emitted a tangible chill that sent a faint shiver through Jesse’s body. 

“So do I.” His dark eyes drifted over Jesse’s face, over his throat, and down the slope of his shoulders. “But you could touch yourself. Be my hands and let me guide you.”

Jesse did flush this time, but he didn’t look away or shy from the invitation to a novel form of intimacy. He shimmied up out of his sleeping bag. Like the previous night, he was stripped down to his boxers, baring a body that was lean from labor, but with a layer of softness over capable muscle. 

“I like that idea.”

His hands slid down his body, slow and teasing, to slip fingers underneath the elastic of his boxers and push them down, but Hollis’ voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Not yet.” The words were stern, and Jesse froze instantly. “Leave those on. I want all of you, and I want to take my time.”

All at once, Jesse felt more exposed and vulnerable than he had before. Not knowing what to expect left him vibrating with anticipatory tension. 

“Touch your lips for me,” Hollis went on, “gently, with just your fingertips.”

He watched as Jesse trailed his fingers over the plush softness of his mouth. The unwavering intensity of Hollis’ gaze made him feel as if he were pinned in place, like a moth under glass. 

“Good. I wish I could kiss you, feel how soft you are.” Hollis’ voice pitched a little deeper, a little rougher. Jesse wondered what arousal felt like to him, without a body to experience it with. Maybe it was more like a memory. But it didn’t seem like the right time to ask. “I want you to trace your hands over your body,” Hollis instructed, “and go slow. Focus on the way your hands feel against your skin.”

As Jesse’s hands skimmed down his arms, along his sides, and over the soft give of his stomach, desire thrummed in his blood. This was not at all how he usually went about touching himself. It was usually a quick, goal oriented pursuit involving very little thought, and he didn’t treat himself to much foreplay. It was strange to treat his own body with such gentle, patient consideration now, to touch himself like a lover. His palms skated over the scatter of dark hair over the tops of his thighs, and then the softer skin on the inside, and he watched Hollis’ eyes follow the path of his hands. 

“Very good, Jesse,” Hollis said, dripping sweetness, and the praise made Jesse’s ears and throat feel hot. “Your legs look so strong.”

As if following the pull of the ghost’s thoughts, Jesse paused to knead at the firm muscle in his thighs, and then down his calves - muscle he had built through hard work. He was proud of this body, which he had made his own a little at a time with injections and surgery, with exercise, with the choices he made and the way that he carried himself, with patience and love. That pride suffused his touch now, and his arousal became colored by a kind of reverence for his own flesh and the ways it had changed with him. 

“You can take them off, now.”

Pulled up from his thoughts, Jesse nodded and slid his boxers down his legs and kicked them off of his ankle. He was struck with the sharply masculine scent of his own sex as he ran his hands over the insides of his thighs again. His need to be touched (for Hollis to touch him through the instrument of his own hands) was a hot pulse in his body. 

“Slowly,” Hollis reminded him in that firm, commanding tone which left no room for argument, “touch just your outer folds. I want you to tease yourself a little. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” Jesse breathed, nodding, even though what he wanted to do was slide his fingers inside himself to satisfy that needy ache. The simple touch of his own light fingertips over the soft shape of his cunt raised his need to a fever pitch and he swallowed hard. The way that Hollis instructed him, taking time to truly feel everything, required him to be fully present with his own body - something he rarely did these days. He breathed deeply and noticed each sensation as it occurred - the warm flush in his skin, the low teasing pleasure, the heat from the fireplace and the strange contrast of coldness that radiated from Hollis’ form. 

“Please,” he breathed, and watched as the corner of Hollis’ mouth lifted into a smirk. “Hollis, please, you’re killing me here.”

The ghost’s laughter carried in it an echo of warmth from another life, something playful and easy. The gauzy edges of his image floated around Jesse like tendrils of cold smoke. He nodded.

“Okay, sweetheart.”

The unexpected endearment drew a pleased sigh from Jesse’s lips. His eyes were half lidded and hazy as he slid the soft pad of his index finger between his inner labia and over his hole to gather his own wetness, then back up to rub at his dick. It was bigger now than it had been before he started taking testosterone, but it was still small and sensitive in his fingers. As he slowly stroked himself, taking care not to overstimulate, a quiet moan left him. Here he found another novelty. When he masturbated alone, he was always silent except for the rapid rhythm of his breath. Now, even though it was still only his own hands on his body, he made sounds as if Hollis were really touching him. 

