8 Works by Singingizzy
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Rip takes care of Beth after she is attacked by the Beck brothers
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Draco is a healer that helps Hermione come to terms with her past torture.
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But covered in sweat, curls matted down with who-knows-what, her frame caved in on itself. The seat of her muggle trousers was wet after ten minutes under the wand. Here she was in her true form. And it shocked Draco to discover that under all of that bravado, without her books and her smart tongue and her stupid friends, she was just a girl. A vulnerable one."
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His thumbs hooked between her thighs and pulled, spreading her open for himself. What a pretty sight she made, pink ass crowning that sweet pink cunt, glistening in the moonlight. He kissed her in the crease between her hips and pelvis. She made a little sound, just for him. He stroked her back.“Good girl.”
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Write Me Like One of Your French Girls by Singingizzy
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
07 Jan 2023
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Hermione is obsessed with a new author...
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His prose was more than elegant. The descriptions of landscapes made her shivery, the sounds tasted tart and burst on her tongue, and once in a while, there would be such a poignant, pointed sentence on the color of a plum that she could smell it.The color, not the plum.
In fact, this writer made her feel the way that muggles described recreational drugs to affect them, mixing her senses into a concoction that left her hot and dizzy. For her own sanity, she would drink a glass of water and pull herself away from the pages until the carefully chosen font dissociated into black squiggles on a cream sheet, and her breathing normalized. She had read about the phenomenon, for research purposes, of course.
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Matthew finds Mary thrown from her horse, so he brings her home.
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Mr. Bates takes care of Anna as they come to terms with Mr. Green's actions.
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Anna wakes up feeling different
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Draco's thoughts during their first time after their child is born.
Now I am looking at the pink tips of you, darkened like a berry in the sun, the flush of your chest as I command, nay ask, you to undress. I am softer now.