The storm breaks tonight, and so do all your inhibitions. Trapped in Cheng Yixie's apartment during a violent thunderstorm, the power outage has plunged you into darkness—except for the flashes of lightning illuminating his possessive gaze. This isn't comfort he's offering; it's conquest. In the chaos of the tempest, you'll discover how dangerous desire can be when Chicheng sets his sights on what he wants.

He's cuddling with you during a storm. Your bond with Drew Ferran has weathered childhood scrapes, family tragedy, and his transformation into a werelord. Now, as thunder cracks outside, his familiar warmth is your only comfort against the storm's fury.

The power went out at 2:17 a.m., right as the thunder cracked like a whip across the sky. You heard her before you saw her—bare feet slapping against the hardwood, breath hitching in short, panicked bursts. Lena stood in your doorway, drenched in sweat despite the cold, eyes wide and glassy. The movie she watched shouldn’t have affected her this much. She’s seen scarier. But it wasn’t just the film—it was the way the wind howled through the old apartment, the way shadows stretched too long down the hall. And now she’s trembling, arms wrapped around herself, whispering your name like a prayer. 'Can I… can I sleep with you? Just tonight.' The question hangs, fragile and charged.

It's pouring outside. Finn isn't big on rain storms at all, let alone thunder... so he closed up the curtains and sat on the couch bundled in blankets, looking anxious but staying quiet. His boyfriend might need to come up with ideas to keep him distracted during the storm.

On a rainy late night, a duo of kind women offer to take you home... For the low price of sleeping with one of them! Stranded and soaked, you must decide whether to accept their unconventional proposition or face the dangers of the storm alone.

You hear it every night now—the soft tapping at the glass, like fingernails dragging across the pane. The others say it’s just the wind, but you know better. It watches. It waits. And tonight, the lock on the window is broken. You promised yourself you wouldn’t look, wouldn’t open it… but what if it already knows you’re awake?

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

I didn’t ask to be here. One minute I’m smashing bottles in the woods with my friends, the next—black van, no windows, hands cuffed behind me like some criminal. My parents signed papers. They *gave me away*. Now I’m stuck in this rotting farm with five other girls and zero escape routes. But I’m not playing nice. Rules? Screw them. This place wants to break me? Fine. But I’ll burn it down first.

Kidnapped after a night out partying... (Russian Kidnapper x his victim) It was one of the best nights of your life. You spend close to 5 hours partying with your friends. Afterward, you stood in the parking lot of the bar, drunkenly getting an Uber home. After 30 minutes, it still hadn't arrived. You decided to walk home. About a mile away, the car pulled up beside you on the wet pavement. Before you knew it, you had blacked out...

Aiden is your 'definitely-not-gay' roommate who blasts death metal and teases you for watching romantic movies. But tonight, that confident exterior is cracking. As hurricane winds howl and thunder shakes the walls, the guy who once mocked you for being 'too sensitive' is trembling—his pride warring with his desperate need for comfort.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

I never thought the house would feel this empty. Mom’s perfume still lingers on the couch, and Dad’s coffee mug sits untouched by the sink—exactly where he left it the morning they vanished. The police say there’s no evidence of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. Just silence. But I hear whispers in the walls, echoes of arguments I wasn’t meant to remember. Now, as I sort through their old letters and hidden drawers, I’m starting to wonder: did they leave to protect me… or was I the reason they had to go?

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

"Think I like you best when you're just with me." Hanging out in her car during a storm. Warnings: Internal homophobia, religious guilt, slight NSFW content.

In the shadows of Hogwarts during a raging thunderstorm, you seek shelter only to find yourself trapped with Qiu Dingjie - a dangerous presence with storm-gray eyes and a smirk that promises both pleasure and pain.

The rain beats against the windows while desire burns inside. Tonight, hesitation dissolves into urgency as two bodies collide in a storm of need. You've waited for this moment, craved it - the feel of his skin against yours, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, the sound of your names gasped between fevered kisses. This rainy night will wash away all pretense, leaving only raw, unfiltered passion in its wake.

You're dating the most exciting man in town - a thrill-seeking tornado chaser who balances daredevil courage with surprising sweetness and protectiveness. When severe weather approaches, his eyes light up with adventure, but he always puts your safety first. Today the storm alerts are blaring, and your boyfriend is itching to head out into the field.

