#M/F

[elle-oh-ell3]

can we get more of m/f ships where the woman pushes the man against the wall. please. i feel like we definitely don’t get enough of that.

[protector-of-tinies]

You have the chance to shrink to tiny size...but the catch is that normal-sized people won't be able to see, hear, or perceive you while you're tiny. This means you can still technically live out your fantasies of interacting with giants, but only the fantasies that fall under the umbrella of "unaware G/t interaction."

Would you still want to shrink? Why or why not? Put your explanations in replies or reblogs.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Queer m/f relationships are not only valid they are my favorite kind of m/f queer solidarity

Like yasss I love you m/f couples where you're both bi/pan, I love you m/f couples where one or both of you are non-binary, I love you m/f couples where one or both of you are trans, I love you m/f couples where one or both of you are aspec, I love you m/f couples with any combination of the above

[mx-monster]

Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so here’s a lazy Drabble

Cw: m/f, breeding kink

Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering

your villages crops are failing. If it continues there won’t be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.

You’re paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the God’s attention.

You’re left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.

It doesn’t take long before He’s towering over you. He was magnificent.

“Do you know what this ritual entails?”

What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you don’t answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.

He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.

Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.

“You’re ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?”

You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.

“Say it.”

“I want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,” you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, you’d absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.

“Such a greedy cunt you have,” He grunted, “taking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. I’ll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.”

It doesn’t take long before you felt an orgasm rip it’s way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.

When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.

“Your village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our children’s children will sit at it’s head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,” he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, “now, we rest.”

[purple-l0tus]

looking for some hot stuff

[gtposeref]

A little kiss

[chowmoon2]

Peak M/F ship tbh, even then, I just see them as platonic beasties most of the time but whatever people ship them, I just eat it up, I love them so much chat

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

Now you tell me, when a father goes ahead and washes diapers or performs some other mean task for his child, and someone ridicules him as an effeminate fool--though that father is acting in Christian faith--my dear fellow, you tell me, which of the two is most keenly ridiculing the other? God, with all his angels and creatures is smiling, not because the father is washing diapers, but because he is doing so in Christian faith.

Martin Luther, The Christian In Society Vol. II

[neosgifs]

silentknight perhaps? make it cutesy

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cutesy silentknight board for @iheartmothz

♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡

[capelin356]

Ion and Lovataar

These two have a femdom vibe sometimes.

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[protector-of-tinies]

If you're currently viewing this on your phone, then this post is handheld G/t content.

You're welcome.

[hyperbali]

Someone asked who Deja is romancing

And I decided I’m going to make it clear she has an Older Man Fetish

But here’s the Lucanis piece for when I was planning on doodling each one separately

[gtposeref]

Hugs!

[profiterole-reads]

2024 Favourites

In no particular order. This is content I've read and watched in 2024, not necessarily content released in 2024.

Books

1. So Let Them Burn by Kamilah Cole: f/f heroic fantasy + another female protagonist on the aroace spectrum with a male love interest (YA). One sister can channel the power of the Gods. The other dreams of becoming a drake pilot to protect their country from dragons.

2. Hunters of Ironport by Lou Wilham: m/m urban fantasy with a trans male protagonist. This series has Buffy/Faith vibes, except m/m. It crosses over with the Witches of Moondale series (f/f), but can be read independently.

3. The Mage's Secret by Ami Spencer: f/nb urban fantasy. This witch story is mostly cosy, with a few action scenes. It's about a coven elder and an Academy head in an established relationship.

4. [Spanish] Prodigioso principio de amor de Silvia Aliaga: m/m urban fantasy. This novel takes place at the University of Magic and Eloquence, in Florence, Italy, and the two leads are from Spain and the UK.

5. Power to Yield and Other Stories by Bogi Takács: collection of speculative short stories with many non-binary characters and a couple of intersex ones. This is my favourite read of the year. These brilliant stories explore gender identity, neurodivergence, religion, immigration and the human condition in general.

6. Earthflown by Frances Wren: m/m science fantasy. The characters have superpowers, but it's not superhero fiction. This novel takes place in post-flood London and has complex worldbuilding. Note that the e-book version doesn't include the 60 illustrations.

7. Redsight by Meredith Mooring: f/f science fantasy. This is mythological fantasy in space. The protagonist is a blind witch who's going to serve as a spaceship navigator. Her love interest is an ancient witch who's become a pirate and can turn into a giant snake.

