Slice of Life + Erotica A story centred around two doting owners and their pampered sub. Read the tags!! Sporadic uploads with zero cliffhangers.

⚠︎ NSFW | Read the tags!! ⚠︎ "Don't take sweets from strangers." I don't. I accept comfort, luxury, and raw poundings instead. What else can I do when the stranger looks like...salvation? The kind who wears neat suits, has soft hands, and deals sweet words. It's a tip I should have obeyed, but the reward for taking it in is much more sugary. But do I love the sweetness or the dignity it costs? A short erotic fiction. tldr / I was scooped from the curb and kept as some big shot's sugar baby. word count / 11k+ [edited once]

Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

A romance story illustrating the collision of two different worlds. Bubbly and innocent Aurelia, a talented painter with an affinity for pastel dreams, finds herself colliding with the rugged and mysterious Atticus-a brooding underground boxer with a heart submerged in shadows. Together, they navigate the delicate dance of love, art, and self-discovery, painting a portrait of passion in the depths of midnight. Will their unconventional connection withstand the challenges that arise, or will it fade like a fleeting masterpiece? A safe read <3 no cheating, no mean male lead, no excessive drama.

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.