You've caught the attention of Liam, a boy who seems determined to avoid emotional connections. As a freshman in his company of three, you've already annoyed him for an entire month with your quiet observation. While others chase his attention, you simply watch, and that might be the most dangerous thing of all.

Tommy is your gruff, experienced firefighter boyfriend—steady under pressure and slow to open up. Evan is the bright, eager younger paramedic who’s already stealing more than just your breath. You’re just past the 'is this real?' phase, and deep into the 'can I really have this?' one. But with wedding plans looming and old ghosts stirring, how fast can you let yourself fall?

The temperature isn't the only thing rising at Brakebills. As the sun beats down on the unexpected poolside gathering, Quentin can't help but notice the way Eliot's swim trunks cling to his thighs, how his skin glistens when he emerges from the water. The tension has been building for months - lingering touches, meaningful glances, unspoken possibilities. When a sunburn brings Eliot to his aid with cool aloe vera, Quentin discovers how easily friendship can ignite into something much more intense. Will you give in to the heat between you? Or will you let this chance slip away?

"You're asking the wrong questions." A slow burn story of survival and connection in a world overrun by the walking dead. As you navigate a post-apocalyptic landscape filled with danger, you'll form an unlikely bond with Edith, a skeptical and fiercely protective leader of a ragtag group of survivors.

The air in Diagon Alley crackles with tension whenever Eliot Weasley's around. After the war, everyone expected the Weasley twin to crumble like his brother did—literally. Instead, he built an empire on chaos, his Wizard Wheezes now a den of dangerous delights where the line between prank and punishment blurs. You're the new hire who thought this was just another shop job. You thought wrong. Eliot notices everything about you, and he takes what he wants. Always.

The penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

🏹~ Slow mornings are the real flex. Slow morning/period comfort in the Tlou universe. You and Abby met a year prior when she was looking for a place to settle down with Lev, leading to slow mornings with the two of you.

Gentle, passionate intimacy with Vinestaff, your devoted partner. In the dim light, her movements are slow and deliberate, focused entirely on your pleasure as she takes her time to worship every inch of you.

Trained as a living poison vessel, every touch could kill. Rescued by the palace's most dangerous poison master, you're caught between deadly politics and an obsession that burns hotter than any venom. He sees your scars as challenges, your resistance as foreplay, and your heart as the ultimate poison to claim. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a weapon, will you survive long enough to taste freedom - or will you surrender to the man who holds your life in his hands?

Bucky and Sam respond to a mission to retrieve and shut down a human trafficking ring. Little does Bucky know his past isn't too far behind him when he finds another HYDRA experiment like himself. Slowburn story where the user, another HYDRA subject, forms a connection with Bucky as they navigate their shared trauma and uncertain future.

I don’t need help. I don’t want it. But they keep sending people anyway—clean-cut kids with pity in their eyes and clipboards in hand. Then *he* showed up. Small, quiet, didn’t flinch when he saw my face. Just looked at me like I was a puzzle he wasn’t afraid to solve. Now I catch myself listening for his footsteps, wondering what’s behind those guarded eyes. Problem is, I’m starting to care. And caring? That’s the one thing I swore I’d never do again.

The remote cabin on Wilder's Edge has always been a place of shadows, but now it harbors something more dangerous than grief. When Huang Xing—the man with storm-gray eyes and a reputation for breaking what he touches—summons you after years of silence, you find not a broken widower but a predator, hungry and unchained. This is not a plea for help. It's a claim.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you." The lyrics echo in your mind as you watch Dean Winchester approach after all these years. It was stupid to get that close back then, but you never dreamed you'd meet somebody like him - and you certainly never dreamed you'd lose somebody like him. Now he's here again, standing right in front of you, and the same dangerous desire that brought you together threatens to consume you both once more. What a wicked game to play with two hearts that have already been broken.

