"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

Miles is nervous and quiet. He graduated early to escape the bullying and chaos of high school, but adulthood hasn't offered the escape he had hoped for. Isolated and adrift, he struggles with panic attacks, loneliness, and memories that refuse to stay buried. His world shifts when he meets Atticus. Confident, kind, and impossible to ignore. Miles quickly begins to crave the connection he never thought he deserved. As their relationship deepens, so does Miles's hope that maybe someone could love him enough to help him heal, but the past has a way of catching up. Because love, as beautiful as it is, doesn't always drown out the noise, and silence can be louder than anyone realizes. Set against a backdrop of late-night parties, quiet heartbreaks, and moments of painful honesty, Loud Silence is a slow-burning, coming-of-age story about identity, survival, and the terrifying hope of letting someone in. This is the first long-form story I've ever written. I would love feedback as long as it's respectful. This story has been swirling around my head for years, and I'm excited to finally fight against my own anxiety and put it out into the world. ⚠️ Trigger & Content Warning ⚠️ Loud Silence contains boy x boy romance and deals with heavy mental health themes, including depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abuse (emotional, physical, and sexual), sexual identity struggles, and death. I do everything I can to portray these themes honestly and respectfully. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Best rankings: #1 in gaypride #1 in boyxboyromance #1 in mental health #6 in gay #12 in gaylovers #17 in boyxboyromance #30 in gaypride #26 in anxietyattacks #76 in homosexual

They say you only fall in love once. For Ody and Mano, that once changed everything. In a world where love isn't always safe, and pain comes hand-in-hand with desire, two straight boys find each other in the middle of grief, trauma, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. Mano doesn't do vulnerability. Aggressive, tattooed, cold, and impossible to like, he plays the villain on purpose, because being hated is safer than being seen... and losing someone again would destroy him. Ody can't help but care. Bright, extroverted, charming and painfully sincere, he's the kind of boy who notices when you're hurting, even when you pretend you're not. He remembers your birthday, offers you the last slice, and apologizes even when it's not his fault. When their lives collide, nothing about them makes sense, except the way they keep gravitating toward each other. Sparks fly, but so do secrets, buried trauma, and a love neither of them is ready for. One of them hides behind silence. The other hides behind smiles. Together, they're wildfire. But not all fires survive the storm. The forbidden love between a broken boy and a lost one. A bond that refuses to break, even as the world tries to tear them apart. 🖤COMPLETED🖤 ! Warning : contains mature content and very dark themes including bullying, violence, strong language, explicit sexual scenes. Intended for readers 18 years and older. #1 bxb / 1,5k. stories #1 lgbt / 1,5k. stories #1 bl / 1,5k. stories #1 boyxboy / 1,5k. stories

Lee Felix, lonely but still happy. He doesn't really lack of anything. The only thing he might need is... love. He was waiting for the right one. For his strong alpha, who would protect and love him. But what's better than one loving alpha? -Two big, strong, handsome and loving alphas. But Felix didn't know that yet... It's an Omegaverse and there will be a poly relationship. It doesn't refer to the real life of the Stray Kids members, I only use their names and persona for the characters! It's just a short fluffy story with a little smut.

Jaemin has never known freedom. For seventeen years, his world has been a locked house, iron chains, and a man he calls father-a man who taught him that pain is obedience, silence is survival, and screaming only makes it worse. When the night comes that his father decides Jaemin has outlived his use, the neighbours hear what no one ever should. Police sirens tear through the dark. An ambulance arrives. And the chains that were never meant to be seen are finally uncovered. What Jaemin doesn't know is that the man who raised him is not his father at all.

"If Atlantis was doomed to sink, then maybe we were never meant to stay afloat." ~ They call me someone else's name. Eli. Not Atlantis, the name given to me by my real parents the name shouted playfully by my brothers when we'd play hide 'n seek. I'm no longer Atlantis Chance DeLuca as I'm now someone else's child. ~ [] 🥇#1 in brothers ~ 2026 🥇#1 in baby brother ~ 2026

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

The Government has labeled them. Society expects them to follow the rules. But what happens when two teens who are forced together want to go against what many see as the norm? Tim not only insists that his test results are wrong, but he demands they retest him. Due to an accident, Gatlin feels like his results have been altered. The two teens are forced to live with their government given results for a year before they can legally be retested. They face pressure from all sides to conform and start to question if the process of the testing is flawed. A story of unfair conditions for those that society sees some people as lesser and how they overcome it. Original story with OC that I created. Slow burn story telling. Not a BXB. No smut. Age regression is a known medical condition and should not be sexualized. I do not give AI permission to use this story for any learning algorithms. Story merch is available! Ko-fi. com / Foxdagon

He was a boy who lived without limits- because no one had ever stayed long enough to teach him where they were. Branded reckless, violent, and unfixable, Jeon Jungkook is cast into the last place meant for boys like him: Kim Disciplinary Academy, where rules are law, silence is enforced, and discipline is absolute. A system built on structure welcomes a boy made entirely of chaos. Jungkook believes what the world has always told him-that he is broken beyond repair, a mistake that discipline can only cage, never cure. But behind the iron schedules and unyielding consequences stands a man with steady breath and unshakable patience. Dr. Kim Taehyung does not raise his voice. He does not give up. His brown eyes see past defiance, past rage, into the boy who learned too young that anger was safer than hope. Every punishment is measured. Every rule is followed. And yet-every night Jungkook falls apart, those same hands remain. The hands that enforce discipline also dress wounds. The voice that delivers consequences also stays through shaking breaths and sleepless hours. For the first time in Jungkook's life, correction does not come with abandonment. Kim Disciplinary Academy is not a place that breaks boys. It is where the lost are held accountable-and held together. And within its walls, Jungkook doesn't just learn control. He learns trust. He learns restraint. He learns that being guided does not mean being unloved. This is a story of sharp edges softened by patience, of structure built not to imprison-but to protect. A place where a boy who thought he was finished finally begins.

"There is great power in being the calm at the centre of a storm." These were words that Declan Blake lived by, when he was bullied as a child and when he was shipped off to live with his brother on the other side of the country. Now, seven years later, he was being summoned back home for his sister's wedding. 7 days. That's all it was. 7 days with the family he hadn't seen in 7 years. 7 days of being family. 7 days of holding a secret tightly clutched to his core. 7 days before he could finally go back home. It was only 7 days, right? What could possibly happen?