ex·hi·bi·tion·ist (noun): someone who exposes their genitals to strangers for sexual gratification 26-year-old Silas Ripley doesn't lack anything. Sex. Drive. A well-paying job as a physical therapist. He's sure he's got things figured- including the most perfect rotation on women athletes as patients, eager for a taste of him, ready to take things past his place of work... until he notices a disruption to that system. It starts with one woman... then three... and eventually, by five, he decides to get to the bottom of why every woman in his rotation sends a text along the lines of: "It's been great and all... but I think I found someone." And this is what leads him to William Everson- a professional painter who just moved into the apartment building right next door, one floor above his. William Everson has only one interest in his life: The male body. Burdened with the infatuation of a muscular build, his work revolves around painting men- rendering their beauty on canvas. After moving into unit 402 of 238 Hounds Crescent, he spots a man in the apartment just across from his, one floor below, sparking an unfortunate moment when he witnesses him having sex through the window... but regardless of the mystery neighbor and his captivating build, William already has his focus on the models built for his line of work, not knowing that he'd already entered the most bizarre matchmaking service known to man: His modeling clients were running into a particular neighbor's rotation of women. What William wasn't expecting was just how confrontational Silas Ripley could be. And through a series of hilarious mishaps, the handsome neighbor falls into a new position for the painter, one far more dangerous, given William's need for the unorthodox: His muse. [MATURE 18+] This is a GrumpxGrumpy enemies-to-lovers story centered on two men who will push past every boundary available, all to see how the other reacts.

Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted. Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from. After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see him again. However, fate works in mysterious ways and the Moon Goddess isn't ready to allow the pair to walk away from each other. The logical side of Cronan tells him to walk away before he gets entangled in Fen's web of deceit, but he can't deny the way the bond they share calls for him - nor can he deny the feeling of Fen's lips on his time and time again.

Eight years into the Infection, a spunky idealist convinces a hardened recluse to help him save humanity. --- For eight years, Zafaru has fought to survive the freezing cold, constant hunger, and vicious Infected. Armed with a dull blade and sharp sass, he clings to a dream of saving the world. For eight years, Recluse has watched the world burn from the safety of his fortress. The Infected don't bother him. He saves his bullets for humans. When Recluse catches Zafaru stealing from him, he is enchanted by his captive's wit, humor, and passion. So when Zafaru sets out to uncover the sinister truth about the growing Infection, Recluse has no choice but to join him. He'll do whatever it takes to keep this fluffy-haired do-gooder alive. Even if he has to save the world. 🎖Honorable Mention in Wattpad's Open Novella Contest 2021 Editor's Pick, September of 2022

NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED "He squints his eyes at me with an intense glare that makes me squirm. I don't know if it's the intense pain in my shoulder or his stare, but something sends a shiver down my spine. I have now extended to my full height and look up to realize this guy is towering over me, not looking too happy. I become aware of our close proximity and take a step back, averting my eyes from his intense gaze. I clear my throat and fumble with the edge of my apron, looking down as I say, 'Sorry 'bout that.' I hear no response. I wait a moment, then I look up and he's gone." Spencer Hastings knows one thing for sure: he hates Jack Summers. Everything about him. He hates his rude manners, his intense stare, his restless movements. But he just can't lay a finger on why Jack Summers unnerves him so much. Until now. WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT Updated (bi)weekly on Friday (sometimes updated 1-2 times/week on Wednesdays) BUT CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REWRITE PLEASE LOOK AT LAST CHAPTER FOR EXPLANATION, NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED Highest Rankings: #16 (out of 1.1 million) romance #7 gay #3 gayboys gayships #2 gaylove bxblove gayfanfic gayness #1 wattpride gaycharacter lgbtfiction guyxguy happyending gaypride gaylovestory gayfiction gayaf lgbt Please don't judge too harshly, this is a rough first draft, but I work very hard on it so please still read:-) Comment any suggestions you have or if you'd like to help support each other's stories!

