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hihimissamericanbi · 3 months

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Have I written academically on 19th-century medical demonstrations as performance? Yes, I have.

Drarry, because that's shared our thing.

Bonus points if you can work in the phrase: "cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor."

(That is an actual description from one of Charcot's medical demonstrations. Yep.)

(Also thank you to @wolfpadx for tagging me in the original version of this. I'm only capable of focusing on one story at a time so I don't have any WIPs either.)

Sigh. Only for you, babe. Everyone else: proceed with caution. This is the Exhibition Kink to end all Exhibition Kinks. I truly have nothing to say for myself, except turn your trauma into kink ig.

(from this prompt) 5. Medical examiner/surgery theater viewing thingie but at a kink club.

I present to you, Harry Potter and the Sex Baton:

Okay so Draco and Harry run into each other at a magical kink club and reconnect. They begin playing together, lots of chemistry, find that they are really into this one idea no one has quite done so they give it a go. They do some smaller test scenes with just friends/trusted people from the club first, and then they are ready for the Big Performance. They are being featured at the club that weekend, there's been lots of publicity around it.

"The Chosen Hole. Savior of the Wizarding Wank. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck" (EDITOR'S NOTE someone please come up with something better than this i beg you). The invite list is strict and requires vetting by both Harry and Draco. It's important the only people attending truly want to see this and are sex-positive, kink-educated. No one there to actually mock or be cruel.

And here is the scene:

Harry is on some sort of observational stage with 360 views. Theater in the round, if you will. I'd love for it to be like an amphitheater so it feel more like a lecture or a demonstration, where the audience is situated higher than the performers.

Harry is there, on his knees, naked, waiting, tied up and blindfolded, hard, leaking, flushed. Clearly desperate. Behind him is a table spread out with various intimidating looking magical objects and tools. As people file in, they are encouraged to take pictures, make observations and notes as they get settled, discuss with one another what they are seeing. Sounds of low murmuring, gentle, sultry music, a few quiet whistles of disbelief, the general ~vibe~ where you know people are leering. Staring.

Then the house lights dim, the spotlight comes on, and the demonstration begins. Draco enters wearing (insert your preferred fantasy outfit here. Daddy leather? A clean white lab coat? Casual, sexy muggle attire-- a suit no tie, perhaps?). Draco welcomes everyone and is pleased to demonstrate Just What a Desperate Slutty Whore Harry James Potter is. Harry wants to show everyone so badly, "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes sir, please let me show them."

So Draco proceeds to tease and edge and do all manners of filthy things to Harry Potter in front of this audience. The tone from Draco is very calm, in charge, a little neutral/removed, like he isn't being affected at all while Harry is getting messier and messier. Use your imagination here:

We can start with just letting Harry touch himself. Draco unties just his wrists, directs him to wank himself off in front of all these people who are here to see just how badly he wants it. Obviously lots of praise talk, dirty talk, orgasm control.

At some point, of course, there will be instructions to turn around, bend over, spread yourself, stick your fingers inside, show everyone how good your hole takes your own fucking fingers. We can start getting some tools and toys involved, like a dildo that magically increases in size incrementally on every thrust so everyone can see his hole getting more and more stretched. Lots of magical lube/oil, so everything is wet and glistening.

Just because Draco isn't all hot and bothered and slutty like Harry, doesn't mean he doesn't get to have any fun. There will be plenty demonstrations of how good Harry takes it: how good he takes cock in every hole, how he drinks and licks every drop of come spent like it's fucking ice cream and begs for more, bends to every one of Draco's commands, performs every requested sex act with such enthusiasm, takes everything Draco gives him, one bit at a time, as Draco is talking it all through to the audience. He's telling them how harry feels around him, how his arse tastes, what sounds he makes when Draco touches him here vs. there, etc. etc. Turning Harry this way and that, showing off parts of his body, making Harry expose himself to an entire room full of people who want to see it, all at Draco's will.

For the grand finale, Draco has a special tool he made just for Harry. He makes a big show of taking it out, showing it to the audience, really hyping it up. Harry is still blindfolded, has no idea what it is, until suddenly something cool and buzzing touches him and he explodes, immediately, come shooting out of him and his arse spasming in an orgasm that hits from both parts of him. He's gasping, dazed, wondering what just happened, and then he's poked again---

and he orgasms again.

