Ethan just got a new apartment, escaping his wretched, homophobic parents but another problem arose. His boss, Christopher, was tall, fit, and way too tempting with the prolonged glances he sent Ethan's way as he worked. Then there's Jasper, a boy he runs into at a club one night. The night was major bliss, their connection electric. He horrifyingly finds out Jasper is a regular at the shop, flirting with him almost constantly. What will he do with two temptations constantly surrounding him? [Word Count: ≈ 21,500]

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

Katsuki Bakugo is a 25 year old year old musician in a rising band, playing both drums and guitar, tho his musical talent is not limited to just the two. He's talented, and handsome, both things he knows well. He gives off a cocky, bad boy persona but under it all Katsuki has been severely hurt by a bad breakup that has left him cold and distant, swearing off love and trust all together. His friends are worried that the blonde may never find a relationship again until one night when a cute, patient, friendly greenett comes onto the picture. Maybe this 24 year old Izuku Midoriya has what it takes to break down high walls and show Katsuki that the right person is again worth the risk.

This is a no quirks, gang/mafia Omega verse Au. Alpha's Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima are the leader and right hand man of one of the top gang's. It is rare but they are a mated pair, both knowing and feeling that something is missing. Izuku Midoriya is a small, rare male Omega who works at a local café. His life has been hard, filled with abuse, and sadness. What will happen when he and his pup are TAKEN by the members of a certain par's gang? You'll have to read to find out. Story may contain Cursing, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Blood, Gore, Death, Abuse, R@pe, Trigger warnings will be posted in chapters.

Alternative Universe (AU) omegaverse. Alpha Bakugo, Omega Izuku. Katsuki Bakugo is an alpha in its bigger sense: dominating, arrogant, possessive. That's how he was taught to and how he believed was right to be. Izuku Midoriya is an omega who was also educated to be as his role needed him to be: quiet, obedient, submissive. Words that do not describe him now, at all. An incident in middle school was all they needed to decide their own path. An omegas school, one desperate alpha, three years apart. Karma may hurt. And may hurt like hell. No Quirks AU. Characters do not belong to me. The cover, animations within the fic and the plot itself are entirely mine. ⚠️ This fanfic contains mature themes, proceed with caution and under your own responsibility.

Group chats we all use them. A small crisma also thought it would be more convenient to use one with all of his staff. But what happens when he adds the wrong but the young man says nothing and stays in the shadows...until he needs help himself. Disclaimer: this is an AU and some stuff won't be cannon. For character stuff I've been reading the wikis to get it close as I can but still Tw: Suicidal thoughts and attempts throughout the story, big bullying.

I swear to god! This is ridiculous! I shouldn't be here! I shouldn't.... to hell with this! I am a cat now?! I died and now this? .... and to make matters worse, Aizawa-sensei found me too.... Come on! How ridiculous can this life get? I shouldn't have died... well I think I died... but still... this is ridiculous! Someone please help me, I think I am stuck in this cat body! And why is no one talking about me! A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

"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

[BxB] Waking up next to someone after having a little too much to drink was no new, riveting story in this day and age. Waking up next to another boy, when you were also a boy, was a little more interesting, but still nothing to write home about. But waking up in Nico Beckett's sheets? To Wesley, it was a nightmare come to life. ~~~ Wesley Dillon's life was uneventful, and frankly, he liked it that way. He didn't get into trouble, he kept his grades up, he played it safe. He never did anything to rock the boat he was floating in, the calm waters of his lake left undisturbed. Now starting his last year in high school, Wes was content to continue living his life as he always has - but sometimes, and only sometimes, he caught himself wishing that something could make ripples in his tiny world. What he wasn't ready for were the waves that were Nico Beckett - a troublemaker, womaniser, and an incredibly popular boy at his school. He was everything Wes was not. Nico was the type of guy that Wes never wanted to associate with, but after waking up in his arms with panic in his chest and pains everywhere else, he realised that his life was going to get much, much more complicated. It took him everything to try not to drown as the waves pulled him further and further down. But, somewhere along the way, he wasn't sure that drowning was actually a bad thing. ~~~ #1 in romance (29/09/19) #1 in LGBT (07/09/2019) #1 in bxb (07/09/2019) #1 in boyxboy (08/09/2019) #1 in gay (11/09/2019) #1 in highschool (29/09/19) #1 in school (17/10/19) #1 in comingofage (01/10/19) #1 in slowburn (02/10/19) #1 in BL (04/10/19) #1 in lovetriangle (05/10/19) #1 in family (31/10/19) #1 in comingoutofthecloset (08/01/20) #1 in writtenwithpride (19/06/21) #4 in love (07/03/21)

Everyone at school swears Su Zhan's biggest problem is dealing with the ice-cold school heartthrob, Wen Mo. Cold? Distant? A walking "untouchable prince"? Please.Su Zhan has been watching Wen Mo for years-and he knows the truth: that crisp white shirt hides a wolf. A wolf who smirks when no one's looking, whose "polite" smiles never reach his eyes, and who, if you're unlucky enough to catch him off-guard, will ruin you with a single, deliberate touch. But Su Zhan never expected hisworld to flip. One minute, he's just... Su Zhan. The next? His beta status is gone, replaced by the chaotic storm of being an omega. And his first heat? It hits hard-right when he's trapped in an elevator with Wen Mo, of all people. Panic spikes as Su Zhan's pheromones spiral out of control, sweet and heady and dangerouslyattractive. "F-fuck off!" he snaps, scrambling back. "Just... go get me an inhibitor, Wen Mo. Now." Wen Mo doesn't move. Instead, he leans in, his voice a low, velvety purr that makes Su Zhan's knees weak. "Too late," he murmurs, eyes darkening. "Your levels are already spiking. You're not going anywhere." Before Su Zhan can protest, there's a sharp sting-a temporary claim, Wen Mo calls it, a "band-aid" for the crisis. But when Su Zhan wakes up the next day, something's... off. A strange ache lingers. A weird sensitivity to Wen Mo's presence. And why does his body keep achingfor more of that low, rumbling voice, that infuriatingly perfect touch? Oh, and did we mention Wen Mo's been acting differenttoo? Like he knows exactly what he did-and wantsto do it again. Now Su Zhan's stuck between two truths: 1) He's falling for the wolf who pretends to be a prince, and 2) That temporary mark? It's starting to feel a lot less... temporary.