8. Welcome to Boy.net by Lyda Morehouse: f/f science fiction with a trans female protagonist. This novel is about two bounty hunters in an established relationship. The protagonist used to be part of the ENForcers, which supposedly had only male members, so she had to desert in order to transition.

9. Everything for Everyone: An Oral History of the New York Commune, 2052–2072 by M.E. O'Brien and Eman Abdelhadi: speculative activism fiction written in the form of non-fiction, with many non-binary characters and two trans women. 12 interviews cover the crises of the mid-21st century, then the insurrections that led to establishing communes all over the world, with a focus on NYC.

10. [French] Un Amour pas si aveugle by Lena Clarke: f/f romance. A blind piano teacher and her guide dog move in next to a former firewoman, now an ambulance driver, and her dog.

TV shows

1. Kaos: mythological fantasy with several mlm characters + a trans male major character, and the Fates are played by trans/enby actors. I love this Greek Mythology modern AU, full of dark humour.

2. Meet You at the Blossom: BL wuxia. This Chinese/Thai coproduction is the first uncensored BL wuxia drama and I hope it'll pave the way to many more.

3. The Spirealm: BL portal fantasy. This c-drama is an intriguing adventure with horror vibes. The BL is still pretty visible despite Chinese censorship.

4. Tadaima, Okaeri: BL omegaverse. I had always avoided omegaverse stories, but this anime about an alpha/omega married couple with kids is just lovely.

5. When the Moonlight is Shining: GL fantasy. This c-drama is a quick watch, with 18 episodes of about 2 minutes. A mermaid comes to the human world.

6. 3 Will Be Free: m/m/f thriller + a trans female major character. This Thai drama is about the son of a mafia boss, a male stripper and a hostess at a go-go club. It's actually not as explicit as it sounds.

7. Petrichor: GL murder mystery. An inspector and a medical examiner team up in this Thai drama, which is much better than the forgettable Rizzoli and Isles.

8. Love Sea: BL + GL romance (a lot of BL sex scenes). This Thai drama is Fort/Peat (from Love in the Air)'s new show. Watch it for the high-chemistry BL, as the GL storyline is subpar.

9. Lucky My Love: GL romance. This Thai drama is a quick watch, with 5 episodes of 20 minutes. A superstitious woman meets her new team leader.

10. 1670: historical mockumentary with some f/f. In this Polish show (available on Netflix), the 17th-century humour is a metaphor for 21st-century issues.

Movies

1. Wicked: fantasy with sapphic vibes and achillean rep. I loved it, it was stunning!

2. Drive-Away Dolls: f/f crime comedy (a lot of sex scenes). This lesbian movie was on crack and is supposed to be the first of a trilogy!

3. Le Comte de Monte-Cristo: historical revenge movie with a canon sapphic minor character. This was a magnificent adaptation of Alexandre Dumas's masterpiece.

[ominis-g]

Henry Winter x Reader pt 2

This is a continuation of part one which you can read here. Prompt from an ask from @beauty-is-terrror,

This is written in first person POV. The narrator is female. Her name is not used.

Summary so far: After a mix-up at the administrative offices with Bunny, you let him stay in your dorm room in lieu of Henry's guest room. A snow storm approaches, and you and Henry begin talking of an entirely hypothetical situation where you would be his roommate. But talking in hypotheticals is often a metaphor, and after the snow storm knocks out the power and with both of you worried about the heat going as well, the truth comes out: both you and Henry don't want to leave each other, and would rather like it to be roommates and sharing a bed... not just for practicality's sake, but indeed for romance.

Summary for part two: Smut. Henry "in Paradise."

Warnings: 18+, M/F.

Wordcount: 3,271

A/N: I was hedging on using more vulgar language, but if you prefer that for next time, I certainly can.

Was this the change that I had been waiting for? Many things still remained the same, but there was certainly a shift in how I saw them. The snow persisted, at least the wind whistling outside of the walls and through the windows did, and the house remained dark, but it was not as unwelcome as it had seemed the night before. I was elated at not having to spend another night on that uncomfortable bed, and it might have coloured my perceptions, but not as much as seeing Henry lounging on his bed with a book. Casual, a glass of liquor half-drunk in his hand that he swirled idly as he read, his glasses reflecting the lantern’s light only when his head moved.

I paused there in the doorway, and despite my eagerness to join him, there was still hesitation. We had barely touched, and now we were just going to share a bed? He drank the remainder in his glass, and when he went to set it down, he noticed me. The glass made a noise as it landed on the wood, and his book dropped so he could see the full view.