"Forgive the crude phrasing, but I simply call it the sex baton. A single touch forces the subject to climax immediately. The really interesting thing, here, though---" and he gently strokes the tool down harry's flank, watches as harry screams and comes and comes and comes as long at the tool is in contact with his skin---"is that it completely bypasses any refractory period the human body usually needs." Draco pulls the sex baton away. "As you can see demonstrated here, if it touches skin---" he pokes harry again, setting off a fresh round of screaming and convulsing---"the subject will be helpless not to orgasm."

Harry is panting and half-slumped over and exhausted and covered in come.

"Shall we see what happens when we insert the sex baton into our subject's greedy little hole... and leave it there?"

A murmur of agreement from the audience.

"Harry? What do you think?"

Only then, Harry cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor. (HA I DID IT EMERY!!)

So Draco calmly directs Harry until he is face down, arse up, legs spread, and without warning plunges the sex baton into his arse. Harry is left on stage gasping, voice too far gone to scream, and drenching himself in come, the magic of the baton replenishing his supply of seed endlessly. He's left there spurting over and over into this puddle he is laying in, as Draco takes his bow and the lights fade. The audience erupts into wild, enthusiastic applause.

They love it.

The love him.

BONUS: backstage pass where you can interact directly with the Whore Who Lived following the demonstration. Draco will guide observers through one-on-one interactions in small groups, encouraging touches and feels where he knows Harry will like, allowing them to masturbate to/on Harry, lets them discuss him and ask questions about him to Draco.

Okay i need to stop. There is more where this came from (and came and came and came...)

Please don't break up with me.

#wip tag game #smut game #celine's smut #exhibitionist drarry #exhibitionism kink #drarry smut #emery tag #harry x draco #sub harry potter #sex positive drarry

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smuttysabina · 5 months

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Smitten by Tentacles

(Celine x Tentacle Monster, 1.8K Words) Tags: Tentacles, Even More Tentacles, No Eggs This Time Though, Literally Gallons of Cum, Buckets of Cum Even, More Cum Than Her Body Has Room For, She Kinda Digs It, This Girl Reads Too Much Hentai, Also Unorthodox Monster Hunting Techniques, Actually It May Be Orthodox, IDK, Tentacle Rape (But Consensual, Sort Of)

Celine was quite used to walking the streets of LA at night, meandering through the suburban apartment complexes on her way to indulge herself. What activities she engages in will be left unsaid, but it was a rather tired but proud girl who was making her way home that night; never mind the trail of liquid glistening in the moonlight that marked her journey. Perhaps it was the scent of her sex then, that attracted Celine's final partner of the night, her ovulation had not gone unnoticed by her previous companions; and it would not be overlooked now. Humming as she strode along, Celine instinctively kept her senses straining to their fullest extent, mankind knew well to fear the darkness; as well as the horrors that dwelt within. Not that Celine was afraid, this kitten bore claws, merely cautious. But what was caution in the face of mind-numbing monstrosities (as well as mind-numbing orgasms)? The sound of something undulating against the pavement draws Celine's attention, and she pauses to glance down a seemingly empty alleyway; perhaps it was just the wind then...

But it was a warm and windless night, and before Celine could react she was torn off of her feet and hauled into the dark confines of the alley. She writhes in the iron grasps of her captor, every limb held tight, her legs forced open and her chest thrust forward. She opens her mouth to yell but it is swiftly filled with something thick and meaty, smothering her screams. She gags as the unknown object wriggles down her throat, cramming its way into her stomach before unleashing some sort of warm liquid into it. Celine groans as she feels her stomach slosh with thick fluid, her vision going grey around the edges as she struggles to breathe. Then the tube is suddenly withdrawn, allowing her to gulp in deep droughts of air; before she burps and begins heaving up the liquid that had just been unloaded into her. Thick, salty goo pours out of her mouth, tears running down her face as she coughs it up in long streamers all over her shirt. Breathing raggedly, she now has enough time to properly focus upon what exactly was assaulting her; a seemingly endless array of glistening pink tentacles. Celine moans, she's seen enough hentai to know where this is going. Not that she particularly minds...

