ANGELO DELLA MORTE is a dark, Gothic romance of obsession, corruption, and possessive love. Don Vincenzo Rossi is a psychopathic Mafia kingpin who controls empires from the shadows. His life is a cold, calculated void until the moment he sees Elio, an ethereally beautiful, albino man, through a café window. To Vincenzo, Elio is a vision of impossible purity: a delicate angel folding a paper bird, utterly untouched by the filth and violence that is Vincenzo's world. In that instant, a singular, all-consuming obsession is born. TW: This story is a DARK romance and is VERY erotic. Dark Mafia Romance | Possessive/Obsessive Love | Forced Proximity | Stalking/Voyeurism

Tropes: psycho vigilante, touch him and die, reciprocal obsession, stalking but in a good way, vigilante justice, psychopath falls in love, mxm, first times, bi-awakening, gay for you, not as straight as i thought i was, trauma bonding Oliver and Zachary have no one but each other. In a foster home on an isolated plot of land, their bond was carved deeper and deeper with each new day of neglect and abuse by their foster parents. During an escape attempt gone wrong, they are torn apart, each believing the other to be dead. Wracked with grief, the two boys have to figure out what it means to live without each other. Oliver ends up on the streets, while Zachary ends up adopted by a man with wicked intentions. Over ten years later, Oliver and Zachary manage to share the same pastime - hunting and culling deadly criminals. Oliver focuses on his small neighborhood, running a "neighborhood watch" from his run-down motorcycle shop. Zachary focuses on the whole city, helping his two new adopted brothers, each with psychological issues of their own, to navigate what it means to have a code of ethics despite their shared psychopathy. When hunting the same elusive new crime boss in their city, the two finally cross paths.

Saint Morseti owns his own gourmet restaurant. He is the lead/head chef. With a passion for cooking and baking, he finds peace in producing delicious food. But on his free time. And majority of his time from the past 8 months he's taken a more intense interest. Danika Reeves. He knows it all. Where she is at, what she wears every day, the scheduling of her showers and the days she washes her curly hair. He knows her hobbies, when she gets paid, when she leaves for work, every indent or scar on her body. She was his muse. Well in the beginning. But it became much worse. He is a man who suffers with anxiety disorders. Separation anxiety, selective mutism, social anxiety, and reactive attachment disorder. With a dark past, he thought seeing who she is would do no harm, it would be fun. But now he can't live without her. And she's suspicious of something, but she can't put her finger on it.

Theo Graham has always felt like the "black sheep" of his pack. He's never managed to shift as effortlessly as his packmates, never been affected by the notorious "Haze" that all werewolves go through in their late teen years, and biggest of all, he's almost 21 and still has yet to find his fated mate. He's sick and tired of everyone telling him that there isn't any rush, and that it will "happen when it happens." Sure, some wolves find their mates in their early adult years, but *most* found theirs in their late teens, and for once in his life, Theo craves to be a part of the majority. He wants to finally feel like a proper werewolf--not some defective mistake. However, during the Alphas' anniversary ball, an accidental run-in with the sole heir of the Mockingbird pack sets Theo's life on a course he could have never anticipated. (this started as a shitpost that developed into an actual story. you're welcome) Content Warning: strong language, sexual themes and scenes (chapters marked with 🌶️), mild homophobia - COMPLETED!

Harlan has a unique power, one that makes him see things others cant, and therefore got him thrown in an asylum when he was only a child. Now he's a reluctant hero, thrust into the profession since he lacked any other option. He's amazing at his job, and six years into his work, is the sidekick to one of the most notable heroes of his generation: Lavina. Unfortunately, he also hates being a hero, but there's one thing that makes it worth it. The numbered. A series of villains who appeared out of nowhere and have an exceptional skill at avoiding the law, heroes, and just generally winning or evading consequences. Consequences, which are the only part of Harlan's job he enjoys. Harlan wants to find the root of it all more than anything, and he's beginning to get close. He intends to find out at any cost. He intends to win at any cost. That, he's sure of. His drive is unmatched. Until something entirely foreign to him gets involved: Feelings. [WARNINGS: smut, gore, swearing, some heavy topics, morally grey characters (the usual)]

Adrianus Miller curses his fate when he is mated to an ordinary warrior. Being a popular and ambitious Beta, his first instinct is to reject the quiet Evander Dursley. But Evander isn't weak. And he isn't leaving. Between push-and-pull dynamics, a werewolf football league, long distances apart and too many things left unspoken, Adrian feels himself unraveling faster than he can run. Because the more he resists, the more Evan holds. And what was supposed to be a rejection starts to feel more like a claim... ~~~ Warning: This book might be emotional. Tropes: Slowburn Romance Power Bottom Football League Sexually Tensed Aggression Corporate Office Possessive Jealousy Rejection Beta x Warrior Push-Pull Dynamics TOO much pining ~~~ #1 WattPride (11/02/26 - 02/03/26)

In the adrenaline-fueled world of professional car racing, Alpha Landon McCoy, a seasoned veteran with a heart of gold, finds himself facing his greatest challenge yet when Jackson Blaze, an "Alpha", and a cocky young rookie with an unhealthy obsession and apparent displeasure for Landon, bursts onto the scene. Despite Landon's experience, Jackson dominates the track, jeopardizing the veteran's career with each race. Reluctant to retire, Landon hesitantly agrees when an obsessive Jackson offers to tone it down so he can secure a win. In exchange, Jackson only wants one thing: Landon, or more precisely, the veteran's body. Landon isn't too fazed; he gets to keep doing what he loves while crazy Jackson enjoys his little power-play gimmick, because surely that's what this is all about for the rookie. They are both Alphas. What could go wrong? DISCLAIMER: This is a non-graphic MPreg MxM story, and involves a character with borderline toxic obsession. Inspired by: Pixar Cars - wordcount: 90,000+ | FIRST DRAFT | • LGBTQ Action | Romance

This short story follows the innocent Marcel King who comes face to face with seduction beyond his sinless dreams. Written by dolitawrites <3

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words