#my original fiction

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 @codyswhitebelt ✰ part2 of the Gif euphoria series

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and Roman stumble across a lingerie shop,but he can’t seem to contain himself

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy!Roman x Sub!Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 590

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bent over, Sir k*nk , THIS IS NOT PROOF READ !!( so sorry for any mistakes )

You always love going on shopping trips with your man Roman, mostly because he spoils your ass and gets you anything your little heart desires. Holding hands you both stroll around the mall . “ Where do wanna go now baby ?” he asks while he briefly checks the time on his phone. Looking up at him you smile “ I don’t knowwwww , how about you choose this time ?” looking up from his phone he gives you a smirk “whatever you say princess”.Picking up his pace , you both walk futher down until you stop at a shop called “𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍”. Gasping you walk up to the glass window and peer inside , looking at all the beautiful sets that were put on display. Letting out a laugh he wraps his arms around your waist “ I know you would’ve liked this ” turning your head slightly you said “Of course , i would like this baby!”.

Grabbing his hand you pull him inside the “ Victoria secret” like shop , ready to see all the beautiful sets waiting to be tried on. “So which ones you wanna try on baby ?” he asks as he also browses through the lingerie , taking notes of the pink ones , since he knows it’s your favourite colour ( Totally not protecting my interests in the character LOL.) “Hmmmm how bout this?” you questioned and grabbed a random set from the rack , displaying the parts on your body so Roman could have a basic layout on how it would look like on you. Licking his lips slowly he looks you up and down ; eyes hooded and low “Ooooo I say,me and you go into the changing room so I can really go into detail bout my opinion” giggling in excitement you make your way to the nearest changing room with roman prowling behind you.

As soon as the “ Click” sound echoed the compacted stall, Roman began to attack your lips like it was his last feast. Moaning in between the kiss he pulls away and turns you over so that you’re facing the wall “ You dirty girl , look at you…your panties are already soaking wet”he mockingly says as he flips up your skirt and you examines the damp spot between your legs. Moaning in desperation you began hastily taking of your panties yourself, chuckling at your neediness he pulls down his boxers and watches as his dick springs up , slapping against his abdomen. Lining up his tip against your folds he slowly pushes in groaning at how your pussy invites him so comfortingly and snug.

“ That’s it baby , take this dick ”. You moan out loudly ,your hands quickly fly to your mouth to muffle your pathetic voice. He quickens his pace,his hips clashing into your ass repeatedly going deeper with each stroke “Nahhh don’t cover your mouth baby, I want them to hear how much of a slut you are, fucking inna public store? you should be ashamed of yourself” he whispered in your ear to taunt you. Eyes rolling at you back of your head,you clench around him signifying that you were about to cum, noticing this he takes one of his hands and begin to run your swollen clit. Breathless and fucked out you bounce your ass back on him faster, ready to get you high” Daddy i’m gonna-”

* BANG * * BANG* Roman halted his movements. You both stare at the door….

𝐘𝐮𝐩𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 🤷🏾‍♀️

@trc-punzel 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 💋

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐟𝐫 𝐟𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 ( 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐬 🤧)

#jey uso #jimmy uso x reader #jey uso x reader #roman reigns #the usos #my original fiction #roman reigns x reader #wwe #wwe superstars #jey uso smut #roman reigns x you #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns smut

[turtletotem]

New Book Announcement

So, I have a new book out? Sort of? My sister Rachel is also a writer, and we put together an anthology of fantasy/science fiction stories—half of them mine, half of them hers.

If you've been following my work for a while, my stories may look familiar—one is a reworked Cherik fic, one is available on my Patreon, and one I published on its own a few years ago. But this is the first time any of them have been available in hard copy! And Rachel's should be new to you. :D

New Worlds is available in ebook and paperback. And if you want to check out my other published stuff, look for Elizabeth Belyeu on Amazon or Shelly Greene at JMS Books.

#my original fiction #sff #fiction #science fiction #fantasy #fantasy fiction #queer fiction #<--that's not in the anthology but shelly greene's stuff is all queer

[phoenixyfriend]

"I should look up some stuff about meteorology and climate generation for my original fiction scifi novel" that's the devil talking

#I'm going to need a meteorologist on retainer at this rate #i made things VERY complicated for myself #Phoenix Babbles #my original fiction

[thatonebirdwrites]

I sort of miss painting, but I can't say I was particularly good at it. This was one of my better pieces. This is a scene from Elivera, the setting for all of my original fiction. Yes, I specifically created Elivera to be a retinal world, because I really wanted violet plants. Also, yes, I did calculate exactly what type of sun would be best, where in the orbit Elivera would need to be to be habitable -- all so I could get violet plants. What else am I going to use my physics degree for? Actual physics? Ppppfffft. *waves hand dismissively* I'm too busy calculating how to make alien planets violet and be scientifically sound. (Also, being disabled makes it very difficult to get a job in the physics sector, but heh, whatever.)

If you also want to calculate all the parameters for your star and planet to be scientifically accurate, I made a spreadsheet for all your nerdery! (I really need to find a new home since I don't like googledrive, but that's where it's located currently.) I have instructions for how to choose which parameters, so the equations calculate the results you'll need. Because I'm a dork like that. (Nerd? Whatever). Anyway, if you wanna read more about Elivera, here's the World Anvil: Elivera. Anyway, I know this blog has mostly been about my fanfiction writings, but I do have original fiction! So this post is about that.

Also, one of my short stories, set on Elivera and features jet packs and bicycles and kilometer high trees, will debut later this year. See here for a copy of that anthology!

Feel free to ask me questions about my worldbuilding and so forth. :)

#my original fiction #my writings #writing #worldbuilding #my art #being a physics nerd #spreadsheets #Elivera my alien world #Conlangs are out of control on my Elivera World Anvil because they are too fun to make #Elivera is very much an communalist anarchist society for most of its inhabitants #Though socialist approaches do feature in some of the nations #I guess in a way Elivera is a solarpunk world

[rosesutherlandwrites]

THE BIG NEWS HAS ARRIVED:

A SWEET STING OF SALT is gonna be a real live book (coming at you Spring  APRIL 9 2024) and I am just over the freaking moon. This book WOULD NOT EXIST without Tumblr, and my les mis fandom friends, and the people who supported my fanfic when I began tossing it around out of nowhere, and I just have to say I love and appreciate you all SO, SO MUCH. Here, have a screenshot from the publishing website:

#Am editing #my original fiction #OMG I'm a real author #a sweet sting of salt #ASSOS #books

[melodymaymoreno]

Sometimes, heroes are not enough to save a word from catastrophe. Sometimes, you need someone else.

