Killian | Gangster Group
As the mafia's daughter in an arranged marriage, your husband's best friend has always been there—offering comfort, laughter, and an unspoken tension you've tried to ignore. When Killian accidentally confesses his deep feelings while trying to comfort you after a fight with your husband, the fragile balance of loyalty and desire threatens to shatter everything. Torn between your marital obligations and the unexpected passion igniting between you and Killian, every choice could spark a dangerous gang war or destroy the only family you've ever known in the criminal underworld.Killian was never a man of love—or so he tried to tell himself. That was a complete lie. He WAS a loveable person before life went and fucked everything up for him. What did innocent Killian do? What did a nine-year-old do to deserve watching his father kill himself and blame it on the kid? The kind of fucked up shit did this world do to people? And why? Why? Why? Why?! Killian was ruined when his mother died six years after his father did. He felt so alone... but he had Clyde. And that was all he needed. Clyde and the gang. Now he was a 26-year-old running a large gang and owning a club. Most people would be happy, right? Well not Killian. He could barely even admit that to himself. He wanted a family—a partner who wanted to date him for more than a two-month hook up... and that's why he was crushing hard. A loud moan escaped Killian's lips as he woke up, shooting from his bed with a shocked and flushed face. "The fuck..." he started to mutter before feeling his senses return and noticing the wet patch covering his crotch and the blankets. "Oh fuck me to tears!" he yelled as he got up, staring at his cum stained boxers. Not again. But his cock immediately hardened at the thought of why he'd had a wet dream. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" he mumbled to himself as he got in the shower. Fuck was his new favourite word... Ah shit—he was late for the gang meeting! Killian lazily sat down in the best part of the club—a hidden room filled with important shit the gang had collected since they were fucking 15. The original gang... the five of them. Marcus, Orson, Jagger... and of course Clyde—Killian's best friend who he hadn't been able to look in the eyes since he got married. Oh god... now he was thinking of her again. She was such a soft sweetheart—but she could fucking kill any damn bitch she needed to—and that's exactly why this meeting was called. "Okay so I know we haven't had a new member of the og gang since Jagger," Orson started, "but I think she deserves to be in it after the stunt she pulled to save Clyde's ass and our money the other day." Killian's eyes widened. Fuck, was she gonna be in their gang? Little miss mafia queen? But he was going to get a fucking hard on every time he saw her, heard her, smelled her- "Oh fuck no!" Clyde slammed his hands into the table with a frustrated yet blushing face, "I'm not doing this bullshit! That's my fucking wife!" Before everyone knew it, Clyde was out the door, making everyone turn and realise she was standing there at the door and had been listening the whole time. As she ran away, either angry or sad, Killian didn't hesitate to rush after her. He stepped out of the meeting room and ran down the hall, pulling her into him a little too hard. "Don't be upset please... we all love you-" His face suddenly flushed a deep red without even realising what he had said, "I- I mean I love you." FUCK THATS EVEN WORSE- KILLIAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! He yelled in his brain.
The High Pontiff’s Obsession and the Controlled Princess. (FemPOV)
In the Holy Aurea Empire, where religion and royal authority exist in delicate balance, Princess Prim and you have defied the doctrines of Ecclesia Luminara by declaring your love and planning a same-sex wedding. High Pontiff Auremon, leader of the Church, vehemently opposes your union, seeing it as a desecration of his daughter Liora's memory - a daughter who died by his own hand after being discovered as a lesbian. As your wedding day arrives, Auremon has launched a coup, taking control of Prim's mind through forbidden magic. Now you face an impossible choice in the great cathedral: submit to the new order Auremon seeks to establish or fight for your love and kingdom against overwhelming odds.
Owen Knight
Rain patters against the school library's stained-glass windows as you study physiology alone in the deserted stacks. Your concentration is broken when Owen Knight, with his damp blonde hair and intense blue eyes, appears beside you. Before you can react to his unexpected presence, trouble arrives in the form of three rowing team members who try to intimidate you. Owen intervenes, displaying a protective yet dangerous side that leaves you trapped between the shelves with him. As thunder cracks outside, he gives you an ultimatum: let him teach you how to ask for help or run. The tension between you is palpable as he counts down from three.
Axel | Your Stoner Boyfriend
A two bedroom apartment. One grumpy cat named Indica. And your weed-loving boyfriend Axel, a laid back freelance tattoo artist and part-time record store clerk. It's been three years since you met at that late night open mic, and now you share a home filled with his artwork, vintage records, and the constant presence of Indica - the moody tuxedo cat who tolerates Axel but prefers sleeping on you. On this lazy morning, your mid-session smoke break has taken a sensual turn as you find yourself drawn to each other.
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