consensual non-consent

Dragonspine is cold, and Albedo has a way to warm you up. (reader is gender neutral and no gendered terms are used)

fucking jimin has always been jeongguk's favourite hobby. ruts just made it that much more special. translated to vietnamese here.

If there’s one thing Hermione Granger is good at, it’s using magic to fix her problems. And this time, her problem is sex. Luckily, she has the perfect solution: a locket enchanted with the Patented Daydream Charm. Whenever she opens it, she’ll find herself in Dreamland, where she can live out all her filthiest fantasies risk-free. The magic is a bit tricky, though. For some reason, Malfoy keeps showing up there with her. Thank goodness it’s only an illusion—if that was really him, she would never live it down. Meanwhile, Draco is determined to figure out who the fuck is cursing him to suffer through highly realistic, erotic hallucinations of his secret childhood crush. When he finds the culprit, there will be hell to pay.

Jisung stutters his way through the asking. I like the chase. I want you to catch me when I run away. I need to know that no one can ruin this, you and me, not even myself. He barely gets the words out, and then tries to turn to hide afterwards, but of course Minho doesn’t let him. His voice is smooth when he says, “of course I can hunt you down, honey, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want?” His eyes tell a different story. Already, his pupils are dilating. Jisung nods jerkily in response.

At this time of year, the mating seasons of various species of animals within the forest are kicking into gear. Even the most docile of creatures can become aggressive. Territorial, hungry, inconsolable, and unrecognizable. Possessive. One such species who find their mates and share their beds this season is the fennec fox.

gyuvin glances down at ricky sprawled petulantly across their sheets, silent rage rolling off his unmoving body in thick waves. he’s so perfect. doll-like, would be the best way to describe it. the realization makes arousal sink hard and fast into gyuvin’s lower stomach as he keeps staring down at ricky, unable to turn his gaze away. he really looks like a doll, gyuvin thinks, and wouldn’t it be a shame if no one played with such a pretty toy? ricky doesn’t react when the mattress dips under gyuvin’s weight. he doesn’t react when gyuvin slides one hand up the small of his back, the warmth of his hand surely felt under flimsy lace. he doesn’t react when gyuvin leans down to breathe softly against his exposed nape, stirring the few wispy strands curled at the base of his neck. “babe,” gyuvin whispers. “wanna play a game?” happy wife, happy life. those are the words that gyuvin, the devoted husband of one particularly finicky cat, chooses to live by. sometimes, he suspects that ricky likes to start fights just so they can make up, and luckily for the both of them, gyuvin knows how to kiss it better.

Both hungered for freedom, revenge, power, and unexpectedly, love. But when she rejected her father, Bhaal, and aided Astarion's ascension, his offer of eternity was met with her firm refusal; she refused to be bound to another master. A decade later, a mysterious letter lured her back to Baldur's Gate, tempting her with the allure of power. Returning to the city, she prepared to face the shadows of her past, unsure of what awaited her as she braced herself for the consequences of her past choices.