18+ Only, minors will be blocked!!! Hello! I'm C.C. Wanderings. Feel free to just call me Wanderings in casual conversation. I'm still feeling out this pseud, so there's a possibility it might change. Read my pinned for more info :)
Hi friends! I'm C.C. Wanderings. I'm in my early 30s, queer and disabled, mixed, and a very tired but wired writer. This blog exists to separate my usual original adult urban fantasy writing from that which centers romance and erotica. The separation is only incase I want to publish someday, so I don't get pigeon-holed into one genre. I might not even stick to it lmao. I'm quite proud of my smutty writing! I've been writing rather explicit but feelsy fanfiction for many years, and I'm excited to start including it in my own worlds!
Pronouns: they/them
Genres I like to write: Urban fantasy, magical realism, paranormal, horror, poetry, fanfiction. I'm very new to horror, so you might not see that for a while.
Other things I like: Monsters! Vampires, werewolves, tentacle things, ghosts, sirens, mermaids, indescribable abominations, all that good stuff. I'm fascinated by blood, so that'll be present sometimes. Circus themes, magic and witchcraft.
Purity culture: does not exist here, nor do thought crimes or kinkshaming. I will include content warnings but it's your responsibility to take those and decide if you can handle it.
If you're an adult, come talk to me! I'd love to meet other romance and erotica writers. And if anyone has book recs please send them my way. Happy reading/writing, friends!
must a fictional relationship be “healthy” or “functional”? is it not enough to simply watch two made up people destroy each other, hand in unlovable hand???
idk, what is wrong with me? i’m in a healthy and stable relationship with a great partner, i’ve had lots of therapy that has helped me establish strong boundaries and recognize red flags, and i have an active social life and fulfilling career. could it be that i just… like to read books and watch movies and tv shows about dysfunctional people??? you tell me, tumblr user girlcreator!
You’re a bourgeois degenerate who wants to see shitty despicable & violent relationships for your disgusting sense of entertainment— and you should feel fucking ashamed of yourself.
I agree with @girlcreator but I definitely know there’s something wrong with you. People like you are a huge red flag to me. Bad vibes, for sure.
reblog if you’re a bourgeois degenerate who wants to see shitty despicable and violent relationships for your disgusting sense of entertainment (and you should feel fucking ashamed of yourself)
stop listening to music and start listening to the sounds of nature. the “eagles?”The “rolling stones?” The “beetles?” Come into the beautiful forest with me and you will find all of those things friend…. I promise….If you just believe<3
In the beautiful forest you will also encounter the “mountain goats” and “corn” and “monkeys” and the “killers” and the-what do you mean what was that last one? Nothing haha don’t worry about it…………… <3
Some Vital Scenes to Include in a Romantic Subplot, pt. 1
I’ve been in the plotting stages of a novel I’ve been working on for some time now. It’s not a romance novel, per se, but the romantic aspect is very prevalent… dare I say important. Anyway, so as I was working on my scenes and character arcs, I began to realize that I didn’t have enough fleshed-out about romantic arc, nor deepened the protagonist’s love interest or their connection, for that matter. This led me to devise up some scenes that I felt were crucial to the story if I wanted to keep this romantic angle to it, and now that I’ve most of them arranged, I find now that I’m way more excited about my characters’ love story.
These tips will be unnumbered because, obviously, the sequence of these events and how they will fall into your storyline will probably be different. Also, you don’t have to use only one scene for every suggestion that will be mentioned, as you can have multiple scenes of flirtations or deep conversations, for example. They usually blend all together into the narrative at this point. Just remember that there should be some relevance to the plot at hand in some of these scenes as to not derail completely from the main narrative or other conflicts.
I was going to post this all at once, but decided it was too long and wanted to split it into two parts to go more in-depth and for easy reading. /-\ Enjoy ~
- The meet-cute, or the meet-ugly:
Ah, yes, the first encounter. Or, as we sometimes like to call it: the meet-cute, or the meet-ugly if you’re feeling a little unconventional or perhaps mischievous. Though we may enjoy setting up our star-crossed characters in a whole range of moments from awkward to swoon-worthy, the initial meeting is what’s important (if your characters haven't already met before the beginning of the story, ofc, but this is useful to have in mind). Let us quickly define the two:
Meet-Cute: A charming and serendipitous first encounter between the characters in question that sets a positive, memorable, and oftentimes romantic tone.
Meet-Ugly: An unconventional, awkward, or disastrous initial meeting that adds a unique twist to the start of the romantic connection, often leading to unexpected chemistry and an added intrigue on whether or not they’ll get together.
