Slashfic Leather Novels & Stories

All I see is an empty floor, devoid of life, silent as a grave. I hide on the other side of my bed, using it as a barricade, to some phantom potential intruder. The parchment is of fine quality. Once I really feel it between my fingertips, I know it is not just parchment, but vellum, its fine texture only possible when made with the skins of young lambs. Such an expensive material, the author must be very wealthy, or at least their master is. I hide away, prepared for ambush, as I unfurl the scrap.

The soft whip was made of cowhide, so it had good tensile strength. The whip snapped through the air. Instantly, the skin on Darryl's shoulder slashed open. Blood oozed and dyed his clothes red. He was in pain. He frowned but made no sound. With the protection of the Red Lotus Fayette, that sort of injury was nothing to him. Lukas said, My people handcrafted this soft whip from cowhide. Most people find it difficult to bear. I strongly advise that you don't hold on. What's so bad about helping the barbarians?"

I could see him smile getting bigger. “Is this…” “Yup,” I said. “Inspired by the fantasy outfits in your game. I just took the capes and armor and modernized them. See, this layered skirt has hidden pockets like the thief in the game, and this leather jacket has a dragon scale pattern that changes color when the light hits it.”

"The leather book from the vault. The back pages have the override codes your father used to connect the pack network with the human server. Where is it?" The big silver wolf blurred, changing back into her human form in a sudden flash of amber light. She stumbled a little as her bare feet hit the cold stones. Her breathing was heavy, but her grey eyes were perfectly sharp. She did not have her usual sarcastic smile anymore; she only had the pure focus of an accountant facing a massive loss. She reached into the pocket of my heavy coat, which was lying on the wet ground, and ripped the old ledger open.

The bottom of the bag had heeled leather boots that would come up past my calf. “And I can’t wear heels,” I added, handing the bag back to them. “First of all, it’s not leather. It’s some super stretchy fabric that looks like leather. Secondly, you need this,” Wolf explained patiently. “You’re going to be a personality. Like the WWF fighters. The vest has a hood and a mask. They won’t be able to see your face. We want to call you the Slayer.”

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

The leather was tight, but not painful, and Lilith felt a thrill of excitement run through her. Ruth moved to the other side of the bed, picking up a large, black flogger. It was made of leather and chain, the head glistening with oil. She held it up, her eyes meeting Lilith's. "This is for you," she said, her voice low and husky. Lilith's breath hitched as Ruth pressed the flogger against her skin. She could feel the leather moving against her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Ruth began to move the flogger in circles, the leather moving against her skin.

‘Well,’ Gabriel said slowly, ‘we were going to give this to you for your birthday, but we also thought you might need it now…’ Theo whipped off the white sheet to show a model bodice figure holding and showing off the most beautiful fighting leathers I had ever seen. A black high-neck vest top with soft and breathable cotton, padded with a deep brown corset-style leather overlay to protect the torso with a low V-cut neckline to allow swift movement with no restriction, lined and netted with lace to ensure it would fit perfectly like a second skin; leather trousers matching the leather overlay, it looked like a unique fabric but leather-like. On the floor beside the model bodice were black le

"You need something that walks the line between formal pack Luna and badass biker queen. Elegant but dangerous." "I have ideas." Mara surprises me by volunteering. "I know designers who specialize in leather formalwear. Could make you something perfect." "Really?" I blink at her. "Really." She shrugs, but her eyes are warm. "You're our Luna. You're walking into hostile territory to face your abusive father and his creepy bride. The least I can do is make sure you look fierce doing it." Something tight in my chest loosens. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." She grins. "Wait until you see the designs. I'm thinking silver leather, strategic cutouts, and enough hardware to double as weapons."

“It’s been here longer than any of us. It’s not going to vanish just because we found it.” He held it out to her. When her fingers brushed the leather, it warmed immediately, as if recognizing her touch. She sat back, tucking her legs under her, and hesitated for only a second before opening it. The pages were not like ordinary paper. They were thin, almost translucent, the color of aged parchment but smoother, and when she looked at them, the words didn’t seem printed or written they seemed to form, rising up from the page in soft silver script, shifting and rearranging themselves as if waiting for her attention.