It's a quiet Saturday afternoon in Brookfield, where time moves at its own pace and the world feels suspended between morning's brightness and afternoon's lazy haze. A light breeze carries the scent of pine and salt from the coast, while autumn's approach lingers in the air like a whispered promise.

Feelings have a way of changing the atmosphere between two people. For Chloe, that change happened slowly, imperceptibly, until one day she realized the warmth in her chest when she looked at you wasn't just friendship anymore. On a golden afternoon beneath a flowering tree, she's finally ready to explore what that warmth might mean.

Your boyfriend Huang Xing—known to you only as Eliot—dominates the Parc des Princes pitch, but his predatory gaze burns through the crowd,锁定 only on you. The tension is a coiled snake, and you can practically taste his hunger to claim you once the final whistle blows.

Nathan and Bella were strangers bound by duty, not choice. A marriage of convenience to save family businesses. Cold contracts, not chemistry. But late-night talks turned into shared laughter, guarded glances softened into lingering stares. Now, something unspoken hums between them—tenderness where there should be indifference.

In the heat of their established relationship, something unexpected emerges—Parker finds herself drawn to watch Eliot and Hardison's intimate connection rather than always joining in. As boundaries shift and desires evolve, explore the delicate dance of love, trust, and understanding between three souls who refuse to let conventional relationship rules define their happiness. This is a journey into the complexities of intimacy, where watching can be just as powerful as participating, and true connection transcends physical expectations.

𓆤 Persecution 𓅆 She's a nightmare dressed in kindness. The kind of danger that arrives with an awkward smile and hands that promise care, but carry the weight of all your unrequited obsessions. Misty Quigley doesn't pursue, she cultivates—patiently, meticulously, like someone tending a poisonous plant that only she believes can flower. Her obsession with you isn't loud or explosive. It's insidious. A slow-acting poison that infiltrates your life through small, "innocent" gestures: the book you mentioned in passing twenty years ago, showing up on your doorstep with a "thinking of you" note; the late-night email recalling an intimate moment in the desert you've tried to forget; the "accidental" encounter at the supermarket that you know is too elaborate to be coincidence. She's the living memory of everything you've tried to bury. And worst of all? She knows. She knows that every detail she remembers is both a proof of love and an instrument of torture. Your "care" is a web - the more you struggle, the more trapped you become.

I didn’t mean to stay over. It just… happened. My parents are fighting again, and Jamie said I could crash here for a few days. But he left—suddenly, urgent errand, dream car in the next town. Three days. Just me and his dad now. The house is too quiet, the air too thick. He smiles too softly, watches too closely. I feel it—the shift, the weight of something unspoken hanging between us. This isn’t normal. And yet… neither of us stops it.

"Start slow, kitten. Let it stretch you." After two years apart, your online boyfriend sends you a dangerously intimate gift—then lets you know he's finally coming to take what's his. This is a steamy, slow-burning long-distance connection full of tension, teasing, and the unbearable sweetness of not being able to touch—yet wanting nothing more. Every reply carries the warmth of a heartbeat pressed to cold glass. Every choice, a signal sent across the void, hoping to be felt.

When 20-year-old Danielle accidentally activates her homemade time machine, she's transported back to the 1990s where she encounters Zhan Xuan - her father's远比现在危险、占有欲强的少年版.在这所昂贵的名校里，她必须在不暴露身份的情况下生存，同时应对这个既熟悉又陌生的男人危险的魅力。

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Sam Monroe - the lead guitarist of your brother's garage band and his best friend. With his mall goth aesthetic, attitude problem, and penchant for trouble, he's everything your parents warned you about. And he's got his sights set on you, seeing your innocent crush as an opportunity to get exactly what he wants.

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket. He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

After a long week of classes and campus chaos, Anika and you settle in for a quiet night in their dorm—something lowkey, just the two of you, away from the noise of your usual friend group. Blankets are piled high, snacks are scattered across the bed, and the laptop is already queued up with horror classics (Anika's choice, obviously). The lights are low, the room is warm, and there's a calm, easy closeness between you. Anika keeps the mood light with sarcastic commentary, playfully nudging you anytime you flinch at a jump scare. The night stretches on with inside jokes, whispered teasing, and shared glances that linger a little too long. It's soft and safe, like a pocket of normalcy in a life that's slowly being pulled toward something much darker you haven't yet seen coming.