You don’t have to nail your characters’ first encounter into a label or bubble such as these two examples, but I like bringing these up for a general idea.
- Bouts of flirting and/or banter:
Just as the title suggests, these are scenes containing the flirtaious communication between the two characters. These kinds of interactions will, of course, develop over time and deepen the bond or relationship. Playful interactions, gazes, and witty exchanges between the characters can create a lighthearted and flirtatious atmosphere that hints at their growing attraction.
The way they might flirt or tease can reveal their personalities. For example, one character might be more sarcastic, while the other responds with quick wit, or quiet bashfulness. There’s an element of subtlety, as flirting lets the characters express their romantic interest without explicitly stating it (unless one of your characters lacks subtlety in general and prefers to shout their undying love from the rooftops, which would make for an interesting dynamic, but I’m only spit-balling).
Banter, teasing, and romantic tension underscoring heated debates or loathsome gazes suit just as nicely, especially if you’re writing with enemies-to-lovers or rivalry tropes in mind. But be careful! A little goes a long way: too much all at once can repel any growth for the characters or narrative.
- Initial conflict or struggle:
Depending on your story’s big-picture conflict, the introduction of challenges or obstacles can create tension between the characters, adding depth to their relationship and making their eventual connection all the more satisfying. This might include cultural or class differences, opposing goals or values, history of past heartbreak, personality weaknesses such as stubbornness, or external pressures that threaten to keep the characters apart. Even a nosy family or a disapproving mother can be considered. How the characters navigate and resolve these conflicts contributes significantly to the overall emotional impact of the romance subplot, as well as allowing for some exploration of each character's strengths, weaknesses, and resilience.
- Shared vulnerability:
This kind of scene involves the characters opening up to each other about their innermost fears, insecurities, past trauma, or personal struggles. Shared vulnerability goes beyond surface-level interactions. It involves characters revealing their authentic selves, exposing their emotional vulnerabilities, and allowing the other person to see them in an honest — and sometimes new — light.
This is a symbolic gesture of commitment we’re talking about, here… something that requires trust. As characters share their fears or past traumas, they are entrusting the other person with sensitive information, fostering a sense of trust and emotional intimacy. It might be scary, it could be out from left field, but they will end up learning something new about themselves, their situation, or about the other person, and thus deepen their connection, little by little.
“what about the logical explanation of this” you want to talk about logic? rationality? biological sense? When it comes to vampires? be so fucking serious right now
"In the Court of the Nameless Queen" now available in ebook and paperback (wow very cool)
In the Court of the Nameless Queen - Kindle edition by Ironside, Natalie. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or
Hello everyone it is I, award-winning speculative fiction author Natalie H. Ironside, author of The Last Girl Scout and Lead and Roses: Love Songs at the End of the World and as heard on the Tales to Terrify podcast, and I've gone and done did it again. If you like dark fantasy and queer erotica featuring big hot monster women and sword-swinging girls (both cis and normal) who love girls, golly have I got something for you!
Take a trip across the sundered worlds to the Queendom of Corynnod, a dark realm of sorcery and desire, ruled over by she who is Queen, goddess, and mother to us all, in four fantastical and titillating tales of wonder, adventure, love, sex, and—of course—spiders.
Herein you'll find the following four exciting and XXX too-rowdy-for-tv tales:
BROOD: A true and credible account of how Freydis Thorkilsdottir, war witch, became Freydis Gothi and the Mother of Abominations.
Freydis Thorkilsdottir, soldier and war witch in the army of the Nameless Queen, has always struggled to find a place for herself as a transgender woman. She volunteers to lead men over the walls in a castle assault, in hopes that, should she survive, she might earn the attentions—and the favors—of her great and terrible araneidan Queen . . .
Chanting prayers to their Queen, they drew a circle of blood around the altar and lit candles, bathing the nighted cathedral in flickering light. As they worked, the Nameless Queen nibbled Freydis’ ear and whispered, “You know what’s about to happen, right?”
“I’ve… heard stories, my Queen.”
“The stories are mostly true.”
Freydis at once gulped in terror and moaned in delirious anticipation.
THE APOSTATE: An account of how Freydis Gothi made the acquaintance of her most beloved and treasured servant.
Fleeing oppression and unspeakable abuse, Kristina Kaminski—a woman who loves women in a land where such things are not allowed—travels into the grim and mysterious north and meets a most peculiar woman upon the shores of the sea. As she settles into her new life, it comes to pass that a dark conversion often necessitates a dark baptism . . .