A strange warmth spreads from Celine's belly, suffusing her with an erotic glow, her skin prickling with sensitivity; her exposed pussy involuntarily leaking in arousal. A pink tentacle drifts closer to her face, and Celine is unable to resist opening her mouth once more, eager to enjoy having her hole violated again. This time though, it makes her work for it, forcing her to slurp upon it, gleefully running her tongue along it as she attempts to milk the tendril. Celine moans needily, filled with a strange desire to taste the tentacle's cum once more; she feels herself dripping in anticipation. Suddenly the meaty tube begins to pulsate, throbbing as something swiftly travels down its length. Celine's cheeks hollow as she sucks mightily upon its tip, and she is rewarded with a fresh flood of tangy tentacle semen; her throat bobbing mechanically as she swallows every last drop. She whines as the feeler is removed from her mouth, her mind afire with lust; she wants more! Celine gasps as her pants are painfully wrenched off, revealing her soggy panties, the fabric stuck tight against her moist pussy lips. She watches with avid interest as a fresh tentacle gently prods at her wet spots, squeaking as it presses against her slit. Fresh juices slop through her panties as her pussy responds to the pressure, her hole is already beyond ready to get filled. While she is focused upon the burning sensation in her cunt however, several more tentacles haul Celine's shirt up her chest, her breasts wobbling within their constraints before her bra is moved upwards as well.

Celine's tan nipples are already engorged, rigidly refusing to yield as the tendrils play and rub against them. She finds that the tentacles holding her arms have slackened, and so is able to squeeze her hefty breasts together provocatively; escape is the furthest thing from her mind now. With the tentacle still hard at work teasing her pussy, Celine happily welcomes another between her tits, squeezing it tightly against her chest as it slithers in and out. Her mouth involuntarily opens and her pretty little tongue pops out, dangling enticingly as the tentacle's pace increases. With sudden speed, the tendrils slams itself into Celine's gaping mouth, twitching as it unloads a fresh stream of cream down her throat; which slops messily out as she coughs it up. It seems the tentacles had taken a liking to her bodice however, as now several tentacles insert themselves between her breasts. It's all Celine can do to hold her boobs together as the four tendrils excitedly pump away, writhing and squelching in the mushy confines of her tits. Her chest judders under the onslaught, her ponderous breasts growing pleasantly sore as they are violently fucked. Celine was hardly worried though, as soon all four of the tentacles are spraying cum like firehoses all over her chest and face, utterly ruining her shirt and coating her in salty slime.

Scooping goop from her eyes, Celine glances down past her violated breasts to discover that her cunt was next on the menu. With surprising tenderness, the tentacles remove her panties, thick streamers of grool connecting it to her soaked slit. The feeling of warm air against her pussy causes her to shudder and whine, she had never felt like this before... So Celine had hearts in her eyes as she watched the bulbous member approach her sex, beyond eager to be bred and filled to the limit. The thick tip of the tentacle pushes softly against her entrance, and her cunt devours its wide head with ease; she could have taken an entire arm without blinking she was so horny. She moans as she finally receives what her body had been begging for since she had been captured, as the curved tentacle slowly coils its way inside of her. Celine gawps as she watches her tummy bulging obscenely, her pussy stretched until she feels as if it's about to break. Then the tendril withdraws, and starts thrusting. Celine throws her head back at the abrupt explosion of stimulation from her sensitive cunt, her eyes rolling back as she orgasms spasmodically. Her entire body bucks and writhes, uncontrollably pissing and squirting all over the pavement as her mind turns into much from the unceasing pleasure. Celine hardly even knew what was going on between her legs anymore, only that she desperately craved more of it. Her erotic trance only ends when a burst of heat and pressure unceremoniously erupts into her cunt, and she realizes that she is getting creampied by a tentacle monster. The moment is so rapturous, Celine simply passes out, her form limply hanging in the tentacle's embrace as her brain attempts to figure out how to react.