When their home threatens to collapse into chaos, a team of unlikely companions is willing to cross worlds to find a solution. A princess, a young hero, an old wizard a sorcerer without magic. They are meant to find a sorceress powerful enough to change the course of their world’s destiny, a creature unbound from the laws of magic and bring her back.

Except Amelia Brown isn’t a sorceress and she doesn’t know about their realms or why they were sent to find her specifically. Indeed, she knows nothing about herself beyond her little work at a telephone station, her only friend and the fact she lives alone, aimless and trapped in a life that doesn’t seem hers.

And because she is trapped, she goes with them, to discover what she forgot and how can she truly get it back. Is she really the hero they have been looking for or there is something else that meets the eye?

Read the ninth chapter in Royal Road

#mbiw #my original fiction #meta fiction #my novel #writeblr #fantasy

[izukuwus]

Consummation Training (NSFW) (Original Work) (F/M/M)

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

A/N: welcoming in my poly OC trio from the novel I'm writing! some days you wake up and you spend literally like 12 hours straight hyperfocusing on your keyboard and it turns out pretty well I think. this is technically an AU of the novel that I wrote instead of working on the actual novel but I think it counts for something!

I could do sooooo much background worldbuilding here and I'm tempted to ramble about it separately but I will abstain from now. please enjoy!

Summary: The Prince's Familiar hated the Knight. She hated him for having all the skills she lacked, for convincing her that it would be better for the two of them to teach the Prince before his wedding, and of course, for being right.

There would be no courtesans in the Prince's bedchambers. Just the three of them, the student and the teachers, to ensure that the Prince would be ready to please his wife come wedding night.

Warnings: exhibitionism/voyeurism, threesome, technically sex magic, implications of pregnancy (non-explicit), there's at least one vampire present, biting/blood, multiple orgasms, double penetration, technically dubcon if you approach it from the wrong angle, porn with feelings, porn with left plot, fuckin uhhhh some dom/sub shit going on, honestly there's a lot going on here lmao

Word Count: ~6100

The Prince's familiar hated the Knight.

It was a matter of fairness: he hated her from the first day, after all, and though she'd tried to bridge the gap between them, the fact remained that she was a vampire and he was sworn to protect their prince.

So she hated him.

She hated his duty-sworn personality. She hated the glares he leveled only at her. She hated the deferential way he looked at the Prince, and the sweet-soft tone he used with him. She hated the way he took immediately to the gorgeous noblewoman the Prince courted and agreed to wed, and she hated it more for the fact that she was the only soul who knew the Prince would never be happy with her at his side. Right now, before any of that, she hated the Knight's deft fingers, torturously unlacing her corset after having undressed most of the rest of her.

The sweet-soft tone reserved for the Prince was muttering in her ear from behind as he worked. "I would appreciate it if you bared with me and relaxed a bit for this demonstration," he said. "We are honor-bound to this, for our Prince's sake."

The Prince in question sat across from her, eyes marked with interest at the show they put on. The Knight had her spread out between him, carefully detailing each step of the process until she was presented, naked, for her Prince to see.

His face was a churning red at the sight of her; as far as she was aware, it was his first time seeing any more of a woman than the modest daily-wear they were held to, which was why they were doing this at all. But they were not there just so it would not be the Prince's first time seeing a naked woman when his wedding night came, and so the Knight did not stop at undressing her.

"The first thing you should know is that every woman is going to be different. Our little familiar here is not going to respond the same as your fiancée might. You can ask her, outright, what she desires from you, but she is a Lady and may not answer you truthfully, if she gives you an answer at all."

"So what do I do?" The Prince's voice cracked with a dry throat. He cringed, then swallowed, apparently doing his best not to appear too interested in his Familiar's naked form. “If—if they won’t tell me what they, um, like.”

“There are ways that they’ll tell you without words. You’ll see by the time we’re done with her.”

Her walls clenched involuntarily at the thought. She knew better than to voice any trepidation here—the moment she did, the Prince would back out for her comfort, and unfortunately, the Knight was right when he’d told her the Prince would need this and it would be better coming from them than from some untrustworthy courtesan hired to do the work for them.

She shuddered at the thought of anyone else being put on display like this for her Prince, then again at the thought of how the rest of the night would go.

The Knight chuckled at her back, a low rumbling sound that infuriated her. “There’s one of them. You probably can’t see from over there, but she’s shivering.”

“Should we warm her up?”

Another laugh. “In a manner of speaking, your Highness. Now, as a rule of thumb, there’s a few spots that are nice to pay attention to, depending on your partner. Obviously, there’s the main act, but if you want to produce magical heirs, you want to make sure you’re not the only one cumming.” He brushed her hair out of the way, and then soft lips were brushing a spot behind her ear. Unprepared, she gasped, eyes fluttering closed.

She’d never laid with a man before, and now she was perched between one’s legs while another studied her.

“Tell him more about the magic involved here. You’re our resident expert,” the Knight mumbled against her flesh. When she didn’t respond, he continued: “Or else I’ll get a lot meaner with you.”

Teeth grazed a soft spot near her throat in warning, and she couldn’t stop the whine in her throat. “He’s—he’s right. There’s magic released during an orgasm. Some of our—our researchers have found links tying release with the magical potential of the child, and your best shot at an heir is—" Her words caught in her throat when the Knight found a particular spot on her throat that made her legs weak. "—sorry, it's to ensure that both of you release as much as possible during a session."

"Are you certain you're okay with this?" The Prince asked her as she screwed her eyes shut. She could not give the Knight the satisfaction of knowing he was doing a good job, not even for her Prince's sake. "You seem almost like you're in pain."

"Depending on you and your partner, pain isn't always a bad thing." The Knight's mouth left her neck to speak. "But she's completely fine. Isn't that right?" A hand slid up her bare stomach. The cold of his rings followed the warmth of his fingertips, and she firmly stopped herself from shivering this time.

