#mlm story

[feralfemtboy]

You didn't think much about your best friend before his transition. He was a great guy, but awkward as hell before he finally came out.

It was interesting that the second he came out, he'd wear every skirt or dress he could find. Makes sense, if cis guys can be femboys, why not trans guys?

But now... Every time you hang out, he's teasing you. You don't know if he knows, but god you're down bad. He's your guy, your best friend, and Jesus is he hot.

The second he started taking T, you smelled it on him. All of a sudden you felt like a moth drawn by pheromones with such desperation you can hardly handle it.

Every time you go out, you find your eyes wandering down to his packer. It's right there under the skirt. And you can see the bulge whenever he walks, his skirt riding between his thighs, showing it off more and more.

He comes over one day and throws himself on your couch. You swear you saw his jock strap for a second under his skirt. Trying your best, you look away and wander to the kitchen.

"Need anything?" you ask.

"You."

You drop the cup you were holding.

"What?"

"I see you. Staring at me, making sure you hold me close enough to smell me, you've been watching me since the start." He throws his legs open and suddenly you realize it's not a joke.

"That's not... I'm... I..."

"Not since you've been thinking about how my jockstrap smells."

Dammit, how did he know that?

"We're best friends remember? Are you ready for tcock?"

And in a moment, his packer was gone and his dick was staring you in the face. You know you were staring under his skirt all along, but you find every inch of your body on alert as you're immediately stuck in his web.

It was prominent, hard, wet. Fuck, he was already wet. You wondered how long he'd been noticing you. His cock twitched as you watched with your mouth agape. His hole waiting for you underneath. His smile twisting ever slightly wider.

Like a moth to a flame, you're drawn in. Cock. Tcock. Your best friend's tcock.

You'd sucked dick a couple times before, but nothing would prepare you for how amazing your best frie... Boyfriend's cock tastes.

#nsft #trans nsft #ftm ns/fw #ftm ns/ft #wynnpost #trans masc nsft #trans mlm #mlm ns/fw #mlm nsft #nsft story #mlm story

[monstersandmaw]

For anyone curious, Demon's story is now a multi-parter: at least three, if not four. As I said today on the Patreon Discord, I was going to share it on Patreon soon, but I'm holding back just in case I want to adjust some more major details, which I've already done multiple times, even on the 'finished' chapters.

This character has become super dear to me while I've been exploring his story. He started out as an angry, one-dimensional side-character in the early stages of Țepeș' (vampire biker) story (currently on hold while I work on Demon's!), and a minor/momentary antagonist/foil in Pumpkin the Dullahan's commission, but he's grown and taken on a depth I didn't know he had in him when I first wrote that snippet about the different characters in the Full Moon Motorcycles supernatural biker family post... Also his human witch love interest has carved out a special place in my heart too.

TLDR: demon biker completely takes over local fantasy romance writer's brain, story out of control, more at ten.

#demon biker #demon #supernatural biker group #full moon motorcycles universe #mlm story

[thicc-astronaut]

Holiday Movie idea: A nutcracker doll and a gingerbread man, animated during December by ‘Christmas Magic’, fall in love over the course of the holiday season. On Christmas Eve, the gingerbread man gets left on a plate with some other cookies for Santa Claus. Santa eats the other cookies, but pockets the gingerbread man to have later. The nutcracker doll has to travel to the North Pole to save his boyfriend, and he has a mere six days to do it until New Years happens, the clocks switch over to January 1st, and the Christmas Magic animating him leaves and he turns back into a wooden figure.

Other things that could be in the film maybe:

Nutcracker tries his absolute hardest to avoid describing his boyfriend as “sweet” like it’s a running gag 

At least one double-entendre about the word “nut” like honestly that feels like a requirement here

A Nativity Scene also getting animated. I don’t think you could make it work into the story in any way but I just think having a nutcracker doll run through the stable and frighten the three wise men would be hilarious

Ending scene is the two boyfriends sitting on a rooftop over the city watching the New Years Eve celebrations and kissing right as the clock strikes midnight and then they stop being animate and are frozen in position kissing each other

#movie idea #christmas #christmas movies #holiday #animate inanimate #nutcracker #gingerbread man #gay couple #gay #mlm story #living toy #living food #yeah I know it's a pretty basic damsel in distress and making the damsel a gay man doesn't make the story any more original but whatever #if hallmark can make the same christmas movie a thousand times over then I can make a christmas themed Mario

[weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables]

Lingering hearts, clover and sage - a fantasy romance

Do you like romance? Are you a fan of slow-burn and the conflict between love and duty? Do you enjoy magic, fantasy cultures and just the barest hints of an incoming apocalypse? Then this story might be for you!

To research the effects of catastrophic magical events on the environment, the elf Naeth gets permission from his isolationist government to cross the border into demonic lands and spend six months in a dilapidated scientific outpost. There he meets the demon Umaen, who gifts him with a beehive, a fluffy red chicken, and an unexpected friendship.

Torn apart by the elves’ strict no-contact laws, they must find a way to cope with the increasingly worrying results of Naeth’s research, while navigating an impossible romance and the clash between their two opposing cultures. Can their relationship survive the distance?

