The Sweetest Taboo

Trigger warning Smut ahead, so read on your own risk. A young woman experiences unexpected pleasure during a routine gynecological exam by her stepdad, leading her to question the nature of their relationship.

Trigger warning Smut ahead, so read on your own risk. Trapped on a cramped family road trip, Sienna discovers her stepbrother Lukas's wandering hands beneath her skirt, igniting a forbidden secret that could shatter their new family.

A demon god who slaughtered his own worshippers out of grief now finds his dead wife's face on a new devotee who remembers nothing.

Satoru Gojo thought he was untouchable, until a pint-sized transfer student at Jujutsu High ignited a dark, possessive hunger in him that shattered every rule he swore to uphold. (yandere Gojo!)

*! EXTREME SMUT WARNING !* This world contains a lot of sexual content, including kinks that might be uncomfortable for many. Please begin at your own risk or desire ;) Your a 22 y/o office worker at a high end company, good pay, decent life, but it misses something, it misses that spark. And you happen to find just the way to solve that.

In a world of curses and sorcery, Satoru Gojo's wife discovers the ultimate betrayal—his heart belongs to his best friend, Suguru Geto.

Lilah just wanted to get her college degree and enjoy her new Tokyo apartment, but instead, she ended up dating a 6'3" human skyscraper with a blindfold and zero concept of personal space. She knew Satoru had a boyfriend, and the boyfriend knew about her—a neat, separate little arrangement until Satoru decided, "Hey, what if we all share an apartment and make things incredibly complicated?" Now she’s literally trapped between Suguru Geto’s legs in a fancy penthouse while Satoru watches like a proud golden retriever who just knocked over a priceless vase.

A foreign princess has loved her kingdom's greatest warrior for years — but her father's patience is running out, and so is time.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.

Nanami Kento had two rules. Clock out at five. Never want what you cannot have. Eight years he kept them both: clean edges, quiet evenings, a discipline so total he had stopped noticing it was a cage. Then they put you on his team. And Nanami Kento learned what he had been keeping at bay. Some hungers do not keep hours.