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Lunassandra Hughes
29Mins Each
7
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Carnal Desires
Updated Sep 29, 2017
R
0
1603
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Romance
Angst

He despised what his life had become so he had given into her, but Nikolai is quickly discovering that when he left behind his old life he left behind more than that as well. Isabelle had not been the only succubus in that deserted town and as a new enemy draws closer he falls back in with his childhood crush and her elder brother- the both of them creatures he had been raised to despise at all costs. Somethings don't stay buried and Nikolai is quickly losing hold of all that's important in the process.

***Trigger Warning***Two notable characters in this book are succubae/incubi and as such, display predatory sexual behaviors, please take note of this before beginning to read and avoid reading should this offend you. Thank you and enjoy.

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Carnal Desires

He despised what his life had become so he had given into her, but Nikolai is quickly discovering that when he left behind his old life he left behind more than that as well. Isabelle had not been the only succubus in that deserted town and as a new enemy draws closer he falls back in with his childhood crush and her elder brother- the both of them creatures he had been raised to despise at all costs. Somethings don't stay buried and Nikolai is quickly losing hold of all that's important in the process.

***Trigger Warning***Two notable characters in this book are succubae/incubi and as such, display predatory sexual behaviors, please take note of this before beginning to read and avoid reading should this offend you. Thank you and enjoy.

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IJustWantToBeMe
17Mins Each
1
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Sweet Blood
Updated Aug 15, 2017
PG-13
0
772
0
Fantasy
Romance

It's the fifth year and Harry is walking the corridors after one of his detentions with Umbridge and runs - literally - into his enemy who just happens to be starving because Umbridge refused to supply him any blood.Draco's closest secret is revealed in desperation and Harry may just have a soft spot for the blonde.

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Sweet Blood

It's the fifth year and Harry is walking the corridors after one of his detentions with Umbridge and runs - literally - into his enemy who just happens to be starving because Umbridge refused to supply him any blood.Draco's closest secret is revealed in desperation and Harry may just have a soft spot for the blonde.

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shizypie
18Mins Each
1
ISSUE
Vanilla Latte
Updated Jan 20, 2018
PG-13
3
1026
1
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Romance

“Welcome, what can I get for you today?”

Jacob stared, light browns confused beyond recognition as he found not the usual brunette behind the counter … but a blonde. The blackhead shifted uncomfortably on his feet, and admittedly bit at his lip as if he was unsure of how to answer the question presented him. It was never the question he was asked, and had not been the question he’d been asked in nearly three years. Not since he’d come the first time, and the brown eyed brunette that usually took his order said it once, and never again. Not since a short male with curly hair took it upon himself to tease him every chance he got and admittedly it was something the cop had gotten used to. “A large coffee with cream please …” The words fell from his lips almost regretful for they were not the usual ones to first fall from his tongue.

‘Jakey, are you going to get my favorite today?’

‘Do I ever get your favorite?’

‘Well, you could just buy memy favorite sometime.’

‘Get one of your boyfriends to come buy it for you.’

‘But I’d rather you buy me my Latte. Jaaaakkkeeee~’

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Vanilla Latte

“Welcome, what can I get for you today?”

Jacob stared, light browns confused beyond recognition as he found not the usual brunette behind the counter … but a blonde. The blackhead shifted uncomfortably on his feet, and admittedly bit at his lip as if he was unsure of how to answer the question presented him. It was never the question he was asked, and had not been the question he’d been asked in nearly three years. Not since he’d come the first time, and the brown eyed brunette that usually took his order said it once, and never again. Not since a short male with curly hair took it upon himself to tease him every chance he got and admittedly it was something the cop had gotten used to. “A large coffee with cream please …” The words fell from his lips almost regretful for they were not the usual ones to first fall from his tongue.

‘Jakey, are you going to get my favorite today?’

‘Do I ever get your favorite?’

‘Well, you could just buy memy favorite sometime.’

‘Get one of your boyfriends to come buy it for you.’