When Celine blearily comes to, she finds herself staring down at a vast puddle of liquid, with a steady drip coming from directly below her. Belatedly, she becomes aware that she is now being held upright, is completely naked, and is still astoundingly aroused. Celine's slightly broken mind had rationalized her situation by convincing itself that all of the tentacles were in fact, very good boys, who required an unending amount of pampering; using her matronly body of course. So when she starts stroking off the tentacles in either hand, alternating between the two when using her mouth; she was perfectly content. Her contentment only grew when she felt further pressure against her pleasantly sore slit; of course her pussy should be used to help reward these boys. Celine groans as the fresh tentacle starts to pump away between her thighs, goodness these good boys were hung beyond belief! More appendages curl around her, squeezing her breasts and caressing her thighs, one ambitious tentacle even starts to probe Celine's asshole... Who lets out a squeak, popping the tentacle out of her mouth to admonish the one below, firmly instructing it to lubricate itself before entering her ass. In response a second member joins the first inside of Celine's stretched out pussy, the pair pummeling her insides together as she cries out in surprise. Her juices quickly begin to splatter all over the place as once again starts a chain of orgasms that leaves her gasping for breath, holding the tentacles within her fists tightly. The rightmost one explodes all over her face and hair, bringing her to her senses in time to experience her guts getting filled.

Celine's body was used to taking a pounding, well tempered from the uncountable fan-gangbangs she had participated in, but this was something novel even to her. The tentacle burrowed its way through her insides, where her stomach had been protruding before, now it appeared downright grotesque. Her tummy sloshed from side to side as sudden gushes of cum surged inside of her, she was so full of tentacle jizz she felt bloated! Having her voluptuous figure turned into a cum-dispenser did not slow Celine's milking efforts down in the slightest however. She quickly grew experienced in draining the tentacles using her mouth within minutes; oftentimes the appendages were the ones left quivering and drained. The tentacles violating her lower holes were constantly being replaced as well, the stinking puddle beneath Celine growing rapidly in size. Soon enough, several members were sharing her ass and pussy at the same time, as many as four or five fleshy tubes hammering away at her seemingly unbreakable orifices. After what must have been hours, the tentacles finally begin to tire; flopping limply out of her reach to retreat into the shadows. Celine pouts as her prolapsed holes sputter emptily, licking her lips clean of watery fluid only to discover no more tentacles waiting to ravage her throat. She is unceremoniously dumped into the pond of sexual juices she helped produce, glancing around to spot the tendrils lazily withdrawing deeper into the alleyway. What sort of good boys would leave a lady so rudely unattended like that?

With an annoyed huff, Celine stalks over to where her purse lay abandoned, stained beyond repair from tentacle cum. She smoothly produces a sawn-off shotgun from within its voluminous interior, her mind returned to reality now that she was no longer getting spit-roasted by a monster. Celine jogs down into the depths of the side-street in pursuit; while she had enjoyed getting tentacle raped, she could hardly allow such a beast to roam free...

And perhaps, it still had a little left in it before its time was up...

#otv smut #celine smut #smut #tentacles

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thisliminalspacedaydreams · 4 months

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@hihimissamericanbi just said the truest sentence to ever exist so i must share it:

"I would argue James is a service top and Remus is a soft dom and there is a difference. James gets off on your pleasure, Remus gets off on the control."

you're welcome thank you celine and bless you.

#celine's big brains #jegulus #wolfstar #smut

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important-great · 6 days

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https://jamie-824.ludgu.top/y/QTSDPrY

#solomia maievska #ateez smut #shifting realities #mushroomcore #stunning #Celine Farach #bing3 eating #white people twitter #shinsou x reader #artpop

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short-wear-these-article · 12 days

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#solomia maievska #the muppets #ateez smut #brennan lee mulligan #shifting realities #sombra #mushroomcore #stunning #tangotek #Celine Farach #hinny #Carolina Sweets #shinsou x reader #kekkai sensen

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dailysabinasmuts · 12 days

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Mhmm thats it, relax dear, just go nice and slow inside of Mommy. Celine kindly cups your cheek as you use lazy, deep thrusts to fuck her sopping pussy. She holds you close against her, legs locked tight around your waist. Just relax and let it all out inside of Celine dear! ☺

#otv smut #celine smut

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hihimissamericanbi · 4 months

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Enemies to lovers AND only one bed? Babe, you're speaking my favorite language here. Tell me more.

well hello there, snitchy snitch!!

Okay, picture this. Sapphic enemies to lovers. Wedding trope. Our MCs are the sister of the groom and sister of the bride. They have disliked each other from the moment they met, back when their siblings first started dating. One is "Miss Priss," the other is "Surly Girlie." Our story takes place at the bachelorette party, a weekend away at the beach. Both our MCs arrive late (so they are grumpy AF already) to find they have to share the only room left. and there's only one bed.

