When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

SFW Ageregression Story No kink, no DDLG, no BDSM, no variants. ⊹₊˚ ‧︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Junie Casado has always been good at hiding things especially the part of her that still craves soft blankets, warm lights, and the quiet safety of being little. Most days, she gets through life with practiced smiles and carefully placed walls, hoping no one looks too closely. Giovanni Todaro sees her anyway slow, patient, and kind. He's been her friend for a long time: steady where she's frantic, gentle where the world has been too sharp. And then, one rainy afternoon, a simple invitation begins to loosen the knots she's held herself together with. Little details start to show. The stuffed bunny she keeps on her bed. The way she curls inward at raised voices. The softness she tries so hard to hide. Junie isn't ready to explain. Not yet. But some truths don't stay hidden forever. And when hers finally slips through the cracks, she'll have to choose: keep protecting herself from the things she longs for... or let someone love her exactly as she is. Started: July 22, 2025 Finished: August 10, 2025 ⊹₊˚｡⋆♡⋆｡˚₊⊹

"I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would bleed to death for her if she told me to. I would bleed red. I would bleed any color she wanted me to for her."

"Hey, can you hear me? Say something, at least." Nikolaos Mutas is an aspiring photographer, going against his parents wishes of him being an accountant and living in a mediocre cottage at the edge of the city. Despite his family complications, he could travel the world whenever he wanted and lived quietly, wishing for loneliness after his girlfriend of five years ended their relationship. The young woman appeared beside him at night one day, causing his desires to turn upside down. She had no name, could barely say a coherent sentence, and struggled to walk on her own two feet. He chose to take care of her, having nothing else to do, and promised to bring her home, no matter how far away it may be.

She was broken, silent, and small. He was dangerous, powerful, and cold to everyone but her. When Alexander finds 23 year old Daisy bruised, terrified, and deaf curled up on a dark street during a mission, he doesn't know why he stops. He only knows he can't leave her behind. What begins as protection turns into something deeper as the ruthless gang leader finds himself slowly softening for the fragile girl who clings to safety like a lifeline. Daisy doesn't speak much. Her innocence and childlike ways confuse the men around her but Alexander sees what the others don't: she's been hurt in more ways than one. As he helps her adjust to her new life ordering plushies, creating a safe room, and learning her world of soft whispers and quiet tears he discovers just how much he needs her, too.

She was the price of a debt. He was the devil collecting it. Sofia Murphy lives in a world of color and quiet-a life spent painting soft dreams and hiding from sharp truths. But when her father signs her away to settle a blood debt, she's thrust into the arms of a monster wrapped in a tailored suit. Alessandro Lombardi is a king among criminals. Feared. Worshipped. Deadlier than the sins that built his empire. He doesn't ask for a wife. He takes one. In his world, vows are shackles. Kisses are claims. And love? Love is just another weapon. Sofia is everything he's not-sweet, untouched, innocent, a light he was never meant to hold. But now that he has her, he won't let go. Not when she trembles under his touch. Not when she flinches at his darkness. Not even if she wants to run. Because Alessandro doesn't chase. He hunts. He craves her obedience. Worships her purity. And if she ever thinks of running? He'll track her down with a smile, chain her to his bed, and remind her-slowly, ruthlessly-who owns her body. And who owns her soul. He didn't just marry her. He branded her. And in this house? There's no escape. Only surrender. And if the world dares come between them? He'll burn it to the ground-just to watch her smile in the ashes.

**If you're looking for a deliciously devious submissive alpha male MC and a sexy as sin dominant FC, look no further** Consistent updates** Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to consume him. In his 4th year at the esteemed Bertram University, he's a pre-med student taking a Psychology class to fulfill course requirements. But the gorgeous professor catches his eye, and as much as he knows he should stay away, he can't bring himself to... 34 year old Psychology Professor, Dr. Serena Pierce, is trapped in a marriage that grows increasingly stale and bitter. Flooded with desires she knows are completely inappropriate, it grows harder and harder for her to resist taming and tainting the innocent young man...

(Short story) "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace." His voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal. I stop breathing. The air thickens, electric, heavy like the sky before a storm breaks. Everything stills, but the static between us crackles like it's seconds from combusting. His breath fans across my lips-close, so close-but still not touching. My heart slams against my ribs, erratic and loud, like it's trying to break free from my chest. Then his hand finds my jaw. His palm is rough, warm, grounding-but the look in his eyes? That's a wildfire. Just heat and hunger and something darker. "I..." The word is a whisper, barely there, shaky and useless. I can't finish it. His nose brushes mine in the softest graze, but there's nothing innocent about the way he's looking at me. Like he's seconds away from tearing me apart. Like he's been starving for this. "Say something" he murmurs, voice thick, his eyes flicking to my mouth. My lips part, not to speak, but because I need to breathe, to taste the tension curling like smoke around us. His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow and deliberate. My knees damn near buckle. I grab the front of his shirt, clutching it in both fists like he's the only thing tethering me to the ground. He leans in closer. And then his lips brush mine. Barely. A whisper of a kiss, soft enough to make me shiver. Then he kisses me again.