a short story; imagine/smut about coming home to Ashton after having a bad day and him making it aaaaaaaaall better ;) written for all.the.mistakes.I.made on IG girl thank you so much for being patient-- I know you know, but it was worth the wait. I'll never let you down <3

He was completely normal in my eyes until now, what happened? Started: 23 of August 2017 Finished: 12 of September 2017

Two rules that are never broken: 1. Drunken mistakes have lasting consequences 2. New Year's resolutions never go as planned But is it a good thing or a bad thing when life throws in the plot twists? Calum and CiCi are about to find out... *** Calum Hood Fanfiction *rated M for language, some blood and graphic descriptions of harm, and sexual content*

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 "cause i can't keep sleeping in your bed, if you keep messing with my head. before i slip under your sheets, can you give me something, please? i can't keeping touching you like this, if it's just temporary bliss. just temporary bliss.". - the cab x temporary bliss. all they wanted was to feel loved; even if it was to keep going back and forth with no strings attached. - short story // lowercase not intended. tropical productions | 2018

Two strangers. One apartment. (Calum Hood) ©shxthood2014✌️ UNEDITED

Daddy smut ;) x Harry Styles

"Don't start something you won't be able to finish," I threatened. "You're no fun," she pouted, "I want this and you're ruining my moment." *** Zayn, infuriated by his past, meets the alluring Sierra. Sierra, tainted by the memory of her ex lover, meets the riddled Zayn. Can they keep each other tamed or will their differences set them apart? A one night stand. Nothing good comes out of that. Right? *** Rankings: #1 in #zaynmaliklovestory (15/04/21) #1 in #zaynfanfic (08/10/22)

Sometimes love can get tainted, it just happens out of nowhere... (completed) warning: typos galore! Unedited. - HIGHEST RANKINGS! Zayn #1 Selena #2 Zayn #5 Mafia #15 Possessive #26 Selena #10

"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.