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Set and Horus after millennia realizing that they have feelings for each other. Set being disgusted and embarrassed of himself because that is the man who stole the throne from him. Who embarrassed and degraded him in front of the rest of the Deities. Yet, thinking about how Horus tasted keeps him up at night, and only the fact that he is trying to hold onto any sliver of pride is why he hasn’t said or done anything about it yet.

Horus remembering how Set sounded over him when he was pretending to be asleep. Remembering the way his moans sounded and how hot his body felt against his. He can’t even look at him now because it’s all he hears each time he speaks.

The rest of the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses being annoyed because it’s been obvious and they thought this was some kind of prolonged angry flirting.

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I’m gonna say it.

It’s unhinged to assume that someone’s taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.

That is a bonkers assumption to make.

I’m tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.

I’m tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold– that they should be afraid of fiction’s dire influence on a reader’s moral decay or that it’s a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.

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Sneak peek of my WIP novel Love After The Labyrinth. You can read the whole Prologue right now on Ko-Fi under my “Cup Of Coffee” tier

“You think that the Gods owe you anything? You could give your life for Them, and They still would not praise you. You would get no reward. That is what is expected of you. Did you think that you were special to Them?” her tone dripped with resentment and condescendment. “You are merely the son of a God, barely even a demigod. Your own father graced you with no magic, no powers to speak of. All you have to your name by Him is that you are His son. You are lucky that you did not end up like my son. It is only by Zeus’s grace that you did not end up that way, seeing as how He was a bull when He defiled your mother.”

Before Minos could answer, the cry of an infant filled the room. The King cringed, his face contorting in disgust. “Didn’t I tell the maids to get rid of that thing? Why are you insisting on keeping it here?” The truth of his wife’s words, he refused to hear.

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Hiii ❤️ just curious, do you post on Bluesky? I’d love to follow you there!

I don’t and I have no idea what that is? 😅 I pretty much only use Tumblr and Ko-fi atm. I do technically have an Instagram, TikTok and Twitter though (but I doubt I’ll ever go back to Twitter).

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On my hands and knees BEGGING FOR NOBLEMAN MINOTAUR! WHERE IS HE AND WHY ARE YOU HIDING HIM FROM ME?

He’s being turned into a novel 🫣 I’m posting bits of it on my Kofi under the Cup of Coffee tier. Don’t worry though, I’ll still be posting it on here because it’s a slightly different version and the starting point is completely different.

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Happy birthday to this monster fucking loving blog ❤️

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Me obsessed with characters I created for a comic in 2016 that I ended up scrapping bc it made zero sense. The four MCs are still my babies Idc

I really admire some people's dedication to their OCs. I write a character, and then as soon as the book is published, I don't even think about them again. like I forget even the most basic details and get completely wrapped up in my new flavor of the week within a few hours.

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Leon held David’s face in his hands, body shaking. Their lips were nearly touching. David’s dark eyes were round as saucers, regarding his best friend, his business partner, the man that he had been in love with for almost three decades. Leon smiled at him softly before closing the distance between them. Their lips brushed against each other for only a moment before Leon broke it.

“Leon,” David whispered, his voice cracking. In this moment, he could melt into a puddle at his feet.

Leon kissed him again, deepening the kiss this time. David could feel the years of longing, regret, and need that he thought only he had felt. The way his life’s love lips worked over his set every nerve on fire. With the overwhelming emotions, David couldn’t help the burst of feathers that sprouted from his head. The man holding his face laughed against his lips, picking one of the feathers that fell from his shoulder, pulling it to his own chest as if it was a dear keepsake.

This time when the kiss broke, David’s feathers had begun to spring up on a variety of places on his body, which normally was extremely embarrassing to him, but all he could focus on was the way Leon’s lips swelled with his kissed. The man’s lips were red and puffy after the desperate onslaught of affection.

A blush touched David’s cheeks as he looked down, his feathers puffed up as well. In seconds, though, Leon pressed his open palm against David’s cheeks. His stomach dropped. Surely he wasn’t going to do what he thought, was he? No, no Leon would never use his memory powers on him. Why would he? Why would he want him to forget?

“I love you,” Leon whispered as the light began to glow from his palm, starting to fill the room. “I always have, and I always will.”

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Could you do a modern day female orc x female reader? I see very little now

Sure! A lot of my short stories tend not to be modern set so that might be why for me.

When you saw Cassia for the first time, your heart fluttered. Your chest felt tight. Your lungs were tight. It was like you were struck all at once. Was this what love at first sight felt like? It was a whirlwind romance, but after only a few days of talking, she was inviting you out to drinks. You flushed when you said yes.

Of course, you forgot that Orc bars are not the same thing as human bars. There were similarities, the loud music, the loud patrons, and the stench of liquor and sweat, but the way that the Orcs interacted with each other was something you never thought about, and definitely didn't expect.

Cassia, being a large woman, with large, thick tusks that put even many male ones to shame, commanded respect the second she walked in. All eyes were on her, and your face flushed darkly under the gaze of the other Orcs. Once the two of you sat down, the bartender didn't even ask you what you wanted to drink. He just slid a glass of clear liquid towards you.