“Don’t you usually wear long pajamas?”

I looked down at my nightdress, suddenly with a pang of doubt at the choice. “I was worried it might be too warm, since we are sharing. I can go change if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“There’s no need for that,” he assured me. “I didn’t even know you owned one of… those.”

“I do not wear it at the country house, but sometimes during the summer in my dorm.”

I was still standing there, and when I looked up at him from the flowing dress, he was smiling. “Do you? I prefer the nude.” I stared at him. “For the heat,” he clarified. He set down his book and invited me in with a hand. I walked to his side of the bed, and he did not oppose this. His fingers caught the fabric curiously. “Cotton?”

“Yes; nice and breathable.” He made a noise of appreciation. “I can get you one, if you want–”

He chuckled. “I don’t think I could pull it off–”

“You could!” His fingers went from the fabric to press to the warmth of my leg, and I swallowed. “Do you want to try it on?”

He shook his head, but his good humour stayed. “I shall just admire it on you.” His hand retreated, but he was smiling as he relaxed back to the bed. “And you smell good, too.”

“Well, I thought since we would be close…” I trailed off the thought. His eyebrow was raised. “Is it too strong–”

“No.” He held out his hand to me, palm up, so I placed mine there at the invitation. He pulled me onto the bed, in that little space between him and the edge of the bed. I pressed closer to him, legs very aware of the warmth of his through his pajamas, and attempted to get comfortable. He scooted over, but his arm stayed around me to keep me close. He retrieved his book, tilting it for the lantern light so he could continue reading. He adjusted so I could lay my head fully onto his chest, fingers flattening the fabric the buttons had disturbed. 

I took in a deep breath of him, and his scent had not changed, but it was still intoxicating. I trailed my fingers down the fabric, and I felt him tense under the touch. I twirled my fingers back up, hitting every button along the way, but when I did finally look up at him, he was focusing wholly on his reading. His fingers had tensed to hold the fabric of my nightdress, but when I paused, they loosened, back to running it through his forefinger and thumb idly.

“Am I distracting you?”

“It’s early still; we could read together before tucking in.” I stayed looking at him, and he finally noticed. He met my eyes. He closed the book and set it off to the side. “We can tuck in now, and to answer your question: yes, you are distracting.”

“In a bad way?”

He shook his head, his fingers tensing on my back to invite me up towards him. What was I going to do? Refuse? A hand on his chest, I rose, following those fingers that were so insistent, and I pressed my lips to his. He took in a breath through his nose, but then he was leaning up to meet the kiss fully. His other hand clutched at my hair, making sure I stayed, and the nervousness that I had been battling eased. It was a big step– for us– but it was still just a kiss until those fingers at my back dropped down to find my skin. They clutched to my thigh, and then the other, pushing so I was more over him than not.

My knee found the bed on the other side of him, and his heat fully below me, leaking through the thin cloth that annoyingly separated us. His hand left my hair, trailing down to catch at my side instead, scrunching up the cotton, mirrored on the other side; our kiss was suddenly distracted, and he broke it to remove his glasses. I ran my fingers through his hair as he was returning to the pillow, and his eyes were direct onto mine. Deep, and usually sombre, but not in this moment: they were instead bright and alert, even as they trailed down my features, down to all of me he could see perched on top of him. I sat up to give him the full view, taking the opportunity to press my hands down onto his chest, and then, when he still did not move, to begin unbuttoning his pajama shirt.

Henry let me, and he waited until I was just finishing the last button before lifting on the nightdress. I took it from his fingers to pull it off over my head, letting it fall to the floor and far out of the way. His fingers returned to my skin, trailing now up my bare sides and sending little happy sensations from those warm touches all the way through me. They continued up, but only when he reached my breasts did his palms join in; the warmth allowed a pleased noise from deep in my throat to leave my lips, and he hitched a smile. I leaned over to reinstate the kiss, and he met it with the same kind of noise to match, hands squeezing softly at first, fingers adjusting for a good feel, and then harder. My hands clutched at his arms, breath to his lips, and he murmured something very softly in Greek. Something I did not know.

“Ethereal worship: a statue that has come to life for my touch, and mine alone,” he whispered instead, perhaps realising that. My lips brushed against his, feeling the sentiment repeated in the ancient form, and he was the one that reinstated our kiss. His hands released me, allowing me to press our bare skin together, and his warm touch was possessively down my back to encourage it.

