just a bunch of one shots and smut about miraculous ladybug. I dont always say but characters are always around 16+ (I feel that's an okay age to start having sex, dont judge me). I dont own miraculous. y/n or other ocs are mine (uh or yours?).

⚠️TW 18+⚠️ Marinette had everything she needed to be happy, a great house, a great job, a great boyfriend, great friends, everything was perfect, until 𝘩𝘦 disappeared. After his disappearance nothing was ever going to be the same again. 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙑𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to Zagtoon. ⚠️This story contains smut (sin), so beware of this before starting to read this story.⚠️

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

It's a regular day at the hospital for Dr. Aysel Clark. Until it's not. With a critical, bleeding patient rolled into the hospital one evening-him being none other than the richest CEO of the country-and her having to assist in his surgery, her life slowly takes a drastic turn. She finds herself in the midst of the intimidating billionaire's world... and right in the face of her haunting past. Aiden Knight, the country's most attractive and successful businessman, is feared by all. He is dangerous, rude and arrogant with no regard for anyone's feelings. He is notorious for being heartless, murdering anyone in cold blood if they dared crossing him... or so people believed. But beneath his tough exterior and daunting stares is a trauma he hides from the world. He wears his pain as a shield, allowing no room for compassion. Hatred sprouts initially, sparks ignite and secrets uncover as their pasts collide and come around to haunt them, catapulting the callous CEO into the kind doctor's life. Will Aysel be able to tame the beast within Aiden? Will he be able to open up to her and finally relieve the weight he has been carrying for years? #43 in ROMANCE #1 in featured #1 in ceoxdoctor #1 in hatetolove #1 in billionaire #1 in enemies #1 in morallygreyman #1 in trauma #1 in danger #1 in arrogant #1 in grumpy #1 in CEO #1 in slow burn #1 in dark past #1 in doctor #1 in rude #2 in possessive #2 in grumpyxsunshine #3 in beautyandthebeast #4 in enemiestolovers #4 in thriller #5 in texttospeech #6 in revenge #8 in dangerous #18 in dark

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

Harry didn't plan for it to become a recurring motif. It was never intended, from his perspective, to anchor him, and it certainly wasn't there to define him. At the time, he'd thought it was a one-time thing, like waxing his chest, or trying hot yoga, or letting someone gaslight him into believing that olives don't just taste like someone preserved despair in brine. At best, he'd figured it would be a strange, mildly entertaining story to pull out after drinks with a select, close-knit group of attendees. It'd fall in line somewhere between the one about the dentist with the singular nipple piercing and the time he'd mistakenly crashed a wake because the GPS rerouted him through a church parking lot. And then she called him Sir. One minute he was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed he'd snagged off of facebook marketplace (suspiciously low price tag- maybe haunted), wondering if tilting her too far would result in blunt force trauma via nightstand, and the next, she was twisting her chin to look at him over her shoulder, voice low and syrupy-sweet, eyes half-lidded as she was saying it- Sir- with this kind of reverence that made him feel like someone with gravity. Purpose. Like he was something more than a financially unstable, sleep-deprived undergrad sporting a semi; like something cracked open in her ribs every time she used it, and he was the only one who could crawl inside. Retrospectively, that was the beginning of the end. - OR The one in which there's an interesting blog focused on a niche genre of soft-core pornography, two next-door neighbors in an apartment complex with paper-thin walls, a simple case of misinterpretation, a man that runs from intimacy like there's an award waiting at the invisible finish line, and a pet bunny called Snuggles. - (reader-insert/ Y/N - early access patreon fic)

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

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❝I'm such an idiot, Mari. I wasted so much time pretending to hate you when I could have loved you instead.❞ ~~~~ Neteyam and Marali grew up together as best friends. They had been inseparable until the fateful day came when they would have to train. The day training for the two teens began, was the day everything changed. Soon, it seemed that Neteyam didn't have any time for the girl, and when Lo'ak was added into the mix, jealousy spawned from the oldest Sully boy. Started: May 9th, 2023 Ended: June 14th, 2023 Final Word Count: 121,064 Status - In Process of Editing *SLOWBURN WARNING* **AMAZING COVER MADE BY @Lele_poupou !! GO GIVE HER A FOLLOW! I WILL DO A BOOK TWO WHEN AVATAR THREE COMES OUT