Josh is a business man. A very, very wealthy business man. He thought he had it all. Money, good looks, power. But the one thing he craved? Love. He's thirty two and pathetically single. He wants to change that. Time's ticking. Tyler is a brat. A nasty, slutty, obnoxious, selfish brat. He gets what he wants when he wants it and doesn't give a single fuck what he has to do to get it. So when he sees a hot rich man in a bar one night? He decides the man is something he wants. Too bad they both have completely different intentions. ©nicosniners

ίʍʍմɾε (verb.) to shut in; seclude or confine. Co-Writer: @utterflop -read my latest wall post to know about when updates will be.

Tyler didn't know what hypersexual meant until he met Josh.

He growls, "Mae. You need to listen to me." My heart is pounding and it's all I can do to whisper out, "Is that an order?" I feel his tongue trace up my neck and he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth, "Yes." ********* This work is under construction! So chapters may change, the plot may change, etc. So please work with me :) Cover picture is Constellation Kylo Art Print by Kawaiilo Ren

She was just following orders. [Disclaimer] I do not own Star Wars, or any of its characters. This is merely fanfiction. Star Wars and Kylo Ren are (c) Disney and Lucasfilm. Takes place after the events of TFA.

josh is a messy artist, with a daughter he adores, and tyler, well tyler is a clumsy bookstore owner. they fall in love. ©︎plumptyler

tyler may or may not purposely break the dress code just so he can meet with his vice principal

Tyler's a basketball player, who stresses over everything. He falls into little space more often than not. Josh, his english teacher. Just so happens to witness this and man he has no idea what to do.

"y'better get goin' before m'mama gets home. she'd kill ya, big boy." set in the sixties. in which josh falls head over heels for a not so innocent boy who secretly works in a cabaret. warnings !! - smut !! - light homophobia in a few chapters - some cute cheesy stuff in here

He was drowning, drowning in this water, drowning in his honey-brown eyes, drowning in his strong, gentle arms, drowning in this fuzzy feeling in his chest. He was drowning. // the boy who couldn't hold his breath underwater.