Rating: Explicit (because of a couple of scenes) | Estimated length: 100k words | Available from the second half of February

So what if I surrendered to my impulses and wrote out the entirety of Umaen and Naeth’s love story? My plan is to edit it out nicely, add in some illustrations by yours truly and make it downloadable from Kofi (priced between 2.50$-3$). This is an official INTEREST CHECK! I’m putting a lot of love in this story, and it’s toeing the line between sweet and bittersweet, with lots of feels and a little bit of politics. I hope you’ll stay tuned for new updates!

To curse an angel taglist under the cut:

@ardawyn @pheita @toboldlywrite @shewhowalksbehindthewheels @raevenlywrites @search-me-in-wonderland @concerningwolves @dreamywritingdragon @coutelier @rosesonneptune @lady-redshield-writes @chishiio @hysteriwah @artbyeloquent @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @wizardfromthesea @s-opal @thesunempire @ladywithalamp @jaimistoryteller

#writeblr #fantasy #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #mlm #mlm story #romance #romance story #queer romance #vale writes #vale draws #please share! #love #forbidden love #tca the mourning rose #this is technically a prequel but entirely spoiler-free

[godofthemoss]

Bee’s National Forest of Eldritch Horrors

Hi! Original story here that includes some eldritch horrors going on in a national forest park including a nonbinary park ranger and their love interest a little gremlin of a wannabe monster hunter. Although maybe he's right about the entities in the park. Fuck.

Chapter One

“Saw that little occult nerd of yours in the woods again, he was covered in some kind of green snail jizz. Probably sap or something. He smelled sweet. Anyway, the idiot swore up and down that he had run into some kind of monster den. And guess what? When I went and checked it out there were boulders in front of the supposed ‘lair’. Someone needs to drag that poor dye job back to the city. He’s losin’ his shit out here, Bear.”

“What did I say about using my legal name, Bernice? Just call me Bee or bitch or whatever thousands of other nicknames you seemingly call me anywhere besides the forest.” 

Bear swept a hand through their too-early-to-be-greying hair. Bear was already pissed their tea mug was cold. They didn’t need Bernice secondhand yelling at them for Septimus again. Bernice sat on the edge of Bear's desk and picked up their baggie of walnuts and waved it in front of them. She leaned in close and looked deep into their eyes.

“Now you’d tell me: your official work bestie if you,” Bernice narrowed her eyes. “Had a thing for dyed hair, yeah?”

Bear just blinked up at her.

“Didn’t you just spend like two hundred dollars getting your new hair though?”

Bernice deadpanned and leaned in closer. She slapped down the walnuts.

“Bear Newton. Not only are we indoors at the park so I can call you whatever I want but I’m GAY! Which you are well aware of. Do you ever use those brain cells of yours?”

Bear just screwed up their face, still not getting it.

“Weren’t you just asking if I think dyed hair is cool? Your hair is cool Bernice I already told you that after you got it.”

Bernice groaned and pretended to drop dead to the floor dramatically. She spread her arms and legs all over the floor and groaned and rolled around.

“How the hell did you get in charge around here? You are so dumb, Bear. Honestly. It hurts my heart. Just never mind. Eat your damn walnuts. You need the brain power. Maybe a peppermint after too my old science teacher always said that helped and you need it.”

Bear happily did. After a minute or two of Bear eating and Bernice just lying quietly on the ground, she got up and went to her own desk. It was high noon and they had to finish up their paperwork before their park rotation was up. This month they were in the afternoon to midnight crew.

A creak of the bathroom door and Eckie the tabby came out strutting. The old cat was well-fed and well-groomed for a feral cat. Eckie was perfectly round but not too fat and his short hair was always pristine. A grey, black, and light brown striped tabby cat. Green knowing eyes. For as long as the cat’s apparently been in the forest he’s got all his eyes, ears, and a full tail. Bear always thought it weird with the amount of predators in the park. They had seen a video of a cat slapping a sea lion though.

How he always let himself in the Mothra house was beyond Bear’s or their team’s knowledge but the cat always found a way in. Weird as the cat was, he was Bear’s favorite little creature in the entire world. They even had a bed for him which the cat jumped up to reach on the desk. Their coworkers had made fun of them but they didn’t care. Eckie was like their baby and made their job easier to work through. Bear gently petted Eckie while writing down the latest littering incident.

“Mothra house come in.”

The radio cut through the easy quiet of the small office. It was hard to tell with the tone taken out by the walkie but the voice, Ayla’s, sounded rushed. Bernice jumped for the closest walkie sitting over on the counter in the small kitchenette they had. Seemingly unaware of the hurried voice, Bernice took the time to perch herself up on the counter and flip her locs over her shoulder. Little decorations shone in the sunlight coming in through the nearby window.

“Mothra house, whatcha need?”

“Get to Scully’s Fall. We gotta missing person and two dead.”

Bear immediately shot up and ran over for the walkie-talkie, not bothering to take it out of Bernice’s hand when they called over.

“Ayla, it’s not the green-haired kid right?”

“No, but he’s here alright. Y’all head out. Call Akane and Ramhead.”

“Copy.” Bear and Bernice spoke simultaneously while also both holding down the button.

