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prince-liest · 10 months
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I’m reading Witch King by Martha Wells, and now that I have read more than one (1) series by this author, I have been suddenly brained with a two-by-four sharpied over with “realizing that I really enjoy novels by Martha Wells because they live in the specific niche created by the intersection of casually and thoroughly queer casts and non-romance storylines”
I am as ever a sucker for non-human main characters struggling with their very human feelings, which is why I jumped on Witch King the moment I saw “the author of Murderbot wrote another book with a main character that’s non-human,” but I live in this dichotomy where I can really enjoy reading queer romances but I don’t really identify with non-ace characters (which is not actually something I figured out how to differentiate until I was Last Week Years Old). so there are lots of books out there that I enjoy reading but it’s comparatively rare for me to read something that feels like it was written For Me and Martha Wells does that very well
anyway, give me more ace it-pronouns human-spliced robot main characters and people-eating demons who consider rank over gender when finding new bodies to inhabit
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kennedybaby · 11 months
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being chris and claire’s youngest sister who always turns to older leon for some comfort everytime she had a fight with her bf!!!! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝts is just a silly little drabble. . .
Word count: 1.385k / Warning: age gap, cheating, unprotected sex.
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your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me, telling me ‘bout you.
It’s wrong, hell, you know how wrong it is to run to your brother’s friend for comfort every time you had a heated argument with your boyfriend. You can’t help it, Leon just provided the right amount of attention at the right time to you. All you needed to do is whine into your cellphone, sniffing and wiping your hot tears as you pour your heart out about how your boyfriend and you got into a fight again to Leon and he’s quick to get on his motorcycle, revving his engine up and going straight to your home. You know it’s bad, if either Chris or Claire founds out you were fooling with their friend behind their backs, they would probably lecture you and make sure to create distance between you and Leon. Not only that, but if your boyfriend were to find out you’ve been letting Leon pound you raw every other night when you’re not staying at his place, he would be beyond livid.
But all those worries and guilt were thrown straight out of the window the second Leon have his head between your soft thighs, warm tongue lapping on your clit as his hands keep your thighs apart. The slick, squelching sound of his lips sucking onto your bundles of nerves while his thick fingers pump in and out of your pussy brings nothing but pure bliss into your head, easing your stress as your fingers intertwined with his dark, brown locks. Leaning your head back to your pillow, you can feel the dark stubble on his cheeks brushing against your inner thighs, the red marks of his fingers digging deep into the cush of your thighs was evident as he dragged a long stripe on your slit and up to circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.
“What’s this time?” Leon asked, the way he asked it was evident how this wasn’t the first time you hit him up in the darkest hour to come and comfort you. Not that he would complain, he’d do anything to bury his cock inside of you, a pretty, clueless girl half his age. But Leon knows the cluelessness you cling to was nothing but an act you like to put on for him and only for him. You know how wrong it is, to be cheating and could possibly ruin the friendship between him and your siblings— but you didn’t care.
And, neither does Leon.
“He's bein’ mean,” You breathed out, a small pout forming on your swollen, red-tinted lips as you looked up at him with dewy eyes. “He’s just not you, Leon,” Leon smirked at your words, planting a soft kiss on your clit and pulling his slick-coated digits out of your warm hole before he stands up from his knees to unbuckled his belts. “Of course, he isn’t, baby.” He chuckled softly, the sound of his leather belt and pants falling to the carpeted floor with a soft thud could be heard before he shifted his position, placing himself between your legs as his hands dips lower to grasp your waist. “You probably think of me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” It drives you insane each time his voice drops an octave, lightly growling into your ear as you bit your lower lip back, bashfully nodding your head to his question.
“Fucking whore,” You couldn’t bring yourself to care only caring the way your needy cunt clenching around nothing each time he degrades you. “I’m your slut.” His smile widened before Leon lined his cock into your entrance, tapping on your sensitive clit with the tip of his shaft before he buried his cock into your small cunt. “Damn right, you are.” He hissed, a sharp breath emitted past his lips as the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped snugly around him, grazing against the prominent vein on the side of his cock with every thrust.