"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was. Trigger warning ⚠️ -Mature language -Sexual scenes -Violence -Drug use -Trauma

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical + Kindle version with extra spicy scenes ✨

Virion Kethlana was never meant to rule. Never mind that he was the first prince or that he trained for the role; it was not in his cards, at least not within this lifetime. But when a Great Assembly is called by the dragons of Colony, Virion must put aside his company of riches of splendour and attend on behalf of his faction. It would be a simple expedition, boring but simple... if not for the storm. Forced to land on the isle of a lone dragon, Virion must contend with the company of his new, disgruntled companion until the storm passes, that is, if he does not kill the annoying beast first. He calls himself Zirkhlon. Virion has never known another so rude or infuriating, nor one so disrespectful of his station. He loathes him for it, but when fires begin to stir, and neither knows how to quell the flames, well... stranger things have happened in Ythene's realm. But the storm will not last forever, and what will the pair do when the skies clear and new truths are revealed with it?

Desdemona ''Des'' Winchester wants nothing to do with Melliford Academy. In fact, she's pretty sure her parents shipped her off to boarding school just to get her out of their hair. It's a move they'll come to regret if she has any say in the matter. Nothing humiliates posh folk like having a daughter sent home from the country's most esteemed educational institution. Just flunking class isn't dramatic enough, though. Des plans to get booted in the most spectacular manner possible, just to make sure her parents' social circle will never let them live it down. Her scheming, unfortunately, encounters three roadblocks within the first week of class. The first: Exie Quinnell, teacher's pet, whip-smart, and unreasonably attractive. Neither girl intended to end up on a project together, but their teacher deemed Des in need of a little... remediation. The second: There are things about Melliford Academy that none of the teachers will talk about, even when pressed. Things that should be easy answers. The third: The first student found dead with a folded paper dove perched on their chest. ❖❖❖ Complete and fully edited. Comments and critiques are both welcome and appreciated. I write characters from many different backgrounds, with many different experiences. If you share those traits and find that I have misrepresented anything, please let me know! I am feedback-friendly and here to learn :)

"Come out to play, my pet." The voice purred, but each time she would turn to the direction of the voice, she was only to be met with humour bereft cackling. "You are mine. Mine to own. Mine to rule." A oil lamp flickered to life, bathing the concrete walls in an eerie glow. A figure approached in a striking black dress, dragging across the tile like a wave. Yellow veins spider crawled upon pale skin from the rotten-black claws to the hilt of a defined collarbone. The figure moved closer. Eleanor tried to step back, but the rusted chains bounding her to the wall prevented her. She tried to shut her eyes, but they felt pinned open to witness her own suffrage. But as strong jawline and high cheekbones of this creature was to be illuminated, the room began to fill with crimson, the stench of copper making her head spin.

{MxMxMxM} "I'm everything I can't be, and I hate it. But I can't do anything about the situation I'm in, so I'll have to deal with it. " .... Tycho Black was struggling with a few things in his life, with no one to save him but himself. He didn't really care, though, considering it was easy to block out unwanted things. Whether it was thoughts, physical or emotional pain, or anything else-- at the end of the day, none of it mattered to him. He didn't care that he could possibly feel some sick attraction to men, even though he had never felt attraction before. He didn't care about going home and being met with nothing but fear. And he certainly didn't care about Alexei Abbots or the other older and mysterious men Alexei was associated with. Alexei, in particular, though, was just a little weasel that wouldn't leave his mind. He thought he could block him out like every other person, like every other male that made him think in such a bad way. But somehow, for the first time, he couldn't force himself to forget the expression on the boy's face when his fist collided roughly with his jaw. ~ Alexei Abbots was happy. Really, really happy. He was open, free, and accepted by the two best women he had ever met, who completely turned his life around. Not only was he welcomed with open arms by his two mothers, but he was also met with the arms of two men he had a mutual fondness for: Riley Worthright and Xavier Mendoza. He was on top of the world, and his not-so-gentle past wouldn't change that. Neither would Tycho Black, the aggressive bully on campus, who seemed to get off on being a homophobic a-hole.