NOW. IS THIS NOT THE PERFECT PANSMIONE. Harry and Draco are getting married. Hermione and Pansy never mended things after the war; they still despise (read: are obsessed with) one another. Now, they've had to work together (ew) to plan this stupid joint bachelor trip for the whole crew. To top it all off, Pansy's portkey got cancelled last minute, and Hermione got caught up in a work emergency at the ministry (at least what I was doing was important, parkinson; sorry if I don't feel bad your fancy first-class portkey got bumped). They spend the first night in their shared bedroom bitching each other out and sleeping as far away from each other as they can get, rolled over to each side and huffing in exasperation.

Honestly this works great for any HP ship pairing. Jily having to work together to plan Wolfstar's bachelor trip. Wolfstar exes-to-lovers planning Jily or Jegulus' trip. Drarry planning Ginsy's. You get the idea.

Below the cut for more stream-of-consciousness fic, incl NSFW art from @upthehillart :D

@hpsaffics you're getting a tag here too :)))

After much description of hot girls in bathing suits (hermione's ass) (pansy's legs) and both of them just absolutely losing their minds over each others' bodies, with lots of sniping back and forth to cover up how embarrassingly into each other they are, they end up last ones at the muggle bar the second night, too tipsy to try apparating. Fuck it, granger, dance with me. Oh boy, do they DANCE. It's so fucking hot, they can't get enough of each other, the feel of their bodies close, their flesh beneath each others' hands, that LOOK in pansy's eyes that says I'm going to eat you alive and you're going to say thank you. But just before something drastic happens, like hermione putting her lips to pansy's neck like she's been wanting to for honestly a very long time, longer than she cares to admit, Harry bursts onto the dancefloor "there you are!!! we've been looking everywhere for you get in the uber right now!"

The spell is broken, and, faces beet red, they let harry drag them back to the air bnb. they take turns showering, being sure to change into pj's in the bathroom (Pansy in a giant band tee shirt and booty shorts, Hermione in a lace pink matching set). Hermione is tying her hair up in a specially-charmed silk scarf and going over some notes from work that got delivered by owl while they were out, and pansy thinks she's the loveliest thing she's ever seen. Pansy's caught staring. "what?" "nothing, granger." there's a pause, like maybe they each want to say more, but instead, pansy just turns out her light with her wand. "night, granger," she whispers.

There in the dark, they both lay on their backs, listening to each other breathe. they end up having a tension-filled, intense exchange where they are truly vulnerable with each other for the first time. apologies are given and accepted in the softest whispers. tentatively, pansy reaches out a hand beneath the covers, drags the back of her fingers gently over the soft skin of hermione's arm. "i really am. sorry. i never meant any of it. you." deep breath. "you're the most incredible girl I've ever met. I've always thought so."

and then--

Hermione moves with that intense decisiveness of hers. She rolls over, straddles pansy, grips her face and kisses her long and deep. Pansy opens her mouth to her instantly, and a stupid little moan escapes and it's the most pathetic sound she's ever made but she will make it again and again if it's hermione who pulls it from her. "Want you," Hermione whispers into pansy's neck, finally latching on and sucking, biting, coaxing blooming bruises of violet and and blue to her pale skin. She shoves her hands up underneath pansy's tee shirt, not an ounce of hesitation, grips her tits hard. kneads them, dances fingers over her nipples, seeing which touches elicit the most gasps from the beauty beneath her. pansy is arching and writhing with pleasure, and hermione grins into her mouth, wicked and brutal. The witch who kept a woman in a jar for months for slandering her friends, the witch who destroyed horcruxes and single-handedly kept two boys alive for the better part of seven years, the 20-something witch ruthlessly bulldozing over all the old white bureaucratic wizards at the ministry, is now the witch taking pansy apart inch by inch and fuck if pansy isn't thrilled to be broken by those powerful hands, sucked dry by plush lips, devoured by sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as they sink into her skin over and over.

