These are all Y/n (Your Name) Imagines. All of these stories are made to fit everyone as close as possible. I try to make sure everyone is included. All of my imagines are original, so don't come and tell me that you think I stole ideas. People have stolen my things before that's why I have it copy written. Enjoy the stories, I am also going through and spell checking all of them. Please enjoy. Thanks for the million reads!!!

For maximum reading pleasure: Bring a saucer of warm milk...meow...purr Warning: Rated M for Mature ^^ It contains scenes with adult language, violence, sex, horror, and drugs which may not be suitable for younger audiences. Do not proceed if below 18 years of age.

Being a part of a close-knit group of friends has its perks. You share laughs together, you have fun together. Everything is always so perfect...until it isn't. Trust is broken, friendships begin to diminish. Lies are told and loyalty is unheard of. Turning on one another, one by one, until there is nothing left. What will the outcome be?

Timothy Sheffield has a very interesting ritual. It happens the first day of each month in Pasadena's number one place for literature - Vroman's Bookstore. This habit of his does not involve books however. It is all about that one fab and famous glossy that California loves to read - Out & About magazine. Will he find love in the pages with the smallest of prints? And when he does, how would he know if it's indelible?

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answers in a low voice, his fingers teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. “Please, Sir! Please give it to me!” “How much do you need it?” he draws this out. He slips one finger into me and I moan. He slowly moves it and I try to make him go faster, thrusting my hips to meet his hand. His other arm pins me down, restraining my movements. “How much do you need it?” he repeats, sliding a second finger in. “VERY!” I cry out. A third finger enters and he starts to move them faster. “Tell me how you want me to give it,” he growls. “GIVE IT TO ME ROUGH!” I holler.