‘But I’d rather you buy me my Latte. Jaaaakkkeeee~’

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1Min Each
1
ISSUE
soft boi
Updated Aug 19, 2019
R
4
529
2
Short Story
Tragedy

Temptation. Lust. Greed. Dominance.

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Temptation. Lust. Greed. Dominance.

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Meikakuna
6Mins Each
1
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Collateral Damage
Updated Sep 9, 2020
PG
3
48
0
Romance
Parody

Have you ever noticed that superheroes in movies cause so much collateral damage? This story is for people who have.

Louise is a civilian caught in the middle of a battle between a supervillain and a team of heroes, a battle that is destroying the buildings around her. One hero tries to transport her home, but Louise doesn’t want to be rescued.

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Collateral Damage

Have you ever noticed that superheroes in movies cause so much collateral damage? This story is for people who have.

Louise is a civilian caught in the middle of a battle between a supervillain and a team of heroes, a battle that is destroying the buildings around her. One hero tries to transport her home, but Louise doesn’t want to be rescued.

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Rob
5Mins Each
1
ISSUE
Strangers
Updated Sep 20, 2017
PG-13
6
1083
16
Angst
Short Story

A tired teen comes across a small, run-down restaurant at night to escape from his harsh reality and ends up confiding in a complete stranger while he's there.

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Strangers

A tired teen comes across a small, run-down restaurant at night to escape from his harsh reality and ends up confiding in a complete stranger while he's there.

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Angelo Abadilla
10Mins Each
2
ISSUES
When Reality Hits Archer | Filipino Gay Romance
Updated Nov 12, 2017
PG
0
1113
0
Friendship

Kailan nga ba malayang makapagmamahal ang isang bakla na katulad ni Archer Andrada? Kailan nga ba niya mahahanap ang lalaking para sa kanya? Kailangan nga ba niya masasabing may nagmamahal na sa kanya?

Samahan niyo akong kilalanin si Archer Andrada sa nobelang WHEN REALITY HITS ARCHER. Isang nobelang magdadala sa inyo sa mga bahaghari kahit walang ulan.

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When Reality Hits Archer | Filipino Gay Romance

Kailan nga ba malayang makapagmamahal ang isang bakla na katulad ni Archer Andrada? Kailan nga ba niya mahahanap ang lalaking para sa kanya? Kailangan nga ba niya masasabing may nagmamahal na sa kanya?

Samahan niyo akong kilalanin si Archer Andrada sa nobelang WHEN REALITY HITS ARCHER. Isang nobelang magdadala sa inyo sa mga bahaghari kahit walang ulan.

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濸夜翎虎
1Min Each
1
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那些關於月夜之森的嚮往—寧
Updated May 2, 2019
PG-13 On Break
0
394
0
Fantasy
Slash

為同樣有寫文愛好的另一半,

幫他在這邊私下準備的驚喜。

(是為他而寫的故事)

全篇以個人第一人稱男友視角主敘,

以及第三人稱上帝視角旁白補敘,

請大家不吝指教,小弟定當虛心受教。

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那些關於月夜之森的嚮往—寧

為同樣有寫文愛好的另一半,

幫他在這邊私下準備的驚喜。

(是為他而寫的故事)

全篇以個人第一人稱男友視角主敘,

以及第三人稱上帝視角旁白補敘,

請大家不吝指教,小弟定當虛心受教。

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Mikha'il
1Min Each
0
ISSUES
Discovery
Updated Aug 11, 2019
R
0
225
0
Friendship
Angst

A bad writing of a Muslim teenager's attraction towards his friend, and his friend using said attraction for his pleasure.

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Discovery

A bad writing of a Muslim teenager's attraction towards his friend, and his friend using said attraction for his pleasure.

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Meikakuna
12Mins Each
4
ISSUES
The Librarian and the Maybe-Bisexual Bookworm
Updated Jan 4, 2020
PG-13 Completed
0
623
0
Romance
Manga

A Vocaloid fanfiction (Yukari x IA). Yukari is a hardworking student who manages to balance her studies with her relationship with a boy. Things start to change when she meets her high school's young, beautiful new librarian IA. Yukari asks her to help her find a lesbian-themed novel like one she's read and all goes well until she realises she might be more like the characters in those novels than she thought.