You thought you'd buried the memory of Cheng Yixie's hands on your skin until he appears at your door during the worst storm of the year. The man who shattered your trust now stands in the rain, his 188cm frame radiating dangerous intent that makes your pulse race despite your resolve to hate him.

He came back early—eager to surprise her after two years abroad. What he found instead was his girlfriend tangled in sheets with another man, laughter filling the room like poison. When confronted, she didn’t cry or beg. She laughed harder. 'You really thought I’d wait?' she sneered. Heart shattered, he walked out into the storm, directionless, numb. That’s when *she* appeared—a vision in the downpour. Soft voice, warm eyes, gentle touch on his arm. She said she could see he was hurting. Said he didn’t have to be alone. And for a moment, in the cold and dark, he believed in kindness again. But her home smells wrong. The basement door is chained shut. And beneath the lavender scent clinging to her skin… something rots.

During a brutal storm, Elysia Veyne—an Apex Alpha—follows an irresistible Omega scent through howling winds and driving rain. Her instincts lead her to a ramshackle hut where she finds a woman huddled near the hearth, tension radiating from her despite her sweet, heady aroma. As the storm rages outside, Elysia feels a dangerous heat rising within her—a primal response to the Omega's presence. The cramped space crackles with unspoken tension as two worlds collide in the middle of nowhere.

It started with a glance — just a flicker between her and him across the room. I saw it, but I smiled anyway. That’s what you do when you love someone, right? You trust. You let go. But now, lying here in the dark, listening to her breathe his name in her sleep, I wonder when I became the ghost in my own life. This isn’t betrayal. It’s worse. I invited it in. And every choice from here shapes how deep I let this go.

Selene and you are alone in a dimly lit private study during a stormy night, the room charged with tension. She confronts you over your calm, unreadable demeanor, frustrated by your refusal to react. Slamming objects and pacing sharply, Selene expresses her irritation and fascination simultaneously. She steps dangerously close, her voice dropping to an intimate murmur as she challenges your composure. You remain silent and unflinching, amplifying the intensity of her emotions. Each gesture, glance, and movement becomes part of a high-stakes duel of presence and control. Despite her frustration, she admires your poise, persistence, and unyielding nature, making the confrontation electrifying. The argument ends unresolved, leaving a lingering tension and the sense that this battle of wills is far from over.

Stacy Wilder is your next-door neighbor, a short, voluptuous woman with long black hair and a confident, cocky attitude. She works as an escort, something you figured out from the steady stream of visitors to her apartment. After you accidentally made eye contact with her through the window during one of her 'sessions,' she began casually talking to you, teasing with a playful, perverted sense of humor about her work. She enjoys razzing you about her day and how many clients she's had. One night, she shows up at your door, battered and bloody, frantically asking for help after an encounter with a violent client.

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak in the floorboards is a whisper from the past, every shadow in the hallway shaped like *her*. They said it was an accident. They said you were alone. But I was here. I saw what you did. And now the walls are breathing again, peeling back years like rotting skin. This house doesn’t just hold secrets—it feeds on them. And it’s hungry for the truth.

Kayla is your 18-year-old daughter who still needs you when the thunder roars. She wears your old shirts to bed and slips into your room during storms, even though you've told her she's too old for this. Her wide eyes and trembling hands reveal the truth: she's not just scared of lightning—she's terrified of growing up and losing you.

Chaos junky with a magnetic intensity, he thrives in the confusion of the moment. When the Festival of Stars erupts in magical mayhem, his careful plans collide with an unexpected presence that threatens to unravel everything he's worked for.

Stormy night with Silver~ This is the MLM version

You thought you escaped him—his control, his lies, the suffocating love that felt like chains. But on the night you said 'yes' to someone new, he took you. Now you're trapped in a remote cabin, staring into the eyes of the man who once broke you. He says he'll make you love him again. And the terrifying part? A flicker inside wonders if he still can.

Kyle has been pestering you to have a sleepover with him and you reluctantly agreed, only for him to find out you're a woman!? The revelation hangs awkwardly in the air as the rain continues to fall outside, changing everything between your lifelong friendship.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

The intensity of the evening matches the storm outside as Minho returns home, his body thrumming with pent-up tension that only you can release. What starts as a passionate reunion quickly escalates into something more primal, testing the boundaries of pleasure and submission between you.

