[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Harley has messed up one too many times and her foster parents have sent her to a behavioural correction school. If she messes up again, she goes straight to juvenile detention. AU - BTS with tattoos ;D -will contain a lot of swearing, some smut and some violence- HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 btsjhope #6 btsarmy #1 junghoseok #1 kimnamjoon

After spending 3 years unable to leave her house, Hana decides to ask for help by summoning the spirits of her family. However, she summons something she didn't expect. Cover by chimchimicorn HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Satan #1 btsjin #1 btsjhope #1 junghoseok #3 btssuga #1 minyoongi #6 btsfanfic #8 bts #115 fanfiction

A fiction of Megan X Stuart (Min Yoongi) The story of a woman who lived in the midst of the world of war. To defend her country and proof of her love for her husband, she dared to lead the Wales troops to fight the French troops. Story by AyuArdhini Design by AyuArdhini Pict cr. by Maia Morgenstern, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Logan Lerman, Pierre Boulange, Emma Watson Mature Content DO NOT PLAGIATRISM!!

"H-Hi." "Who are you?" the little boy questioned. "I'm," Hoseok struggled, "I uh, I'm your A-Appa..." - Watching the little boy drifting off to sleep, your eyes slowly darted over all of his face. His slightly puffy cheeks being the most adorable things ever. Petting at his hair, when his breathing evened, you tried not to think of the similarities between the boy and his father. ...the father that abandoned the both of you when he promised he'd stay. The popular dancer and BTS Member, Jung Hoseok. He's the father. - 1/4 - first book of the four; "Hyung-line series."