Pokimane Mouth

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

"Are you kidding me? I get jealous the second somebody else even looks in your direction! Do you think that's because I just want to fuck you?" He demanded. Then he paused, staring at me in that way of his that made me want to crawl out of my skin. "I can't do this anymore," he exclaimed, his mouth wide open, his eyes bigger than saucers. He looked like he wanted to scream. And he might as well have, for what he said next. "I'm in love with you, Rina. I have been for months. That's the reason I can't leave you alone, because I can't get you out of my head!" Tropes: Enemies to lover, bully romance, second chance romance. Written from dual points of view in two different time periods. Trigger warning for brief discussions of child abuse, self-harm, suicide, and dubious consent. 10 years ago, Rina was a foster child placed with a new family in Wellsprings, a wealthy suburb of Washington, D.C.. Prior to the start of her senior year, Rina stumbles upon the captain of the football team, Easton Clarke, shooting steroids before practice. Handsome but an asshole, Rina vows to avoid Easton at all costs. The only problem? He doesn't want to leave her alone. Easton Clarke knows the only way to win his father's approval is to perform on the field. If Rina rats him out for steroid use, his chances of playing college football--and of his father finally being proud of him--will be ruined. Intent on making sure Rina keeps her mouth shut, Easton vows to make her life at Wellsprings as isolated as possible. That is, until Easton realizes he can't get the mysterious new girl out of his head. As fall progresses into winter and secrets begin to come to light, Easton will do anything to keep the girl who could ruin his life to himself. When he goes too far, though, he risks losing everything.

Desmond Se White is an immortal. But after a failed suicide attempt and the mysterious death of a mortal girl, he is sentenced to the High Prison buried beneath Eden. There, in the darkness, he meets his only cellmate—an enigmatic prisoner known only as Yellow. And soon, Desmond will be forced to choose between surviving the prison… or bargaining with something far older than it.

He doesn't carry a gun. He doesn't build empires. He doesn't lead armies. But the world's richest men—CEOs, kings, criminals, and politicians—are unknowingly raising his children. Lucien Vale moves like a shadow through the gilded worlds of the elite, a man whose pleasure is power and whose power is pleasure. With nothing but his mind, his mouth, and an untraceable past, he seduces the wives of the 1% and leaves behind an invisible empire of obsession, betrayal, and bloodlines. They think they're in control. They think he's just a ghost. But when the future of global power shifts... all roads lead back to him.

“Your shadow remembers what your mind chose to forget.” Aarav was never meant to survive. Cursed to die before his 777th day, he awakens the forbidden Ajna Chakra — the Third Eye — long before any soul should. But this awakening isn’t a gift. It’s a challenge. Each of the seven chakras hides a trial rooted in karma, silence, pain... and memory. His path will lead him into cursed temples, forgotten caves, and a monastery where monks have no mouths. Guided by an ancient scroll and hunted by shadows of his past self, Aarav must uncover the truth buried in his soul — or be consumed by it. Spiritual power isn’t granted. It’s earned. And not everyone who opens the Ajna survives it.

This book is a Sequel to "Paige: Diary of a lost Teen" by sarah_ofomola "What kind of man loves someone like me?" I questioned that evening the gushing sound of waves was the relaxing sea flooding my senses. I've always wanted to be here, alone with him on the beach sand. "I was not only abused, I was dirty. I was angry and I hated you." I confessed. "How come you stayed?" Salt water seeped through my lips souring up my mouth. My heart melted. "I don't deserve you!" " I love you!" I said, and as usual the winds brought his response back to me. I'm Adediwura, Toluwanile and this is my Story...

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

[sweet, pampering] [strong FL, 1v1] He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly. The first time they met, he questioned, "Six years ago, was it you?" The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, "You still dare to say your son isn't mine?" The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, "Sir, will you ever give it a rest?" The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, "Not before our second child is born."

