"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

Bella Moore has spent her life running away from hockey. Growing up in a family obsessed with the sport, she watched her father, coach of the Boston Bruins, devote himself entirely to her brother Antony's career, while she disappeared into the background. Now 26, she is a therapist who helps teenagers overcome addiction. All she wants is a quie and simple life far away from hockey. Lucas Moreau is everything Bella is not. He is the NHL's most famous bad boy, a French Canadian enforcer for the Montreal Canadiens. Charismatic, arrogant, and unapologetically aggressive, Lucas loves to dominate, attract attention, and break hearts. When their worlds collide, the rivalry between Boston and Montreal isn't the only source of tension.

At Deveaux & Associates, nobody survives Imani Deveaux untouched. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. She runs Manhattan's most feared corporate law firm impossible standards and a reputation sharp enough to make grown attorneys nervous. Then London Pierce walked into her firm. New Associate. Financially drowning. Desperate to prove himself. He tells himself he only admires her because she's good at what she does. Until late nights turn personal. Until courtroom tension follows them home. Until he meets the side of Imani nobody in the office even knows exists. "We're partners" One sentence One mistake waiting to happen. Because wanting your boss is dangerous. Wanting a woman like Imani Deveaux? Catastrophic

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Orphaned at three. Sold at five. Abused for years. Italiyah has never known safety, never known love-only pain, survival, and the cold reality that no one comes to save little girls like her. But when she's found broken and bleeding by the Condulis family, everything changes. For the first time in her life, she has protection. A home. People who would kill for her. But nothing good lasts forever. When the Condulis move to New York, buried secrets resurface, and Italiyah comes face-to-face with the family that abandoned her. Her biological family. The people who left her to rot while she suffered. They want her back. They want to make things right. But can she ever forgive them? Can she leave behind the only people who ever truly cared for her? As the truth unravels and dark pasts collide, Italiyah is faced with an impossible choice: return to the blood that betrayed her or stay with the family that saved her. Because in the end, blood isn't always thicker than water.

Cali got a job as a caretaker. But she didn't think it would be a 28 year old blind man. Since she was forced upon him by his older brother, Tucker decides not to speak to her or even acknowledge her existence. He chooses to keep to himself. Tucker may not be able to physically see her...but as time goes by, he learns to understand her.

saylor maybank was a vicious girl, always snapping at the people that cared about her, always using foul language, and just being her father's daughter. with her mean manner, it was hard to remember that she was just seven years old, living with an abusive alcoholic her entire life. when things were really bad at home, her older brother, jj, would take her to the chateau to hang out with his friends, which she never enjoyed. she hated john b, and the way that he only ever spoke about his father. she hated kiara, who always spoke too much about saving the turtles, when there were people on earth (like her) that had to be saved. and, she hated pope - who really thought he had a chance of getting out of the OBX. but, when her brother and his friend started coming across a path leading to the gold from the royal merchant, things began to get a whole lot more interesting, and saylor spent more time with her brother than she ever had before. ★ updates currently set in season 3 ★ started may 26th 2024 ★ sensitive subjects © superluvsick | 2024 season 1 - ? outer banks. [ a baby's prayer ] i request that you do not copy my work. you can get inspired by it, but please credit me. cover by sage!!

Sequel to Built Like Brothers. Forrest Driscoll survived his father. Now he has one thing left to do: find the baby brother Carl abandoned seventeen years ago. But Rowan Driscoll doesn't exist anymore. He's Jaxon Ashley now, raised by loving parents, protected by an older brother, and completely unaware that his past began with a secret. At twenty-three, Forrest is still learning how to live the life his father stole from him. First dates. First kisses. Family. Freedom. The simple things everyone else seems to take for granted. Finding Jaxon should be another step toward healing. Instead, it cracks both their lives wide open. Jaxon wants answers. Forrest wants a chance to connect. But Jaxon's family have to decide whether Forrest is a threat to their family or another wounded piece of it. But when Carl Driscoll comes back into the picture, he drags another truth with him, that Forrest is not prepared for. A story about blood, adoption, first love, fear, brotherhood, and the family built on both sides of the door.

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow, he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled