"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?

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

☆ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ＿＿＿＿ ❝𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦!❞ ＿＿＿＿ Shimizu Y/N, a sprinter for the Karasuno High School track team, joins his older sister in Management after forming bonds with the respective players. ＿＿＿＿ ☆ 　 Nishinoya x M!Reader - Slight various x Reader. 　 ★ 　Monthly updates! ☆　 CW: Graphic descriptions of sexual violence, CSA, and SA. Reader discretion is advised! 𖦹 ⁣　　I do not consent to my work being used or fed to train AI. © ⁣　all rights reserved to asuyaka. Do not repost/translate without permission.

WARNING!!!! 🚧 🚧 ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ READ THE TAGS AS THEY ARE THE ONLY WARNING YOU'LL GET!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________________ Adam Witts. A nineteen-year-old boy, who suffers from clinical sex addiction, finds himself on stage at a supernatural auction, wanting to be sold to the highest and sexiest bidder. The young addict has no idea what fate has in store for him, the highest and sexiest bidder happens to be the highest ranking Alpha in New Orleans. A'mosh Chambers. A'mosh is an Alpha werewolf, he's thirty-four years old and is still looking for his mate. For all he knows his mate could be standing next to him, he wouldn't know though, his wolf has a flaw, the inability to scent his mate. Neither of the two men knows what lies ahead, but when they meet and come together it's like a volcano meeting a typhoon.

So why did the streetfighter and the streetballer cross the Viscount Street?

Jason Hunter has never been told no. Not by teachers, not by rivals, and definitely not by the girls who trail after him like he's the only thing worth looking at. He's the bad boy of Destiny High-reckless, charming, and used to getting exactly what he wants. Maximilian Rex has never had to try. Straight A's, quiet confidence, a body he clearly didn't build lifting textbooks. Jason clocks him as an easy target - the school's golden nerd, ripe for teasing. He doesn't expect the slow burn in his chest every time Max looks at him like he's already memorized. He doesn't expect his pulse to spike every time Max gets too close, voice low, patience razor-thin. And he definitely doesn't expect to find out that the boy he's been provoking is actually the Alpha of the Spirit Walkers - a pack that could end him with one word. Max has spent years mastering control. Discipline. Restraint. Then Jason Hunter walks in, mouthy and reckless and infuriatingly touchable, and every instinct Max has fought to leash starts straining at the chain. The wolf wants what it wants. And it wants him. But wanting a human especially one this stubborn, this fragile, this addictive comes with a price. A jealous ex who thinks she still owns Max's heart. And rogues circling, hungry for a war they think this bond will finally give them. Every stolen glance, every near-touch, every night Jason shows up somewhere he shouldn't be tightens the pull between them until neither can pretend it's nothing. Some boys play with fire. Jason Hunter fell for the wolf who is one.

【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Sex worker and escort, Milan O'Dair, knows all about rich people. He knows they're arrogant and extravagant and the men stink of cigars, while the women adorn themselves in the rarest of diamonds. They laugh at the poor, mock the needy and love to use him like a toy; fun for the time being but then easily forgotten. But that was the job, and at the end of the day rich people liked to flaunt their wealth to anyone who would pay attention, so they paid a lot for his services meaning the money was good and exactly what he needed. No one said it was easy to get by in the world, so if it took a bit of pain and tears then Milan was just going to have to tough it out. Besides, soon enough he would become a world famous painter, he was sure of it, he just needed to keep creating. And when living in a city like London and being very much estranged from his family, while also needing to afford expensive paints and canvases, so he didn't lose the only thing in his life that gave him any passion or meaning, money was a necessity and it helped to have it in excess. Then one day, Milan meets a mysterious man, at a gala dinner, who tips his world upside down. A God among mere mortals, who exudes such beauty that neither man, nor woman, nor other can resist his charms, a specimen like none other. No one knows anything about him, but that he is rich beyond belief and that you must never cross him. He is power, he is strength, and he is wealth. He is Valencio Osiris. ~~~~~~~~~ 'He looked like a lamb caught amongst wolves, but there was a fire in my little lamb's eyes, like he wouldn't allow himself to get eaten and I decided I just had to see if I could get a small bite.' ~~~~~~~~~ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S: - mentions of sexual assault and trauma ~~~~~~~~

Camilo Carter is The Doctor of East Hadena, one of the deadliest serial killers the city has ever seen. He's excellent at what he does, with no signs of getting caught any time soon. He thinks he has it all figured out, sees himself as almost bulletproof. He's never slipped up, never come remotely close. Camilo is untouchable. That is, until the really hot lead investigator of his case moves in across the hall. ~ "Perfect," he tells me, tone low. My heart practically stops beating in my chest. "I meant you're perfect." Decari doesn't know. He has no idea how untrue that is, how far off. He doesn't know, and he can't know. He can't ever fucking find out! He just can't, and I'm terrified that if I let this continue any longer... I'll get too comfortable. Too secure. I can never allow myself to doubt his loyalty to the law. If I'm to give in, I need to promise myself that. I take a step forward, and we're so close like this that I can feel the heat of his body. I finally move my gaze up to his eyes, which look a lot darker like this. He is entirely focused on me, and I don't think he even realizes he does it, but his hand drops from my face and finds its way to my hip a moment later. The world seems to disappear as I look into his eyes, deciding to warn him one last time. "You'll change your mind." [WATTYS 2025 WINNER] ~ [WARNINGS: smut, gore, some heavy topics like torture and sexual assault, morally grey characters (the usual)(I mean it's a book about a serial kille

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