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starlitsilvereyes · 9 months

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Hands To Myself

Written for @sapphicmicrofics’s prompt: Hands & @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Slide | Rating: E | Warnings/Tags: Femme Drarry, Dirty talk, Nipple licking, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus | Read on Ao3

A/N: This is my first time writing femslash (I think?) So please let me know what you think! :)

A shaky breath leaves Draco, her stomach coiling with tension as Harry’s emerald eyes pierce daggers into her. Harry sits naked at the edge of their bed, beautifully so, her plump breasts in full view for Draco to admire.

“We don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to,” Harry says. The strain in her voice lets Draco know she wants this as much as her. Has wanted it for a long time.

“I want to,” Draco replies. The hand that rests on her left thigh slides between her legs, close enough to the wet heat of her cunt but not touching. Not yet. “I want you to watch.”

Harry licks her lips, raising a hand to push back a curl that’s fallen in front of her eyes, gaze never leaving Draco.

Draco gasps as she circles her clit lightly with her ring finger. Her hand is cold against the heat of her pussy, eliciting a spark of pleasure that has her rocking her hips, desperate for more. But she wants to take this slow. Wants to prolong it as long as she can.

She keeps teasing herself, adding another finger, sliding them from her clit and dipping them into her entrance, pulling out before the first knuckle. A string of soft sighs and whimpers fall from her lips, hips shifting with the movement of her fingers.

“Tell me what to do,” Draco says quietly. She can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, embarrassment threatening to bloom within her. Neither of them have done this before. “Tell me what you want.”

Harry opens her mouth, then closes it again, looking deep in thought. “Tease yourself a bit longer. And– here, let me,” She shuffles forward, a warm hand reaching for Draco’s breast. A moan leaves Draco’s mouth as Harry rolls her nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Dip your fingers in, all the way through.”

Draco follows, becoming wetter as Harry’s hot breath fans over her cheek.

“Hold them there,” Harry instructs. “Don’t move.” She massages both of Draco’s breasts with her hands, thumbs running over Draco’s pink nipples as she does so.

Draco wants to close her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. But she doesn’t want to miss the sight of Harry pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at Draco as though she wants to devour her whole.

Harry leans down, latches her wet mouth on Draco’s right nipple. Draco howls, her hand involuntarily jerking inside of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry murmurs against her chest. “All for me.” She tortures Draco longer, not instructing her to do anything but keep her fingers inside of her pussy as Harry laps and bites and sucks at her nipples.

“Harry,” Draco whines. Her legs are shaking by now, and her fingers are soaked with liquid want.

“Thought I was the one in charge here?” Harry pulls off, arching a thick brow.

Draco frowns, fighting the urge to kick her right then and there. “You’re a menace.”

Harry laughs, sitting up straighter as to get a better view of Draco’s cunt. “Go on, love. Fuck your fingers inside of your pussy.”

With shaking hands, Draco pulls her fingers out of her dripping cunt. She dips them in again, down to her last knuckles, then scissors them inside of her. Her hips rise from the bed, following the movements of her fingers as she fucks herself faster and harder. “Harry, hnghhhhh, fuck, fuck–”

“That’s right,” Harry hums. “Fuck yourself like how you want to be fucked.”

How the fuck is Harry so good at this?

“Start rubbing your clit with your thumb,” Harry says, breathless.

Draco does, whimpers when orgasm starts to roll at the pit of her stomach. Harry reaches for one of her legs, hikes it up against her hip, creating a new angle that leaves Draco moaning loudly. She’s so close, so fucking close. She wants to cry from the pleasure of it.

“Come, Draco.” is all she needs to hear from Harry. Draco does, squirting all over her hand as she moaned Harry’s name through her orgasm. When she comes down from the high, she opens her eyes to see Harry peering down at her hungrily. Heat rushes through Draco’s cheeks, realising the mess she’s made of their bed.

Harry’s darkening eyes travel from Draco’s wet hands and stomach to her breasts, then to her face. “I want to taste you,” she says, sliding down the bed, her face between Draco’s legs as she licks her clean.

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minks-country-club · 6 months

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#draco x harry #harry x draco #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fanficton #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer #severus snape #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus

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emmalovesfitzloved · 5 months

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Welcome! These are a few of my favourite things...♡

Bare min starter-pack to get to know a bit about me :)

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My favourite hobbies are reading, dreaming, drinking coffee and obsessing over pets.

