"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 „𝗐𝖾ʼ𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎ʼ𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾ʼ𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋" 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

❝ 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘌. ❞ stranger things. post season-three. steve harrington x m!oc. written by chayse.

jesenia hates vinnie, and vinnie will do anything to get her to like him a vinnie hacker fic published: september 18th 2020 finished: tba ranks #1 in fanfiction (7/30/21) #1 in vinniehacker (4/30/21) #1 hypehouse (6/13/21)

tacenda pronunciation | ta - 'chen - da (noun.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. their relationship was tacenda, brushed over with a 'we're just friends' - in which two pogues sit a little too close, laugh a little too loud and love each other a little too much to ever be just friends. - JJ x OC Outer Banks All rights go to Netflix & OBX.

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❝ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 they broke up months ago and feelings start to appear again ❞ vinnie x oc!