#literally the sexiest draco

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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons

author’s note: based on a request i received. i am feral.

- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.

You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.

Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.

Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--

because, undeniably so, he’s at his fucking sexiest when he’s pissed.

As Pansy’s chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.

Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.

Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.

You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and you’d try not to smirk.

Thrilled, you’d inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.

He’d shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.

His reactions would fuel your fire, and you’d keep going, grazing over his crotch, and he’d groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and that’s when he’d had enough.

Shifting his hand, he’d grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong you’d almost squeal. A silent warning.

He’d lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as he’d whisper, “you’re lucky I have some dignity…but keep it up and I’ll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.”

your grin would be unmissable, and you’d only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise was literally just eating. And that’s all it took.

That’s all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.

He’d been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.

You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.

You couldn’t help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.

And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didn’t falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.

If anything, it intensified.

Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldn’t explain.

The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.

And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

But then, with his typical Zabini composure, he’d go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.

As you dared to inch higher, he’d seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, it’d seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.

At this point, you’d be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.

But then, as you’d get close to his crotch, dangerously close, he’d lean in, his voice so deep it’d send chills down your spine.

“You better stop.”

You’d grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Or what?”

“You just wait until I get you alone, babygirl…” he’d smirk, wetting his lips. “I’ll get you back real fucking good.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.

Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.

Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.

All class he’d stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.

And you’d do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.

You’d shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.

“So, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?”

You’d inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.

As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, he’d freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though it’d just grown two legs and spoke to him.

You’d grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as he’d slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.

“I-uh…he’s, he’s good-“ he’d stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. “Thorough.”

“Oh, thorough, huh?” You’d tease, grin widening. “Why don’t you elaborate on that?”

His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

He’d be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldn’t dare stop you, playing it off until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Then he’d lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.

“My dorm, right now.” He’d practically beg. “I fucking need you.”

Mattheo Riddle.

Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.

Because ‘teasing’, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.

You’d attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time you’d found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.

Mattheo never failed to let you know that he’d take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.

‘Don’t poke the dragon’ or ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.

and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.

And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.

First one being that you’d slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.

Even though you’d made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, he’d somehow still managed to ‘forget’.

And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didn’t have time for morning sex.

Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.

You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. He’d instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.

You’d inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.

Mattheo’s jaw would tighten, so much it’d genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.

But then, he’d grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.

You’d be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; “I need you so fucking bad, Matty…”

He’d snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.

“You’re going to regret this, princess…” he’d mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. “Can’t keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?”

You’d increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and you’d know he wasn’t bluffing.

“I should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for me….”

You’d smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. He’d drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.

Theodore Nott.

You were fucking bored.

So unbelievably bored that you weren’t sure how much more of it you’d be able to take.

The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzo’s mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.

Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.

It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.

In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.

“So, what are we planning on doing this weekend?”

As Theo looked up, you’d instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.

“Can’t speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,” he’d murmur, leaning in for a kiss.

Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.

As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, you’d smile as he slowly pulled back. “Oh, yeah? And what might that be?”

That’s when you’d put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.

He’d spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and you’d gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.

he’d smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;

“You…you, and you again…”

Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and you’d just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.

Tom Riddle.

If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.

You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,

but after he’d spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished he’d drill something else into you, instead.

And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.

In between bites of food he’d ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when you’d undoubtedly get it wrong, he’d sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.

But no matter how many times he’d repeat it, it didn’t fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.

To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tom’s big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-

Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.

Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,

As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,

“Can you repeat that part for me again, Tom?…” you’d murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. “Silly me…I don’t think I heard you correctly…”

Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first he’d try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck he’d left off.

But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, he’d groan, slamming the book shut.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He’d hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.

“Let’s go before I bend you over the fucking table.”

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Our fandom icon @bluebutter-art is celebrating her birthday today and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to once again scream about this fantastic human and unbelievably talented artist. I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone how gifted Blue is, and how she has created 90% of my all-time favourite Drarry artworks at this point - her depictions speak so deeply to my soul that they’ve easily become my personal headcanon for these characters, not only in terms of appearance, mannerisms, posture and gadgets, but also storytelling-wise. To me Blue is just like a fic writer in the sense she’s able to come up with these rich, vibrant, aesthetically gorgeous and tender love stories, and that’s without including a single line of dialogue if she so desires. Her work has such emotional depth and resonance it feels like I’m reading a 30k fic with exciting plots, charming characters, witty flirting and the gentlest, sexiest get together. It’s just so impressive - and quite unbelievable to think we’re this lucky to have someone like her in our fandom. I don’t know how Blue gets to tug at my poor heartstrings every.single.time with poignant character arcs, witty expressions and compelling physique 🥵

Beyond her undeniable skill, Blue is also joyful, enthusiastic and supportive presence in the fandom. She shares unconditional love for fic, creators and friends, and it’s always the best company to exchange fic recs and indulgent praise for Harry’s thighs or Draco’s hair these idiots in love. Blue darling, I’m so happy we got to become friends, I couldn’t be more excited about your return to the fandom. Thank you so much for sharing your incredible universes and work with us, I know I’m not alone when I tell you what a big role model and fandom legend you are. We are so lucky to have you around! I hope you have an incredibly day full of special moments, and I hope this little reclist will make you smile today 💜💙

6 Faves from 2021:

Dragontamers Drarry

I can’t even with soft tattooed boyfriends living in the wild and wow, that sunset is beyond perfection!!!! I wanna know all about Harry and Draco, and the life they built together out there, but at the same time I feel like Blue already told me their story with zero words, the talent! Love the vibes, the gorgeous lighting, the sense of comfort I get seeing them in their own little universe and doing what they love.

Far from the Tree | fic by aideomai

SPOILER ALERT: This art is as epic and breathtaking as the fic itself, Blue captured perfectly the satisfying sense of thrill that big reveal moment provides. BAMF swordsman Draco walking the walk of purpose is everything we deserve and I can almost taste Harry’s nosebleed watching that brilliant, god-like man confidently arriving to save the day. Absolutely brilliant!

Game On | fic by @pennygalleon

Perfect art for a perfect fic! I could cry at the delicious pub vibes, the look of challenge on their faces combined with the subtle interest in their body language, and the touching feet!!! Every time I look at this I feel so happy my chest expands. This masterpiece radiates SEXUAL TENSION in such a charming and witty way, once again Blue nails the fic vibes, and btw can’t rec this fic enough. Rivals to lovers ftw!

Ice Cream at Midnight

My favourite display of domesticity ever, this has been my personal Drarry headcanon since Blue posted it. Absolutely obsessed with the contrast in their tastes, the unimpressed expressions, Draco’s sexy glasses and delicate bony feet, Harry’s iconic killing thighs (maybe even literally?? who knows, not me but I’d love to 🤭). Nothing was ever the same after this magnificent Harry came to life, jfc I’m so hot for him

Slytherin Draco

Excuse me, why so handsome sir?? This breathtaking Slytherin Draco makes me swoon, he looks so regal and confident and THAT BESPOKE OUTFIT is so lush!!! I can’t believe the level of detail too, that look is so well crafted and thought out! The jewelry, the gloves, the rings!!! 🤯 my god, this Draco could step on my face and I’d thank him lol yes sir pls do come in and ruin my life. Anyone else getting Astolat vibes out of this art?

Sunkissed (Ron/Harry) | fic by @static-abyss

The softest Rarry art you’ll see today! Blue captured the tenderness and certainty of that scene so well, I love how deeply in love and content they look together, their smiles as if sharing a secret we’re not supposed to hear. Just peak romance, and for a rare pair I came to love thanks to this beautiful, gentle fic! Highly recommend if you haven’t read it yet.

5 Faves from 2022:

Auror Husbands

Everything I had to say about this art was written here. This is one of the best, most thoughtful and exciting gifts I’ve ever gotten and it made me salivate over Harry’s arms and thighs FOR DAYS. I couldn’t write a single thought for days and had to wax poetry throw 195258 different scenarios I came up with into Blue’s DMs instead, so embarrassing. I’m a hoe for one (1) man 😔

BAMF girlfriends at the Gala (Ginny/Pansy)

My god, they look so incredibly hot AND powerful together, I can’t even make a coherent comment. Just so.. obsessed with Ginny’s athletic physique and those sinful dresses and the easy intimacy they share! Where’s this action fic with badass girlfriends attending a gala undercover and saving the day??? @teacup-tai tell me you’ve seen this

Draco’s 42

The ultimate established relationship art! I’m so weak for domesticity it’s not even funny and this art explores soft intimacy in a whole new level, ugh it makes my heart ache. Draco in reading glasses, an ode to Turn in his hands, that perfect aristocratic nose and the soft content smile on his face are truly a sight to behold. I fell immediately, utterly in love with this and didn’t think twice before asking for Blue’s permission to use it as a banner for my Valentines Day recs.

Harry & James

This one hits right in the feels, father & son artworks always get me emotional af and this is such a beautiful homage to Harry and James. I love that Blue initially wanted to leave their identities in the open but went for that lovely Hedwig tattoo in the end, which hits in the solar plexus as much as the rest of it, so impossibly tender. Also…. That glorious light hitting his profile??? Superb

Surface Texture (Harry/Teddy) | fic by @the-starryknight

First of all, this fic is exquisite. I have a major soft spot for it (one of the very best Harry/Teddy shorts out there, go read it ASAP) so I felt personally attacked spoiled when I saw that Blue had created art for it. Early Christmas!!! The way she (again) captured the quiet, sexy, intimate vibes leaves me speechless over and over. Her serene and focused artist Teddy and confident model Harry in quiet display have me drooling, you can almost taste the low key tension between them and keep wondering when they’re about to snap 🔥

4 NSFW:

Almost Like Home | Full Version (fic by @thesleepiesthufflepuff)

I think this was the very first nsfw art of Blue’s I saw and I still remember being 100% obliterated by the beautiful and sensual intimacy of it. The scenario, the atmosphere, the look of utter abandonment on Harry’s face, the soft hand touching! It’s so very hot and tender, and a perfect way to illustrate this incredibly gentle fic with friends with benefits and pining!Draco, my jam. Once again the morning light just takes my breath away, it’s so ethereal!