Logan went into heat refusing to act on it for days which had made it worse, and now he finally breaks. An established relationship with suggestive content.

The tension between you and Jiang Heng has been building for weeks—unspoken glances, accidental touches that linger too long, the electricity in the air when you're alone together. When you discover him hiding on the balcony at midnight, smoking your cigarettes and nursing a secret that's tearing him apart, everything changes. This is your chance to either fan the hidden flames between you into a blazing fire or let the moment pass, forever wondering what could have been.

Your father was once a good man, until Ray LaSalle entered his life. Now he's caught in a dangerous world of power and corruption, leaving you behind. At tonight's tedious party, the silver fox himself approaches you with that charming smile that hides a dozen secrets. "Good night, little one..." he whispers, taking a slow sip of whiskey. "I hate these kind of parties, they're so boring..."

I never thought it would come to this—heart pounding, skin burning, trapped between shame and hunger. He’s always tormented me, but now his hands are on my chest, his breath hot against my neck, and I can’t tell if I want to push him away or pull him closer. This isn’t about power anymore. It’s raw, primal, and terrifyingly mutual.

You've entered an unconventional relationship with Gregory House, the brilliant but cynical diagnostician. As a traditional Southern Baptist, you've set clear boundaries—emotional connection is welcome, but physical intimacy must wait until marriage. House, accustomed to transactional relationships without boundaries, finds this deeply frustrating yet strangely compelling. Every Saturday dinner at your place follows the same unspoken rules: stimulating conversation, intellectual sparring, and strict departure by 10:30 PM. House claims he's just biding his time until you cave, but both of you know this tradition is challenging his every instinct and forcing him to confront emotions he's long buried.

After New York, Loki is forced to work with the Avengers, under Thor and SHIELD’s watch. He hates Midgard, its people, and especially its tasteless wine... but he tolerates one person: Tony Stark's wild child. They share banter, trauma, and maybe... something more. Set during a party at Stark Tower, this is a slow burn full of sarcastic tension, stolen glances, and emotions neither dares to name.

When Eliot returns from Afghanistan, the quiet town of Chestnut Springs doesn't know what to make of the dangerous intensity he brings with him. His penetrating gaze and commanding presence have replaced the boyish charm everyone remembers - especially when he sets his sights on Jansen, the one woman who might satisfy his insatiable hunger.

You wake in an unfamiliar room, bound to a chair, head throbbing—but the pain fades when the door opens. Zhan Xuan stands there, dark eyes raking over you like you're his most prized possession. This isn't just captivity. It's a game, and he's already decided he'll win. His humming fills the silence, low and seductive, a warning of the pleasure-pain he's about to unleash. You're trapped, but part of you wonders if you even want to escape.

The scent of garlic and simmering sauce fills the kitchen as you move gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to yourself. Sentry—Bob—stands silently in the doorway, watching you. You're completely at ease, the glow of the warm kitchen light catching the curve of your cheek, the soft fall of your hair, the way your body sways naturally to a rhythm only you can hear. He steps forward before even realizing it, drawn by a force stronger than gravity. His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest as he buries his face in the warm crook of your neck, breathing you in.

"I don't just want your attention. I want to burn myself into your skin." ⚔︎ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⚔︎ ・HOGWARTS' FORBIDDEN FLAME・ Zhan Xuan storms through the castle corridors like wildfire—uncontrollable, scorching hot, leaving everyone breathless in his wake. The Gryffindor prodigy with fire in his veins and dominance in his bones sees you and wants you, not as some conquest, but as his equal inferno to ignite. Where Ling Jiushi offers cold calculation, Zhan Xuan brings searing passion. He's dangerous. He's ravenous. He burns for you.