The two women kissed as, overhead, the sounds of revelry upon the knarr’s deck grew louder, more intense. Freydis nibbled Kristina’s lip as she broke off the kiss and said, “I must say that the thought of corrupting a Khethian nun is rather delightful.”
“I put myself here of my own knowing volition, Freydis. I’ve come pre-corrupted.”
TRANSMUTATION: An account of the coming of Steff Pelczynski, diabolist, to Caer Eldur and the court of the Marchioness.
Steff is no man, but don’t try telling her that. When the young wizard travels into the north, seeking a change, she—with the help of a rather commanding older woman—finds a change she didn't know she was looking for . . .
“Be whoever I’d like. You know, on that same night, I met the most fascinating woman; a woman who’d been born a man. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about her since.”
The astrologer smirked. “Have you given any thought to why you can’t stop thinking about her?”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a terrible liar, wizard.”
THE CARNIVAL OF CARNAL DELIGHTS: An account of how Freydis Gothi acquired her legendary sword.
Freydis Thorkilsdottir, Kristina the Apostate, and their friends take an excursion to a festival of wondrous terrors and delights where nothing is as it seems . . . and things already seemed pretty suggestive to begin with!
They came at last to the Queen’s bedchamber, a wide, circular room of black stone with spiderwebs spun along the walls. Freydis, as she had so many times before, strode through the darkness to the pile of silken purple cushions by the far wall and stood there with her hands clasped behind her back, awaiting orders.
“I would like to know more about what your body is doing,” the Queen said. “Disrobe.”
“As you command, my Queen."
(Tagged as: High fantasy erotica, monster fucking erotica, trans erotica, wlw erotica, LGBTQ erotica, Liege x Retainer, Hurt x Comfort, Dominance Hierarchy, Sex Magic, Servant of Darkness to Lovers Speedrun, found family, praise kink, body transformation)
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"But Natalie," you say, "how can I get my hands on the greatest book of swashbuckling transbian monsterfucker erotica ever written?" Well, I'll tell you. It is:
Available on Gumroad
Available on Amazon (in ebook and paperback! Wow!)
(big big thanks to @thebibliosphere for the header image and tag assistance, @kodyboye for the formatting, @chillgamesh-the-swing for the editing, @neladoesart for my author photo, and of course the wonderful and eternal @soul-hammer for the cover art)
(click the readmore for a list of "too hot for Tumblr" tags to know what to watch out for and/or spot your fetish)
Arachnids
BDSM etiquette.
Blasphemy.
Breath play (implied).
Breeding.
Collaring.
Competence Kink.
Edge Play/Tease + Denial.
Exhibitionism.
Flogging.
Group Sex.
Humiliation/Degradation
Inflation Kink.
Monster Mommy/breastfeeding kink.
Ownership/Pet Play.
Power Exchange.
Praise Kink.
Restraint Play.
Sado-masochism.
Self-discovery.
Service Kink.
Size Kink.
Sub/Dom.
Urophilia.
(a breakdown of content notes by individual story can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/in-court-of-60615054)
Winged creations are not unheard of. On the contrary, it appears our Deities have a fondness for them. Those without wings seem to levitate at will, such as our fox that runs in the air with no issues. We have not encountered elves who fly, and thought there never were such creations, but the drawings in the caverns suggest that there have indeed been elves that could fly. Their Deity has been enacted as a large statue with her eyes covered.
can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags.
The leather pride flag is the second oldest pride flag. It has been at almost every single US pride parade and protest in history.
It’s older then you are, it’s older then I am. The leather community is responsible for pride. Leather daddies were the ones chasing away cops when they tried to arrest us for being queer in public back when Pride Parades were illegal in the US. They are still the ones chasing away cops and corporations from smaller pride events and those that aren’t sanctioned by Wells Fargo. The leather community is essential to the queer community and has a long and rich history.
Please fuck off if you’re not going to learn the actual history of pride.
And don’t fucking out your hate in our tags, asshole.
The leather pride flag represents an expression of self which is inherently queer, and a community which has been around for generations. It is not offensive to the LGBT+ community in any way. I have seen cis gay and bisexual men standing shoulder-to-shoulder with trans men, all of them united by their leather community roots. The leather community is more diverse and nuanced than you perhaps know, but that is no reason for you to shit on a community you don’t understand.
Here is a photograph from 1998, displaying the leather pride flag, the bear gay pride flag, and the rainbow flag. This is our history.