Golden Hour

When I tell you I legit gasped out loud seeing this jaw-dropping bondage art, holy shit! Harry and Draco both look so powerful from different perspectives, the unflinching gaze and confident stance are killing me. I cannot handle the amount of BDE displayed here. Draco’s bulge smirk and tattoo are 🔥 and Harry’s sculpted like a greek god I mean, how’s that even possible? Would give anything to learn more about this universe and their lives in it!

I just know his bum

This comic is simply iconic, so funny and deliciously hot! I found that take on the glory hole trope really sweet, and Draco’s gorgeous tattoo is such a sight! Also, Ron’s and Hermione’s confused reaction at the end cackles me up, this is hilarious! Such a great way to explore identity porn, it could go many ways from there and I love that world of possibilities too.

No Better Love

Forget aftercare, Harry accioing a glass of water for Draco mid-sex is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and the kind of smut tenderness I’m talking about 😔🙌 they both look so so gorgeous and in love I can’t look away, my heart bursts with warmth. Draco has never looked this good - sweating body and sweet fond smile riding Harry like a god, ugh that’s so very hot I’m combusting. You’re all welcome!!

3 Old(er) Gems:

Interrogation / Tumblr

Oh my, this Harry can lock me in a room anytime please and thank 🥵 I’m obsessed with his edgy, menacing look here. Talk about BDE, baby! And did you notice that hairy arm, the sexy tattoo, the shiny wedding ring?? That’s Auror Potter-Malfoy for you 🤌🏼

Sun and Moon (Atlas)

This gorgeous and poetic art isn’t as well known or loved as other Blue works and I decided to include it here as I’m sure it went off peoples radar. The ying yang aesthetics are striking, I love the detailed outfits, the vibrant colors and beautiful textures, their delicate intertwined hands! As a side note this art was based off a song that I love from this amazing album by Sleeping at Last, double kudos for that!

Wine Night

Still one of my personal favourites, I’m so soft for this brand of slice-of-life domesticity! Harry’s fond smile watching the people he loves the most together in the same room is a gorgeous portrayal of those moments of soft realization when we’re hit by the thought “god, I’m so lucky I get to be around these people”. This art captures perfectly the magic of those moments in time, and my heart is full and warm, right there with Harry’s.

2 Comics:

so rest your weary heart with me | Full Version

This is my all-time favorite Drarry comic alongside a series from Dustmouth, and hands down my favorite piece from last year’s Sudsfest. It’s still hard to talk about (or even look at) it without getting all choked up. Within just a few lovely, meaningful panels, Blue delivers the most touching, deeply emotionally packed love story. This is a triumph, a poignant journey about grief and healing, quietly devastating but still full of hope and warmth. If you haven’t checked it yet what are you even doing with your fandom life?

Sometimes it’s Now or Never

This is one of the comics I revisit the most, I adore it so so much. Auror Harry trusting Draco to patch him up after a raid is THE ULTIMATE TROPE and Blue executes it so perfectly. The storytelling is complete and effective, you can feel the trust and tenderness between these characters without needing further background on their relationship. The amount of time I spent looking at those kissing panels, mesmerized at Harry’s silent resolve and Draco’s sweet tenderness as he yields into the kiss… *sigh* peak romance!

1 Portrait:

Silver Trio

The hottest trio you’ll ever see today! I adore the perfect Super Rich Kids aesthetics and the attention to detail here - the earrings, the flawless hairstyle, the A+ cheekbones and unblinking stare, the smooth and hard lines of beautiful, aristocratic and distinctive faces! They look like the ultimate high society models and I’m 👏🏻 here 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

Bonus:

Happy Pride Art!

Couldn’t leave this one behind I mean, look at them!!!! They look so proud and happy and comfortable in their own skin it makes me wanna cry every time I see this art. The level of comfort and joy this brings me it’s unparalleled and have I mentioned those badass outfits, Ginny’s hot muscles and *le gasp* Harry’s thighs?? Enough said, RIP me. Happy Pride my friends! 🏳️‍🌈

#happy birthday Blue!!! 💜💙 #art reclist

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Weekend WIP Game

Thank you, @myheartalivewrites, for the tag!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List:

Oh my GOD. This was a mistake.

Okay, so like. Is this only including WIPs I'm actively working on? Because if so, then I have one. Very proud of that fact. I'm super focused and have the willpower to write stuff.

If you mean, like, WIPs that I started posting on AO3 and then never touched again, then... I have 8.

They are:

Five-Drink Henry (RWRB, Alex/Henry, neighbors AU) - this is the one I'm actively working on. I am so fucking determined to finish it.

Change of Plan(t)s (HP, Draco/Hermione/Neville, sex pollen trope) - it's actually marked as 2/2 chapters, which is hilarious. There is definitely supposed to be at least one more chapter.

An Auction (HP, Draco/Hermione, omegaverse) - I miss writing this one, although I am fully on my RWRB bullshit right now with no signs of turning back, lol.

Not What This Is (HP, Draco/Hermione, bloody on your doorstep trope) - I left this one on a very angsty cliffhanger. Sorry.

Where There's Smoke (HP, Draco/Hermione, firefighter AU) - everyone died. The end.

Just Like Quidditch (HP, Draco/Hermione, based on the movie Friends with Benefits) - this was fun to write but I haven't updated it in like 18 months.

Beach Retreat (HP, Draco/Hermione, only one bed trope) - I literally got until they actually slept together and then bounced.

The War Rehabilitation Centre (HP, Draco/Hermione, post-war angst and trauma) - my first fic on AO3!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Five-Drink Henry at 8,348 words. I am obviously incredible at writing very long things. Actually, now that I'm looking at all my AO3 WIPs, I'm realizing nearly all of them have petered out between 6k to 8k words. Gulp.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Five-Drink Henry, lol. Since it's the only one I'm writing.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

OMG ALL MY ANSWERS FOR THIS DAMN THING ARE GOING TO BE THE SAME FIC.

Anyway, the answer is Five-Drink Henry.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Where There's Smoke. I knew nothing about firefighting. All I had was a computer and a dream, so I read articles, interviewed people I knew (not firefighters, but people in firefighter-adjacent work), scoured Quora answers, took notes from "Day in the Life" videos, watched Station 19, etc.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The War Rehab Centre. It was an idea that moved me so much that I HAD to post it? I made, like, my SISTERS and my best friends IRL read my first chapters for me because I was so nervous about getting exactly right. And then basically no one read it and now I'm too afraid to reread it so anyway yeah that one

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I had betas for the first two chapters of Just Like Quidditch, and I had a beta for Not What This Is. For the latter, it was because I was experimenting with a non-linear style and was worried I was not pulling it off, lol. I think it turned out pretty well though although we never will know wtf happened to Draco.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Yes, 7 of them.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Five-Drink Henry has some random new people to round out Alex and Henry's friend group. I have a soft spot for Felicity, who Henry at first found intimidatingly attractive but is actually, like, his biggest fan and isn't afraid to give Alex shit.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Besides War Rehab Centre, they're actually all rated E, lol.

An Auction is sexy because of the whole alpha/omega biologically induced desperation? Where There's Smoke has this laundry room scene that I've heard is pretty enjoyable.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Not What This Is. Basically, Hermione hires Draco to sleep with her but then they catch feelings and it's all a mess but also he suddenly appears at her door quite obviously dying? There is no chapter 2.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

UGH DON'T ASK ME THIS. I pride myself on good characterization but also it feels weird to say I characterized anyone well, lol. Probably Five-Drink Henry. IDK.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

None of them. I hate describing places.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Where There's Smoke. It was the only one I did research for.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Five-Drink Henry, because it's going to be my FIRST COMPLETED MULTICHAP. YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST.

(I know What to Wear is complete but it's like 5 words long so it doesn't count.)

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

No.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Yes. the complexity of being unfinished.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I made myself laugh a lot writing Just Like Quidditch.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

No, but now I want to write a David POV into Five-Drink Henry. Really get into his mind.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

The next chapter of Five-Drink Henry is chapter 4, so Henry will be drinking 4 drinks. Did you know that? I don't think you did.

Tagging: @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @beautyberrywrites @holygnocchi @sodamnradd @eveningstruggle @eggbagelsjr @caitybellfics @ellieauthor

[thelastlynx]

Headcanon: Draco wears Penhaligon’s Blenheim Boquet during the summer, and Terre d’Hermes during the winter.

Blenheim Bouquet EdP:

Created in 1902 and taking its name from Blenheim Palace the seat of one of England’s most respected bloodlines, Blenheim Bouquet is a bracing mix of citrus oils, spices and woods.

Inhaling Blenheim Bouquet today, it is hard to imagine it was created over one hundred years ago. It is a fragrance that has continually adapted to every twist and turn of its existence. Blenheim Bouquet is discreet, sensual and immaculately turned out with a flash of heritage.

Head Notes: Lemon, Lime and Lavender Heart Notes: Blenheim Bouquet has no heart notes Base Notes: Pine, Musk and Black Pepper                  

Terre d’Hermes EdP:

Terre d'Hermès is an award-winning fragrance launched by French fashion house Hermès. The fragrance was released in March 2006, and was created by then Hermès' exclusive in-house perfumier Jean-Claude Ellena.

Head Notes: Orange, Grapefruit Heart Notes: Pepper, Pelargonium Base Notes: Patchouli, Cedar, Vetiver, Benzoin

#headcanon #dramione #draco malfoy #Perfume #penhaligon' #terre d'Hermes #what his scent smells like #this is literally the sexiest thing to me

[shespeaksinsongs]

🎀 my melody - send me a sfw idea hc about a hp character and i'll either write a hc list, or tell you what i think of it!

Draco has to be litteraly one of the best if not the best Bachelor of the wizarding community and he pretends he doesn't know it

he def pretends he doesn't know it. he's so smug w it too. like, if you're in an actual relationship with him, but the media doesn't know it yet, he'll be like:

"darling, you shouldn't forget i'm the most eligible bachelor in london..." and you'd swat his head and be like, "uh, yeah, of the year! you won't be pretty forever, draco." you said it like a joke, and you were glad draco laughed. he wasn't ever very serious with you.

literally would wear his BEST outfits, i'm talking DRIPPED UP, and go out to "run errands", when he could have sent for maids to do all those things. he just wants the attention.

