Popular, good-looking, and arrogant, with a killer smile. That's Xavier Cassidy. Equally popular and good-looking, but also funny, smart, and boyishly charming. That's Ryan Cassidy. One's supposedly a "bad boy," but I blame the black leather jacket. One's the school's football star, even though he also plays basketball, baseball, and maybe even lacrosse. One's older, which means one's obviously younger. Everyone knows who they are, but I guess that's just the definition of popular. For the past three years I, Max McKinney, have just been an observer to their so called "awesome" lives, but then I smash my face into Xavier's locker, and he's hell-bent on never ever letting me forget it. With a few more slips, mall-trips, awkward-to-deep conversations, a secret admirer, and one party later I may find myself falling-for one of them at least ©2015 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting

"Please," he said, desperation laced in his voice. "Just...just one peck. Anywhere. On my lips, cheeks, ear. Anywhere you want." ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● Oliver: A reclusive guy with an avid love for books and living indoors. He wants to read the next interesting manuscript that comes his way, daydream all day in his house, but most of all...he longs for love. However, he despises his best friend's brother and wants nothing more than to relocate him to the nearest remote island... Jude: A legendary trackstar and sportsman in his school. He's your typical nonchalant jerk, popular with the ladies and as straight as an arrow. Regardless, he struggles with his own inner demons that have plagued him for a long time. Meeting Oliver only amplifies this, and whenever he sees him he desires to, more than anything, bring his stuck-up attitude down a notch. However, both find each other at odds and in a weird situation after a dare is completed. Amidst angst and a jumble of conflicted emotions, will they figure out a way to circumvent this ball of confusion in their lives as sparks fly between them?

Beau Montgomery was built for the ice-ten years in the NHL, captain of the Boston Bruins, a career that ended in one wrong hit and a surgeon's office. Now he's thirty, retired, and hiding in a crumbling cottage in Donegal, Ireland. He came to disappear. Caleb McGinley doesn't believe in silence. He runs a chaotic bookshop-café, knows everyone's business, and has never met a problem he didn't try to fix-especially not the massive, brooding American who just moved into the old O'Shea place. Beau doesn't want fixing. And Caleb has no idea what he's getting himself into. But between leaking roofs, black coffee, and a bookseller who refuses to leave him alone, the walls Beau built around his heart start to crack. And Beau has never been very good at losing a fight- even when he's starting to realize that this time, someone else might be the one who pays for it. ~~Completed Story~~

Evan Blake was a quiet werewolf, not because he was shy or nervous but because he preferred to observe. It may sound weird but he was the type, always listening to his music, and keeping to himself, and watching from afar. And being the Alpha's little brother, keeps him untouched. But when no one was around he was goofy and funny, and very outspoken and even a little sassy. So what happens when Evan's mate crashes his 18th birthday, and not only is he a dominant but he's the leader of a pack of rival rogues. Indenial of his feelings Evan, and feeling guilty because of the betrayal even tries to keep his distance. But he can't seem to shake, or deny his feelings for the rebel, who's possessive and deeply in love with him.

Leslie Roberts thought he was an average guy (aside from a few things he didn't like to think about). At twenty-one years of age, he has a girlfriend of three years, an annoying best friend, good friendships, and is already in his last year of college with a graphic arts degree. But things weren't fully as Leslie believed. Instead, there was something much worse going on in the background. Amongst the confusion, fear, anger, and betrayal, two people were there to save Leslie and give him some much needed rest, pampering, and affection. However, Leslie had forgotten something very important and that missing puzzle piece will change his life forever. ____________ Warnings: MxMxM romance Threesome 18+ Smut Kinks (Crossdressing, DDLB, BDSM) Violence + Language Mafia/Gangs Child abuse (Memories) Kidnapping Obsessive characters ____________ If you recognize this title, cover, and overall summary line, you most likely read the old version of Their Little Femboy from my previous account. And yes, this is indeed a *new* version that was mostly written from scratch. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Everyone at school knows Andrew Jennings. Missing an arm. Openly gay. But when he meets star athlete Ryan Sullivan in therapy, can friendship lead to more? ***** When Andrew 'Jacky' Jennings ends up in therapy after an English assignment gone wrong, he doesn't expect to find his high school's star athlete, Ryan Sullivan, sitting in the same waiting room. After all, he and Ryan couldn't be more different: football captain, future valedictorian, and all-around nice guy, Ryan is the school's golden boy, while Andrew is known for his permanent snarl, being openly gay, and losing his left arm (along with his father and sister) in a car accident. But when Andrew learns they actually have a lot in common, he's surprised to see past the enigma that is Ryan Sullivan and his seemingly perfect life. And as the two boys begin to connect over their shared grief, depression, and teenage angst, they might just discover a little pocket of happiness for themselves -- if they're willing to fight for it. [Word count: 100,000-150,000 words] Cover designed by Lily Taylor Please read the 'Introduction' for a full list of content/trigger warnings

[ boyxboy ] Noah Summerville is broken when his long forgotten uncle comes to his rescue and takes him to a small town of Alaska in a search of a new life. Then he sees Dylan McKenna with his man bun, thick thighs and intense stare. There is something about this man that makes him think coming to Alaska wasn't such a bad idea after all. However, Noah's demons follow him even as far as the coldest, darkest wilderness. He can't keep up, he's slipping and Dylan is right there in the middle of it all. Dylan McKenna has a motto: never commit and never fall in love. He revels in his solitude... Until a gorgeous, young man ends up as his new employee. He's trying really hard to keep things professional but the draw he feels for him goes beyond mild interest. Soon enough priorities shift, shields come down and truths get exposed. They might survive the harsh winter in Alaska. But will that be enough? Started: May 2024 Finished: December 2024

"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

Alexei Ivey is a shy and sweet twenty five year old who has been working at Armas Marketing for a year. He is a sub who knows what he wants. And what he wants, is a man whom he wholeheartedly wanted to belong to. A relationship. Malakai Armas is strong willed, smart and the CEO of Armas Marketing. At work, he is cold, renitent and as a dom, he is nothing short of respectful and perfect. It takes one trip in the employee's elevator for him to notice Alexei and it takes him hours, wondering just how he had never noticed such a beautiful boy. Malakai knows what he wants and how to get it. And what he wants is Alexei Ivey on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and big blue eyes looking up at him.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the 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 a 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 importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.