[Completed] • "I don't think you'd want someone like me," He brought the drink up to his lips, taking a long sip to avoid the older man's gaze. "That's silly, Ambrose." The blond chuckled, nudging him as he put his drink down. "Why wouldn't I want you?" The ginger haired boy laughed softly, and started ripping a napkin into pieces, "You know nothing about me," "That's even more hilarious. Ambrose! I've know you for five years, of course I know you." Though, now the blond didn't look so sure. "You don't know me, Sep. You don't fuckin' know me." ------------ • Credit for the cover goes to @Avonte_Ravi They did some great editing. (They are, however, not the original artist.) Sadly, I don't know who the original artist is. If this is your artwork, please let me know so I can credit you. :) {Please Enjoy My Trash Writing™ :) }

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

Dawn had a good life. She was the maidservent to the princess of Deira, and was treated well. However, everything changed when the kingdom of Deira was attacked. Dawn managed to save the Princess Fayelinn, but everyone else had, unfortunately perished. The two of them fled to Camelot, where Princess Fayelinn's intended fiancé ruled. However, Prince Arthur doesn't seem to want Princess Fayelinn. It's her maid that has seemed to catch his eye.

A story of a boy and his family.

Just some short stories, songfics, and other weird pieces that have happened over the years. There's new material as you read on, don't worry. It's hopefully not trash. Most characters used in here are my OC's, so please don't steal them or I'll be sad. Enjoy. :) ______________ The cover is by @tawardojo They're such an amazing writer! Go follow themmmm.

"The beast is sad and tired," the voice hissed from the shadows like water on hot metal. It sent fear into my chest that wrapped around my heart and squeezed. I was paralyzed. Usually, a claim like that might calm me but not when it's uttered by an 8 foot beastie cornering me in a sewer tunnel. "And...And, what am I to do about that?" I stuttered over my words, my chest tightening up at the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I gulped down as much air as I could, taking clipped breaths as the beast chuckled. I squeaked as I found myself pressed up against the wall, hoping the brick would open up and eat me whole. The beast chuckled lowly like the deep rumble of a volcano, inching towards me with their lurching gait. I flattened myself further against the wall as they reached out, their freezing, bony hand capturing my chin. I was forced to look into those round, fluorescent eyes staring at me through the skull of an elk. "All you need to know, dear human, is that your little renaissance artist won't be here to save you this time." [This whole story is kinda off the plot, not gonna lie.] [Theme song(s): Walla Walla : Glass Animals// Flip : Glass Animals//Wyrd : Glass Animals//Exxus : Glass Animals//Psylla : Glass Animals//Mama's Gun : Glass Animals] This is based off of TMNT 2012. I don't own the TMNT. Enjoy!