cybercore

It’s just sex, she says. Nothing serious. Thirty-one days of Malfoy and Granger fucking. Written for Kinktober 2021. For specific kinks, check the chapter titles. Further info in the chapter summaries.

Magical genetics are very complicated. Far more complicated than the typical witch or wizard knows. It was never as simple as Pureblood, Halfblood, Muggleborn. When one little girl-far too bright for her age-learns this, who she shares it with will lead the world into a revolution. But with age old prejudices ingrained into a society barely a decade after war, will this revolution be a good one? Can it? One little change on an otherwise ordinary day in Diagon Alley will lead to a chain of events that drastically alters the future of The Boy Who Lived. After all, there are millions of different ways a conversation in a robes shop can go.

"Let go. Shhh . . ." a gentle purr escaped his throat. His finger caressed a nudge upon her knuckles. "Let go . . . for relief must soak your body. How you yearn to touch yourself . . . to feel . . ." Severus broke his stare with a slow blink, angling his palms in a failed attempt to cup her breasts. ". . . and feel good. Such a deprived little witch, aren't you?" "What was your sin, professor?" "Not so memorable as this, Darkling . . ." A star-crossed love between a melancholic, hypoesthesic witch and her Dark Arts professor.

Merlin's mum always told him to stay away from Druid festivals. Unfortunately, Merlin never has been any good at listening. Or, five times Merlin and Arthur shag after waking up accidentally soulbonded together, and one time they don't.

They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. With a war lurking on the horizon and enemies hiding behind every corner, the Dark Lord's son will need his friends more than ever. BOOK THREE - IN PROGRESS

The myriad of glittering magical shards sank slowly down, settling like a mantle on the shoulders of two people: A very tall wizard standing across the unlit bonfire and ... herself. Behind the deep cowl, the wizard cocked his head, indicating that they should move. Slowly, she walked towards the bonfire, and he sauntered confidently to her side, meeting her halfway.

The Stilinski family has a different kind of tradition on Halloween night. The pack is about to find out just what Stiles does when he doesn't join them on Halloween.

Stiles has always held fast to the few traditions he has.

Jake, Ryder and Marley don't have to pretend at Jake's house, but they're not the only ones who need a safe place to let go.

The guests had never seen so much blood in their lives. It seeped slowly across the floor, like a storm cloud blowing in from the west, thick and dark and in stark contrast to the black and white tiles. Four dead bodies already, and the party had only just begun!