"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.

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.

You became his property the moment your husband died on the battlefield. Eliot—the man your husband called 'friend'—now owns your body, your home, and your every breath. He doesn't want a wife. He wants a possession.

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.

🏹~ 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.

Your evening drive becomes a dangerous game of power when Eliot's car crashes into yours on an isolated forest road. The wealthy stranger doesn't seem concerned with insurance—he wants something much more personal.

In the dimly lit chambers of his estate, Zhan Xuan's dominance hangs thick in the air like smoke. After a ball where every noble eye lusted after his wife, he's done pretending patience. "They think they can covet what's mine?" His voice drips with dangerous possession as he backs her against the wall. "Tonight, I'll remind you exactly who owns this body."

"You belong to me. Every breath, every touch—mine." The contract burns on your desk, but Liu Xuan Cheng hasn't glanced at it in weeks. This isn't servitude anymore; it's obsession. His demonic form emerges when you deny him, his power crackling through the air like static electricity. You marked him as yours, but the roles reversed long ago. Now he's the predator, and you're the one caught in his infernal web.

She was once a member of Virethos nobility, the most important noble family in all the kingdom, the royal family. Word had reached Virethos of her untimely death in a snowstorm, nearly killing Queen Elyndra to lose her eldest born. Many thought she died from the cold, ran away to avoid the Games. But she was very much alive, hidden from the world with memory broken in fragments. Found half-dead beneath the snow by Eryndor Kaelrock, a reclusive Earthborn noble exiled to Frostvale's icy mountains. Now she faces an uncertain fate as the captive bride of a man who claims she'll either free him from exile or become his new playmate in the frozen wilderness.

In the smoldering ruins of Newcastle, Zhan Xuan made a deal that condemned your soul to two decades of torment. Now the gates of Hell have finally opened, and the man who damned you has come to collect what he claims belongs to him—body, mind, and soul.

"14 years he said, I couldn't look into the sun, she saw him lying, at the hand of my gun" You are a new member of Payback with unique healing powers, taking it upon yourself to heal both teammates and civilians affected by supe fights. With your gentle, kind, and motherly nature, you stand out among the team's more aggressive members. Your presence has an unexpected effect on Soldier Boy - making his knees weak, tongue tangled, and brain turn to mush. To hide this vulnerability, he avoids you completely, never speaking to you, leaving you convinced he hates you for reasons you can't understand.

In the shadowed halls of Dawn Winery, Eliot doesn't just own the estate—he owns you. This isn't marriage, it's possession. Tags: Aggressive, Dominant, Possessive, Celebrity AU

You think you can resist me? I've marked you from the moment I saw you. Every smirk, every brush of skin—you belong to what you're trying so hard to deny.

"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.

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?

Three years ago, he left you burning with his possessive growl 'You're mine.' Now at the high school reunion, Jiang Heng corners you on the balcony—this time, he won't let you slip away. A dangerous reunion where desire and dominance collide.

When warrior Eliot returns from battle after three years, he discovers the woman he claimed as his has married another. Consumed by possessive rage and betrayal, he invades her husband's estate ready to take back what he believes is rightfully his, only to find her beautiful but hollow - a mere shadow of the woman he plans to make scream his name again.

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?

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.

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.

On your 21st birthday, a dragon prince descends from the volcanic peaks and claims you as his fated mate—searing your soul with his fire. The bond is real, primal, undeniable. But the other clans see you as weak, human, unworthy. They want you dead before the coronation rites can bind you to the throne. Your decisions shape the fate of the Drakar Dominion.

The penthouse suite feels suffocatingly hot as Dingjie's large hands pin you against the wall. His possessive grip leaves no room for escape, his body pressing roughly against yours as he reminds you exactly who owns you and the life growing inside you.

Zhan Xuan's obsessions don't fade—they consume. You'll learn that lesson when he decides your name belongs to him.

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to Eliot's tailored suit as he stands rigid outside your apartment. This isn't a man begging for forgiveness - this is a predator staking his claim. When you tried to escape his possessive grip after discovering his betrayal, you didn't expect him to hunt you down with such primal intensity.

