CW: 18+, consensual start -> noncon end Thick fingers tugged through curly red hair, pulling and twisting, grasping upon the ridged curvature of his horns. Lips parted as Nok cried out, one of the iridescent baubles he’d purchased at the market the night before swaying into his vision as his head was forced hard to…
cw: 18+, vampire, compulsion It was autumn now, and the days were growing shorter, but they were still unbearably long. Dark could not come fast enough for Joshua Orel’s liking. He busied himself unnecessarily, trying to make the hours of sunlight tick away that much faster. He collected rents for his family’s properties in the…
CW: 18+, bondage, infidelity “You look good in rope,” Nicholas all but purred as he admired his handiwork. “Is that some kind of colonizing bullshit?” Mayank teased, the sly slant of his dark eyes and his wide grin giving him away. “White man power tripping over my brown skin in ropes?” Nicholas raised his brows…
CW: 18+, depression, masturbation Depression. You see it in the media all the time. We’ve all come to learn the signs. Darkened rooms, the cold light of the television on staring faces, eating pints of ice cream, occasionally singing with woeful songs, and perhaps crying along with the lyrics. Mattresses on the floor in corners,…
CW: 18+, noncon biting & touching (no sex) For how long had Uriel been living in the darkness? How long had he been so unbearably hot? How long since the song that had once filled his ears had been turned to crawling whispers and curses that crept along his spine to shred his thoughts to…
CW: 18+, werewolf, vampire He had to stop rushing over every time Cemal rang. It wasn’t the first time that Peter had had this thought. It likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet there he was, stripping away his shirt as he prowled through the main parlor. “I think you’ve gained a good stone since I…
(World of Warcraft is copyrighted to Blizzard. That’s all them.) CW: 18+, trolls The night was a wash of darkness, the moon a token crescent in the sky. The stars were bright, but they cast little in the way of illumination to the jungle below. The torches did that. The bonfires. The lanterns. There was…
Starfighter © M. Palumbo/HamletMachine(written as a gift, shared with permission) Lift 24 It’s not the way that I intended for things to go. It’s just the way they did. Maybe I could have changed them if I’d wanted to, maybe not. That’s not really the point. I liked it. Maybe too much. I still like…
Some mornings were more difficult to wake to than others. José found his eyelids were heavier than usual, and that opening them even the slightest bit made his stomach clench unpleasantly. He breathed slowly through the parting of his lips, waiting for the sensation to pass as he eased out of the confusing haze of…
It was difficult to restrain himself. So very difficult. Time had condensed itself to strange hiccups and bursts. He’d lost track of the bed, though he was vaguely aware of the frame creaking, of the headboard striking against the wall. The sheets, the pillows, the twists and tangles of blanket– all things that had once…