[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

COMPLETED 10/27/2020 Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion, and an old friend reels her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu from her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to. Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug use. THERE IS A LOT OF HET SMUT IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DON'T READ IT. DISCLAIMER: ALL COMPANIES, PLACES, AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE REAL PERSON, COMPANY, OR PLACE. TPWK

(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.

"one look at the newest member of the boston bruins and i knew i was absolutely, totally, completely, and irrevocably... pucked." ☘︎☘︎☘︎ [completed; january 14, 2021]

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

Harry appears to be a nice boy. He comes from a good, wealthy family. He's been with his childhood sweetheart forever. He owns a flower shop. Arabella appears to be a bad girl. She throws loud and obnoxious parties. She screams the lyrics to angry songs at three in the morning. She owns a sex shop. When her sex shop moves in next-door to his flower shop, Harry is shocked to realize his new neighbor is a ghost from his past. Their unexpected feelings about their one-time encounter leave them both confused and drawn together, despite claiming to absolutely hate one another. To the naked eye, they seem to be locked in a hate-filled feud... but things are not always as they seem.

"Say one word and I will leave you alone from now on," he murmured, "I won't object." He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch unexpectedly soft on her skin. "But if you're interested, if you want to know more, say so." He let his finger travel down her cheek to her jaw, grazing her throat and leaving a burning trail on her body, and Cora parted her lips to breathe out a reply. "Please?" "Please what?" Harry asked, whispering into her ear, way closer to her than he'd ever been before. "Do you want me to take you to the deep end?" • • • When Cora meets Harry, the enigmatic owner of the Fair, she's thrown into a world of magic and mystery. Between royal intrigues, blooming wars and a whirlwind romance, she must find out who she truly is and where her loyalties lie - but she must be fast, because it won't be long before she'll be put to the test. Now she must ask herself, what is she willing to give up in order to follow the path before her? And is Harry truly the perfect man she's always believed him to be, or is there more to him than meets the eye? 29/11/21 #39 in harry 14/12/21 #118 in fiction

Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021