Leon enjoyed the risk as much as you. He probably enjoyed it much more than you, and to be honest, there’s nothing Leon anticipated your calls like a depraved man. For as long as you and him have been doing this, you have been calling him every two weeks in a consistent pattern. The longest you have not called him was a month before you hit him up again, asking him if he can come over to your house because your boyfriend was being a headache again. And he never once declined your offer, the second he sees your name displayed on the screen of his cellphone, he had already grabbed his key and stepped out of his front door.
It drives him insane and occasionally, he’d prayed your boyfriend fucked up big time so he can finally fill the spot as your boyfriend whether Claire or Chris likes it or not. Not that he cared, Leon wasn’t the type to give up things that easily and he surely isn’t giving you up sooner or later.
The sequence of shared moans and groans filled every corner of your room, accompanied by the sound of yours and his skin slapping against each other. You swallowed thickly each time he plays with your clit and your hardened nipple with his fingers, making sure your other tit isn’t left out as he invites the bud into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it. “W-want more,” You whined, your voice pitching slightly as you weakly kisses his jawline. Your arms around his neck bring him closer to your body. A gasp left your lips when he snapped his hips harder, thrusting rougher into you as your eyes shoots wide. “Fuck!” You cursed, back arching into his body as you practically let him use you like nothing but a dolled-up fleshlight. “You’re such a, shit, slut, you know that right? Begging me to come over so you can forget your boyfriend.”
“You’re my b-boyfriend now,” Your words were slurred, if he wasn’t so close to you, he would’ve assumed what you had just said was gibberish. Leon can’t help but laughed at you, burying his cock deeper into the warmth of your pussy as he lets out a shaky breath. His sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, hips jerking back and forth as he feels your body shudder every time he’s balls deep inside of you.
Leon fucking loves this risqué escapade the two of you created.
“Oh yeah? What does that make you, baby?” He coos into your ear, the pace of his thrusts gradually growing harder and rougher as each minute passed, leaving you breathless and squirmish under the older man. “Your girlfriend!” You screamed, eyes tightly shut as your freshly-manicured nails digs into the flesh of his shoulder blades. The wooden bedframe rapidly slammed against your wall, creaking under the weight of the two of you. The overwhelming pleasure creates a knot deep below your stomach, threatening to break each time Leon abused your sweet spots to their limits. He knows you’re close to cumming, your eyes losing focus on his face, your cunt clinging to him for its dear life and your breathing grow ragged.
“Gonna cum, L-Leon.” You managed to speak between your hiccups and moans, looking back into his eyes as he hungrily pulled you into a sloppy kiss. “I'm finishing inside, okay princess?” He smiled once you nodded, his thrust going sloppier before the two of you eventually come undone, breath hitching as you hold onto Leon tighter. You can feel his cock shooting his warm cum deep inside of your pussy, stuffing you full before he pulled out to salivate over the sight of his cum overflowing out of your abused hole, dripping down to your ass as lay there, breathless and splayed open for him to admire you.
His work of art.
The sound of your phone blaring your ringtone caught the two of your attention. Leon walked over to your table, grabbing the cell phone before he smirked upon seeing the name of your boyfriend displayed on your screen. “Wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend wait now, would you?”
how you ain’t hitting it like you ’posed to hit it. you slipping, i think it’s time i slip in, dog.
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have thoughts abt re men or cod men? send it to my way! (im begging, i literally have the nastiest thoughts for these men) (゚⁠ο゚⁠人⁠)⁠) no proofread on this one, we going raw like leon. (but pls ignore if theres any grammatical error, im begging u)
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weaponizedmoth · 4 days
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"Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is a vampire in love with a human. Better integration than I could possibly have dreamed."
(just some Sundown The Vampire in Retreat fanart. More details and B&W vers. under the cut, etc).
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:)
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theotherrichardpapen · 10 months
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When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde.
