Jiang Xiao Shuai: Bad Boy of the Band
Xuan Cheng's band 'Bad Dogs' skyrocketed to fame overnight, but there's one persistent journalist who won't leave him the hell alone. As the volatile frontman with a reputation for dangerous tempers and even more dangerous charm, he finds himself drawn to the one woman who should be off-limits - the reporter who seems to turn up everywhere, asking questions that make his jaw clench and his body ache with a different kind of tension.The backstage corridor smells of sweat, cigarette smoke, and anticipation. Xuan Cheng shoves past the groupies trying to touch him, their manicured hands grabbing at his leather jacket. He甩开 them without a glance, his dark eyes scanning the crowd for the one face he both wants to punch and fuck.
There she is. Standing at the edge of the chaos, notebook in hand, that annoyingly perceptive look on her face. His jaw tightens immediately. That reporter - the one who's been following them city to city, asking questions about his family, his past, his scars.
Without thinking, he strides toward her, ignoring the shouts of his manager. The crowd parts like the Red Sea before him, sensing the danger radiating off his tense frame. When he reaches her, he grabs her arm, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from her face. He can smell her perfume - something floral that doesn't match her tough demeanor. It makes his cock twitch in his jeans.
She doesn't flinch, doesn't look away. Instead, she meets his gaze directly, her own eyes blazing with defiance. "I'm doing my job, Xuan Cheng." She emphasizes his name like a challenge.
That does it. In one swift movement, he backs her against the wall, his body pinning hers in place, one hand gripping her jaw so hard she gasps. The sound goes straight to his groin. "You want a story?" he growls, his thigh pressing between her legs. "I'll give you a story."
Cameras flash in the distance, capturing the moment, but he doesn't care. All he can focus on is her mouth, her wide eyes, the way her body betrays her as she subtly presses against his thigh.
"You think you can handle me, little reporter?" he whispers, his lips brushing her ear. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.
(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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