Markiplier Hot Novels & Stories

Be ready. Breathless, I drop the phone. It clatters on the tile. I lean against the sink, legs trembling. Fear. Cold, sharp. But something else, too. An immediate, guilty excitement that ignites my entire being. My sex throbs, remembering. My mark seems to burn more intensely, as if awakened by his message. Next time. Further. Deeper.

Not that Rayan thought Scott was unattractive, but still, the more you know about what you're getting into. There wasn't much there. A few pictures, some articles about birth control and fertility, a few video game memes, and... okay, this definitely qualifies as hot... It was a picture from Christmas with the caption: "My folks know me so well! Check out my new Minecraft pants!" And under that, there he was, in a pair of pajama bottoms printed all over with pixelated dynamite, dopey grin on his face... without a shirt, flexing. It was dorky, and adorable, and, and... Damn. Ripped wasn't the right word, but "solid" fit pretty well. Rayan knew Scott didn't have more than an inch or two on him

Dad is roaring with laughter. “I love that,” Dad holds his side as he laughs. “That is brilliant.” Everyone is staring at their Alpha. “Who the hell is Patrick Swayze?” I ask Mark in a low mumble. “No fucking clue,” Mark answers in a whisper, but takes out his phone and does a quick g****e search. “Whoa.” “You are hotter than him,” I say. “Not by much,” Mark shakes his head. “I seem to lose the hottest contest wherever I go.”

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

He’s so damn kissable. He smirks. “You want it again, nympho?” His hand holds me down and I laugh as I try to escape his claws. I stand and my eyes drop to the lipstick marks that I have left on his body. “Just marking what’s mine.” I smirk. He glances in the mirror at himself and then lifts his arms and turns to look at the lip marks I have left. He smiles sexily and throws me a wink. “What?” I smirk. “Let’s go. I got an idea.”

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"Wait a minute. Isn't that The Cup? The one the Cajun Rage won this year?" She swallowed. "I, uh, guess so." His eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline. "You guess so? Liz, if you know someone who plays for the Rage you'd better get me his autograph. I am a huge fan." She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?" "Yeah. I lived in New Orleans when they got the franchise so I have a special feeling for the Rage." He looked at the piece of metal statuary again and snapped his fingers. "Wait. Matt Vorchak plays for the Rage, right?"

He jerked his chin toward the far corner of the room. I followed his gaze to Daisy who was taking selfies with two friends, dress slit high enough to show her ass. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Chuck asked, his tone dripping with admiration. If ‘gorgeous’ meant caked-on makeup and legs on display for half the city, then sure. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman,” he continued, eyes locked on her. “Pretty. Hot. Fucks better than Mia Khalifa. A great cook too. She’s just… perfect.”