Hermione recieved her Secret Santa gift a little early that year. It was a simple request; to accompany her gift giver and participate in a 'bucket-list' style of various different yule-tide traditions... traditions that her Secret Santa had never had the chance to experience before. I DON'N OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

He needed a shower. He needed a shower and a good wank. He needed a shower and a good wank over Granger's tits. He needed a cold shower and an obliviation spell. He didn't want the memory of Granger and that silk peach bra with those virginal white French knickers to be etched into his brain for all eternity. Even if she did look outstanding in them. What was the French word for 'French knickers', anyway? Les knickers? Granger's Les Knickers ... Oh, mon dieu! He was fucked. *** Draco loses a bet and to his utter bewilderment has to endure an hour in potions class looking at the Hogwarts girls in their underwear. Even Granger. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

STORY BY EVERYTHURSDAY

Not my story it was posted on AO3 by isthisselfcare. Simply posting it on here so that people have better access to it

(I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY) this lovely work is made by EveryThursday Summary: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy Warnings: Graphic, Psychological Trauma, Character Death, Strong Profanity, Torture Disclaimer: In its use of property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing. No profit is being made from this work.

Y/N was a civilian who lived a pretty straight-forward, boring, apple-pie lifestyle. She was incredibly smart...in fact, despite her being so young, she graduated top of her class and was now a Theology Professor at an Ivy League university. Lately, however... she felt like she was in desperate need of a change. After all... she was always a straight-A student, always kept her nose clean and stayed as far away from trouble as possible... a perfect goody two-shoes. Despite all this, Y/N knew there was something deep inside of her....something dormant; uncharted territory that kept calling to her. And once she crosses paths with two mysterious and insanely handsome "FBI Agents"... Y/N quickly discovers what it is she's been missing...and her world may just get rocked in an intense, dark, dangerous...incredibly fun...way. ----------------------------------------------- As per several requests, here is my take on a Dean X Reader X Sam fic! I overly appreciate all the love 'Dark Tendencies' received, and I hope this one lives up to expectation! This is an 18+, HEAVY SMUT, semi-slow burn read. As always, there will be some fluff to move the story along, but intense smut is the general idea! A polyamorous, trio thing is the endgame here. There will be NO favoritism! This book is written in first person, but YOU are the main character! (This does not follow the show storyline to a T, I'm just being creative lol) If you wanna bypass the story build-up and get right into the spice, (It's okay, I get it!), those chapters will be marked with ** around the chapter numbers! WARNING: My smut writing is VERY GRAPHIC!! ---------------------------------------------------------- I do not own the rights to Supernatural, Supernatural characters, the Supernatural storyline, or anything like that. This is just a fanfiction written purely for entertainment!

I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

Tabitha thought she was ready for the Big D, but when she saw him kiss another woman at a party he'd taken her to, she realized their whirlwind relationship may have happened too fast. When he didn't contact her for a month, she was sure of it. But then he came for her and wasn't letting her go.