LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

... 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 geto suguru x black fem reader ❝ 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞. ❞ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘚𝘰..𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦..? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘠/𝘯? © 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶

'𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨...' <They started as bestfriends and an inseparable duo in combat, but is that truly the extent of their relationship? Was it supposed to be that way?> *Disclaimer*- I do not own any of the Tokyo revengers characters full ownership goes to Ken Wakui...

𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬; the maddening inability to understand why someone loves you--that although you hear their words and feel their emotions, you think about who you are and can't fathom the thought that people love you unconditionally. As if you are a con artist, whose days are numbered. (hero!Y/N with the traitor trope)

(Adam Driver as your Best Friend's Dad AU) Your POV *** '-luscious black locks sweeping just above his shoulders (which are broad as fuck by the way) -dark warm eyes that I could drown in -defined nose of a Greek friggin GOD -pouty plump red lips that can be pulled into the CUTEST smile -groomed to perfection with and without facial hair -toned arms that flex with each move -rudely large hands that get thrown around when he talks -massive chest that rises and falls when he breathes -thick thighs that deadass save lives -And I know damn well he's gotta be packing *** The list repeated in your mind as you imagined him, your best friend's dad, on your way to her, your best friend... at their house.' - - - - - Author's Note: This is just a fun fic with some fluff, a little discourse and eventual smut. I don't claim to know Adam Driver at all, just a fan writing fiction. This is very much an 18+ so 👁👁 you've been warned. Hope you enjoy 💫

When Alice and her father face problems with Alice's step mother Alice's father sends Alice to live with his best friend where she falls madly in love too quickly. Much smut. Don't read if you get weirded out by age gaps in relationships.

he's the billionaire. she's the escort.

"You do, don't you? You hate me?" When I didn't answer he took another step closer, his chest hitting mine. "Oh, you don't? You want to hate me, but you can't." He smiled cockily, anger coursing through me. "Get out."

"i'm 17, i could go out with anyo-" "oh please, baby girl. you are mine - are, present fucking tense" WARNING: this book will contain intense sexual scenes. you have been warned.

"Princess?" "it's Ruby, actually."