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Carnal Desire

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Reads 11,866
Votes 553
Parts 30
Time 15h 10m

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bae breddy brett bretty eddy incubus internalconflict internalizedhomophobia loneliness nsfw selfdiscovery selfloathing selflove voilin

From experience, Brett knew how rewarding patience was. How much sweeter the feeling of sinking into a warm, pliant body was, how daring the begging went and how much more he could get from them, if they were giving themselves up all too willingly for the taking.
Also, it tasted much, much better. Brett could not wait for Eddy to be ripe.
___

The soft, innocent kisses were not something Brett was overly familiar with, seeing he tended to just skip this, but they were fine. The last soft, far too innocent kiss ended, and Brett waited for more.  Eddy pulled back after a few seconds. Once done, he bumped their foreheads together in silence. Eddy thought he was fond of gentler things, and women, for that manner; sure, he never been with one, and he liked boys love manga, but that didn't make him gay right? He had so many questions, and so little answers. Being clueless frustrated him to no end.

Ps: I drew the cover, the day of publishing this... so procrastinating whoopAll Rights Reserved

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OPEN [boyxboy] ✓ by flawed-

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

The Wolf and The Witch by DeathNice12

~Cover by me~ WARNING: I created this book years ago so it is a bit um cringy I am working on a new version of it called "Midnight Rose" if you'd be interested in that. "What are you wearing?" He said jaw tightened... "Gym cloths as we're in gym"... first, he and his friends are hiding out in a freaking alleyway which was shady as heck second, he tries to order me to sit by him third, he hugs me without my permission fourth, he smells me like a freaking creep which he definitely is fifth, he growls which isn't normal sixth, He touched me without my permission yet again almost breaks my wrist definitely bruising it and now he has the nerve to question what I'm wearing and get mad over my answer awe heck no... I exited the locker room I saw the beast was there right outside the door and there were several girls behind him giggling and gawking at him, although he is hot I will admit that much... I think I'm falling for Ian. I can't let Bell know... "Well then.." his voice lowered "Evan Pierce I have every intention to win your heart and re-name you Evan Walker"... His smirk grew then fell. Slowly he leaned in closer and closer until I could feel his warm, minty breath on my face... "Evan" Ian started "I am going to kiss you" his words coming out with determination. Before I could stop him or even react I felt his soft, warm lips touch mine lightly. His scent becoming more dominate. His warmth surrounding my body. Millions of tiny sparks running through my body. I'm not sure what came over me... Maybe I just wanted to revel in this new emotion... Maybe I've lost my my mind... But instead of pushing him away I closed my eyes welcoming him...

Philophobia (Anger is Bliss) by doudrea

UNPUBLISHED HERE TO PUBLISH AS AN ACTUAL BOOK BUT I WAS SO ASHAMED I UNPUBLISHED IT, MIGHT REPUBLISH IT HERE ONE DAY...

Club - a Breddy Fanfic. by Floorestijn

Weekly updates on Monday or Wednesday. What is Eddy, a shy introvert musician like himself, going to do with his crush for a playboy like Brett? And what is his story behind his attitude anyway? A Breddy TwoSet Violin Fanfic, set in an Alternative Universe. What to expect: Sweetness, some troubles, NSFW, some talk about sexual abuse and bad relationships. But don't worry: it all ends well, because lets face it: I'm a sucker for happy endings. About the music: I love classical music, but also VNVnation (=alternative electronic music a pure-Brett musician might not be able to listen to). His (Ronan Harris) lyrics do things to me, giving me images when I listen to them. So I decided to include them. Feel free to also give the music a chance. You might hate it, you might like it. Brett and Eddy are their own persons, they might or might not be together. I just hope they are happy. This story is just a figure of my own imagination. Can't help it because they would make such a good couple and I love them for it.

The Journalist, The General, and The Pirate by Acid5801

Decades. He'd wasted decades of his life doing what? Chasing the minuscule sparks of passion to ease the aching void in his chest? Wasn't there something better? Someone to guide him away from the misery? Distract him from the life he couldn't escape from? There were days he didn't know which way was up and where the sea began. Where the skies collided with the dirt and delved into the inferno of the hells. The whispers of creatures that should have had no interest in a mortal caressing the shell of his ears. Beings he believed to be just as mortal as himself and if one observed their flaws they might have been. Walking the city grounds and sailing the oceans as easily as anyone. Blockades of fire and ice prevented their hands from intertwining. Now he balanced atop the wall. Grabbing both with shaky arms and keeping them close. Please don't leave. Fangs and claws used to claim him. Gentle kisses and caresses to calm him. Breathless words pulled him deeper into the madness. Further into inky darkness speckled with blinding light. Granting him everything he never knew he'd wanted. A dream come reality. Strange how love could spark from pain. How fickle. And how much he only wanted more. ((Heelloooo, thanks for clicking. :3 Its been quite a bit since I've written anything but I wanted to try something new. Been into making my own novels and stories and this ones an au based around the chars of my current works. This is gonna be a m/m story. Well theres three of them but who doesnt love a love triangle. Hope ya'll enjoy my for funzies story with love, heartbreak, and gay ass sex. At least weekly updates but possibly more often. We shall see haha. Feel free to ask questions or comment your thoughts, I love those Now, quick warning that there are dark themes involved in this story including manipulation, power dynamics, and dubious consent. Those chapters can be skippable without losing too much plot but I'm warning in advance that viewer discretion is advised.))

Miss you, not. by nox_fures

"Do I miss you? Maybe." "Do I like you? ..." Brett and Eddy has been having some friendship problems. Between juggling university, social life and internal emotional turmoil, will they finally find each other again? [Disclaimer: This is simply a work of fiction. I respect their friendship. If you're Brett and/or Eddy PLEASE do not read this.] Note: I had some qualms on shipping real life people. But their amazing chemistry just pulls me in and I can't help but to imagine them being in a romantic relationship. Here we are lmao. Completed 30 January 2020

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OPEN [boyxboy] ✓

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.