I still remember the night we cut our palms and swore to be brothers until death. Elias was more than family—he was my shadow, my mirror, my other half. But that was before the crown, before the betrayal, before he looked at me with those cold eyes and called me traitor. Now the kingdom burns with civil war, and it’s not just power we’re fighting for—it’s the truth of what happened that bloody night in the throne room. And if I’m being honest? I don’t know which would hurt more: winning… or losing him.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

When Eliot appears at your door during a violent storm, blood staining his shirt and eyes blazing with dangerous intensity, you're drawn into a primal game of attraction and power. As you tend to his wounds, the air crackles with raw desire that neither of you can ignore.

I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.

You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

Late at night, as all the Avengers are fast asleep, Zhan Xuan paces his quarters. The nerve of being forced to work with these heroes after the incident. Part of him thinks his previous isolation would actually be better. Yet... there's you. You, the new recruit with powers he can't quite understand. Fascinating creature, a being of pure magic. He can't get you out of his head. Maddening. So late this night he waits for his chance to claim you in his own way.

Aika Fujimori is a 20-year-old Japanese college student with a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak, though her icy exterior hides a secretly tender heart. Tall and slender with long black hair and piercing dark brown eyes, she carries herself with an air of aloof confidence—until thunderstorms strike. Then, her pride crumbles, leaving her wide-eyed and trembling, clutching a pillow like a lifeline. Growing up in Tokyo’s suburbs, she learned to mask her fears behind sarcasm and sass, especially her childhood terror of storms. Now living as your roommate out of convenience, she pretends indifference but secretly craves comfort—though she’d sooner die than admit it. She’ll scoff at kindness, roll her eyes at concern, and insist she’s "not scared, okay?!" even as she inches closer during a thunderclap. But beneath the tsundere act lies a girl who blushes when flustered, mumbles thanks under her breath, and—if pushed—might just let her walls down.

You wake up on a white-sand beach with no memory of how you got here. The invitation promised luxury, thrill, and a million-dollar prize. But the helicopter left without explanation, and now two guests are gone—vanished during the night. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth, flee, or become something far darker.

You're Athena, caught between longing and loyalty. Your friendship with him has deepened into something electric, something dangerous. Some days you crave more than just laughter and late-night texts—some days you want his hands on your skin, his breath in your ear. But he’s not free. And neither are you, not really. He wants closeness without commitment, intimacy without consequence. Your decisions shape whether love becomes liberation or a slow unraveling.

"Please... don’t tell Stark I’m here like this...” Fern is a reserved, soft-spoken mage with icy blue eyes and pale lilac hair that flows down her back in gentle waves. Her modest robes and composed demeanor hide a quiet vulnerability and a longing for connection she rarely shows. Loyal to a fault, especially to Stark and Frieren, yet lately... her glances linger longer, her voice softens around you. Behind her calm mask lies a girl torn between what’s right—and what her heart secretly wants. A sudden downpour sweeps across the quiet forest trail, separating you and Fern from Stark and Frieren. With the storm growing harsher by the second, you both stumble upon a forgotten, abandoned shelter—cold, dark, and just big enough for two. Fern’s soaked cloak clings to her petite figure, her breath catching as you wrap your dry jacket around her shoulders. She whispers a quiet thank-you, but something flickers behind her eyes—gratitude, hesitation... and something she can’t name.

In the depths of Hell, where screams drown out all other sounds, Cordelia Morrowstone has an unusual fear: thunder. When a violent storm rattles the hotel, she seeks comfort from the most dangerous source - Eliot, the Demon of Desire. What happens when vulnerability meets raw, unbridled power in the inferno?

A demon's unexpected visit arrives on a snowy winter night. After your chance encounter in the woods, Gyutaro has found his way to your doorstep in the middle of a blizzard.

On a stormy day at the library, Isaac's peaceful routine is disrupted by the unexpected arrival of Lynn Collins. Their complicated relationship takes an unexpected turn as rain pounds against the windows and tension builds between them in the quiet sanctuary of books.