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The Librarian and the Maybe-Bisexual Bookworm

A Vocaloid fanfiction (Yukari x IA). Yukari is a hardworking student who manages to balance her studies with her relationship with a boy. Things start to change when she meets her high school's young, beautiful new librarian IA. Yukari asks her to help her find a lesbian-themed novel like one she's read and all goes well until she realises she might be more like the characters in those novels than she thought.

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MarshallTimothyGraves
8Mins Each
1
ISSUE
quarantine mansion
Updated Aug 6, 2020
G
1
105
0
Humor
School

they all got stuck in an airbnb not only because of the weather, but also because the roads closed up.

based on the global pandemic: COVID-19

it's also really gay, mind you.

omegaverse.

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quarantine mansion

they all got stuck in an airbnb not only because of the weather, but also because the roads closed up.

based on the global pandemic: COVID-19

it's also really gay, mind you.

omegaverse.

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Kai Mun
6Mins Each
1
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Depressingly Rich {Chapter One}
Updated Apr 16, 2020
PG-13
0
208
0
Friendship
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The basement is freezing tonight. My thin ripped sheet only covers my frail shoulders and upper chest. Mother has made me sleep in the basement. Again. I inhale a lung-full of stale air and let out a deep sigh.I reach under the wobbly cot and grasp a razor I hid there ages ago. I hold the small rectangle of metal above my face.I can't see in the pitch-black of the basement, but that doesn't stop me from being able to recall every single detail of the aged and rusted metal. I remember the patterns of the rust, and the splotches where my old and dried blood mixes with it.I lift my left wrist up to cut, but I remember the fresh cut from three nights ago and decide to cut on my right wrist tonight. I switch the razor to the other hand and slowly lift the other. I feel with my pointer finger of my left hand while grasping the razor with my other fingers. Once I feel a fresh spot where I haven't cut I gently put the razor up to that part of my wrist. With a quick flick and a second of waiting blood starts to trickle down my arm. I sigh with content as i set the razor back down and turn over on my side. Now, I can rest peacefully."Tyler." A familiar voice calls out to me from the darkness between sleep and wake. "Tyler it's time to wake up. Dear." I slowly blink my eyes open. Out of nowhere A sharp pain stings my cheek. "I said get your ass up!" I quickly hop off the cot and bring a hand up to my stinging cheek. "Y-yes mother. I'm awake." My mother seems pleased with my reaction. She studies my face for a moment then her eyes trail down to my right wrist. They linger there for moment longer until she sees me twitch from her gaze. Her head snaps up and she slaps me again."What the hell is wrong with you? You dumb piece of shit!"After I recover from the blow I stand up straight again and look at mother while she yells at me. I can smell the reek of liquor on her breath and i turn my head away from the rank scent. