"You say Omegas can't be great, that they can't be boxers," Devon gets in my face, my anger rising with his own rising voice, "Yet after everything I've done to win, to persevere through all of this torment, to prove myself to everyone...! You still are the one fight that drives me crazy!" I am shoved back, but I rush back at him and shove right back. Grabbing the cuff of his shirt, I pull him down towards my face as we glare into one another's eyes. Despite the tension. "I already know people like you-." "You don't know anything!" He shouts now, taking me aback because he's never actually shouted before. Pushing me away again, we just looked at each other. His eyes closing tightly as he sighed in frustration...𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. I found myself thinking, only to see his eyes set back onto me firmly. "You...don't even know the other half of me. You don't know me at all." ˙ᵕ˙ a story about an Omega, Devon Volas, trying to prove himself in the heavyweight boxing world full of Alphas, and a famous father with a legacy. trying not to live off his father's legacy, proving himself, and breaking stereotypes that Omegas can't be boxers. while an Alpha, Lukas Ace, has gotten where he has, as a boxer, with his own merit. only to see that someone like Devon might take his place because of his last name alone. that causing hatred and resentment that can't be easily resolved, but with it comes brewing tension. neither of them willing to understand even the other half of each other, only the half they choose to see. until something happens, that changes everything - for not only them both, but what they both will share together.

{Completed} Every year the future Alpha's get together in cities all over the world. This isn't a party, this is training. For five weeks the future Alpha's train in combat from the best and gain knowledge from experts. Nate King didn't expect anything to be different about this camp. That was until he crossed paths with Brody Lewis, a tattoo covered, eye brow pierced, annoyingly independent future Alpha whose aversion to receiving any help in life he found quite endearing. On the full moon, these two guys didn't expect to find their mates, especially at an all Alpha camp, but they did. These two didn't anticipate that their summer camp would turn into a whirlwind of feelings and hope and responsibilities and love. Yet in the midst of it they find in each other what they had been missing their whole lives. Their other half, their mate. Yet, Summer has to end sometime and there are two packs that need them. Will these mates end up together? Or will their responsibilities tear them apart? {top: Werewolf #40}

Ben just wanted to go to the bathroom. He didn't expect to run into a hunk of a man. It was all Harley's fault for dragging him to a BDSM Club

Aaron has a crush on Caleb. The problem? The guy is a ghost. When he tries to confess to him the spirit vanishes and strange things begin happening, from disappearances to a mysterious entity knocking on the door every night at midnight. Can he figure out what's going on and use this phenomenon to change the past? Or is his roommate doomed to his fate? Rated Mature for violence, language, and sexual scenes. Warning for this rough draft being unedited.

[MxMxMxM] ❀ Summerton is a quaint and sweet town, nestled between its pride and joy, Lake Lakewood, and the forest. With a population of 782, everybody knows everybody, and everybody remembers everybody. It's perfect, really, and Aubrey Williamtown would have it no other way. That is, of course, until the Flint's buy the property that Aubrey's late-mother left for him. With the population jumping a significant amount, strange occurrences start happening in the sweet little town of Summerton, and Aubrey is desperate to get to the bottom of it. content and/or trigger warnings: violence, explicit language, and death. Text copyright © YeetMyselfx 2021-Present. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

➵ what happens when you enter your new apartment only to be met by two boys kissing on the couch? warning; • fluff • a lot of fluff • a bit of smut (like one chap lmao) • cursing • a lot • lowercase intended • no angst (cause this woman needs a break) • ok maybe a bit of drama but- • side ships cause why not • gayness dUh 「 discontinued 」 『 date started; 10.08.18 date published; 14.08.18 date ended; 00.00.00 』 《 highest rank; #1 ship #1 jaenoren #67 fanfiction #2 happy 》 © moominjoong

"..Why is he looking at me like that?" Asked Draco, his voice hoarse after being slammed into the damn wall. He'd deal with Granger later. Snape turned around, realising that Potter was, indeed, staring longingly at Draco. Snape let go of his collar, watching as Potter stared at Draco, biting his lip. Literally. Potter had only ever stared at him like that in his imagination. Draco looked from between Snape and Potter, a horrified expression on his face. "Mate?" Asked Weasley, trying to walk closer to Potter, obviously taken aback at his odd behavior. Potter not taking his eyes of Draco, spoke; "Why do I have to fight the urge to fucking kiss Malfoy right now?" Warnings: Mature content. Cursing. Violence. Top; Draco Bottom; Harry

(in the process on revising) Yukio never wanted to become a tutor. Especially for a little boy who barely spoke any english. However, his mother and her bleeding heart had insisted. On his first day tutoring Yukio did not expect the little boy he was supposed to be teaching to have two gay dads. Well, two very attractive gay dads.

It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and knew how to pick a pocket without anyone seeing. Easy right? Now I'm strapped to a chair, blood running down my face and this man just growled at me. His eyes are starting to glow blue too. What did I just get myself into? How did looking into those blue eyes change my whole life? How much worse can my luck possibly get as everything in my life turns upside down faster than I could keep up? ****** NSFW chapters are censored. Get the full uncensored version on my Patreon page! Link in my Linktree in my profile bio! You have been warned about the censoring, any hate speech in comments about it will result in blocking. Warning ⚠️ strong language, violence, graphic torture, nudity, sex between two men, blood, death,

Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***