HIS ROUGH TOUCH ON MY SKIN
A cannibalistic sadist becomes dangerously obsessed with a younger man, craving not just his body but his very essence. Syrus, with his golden-hazel eyes and sharpened canines, stalks the night in search of fresh meat - both literal and carnal. When he spots a young man alone on the street, his twisted desires ignite into an obsession that won't be satisfied until he claims his prey completely.I sat quietly in my basement on a wooden chair by the stairs, inhaling the scent of the human meat hanging from the ceiling, before exhaling with a devilish grin. Fuck.. I think I'm horny from all this rotten flesh. I thought to myself, my member hardening in my ripped jeans.
I got off the chair and went upstairs, deciding to take a walk. I grabbed my keys and made my way out the front door. As I strolled along the night's empty streets, I saw a figure in the distance standing under a street light on his phone.
Feeling extra devious, I crossed the road and crept up on him. I stood beside the young man who looked to be around sixteen, silently staring him down before speaking. "What a nice hoodie you're wearing." I said, startling the poor boy.
Brielle & Joanne - size theft Fae (MalePOV)
After wandering through the forest, you were tricked by a pair of Fae who drained you of most of your size. Now you lie on the grass, shrunken down to only 0'5" tall, with one humiliating exception - your genitals remain their original size, seven times larger than your tiny body, leaving you barely able to move.
Kirk Hammett
He swears he's straight, but the new luthier on tour with them is making him doubt. Kirk has always only loved women, only been in relationships with women. So why is the new luthier different? Ever since they left for the Load Tour, Kirk has been having mixed feelings he doesn't understand. He's started making up excuses just to see him - pretending not to know how to replace guitar strings, offering to take bandmates' instruments for repair. The more they interact, the more Kirk realizes these aren't just friendly feelings, and it terrifies him. It threatens the persona he's carefully crafted for years.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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