It didn’t take more than a breath and a tilt of the head at each other and they were already grabbing their coats and equipment. Bernice grabbed the keys and roared the truck to life. Bear gave a yell for Eckie to man the helm and they locked the door. Bear took their phone from their pocket and sent a quick text to Septimus.

Bear: You’d better count your lucky fucking stars I don’t see you out there.

Around halfway there they got a response.

Septimus Pinepike: I can help!!!!!!!!! I think I know what it is!

Bear: No.

Septimus Pinepike: :(

Septimus Pinepike: maybe close ur eyes when u get here then lol

Bear shoved their phone in their pocket and practically kicked their door open when they arrived. Florence and her girls were on the scene already and it was grizzly. Blood drowned the rock around the shore of the river at the bottom of the falls. The bodies were in pieces which made sense and so was their canoe. Coming down Scully’s fall was no joke. What eluded Bear was how they missed all the giant signs at the fork of the river. The old rangers made sure the Twisting Crook River was posted up with about twenty little signs growing in size the closer one got to the fork that divided the main river path and the cliff run.

“Florence, the front desk said they don’t recognize these folks, and the one I.D. we found doesn't match our records of folks comin' in. Must’ve snuck in.” Ayla had been working too hard, as usual, blood smothered her shirt and she was already making calls.

The image of the girls pulling the bodies from the river seared in Bear’s mind. They were all tougher than them but no one, in their mind, should have to do something like that but every once in a while they sure had to. The cops were always late and if they could someone they would. Always seemed like grim work for the paradise they practically lived in. Bear took the scene in carefully, and looked over; Bernice was doing it too. She was lowered to the ground by the canoe, so Bear got to ground level with the bodies alongside her and slapped on some gloves.

“Who’s the missing one? The I.D person?” Bear muttered as they inspected a twisted face with a gloved hand. “And why’s the face this bad?” 

Bear took a second to look at the full body. Full wasn't actually right though. Some things were missing and it wasn't just the face that was bad. Everything was twisted up wrong. The bodies, or more accurately, the pieces that were on shore were bent in nearly impossible ways. Ways a river just doesn’t do. Something about the way the bones were jutting out twisted up Bear’s stomach sharp and quick. They only had a moment to sprint to the nearby bushes to vomit. After washing out their mouth and wobbly walking back like they didn't just evict their entire body and spirit to the girls all greeting them with unimpressed looks, Bear squatted back down.

“I.D. man is missing.” Florence quickly showed Bear and Bernice the I.D. and its information after ending her call. “Miri’s house is checking the perimeter. Cops are coming,” Groans sounded from everyone, but Florence kept on. “And they will handle the rest. We just have to fan out for the missing guy. And, uh, Ole Less said the river does that sometimes, certain rocks and whatnot don't go all buck wild about it.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure it was just some rocks, Flo?” Bernice had her face screwed up in plain disbelief.

Florence just shrugged, “Boss said it was some rocks, would you rather it be a deranged serial killer in the park, Bernie? People can’t do this type a’ shit.”

“Then why is the boat like this?”

What was left of the boat itself was just weird. It was a weird fractal mess of colors and glittery iridescence of different sizes spiraling underneath blood. Lots of blood. The metal was forced open at weird, wrong angles. Some of it looked so thin while other chunks of the canoe were thick. Bear thought perhaps that part was just their lack of knowledge of canoe making because that thing had to have been hand-crafted, but still, it rubbed them the wrong way.

“Bit too much blood, here don’t ya think, Florence?”

“Kid, try gettin’ a period.”

That got a huff of laughter from the rest of the girls. Florence was right though, so Bear let it go. With the few accidents they had seen over time, the blood always seemed impossible anyway. The amount of blood in people was an insane thing to think about. Though the thought of this still being too much blood persisted in their head. They threw a glance at Bernice and she already had her ‘We’re missing something here’ look on. They made sure the rest of the rangers weren’t looking and then slowly nodded back. Something was different about this and the others were already dismissing it.

“Where’s Septimus?” Bear quietly asked once they and Bernice were done looking the scene over.

“Who?” Ayla quirked an eyebrow up at them.

Bear sighed, “The dark green-haired guy. Kinda short. Talks a lot.”

“Oh!” Ayla gave him a wink. “Off ahead with Mothman house. Sure you can catch up to ‘em.”

Bear simply nodded their thanks and headed towards the surrounding woods with Bernice in tow. They had no idea why no one else was keen on keeping the guy out of trouble but extra eyes to search does help, Bear mused to themself. When they were out of earshot Bear pulled Bernice close by the arm.

“You think they’re just too used to this stuff to see it doesn’t make sense at all? I mean they all did a bunch of stuff like this before we got hired a few years ago.” 

Bernice glanced over her shoulder, “Yeah I mean, rocks could definitely fuck up the bodies but how did they miss the sign? Who dragged them on the shore? Ayla said she didn't do it when you were throwing up. If it's I.D guy then what a battered, half-dead man pulled them up and some of their pieces? I don’t think so. Times like these are when I wanna believe our little monster detective. 'Cuz if a person did this...”