Source.
Here is a photograph from 1987: three queer women entering into the Ms. National Leather Association Contest, or simply gathering as spectators.
Source.
A flyer from 1989, rallying the leather community to march in a Stonewall anniversary protest.
Source.
A photograph from 1988: Tony Deblase, the creator of the leather pride flag, and a gay man, embracing a fellow member of the leather community. Over his shoulder is Judy Tallwing McCarthy, a Native American woman who was part of the leather community from 1959. She co-founded the first lesbian BDSM group in Portland, along with her partner, Sashie Hyatt.
Source. Source.
Just because you don’t know the history, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Be humble, and always assume you have more to learn. Hatred, and outright dismissal of communities you know nothing about, is the most aggressively anti-LGBT thing I can imagine.
The leather community has always included trans people, lesbians, gay men, and bisexuals. The leather community is global and nuanced. The leather community is where many of us encounter our found families, and our lovers. For you to dismiss that is cold-hearted and ignorant. Just because queer sex is involved, doesn’t make the community dirty or bad.
I’m again fucking begging the baby gays to read/watch/listen to How To Survive A Plague.
Do you have any. Any idea. Any god damn clue. How kink intersects with LGBT and queer community. Queer history. Do you know why the community pushed for, and against, closing the bathhouses during the 80s? Do you know who organized awareness campaigns about HIV, even way back when it was still called GIRD. Do you know who created the safe sex pamphlets, the classes, who pushed for disclosing your health history to partners, who distributed contraceptives and condoms and dental dams at parties and meetings and baths? Do you even know where the safe sex education we have now comes from? Do you know where a bulk of the language about consent came from? Do you have any good god damn idea what the kink communities have done for us, and continue to do for us?
Keep their names out of your mouths because you clearly don’t know what the hell you’re talking about
If there is one thing I could say to young queer folks, especially young queer folks in the U.S. who are coming of age in a world that is more accepting than the one I knew growing up, it’s this:
Don’t be so quick to sanitize your queerness and make it corporate pride daytime TV-friendly. Don’t be so quick to jump on the purity bandwagon. Don’t be so quick to speak on what your community should look like before you’ve actually learned the history of your community, and always be aware that there are things you probably don’t yet know.
These things will not protect you. They never have. And all you’re doing is isolating yourself from community, from support, from the strength we all have when we stand together in a world that would gladly pick us off one by one.
Queerness isn’t as hidden or embattled now (in some places) as it once was, but make no mistake: when our existence was illegal everywhere the people you have this knee-jerk “hide the weirdos” reaction to are the very ones who would’ve had your back against the cops and the gay-bashers.
The people who made me feel safe to come out in my 20s flew the rubber and leather flags alongside the rainbow flag and often the trans flag as well. You don’t get to tell any of them they don’t belong anymore just because you don’t understand.
Hey Dr. Tingle, I understand where you're coming from, it sucks that people are so irony-poisoned that they don't understand that your work comes from a place of true passion.
But I am wondering - are your book premises meant to be taken entirely seriously? Because I always thought that the titles and images, while not *bad*, where meant to be read with a sort of lighthearted comedy, like the titles you pick and the contrastive style of your art seems like intentionally sort of amusing in tone and rhythm? Is that correct, or completely off base? Because I do feel like that's where people get primed to read more of a joke into some of these things than maybe was intended, and I think that it's true for the people who do take the writing seriously that they find the context a little amusing, also, and I don't know if that's on or off the intended track from your perspective.
Hope that makes sense! I don't want to come across as rude or anything
yes my books premises are meant to be taken entirely seriously.
i would say tinglers fall into genre of magical realism and erotica. i do not think of them as comedy although i understand that many, if not THE VAST MAJORITY of buckaroos see them that way. that said i often lean into comedy or have funny moments throughout, but honestly that is the way of almost ALL stories. funny things happen in every genre, but that does not make all stories comedy.
to my trot, what defines something as COMEDY is intent. the goal of comedy is to make you laugh. my main goal with tinglers in NOT to make you laugh, so i do not consider them comedy.