SO smug, like you will NEVER catch his confidence lacking because he knows he's rich, and young, and hot, and that so many people either wanna be with him or be him

he does interviews, where they usually ask or talk about him being dubbed sexiest man alive by people 2022, and he LOVES talking about it.

"draco, draco, draco, what're your skincare tips?" a paparazzo would ask, and he'd look up and to the left, to "think" about it and go: "drink lots of water, meditate, and have good genes"

above all, though, he's actually v charming, which is why suitresses all over the continent are seeking to marry him. narcissa rolls her eyes at the amount of FANMAIL she gets every day.

when he finally meets you, he treats you as if you're the most eligible bachelorette in the wizarding world T-T a force to be reckoned with indeed

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy blurb #draco headcanons #draco hcs #draco malfoy headcanons #hlbutterflycelebration

[hogwartsfirebolt]

My 12 favorite reads of 2021

Hi everyone! This is an edit I made to showcase my 12 favorite fics of the year. I had an amazing reading year, in quite a different way than I had before, and that is: Most of the authors on this list haven't been featured in any of my yearly rec lists before!! And that makes me super happy because this fandom is full of incredibly talented people and I'm so happy to have found them this year, experienced their work and now be able to share it with you! So here goes, in no particular order:

1. first words of a shooting star - @piarelei - 15k - E

This story is about brandy abstinence, raising your son to be a better man than you are, indulging in hot chocolate with your best friend, and falling in love with Harry Potter. Or Draco accidentally gets knocked up. It's all Harry's fault.

This was my last fic of the year and I was over the moon with how much I loved it. Harry's characterization is my kryptonite, and the themes explored warmed my heart and made me weak. A delicate, purposeful approach to falling in love and gaining a family in the process.

2. tinder, flicker, flash - @americanmoths - 80k - M

Molly Weasley takes Draco in after Narcissa, wanted for many murders and schemes, abandons him in the forbidden forest. This is a Drarry story, so obvs your fav schoolyard enemies fall in love, but first Draco has to learn to love his adopted family. ft. magical Zoom calls, gay solidarity, a prank war, a real war and George Weasley’s unsubstantiated belief in his own psychic abilities. a story where nobody makes any good decisions, yet everything turns out ok.

No words can describe how much I adore this. The worldbuilding is incredible, and the redesigning of the character arcs is masterful and stunning. My favorite depiction of Draco I've read in a long time, an intriguing take on the war and magical theory, my new favorite Malfoy family dynamics, the best Draco and Ginny friendship I've ever read. Truly, every detail of this will live in my mind rent free forever. I was itching for a reread the very second I finished it.

3. sink your teeth in - @softlystarstruck - 3k - E

Harry, or the wolf, or the wolf-that-is-Harry, is possessive. But he's trying not to show it. Draco, though? Draco wants to be wanted.

Anyone, literally, anyone who knows me will tell you that my two favorite things in the world are werewolves and a powerful Harry Potter. The way Bee managed to crystalize every single one of my daydreams into this absolute stunning, scorching hot gem of a fic, launched me directly into the sun. My personal hottest fic of the year. This is also a blanket rec for everything Bee has ever written. They have the best pen I've had the pleasure of encountering in a while.

4. Watch The Castles Burn - @moonflower-rose - 21k - E

Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

Probably my most reread fic of the year. This morning I finished my 7th reread, and I'm not stopping anytime soon because it just has the most delicious, mercurial dynamic with the absolute perfect dose of pining between friends with benefits who have no clue how to talk to each other. A proud Draco Malfoy who is surprisingly vulnerable and has no idea how hot he is, an equally oblivious Harry, meddling friends and Quidditch tops that are way too tight. Every word of this is a treat and a half.

5. Intention - @the-sinking-ship - 6k - E

Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

The way that just thinking about this fic has me fanning myself really tells you everything. The sexiest Harry, with a purposeful possessiveness and focus that makes him unstoppable until he has Draco right where he wants him. It's the kind of story that will have you breathing heavily and scrolling right back to the top as soon as you finish reading it.

6. The Arc of the Pendulum - brummell - 30k - E

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right.

The most interesting take on werewolves I have ever read in fic. Very much a beauty and the beast retelling, with a lovely Draco who just wants to make things right and a... slightly feral Harry. The perfect combination of dark, sexy and sweet. Can't recommend it enough.

7. Echoes - @static-abyss - 5k - T

His name is Kier Warden, pureblood, white as fucking snow with big blue eyes and an arrogant tilt to his chin. He's got soft blonde curls and a winning smile, straight white teeth. He's perfect for the Wizengamot, the picture of abashed contrition whenever anyone turns to look at him. "Sorry, Mr Potter," he says. "I don't know what came over me." Except Harry knows. Because he heard the low murmur right before Warden bit him, the foul insult followed by the open disdain. He bit Harry because he can't stand that the Wizarding world loves someone who isn't perfectly white. He can't take the way the Wizarding world seemingly worships the ground Harry walks on. Kier Warden hates him, that's why he bit him.

God. I can't fit the many ways in which this fic resonated with me in just one comment. It speaks not only to my love for the pairing, or Harry's character, or even werewolf lore, no, it goes as deep as touching the strings of my Mexican roots. The culture in this, the traditions and grief and love, are so beautifully done that I struggle not to tear up when I remember it. Truly just a beauty of a story.

8. Veđr - @shealwaysreads - 2.7k - M

Norsemen have ranged far enough inland to find Harry, alone and abandoned by his kith and kin. But they bring far more than danger with them, they bring adventure, they bring magic.

Beautifully written, lyrical and unique. This story feels like it was built on the very foundations of the world, and it deals with magic, nature, power, finding your own people or letting them find you. One of my absolute favorite works by one of my absolute favorite authors. Honestly, truly one of a kind.

9. On Truth and Understanding - @iero0 - 21k - E

Draco doesn't know how to say certain things. Harry doesn't know how to ask for them. On a sultry summer's night, they finally talk about past wounds, current problems, and the future options that will change their lives forever.

Gorgeous, raw honesty in this incredible story about learning to show yourself, to talk to the person you love and find unconditional trust right back. This fic holds one of the most genuine, important conversations I've ever read them having, and the way the author approaches that, with impossible care and gentleness, had me tearing up the whole way through. Absolutely heart warming.

10. Quick As A Flash of Lightning, Unhurried As Eternity - @onbeinganangel - 10k - E

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself?

The loveliest take of a glimpse into a better life. My heart ached for this Harry, his worries and his wants, and it was endlessly soothed by the love depicted in every detail of the world he finds himself in. With gorgeous prose and vivid emotions, the author guides us tenderly through it all. A complete beauty.

11. In Pursuit of Lost Marbles - @graymatters - 22k - T

Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger. He tries not to flinch when Harry calls him sir, but he smiles when bits of the old Harry emerge. Eventually, Draco leads Harry to the Pensieve where he shows him pieces of the life they've built together, what Harry will come home to, one day, when this is all over. Then, Draco waits. He waits, and he hopes.

The ache of endless hope is presented in the most beautifully heartbreaking way. It is exactly as painful as you imagine from the summary, but just as soothing and beautiful in the immense love Draco holds for Harry, and how powerful a force it is. A tale of a life and home and hope, it made me cry and clutch my chest with happiness too.

12. Contractually Obligated - @fluxweeed - 11k - T

In what universe is it fair that marrying Draco Malfoy is the only way for Harry to get his magic back?

And last but absolutely not least, a favorite of mine amongst the many gems of this author's works! All the pining of an arranged marriage, with intriguing theory and amazing characterization. The nuance and depth of the characters is incredible, and the hints we get of their pasts and possible futures even more so. A fun, lovely, aching story that I could read and read and read and never ever get tired. The sequel is ALSO INCREDIBLE.

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All these stories made my year, I hope they bring you as much happiness as they brought me. Happy new year!

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry rec list #draco malfoy #harry potter #mine #ficrec #myedit

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hello! Can I request an imagine with Draco and a Slytherin! Reader where they both are totally in love with each other and maybe one day in class Draco is being particularly needy/frustrated one day and she’s his partner and sees he’s super hard and she teases him but when class is over he asks the reader to give him a blowjob because he loves her mouth and he’s just so whiny and he later spoils the hell out of his girl at Hogsmeade!

This is literally SOOOO LONG!! I don’t know why I wrote so much, but I just really wanted to include all that stuff, lol. My excuse for the length is that I hit a 1,000 followers about two days ago so this is the celebratory piece! 

This goes without saying, but this piece contains a lot of sexual content so please do not read if you are underage or uncomfortable with said topics. I also wrote this in a different perspective because I wanted to try it out so I hope you enjoy!

Warning: SMUT, Oral (Male Receiving)

Title: Princess

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It was a warm summer’s day, close to the start of the new term. These past few weeks at Malfoy Manor had been tense and Draco often found himself rather stressed . A large part of him felt guilty for leaving his mother at home in the presence of Lord Voldemort, but another part of him felt grateful to be out of his sight. Finally, he could escape the Dark Lord’s watchful eyes, but he could not escape the plan set for him to complete.

Draco’s eyebrows knitted together as he squinted towards the merchandise wall inside Twilfitt and Tattings. Even when he was not around, Draco could still sense the Dark Lord’s influence and the constant reminder of the outcome if he were to fail. However, as he thought of better ways to mend the vanishing cabinet, something caught his attention.  

“Draco darling,” You called to him, stepping out of the changing room with a small smile on your face. Draco’s eyes widened in an instant, a lump forming in his throat as he examined the champagne dress clinging to your body. It was a delicate number with thin, spaghetti strap sleeves attached to the cowl-neck gown, the silk fabric shimmering softly as you stepped onto the podium.  

With a content hum, Draco pushed himself off the wall, his grey eyes locked with yours in the shop mirror as he walked towards you. He rested his hand against your waist, his fingers tenderly sliding down to feel the smooth silk against them, “You look ravishing,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell of it before stepping back to get a better view of you.  

You smiled satisfyingly, taking a moment to admire the all-black ensemble he wore and how it slimmed him down in all the right places. He stood in a black turtleneck and a fitted suit jacket, his left hand in the pocket of his slacks while the thumb of the other swiped over his bottom lip. A string of questions crossed through Draco’s mind, “When would you wear this?” he thought, tapping his finger against his chin.  

