Maeve has always been haunted by the loss of her parents, retreating into a world of solitude with her closest friends and her cat, Archie. But after a chance encounter with the captivating couple, Scarlett and Reese, her world is turned upside down. Maeve is irresistibly drawn to their gentle dominance and protective nature, stirring unfamiliar emotions. As she navigates these feelings and her complicated past, Maeve must decide if she's ready to open her heart to the powerful connection they offer-and trust that their care could help her heal in ways she never imagined. **************** "Come here little one," Reese murmured, reaching out. Maeve's arms fell around his neck as he scooped her up, cradling her against his chest like she was the most delicate thing in the world. She trembled slightly in his hold, her body exhausted but still shaken. Scarlett fell into step beside them, her gaze lingering on Maeve, concern softening the usual sharpness in her expression. As Scarlett shifted beside Maeve, her voice was soft but warm. "Hey Bunny, it's just me. Don't worry, we're going to take care of you, okay?" Her soothing tone melted through Maeve's defenses as Maeve nodded slowly, the tears still glistening in her eyes. Scarlett's touch was firm yet gentle as she guided Maeve's hands in hers, offering both comfort and quiet strength.

She's a dancer chasing perfection. He's a professor and mafia member who sees through every mask she wears. After a violent attack shatters her routine, Aurora finds herself drawn into Harry's world-one of quiet authority, fierce protection, and a love she's never been allowed to want. Suddenly, she finds herself re-evaluating decades worth of lies she's been told by her family and society. But healing isn't easy when you've been taught you're too much to care for. A slow-burn DDLG romance about trauma, trust, and learning how to be held.

A young broken girl. Already given up on the world around her. A little by the name of Charlotte will soon relearn what a soft touch feels like. When Tatum Sinclair stumbles across her.

Castiel Damino a figure of relentless power, the embodiment of darkness. His piercing gaze and unyielding presence strike fear into all who cross his path. His heart void of compassion. At least until he meets someone who he craves. Daisy Mae Sullivan a sweet and gentle soul. She approaches the world with an open mind and tender kindness allowing her to find the beauty in the darkest of places. Her soft spoken demeanor radiates warmth and innocence.

Evie-Lou Darling Reid is a literal darling. With a heart full of wonder, she carries a quiet grace that feels both fragile and enduring. Since the passing of her mother, life has felt a little heavier for her. But she managed to stay soft. Then, there's them. Alaric Wilder, Clyde Armistead, Timur Baranovskiy, and Marshall Calloway form an unlikely brotherhood bound not by blood, but by unshakable loyalty. Their presence was commanding and wild, unlike the calm innocence she carried. They met one night; a night full of hope for her, and a twist of fate for them.

König X O/C X Ghost X Soap MFMM *** I do not own the original MW2 characters, only my O/C**** Honesty "Mouse" Bloomfield was raised to be a soldier. After needing a leave of absence to recover from trauma and wounds from a mission gone wrong that ended with her being captured and tortured for two years. Although nervous, and with new fears and anxieties, she is brought back into active duty by Chief Laswell, and thrust into Task Force 141. And into the arms of three men she didn't know she needed. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE MODERN WARFARE CHARACTERS. THIS IS A FANFICTION. THE ONLY CHARACTER I OWN IS THE ONE OF MY OWN CREATION. THERE WILL BE ADULT CONTENT IN THIS STORY. **TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDE, BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO: ANXIETY, STRESS, SCARS, TALK OF WOUNDS, BLOOD, BATTLE GORE, WEAPONS, KNIVES, SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN MULTIPLE PARTNERS, BONDAGE, PET PLAY, COLLARING, CHOKING, VOYUERISM, GAGGING, SUBMISSIVE MEN, FORCED CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS

King Triphus has been looking for a little for years. With no luck he's been in a rut, when finally he meets the perfect little girl. She's all he'd been looking for, learning to take care of a new baby is hard.

In a world where regression is sacred and dragons are born to protect the Littles they bond with... one ancient soul awakens to claim his own In this world, dragons aren't just companions, they're guardians, designed by magic itself to protect Littles in their most vulnerable state. Once bonded, they share emotions, instincts, and something deeper than words. But even dragons can't do it all alone. At the Academy, where Littles train and grow alongside their bonded dragons, caregivers are also in training, learning not only about Littles and their unique needs but also about their dragons, the deep bonds they share, and the art of protection and battle. When a powerful leader with a fearsome dragon of his own has his eye on Amara. His presence stirs something new. As thunder meets flame and dragons clash in the skies, Amara must navigate the tender pull of regression, the raw power of her bond, and the rising storm of emotions she can't control. Because when dragons fall, they fall hard. And when they love, they burn.

Ksenia is twenty-five but has never truly lived. Haunted by a childhood stolen too soon and burdened by memories too dark to name, she drifts through life with quiet detachment-until one rainy morning leads her to the office of Dominic Salvatore, a therapist who sees too much, feels too deeply, and has no business caring for her the way he does. Dominic is polished, composed, and in control. But when Ksenia walks into his office, all of that begins to unravel. There's something in her stillness that ignites every protective instinct in him. She is vulnerable, submissive, and devastatingly broken-and he knows the line between doctor and desire is one he should never cross. What begins as therapy becomes something else entirely. As their sessions grow more raw, and Ksenia's fragile regressions reveal the child within, Dominic finds himself aching to heal what he never caused-and wanting what he should never touch. In a city that never sleeps, two damaged souls collide in a forbidden dance of dominance and surrender, pain and desire, reparenting and erotic tension. This is not a love story. This is how love breaks the rules.