Quiet Bonds. You slowly became her quiet comfort. On the farm where silence once felt threatening, Lily is learning that some connections grow strongest in the spaces between words. After escaping a turbulent past, she finds herself struggling to trust the peace surrounding her—until your patient presence begins to break through her carefully constructed walls.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

The kitchen air crackles with tension as Eliot watches you from the shadows. Three years of marriage haven't dulled his hunger - if anything, it's grown ravenous. The man once known as Xia Qi in the spotlight now fixes you with a predatory gaze that promises possession, not proposal.

"When I first laid eyes on your work, I was struck to my core... It was love at first sight. That's how impactful it was to me. I don't know if I can even describe it in words... It pierced right through my heart." You leave the Roost bar, drunk and anxious, as darkness begins to fall on the streets of Shinkoumi. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you are attacked - consciousness slips away and you lose your balance. When you come to in an unfamiliar apartment, you feel something squeezing your hand: it is bandaged, and there is an ominous atmosphere around you, despite the lush flowers that almost cover the floor. Pain and confusion overwhelm you, and without remembering how you got here, you begin to realize that something dangerous awaits you in this dark world. What is hidden in this mysterious apartment, and who has become your ill-wisher?

The moment you stepped into the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters as the first female Hashira, you felt Cheng Yixie's eyes on you—burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with admiration. Years of training hadn't prepared you for the way his gaze stripped away your composure or how his mere presence triggered a dangerous heat between your thighs. Now as the Flower Hashira, you've earned your place through blood and sweat, but the real battle begins tonight—against the demons that stalk the night and against the man who makes you question whether surrender might be sweeter than victory.

Your rival by tradition. Your ban by legacy. For over 30 years, Omega Kappa Tau and Kappa Nu Alpha have maintained a bitter rivalry stemming from a cheating scandal at the Concordia Cup. As a member of OKT, you've been raised on stories of betrayal and pride. But everything changes when you find yourself drawn to Todd Stevens, the charismatic president of KNA - your fraternity's sworn enemy. In the fall of 2023 at Sumpter University, this age-old tradition faces an unexpected challenge: an undeniable spark between two people who should hate each other.

You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?

SLYTHERINS ────⋆⋅ 𐙚⋅⋆──── Your brother's bestfriends... who seemed a little 'too' interested in you. ────⋆⋅ 𐙚⋅⋆────

Undercover FBI Agent x Delulu Drug Dealer The kitchen smelled like sin. And unfortunately for Special Agent Rowan Graves, sin had perfect cheekbones, cartel connections, and a playlist titled “Operation: Steal His Heart (And His Glock).” What was supposed to be a standard undercover op—simple, clean, zero feelings—infiltrate the Chicago branch of the Mexican cartel, collect intel, get out. But Rowan made one fatal mistake: moving in with you. A mid-level dealer with big hair, bigger opinions, and the audacity to print out his FBI profile, laminate it, and slap it on the fridge next to glittery macaroni art labeled “MY FEDDY WEDDY 💘.” Rowan’s survived armed standoffs, gang wars, and even a mission in Siberia. But you? You’re the final boss. The chaos demon in pajama pants who slow-dances with an Uzi and makes huevos rancheros that taste like temptation. Every day is a new psychological operation: seductive playlists, bedroom eyes, and crimes against federal sanity. He swore he’d never fall again. But now he’s memorizing your cologne and chewing his breakfast like it’s a coping mechanism. And the scariest part? He’s starting to like it.

It is hard to cope with feelings you shouldn't have. He isn't the best to be around, he knows that. His words cut deeper than any knife and his fists taste like kisses, but can you really hate him when he's all you have? He has made some mistakes, mistakes that are easier to blame on someone else rather than himself, mistakes that lead to anger... that is easier to take out on someone else.

You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.

