An academy for littles and caregivers along with a varying range of subs. Set in an alternate universe where classifications are normal and pairings are the every day. Read the tags, read at your own discretion. Don't like it don't read. #1 - punishments 10/11/25 #1 - diapers 10/11/25 #1 - daddydom 11/11/25 #1 - classification 11/11/25 #1 - academy 17/11/25 #1 - nappies 17/11/25

Aah-s-stop, let go!" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. His eyes flicked down to my bare skin, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "n-no stop" I cried "you shouldn't have disobeyed sweetheart" He pulled down my underwear as I screamed. Humiliation washed over me as i cried my eyes out. My vision blurred by my tears "N-no p-please s-stop this" He bend down next to my ear "Look at you, trembling like a good girl" "s-stop this p-please". I begged only to hear his chuckle. He stood behind me, the belt gripped tight in his hand, his breath steady-controlled. "Count," he ordered coldly. "Every. Single. One." I waited for the pain to come as i lay there helpless.Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. And they watched me break. All four of them. __________________ Issabelle was only seven when the world she knew was ripped away from her. Her parents, the only ones who ever loved her were taken from her in a single, devastating moment. After the sudden death of her parents - she was hidden away in the Castillian mansion where she met them. The men that changed her life forever. Their dark, tangled emotions blur the line between protection and control, while Isabelle remains in the dark about the bloody truth that chains her to them. As hidden enemies close in and old loyalties fracture, Isabelle must face a world that wants to claim her... or destroy her. Will she break free or will she become something darker, something twisted, craving the very twisted desires she hate ?

Iris is supposed to move in a new house with her dad. When she gets there she realizes that she is actually moving in with her new stepmom. At least that's what she thinks. Things are more complicated than they seem. ~ "Where do you think you're going litle girl?" she said arrogantly while a smile formed on her lips. Her eyes travelled to my lips then back to my eyes again. I felt naked. "Do you really think you can come back here and act like nothing happened?" Her smirk was still clearly visible while she finally let go of my chin. "I-I.." I couldn't get any words out, I didn't feel in control. Facing her on the phone was a lot easier than when she was right there, right in front of me. "Don't tell me you lost your voice little one" she said while letting out a laugh. It sounded like this was amusing to her. She could see what she did to me, how she made me feel and it pleased her. She liked being the one in control. ~ **Content Warning: Explicit Content** This online book contains graphic sexual content, explicit language, and depictions of violence that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The material is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18 or those who may find such content offensive. Please be aware of the nature of the content before proceeding. If you are sensitive to explicit material or if it is prohibited by the laws of your jurisdiction, it is recommended that you refrain from accessing this book. The author and publisher take no responsibility for any discomfort, offense, or adverse reactions that may arise from engaging with the content. If you choose to proceed, it is assumed that you are of legal age and are willing to accept the explicit nature of the material presented in this book. Read at your own discretion.

His hands were everywhere. On her breasts, her navel, her thighs.. His mouth enveloped hers, as he gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands fell to his belt buckle, and she flicked it loose. He growled in response, and literally ripped her dress right off her body. He picked her up, and pressed her against the wall, his hands holding her up by her ass, her legs on each of his shoulders. He let out a primal growl, and buried his face between her thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she moaned. His tongue swirled over her clit, circling it over and over until she whimpered, and an orgasm unfolded. He didn't stop there, but instead continued eating her out, eventually dipping his tongue inside her. She moaned, her hands threading through his hair, holding him against her. "Oh gosh.." she gasped, and another orgasm ripped through her. "I'm going to make you come again and again...and again." He whispered against her entrance. She shuddered, bucking her hips, his tongue driving her insane as he lathed her clit. She cried out, as she came again, and he hungrily lapped up her juices. "You taste so fucking good.." he whispered, his voice a low husky growl... Dragged into the darkest depths of hell, by the grasp of her devious step father Mattius, Elise finds herself struggling to find her way back into the light...tempted by his charming smile, and his baritone voice, she's trapped within a world of her making...with a man made of sin incarnate.

