It's you, May. You're what I want forever. [COMPLETE] achievements: #1 in fanfiction

Someone should have told Ivy that playing with fire is dangerous; that she could get burnt.

Her lips were delicate and virtous, yet so nefarious, drawing him deeper into what he had already fell into. Her innocence was like an intoxicating drug to him, wanting nothing more but to feel the high of it all. His sinful ways were an addiction to her, wanting him to corrupt her ethical mind and send her into euphoria. Two divergent minds, had somehow integrated into a deviant and such a demurring narcotisation. [highest ranking - #46 in fanfiction]

"Father forgive me for I have sinned" "I think you mean daddy" ~~~~~~~~~~ MATURE

"can you just fuck her somewhere else?" [completed but shitty]

Mature | 18+ ❝𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.❞ a harry styles one shots book. read at your own risk.

In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction

I didn't like being rough with her, but this had to stop. I didn't hurt her, but I wasn't gentle. "Harry, let go of me", she whimpered. "Not a chance in hell", I yelled, making her jump. AUTHOR'S NOTE: THERE WILL BE VERY GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC ABUSE AND ADULT LANGUAGE. You've been warned!!!!!

As I was beginning to leave his class, Mr Greyson put his hand on my lower back and the other on my arm, pulling me toward him. "You need to stop," Mr G said. "Stop what?" I was confused at this point. He was being strange. Very strange. "Stop staring at me the way you do. It makes me wanna do this-" Both of his hands were holding my face as he gently kissed my lips. Strangely, I didn't want to pull away. It felt good. It felt like something I've needed and haven't had.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.