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pcm-vandermeer · 2 months
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One eldritch encounter... ♡
Christopher is unsure how this is supposed to work. If it was supposed to work at all. But the one thing he knows is: he needs it to work.
Throwing back his head, eyes closed, he uses his left hand to guide Gyth to his dick. Gyth lets him. At first, it feels wrong. Then again, Christopher thinks absentmindedly, people say gay sex is wrong. So, he could just as well be with an eldritch monster in the first place.
His voice is but a breathy hiss when the tentacle slides against his sensitive skin. He gasps as Gyth lifts him up higher, slow and careful, to have better access to his lower half. He curls his tentacle around the base of Christopher’s dick – slick and slow, it twirls around it, to the tip.
Christopher bends his back, fighting the urge to thrust forward. The sensation of Gyth’s hot tentacle is incredible – it gently rubs against the slit on his glans – and then pulls him forward by his cock with just the right amount of force.
Following the motion, back and forth once more, Christopher stifles a moan. His ass is steadied by the powerful bouquet of tentacles behind him, caressing his buttcheeks, twirling around his trembling legs. And arms. He won’t fall down, he’s safe and sound in place.
They quickly find their rhythm. Christopher now gives in to the temptation of looking at Gyth’s giant body in front of him – below him, too. Everchanging shreds of floating flesh, stroking him here and there. The whale song returns, cradling Christopher beautifully in this warm embrace.
Gyth wraps gentle tendrils around his wrists, where he must undoubtedly feel Christopher’s pulse going crazy. When his eyes flutter close again, more tentacles travel up his body. Not to overtake him but to stroke his chest. Gyth attaches suckers to his torso, over his nipples, and starts sucking gently in all those places, sending sparks of pleasure through Christopher’s pliant body.
A loud moan tears from his mouth, followed by labored breaths, and he desperately leans into the touch – God, he feels dirty right now –
Rhythmically, Gyth squeezes his dick. He is beautifully curled around it. He attaches the tiny suckers by the tentacle’s tip to Christopher’s glans to mirror the sucking on his nipples, wet and hot and soft.
He’s so big but his touches so focused, so controlled…
It is unbelievable, Christopher will think later, to be had by an eldritch abomination that he knows could tear him limb from limb but feeling safe under its touch. Not being creeped out. Not caring where up and down is anymore.
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Like what you're reading? This is from the first smut scene of my self-published monster romance novel "Far Beyond The Moon"! You can get it at playstore | amzn | kobo | Everand | BoD and more ☆
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saiaisaiko · 3 months
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The Forsaken Jade Statue
Hey Lovelies! I wrote a Oneshot so it would finally leave my brain alone. This is an AU where the jade twins are a generation older and Lan Zhan got cursed and was forgotten by the world. Stuff still happened and Wei Wuxian had to deal with it alone, until he couldn't anymore and asked for help where he was sure at least the Wens would be protected. Anyway. I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day.
Edit as I have forgotten it originally. This whole thing was inspired by this beautiful art piece made by @lotuslate
He was stopped in his tracks by an invisible force, curving away from him. Intrigued he stopped. As he was secluded in an array that formed a barrier in the other curving direction, this was unexpected and interesting. Well, he was not going to get punished more, if he would explore it and even if, it would be a change of his monotony.
It was easy work to make a hole in the array and slip through. The barrier either had been made whimsically, by somebody inexperienced or carelessly, or it was weakened over time and never touched upon after the sunshot campaign. Whatever the case, he got into the clearing this barrier was shielding, not only from entrance, but also from sight.
Surprised by the tall grass, easily reaching his hip and only growing more in height towards the middle of the circular clearing until it was almost up to his chin, he stopped only one step behind the barrier. The grass was glowing faintly, tingling in his nerves and teasing his dormant meridians when his skin brushed the vegetation.
Spiritual grass like this only grew in places, where a spiritual energy was abundant in the environment. Usually, it was surrounding graves of powerful cultivators, overgrowing the graveyards of the sects and clans, but sometimes, especially in the wake of the sunshot campaign, it would grow where much of it was released. Wei Wuxian had never seen spiritual grass so vibrantly green and grown to such heights. The most impressive growth he had seen beforehand, had been grown to the height of his knees and that had been the surrounding grass of the cold springs which grew to this height because it had the environmental yang energy of this sacred place.
Carefully pushing the grass aside, ignoring the feelings he felt when his skin made contact with the highly concentrated spiritual energy, he made his way to the middle of the clearing, where the spiritual energy must be coming from. Two trees stood there, vibrantly green branches grown into each other, forming a high arch above the suddenly clear ground, vines falling lusciously in a curtain, surrounding the arched-over space between the trees, where only small blades of the spiritual grass grew. Instead, the place was occupied by a slightly moss-covered but still the most beautiful jade statue the cultivator had ever seen.
The jade had been masterfully chiseled into a beautiful ethereal man, sitting with perfect posture, his back straight, his head slightly bowed. The finely detailed strands of his hair flowed softly in a breeze, his eyes partially closed. The robes were detailed, his hands hovering over a guqin made out of black jade, fingertips in the middle of plucking the strings. Whoever made the statue had a good eye for details, the forehead ribbon caught in a soft breeze, tangling with the hair, the sleeves billowing softly with the caught air of the breeze the artist had imagined. It looked like the man had gone about his day and was captured in the precious stone. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship and artistry that was humbling to stand by, the simulacrum of the liveliness of the jade enhanced by the strong spiritual energy permeating the whole clearing.