“We’ve had so many accidents and just weird fucking call-ins. Are people being stupider than usual out here? I really hope it's not a killer, but maybe someone lured them out here to get murdered?”

“Well, the thing is people are just really stupid sometimes. They don’t believe death comes on that black train till it rams them off a fucking cliff and they fucking die.”

“Maybe the heroin epidemic reached those granola girls and camping dads you always joke about? The majority of our reports are white people.” Bear let out a low unconvincing laugh. They really shouldn't be joking right now but the thought of a serial killer flooded them with a simmering fear they couldn't afford on the clock.

“White folks do acid in the woods if I remember anything from college, not heroin but shit maybe. Black and brown people know how to stay on their toes I’m not surprised it's just white people calling in.”

“Bernice. That I.D.. If all those men were from Nighmoor. I didn’t recognize the name but what if—”

Bernice barked a laugh, “You sound like fuckin’ Septimus.”

Bear stifled a laugh. “No, just what if it has something to do with my hometown, Bernice? It has a long history of really dark shit. Cults and stuff. That makes it more of an us problem and less of a park problem. The town's not far and I mean you know I don't believe in that supernatural shit but it's really weird, right? What if some cult or some devil group is up to something.”

Before Bernice could reply the cops and the rest of the Mothra house pulled up as they reached where the shore met the forest’s edge. Bernice waved over Akane and Ramhead who went bug-eyed at the accident scene but quickly switched to their professional faces and veered towards them. Florence started her typical heckling and bossing around the cops. Which in Bear’s opinion, was well-needed. Sheriff Ulric was old and shit at his job.

“Don’t know what the hell they think Ulric’s boys are gonna do. Why do we call them for this type a’ shit again?” Ramhead pulled up on his belt, making his equipment clang through the afternoon.

“It's the law, bud.” Akane slapped him on the back. “Alright, what’re we lookin’ for?”

“Oh, the typical, white male in his mid-thirties, blonde hair, and named Steven. Oh, and Bear’s little goblin boy.”

“We are in the woods.” Bear seethed.

“And off we go a’ singin’, Big Bear. Let’s fan out.” Akane pushed him off to the far right.

When looking for a missing person each ranger walks in a grid formation of the woods. It was important to make sure no gaps were left unchecked. Each ranger was placed in a specific range of one another. The other three began to spread out far to the left. Each had grabbed their own walkies, flashlights, and first aid kits, and unfortunately out here required a gun. Pistols for small creatures and rifles for larger predators. Man included.

“Mothman house come in? Mothra house has joined the search team.” Bear radioed over.

“Bet. We’ll stop until you guys are in eyesight. We didn’t start too long ago, probs fifteen minutes before you guys. We do have a bit of a clothing trail going on though, one shoe. Black river shoe with a purple streak thing.”

“Roger that Miri, see you soon.” Akane radioed.

“Bear, your little creature is stealing all of my snacks! Come and get him! Ugh, how are you hungry! People just died! No! Ugh, as if.”

Bear could hear cackling to their left.

I make sure this kid doesn’t get killed off in the woods a few times and suddenly he’s my responsibility?

Around fifteen minutes later dyed green hair comes into focus. Septimus had on a flashy shirt with a purple and neon green robot and a bright mint green puffer coat. The bright colors of his top half contrasted with his black carpenter pants but then at the bottom, he just needed more color with some color block sneakers. To top it off he had a dried sheen of that sap on his coat like Bernice had mentioned. 

At least he wouldn’t get shot or lost too easily. Bear kind of liked it too. More so they liked the old dark leather satchel Septimus always had on. Which was, of course, strapped to his side per usual. Berek swore the kid would rather die than lose that old bag and that book he kept inside it.

“Bee!” Septimus was beaming at him mischievously, double lip piercings and all, and Bear felt themself age another twenty years and also something turn excitedly in their stomach that they routinely ignored.

“Stop stealing other people's food.” Bear grabbed the graham crackers from him and tossed them to Miri. “If you're gonna come out here be prepared.” 

Bear kept their voice stern but not too harsh. It was hard to be mad when Septimus was the only one who followed the No-Yelling-Bear-Unless-There-Is-A-Real-Bear-Rule. Septimus ran over and guided them by the arm over to where they’d begin their now shared grid search. That much was obvious. The professional in Bear had still not been worn down completely though. They had a duty to protect the public as much as possible even though they knew it was useless on Septimus.

“You ought to go home, Septimus. This is a serious case.”

Septimus ran a silver-ringed and tattooed hand through his hair and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, ranger. Good thing my house is this way then, huh?”

Bear just narrowed their eyes at him.

Septimus leaned more into him and tilted his head with a smile.

“Okay, I'm lying, whatever. You wanna know what I think it is?!”

And here it was. What he thought it was. The whole reason Septimus had burrowed his way into Bear’s life over the last few months. It had been annoying at first and sometimes still is but the way Septimus lit up when he had first talked about his monster theories tugged a bit at Bear’s heartstrings. They just didn’t have it in them to crush that light or send it away. It was nice seeing someone so passionate about something even if it was silly.

