Hey y’all. Just a short story I wrote about an assassin killing women in a Hotel. Enjoy!



“Fucking idiots.” I thought to myself as I paid the driver of my taxi and exited out into the rain slicked sidewalk in front of the hotel.

A few hours ago some amateurs had been paid to rob a scientists hotel room and steal a vaccine formula. The details were unimportant to me. But they revealed on their return that they had neglected to erase the security tapes and now their whole operation was at risk. Now I had to go back to the hotel at 2 in the morning and fix their fuck up.

“Assholes!” I said to myself as I walked into the hotel. The lobby was quite fancy I had to admit. The kind of place I usually stayed at on my ‘business trips.’ And the early morning turned out to be a convenient time because the lobby was empty besides a young blonde desk clerk who had her nose in a book. Christi was the name on her name tag I noticed as I got closer. I also noticed other little details. The freckles dotted along her concentrating face. The eye glasses resting on her nose. She was quite adorable. She also noticed me at the last minute and jumped almost out of her chair.

“I’m sorry to have startled you miss.” I smile charmingly.

The surprised girl looked up at me with wide eyes, momentarily unable to speak. And I’ll be fair to her. My all black attire of a trench coat, jean pants, boots, leather gloves, and the dark tinted sunglasses I was wearing indoors at night, along with my short blonde Mohawk meant I probably wasn’t the type of person she was expecting this time of night. After a few seconds of staring she snapped out of her stupor.

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My first story in a while, feels good to be writing again. This is only the first part, more action to follow soon. The story is set in something very similar to Edward Hyde's Sidney's universe. How similar depends on how well he reacts to me stealing his ideas! But yeah, big thanks to Squunch, Ellen and Edward Hyde for inspiring me to write again. Comments and critique are very welcome!

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Chapter 1

Frank could see the three girls from a mile away, they were just what he was looking for. Eager to get their attention when they would eventually walk past him, he quickly ended his conversation with the young woman he had been talking to for the last couple of minutes. Frank was sitting at a table out on the street, and above the table there was a big sign, saying “MEATGIRLS WANTED” in big, bold letters. The sign had worked excellently so far and he prayed to all the gods for it to work just one more time. If it did, his boss would be very pleased and the promotion he had been seeking just might be within reach.

As the girls slowly approached Frank eyed them from a distance, confirming what he had known by instinct when he first spotted them: they were strikingly beautiful. Appearing to be about thirteen, they were clad in sports bras and tight leggings showing off their developing bodies. They carried small bags clad with Nike and Adidas logos, and it was obvious that they were on their way to or from some kind of sports activity. This was further backed up by their slim, well-proportioned bodies. The leftmost among them was a mulatto sporting wild, frizzy dark hair half-tamed by a bright green hairband. The girl on the right flank was the complete opposite, light blonde with tidy, straight hair that graced her shoulders elegantly as she walked. Her skin was lightly tanned, giving her skin a healthy glow. Frank was thinking of girl roast already. The blonde was also an inch taller than the other two, who Frank guessed would come in at roughly 5 feet.

The girl in the middle was something else though. She had long, red, wavy hair that flowed all the way to the small of her back. Her face was absolutely stunning, and she had the fairest, smoothest skin Frank had ever seen. To top it all off she had covered her lush lips with rose red lipstick. Many looks and glances were cast her way as she walked down the street, and from the way she behaved she didn’t seem to mind it one bit. The ginger girl also had the biggest Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Consensual Genocide Run: An Undertale Story

This work consists of five chapters.
Ch. 1 - The Ruins of Toriel
Ch. 2 - Undyne Dying
Ch. 3 - Snuffing Muffet
Ch. 4 - Breaking Alphys's Toy
Ch. 5 - Chara, the First Slut

Chapter 1 - The Ruins of Toriel

(exposition, cons, de-breasting, meat grinder, furry)

Amongst the flowers, you wake.

Around you, golden blooms stretch up towards the crack of light from whence you fell, their soft stalks forming the cushion that had spared you. The light, sweet scent of them surrounds you, and you sit up slowly, petals tumbling from your hair as you look about. The little cavern you are in has little of interest, save the patch of flowers, but a tunnel hewn into the rock leads off, promising a potential escape.

