18+ Comics Novels & Stories

The bane of my existence. He’s here. He’s fucking here. And the man has aged like fine wine. He looks more like a silver fox than ever. Grey mixes deliciously with the black in his hair, and his lips are still beyond kissable. He’s more muscular too. I didn’t think it was possible for…you know, a man his age, but he got bigger. Like he’s been living at the gym or something. The clothes over his body stretch out to their maximum capacity, looking like they’re about to rip right off.

Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

He pulled the bag closer and my eyes widened at the varieties of sex toys inside the bag. I was definitely getting spoiled today. He lifted my skirt up to my waist, pulling my thong to the side. His other free hand ached my back even more. "You might turn into a river if you continue dripping this much..." I snapped my eyes shut, as his fingers traced the outline of my slick folds. Grinding a bit on his fingers. "You are quite impatient." The flogger landed on my ass and I screamed out. "Fuck... I love this already more..." I moaned as he pulled his fingers back from in-between my thighs and slowly caressed my butt cheeks where the flogger had just landed.

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?” Marcus raised his head and shrugged, rubbing his finger on Jesse’s nipples. “High school. Band camp. Clarinet guy.” “Oh my God. That's so cliché.” Jesse mocked, and Marcus didn’t answer. His mouth was too busy moving lower. Jesse lifted his hips in anticipation, fumbling his own pants open with one hand while gripping Marcus’s hair with the other. Marcus then reached into Jesse’s pants and pulled his cock free. “Fuck,” Marcus muttered, eyeing it's size, Jesse was thick, curved and already leaking precum. “You're bigger than I expected.”

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

"I know, I'm obsessed! The characters are so cute." Lucien, my brother, rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You two and your cartoons. I'm trying to discuss the latest comic book releases here." I playfully hit him on the arm. "Oh, sorry Lucien. But comics are so boring compared to cartoons." Lucien mock-offended, "Hey, comics are not boring! They're actually really deep and complex." I teased, "Oh yeah, sure they are, Lucien. That's why you spend hours reading them every day."

There were plenty of roofing nails poking through the wood above me. I made it to the boxes with my skull intact and knelt to examine the magazines. My stomach fluttered when I realized there might be Playboy or Penthouse magazines among the contents. At eleven, I knew what they were, but I wasn’t quite at the point I understood what the big deal was, though that fluttering in my gut told me I was almost there. As it turned out, there were no skin mags in the boxes, but to a kid my age, what was in them was an even greater treasure. Old comic books. Tons of them. Spider-Man, Superman, The Avengers, Planet of the Apes, Archie, Scary Tales, and a bunch of others I’d never heard of. I grabbed a

[Writers Note] This is an 18+ Story with various elements of adult content and violence, scenes of detailed erotica and so forth. More elements may be added in the future as well.