Kingsley Black is a sub with a... rough past. Most of the Dominants in Andreas' and Aaron's club, Wildex, have gotten a taste of Kingsley, but they won't create a contract. If they do, it doesn't last long. So Kingsley gives up and just allows himself to be used as a nightly plaything. The one Dominant that Kingsley wants however, is Andreas. More than anything. Andreas is one of the few Master Doms of Wildex, being a co-owner beside Aaron. He never takes a sub for a night, and hardly pays attention to any in general. The little minx that Kingsley is though, has always attracted Andreas. Kingsley is just too rowdy. Can Andreas calm the energetic ball that is Kingsley? Can Kingsley really keep a contract for longer than a month? Or will they find out they are simply not compatible to be a dom/sub pair? Everything may seem fine for the King of Subs, but nothing is ever Peaches and Crème when it comes to the spitfire boy. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very explicit. It will have mentions of topics that are trigger for others (I will try to put those warnings in the beginning of each chapter), and will have mature language and topics. Chapters with Mature content will have an [M] in each chapter title. Thanks for reading! -BuzzyQueenBeee The POVs are switching so you get a look at what either character is thinking during certain things.

Julian thought training Alec would be a mission... structured, contained, temporary. A way to help a broken sub find his way back from the edge without letting the past bleed into his present life with Preston. He was wrong. Alec arrives like a storm no one can predict: sharp-tongued, guarded, reckless, pushing every boundary Julian tries to set. He scoffs at rules, tests limits, vanishes for hours only to return marked and defiant. Yet beneath the attitude is a quiet desperation... a boy who learned early that love hurts, so better to hurt first and harder. Julian sees it and Preston sees it. And both of them refuse to look away. Preston, now fully collared and deeply surrendered, finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of Alec's chaos. Alec is not an easy book to read. His pages are torn, ink smeared, words crossed out and rewritten in anger. Most people would close him and walk away. Not Julian and Preston. They turn the pages together because they both know that if you have the patience to push through the fear and the rage and the self-sabotage... what waits at the end is a story worth cherishing. This is a story of three hearts learning... messily, painfully, beautifully... how to hold each other without breaking.

As an omega who's surrendered himself to the care of alphas, Blake is used to being played with, teased, and claimed. Pleasure without strings, play without promises. He'd always been comfortable with the arrangement... until the day Miguel walked in. The moment their eyes met, they knew. They're fated mates. Genres & Tropes: MxM, Omegaverse, fated mates, smut, cnc, bdsm elements, romance, comedy, slice of life, mystery, thriller First time posting on Wattpad. Not thinking too hard with this one, just wanna write two horny fools falling in love. If you like possessive love, teasing domination, and a lot of kinky smut in between, this might be for you. This fic will not be too long; I plan for it to be 22-25 chapters total. I also plan to post daily, as I have been so far. So if everything goes well, full fic will be out in 3 weeks.

marilyn clark is a whore. a slut. all he wants in life is a cock up his arse. he craves being dominated, ordered about and fucked every which way. at heart he's the perfect submissive. the only problem? he's a giant alpha. alphas are expected to be the dominant ones. a submissive alpha? it's unheard of. with omegas throwing themselves at him in school and alpha expectations weighing down on him every hour, will marilyn every be happy?

Preston thought thirty days in chastity would be simple punishment: A locked cage, denied pleasure, a lesson in obedience after breaking his Dom's rules one too many times. He planned to fight, push and be his typical bratty self until Julian cracked and gave him what he craved. He was wrong. What begins as furious defiance slowly unravels into something deeper. Day by day the steel between his legs strips away control, noise, choice. Every denied erection, every ruined orgasm, every moment he kneels at Julian's feet and waits becomes a reminder: his cock isn't his anymore. His pleasure isn't his to take. And the quieter his mind grows, the safer he feels. It's a raw, intimate journey from resistance to surrender, where denial becomes devotion and the weight of steel teaches one stubborn submissive exactly where he was always meant to be... locked, peaceful, and utterly owned.