So, they indulged the guy and somehow became his unofficial forest guide and monster theory confidante. Not that they actually believed any of them. Just a nice thing to do and if they were honest with themselves they didn’t have many friends outside of work. They wondered if this really counted though. The two of them only ever saw each other in the park. Neither of them had mentioned the word friend either.

“Alright kid, shoot.”

Septimus frowned.

“Well, first may I remind you I’m literally five years younger than you. Stop acting like thirty makes you fucking ancient or some shit. Okay, but anyway, I think the initial attack wasn't an attack as much as something messing with them. It changed their reality somehow.”

“So drugs?” Bear leaned in.

“No! I haven’t had time to pin down something in the book but there are a couple of things that really stand out. First off no one paints canoes like that, so it’s been transformed but then I think like why weren’t the people transformed in the same exact way? If it's not something from my book then, I mean those two guys and the I.D. guy seemed super straight by their clothes and shit. That canoe totally looked like some gay art kid threw up their final project—”

That busted a laugh out of Bear but they quickly quieted themselves and kept looking around. “You’re right on one thing.”

“Oh god I know, right? Anyway, it's the fractals that worry me. That’s something so hard to just paint like that they’re all so perfect it looks like nature did it. Like a perfect Lichtenberg figure.” Septimus paused for a few beats looking around. “I don’t know. It rubs me the wrong way which usually means a supernatural way. Obviously, the other dudes' bodies were transformed all unnatural, so maybe it doesn’t all have to match but you’d think it would but maybe it makes more sense that it doesn't. Maybe it's not supposed to. I’ll have to get into the morgue and look at them better later. Maybe the fractals went deeper. They should match if it's what I think it is though.”

“I didn’t hear that.” Bear trudged ahead and out of Septimus’s grip. Eyes scanning their surroundings. “And you didn’t give this whatever you think it is a name yet.”

“Got another shoe and a T-shirt. Covered in blood of course.”

Bear simply sighed and Septimus caught up again and grabbed their elbow as they walked.

“The missing person was wearing cameo in his I.D. photo. What if he’s a hunter? That would have Hyaalakath written all over it. Especially if we find him and he comes back with animal scratches and no memory. The fractals and reality shift are wrong then though. But it is possible to get snatched by another thing out here. Just unlikely.”

“You sayin’ he turned into a werewolf?”

Septimus stopped dead and fixed him with the most offended look possible. Bear just rolled their eyes and kept moving. They still hadn’t spotted anything in their grids. No prints or clothes or anything. Bear could hear Septimus pull out his own flashlight, much smaller than his and definitely from the nineties.

“If it was a werewolf it would be a way different crime scene. That’s like the first thing you learn about in my line of work! Plus werewolf isn't quite right for what those creatures are.”

Septimus was worked up now and Bear might have found it far too amusing.

“Your line of work, huh?” Bear held down a smirk.

“One of these days Bee! One of these fucking days I’m gonna be right!”

“We found what’s left of him. Get to Arden’s section. We’re not on him yet,” There was a hesitant pause. “But we can see it.”

“It?” Bear breathed out in horror to Septimus.

Arden’s section was a puddle of blood and viscera. Only a few feet in either direction but it still seemed so monumental. Bear dry heaved several times while Septimus strode ahead until his sneakers toed into the small pond of flesh, bone, and blood. He pulled out his book and started thumbing through it only for Miri to pull him back gently by his shoulders. Septimus hardly seemed to notice.

“Bear this kid scares me sometimes.” Miri’s face was screwed up in concern but her eyes had a mild amusement. 

Miri was young but had seen some of the worst accidents the park had to offer. She was also a veteran, so Bear figured she’d surely seen some blown-up people before. Explosives though? Out in the forest? It was their first train of thought but that seemed strange although not impossible. Hunters were cruel and uncaring for those who got caught in their traps sometimes. Although they would've gotten a call about a loud boom or bang so perhaps not a bomb. A weird new high-tech hunter trap felt silly now that Bear thought about it now. An old mine perhaps?

The slam of Septimus’s book broke Bear’s thoughts. Looking over at him he watched him rip out of Miri’s arms and right into the center of the puddle. Shouts and swears followed but nobody dared wade in after him. Tucking the book away and rolling up his sleeves, Septimus put his hand into the human sludge and pulled out an opened locket.

Septimus walked back out of the sludge and ignored all the berating and even the lecture pouring out of Bear’s own mouth now on how utterly stupid he was and that this was a crime scene. From his bag, he pulled out a rag with his clean hand, wiped away all the bloody remains from the locket, and then carefully held the locket up to his flashlight. He snapped the locket closed, grabbed a nearby rock, and smashed it full force onto the locket.

“Woah!” Miri barked.

“Yo, get your nerd, Bear!” Quinn had his hands up. They were another one of Miri’s group.

“Mean!” Septimus whipped his head around to Quinn, rock still in hand, who muttered a quick sorry at him. “I’m so pissed. The one fucking time!” Septimus threw the rock out into the woods.

At this point, Ramhead tugged on Bear’s arm and pointed at Septimus and then with two thumbs motioned harshly behind them, and then to further drill home his point he jabbed a finger at Bear's chest. Bear let loose a long and loud sigh, gathering looks from the others. Miri stepped away to radio in the scene and thankfully left out the locket bit, not that the cops would’ve noticed anyway. Bear slowly made his way over to a fuming Septimus and gently pulled him up by his puffer’s collar. Without really noticing anything Septimus followed along consumed by whatever thoughts were raging through his weird little brain.

