❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

Anastasia Vitalio. The Manipulator. Dante Rossi. The Killer. ... Anastasia: Some rise by sin, and some allow their sins to destroy them. In this world, I was the reckoning of those sinners and the salvation for their victims. My life danced on the fine line that divided the corrupted Upper East Side from the ordinary people of this world. Joining hands with the devils I knew was no more than a game of survival to me. Until Dante Rossi came along. Infamously known as one of the most ruthless killers and agents, Dante was a vicious man and a wicked genius. Someone lethal. He had the power to ruin someone at his will, and in this lifetime and every other, he chose me. He was the punishment for all my sins and the redemption for all my crimes. Bound together by the tangled threads of fate, I found flames ignited between us, set to burn us to the ground. Dante would either be my own reckoning or salvation. Perhaps, both. Every shade of all my sins so invitingly wrapped in one. Dante: Intelligence was the strongest weapon in a greedy world like ours. To control and survive in a ravenous city, I learned to make people bend at my will. The easiest way to have someone at your mercy was to find one single thing that could destroy their life. What I never expected was someone with the capability to destroy mine. That someone being Anastasia Cobalt Vitalio. Widely known as one of New York City's most fatal agents, Anastasia was a woman with an unbreakable mind and the allure of a temptress. With the power to make any man crumble at her feet, she was a woman anyone would worship at her command. She was never part of my plan, yet I found myself coming back to her each time I'd escape. She was the answer to all my prayers and the atonement for all my sins; the only one in this world who could make me kneel and repent. She was every shade of sin, all in one. TW: Violence & Murder

Rose Katrina Chen. The Diamond. Kai Warner. The Genius. ... Rose: They say power travels in bloodlines, handed out before birth, but I was born to a world of wicked games with an entire empire at my feet. In the heart of a city entangled in corruption, I was labeled the diamond of New York's elite. A diamond so sharp it could cut you, so lethal it could kill you, and yet so desired. My friends were chosen for me and my enemies, already made. The worst of them? Kai Warner. A sinful genius. A devilish mastermind. The dangers of a man like Kai were well known in our world, but no matter how many times I escaped him, a cruel twist of irony led me right back to him. For Kai was the fate I couldn't run from and the reckoning of all my violent sins. Kai: There is no greater genius without some touch of madness... and I was as mad as they came. A wicked genius. A mastermind. Born to a family of wealth and strategy, my enemies were chosen for me. In the underworld of a city steeped in secrets and vendettas, I thrived on control and manipulation. I was used to getting my way, and no one ever dared to challenge me. Except her. As gorgeous as a diamond, as lethal as poison. Rose Chen. Wielding power at her fingertips, she could make anyone bend at her will but her heart chose mine in every single lifetime. Ours was a tempting game of cat and mouse where she was my prey and my prize. She was the fate I couldn't escape and the addiction I couldn't give up. For she was the salvation of all my violent sins.

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years.

They didn't want to be virgins when they graduated. Two friends agree to let go of their innocence together, no strings attached. Life had other plans. |+18 content| BTS Fanfiction Awards 2020 longlist Highest Rankings 🥇 #1 jungkookxreader (10/2019) #1 jjk (10/2019) #1 maknae (11/2019) #8 coming of age (12/2019) #5 first-time (1/2020) #1 btsfanfic (3/2020) #1 kpopfanfic (5/2020)

"You're bad for me." "Oh baby, but that's what makes us so perfect." - A young lawyer falls for a criminal who just so happens to be a powerful kingpin.

"The world is ending in 7 days and I'm going to die beside the most dysfunctional idiot that has ever graced the face of this Earth." A smile tugs the corners of Taehyung's lips and she can see her own reflection in his eyes, glittering with the bright lights reflected from the street. It's funny how we only notice how beautiful the smallest details can be when we know it'll all fade away to dust soon. Taehyung's voice resonates in her ears, a deep humming interlacing it as he says, "We're all going to die." He says it like he's already resigned to his fate, to the fate of the world. It sounds like a death sentence until he raises both hands above his head and does a single loud clap. "But we're going down with a bang." Or: That one cliché au where world is ending; a lonely girl and a drunkard boy decide to clear up their mistakes and make their remaining days worthwhile. WRITTEN FOR AND DEDICATED TO @hoperadio, my best friend and soulmate. i'm happy she could read this before she passed. "I honestly do not even know what to say. You took my worst nightmare/fear and turned it into this beautiful thing. This was so hard to read but I'm glad I did." - athenalovesff "First time I'm actually crying reading a book. And believe me, it's difficult as hell to make me cry." - taehyungtastykookies [COMPLETED] © whippednation 2019

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.