In which feisty and sarcastic Oliver Laurent is madly in love with the kind and good-natured Carson Katsaros.

Highest rank: #1 LGBT! William is going deaf but somehow Lucas' voice is always Loud And Clear. A boyxboy romance about learning to be yourself and to make the best of every situation. ~ Lucas doesn't really have a filter. Or a clue. Or money for food. That's why, when he meets William Hunt, the moody loner that goes to his college, he doesn't take no for an answer. Luckily, William doesn't seem to mind. AN: This story is based on some of the plot of Hidamari Ga Kikoeru! ❤

Dresden Gibson never left. But that's not the story he's telling. [sequel to The Art of Moving On] It's five years later, and though time has a way of making all pain feel less prominent, the pain that sits right under Dres's ribcage, the one tied to the buried words, and regret like a cold sweat on his palms, hasn't changed at all. Hasn't subsided or dulled throughout the years. Dresden regrets a lot of things. He'll never regret anything more than the way he ended his relationship with Cas those years ago. That's a pain, he thinks, he'll carry with him always. So he keeps the letters, and the memories; he lets them plague him on the long nights because it's what he deserves. When the opportunity arises to make things right, Dres takes it. He owes Cas that much. Even if the boy who's heart he broke years ago doesn't want a single thing to do with him. (And he doesn't)

Calvin Sumner is just trying to find a job, pass his classes, get into college, and maybe kiss a few boys if he can manage it. He never thought he'd find himself working in a cupcake cafe, or falling in love with his brooding, ex-military boss who has more tattoos than he has words to give. But Cas isn't going to complain. Not when he's finally making some money, doing well in his courses, has a pretty good sports scholarship in his future, and gets to kiss Dresden Gibson as much as he wants (and he wants to, a lot). ( © saeglopur )

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

I was 10 when my Mother sat me down for a talk. "Milo, I know you like him..." She paused, as if trying to pick her words right, "but he doesn't like boys like that. He likes girls." Flushed and feeling caught out, I avoid her eyes. I didn't realise it was so obvious. She gives me a sympathetic but firm smile. "So don't make him feel uncomfortable and ruin your older brothers friendship with him, okay?" 8 years later...

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Fed up with being picked on, a geeky boy with a big secret hires the school's toughest senior as a bodyguard to protect him from the bullies. Cover by @glynfrans

A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value. "You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty." 18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with their occasional fucks, he calls him his enemy. Everyone needs someone that makes them feel admired and cherished. Oliver Beckett just happened to be Addison's person. What happens when they both get hooked, physically and emotionally? Contains smut #2 in Attached- 1/18/22🩰 #5 in Freethelbgt-2/4/22🤹🏾♀️ #4 in Queer-2/12/22👩🏾⚖️ #5 in Mxm-2/14/22🩰 #4 in Manxman-2/14/22🤹🏾♀️ #1 in Gayerotic-2/15/22👩🏾⚖️ #1 in enemieswithbenefits - 2/19/22🩰 #2 in pride- 2/19/22🤹🏾♀️ #2 in boyxboyromance- 2/21/22👩🏾⚖️ #2 in freethelgbt- 3/8/22🙋🏾♀️ #3 in queer - 3/10/22 🤹🏾♀ #1 in gaylove - 3/18/2022👩🏾⚖️ #4 in enemies-3/31/2022 🙋🏾♀️ #3 in lgbtrights- 4/6/2022🙋🏾♀️🚶🏾♀️ #2 in gaypride - 4/26/2022🙋🏾♀️💃🏾 #1 in mlm- 4/26/2022🙋🏾♀️🚶🏾♀️ #1 boyxboyromance- 5/12/2022🩰 #1 in teenromance- 6/23/2022🙎🏾♀️ #9 in gay- 6/23/2022👏🏾 #1 in freethelgbt -6/29/2022🙎🏾♀️ #1gayfiction -8/13/2022💃🏾 #1 in pride - 2/ 20/ 2023💃🏾🩰 It's still something ✋🏾 #21 in Bxb- 4/18/22

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"