Rowan Thorne doesn't exist. Not the way a person should. She walks through the world wearing a name that was never hers. She doesn't speak of the house she came from, of the man who made her what she is, or the love she held too tightly, the love that slipped through her bloody hands. She has a past she should have burned to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she pours coffee in a quiet corner of New York City and pretends she's someone she isn't. And then when aspiring writer Allison Clarke strides into the café, Rowan is instantly hooked. Allison is everything she could ever want: tough, smart, and sexier than her wildest fantasy. She would kill to have her. Rowan knows she should stay away. She won't. What begins as curiosity becomes fascination. Fascination becomes need. Need becomes obsession. Because love like Rowan's isn't gentle. It's possession. It's devotion. It's ruin. Rowan wants you. Rowan needs you. Rowan loves you to death. (Welcome to the psychological thriller where the softest voice is a predator's whisper, the mask looks back when it smiles, and the first red flag was already hanging on the door: OPEN.)

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

When a CEO, a lawyer, and an architect decide to take under their wing a shy and special girl who works quietly within the CEO's company, always present yet rarely seen. Neglected by her family since birth, treated like a ghost rather than a daughter, she learned early how to make herself small, how to expect nothing, how to survive on silence. They offer her a life she never knew she was allowed to want, a life filled with warmth, protection, and gentle attention. With patience instead of pressure, kindness instead of demands, they earn her trust piece by piece, until the walls around her heart finally begin to crumble.

Suzanna Gaidh is the daughter of a well known noble family. More importantly, at least to her, she is a writer. Her passion for knowledge and her writing skills are well known throughout the kingdom. When the neighboring Queen ends up ruling their kingdom, Susanna finds herself in a bit of a hard spot. With her family's obsession of prestige, she finds herself as a court scribe. She never intended to catch the eye of the Queen nor did she plan on becoming the queen's obsession.

victorious fanfic this is a sfw age regression story disclaimer: mention(s) of sa

At 2:47 AM, Ariyon Patterson makes a desperate call to a hotline she isn't even sure exists. Shaking, breathless, still reeling from a night of binging and purging, she expects either silence-or worse, judgment. Instead, she hears her. Dr. Savannah LaMoore, psychologist and caregiver, has spent years tending to others through the SafeNest hotline. But when Ariyon's trembling voice reaches her in the dark, Savannah recognizes something deeper: the fragile little girl hidden beneath layers of shame, control, and hunger. What begins as one late-night crisis call unfolds into a delicate, unexpected journey. Each conversation untangles another thread of Ariyon's loneliness-her secret little space, her beloved bunny Hoppy, her body that never feels like "enough." And with every patient word, every remembered detail, Savannah builds something Ariyon has never known: a place where rules are safe, softness is allowed, and love doesn't have to be earned. But recovery is not linear, and trust isn't built in a single night. As holidays loom, family pressures tighten, and old wounds claw back to the surface, Ariyon must decide if she can surrender to Savannah care completely-or if she'll retreat into the spiral that has always consumed her. ‼️Air-ree-yawn‼️

[All "85" Chapter's Up.] [BEING EDITED] Please leave your thoughts Thank You All. Twenty-four year old little Gracelyn West has had a crewel past but it did not stop her from graduating high-school, college and going on to be an anesthesiologist at a top hospital. Though she struggles with history of abuse and physical contact she thrives by being her little self and she is looking for a mommy to take care of her. Thirty-one year old mommy dom Shannon Whelan is Owner/Operator of one of the top publishing firms "Whelan Publishing" in the US and head of the US branch of the Irish Mob, she has been looking for a little girl to love and take care for years. She is not a person to mess with when it comes to business, family or friends and is fierce yet loving and can be a big softy when it comes to littles. Read and follow them on their journey and see how their lives collide and thrive. Also fallow the lives of other character's and how their lives intertwine with the Whelan and West's families lives. [Warning: Talk of Abuse, Rape, Torture and other Despicable Things. ] [Warning: Mature Sexual Content] Cover art: Google and slight edit until put together own cover.

This fanfiction follows Lucy but there's something different about her than every other girl. She has both female and male parts and she's never really used them until now. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ I should also mention that this story IS NOT MINE, its from a vary talented writer on fanfiction.net ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Thirteen. A fearsome group of demons who rules the earth millennia ago. They had everyone living in fear each day. They ruled with cruelty and greed until their own clan banded against them against them and sent them back to hell with the help of a priest killing them all in the process. It is said that if anyone had a blood relation to any of the clan members anyone could use their blood to awaken The Thirteen. For three thousand years The Thirteen were imprisoned. That is until they weren't.

Warning ⚠️ This work is strictly for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, dark kinks, and taboo themes. Everything here is purely fictional any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised. If you're not comfortable with intense erotica, this book is not for you. "Open wide, Bunny, I'm going to ruin you until you're crying for mercy that will never come." - Alexandre Clara, a struggling journalist discovered a hidden women-only tribe that had survived for centuries without men. She took it upon herself to do research about them, but little did she know that not only would her curiosity be satisfied, but her stay with the tribe would be 'enjoyable'. Warning: This is a pure futanari collection short stories. Read, like and comment. Thank you! Note: Each collections ends with 6 chapters. The images are not mine.