"I'm alright, your Highness, just—perhaps a little bit embarrassed at the situation."

He was always quick to reassure her. "Oh, no! There's no need to be embarrassed, this is all purely educational, after all!" 

"If you're embarrassed now, wait until we move past the barest forms of foreplay," the Knight hissed in her ear. Then, louder, in that soft-sweet voice again: "Would you like first-hand experience with this, your Highness?"

She opened one eye to see her Mage's expression. His eyes were wide, cheeks more flushed than before at the suggestion. "Are you asking if I'd like to—"

"We exist for your benefit, your Highness, and I expected to have you directly involved at some point. Watching can only take you so far, after all."

The Prince's eyes met hers, and she nodded slightly, though she hated that she did. Anything for His Highness. Anything for her Prince. She could see him swallow, and then he was standing and coming to the pair of them. "Okay. If everyone's certain they're okay with this..."

"She's all yours, your Highness. Behind the ear, down the jawline, across the throat... they're all generally sensitive, although your Familiar here seems to be particularly so."

The Prince was close. He was leaning in, staring at her throat, and she shuddered in a way that nearly sickened her. Who was the vampire here? Who was the prey, and who was the predator? Not her, not anymore. 

"If it helps, you can kiss her. Typically, that eases one into it, your Highness."

"Is that okay...?" he whispered, and the Familiar nodded.

He slotted himself between her naked thighs, cupping her chin gently and capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. She returned it, careful not to appear too eager even as her thighs twitched to close around his waist. 

It was true, he needed the practice: he was not a practiced kisser. She did her best to guide him in technique with her lips, to show him how to kiss her back. She knew by now that her Prince was a fast learner, and he exemplified it here: once he had a rhythm, his lips molded against hers, she felt teeth graze her lip, and damn it all, she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back almost immediately, searching her face in a near-panic. “Was that alright?”

Her eyes drifted open a moment later. Shit. This was bad. “Perfect, your Highness. You’re doing wonderfully.”

“And you’re not simply telling me as much to appease me?”

“I exist for your benefit, your Highness. You would not benefit from me lying to you in this instance.”

The Knight’s hand squeezed at her side gently. She took it as an approval of her words.

“Okay. And if I—if I wanted to continue?”

“You have my full consent, your Highness.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, and then his mouth was on hers again. She was dimly aware of the Knight speaking behind her, delivering instructions to her Prince: how to move his lips, how to bite hers, how to slip his tongue in her mouth if he wanted to. She didn’t give him access, not at first, but another pair of lips attached themselves to her throat and bit, and in the shock of her moan, her Prince’s tongue entered her mouth to explore.

“Good girl,” the Knight hissed in her ear. The whine caught in her throat.

She nearly lost herself in it, but the Knight did something good for once: when she brought her hands up to pull the Prince in closer, firm hands slid down her arms and pulled her wrists to be held behind her back. 

“Hands to yourself,” he whispered, and despite herself, she moaned around the Prince’s tongue.

“Those noises she’s making are a good sign,” the Knight explained as the Prince pulled away for air. Her breasts heaved with her breath—she cursed herself for getting lost in the moment. If she wasn’t careful, she’d even begin to enjoy this, and she would not admit to enjoying it right now. “You want her to make noise. Not every partner will, and you’ll learn your wife’s signals well if you spend enough time with one another, but not only is this one sensitive, she’s noisy, too. Really, she’s perfect for teaching with.”

Oh no. He was not making her feel like this with his words alone. She struggled surreptitiously against his hold, but he merely laughed.

“Are you feeling better to move on to the next step, your Highness?”

“Yes.” 

The Knight nodded in approval, and the Prince left her with one last kiss before slowly, uncertainly moving towards her jawline.

This was torture. Where the Knight had been suspiciously skilled with his mouth, the Prince was slow and careful, lacking confidence in where he dragged his lips.

“Here,” the Knight said after a moment, “let me mark a good spot for you, your Highness.”

The Prince pulled away, and lightning-quick, a hand left her wrists to tug at her hair and crane her neck for him. She keened, and the Knight paused, chuckling. “Aw, apparently this one also likes having her hair pulled. It’s almost cute.”

“It is,” the Prince agreed. 

She was boneless as the Knight found a soft spot and sucked hard on it, writhing in his hold. He cursed as he popped away, satisfied with the mark he left. “Earth below, you are sensitive,” he growled as he released her wrists to wind an arm around her waist and hold her down. “See that mark I’ve left on her, your Highness? That’s a good spot.”

The Prince nodded, drinking in her expression, the subtle bounce of her breasts as she tried failingly to catch her breath. Her pride surged a bit at the tent in his pants, and when he slotted himself between her legs again to attack her neck, she jolted as that tent brushed against her dripping core.

This time, he did not stop at her whine, even as the Knight was admonishing her for being so squirmy. Instead, the Prince attached himself to the darkening spot on her throat, kissing, sucking, licking, even once biting her, until her head had gone fuzzy and a coil was tightening in her core.

She couldn’t help it—she squirmed against the Knight’s hold and the Prince’s ministrations. Her prince’s hands were on her hips, rubbing soothing circles there, and the Knight shifted to hold her thighs open before she wrapped them around her Prince’s waist. The immobility killed her—being held open for him, two pairs of strong hands holding her down, a low voice giving calm instructions in her ear, the delicious feeling of a mouth on her neck, it was all so much, and then she managed to buck her hips just a little against the Prince’s growing hardness, and he moaned against her throat, and the Knight bit down on her shoulder, and she needed, more than anything, to warn her Prince before he took it too far.

He beat her to it. His voice filtered into her mind, a feature of their little soul bond. ‘Still okay?’

‘More than okay, my Prince. If you keep this up, I’m going to—‘ Even in her mind, the words caught. This should not feel this good. She’d scarcely been touched, and here she was, moments from careening over the edge.

‘Isn’t that the goal?’ her Prince asked, and then he was biting down in a new place, and she was thrashing against the men’s holds, the coil in her stomach snapping, and she needed to grab onto something, anything for purchase. Her hands found the Knight's thighs behind her, and he cursed as her nails dug in. Her head dropped backward, onto his shoulder, and when she was back in her mind, she glanced up to see that her Prince was watching her with hungry eyes.

