Exposed

A broke college student’s secret porn career is hijacked when notorious campus predators Toji and Sukuna blackmail her into a degrading on-camera arrangement that turns her channel into a viral BDSM empire.

Senior year, forbidden love, and secrets you can't tell your own brother. In which you are thrown into your brother’s group where you explore friendship, drama, fights and new love.

An eighteen-year-old transfer student in Japan discovers a reckless exhibitionist streak she can't control — and someone at her new school has already noticed.

*! 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.

UA’s biggest troublemaker and loudest explosive warning sign with legs keeps getting trolled on by his friends — when push comes to shove, Bakugo decides that asking his gym crush to be his fake girlfriend is the best solution to his ego-problems…

*!SMUT WARNING!* This story contains smut and very detailed sexual scenarios. Please have this in considerstion before starting. Enjoy! You just got ditched on a date, your frustrated of how much of an asshole he was to not even message you about not going, so your friends invite you too a private game later that night.

In this Miraculous alternate universe, everyone thinks Chloé Bourgeois is a spoiled fool — she's secretly a fashion empire's hidden founder, a master strategist, and Paris's most beloved heroine.

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.

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.