But Pansy has a few tricks up her own sleeve. She grips hermione with strong thighs and rolls them over, "Can I take off your scarf?" she breathes it her ear. "wanna pull your hair while i suck on your tits." Hermione whimpers and pulls her scarf off and pansy gathers those fucking curls into her fist and pulls, careful of course not to damage the curl pattern. Pansy licks a long stripe up her now-bared neck and over her ear, then whispers, "pull your top down. let me see." Hermione obeys, of course she obeys, pansy is commanding and relentless and if pansy wants to look hermione will let her. she fingers a strap of her camisole down off one shoulder, skims her fingertips over the top of her breast, just over the nipple still hidden beneath the fabric. Pansy's mouth is dry and her cunt throbs as she anticipates finally getting a glimpse of her nipple, already hard and poking through the silk and lace. "all the way," pansy murmurs. "take it out. show it to me." hermione whines and squirms and finally digs her hand all the way in and pulls out her breast, so fucking full and delicious with large brown nipples that beg to be kissed, so of course pansy does. Pansy looses her patience and pulls the camisole all the way down, exposing both breasts to her gaze and her wandering hands. she dives in, laving attention all across hermione's warm skin, nipping and licking and sucking and groping. her hips have started grinding down against hermione's pelvis, and hermione is arching up to meet her. "wanna make you come," pansy growls between hermione's tits. "how do you like it?" hermione stills, and pansy looks up. "um," hermione bites her lip. pansy kisses it out from behind her teeth. "yes, baby? what do you want? let me give it to you." Hermione take a deep breath. "i thought i was going to have my own room. i may have brought a few... toys." "oh, like what?" Hermione rolls over, digs around her her bag by the bed, and shyly pulls out an ENTIRE FUCKING STRAP. The magic kind that connects sensations from the strap to the wearer's clit. "I was hoping i might get lucky, going out and everything this weekend." Pansy's speechless. "Would you, um, let me fuck you with it?" hermione asks, big brown eyes wide and hopeful.

Cut to, pansy on all fours, legs kicked wide, ass up, facing the mirror by the bed, watching hermione completely naked and fucking her with her cock, her curves bouncing and slapping with every thrust, the sounds wet and loud and crude, mixing with Pansy's gasps over and over and over. Pansy's tee is shoved up by hermione's demanding hand; she's gripping the skin of her shoulder, her other fist burying in Pansy's hip and pulling her back onto her dick even as she fucks into her, hard and deep and fast. Hermione is strong and her grip bruises and Pansy couldn't move if she wanted to. "M close," Hermione murmurs. "yes, yes, yes," pansy chants in reply, all other words fucked right out of her brain. "touch yourself for me, baby, wanna watch you come first." but when pansy collapses down to one shoulder so she can use her other hand to rub her clit, she gasps in shock. Hermione has wordlessly and wandlessly charmed her fingers to vibrate. pansy shouts when her charmed fingers makes contact with her aching clit, swollen and needy from what feels like a lifetime of getting handled by hermione fucking granger. just a few passes through her folds and over her clit has Pansy shaking and coming with a muffled scream, Hermione following right behind her, the force of her orgasm plunging her cock even harder into pansy's pulsing cunt. it kicks off a second orgasm for pansy, back to back, and she screams and screams until hermione finally pulls out and gather pansy into her arms, shushing her and smoothing her hair.

They clean each other up take turns in the bathroom, and fall asleep in each other's arms.

maybe this wedding won't be so bad after all.

ps: below is my headcanon depiction of pansmione from a fic i cannot recommend enough . Art and fic both by @upthehillart

watch out the girls are naked and hot

#ANDDD SCENE #wip tag game #smut game #celine's smut #celine spills #desperately seeking snitch #pansmione #pansmione smut #hp sapphics #enemies to lovers #and there was only one bed #hermione x pansy #upthehill art

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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months

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About Celine Dion and 'The Girl in IT' (a sneak peek?)

When I was a kid, my mom used to listen to Celine Dion in the car and sang along (at the top of her lungs) about a love so good and I used to get secondhand embarrassment, yeah?

Now I'm in my 30s writing about a love so good and I get it, I get it now, mom.*

*its nothing like singing to 'The Power of Love' in the comfort of your bed writing ::something special:: for you all. (What could it be? Maybe we will find out for my almost-500 follower celebration...)

Here’s a sneak peek:

So what do we say? Do you want it?!? We are so very, very, close, guys!*

*let’s be real, I’ll probably still release it because I love the ficlets I’ve wrote in Joel’s perspective about falling in love with Sugar.

