When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

Cain, an ex-noble turned thief, gets sent back to the past after stealing a magic scroll. With this second chance, he decides to reboot his villainous identity under a new name and get revenge on the people who ruined him. However things don't go entirely to plan, and soon he finds himself distracted by his old boss who has taken an interest in his criminal career... ------------------------------ #1 in Villain on 6/7/2023 Trigger warning for SA! This is a slow burn relationship between MC and ML. Open Relationships exist.

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas. Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in the arms of one Samuel Deminico (not intentionally of course). Sammy's managed to survive in the Big Apple all his life. The city has brought him major once in a lifetime opportunities, such as opening up his dream boxing gym. He never thought he'd need to use his self defense moves outside of the ring... but one particular crackhead proved him wrong the night of April 15th. That was when Sammy met Dante. •• "You ever get punched in the face by a crackhead?" "No, I can't say that I have." "Then don't speak on it like you've been punched in the face by a crackhead." *this book is unedited

After signing up for lovematch.com, Cillian wasn't sure what to expect. Yes, he had gotten a couple messages here and there but they were mostly creepy or cringy or from guys like callmedaddy2122 who wanted him to drizzle ketchup on his toes and send him pictures. Cillian never had luck with dating and hasn't had luck in years. So he didn't know why he tried this site, tried the app. He was just about to give up when he meets him. Nathan. Also known as waitwithnate

As the newest band craze, Venom, sweeps the nation, Clay joins the bandwagon of millions who are seduced by their offbeat songs and swoon-worthy band members. When circumstances bring Clay right to Venom's doorstep the night before a concert, he finds himself plucked from the real world and thrown into a life he's admired afar for years. Being a dedicated fan has its downsides, though, and Clay soon discovers the darker side of Vemom, a side he never knew existed. Will the infamous band be all that he imagined them to be? Or will he be left broken...just another groupie who falls victim to the seductive lure that is Venom?

General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances. Oh...,**** Set in the same world as Salvage, but we're going back in time for some Medieval sword and sorcery! This wholesome, happy-endings-all-around, smutty queer fantasy romance features an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart. Plenty of fluff, plenty of sexy times, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors - but there is a war on, so there's also plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way. CW: Violence, violent death (no main characters), homophobic society, internalized homophobia and closeting, internalized transphobia (supporting character), war veteran ptsd, slavery (supporting character - no abuse of this character is depicted and sentiments are anti-slavery), strong language, detailed sexual content (all consensual), discussion of sex work.

Alan had lived a life full of no love, which caused him to grow up not expecting anything from anyone and not feeling anything for anyone. It seemed like he would continue to live out his days without feeling any emotion... but then he died. However, it wasn't the end for him. The next thing Alan knew, he was opening his eyes, looking up at his ordinary poor mother in a run-down shack, in a world that he knew nothing about. How does Alan learn to survive in a world surrounded by magic, mages, and royalty? Also, what about his love for cats?

'It'll be fun,' he said, his voice deep and full of self satisfaction. It did nothing to help lift the haze clouding my mind. 'All you have to do is perform to the best of your ability.' 'And you'll grade me?' I managed to choke out, my voice thick and confused. His smirk just widened. 'Yeah,' he agreed, and I had never seen him look so sinful before. It was mesmerising. 'Be a good little whore, and you'll pass without any trouble.' - This will just be smut. Think of it as oneshots of the same people. Only read if you feel like you're mature enough.

Life was amazing. At least, that's how Orion saw it. During the night he lived on the land, dancing with the clueless humans and learning their ways, enjoying music and the simple things of life. When dawn arrived, he would return to his rightful spot in the sea, singing about the joys of his life. That was his way of living, until that one faithful day, where he saved a human after it was forced to walk the plank. A day where he unknowingly saved the life of one of most ruthless and well-known Pirate Captain. The day that the predatory Siren, became the pirate's prey.