HOWEVER it is important to keep in mind that i am not the expert on my art just because i made it. if a buckaroo laughs at tinglers they are not wrong. it is just as much their art as it is mine, and my interpretation is not the END ALL BE ALL. just because i made a piece of art does not mean i know it better than you do, or that my opinion on it is more valid.
tinglers can be whatever you want, and i am not hurt or offended if you laugh at them. that difference in perception is whats so beautiful and powerful about art.
i think a good way to look at what i do is this: i am an absurdist PHILOSOPHICALLY, but absurdism is so often associated with comedy that sometimes buckaroos who do not know about the philosophy can think they are the same thing. something being absurd does not automatically mean it is meant to be funny. my art is also joyful, and i think joy and humor can also be confused sometimes.
all that is to say, laugh all you want buckaroo. you prove love is real in your own unique way
At the risk of applying labels and boxing in/reducing the Greatest Living Author On The Planet into an inherenlty limiting definition...
I think Chuck Tingle is Camp, in the Susan Sontag's sense of the word. The inherent absurdity of dinosaur bad boys or morally ambiguous hypersexual motorcycles is accentuated by and in turn accentues the sincere desire for intimacy, love, individual expression and personal fulfillment. We laugh at the absurdity, but we also relish the emotional throughline of inclusive love that validates and enables us to be our best selves.
i think i can trot behind this. i think aligning tinglers in this tradition makes sense even if i do not entirely intend them that way. camp can be intentional or unintentional, and its connection to queerness is important. also not necessarily comedy although a lot of camp is (maybe more FUN than FUNNY if that makes sense) good analysis bud
the one thing i want to be able to do as a writer is make people come back to something ive written. i want that piece of text to haunt them, i want their thoughts to be briefly consumed by this. i want this to be something they remember long after its time. thats the one thing i want to do
Kendrick was whistling as he came out of the bathroom, bare-chested, hair still dripping from his shower. Apollo’s ears perked up from where he and Ilya were curled onto the couch with each other, watching TV.
“Off you go,” he said, sitting up.
“I don’t wanna,” Ilya pouted.
“It’s only a couple of hours.”
Ilya sighed dramatically. “A couple of hours of me, alone, torturing myself thinking about all the dirty, slutty things the two of you are doing.”
“You could ask Kendrick to tape you into the corner again.”
Ilya’s face flushed crimson. “Now you’re just being cruel.” He climbed off the couch, “Anything you want me to bring back?”
“You mean other than your pretty smile,” Apollo grinned.
Ilya rolled his eyes, “I’ll bring that, too, if you insist.”
“I’m afraid we both do,” Kendrick called from his bedroom.
“Fine, I’ll be back when the two of you are done. Love you!”
“Love you, too. I promise to fuck you nice and proper tomorrow!”
Apollo stood and gave Ilya a quick kiss. “We’ll see you later.”
“Have fun for me.” Ilya waved as he headed for the door.
“We always do.”
Apollo draped himself around the doorframe, “You called?”
“I did.” Kendrick didn’t look up from where he was setting out Apollo’s collar, lube, and other necessities of their session on top of his dresser. “Could you put your collar on for me?”
He crossed the room, his hands skimming over Kendrick’s shoulders as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you make me?”
“The collar, Apollo.” Kendrick tapped it.
Apollo picked it up, turning it in his hands. “Okay, hear me out first, though.” He reached around Kendrick and slipped the collar around his neck, deft fingers clasping it before he could duck away.
Kendrick rounded on him, eyes ablaze.
“It’s on now,” Apollo said.
Kendrick took a deep and steadying breath. “You’re going to regret that.” He reached behind him and began to remove the collar. Apollo’s hands on his wrists stopped him.
“Don’t you want to try it out? Just this once?” he stepped in close, “I could teach you what it feels like to beg.”
Kendrick pulled his hands away and removed the collar. “That’s not what we’re here for.”
“You’re no fun. C’mon, Kend, play with me a little.”
Kendrick fiddled with Apollo’s collar. “I want you crawling out of your skin.”
“You just want Ilya. How about you let me take charge, and after tomorrow I’ll make sure you and Ilya can spend the entire day together?"
Kendrick sighed, a light tremor running down his spine as he turned the collar over and fitted it back around his neck.
A slow, predatory grin crossed Apollo’s face. “Didn’t think you’d actually agree this time.”
“Do a good job, or I’m taking over.”
Apollo leaned in and gave Kendrick a gentle kiss. His eyes flashed as he pulled back, “On your knees.”
He sank down and raised his chin. “Now what?”
“Now I admire you while I think. No moving or speaking, please.”
“I could take my shirt off if you’d like.”
Hands at his side Apollo made a fist, one of Kendrick’s own signals. “No moving or talking, Kendrick,” his words were a bit firmer than before. “Now, what to do with you?” his fingers tapped against his thigh as he circled Kendrick. The items that should have been used on him were still splayed across the top of the dresser. Apollo fingered the cuffs before putting them back down. They had promise, but none of the things were quite right. He opened the toy chest and began to rifle through it.
