My hands started to tremble as I gazed at him under my eyelashes, I know I'm in deep shit and my punishment is going to be severe. "Strip," his voice is a barely whisper but I heard it clearly. I started pushing my nigh gown sleeve strap as he observed my every move sitting on the high sofa, sipping his whiskey. My silk nightgown which I've been wearing slid down making me stand bare in front of him. The cold air in the room hit my skin making my tits harden. His eyes drank every inch of my skin slowly. I can already feel the excitement down there, my body automatically reacts to him. "On bed, open your legs." I did whatever he said even though I feel too shy to sit like as he watches my wet pussy. "Rub yourself." My eyes widen slightly as I never rubbed myself, it's new to me.

Call this non-fiction because there is nothing fiction about my life. This book, story, or piece of writing is 100% authentic memories from my desired reality. NOTE THAT I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL OR GOOD WRITER, this is just for my fellow shifters. Read this story as I live my life in my DR since my first shift in November 2020 and to now as I shift every week. I will try to update every time I shift. Get ready to feel what it feels like to go home. To go to the reality you belong in. The right reality.

In which Milla Rosamund finds herself stuck in quite a compromising position beneath James Potter. - WARNING: This story will contain mature themes, scenes, and language such as profanity, drugs and/or alcohol, and sexual content. #SBRoadTo500k Rankings: #1 in Marauders Fanfiction as of May 12, 2018 #1 in Remus Lupin as of October 28, 2018 #1 in Harry Potter as of October 4, 2018 #1 in James Potter as of May 19, 2019 #1 in Peter Pettigrew as of January 31, 2019 #3 in Sirius Black as of December 5, 2018 #1 in Marauders as of March 17, 2019 Completed as of July 29, 2018

Adayln had expected just as much as the next kid would have when moving all the way across the ocean to a new foreign school. A new school...for witches and wizards, in Scotland that is. After a tragic accident that forced her to pack up her entire life to move closer to her Godmother, Adayln finds herself in the middle of making history, friendships that will last her a lifetime and a love she'd never experienced before. (This story is a retelling of my desired reality stories from my TikTok @mynameisntadrienne) (Adalyn is me, I changed the name so it would be easier for me to write ) this is from my dr so it won't be 100% accurate to the books :)!!! credit to Erratum27 on DeviantArt for the cover

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 3} It is a known fact that Crookshanks was helping Sirius Black to capture Pettigrew in his rat form, back in Harry Potter's third year at Hogwarts. But what if Crookshanks was a human just like Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs? What if she was James Potter's twin sister? And why did Dumbledore do almost everything in his power to keep her identity a secret from Harry? This is the forgotten story of Jenna Potter. *** WARNING: Mature and sensitive content ahead [Marauder's Era] [OC's age: 15-21]

They were reckless, she was not. They were loud, she was not. They were graceful, she had lost count of how many times she'd tripped on the stairs. Yet one fireplace and a blackmail-induced deal later, Aylin Novak ended up in the company of the Marauders. (Regular updates)

"Exactly, Harry. You don't give her flowers, you give her colors." [ order of the phoenix ] - due to a lot of reasons, this book is under a long hiatus

while most feared any utterance of he-who-must-not-be-named's proper name, she feared the incoherent whisper of baxter. the name she had cowered from for the past sixteen years of her life. as fate seemed to have it, severus snape knew of her cowardice ways towards the word, and he manipulatively used her fear to his advantage. [j.potter]

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

Eventi successivi al Principe Mezzosangue. Ron e Harry sono a caccia di Horcrux ed Hermione è stata lasciata a Hogwarts per aiutare l'Ordine a rendere sicura la scuola per gli altri studenti. Draco è costretto da Piton a rimanere a Hogwarts per la propria protezione, ma non può lasciare la stanza che gli viene data; La stanza della Granger. Hermione è l'unica a cui sono state affidate queste informazioni, quindi lei e Malfoy condividono il piccolo spazio, e Draco cerca di evitare la follia mentre diventa sempre più isolato con solo la Mezzosangue per compagnia. Qualcosa succederà... Contenuti e temi per adulti. Linguaggio esplicito. QUESTA STORIA NON È MIA. L'AUTRICE INGLESE È BEX-CHAN