She shuddered.

"Back with us?" the Knight asked, and crooned her name. "I wasn't expecting you to cum just from having your neck kissed. Is it that you're truly that sensitive, or are you enjoying being watched?"

She wouldn't dignify him with a response. Not, at least, until he nipped at the shell of her ear.

"Both, I think," she managed between gasps.

Shit. She wasn't supposed to say that.

His eyebrows shot up in amusement. "Well, look at you. Nice and honest. Big change from how you normally treat me. We're not done yet, though, so catch your breath."

A low keen left her throat. This was shaping up to be an eternal sort of night.

"Was that good?" 

It was. It was extremely good. But she was nearly wordless, and she'd honestly hoped he was asking the Knight, but the Knight didn't answer him, either, merely clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Answer him." In the time it took her to search the soup of her mind for a response, all she came up with was a nod. That earned her a light slap to her inner thigh, and she jolted and whined. "Use your words."

"S-so good, my Prince."

When she looked, he had relaxed into a smile, but it wasn't the usual sort he afforded her: in the lighting as she finally caught her breath, he looked wicked. 

"Why whine over him hitting you?" he asked, innocent. "Are you that sensitive between the legs?"

"Mm," she managed as a reply. "Everywhere."

That earned her cruel laughter from the Knight, and his hands left her thighs. She was sure, if she looked, she'd see outlines of his hands on the pale skin there, but he merely nodded to the Prince to step back. "So, so honest. But we've got a lot of information to cover. Are you ready to move on, your Highness?"

"Please," he said.

"Good." Already she was tensing in anticipation. Hands slid up her sides, causing her to squirm as he cupped her breasts. "Now, this is yet another case where your partner may like this more or less than our little familiar here. Honestly, usually this is more for you than the sensation it gives your partner, but judging on how this one has been reacting—" He tweaked one of her nipples between two fingers, and her back arched into it. "—ah, there it is. She'll be good to play with and learn from, it seems."

He began massaging her breasts, and amid the sensation, she was a little proud that, as large as his hands were, her breasts were bigger. Already heat was pooling in her stomach as her Prince watched the Knight toy with her.

"Now, it's unusual that you end up with someone this sensitive. By now, you probably won't have come close to drawing an orgasm out of your partner. I'd encourage you to take your time and learn how best to pull them out. Combine your techniques. Let her feel your mouth, feel you worship her body. It's a wonderful body to get to worship."

At a sharp tug to her nipples, she whimpered and arched into it once more. She could feel the Knight's cock through his pants, heavy and hard against her ass, and fuck her, she was growing more and more desperate for any of it.

"She's so needy," he tutted. "But see how I cup her from below and pull? Come give it a try."

The Prince was fast as he returned to nest himself in front of her, and only one of the Knight's hands pulled away. The intent was clear: both men groped her, shame having left the room ages ago. The Knight's free hand again came to rest between her legs, achingly close to what she needed. Close enough, at least, that he lingered on the edge of where her wetness had soaked her thighs.

"As much as she's enjoying this, your Highness, I feel comfortable setting a goal for you to achieve tonight, if it pleases you."

Dread pooled in her stomach as her Prince's eyes dragged up from her chest. His lip was caught between his teeth. He was enjoying seeing her this debauched.

"Tell me."

"Since the goal is for you to learn how to please your partner, I'd suggest that we not move on from one stage to the next until she's come. Normally, this would be extraordinarily difficult, but she's easy. I think you'll have no trouble at all working her to completion until you've truly mastered something."

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

His fingers, which had been rolling her right nipple between them, tightened their hold, and he pulled perhaps a bit tighter than he'd been intending. She gasped out a weak 'your Highness' in reply, and he glanced down at her.

"You're right. She is really easy. I think I can manage that."

He was actually going to do it. They were going to pull countless orgasms out of her—how many 'sections' had the Knight designated? Was he about to add more to the lesson plan just to torture her? Was she even going to survive the night, at this rate?

So caught in her thoughts, she didn't notice her Prince leaning down and capturing her nipple in his mouth until he was already there, until she was already moaning. 

"How—how much did you have planned, Sir—" She gasped before she got to his name, but he seemed pleased with the effort.

"You can just leave it at Sir tonight. The deference suits you."

That sent another pang of heat straight to her core. This was unbearable. Her Prince was groping her, playing with her nipples, sucking on her breast like a man who'd die otherwise, and the Knight was simply massaging her inner thighs, driving her insane with his words and how close he came each time to actually touching her. 

"To answer your question, we'll be going until he can make you come from these tits alone, then we'll be adding magic into the equation, which I expect you to teach him—"

"Me?" she interrupted. "You want me to—Moon above—" The Knight nipped harshly at her throat. Another bite mark to add to the collection. "While I'm getting my third orgasm of the night drawn out of me? Do you have any idea how—ah—"

The Prince was lost in his ministrations. Too lost, she thought, to notice the heated conversation she was having with the Knight. 

"Just as difficult, I'd imagine, as having to watch you fall apart again and again and not do anything about it," he growled in her ear. "Be good, and if you make it to the end of these lessons without passing out, you'll be rewarded by both of us."

A low whine.

"And after you've taught him how to incorporate his own magic into making you feel good, we'll teach him how to bring you to orgasm with his fingers, then with his mouth, and you'll teach him exactly how to work your clit, and then we'll see how you fare getting passed between us for educational purposes. And yes, I will be teaching him how to tease you."

Another whine. Her hips bucked a little—her Prince had pulled her tits out by the nipple, as far as they could tolerate, and let them fall weightily back to her chest. He did it again, enthralled with the way they bounced. He would be the death of her, she thought, if the Knight didn’t run her through first. “That’s… that’s a lot, Sir.”

“You’ll take it.”

“That’s six orgasms in a single night!”

“It’s seven, actually. You’re starting to let them cloud your mind already.”

Shit. It was seven. “That’s worse!”

