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Daddy One Shots
18.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
The Quarterback's Omega Mate
1.0K·Gin SilverwolfOdessa Sloane was an ordinary girl, trying to navigate life as an omega in a thriving pack until her mother married a billionaire and she became stepsister to her archenemy. To make matters worse, her fated mate appears, and he's off-limits. All Odessa wants to do is make it through college and hopefully craft a career as a physiotherapist, but that's difficult when the Pack's Alpha is hot on your back. Maverick isn't just the captain of the football team. He's the Alpha Heir. Maverick's focus was on having the best football year of his career with his two best friends, Storm and Gage, by his side, but that changed when an omega came into his life. His passion for her burns as strongly as his love for the sport. As Maverick's life comes under threat because his time to become Alpha nears, he has to protect Odessa. Odessa and Maverick must navigate the dynamics of their relationships while a mystery blooms surrounding Odessa's biological father and the real reasons behind the attacks on Maverick. Will their love survive the infernos of life?
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
66.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
Framed by Family, Back for Revenge
3.0K·Gale“Will you marry me?” “I don’t need money, a house, or a car. I just need a husband.” Fresh out of prison, a young woman was determined to escape the marriage her parents had arranged for her — a union with a disfigured, disabled heir from a powerful family. Desperate and out of options, she stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to marry her. To her shock, the man who agreed was impossibly handsome. Her new husband insisted he was nothing special, just an ordinary man. He warned her not to fall for him, because loving him would only end badly. So she kept her heart guarded. No attachment meant no heartbreak. But the longer they stayed married, the harder it became to ignore the way he looked at her… or the way he quietly inserted himself into her life. Then one night at a gala, she saw the childhood friend she had loved for years and realized the feelings were gone. Unfortunately, her husband noticed too. And he did not take it well.
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
No Longer the Alpha’s Luna
1.0K·Leandro SalgadoI was expelled from the tribe and about to become a rogue. And the one who did all this to me... was my mate! The Alpha I loved for eight years marked my cousin the night before I was to be crowned Luna. What's even more ridiculous is that he wanted to forcibly mark me too! He wanted to have two mates! I couldn't tolerate betrayal, even if it meant risking my life to forcibly sever the mate bond. I left him, and he regretted it, crying and begging me to come back. I smiled slightly, "Goodbye, Alpha."
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
123.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
After Prison, I Took My Revenge
0·Z·NyraAt my husband’s birthday party, he kicked me so hard I lost our baby. My own brother stood by, eyes cold, and spat, “You deserved it!” Later they framed me and had me thrown in prison. Three years behind bars—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. The day I was released, they knelt in front of me and begged me to come home. But I no longer have a home—only a body on the brink of collapse and a heart colder than hell. This time—it’s their turn to have nowhere to run.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
22.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Beneath the Blood Moon, She Rose
0·Z·NyraAt the Alpha’s birthday gala, my mate kicked me so hard I lost our pup. My own brother stood aside, eyes like winter stone, and hissed, “You deserved it.” They framed me after that and sent me to a cell. Three years—my child gone, my womb taken, even my last kidney beaten until it failed. When I finally walked free, they knelt and begged me to come home. But I have no home now—only a dying body and a heart colder than the High North. This time, they’ll be the ones with nowhere to run.
From Don's Pet to A Mafia Queen
82·patI’d been Don Dante Moretti’s secret mistress for five years. I told myself that swallowing my pride and staying obedient would eventually earn me a place at his side. Then, at his engagement party, the mafia princess looped a leather collar around my neck in front of everyone and humiliated me into a “pet puppy.” Dante just watched as my allergy closed my throat and I collapsed—then he let them lock me in a corrugated iron shed for three days and three nights while I burned with fever. So when my biological father—his deadliest enemy—sent men to pull me out of that shed that nearly became my grave, I took the hand that reached for me. Now, with a gun pressed to my forehead, Dante finally understands: what he lost wasn’t just a girl—he lost the key to controlling himself.
My Husband Donated His Loyalty
2·D.D.At 1:45 a.m., I came across Claire’s post—a photo of a pregnancy test, captioned: “Thank you, Elias Bennett, for making me believe in miracles again.” The comments were full of congratulations. He was tagged as “the child’s father.” We’ve been married seven years and never had any miracle. So I booked a different kind of “miracle”—an abortion tomorrow morning. He gives her a child to prove his loyalty; I give up mine to prove I can live without him.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
7.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
After I faked my death, my husband begged me to come back.
6·D.D.I, Sienna, stand in the center of our Manhattan penthouse living room, crumpled hotel receipts scattered at my feet. The dates match last week—when Adrian claimed he was on a business trip to Chicago. But the address on the receipts is the Rosewood Hotel, a mere ten-minute drive from our apartment. My fingertips are ice-cold as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. On the screen is Chloe's latest social media post—Chloe, whom I've treated like a little sister. A mirror selfie shows her in a loose silk nightgown, her hand resting seemingly casually on her flat stomach. The caption reads: "Surprised by new life, feeling a bit overwhelmed. But with you here, everything will be okay. @Adrian" Adrian. My fiancé. The man who, in just one month, will vow eternal fidelity to me before five hundred guests. The comments section is flooded with friends offering congratulations, calling them the "perfect couple." How absurd. Everyone knows Chloe is pregnant with Adrian's child—everyone except me, his actual fiancée, kept in the dark. My stomach churns. I nearly retch.
Alpha of Her Own
0·AndreaI was the Luna every she-wolf envied—until the Alpha I trusted shattered my world with another woman’s scent on his skin. Betrayal burned me alive, but beneath the ashes, my wolf stirred, hungry for freedom—and vengeance. Now I must choose: crawl back to the mate who destroyed me, or rise as the Alpha no one saw coming.
The Discarded Mafia Heiress Returns
4·Z·NyraI went to prison for seven years, taking the fall for my adopted sister. The day I was released, my fiancé came to pick me up—but didn’t even open the car door, only said coldly, “Hurry up. She’s waiting for me.” That was when I realized that during those seven years, they had already become a family. I lost my freedom to protect her reputation, while she slept in my bed and held my man’s hand. Everyone told me to be grateful, said this was my “sacrifice for the family.” But in that moment, I finally understood—this wasn’t sacrifice, it was slaughter, and I will make them pay for every drop of blood.
Luna No More
77·patFor years, I loved the Alpha who saved me, convinced our bond was written by fate. But on the eve of my twentieth birthday, I heard him promise another woman— “A half-blood doesn’t deserve to be my Luna.” So the half-blood he’d once pitied returned to the human world. And that would be the first step in how the bond would destroy him.
Glory Deception
53·-Six years into our marriage, my husband always said he was too busy to come see me. So I decided to fly back and surprise him myself. But when I walked into the coffee shop he frequented the most, the cashier sneered and asked me, “Why are you harassing my boss’s husband?” For six years, I had been working on a classified NASA project, believing my husband was just as busy with his own work. Only now did I discover that he had already built another perfect family. Even more ridiculous—he had been using **my benefits** to support them all this time. When I exposed the truth, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threatened me: “Six years of your career—are you really willing to destroy it just to expose me?” Until the moment NASA Security and the FBI knocked on the door, the lie he had spent six years weaving finally collapsed.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
10.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
