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Non-binary trans masc. Bi. He/They. Author of queer erotic romance🔥 I write about guys falling in love in various spaces and times. Love conquers all. 🏳️‍🌈🔞 https://linktr.ee/MaximeJaz

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 9d

"The thing is you don't write meet-cute-three-tropes-done romances, you write more complex stuff..." (courtesy of Bjorn Larssen) so if you're into more complex stuff, dive into the Maximeverse™️.🔥🌈❤️
3rd person, past tense, multi, omni POV, head-hopping, poetic prose. 😘
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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 37m

#WIPSnips From my widowed single dads WIP.
Benedict is still in the shock of his grief, but Frank has had more time to cope, and after he finds him on that lonely beach with his baby, and scoops them up, he asks Benedict to stay the night, worried for them.

Frank sensed that tiny dip back into despair. “Hey, let’s talk tomorrow and put a list together for you. I can also give you stuff Jules doesn’t need anymore.” Smiling. “Amie would have wanted it too… and it’s not like I’ll have another kid…”
“You could though…? Later… maybe…” Sighing. “I’m sorry… maybe it’s too early.”
Frank blew a breath. “No, don’t… I don’t think so, though… Amie was the love of my life. We had the kid, and I’m not sure I’ll be with a woman next…. If there’s a next time.”
Benedict’s eyes widened a bit, looking at that unfazed man, his broad arm nonchalantly laid on the sofa’s back, one leg tucked under the other as his hair tumbled on that broad chest. Those green eyes, calm.
“Oh…”
Frank smiled, wide. “I hope you’re fine with bi blokes?”
Benedict raised his hands. “Yes, sure. Whatever… it’s none of my business…”
“You asked about a possible baby, and I can’t really see that baby now. So we can sort through Jules’ stuff tomorrow. Pancakes are fine in the morning?”
“Yes, sure…” Pancakes… bi… Somehow, his heart was rushing. He rubbed at it. “Fine, sure…” Jolting when he felt Frank’s hand on his arm, warm. Risking his eyes.
“Time for bed? We’ll just pick the small lady up on her sheepskin.” A soft wink. “She sleeps like a log, I told you.”
Benedict smiled. “Yeah… let’s hope she won’t wake.” Somehow, that touch felt right too. “Thanks…”

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 11h

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DiscussingFilm @discussingfilm.net · 13h

Diane Keaton has sadly passed away at the age of 79.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 13h

#WritingPrompt
Not in the WIPs I'm working on now, but I have MCs with siblings in some of my other works. In my cleaner WIP, Troy's brother is a real asshole, and the golden child, of course. Even grown up, he can not accept that Troy is "just" a cleaner and didn't become a surgeon like him.

“You’re so fucking stubborn. But that was always how you’ve been. Remember? When we asked you to study a bit harder and you spent your days at the animal shelter volunteering. Or in homeless shelters, or God knows where…”
Troy smiled, bitter. “Good to know I don’t disappoint then.”
“You could have been so much more than…” He stopped, that veiled resentment in his eyes.
“Than what? Finish it.”
“Than a cleaner.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a cleaner.”
“Much better than saving lives as a doctor, I bet.” Mocking.
“Cleaning saves lives too.” Keeping his cool, somehow.
“You’re delusional, as ever.” He glanced at his watch. “I have to go.”
“Already?” Crossing his arms not to whack him in the face.
“He doesn’t talk, and I’m wasting my time with you.” He stood, and the old man looked up at him.

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 15h

Oopps!! Did I just start this or what? 🤣😌

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

I wasn't interested in retellings but ... characters are nagging... They're back... No,Maxime, the fuck not... But... Notre-Dame... Merde!💕

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 1d

No synonyms today!🎉

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips

Murple sat back in her chair, which made the kind of sound bears made when trying to hibernate and getting the bones of their last meal stuck in a sensitive area. Murple was protective of Eedith, before she was Eedith, when trying to find the culprit of a series of cruel pranks that had landed her in the hands of a surgeon barber. Once a dockworker, Eedith had never fit in anywhere, but she did here and Murple made damned sure she stayed fitted and welcome. She watched as her ladyship left through the outer door, only making a cursory, wide-eyed glance back at Eedith, and sat forward again.

“I’ll as see the next client, Eedith, if thy pleases.” She began her usual pretence of reading any of the various pieces of paper on her desk, while making sure she could see most of the person who entered her office.

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Bjørn Larssen (he/him) @bjornlarssen.com · 18h

#WIPSnips Today, Odin demands to be taught more seiðr. The definition of seiðr for the needs of #WhyOdinDrinks is…not academically confirmed.

