"Please," he said, desperation laced in his voice. "Just...just one peck. Anywhere. On my lips, cheeks, ear. Anywhere you want." ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● Oliver: A reclusive guy with an avid love for books and living indoors. He wants to read the next interesting manuscript that comes his way, daydream all day in his house, but most of all...he longs for love. However, he despises his best friend's brother and wants nothing more than to relocate him to the nearest remote island... Jude: A legendary trackstar and sportsman in his school. He's your typical nonchalant jerk, popular with the ladies and as straight as an arrow. Regardless, he struggles with his own inner demons that have plagued him for a long time. Meeting Oliver only amplifies this, and whenever he sees him he desires to, more than anything, bring his stuck-up attitude down a notch. However, both find each other at odds and in a weird situation after a dare is completed. Amidst angst and a jumble of conflicted emotions, will they figure out a way to circumvent this ball of confusion in their lives as sparks fly between them?

Whatever happened, it left me with major brain injuries. That part is consistent. The doctors all agreed on that much. Swelling. Trauma. Memory loss so severe it wiped my life clean like a chalkboard dragged through rain. When I woke up in the hospital, I didn't know my own face, my own voice, or why my body felt like it had been borrowed and returned damaged.

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

𝟎𝟗.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟏𝟑.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

"jus breathe, i take care of mines."

blackbxb Ares, an artsy photography major who sees the world in light, color, and metaphor, is assigned to shoot a profile on the university's star basketball player, Elijah-the guy everyone knows, everyone praises, and everyone assumes is untouchable. WARNINGS : Sexual Content/Smut, Violence, Homophobia, and Cursing

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

"I'm on whatever you on baby boy" "I wanna be on you pa"

" Then you'll need respect, but not too much. Just enough. Come here sit on my lap." "What?" "Sit on my lap..." "Are you serious?" I ask him. "I'm not getting any pleasure out of this," he explains, "Trust me. I am still mourning Julius even if I don't show it. But this is sex. In the Harem, sex is survival. So come here. Sit on my lap. No. To be more specific. Sit on my dick."

Jamie Warren had spent three years working for Lorenzo Bertarelli as his assistant. There was a certain amount of fire between the two. Jamie had came into the company as his assistant three years ago, and he was the first assistant that Lorenzo had, that he didn't chase off in a week. Jamie was just the right amount of precise, just the right level of organized, and he was thorough in his work for Lorenzo. Lorenzo valued that kind of work ethic, and thought that Jamie was the perfect assistant for him. It didn't take long at all for sparks to fly between the two, and they were meeting up in hotels late at night, going out to private dinners and having sex. It was the perfect arrangement for them, as they could be seen together because of their work relationship, and it wasn't weird. They behaved very professionally at work in order to keep their relationship a secret so they didn't have any stress or pressures. Keeping things a secret made things perfect--intimate and private. It was fun to have secret meetings and it really turned the heat up in the bedroom.