Not remembering why or how you had fallen, you spend a moment seated in that circle of life, fingers curled in the grass and stems while you try to adjust to these strange new surroundings. Eventually, you decide you won't figure out anything by just staying in one place, and stand to explore the passageway.

Promisingly, the entrance into the next cavern is shaped into an ornate archway, the dark stone carved into columns topped by a sigil you don't recognize. Inside, you find another flower, all alone in another beam of light.

Interested by this oddity, you crouch down to inspect it more closely. Stroking the petals, you realize that the florets in the center form a distinct visage, the fuzzy flesh of the inner flower bulb looking like a faintly smirking face. Just as you move to touch it, aiming to discern whether it is real or a product of head trauma, it opens its eyes, and speaks.

"Howdy! I'm FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER!" It grins amiably up at you, stalk wriggling. Nonplussed, you stare back at it, unsure how to respond to the talking flora.

Unperturbed, it continues cheerfully. "You don't know this, but you and me are a lot alike! Hee hee hee..." Suddenly, the shape of Flowey's face changes, becoming a grotesque grin with wide, hollow eyes. "We both take pleasure in hurting, and twisting people to our will... Don't ask how I know." In a blink, its turns back into the cheerful, cute little expression you first saw.

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Marinette Volunteers
Tags: Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Exhibitionism, Enthusiastic Consent, Cannibalism, Snuff, Food Porn, Complete.
All characters herein are 18 or older.

After learning that this will be Adrien's first birthday without his mother, Marinette decides to do something special to make sure it's a happy one and volunteers to become the refreshments.

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“Adrien!” Marinette called out after class to get the boy's attention. She'd always felt so nervous around him, but now that she had a reason to talk to her crush it was just so much easier!

“Marinette!” Adrien greeted her with a smile. “What's up?”

Marinette flushed, it was still wonderful being greeted by him, just talking to the blond always brightened her day! But she had a purpose for this conversation. It was important; so she couldn't devolve into a useless nervous lump the way she always did.

Marinette took a deep breath and firmed herself for what she had to do. “I wanted to ask about your party preparations; how you want the food done…” Marinette blushed.
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Last family cookout.
Gore/incest/dolcette

Jennifer was born premature. On the upside, this made the Puerto Rican beauty tight, short, and a little younger looking than she was. She had a petite frame with c cup tits and slender hands.

The downside was that it made her nearly blind, and at age 19 she still had never held a single job, which made her a bit of a burden on her large poor family.

Growing up in America with a Puerto Rican family, even she found some of her family customs odd. None more than the large expensive barbeque her family threw every year with whole pigs on a giant barbeque grill. But this year she thought they had come to their senses because her father kept asking if she was excited for her last family barbeque.

The day came and she was the last to join the family in the back yard. When she came out she noticed that the barbeque was open but unlit, when food should already be being made. Her family fell silent.

Her father aproached and spoke gently. "Jennifer, I love you, but you are 19 now and unable to help the family financially. I talked with your boyfriend and he can't afford to move you out soon enough. So we're going to have to bring back a family tradition we haven't done since my sister long before you were born."

Jennifer was confused. First to see her boyfriend David there. Then at the mention of an aunt she didn't know about.

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G/rape/incest

Note: Just getting back into writing erotica and first time going this dark. My style is short and to the point when it comes to erotic writing. I hope you can still enjoy this dungeons and dragons themed series

Heading into a cold autumn wind, the posse known as "Hells Rebuke" rode hard for the keep of Lord Brideguard.

Only the burlap sacks hanging from their horses bled more than their still healing wounds as they approached the gates of the keep. In spite of their pain the feeling of triumph so saturated the party that one could almost feel it wafting from them as they rode by.

At the head of the pack was a human named Amon. An assassin by trade, he found his calling at the ripe age of 15. After repeatedly raping the butcher’s daughter, he realized she would not be silent about what he had done. So, he choked her to death, while giving her one last hump, and found that killing got him even harder than fucking. When her body was discovered he delivered his condolences to her father while wearing the beauty’s head like a cod piece in his pants. He soon relived himself of his parents and went into business as a murderer for hire.