#cryptid #eldritch monster #original story #godofthemoss #taz amnesty #the magnus archives #mlm story #nonbinary character #monster hunter #orignal character #orignal writing #mystery #horror #horror comedy #national park mystery story #Bee's National Forest of Eldritch Horrors

[villain-life]

[killing him] mlm

“Are you sure it’s a great idea?”

“I’m not sure, i’m convinced it is! The villain is so rich and you hate him anyway, so why can’t you just kill him?”

The hero and his fiancé were having a huge argument. The villain was invited to their pre-wedding party, which was going to be that night, and the girl proposed to kill the bad guy and take all his properties. The hero really hated his enemy, but at the same time wasn’t really happy about the plan his girlfriend created. The hardest part of the plan was that nobody knew his identity, only the hero did.

The villain was actually a close relative of his girlfriend, rich, smart and very…interesting. That’s all he said to his partner, nothing else. The hero knew that if she found out the villain was her favorite cousin, her friend in the family and her partner in crime she might doubt about her decision. Or maybe not, all she cared about was money anyways.

They were rich too and the girl was just being selfish: killing the villain and taking all his money was so stupid.

Many people in town needed the money more than them. But she acted like she couldn’t hear what the hero was saying.

“Look, the plan is easy: he’ll get drunk, you’ll take him outside while i’ll distract the rest of the people and you’ll kill him. Seems easy.”

The hero still looked unsure.

“Wouldn’t your life be easier if he wasn’t around? No stress, just me and you” the girl stopped talking and looked at him smiling.

“Yes but…he’s your relative, you’ll hate me if i’ll kill him.”

“I won’t! I hate the villain too, even if he is my relative. He hurt many people, including my friends. I’d be happy if he wasn’t around. Would you like to make your fiancé happy before our wedding?”

The hero sighed, she was right.

“Fine, i’ll kill him.”

“Thanks!” Said the girl kissing him softly, but the hero stopped the contact soon.

“Sorry, i have to make a detailed plan. I don’t have time for kisses. I’ll kill him but i’ll give the biggest amount of money to people in need. I’m still an hero after all”

“Ugh, fine”

Hours later the couple and the staff were all busy making sure everything was perfect for the dinner. An elegant tablecloth, porcelain plates and candles were details that could make a difference. Everything needed to be in the right place.

Soon the guests arrived, taking huge gifts for the couple and thanking the hero for his work. The hero was having a great time, but felt a lot anxious about his plan. When the villain arrived, he couldn’t even look at him. He started talking to a random old lady hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t call him to greet him. But she did.

He apologized to the woman and slowly turned around. His girlfriend and the villain were talking near the table, laughing and smiling.

“This is going to be a rough night”

“Babe, this is my cousin! You two never met, so i’m so happy you can finally talk. We grew up together and…”

The hero stopped listening to the girl soon and noticed the villain was trying not to laugh. The enemy looked better than usual: he didn’t wear elegant clothes instead he preferred wearing comfortable clothes that still suited his dark style. His scars where all covered, even the giant one he had on his left cheek. He probably used makeup.

The hero didn’t realize he was staring at the villain, until he noticed the smirk on his enemy’s face. He immediately blushed and tried to look around, the plant near the table suddenly looked so interesting.

“That’s a pleasure to meet you, but i really have to go now. People are looking for me. See you later.” said the hero, before going to other side of the room.

“Oh, why does he act like this! I’m sorry if he sounded rude, he’s really stressed today.”

“Nah, he’s cute.” Said the villain, smiling. “And don’t worry, i’ll make sure he won’t be rude to others.”

“What do you have in mind?” Asked the girl really concerned, his cousin always had strange ideas.

“Oh, nothing much, i’ll just talk to him. Don’t worry.”

• please, send me requests! I need a few ideas for new snippets. thanks for reading 💗

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[usbotthrills]

From birth, I had been with Prince Alexander. His father had bought me a few days after his birth when I too was just a newborn, and we had spent much of our early years together, both nursed by the same maid. Growing up in an elaborate palace, we had an adventurous childhood together, exploring empty rooms and tunnels, taking great pleasure when we had found a previously undiscovered tunnel or doorway.

We were not exactly friends, with his power always coming between us, as in his younger years he particularly loved to make me do anything and everything to amuse him, but we were close and I was as devoted to him as a servant can be. From my teenage years, I had done everything to ensure that he was as comfortable as I could make him, bringing him all of his meals, drawing out baths when he needed, accompanying him with his schoolwork, and I am sure that he was appreciative, after all it was clear to everyone in the palace that I was favoured by him.

Occasionally, in these years, he continued his tradition to make me do embarrassing things, much like in our earlier youth, taunting me ruthlessly, but I could not complain ; he was a good master to me, and I a good servant.