I just noticed the grammar needs help. My editor’s problem. This is a #WIP. Sorry.

Book I:
→ www.bjornlarssen.com/whyodindrinks

When time for Odin’s next lesson came, Freya wasn’t dreading it, because she had entirely forgotten, obsessed with reputation she should have. Would she rather be overestimated or underestimated? Smile warmly or have her teeth sharpened, even if the visual alone made them itch? She could bestow love on people as reward or curse them with it – she idly wondered whether jarl Bolesław and his dog found their happily-ever-after. Should those people (except jarl Bolesław) know about her power?
“Oh,” she welcomed the frowning All-Father, “it’s you. Howdy?”
The wrinkles between Odin’s eye and black hole deepened. “I would like to fly.”
“So, feeling good?”
“Tone,” he snapped. “I can shift. I can’t fly. Something goes wonky. Teach me, you’re a very good eagle.”
“A falcon,” Freya muttered. Wrinkles between her eyes were gorgeous, if involuntary.
It was another of those things she couldn’t explain. She just did it. What was flight? Walking, in general, involved having something under one’s feet. Wingless creatures only ever suddenly found themselves not having anything under their feet when they were either very distracted, or in the process of falling into a trap.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 17h

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19h

Power nap.

Black cat asleep on grey faux sheep skin with a paw extended, claws showing

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19h

#Caulktober Pegged
That would be Nic from the only femdom WIP short I have, pegged by his wifey. Here's a small taste. (nsfw)

He still moaned when she pushed that dildo in, trembling a bit with the strain, at how it just pushed at his walls, nestled inside, deep. It was heavy and hard, nothing like a real cock, but she stayed put, let him adapt.
Her hand slid down his soaked spine. “You can take more, Nic.”
He just moaned, closing his eyes when she started rocking her hips. It was hard and mildly painful, but he liked pain, so he let go, let her take over as the dildo warmed to his body, slid easier with each thrust. Her nails dug into his skin when she grabbed his hips, speeding up. Hard, deep, those strong hips not leaving him any mercy. He was floating on the pain, on the sharp sting of her nails, that hard grip of her hands, those hard thrusts going deep. Leaking pre-cum on the bed, rock hard, he was panting through the gag, moaning, so close to coming, he had no idea how he would hold. She must have sensed it, how his back tensed, must have heard it when his moans morphed into a soft howling.
Not even slowing down. “Not yet…”

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19h

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21h

#QueerPrompts
Yes, there are a few, with varying levels of intensity. Jake in Fall, Damian in Home, as examples from my published work (and others). In this WIP, Frank comes out as bi to Benedict straight after they meet. It will take a bit of time for Benedict to embrace being bi too.

🌈CJ Aralore @cjaralore.bsky.social · 1d

#QueerPrompts October 11: National Coming Out Day: Do any of your characters come out in your story?

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#QueerPrompts October 11: National Coming Out Day: Do any of your characters come out in your story?

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21h

#pretendpanel
There's not enough space here to enumerate all of them... Just a few: Hugo, du Maurier, Zola, Baudelaire, Voltaire, Bulgakov, Moliere, Flaubert, Dumas, Kazantsakis, Sewell, Shelley, Bradbury, K.Dick, Tolkien, Durell, Poe, Rice, Homer, Vergilius, Vachss, Duras, Sartre, and so on...

Hiria Dunning @hiriadunning.bsky.social · 1d

#pretendpanel I can't wait to catch up with your responses! Life is super busy here - I'm at a fundraising dinner right now - but let me know...

October 11th: Is there a deceased author, writer, or poet that you've really connected with?

#WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WritingPrompts

#pretendpanel
A prompt tag hosted by @hiriadunning.bsky.social
October 11th: Is there a deceased author, writer, or poet that you've really connected with?
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New #pretendpanel questions every Friday and Saturday. Hop in any time!

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21h

a little girl is hugging a monster from monsters inc

Alt: a little girl is hugging a monster from monsters inc

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 21h

The griefer wore a long coat, like a #raincoat, on his character, trying to look like something modern in the fantasy world, but it just looked dumb. He walked around, text bubbles appearing over his head, insulting everyone.

Some responded, insulting him back, but Rory walked away.

#vss365

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23h

#WIPSnips
From my age gap scandal WIP. Siegfried arrives at his deceased father's house to help Charles clear stuff out and he has a hard time to even think of going inside the house again.

