Ian has always had one goal and one goal only-to get drafted for the National Hockey League. Nothing has ever thrown him off course from this, except for one boy from his past who he used to do figure skating with. Finn never liked hockey. The only reason he joined the team was to look at cute guys, start some fights on the ice (because it looked fun), and to learn more about the boy who mysteriously left figure skating class one day years ago and never returned. When Ian gets tasked with training Finn so that they can actually be a decent team and get to nationals this year, they rediscover their mutual love for figure skating, despite Ian's dad forcing him to stop years ago, and Ian finds himself regretting ever leaving it for ice hockey. Despite refusing to ever allow himself to fall in love ever again, Finn gets dangerously close to breaking that boundary. The closer they get to nationals, the more their bond grows, and the more Ian finds himself distracted from this goal he had set years ago, because of the boy who brought back a spark in Ian he thought he'd lost forever. Now, Ian has to make the decision whether he wants to keep this newfound bond, or risk losing it forever for something they might not even win anyway. ***

[BxB] [spicy] [indianmc] "Kiss me properly," he demands. "I don't want to!" I snap, "I want to touch your hair!" I really did like his gold hair. Maybe I was in love with his conditioner. Was there a sexuality for that? He just looks confused. "Oh...okay." He tilts his head down for me. I touch it again, then let go and look away. "What?" he says. I'm not sure what to say to him, except that I want to exchange saliva with him again, but I don't want to ask for it since he looks amused and like he'll make fun of me. "Want to touch my arms again too?" he offers. "You're stupid. That's stupid. No I don't." Yes I do. ~~~ Indra never asked for a stepdad, much less a churchgoing one. But now he's stuck spending every Sunday pretending to enjoy it while his mom smiles politely and Patrick tries to get the new pastor to join their fantasy football league. Enter: Jaron Ashcomb - the pastor's son. Golden-haired, polite, painfully perfect. The kind of guy who makes friends instantly and doesn't laugh when Indra says "Asscomb" out loud. Indra's just trying to survive awkward mingling, dodge emotional vulnerability, and maybe finish a decent drawing without someone confiscating his pen. Too bad Jaron smells like expensive soap and looks like the sketchbook crush Indra definitely isn't allowed to have. Updates every Friday at 8 PM PDT :)

Kai Reyes is the perfect son-at least, in his mother's eyes. He's polite, talented, and kind, but his father and grandparents only see his "pointless" hobbies. Breakdancing is a passion they don't understand, and being bi is a secret only his mom knows. Liam Mercer is the opposite of perfect. Star soccer player, golden boy, the kind of person everyone loves... and Kai hates. Ever since a childhood football incident, Liam has made it his mission to make Kai's life miserable, from pranks to endless teasing. They're enemies. Rivals. Constantly at each other's throats. And thanks to their moms' lifelong friendship, they're also neighbors-forced together for every awkward, frustrating, and electric moment. Kai can't ignore the way Liam gets under his skin... and Liam, despite himself, can't stop noticing Kai. Enemies? Definitely. Rivals? Absolutely. Lovers? Maybe... if they survive high school without burning everything down.

VIKTOR POPOV He was like a fire igniting the tip of my cigar-a spark I didn't ask for, yet couldn't ignore. His smile, full of teasing marks and challenges, crawled under my skin. Somehow, it set me ablaze in ways I couldn't control. The way he openly taunted me, dared me, made me yearn for him. And I wasn't the type to yearn for anything-or anyone. I never cared what people thought. But one look at Connor, and I could feel something shifting inside me. Something dangerous. Something ravenous. And It's addicting. CONNOR MACKEY His silver eyes were like bullets, piercing straight through the armor I'd spent years perfecting. I'm an open book-but only the parts I choose to show. Most people don't care to read beyond the surface. But he does. Viktor Popov dares to read every line, every chapter. The ones I keep hidden. And I hate that it feels like he already knows how it all ends.

[EXTRAS] A collection of Kei povs from head over heels. This is his story now. Kei is deeply, and unconditionally in love with his best friend's brother. Things get complicated. Chaos ensues. Featuring never been seen before Kei and Evan shenanigans. Gus therapy sessions. Natsu, the icon that she is. That one conversation with Ethan. And others. Kei is very entertaining. IMPORTANT NOTE - this is based on my story head over heels. read that first or be mega confused.

Kaelwren, an assassin trained since birth, finds himself amidst his hardest mission yet. But he is yet to know what is more dangerous- attempting to kill King Valerian, or falling in love with him. *** [mxm] [marked mature for mentions of violence, and sexual content]

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

**This is the sequel to Call me kitten** If you read that one first, this one will make a lot more sense, link here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/282083105-call-me-kitten-boyxboy-love-✓ It's called living the dream. To have a great and well-paid job, an apartment to die for and a girlfriend who don't mind that you have some fun with others. Simon has all that and everything should be just peachy. But it simply isn't peachy when you happen to get a serious crush on two people at once. And those people happen to be your friends. And those friends happen to be a couple. To choose between the stability of the known and the thrill of the unknown is hard, but to risk losing your friends is even harder. Not to mention discovering that being dominant isn't all that you are. == Links == All socials, and spotify playlist is on my profile! == Disclaimer == # This is a boy x boy x boy polyam story # Contains explicit language and content (+18!!) # Contains acts of BDSM, so if you're not into that, beware (those chapters will begin with a warning)

•BxB content ahead!! What do you do when your sister is getting married and you need a date? You summon a demon of course! Right? RIGHT!? Xavier is your average 25 year old.But that depends on your definition of average. He's the heir to the tech giant U.K. Corp and is one of the most eligible bachelors of 2024. The reason he's a bachelor? His social anxiety. His very very bad social anxiety. His sister Violet is getting married and she will not have him there without a date. So instead of asking a friend(he doesn't have any)to be his date, he does the next best thing which his sister suggests. Summoning a demon! Except the one who comes through is not an ordinary demon. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by ONC prompt No.92.