#tetrophiliac

[frankiethedarkangel]

The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.

He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.

Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.

You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.

Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.

Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.

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[k--havok]

‘Ello and welcome to the writeblr blog of @mercurialsmile​

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General Information 

✨Most people call me Lanx, but I don’t care what you call me as long as you don’t call me late for dinner. 

🌈I am agender (they/she/he pronouns), am proudly bisexual, and in love with monsters. 

⚕️I am 21+, from one of them yeehaw states, and work in medicine. 

My Writing

As someone who is 21+, I write primarily Adult fiction for an adult audience. My stories are usually some flavor of fantasy, romance, contemporary, and soft sci-fi. Monsters and original species also find their way into my works too. I also enjoy dark fiction and smut, so those subjects can be found seasoned liberally within my works as well. 

Subjects that interest me include, but are not limited to: 

Soft and Hard magic systems, world building, friendship (including broken friendships), sensual romance, found family, angst, violence, abuse, mental illness, LGBT+ themes, political intrigue, foreshadowing and mystery, learning about who you are, self-confidence and issues regarding self esteem. 

I also like to explore trauma, grief, manipulation, mental illness symptoms, and most my protagonists tend to be a little bit evil or a little bit pathetic. 

Tag Games and Asks

I love participating in tag games, so feel free to tag me whenever you want. My inbox is always open for you to scream into. I don’t bite (much).

My inbox is also always open to submit writing to, even anonymously. So if you want to share but don’t want your URL to be attached to it, feel free to send it to me! I will happily boost anonymous pieces of writing. 

2023 WIPs

Waking into Divinity  Rane and Korzan’s Fantastical Adventure Monster Millionaire Romance (coming soon)  

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Other WIPs: Soft Touches, Godless Hands | Osiris’ Trials | Mirroring Shadows | The Tales of Ozoarth | A Colloquy between Gods | 

Links: AO3 | WattPad | My Writing | NaNo

[alternateuniverseotp]

AU #193

“Oh come on, Vampire Hunter, what the point of that? We already have monster hunters, there is literally no reason for you lot to exist. You all are just a bunch of closeted tetrophiliacs, and everyone knows it!”

[k--havok]

Find the Word tag game

@menagerie-of-monsters tagged me to find temper, magical, equal, brush, and leg. Thank you so much!!

I'll be pulling from Waking into Divinity yet again. Mainly because it's longer and has more to offer for these words than my other projects. Words I cannot find will be replaced with character facts or lore.

No Pressure Tag: @writingpotato07 @dogmomwrites @ceph-the-ghost-writer @moondust-bard @ryns-ramblings and an open tag for you to find: Head, Heart, Mind, Rib, and Hand!

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Temper

Demons in the world of WID do not worship "gods" similarly to humans, nor are they religious. Demons are born from Demon Lords, who are beings of immense power that are created within places of high levels of raw magic that are usually tied to a specific element.

Demon Lords are seen akin to a King, Minor God, or Emperor, although they are not "worshipped" as such. Demons who live beneath the rule of a Demon Lord tend to take on the appearance or magical aptitude that is related to their Demon Lord in question.

The relationship is similar to that of bees. A Demon Lord is expected to lead and protect their demons. A demon who does not like their Demon Lord is free to leave to find somewhere else to live. Demons usually live beneath Demon Lords, but there are always exceptions.

Magical

Rylie barked a humorless laugh. “Strange? This is a lot of information to take in. You just waltzed in here ‘magically’ and changed my entire worldview with a single conversation.” Between each word, their voice grew louder. Giggles bled from Rylie, wild and unkempt. “I haven’t believed in demons since high school! Along with angels and God and all that other nonsense. But you—” Rylie shook their head as their words drowned in laughter. “God dammit.”

Equal

Just as Casrath walked with long-strided confidence, he had an equal amount of confidence in his confusion of Earth and humans. They hadn’t talked much on demons, on the soulmates thing, on anything related since Tuesday. Instead, Rylie gave him answers to the millions upon millions of questions he had regarding, well, everything he came in contact with. 

