When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************

Includes Fluffs and Smuts

"Date me." Fred says. "Sorry Fred, I'm not interested in you like that." "That's the point. You're obviously in love with my brother and he's a git so he's oblivious. Date me to make him jealous and catch his attention." Rowan Gold is best friends with Ron, Hermione and Harry but her feelings for Ron have started to stray from friendship. Fred Weasley has taken notice and wants to help her get his brother jealous and catch his attention. But what happens when the emotions between them start to feel more real than fake? • WARNINGS • - Foul language - Smut - Violence 21k words

What if, instead of finding The Child in Arvala-7, the Mandalorian had found a girl? But you were not just a normal girl, you had certain abilities (or powers as some called them) that made you the most wanted being in the universe. Will this mandalorian be a friend or another foe? (This is a reupload from the story I wrote on AO3)

These are my Reader x The Mandalorian fanfictions. Some of them are fluffy stories but there are a few smutty ones too. Enjoy reading and let me know if you like them!

***Completed*** 337k words **Some 18+ content! consider this your official warning!** When Violet steps onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time she meets three boys. A pair of twins and their new friend. But everything goes wrong when she's sorted into a different house than her new friends. Follow Violet on her journey through loss, gain, new friendships, family issues, puberty, but most importantly her Hogwarts experience! PLEASE NOTE!!! This is fanfiction. Many of the characters, settings, and lore do not belong to me! ALSO!! some of the story is based on imagines and things I've read on Tumblr over the years. just a little fyi LAST THING!!!! 18+ scenes occur when characters are 18+! I do NOT write that kind of stuff about minors!!!!!

Delphi felt it slip through her control the moment she looked at him, every carefully built restraint dissolving into something reckless and unrecognisable. He stood too close, too real, like temptation given shape - something warm and laughing that she had no right to want. And yet she did, sharply, helplessly, like a truth she could no longer lie about. He was her forbidden fruit, and she - tragically, hopelessly, was nothing but sinner in the face of him, standing on the edge of a desire she already knew she wouldn't be able to pretend away. "Fuck you, Fred Weasley," she cursed him. Then, she kissed him. Softly, like he might melt or flee at any given moment. · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · Delphini Black had always known she was different. Raised in the quiet, vigilant care of Remus Lupin, she had learned early that the world's rules did not apply to her. Daughter of Regulus Black, her last name was a legacy she carried like a shadow she could never shake. Her magic was ancient, distinct, wild, fueled by the weight of prophecies whispered before even the stars had been born. She was marked by destiny. Yet, despite the shadows that clung to her past, there were moments of light - fragile, fleeting, and achingly human. Among those lights were the Weasley twins, who had welcomed her into their chaos and laughter. She had laughed more with them than anyone else, felt the rush of belonging she had almost forgotten existed. But Fred Weasley... he was a tangle of affection and frustration, of longing and fear, a pull that made every stolen glance and careless joke feel like both comfort and torment. And when it burned, it burned - inside her chest, in her blood, in the way she could never quite look away, never quite breathe right when he was near. And perhaps that was the cruelest part of all...

𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. metanoia; (n.) the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self or way of life ꧁꧂ 𝚙𝚘𝚊- 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