“Like I said, you’ll take it, and you’ll be rewarded for your compliance at the end. You’ll do it because we are honor-bound to serve him, and you, especially, are going to serve him. Perhaps, by the time this is done, we’ll consider training him to have better stamina when it comes to his wife. Would you like that, little one?”

Another thing that infuriated her about him: he was taller than her. No one was taller than her. She was a vampire, and here he was, making her feel tiny.

Lips attached to an unmarked stretch of flesh on her throat. The Prince did not stop kneading her chest as she leaned into it. 

“Well? Would you?”

She thought about it, truly and honestly. Her Prince, kissing her neck, licking her neck, biting her neck, torturing her nipples with his soft hands. Such a stark contrast to the Knight’s calluses catching the skin of her thighs. 

She felt the cock pressing into the apex of her thighs, the fabric she was certainly dampening, and the cock pressed into her back, and her mouth watered. What would training his stamina entail? Fucking her over and over, until he couldn’t take anymore? Allowing her to get on her knees before him and take his cock into her mouth? Would the Knight train her on his cock, first, to ensure she knew how to suck him properly? Would he watch the entire time? Continue to instruct them on how to please one another?

A harsh twist to her nipple had her crying out and jerking. ‘Answer him. I want to hear you tell him what you want.’

And oh, was that delicious. Momentarily, she forgot she was serving her Prince, simply Serving, and she nodded. “I would. I want it. I want it. I—“

‘Good girl,’ her Prince echoed in her mind, and she snapped again, somehow cumming harder than before. He was a fast learner, for sure, and for once, she feared that more than she took pride in it.

“You really are perfect,” the Knight cooed as she came down from her second high. “Not many who cum just from having their breasts played with or their neck kissed. Now go on. Teach him how to use magic to make you feel good.”

Her mind was entirely blank. He was her student, where magic was concerned. This was not a strange request, to teach him how to use magic. But its application to sex? She’d never had normal sex before this. Never even considered the application of magic to fucking her. She stammered something out, did her best, but it only earned a sympathetic coo from the Knight.

“You don’t know, do you? Have the orgasms made you dumb, or have you never brought it into play before?”

She merely shook her head.

“Aw. Well, I’ll just have to teach him, once we’ve shown him how to punish a disobedient partner.”

Her whole body shivered at that. Punish?

“Oh, she likes that idea. How about you, your Highness? Would you like to learn how to punish her properly?”

He nodded. “Signing on to help teach me, then not even teaching me when asked. I think she’s earned it.”

Oh no. He was becoming cruel, too. 

Before she knew it, she was being expertly bent over the Knight’s lap, ass perked up for easy access.

“This is one way I like to punish them, your Highness,” he said, and then she was keening as a sharp smack landed on her flesh. Several more followed in quick succession, her body jerking with each one. When he was done, he rubbed soothing circles into the raw red, cooing sweetly over her. “You want to make sure to cup your hands like this, see? There’s good ways to hurt her and bad ways to. This is one of the good ways. Isn’t that right?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she nodded. “Mhm.”

Another smack. “How did I tell you to address me?”

She sobbed, and she moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Your Highness, let’s see how you hit her.”

Several more smacks against her ass, these less certain, less practiced. He kept going until tears streamed down her cheeks, and then a bit more as he perfected his technique. She’d lost count from the moment her Knight had landed several.

“How is that, darling? Feel good?”

It did. It was humiliating, her cheeks burned, but it was good.

“I think so. Look at her; she’s making a mess of the floor.”

Callused fingertips collected juices running down her thighs. “Oh, yeah. She’s enjoying this. How many was that, little one?”

“Seven… seven… teen?” She honestly wasn’t sure. Seventeen seemed like a good number.

When he let out a dark laugh, her heart stopped. “Your Highness, since she got it wrong, may I show you another good way to punish her?”

“By all means.”

She was maneuvered into sitting up. The fat of her ass was raw from all the hitting. Her Prince soothed her with kind words and a wandering hand, a gesture which helped only until she realized her Knight had undone his belt and taken out his cock.

It was bigger than it had felt. Her mouth watered at the sight, and when he beckoned her over with a pat on his lap, she moved automatically. He positioned her over him, pressed himself inside, and she keened as she sunk down on his length.

“Make her wait for it,” he explained, and suddenly, she understood.

He did not move. In fact, he was busily explaining to her Prince how to heat and cool his fingers to add an extra layer of play to her nipples. It was good, and she moaned and panted and arched, but still the Knight did not move.

“See how desperate she’s getting, just from sitting on my cock, your Highness? Let her sit there a while, and soon, she’ll be apologizing for what she did and begging for you to fuck her.”

She would do no such thing. Not for him. She felt him twitch inside her, and she ached for friction, but received none. Simply his hand, pressing healing magic into her ass until the raw fire turned into a dull, pleasant sting.

One day, she’d get him back for this. Find some way to punish him for treating her like a toy to be played with. He was hot and big and filled her deliciously and he wouldn’t move and someday she’d get down on her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth and leave him groaning until she came off him and didn’t finish him.

…fuck. She was thinking about sucking his cock. She’s already lost.

“Now, you can’t tell, but you can actually feel her walls moving around you like this. That’s how, even when she’s being a brat, you can tell that she’s enjoying this.”

Oh, fuck you.

“Have you got a handle on the temperature play?”

“I think so. How’s she holding up?”

“You’re doing a good job. Every time you pull her nipple like that, she flutters around me. I think she likes having her tits played with. You could probably lay her down and fuck yourself between her tits and she’d come from that alone.”

She couldn’t help the flutter in her stomach at the thought, nor at his low rumble. “Oh, she really likes the idea of that.”

“Might I feel?”

The Knight pulled out of her, and she nearly sobbed, a broken wait leaving her mouth as she was suddenly emptied.

“First, let’s look at how to get her off with your hands…”

Fucking hell. Okay. They were both good with their fingers. The Knight showed him how to curl them to drag another orgasm out of her, then laid her down and showed her Prince how to work his tongue around her clit and move it inside of her. Each time, she was quicker to cum, quicker to cry out and clench around them. 

When at last, the Knight pinned her down on the bed so the Prince could watch him fuck her, she nearly sobbed all over again.

“I can’t—I can’t take anymore,” she gasped out. “It’s too much.”

