A fresh recruit in the Resistance, you insist on taking your first solo mission to steal info from the First Order. Only problem is, you get caught. Unlike most of his prisoners, Kylo Ren sees the potential in you, and decided to spare your life in hopes of turning you to the Dark Side. He expected a lot of things from the Resistance, from his enemies. But you showed him something he never expected: Sympathy. Warning: - displays of violence - explicit sexual content

"This is what happens when you try to take away what is ours," he whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver. "We'll strip you down, tie you up, and never let you go. You're our perfect little slave, aren't you?" ~ One gift. One threat. One stalker. And she lost everything. Emma had everything she could've wanted; A membership at the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, the sweetest best friend she could've ever asked for, and three devilishly handsome men with a talent for making all her desires come true-until he arrived. Hidden in the dark, in crowds, behind gifts and screens, he follows her, tracks her, watch her. Wanting her. Emma knew danger was stalking her, trying to take her away from everyone, but most of all from them. The first gift came with a warning, how many would she get before the warning became a threat? And a threat became a promise? Could she ignore the warning, or did she have to give away what her heart treasured the most? Or were the men she needed to run from the ones she should be running towards? ~ "You look perfect like this. All naked. All bound. All ours," one of them growled; the finality of his statement felt like a branding on my bare skin. I wanted the branding to sting, to burn-to forever keep me at my masters' side, like an invisible mark linking my life with their life. My soul with their soul. But I knew, nothing would ever be final as long as he was still there, lurking. Waiting. Wanting. This book contains steamy, erotic scenes, age-gap romance with multiple men, and filthy language. Two chapters will be posted 31. December at 12 PM (GMT), then one chapter every other day.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

[WARNING: this book contains dark and graphic elements. proceed with much caution!] you're deviant, intelligent, and sharp-tongued. you'd do anything to protect the resistance, or for the sake of your own survival. and when the moment of kylo ren attacking resistance base comes, you take your shot of killing him and seek revenge - only for your deviating plan to backfire. in the matter of moments, your life switches around, and you become the prisoner to kylo ren. he may just have to keep you around forever. ⓒ kylosgf 2023.

The Knights of Ren, led by their Master Kylo Ren, are sent to end a revolt in the Outer Rim. After taking a prisoner, they begin their methods to make her submit to the First Order. Will she survive? Or will the excruciating and exhausting trials lead her towards the death she so desperately seeks? This is a work of fiction and not meant to represent any real persons or places. All situations are a personal creation with characters from LucasFilms/Star Wars/Disney. DISCLAIMER: This is going to be a dark fic depicting graphic violence, death/murder, manipulation, dubious consent (dubcon), sexual content, and mental/physical assault. Tags and warnings will be provided at the start of each chapter as the story progresses. Please read with caution if any of those subjects are triggering to you. Take care of yourself first 🖤🖤 CatRen If you or someone you know is a victim of sexual assault and needs help, please reach out to the National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673 (US) or at www.rainn.org. Special thanks to @leemarie66 and @baeelyy for help guiding, supporting, and editing this work. 9/25/2020: #1 darkkink tag #2 Knights of Ren tag #4 darkfic tag

A mission gone terribly wrong leaves you mouthing off to Commander Ren. A hangar hijacked leaves you demoted to sanitation crew. A bad joke leaves you #1 on your new boss's shit list......what else could go wrong?....A moment of sexual tension leaving you wanting more from the one man you are supposed to hate with every ounce of your being? Kylo X Reader Top rankings: #1kyloxreader ⚠️WARNING: Content includes smut⚠️ ***First time writing one of these, please be gentle :)***

At Hogwarts, Professor Eliza Riddle carries a name steeped in legend-and darkness. Once bound by love to the boy who would become Lord Voldemort, Eliza has spent years hiding her past behind quiet lessons and watchful eyes. But when her students begin to ask questions-especially a curious fifth-year named Harry Potter-Eliza's carefully guarded secrets start to unravel. As whispers of Voldemort's return stir fear across the wizarding world, Eliza is drawn back into the shadows she left behind. Old alliances are rekindled, the Knights of Riddle gather once more, and the castle prepares for war. Caught between duty and desire, between the students she's sworn to protect and the man who once held her heart, Eliza must make an impossible choice. In the final battle, where love and loyalty are tested and the fate of magic hangs in the balance, Eliza discovers that even the darkest soul may carry a flicker of light-and sometimes, the greatest weapon isn't power, but love. Hauntingly romantic and rich with lore, this is the untold story of the woman who loved Tom Riddle-and what happened when he loved her back.

After years of captivity, Hermione Granger fights her way onto the streets of Voldemort's London with only the knife in her pocket and the blood on her hands. There's a checkpoint on every corner, a curfew enforced by Voldemort's most trusted followers, and the only way back to the Boy Who Lived is through the Death Eater responsible for her capture in the first place. All credits go to the amazing Lena Phoria. This is not my story I am just reuploading it to wattpad for easy access.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

He pushes me against one of the book shelves and I am glad that all students and Madam Pince have left. His lips trail to my neck, "Let me be honest, that mark above your breast, turns me on so much" he says biting the flesh of my breast. "Oh, and I am never that drunk to not know when a girl slaps me" His hand grabs around my neck as he lays me down, "That was quite a swing, princess" He's talking about how I slapped him when he got drunk after that match when him and I were in an argument. "Get over my knee" he orders adjusting his pants as he man-spreads on the chair. His lap teasing me to get over it for a night of my life. "What?" I blink innocently, "Over my knee. Now" I get over his knee without another question, because Draco Malfoy does not ask twice. Olivia was never just an ordinary girl. Muggle-born-or so she's told-she joins Hogwarts in her first year and quickly discovers that her powers go far beyond what any young witch should possess. As Olivia uncovers chilling secrets about her past, she finds herself drawn into the fight alongside the Golden Trio against the rising dark forces. But when her path collides with Draco Malfoy-her sworn rival turned reluctant ally-everything changes. Love sparks in the shadows, truths unravel, and Olivia is forced to confront the darkest secret of all... the one hidden inside herself. Power. Legacy. And a love that could destroy or save them both. All the copyrights and characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, except for the ones that I will create, which will be easy to identify. The general story idea is similar to HP movies, but with my own fanfiction spiciness. My story happens around this time, well not actually 2020s but not in 1900s too. So hope you enjoy a little magic, love and pain with modern tech! And a little warning - MATURE CONTENT. Contains harsh language, knife work, smut and fluff.