The new book【Addicted to the Demon CEO's Kiss】is out now, please support~ 【Supremely Sweet and Adorable Pampering Story】Imperial City is in an uproar because the Little Overlord, Ou Zun, has become a devoted husband. When they were engaged, she ran away, but was later caught. He roared angrily, "I've provided for you, given you my heart and soul, and you still run away?" She fidgeted with her small hands, her cheeks rosy, "You're too good to me, I can't repay you." "Devote yourself to me." Upon hearing this, she couldn't contain her joy, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!" Everyone knew, Mù Qiānxún was the apple of Ou Zun's eye. He was so gentle with her, afraid the warmth of his mouth might melt her, and worried the air might freeze her. He even kept her tied to his belt, bringing her everywhere he went.

"You flirted with me and now you want to run away?" Being Special Agent, she is tired of serving her moody, unpredictable, and bad-tempered husband. It's exhausting. People say that Mu Yeli despises this country bumpkin wife who barged into his life halfway, he never gives her a second glance. But the truth is... "Sir, Madam is outside fighting with someone." "Why aren't you getting a doctor to check if she is injured?" "Sir, Madam has swollen the neighbor's Miss's mouth with a punch." "Why did she have to do it herself, what are you guys here for?" "Sir, Madam thinks you're too nosy and doesn't want you, so she ran away from home." "Bring her back... No, don't scare her, I'll go personally!"

After arriving in Japan, I became a high school student named Kamiyagawa. Looking around— Hanako crouched in the bathroom, waiting for someone to knock on the door; the Split-Mouth Woman wandered the streets with scissors in hand; Miss Mary's deathly calls echoed incessantly; the wails and barks in Inunaki Village never ceased; the Ubume searched for her long-dead child; the Aoandon smiled, enticing passersby to play with the lanterns of a hundred demons… In a crumbling world rampant with sinister tales and malevolent spirits, Kamiyagawa set a small goal for himself: "Defeat all the demons and monsters, and become the supreme ruler of ghosts and deities."

Jaquer had only two dreams. One, become an elite demon hunter; two, marry Princess Hader. But both of his dream were crushed by a single name, Venor. The newfound commander of the demons. When he thought his life couldn't get worse, the entire scenerio turned like a twisted knife when he was sent to slave under the demon commander. Sacrifice as a scapegoat for the kingdom, he and his hunter team, along with the princess were exile to Demon Realm. Feeling betrayed and disappointed by their very own people, they made a brilliant plan to escape. But was it easy? No, there were several barricade to cross and importantly, or strangely, Venor was always looking out for Jaquer, as if expecting any trouble from him. **** "Feed me, little thing." Venor glanced at the angry little man but still opened his mouth to be feed. Jaquer bit his lower lips as blood of rage boiled under his skin. But he had no choice. Did he? Therefore, he took the fork and projected towards Venor. Towards his mouth? No. Towards his eyes? Yes.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY DISTURBED BY MATURE THEMES. BLURB: “Oh…” I moaned before I could stop it. “Sorry…” I whispered steadying myself, but what he said next knocked the breath from me. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I couldn’t hold it anymore.” He grabbed me and lifted me onto the nearest freezer. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry. My stomach twisted with excitement. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our tongues moved fast, like we were devouring each. I lifted my hips from the freezer, rubbing my soaked pussy against his hard groin. My jumpsuit clung to my body, thin enough to feel everything. “Sienna…” he groaned. “Please… touch me,” I whispered against his mouth. ____ One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all?

With a sly grin on his lips, his eyes locked onto her. "Don't come chasing after me, my dear wife," he warned in a low voice, "unless you're ready to lose your virginity." Her mouth opened to speak, but no words formed, as desire pulsed through her body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- You could call it crazy but yes! I'm an innocent girl avoiding guys betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. I should be happy right?? But I'm just nineteen and he's thirty-two, I don't even know if I'm ready for it but what can a girl do? My parents want this. They say he's charming and women's choice. Should I be happy??... In "THE CEO's Little Wife," innocence clashes with power as a young beauty is betrothed to a feared billionaire. Can she tame the beast within him? Find out in this captivating tale of love and danger.

