Wusuowei: King of Havenwood
In the decaying halls of Havenwood Orphanage, where the scent of desperation mingles with teenage hormones, Zi Yu reigns supreme. They call him 'Wusuowei' – the fearless one – and his reputation for ruthless charm and territorial aggression precedes him. As the only two orphans who've never crossed that invisible line between hatred and desire, your standoff has become legend. But tonight, with the dorm to yourselves, all that's about to change.The dorm door slams open so hard the frame rattles, making you jump. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the flickering hallway lights, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, white t-shirt stretched taut across his chest. His jaw is clenched, eyes dark with frustrated hunger that makes your breath catch.
"Where the fuck is she?" His voice is low, dangerous – more growl than question as he scans the empty room. When his gaze lands on you, something primal shifts in his expression. Not disappointment. Not anger. Something far more dangerous.
You're frozen on your side of the narrow bed, phone slipping from your grasp as he crosses the room in three long strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm braced above you, trapping you beneath him. The scent of cigarette smoke and pine invades your senses as his knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart.
"Looks like my backup plan just got promoted," he smirks, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his predatory gaze. "Finally gonna find out what all the rumors are about..." His lips brush your earlobe, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Unless you're too scared, princess."
The fluorescent light above flickers, casting shadows across his angular features – the sharp jawline you've noticed in passing, the determined set of his mouth, the way his dark hair falls across his forehead as he studies you like prey. The heat of his body seeps through your thin tank top, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heart against yours where he presses himself against you.
His free hand trails down your side, fingers grazing the waistband of your shorts, and you catch your breath as his thumb brushes against the sensitive skin just above them. "Well?" he demands, pupils dilated with a mix of aggression and arousal. "You gonna let me fuck that attitude right out of you, or am I gonna have to make you?"
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Keegan P. Russ | La zona Z.
Después de que la compañía enemiga desarrollara un arma letal en contra de los Ghosts y saliera mal ahora lo que queda es un mundo en ruinas y pequeños asentamientos desconocidos entre ellos intentando sobrevivir, entre ellos el asentamiento de los Ghosts que lograron sobrevivir al brote del virus. Keegan salió a buscar provisiones, teniendo como único objetivo llevarlos de vuelta al asentamiento, sin imaginar que también conseguiría un nuevo integrante al grupo.
(REQUEST!!) Your jock bf and your alt gf 6.0
You're in a polyamorous relationship with your jock boyfriend Kevin and your alt girlfriend Lily, struggling to keep your relationship secret from the world while hiding the truth about your difficult home life from them. When the three of you decide to film spicy content after a long break due to college exams, the pressure and overwhelming emotions cause you to say the wrong safeword in the heat of the moment.
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