"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy." ⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻ I write about sex like I've lived it. Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up. In reality, I've never been the subject of such things. But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎. Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached. Professor Thorne. Brilliant, cold, unreadable. And now, watching me far too closely. I was just trying to survive college. He was supposed to stay a daydream. But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit. This isn't what I wanted. So why can't I stop wanting it? | •|⸻|•|⸻|• | Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background. Queue freshman year of College. Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better. But he doesn't. And worse? He wants Colby. And he's about to prove it.

She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

Alastor is going through his yearly rut and is dismayed to find he can't ignore it this year due to his responsibilities at the hotel. He decides to become a recluse for the week but .....what is that heavenly smell emanating from their star patron and why can't he get it out of his head?

"𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢~" In which, a silly little bunny demon works for an overlord. But, he's not the only one interested in her. And none of them are afraid of a little competition... Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop. I own none of the characters except Y/N :)

Twisted Bonds "Klaus, is there a reason you're still standing here, or is tormenting me just a hobby of yours?" "Torment is such a dramatic word, love. I simply enjoy good company when I find it." ... Madeline Gilbert, the oldest Gilbert sibling, left Mystic Falls the moment she discovered the supernatural truth hiding under its surface. But now she's back, and nothing is the same. Witches, werewolves, vampires, doppelgängers... and her place among them is far more complicated than she ever imagined. And then Klaus Mikaelson arrives in Mystic Falls. He comes for the doppelgänger. But he finds her. The girl who has been haunting him for a thousand years. Klaus wants to break that curse and kill her. But the curse is not what he thinks it is. As their paths collide and their lives become irrevocably intertwined, enemies rise, alliances shift, and the truth behind their bond begins to unravel. What was meant to be a punishment becomes something far more dangerous, something that neither of them can control. Madeline never asked to be part of Klaus's fate. Klaus never intended to care whether she survived it. But then, piece by piece, they begin to shatter each other's walls, challenging everything they believed about destiny, power, and the darkness that follows them both. But destiny doesn't care what they intend and the bond between them was never simple, never gentle, never safe. It was twisted from the very beginning... And it may be the very thing that saves them, or the reason they fall. ---- book one of the 'Twisted Series' ---- Season two - four ---- Ongoing

*A Zombie Apocalypse romance story* *Updated every two/three weeks on Wednesday* The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper. It ended with screams. God, I'd never forget the screams. They'd haunt me until I undoubtedly fell victim to the same fate, which realistically would have been sooner rather than later - if it hadn't been for him. Eric's world had ended 18 years prior. He mainly ran on fumes, doing jobs that would put him away for life if he got caught. It didn't matter to him; he had nothing to live for. Until The Dead rose and he met her. He knew he had a higher survival rate than most people, and he planned on using those skills to keep them from dying along with the rest of the planet.