“You’ll take it just fine,” he said simply, and that was the end of that before he shoved himself inside. 

He set a slow pace at first, explaining patiently between grunts how to move his hips, how different speeds were good for different things. 

“Like this, it’s slow. Intimate. It’s a good way to show your love.” He looked away from the night to glance back down at her, fuck-drunk, eyes almost fully-lidded as she stared up at him. 

She pulled him down into a slow kiss.

What was she doing? This was not in the plan. This was the exact opposite of the plan.

And yet, the Knight kissed her back, slow and sweet, one hand cupping her cheek. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on hers for a moment before he remembered what he was doing. “See? Like this, you don’t even have to say it. Would you like to try, your Highness?”

The Prince must have nodded, because the Knight gave her one last kiss as he pulled out. She lay there, staring at the two of them. Watching as the Knight kissed the Prince slowly. 

“That,” he said, “was meant for you, my Highness.”

He didn’t miss a beat. He kissed him right back, just as slow, just as sweet. “Keep it. I’ll get my own.” 

Then, he was climbing over her, carefully guiding himself to insert his cock into her. He was pretty, his cock deliciously long and on the thinner side. She thought she caught a glimpse of a vein before he entered, and then he was setting a slow, torturous pace. 

And gods above and below, she was thrilled at it all. She was sore, whimpering, overstimulated, but when he slid himself inside and kissed her, it felt right. She kissed him back, eager and slow, letting him take his time and figure himself out.

She didn’t even notice the tears sliding down her cheeks.

‘I don’t want you to marry her,’ she whispered in the back of his mind, and his hips stuttered. ‘I love you.’

He paused inside her, pulling away to stare at her with wide eyes. “I never thought you’d admit that,” he said, and it was now that she realized: she fucked up.

There was a weight next to them on the bed. The Knight, sitting beside them, lacing his fingers with hers. “Did she tell you?”

“She did.” He nodded.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, and planted a kiss on her crown. “You should know, there is nothing forbidding a Prince from wedding his familiar.”

It was her turn now to freeze, as her Prince began to work his hips inside her again. “What?”

“What he said. I will be the King. I can marry whomever I want.”

She couldn’t process it. She didn’t know how many orgasms she’d had that night, but clearly she wasn’t thinking clearly, because that could not be what they were implying.

“If I decided that, say, I wanted to take my Familiar and my Knight into my bed, not as partners in sex, but partners in marriage, there is nothing which would prevent me from doing so except the desires of those partners.”

His hips were picking up the pace, and still, she was staring at him, dumbfounded. He paused suddenly, pulled out.

“Marry us,” the Knight said and lifted her. She was being maneuvered, contorted until she faced the Knight, not the Prince, and two cockheads lined up at her entrance.

“Why—why you?” she managed, eyes wide at the Knight’s face. “Why both of you—why any of this?”

“Because we love you,” the Prince whispered in her ear from behind. “Because we’re going to be together the rest of our lives, him sworn to me and you bound to me, and because I want that to be in a capacity not just as my servants, but as lovers and partners in ruling.”

One of the cocks slid into her, and she moaned quietly. “Even—even Sir—“

The second joined in, stretching her beyond what she thought was capable. Again her head dropped back, mouth hanging open.

“Yes, I love you. You’re brilliant, and kind, and as much as I hate you, I cannot imagine a life without you. Either of you. I would not choose it if I could.”

She was speared with two dicks at once. Before tonight, she had been a virgin, and now, she was unable to think, unable to process anything except the feeling of being so full and the kisses being pressed against the back of her neck.

“Say yes,” her Prince mumbled against her skin. “Tell me I don’t have to marry her. Tell me not to, and we’ll stuff you senseless, and then I’ll go straight to my desk and draft a letter calling off the engagement.” He began to move inside her, achingly slow, until he was nearly entirely out. As he pushed back in, the Knight, too, began to move, and she let out a long moan. 

“Say yes,” her Knight gasped out. “Fuck, you’re tight. Tell him to call off the engagement, love. Please.”

A lifetime with them. Every night in their shared bed.

“I love you,” one man whispered.

“I love you,” the other man groaned.

It was all too much. They were moving, faster and faster they were moving, and her teeth gleamed in the moonlight. She needed to bite to think. She needed blood on her lips to make sense of anything.

She lurched forward and bit down on the Knight’s shoulder as they fucked her, and he groaned and fucked her harder. They’d established a rhythm, and the feeling of flesh beneath her teeth was all that kept her sane in light of that rhythm. When she had her fill and was sure she hadn’t killed him, she lathed her tongue over the marks, and she sighed.

“Yes,” she mumbled into him. “Fuck me harder, fuck me senseless, and I’ll marry you both. Please, please, please—“

One of them came.

She couldn’t tell you which one, but it didn’t quite matter, because the other followed not long after, and she was flooded with their hot seed, and then she was cumming around them, and both men groaned. The Knight had to hold her up, the Prince holding her back as she thrashed something violent, and when they both pulled out and all three laid alongside one another on the bed, she cried with overwhelm.

“It’s so much,” she managed as one stroked her hair and the other danced magic-laden fingertips over her to soothe her. “It’s so much.”

“We’ll bathe, and we’ll rest in the few short hours before morning, and then we’ll work out the plan,” her Prince promised. “First to call off the engagement, then to make this one official. You’ll make a wonderful Queen, my love.”

She let out a little guttural noise. There were hardly any words left in her, except one important question: “There is no possible way that was your first time.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It was hers, though,” the Knight said, amusement playing in his voice. “I think we’ve ruined her for anyone else. What do you think, my Prince?”

“Good. She’ll never be with anyone else.” The Prince trailed fingers over her bare shoulder with a loving sigh. “And, ideally, neither will we.”

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[ellenembee]

Scythe of Heaven

by Ellen Embee

After an alien invasion, one man has the power to give the human race a fighting chance.

Nick was a thief and a hacker. He never wanted to be a hero, but he’s left with no choice after a freak accident gives him the ability to understand and blend in with the alien invaders intent on purging Earth of humanity. Nick works among the aliens, biding his time, until a secret message comes through from the Resistance, an underground organization formed from the scattered remnants of the decimated human population.

