'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

Danielle Wilson is an 18 year old student starting her senior year in high school, what happens when she meets her new AP English and History teacher? Danielle has a tough home life, she knows she wants to get into Harvard and she knows what needs to be done for that, she doesn't date, or party much, she never even had her first kiss. Valentina is cold hearted but for a reason, she doesn't really care about people or love, teaching is only really a hobby for her beside running her empire. What happens when the opposites meet? TW: this story contains - smut - violance - abuse - traumatic past

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson!!! This fic is based off of Stranger Things but it doesn't follow the storyline of the show! It has different concepts and different plans to how things go. Some things are the same, some things are different. Everyone is the ages that they are in Season Four, for clarity. Here's a preview :) "Can I?" Steve asked, he didn't want to invade Eddie's personal space or make him uncomfortable like Dustin did earlier. To Steve's surprise, Eddie nodded. That was all it took for Steve to wrap his arms around Eddie's waist and hold him. For some reason, some really fucking strange reason, Eddie had sparks in his heart. If you read this, I hope you enjoy! TWS: Homophobia, Self Harm, Parental Abandonment, Near Death, Injury, Very Mild Smut

Nina is the most popular girl in school. Everyone thinks she has a perfect life, but she doesn't. Her mother died at a very young age, and she lives with her abusive father. She's never really felt what it's like to love, or to be loved, but that all changes the day she meets Taylor.

Steve Harrington was every girl's dream guy once upon a time, but with hidden anxiety and self-esteem issues, and a deep secret, Steve finds himself struggling with himself and can't help but take a liking to a particular metalhead. Will Eddie Munson share this deep attraction or will Steve be left once more with a broken heart and bruised ego? *Steddie Story minus all the upside-down crap* *Smut warning! 18+, strong suggestive language and thoughts of self hate as well as some descriptions of self harm* #1 in EddiemunsonxSteveHarrington (9/12/23)

"Did I just see you kiss Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked, eyes wide. "Of course not, are you insane!? I was whispering to him how much I hate him..." Harry responded. "Is that Malfoy's quidditch jersey?" Hermione questioned. Harry rolled his eyes. "I lost a bet."

Absolutamente ninguém parecia estar curioso para saber porque diabos Draco Malfoy era um dos reféns na prova do Lago Negro, e o mais importante: Quem iria salvá-lo.

Todo e qualquer homem nos sete mares tinha medo das fabulosas e misteriosas sereias. Mas é claro que para toda regra havia uma exceção, e Harry James Potter era uma delas.

Não Draco. Nem Harry. Nos tornamos a perfeita união de dois inteiros. Éramos Drarry.