[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

"ι wanт тo ѕтaв yoυ, ι wanт yoυ тo вe υnder мe мoanιng and ѕcreaмιng мy naмe, ι ғυcĸιng wanт yoυ вeggιng мe тo ѕтop тorтυrιng yoυ," "тнen ғυcĸ мe, тoм,"

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader Status: Completed Total word count: 45k Synopsis: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

I watched her carry her large textbooks to her car and drive off, having no recollection of her neighbor watching her, everyday at exactly 8pm. I awaited for her return, I dreaded seeing her go. I wanted her all to myself. She was my little girl. Only mine. No one else's. The year she started college, she began wearing darker colored clothing, she stopped smiling, I would catch her sniffling before exiting her car and meeting her parents whenever she came to see them. She began ignoring her friends, she stopped going to the library, and at times she would sit in the car for hours just staring at the steering wheel. What was she doing? What was she thinking about? ........................................................................ A story about a 32 year old lawyer who's past soon comes to haunt him, and his overt infatuation with an 18 year old soon becomes deadly. ........................................................................ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁

"So we're not going to fuck?" He asked. I turned around to stare at him and shook my head. "No we are not going to fuck." I stated, closed my door with a bang and locked it . I heard his boastful chuckles and shook my head in amusement. This guy seriously won't give up. "You will fall for me sooner or later bellissima!" His voice spoke through the closed door. "Don't count on it!" I retorted back and fall on my bed with a soft groan. ________________________ Ryn Waters and Ace Reed are sworn enemies. With Ace being the son of the Italian Mafia leader and Ryn being a cop it was bound for them to despise eachother. But then something unexpected happens making Ace turn against his father only for him to turn to Ryn for help. It was only inevitable that she jumped at the opportunity to take down the leader of the mafia, the man who she watched murder her parents in front of her. *𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚* #1 newadult #1 true #1 badboy #1 loveatfirstsight #1 hatetolove #1 humor #1 tattoos #1 first #1 rising #1 enemiestolovers #3 possessive