Next day, he drove to the house, watching Charles walk out of his house, take that small path. A small wave of his hand. He just stayed in the car, gathering some strength to stay, and not reverse and leave, never to come back. Watching that man hunched in grief, the wind catching his grey hair. He had turned, waiting for him, holding the keys. Damn it… Somehow, he could not leave him there. Somehow, he wanted him to straighten, stand taller, and be less in pain. Blowing a breath, he got out and locked the car, walking up those steps his feet knew by heart. Somehow, he went for a hug instead of a handshake, squeezing that man against his body, earning a surprised moan.
“Oh…” He had hugged him back, that warm hug so unexpected and so welcome, his tears rushed to his eyes.
He let him go, looking down at him. “Ready to clear some shit?”
“Good morning. And yes, I think… we can sort some items into piles… What you want to keep, donate and dump out?”
“I don’t want to keep anything.” Waiting until Charles opened the door, that stale air hitting them, even with the heating still on. “But you can. Take what you want, Charles Henry.”

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

I wasn't interested in retellings but ... characters are nagging... They're back... No,Maxime, the fuck not... But... Notre-Dame... Merde!💕

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

Oh, thank you! 😁

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

Oh, no! Disgusting!

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

#pretendpanel
Every one of my characters feeds from me and my lived experiences, and my queerness, my traumas, so whatever is poured out and written is me and not me, as they exist on their own but are spawns of my life, soul and heart. They will live through readers and in their hearts. hopefully.

Hiria Dunning @hiriadunning.bsky.social · 2d

#pretendpanel, I'm at a retreat over the next few days so I am incorrigibly absent! However, tell me...

October 10th: Writing and reading are kinds of necromancy. How do you hope your writing will hold/reflect your ghost after you're gone?

#WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WritingPrompts

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October 10th: Writing and reading are kinds of necromancy. How do you hope your writing will hold/reflect your ghost after you're gone?
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New #pretendpanel questions every Friday and Saturday. Hop in any time!

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

Wishful thinking! 😁

Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

Circumcized Tylenol gives autism... Hold on, Tylenoled circumsision gives autism... No, wait... Autismed circumference... uh... Tylenolized circumberance...

a zombie has more brains than a normal person

Alt: a zombie has more brains than a normal person

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

#Caulktober Day 9 and 10 Blowjobs

I mean who hasn't would be more pertinent here. 🤣
Here's a snip from my office romance WIP, in which family man Cole gets his first blowjob from a guy, his new French colleague Jean-Pierre, in the office toilets. It's a receiving and giving scene. 😁

Cole was a bit lost when Jean-Pierre grabbed his arm and pulled him in the man’s toilets. Empty. Or so it seemed. His eyes went wide a bit, but Jean-Pierre just pushed a finger on his parting lips, soft. His eyes playing. Not a word as he opened a cubicle and pulled Cole inside. Closing the door. Cole had no clue what they could do in that tight space, but Jean-Pierre just pushed him against the wall, going to his knees as Cole was trying to stand without trembling, to think when all his thoughts had been wiped out. Grateful maybe for Jean-Pierre’s silence. Letting him open his belt, unbutton his pants, pull the zipper down. That familiar rush of blood, straight to his cock. Jesus… Trying to breathe, closing his eyes when Jean-Pierre just pulled his boxers down with his pants. His mouth wrapped around his cock, and Cole’s brain got wiped clean. Nothing else existed in that moment. Just his mouth and tongue, that strong jaw, his hands cupping his ass as he pulled him closer. Cole almost moaned when he realized he’d better not, even if they seemed to be alone, maybe even on that side of the floor. The feeling out of this world. Jean-Pierre had glided a hand back to his cock, holding Cole at the base, pulling back his foreskin. That foreskin Cole had been ashamed of all his life, teased for it in high school, now a toy in that man’s mouth. Shameless, pushing him to the back of his throat, letting his saliva coat them. A sloppy, messy sound. His breath on Cole’s skin. Cole dared to look, a swift glance, bracing that wall, not daring to touch him. Tyring to breathe without a sound when he had never felt anything like this, had never had a blowjob so strong, so deep, so unabashedly sloppy. Warm. Magnified by the fact that it was Jean-Pierre doing it. His perfume lacing itself into Cole’s brain, the heat of his skin, that small prickle of his stubble, his lips wrapped around his girth. That tightening at the base of his spine.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

Bullshit corporate memo warrants a bullshit corporate reply (I work in corp and I'm an author too LOL).
I want you to understand that my working hours are filled with meaningful tasks, and that my writing hours are filled with gay. I am most proud of the gay. I've made gay and I'll keep making gay.

Dani Finn 🏳️‍⚧️ 📚 @danifinnwrites.bsky.social · 1d

“I want to understand how you spend your working hours-and, ideally, what you've made (or are making) that you're most proud of.”

Okay, writers and artists, answer this question!

Oliver Darcy @oliverdarcy.bsky.social · 1d

Here's the full memo.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 1d

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