When he was three, he was the light of his family - adored by his mother and five older brothers. But a bitter divorce tore the family apart, leaving him in the custody of his cold, abusive father while the rest moved on without him. Now sixteen, he's a shattered soul hiding behind empty ocean eyes, carrying scars no one sees. But when his father suddenly dies, he's sent back to the family he barely remembers. As his mother and brothers welcome him with open arms, they begin to uncover the heartbreaking truth he's buried deep inside. Will their love be enough to save him - or has the damage already gone too deep?

on the surface, sabrina carpenter is everything she's supposed to be: polished, perfect, straight. but when a single look from billie eilish makes something shift, the cracks in her carefully crafted image start to show. billie, who has always known exactly who she is, recognizes that look instantly. she knows what it means. and she's curious. the air between them is warm at first - just a flicker, a glance, a harmless pull. but heat rises. and once it starts, it's impossible to ignore.

When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers. Or When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat social media & irl (Updates every day or every other day)

Completed :) '"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. "Hold it like this." She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim. "Shoot." I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre. "Try again." I aimed a bit better and shot again. This time I hit it perfectly. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear.' GxG Smut warning 18+ TW blood, violence

{Edited 7\1\23} She leaned closer to me and her lips landed on my own. I moan at the euphoric sensation. I absolutely love it. We pull away from one another, breathlessly. "You should go build your stuff..." She says, breathless. I nod and swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth from the anxiety. "Y-yeah..." ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~ Quinn Garcia. Freshly out of high school, and off to the academy to special girls. Her mother died when she was 3, and her father despised her since then. Abusing her for having an extra organ. When she got to the academy, she was already depressed and self-conscious about her additional member. She hated it. She hated how she was born different. Can the girls help her heal? ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

In the distant future there are two powers that control Merridian city. The first: A dictatorship known as the Silver Sun, whose militant soldiers enforce the law. The second: A crime lord known as Scorpion. She controls the entire black market, faction gangs, and every other killer for hire in the city. They are Division 52. When sudden and lethal attacks with Silver Sun marks start littering around the upper class sectors action must be taken swiftly. The chaos quickly climbs on both sides and tensions within sectors reaches its boiling point. But the game all changes when Scorpion discovers that the Emperor of the Silver Sun has a daughter. This girl is impulsive and illusive. Nothing of the pampered royalty that was first suspected. With different agendas and impossible backgrounds, the pair are quickly caught between wanting to kill one another and build something much more in the farthest depths of Merridian...

Honeyville is a small town, where everyone knows everyone. Dakota and Mia are born at the opposite sides of the tracks. Mia lives in the Northside, the neighborhood of the rich, elite class, while Dakota lives on the Southside of the town, where the houses are shabby and plots are filled with trailers. Both of their lives are so different even though they live so close, but once they start to attend the same high school some of the lines created by society start to become blurred. Mia's father is a cop, while Dakota's is in jail for a long time. Honeyville is a small town, where everyone has secrets. Something about each other draws them together. But will their differences get in the way?

Rated 18+ for lesbian sex scenes and crude language. Paris Carter has been bullied for her size and out of place because she was taller than most boys. However, she was untouchable considering the fact that she was Bleu Ivy's best friend. That's the only reason people even knew her name. Stunning, popular, and rich, Bleu Ivy (NOT Beyoncé and Jay's daughter) had it all. She protected her best friend, had a supportive group of friends, excelled in school, and had her future all planned out. Everything was fine. Wrong. Paris disappeared without a trace for one exact year. And she came back...Different. A lot of changes can happen in a year. From besties to ex-best friends, from an ordinary girl to a princess of her own country, from platonic love to lust: Bleu's senior year isn't as ordinary as she expected. "You're a WHAT?!" "A princess."

''𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨𝙨'' 𝙞 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 ''𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙙𝙤'' 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 Jenna Ortega (G!P) x fem reader