• 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?

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

When they were eighteen years old, Paul told his best friend that he was in love with him. Scared and stupid, Jack ran away. Seven years later, haunted by what he lost, Jack returns to claim the man who'd been his since they were four years old. But has he left it too late? WARNING. This book contains explicit scenes unsuitable for readers under eighteen. It also contains buckets of angst, crying in the rain, a jealous boyfriend and a very lonely bear. Available free from Amazon

What happens when the boy known for fighting everyone and anyone starts to fight for you? What happens when the artist who hides behind his masterpieces, starts to see you on his canvases? Gray and Axel meet by chance, unaware of the tidal waves they are causing in the other's life. Both stuck in their own lives, cold and always alone, they begin to find warmth with each other. Their hands keep finding their ways to each other- behind closed doors, in the dark, under the table. Once their walls start to crack, there's no going back and there's no pretending it means nothing. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Don't- don't touch me like that," he breathed out. I blinked at him. Is he angry? In pain? "Like what?" "fucking...gently," he seethed. "Why?" I peered at him, pressing my hand to his other cheek. I just needed him to look at me. I didn't care if it was wrong. "Because I'll... I'll fucking break," he barked, lips trembling under his confession. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• !! This is a slow burn !! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 🏅 #1- bxblove- Nov 16, 2025 🥇 #1- gay romance- Nov 19, 2025🥇 #1- tattoos- Oct 22, 2025🥇 #1- delinquent- Nov 6, 2025🥇 #1- trauma- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- family problems- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- teen- Dec 15, 2025🥇 #1- school- Dec 22, 2025 🥇 #2- bisexual- Nov 18, 2025 🥈 #2- high school experience- Nov 26, 2025🥈 #2- boyxboyromance- Oct 19, 2025🥈 #2- love- Nov 17, 2025🥈 #3- boyxboy- Nov 28, 2025🥉

"The boy suddenly looked up, his perfectly black eyes meeting mine. I knew, at least aesthetically, we were already opposites. His eyes were black and mine were blue; his hair was thick and long, mine was thin and short; he wore all black, I wore bright colors. But in his eyes, I saw the same thing I see every morning. I saw a certain weight I could never describe. A certain tiredness that can't be fixed with sleep. He kept looking at me and I kept looking back at him and neither of us blinked and neither of us spoke and neither of us moved. His head tilted ever so slightly I doubted it even happened. His eyes flashed something quick and familiar and I felt my eyes widen and my neck burn and my hands suddenly fighting against my body to reach out." .................. Rex doesn't have much of a social circle or a family or a connection to real life. He just does what he has to in order to survive. He studies to graduate high school on time and he smiles to get through the day, but for so long, he's done it all alone. He just wants someone to share little moments with, someone who will listen to him and stick around. After getting stuck in a blizzard, Rex meets Matteo. Matteo who doesn't talk much. Matteo who doesn't smile much. Matteo who is nothing like anything Rex has known. Slowly, those little moments Rex used to wish someone else could exist in with him, start becoming the big moments. The big moments lived in by both Rex and Matteo. ..................