「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

"You're broken, it's okay. We are too." Deimos can't handle normal. He's dealing with something that constantly makes an unbelievable anger rise in him. He needs help. So, an institution for underage boys aims to get him back on track and integrate him back into society by the time he turns 20. He meets others who fight their own battles - he realises how alone he feels, but also that he isn't the only one struggling. Will those other boys help him? Will he realise how loved he is?

A fake priest and a Sicilian mob boss at odds. What could possibly go wrong? *** Roman is a life long slacker and a hardcore gambling addict. After learning there's a hit on him, not to mention his fiancé just dumped him two days before their wedding, Roman is desperate and on the run from loan sharks. Ending it all on a bridge seems like the only option until he meets a stranger who convinces him to participate in an unlikely heist, wherein Roman poses as a newly ordained priest only to rob St Francis Xavier Cathedral 50 million euros. On paper the plan sounds solid. However, Roman quickly discovers he's in more than he'd bargained for when the robbery attracts full attention of a very much pissed off Cosa Nostra boss, Santino Bertinelli.

Kingsley Black is a sub with a... rough past. Most of the Dominants in Andreas' and Aaron's club, Wildex, have gotten a taste of Kingsley, but they won't create a contract. If they do, it doesn't last long. So Kingsley gives up and just allows himself to be used as a nightly plaything. The one Dominant that Kingsley wants however, is Andreas. More than anything. Andreas is one of the few Master Doms of Wildex, being a co-owner beside Aaron. He never takes a sub for a night, and hardly pays attention to any in general. The little minx that Kingsley is though, has always attracted Andreas. Kingsley is just too rowdy. Can Andreas calm the energetic ball that is Kingsley? Can Kingsley really keep a contract for longer than a month? Or will they find out they are simply not compatible to be a dom/sub pair? Everything may seem fine for the King of Subs, but nothing is ever Peaches and Crème when it comes to the spitfire boy. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very explicit. It will have mentions of topics that are trigger for others (I will try to put those warnings in the beginning of each chapter), and will have mature language and topics. Chapters with Mature content will have an [M] in each chapter title. Thanks for reading! -BuzzyQueenBeee The POVs are switching so you get a look at what either character is thinking during certain things.

"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

Orion has been a servant in the Palace of Vampires for as long as he can remember, serving the lonely widower king and his two sons, polar opposites of each other. Will he make it out alive? Or end up like his Masters?

YIZHAN FANFIC

[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

Oh how it hurt. It hurt so bad. The skin tugged along with the thread. He went to scream at him to stop, but moving his mouth made it hurt more. He was afraid he might even choke on his own blood

Castiel has an 'itch' and obviously Dean helps him. *Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and the idea is not original. NOTES: This fanfiction has been written between 12pm and 4am due to my aparant 'annoying excessive' typing. Some nights I was extremely tired so please expect a few mistakes, Because I took the #wrote-this-instead-of-sleeping a bit too literal.