Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.

very slow updates | agere | description; leilani is a nineteen-year-old ballerina with a secret. off stage, in the quiet safety of her apartment, she slips into a world of softness. her little space. she's never shared that part of herself. not with anyone. until damien. cold, powerful, and always in control, damien is a ceo known for making people flinch with a single glance. but the moment he lays eyes on leilani, something inside him unravels.

An academy for littles and caregivers along with a varying range of subs. Set in an alternate universe where classifications are normal and pairings are the every day. Read the tags, read at your own discretion. Don't like it don't read. #1 - punishments 10/11/25 #1 - diapers 10/11/25 #1 - daddydom 11/11/25 #1 - classification 11/11/25 #1 - academy 17/11/25 #1 - nappies 17/11/25

MMC - Black hair, bronzed skin, dark eyes and a chest full of tattoos. Intelligent, controlling and ready to put you in your place. A dominant man that can tame any brat with a calm demeanor and a firm hand. FMC - Blue hair (for now), olive skin, chocolate eyes, and infinitely unimpressed. A transient wanderer that can't be held down, at least not without a fight. MMC... again? - Sandy brown hair, fair, so tall and wide you need a step stool to reach him, pale blue eyes and a sweet smile that will make you drop your guard. A pleasure dom that only wants to make you feel good even when it hurts. The FMC is barely able to resist these two men and their world of kink. When she finally does, a mysterious stranger shows up to throw her right back into the fire. New parts are released every Tuesday and Thursday. MATURE CONTENT WARNING - NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 Please be advised: This book has graphic sexual content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to descriptive violent sex scenes, BDSM, consensual non-consent, humiliation/degradation, complete surrender of control, orgasm control, impact play, sharing of bodily fluids (spit, cum), anal play, group play / sharing and ddlg (light age play). This book has graphic violent content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to gun violence and physical assault.

Camille Sarlin has always been bold-too bold, according to anyone who's ever tried to control her and hungry for answers she can't find in her everyday life, she's spent years circling the edges of the BDSM world, reading, researching, imagining... but never stepping inside. Until now. One night, fed up with her own hesitation, Camille finally walks into The Verge, an exclusive club known for its rules, its shadows, and the kind of intensity she's only dreamed of. She tells herself she's just there to observe. To watch. To understand. But the moment she enters, the air itself seems to shift-charged, deliberate, full of eyes that see too much. That's when she meets Darius Vale. He's a seasoned Dom with a reputation for precision and a presence that feels like gravity. Controlled. Composed. Unshakably calm. The last kind of man Camille should provoke-and exactly the kind she can't resist testing. Their first exchange is nothing more than a conversation... but it lands like a challenge neither of them voiced. Camille's curiosity collides with Darius's quiet power, and suddenly she isn't observing anymore-she's caught in something deeper, something she chose but doesn't yet understand. - 🥇Club (December 2025) 🥇 Mood (December 2025)

What happens when someone with a very high IQ has the kind of curiosity that killed the cat?... Tianna Blair is a problem. Little Tia is an even bigger problem. She talks back. She breaks rules. She takes up space she wasn't invited into. When she lands in a house that already has its own balance, everything goes wrong fast. Elias Sorinas runs a government-owned behavioral facility in a city that believes in control, compliance, and systems that look humane on paper. He's spent years enforcing structure, and believing in mechanisms that fix people - or at least contain them. Rossi Romano knows ink. That's pretty much it. Tia doesn't want help. Elias doesn't plan on getting attached. Rossi doesn't plan on caring. They all fail. ‎ꫂ᭪݁‎ꫂ᭪݁‎ꫂ᭪݁ Age regression story with an MMF relationship. Updates will be daily. Enjoy <3

'' i wish you would've let me drown that day, i wish i never met you, i wish that you had died trying to drag me out the water, i wish that i could forget you''

❛❛I foresee terrible trouble, and I stay here just the same.❞ 「TW: Dark themes. Death, SH, abuse, addiction, age gap, childhood trauma.」 ❛❛I wonder what it'd feel like if you cleaned up the mess I just made with your mouth, Ash. I've pretty much been a dripping, desperate mess for you since I was sixteen. You knew that though, right?❞ 「You're stubborn as hell and you hate confrontation and you pretend things don't hurt when they do. But you saved me. Not because I deserved it. Just because you couldn't stand the idea of me drowning. You're a good person, Jules.」

𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚? 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. ⋆⭒˚🍑｡⭒⋆ 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 swore she'd never come back. Not to the cracked sidewalks and creaking porches of a town that watched everything give up. Not to the ghosts that still lingered in the house her mama left behind. And definitely not to... 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝘾𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢 - the boy who knew every inch of her heart before she ever learned how to guard it. But grief has a way of calling you home. Now, years later, Peach is back where it all started: sorting through her dead mother's things, drinking too much of her good wine, and pretending she doesn't notice the way Tommy still looks at her from five houses down. He's not the same golden boy she left behind. His shoulders are heavier. His smile - when it shows at all - never reaches his eyes. He spends his days fixing other people's things and taking care of a sick mother in the same house that's slowly falling apart. And still, somehow, he shows up. To fix her railing. To fix her roof. To remind her of everything they used to be before the world got too hard. She broke his heart once by leaving. He's breaking hers now by staying exactly where she left him.

She wasn't looking for structure. He wasn't expecting chaos. In a world where boundaries matter and power balances shift with a glance, two very different people find themselves drawn into something neither of them saw coming. Sharp-tongued and restless, Lilith knows how to push buttons-and she's never met one she didn't want to press. Jaxon is disciplined, unshakably composed, and used to control-in every sense of the word. But when their paths cross, control becomes a question, tension becomes a constant, and nothing stays simple for long. What begins as correction soon tangles into connection. And some lessons? They go far beyond the classroom.