Harry Potter Various X Reader Novels & Stories

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.

“All kinds of books. I’ve ready fantasy, romance and everything in between. I’ve read Harry Potter probably more times than I can count.” “Harry Potter?” I chuckle. “Don’t diss on Harry Potter or I’ll turn this horse around.” I chuckle at her threat. “Do you read?” “I do, probably not as much as you but I do. I tend to stick to fantasy stories like The Hobbit or the Game of Thrones series.”

Their love making had been hands and mouths, without penetration, there being little opportunity for lube and nakedness. The lube on the bed, the slickness of it as Harry ground into him, was a reminder of what would follow… He’d had anal sex only a couple of times during his early years of sexual exploration, and he had always known that his lovers would be shocked by the suggestion of reversing the role of who penetrated whom. It had never entered into his relationship with Catherine, where even the most basic sex had slowly faded from their bedroom, and his own furtive relief efforts in the shower or around the property hadn’t extended into anything more adventurous than a jerk off. Harry

How could I know? Harry and I often exchanged messages, and we even hung out together a few times to breathe at night air. During that time, he was very attentive, and he told me a lot about his ex-girlfriends. As far as I could tell from his story, Harry never broke up with anyone first. Instead, he was a victim of infidelity. That's why we can connect, because we both have tragic love stories. “You're immature as a man,” I retorted, and I got a sharp glance from Harry.

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.