#The Girl in IT #500 Follower Celebration #Celine Dion gets it #I’ll probably still drop it even if I don’t hit my goal #because I love you all #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller x you

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rkivenjoy · 4 months

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TAEHYUNG for Celine Summer 2024 Collection

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jetaiimee · 7 months

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open to: m 28+ connection: co-worker/boss plot: your muse & celine hooked up, will it be super awkward or super HOT?! hmu for plotting etc, he could be married, etc etc etc.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Celine mumbled as she stormed out of the bed. The sunlight shining through the window had woken her up, only to realise she was so, so late for a meeting. Last night had been a lot of fun, but her head was pounding from a few too many glasses of wine and the lack of sleep. How classy of you C, to wake up like this the morning after in bed with your colleague. There was no way she could go in to the office looking like this, and it didn't look like he was planning on going in either. She was just about to sneak out without a word as she heard the other. Turning around slowly, she smiled innocently back at the male in the bed. "I have to go," most people would probably regret messing around with a co-worker, but Celine however, was more worried about walking the streets of New York looking like this. "See you in the office, hm?".

#starter: celine #indie rp #indie smut rp #indie kink rp

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hrtbae · 10 months

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 🎐 ⠀⠀⠀ " F.ood " ⠀⠀⠀ >⠀⠀⠀ >

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 📸 ⠀⠀⠀" day-1 " ⠀⠀⠀ > ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀>

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bangtan-yn · 2 years

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For Your Love

Taehyung x Fem Reader

fluff, angst, jealousy, romance, 18+, smut

"Y/n it's been three weeks you are throwing tantrums and I am bearing that You know the reason." Taehyung spat while throwing the pile of shirts on the bed.

"Hmmm...!" Y/n just went to his walk-in-closet and brought out his warm clothes. Taehyung sighed seeing her ignoring him and followed her behind.

"Y/n! Please stop this silent treatment. It's killing me now." He spoke being sad but Y/n moved from there and came back to the bed where his clothes were scattered, helping him pack his stuff for travel.

"I am putting these warm clothes here. And yeah, I have put all your accessories in the white bag. Still if you don't find anything rather than messing things up call me. I forgot your shoes... Let me get tha..." She turned to see Taehyung's tall figure hovering over her.

"What are you doing Taehyung step aside.. Let me get your...." She ignored him and tried to pass through but he was quick enough to pull her waist and back hug her while she stood still.

"Don't do this to me Y/n. You know that I love you." Y/n chuckled sarcastically and tried to break through his embrace but he held her tight and kissed her earlobe making her body shiver under his touch.

"You don't trust me Y/n now.? You don't think that I love you??"

"Kim Taehyung let's not talk about the things you yourself are not sure of."

He hugged her tightly nuzzling his nose in her neck. "This is the only thing in my entire life that I have been so sure of. That's you."

"Oh really, A moment ago I heard you were just bearing me.." She tilted her head in the other direction so that she wouldn't have to look at him...

He broke the hug and turned her around with the painful expressions. "Why do you only focus on the words. You don't even know how you are making me feel right now."

Y/n lifted her head slightly to look into his shiny dark orbs with her teary hazel eyes, "That's right Taehyung. You don't even know how you are making me feel." Seeing tears brimming in her eyes Taehyung's eyes became wide. He never wanted to see her in pain, in tears. Let alone he was the reason behind this. She was on the verge of crying because of him. He tried to speak but Y/n was fast enough to dodge any questions coming her way.

She moved towards the closet again. "See you would have forgotten your ties as well." She extended her hands to reach for the ties when he held her hands and turned her around towards himself and cupped her face. "Is it about Lisa?"

Hearing that name Y/n got agitated. She never wanted to talk about her. She never wanted him to know how her jealousy was eating her inside out.

"Taehyung, just leave me. I am not done with the packing." She was looking everywhere in the room but his eyes...

He held her face tightly. "Look me in the eye and say it's not about Lisa."

"Taehyung, I need to leave for work after your packing, leave me..." She said with a stern voice trying to sound tougher that she wasn't ...

"So it is about Lisa." He smiled lightly and grabbed her from her waist with one hand while the other flicked her nose cutely. "You know it's just work, Babe. It's a business trip. Nothing else. You know that I love yo..."