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I slowly turn my gaze to her and stare at her with raging fires of pure hatred in my eyes, For a moment she looks startled, but before I can be sure she clears her throat and points to the stairs. "Go clean yourself up."I hurriedly oblige and run up the stairs. When I get to my room my brother is waiting for me in the doorway. I put my arm behind my back and try to push past him. It's no use. He doesn't budge. My frail and highly underweight body amounts to nothing against his military strengthened muscular build. He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. "Ty, why do you do this to yourself?" His light brown puppy dog eyes are heavy with emotion. I flinch from his gaze and study the floor. "Ty, I told you not to do that." He says it in a teary way that demands my attention. I tilt my head up to look at him. "You wouldn't understand, Lucas. You haven't seen the way mother acts when your not here. You haven't seen how fast the alcohol goes to her head. Your never here anymore." I choke out the last words and try to keep a sob from shaking my body. "Aw, I"m sorry, Ty. I didn't mean to upset you." He holds his arms open for a hug and I fall into them like the pathetic heap I am. "There, there, Ty. Let it all out. I'm here now." My brother holds me while I cry, letting me stain his shirt with snot and tears.Once I calmed down and my sobs are just small hiccups he tells me to get ready for school. I nod and rush into my room.After my shower I throw on a Black turtle neck sweater and a pair of baggy jeans that used to fit me. I pull up my right arm sleeve and inspect last night's cut. The cut is still open but no blood comes out. I spend a moment more inspecting the cut. The raw inside of the cut is dark pink and the edges of the cut are wrinkly from my shower. I wrinkle my nose at the unsavory color and press a band-aid onto the cut."Are you sure you wanna go to school today, Ty?" Lucas stares at me with a furrowed brow. "You don't have to go today. I could go in there and get you dismissed from classes today. Only if you want me to."The offer sounds tempting, but I really care about my education. I shake my head. "But, thank you anyway. I'll call you if I need to be picked up." He nods and waves goodbye to me as I walk up to the school. I let out a soft sigh and walk up the stairs to the heavy double doors. Once inside I immediately catch a glimpse of Dylan, my bully. Before I can look away he notices me staring and casts a smirk that has more meaning behind it then it seems. A shiver crawls up my spine and makes me get goosebumps. I turn away from Dylan and start walking to my first period Literature class.I'm halfway there to my class when I run into someone. "Ah, shi- My bad." A deep melodic voice says. I look up and see Leon, the school"s pride and joy. Rich, handsome, and extremely confident. A little over confident if you ask me.I look into his deep blue eyes for a second longer as if in a trance. Leon looks down at me too and smiles. I blink my eyes and shake my head snapping out of my trance. There's something hypnotic about those deep-ocean colored eyes. "N-no, it's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going." When I look back up at him his gaze trails along with mine. He studies my face and his features turn from smiley to concerned. "Um, you've got something on your cheeks," He lifts a hand up to point at them and I flinch from his sudden yet graceful movement. I suddenly remember when mother slapped me this morning. "Oh, That's nothing. I-I've got to go." I turn and run around the corner to the nearest restroom.Looking in the mirror I see my pale cheeks and the hand prints contrasting terribly with my skin. Why didn't Lucas tell me about this? I turn on some cold water and cup my hands under the faucet. I slowly bring the water up to my face and rinse it. I fumble around for a paper towel to dry my face with, but I don't feel any. I groan and lift the bottom of my sweater up to my face. I shiver as the cold bathroom air hits the bruises on my abdomen. I hear a gasp and something shatter to the floor. I swivel around and let my sweater drop back into place. Standing in the doorway is Leon and on the floor is a broken jar of foundation. I stare at him in horror and hope to God he didn't see the bruises.