Cars. Television, which had been fun explaining to him, the kitchen, practically everything. 

Well, except the toilet. Apparently demons still had plumbing in Gehenna. Rylie thanked the heavens for that one. 

Brush

Casrath perked up at that. “Thank you, Rylie.” 

Rylie shrugged. “No problem. I couldn’t just throw you out onto the street.” As they slipped by Casrath, doing their best not to brush against him, they swore they heard an odd noise. 

Like a cat purring. 

Rylie shook their head and glanced back at Casrath. 

“Yes?” he said. 

“Nothing.”

Leg

It went beyond warmth. It wasn’t just the sun kissing their pale skin. The sun stared down at them, looking only at them, pinning them in the light. Light so bright it burned away their own shadow. Brilliance so blinding and poignant that it left the rest of the world—no—the universe drenched in utter darkness. 

It didn’t hurt. It didn’t singe their very being, breaking their ashes apart into atoms and quarks. Instead, they were the moon, reflecting that same brilliance, that same intensity, right back. 

But it was no longer sunlight. It was moonlight. 

Rylie pulled back, away from Casrath’s fingers. They chewed on the inside of their lip, and their leg resumed its bouncing. 

“Rylie?” Casrath breathed. He uttered their voice so softly, with such passion, it nearly broke them.

[k--havok]

Find the Word Tag

Shout out to @vsnotresponding for tagging me in this game! It's a joy to do as always! I will be pulling from Waking into Divinity.

My words are: beast, heavy, carry, thorns and dark

No pressure tag: @on-noon @oh-no-another-idea @menagerie-of-monsters @space-cadead @ceph-the-ghost-writer and an open tag for you!

Your words will be: Sky, Eyes, Cushion, Ruin, and Glass

Warnings: Brief smut and alcohol/getting drunk

Beast

One night, Rylie had tugged on long hair as his mouth left bruises across the breasts. The next, there was no hair to tug. Rather, they held onto something else. Not hair. Not anything they could see. Something rigid with a smooth finish. The texture reminded Rylie of fingernails. Although the mysterious object was nothing like hair, tugging it resulted in the same situation; with teeth on their throat as the beast relentlessly pounded them. 

Heavy

“Rylie,” he murmured. 

Gulping, Rylie tightened their hold on their bag. Another kaleidoscope of butterflies took refuge in the pit of their stomach. 

They had never heard their name spoken in such a manner. The way Casrath pronounced it with his thick, strange accent, each syllable heavy with longing, spun Rylie’s head and sensibilities. 

Carry(ing)

They stood in line behind an older couple. 

“The food here may be a little suspicious, but it’s not bad,” Damien said, pulling out his wallet.

Rylie snorted in response. “A little suspicious?” they couldn’t halt the dripping sarcasm. Another bowler walked by the two carrying a plate of pizza. The cheese and sauce swam in grease. 

Yet, it smelled delicious. 

Catching their eye, Damien winked. “Well, I haven’t seen anyone have a heart attack here yet. Not even the regulars. So it can’t be all bad, now can it?”

Thorns

The dark shapes of their surroundings blurred together. Instead of the weight of the world weighing them down, the more Rylie drunk, the lighter they felt, as if they could walk on clouds.

As Rylie finished their second drink, a new face popped up from behind the bar. Boyish, with red hair similar to the shade they dyed their own.

A small thorn of jealousy pricked Rylie. His hair was natural.

Dark

What was there to even think? Even feel? So overwhelmed by the entire experience, all Rylie could do was sit and breathe. They counted to four each time they took a breath, steadying themself. 

Despite the small exercises, and the forced smile on their lips, regret was already pooling in the pit of Rylie’s stomach. Every failed joke, missed references, and off-beat laughter hung like a dark cloud above their head. Each miniscule mistake seared itself into their mind until branded black. 

[lostlittlefoxboy]

PLEASE.

The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.

He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.

Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.

You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.

Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.

Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.

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