The request is simple. His instructions are clear. But conflicting forces, both without and within, will make his choice more difficult than he could ever imagine.

Read it in Press: An Original Anthology, Volume 2, pg. 69

#writing #original fiction #original writing #writers #writblr #my writing #my original fiction #I wrote a thing! #if you read it just know that I love you #ficwip #mine #Ellen Embee original fiction

[queerfictionwriter]

Writing Update: July 2023

This was a wild month, and for once, I mean that in the best way: while I only achieved some of what I’d planned to at the end of June, I got a “yes” from a publisher (more on this later), which translated to a fair amount of not-writing but writing-adjacent activities for about a week, and I decided to invest in some new tech that is paying wild dividends, re: my output. Because that number, down there? Total wordcount for the month? All but 2k of that was written in the back half of the month, after my new tech arrived. 

Total wordcount: 13, 291

Highlights: 

Worked on, and finished all my short pieces for Steter Week 2023 (here), of which there are six

Continued working on a gift fic for a friend (albeit not the one I’d planned to)

Banging out Patreon content for August, and beginning September’s batch

Making some progress, even if slow, on the next installment of the Demon Eskel series I’m co-writing with @piceuscelus 

Started writing the epilogue/final update on the Kinky Stargent fic (not broken, she’s just a baby)

Worked on chapter 14 of the arranged marriage fic—which is close to done, meaning I’ll probably be able to update that fic soon for the first time in like, three and a half years

Goals for August:

Work on the next batch of Patreon stuff

Finish the Kinky Stargent fic

Get at least the next chapter done of the BDSM AU

Finish and post one of the non-TW pieces I’ve been working on 

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[strxwberry-milku]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 @wrestlingprincess80 ✰ part1 of the Gif euphoria series

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Desperate!JeyUso x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Kowing Jey could NEVER resist your pussy you use that to your advantage.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy kink, Sl*t shaming and just full on nastiness

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 840

You and Jey got invited to one of Jimmy’s “ get wrecked ” parties in which you get shit face drunk and do whatever the fuck you want because Naomi and the kids went on holiday too spain for two weeks, so that means PARTY TIME! ( shhh don’t tell her tho ). Before you guys left your house you could already tell that Jey was horny due to him tryna pull up your dress every five seconds but you reassured him that when you guys get back home , he can damage your pussy all night long but for now you have a party to get to.

Pulling up to Jimmy’s house you knocked at the door and patiently waited for him to come out “Hold on guys , lemme just open this beer real quick”he shouted from behind the door , rolling your eyes annoyed you huffed and gave Jey a side eye , almost indirectly saying for him to fix up his brother. Lifting his hands up in defence he said “ Hey don’t blame me, it ain’t my fault your impatient ” and gave your ass a quick slap, before you could do anything back the door opened up and you were engulfed in a bear hug. “Heyyy sisssss , how u beennnn ? i ain’t seen yo ass since the last party .Jey got you locked up in his basement or sumn ?” he goofly remarked, laughing you said “ Nahh i’ve just been busy and shit , tryna keep your LITTLE brother under control “ you mockingly emphasised the “little”cause you knew it would rile him up. Attitude spreaded across his face and he kissed his pearly whites at you and remarked “ quit playin wit me lil girl , cause i wasn’t little when i was deep in ya gu-” Slapping you hand over his mouth you send him a glare and drag him inside the house , with Jimmy laughing behind you guys.

Walking in inside the house ,the stench of alcohol and bounce that ass over filled your nostrils, it almost made you wanna turn back around and leave but it would be a shame because you actually wanted to enjoy yourself so you walked down to the kitchen, swivelling past the drunk , dancing bodies. Reaching the kitchen you closed the door and grabed a red solo cup and poured yourself some of the alcohol fruit punch. Taking a seat on the counter you take a sip of the drink and close your eyes relishing the burning sensation going down your throat.

“ Hey baby , you good ?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang throughout the desolate kitchen scaring the shit outta you , snapping your eyes open you place your hands on your chest “ Baby you scared the shit outta me.” laughing he walked in between your spreaded legs and placed small kisses along your neck “ my bad bae,i ain’t mean to”. Knowing what he was trynna do , you decided to give in and let him take control since you kind of wanted it to and plus , this would be a new experience for the both of you. Pulling you at the edge of the counter he hastily pulls down your red lace panties “ Ooooo kinky , i see you baby ” he says and kneels down to face your already dripping pussy.

You felt a little bad that you were about to fuck on Jimmys counter but all that went down the drain as soon as you felt Jey’s lips kiss and prob at your outer lips.

Moaning in complete bliss , you lock your legs around his head to which he forcefully pries them back open and wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place. “ That’s it baby , let daddy know how good he’s making you feel ” he said as his tongue skilfully glided against your swollen clit. Crying out you grip his hair “ Fuck, Fuck , Fucckkk ” was all you could chant out as you felt Jey’s fingers slowly slide inside your sloppy , wet hole . “You dirty slut , look at you . Imagine if someone was to walk in right now and see you all fucked out on the counter , i bet you would like that wouldn’t you ?” Gasping his filthy words you clutch your eyes closed and start to grip Jey’s hair even tighter , you felt your lower abdomen tense signifying your about to cum all over his face . Growling in response he fingers your pussy faster too the point all you could hear was squelching “ that’s it baby , let it all out , let the people outside hear much of a dirty slut you are”and on command you cum right then and there, eyes rolling back into your head as you squirt unto his freshly cut beard.

Just as Jey was about to say something, the door opens revealing a shocked Naomi and kids….

𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍

𝐈𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬 , 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲 😭

Ps this ain’t proofread since i was in a rush to get this out so , sorry for the mistakes.

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[bucky-boychik-barnes]

So I decided to make a Single Dads AU with two OCs, and i'm 20k words into writing their first date that did not even make it to the restaurant. I can easily see it hitting 50k once the next morning is also written.

Really considering giving it a few good editing passes and self-publishing it as erotica or smtg, when it is done. Why not?

#my writing #my original fiction

[spaceofentropy]

Can you tell us about Wolf Dreams? 👀

I said a few things here, but, yeah, it's a novel, book four in my urban fantasy series. There's a witch and her girlfriend who is a supernatural creature; a werewolf who's a veterinarian and demands help to find the missing leaders of her pack; the witch's stepbrother and the girlfriend's brother who don't want these two ladies to get into more trouble after 3 books worth of it; and an elderly cat who used to be a familiar and now is just along for the ride.