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Depressingly Rich {Chapter One}

The basement is freezing tonight. My thin ripped sheet only covers my frail shoulders and upper chest. Mother has made me sleep in the basement. Again. I inhale a lung-full of stale air and let out a deep sigh.I reach under the wobbly cot and grasp a razor I hid there ages ago. I hold the small rectangle of metal above my face.I can't see in the pitch-black of the basement, but that doesn't stop me from being able to recall every single detail of the aged and rusted metal. I remember the patterns of the rust, and the splotches where my old and dried blood mixes with it.I lift my left wrist up to cut, but I remember the fresh cut from three nights ago and decide to cut on my right wrist tonight. I switch the razor to the other hand and slowly lift the other. I feel with my pointer finger of my left hand while grasping the razor with my other fingers. Once I feel a fresh spot where I haven't cut I gently put the razor up to that part of my wrist. With a quick flick and a second of waiting blood starts to trickle down my arm. I sigh with content as i set the razor back down and turn over on my side. Now, I can rest peacefully."Tyler." A familiar voice calls out to me from the darkness between sleep and wake. "Tyler it's time to wake up. Dear." I slowly blink my eyes open. Out of nowhere A sharp pain stings my cheek. "I said get your ass up!" I quickly hop off the cot and bring a hand up to my stinging cheek. "Y-yes mother. I'm awake." My mother seems pleased with my reaction. She studies my face for a moment then her eyes trail down to my right wrist. They linger there for moment longer until she sees me twitch from her gaze. Her head snaps up and she slaps me again."What the hell is wrong with you? You dumb piece of shit!"After I recover from the blow I stand up straight again and look at mother while she yells at me. I can smell the reek of liquor on her breath and i turn my head away from the rank scent. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I slowly turn my gaze to her and stare at her with raging fires of pure hatred in my eyes, For a moment she looks startled, but before I can be sure she clears her throat and points to the stairs. "Go clean yourself up."I hurriedly oblige and run up the stairs. When I get to my room my brother is waiting for me in the doorway. I put my arm behind my back and try to push past him. It's no use. He doesn't budge. My frail and highly underweight body amounts to nothing against his military strengthened muscular build. He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. "Ty, why do you do this to yourself?" His light brown puppy dog eyes are heavy with emotion. I flinch from his gaze and study the floor. "Ty, I told you not to do that." He says it in a teary way that demands my attention. I tilt my head up to look at him. "You wouldn't understand, Lucas. You haven't seen the way mother acts when your not here. You haven't seen how fast the alcohol goes to her head. Your never here anymore." I choke out the last words and try to keep a sob from shaking my body. "Aw, I"m sorry, Ty. I didn't mean to upset you." He holds his arms open for a hug and I fall into them like the pathetic heap I am. "There, there, Ty. Let it all out. I'm here now." My brother holds me while I cry, letting me stain his shirt with snot and tears.Once I calmed down and my sobs are just small hiccups he tells me to get ready for school. I nod and rush into my room.After my shower I throw on a Black turtle neck sweater and a pair of baggy jeans that used to fit me. I pull up my right arm sleeve and inspect last night's cut. The cut is still open but no blood comes out. I spend a moment more inspecting the cut. The raw inside of the cut is dark pink and the edges of the cut are wrinkly from my shower. I wrinkle my nose at the unsavory color and press a band-aid onto the cut."Are you sure you wanna go to school today, Ty?" Lucas stares at me with a furrowed brow. "You don't have to go today. I could go in there and get you dismissed from classes today. Only if you want me to."The offer sounds tempting, but I really care about my education. I shake my head. "But, thank you anyway. I'll call you if I need to be picked up." He nods and waves goodbye to me as I walk up to the school. I let out a soft sigh and walk up the stairs to the heavy double doors. Once inside I immediately catch a glimpse of Dylan, my bully. Before I can look away he notices me staring and casts a smirk that has more meaning behind it then it seems. A shiver crawls up my spine and makes me get goosebumps. I turn away from Dylan and start walking to my first period Literature class.I'm halfway there to my class when I run into someone. "Ah, shi- My bad." A deep melodic voice says. I look up and see Leon, the school"s pride and joy. Rich, handsome, and extremely confident. A little over confident if you ask me.I look into his deep blue eyes for a second longer as if in a trance. Leon looks down at me too and smiles. I blink my eyes and shake my head snapping out of my trance. There's something hypnotic about those deep-ocean colored eyes. "N-no, it's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going." When I look back up at him his gaze trails along with mine. He studies my face and his features turn from smiley to concerned. "Um, you've got something on your cheeks," He lifts a hand up to point at them and I flinch from his sudden yet graceful movement. I suddenly remember when mother slapped me this morning. "Oh, That's nothing. I-I've got to go." I turn and run around the corner to the nearest restroom.Looking in the mirror I see my pale cheeks and the hand prints contrasting terribly with my skin. Why didn't Lucas tell me about this? I turn on some cold water and cup my hands under the faucet. I slowly bring the water up to my face and rinse it. I fumble around for a paper towel to dry my face with, but I don't feel any. I groan and lift the bottom of my sweater up to my face. I shiver as the cold bathroom air hits the bruises on my abdomen. I hear a gasp and something shatter to the floor. I swivel around and let my sweater drop back into place. Standing in the doorway is Leon and on the floor is a broken jar of foundation. I stare at him in horror and hope to God he didn't see the bruises.

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