𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 | 𝐰𝐥𝐰 The right amount of alcohol can reveal the right amount of secrets. And the right amount of secrets, could possibly get you where you need to be... • • • • • 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - BDSM/Other Kinks - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Mentions/Talks About Suicide - Other Possible Triggering Content

pistanthrophia → a phobia of getting hurt by someone in a romantic relationship.

Conway is a "nonchalant" or "lazy" person as you call it. Sometimes even "emotion-less", or she moved on too quickly for other's liking. She irritated the people around her with her attitude, causing her to be a loner in college. This girl really didn't have any actual problems though, she just didn't take anything serious. That's just how she was. Taking nothing personal-that was her peaceful way of getting through the rest of college, even life. Waverly on the other hand is the complete opposite. She most emotional person you would ever meet. Every little thing mattered to her, and with her having social anxiety it makes things no better. Even coming down to just a curious look, Waverly thinks that people are thinking the absolute worst. What happens when the two run into each other in class? Will they eventually cancel each other out during their growing friendship, or become the next Yin and Yang? A short n' sweet slowburn.

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰"

"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝟒 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

"You're my favorite, you know that?" "Yes, baby. I know." A librarian and a top notch Lawyer cross paths one day at a party. What happens when opposites attract? 18 plus.

"There's a quote by Mahmoud Darwish that plays in my mind every time I think of you." "What is it?" "And if the devil was to ever see you..he would kiss your eyes..and repent." THIS IS AN INTERSEX ROMANCE BETWEEN A 42 YEAR OLD WOMAN AND A 31 YEAR OLD INTERSEX PERSON WHO IDENTIFIES AS HE/HIM THEY/THEM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ. 18+ intersex

Onika's a perfectionist. Beyoncé's far from her idea of perfection. But the blonde somehow manages to make the ice queen melt.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED