A Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Your back hits a massive chest, body heat engulfing you almost instantly. You're then overwhelmed by the most intoxicating scent. Spice and passion. It smells like the best sex you've only ever dreamed of. A hand presses to your lower abdomen, aiding in your stabilization after your tumble. An inhuman heat flows from the hand, pooling deep in your belly. The unmentionable place between your legs clenches eagerly, the soaking of your panties isn't too far behind. You feel the man's breath against your neck, giving you the gentlest of caresses before his lips graze the outer shell of your ear. "If you plan of living through the night, I suggest you come with me right now."

Julian is an awkward Jewish guy with one leg. Max is his adorable, perfect, oblivious best friend who's into hockey-playing assholes. You know how this story ends.

Harry's come is trickling out of my arse as I say 'I do' and promise to love and cherish Blaise in sickness and in health. The love of my life is preparing to leave the country as I smile for photographs. The excruciating agony of my heart shattering nearly brings me to my knees on what ought to have been the happiest day of my life.

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072

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My name isn't Jacqueline, it's Jack. And I am a boy. Jack McLoughlin is a transgender 17-year-old in his Junior year at a new highschool. He's living alone in a small apartment and works every day at the Starbucks down the street. He's short and insecure, but has a passion for art. But he finds another love of his after he bumps into a tall boy in the hallway.

~A One-Shot collab with the amazingly talented CardboredProductions, first place winner in my One-Shot/Story Competition for their awesome story "Love, Mark"~ No one knows why the words are there. Everyone just has sentences etched onto their forearm. They've been there since anyone can remember. These words, when spoken to you, reveal your true soulmate. The first words your kindred spirit will ever speak to you. But perhaps not everyone's words are what they thought they would be.

"touch me there, and there, and there," Treebros is cast in Heathers. TRIGGER WARNING: Abusive relationship is present in this fic. Please proceed with caution, trigger warnings will be evident on some chapters.

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