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I work in the legal profession.

My guilty pleasure is reality shows...

I read fanficton of my fav novels every night to sleep and to wake and have for the past decade.

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wheezykat · 3 years

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Fic Claim: happy hour

happy hour

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Oblivious Harry Potter, Pining Harry Potter, POV Harry Potter, POV Third Person, Bartender Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy, Friends to Lovers, Competent Harry Potter, Competent Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Sassy Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Bars and Pubs, Good Draco Malfoy, Mysterious Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Making Cocktails, Descriptions of Alcohol, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Blow Jobs, Tipsy Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs at Workplace, Mention of Wanking, Molecular Gastronomy, Mixology, The Art of Cocktail Making, Happy Ending, Drinking

Written for @anaxandria-writes 💕 for @hpfluff-fest 2021. Ya’ll, I had a ball writing this (and by that I mean, I may have had a breakdown or two since I was in the middle of a very hectic move while onboarding for a new job). But in all seriousness, this was so much fun to write, and Rin darling, I really hope you like it! I loved your prompt the minute I saw it and just knew we needed more bartender Harry fics in our life. My utmost thanks to the mods for running this fest, and being entirely gracious with my crazy schedule. As well as a big shout out to my lovely alpha @nv-md for reigning in my angsty tendencies and holding my hand while I was freaking out about this fic. So much gratitude to @vukovich for beta’ing this into submission and keeping my wordcount contained (to a lovely and super cathartic exact 10k), and as always, to my @peachpety for being my ultimate cheerleader and support system and coming up with the name and logo for Harry’s bar. And finally, to @avenueofesc for doing a final cheerread and assuring me that this is fluff and that it’s worth reading, once my brain became mush. I love you babes, and I couldn’t have done it without you!

Summary:

Harry’s content with his life as the owner of Seven Spirits, a hip bar that caters to muggle and wizarding folk alike. He’s found his passion in creating cocktails through his studies of molecular gastronomy and mixology, seeing his friends before work and inviting them to hang out at his bar in the evenings. Until one day, an entirely too fit Draco Malfoy walks in, and keeps coming back, bringing along an endless list of dates. Suddenly his world is turned upside down, leaving Harry to wonder if perhaps his life isn’t missing just one last thing.

Malfoy tugged the bottom of the shirt down, a final sliver of skin being hidden away beneath the dark maroon fabric. Harry admired the way the Seven Spirits logo stretched over his body. The white vinyl letters made the fabric bunch and pucker over his chest, and a nipple peeked out from behind an S as Malfoy sighed. Malfoy ruffled his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. Harry’s fingers itched to reach out and touch him, to tug him closer, to run his hands over those now hidden muscles, and Malfoy would lean into him, perhaps eagerly undress him and tug that blasted t-shirt back off and-

And that just was not on. Harry desperately reached for anything to distract him from his current train of thought.

“Want another drink?”

Malfoy huffed, a small smile curling his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Harry’s heart fluttered at the sight, finding this new, grown version of Malfoy effortlessly charming and cute.

“Sure, Potter, let’s have a drink.”

Read happy hour on A03!

#kat writes #my writing #fic claim #hpflufffest fic claim #hp fluff fest 2021 #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanficton #tw smut #tw alcohol #tw drinking #happy ending !!#kat writes fluff apparently #❤❤❤

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dewitty1 · 4 years

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you, a violent desire

alpha_exodus @alpha-exodus

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Dubious Consent, Divorce, Minor Violence, Fist Fights, Love Potion/Spell, Amortentia, Love Potion Abuse, Minor Character Terminal Illness, Depression, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Unspeakables (Harry Potter), Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, minor prostitution, H/D Erised 2019, Open Relationships, POV Alternating, Enemies to Lovers, Asexual Character, Draco Malfoy & Astoria Greengrass Friendship, Department of Mysteries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Veritaserum, Anal Fingering, Switching, Masturbation, Frottage, Dildos, Riding, Couch Sex, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)

Summary:

The Amortentia was an accident—but only the first time.

Excerpt:

“Potter,” Malfoy sighs, breath warm against Harry’s cheek as he kisses his jawbone, making Harry shudder. “Potter, fuck.”