But there's trouble brewing in town, it's like Milan is holding its breath, waiting for catastrophe to strike.

Hastily translated snippet, because why not :P

"A year ago," I explain to Emmet, without taking my eyes off of the vet, "I told Fabiola that I would owe her a debt if she did me a favor, which she did." To Fabiola I say: "What do you need?"

"Nero and Titania are missing. I want you to help me find them."

"Who's missing?" asks Emmet, scratching his cheek. He needs to shave.

"The leaders of my group."

"Cool. But it's not, like, a band, right?"

Three pairs of eyes look at him like he's a total nincompoop. The nincompoop raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey, in my defense, I'm barely awake. Okay, werewolves, your pack of werewolves, got it. Cool. I'm gonna go and make some coffee. Does anyone want coffee? No? Nobody? Okay."

#wolf dreams #my original fiction #wip tag game #thanks for asking! #fizzigigsimmer

[musetta3]

free ramble space for Knight and the Nightingale! I want to hear all about it <3

EEE! I love this one. Knight is a historical romance thriller set in 1480s Scotland. Julia, a medievalist and classical musician, never thought she'd somehow find herself in the book she'd been reading in the bath...nor did she ever think she'd use her knowledge of history to assist a prince lead a rebellion. It's based on James IV's rise to power as he usurped the throne from his father; the research for this has been a LOT of fun.

She didn’t know how long she was unconscious: minutes, hours, days; all that registered through the darkness was pain shooting down her legs. Julia shifted uncomfortably; rough cloth tickled her skin, hard mattress pressing into her spine. She adjusted her position in vain; the bed she was lying in was horribly hard, no give at all— Last thing she remembered, she’d been reading in the bath. How, then, did she arrive in bed? Her eyes flew open in alarm.  Undyed linen closed in around her face, arms and head, blotting out the light.  She batted away the fabric in vain, concern growing when it refused to move. She discovered her entire body was enveloped in linen, the sheet tucked tightly around her. Julia tugged it down  from the crown of her head; much to her dismay, she never found the hem. In her trembling fingers, she held the gathered ends of fabric stitched together. She gasped.  This wasn’t a blanket thrown over her head: it was a shroud. Panic scrabbled inside her chest, flaring into caustic acid. Where was she? How did she get here? Julia pulled at the stitches with all her might, kicking against the stitching at her feet to snap the strings. Her breath left her when they refused to give way.  “Help,” she screamed, “help me! Please!” Her cries met with cold silence, leaden in her chest. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clawed and kicked. “Please,” she begged, “please, God, help—” She eventually ripped the cloth, throwing the last of the linen away. She sat up in alarm.   She was in a tidy, whitewashed room lined with shelves of white linen cloth and pouches of herbs. Rows of tables took up much of the space, several bearing white ‘body bags’ like the one she’d been stitched into. A great stone fireplace resided at the far end of the room, no doubt to heat the water used to wash corpses. Woody, astringent balsam, myrrh and aloe wafted up from the embalming table she sat on, the boards permeated with herbs over the years. Julia retched, the stone floor beneath her blurring from tears as she hung over the side.  She was in a morgue…a medieval morgue, like the ones she had studied as a medieval history major. A terrifying thought came to her, one that refused to leave her alone. “Absolutely not,” she told herself. “T-This is a nightmare, that’s all; just a vivid nightmare.” But no nightmare felt quite so real as this; Julia wobbled to her feet, wincing at each step as she made a beeline for the wash basin. A brass ewer hung above the bowl, suspended by a chain. Her stomach clenched. She had seen that exact ‘sink’ configuration in medieval paintings she’d studied at university. To encounter it again outside of school was… Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember what had happened to her?

#wip #wip titles game #knight and the nightingale #original fiction #1480s #1480s scotland #historical fiction #my writing #my original fiction #musetta writes

[kunstpause]

Because I haven't shared it here, I'm making the jump into original fiction. At the moment, serialized on my Patreon with plans to release the first book of my series in autumn. I'm writing fantasy romance/erotica with a lot of queer themes. For anyone who wants to support me (and read two chapters per month ahead of time) you can do so by subscribing to my Patreon.

If you just wanna take a peek at what I am writing without any hassle, the first chapter is online here for free.

You can follow my author twitter here or take a look at my new website here.

#Kunstpause writes stuff #my original fiction #Avery Lux

[clarislam]

I'm so happy to finally show off the cover for my amateur sleuth murder mystery "Engagement To Die For!" Also, fun fact: I designed this myself. Release date TBA. Expect to hear more updates about it soon! Another fun fact: Newsletter subscribers got a sneak peek at the cover a day before all of you did on socials! If you'd like other sneak peeks and insights into my work, check out my newsletter here: https://clarislamauthor.substack.com

Image: Cover of amateur sleuth murder mystery novel, "Engagement To Die For," by Claris Lam. The cover features the title's text on the center of the cover in yellow. The background is blue and shows train tracks leading into the distance.  

#writeblr #cover reveal #indie author #book cover #books #original fiction #claris' original fiction #my original fiction #Engagement To Die For #book hype #hype #upcoming release #bookblr #authorblr

[melodymaymoreno]

Sometimes, heroes are not enough to save a word from catastrophe. Sometimes, you need someone else.

When their home threatens to collapse into chaos, a team of unlikely companions is willing to cross worlds to find a solution. A princess, a young hero, an old wizard a sorcerer without magic. They are meant to find a sorceress powerful enough to change the course of their world’s destiny, a creature unbound from the laws of magic and bring her back.

Except Amelia Brown isn’t a sorceress and she doesn’t know about their realms or why they were sent to find her specifically. Indeed, she knows nothing about herself beyond her little work at a telephone station, her only friend and the fact she lives alone, aimless and trapped in a life that doesn’t seem hers.

And because she is trapped, she goes with them, to discover what she forgot and how can she truly get it back. Is she really the hero they have been looking for or there is something else that meets the eye?

Read the third chapter in Royal Road.

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