Next in line was the Dragonborn Sorcerer, Kilrash. Kicked out of Draufsorth academy after it was discovered that he had created a secret chamber in the school and filled it with families, which he charmed into massive familial orgies. He had a special fetish for fucking human girls, removing their charm, and then watching their father and brothers rape her until she was bred and swollen.

Lastly was Aego, the Elven Ranger. He had lived all 100 years of his life before joining Rebuke wandering the wilds. There wasn’t a wilderness, couldn’t navigate at and survive in. Unfortunately for those that did get lost in his domain, if they were an attractive woman of any race, they wouldn’t make it home undefiled.

They slowed as they entered the open gate and dismounted in the courtyard. A line of peasants went from just inside the structure that held the Lord’s great hall, well down the road leading to the gate. They pulled the bloody sacks from their saddles and proceeded past the line to more than a few swears and jeers.
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It was impossible for Paula to not feel at least a little nervous, this being her first visit to the mortality section of the yoga studio. She'd heard that it was a life-changing experience, a grounding in reality that gave you a true appreciation for the here and now, and lately she had begun to feel like that was something she really needed.

Immediately she took note of the drastic change in decor, where the rest of the studio was carpeted floors and tall windows, this room was cold and sterile like a hospital ward. Cushioned walls, stark lighting, and a pale woman in a long plastic lab coat. Whose expression was pleasant and welcoming, but her eyes had a crazed and predatory look to them, darting back and forth across Paula's body, drinking it all in.

"Hello, I'm Prill, I assume you're here for the Mortality experience?"

"I'm Paula, and yes, I just don't think yoga's cutting it anymore."

Prill's eyes darted up and down, and her head twitched subtly.

"Well then, you'll need to take your shoes off and sit on the floor here."

Paula obliged, prying off her footwear and sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, Prill slowly began to circle her.

"Breathe deeply and calmly. Close your eyes. Clear your thoughts."

She found it difficult to follow Prill's instructions, adrenaline flooded every inch of her body, she focused on breathing. She knew the rest would come naturally. Her breasts gently rose and fell, as her knuckles turned white from clutching her knees. Paula focused on the darkness inside her eyelids, letting her mind mirror that seeming emptiness, the only sound was the barely audible squeak of Prill's footsteps.

"Breathe Paula. Exhale, and blow away all your tension."

Suddenly Paula felt a light string fall around her neck, and she was uncontrollably getting on her feet, her eyes were glued shut, and she hadn't even noticed that Prill had stopped moving.

"Paula, why can't you breathe?"

She felt Prill's ice cold hand on her face and flinched, the string instantly tightened, like a vice around her neck, the air was forced from her lungs and she swatted desperately at her noose as it slowly begun to lift her into the air. Her eyes were open now, and Prill was staring up at her with an almost childlike look of wonder, tarnished by a vile undercurrent of lust.

"Why can't you breathe?"

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Spoiler Alert: Does not involve ACTUAL Cosplayers. The title is a means of having an all-inclusive mutliverse of characters to choose from. Some of you may remember my VGBabes vs. The Legions of the Undead series. This is the reboot of that. If you'd like to help choose who shows up in it and get other bonus goodies, feel free to check out my Patreon page: patreon.com/DeathstalkerLives. Beyond that, enjoy the mayhem!

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CosplayBabes vs. The Legions of the Undead

By Deathstalker

Chapter One: Hermoine Granger

The sprawling city had been a bustling hive of vibrant life once upon a time. That all ended with a single snap of the Omni’s fingers. Over eight million people died in an instant. In another instant, a vast majority of them came back, possessed by an ancient evil. All memories of their former lives vanished, replaced by the primal urges to feed and mate. The Omni looked upon the newly formed Necropolis and smiled, knowing it would make a perfect arena for countless playthings to amuse him. As the hordes of living dead shuffled their way through the city’s streets, eagerly seeking out anything they might be able to fuck or feed on, the Omni turned its attention away from its playground and focused on the limitless choice of potential toys to be broken and devoured for its amusement.