Harry’s struck with the thought that it’s rather funny that Malfoy’s still calling him ‘Potter’—and for that matter, Harry’s still calling him Malfoy, isn’t he? He laughs, deep from his belly, pulling Malfoy closer still. “Draco,” he says, liking the sound of it in his mouth, “Draco.”

“Nngh,” Draco groans, pupils dilating as Harry pulls back to stare at him. “Potter, can I—”

“Harry,” Harry corrects, laughing again, sliding his knuckles up against Draco’s cheek and making his eyelids flutter.

“Harry,” Draco says, “can I—I mean, I need to, I need to kiss you—”

“Fuck,” Harry gasps, not quite sure why he hadn’t thought of that before, but now the desire burns in him, clenching in his throat and pulsing in the space between his hips. “Yes, please—”

Then Draco kisses him, and it’s like fireworks, his lips soft as they move against Harry’s own, stirring so much arousal in him that he thinks he could burst. Harry groans into it, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue against Draco’s and panting as Draco slides a hand down to cup his arse.

“More,” Harry gasps out, pulling at the fastener on Draco’s robes. “Please, I need—I need you—”

All at once Draco looks both frightened and completely desperate. “Not… not here,” he gasps out, but even so, he’s clutching at Harry as if he’s afraid to let go.

“My place,” Harry offers, and he notices the slightest bit of relief in Draco’s eyes but doesn’t pay it any mind—he’s too focused on thoughts like now, please and yes and need you.

“Okay,” Draco says, “Yes, yes, okay,” and then he kisses Harry fiercely, very nearly distracting Harry from the fact that he ought to Apparate them out of there.

After several moments of snogging he finally remembers, and he Apparates them into his living room mid-kiss, the crack barely audible against the heavy beating of his heart. “Fuck,” he says, grinning at the sight of Draco in his flat. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Harry,” Draco sighs, pressing him backwards until Harry’s knees hit the sofa, and he bends obligingly, letting Draco lay him down and whimpering as Draco crawls on top of him. “You’re so—fuck…”

“I’m so what?” Harry says, grinning coyly and finally, finally pulling at Draco’s robes.

“Insufferably attractive,” Draco mumbles, leaning down to press the words into Harry’s neck as if embarrassed. “Obnoxiously good-looking, dreadfully endearing—”

Harry laughs, pausing in trying to get Draco’s robes off so he can gently caress Malfoy’s shoulder. “I love you,” he says softly, nudging at Draco’s chin so Draco looks at him.

Draco blushes, bright and pink. “Don’t expect me to say it back,” he mumbles...

#you a violent desire #alpha-exodus #drarry #Drarry fic rec #fic rec #my recs #drarry smut #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fanficton #amortentia #enemies to lovers #Unspeakable drarry au #Carey's Bookmark fic recs #Carey's personal Bookmarks #Hd Erised 2019

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purefangirl · 3 years

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At some point it stops being about the piece of media and it starts being about the fandom. About all the fan crated content. And I think it’s bloody amazing.

And on the other hand. Then you revisit the original piece of media. And fall in love with it all over again. But now you have all the amazing ideas in the back of your head.

So you go back to the fandom. And fall in love with it even more.

There is beauty in that I think

#fandom #fanficton #fanfics #fan content #fangirl #merlin #bbc merlin #miraculus ladybug #the raven cycle #six of crows #umbrella academy #bbc sherlock #mine #drarry #merthur #merawainecelot

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toastilytubular · 2 years

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Writing prompt: Character A accidentally grabs character B’s tie after spending the night.

Character A doesn’t notice the whole day.

Because they’re colorblind.

Character B loves to see the look on other people’s faces.

#jegulus #harry potter #this could be #drarry #but I’m not a huge fan of that #so #james potter #regulus black #writing prompts #harry potter writing prompts #fanficton

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starlitsilvereyes · 9 months

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Love To Hate You | E | 1.9k

Written for @harryjamespotterweek's prompts: Size Kink, Scars, Sex Toys, & Hate Sex | Warnings/Tags: PWP, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink, Sectumsempra Scars, Sex Toy (Anal plug), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Rimming, Light Bondage, Edging, Choking

Thank you so much to my wonderful beta @intimatelyrearranged for looking over this <3 <3

Summary/Excerpt: Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear.

