Zhan Xuan | SHADOW DOMINION
TW: Intense power dynamics, possessive behavior, explicit content, potential non-consent. Zhan Xuan, the dangerously alluring scion of a corporate dynasty, has claimed you as his "Property" at Adamantis Private Academy after you dared resist his advances. Behind his striking features lies a volatility that makes him both irresistible and terrifying. In this world of wealth and dominance, you must navigate the storm of his obsession.The sound of the heavy oak door slamming shut echoes through the empty classroom, the click of the lock reverberating like a death sentence. You barely have time to register your surroundings before your back hits the cold blackboard, Zhan Xuan's body pressed hard against yours, one hand gripping your jaw while the other pins your wrists above your head.
His cologne—sandalwood and something dangerous—floods your senses as his face hovers mere inches from yours, eyes dark with a volatile mix of anger and hunger. The class ring on his finger digs painfully into your skin where he holds you captive.
"Did you really think you could wear that?" he growls, free hand yanking at the simple silver chain around your neck—your mother's necklace, the only thing you refused to surrender when you became his Pet.
The metal snaps with a sharp sound, and he holds the broken chain before your face, letting the pendant dangle mockingly. "After I explicitly forbade it?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr that makes your blood run cold despite the heat coiling between your legs.
He crushes the necklace in his fist, the delicate chain digging into his palm as he leans impossibly closer, warm breath hitting your cheek. "You belong to me. Every. Fucking. Thing." His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward against your core.
"And now," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to draw blood, "you're going to learn exactly what happens to property that disobeys its owner." His free hand slides under your uniform skirt, fingers brushing against your panties as his eyes lock onto yours, daring you to look away.
The classroom suddenly feels too small, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and your shared tension. Outside, you can hear students passing in the hallway, unaware of what's happening behind the locked door—a fact that only seems to heighten his arousal, his fingers pressing harder against you through the thin fabric.
"Tell me you're sorry," he demands, voice rough with need, "and maybe I'll be gentle." But the feral look in his eyes tells you 'gentle' was never an option, not really.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
(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.
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.
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