I tugged at the cloth of his shirt to reveal more of his skin, and then his lips parted from mine. He sat up under me, his breath to my neck as he took off the top, and my hands following the revealing skin from his shoulders, his back, each touch sending a fresh thrill through the entirety of me. He abandoned the cloth as soon as he was free, rather for my hips, his thumbs digging into flesh, hitting bone, adjusting me to be closer still. I let out a breath to his neck as I felt him through cloth, whole and hot; my arms tightened around him, fingers mussing his hair and clutching to not lose the feeling. He adjusted his legs, spreading my thighs further to be sure that neither of us lost the sensation, and forced my hips to move enough so that I got the breadth of the throbbing cock. I shuddered in pleasure, forgetting the snow that was keeping us inside, the chill of the rest of the house, any trepidations that had coloured the entire past two days with unease and being so unsure. They disappeared now, dismantling themselves into a breath of smoke and the moans between us. Just those sweet noises that I craved more than anything other.

Those moments there sitting on top of him, our bare torsos together, his hands manipulating my hips for our combined pleasure did more to break down the walls and barriers between us that had been holding us both back more than anything else could have. It did not last, but the other side was so much better, I could not complain, and there was no going back.

Breath laboured, Henry turned me over so my back was to his bed, and his touch and weight suddenly left me. I watched him retreat, hands sliding over skin to fall back to myself and legs relaxing. He moved his things first to the side table– the book and his glasses– before he stripped off his pajama trousers and returned as bare as I was. He caught my arms when they reached out to get a feel of him, keeping me there vulnerable on the bed and ultimately at his whim.

He hovered over me, his hair a mess and shading his eyes, and when I tilted my head up for him, he gladly met me for a deep kiss. His lips open over mine, his tongue offering the hit of whiskey and lingering tobacco that remained even when his attentions turned to my neck. Even there, his tongue did not stay; his breath was between my breasts when his hands released my arms, though I did not move them just then. His touch and lips descended lower, taking in as much of my skin as he could along the way, and when his strong hands pushed apart my thighs so he could take in a deep breath of between my legs, my hands went instinctively to his hair, hips rising at the sensation.

“There is the lavender oil,” he murmured, “but it is mingling with your scent; stronger and stronger while we were pressed together, and driving me into delirium and madness.” His arms came under me, wrapping and lifting my hips and lower back off of the blankets; most of his face was lost to my sight, but he was looking up at me. If he was waiting for some kind of objection, he must have known that none was coming.

But it was still difficult to think of something to respond with. His nose, his breath, his lips were surely enough for him to realise my response. “Elixir of life,” I finally whispered.

“If the Fountain were to be found anywhere, surely it is here; the only way to know for sure would be for me to drink long and often from it.”

I did think of correcting him, but it did not seem like the opportune moment to do so. He must have been telling the truth when he said that the very scent of my pleasure had sent him into delirium, and any number of alchemic quips could have left my tongue, but… no. Perhaps he was making his own truths, but should he want to drink often from my spring, who was I to deny him that?

Instead, my fingers brushed through his hair, and his eyes closed softly, serenely. His lips opened, but no words left them this time; no, his tongue came for its first taste, hot, wet, slow in pushing open the soft folds of my skin. It withdrew, and I heard him swallow with a loving rumble. I fell back to the bed, eyes closing as my hips rose into his weight; my breath was already catching, but with each further taste, every time that his tongue pushed its way into me, it became more and more trying to keep it steady. He lifted us connected together, and my legs wrapped over his shoulders, down his back, and whatever timidness had been left abandoned him.

His entire body shifted just so his tongue could thrust into me with a feral nature, further enhanced by the groans that streamed endlessly from him. I gasped at the first, rolling up against him, and he met the movements, aided them, his breath hard and serving to only enhance the pleasure. The fluid never had a chance to leave me, caught as it was instantly on his tongue, and just knowing that caused a further deluge, and of my moans. My hands tugged at his hair, trying to ground myself, but my eyes opened and I saw him buried deep and desperately against my pussy and it was all for nought. 

I pulsed around his tongue, and his groans cut as if he had not been expecting it, but they were soon back; his tongue was not leaving me anymore, only practically twisting inside of me. He still met my hip’s movements, fingers digging into my sides painfully until the heat wracked my entire being. I gasped, head thrown back, hands keeping his head there, his tongue in me to be sure he could catch it all, hips stuttering at the glorious climax.

