"You're killing me Angel" and you don't even know the half of it. She straddles my lap, keeping her soft brown eyes on me. Her lips curl into a smile. This time she's looking down at me. Which is a new scene for me and I cannot take my eyes off of her. "Aww, am I?" she asks tauntingly. I wish I had more time with her. I'm in way too deep now. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to get out of this one. Or what I'm supposed to do. Except enjoy the time I have with her now, Right? "Why don't you tell me about it?" she says, face inches away from mine. Fuck. ***** 18+ (preferably) , slow-ish burn

[BOOK 2 OF PULSE, ONGOING] They made it out, but now they're on the run, caught in a dangerous game with no allies and no clear path forward. Fighting to regain their freedom, they face a growing web of secrets, betrayals, and deceptions that threatens the one thing they thought they would always have: each other. -- "Ever wonder what drives you to act on impulse?" I look up and see him standing behind me. Our gazes lock through the mirror, and a chill runs up my spine. His eyes are dark, filled with a dangerous intensity that makes my heart race. "Every decision you make in the heat of the moment," he says, his voice a seductive whisper, "reveals something deeper." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, suicide, addiction, self harm, torture, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down. I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" the child-like tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. I pinch my eyes close, praying to any higher authority out there that he just goes away. The footsteps come to a halt, and for a moment I think that he gave up but the doors that barrier me from him open. "Polo." He grunts as his large hand wraps around my wrist that is against my chest and pulls me outside the closet effortlessly, closing the door behind me and slamming me into it harshly. // Deception is pop/rock band that has taken over the world in the past two years. It stars Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. Drugs, sex, music, tour, spotlight, chaos and their side job, this is their life. // HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 In darkharry #1 in 1D #2 in onedirection Warnings: Contains mature and explicit content Drug abuse Language Violence Mental health

Daddy smut ;) x Harry Styles

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

// "Y'know, you're just like your name." "What do you mean?" "You crept into my life and now I'm covered in you, wrapped up in Ivy in every aspect of my life, m'surrounded by you." // In which sometimes work is more than capitalist labour and sometimes you just have to wait a few years for your soulmate.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

*TW: 18+/very mature* Preview~ "It was a mistake?" He questions me raising his brows high as he didn't expect that from me. Sweat forming on my hairline as I watch his small strings of hair dangling reaching for his eyes to tickle him. I still want to push them back, tuck them behind his ears and tell him how beautiful he looks. How can a criminal be so beautiful? I nod as words don't escape from my tongue. I bite the inside of my cheek as he sucks in a sharp breath. I could read from his face that something is going on in the guileful mind of his and it scares me to death. I don't know if he touches me one more time will I be able to decline him or not. His hands are drenched from horror but it comforts me. Everytime he touches me he makes me damned, realisation hits me that I'll be in his hell. "There's a basic rule in this world." Harry sighs before he speaks. My brows furrow as he locks his gaze into mine. "Do you know what it is?" He asks. "What?" I shake my head in disagreement as my brain cells don't support me. My heart is thrashing as I know that nothing sweet will ever come out of that acerbic mouth. The words will always be wrapped in blood whenever he throws it on me and makes me dirty. "People have to pay for their mistakes." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspector Sara is the lead officer of the 'Venom' serial killer case. From her investigation all the fingers points towards the brat rockstar Harry Styles. Harry is not an easy guy so she has to go undercover to keep an eye on him. As a detective she thought it to be just another normal case but life had so much more planned for her. This case turns the whole crime department's mind upside down and Sara comes across such plots she was supposed to stay away from. "This is not just some psychopath killing people, there is so much more." Realises she. • 4th position in Flawsome Awards • Started: 29 June, 2021 - ONGOING

(COMPLETED) One would say this is your typical love story, you know, best friends falling for each other, romance and all that rainbowy stuff, happily ever after. Sorry to break it down to you, it's not. This is a story in which, she, just like him, is a dreamer. They share the same passion, the same ambitions, the same competition, essentially the same dream. But those are not the only things they have in common. His mate is her brother. Her brother is his mate. There are a lot of love songs involved, as cliché as it may sound but what can you expect when you have two of the biggest pop stars in the whole world falling and fighting for one another. However, as I mentioned before, this is not your typical fairy tale. I mean, they have feelings, connection, emotions, pretty much they are perfect together. But guess what, timing's a bitch. tryst \ ˈtrīst \ 1 : an agreement (as between lovers) to meet 2 : an appointed meeting or meeting place ----- most impressive rankings: #1 on #harryedwardstyles #1 on #xfactor2010 #1 on #tryst #3 on #harrystyles #1 on #hstyles #9 on #1directionfanfic #1 on #harryfanfiction #1 on #harryau #1 on #hsau

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. *The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.* *This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.* The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth, and strength through the power of friendship, and true love. With a punk twist. In 2010, living in suburban CHICAGO IL, Alice Mariposa Anderson, 19, wishes for a teenage dream of sex, drugs, romance and fame. A Punk Rock life is a fantasy that corrupts her daydreams every waking hour, and her love of music only fuels it--but it's a life that'll only come true if she abandons the strict religious rules of her parents Christian household, and takes a chance on her new punkstar neighbors across the street. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Harlow Silver is a 21 y/o drummer for an underground scene/punk band named Bloody Valentine, moving from a loud, trashy New York City apartment to a quiet house in Chicago to escape his grim, horrific past. While also seeking out answers only Chicago could give him. But when he moves in across the street from a prudent, annoying, religious girl looking to bust out from her protective shell, he's forced to face his fears and break through the mental barriers that bind him to his trauma. And maybe, just maybe, love again. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. A.U.