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

Book 4 Blackthorn Academy does not educate. It conditions. Behind iron traditions and unspoken rules, boys are taught to command and girls are taught to comply. Power is structured. Desire is controlled. And fear is mistaken for order. Then someone breaks the balance-not through rebellion, but through fragility. She is anxious, observant, constantly on the edge of disappearing. A presence so quiet it goes unnoticed... until it doesn't. Two men-bound by loyalty, discipline, and a shared destiny-see her in a way no one ever has. What begins as protection turns into something far more dangerous: devotion. But Blackthorn is built on secrets, and some legacies cannot stay buried. A truth surfaces that reshapes everything-one that reaches beyond the academy's walls and into an empire older than the school itself. An inheritance steeped in violence. A future written long before love was ever an option. Now, affection is a liability. Safety is an illusion. And choice comes with consequences. This is not a story about defiance. It is a story about fear, connection, and what happens when love collides with power that refuses to let go. Welcome to the mafia.

Heir of Shadows The Basilio empire survived war. It survived betrayal. It survived blood. But empires are not destroyed from the outside. They fracture from within. As A.J. Basilio steps closer to the throne his father forged in fire, a new force rises from beyond their borders. Raised in another empire. Trained in silence. Built to conquer. He was never meant to return. And when the truth surfaces, it will not just threaten the throne- It will threaten the blood that built it. *Book 3 of the PTMM Series. Please read Prisoner to Mr. Mafia & The Capo and His Queen before you read this. Thank you!*

Aimee Reyes has never had a boyfriend. She's soft-spoken, innocent, and far more comfortable hiding behind a book than flirting in real life. But when her friend installs a random chat app on her phone "just for fun," Aimee stumbles into a conversation she can't stop thinking about. He goes by Mr. L. He asks questions no one's ever asked her. He notices things no one else sees. He speaks in low commands that make her heart race and her body react. What starts as harmless curiosity becomes an addiction. But when their connection deepens past words, and Mr. L asks to see her, Aimee's quiet world shifts. Older. Dominant. Dangerous in all the ways she's never allowed herself to want. And when he touches her for the first time, it isn't just her body he claims. It's her innocence. Her trust. Her soul.

Daddy issues are usually a bad thing. At least that's how society tends to treat it. But Nora thinks there could be a positive side to it since she grew up with an absent father and she doesn't seem to fit into the category of girls with daddy issues. Nora has only learned what she wants in a man for her future relationship. A man who is dominant and naturally a provider since she lacked that kind of figure when growing up. She figured out she just can't stand immature boys her age. And unfortunately, that leaves her with older men. Not the wrinkly 50-year-old men or older, but early 30s men who are still young, fit, and want to settle and know how to treat a woman. Nora never had officially fallen for one until she met her work manager.... Manager Mace. And he is 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 that makes her weak to the knees. 🔞18+ VIEWERS ONLY🔞 - Sexual Activity/Thoughts -Adult Topics/Content -Sexual Assault/Cat Calling -20 year old x 30 year old ᴵⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵍ ᶠᵃⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʰᵒᵗ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿ!

::::::::::::::: "You will remove your hand from her arm, or I will remove your hand from you. Now." "I think you did. Last chance to tell me the truth little one, did you just roll your eyes at me?" "I will give you everything you could ever wish for and take you anywhere you long to go, all I want in return is your love." ::::::::::::: Alessandro Calabrese has managed to keep the world from finding out about his daughter, and his daughter from finding out about the world- for her own protection. But at twenty years old Idalia is pushing for more and more freedom. Surrounded by dangerous men dealing in even more dangerous affairs, the Calabrese Mafia's very own little queen is about to be thrown into the lion's den, and this lion is dead set on making Idalia his own. ::::::::::::: #Kissawards2019 Danger winner 1/9/20 #1 Don 12/6/19 #1 sheltered 12/1/2019 #1 violent 4/25/2020 #3 jealous 3/5/2020 #3 Boss 3/24/2020 #6 mob 3/27/2020 #4 violent 04/18/2021 #10 quiet 1/12/2020