Slow strokes turned into a clumsier rubbing up and down over his dick, and he pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, but again Hollis’ voice held him in its sway. 

“Jesse. Slow down. You don’t need to rush to finish,” Hollis assured him. Jesse looked up to find his eyes. “Slow down, and keep your legs open nice and wide for me so I can see you.” 

Despite the strong urge to just hurry up and make himself cum after so much teasing, Jesse obeyed. Just like in his dream, he had the sense that what they were sharing now was fragile and precarious, like rushing things might shatter the moment. He spread his thighs wider. 

“Good boy.”

The praise elicited another moan, louder this time. The muscles along the insides of his thighs and in his lower abdomen trembled. He leaned back on one hand, stretching his body long, and tipped his head back as he teased his dick with slow, gentle strokes. He closed his eyes, eyebrows knitting closer together in focus and frustration. He would never be able to cum like this. 

“There you go, sweetheart.” Suddenly Hollis’ voice was right next to his ear, and the ghost’s closeness made him shudder with sudden biting cold. “That’s perfect. I knew you could be patient. You look so beautiful like this.”

Jesse was truly surprised to feel the tight coil of pleasure which signaled impending climax gathering again at the base of his spine. That familiar singing tension sped his breath and his pulse. It came at him, not all at once, but in a slow wave that seemed to build and build forever, towering over him, until it finally crested and dragged him under, helplessly gasping. 

In the wake of his unraveling, Jesse lay naked in front of the fire, feeling sated and boneless. Hollis came to lie beside him, his floating figure not quite touching the mattress on the floor. The silence they shared was weightless and companionable. Eventually, Hollis spoke. 

“Thank you,” he said, “for helping me feel alive for a little while.”

Jesse regarded him for a moment, studying the complex feelings which surfaced in his rich brown eyes. 

“I’m only staying here until the storm dies down, and then I have to keep moving. Will you be okay?”

Hollis smiled at him again. “Don’t worry about me. When I died here, nobody knew where I was, and nobody really cared. I left this world without a single soul to remember me when I was gone. But you… you’ll remember me now.”

Jesse traced his fingers through the air around the shape of Hollis’ face again, as if he could offer him physical comfort, as if he could lend him some of his warmth. 

That afternoon, once the road out of the campground had been cleared, he packed up to leave again. He hauled the mattress up onto the bed frame where it belonged, swept the floor, and stacked his unused firewood next to the stove. His last act inside the enclosed warmth of the cabin, where the remnant of sex hung faintly in the air, was an act of remembrance. He pulled his camping knife from the pocket of his jeans, and into the much-loved wood of the bed frame, he carved in neat square letters the name “Hollis.”

“How could I forget?”

The following day, sunlight broke through the treetops in thin pillars and gleamed like white gold on the undisturbed snow. Jesse stepped out onto the cabin’s narrow front porch with his cup of coffee and watched a flock of starlings wing across the bright sky. Their small black bodies moved in perfect synchrony. The worst was over. 

Once the car was packed, he stood in the open doorway and looked in on the sun-dappled interior. “Rest easy,” he said aloud into the midday silence, before shutting the door. 

#queer fiction #original story #short story #ghost story #gay ghosts #trans character #smut #spicy writing #spicy fiction

[ash-rigby]

"No one would be able to take a dick that big and not get hurt—"

Honey, you're dealing with monster porn about demons and tentacles and shit; are you really drawing the realism line there? Sorry about you but me and my fantasized body are built different.

#text #spicy #terato #exophilia #like i get not being into over-sized dicks in art/fiction but don't rain on MY parade pal

[chrissy-kaos]

Don’t mind me I’m just reading my new spicy book 🥵.

#spicy books #spicy content #fantasy fiction #fairy girl #fairycore #trans #transgender #trans pride #transisbeautiful #mtf #transgirl #girlslikeus #mtf hrt #maletofemale #transformation #trans women are women #trans women #trans woman #trans women are beautiful #transexual #actually trans #mtf trans #this is what trans looks like #trans community #trans experience #trans feminine #trans fem #trans goddess #trans girl #trans is beautiful

[northern-passage]

this is a formal interest check for a charity raffle with the IF community

if you are an IF author or artist and you're interested in participating in a charity-drive raffle, please check out this form! we are aiming to do one big raffle with a single prize pool, where people submit proof of donation in exchange for a raffle ticket.

