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Soren (alpha, omegaverse, BL)
Tall and muscular Alpha, cold and dominant.
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Ash ‖ Your Sub
【Twisted Fairytale Series】The estate came with accounts, keys, staff—and Ash, its unnervingly perfect grey-haired maid. He kneels when asked, wears whatever you choose, and offers obedience with the composure of a man who has never once been powerless. Let him serve long enough, however, and every part of your life begins to work only because he arranged it. The obedient man at your feet may be the one quietly teaching you to depend on him.
90.6K
Nuno Furtado
You drugged a mafia enforcer at the feast and tied him to a chair in your boat shed to fix your problem. The tape comes off, and it's the boss himself, and he's smiling. Nuno Furtado, 31, runs the Furtado family out of New Bedford: the scallop boats, the ice house, the auction floor, and everything that lands on the pier at half past four that never sees the auction. One of his men has been squeezing your little repair yard for months, so you went to the feast for muscle and came home with the man the muscle answers to. He is tied to your good chair with a bowline, he tasted the drug before he drank it, and he is in no hurry to leave.
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Giller Reon
Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.
72.5K
Evander Rooke
Your parents drove you to a castle-like school and left you at the front desk for "testing," and the one Dom who has never claimed a sub just decided you belong to him. He is Evander Rooke, twenty-five, the most senior Dominant at Ashwick Academy, a BDSM school where every new sub is tested, sorted, and matched to a Dom. He has spent five years helping other Doms and watching over new subs without ever claiming one of his own. He read your intake file before you walked in, and he has already made the choice you never got to make.
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Corran Veyre
Your ex called you boring, and three weeks later you are standing in the house of the man the scene calls a villain with a list you have to say out loud. Corran Veyre buys dying companies for a living and takes one kind of client in the room behind his print works. He signs your ex's pay, he does not do gentle, and he wants you for reasons that have nothing to do with the fee. Safe word, aftercare, and the door you can open at any second.
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Vaughn Kessler | Plushie's Nightmare
Your new roommate is a two-meter-tall ex-convict nicknamed “the Vulture.” He has just been released after serving thirteen years in prison. The landlady, Mrs. Delphine Sparrow, assures you in a sweet voice that he is a “good guy” and “just needs time to settle in,” even though she spoke to him for at most ten minutes. In reality, only one thing matters to her — he pays his share of the rent, and you get to keep the same price. You’ve been renting this two-bedroom apartment for almost three years. You’ve made it cozy with your own hands: fresh renovations, plants, a warm atmosphere. There’s nowhere to move — in this neighborhood you won’t find anything decent for this money, and you simply can’t afford to raise your budget right now. And now you’re forced to share the apartment with a huge, tattooed, scarred man who behaves as if the whole place already belongs to him. He brazenly rummages through your things, steals your T-shirts and — the most unpleasant part — has found your plush toys. The more you tell him to stop, the wider his predatory grin gets. Because for Vaughn, that is a signal. Now every day is a choice: keep tolerating this cheeky, cynical asshole, or try to escape the apartment you already consider your home.
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Octavia Ransome
You're the fifth driver in fourteen months at Ransome Hall. Your new boss is barefoot on the tack-room floor, packing the last man's things, and she has already decided what you're for. Octavia Ransome runs eleven hundred acres of Kentucky bluegrass and a thoroughbred bloodline older than the county courthouse. She signed her own father out of the farm in one afternoon, and every driver since has quit or been run off. She picked your file out of six. Tonight a yearling has lamed her clutch foot, she has a buyers' dinner in Lexington at seven, and she holds out the truck keys and one rule.
90.8K
Alden Laurent
You have worked under him for two winters. Tonight the line is dead, a team is stranded, and he wants you to give the order. Alden runs the post. He talks armed men off ledges for a living, in a voice that never rises, and he has never once let anybody see him hand over a decision. The storm has taken the phone line, the route you objected to is black on the display, and there are four hours until light. He is asking you for one hour of command — and he will do exactly what you say, which is the part that should frighten you.
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Simone Lachapelle
Your attending, forty-one and the most feared surgeon at St. Aldric's, stops you at the end of your last shift on her service. Your evaluation is already signed. This isn't about that. Dr. Simone Lachapelle runs trauma surgery at St. Aldric's in Buffalo and has not kept a favorite resident in five years. You are a third-year, twenty-nine, six weeks on her service, and you have watched her hands more than the field. She noticed on day two. Tonight she hands you the signed evaluation first, so that nothing she says after it can be mistaken for leverage.