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ruins-and-rewritez · 6 months
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The crows are that friend group that go to see Barbie but I doubt Kaz in any universe would agree to wear pink so someone would definitely go up to him and say "what kind of Barbie wears black" and then he would just respond "I'm emo band Barbie, obviously" deadass
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bluegarners · 7 months
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pushing my bruce wayne has gray eyes agenda
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tinyfantasminha · 1 year
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(I didn't want to bring this discussion to tumblr but I must defend Jack Howl on the internet so bear with me)
Jack: *gets called stupid meathead, dumb jock (both by Azul) protein-addled muscle freak and is generally looked down/disrespected by other characters in some instances*
some of yall: I sleep 😴
Jack: *Makes a slightly insensitive backhanded comment but with no intention of being disrespectful*
some of yall: UNFORGIVABLVE 🤬🤬thats so mean !! foul!! hypocrite 💢💢🙄🙄
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lazycranberrydoodles · 11 months
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follow to watch my descent into madness
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dxppercxdxver · 10 months
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me! when! they!!!
presenting the @224bbaker household family tree that makes no sense to anyone except the people who live there
also please appreciate hampton’s silly little moustache. i have no canonical basis for this but i know it in my heart to be true
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foxgloveinspace · 11 months
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Vessel really is The Dark Fantasy Romance Love Interest.
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unopenablebox · 11 months
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first positive knitting post: for once in my life i actually relaxed & re-skeined raveled yarn instead of just winding it back onto the ball and going off to sulk for a while as i typically do. my first attempt at dark side of the moon socks were in time out for like four months being wildly too small & i have finally ripped them back & will be starting over at some point. currently i’m content to have demonstrated that water does, in fact, work to convert extraordinarily wiggly yarn to very smooth yarn
don’t judge the messiness of my ball-winding i have wrist problems
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planetsallalign · 5 months
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Every now and then they hit you like a punch to the throat.
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bmpmp3 · 8 days
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i was drawing some takehiros based off his different emotion modes but i got distracted because drawing him screaming crying throwing up is too fun
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hacked-wtsdz · 1 year
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Something that I really like about pb is all the victims of the shelbys. Like, no doubt we all feel for Tommy and polly and Arthur and Linda and Jon and esme and all the rest because the show is about them. They aren’t villains, not even outside the narrative, but in many peoples’ lives they are. The show isn’t telling you to hate people like them, it’s the opposite. Why do people like them exist? What right do people have to judge them? There was a post by @deadendtracks I think about the lack of punishment-catharsis like in many gangster movies. But the fact that the shelbys are very much cruel people who shatter peoples’ lives isn’t ignored (tho I do wish they showed us a bit more of that). Harry tells Tommy “what I got was an ultimatum. Like you give to everyone. Do it or else.” And we see that the shelbys are very much in control of many things. The woman whose son Arthur accidentally killed has the right to her anger and hatred, and the shelbys’ enemies use those people against them. Usually their enemies are as big as them in the game, because ordinary people are too afraid of the peaky blinders to actually do anything. And yet despite all the pain that Tommy has gone through, we see that he doesn’t only batter enemies as powerful as him, but also leaves a pile of powerless victims (he feels horrible about it all, and he can’t control it but that doesn’t change the fact). That pub John and Arthur set afire “for the good of the company”. The shelbys never kill for pleasure, and they don’t abuse their power simply because they enjoy having it over somebody (except for Arthur). The show explicitly shows us that its not in their interests. They are not only black and bad. Tommy saves peoples’ lives and tries to protect working people and builds homes for orphans. But the matter-of-fact way that the creators use to show us the sadly unavoidable and unforgivable, and unjustifiable death that the shelbys bring (very much consciously; they accept that) is interesting to me. Nobody paints victims out of the characters (that’s part of their story, but they’re also abusers and murderers and bad men). But “you’re our bad men” too. Idk lots of thoughts.
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skymantle · 2 years
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"alphys is a bad person" to you maybe. to me she's everything
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