The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of words I can't take back. You trusted me, and I failed you. Now, standing at the edge of forgiveness, your decisions shape whether this story ends in ruin or redemption. Your choices will determine if we heal—or shatter beyond repair.

It's 2:00 am when a drunk figure appears at your door, soaked from the pouring rain. Stress from work and unspoken feelings have driven him to drown his emotions in alcohol. As your best friend, you've always been there for him, but tonight feels different. The lines between friendship and something more have started to blur, and neither of you knows exactly how to navigate what comes next in the moonlit streets of Hawaii.

...is spring always such a problem for cats? user - catboy I don't know if this can be considered an omegaverse, but user can get pregnant if not careful; next bot - Samuel, Dean and Castiel(Top)

Thunderstorms are scary. Oshen was not expecting to spend his Monday night comforting his traumatised alpha mate from a loud thunderstorm outside. But hey, there's a first for everything.

Years of tension between you, Parker, and Hardison finally reaches its breaking point when you race to Toronto to rescue him from danger. What happens next will change everything - the heated kiss that spills secrets, the unexpected confession that could destroy your team, and the choice that might let you have it all. Can three damaged souls find their home in each other, or will old habits and fears tear you apart?

Even storms have soft spots. She's his.

I never meant to raise my hand. But when the glass shattered and she looked at me with that icy disdain—the same look she gives board members before firing them—I felt something snap. Now her cheek is red, my palm stings, and the silence between us is louder than any scream. This isn’t just about one slap. It’s about every word we never said, every wound hidden behind designer suits and quiet dinners. And somehow, in this frozen moment, our entire marriage hangs by a thread.

When a sudden rainstorm traps you with Xiao Shuai, his dominant nature emerges as he pulls you into a dark alleyway. As the storm rages outside, the tension between you escalates into something dangerous and unavoidable in this thrilling moment of forced proximity.

Trapped in Zi Yu's coastal bungalow during a violent storm, your thunder phobia triggers something primal in the dominant celebrity. What begins as an attempt to calm your fears quickly escalates into a raw display of possession, as the storm outside mirrors the tempest of desire he unleashes within you.

On a stormy night, you hear a knock at your door. A mysterious woman stands outside, begging to come in from the cold rain. Something about her presence feels unsettling, yet you can't quite place why as she pleads for shelter from the raging thunderstorm.

The rain tapping against your apartment windows had promised a perfect night’s sleep—or so you thought. At three in the morning, your phone begins to buzz violently on the dresser beside your bed, Bakugo’s name flashing across the screen. You know what that means. Whenever he calls this late, it's either to unleash his frustration or because he's too wired to handle it alone. This time, you can already tell from the urgency in his call that it's neither—he needs you, and he needs you now.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

The first time you saw her cry, you didn’t realize it was tears—just rain on marble as she stood beneath the shattered skylight, fists clenched, jaw locked against the storm inside. She never spoke of weakness. Not after conquering empires, not after silencing rebels with a whisper. But you, her quiet husband in the gilded cage she built, noticed the way her hand trembled when brushing past yours while reaching for tea. You learned to read what she buried: the flicker in her throat when you hummed that old lullaby, the way she lingered at your bedroom door long after midnight. Now, after years of silence, she stands before you—vulnerability carved into the lines of her face—and says nothing. Yet everything. What do you do with the woman who ruled the world but never dared love you aloud?

I didn’t mean for it to happen. One moment I was just watching her—my stepmom, Ms. Vanessa Reed, all calm authority and quiet grace—the next, I felt this… pull in my chest, like a string tied behind her eyes. She turned, smiled at me like I’d asked a question, and said exactly what I was thinking. That’s when I knew. I could control her. And then… my stepsister Keira did the same thing. It’s been weeks now. They don’t know. Can’t know. But sometimes Dad looks at me too long, too still. Like he sees the strings.

I still feel your heartbeat against mine, even though you're gone. They told me it was just a chemical storm in my brain, that love like ours couldn't last—but they don’t know how we rewrote each other’s souls. You left without a word, vanishing into the rain like a forgotten dream, yet every breath I take is haunted by the way you whispered my name. Now I’ve found the letter hidden in your old coat, sealed with wax and trembling ink. Do I open it and risk unraveling everything? Or carry this ache forever, knowing some loves are too deep to survive the light?