Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

From the start Josh had never thought this could happen to him, but this is what happens when you get caught masturbating in the locker room after a tournament. I mean c'mon! Steaming muscly angry men grabbing at each other repeatedly? Wrestling will do that to you... It led him to Cris, and a blooming romance apparently. Pure smut, and drama.

*Editing this story so that i can come back and continue writing it as of 12/17/25* "Better watch your back, kid. Someone like yourself , with that kind of attitude, around so many predators? Its bound to end badly." Twenty year old Micah Enderson moved with his mom to a new home. He wasn't looking for trouble, but a small feline shifter coming in to contact with top predators? This was going to end badly. *18+*

I sat on the desk and looked up at them, my cheeks reddened at the proximity and depth of their gaze- quite momentarily, I was left speechless. Xzaviar and Damien were otherworldly, ethereal even. Both held so much power and dominance, just their gaze upon you- it'd leave you breathless. They were Gods personified. Xzavier leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles were visible. He wore a white turtleneck, with black ripped jeans and his combat boots, he paired the look with the schools white varsity jacket. 'B L Y T H E' Written on the back. Damien however, sat on desk, his strong gaze affiliated on me. There was something about him today that made my heart flutter, his usual good boy aura completely diminished and now a whole person erupted. He wore a tight white sleeved síhirt, dark denim jeans and a black leather jacket, he paired it up with black vans. I loved it, I loved both of them. Damien stared at me intently, his once ocean eyes now a midnight blue. I chose the wrong place and time to get aroused. "Jacqueline-"He spoke, his voice low, smooth and alluring. It sent shivers through me. "-speak," he demanded. Guess I've been staring too long.

Some people do drugs and Some people drink, but Dorian Gray has a different kind of addiction. Edible underwear. Dorian worships the fabric and always knew it was weird, but never for the life of him thought his dirty little secret would end up nestled between the firm ass cheeks of his new boss,Anthony Black. Now Dorian will do just about anything to eat that man's thong. Warning!!! Gay relationships, BDSM, Dirty talk and a lot of other weird shit. Don't like don't read.

'It'll be fun,' he said, his voice deep and full of self satisfaction. It did nothing to help lift the haze clouding my mind. 'All you have to do is perform to the best of your ability.' 'And you'll grade me?' I managed to choke out, my voice thick and confused. His smirk just widened. 'Yeah,' he agreed, and I had never seen him look so sinful before. It was mesmerising. 'Be a good little whore, and you'll pass without any trouble.' - This will just be smut. Think of it as oneshots of the same people. Only read if you feel like you're mature enough.