Line cook Eddie & restaurant manager Steve (AU). Bc the Steddie brain rot is real and I need Eddie as a chef okay. Title: Can't fight this feeling - REO Speedwagon. Cover art: Thelittleststarfighter on Tumblr.

After defeating the galra, the team decide to go on a trip, and Keith and lance unfortunately have to share a room. But a few make out sessions later, maybe the trip wouldn't be as bad as lance had thought? When it comes to accepting himself, lance struggles massively.

I WROTE THIS PARTIALLY AS A JOKE idea from that one video of Leon and the Merchant on youtube

"You'll be my little slut, potter.." - / The idea on chapter 1 is from "that's escalated quick drarry" by kara reynolds credit to them also go support them. ; / Story cover credit to alek.dar on Instagra ! go support them plsss their art is amazing!!! ! ! All character belong to J.K Rowling.

James and Severus hate each other... or so they think. what will happen when someone magically handcuffs them. the only way to get free is to stop hating each other. will they ever get free? who did it?

James polyjuice into Lily to get revenge for calling her a mudblood since Severus would have his guard up if it's anyone else. He learned something unexpected that got him looking at Snape a different way. Maybe to different. The little hard brother in his pants seems to prove that much.

Hi all!! Here is my one shot book where each story is based off of a picture. I hope you enjoy!!

Dylan smashed his lips against mine. Slipping his tongue in, intertwining our tongues together. "Mmhm...ha...ha...s-stop" I said panting. He lifts my shirt up and caresses my skin, making me tremble. Dylan moves his hand up to my chest and ru- "Ah!" I moaned, shocked by the sound I made. Did I just moan? From getting my nipple played with? "You like that?" Dylan said, giving me a sly grin. "N-no...hng!" Fuck this is embarrassing. I need to get away from him, before we go any further. I try to push him away but he won't budge. What the hell, how strong is h- gasp- Dylan slides his hand down my pants, touching my dick. "Stop!" I yelled, shoving him off me. He grabs my waist, stroking my dick from behind. "ahhh...mm...s-stop it" I said moaning in pleasure. Damnit. Why does he keep doing this? "No" Dylan said. What? This fucke- "I can't forget that night...you can't either, right?" he said. Disclaimer: This is my first Wattpad story, I have no experience in writing what so ever. So excuse the bad writing, grammar, pace, and story. Also, I don't own any images you see in this story.

Stiles gets turned into a werefox child with no memory of anything beyond the age of five (and a half, thank you very much). So when he smells the scent of home and security, naturally he follows it and finds himself face to face (or rather face to knee) with a scowling man (with pretty eyes).