𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧. "what do you wanna learn baby?" ✧*̥₊˚ in which an innocent brunette is taught the ways of sexual intercourse from an experienced fake blonde. what happens when the two start to catch actual feelings? ✧*̥₊˚ © -herronscutie

boyxboy imagines

A collection of short Drarry, Scorbus and Wolfstar one shots

I write different little one shots of nothing but Septiplier smuts. I take suggestions and I let others write chapters for it. I don't update frequently, but I try my best.

Smut - a story, usually a book or a fanfiction, that includes one or more sexually explicit scenes And that's what this book is, specifically about Why Don't We with an occasional preference:) Daniel James Seavey • 19 years old Jack Robert Avery • 18 years old Jonah Marais Roth Frantzich • 19 years old Corbyn Matthew Besson • 19 years old Zachary Dean Herron • 16 years old Requests Open:)

This book is a compilation of different stories with some containing multiple parts to it. Homophobic people should totally stay away from this and this is a no judgment zone. This book contains mpreg and may or may not contain unusual kinks so be warned that it may trigger some of you.

"Lips like honey, skin like sugar." #Watty's 2018 --- *Some are mature for young readers! *Requests are open! *Imagines and short stories are all from my imagination unless stated otherwise! Started: July, 2016 Finished:

For shop girl Evin, alchemy is an understood part of life. She learned how to brew superior potions at a young age and can't imagine her life without the use of Alertness, For General Pain, and Menstrual Cramp Cure. Though already apprenticed to a local master alchemist, she can't help feeling that there might be more for her to achieve. In a different part of the continent, Master Bricot teaches alchemy at the University of Craestor and is working feverishly at his residency project--translating the sacred document The Facerum--when a student of his approaches him seeking help on an unprecedented issue. And south of Craestor in Daitak Capital, the Seat of the World, Emperor Regent Bryn Beynon can't stand potions or those who make and sell them, believing their use, especially martially, to be barbaric and cruel. His first act when coming of age will be to begin imposing legal strictures on the use and sale of such items. Out in the Wilds of Tief, Craix, who travels alone, has never been safe. Not since she was born. Forever trying to evade her pursuers, she travels across the country, constantly intercepting important messages. And over all people in the realm of Heladrith, a pantheon of powerful gods sits in judgement and benevolence, silent for centuries--but not for much longer. Potent is an original, third-person omniscient, past-tense, low fantasy tale with an ensemble cast of approximately eight characters of different genders, orientations, colors, and classes. --Seeking beta readers for this manuscript! Please comment and leave feedback!--

A classic 1940's style mystery... "Secretary Murders Widowed Mistress in Adelaide Love Nest!" Vivian Sherlock glanced from the screaming headline on her daily newspaper to the pale young man sitting on the other side of her desk. "Nigel is innocent!" insisted the young man.

Dear Reader, The following work was found sealed in the library of a castle, belonging to an ancient noble family, in the Champagne region to the east of Paris. The dates of the events contained within are attributed to sometime in the 18th century. It appears that any other record of the Marquis featured within, and the estate that he kept, have since been expunged from historical record. It is as if there was an omertà (conspiracy of silence) which sought to erase him entirely from collective memory - one that might have succeeded if not for the astonishing recovery of these letters. It has been my duty to act as caretaker to this work since I agreed to its restoration. I have found, regrettably, that my colleagues have failed to grasp the momentous importance of these letters and their wider significance. There is, I admit, some question of authenticity that requires consideration. For my part, I have forcible reasons to believe that these letters are genuine. I have submitted the work to a broader audience, however, for precisely this object; I have hope that, by breaking outside the narrow remit of literary academia, I may yet find a willing readership committed to studying these letters as seriously as I have. As the Judge might once have heard it, so the Reader shall hear it now. Unfortunately, I must also include a notice of warning: the letters of Charlotte B--- speak of diabolical horrors and the direst human cruelty. I believe that, were these letters recognised, they would take the place as the first of the modern écritures maudits (damned writings), above de Sade or Corbière. Hence, I recognise that such subject matter is certainly not for everyone. Should you decide to turn to more pleasant reading, I certainly could not blame you. The world can be a sombre and unforgiving place without having to reflect on its grimmest parts. The choice to continue, Reader, is entirely your own. Yours faithfully, Dr. Samuel J. Collins