Surely, there was no surprise ball this year, he would’ve heard by now. “Would you wear it on a date?” he questioned, imagining a scenario where the two of you ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, illuminated by just candlelight. “Even better,” Draco trailed off, his eyes lingering over your arse as you admired yourself in the mirror, looking over your shoulder to see the diamond detail that connected the open back, “What would such an expensive piece of clothing look like on his dormitory floor?”  

Draco recalled the conversation he shared with his mother a week prior, where she had counseled him after a particularly difficult day. Narcissa Malfoy had an interesting way of comforting her son. Of course, she sat and listened to him, holding him as he cried, a mixture of guilt and failure coursing through her veins as she fought against the Dark Lord’s plans for her beloved son. The next day, however, she entered Draco’s room with a smile and presented a brand-new wardrobe for him as a start of term gift.  

Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Draco gave a gentle smile and looked up at you, instantly meeting your hopeful eyes.  

“Oh, those eyes” 

“I’m not sure if I should get it,” You admitted, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout as you hopped off the podium and halted in front of the platinum-haired boy. Closing his eyes, Draco took a deep breath, captivated by the intoxicating smell of vanilla radiating off your body. An exquisite aroma, packaged in a —hand-blown— glass perfume bottle with delicate golden leaves painted onto it, finished off with your initials carved at the bottom of it.  

Another one of Draco’s thoughtful gifts.  

“And why is that?” asked Draco, his hand resting against the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles against your jaw. The dress was cut just right, the tight, draped bodice granted him a wonderful view of your breasts, but he looked away to halt the tightening of his pants.  

“I’ve got no occasion for a dress like this,” declared a slightly defeated (Y/N), taking another glance in the mirror, “Well, we’ve still got the goodbye dinner with your parents” You recalled, running your hands down your hips, unintentionally catching Draco’s attention as he remembered the family dinner he had forgotten about. 

“That settles it then,” announced Draco in a chipper tone, “I’ll buy the dress,” he grinned, stepping towards his girlfriend, but halting by the display of diamond accessories. With a glance over the merchandise, he pointed at a necklace set with a pair of earrings, receiving praises from the shopkeeper. Taking the necklace from the older wizard, Draco walked over to (Y/N), “turn around,” he uttered and you happily obliged, watching him as he placed the delicate piece around your neck.  

“Draco-” you began to protest, but he only pressed a kiss against your cheek, clasping the necklace and letting his fingers linger at the back of your neck. The necklace was a breathtaking, diamond necklace with seven glittering emeralds spread evenly across the center.  

“The bracelet and earrings will do nicely as well,” Draco said, nodding his head in approval and signaling for the shopkeeper to begin ringing them up. You opened your mouth to protest again, but Draco placed his finger against your lips, “I believe you recall what I’ve told you, hm?” he teased, raising a questioning eyebrow as (Y/N) nodded, fighting back a smile, “Then, let Daddy spoil you, Princess.”  

There was no denying the power Draco’s tone held over you. His words shot straight between your legs, the feeling of his lips pressed against the side of your neck making you fall against him, finally becoming aware of his erection now pressed against your thigh. 

“Let's finish up so we can go back to the Manor,” you proposed, shifting your thigh ever so slightly to provide him with some much-needed friction. Draco bit his lip and gave a stiff nod, stepping away from you before you could tease him further.  

“Go change,” he ordered, the cocky smirk returning to his lips, “You’ve got five minutes.” Running back towards the dressing room, you peeled off the dress and stepped into your usual clothes, practically sprinting out of it once finished. After a hasty checkout, the two of you exited the shop hand-in-hand, the bag containing your gifts swinging in Draco’s other hand.

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This school year proved to be the most difficult one yet. N.E.W.T.s we’re now less than a year away and it was never too soon to begin revising. You, however, found it quite difficult to focus on school these last few days. Despite his constant reassurances that he was all right, (Y/N) found some of Draco’s recent behavior quite odd. This strange feeling first arose the week you stayed at Malfoy Manor, where the four of them sat cautiously at a table with Draco’s aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. You had always had a good relationship with Draco’s relatives, but it was clear to you something was occurring under wraps, something Draco did not want you to know about. Noting his hesitation whenever you brought up the subject, you decided against prying any more information out of him and returned to your studies. Your dedication to academic achievement, much to your surprise, did not go unnoticed by the new Potions Master at Hogwarts, who had heard all about you and Miss Hermione Granger, the two top students of the sixth year.  

Horace Slughorn was a portly, older man, but very gifted with potions and an excellent Professor. Upon arrival, he sought out some of the school’s most promising students and invited them to his office for an elegant dinner. One morning, during breakfast, your owl dropped the intricately decorated envelope right in front of your plate. You had no chance to conceal the envelope from your curious boyfriend, the same one that had tried, without succeeding, to get invited to said dinner.  

However, to your surprise, Draco was not upset. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and muttered the words, “You deserve it, baby girl.” The pet name sends chills down your spine, a smile playing at your lip as his hand rests upon your knee, the cold metal of his rings easing any sort of tension in your body. His left hand rested against your jawline, his slender fingers twiddling with the pearl earring, admiring the small ruby motif encrusted right above the hanging pearl.  

(Y/N) leaned her cheek against his palm, setting the invitation down on the dining hall table, “Are you sure, Darling?” you questioned, taking the time to rest your hand over his, “I might not be able to fit it into my schedule...” you admitted, thoughts of Draco’s mysterious disappearances crossing your mind. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, Draco pressed a soft kiss against the back of it before leaning to press one against your lips.  

“I think,” he started, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, “You should go show them what the brightest, most caring, and, without a doubt, sexiest girl in Slytherin House has to offer” Draco praised, giving your thigh a small squeeze before dipping to steal another kiss from you, “How does that sound?” He asked sweetly, showering you with yet another kiss, this one against your forehead.  

It was no secret that Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N) were truly and undeniably in love. Often, the corridors were filled with the incessant whispers of jealous girls who longed for Draco’s attention, but he paid no attention to them. The Slytherin Prince only had eyes for you, the only constant ray of sunshine in his life. Whenever he looked at you, he reminded himself of his vow to keep you completely satisfied, and the only reward he wanted was seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. You were everything to him. You were the only one who knew about his previous family troubles, the one who would hold him when he cried during the late hours of the evening. The one who would fix his tie the second it seemed out of place, the one who would rub his shoulders whenever you noticed him bent over his assignments.  

He would do everything and anything to ensure you felt like the luckiest girl in the world because he knew you, out of all people, deserved it the most.  

”You make an excellent point, Mr. Malfoy,” You grinned, nodding your head in agreement, and flinging your arms around his shoulders. A soft smile crept up Draco’s lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest and placing a kiss at the top of your head.  

“Don’t I always?” teased Draco, running his fingers through your hair as the other students exited the Great Hall and made their way towards the classes. Rolling your eyes at his response, you placed your hand against his cheek, stealing a kiss from him this time and rising from your seat.  

“We should go,” you announced, stretching your hand out for him to grab, which he happily obliged, rising from the bench and escorting you to your classroom.  

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 A week had passed since Slughorn’s dinner party, the memory of the evening still fresh in Draco’s mind as he tapped his fingers against the wooden desk. Needless to say, he was not particularly pleased with the events of last Saturday. One of Slughorn’s guests had taken quite the liking to you, practically undressing you with his eyes during breakfast hours, something Draco found incredibly disrespectful. He recalled the way Cormac McLaggen eyed you this morning when you bent over to kiss your boyfriend goodbye, skipping out of the Great Hall without a care in the world.  

Draco clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his eyebrows knitted together, sparks of frustration igniting within him. Not only was McLaggen ogling you like you were his last meal, but he was also casually brushing up beside you in the corridors, shooting Draco arrogant smirks when they locked eyes.  

Oh, how he would love to jinx that insufferable look off his face. Yeah, that’ll show him.  

He should have been paying attention to Professor Flitwick discussing the proper hand movement for the Gouging Spell, but the thoughts of McLaggen badgering you when he was not around boiled his blood. In hindsight, it was a good thing he was neglecting this lesson because the prospect of gouging a large hole through Cormac seemed very appealing. 

You were particularly busy this week and did not have a lot of time to spend with Draco. Sure, the two of you bid your usual goodnights in the Slytherin common room, but your studying had kept you away from Draco. Due to this, Draco Malfoy was left very touch starved and found himself daydreaming of your earlier rendezvous around the castle.  

Draco turned his head towards you, his face relaxing at once as he watched you diligently taking notes, as usual. You had your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing it softly as your quill scratched against the parchment. With a content sigh, he admired your concentration and wondered how a person could be that gorgeous. He was, truly, the luckiest man in the world when it came to you.  

He supposed that one could not blame McLaggen for falling for you- I mean, who wouldn’t? Any person would be swept off their feet if you entered the room wearing those silk dresses you were oh so fond of. Draco glanced down at those pretty, pink lips of yours, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as you parted them, tongue swiping over your upper lip as you added the final details to your diagram.  

Biting his lip, Draco forced his attention towards Professor Flitwick, but it was already too late. The thoughts of you, sprawled across his bed at Malfoy Manor were enough to replace his earlier frustrations with feelings of lust.  

“Stop,” thought Draco, closing his eyes to contain his feelings, but it was no use. Your lips made an “O” shape when you finally grasped the Charms concepts, making goosebumps appear on Draco’s skin as he shuddered.  

What he would do to have you begging for him right now.  

His pants grew considerably tighter and he couldn’t help but feel grateful towards the school uniforms. The robe he was wearing did a decent job at hiding his current problem, but he knew it would be noticeable when he stood. However, that did not stop him from hearing the way you called his name in the back of his head.  

“Please, Draco...”

“Fuck,” cursed Draco under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a slight touch of pink dusting his cheeks. Unable to keep his eyes away, Draco looked back towards you, scanning the soft skin of your neck, and noting how awfully bare it looked. With his self-restraint wavering, he subtly slid down the bench you shared and rested his hand on your knee, something he did quite often. However, you did not question him until you felt his lips against your neck and a hand wrapped tightly around your thigh. Turning your head to face him, you were surprised to see him with his hand over his mouth, his eyes averted from yours as his fingers danced against the smooth skin of your inner thigh.  