prizes we are currently considering would be things like a spicy snippet or a cosy snippet, etc. potential sketches from artists or a rendered bust, etc. and we'll allow the authors & artists to dictate how much/what exactly they're comfortable offering. donating to multiple gfm will mean more entries into the raffle. we'll be offering a list of potential gfm to donate to (we're going to try and focus on ones with low funds) & any artists/authors offering prizes can specify if they want to sponsor specific gfm.

this is subject to change! we are just trying to gauge interest right now and see what we can put together on our side of things which depends entirely on the people willing to contribute & if we get enough interest.

here is the google form for artists and authors to fill out:

this was inspired by the book auction for gaza as well as the many other art raffles i've seen here and on twitter.

#interactive fiction #i'll be offering spicy commissions with tnp or bc characters myself o7

[shesnake]

challengers (and, on some level iwtv) on the brain it really is so funny how so many people often will happily talk about polyamory as a solution to their little ships but when confronted with narratives that truly explore that it can't compute for them and they start picking teams of two.

#even if it's gay that's still heteronormative thinking. imo #because it's just not something they even understand/respect in real life #a throuple is always a scandal it's a juicy piece of gossip it's a display of audacity to youse #and with challengers being that spectacle of something so rarely portrayed (positively or negatively) it IS exciting!! #but really some people are just wired that way and it works for them and it can be the most blasé thing in the world #but also this world is full of unfortunate relationships attempting this with people who just aren't wired that way! #with monogamous-leaning(?) people trying something that doesn't work for them as a solution to their own relationship issues #and so as the majority they end up viewing it as inherently toxic and deviant. and then in fiction it's still just spicy to them! #challengers

[nyxiswrites1200]

Muscular!men x Curvy!fem

Slight NSFW, Slight body image issues/insecurities, I'm self-indulging

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Something about big strong men and soft curvy women just melts my brain ❤️

Large men who are muscular and just have a large presence in the room (dobermans and golden retrievers <3). Very well can win fights and protect their pretty girl. Along with the contrast of this pretty little thing standing beside them. A woman with a soft figure, soft tummy, squishy thighs, the whole works.

These men absolutely adore seeing their girlfriend in any clothes. Especially when it shows that bit of soft stomach. Even if you're standing there all insecure and unsure. He'll be trying his best not to drool. "I love it, princess", "God, you're gorgeous", "Makes you look like a goddess".

The intimacy is top notch. That one day you decided to wear lingerie for once? You'd never seen your boyfriend pop a boner so fast. He didn't even wanna take it off, just pushing it to the side and eating your pussy while holding those squishy hips of yours down.

Treats you like a million dollar work of art. Tells you how pretty you are and reassures every insecurity that you might have. Plus the perk of feeling security and safety anytime he's near.

Slowly erasing any derogatory statements you may have received before about your weight. Getting rid of that feeling that you can't wear certain things because he loves seeing those thick thighs in the shortest skirt you can find (if you're into that sort of style <3).

So yeah, muscular men and curvy girlies have my heart ❤️❤️

Thinking about.... Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, Nanami Kento, Toji Zenin, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Leon Kennedy, Miguel O'Hara....and whoever you want <3

#fanfic writer #my writing #reader insert #sam winchester x plus size reader #plusize #curvy body #curvy girls #muscular men #no thought only fictional men #rambles #supernatural #jjk headcanons #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #leon kennedy #nanami kento #soft tummy #headcanons #spicy writer #praise #fluff

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Spicy Detective Stories - Cover art by H. J. Ward (1934-1942)

#h. j. ward #spicy detective stories #pulp art #cover art #noir art #noirvember #hugh joseph ward #pulp artist #crime fiction #harry donenfeld #trojan publications #1930s #1940s

[wander-wren]

here’s my thing about proshipping, particularly in regards to the “well you can write that stuff to process trauma, but don’t fucking post it” argument. and i’m really just repeating what many, many others have said, but bear with me.

i don’t have sexual trauma (which is, 99% of the time, what this argument is about), so i can’t speak to that directly, but i do have traumas and coping mechanisms that some people think weird or off-putting or gross. i’m also someone who needs to talk about things with some kind of audience in order to process, whether that’s my therapist or my friends or—get this—fanfic readers. often, all three! max processing, baby!

but i’ve had people avoid responding when i bring certain things up, or outright say they can talk to me about some of my ~problems~, but not Those Ones. which is fine on its face, everyone is entitled to boundaries and in many cases they may simply not know what to say.

but it is deeply isolating to feel like there is a part of you unfit for public view. especially a part of you that you still want (need) to talk about in order to come to terms with it. so i can only imagine how it feels for some of the people arguments like these are attacking.

as long as there are warnings (and YES, “choose not to warn” is, in itself, adequate warning), there is no reason why any aspect of the human experience should have to be permanently hidden and undiscussed, no matter how uncomfortable its existence might make some random on the internet.

