𝜗ৎ🧸𝑻𝑬𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑹🧸𝜗ৎ He used to call me his Teddy Bear. Soft. Gentle. Huggable. But even the softest things tear when pulled too hard. I folded his shirt the way he liked. Left the perfume he used in the drawer, untouched. I still placed his slippers next to mine. Even after he started coming home with someone else's scent. Even after he began shouting instead of kissing. "You'll never leave me," he laughed once, drunk off whiskey and ego, after throwing a bottle at the wall. "You're too scared to be alone." Maybe I was. But I was more scared of the mess. I like things clean. I like things in place. And he... was starting to feel like trash. ✴𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍✴ # 4 -ediyoursna

"I'll keep you by my side until you learn your place, and even then I won't let you go." "Won't you show this arrogant god how much you want him, my innocent little monster?" ---- Not all celebrities are as pure as you think, they hold secrets that no-one can ever know. And when Ace stumbles upon their deathly secret, he's instantly their sinful secret too. Ace is warned by the A-list celebrities, Prince and Kairos, that he'll never escape their grasp. Doomed to be Prince's play toy and Kai's innocent little monster. Money, power, fame and a few bashed-in brains. See, nothing to be scared of, boy. Love, Your Killers. COMPLETED: Wed, 16th Oct, 2019 #3 in polygamy 28/06/19 #2 in mxbxm 14/11/19 #7 in polyfidelity 02/01/21 #2 in dubcon 15/01/21

17 year old werewolf, Ricky Perez, lives life doing whatever the hell he wants. Ricky is a natural flirt and a fun person to be around. But if you stick around him there will be consequences. Because there's rumor going around that Ricky happens to be HIS favorite. And nobody ever messes with the Alpha's favorite. But does Ricky care? No! Because fate or not, he simply isn't one to be tamed. Started: 2/23/2023 Ended: 1/25/2026

A introvert meets a man who changes his whole lifestyle and show him how to be a good boy.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Started - 13th February 2025 Ended - ???

The dark is thrilling and I try to run away from it but he doesn't let me. He is obsessed with me and doesn't like the idea that I'm trying to push him away. I push him away till he snaps... TW: -stalking -sexual content -obsessive character -kidnapping (a bit Stockholm syndrom) -swear words -mental issues -drug abuse -light sexual abuse

"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy." ⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻ I write about sex like I've lived it. Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up. In reality, I've never been the subject of such things. But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎. Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached. Professor Thorne. Brilliant, cold, unreadable. And now, watching me far too closely. I was just trying to survive college. He was supposed to stay a daydream. But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit. This isn't what I wanted. So why can't I stop wanting it? | •|⸻|•|⸻|• | Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background. Queue freshman year of College. Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better. But he doesn't. And worse? He wants Colby. And he's about to prove it.

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025