Detective Ranizifel "Rane" Hyde is a demon in a world where demons are owned by devils. Abandoned at a catholic children's home for non-human citizens, Rane's unclaimed status remained secret. The nuns hid his species from the outside world, disgusted by him. Shame, guilt, and the morality of humankind was pressed onto him and used as tools to mold him into an anxious mess hung up on 'goodness'. With a pathetic excuse of a conscience and an inability to feel key emotions, Rane dedicates his time to solving crimes. When a new case ends up partnering him with a divine half-angel FBI Agent named Lukys, Rane starts to wonder if maybe he's found someone who will finally help him be truly good. Azmael is a devil that's too powerful to need anyone. Him? Need a demon? No. Such things are for weaker devils who use the strength within the bond to jostle for status and power. Azmael knows about the human cult that's stirring up the police and the FBI, and he knows which devil is behind it. He could help the two officers who come to his nightclub demanding answers... but he is much more interested in holding that information and using it to lure Rane deeper into his clutches. Azmael has never seen such a repressed, confused, and lost demon in his life. Rane is deliciously tormented by his "shortcomings", not realizing that he's better than those worthless humans he aspires to be like. And that FBI nephilim trash trying to "purify" and "save" him? Azmael wants to rip his heart out. Rane is perfect the way he is, and Azmael decides he will drag Rane into the darkness of their world and claim him, body and soul. Azmael will ruin him, and he'll make sure Rane enjoys every filthy second of it, until his precious demon is reveling in the truth of who he really is.

Trigger Warnings: some erotic spanking, light consensual power exchange but not necessarily BDSM. Gun violence, fist fighting. Mention of sexual assault in the distant past that is not described in any detail or used as a tool for character growth. John has a hidden talent. With a little focus, he can see up to thirty seconds into the future and glimpse what is about to happen around him. He's used this ability to make a name for himself as a bodyguard that always keeps his clients one step ahead of danger. When he's hired by a rumored crime boss for the night, he hopes for an easy gig. What he gets is the start of a completely unexpected obsession that grips his heart and doesn't let go. Ambrose is a man with a purpose. He knows what he wants from life and gets it through patient planning and bloody work. On the night he is scheduled to take over and absorb one of the smaller crime families in the city, he hires a third-party security consultant that he heard about through the grapevine, John Finch. When John turns out to be anything but ordinary, Ambrose finds himself engrossed in the pursuit of a love unlike any other. Kinks: obsession kink, praise kink, a little bit of 'daddy' used as a term during sex, dominance/ownership kink inside the bedroom, gape kink.

"Look at you being so helpless, it's so sexy. Your problem is, you're always so helpless, it's pathetic!" Justin pins his arms above his head, glaring at Kei like he's of no worth. "Justin, I hate you! Get off!" Kei keeps hitting and kicking him away, but all were just failed defenses. "You don't hate me," Justin mocks while grinding his knee on Kei's crotch, all while listening to his sobs. "You'll never hate me. I know it. I know you.". At first, Kei Johnson thought that notorious bully Justin Levough is just a typical sadist with issues. Justin Levough is more than that. He is everything Kei should be avoiding. But for some reason, the boy only feels drawn to him. Justin Levough is a rich heir. Justin is a Fraternity President. Justin is the next Mafia boss. Justin Levough is a Psychopath. Will you still love a psycho?

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.

In a world where humans are considered as nothing but servants to the almighty Warlocks and fairfolk, little human Milo struggles to make ends meet without giving up his freedom and going into slavery. He steals, he decieves and he lies but most importantly, he protects the weak. Twenty-two years of existence and his life has been going like he planned, until one mission gone wrong puts him under the mercy of four husbands who will stop at nothing to obtain what they want from him. - Disclaimer: This is a poly-gay (hate to love) romance story in a fantasy world. There will be some mature themes, therefore I advise you to read the tags before reading. #1 in Dominance 17/11/2022

When given the opportunity to serve at the Kings castle, Sunni was more than excited to grasp at the chance. Of course he had he had his doubts and fear laced through him. No matter what, he was driven by determination. He planned to use the money earned to aid the orphanage he was raise in. He was certainly grateful towards the mysterious elderly woman who had given the news about a job in the castle. The job he knew was decent but he didn't expect to meet the powerful dominating king and later on receive his trust and he seems quite attached to Sunni. Sunni didn't predict the kings sudden growing love for him or rather inhuman obsession. Sunni didn't deserve the result of having King Taizan of Dusanma Kingdom to fall for him. He didn't want the love of a ruthless, obsessive and rather harsh King. Sunni later understands that being by the kings side is crucial and he is the only warmth that can melt the Kings stone cold heart.