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loony4lupin) wrote2008-07-25 04:42 pm
loony4lupin) wrote2008-07-25 04:42 pm
Want a personalized porn drabble?
In need of some porn?
Well, I have so much on my plate that I'm going through some minor writers block.
To fix this:
Comment with a pairing and one or more prompts and I will write a drabble for you. The more creative the prompts the better, espeically if they are a bit unusual. I'm trying to expand my imagination a bit, especially with p0rn. I won't put a limit on how many, it's not like I friend a lot of people in the first place.
Happy Friday flist.
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Sirius/Hermione
prompt: ladderback chairs (the kind with wicker bottoms)
Happy Friday to you too!
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Grimmald Place remained silent. Hermione could almost hear Ron's snores two rooms down, the thought excited her, but not as much as the small portrait before it. Hermione moved again, over the chair as it pressed against her in the most delicious way. She raised her eyes to the smirking portrait, watching the way his elbow moved up and down, his hand just out of sight, in a rhythm that Hermione was replicating with her fingers, sliding in and out of her centre. The chair creaked again but Hermione took no notice, just watched the way the younger Sirius' portrait licked his lips.
She felt so fucking filthy.
Her spread her legs widely, pulling one knee up so Sirius could see how wet she was for him. Hermione could slip three more fingers inside of herself and watched his succulent mouth. Her other hand rolled her nipple between her fingers, hard enough to send a shiver straight to her clit. The portrait smirked but kept his eyes glued to her hand moving in and out of her cunt. The hand pinching her nipple dipped lower, she brought her finger back up to her face. Hermione kept her eyes glued with the steel gray of the portraits, desire flooding her body and making her arch into her hand.
Hermione repositioned her legs so she could thrust against her fingers while the heel of her hand placed maddening pressure against her clit. She imagined what it would have been like if she had gotten up the courage to admit her desire for Sirius Black before he had died, how his mouth would feel on his skin or the way his cock would fill her so completely and how he would bring her to the brink of orgasm several times before finally letting her go with his mouth, hot tongue buried inside of her. Oh, and she imagined he would talk as he bent her over and took her from behind, whispering her naughty phrases as he fucked her in the arse. Maybe he'd tell her she'd been a naughty girl, or maybe he'd ask her how much she liked to be fucked raw for him or if she would scream for him when she came, so loudly that Harry and Ron could hear her moans vibrating throughout the entire house.
She thrashed around on the stiff chair, the wicker burned hot against her abused arse as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm. She paused, her finger dancing on her clip and then she waited. The young Sirius' arm pumped furiously, a flush on his aristocratic cheeks. He was insanely pretty and delicious and oh Merlin…
Sirius' face twisted, his mouth open in a silent climax and Hermione could practically see him fucking his fist in completion. Hermione pressed down on her fist and thrust her fingers deep inside of herself. She came, the fluid from her cunt soaking the wicker of the chair.
At least the chair had stopped squeaking.
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BEST....LINE....EVER!
I take it you've actually sat in one of those (I hate the blasted things..I re-wickered five last summer..eurgh, never again).
You are awesomeness..and Portrait!Sirius...I never even thought of that. Definitely a great way to keep it canon at make it hawt at the same time.
*can't comment anymore because she iz ded*
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I have sat in them and they squeak like mad!! We put seat covers on ours and even though they don't pinch anymore, they still squeak.
I love my canon! *grins* Loves that you love it!!