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Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear.

“I fucking hate you, Draco.”

Satisfaction bloomed within Draco at the frustrated expression plastered upon Potter’s face, knowing he’d been the very cause of it.

They had been in the Ministry Gala not even an hour before, with Potter’s green eyes piercing through Draco from across the table. Draco made sure they’d been seated right across from each other, so he could slide his socked foot up Potter’s leg.

Potter ignored him at first, but there was no mistaking the tightening of his fingers around his glass. He tried to close his legs a short moment after Draco settled his ankle against Potter’s knee, but Draco thought quicker than him, sliding his foot right on Potter’s wool-clad crotch, trapping it between Potter’s thighs.

“The wine is exquisite, Minister,” Draco praised, licking his lips as Potter let out a soft gasp when Draco pressed his foot more firmly against Potter’s clothed cock.

“I’m pleased to hear it suits your fine taste, Mister Malfoy.” Shacklebolt smiled proudly. “I hope you’ll be as delighted with our dinner. I especially picked out the most luxurious Jamaican dishes, and I plan on developing a trade of goods between my home country and Wizarding Britain this year.”

“I’m sure the dinner will be just as ravishing,” Draco drawled, eyeing Potter before he made a show of closing his eyes in delight when the first dish was served in front of them.

Draco settled his foot on Potter’s inner thigh for the entirety of their meal, brushing his heel against Potter whenever he spoke to someone else at the table. Potter tolerated it, until Draco dragged his foot along the length of Potter’s entire cock, now fully hard.

Potter visibly jumped, earning him looks from almost everyone around the expansive dining table.

“Alright, Harry?” asked Weasley, glancing suspiciously at Draco before turning his gaze back at Potter.

“Yeah,” Potter said, breathless. “I just need some air. If you’ll excuse me.”

Potter left the table without another word, and Draco followed halfway through his meal, as to not be too suspicious.

He found Potter outside, hidden behind the grand oak tree Draco was certain was older than the both of them combined, a cigarette between his lips as he leaned against the brick wall.

“Took you long enough,” Potter spat, flicking off his fag and crushing it beneath his boot.

Before Draco could come up with a snarky remark, Potter crossed the space between them, latching is hot, wet mouth against Draco. Out of habit, Draco slot his knee between Potter’s legs.

But Potter seemed to have a different idea, backing Draco to the wall and snogging him senseless until Draco had to pull away to catch his breath.

“Potter–”

Without another word, Potter flicked his hand, and a silk magically appeared around Draco’s wrists, tying them together and pinning them in place above his head.

Oh.

“If you’re going to act like a cock-hungry whore, you’re going to get treated like one.”

Draco barely had any time to grasp what was happening when Potter knelt before him, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers down along with his pants. He inhaled a sharp breath when the cool autumn air hit his cock.

Potter made a show of mouthing at Draco’s tip, lapping around it like some – well, some cock-hungry whore, but Draco was too occupied with the velvety warmth of Potter’s mouth to make his point.

“So big,” Potter moaned. “So fucking perfect for me. You like this, hm?” He took Draco even deeper, only pulling off to spit on his palm and wrap a first around the base of Draco’s cock. “You like my throat around your dick? Tell me you like it, Draco.”

“I love your mouth,” Draco gasped when Potter started fucking Draco’s cock into his mouth hungrily, desperately. “I love it when you suck me off like you’re made for it, Harry.”

They only called each other by their names whenever they fucked. It was not something they particularly agreed on, but neither of them had complained in the past six months, and Draco hadn’t exactly thought of calling Potter by his first name outside of their rendezvous.

Potter’s eyes, lightning green and striking, stared through Draco as he opened his throat a bit more, taking Draco deeper than he’d ever taken him. Draco shut his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowing as Harry’s name fell from his lips. “Harry, god, don’t stop. Fuck – fuck --” Pleasure rose from the depths of him, his knees growing weak, mouth going slack, and fingernails digging through his own palms.

On the brink of Draco’s orgasm, Harry pulled off, and the pleasure stopped.

Draco opened his eyes to find Potter wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, tucking Draco back into his pants and smirking devilishly as he rose from the ground.

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?” Potter smirked.

“Fuck you, Potter.”

“With pleasure.”