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[sanityshorror]

Clarifying information regarding Julius the Dressmaker & Killian Lynch's Relationship (again)

**the underline beneath the names means there is a link, if clicked, you will find their character reference page**

Due to seeming confusion, misinformation or simple poor understanding - I felt the need to clarify this. I will later make a post explaining the reasoning behind their (all things considered, non existent) age gap of 2 ½ years... Well, specifically, 2 years and 8 months.

So, without further ado ...

FRIENDLY REMINDER that Julius and Killian did not enter a relationship until Julius was 18 and Killian was 20. Killian is (canonically 2 ½ years older than Julius- Julius born in 1874 and Killian in 1872) Julius is age locked at 24, Killian at 26½).

FURTHERMORE, their relationship has always been fully consensual (even the negative aspects, yes - I recommend reading Reunion [linked below] if that doesn't quite make sense at face value, it's fully explained in the short story).

SIDE NOTE: measured on their bare feet: Killian is 6'6" and Julius is 6'2". This means Julius a mere four inches shorter - he stands Killian's ear height. Both men are very tall (and musclar)

Reunion link:

(Killian x Julius short story)

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[eatinurgutz]

Male reader × Male yandere(?)

🔪 Len couldn't stand seeing you talk to other men. It made him very distressed. He gets so worried when other men try talking to you. What do they want? Why do they need to talk to his gumdrop? (Len's nickname for you is gumdrop) Why can't they stay away? Maybe he teach them all a lesson. To not get close to you. You belong to him. Not them! He won't allow this.

As soon as you got home from work, len was sitting down at the table in the dinning room. Waiting for you, with your laptop. The laptop he had bought you for your birthday. You would ask him if he was alright, he looks at you, with his upset brown eyes. Len would ask, his voice breaking, if you loved all those other men. If you wanted them. If you would choose them, over him. You would stare at him, not answering, because of shock. Why was he asking these silly questions? Surely he had to know, you love him more than anything/anyone. Len angrily got up, grabbing a hammer, from the counter. He'd start yelling at you, to answer.

You'd finally got the courage to answer. Telling him that he is the best man out there, and no man compares to him. After a bunch of rambling from you, len started to realize, you are truly the one of his dreams. You actually *saw* him. You actually love him. He'd come closer to you. Kissing you deeply, on your soft gently lips. You'd kiss back, tears coming out from your eyes. Len would tell you how he was sorry, and how much he loves you. How he would do absolutely anything to make YOU happy. He'd carry you to the bedroom, where you two would cuddle at for the rest of the day.

(end bc i ran out of ideas/writing stuff)

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[justsome-di]

stressed, can't write, can't focus on anything else. I made Netflix stills for the wip I'm stuck on right now!

Angel. A story about a young, naive pop star whose boy band is on the verge of breaking up. Skye, aka Angel, is experiencing it all. Nude pictures in the tabloids. His debut as a solo artist. A drinking problem he doesn't quite realize is a problem. And a sexual awakening after meeting indie musician Elise at a party.

Coming to a YA section near you nowhere in the near future because ya girl is struggling with this.

You can check out other parts of the project in the #angel tag on my blog! Patrons on my Patreon will get the first, substantial first looks!

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[thirstyforlulu]

Working on my crappy promo art

This is the “honeymoon” phase for this couple, back when they were newly in love and excited. I plan on making a second version where the redhead is the one walking away while the other man stands there looking hurt to show off what happened after the redhead ruined the relationship

Their story is so angsty and I can’t wait

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[dontyoufeelcalmer]

I hope you enjoyed this piece I did for @berlynn-wohl, for her original Arthurian Mythology mlm story (sequel!) Sir Aiken's Poem. If you are intrigued by this scene, start reading the story on AO3 from the beginning!

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[sinboundstory]

First bit

I'm fully just going to be publishing this one small piece at a time for the next bit so uh yeah enjoy!!!

“Where’s Mercury?” Caspian murmured as he forced his eyes open. Sunlight streamed through the open window, forcing him to get up to close the blinds. As he looked around his small dorm at Liverpool University, he noticed a piece of paper on the nightside table. Unfolding it, he read the phrase written in his boyfriend's very distinct handwriting. “Out grabbing breakfast with Am, be back in a bit <3”

Caspian sent a quick good morning text to Mercury before deciding to head back to bed. An hour or so later, he woke up to the smell of coffee, grinning sleepily. Getting out of bed, he stretched, managing to catch sight of the small clock in his bedroom. 11 AM? Good thing it was a Wednesday, his easiest day this term. Wandering past the curtain separating the bed from the makeshift kitchen, he spotted his partner sitting on the floor with a cup of coffee, reading a book. “Hello love” Caspian said, causing Mercury to jump. “Cas! You scared me. How was your morning?” Grabbing a cup of coffee, Caspian responded “Eh. Slept in late, which was nice. How’s Amerie doing?” “She’s alright, doing better since the situation with Aria.” Caspian suddenly remembered what a tough spot their friend had been in previously. “Right, lesbian breakups are always the hardest. I’ll drop her off some cookies later. Do you mind if I go and get ready for class? Running late for History” “Right! Run, you don’t want to miss another class.”

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[kalypsonovel]

Kalypso - a light novel

Kalypso is known for its changing tides and oceanic nature. Despite living there his whole life, Naoki didn't expect those tides to change for him — especially not in the form of a handsome siren coming straight out of the ocean or an impatient company knocking on his aunt's door to ask about his uncle’s disappearance.

