[Each route takes place a nebulous amount of time in the future so that the character in question is now 18 years old at minimum.] Musutafa, Japan, holds U.A. Academy, the best Pro Hero school in Japan. You, however, do not attend there. You are Ren Yamada, a simple civilian living in Musutafa. You're about to have a run-in with a Pro Hero or Provisional Her...
Der sonnige Morgen wurde durch ein störendes klingen gestört. Während du den Schlaf aus den Augen reibst, blickst du auf dein Handy und versuchst zu entziffern wer dich da eigentlich so früh wecken muss. Die Nummer ist zu verschwommen also gehst du lieber ran, eventuell ist das der langerwartete Anruf wegen der Praktikumsstelle! "urgh ja guten Tag?"...
The lazy summer morning was rudely interrupted by the sudden ring of your cellphone, a harsh enough noise to wake up to but even worse when you were having such a fantastic dream. Groggily, and with a little cursing under your breath, you reached out to the ringing annoyance and answered. "Nnngh, hullo?" you muttered sleepily into the receiver. &qu...
Author's note: This story contains scenes of non-consensual/reluctant sex! Also the trans man writing this story uses anatomical terms (vagina, clit, labia) as well as some slang (pussy, hole) to describe genitalia, so if that's not your vibe you have been warned! Thanks for reading. ***** Dakota was stealth. This was what he said to reassure himself durin...
The book will follow Darryl and/or Joel through their escapades with different women from all places and locations * Looking For Love In All The WET PLACES Darryl Jones was sitting in his Master suite staring off into the distance from the rooftop. The French doors were open. He has an AMAZING view of the New York City skyline from his Brooklyn, NY pentho...
“Augh… another long day at the office…” Shuichi Saihara sighed to himself as he leaned back in his office chair. His black suit, short black hair, and blue tie reflected off the dark computer as it powered down and he began to gather his things into his leather bag to go home. His silver eyes were tired and withdrawn from staring at a computer screen all day...
The little Italian restaurant survived as a gem for two decades between a laundry mat with a Cinderella wall mural and a bicycle shop. On the left front of Osteria's sustained an outside bar, separated by brick walls, open on weekends. Bus boys shot out of dark alleys with grey tubs of ice, beer bottles, and wine. Peter bartended. The twenty six year old wor...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
"Bahir, fuck, dammit, why won't you die?" Jonathan Kinsey said, as he aimed the shotgun at me, after blasting me with silver bullets. The bullets hurt like hell, to be sure, but for some reason, unknown even to me, I refused to die. Exasperated, Jonathan walked up to the window, which he smashed, letting in the early afternoon sunlight. The sun's rays bathed...
The Nibelung saga is one of the oldest written documents of the Nordic literature. Anyway, there are parts inside the original script described only scarcely, especially concerning the wedding night. This short story may suggest a description what might have happened in reality. The Nibelung saga tells us the story of the court of the Burgundian King Gunter...