various of Minecraft youtubers in smuts!

a series of smutty stories in the two lovers life ;) enjoy!

When college senior Mitchell steps in for his sick roommate to interview prominent businessman Jerme acceti for their campus paper, little does he realize the path he life will take. Jerome, as enigmatic as he is rich and powerful, finds himself strangely drawn to Mitch, and he to him. Though sexually inexperienced, Mitch plunges headlong into an affair -- and learns that Jerome's true sexual proclivities push the boundaries of pain and pleasure. (Cover drawn by me) Why am I writing this? Oh, well, here you guys go!

Oh yeah. I'm doing this. Welcome to my hell hole of smut. Where I regret nothing- and you should regret reading this. It'll be mostly (Porbably only) Merome.. and the thing about this- Unlike how I did it on IG; I'm going all the way. *Cue some really innuendo wink or some shit* K bai.

Kidnaped, tested on, and thrown into a dungeon to rot, a fifteen year old Mitchell Hughes must try to escape Herobrine, The devil himself. He has been capturing kids between the ages of ten and eighteen to experiment on them for many years now, searching for the perfect soldier. Alone and afraid, Mitch sits in the corner of his cell, thinking of home. Will he ever escape? A quick thanks to the fantastic @Falloutfandoms for making the cover and @fangirler816 for helping me write this!

A little fluffy Merome oneshot based off Imagine Dragons 'Monster' where Jerome thinks he is a monster and Mitch doesn't believe him.

A boy named Mitch moves to a new town, he's hoping he can at least make a few friends, and hide his abnormalness, but what he finds at this new town, is much more than that, and it will change his life forever.

Jerome is straight. Mitch knows it's hopeless, yet he still tries... But is there a way to make Jerome fall in love with him?

I was always that kid you'd see at the back of the classroom, hidden away from all of the threats that lurked behind their desks. Nobody gave a damn about me; they didn't bother questioning the bruises that painted my body, the occassional busted lip or black eye. Not until......he came along.