[Completed] "I swear I'm not into you, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend every Monday?" Because meeting at a coffee shop isn't cliché and fake dating usually leads to feelings and Monday mornings don't have to be the worst. The Monday Morning Theory: another essentially plotless compilation of conversations and text messages between two girls who just want to get through life amidst creeping exes, college, and a love-hate relationship. (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)

Warning: Will contain some graphic content, such as sex scenes. Frankie is pessimistic, surly, and super fucking gay. Rowan, her camp counselor, is happy-go-lucky, spirited, and totally smoking hot. Can these two opposites really stand ten minutes in the same room together without ripping each other apart-- or, better yet-- ripping each others clothes off?

"Forgive me Lord for I had sex with Lucifer's daughter" It's Hell on Earth when the Dark Lord's daughter starts Highschool and she's nothing you'd expect *Warning. Sexual content* ------------------------------------------------- [Highest Rankings] #1- Lesbian #1- Lucifer #1- Lesbian Fantasy #1- girlxgirl #1- Wattpad Pride #1- Trending #1- gxg

"Stop, Megan!" I heard Skye call after me. I could hear the desperation that laced her voice. But I couldn't bring myself to turn back. How had I let myself get into this? How did I let myself fall in love with my best friends sister? This was all kinds of fucked up. "I said stop!" She raised her voice, pulling on my arm slightly. I could feel the similar sparks and tingles, but given the situation, I denied myself the pleasure of succumbing to the pleasure of it. "Turn around....look me in the eye, and you tell me yourself, you don't love me." "I can't." I said softly. Finally allowing myself to look up into her bright green eyes. "I.....can't." "That's what I thought." Was all I heard before she slammed her lips onto mine. And in this moment, it was as if nothing else mattered.

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

Korrasami and SMUT

"Dumbass" "Blind bitch" "Shut up and kiss me"