“Find anything that looks fun?”
“I think I did.” Apollo returned to him holding a piece of dark leather in his hands. “You’re terrible at taking orders.”
Kendrick sucked in a breath and narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh, by all means, I intend to do exactly that.” He held the muzzle out.
“I’ll shut up.”
“I gave you three chances, Kend. These are your rules, not mine.”
“Damn,” he whispered.
“Chin up. If you behave I’ll take it off.”
“Fine,” Kendrick grumbled. He lifted his chin and allowed the muzzle to be fitted around his head. The inside of it smelled like leather and Ilya. He swallowed a whine.
Apollo held out his hand. When Kendrick clasped it, he pulled him to his feet. “Shirt.”
Kendrick obeyed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. Apollo’s eyes lit up. He brushed his palm across Kendrick’s chest as he passed. His eyes followed Apollo back to the toy chest. The sound of thin leather straps falling together made his groin twitch with heat. Apollo showed him the flogger, waiting for Kendrick’s nod before snapping it against his chest. Pink lines rose in its wake, but Apollo was already adding more. Three more strikes before he stepped in to smooth his hand over Kendrick’s reddened skin.
“C’mon Kend, you can moan for me. I know you want to.” To drive his point home, he ducked his head and flicked his tongue against the hollow of his throat, just below the collar. Kendrick inhaled sharply. “Just like that, but a little louder.” He stepped back and snapped him again. The next one was across the front of his jeans. He flinched, his breath coming out a little heavier than before.
“Did you like that?”
Kendrick nodded. Apollo hit him harder. Groin, chest, back, again and again in rapid succession. There was no careful soothing of the stinging lines, no more checking that he was okay. He knew exactly how much Kendrick could take, and the moment he heard the whine he dropped the toy and pulled Kendrick to his chest.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, hands stroking along Kendrick’s tender skin.
He nodded. He hadn’t been on the receiving end in a long time. It made his heart beat faster. Adrenaline and desire coursed through his veins. He tapped Apollo’s wrist and held up one finger, then three. There was only an hour and a half left until Ilya came home. If Apollo hadn’t finished with him by then, they both knew he would wreck Ilya the moment he got the chance.
Apollo smirked. “I’m well aware of the time, but we agreed that you would have to beg first.”
Kendrick glared at him and shook his head.
“You don’t get to ruin our fun less than halfway through because you want to be stubborn.”
Kendrick sighed and tugged at one of the straps of the muzzle that lay against his cheek.
“Stubborn boys don’t get their muzzles off.” Apollo released him to fetch the cuffs from the top of the dresser. “Hands.”
Kendrick presented his wrists and allowed Apollo to cuff him.
“Arms up.”
The hook mounted in the ceiling wasn’t as much a stretch for him as it was for Apollo, but it was still a stretch. Apollo kissed and nipped at his jaw as he undid Kendrick’s belt and teased his pants down his thighs. When he was well and fully restrained Apollo finally dropped to his knees. He was gentle. Far gentler than Kendrick would have been. He took his time. Teasing Kendrick was an art for Apollo. He knew exactly how to get the most out of his partner. Doing this on his terms, not Kendrick’s, was an opportunity he didn’t get enough. It was his plan to get everything he could out of it.
Kendrick had been whining and trembling long before Apollo stopped. Before he stood and unhooked him and let him collapse into his arms. He unclasped the muzzle, letting it fall away. Kendrick sucked in as deep a breath as he could with the collar closed around his throat. Apollo deftly removed Kendrick’s cuffs.
His hands fisted in Apollo’s shirt he gasped, “Apollo, you need to fuck me.”
Apollo pulled back and smiled at him. “That sounded more like a demand than a plea.”
Kendrick bared his teeth. “Apollo will you please fuck me before Ilya gets home?”
“You’re terrible at this.”
Kendrick squirmed. “You know how difficult this is.”
“I do. Which is why I wanted you to let me take over. I want you to focus on me and not Ilya. Not right now. You can have him all to yourself tomorrow, but tonight you’re mine.”
Kendrick sighed, “What would you like me to do?”
“First,” Apollo said, tapping his lips with a finger, “I want you to undress me. I want you here, in the moment, and focused on nothing else but me. Understood?”