I could not keep Henry there, though I did try. He withdrew to take some deep breaths, kissing at the inside of my thigh, and I could feel just how out of breath I had made him. I sat up with trembling arms to able to see him: eyes closed, cheek slick with the waters of life and sweat combined against my skin, arms strong still and not releasing me, though lowering with me to rest on the bed. 

It was another moment before his hands and arms released me, flexing his fingers; he had been holding rather tightly. He collected the remnants from around his lips, eyes steady on me as he licked it away. “You did not disappoint.”

I laughed in an airy way, sitting up further. I stretched out my legs, winding my feet in circles to regain all of their feeling. “Satisfied?” He frowned in my direction, and I smiled. “We could tuck in now–”

His hands fell to my thighs, pushing my legs open again, eyes trailing down before they jumped back up to mine. “Not quite yet. I feel awake.” The fresh hit of air, and his words, sent a shudder up through me, though quickly quelled when he slid his touch up on either side of me until our lips could be together. I took in a deep breath of him, hands all the way up his back for his hair, urging him to fall against me. I needed his weight and heat over me, enveloping me, and he did not argue. He fell, between my legs, his throbbing cock against my thigh, and then as quick as it was there, to slide up to meet the puddle he had left. The noise he made against my lips was not to soon be forgotten, and I was sure to meet it; the pressure against already sensitive skin was enthralling, and that it was him and his cock– I could not help it.

Henry wrapped his arms up and under me, and then rolled us so that his back was to the bed, granting me a few extra longing kisses. Both of my knees found the blankets, tugging my hands from under him and down his chest as I sat up. His features had the tone of elation, mouth still open from our kiss, and his eyes following my form as I adjusted to be seated fully on him. Neither of us moved for a few seconds, but then his hips shifted, his large hands were to my sides to lift me; my hands fell to his chest to steady myself, swiping through the sweat, biting my lip at the feel of his tip against me. My fingers fell between us, taking the opportunity also to look down at his cock; my hand wrapped around the shaft and he grunted, tried to press me down over him. My touch had to raise to myself, directing his cock between the folds and to my entrance and the next he urged my hips down, he entered smoothly. 

I gasped, hand falling to the bed, and his hips thrust themselves up against mine to bury his cock into me completely. My head fell to his chest, then his shoulder with moans for him at the feeling; I gripped at his arms, listening to his faltering breath that was soon under my ear. Then into my hair, the warmth of his touch up my back and comforting as his other hand gripping at my hip to move me over him. Not a lot, but it was enough, more than enough with his movements to match. 

I had to gather myself enough to move, but it proved difficult. At first, it was just meeting his direction, rolling my hips down with his hand to help; his cock was filling me, stretching me, completing me in a way that I did not realise was possible before, and each of our movements together hit the perfect spot; I did not want the pleasure to end. And yet still, the temptation for more was there. I slowly sat up, my hands drawing down Henry’s shoulders, his chest, and he let out a moan that he must have been stifling. His features were full of the emotion, though, and, fuck, so were mine. 

Both of his hands were on my sides then, eyes moving over the entirety of me, watching my breasts bounce as he encouraged a quicker pace perhaps for just that very reason. Our breath was coming with difficulty. My touch left his skin to wrap up into my own hair, head and body leaning back to get completely lost in the feeling of him, stomach tensing with every roll to meet his increasingly fast and desperate thrusts.

His grip tightened on my thighs, every breath was a gasp for air, and then he tugged me up. He let out little protesting sounds when I resisted, the tip of his cock pressing right where I needed it, but then it was not a suggestion. He forced me up and off of him, his head back with groans of pleasure as he finished over my thighs, and his stomach. I watched the splattering of our skin together with a bitten lip, slowly releasing my hair and then falling down to lay beside him.

Henry did not protest this. I do not think he had the breath or energy to. I pulled myself to him, fingers swiping up his damp skin to turn his head to the side so that I could kiss him. My lips moved on his, and after a few seconds he met it, his tongue to mine in an extension of intimacy only helped along by his hands coming to find all of me that he could.

The kiss did not stay, but his hands did. He settled himself, relaxing down beside me as the tension left him completely. “The elixir of life comes from the philosopher’s stone,” he murmured, and I laughed softly, resting my head on his shoulder. He was smiling. “But who knows? Perhaps you are the Fountain of Youth.”