“Draco,” you cooed, but the only response you received was a rather harsh nip at your neck, “Draco, someone will see…”  

“I don’t care,” Draco snarled against your ear, “I need this bloody class to be over…” He murmured in a much softer tone, his hand rubbing circles against your thigh and inching closer to your clothed heat. But once you turned to scold him, you noticed the dark, red blush that painted his cheeks and felt his hot breath fanning against your face.  

“Are you alright?” you asked cautiously, innocently rubbing your thumb against his thigh, but that only made Draco twitch in his seat, and his reaction suddenly lit the bulb over your head. Your lips curled into a smirk as your hand moved closer to the bulge on Draco’s pants, turning your attention towards the front of the class as you continued your movements.  

Luckily, the two of you sat at the farthest end of the Charms classroom, away from any overly inquisitive eyes. You were certain nobody would notice, if Draco kept his cool, the two of you would be in the clear.  

“Couldn’t even wait till class was over?” You tutted, delicately tracing your fingers over his crotch, and smirking as he shifted in his seat, “Be careful, I don’t want us to get caught.” You added, firmly cupping his erection through his slacks, a wide grin spreading across your face as he doubled down and hid his face behind a book he propped up. It was honestly quite surprising to see Draco this way. Usually, he would be the one teasing you to no end, but you were currently in control and that was enough to light the fire of your arousal.  

“D-Don’t stop,” Draco pleaded under his breath, biting down on his thumb to hold back a moan as your palm worked to release the built-up tension. Encouraged by his dick twitching underneath your hand, you quickened your pace and watched as he parted his lips, struggling to keep any sound from coming out. As his breathing grew more ragged, you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your touch, indicating that his release would wash over him soon.  

Fighting to keep the small sense of composure he had left, Draco gripped (Y/N)’s wrist and halted her movements. It took him a minute to catch his breath, but when he did, he spoke in a low whisper, “Wait...” His eyes never met yours because if he looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, he would not be able to control himself. And although the prospect of taking you over the desk seemed quite promising, he did not fancy the idea of letting the rest of the student body see you bent over in such a vulnerable state.  

That was only for him, of course.  

“What’s wrong, Darling?” You teased letting your fingers trace over his crotch again, but he only clicked his tongue at you. Draco knew you too well, he knew you were only trying to rile him up again, but he could not let that happen, not right now. With adrenaline coursing through your body, you leaned towards Draco and let your breath fan against his neck before licking a stripe behind his ear, “Didn’t want to come all over those expensive slacks of yours, hm?” You murmured, gently nipping his earlobe, and taking his momentary lapse of strength to palm his erection once more.  

Draco gritted his teeth once again, pulling your hand away from his pants, “I said wait,” he growled, his lust-clouded eyes finally meeting yours, “You do know how to follow instructions, don’t you?” He asked in a much harsher, more desperate tone.  

“Depends on who’s giving them.” You replied sarcastically, placing your free hand on his knee with a smirk.  

However, Draco did not get a chance to shoot his response back at you. Once the bell signaling the end of class rang, he shot up off his seat and gathered both your belongings before taking your hand and hastily pulling you out of the classroom. A few students stared as the two of you rushed down the hall, blushing in embarrassment as you stumbled after Draco.

His hand gripped yours tightly, leading you towards the Prefects’ bathroom, and stuttering out the password once the two of you arrived. Flinging your book bags across the floor, Draco turned and stalked towards you making you step back until your back hit something solid.

“Think you’re funny, are you?” sneered Draco, pinning you against one of the cubicles, his thigh pressed firmly between your legs and his right forearm braced beside your head. Replicating your earlier movements, Draco dragged his tongue underneath your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, making you gasp. “Why don’t we put that filthy mouth of yours to better use?” He cooed, blowing a puff of air against your ear, and admiring it as it turned red.  

With a sudden burst of confidence, you gripped his robes and pulled his face towards yours, breaths mingling together, “I think,” You muttered, leaning your lips close to his, “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day…” Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, you crashed your lips against Draco’s, fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair. Draco returned your kiss eagerly, his hands cupping your arse underneath your skirt and pulling your body flush against his.  

You could feel Draco growing more impatient by the minute. His hands were grabbing desperately at your skin, squeezing every inch of bare flesh he could feel. Longing to have you closer to him, Draco slipped his hand underneath your thigh and hooked it over his hip, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. Your back arched off the wall, hips grinding against Draco’s as your tongues laced together in a heated kiss. Tugging at your tie, Draco reached to unbutton your blouse and pulled it open, exposing your bra-clad breasts.  

He pressed his lips against the base of your neck, biting and sucking encouraged by your moans beside his ear. One of his hands held your thigh firmly while the other kneaded your left breast, pulling the fabric of your bra down and taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped harshly, bucking into him, and digging your fingers into his hair, messing up the parts that remained previously neat. Draco rolled his erection against your soaked panties, smiling down at your face as his hands kneaded your clothed breasts, “So pretty,” he murmured, captivated by your flushed face and the shameful sounds passing through your lips.  

Your hands reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for another kiss. This time, using the momentum to switch your positions so Draco’s back hit the stall door, earning a small moan of surprise from him. Grinning up at him, you pressed your lips against his neck and slid your hand down the front of his body, cupping him firmly as you sucked the sensitive skin. 

Draco let out gasping breaths as you moved your hand, his fingers digging into your waist, “On your knees,” commanded Draco, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. You obliged happily, dropping down to your knees and lazily running your fingers over his thighs before reaching up for his belt. After fiddling with the buckle, you took your time sliding Draco’s slacks down, purposely neglecting his throbbing dick hidden in his underwear.  

“Don’t be a tease,” snapped Draco, gripping your chin harshly, “Suck,” He commanded firmly, releasing you as you pulled down his boxer briefs. Draco’s thick length snapped up towards his lower abs, almost slapping you in the face when it sprung out of its constraints. Almost drooling at the glorious sight of his cock, you took it in your hand, running your thumb over the pre-cum leaking out of the reddened tip. Draco bucked his hips forwards, hissing at the light touch, and looking down at your concentrated expression as you slowly pumped your hand.  

Lolling your tongue out dramatically, you leaned forwards and gave the tip a kitten lick, earning a frustrated groan from Draco. Satisfied with his discomfort, you gave the swollen tip another kiss before taking his length fully into your mouth. He let out a strangled gasp in response, his eyes squeezed shut as you enthusiastically licked up his length. Sealing off your lips, much like a vacuum seal, you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around it as Draco trembled underneath you, his hand over his mouth attempting to stifle the sounds coming out of it.  

Draco looked down at you, unable to control the string of low moans and grunts spewing from his lips. The sight of your plump lips stretching around his cock made him lose the few ounces of coherent thoughts he had left in his mind. Draco let out another strangled moan, throwing his head back against the stall door as you swirl your tongue around his shaft and use your hand to pump the base of his cock. His hand flew to the back of your head when you moved to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing the trimmed tufts of hair as you choked around him, the contraction of your throat making him groan out your name.  

With another husky moan, Draco balled your hair up into a ponytail and used it as leverage to thrust into your mouth. “Yes, yes,” whimpered Draco, his face flushed red and his breath caught in his throat, “Just like that, (Y/N)” he hissed, his grey eyes flickering down and meeting yours, making his roll back again as he pulled his lip between his teeth. Your fingernails dug into the back of his thighs, squeezing them tighter as he quickened his pace. You moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending a violent quake through his body as he face-fucked you, his climax only moments away.  

“Ah, you take my cock so well, Princess” groaned Draco, his pace stuttering, “You’re so bloody gorgeous” He sighed, his fingers delving tightly into your hair as you continued to swirl your tongue around the shaft, relaxing your jaw to let the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat.  

The sounds coming from Draco’s mouth had you soaking wet and yearning to feel his load shoot down your throat. Determined to finish him off, you moved your hand to fondle his balls, moaning with satisfaction as his cock pulsated in your mouth. His breaths grew ragged and the only sounds coming from him were small whimpers and grunts. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his platinum blonde hair fell messily over his eyes, which were currently screwed shut as his face twisted with pleasure.   

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, meeting your eager ones for a second time, but it was too much. Cursing loudly, Draco’s pace grew sloppier and rougher, his body trembling as you fondled his balls once again.  

“(Y/N)!” He cried out as you gagged around him, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of your mouth as he came, hard. You struggled to swallow his heavy load, but you were adamant on taking every last drop, just how he liked it. Draco gasped as he caught his breath, his hand still in your hair as he gave your mouth two final shallow thrusts, pulling out as you licked him clean.  

With his chest heaving, Draco delicately placed his hand against your cheek and slid his thumb over your swollen lips. You press a chaste kiss against the pad of his thumb, the corners of your mouth curling up into a loving smile. He brought you back up to your feet, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all tongue before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face.  

“You’re quite chipper now, aren’t you?” You teased, hitting him playfully on the shoulder as he pulled his slacks up, tucking his shirt back into his pants and shooting you a wink.  

“Yes, actually,” He retorted, his usual smirk appearing on his lips, “And why is that?” You asked, taking the time to button your own shirt, blushing as Draco stalked towards you. He placed his hand on the side of your neck, pulling down your collar to admire the angry, red marks that decorated it.  

With a small huff, he dipped down and sucked on the spot below your jaw, your knees buckling and hands gripping his shoulders as he bit down. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Draco pulled away, smirking at the mark that would surely be visible for days.  

“Because I’m the only one who gets to have you like this,” admitted Draco, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin atop your head, “Can’t wait until I catch McLoser drooling over you, I’ll make sure to remind him who he’s dealing with.”  

You laughed at Draco’s declaration, your arms tightening around him as you embraced, “Are you ready for lunch then? He could already be there” You teased, pressing a kiss against his nose, and pulling away to pick up your bag from the bathroom floor. Draco chuckled as you skipped back towards him, giving your behind a playful smack as you walked past him, “Don’t run off thinking I won’t return the favor,” stated Draco salaciously, catching your hand and pulling you back before you could exit the bathroom.  

You looked up at him with a curious expression, “Is that so?” You questioned with a grin, walking towards him, and placing your hand on his chest, “Is it something I should look forward to?” You asked, tilting your head to the side innocently.  

