⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ❝ Gas stations at 12 am hit different.❞ ❝ Oh yeah, who's gonna take me?❞ ❝ Me...duh, c'mon we can share a free slurpee. ❞ 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧 His breath was moving down my mouth and into my throat within each second. It was ice cold, cold like he's been sitting in a cubed bath. His skin was pale but wasn't too pale to where he couldn't tan. He then yanked his jersey over his shoulder before zipping up his gray baseball pants. His eyes met my left eye intentionally before moving to the right. Then quickly towards my mouth, Where at this point, I had no idea what he's doing. I was entranced, sexually, mentally and physically. He then smoothly moved back where our eye contact finally met for the tenth time tonight. We kissed one last time in the Uber. His lips felt soft like butter, and his ocean spray cologne kept sticking to my chest. This all felt like a fantasy, a dream that I couldn't wake up from. We backed away from each other, as he just sat there, and smiled at me. I began to tie my cleats, but he reached over, and grazed my arm. His touch was soft like he soaked it in Garra Rufa fish before we played the championship game. " Are we good now?" He sets my hand in his palm, hugging his fingers around mine. " Hm... I liked when you begged so no," A smirk emerging from my face, as I patted his wrist. " What is this gonna be a award winning routine where I have to beg for your attention," Asked Kieran, pushing the tip of his tongue against his cheek. " Well...it does sound promising," " In that case, can we please do the Death Drop at the fair tomorrow?" Kieran pleaded. " Come on, grow some balls." " Bro, so was my dick not big enough for you when we were having sex two seconds ago?" I said, narrowing my eyes.

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

At twenty-one, Silas Blackwood has everything going for him. A rising name, a tattoo studio in Las Vegas, a face people don't forget, and enough ego to carry all of it just fine. Then Victor Acosta arrives and ruins his pride, and eventually, his whole mental stability. Victor is the artist from Spain who walks into the biggest tattoo competition of the year, steals first place, and somehow ends up working in Silas's studio right after. He is quiet, rude, terrifyingly talented, and weirdly impossible to ignore. Which would already be bad enough. But Silas has bigger problems. For three years, he's been talking to a stranger online. Trusting him with things he's never said out loud, and missing him when he disappears. That stranger was Victor. Silas doesn't know that yet. And before he can even process the rivalry, the obsession, or why Victor feels so familiar, he finds out there are two Acosta brothers in Vegas. Twins. And he's already dating one of them. 🥇#1 - slowburn 🥇#1 - switch

This is a collection of my poetry. Each individual chapter is a standalone poem, and they aren't in any particular order. I'll add to it if I create any more, but they tend to be spontaneous so I don't have a schedule for updates. "Gates of Heaven" is the name of my favourite special limit hand in Mah Jongg, which I play regularly, hence the name is somewhat personal.

• NSFW: Not Safe For Work • • • • In the world of love and crunching numbers, Benjamin had a lot to learn. Already taking a leap of faith by moving to New York City to work as an accountant at a prestigious company, he has his plate full. But a longing for love inside the closet comes knocking, and he won't be able to ignore it for long. The handsome, egregiously-tall and vulgar CFO of the company, Calvin, has Ben lovestruck. But the Scottish-born man is as straight as a board. At least, Ben assumes from passing interactions. By fate, curiosity, or simply a childish challenge, the two collide in a clumsy, haphazard way that is, needless to say, Not Safe For Work.

Ledger Olivier is an artist. Intense, ardent and a complete flirt; he's forever searching for the next thing that will make him feel alive. When he meets stoic, serious, heterochromic Everett Hayes, he knows that he'll never be the same again. Everett Hayes is drowning. The eldest of six wayward brothers and the weight of the world on his shoulders, he doesn't have time for passion. He knows better than to fall for his brother's best friend's charm, but when his gaze feels electric, it's easier said than done.

Nox is dying. Marked by a curse no one understands, his once-vibrant birthmark fades with each passing day; an unspoken sentence counting down to his end. Alone on a desolate hillside, exhausted and broken, he clings to the last pieces of his fading life: a letter to his family, a worn sword, and a heart heavy with regret. Then, without warning, a stranger appears. Tall, dark, and silent, the man's arrival is both a mystery and a lifeline. There is something in his sharp, guarded gaze; a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface of his hardened exterior. In the face of death, what begins as wary dependence slowly shifts into something more powerful, an unspoken bond that neither of them expected but both desperately need. In the shadow of a fading curse and the weight of a broken past, Nox and the stranger find themselves drawn together by something neither dared to name. As life grows fleeting, their connection becomes a chance at salvation, not just of the body, but of the heart. Sometimes, love arrives when all seems lost.

*****UPDATED EVERY MONDAY @ (9:00 AM CST)********* (MxM) Carter just lost his roommate-and with him, half the rent. The two-bedroom apartment is way too quiet, way too big, and way too lonely. So he does the sensible thing: posts an ad for a new roommate... and, in a moment of sleep-deprived chaos, signs up for a local social app. That's where he meets Hayden. Hayden is smooth, flirty, and dangerously easy to fall for. Seems fitting since it's his job... as an escort. And Carter? Carter doesn't care. Not when being with Hayden feels better than being alone. So he makes a deal: if it means keeping Hayden in his life, he's willing to pay, just for the company. Just to feel seen. At the same time, a stranger offers to move in and cover the full rent. Too good to pass up, Carter says yes. What he doesn't know? His new roommate is Hayden. Just... without the charm. Without the winks. And definitely without the affection Carter's been paying for. Because Hayden was a fantasy. Jace, the man behind him-is cold, standoffish, and completely unreachable. And they live together now.

When the best day of your life turns into your worst nightmare, you stand in decent company. Deklyn Jackson begins his journey to adulthood saying difficult goodbyes and extraordinary hellos. Friends new and old help navigate the murky waters of a changing tide. "You want me to stop?" He asked. "Yes." I breathed out too slowly. "Okay" he shrugged without moving. "Okay?" I asked breathlessly. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He promised. "No" I whimpered. "No?" He questioned. "No, I don't want you to stop." I clarified. Time stood still as his eyes grew wider. The captivating blue freezing me in their trance. ^^^^All my writings are completely my own. Please do not copy or share my content without expressed written consent. Any and all coincidences to any other story are purely unintended. Please do not use any portion of my writings in a manner as to claim it as your own.^^^^ If you are reading this story on any other platform aside from Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk for Malware. If you want to read this story in its original, safe form please go to https://my.w.tt/Qrr4QBdZ88. Thank you. ANY MUSIC, PICS OR GRAPHICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.

"Excuse me, sir. I think you may have dropped these?" It was the voice I noticed first. Smooth, a little amused, and low enough to draw me out of myself. Then I saw him. Dirty blonde hair that looked like waves crashing down the sides of his face, and freckles like splattered paint across his fair skin. A silver hoop in his nose, another in his brow, both catching the light. And those eyes... electric blue, staring into my green ones with intensity. - After a heartbreaking loss, Killian has spent two years shielding himself from love, or any human contact really-convinced that no one could ever replace the person he lost. Finn, on the other hand, is caught in the throes of a toxic relationship, knowing he's not getting what he deserves but is too scared to walk away. When their paths cross, the spark is undeniable, but both are hesitant, scared of getting too close. Killian fears the pain of loving and losing again, while Finn's relationship has made him lose hope all together-almost. Will they let their pasts define them, or can they find the courage to bloom together in the wake of their ruins?