When a defense engineer falls for a centuries-old vampire, love stops being romantic and starts being lethal.

Nyah brushed a lock of ginger hair from her brow, smearing dirt across her cheek without noticing. The soil here was rich-too rich-and fickle with Earth plants. But she was determined. Her hands, bare and callused, pressed into the bed as she gently tucked a small sapling into place. Behind her, she felt him again. Not with footsteps-Rha'lek never made noise when he didn't want to-but with presence. That massive, quiet energy he carried like a cloak. It used to scare her. Now it just made her heartbeat skip a little. "You watching me again, Rha'lek?" she asked without turning around. A soft rumble came from the shadows. "You are... efficient," he said in slow, careful English. "Focused. Like a knife." She smiled and sat back on her knees. "That's a strange compliment." He emerged then, tall and imposing beneath the cracked dome. The moonlight caught the faded blue markings on his gray skin. His golden eyes were on her, calm but burning-like some ancient fire that never went out. Rha'lek crouched beside her, far too close by Yautja standards. She didn't flinch. "I do not lie," he said. Nyah studied his face. The ridged mandibles, the heavy brow, the scars that slashed across his jaw like an old map. And yet, none of it frightened her anymore. There was something sacred in how still he was. "This one," she said, pointing to the sapling, "is called firegrass. It used to grow wild in my grandmother's yard. It needs heat to bloom." Rha'lek tilted his head. "Then why plant it here? This moon... is cold." She smiled sadly. "Maybe I want to see something beautiful survive in the wrong place."

Naomi Washington never expected a single glance to change her life. But when billionaire inventor Tony Stark looks at her at a tech gala like he's been struck by lightning, something undeniable and dangerous ignites. Their connection is instant. Forbidden. Electric enough to burn. And Tony Stark-older, brilliant, reckless-is a man who isn't used to being told "no." But in a world filled with paparazzi, jealous exes, family pressure, and secrets that could destroy them both, Naomi is forced to decide: Is she brave enough to love a man the entire world thinks it owns? Is she strong enough to survive being loved by him? Because Tony doesn't do "casual." He doesn't do "almost." And once he decides Naomi is his... he'll burn the world down before he lets her go. "You're going to make it very hard for me not to kiss you right now," he said, "and I'm already losing control."

In a small Georgia town, one secret can change a girl's whole life.

"Will you marry me, baby?" 'Uhm, nah', she responded thoughtlessly. "NAH!? Nah, fool. YOU gon' marry me. You got that devil pussy, you can cook, and you love me like no fucking one has ever loved me. Nah, your ass marrying me, hermosa", Oscar quipped. Gabriella smirked throwing her arms around the shoulders of her angry lover. "Yes, fool", she agreed letting out a chuckle. "Get off me, Grabriella", he ordered. 'Damn, Osc. Not the government, papi", Gabi teased causing her fiancé to mug her. "Grabriella", Oscar warned. "I said 'Yes, fool'. What else do you want from me, nigga?", she said exasperatedly. He opened his mouth to give a smart retort but was silenced by his fiancée's lips covering his. Oscar could never resist her lips. So as per usual, he gave in kissing her back passionately. "I love you", she muttered against his lips. "I love you too, fool", Oscar responded into the kiss.

Four years ago, Selena Moreau gave her heart to a man she had no business loving. She was a seamstress-young, gifted, and far from home. He was a prince, caught between duty and desire, with promises that tasted like forever. In the quiet shadows of the palace, they shared something soft, something sacred... until the world outside tore it apart. Now, Selena lives a quiet life in the town no one of importance ever visits, raising her son with careful hands and a guarded heart. She asks for nothing. Expects even less. The boy she bore is hers alone, and she intends to keep it that way. But when the newly crowned king returns and their paths cross once more, old feelings begin to stir-and buried truths rise to the surface. Alexander is back... not just in her world, but dangerously close to the one secret that binds them forever. He wants to know his son. He wants to understand what he lost. But after everything he left behind... will she let him in? A story of first love, betrayal, and the slow, aching journey back to one another-where the cost of silence may be the only thing keeping them apart.

I died, got isekai-d, and found out that soulmates are a thing.. In a world where trying to find one of them might end up in getting the attention of a murderous cult of nazis. All while black and weird no less.. Loki x Steve x Bucky x Oc x Pietro 🔞includes dark themes, bro, beware. + some drawings🍻🎨 highest rankings: #1 - avengers #1 - poly #1 - alternateuniverse #1 - alternatereality #1 - bucky #1 - captainamerica #2 - marveluniverse #3 - soulmate #5 - lokifanfic #11 - soulmateau #11 - loki

Yuri, a talented and overworked assistant manager in the K-pop industry, is reassigned from the all-female group Huntrix to an enigmatic, lesser-known boy group known as the Saja Boys. Charming but unpredictable, they're poised for a mysterious comeback - and Yuri is meant to keep them in line. But behind their sharp visuals and addictive talent lies something ancient... and dangerous. The Saja Boys aren't just performers. They're demons in disguise, and their comeback is a ritual - one meant to gather human adoration, manipulate mass energy, and eventually unleash Gwi-ma, the sealed Demon King. As the only person immune to their mind-control glamour, Yuri becomes more than just their assistant... she becomes the key to their plan. And yet, as the Saja Boys grow closer to her, something unexpected happens. They start to want her for themselves. (Incudes Mature themes; Smut, polyamorus, explicit content,etc.) 18 years or older are advised to read..... letting it be known that its a black oc, you guys can imagine it howerver fits your style but this is for black representation as there aren't many and honestly that makes the story 1000% better.

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me