Draco laughed, raising his hand to cup your cheek, “Come to my room tonight at eleven, wearing that pretty little dress from Twilfitt and Tattings,” muttered Draco, his lips close to yours once again, “I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked, his fingers dipping underneath your skirt to swipe over your clothed core.  

Shivering under his touch, you blushed embarrassingly as he examined the slick now coating his finger, “All for me, Princess?” He teased, contently licking his finger clean and grabbing his own book bag, “Actually, I was thinking about McLaggen” you quipped, stepping out of the Prefect’s bathroom with a bounce in your step which Draco followed after, his eyebrows furrowed as he flanked you. 

“Careful, Love” warned Draco with a hum, his hand sliding into yours as you walked, “or I’ll have to teach that naughty mouth of yours another lesson.”

                                               ϟ ϟ ϟ

 Your four-year anniversary drew nearer, and you found yourself worried about Draco’s behavior yet again. He grew increasingly distant as the term progressed and you could not help but worry, despite his constant reassurances, stating there was nothing to worry about. This, again, left you feeling frustrated. You and Draco started dating during your third year and it had taken a while to break down his walls to understand him, but now it seemed like some of that progress was overturned. 

However, when he was around, he always made the effort to shower you with affection and ensure you were being taken care of. Draco knew your habits better than anything, he knew you would be questioning his behavior and launching your own investigations to find the underlying cause of it, but he could not let you interfere. He was already under fire for having ‘distractions’ and had promised the Dark Lord nothing would come in the way of his success.  

To keep you safe, you had to be left in the dark. It wounded Draco to see that distraught expression on your face when he came into the common room past midnight, sometimes even asleep, curled up on the couch waiting for him to return. He felt guilty for putting you through all this, but it was necessary for your safety and nothing was more important than protecting you.  

His nights were constantly haunted by horrifying images of you injured or worse, dead in his arms after some terrible mistake he made. These thoughts were constantly wearing him down, but he could not tell you, it was just too risky to involve you in this situation. This stressful internal struggle encouraged Draco to show you how much you meant to him.  

He wanted you to know that you were, truly, the most important person in his life.  

“Draco,” You whined with your hands over your eyes as Draco led you through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, “Can’t I just open my eyes? I’ve been to Hogsmeade plenty of times” you reminded him, but he only chuckled beside you, holding you by the waist as you walked.  

“I’m trying to surprise you,” Draco stated, rolling his eyes, “So why don’t you stop complaining and follow me.” He declared, pressing a kiss against your cheek, and leading you towards the clothing shops in the village. Draco halted in front of a large store window, looking up at the dress and envisioning you in them with a proud grin.  

“Alright,” he started, grabbing the hands that covered your face, “Ready?” He murmured, pressing a kiss against her fingertips as you nodded. Counting to three, Draco pulled your hands away from your face and stepped out of your view, letting you take in the sight before you.  

In front of you stood a tall mannequin wearing a floor-length shimmering, emerald green gown with small silver detailing the bust, “Wow” you muttered breathlessly, leaning closer to the window to get a better look of the design. The mannequin turned 180 degrees, giving her a better view of the open back and long train that followed the dress.  

“Do you like it?” Draco asked, looking down at his ring with a content smile on his face. 

Your eyes scanned over the glittering, diamond pendant necklace complete with matching water drop earrings, “It’s gorgeous,” you replied, looking over at your boyfriend with a puzzled expression, “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow at him as he laughed.  

“You know me well, Darling” Draco admitted sheepishly, leading you towards the door of the stop and holding it open, “I just thought, since you’ve been attending Slughorn’s dinner parties, that you would need some more evening outfits to show off,” He stated proudly, his hand against the small of your back as he gestured you towards the changing rooms.  

“Draco, I couldn’t possibly! You bought me one at the start of term!” You protested, grabbing his hands but part of you knew his mind was already made up. 

“You’re right,” He agreed with a nod, placing his hand against your cheek, “And I’m going to buy you four more today,” He stated nonchalantly, looking back at the four sets of the dresses brought over by the shopkeeper, “You better get started,” he urged, taking a seat on the ottoman in front of the dressing room.  

With a loving smile, you captured Draco’s lips in a kiss, “I love you” You said, squeezing his hand as he returned your smile.  

“And I love you most,” He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead, and urging towards the dressing room, “Come on, I want to see how stunning you look in those.” Giggling, you ran into the changing room, winking back at Draco before sliding the curtain close and getting into the first dress.  

Several hours later, you and Draco exited the shop with four bags containing various dresses, jewelry pieces, and, even, a brand-new suit. After one final stop at Honeydukes, the two of you made your way towards the castle, treasuring the time you spent together and the memories you created while doing so.

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy reader insert #draco x slytherin #Harry Potter #Harry Potter Smut #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy x reader smut #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts request #hogwarts fan fiction #hogwarts fanfiction #hogwarts mystery fanfic

[weasvlys]

Harry Potter male characters NSFW headcanons.

P.2

Seeing that the previous part received so much love, I decided to do a second part of "Everything related to smutty activities from this HP characters"

I recommend the second part in my profile, if you want to see more content like this, follow me aaaaaand I TAKE REQUESTS.

Aaaand, WARNINGS: SMUUUUUT.

George Fabian Weasley

Everything with this boy will be sweet and intoxicating

No matter how you look, twins will always want to fuck you.

"You are the most beautiful and amazing human being there is"

Lots of sex, VERY MUCH.

This guy is a sub and loves to be penetrated, so, get ready.

Such a tease.

Do everything to make you horny in the most uncomfortable situations, he can even do it in front of his own mother.

Respectfull and so gentle, ASK YOU FIRST FOR EVERYTHING.

"You are so fucking hot baby"

Have kinks but not like his twin.

Loved to be mention he's better than his twin.

NOISY!!

Is a little insecure, always compare himself with Fred.

His sex is fast and sweet, pretty much like Neville's.

JEALOUS.

Give the best kisses and orals.

Draco Lucius Malfoy.

PUNISHMENTS.

Do I need to say that he is VERY kinky? Well, because he is, a lot.

"Call me daddy."

If necessary, he will have you shout his name so everyone knows who's boss.

He loves to spank you and tie you up.

Aaaaaaaaalooooot of angry sex.

Very, very, jealous.

He loves sudden sex, if you misbehave he can take you to the nearest bathroom, even in public places, just to punish you.

His sex is dirty, hard and rough, you will end up drenched in sweat and very tired.

Lots of dirty talk and slutshamming.

"Do you like this you little hore?"

He loves to give you orals and fingering.

He loves to fuck you in all possible positions.

Their sex is usually hard and wild but on some occasions it can be nice and calm.

After having sex you won't be able to walk, that's for sure.

You will have multiple orgasms.

Bill Weasley.

You have to options with with guy, 1. He's very cute, sensible, nice, sweet, such a gentleman orrrrr 2. He's the hottest, horniest, roughest and sexiest guy you'll ever met.

As I was saying, his sex could be "✨💗🌹🍓✨" or it could be "😈🖤💀⛓️" so technically there's not loose, he would do what YOU want, he doesn't actually care about himself.

Oh he's dick is big, all Weasley's dick are big.

You can get drunk, sink and lose yourself in his gaze, literally just by seeing this guy talking you can get wet.

"I love how you look in leather, it made me so hard"

He is the type of guy who would love to fuck you all day and would if he could but at the same time he cares how you feel, he protects you and procures you forever.

Love is EVERYTHING for him, literally.

He's very insecure about his scar.

He could fuck you so hard that you would not be able to walk and then take your breakfast to bed.

He loves to dominate, make you beg and fuck you hard but once in a while he can change, he loves being penetrated with a dildo.

It is the perfect balance between love and pleasure, neither will be overshadowed.

"Aghh... Fuck- you are so~ wet"

His obvious skill is orals, he's the best, and he knows it.

Oliver Wood.

You will make schedules to have sex. literally, and he would get mad if you are not at time.

Oh boyyyy, this guy is rough and slow, so tempting.

He teases a lot about how he can arouse you you up so fast, but what can you say? Watching him play Quidditch is exciting to say the least.

After playing or training, he tends to "get excited" a lot.

"Keep going baby, you're soooo good..."

Pretty loud.

A little kinky with the pulling and choking thing.

He loves to carve his erection through the clothes when you kiss.

She loves long kissing sessions, they usually end in her passionate sex.

Unusually romantic and attentive, the boy seems to be constant and solely focused on Quidditch but he really has a lot of attentions, romantically, and when it comes about sex.

"Do you mind if I choke you?"

He can last HOURS without losing his breath, for something he is the captain of quidditch.

He loves to squeeze your thighs intensely.

A little shy at first.

The pleasure of BOTH.

Secretly loves public sex before training or a match. Kinda encourages him.

#george weasley #george weasley blurb #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy blurb #bill weasley #bill weasley smut #bill weasley blurb #oliver wood #oliver wood smut #oliver wood blurb #harry potter #harry potter blurb #hp #hp smut #harry potter smut #george weasley smut

[thana-topsy]

Shipathon Meme!

（´・｀ ）♡ Technically tagged by @diamond-loki but kind of because I self-inserted. 

I tag @miraakulus and @sidequestsidebitch and.... @raunchyandpaunchy did you already get tagged?? Fuck it, I’m tagging you again. And @mongoose-bite if you feel like it, but I know you’re not as active in fandoms these days. 

1. First ship you ever wrote fic for?

It was Harry/Draco... I was 13.... I was rping on AOL instant messenger with my middle school buddy. And boy howdy did we think we knew what sex was like. 

The first solo fic I ever wrote was for Yu Yu Hakusho and it was Hiei/OC (It still technically exists on fanfiction.net... Stay humble, y’all). 

2. Ship you write most now?

Teldryn/Aerik, ofc. Because they consume my life. 

3. Ship you read the most now?

Probably Dyce/Anyone - I go back to that series whenever I’m feeling like a need a pick-me-up.  Close second would be Teldryn/Anyone. 

I’m really not picky in my ships. If you write a character well and respect them, I’ll fucking read it. 

4. Newest ship?

Uhhhh...... *sweats* Ulfric/[secret character]  〔´∇｀〕...

Literally happened today. I enthusiastically messaged a couple of people about it and now I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM ALSKfhALKDSJ. It would be a major spoiler for my current story, though, and since I’m not sure if it’ll actually happen or not, I’ll leave it ambiguous. (But omg they’re so cute together).