The sheer number of options would have left a lesser being reeling with nausea, but the Omni craved the freedom of ultimate power. It had long ago learned to let its mind wander aimlessly, operating largely on whims and instincts instead of conscious choice. The Omni’s choice may not have been truly random, but it might as well have been. A swirling mass of a million different forms formed within its consciousness, gradually filtering down to a single entity. She was young, but possessed an impressive intelligence. The magical blood flowing through her veins gave her strength enough to not be utterly helpless against the Legions of the Undead. The Omni learned every detail of Hermoine Granger’s life in a single instant. And in another instant, it plucked the young woman out of her reality and dumped her into the Necropolis.

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This thread will contain stories involving preteen girls being killed; mostly outright murder, although there will be a few consent and suicide stories.

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My first story is response to a prompt /RP/.

President's Daughter

Patricia Viktorinova believes she is on her way home from violin lessons. She is only nine, with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, and President Alexander Viktorinov's only daughter and youngest child. Patricia is also her daddy's favorite, as well as the favorite of the staff he hired to look after his children; she is well-behaved and polite, unlike her brothers. Everyone tends to spoil the little lady, and because of that she has developed an unusually high level of trust towards them. When her chauffeur, even though her father only hired him two months ago, turns down the wrong street Patricia she is too busy devouring the unusually large tin of chocolate chip cookies and tall cup of chocolate milk Mister Levchenko brought her, while watching a cartoon on her smartphone, to notice; the idea that she could be in danger while in the presence of a man her loving father entrusted with her safe transportation never crosses her mind. She falls asleep soon, with the half-eaten tin of cookies and phone sliding to the floor, without serious thought as to why she is not at home on time.


For almost two hours Viktor Levchenko drives, leaving the city and into a more rural part of the country. A fat lump seems to form in the back of his throat and swells up several times as his destination grows closer. Viktor wonders how such a wonderful and beautiful child could have been created by a man such as the President. If she could be given to a loving family, perhaps in another country… but she is too old for that to work. And the mission he was given by the Peace Restoration Force is not to give the child of a dictator a better home, but to make that dictator take notice of their pleas. He needs to know that he and his family are not safe from the People's wrath. His thoughts turn to his own daughter, who starved to death as the President wasted unnecessary resources on this hopeless war with the European Federation.


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I did a collab with BCGuro this time ^^ His pics for the story are over here: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=76616289
This story was uploaded a week earlier to my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Bringing Down a Raccoon

After the attempted assassination of princess Melty Melromarc - by her own bodyguards! -the Shield Hero’s party was left both surprised and confused. Why would the royal knights attack the girl? Whatever their reason, Naofumi knew that it was probably the doing of the pink-haired bitch that was Melty’s older sister. Still… What was going to happen next? He needed more information to proceed. Still, it’d be better not to just charge straight into one of the nearby towns and demand an explanation. So, instead of that, he decided that sending Raphtalia off to scout the situation would be for the best - certain that his raccoon demi-human companion would easily be able to handle the situation, no matter what happened.

With her master ordering her to go on a scouting mission, Raphtalia was more than happy to do just that. She was his sword - wherever he directed her, she’d go. Just in case, she had put on a long, red hood and a cape - being cautious was never going to hurt. Going into the village, she was able to tell quickly, just how good a decision it was. On the board near the entrance there already were wanted posters for her, Filo and master Naofumi. Fortunately, the guards didn’t really check her as she got in. There seemed to be a gathering of people at the village’s main square - so she headed for that. There were some soldiers in front of the crowd - one of them holding a magical sphere. The sphere projected an image in the air - a display of what had happened during Melty’s attempted assassination. Except… It was different from what really happened. During the battle, she and her friends held back - and she also had the impression that the soldiers weren’t trying their hardest either. But in this projection, it was much different. No, instead both she, and Filo, and even master Naofumi were all outright killing those soldiers! With plenty of blood flying in the air, Raphtalia watched as she herself moved in the projection with a crazed smilPost too long. Click here to view the full text.