“Um… Mister… why did you suddenly kiss me?” Jihoon looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Ryul raised a brow. “What? You didn’t like it?” Jihoon opened his mouth to answer but found himself at a loss for words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After losing his parents in a tragic fire, Jihoon was left to care for his younger brother while juggling university and part-time jobs. When he moved into a new apartment, hoping for a fresh start, he met his reclusive neighbor, Ryul. He was a mysterious man who avoided interaction and had scars covering half of his face, making him appear even more intimidating. They never quite got along, yet whenever Jihoon found himself in trouble, Ryul was always there to help. Just when Jihoon started to wonder if there was more to him than his rough exterior, Ryul’s persistent ex-lover returned, unwilling to let go. To put an end to the harassment, Jihoon impulsively claimed that he and Ryul were dating. What began as a simple lie soon entangled them in a relationship neither had expected, one that might change their lives forever.

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

In a city humming with secrets and saxophones, two women drift toward the same smoky stage- one chasing escape, the other chasing survival. Beneath dim lights and over spilled gin, the night bends for no one. But when a voice unlike any other slices through the haze, everything stills. Glances linger. Time forgets itself. Whispers follow in the dark, but not all of them come from the mouths of men. Some stories are sung. Others are stolen. And some-some only begin when the music starts. Chapter updates every other 2-3 weeks.

WARNING: This book contains mature contents. what happens when... Victoria steel a beautiful, ruthless, and untouchable lady. As the Queen of acquisition, she buys failing Businesses, rebuilds and sells them for billions . No one dares stood in her way. Aiden Drake Cross, Billionaire tech genius,cold, calculating, and dangerous. He wasn't even supposed to be at that meeting but when Victoria's arrogance piqued his interest, he made a move that shocked everyone. "I will pay double" With these three words he stole the property she came to claim and walked out without a backward glance. Now Toria wants a revenge, but when Drakes unexpectedly became her business partner, and her biggest distraction. She finds herself caught between fury and desires she can't control. He is infuriating, controlling and a monster in bed. " You want to argue humm?" he murmured voice low and dangerous. "Fine but I know a better use for that sharp mouth of yours" he said. " Suck my c**k steel"....... Two titans, one battle field, a dangerous game of power, where the loser might lose their heart. Read to find out

Mythic Ascension: Rise of the Spear Saint Tags: Urban Fantasy • Found Family • Humor + Action • Misfit MC • Hidden Power • Smart-Mouthed Weapon • Gritty Setting • Prophecy with Punchlines Kyren Omari isn’t some chosen hero. He’s a broke teen hustling soup with a busted spear and a sarcastic younger brother. But when the sky lights up with his name and a mysterious power downloads into his soul—laughing all the way—Kyren becomes public enemy number one. Now everyone wants his head: bounty hunters, cultists, and a very formal assassin with a book that says Kyren’s story should end... immediately. He’s outgunned, undertrained, and his martial style won’t stop roasting him. So what does he do? He fights back.

Kotarō Nozomi is fluent in English—but not in speaking. Not in front of others. Quiet, observant, and chronically self-edited, he’s somehow drafted into his class’s English Debate Competition… and has no idea how to say no. Paired with Haruka—a bold, expressive club member—and Watanabe, who barely tries, Kotarō finds himself stuck between silence and expectation. At first, standing at the podium feels impossible. But when the tournament begins and he finally opens his mouth… something changes. From makeshift practice rooms to official matches, Kotarō starts to learn how to speak under pressure, how to argue with purpose—and how language can connect more than it divides. A slow-burn, grounded school drama about anxiety, competitive debate, unexpected growth, and the people who force us to speak—whether we’re ready or not.

Landon is a warlock with a talent for trouble. When a failed spell backfires, he gets shackled to Lucian—the ruthless Alpha of a werewolf pack that hates magic. Now Landon’s stuck obeying a guy who growls more than he talks, and Lucian's stuck with a smart-mouthed witch who can’t follow orders. But something’s wrong with the pack. Wolves are disappearing. The woods smell like rotting magic. And Landon is starting to think his curse might be the only thing keeping them alive. The problem? Landon’s magic comes with a price. The more he uses it, the less human he becomes. Lucian doesn’t trust him, the pack wants him dead, and the real enemy is closer than any of them realize. Time’s running out. Landon has to decide. Keep fighting the Alpha, or risk becoming the monster they all think he is.

