This grew from a Drabble Cascade for the word “refex”; A Not Uncommon Addiction. After I’d posted it my plunny decided, wait there’s more and change that sentence. Plunnys can be insistent. So this was created. It’s still (G, m/m), but now it’s (mpreg, demon/human)




Title: A Not Uncommon Addiction (G, demon/human, mpreg)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400


“Caffeine,” I gasped reflexively. “I need caffeine.”

Kyle pushed a mug towards me, sweet coffee’s aroma steaming from it, his finger looped through the handle so I couldn’t make it mine.

“What?” I croaked in confusion.

“There’s a cost.” The smug bastard said giving a small tug to the mug around which my hands were fastened desperately. Kyle stepped to behind me, probably because thwarting my consumption of coffee in the morning is dangerous, pressing the hardness of his body to mine. “Not right now, but after your second cup, Mr. Hyde. I prefer my demons human.”

Sipping, I smiled.

Kyle grinned, “You’d think a demon would be immune to addictions of this sort.”

“Why? Demons are just as prone as others. I’m addicted to you aren’t I,” I tried.

Purring, “Ah, but I’m special,” Kyle returned. “You said so.” He curled his arms around me and humped me a few times but not too energetically because coffee in the morning is a terrible thing to waste. His mug was already washed and air drying in the drainer, my evil beloved bastard who teases in the morning before coffee.

Turn about is only fair. “You are special,” I said with a lilt to my voice before draining my mug and holding it up for more. I waited until the hot nectar was refilled, taking a large sip and moaned. I smiled because Kyle couldn’t help himself. Still holding the coffee carafe high and out of danger, Kyle rubbed himself against me. His hard interested length pressing into my side where I sat on the breakfast barstool. “So special that I need to prove it to you… later. Anticipation lends itself to a little afternoon delight.”

A growl worthy of a demon grew in my consort’s chest, “If you think you are getting out of that door without fucking the hell out of me before you leave …” Kyle stopped and astounded me by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

You have to understand, I’m the demon of this family, Kyle’s the human. He may be big but I’m bigger and heavier and broader. I began to see where this might be leading and made rapid calculations. Yes, the back bedroom would be the right size, far enough away but not too far for hearing and besides they make these monitor spells.

Simply put, Kyle was in heat.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #50 - Gold






Title: Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt :Gold

A cold Welch person wrote: I need cwtchy (warm, snuggly, comforting) Dragon fic! anyone?
For Meep in honor of St. David’s Day.
Follows from this The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*) Drabble Cascade # 51.


It should have felt cold in the inner cave as it was protected from any heat the Sun’s light might have given against the chill February season. Instead there was a moist humid feel of more temperate climes. It wasn’t until he got to the farthest room that Dafydd understood. He knew that dragons loved gold, collected it as their treasure, sometimes at great cost to those that had it and didn’t want to part with it.

Gold should have been just as cold as any metal but Auryn had made the element into a form not easily stolen.

“Actually, I know how cold you find my lair even during the summer. So what do you think? Care to rid yourself of those rags for a spate of cwtching with a warm dragon?”

“My clothing isn’t rags, they’re quite serviceable attire for this time of year,” he objected.

‘Won’t be if you continue to wear them,’ a smug smile promised as a clawed hand reached towards him.

Jumping back and temporarily out of reach, “Alright. Divesting. Disrobing. Getting na…. Eeep.”

Wrapped in the glowing warmth of dragon limbs and tail, like a mouse being cuddled by a larger than normal cat, Dafydd interrupted to the echoing purr, “You know I liked that set of clothes and how am I supposed to stay warm let alone be decently clad when I have to return to my home?”

“Treasure.”

“What?”

“My Treasure is supposed to stay; guarded, safe, cared for, hidden, loved.”

“Ran out of words, did you?” Dafydd cuddled back rubbing against Auryn’s now human body.

“Do I need words when I’ve got you where I want you or will, soon as we recover from my last warming you to the idea of staying.”

“Oh is that what you call fucking someone’s brains out through their ass, warming someone up to an idea?”

“Hmm, melting your brain. All you could do was repeat my name along with a few other words like more and faster and harder.”

“You do realize that I’m not gold that can be liquified into however you want, though recently melted gold does warm up the place.”

“With a bit of effort,” Auryn kissed, nipped and rubbed his lover, “I believe I can create a puddle of Dafydd to fit my needs or rather be fitted to my needs.”

Dafydd moaned, “Try, I might reconsider staying longer.”

FB3X Drabble Cascade #35 - Love



Title: It’s in the Poetry
Author: charisstoma (G)
Word count: 400
Prompt: Love

“Love to me is but a season*,” began the poem Theo read aloud in our reading group and my first inclination was to smile and nod until my mind applied them to my life.

In swirls of panic I asked, why did he pick that poem? Surely leaving the wet towel on the bathroom floor last night for him to find cold and damp under his bare feet in the dark this morning…

Or was it the toothpaste left lidless beside the sink, squeezed from the top? He’d growled. I’d heard him from my cozy nest of blankets.

It probably hadn’t helped that I’d forgotten to set up the coffee maker the night before. That was perhaps the worst of my offenses, for one can deal with anything if they’re smoothed over by fresh hot coffee early in the morning.

On the way home we stopped, me sullenly worried; it’s humiliating to have everyone hear that your lover questions the love between you. Theo wanted to buy some things and he was being secretive. I bought ice cream, a flavor Theo liked.

A cold hand crept into mine on the drive home.

“I’d wished that you’d talked to me about things and not tell it to the world first,” I said.

In a tone of outrage, “I didn’t! What are you talking about? You’re the one sulking like a child!”

“I’m not the one who declared to everyone that my love had cooled towards you, Theo.”

“It hasn’t? But you’ve been …” Theo paused.

I interrupted, “I didn’t mean to leave the towel on the floor or the top off the toothpaste and the tube squeezed from the top instead of the bottom. And I’m sorry about not setting up the coffee maker. I can’t promise it won’t happen again but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you still.”

“I was going to say forgetful, our anniversary, you forgot it. Yes those other things irritate me but not so much that I’d cease to love you. I may not like you very much from time to time but I’ll always love you.” Theo squeezed my hand.

“Then why did you choose that poem to read?”

“It’s short and spoke to me. I’ve plans though, things are going to change. Autumn was coming into our love and I won’t allow it.”

“How?” I grinned.

“Look in the bag,” and Theo smirked.



* http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-ditty-2/
A Little Ditty
O! love to me is but a season –
Seldom does it overstay,
And tho' I pain to seek a reason,
Like the dream, it fades away

To leave me once again in awe
Of how the heart can render raw
In loss of love; but then to soar

Atop anew! – and hail adieu!
To her who fled from chance I gave
To see us wed: Then on,
To court another fairer face –
And lose again in end of chase!

I curse the seasons evermore –
They tease me thro' their metaphor:
Starting fresh, their vigour young,
Yet oversoon, the ditty sung.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011