*Started May 2021* *Completed 6.27.22* *Currently being edited* When Scarlett Nelson applied to Clarkson University, her dad, and Clarkson's head hockey coach, gave her two rules: -get good grades -stay away from his hockey players Easier said than done when already on night #1, Scarlett finds herself in the bed of Noah Hale, the captain of the hockey team. Read along as these two go from strangers, to friends, and then trying to be more. But will her dad and the stresses of being a college athlete get in the way? *All photos, including the cover/title picture do not belong to me and I do not claim credit for the photography or rights* Top Rankings: #1 in #collegesports #2 in #hockeyromance #4 in #mature #3 in #sports #5 in #youngadult #6 in #hockey #82 in #romance #23 in #college #8 in #forbiddenlove #7 in #bravetogether

"Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles - it's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection - sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right?

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

"𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆- "𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶." "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.." 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. "𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱"- 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻-"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀." 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.

The story follows our main character Eliza Crimson who is fixated with a love for the stars and a student at university studying to become an astrophysicist, not knowing that the God of Mischief, Loki, has been watching her. What do you do if you fall in love with a god? Especially one with such dark tendencies and one who would burn an entire realm just to be by your side... *** ✶ Contains hot Loki content, be warned! ✶ OST: To The Wilder - Woodkid. ✶ Some chapters will contain descriptive sexual content only meant for mature audiences of 18+. ✶ Chapters are on average between 1000 - 2000 words each. ⭐ Please consider giving my chapters favourites! *** The timeline of this story is an alternate one and nothing to do with the main timeline/timelines involved in Marvel productions. The character of Loki Laufeyson belongs to Marvel.

"There is no going back darling" he said while coming towards her until her back touches the cold wall. She didn't show any emotions except little fear in eyes which were giving mixed feelings. _______________________________ she was scared to fall in love, she didn't want to get married but her fate was written by someone else who changed everything for her. _______________________________ Will she be able to love again?? After a betrayal of past love!! Will he be able to make her fall for him?? _______________________________ He changed his religion just for her 🤍 copyright ©️ Dark Romance

Eight years, Myra. Eight damn years, and not a single word."Aarav said She smirks, arms crossed. "I didn't know I owed you an explanation, Mr. Singhania." His jaw tightens, eyes dark with something between fury and something far more dangerous. "You owe me a lot more than that." She steps closer, voice laced with ice. "All I owe you, Aarav, is the downfall you never saw coming." He chuckles, low and menacing. "Careful, sweetheart. You're standing in the way of something far bigger than your ego." She tilts her head, mocking. "And you're still as arrogant as ever. But let me make one thing clear-this time, I'm not the one who'll lose." His gaze burns into hers. "Oh, Myra..." (he leans in, whispering) "You were already mine the moment you stepped back into my world. And this time, I'm not letting you go." He wants revenge. She wants power. But fate has other plans. Is it still a game if neither of them wants to lose? She was his love. Now, she's his enemy. But can she ever escape being his? He thought he was over her. Until she walked back into his life

Loki x reader (18+). Smut, violence, mature language, slow burn. What if Loki had succeeded when trying to kill Thanos on the ship? Well in Y/N's universe, that's exactly what happened. ~"You have to realise, I hate everyone. You aren't special, 'God of Mischief'," you scoff and leave the bar, drink in hand.~ You're a more recent member of the Avengers, you didn't even want to join the team. You much prefer to spectate, view from afar. Until you were seen on the news fighting thirty people at once, so now you live in the tower.