Intensity kink
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You weren’t supposed to look at your professor like that—not with heat curling low in your stomach every time his hands touched clay, not when his voice dipped low to correct your form, not when he stood behind you and murmured instructions and directions.
You tried not to imagine how those same fingers would feel somewhere else. Tried to stay focused on your work, on your final portfolio, on your future. But every time Rafayel leaned over your shoulder, every time that deep voice brushed your ear, your mind slipped somewhere else entirely.
And when the tension finally broke, he didn't just take you—he sculpted you, worshiped you, ruined you like you were always meant to be his favorite masterpiece.
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Will Graham is young, beautiful, and far too dangerous for anyone’s comfort — least of all his own.
With no name, no title, and no patron but his pride, he leaves Gascony with nothing but a blade at his side and a fire in his chest. Paris does not welcome men like him. The Musketeers even less so.
But Will intends to make them see him.Hannibal Lecter, meanwhile, is the court’s most exquisite weapon: Commandant of the King’s Musketeers, adored by queens, envied by generals, untouchable in every way that matters.
He has danced through a hundred duels without a scratch. He has long since forgotten what it feels like to be surprised.And then, one morning in a forest just outside Saint-Germain-en-Laye, a boy with wild curls and blood on his mouth puts a blade to Hannibal’s arm — and draws the first cut anyone has ever left on him.
What follows is not friendship.
It’s not rivalry.
It’s something much better.
Something that sings in steel and silence and sweat.A story of court politics, sharp tongues, sharper blades, and two men who should never have met — but can no longer step away.
He should have been forgettable.
He wasn’t. -
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It’s not a question of whether she’ll say yes — it’s how long she can keep saying it. Zayne’s the one she loves, Sylus is the one he trusts, and together they are merciless: tongues, hands, and cocks taking turns in a rhythm meant to unravel her. Overstimulation, restraint, filthy encouragement, and the unshakable knowledge that they will not stop until she’s ruined just right. Consensual, extreme smut; adults only.