5. Rare ship you want to read more of?

Athis/Njada - If I’m honest, I haven’t looked too hard for content of them, but I love a good Frenemies to Lovers trope. 10/10 Would read in a heartbeat.

6. Your taboo ship?

I don’t really see any ships as taboo?? I rarely read anything that deals in incest, but I’m not gonna yuck your yum. 

Technically my Khajiit Dragonborn, Azarahd, and all the people he sleeps with would be considered taboo in canon. So, yeah, him. Fucking anyone he wants.   

7. They never met in canon ship?

Ok, this one isn’t in The Elder Scrolls fandom... but one of my proudest stories is a crossover between Ghost Adventures and Supernatural - the ship is Dean Winchester/Zak Bagans and that is a hill I will fucking die on. 

8. Your unexpected ship?

Honestly....?? Ancano/Onmund. I read this fantastic little smutty fic that made me absolutely fall in love. It started out as just pure porn but then... all of a sudden... boom. Feels. How dare.

9. The ship you always forget to give love for?

Uhhhh..... None of them?? I don’t forget about ships - I phase in and out of ones that I like. 

20. Ship your OC with canon character?

Duh. Have you seen this fandom? 

21. Ship you’re embarrassed to ship?

I ain’t got no shame. 凸(｀0´)凸

12. Your most romantic ship?

Teldryn/Aerik are probably my most romantic/true-to-life ship. They’re husbands at this point in my story. They have squabbles and piss each other off. But at the end of the day, damn, do they love the shit out of each other. 

13. Your sexiest ship?

Dyce/Anyone - That little fucking Breton gets my Jimmies Rustled.  Second place: Azarahd/Brynjolf - because I love seeing Bryn all subby. Jimmies are equally Rustled. 

14. Your most tragic ship?

Azarahd/Serana - I have a part two to the one-shot I wrote about them that is... so fucking sad I don’t know if I’ll every be able to actually write it... 

15. Ship you want more content for?

DYCE/EVERYONE (a girl can dream)

#personal #shipathon meme #topsy talks

[bixgirl1]

The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating the Randy Prat Who Lived Ch. 9

And for this first week’s post, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I are proud to present one of the the least smutty chapters of Virgin Draco you’ll see from here on out.  Which is not to say that it’s unsmutty.  *side-eyes you all*

If you’re just reading for the first time, and this tweaks your interest, the other chapters can be found under the tag #virgin Draco on my or @l0vegl0wsinthedark‘s blog.  We hope you enjoy this peek into the dating life of a very patient Harry and a... getting eager Draco.

Chapter content warnings (we’ve reached content warnings): Manhood fondling. Lots of mouth pressing and tongue licking. Other varieties of mouth pressing.

Chapter Nine: Wine Connoisseur

Draco, without looking up from his plate: *calmly* Admiring my shoes again, are we? With your shoes? Oh, wait-- *smirks* You're not wearing any shoes at the moment, Potter.

Harry, smug: Bother you does it?  Fine, I'll leave your shoes alone. *lifts foot to stroke along Draco's calf*

Draco, twitching slightly as he fights a wider smile: Oh, my shoes are so relieved, Potter, thank you. *shakes head as he picks up his glass of wine*

Harry, leaning back in his chair: Mmm.  I don't know, you still look bothered. We can't have that. *strokes foot higher to Draco's thigh, toes brushing inseam*

Draco, gasping and jerking violently at the touch: Po--! *yelps and springs to his feet as his glass slips out his hand and drenches him in Cabernet Sauvignon* Fuck!

Harry, jerking to his feet: Shit, I'm so sorry!   *rolling eyes* Fuck. Come on. *takes Draco's wrist and leads him to his bedroom*

Draco, plucking his stained shirt away from his body: *complains loudly as he trips along behind him* Potter, you utter fucking imbecile! This is mulberry silk! I-- where are you taking me? *digs his heels into the floor as he enters and spots Harry's bed* Potter...?

Harry, distracted: *drops Draco's wrist and hunts through wardrobe.* I know. Well, I didn't know there was something called mulberry silk, but I know it's a nice shirt.  Take it off; Kreacher can clean anything. I can find something for you, and I'll get something to clean you up with.

Draco, still frozen by the door, slightly pink in the face: I-- I can wait outside, Potter. I'll change in the bathroom-- *starts edging away*

Harry, plucking out a clean t-shirt and turning: *exasperated* Get your arse in here, Malfoy and take of your damned shirt. It's not like you've never been shirtless in front of people before; you had to have showered after Quidditch.

Draco, scowling sullenly: I don't remember ever having been shirtless in your bedroom, Potter! *holds out one hand* Just-- just give me that ugly t-shirt and I'll--

Harry, frowning: Just-- come on. *tosses shirt onto the foot of his bed* I'll get you a flannel. *walks into bathroom*

Draco, hissing after him: Potter! Potter, I'll just spell the shirt dry and get the stain out later! Potter--!

Harry, returning with two flannels: *holds up dripping one*  Malfoy, come here.

Draco, mulishly: No. And I'm not trusting you with this shirt!

Harry, walking up to him: *sighs* Not me; Kreacher.   *begins unfastening Draco's buttons; businesslike; wetting his shirt further*

Draco, breath hitching: Oh, right. Kreacher... *staring down blankly at Harry's hands* You-- *weakly* I can do that, you know…

Harry, gently: Well, you weren't. Besides... *looks at Draco's chest as he peels the shirt open* *husky* I really don’t mind. *clears throat, eyes on Draco's bare torso* Go ahead and take that off; we'll get you cleaned up and into my b- my shirt, okay? I think Kreacher made crumb cake for dessert.

Draco, blankly: Crumb cake. *clumsily shrugs shirt off* *vaguely* I can clean myself up, Potter…

Harry, swallowing hard, eyeing Draco's stomach and chest and arms: *voice thick* Yes, you're very clean, I bet you know how to clean... *lamely* ...yourself. *shakes head; lifts wet flannel be begins swiping it over Draco's chest.*

Draco, gasping softly, gaze fixed on Harry: Po-- Harry...?

Harry,keeping motions mechanical as he cleans off Draco's pectoral: *roughly* Yeah? What. Yeah?

Draco, too quickly: Nothing. *cheeks colour as he looks away*

Harry, slowing movements and dragging eyes up to Draco's: Sorry. Do you want me to... *inhales deeply, hand still moving* Stop?

Draco, shaking his head at once: *bites lip as he stares at Harry in silence*

Harry, voice going low: Are you sure? *shaky laugh; slides flannel in a circle over Draco's nipple* Because you're right; it’s a bit different from the Quidditch locker room…  

Draco, gasping audibly: *grabs Harry's wrist to still his hand* Just-- *shuts eyes and presses into the flannel* Oh, Merlin…

Harry: Malfoy. *breath catching* Draco… *loosens flannel in fist and tweaks Draco’s nipple with thumb*

Draco, jerking bodily: *whining* Oh m--! *slightly hysterical* Is this what you meant?! When you said-- when you were talking about--

Harry, beginning to pant: About touching you? *hoarsely* Yeah. Part of it.

Draco, slightly out of breath: W-what’s the-- what are the other parts?

Harry, staring at him: Can I show you?

Draco, gulping: H-here?

Harry, choked, thumb still brushing back and forth over Draco’s nipple: N-not if you don’t want--

Draco, visibly shivering: *blurts out* I want it! *looking away shyly* I-- I would like to-- I want it...

Harry, narrowing eyes: *presses hard kiss to Draco’s mouth, deepening it on Draco’s wild gasp* *pulls Draco close, still kissing him, and spins them, walking Draco backwards* *lowers Draco onto the bed and hovers over him, mouths still connected*

Draco, scrambling up onto his elbows: *pulls away suddenly* W--we’re-- This is your bed!

Harry, burying his face in the curve of Draco’s throat: *muffled* Uh huh. *bites down on Draco’s neck and sucks; works his way lower, taking nips over Draco’s shoulder and chest*

Draco, keening helplessly: But-- Oh, god, Potter! *flops back down; weakly* The bed-- the bed is only for marrieds!

Harry, licking his way down, lapping up the sticky-wet wine on Draco’s skin: *flutters tongue over Draco’s nipple* *vaguely* Is it?  It’s just a piece of furniture.

Draco, moaning loudly, hands fisted in the bedcovers: Just... a piece of… *arches suddenly* Fuck! *cries out again*

Harry, mumbling: Yes, I want to.  *latches lips over Draco’s nipple and sucks* *reaches up and rolls Draco’s other nipple between thumb and forefinger unhurriedly*

Draco, bucking up against Harry, head thrown back: I-- Harry! I need to-- *grabs Harry’s hair roughly as he arches again* I can’t--! I really need to--

Harry, pulling off his nipple with a loud, sucking sound; swirling his tongue over the tightened bud: What?  What do you need? *moving to opposite nipple and beginning the same treatment* *hands sliding across Draco’s stomach* *fingertips tracing the waistband of Draco’s trousers*

Draco, completely out of breath: Please. Harry, please. Just-- *grinds up once more, cries out at the friction* Fuck!

Harry, sliding his body deliberately against Draco’s erection as he slips further down: *voice rough and needy* Yes. I want to give you what you need, Draco. *bites the skin on Draco’s stomach, then licks it* *circles Draco’s belly-button with his tongue* *drags tongue down his happy trail to the waistband of his trousers; hands stroking the tops of his thighs as his chest rubs against him*

Draco, yanking roughly at his hair: Then do it-- do it, please, please do it! *whines in his throat* Harry, please…

Harry, growling: *slides hands under Draco’s thighs, massaging his arse while he scrapes his teeth against Draco’s  stomach* You have to say it for me, Draco.  I want to give it to you, but you have to let me know what you want.

Draco, whimpering: I want-- please touch me… *presses upwards* Please touch me, Harry--

Harry, gripping his arse tight; *lifts head and pins Draco with a look* *commanding* Where?