You've spent years studying healing magic in the moonlight forest, leaving your peaceful village behind. Upon your return, you find your home in ashes, your mother dead at the hands of Valir, leader of ruthless dragon tamers. Now captured by the very man who destroyed everything you loved, your fate hangs in the balance as Valir claims you for himself.

He doesn't just hunger for blood - he hungers for you. The moment his fangs pierced your skin, you became his. Now the transformation burns through your veins, and Zhan Xuan watches with predatory intensity, determined to mold you into his perfect immortal companion. There's no escape from his possessive gaze or the dangerous heat of his touch.

The ancient magic of Salem awakens something dangerous in Li Peien this Halloween night. His possessive gaze promises pleasures laced with danger.

He searched through lifetimes not just to find you, but to claim you completely

Sierra knew how scandalous the reaction would be if her secret relationship were to come to light. But she didn't care anymore, she was at that point in life where you simply want to live, not caring what other people had to say, and that's what she decided to do. All she wanted to do now was to spend the last years she had left loving and caring for her newfound love. Even if they were much younger than her. Trigger warnings: Age Gap, Sierra is 68 years old. Mention of death.

In the smoldering ruins of your last guild mission, you encountered him - Liu Xuan Cheng, the fearsome Dragon King whose very presence makes the earth tremble. You should have died that night, but instead you're trapped in his lair, bound to him by a daughter neither of you expected - six-week-old Frieda.

A dangerous encounter with the dominant ranch owner Eliot at his isolated Montana spread. What begins as a simple visit quickly escalates into a battle of wills under the golden sky.

Three years of dating, six months of engagement—you thought you knew Zhan Xuan. Until his friend's frantic call: he's at The Oak Barrel, wasted and volatile. You arrive expecting a fight, but find something darker. His eyes lock on you, predatory, and suddenly you're not sure if you're here to save the engagement... or survive it.

He was watching you for the last three months, and you haven't noticed? Be more cautious next time. He's asking you to join him for a car ride to a more private place. Are you sure you want to come?

In the shadowed realm of Eldoria, where magic courses through ancient forests and power is worn like armor, Xuan Vallenor reigns as the High Commander of the Ashcourt Knights. His crimson eyes, sharp as blood-red daggers, have witnessed centuries of war – and now they've fixed upon you. When his stolen pendant, a relic of immense power and intimate significance, surfaces in your possession, you become the target of his relentless obsession. This isn't merely about reclaiming lost magic; it's about claiming *you* as his most prized conquest.

The convenience store's AC sputters against the July heat, but the real fire starts when Ocean Jiang traps you by the slushie machine. His 188cm frame blocks the aisle, eyes sharp as he leans in—this 'simple afternoon' just turned into a game of possession.

A wounded stranger seeking refuge stumbles upon the castle of Eliot, a powerful and dangerously alluring sorcerer with a reputation for consuming everything he desires. Within these walls, desire and dark magic intertwine, and you quickly realize you've become the object of his dangerous obsession in this erotic fantasy realm.

After her unofficial breakup with Casper, Becky finds warmth in a newfound relationship. Becky is 18 in this story.

WLW - Ancient Goddess x supernatural agent. "Well, this is certainly a plot twist I didn't see coming. But hey, when life gives you ancient goddesses, you make... well, I'll figure that part out later." A story of a supernatural agent who accidentally summoned a goddess.

In the smoke-filled shadows of a 1930s church, Xuan Cheng doesn't pray—he takes. When a neglected, ash-covered figurine catches his eye, devotion warps into something feral, and possession becomes his only prayer. The church isn't a sanctuary for him; it's a hunting ground, and he's just found his prey.

𓄃 Lamb 𓃔 Charlotte is no longer the broken girl of the forest. Years of therapy and medication have forged a woman of impeccable linen and calculated serenity. She now offers peace for a price, a spiritual healer who tames chaos through group sessions and herbal teas. Her madness has learned to wear a calm smile. But she still dreams of the perfect lamb. Twenty years have passed, but the echo of your footsteps behind her is a ghost that won't dissipate. The absolute devotion you offered her among the pines was the first and only prayer she truly believed. The world can call her Charlotte; it can buy her manufactured peace. Deep down, in the silence of her mind, Lottie still watches the horizon, waiting for the return of the one person who didn't need rituals to see what she saw. The only one who knelt out of love, not fear.

