⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

"You're going to destroy me," he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. "You're going to like it," you whisper back, right against his lips. ★Enemies to Lovers★Potions class rivals★jealous!Tom★

Anakin Skywalker x Reader The Council has long believed since Anakin Skywalker arrived at the Jedi Temple that he is the Chosen One. And from what they know of the prophecy, they have no reason to believe otherwise. Y/N is just a regular padawan training to be a Jedi Knight, but is she really? Anakin and Y/N are always paired together on missions and they hate it. They blame the Council, but in truth their pairing might just be the will of the Force. Enemies to lovers; enemies with benefits. **CONTENT WARNING - CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND THEMES, AS WELL AS SEXUAL CONTENT. ***George Lucas created and owns all characters and sets in the Star Wars Franchise. Many plot lines are his own, with some individual twists and turns. Highest rankings: #1 in starwars #1 in anakin #1 in anakinskywalker #1 in anakinskywalkerxreader #1 in anakinxreader #1 in skywalker #1 in ROTS #1 in AOTC #1 in thechosenone #1 in padmeamidala #1 in theclonewars #1 in obiwankenobi

A ritual gone wrong. A town freak turned rockstar. A vengeful monster. What more could you ask for from a date? ( An Eddie Munson fic based on Jennifer's Body. Heavy TW because of this, see below. No minors, marked mature for a reason. TW: Gore, heavy smut, death, ritual sacrifice, abuse against reader, cannibalism, Fem!Reader. I was feeling inspired and couldn't stop thinking about this idea. Was going to be a one-shot but I think rockstar Eddie deserves full justice. Also Jennifer's Body? Underrated and underappreciated tbh. )

When the world ends, Rosie Grimes is thrown into survival alongside Shane Walsh, her father's best friend, a former police officer, and the man who has been in her life since she was a kid. In the middle of blood, grief, and the collapse of everything they knew, their bond begins shifting into something neither of them should want, and neither of them can stop. 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡

Your talent in English literature hasn't gone unnoticed by your professor, Kylo Ren, but you lack the focus and application to meet your full potential. Perhaps he can urge you to give in to that potential. And to him. But the more you learn about Kylo Ren, the more you realize you can use his own tactics as a professor to help unravel the past that he refuses to face. Or, you're infatuated with your dark and brooding English professor, Kylo Ren, who, to your surprise, returns the sentiment. This is a LONG-FORM, SLOW-BURN (emotionally, not sexually) work. Please take note of that if that's not your cup of tea! That's just my style of writing, and reading for that matter, which is okay. And if that's not your cup of tea, that's okay too! Originally posted to ao3, expanded to wattpad so it can be accessibly to anyone who may want to read it, but on a different platform. This story is 18+. Periodt. Please consider the following warnings/tags. Also, a disclaimer, this story can be fairly dark. Please remember the importance of clear consent and communications if your everyday lives. -light bdsm, -slapping, -choking, -rough sex, -freudian elements, -sub/dom, -dirty talk, -over-stimulation, -so on and so forth. Additionally, there are themes of family illnesses (cancer/heart conditions/death), absent parents, dysfunctional families. Please be careful or opt out if these themes, or the above tags, are triggering or are harmful for your mental health in any way, as most or all of them are prevalent and recurring throughout the entire work. Your well-being is way more important than any fanfic.