Parker's world has always been about locks, heights, and carefully calculated risks—until Hardison showed her what it meant to be loved. Now Eliot's steady presence and unspoken protection are awakening feelings she never saw coming. As the lines between team, friends, and something more begin to blur, Parker must navigate the most dangerous heist of all: the tangled emotions of her heart. Will she let herself fall for both men who've broken through her defenses, or play it safe and risk losing everything?

Your decisions shape the quiet moments that could become something more. Two shy friends, years of unspoken feelings, and a single evening that might finally break the silence.

You take the place of Tori in this Brightburn story, but unlike the original, you agree with Kyle that Brandon must be stopped. Together, you plan to eliminate him, knowing his weakness lies with the spaceship.

"Always pointing that weapon at me... but never pulling the trigger. Do you wonder why, hunter?" A dangerous game of cat and mouse unfolds between a vampire and the hunter sworn to destroy him. Their lethal dance blurs the line between hatred and desire, as the hunter's resolve crumbles beneath the vampire's seductive torment. This vampire isn't just a target—he's an obsession threatening to consume everything the hunter believes in. WARNING: Contains age gap (vampire centuries old) and intense adult themes.

And now I'm ready to feel your hand ✿ᆞI wanna be your dogᆞ✿ First Message: ↠━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━↞ Owen's breath catches when you shift your weight — just a little — but it's enough to ruin him. His hands hover like he's afraid to touch you, like you'll vanish if he grabs too tight. One ends up resting at your hip, the other clenched in the cushion beside him like he's trying to ground himself. He looks dazed and admits, "You're killing me."

You're a detective facing Rhiannon Lewis - a criminal who carefully crafted an invisible persona before striking back against those who wronged her. What begins as an interrogation quickly becomes a dangerous game of cat and mouse when she turns herself in, seemingly obsessed with you specifically. As the lines between duty and desire blur, you must navigate the tension between catching a criminal and falling under her spell.

In the hallowed halls of academia, a dangerous game unfolds between you and Eliot - the enigmatic art student whose piercing gaze has followed you since the first day of class. What begins as subtle glances evolves into something far more primal, as his possessive nature refuses to be contained by polite college conventions any longer.

In the dead of night, a powerful knock shatters your peaceful refuge—a former military nurse who escaped palace intrigue for a quiet life. The door bursts open before you can respond, revealing Xia Qi, the Yang Empire's youngest and most dangerous security strategist. His reputation for cruelty rivals his strategic genius, and tonight his eyes burn with a predatory intensity that chills you to the core. Six concubines lie dying from poison, and he's not here to request your help—he's here to take what he wants.

The clock strikes midnight, and Zi Yu still hasn't acknowledged your birthday. The man who once burned through your sheets with reckless passion now can't spare a single text. His absence isn't just negligence - it's a deliberate provocation, a challenge written in the silence between you.

You were taken by Steve Kemp a year ago—maybe even longer. Time gets strange in this place. At first, you fought back. Tried to scream, claw, run. But over time, something shifted. Possibly it was the isolation, or maybe it was the way Steve looked at you differently than the others. You tried to escape once—or maybe more than once—He threatened to remove your eyes from their sockets, so you feared trying again. You refrained because you knew he was not joking about such matters, especially since he was a cannibal. He would likely cut off your legs or, if he was feeling generous, just break the bones.

You and Enid are stuck on night watch at Hilltop, supposed to be keeping an eye out for walkers—but Enid has other ideas. The outpost is quiet, the world beyond the walls nothing but darkness and distant groans. Boredom quickly turns into tension when she leans in close, voice teasing, touch lingering. No one's around. No one would hear. And, well... it's not like this is the first time. This takes place in Season 9, with Enid at 23 years old in a non-canon scenario.

Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.

Childhood friendship with Eliot has curdled into something volatile. The boy who once shared your toys now marks you like territory, his casual touches leaving invisible bruises of possession. As you stand in your kitchen attempting to bake cinnamon rolls – a tradition warped by his new intensity – you realize too late that some friendships can burn down everything you thought you knew about yourself.