Completed | My brother's best friend, a forbidden fling, a tropical disaster - I never imagined a perfect getaway would take such a Wilde turn. I'd planned this holiday down to the last detail: sunshine, laughter, and absolutely no encounters with the one man I can't seem to forget. Jason Wilde. My older brother's best friend, the guy I couldn't resist as a teenager-and the mistake I made again at my brother's wedding. Jason might be hockey's most notorious playboy, but I swear I won't make the same mistake a third time. Arden doesn't settle - which might explain why she's still single but she's not willing to lower her standards and those standard do not include a flirty hockey player. But when a wild boat party turns into a disaster, stranding them alone on a deserted island, her carefully drawn line in the sand begin to blur. With no way out and nowhere to run, Arden begins to wonder if finding solace in Jason's arms might not be so bad after all. But giving in means risking everything she's fought to protect-including her heart. • • • She's always been off-limits. My best friend's little sister. The one person I promised myself I'd never touch. But damn, Arden has always had a way of getting under my skin, of making me forget every rule I've ever made. It started as a one-night stand-something I never intended to repeat - not the one-night part anyway. And now, here we are, stuck in a tropical paradise together. The tension between us is undeniable, and yet she's still denying the obvious. She's worth the risk. The problem? I can't let her know just how much it hurts when she shuts me down. I'm ready to give her everything - if only she'd let me. Because when it comes to Arden, I can't stay away and I'll take anything she's willing to give me, even if it's not forever. Some lines shouldn't be crossed - and some lines are just too blurred to find the boundary.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Though, having kept you so close all these years, it was never close enough. You're something he can never have-something that's not his; the very thing that pulled him in. Bakugo x femreader Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia, any of its characters, or the cover art used. All rights belong to Kohei Horikoshi and the original creators. The only character I own is Y/N, along with any original characters I create. This work is purely fan-made and is not intended for profit.

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ───── ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ✔️ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ 22 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴜɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ, ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ? ᴍʜᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴏʜᴇɪ ʜᴏʀɪᴋᴏꜱʜɪ

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

Bakugou needs some new gear. Lucky for him, a new engineer has made her way to UA-- but God, does she push his buttons. This is a SLOW BURN Bakugou x Female Reader fanfic. There is SMUT, so if that isn't your thing, don't read. Characters are 18+ and in their final year at UA. Art for this series is on my Instagram and Tumblr (@pollypenname). WARNINGS: -Sexually explicit content -Swearing -Violence

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

I had been second best all my life. But this time, when it comes to her, I'm not willing to accept defeat. I'll do whatever it takes to get her to choose me. *** Having a best friend that was wildly popular, and one of the best hockey players in the United American Hockey League, was both a curse and a blessing. On the plus side, I got to play hockey with my best friend, and there was never a shortage of beautiful girls. At least there wasn't until Nash decided to man up and tell his childhood friend that he'd always loved her. The bad part was that I usually ended up being second best. In my late teens and early twenties I hadn't cared that I wasn't picked in the first round of the draft, or that sponsors chose Nash ahead of me, or even if I ended up with a girl who didn't really want me for me. I made a nice living playing hockey. I had a few good friends and a nice place to live in the middle of Manhattan. Despite not being the best, I'd made most of my dreams come true and it was a far stretch from the lonely kid I'd been growing up in the rural Midwest. I was happy. I was content. Until her.... It's not like I didn't want what Nash had. I did. I do. Who doesn't want a happily ever after? It's just that I've never taken the risk and allowed a woman to see past my defenses before, to see the real me, with my baggage and all my insecurities... until now. As scary as that is in itself, what makes it complicated is that my new roommate, Jackson - who I offered my spare bedroom to a while back when he needed a place to stay - and Bryce - one of my friends and teammates- also seem to have an interest in her... the woman who has me questioning all my decisions. The thing is... I'm pretty sure I'm not willing to be a second choice this time around...

"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

First draft • completed • Cliche She was supposed to leave him behind. Instead, he followed her home-with a grin and a proposition she can't refuse. • • • Leon and Charlottes story (can be read as a standalone but is part of a series - read sinful liabilities first if you want to) • • • Leon Collins has an uncanny resemblance to temptation - and Charlotte Hudson knows better than to touch it twice. As maid of honour to her best friend and sister-in-law-to-be, Charlotte's only job is to keep the wedding week flawless. But that's easier said than done when the best man is Leon: her brother's best friend, her best friend's brother, and the one mistake she swore she'd never make again. They danced too close once - too drunk, too messy, too young, and far too unforgettable. Now they're walking down the aisle together, tension simmering under every glance, every brush of skin, every drunken confession that never should've left her lips. When the week ends, Charlotte thinks she's leaving the past - and him behind for good. She's wrong. Because Leon Collins just got traded to her new team. Now he's in her office, in her space, and in her head - all charm, smirks, and a proposition that shouldn't sound as tempting as it does. One rule. No feelings. Just a physical arrangement to burn off the heat neither of them can seem to ignore. But desire this dangerous doesn't play by the rules. And the closer Charlotte gets to Leon, the more her carefully built walls begin to crack. She promised herself she'd never fall for him again. But Leon Collins has always been the one risk she can't resist.