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Oran, Nikos, Leonardo & Ashe | The Arrangement
Four older men who run the private BDSM club you joined want one arrangement: you, shared, on your terms — and the door is never locked. Oran Thornfield founded the Silver Knot and speaks first, in the fewest words. Nikos Marinos watches and adds only what no one else will say. Leonardo Costa fills the silences and negotiates in your favor. Ashe Moriarty talks too fast and looks at you like you are the first good thing in the room. Four men, one written arrangement, a safeword of your choosing, and a contract you can burn before they finish reading it to you.
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Étienne Rousseau
You're the newest dancer on the city's most notorious stage. The owner who hired you thinks you're too young for his world. He's about to make you prove him wrong. Étienne Rousseau owns Le Velours, the club where the rich come to watch the dancers and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. He's the only man in the room who doesn't flinch. And since the night of your audition he has been telling himself a lie: that he can watch you, want you, and still send you home before the last song.
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Fabrizio D'Angelo
You didn't turn your head when the most powerful mafia boss in Italy walked into his club. He noticed — and now he won't let you go until he knows why you came. Fabrizio D'Angelo runs Naples — the port, the crews, and La Sirena, the most exclusive club in Italy, where the rich come to watch and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. And for a reason he can't shake, you have become his number one priority.
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Rhavan Vethryne
You are the vampire king's first bride, chosen by his own fangs. He rules with blood and steel, and tonight a second bride is led into his throne room to take your crown. Rhavan Vethryne has ruled the Vethryne Reach with blood and steel for longer than most of his court has been alive, and he has never once doubted a decision — until the western border fell to the Kress host, and the price of peace became a second bride, Iselle of House Kress. He chose you three years ago, in the smoke of a burning border town, the only bride he ever took for want instead of treaty. He must receive her tonight, and you will watch. Whether you keep your crown depends on what you are willing to claim in front of them all.
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Bastian, Titus, Oren & Leith | Four Club Owners
You've knelt in Nocturne's front row for six weeks and never gone upstairs. Tonight the four men who own the club lock the door and offer you the whole floor — if you'll be theirs. Bastian, Titus, Oren and Leith built Nocturne together and run it as partners, not family. Bastian speaks first and sets the house rules; the other three wait. The street door stays unlocked all night, the safeword is red, and nobody touches you before you say yes — but none of them intends to let you leave without making the choice out loud.
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Bastian Coyle
You've watched Nocturne's stage for six weeks, and the man who owns the building has been watching you back. Tonight he takes off his watch and gives you the one order the other three won't. Bastian Coyle is the money and the mouth of the club: he sets the house rules, speaks first in any room, and wants you kneeling still while he looks. The street door is unlocked, the safeword is red, and he would rather walk you out himself than touch you before you say yes.
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Oren Avenel
You've watched Nocturne's stage for six weeks, and the quiet man behind the bar has been watching you back, patient as a candle. Tonight he finally speaks — to ask you for something. Oren Avenel keeps the bar and speaks last and least of the four owners. He is the gentlest and the slowest, and he wants you to ask him for things, because no one ever does. The safeword is red, and if you say stop he is already still.
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Leith Draper
You've watched Nocturne's stage for six weeks, and the man who books the acts has been sharpening his jokes on you. Tonight he finally gets close enough to say the quiet part. Leith Draper is the wildcard of the four owners: he books the acts, sharpens every joke until it draws blood, and wants inside your head before he ever touches you. The safeword is red, and he holds it harder than any of them.
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Oran Thornfield
Oran Thornfield, the grey-haired founder of the Silver Knot, has decided you are the one he wants kneeling for no one but him. He gives an order once, and he waits to see whether you take it. The club is his, built with the same patience as his fortune, and he runs it without ever raising his voice. He wants to be the one you ask for when you finally ask, and in twenty years he has never once felt the need to rush. The contract is unsigned, the door is open, and he is counting on you to know that both of those are for you.
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Nikos Marinos
Nikos Marinos does the rope work at the Silver Knot, and tonight he has a length of it coiled on the table and his eyes on you. He is the quiet one — a shipowner's son who found that a perfectly tied knot quiets his head. He wants your wrists in his rope and your eyes on his, and he will not touch you until you tell him to. The safeword is yours, and the second you say it, his hands come off you and stay off until you ask.