“Understood.” Kendrick’s hands went to the hem of Apollo’s shirt. He exhaled to steady the shaking. Every moment of self control was hard won on full moon weeks, and this one was no different. But it is different, he thought. Ezra is in the edges of the picture now. A human, and another person to– Apollo’s fingers touched the backs of his wrists.
“Come back, Kend. You’re supposed to be here, remember?”
He shook his head. “I’m trying.”
“I know you are. I also know you can’t help but get lost in your head. But that’s not what right now is about.”
Kendrick slid his hands beneath Apollo’s shirt. He focused on the way his skin felt. The heat and smoothness, the powerful muscles hidden beneath. He ran his hands up his ribs, the shirt catching around his wrists and rising with them. Apollo put his arms up so that Kendrick could lift his shirt over his head and discard it. The moment he was free of the garment Kendrick kissed him. Slow and gentle.
“You’re doing so well,” Apollo mumbled against his cheek as Kendrick kissed his way down the side of his throat.
His hands found their way back to Apollo’s waist. Unable to resist, he dug the nails of one hand into Apollo’s skin as he edged his zipper down with the other. Apollo’s breath huffed out. He pushed Apollo’s pants down and ran his nails up his back as Apollo stepped out of them entirely.
“Good. Now I want you to get the lube for me and lay down on the bed.” Kendrick obeyed. “Eyes on me,” Apollo said as he took the bottle from Kendrick’s hand.
He popped the cap open, drizzling the liquid into his palm. A soft noise, somewhere between a whine and a growl, came from Kendrick’s throat as he watched Apollo stroke himself. A proper whine escaped his lips when Apollo’s hand slid against him to slick his skin. In one easy movement Apollo was on the bed, kneeling between Kendrick’s legs.
“Ready?”
“You have no idea,” Kendrick replied.
Apollo grinned and grabbed Kendrick by the thigh, yanking him closer until he straddled Apollo’s waist.
“How do you want it?” he asked.
“I,” Kendrick shook his head, tried to organize his thoughts, but Apollo’s hand was still on him moving in agonizingly slow strokes. “I want–” he stopped again.
“Tell me what you want, Kend.”
“Break me,” he whispered, his voice ruined with wanting.
Apollo grinned. “You and I both know we don’t have time for me to break you properly, but I’ll do my best.”
Another moan poured out. “You were,” he gasped, “supposed to be the one crawling out of your skin.”
“Funny how things worked out, isn’t it?” Apollo moved his free hand from Kendrick’s thigh to guide himself. He watched as Kendrick bit his lip as the head of his cock nudged him. “Eyes on me, Kend.”
He whined again, turning his focus back to Apollo. Their eyes locked as Apollo eased himself in. He paused, readjusted himself, then added some more lube. This time he sank in easily. Both he and Kendrick growled low in their chests when Apollo’s hips met his. Kendrick wriggled himself closer. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed letting Apollo take charge until now.
“Go,” he breathed.
The next few thrusts were slow to make sure everything was flowing right and that they had found a comfortable position for both of them. Adjustments sorted, Apollo picked up his pace.
“You’re almost as pretty as Ilya when you blush,” he remarked.
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you,” Apollo punctuated this with a sharp thrust that made Kendrick squeak.
“Fine, you win. Fuck me.”
He leaned forward, shrugging Kendrick’s legs over his shoulders as he did. Kendrick’s nails sank into his wrists. They kissed. This one was sloppier than the first one. More aggression than affection. Kendrick bit at Apollo’s lips, his throat, anywhere he could reach. One hand tangled into his hair.
“Keep going,” Kendrick whined a while later as he came onto his stomach. Apollo’s pace faltered. “Do we need to switch?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting how hot you begging while wearing my collar would be.” Kendrick’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Mind turning over for me?”
“Sure.” Apollo sat back as Kendrick rolled onto his stomach and raised himself onto his knees and forearms.
“Perfect,” Apollo said, nudging Kendrick’s knees apart so he could slide into him once more. When he came several minutes later, he pulled Kendrick’s hips against his as tight as he could.
“Sweet mother moon,” Kendrick groaned as Apollo collapsed on the bed next to him, “that was fucking exquisite.” He rolled over to look at him.
Apollo chuckled, “I take it I did a good job then?”
“You did. I forgot how good it can feel to let you take over once in a while.”
“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about giving up your position as top dog.”
“Not a chance. Might let you have the leash once in a while though.”
Apollo looked over at the clock. “Ilya’s going to be back soon. I should grab you some water.”
