When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

" a shadow cannot exist without it's flame. i do not exist without you " ➾idiots to lovers ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs { 𝑝𝑟𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ~ 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 } { 𝑥𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ˣ 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑜𝑐 } { 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 7ᵗʰ, 2025 } { 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 @ 𝑚𝑒 }

friday addams didn't think he fit in his family all that great, especially when he was a literal wolf in sheep's clothing. when things start unraveling around the 'not-so-normie', a prophecy gets written that connects the two more deeply than either would ever want.. but friday did always love a challenge. ──────── 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗰 𝘅 𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝗱𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱

"I like them. Not for the act they put on, but for the true boy hiding behind the façade." a story where billy hargrove and steve harrington both fall for the same sweater wearing dork - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - steve harrington x male oc x billy hargrove

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. And Hawkins High really didn't need another one. But David Byers did. Because somehow, the asshole developed a sweet spot for the town's weirdo. And it made them both better. Billy Hargrove x maleOC stranger things season 2-?

𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 | ❝Eu morreria por ele.... Eu mataria por ele❞ 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘, onde o estranho é rotina e o macabro é arte, os portões se abrem mais uma vez para o retorno às aulas - e para receber novos e antigos alunos em seus corredores repletos de segredos. Entre os novatos está Vicent Sinclair, um jovem lobisomem, irmão mais novo da vibrante e colorida Enid Sinclair - embora os dois não pudessem ser mais diferentes. Reservado, introspectivo e determinado a manter seu lado selvagem sob controle, Vicent não busca problemas... até conhecer seu novo colega de quarto. Pugsley Addams - o estranho, imprevisível e nada inofensivo irmão caçula de Wednesday - carrega consigo uma aura que intriga e perturba ao mesmo tempo. Algo nele desperta em Vicent uma conexão inexplicável, como um ímã que o puxa cada vez mais para perto, ignorando todos os instintos de autopreservação. Mas quanto mais tempo passam juntos, mais Vicent percebe que seu suposto controle é apenas uma ilusão. Pugsley não só desperta o que ele tentou esconder, como também liberta um lado seu que ele jamais imaginou existir. ━━━━━━━━ Pugsley Addams X Male Oc ━━━━━━━━ Plágio é crime ━━━━━━━━ ©𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗿𝘄𝘀𝘇_

Could werewolves really be lurking in the shadows? And could Wexton Necrodopolis really be one of them? In which, a young white haired boy struggles with his identity, and the weird butterfly feelings in his stomach whenever he looks at a certain ruggedly handsome werewolf.

oliver galpin was the first hyde in 30 years to get accepted into nevermore, then again they didn't exactly know he was one. but when his hyde takes control instead of keeping hidden, his master ends up being the one boy he caught feelings for.. who is also part of the family his own one hates. ──────── 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗰 𝘅 𝗽𝘂𝗴𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟯 𝗵𝘆𝗱𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.