A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't. ••• Completed • First Draft - Edited. Watty2025 winner #1 in #Romance #1 in #Brotherbestfriend #2 in #bestfriendsbrother #2 in #icehockey

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐲." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

"What's between us, Rozanov?" Shane hears the breathy chuckle again. "Well, that is, most of the time there is nothing - except for the empty porn chatting. But now we're standing here together." "And then what?.." Or a little piece of Hollanov's tough conversation.

Louis could feel Harry behind him, the hot breath on his neck and the soft hands upon his waist. "You know I do more than tutor, don't you?" Harry whispered softly in his ear. The butterflies in Louis' stomach erupted, but before he could say anything, Harry had him pinned against the wall. Louis smiled when Harry kissed him, and wrapped his hand around the back of Harry's beautiful curls, pulling him in tighter. This felt right. Perfect, in fact. But no one could know... No one could ever know. * * * * * * * * * * * * Louis is the high school jock and the most popular kid in school with a big secret - he's gay. Despite his popularity, Louis feels empty inside. Loneliness consumes him, and Harry - his tutor that he's liked since day one- is the only thing that'll fill that void. Harry is a humble soft boy who knows more about romance than he let on. He tutors Louis multiple times a week and starts out blissfully unaware of Louis' feelings for him. However, he quickly develops feelings of his own and has a hard time hiding them from Louis. As their feelings for one another turn from a spark of interest into a flaming fire of passionate love, it becomes a constant struggle to keep their romance a secret. * * * * * * * * * * * * [Complete] First started: Nov. 5, 2020 First 1,000 reads: Nov. 6, 2020 First 10,000 reads: Nov. 11, 2020 First 50,000 reads: Dec. 5, 2020 Top Ranks: #1 in stylinson #4 in louistomlinson #1 in niallhoran #1 in larrystylinson #1 in louisandharry #1 in 1Dlove #2 in louis

Harry and Louis had been fighting non stop for the last three years. The boys are fed up with it and come up with a plan, especially after Niall convinces Zayn and Liam that their angry bandmates in fact are hiding their love for each other. So they force them to stay in a small cabin just the two of them for 30 days, with the threath that there won't be an One Direction anymore if they don't get their shit together. What will happen during these 30 days? Some smut, mostly fluff. Purely fictional.

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

LARRY STYLINSON AU "Fuck, do that again." "I thought you were straight?" Louis teased, slowing down a touch. "I'm whatever you want, just keep doing that with your hips." "Okay, daddy." "Love the sounds you make, proper pornstar." "Well, I am." OR Louis is a professional pornstar, and Harry is a straight manwhore. Word Count: 85,087

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐨𝟑 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬😈🥵 ⚠️𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚⚠️

"Louis booked a flight to Berlin to fuck Harry Styles. He should've booked an exorcist instead." After six months of radio silence and fifteen years into a beautifully toxic situationship neither of them will ever admit to, Louis Tomlinson wakes up in Los Angeles alone, to a sunrise, a half-smoked joint, and a text from Harry Styles that simply reads: "i want you to get me pregnant." His relationship with Zara just went public. She's all sunshine, green smoothies, and Instagram-ready happiness-everything Louis should want, and nothing that makes his hands shake. So, his life, on paper, should be content. Instead? He books a last-minute flight to Berlin, cancels his studio day, and lets himself fall headfirst into the kind of chaos he swore he'd grown out of. What follows: a private fetish club with chandeliers and chapels, MDMA delivered mouth-to-mouth, angel wings stolen off a stranger, and enough sin to make a priest cry. Somewhere between lace panties, pierced cocks, and a dungeon full of bad decisions, Louis realizes two very inconvenient truths: 1. He would do anything Harry asked him to. 2. Harry might've actually gotten himself pregnant. (Not really. Probably. Maybe.) In the end, they're wrecked, high, and tangled together-again. Because this is who they are: saints, sinners, and something far worse in between. Warnings: Toxic codependency, at least three separate existential crises, lace panties, molly-fueled mistakes, pierced cock emergencies, religious imagery used very incorrectly, and Harry Styles riding Louis Tomlinson straight into blasphemy. It's chaotic, unhinged, stupidly sweet in all the wrong places, and cruel enough to make you wonder why you ever started reading in the first place.

Harry and Louis meet each other on a night out. A steamy night happened. And after that? Will they keep in touch? Will love blossom? Or will hate win this round?