Kendrick placed his hand on Apollo’s chest and pushed him back into the bed. “You did all the work, I’ll get the water.”
“I disagree, but whatever.” He waved Kendrick away.
Kendrick stood, swaying a little as he did.
“Sit, Kendrick,” Apollo ordered.
“Fine.” He sat down and collapsed backwards onto the mattress.
Apollo stood and fetched them each a bottle of water. He helped Kendrick sit up before handing him his. “You feeling okay?”
Kendrick nodded as he took a swig of water. “I’m fine. Just the aftershocks.”
Apollo sat down next to him. “Good.”
“How about you?”
“I’d say I’m doing pretty damn nice.” He reached over and brushed his fingers across Kendrick’s chest. “Nothing hurts?”
“Nothing hurts. Ilya’s going to be jealous he didn’t get to watch though.”
“I offered to have him taped to the wall again.”
Kendrick laughed, “We can convince him next time.”
Apollo grinned and bumped their shoulders together.
When they finished their water, Apollo leaned over and undid the collar. He dropped it on the bed behind them. “Alright, you’re up first for the shower.”
“I’ll be quick about it. Will you throw my sheets in the hamper?”
“Mm, no.”
“Sheets in the hamper or you’ll be the one getting taped to the wall.”
Apollo narrowed his eyes, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Sheets in the hamper,” he chimed as he left the room.
My thought is that (and this isn’t a unique take on vampires at all but roll with me) vampires biting each other is a very intimate and erotic experience. Their venom mingles and sets their senses ablaze, and they briefly share an almost telepathic link where they can feel not only their own pleasure but their partner’s pleasure as well. It’s overwhelming but in the most satisfying way.
This is the part of vampirism Sylvia misses the most. She’s a fairly closed off person, always has been, and sharing bites allowed her to let her guard down and experience intense sensations and emotions with others. She brings this up with Corrine at one point and Corrine is casually like “you know, humans like biting each other, too” to which Sylvia responds “yeah but it’s not the same”.
Cut to Corrine showing Sylvia exactly how good it can feel for humans, kissing and licking and biting her neck until she’s a whimpering and needy mess.
Finally got a chance to turn on anon so if you have writing prompts you’d like me to fill, feel free to send those anonymously if you’re more comfortable with that. You’re welcome to request a specific wip if there are any you want to see, but I’ll also just make up characters if you don’t want specific ones. Have fun!
Lost Things: Deleted Excerpt (Incomplete) - Back of House
18+ ONLY
cw: semi-public sexy times
(This scene is incomplete and will be finished at a later date)
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Sylvia choked down a moan when two fingers became three, a delicious stretch of pleasure that made her legs tremble. Corrine laughed softly as Sylvia buckled backwards, fucking herself on Corrine’s fingers.
Marcus Lattimore has just gotten on stage; the could tell immediately by the unmistakable sound of a Michael Buble song, his go-to for open mic night. The cool tones and his soft voice were a pleasant but risky backdrop. It wasn’t loud enough to block out the sounds Sylvia made as Corrine bared down and curled her fingers into her g-spot.
“F-uh! Fuck!”
Sylvia gripped the counter harder. Her position made her anxious, but underneath it was an element of risk that made her pussy clench with desire - she was bend over a counter in the back stockroom of the cafe, her back to the door, Corrine fucking her open from behind. If someone were to round the corner and spot them she had no hope of pushing Corrine away and feigning innocence.
“Shhh,” Corrine whispered. To Sylvia’s surprise, she felt Corrine’s breath ghost over the bare flesh of her ass. She shuddered, focusing on keeping her whimpers and moans at bay while she rocked her hips into the rhythmic thrumming inside her. She felt over-heated and sweaty. Marcus hit a high note and Corrine bit her ass cheek, stifling a laugh when Sylvia jerked forward and clenched hard around her fingers.
“Corrine, someone is going to catch us!” The words came out shaky, and as quiet as she could manage.
“Not if you’re a good girl, which I know you will be. You’re always such a good girl for me.”
Sylvia shuddered and pressed her face into the counter. Her body wanted nothing more than to ride this feeling to orgasm.
“AH!”
Sylvia slapped a hand to her mouth to stifle her noises, but couldn’t prevent the first shout of surprise and pleasure as Corrine wormed her tongue between Sylvia’s legs and licked gently at her tight asshole. It was an unusual feeling, certainly something Sylvia had never given a thought to trying, but now she was shuddering and grinding her ass into her girlfriend’s face, burning to feel that wet tongue play with her hole.
