As if five bodyguards weren't already enough, Léonel's father assigned him a sixth. This one carried a different purpose entirely. Spoiled and reckless as ever, Léonel took it as nothing more than a bait to his own amusement, blind to what was about to unfold. A slow burn full of comedy, sharp sass, and passion-all twisted together with just the right amount of angst. jaeslut, 2026

❝Theo didn't plan on spending his summer at a boxing gym. He didn't plan on any of it, really - the job, the bullshit he accidentally stumbled into, or the guy who made it very clear, in no uncertain terms, that stumbling in his world was not going to be tolerated. Silas Crowe is not what Theo expected. Then again, Theo's not sure what he expected - the rumors never quite agreed on the details. What he does know is that Silas is difficult, and cold, and takes up more space than any one person reasonably should. And that for some reason Theo can't entirely explain, he can't stop looking. ⸻ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 ⋆ i'm a motherfuckin' starboy❞

STORY SUMMARY In the heart of Italy, feared mafia boss Alessandro De Luca is moments away from marrying the Indian bride chosen for him-an arrangement meant to unite two powerful families. But disaster strikes when the bride runs away on the morning of the ceremony. To save face, avoid scandal, and maintain their long-standing alliance, the bride's panic-stricken parents make a desperate decision: They offer their younger son instead. Enter Aarav Sharma - a sweet, soft-spoken, chaotic cinnamon roll who got dragged straight from his room into a wedding sherwani. He doesn't understand mafia politics. He's terrified of guns. And he's so innocent that he thinks Italy is spelled "Itely". But he agrees for his family. 💍 The Wedding of Chaos After the hasty marriage, Alessandro takes Aarav to the De Luca mansion. The first words he says: "This wedding is just to protect my prestige. You don't have to act like my wife or husband. Understand?" Aarav nods calmly. "I know, Mr." Alessandro raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And how?" Aarav says with complete innocence: "Cause my dad always said there was Ram and Sita... not Ram and Ravan." Alessandro stares. Aarav continues cheerfully: "I mean, it's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." The mafia mansion goes silent. The boss wonders what kind of creature he has married. Bit by bit, Alessandro falls: The boy calls him "Mr. Boss" instead of husband. He trusts Alessandro blindly. He smiles even while scared. He hugs Alessandro like a koala when he hears thunder. A man made of ice... Starts melting. The arranged, forced, prestige-saving marriage slowly turns into: Soft love. Dangerous devotion. Aarav becomes the one person who can calm the beast inside Alessandro. But enemies quickly learn the boss has a weakness now: a precious, innocent boy who doesn't know how lovable he is. Now Alessandro must protect his unexpected husband... Even if it means burning down the entire mafia world.

A two worded sentence changes Cyrus' life for good. Marry Aaron. Will he be able to get over his resentment for the pain in his rear and live with a stable marriage of convenience? Or will he crumble under the weight of how insufferable Aaron is? I'm looking for feedback on my writing because this is my first time sharing my work online. If you have tips or critiques please comment them.

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

"You know Luke the more you stutter the cuter you get" And that was the very moment I broke, his emerald eyes burning into me as I folded, his thumb tracing my jaw, a soft smile nudging at his lips, his body lingering over mine, leaning back I couldn't help but stare in a daze, his knee rubbing against my thighs, a soft moan escaping my tongue. This sound only made him smile, maybe I was dreaming but before I knew it his lips had collided with mine. *** Luke knew he wasn't into girls, he could tell by the way his stomach turned at any attractive man. Has he had any experience? Not at all, not even his first kiss. What'll happen when the most popular soccer player in his school begins to take intrest in Luke? Can he keep his cool at how the hot player acts? or will his emotions get the best of him? Can the two keep their relationship in tact when fate shoves challenges along the way? ______________________________________________ [MADE MATURE BY WATTPAD]

"Remember this - don't fuck up my life more than you already have, pretty boy. You're gonna regret it." Even while knowing that he felt nothing towards me other than hatred, that was the first time I really acknowledged the small things about Blake Brooks, something I never thought about before. His face was like a drug I couldn't get enough of. -- Theo Wright is a quiet, and intelligent nerd, who's academically oriented. He comes from a family with a prestigious and wealthy background. He's usually left alone, ignored, and overlooked, but not at his new High School. Not at Redsen High. With his parents firing half of the town's shop owners to make room for more chain restaurants and stores, the town of Redcliff is enraged at the Wrights' actions. Especially Blake Brooks, a popular and obnoxious jock, who just so happens to live next to the Wright mansion, and coincidentally, goes to the same school as Theo. When Blake finds out the news about his parents' unjustified unemployment, he's angry and provoked. And what better way to get back at the Wrights', than to find his way into their business secrets? But to achieve this, he first needs to find his way into Theo Wright's heart. (COMPLETE) tropes - bxb, enemies to lovers, vengeance, temporary unrequited love, revenge, high school, polar opposites, bet, slowburn copyright @asphericity and @ventricosity

21-year-old Dean Clark, an architecture student, is struggling to balance his studies, two jobs, and a relationship that isn't as stable as he'd like. When he decides to find a roommate, the solution comes in the form of Isaac Nabokov, a 24-year-old Russian guy with unshakable confidence, influence, and a past that seems to hold more secrets than he's willing to share. From the very start, Dean's boyfriend and Isaac, seem ready to tear each other apart, and Dean finds himself caught in the middle of a tension that refuses to fade. But Isaac? He thrives on chaos. Especially when he's the one causing it. Dean and Isaac have nothing in common. Dean cannot stand him, and nothing could change that...Right? 🥇 #1 roommate 🥇 #1 manxman 🥇 #1 malexmale 🥇 #1 russianmen 🥇 #1 funny 🥇 #1 yearning 🥇 #1 australia 🥇 #1 gay 🥇 #1 spicy

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is not just risky, it's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - fanfiction 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available in Amazon, physical and Kindle ebook version ✅ (with some bonus spicy chapters)

What happens when two people find each other in the same company- one an alpha who swears he doesn't need love, forced to find a fake boyfriend just to escape a marriage his parents are trying to trap him in... And the other an omega who's sassy yet gentle, fiercely independent, and loves his family enough to leave them behind for their sake? What happens when their pretend relationship starts to shift the ground beneath their feet- When something that was supposed to be fake begins to feel dangerously real? When complications appear in the form of a miracle, a heartbeat, something small yet powerful enough to change both of their lives forever? What happens when one of them disappears- leaving behind guilt, responsibility, and a love he never meant to feel- while the other is left heartbroken, confused, and angry? Was it truly hate... Or was it pain? Or was it a wound from loving someone who had to leave, even when he didn't want to? And then- what happens when they collide again five years later? One still carrying the ache of the past, and the other burdened with guilt for the hurt he caused but unable to erase the memories of the happiest- and saddest- days they shared. What happens when fate brings them back to the very love they tried to pretend wasn't real? Was it ever fake... Or was it love all along?