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Jimmy was naked except for a Jordan Peterson mask similar in style to the Guy Fawkes mask that has become synonymous with the hacktivist collective Anonymous. Only his eyes weren’t covered by the mask. He stood in a woman’s bedroom. The bed was covered by a transparent veil, hiding and not hiding at the same time the body of a woman on the bed.
Light inside Urgat’s warehouse was dim. Two flickering electro-candles illuminated a small space near the door, the rest was shrouded in shadows. Though it posed no problem for Freya’s superior eyesight. Dozens of cages filled the room, almost all holding slaves. Urgat remained at the door, flanked by his two slave-handlers, and waited as Freya strolled in. The trader always kept some treasures in the back of his shop, for the special customers....
Summary: Star forms a concord with a powerful entity, to fulfil her desires.
Codes: (M+/F M+F+/F M/F magic scifi bdsm dark warning). A lot happens, if you are easily triggered by dark things, you may want to find another thing to read, there are cute things too though, this thing is a roller coaster ride of emotions. A lot is very seriously over...
(For all of my old friends and new friends here, a little funny with your smut, lol. And there is sex too.)
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Hero's Judgement: Dayfall
L.O.V.E.F.U.L. (League of Villainous Empowered Female Underworld Leaders) sat in their high rise tower...
That night, Kyoto lay beneath a sea of cherry blossoms. The trees were heavy in full bloom, their delicate leaves floating in the breeze like a thousand quiet, sweet-smelling promises. But for Sakura, the young woman named after the blossom, that night wasn't a promise. It was a judgment.
Its been a long while since I posted my stories, since, well, the sad falling of KB. Please enjoy.
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The Unexpected Destination
I woke with a start. The crew cabin of the long distance hauler, the Heron's Wing was cool. The environmental systems...
I took a deep sigh and dropped the duct tape on the last box, others would have closed their moving boxes with packing tape, but I didn’t trust that flimsy stuff. Duct tape on the other hand was a trusted tool, none of those boxes would suddenly pop open when I was carrying them to the moving van and into the new apartment 3000 miles away. For tonight, I was done and craved a beer.
In the divided city of Zaun, a desperate thief’s quest for freedom leads her into the clutches of Piltover’s most determined enforcers, where survival means surrendering everything she once believed in. Takes place after the end of Netflix's Arcane.
Why did I say this? Am I trying to give you an out just before it’s too late? Too late for what? I don’t know how to get out of this hole we’re digging for ourselves here! More than that, I don’t want to! What am I so scared of? When did the love I feel for you, still feel for you, start to frighten me?
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Author's Note: This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, sexual assault, and poor puns. Viewer discretion is advised.
This story was originally written for The Black Van as part of their...
She stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze lowered. Her breathing was shallow as he slowly walked around her. The ground beneath her bare feet was cool, but the heat beneath her skin blazed relentlessly.
Her name was Sakura, Cherry Blossom, or at least that's what she was known as in the house of the Black Lotus. Nobody was using their right name in a place like this, I certainly hadn’t been given the name of Ajita at birth. Yet her name was so aptly chosen, like her namesake she was delicate and beautiful, and like the cherry blossom her beauty would be very fleeting.
The Devil is dead!
Despite the enormity of the news not a single newspaper was printing a word about it. The same newspapers that had reveled in the terror the town had been in for the last few months. Every new victim coming forward reporting her experiences of one of the worst nights in her live. The night the devil had visited her.
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Eleanor Price ist eine junge Studentin in einer schwierigen Lage, die sie ihr Studium kosten könnte. Sie sucht bei ihrem angesehenen Mathematikprofessor Anthony Robertson Hilfe. Sie hat jedoch keine Ahnung davon, wie besessen er von ihr ist. Er selbst kann sich nicht erklären, woher diese Besessenheit stammt, und fürchtet sich vor dem, was er möglicherweise tun würde, sollte er jemals mit ihr allein sein.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an...
A proud lesbian queen is captured during a brutal conquest and subjected to relentless violation by her enemies — a harrowing tale of defiance, degradation, and shattered vows.
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She heard her father call from downstairs “Sorry sweetie we are out of milk, I’ll just quickly walk up to the store and get some. Can’t have my big girl missing her favorite hot chocolate.”
“Dad don’t worry, I can just quickly drive up there.”
“Nonsense Sabrina, you are my guest, and I need the exercise. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”
Kyle was with Maya when she got knocked up. Those two were off and on. They'd stay together for a while until one day they had a big fight and Kyle fucked off for good. At least until the next time Kyle took her back. They fought all the time. He was convinced she was fucking all of us. She was, but Kyle never had enough of a spine to stop any of us.
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Warning: The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. The aforesaid story is about rape fantasy. It is fiction. Its author does not condone rape or sexual abuse in any shape or form. All characters featured in this story are fictitious and any likeness to a real person is purely coincidental....
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
He is chasing me, the burly man with the dilated pupils, high on some drug cocktail, just like the rest of the crowd that’s turning the place into a naked fuck fest. I didn’t know what this was, I just wanted to go dancing tonight
She didn't remember how many hours had passed. The room was cool, the walls gray and bare. The only object in the room was a huge mirror that took up the entire wall and mercilessly threw back every glance.
Amy batted the sleep from her eyes and lazily slipped from the bed. The night before came by flashes of memory. Sucking, fucking. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass. Streams of cum in her and on her.
It was Friday night, just before midnight, when Joe left his favorite bar. Like almost every Friday, he went there to have a few drinks and enjoy the music. And occasionally to pick up a woman who would then spend the night with him.
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now.
Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she...
Dies ist die Fortsetzung der Geschichte „Die Mountainbikerin“.
Eine eigenständige Geschichte, zum besseren Verständnis sollte man aber diese Geschichte - falls nicht bereits geschehen - vielleicht vorher gelesen haben.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. The people are products of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead are unintentional and purely by accident. You must be 18 years of age to read this.
The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies...