#wren wrambles #spicy midnight moment #proship #pro fiction #not gonna cross tag it even tho i want to #not that anyone needs a reason to write anything you can do whatever you want forever #BUT #it just strikes me as an especially cruel argument when antis try to do this

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Pulp - Spicy-Adventure Stories (Oct1940)

Art by H.J. Ward

Culture Publications

#Pulp #Magazines #Spicy Adventure Stories #Spicy-Adventure Stories #HJ Ward #Vintage #Art #Science Fiction #GGA #Good Girl Art #Lew Merrill #Spicy #Pulp Art #Pulp Illustration #Culture Publications #Culture #1940 #1940s #40s

[georgebarretwriter]

"The Sanguine Elf" by George Barret The vampire butler, Kellam, was once named William Lister when he was human but his life is now is servitude to a sadistic master named Azrael. Life in his master’s mansion was nothing but serving, obeying every order, and having to stand by and watch all forms of lustful depravity play out.

This changes one night after receiving a very special delivery; a beautiful elf princess named Aislyn. She is to be wed to Azrael as part of a peace treaty between elves and vampires. She becomes Azrael’s willing slave and toy, training to become her master’s perfect submissive through all forms of degradation. Secrecy and love bloom amid passion, pain, service and bondage in the dead of night between the vampire butler and the elvish bride.

Can love conquer all? Or will such a fairy tale end in blood? Now available on Amazon Kindle

#george barret #fantasy #indie author #spicy reads #spicy fiction #writer #author #character art #fantasy fiction #fiction #vampire #vampires #elf #elves

[stormyskies-writes]

Mystery/Crime Story Prompts

I've compiled a list of some of my favourite mystery/crime/thriller story ideas/prompts! I hope you all enjoy!

When the police come to announce the death of your husband, you refuse to believe it. "That's impossible," you say. "Unfortunately it's the truth, miss," answers the policeman. "It's impossible," you say again, "because he's in the kitchen making dinner."

One day you see a picture of yourself in a foreign newspaper. You ask someone to translate the headline for you: "SEARCH FOR MISSING CHILD STILL ONGOING".

A murder mystery where every character believes themself responsible for the death, and tries to cover it up.

You are a sleep walking murderer by night. During the day you are a detective unknowingly hunting yourself.

A private investigator is hired to find a child that has been missing for 30 years, only to eventually find out that they are the missing child and their current "parents" kidnapped them at birth.

You saw who took the kidnapped child when you were a child. Now, you are a detective determined to figure out the truth.

It's been 15 years since you were in an accident that gave you amnesia. All you have of your past life has been locked away in a chest you refused to open. Today, you decide to open it, only to discover you are one of the most prolific serial killers of all time, and within the chest are bloody tokens from each of your victims.

"Why is it whenever something happens, it is always you who finds the body?" the lead detective asks, seeming to believe you are guilty. You smile and shrug. "Just lucky I guess." In reality, you suffer from visions in your dreams and often wake up covered in blood, the first to find the latest body. And despite the detective thinking you are the bane of his existence, and you thinking he is an infuritaing ass, you know you must both work together to find the real murderer before it is too late.

If you want more of these kind of prompts, or if you want prompts for different genres, let me know!

I'm also so tempted to write that last prompt myself because it could be super fun.

#writing prompts #writing inspiration #crush prompts #dialogue prompts #romance prompts #couple prompts #otp prompts #writing ideas #prompt list #spicy prompts #romance #thriller #crime #crime fiction #mystery #mystery prompts #crime prompts

[innocentsteps2010]

Imagine how my tits hang while you take me from behind.

#18+ account #huge natural breasts #sexy breast #great breasts #lovely breasts #massive breasts #only f4ns #onlyf@nz #onlyfans tease #literary fiction #spicy accountant #feeling spicy #nerdy chicks #sexy pose #sexy titts #sexy content #submisive and breedable #her submisive heart #custom noods #custom newds