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Blue Gem [BL]

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.
TellyD · 79k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 136.2k Views

Clumsy Eight-Tailed Fox with Her Fourth Husband

Marriage means different things to different people. For Thalia Kim, it means survival. Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart. She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others. He hadn’t. He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong. That was how she lost her first tail. Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky. So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human. The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive. It would have worked. If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter. A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought. But he didn’t. He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked. Now, things are already starting to go wrong. Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions. Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem... This marriage might keep her alive. Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.
fyaya · 31.7k Views

[BL]Obsessed By A Crazy Baby Puppy Esper

MalexMale hot hot hot scenes alert!!! Genre: Guide verse, Action, Romance, Smut, R18, LGBT, Boylove Blur: “If you’re a student, then go to school properly. Stop talking about saving the world all day long, even if you’re an S-rank Esper!” Once again, it was a day where I kicked Jo Hyun out of Team 7’s office. The kid wasn’t even eighteen yet, but he kept insisting on becoming an Esper. “But I have to become the strongest Esper. Only then can I become your Partner, Kim Jun-Hyung!” No matter how adorably you look at me with those sparkling eyes, it won’t work. I’m an S-rank Guide who can sleep with anyone I like, but I will absolutely never touch a high school student! “Hyung definitely belongs to me! I’ll never let anyone else touch Hyung!” And this kid has even started demanding exclusive possession of me! Jo Hyun, at the very least, graduated from high school first!!! … “Kim Jun-Hyung, I thought you were just going to let me die…” “Shut up and let your waist do what it’s supposed to do!” “Damn it, don’t bite like you’re a dog!” “Hyung, woof woof!” Tag: Seductive Bottom, Free-spirited Bottom, Older Bottom, Powerful Bottom, Younger Top, Puppy-type Top, Possessive Top, Powerful Top, Guide Verse, Top pursuing Bottom Series: Loving In The Apocalypse Books In the Series (3 more in this year) Obsessed By A Crazy Baby Puppy Esper Taming An Badass SS Rank Esper Involved With A Perverted SS Rank Esper How To Be Loved By A Badly Criminal Esper
Hakixian · 90.7k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 77.3k Views

Seducing the Demon Lord

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Hebner Grand spent a lifetime as a shadow, a powerless human forced to bow before the whims of the gifted. When the abyss finally offered him a choice—to be a savior or a scourge—he chose to burn the world that broke him. Now, as the absolute Demon Lord, his word is law and his power is unrivaled. Hannah McKay is a brilliant scientist driven by a single, desperate goal: Project Y- a goal born not only from duty, but from a loss that still haunts her. Her life’s work depends on creating a serum to pacify the aggressive demon hordes, and the final, vital ingredient is the genetic material of the Demon Lord himself. She has successfully harvested from every lower demon tier, but Hebner is a statistical anomaly. Despite the endless parade of succubi and sirens sent to his bed, he remains unmoved. He never releases; his body is a fortress that denies pleasure and refuses to surrender its seed. Desperate to save what remains of humanity, Hannah infiltrates the dark palace disguised as a lowly human servant. She knows the risks: Hebner harbors a visceral, cold hatred for her kind, viewing humans as the cause of his early misery. Her mission is simple but dangerous: 1. Seduce the most powerful being in existence. 2. Trigger a physical release that no one else has managed to elicit. 3. Harvest the sperm sample necessary to complete Project Y. As Hannah navigates the halls of the demon palace, she finds that Hebner isn't just a monster—he is a man fueled by a deep-seated ache for the respect he was never shown. When she finally catches his eye, the friction between his hatred for humans and his undeniable, carnal curiosity creates a volatile spark. Hannah expected a cold extraction. She didn't expect the overwhelming intensity of a king who has held back his desires for an eternity. To get the sperm sample she needs, she must break through his iron self-control, but in doing so, she risks falling for the very demon she intended to neutralize. In a world of shadows and power, their union becomes a battle of wills. ___ Ahnn... My Lord..." Hannah gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of intense, electric pleasure shot up her spine from the simple pressure of his gloved fingers against her hyper-sensitive clitoris. She leaned her weight into his hand, her inner muscles contracting instinctively around his fingers, begging for the deep thrust she had just described. But Hebner was a master of psychological torment. He didn't thrust. He didn't give her the relief her body was screaming for. He curled his fingers, deliberately collecting a thick, viscous layer of her hot, aromatic cream onto the dark leather of his glove. With a swift, violent motion, he yanked his hand out from beneath her clothes. Hebner held his hand up between their faces. The dark leather of his glove glistened under the dim violet lanterns, covered in the clear, glistening fluid of her arousal. He looked at it with an expression of profound, aristocratic disgust. With a cold, mocking sneer, Hebner reached out and wiped his stained fingers directly across the front of Hannah's own tunic, smearing her own wetness into the fabric over her breast. "Filth," Hebner spat, his voice dripping with an unadulterated, icy venom that cut through the lingering warmth in her veins. He straightened his robes, his eyes turning dead and unfeeling as he looked down at her shivering, desperate form. "You are nothing but a leaking vessel of basic animal instinct. Enjoy your solitary heat, human. It is the closest you will ever get to the Sovereign." Later when alone; But his carnal madness was too strong. Driven by a reckless, unholy curiosity, Hebner lowered his head. He parted his lips and swiped his tongue across the dark leather of his glove, licking the remaining cream off the surface "Damn her!."
Jacinta_Vike · 28.9k Views