"it's pretty much the only thing humans can drink in here," Cassia explained, taking what was clearly her usual from the bartender who winked at her as he handed the glass to her.

"Is Orc liquor that much stronger?" you asked, looking at her glass curiously. Was it really stronger, or was it just that Orcs are so large that it doesn't affect them the same way?

She laughed, tilting the glass towards you. "If you're going to eye me so suspiciously take a sip and see for yourself." When you leaned forward, she leaned in, whispering in a voice that made heat pool between your legs, "a sip, human. Remember."

And you did. You took a sip, and she was right. Whatever Orc liquor was made of was way too strong for humans. If you had drank much more than that, you'd be black out drunk already. You laughed, and the two of you seemed to be getting along really well. You kept leaning over, touching her arm, batting your eyes up at her. Every time you did, it made her smile, or laugh. She was clearly enthralled with you too.

Before too long, both of you were drunk. "I have to pee," you announced, staggering to your feet.

"I'll go with you," she offered, getting up on her unsteady feet.

The two of you leaned against each other, with you obviously leaning more heavily on her. Once the two of you were done, and washing your hands, Cassia looked over at you.

"You're gorgeous," she muttered, her eyes now hungry as her gaze stalked up and down your body.

Goosebumps sprung up under her gaze. "So are you. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman," you whispered, eyes round as she leaned forward to finally kiss you.

The kiss was rough, and you had to be careful because of her tusks. They scraped the side of your cheeks, but you didn't care. Her mouth tasted like liquor and gum, and you hoped your breath didn't smell or taste bad, but that thought only came to you for a moment as she lifted you onto the counter. Part of you wanted to protest, but between the intoxication from the liquor and the intoxication from how good she was making you feel, you didn't dare.

She slipped a hand down your pants, pressing her fingers to your soaked cunt over your panties. "So wet already for me," she moaned, pushing your panties to the side to be able to tease you with one of her large fingers.

You spread your legs, wanting to give her more access. "So good. You're so good," you moaned back, grinding your hips against her finger.

It wasn't long until she had brought you to the edge of an orgasm, where you were whining and begging her to let you finish. However, when she dropped to her knees, ripping off your pants and panties, you almost cry in anticipation. Her fat tongue works over your desperate cunt perfectly. Her finger now circling and teasing your clit as she lapped at you, parting your lower lips with her skilled tongue. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt yourself tettering on the edge as she played with your body.

"Cum for me. I want to taste you," she groaned against your skin, reaching up with her other hand to fondle and play with one of your breasts, lightly pinching the nipple.

Almost on command, you cum, covering your mouth to keep from screaming, though you're sure the whole bar knows what the two of you were doing in here. After the waves of pleasure crashing over you subside, she kisses your inner thighs, her tusks scraping the soft skin there, threatening, but also comforting. Such a dangerous creature is so gentle with you.

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Werewolf boyfriend rutting into your bed when he goes into rut and you're away. His poor cunt feels so empty without your strap to fill it, and how can he be expected to do anything when his cunt is dripping? All he can think of is you praising him for being such a good boy as he takes everything you give him, begging to be allowed to cum like the good pup he really is.

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Get out there and vote everyone!

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Election Day in the US today! Polls are open 7 am until 7 pm your time. PLEASE go vote! States that haven’t been blue in YEARS are turning blue. We might get FLORIDA and TEXAS for God sakes. Stand up for what you believe in. If anyone you love is a minority, queer/LGBT+, an immigrant (even Caucasian), poor, disabled, married, divorced, infertile, trying to adopt, etc, you need to think of them when you’re thinking about not voting. Blue is the only way to protect them.

Look, I get that she’s not perfect, but she’s fucking better than the alternative that said if he doesn’t win, it’s “the Jews fault”. Think about who else said that if he didn’t win, it was Jewish people’s fault. I’m being serious. Please keep your family safe.

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Minotaur Boyfriend who licks your hair after sex. He’s basically collapsed on top of you, and suddenly just starts licking and grooming your hair like you’re a calf. You laugh, trying to push him off, but he lets out a sad moo and all you can do is just sigh and let him finish.

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Friendly reminder that this blog is NOT for minors. If you want to see some SFW writing that I will post very occasionally (including reblogs from here), writing tips, political rants, etc, etc, please follow my side blog @hawks-thoughts . I’ve gotten a couple of asks of people telling me that they’re minors but like my work, writing style, writing tips, etc, and while I appreciate it, I remember being 13-17 and a lot of what I write is just simply not it for minors, or those inexperienced with certain aspects of the general BDSM community, including power play and CNC.

While I always say that it’s your job to curate your own online experience, unfortunately this is something I will have to take action on. Of course it’s impossible for me to vet every single follower with the rate I’ve grown, but I do go on people’s blogs that reblog, like or comment a lot on my posts, and randomly scroll and click on blogs I find interesting in my followers, and if I see you’re under 18, it’s an instant block. Just please don’t follow me until you’re at least 18. Thanks.

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Me

Person who only sees a tiny sliver into my life because they follow my monsterfucking blog: Do you ever stop thinking about fucking monsters? 🙄

Me, looking up from my crochet project: Huh?

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coming across a post from a mutual who hasn't opted in yet