It probably was a marking for a grave, but the mass of spiritual energy was impressive. Hesitant he settled beside the statue, sitting down on the soft mossy ground and leaning on one of the broad trees. He jolted slightly, when the tree itself emitted spiritual energy, it flowing into him through his clothes. He couldn’t ignore the feelings filling him anymore.
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cottonspotten · 6 months
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*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
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guiltyidealist · 14 days
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On your MOST FOLLOWED blog on Tumblr,
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pomegranateteeth · 2 months
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Something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. How much do you guys use the library??? In this poll I’m including the the use of stuff like Kanopy, Overdrive, and Libby etc. to count as utilizing your library. I’m forgetting a bunch of services and apps, but basically if you use ANY service you need a library card for, how often do you do that?
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nbsoftbutch · 2 months
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i want to be in the heartstopper and overall osemanverse fandoms soooo badly
pls reblog this is post and tell me:
1. your favorite osemanverse character
2. the character in the osemanverse you relate to the most
3. your favorite osemanverse relationship (romantic or otherwise)
i’ll go first!!
my favorite character is tori spring, i relate the most to charlie, and my favorite relationship is a tie btwn nick and charlie or tori and charlie 🥰
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clonerightsagenda · 6 months
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I know the answer is "magic" but I still wonder how Old Kingdom necromancers and abhorsens don't get tissue damage from all that ice buildup. <- posts I acknowledge Nicholas Sayre would also make
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on-leatheredwings · 2 months
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Baby-trapping you say? 👀
baby trapping i say!!!
maybe i should say its specifically stealthing [picks nose]? he doesnt really care to 'trap' you because he literally just believes you're endgame
sneak peek bc god im tired of writing:
tw: weird ideals about fertile (cis) women, intent to stealth, implied/tangential somnophilia (???) and other yandere-typical behavior
18+ only, Damian Wayne is 21
He does want to be with you above anything, and if children were out of the question due to natural causes… sure, he would learn to get over it. His brothers are all adopted and are as legitimate heirs to his father as he. But as it stands, Damian needs an heir someday and he knows your body can provide that. 
A part of him, a part that’s been planted in him since his childhood, quietly admits that he simply wants his children to be blood. He was taught that he was the result of two genetically perfect individuals – Bruce Wayne the Batman and Talia al Ghul, Daughter of the Demon’s Head. 
So why shouldn’t his child be the genetic amalgamation of you and him? The thought of impregnating you sounds… good. Ideal. Natural, even. Call him a romantic.
Back from class, you decided to read on his living room recliner while he drew in his study. He indeed sketched, as he did everyday, but he also wanted to check if today was the day he thought it was. Damian opens the drawer of his wooden desk, papers neatly filed. He picks up a sleek black folder.
When opened, inside is a calendar for the year, with no notes or writing. The days are simply blank or highlighted in either red or green.
His eyes skirt down to the current day of the calendar, and Damian's pleased to see it is indeed among a week that's painted in green. You've ovulated, and the six days afterward are an ideal window. 
You've said in passing that your cycle is pleasantly regular and Damian's past investigations have proved this to be true. He doesn’t ask anymore. He snorts, remembering how last time you looked at him incredulously and asked if he was a Republican, since he was “all up in your womb.” 
However, you do keep menstrual products in your bag when he’s predicted it. You also spend quite some time at his place, so he does note when there’s pad wrappers in his bathroom trash bin.
Last year, the day he knew you were the one, his One, he brewed you a tea before bed. Its sedative contents ensured you wouldn't wake. So, Damian pulled off your pants, and collected a sample from you as you slept. Of course, he did so with sterile, sexless precision –  Damian wasn’t a pervert or deviant. He sniffs. He’s better than that. Even if his hands did linger.
Test results proved you were healthy and fertile. He remembers being proud. As expected, you were perfect in all things.
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kittycathat · 4 months
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Alright Booklr, I'm moving soon and I need your help deciding...
Thank you so much for your help!
(please reblog for bigger sample size)
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saiaisaiko · 3 months
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Devotion of Love Chapter 32 - Reunion of bride and groom: A Happy Ending
Hey Lovelies! it has been a journey. Here is the final chapter of Devotion of Love and I can say I'm proud of this. I hope anyone reading this enjoys it as much as I have during writing and proofreading. Anyway, the final snippet of this story, is under the cut as always and in Lan Wangji's POV.
Lan Wangji was stunned to a stop by the exposed skin of his husband, the legs bare from missing trousers and exposed through the ripped robes. Dark red filled the lovely eyes, glowing with a promise of violence. Raw need rushed through him, making him growl low in his throat. His husband had not even looked at them, giving his attention to the other cultivator.
„No mercy for you“, he purred, letting Lang Wangji see red. The Tally at his husband's side jerked in his direction and floated at his side. Whatever that meant for his husband it did get his reaction. He locked his eyes with Lan Wangji and smiled. A slow, lazy curl of his lips. Dangerous, Lan Wangjis instincts provided. Mine, his heart called out. Wei Ying's eyes were smoldering on him, before he turned to the other.
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u3pxx · 4 months
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starts foaming at the mouth
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frostedpuffs · 1 month
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salarymanwaka · 1 year
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Jamais Vu : Life on Mars Astronaut Yoo Joonghyuk (38) washes up on the shore of an unknown planet where he meets an unknown lifeform impersonating his dead lover.
script (sample) twitter art/lore compilation
cover picture for a sci-fi romance manga I've been working on!
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gordon-freeman-phd · 4 months
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It's time to suit up, Gordon.
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Vincent Price
A Royal Scandal (1944)
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