Fantasy, romance, and a whole lot of mystery: what is happening on the island of Kalypso?

Ongoing story: Season 2 out now!

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[pyx3l]

| i. A Fleeting Sense.

“𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.”

Michael Imani Aldene & Whitley Clarke Reeves.

A long night had pursued the two men, as they’d hopped from bar to bar, restaurant after restaurant, even opting for a coffee somewhere along the way. All in good fun, showing each other the little places they’d found and enjoyed. The night was ending, and Whitley seemed to be hinting he wanted to walk Michael home. That in itself was a problem. Allowing him into his apartment would be allowing him into his life, to see his secret. Michael wasn’t well off, as fancy-lived as his aura, his taste in fashion persuaded. 

It was a dumpy studio in the slums, the cheapest that Michael could work with. He’d managed to make it look nice, sure, but that part of the city was swallowed in bad reputation. Mostly for drugs and thieves, there were hostiles and the like that found refuge in this corner. Michael was no better, his residence would only prove that further. Since he was alone, he never minded to clean up, and he couldn’t allow himself to admit his addiction to Whitley. Not yet, anyway. Michael wasn’t sure if Whitley was just a fleeting moment, or if he was here to stay. 

“Let’s stop here for a sec,” Michael said, stopping in his tracks. He gave a click glance to Whitley, and pressed over to the railing of the bridge they were crossing. 

His heart was racing, he didn’t want to go any further, he couldn’t make himself. Michael fidgeting with his hands in his coat pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. Passing one to Whitley who’s artisan figure leaned over the guard rail, and pressing one in between his own lips. Whitley was quick to be of service, and pressed his notable zippo lighter he’d always kept in the chest pocket of his blazers. Politely he lit Michael’s first and shortly after his own. For a while it was just quiet, but they seemed to have found solace in that. Michael was thinking of how to break the silence and evade taking Whitley home. As much as he needed to, he didn’t really want to. He was actually beginning to like Whitley, in more ways than he could have imagined. 

It felt like he had been staring at the shifting water of the river below them forever now, most of his cigarette burnt up, but he took a few more hits before throwing it into the water and turning to face Whitley. He eyed him slowly before narrowing them, and exhaling the last bit of smoke. 

“What’s your angle?” Michael asked finally. 

“My angle? I don’t have an angle,” Whitley dragged on the remaining cigarette slowly and turned his head toward Michael. He gave a faint smile. Both his arms were propped up on the rail, using the free one to push his glasses up delicately. 

Michael’s face went plain, flicking the cigarette from Whitley’s hand and grabbing it so they’d face each other body to body. He looked up at him, and made clear that he was to be taken seriously. 

“What do you want from me? You’ve been dragging me around this city for weeks, I woke up in your apartment on the first night. You pretend like nothing happened, and,” Michael stopped, letting go of the man's arm. 

Finally his gaze broke away and he looked down and scratched at his neck nervously. Whitley’s index finger trailed the jawline of Michael’s face before stopping at his chin and lifting his head up. After the eye contact was reassured once more, both his hands pressed carefully but tightly on both Michael’s arms. 

“I want nothing more than to know you. Do you not remember the first night?” Whitley pouted as he noted the expression he was leaving on the other person's face. It came to realization, Michael *didn’t* know what happened. 

“I didn’t sleep with you,” he said softly. “After you showed me the rooftop of that place to watch the sun rise, we stopped to catch a bus. I wasn’t going to take you home, but you fell asleep at the bench and I didn’t know your address,” Whitley explained, and wanted to explain more. But he had stopped himself, worried that Michael might not believe him. “I didn’t want to leave you on the bench. It gets cold at night. And you have a pretty snore,” Whitley made light, and moved his hand to palm the side of Michael’s face lovingly. 

He watched as the man leaned into the touch, before pushing back and frowning. Michael didn’t know what to think, how to feel, he just needed space. Whitley’s hand clinged onto Michael’s wrist delicately, as an attempt to keep in distance. 

“Mia, if what you’re wanting is for me to confess my feelings, tell me. I like you, but I don’t want to rush that,” Whitley commented one last time, pulling his hand back as Michael threw his hand into his hair and shook his head. 

“I don’t know, Whitley. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. I need to think, please.” Michael whined, and shifted in stance. It was killing him. Whitley didn’t even know his real name, and Michael was just embracing the façade. 

“I want to know you,” he said softly, watching as his company began to leave. Whitley knew not to pursue, he’d give the man his time to think. If Michael wanted what Whitley was offering, they had already exchanged numbers, and Michael knew the spots he frequented. 

Writer's Notes:

(be nice this is my first time publicly posting my own writing when not roleplaying.) Michael is like one of my first ever ocs... so being able to share some writing I've had racked in my brain for him for 7+ years so exciting. I hope u guys enjoy sad gay shit as much as i do. 2/21/2023, 5:10am ~ Pyx <3

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[samflwrrs]

waking up to him gently rutting against my leg, letting out soft whimpers, getting himself off. he's got his eyes shut so tight so he doesn't realize i've woken up.

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