The Apparition to Potter’s flat made Draco dizzy, as though he just downed an entire bottle of whiskey. Upon trying to balance himself, he realised Potter didn’t even bother to untie his wrists. Draco shut his eyes and braced himself to fall face flat on Potter’s hardwood floor, but Potter wrapped a steady arm around his waist, unabashedly pressing his fucking crotch against Draco’s arse.

“Bend over.” Potter’s breath was hot against Draco’s ear.

“What?” Draco asked, bewildered. “Right here?”

Without another word, Potter vanished both of their clothes with a flick of his wand. Draco shivered, gooseflesh rising on his skin as Potter’s magic wrapped around him like an intoxicating curse.

Potter placed a firm palm on the back of Draco’s neck, guiding him to the red velvet couch and bending him over.

“Draco –”

Draco smirked, cheek against the cushion as he looked back at Potter smugly. He arched his back even more, relishing the surprise on Potter’s face as he eyed the plug nestled into Draco’s hole.

“Draco,” Potter sighed. He reached for the base of the plug, pressing a firm finger against it and pushing it back. Draco closed his eyes, breath hitching as pleasure jolted within him. He knew there was no other way to end this night than to fuck Harry – or rather, be fucked by Harry, so Draco got himself ready earlier that evening by fucking himself with his fingers at the thought of Harry. Both for the intent of preparation and because he knew Harry would like it.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Draco panted.

Harry was already hard, pre-come glazing the tip of his pink cock. He pumped himself a few times, gaze never leaving the sight of the plug in Draco’s arse. Draco’s mouth watered at the sight. He wanted Harry to fuck him now, the desperation nearly all-consuming.

But Harry had different plans. He pinched the base of the plug between two fingers, pulling at it before letting go with only the tip in, and letting Draco’s body pull it back.

“Oh.” The protest was at the tip of Draco’s mouth, but pleasure and want only kept building up within him. So, he resorted submitting rather than complaining. “Oh, Harry.”

“Yeah?” Harry hummed, fucking the plug slowly into Draco. “You like that?”

Draco closed his eyes, mouth going slack as he tilted his hips higher. He could come like this – untouched, only by the mercy of his plug and Harry’s fingers. “Hmmpphhh – Harry, fuck, fuck, fuck —” He was close again, cock sensitive from rubbing against the velvet couch. He thrashed under Harry, whimpers falling from his lips like a whispered prayer, a promise, a curse – begging for Harry to let him come.

Without warning, Harry pulled the plug from Draco’s arse. Draco gasped. He could feel himself gaping and dripping from the lube, his hole desperate to be fucked.

Harry shifted above him, dipping the cushion with his weight. Draco braced himself to be filled by Harry’s cock, but something wet, hotter, and softer pressed against his hole.

The moan that spilled from Draco’s mouth would’ve embarrassed him if it weren’t for the scorching pleasure soaring through him like lightning blazing through a sky. Harry’s mouth kissed Draco’s hole, tongue prodding at it like Draco was something to devour.

Draco had never come from rimming before. No doubt, it was pleasurable to him, and it aroused him to the point of neediness, but he never found it to push him over the edge. It was a pleasure that crossed the line but not quite enough to finish him off.

Until the moment Harry inserted a single finger alongside his tongue, pumping slowly until he was knuckle deep. Draco wanted to cry from it. He was certain he’d do anything just to come – he’d live and die and go to the ends of the earth if it meant Harry made him come by his tongue and finger. There wasn’t anything Draco wanted more.

But like all the pleasure brought by Harry tonight, he pulled away, leaving Draco panting, desperate, wanting, on the verge of madness from it all.

Draco was limp and boneless, sedated by being brought to the edge, as he let Harry turn him over to his back.

“Fuck you, Potter,” he said weakly.

“I fucking hate you, Draco,” Harry said. Both of them knew it didn’t matter if they hated each other or not – not when Harry was finally pushing inside Draco with a punched out gasp.

The tension coiled within Draco like a whirlwind brewing through a thunderstorm. A tear rolled down his cheekbone when Harry’s cock slid inside of him, overwhelming relief rushing through him. Harry started moving, slowly and earnestly at first, like Draco was delicate and untouched. Like he was someone in need of softness.

Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth – a hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, fingernails on Draco’s hips, and Potter’s filthy mouth panting against Draco’s ear.