"For Fuck Sake! STOP LYING TO ME KIM TAEHYUNG..." saying that she pushed him a bit and Taehyung was taken aback. He has never ever experienced this side of Y/n.

He stood stern while she let out everything that she's been keeping for three weeks. She was distancing herself from him rather than telling him the exact reason.

"You could have taken your own Private Plane or booked a Business Class ticket. But you came up to me telling me that you were invited by her for this Business trip. What do you expect me to do... Huh..??? SPEAK NOW ...."

She was literally yelling at the top of her vocal cords. He slowly came forward to grab her hand. But she backed away and he said,

"Baby, that's what the company wanted me to do. Lisa was oblivious of this as well... That's how companies work, Love try to understand."

"Don't you Fucking Dare put this on Company... Why is it you always? Why not any other member...? I let the incident with Olivia slide but not every time... You always have a chance to say no... You could have said no... And who are you trying to protect?? Lisa??? She's more important for you now?" She said while showing her index finger infront of him pointing out everything.

He sighed fully frustrated now. "I just don't understand, that why are you exaggerating this whole scenario...?"

Y/n looked at him in disbelief for a second and then said, "You are right I am exaggerating." She went near the bed where her handbag was placed. After pulling it on her shoulder she rushed towards the door of the bedroom.

"It's over Kim Taehyung. Hope you find someone better and worthy."

His eyes widened at these words. He could see his whole world upside down. He hastily reached her hand before she could even step out of the door he pulled her hand towards himself and pinned her to the wall aggressively looking in her eyes.

"Don't you dare, turn your back on me ever again." He threw her bag on the floor and claimed her lips harshly. With his right hand he lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his own waist bringing her so closer to himself. He wanted her to know how impatient he is for her with his other hand, he was supporting her head because she was not giving in.

He kissed her passionately tugging and nibbling her lower lip making her weak. She was vigorously shaking and sobbing, not getting over the argument they had just a few minutes ago... Soon she stopped struggling.

It's not like she didn't trust him much or she thought that he was cheating her but just the mere idea of him being with someone else scared her. She was possessive.. so was he... They both had been possessive for each other from the start.... "Taeh..yung.. Taehyung.. I... I don't.. Taeh..." she didn't even know what she wanted to say so desperately even when she herself knew words were not coming out...

He attached his forehead with her and reached for her other leg to tangle it around his waist in order to lift her above the ground. "shhh!!! sShhh baby I am still here with you.. I am not gonna leave..."

"I am so-rry. I am sorr-y for letting out m-y anger lik-e this..." She started to hiccup in between...

"I am sorry too Princess for hurting you... I can't see tears in your eyes... Please don't cry." Rather than stopping she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried loudly while hugging him. He kissed the side of her head and brought her to his bed.

While balancing himself and her in his arms he threw his luggage off the bed and then placed them both on it... They both felt each other's touch after so long. They both had been craving for each other without them knowing. He brought his face above hers to look into her eyes shining with love and so many emotions for him. He kissed her head multiple times and then her teary eyes. "Silly Girl" she smiled hearing this... He kissed her cheeks and her nose. He again attached his forehead with hers.

"What am I gonna do without you."

"Maybe enjoy your trip with Lisa." She said sulking making a pout. He giggled at her statement and kissed her pout.

"I have a better idea. That is to pack you in my suitcase and take your everywhere I go." Taehyung said in between the pecks he was giving her on her lips

"I don't even know why did they ever invite you for Celine. I mean you are not even good at modeling." She said that to tease him, giving him a fake attitude.

"Oh really.?? Really you think like that???" He smiled seeing her acting way too cute under him.. "Then let me just do something I am very good at." He started kissing her passionately while she was giggling and he pulled the duvet from underneath to cover them both.

After making love to her as much as his heart desired, he laid down beside her placing his arm beneath her head and she kept kissing his face. His moles were always something tempting for her so she couldn't let this chance slide knowing that they are going to be away for some time...

"So do you trust me now.?" He leaned his head towards her while she kept kissing him.

"No..! Never ever. I will not trust you again. Kim Taehyung." He made a pout and switched his position hovering her again.

"Oh really. Then you deserve punishment for not trusting me." He said that dropping his voice to several octaves and started kissing her earlobes.

"No. Fuck! Not again...! Yahhh!! Leave me..!!!!"

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