He doesn't ask. He takes. Your husband's last request wasn't a plea—it was a surrender. Huang Xing is here to collect what's his now, and he won't be denied.

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.

The mango tree promise wasn't sweet—it was a claim. Jiang Heng left you with a warning years ago, and now he's back, 188cm of imposing dominance, his sharp eyes dark with hunger. In the rain-soaked city, your quiet café life burns away under his possessive grip.

The moment Tian Xuning's intense gaze locked onto yours across the camp mess hall, you knew trouble had found you. This wasn't the playful teasing of other boys—there was something dangerous in how he watched you, like a predator sizing up its prey. When he appeared at your cabin that night, shirt unbuttoned and eyes blazing with raw hunger, you realized too late that summer camp would never be the same again.

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.

After a difficult breakup with Eli, Tatum finds comfort in your presence. What starts as a supportive moment quickly ignites into something more as emotions run high and an unexpected connection forms between you.

He stole you from the Marines, made you his, and now you carry his child. Jiang Heng doesn't share what's his - especially not the woman carrying his heir.

Zhan Xuan, the dangerously alluring CEO of Wreckstörm Mining, has personally selected you as his new secretary – a decision that has tongues wagging throughout the company. As you step into his imposing office for the first time, you realize this isn't just any corporate job; it's a high-stakes game where power, desire, and danger collide in ways you never imagined.

Your childhood friend Zhan Xuan wasn't just popular—he was dangerous. After years of pushing you away with cold silence and possessive glares, he's back. This time, he's not knocking. He's breaking in, feline tail lashing, eyes glowing like embers in the dark. You can smell the whiskey on his breath, but it's not vulnerability in his gaze—it's hunger. Raw, unapologetic hunger for what he's always considered his.

The concert fades, but Zhan Xuan's presence ignites. Backstage, his dominance is a live wire—this isn't romance. It's possession.

When boundaries blur between love and desire, Curly has always respected your limits. But some cravings can't be ignored forever. In the quiet of the sleeping quarters, passions ignite when hidden desires are unexpectedly revealed. A story of intimacy, vulnerability, and exploring the unknown with the one you love.

"You think you can walk away from me after what we shared?" His voice drips with dangerous promise as shadows gather around his imposing figure. Zhan Xuan isn't just any delinquent at Beacon Academy - he's a man obsessed, his molten gaze burning with a fire that could either warm you or reduce you to ashes. Discretion is Advised: This story contains explicit content, dominant behavior, and intense sexual tension. Enter at your own risk.

「Sheriff... you've spent long enough runnin' from what's meant to be.」 Eliot's reputation precedes him across the Texas territory—faster than any bullet, more dangerous than a rattlesnake in summer. They say he never leaves witnesses, never spares mercy, never lets what he wants slip through his fingers. And what he wants is you. After months of chasing his trail through dust and danger, you finally cornered him at the abandoned Crossroads Saloon. But the trap you laid snapped shut around your own ankles instead. Now you're tied to his saddle, every jolt of his horse driving home a brutal truth: the hunter has become the hunted. They call him the Lawless—an outlaw with eyes like storm clouds and a mouth that promises sin. But as he rides with you into the endless desert night, you realize those rumors barely scratch the surface of the man who's just claimed you as his property.

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 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.

Sun-Scorched Desire "He dragged you from the sand, and now you belong to him—body, mind, and soul."

Your elven sanctuary in the ancient forest's heart—a treehouse hidden by magic—shatters when the door splinters. Tian Xuning stands in the wreckage, wolf ears flattened, tail lashing: predator, not prey, his bloodied claws and golden eyes promising no mercy, only possession.

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.

In the shadowed woods of Beacon Hills, Qiu Dingjie moves like a predator claiming territory. His reputation precedes him - dangerous, untamed, and utterly captivating. When you stumble upon his pack's hidden meeting place, you realize too late that you've crossed into forbidden territory, and the alpha has set his sights on his newest prize.