just smut. pure plain indescribable smut i hope u enjoy

Fictions I make about Dream/Weirdcore <3 TW: Derealization, Traumacore

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH" It was that laugh, his sweet laugh made me fall in love with him." In this fairy tale, you encounter Annoying Orange at one of his movie trailer reviews. You were in the front room, not being seen by the camera.

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"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

I'm sorry

Mature novel 18+ | Boy loves girl or boy loves boy? Deadbeat millennial Inho Kim just wanted to surprise his long-distance girlfriend. So, why the hell is he standing in Vancouver rain with nothing but a boner and her handsome boss' business card? A Queer Adult Romance about the messy endings and messier beginnings of love. The process is simple: get hurt, cry, and Kiss It Better. Mature Romance with explicit sexual content 18+ Updates 3x week: Tuesdays/Thursdays/Saturdays

Colby hated one guy and one guy only. This guy stole his chance to become captain of the football team, mocks him in front of the team and -the cherry on top- slept with Colby's girlfriend. This guy was Ezra Dickinson. Colby swore that if he ever got the chance to get revenge on the guy he'd do it. So why did he get sent an anonymous photo of him making out with Ezra at a party? He decides to confront Ezra about the photo but his confrontation gets heated. Although, not in the way Colby was expecting. **Now publisher on Amazon and kindle under the same title and name!!** Cover by M_Rainberry

{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"

i made this at 1 am stop readibg tjis please, its so old I genuinely hate everyone who commented on this story, you are all so annoying and have the worst humor, I regret writing this. /srs