But sex with Harry – his Harry, was always gentle. Soft lips mouthing at the intricacy of Draco’s silver scars; calloused palms caressing the expanse of Draco’s body; lightning green eyes rolling back from pleasure.

Draco didn’t know who he wanted more. But he’d always been a selfish man, unashamedly so. He decided he wanted to have them both.

With what was left of his strength, he hiked both of his legs up and settled them atop Harry’s broad shoulders. Harry opened his eyes, mouth slightly agape in surprise as Draco gazed up at him in challenge.

“Fuck me like you hate me, Potter,” he said through clenched teeth.

Harry let out a breath, eyes darkening as he held Draco’s calves on his shoulders, hips pistolling into Draco like he was being paid for it. He fucked and fucked until Draco was reduced into aching hunger, his mouth only ever knowing how to moan Harry’s name.

Above Draco, Harry was a powerful storm blazing through his violent desire. He was anger and rage and fire bursting into flames – a feverish desperation clinging to Draco’s bones. Draco wanted only to have him – all of him – both Potter and Harry. He thought he could die from it and live for it. He would kill for it.

He opened his eyes just in time to marvel at Harry in all his orgasmic glory – mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed as he pumped his hips harder and faster. Like he was desperate for this as much as Draco was. Like there was nothing he craved more than being inside Draco.

It hit Draco when Harry opened his eyes in post-orgasmic haze, starlit emerald eyes telling more than words ever could.

I hate you; I hate you; I love you.

Draco came as he looked into Harry’s eyes, with Harry’s name falling from his lips like sinful and heavenly poetry all at once.

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dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy · 4 years

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So. I’ve had Little Deaths and How To Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Sop Dying and Start Living Instead) on my too read list for a while and. I can hontstly 100% say I have never in five to six years of fandom read a fic that. Touched me that deeply. I am in actual tears. For a long time A Piercing Comfort by Talithan was my thing. It was that fic that I’d read over and over, the one I went to when I was sad and needed a reminder than things get better and. Wow Little Deaths was better than that. It was. Soft and beautiful. It was hopeful, but also sad and I’m. Im so touched right now. I have never read anything that relatable or this soft and perfect and healthy. Just. Wow. I don’t...

#it might just be that post-fic bliss talking but damn really #just shot up to number 1 top fics #im going to have to make my mom read this.#fic recs #fanfic #fanficton #harry potter #drarry #malfoy #ginny weasley #asexual character #biromantic harry potter #holy shit guys #im so shook rn

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thechosenferret · 6 years

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I dunno if youll even read this. But what about a fanfic where harry thinks draco has some deep seeded issues when really draco just hasnt slept for a few days and is just trying to convince harry to let him go to bed. (If you dont wanna write it then could i please get an idea on how to write it myself) thank you!

Sorry it’s kinda short and took so long but it was super fun to write. If you ever want some help on writing something, feel free to message me (even thought it will be some horrible advice.) Anyways, hope you like it!

The crickets slowly got louder outside, as the sun slowly started to set behind the drawn curtains. “Potter, why can’t I go to bed now?” Draco yawned, rubbing his exhausted eyes. This was the first time in a few days that he hasn’t had to work overtime all night at the hospital, and Harry wasn’t going to spoil his opportunity to get some life back into his eyes.

“Because, something has been clearly bothering you for the last few days.”

“And that something is you,” he said, yawning again as he pushed to the door.

Harry rolled his eyes, darting past Draco to get to the door first, “Something else is clearly bothering you.”

“And that would be sleep,” Draco replied, trying to push through the barricade Harry made with his body to block the door to the bedroom.

“It’s only about 8, you never fall asleep this early.”

“Well, time to break that tradition.” Draco attempted to break into his bedroom again, before failing just like the time before.

“You look sadder today, and you haven’t been home very much this week. You sure everything is okay?”

“I’m sure, just, do you remember that battle arena thing that was happening a few minutes away from the hospital.”

“Yea, I think so.”

“Well, who could have guessed that there were so many hurt people and such a small amount of healers on staff that they would have to send a few to us. Look, I can tell you about the exciting adventures of healing small cuts and bruises all night in the morning, after I finally get some sleep.”

“Are you sure that’s it?”

“Yes, Potter, I know the difference between being sad and tired.”

