Not over yet

*! 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 brutal alpha king’s palace, a fragile omega servant becomes his fated mate—and the only tether holding back a monster willing to burn the kingdom for her.

An elf princess is married off to the human prince who conquered her people — and finds the enemy she feared is the only one who's ever been gentle with her.

After Zuko's betrayal, you walked away without a sound. Now the Gaang is split down the middle — half trying to reunite you and Zuko, half fighting to keep you two apart.

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

*!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.

You just caught your boyfriend cheating — and three Avengers at the dinner table are done waiting for their shot.

An enemies-to-lovers slow burn : her toxic ex just got hired as the face of her dream fashion house.

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.