"Arjun, what are you doing? Please hume jaane do" Rohan said, his voice trembling. Arjun leaned in closer, his breath warm against Rohan's ear as he whispered, "I'm not going to let you get away from me, Rohan. You're mine. Tum sirf or sirf mere ho!" . . . Rohan, the quite shy kid whose life is filled with his books, his routines, the comfort of being unnoticed. But that changes the moment someone sets his sights on him. Confident, intense, and impossibly persistent, Arjun isn't the kind of man who backs down. He's convinced that Rohan belongs with him, and he's not afraid to make that clear. Read the story to know how Rohan handles the storm in his life named Arjun, scared yet intrigued by the way Arjun looks at him like he's the only person in the world. Warning* This story is marked mature, which means it will contain explicit mature content between two men. Extreme 18+ Content in later chapters. Read at your own risk. . . Story rankings- 10/2/25 - #43 in Intense out of 11k stories 18/2/25 - #3 in lgbtfiction out of 30.3k stories

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.

Ciarren (pronounced Keer-ren) went through a terrible experience that broken him in more ways than one. It forces him to leave everything behind, even his best friends. He blames himself for everything, blaming his desire to submit instead of the person who hurt him instead. He moves across the country, cuts contact with everyone he knew, and focuses on surviving the nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks, anxiety, and nightmares. He becomes a recluse of the person he was, throwing himself into work and only leaving his house when absolutely necessary. However, it is work that brings him face to face with his desire or the two people who can fulfill his desire. This story is about him breaking, crumbling, and healing. Learning to live again with the help of two men to show him that his submission is something to be cherished and that it is not his fault, but the one who hurts him. Watch as Ciarren heals, falls in love, and receives justice. This little rose bud will bloom with the help of a little water and sun. WARNING: This story will heavily involve BDSM. There will be graphic scenes, steamy scenes, swearing, sadness, happiness, tears, fear, anxiety attacks, panic attacks, mentions of blood, abuse, etc. There WILL NOT be trigger warnings before these scenes. If you cannot read these scenes, I suggest you do not read this book. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING. READ WITH YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Luca Chessman has been longing for love his entire life. The only problem is-he can't seem to find a guy that likes him the same way. With his family cafe, Chessman's, struggling to keep afloat and no help from the bank, he's slowly accepting the demise of their business which he holds so dearly to his heart. Declan Nash is a regular at Chessman's who wears an expensive suit everyday and sits at the back on his laptop mysteriously-whilst being stupidly good looking. It's safe to say he's caught Luca's eye but with no confidence to speak to him, all Luca can do is smile, take his order and admire from afar. After a robbery at the cafe, leaving Luca with minor wounds and an empty till, Declan soon realises the future of the cafe. He decides to step in and help them get their business back on its feet with a cash loan from himself. But as they grow closer, Luca calls Declan his miracle but does he know his true intentions? - This book is the second book in the Silver Linings Series. You can read this as a stand-alone or read Signs From The Universe before to meet these characters. Tropes: - age-gap (10 years) - bxb - millionaire/wealthy man - forced proximity - found family - spicy scenes

For a hundred years, the feared Alpha King Lucas King ruled the werewolf world without a mate. Then one drunken human changed everything. After a one-night stand, the mysterious human disappeared the next morning, leaving Lucas with a broken heart, a fading scent... and money on the bedside table as if he were an escort. Six months later, Lucas finally finds him again. The problem? Daniel Reed doesn't remember him. The lazy heir of Reed Group only wants three things in life: sleep, food, and a peaceful life with zero responsibilities. So when the city's most powerful businessman offers him a deal that will free him from work forever, Danny couldn't help but agree.

When words flow easily with someone Jack never wants to let him go, or down, or see the worst of him. Unfortunately, real life isn't scripted. It's improv. Frenzy Collection

I was used to the quiet. The isolated life I had made for myself felt safe away from the greed and carnage the world left behind. The apocalypse wasn't supposed to happen, we all thought it was an earthquake - an event that wouldn't mean anything in a few days, let alone be remembered in the history books as the worst day in human history. But now, we starved, killed and survived the horrors that walk the earth. What else could we do? I was fine, safe, content in my cabin, but that was all before. Before I met Damien. _________________________________________ "What's wrong? Do you not see this?" "They were scaring you, were they not?" "Yes, but.." "So I took care of them" _________________________________________ #1 postapocalypse THIS STORY IS UNEDITED! But will be edited/polished once it's completed :) Side note: dialogue format improves at around chapter 15. Content Warning⚠️ This is a mature mxm story. LGBTQ+ people engaging in romantic and sexual relationships will be present throughout this story. You have been warned.

Kingsley Black is a sub with a... rough past. Most of the Dominants in Andreas' and Aaron's club, Wildex, have gotten a taste of Kingsley, but they won't create a contract. If they do, it doesn't last long. So Kingsley gives up and just allows himself to be used as a nightly plaything. The one Dominant that Kingsley wants however, is Andreas. More than anything. Andreas is one of the few Master Doms of Wildex, being a co-owner beside Aaron. He never takes a sub for a night, and hardly pays attention to any in general. The little minx that Kingsley is though, has always attracted Andreas. Kingsley is just too rowdy. Can Andreas calm the energetic ball that is Kingsley? Can Kingsley really keep a contract for longer than a month? Or will they find out they are simply not compatible to be a dom/sub pair? Everything may seem fine for the King of Subs, but nothing is ever Peaches and Crème when it comes to the spitfire boy. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very explicit. It will have mentions of topics that are trigger for others (I will try to put those warnings in the beginning of each chapter), and will have mature language and topics. Chapters with Mature content will have an [M] in each chapter title. Thanks for reading! -BuzzyQueenBeee The POVs are switching so you get a look at what either character is thinking during certain things.

Miles or as many call him, Milly, is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Many look at him and think that he would make the perfect dominant and Milly is well aware that he has the body type for it, but his personality is the complete opposite. Many dominants believe he is too much to be their submissive, being intimidated by his size. Miles tries to prove them wrong by being the best submissive he can, always listening and doing any request perfectly even if he doesn't want to, but it never seems to be enough. The submissive of the club even push him to be their dominant, not believing that the large man could be anything but dominant. Milly finally decides to leave the area and start new. In this new city, he finds a new club where he decides to give in to what everyone is saying and applies for membership as a dominant. However, what he wasn't expecting was the twin dominant owners with the capability of changing everything. This is the second book in my Submissive series. These books do not need to be read in any specific order, but to those that have read Submissive Desires, this will be the story of Killian, Milly, and Osiris.

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