“No deep-seated issues?”

“Not currently.”

“So, you’re perfectly fine.”

“If being sleep deprived is the same as fine, then yes, Potter, I’m more than perfectly fine.”

“If you say so,” Harry replied, scooping Draco up and carrying him over to his side of the bed, “But just in case, I think I’ll need to be in here with you. You know, cause I still think you’re lying about now having any issues right now.”

“If that’s what it takes to keep you in here all night, then think whatever you want,” Draco replied while Harry got into bed and pulled him into a hug, making Draco almost immediately doze off the minute he finished his sentence.

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hi! for the prompt thing, maybe 50 & 85? 🥰if it doesn't inspire you feel free to pick one or the other <3 love your writing!!

Thank you lovely Nonnie! I went back and forth on this one a little; I had a fluffy and a flangsty idea, and ultimately @starlitsilvereyes enabled me, as they always do, to pick flangst. So here we are. I apologize, Nonnie, if you'd wanted pure fluff, but I promise to make the ending worth it. Enjoy! 50 and 85 are "first kiss" and "road trip"

A bright light came into view, making Harry squint as he opened his eyes.

His body felt heavy and sluggish, which wasn't helped by the stiff, unfamiliar mattress beneath him.

Someone stood over him, muttering something that sounded like his name. but his brain was slow to process the image and accompanying sound of the person's voice.

"Harry--it's me. Can you understand me? NURSE! Harry, look at me, it's--"

"Draco?" Harry's voice was scratchy, his throat parched.

Harry blinked rapidly to make sure that the sight of tears welling in Draco's eyes was, in fact, real and not another strange dream.

A new person--someone Harry was confident he didn't know--suddenly appeared at his bedside, looking over him with a stoic expression and checking some beeping machine beside him. They came and went quickly, shutting the door behind them. Harry turned his attention to Draco, who he now realized was clutching his hand; Harry was grateful for the sensation, grounding and real.

"Water," he rasped, and Draco immediately reached onto a nearby table and placed a glass of water into Harry's free, shaking hand. It was probably from a sink in the hospital bathroom, but it was still one of the best cups of water he'd ever had, a cool relief sliding easily down his throat.

"What happened?" He said once he felt able to speak.

Draco bit his lip. "We were in an accident. You were driving us--we're using a Mug--a car because the suspect is--"

"Right, I remember that part. How did the crash happen? Are you okay?"

"It was dark and you couldn't see very well. You hit the breaks too soon; we ended up driving into a tree in a nearby forest. I'm fine, other than a little whiplash, but you just came out of surgery."

"What'd they do?"

"You've got 20 stitches, along your stomach." Draco closes his eyes, his own voice quieter than the steady beeping of the machine next to Harry.

"So I'm in a Muggle hospital?"

"Shh," Draco looked around them before nodding. "Yes, careful of the statute."

"Right. So where's the doctor?"

"She'll be in soon. I thought you might be a little less overwhelmed with just me here."

Something opened up in Harry's chest, warm and pleased. "I am. Glad you're here, I mean. Just us."

A smile tugged at the corner of Draco's lips. "Me too."

Harry didn't understand how someone could still look so gorgeous under hospital lights, but Draco managed it somehow. He had bags under his eyes and his lip trembled every so often, but Draco still managed to be more beautiful than anyone else Harry'd ever seen.

"C'mere, I wan' tell you something." The words were out of Harry's mouth before he knew it, but he didn't regret them.

Draco's eyebrows knit. "What--are you alright?"

"Yeah just--c'mere."

Draco bent down slowly, hesitatingly, just enough for Harry to finally close the distance and capture his lips.

Harry moved his lips against Draco's still, shocked ones; he started to pull away, an apology at the ready, when Draco finally responded, moving against Harry's mouth with passion.

Draco pulled away in shock, and Harry's stomach dropped.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I--"

"Don't be, Draco, it's--"

"You've just had surgery, you've got to take it easy. No more snogging until you're recovered."

Relief wrapped around Harry's heart like a warm blanket. "We'll see about that," his mouth stretched into a grin, cracking his slightly chapped lips. Draco's look of fond exasperation was worth it.

Outside, the sun rose over the horizon, its rays illuminating a lush green forest and bringing the dawn of a new day.

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