Nicole knew better than to fall for temptation—but temptation never looked like Coach Dray Carter. He’s older. Forbidden. Off-limits in every possible way. But the moment she walked into his gym, the air changed. His eyes lingered too long. His voice dropped just for her. And she liked it—maybe too much. Then she saw him. With her. Pressed against the wall. His mouth on someone else’s skin. And still… she can’t stop thinking about him. This isn’t just a story of love. It’s obsession. Lust. Power. Because sometimes, the most dangerous man is the one who makes you feel alive. And Nicole? She’s done playing safe.

[ WARNING: Mature Content ] Noah Sullivan, a cheerful yet cold beauty of the business world was drugged and was forced to sleep with someone, on top of that that someone was a man. Opening his eyes he found out that the person he spend a night with is no other than his business partner, Ethan Caldwell. Seeing his partner's beautiful face only thing that came out of his mouth was "Oh!! I'm done for!!" "What!!?" Now the cold business partner he had now has changed into clingy husband. Would fate let this be?

Synopsis: Noa Aizawa, a communication arts student with an overly critical brain and sarcastic mouth, gets a rare opportunity to intern at a national TV station as an assistant to a documentary crew Dream? Maybe, But not if she has to work with Ren Kurosawa They are paired as an intern crew at a national TV station. At first awkward Then absurd, Then sensual and have to face technical misunderstandings, sharing rooms. This is not love on location but this is professional horny confusion, Overcoming differences in work style, personality, and absurd interests that are increasingly unstoppable with the background of the absurd television world

"What in fuck's name are you saying?!" I snapped at the Lycan Alpha. I knew that kind of disrespect could get my head ripped off, but I didn’t care. "You killed two of my men," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And you expect me to let you walk free?" I swallowed hard. He was right. A Demon Lycan Alpha like him should’ve already killed me. But he hadn’t. And I couldn’t walk away now — not before completing my mission. I took a slow breath and forced the panic out of my voice. "So what do you want from me?" His stare cut through me like a blade. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the words that came out of his mouth next. "I need a body to fuck. And yours will do So...Be my Beta by day. And warm my bed at night"

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

Aria Bennett thought her biggest problem was rent money and her sarcastic mouth that always got her into trouble. She never expected to witness a brutal mafia execution Or for the killer to recognize her. Don Viktor Kozlov isn’t just the most feared crime lord in the city. He’s the man she accidentally humiliated a year ago at a high-profile event. Now, he is offering her a twisted deal: Become his wife for one year, or take a bullet to the head. Aria is broke, trapped, and being fitted for a red wedding dress. Viktor is cold, controlled, and terrifyingly obsessed. She’s the chaos he never saw coming. He’s the devil she can’t stop craving. Their marriage is a lie. Their chemistry is lethal. Their wedding night? A battle of wills where the only rule is survival. “Try to run,” he whispers against her throat. “I love the chase.” Will Aria escape the monster who owns her... Or fall for the devil himself?

"Say yes… or be forgotten." On the edge of death, mid-fall into the mouth of a monster, Ikiryo hears a voice not of this world. It offers no comfort. Only a choice. A pact. “LET’S MAKE ONE.” With that cry, his blood ignites. A spirit binds to him. And nothing in his life — or this reality — will ever be the same again. Marked by ancient fire, haunted by memories not his own, and hunted by forces that should not exist, Ikiryo is no longer just a boy trying to survive his mother’s illness. He’s something else now. Something in between life and myth. And someone wants what’s inside him... Dark pacts. Blue flames. A past that bleeds into the present. A chance to rewrite fate itself. But how far would you go to save someone… if it meant losing yourself?

He was a surgical god in the future. Now in 2000s China? A broke intern with two mouths to feed. Armed with skills decades ahead of his time, Fang Zhiyan bargains with City Hospital: "Your ER needs me more than I need this job." "Your waiting lists vanish when I take charge." "And yes, your director will back my methods—especially after I save the mayor’s heir." No more compromises. Only lives reclaimed.

WARNING : 18+ Only > I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust. From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock. In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings. And I? I gave them every inch of me. This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.