Billy is obsessed with y/n. So is Stu. Their eyes are full of lust. How much are they willing to risk just to have her to themselves? 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ♡

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐎Y, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, Zᴀᴀʟɪʏᴀʜ Mᴀʀsʜᴀʟʟ 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄ovich love is destined to bloom. •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖

TWILIGHT// "I hope you are blessed with a heart like a wildflower. Strong enough to rise again after being trampled upon, tough enough to weather the worst of summer storms, and able to grow and flourish even in the most broken of places." ~Nikita Gill In which a young woman finds hope and love in a trio of vampires. 🌻 [Mature Content]

◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This is a mature book, but the smut isn't the main component of the story or plot.

"The only thing that's permanent in life is impermanence." Thor Odinson arrives back to New Asgard after decapitating Thanos in the privacy of his own home. He finds himself spiraling down a landslide of depression due to his younger brother's gruesome death at the hands of Thanos and the fact that he has no family left. Sól, a goddess mostly associate with the personification of the sun, finds Thor at his lowest and vows to make him see that life gets better and he is worthy. all rights reserved. copyright. tobi. 2019.

(Bumblebee x Black! Reader) A Storyteller. That's what Y/n always seemed to be, whether it was the piles of notebooks or the simple fact her flash drive compacted all the stories her grandfather ever told. "Hero's always have their stories to tell" was his words to her every night before he passed. And here she was, standing alongside her childhood friend, Sam Witwicky, his 'car' standing before the both of them. The bot crouched closer and she never wavered, a small smile grazing her lips as he attempted to fix the jacket that hung limp off her shoulders. The mannerisms were so gentle, it didn't matter that he basically towered over the both of them. He had her trust the moment he saved her. "Alright, what's the plan honeybee?" (I do not own transformers)

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award