Draco, letting his head fall back and shutting his eyes: I want-- *licks his lips, panting* I want you to-- *voice dropping to a whisper* Please… fondle my...my manhood. *strains upwards helplessly*

Harry, shooting him an affectionately exasperated glance at his wordage: *immediately brings one hand up and cups Draco cock through his trousers* *palms it, fingers flying over the length* *strokes tight, holding hand flat and hard over it; slips free hand between Draco’s thighs and strokes fingers over Draco’s balls as his hand slides up and down against his cock*  *breathless, hard* Like that?

Draco, screaming into the crook of one arm: *jerking uncontrollably* Yes, oh god, oh god, please, please, I’m-- *hips lift off the bed as he goes rigid* Harry! *comes with a soft wail*

Harry, stroking him harder and faster: *murmurs encouragingly* That’s it, look at you, yes, god you’re beautiful, I want to do this to you all the time, Draco, want to make you feel good in so many ways, Jesus fuck you’re gorgeous when you come.  

Draco, still shuddering helplessly: *moans low and rough; tugs at Harry’s hair meaningfully as his body goes limp*

Harry, staring at the slowly-spreading wet spot on the front of Draco’s trousers: *looks up at Draco’s tug* *climbs back up and settles over him, scooping him up into his arms* *kisses him for long, slow minutes, stroking his chest and shoulders* *quiet, nuzzling his ear* That was so, so good. You’re amazing.  Thank you for letting me--  *breaks off to kiss him again*

Draco, clinging to him and whimpering: *breaks away wetly after several seconds* *hoarsely* The pleasure was literally mine… *smiles dazedly, eyes glazed and heavy*

Harry, warmly: Mine, too. *kisses him fiercely* You're the sexiest man I've ever-- I never knew, what it could be like to-- to make you fall apart. *gives a slightly-hysterical laugh* You're so-- you make me--

Draco, carefully avoiding his gaze, slightly stiff in Harry’s arms: *trying to wiggle free* Do shut up… *under his breath, as he fights smile* Merlin, you’re really something else, Harry Potter.

Harry: You are, too. *tucks one bent knuckle under Draco’s chin and tilts his head up to look in his eyes*  That was the hottest bloody thing I’ve ever seen.  

Draco, colouring even darker: Would you stop…? *warmly strokes hand across Harry’s shoulder once before gently pushing him away* I-- I’ll give you a moment, shall I? *sits up and immediately snatches up the t-shirt Harry had picked out, holding it up against his bare chest* I’ll just-- *indicates to the en suite*

Harry, settling easily back on the bed; stretching out his legs and smiling: That’s fine, take your time.

Draco: *hurries to the bathroom* *returns a few minutes later clad in the deep maroon t-shirt that hangs a tad baggily on him; still looks slightly discomfited*

Harry, still lounging on bed: *soft* Hey. Come here.  I was thinking we could watch some TV or something.

Draco, hesitantly drawing nearer: Alright, that soun-- *pauses abruptly, wide eyes fixed on the bulge between Harry’s legs* Potter, you’re-- you’re still… *gestures vaguely* Didn’t you-- I thought I was in there long enough… Should I--? *turns pink once more* I could go back in there or-- You know-- I could-- I dunno… Hold your hand while you-- I won’t look, of course, I’d just--

Harry, mouth twitching: Which hand?

Draco, spluttering indignantly: I-- Not the-- I didn’t mean-- I wasn’t talking about that hand! *scowls*  

Harry, face softening with tenderness: You’d do that?

Draco, looking away: It can’t be comfortable for you right now, Potter…

Harry, standing: *sweeps Draco into a hug*  I’m comfortable with you.  And I can wait for the rest, until you get more comfortable, too.

Draco, pulling back to stare curiously at him: You’re not going to…? *glances down once more*

Harry, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth: Not this time. I’d rather spend time with you. I have a television in here. Want me to show you what it’s like to watch television in a bed? It’s a bit scandalous, but I bet Kreacher would bring us popcorn if we asked.  *quieter; warmly* I’d like to hold you a bit, if that’s okay.

Draco, eyes dancing brightly: I imagine you have a lot to show me in bed, Potter. *grins suddenly*

Harry, on a startled laugh: Jesus, Malfoy. You don’t know the half of it.  *tugs him down onto the mattress, tucking Draco beside him in a cuddle; wandlessly Summons remote* What would you like to watch? *flips through channels*

Draco, curling up, leaning against him comfortably: *still shooting him warm, curious glances* Whatever you want is fine… *opens and closes his mouth uncertainly before looking back at the TV*

Harry, noticing: What?  *corners of of mouth pulling up wryly*  You can ask me, whatever it is.

Draco, slowly: Do you really eat in bed, Potter?

Harry, going into a coughing fit: *mutters under breath* Jesus fucking Christ, just give me the go ahead.

Draco, tilting his head: What?

Harry, pink-faced: Nothing.  You meant the popcorn. Sure, sometimes. Want some?

Draco, genuinely confused: What did you think I meant?

Harry, quickly: I thought you meant dinner. Breakfast, maybe. Dinner, never.

Draco, expression clearing: Oh. Well, I didn’t mean the popcorn. If it’s all the same-- *idly fiddles with Harry’s hair* --could we have crumb cake instead?

Harry, fond smile breaking wide: *presses a long kiss to Draco’s mouth; pulls back when they’re both breathless*  Yes, we can have crumb cake.  *tucks Draco closer and calls for Kreacher*

#virgin Draco #innocent pureblood #the randy prat #getting up to some bedroom action #even though the bed is only for... #well #read the chapter would you? #there is some mild indication of what will come #check for harry's coughing fit #*insane writer's laughter* #we'll spring that on you when you least expect it #in the meantime #harry has a new appreciation for wine #and draco does too

[ferelden-doglord]

Ships Tag

I was tagged by @the-tevinter-biscuit  thank youuu!!! First Ship you ever read fic for: uhh it was Bill/Tom Kaulitz fic but it was more of parody than actual ship fic.. hmm maybe Harry/Draco?

First Ship you ever wrote fic for: Finland/Sweden from Hetalia

Ship you write the most now: Gerveth or Cirillac’h

Ship you read the most now: Gerveth

Newest Ship: uhhh.. I ship my oc and @aenseed‘s oc does that count?

Rare Ship you wanna read more of: Cirillac’h! Definitely!

Your taboo Ship: what does that mean? a ship im afraid to admit I ship? welll I cant really say it loud lol... certain female characters from Game of Thrones that’s all Im gonna say

They never met in canon Ship: I dont have such ship..I ship characters based on the chemistry/interaction between them and if they never met well then I dont have reason to ship them

Your unexpected ship: Cirillac’h haha..I would never guess I would have straight ship ever

The ship you always forget to give love to: Sterek

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Hmm no I dont have such ship

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: uhhhh my taboo ship

Your most romantic Ship: Theyre all romantic in some kind of way but Fenhawke most probably

Your sexiest ship: pff Gerveth obviously

Your most tragic ship: Newtmas....whats more tragic when one of the ship is forced to kill the other one?

A ship you want more content for: GERVETH AND CIRILLAC’H Im literally starving for any mentions of these ships!

I will tag @lithialetheia @wadefuckingwilscn @vernon-roche @vaporeox @lunedin @ilonavic @dandelionandbuttercup @thewhiteroseofshaerrawedd @your-brain-on-elfroot @thirstyforred @geralt-zrivii @welttraeumerin @akishito @not-a-single-sardine @robotslenderman  @whitenerine @va-fail @cirillach

#<33

[drarrytrash]

1/2 I went to spoil myself with the fic tag, and it looks so good, already 45k is going to be such a treat! Thank you so much for writing. The Bernie (<3) meme ‘enemies to enemies w benefits to lovers+ fast sexual burn slow emotional burn’ LOL this is SO my jam, I love it. And thanks for all the recs !! In the meanwhile, I also finished Gryffindors Never Kiss and Tell, and it’s absolute genius, so funny and sweet and perfect. I LOVED the idea of a threesome with Ron and Hermione for some reason!

2/2 So hot and sweet. ‘Slutty’ Harry, and crushing Draco, chef’s kiss. You’re so talented every sentence was brilliant, you’re such a gift to the community!

yes yes yes!!!!! fast sexual burn slow emotional burn like..... it's elevated, it's couture! It's. It is just the most fun and sexiest option and that's what I'm here for.

THANK YOU!!!! I really appreciate ur kind words so so much! I /ALSO/ love the ron/harry/hermione like not quite platonic vibes, because I feel like it would be kind of sweet? I think they have a lot of really interesting insecurity and jealousy dynamics in the books and I'm envisioning it as like a safe exploration of those past dynamics for them as adults? Because Hermione and Ron are So mom and dad but they love Harry so fiercely and I feel like their intimacies go so deep that it would be really natural for him to kind of slide into their really stable dynamic as a bitch who is literally begging for stability. Like I don't necessarily feel them as like a thouple bc I feel like Ron and Hermione are each other's primary partners even though Harry will always be their like. primary Harry and because I think Harry at his core does want adventure and challenge, but there's a lot of potential there I think! harry being like 'hey do I like being touched? am I capable of pleasure? is my body????' and the two people who have always loved him the most being like idk beloved you can come over here and see if you want, no expectations no pressure. Wah !!!

Anyway thank u I will try and hurry on the fic so u all can read it and i can stop being like "ugh will someone finish this fic for me"

[sitp-recs]

Crown Witness by @slytherco

Harry/Draco (2020, Explicit, 70k)

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family. When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything. In which Harry and Draco learn that the way to each other might just have to go through the dingiest hotels in Britain.

It slowly dawns on Harry that Draco Malfoy is a fancy dagger in a gem-encrusted sheath—nice to play with until there’s blood on one’s hands.

Happy birthday Ola!!! I don’t usually do fic recs on the weekend but this is a SPECIAL day that deserves a SPECIAL fic and I couldn’t choose anything other than your labour of love for last year’s Erised! This a thrilling ode to mobster Draco, to our beloved “be gay do crimes” motto and to runaways + forced proximity! The fic’s premise is the ultimate dream for anyone who enjoys some good old enemies to lovers while they tenderly heal each other’s wounds, peak slow burn with high stakes, delicious sexual tension and beautiful character arcs!

The fic’s atmosphere is gripping and tense, the mob life aesthetics and Draco’s back story so interesting and refreshing! I had to read this in one sitting because their dynamics only grow better and hotter and you don’t wanna miss a single breath until the snapping point. I love the build up and how the UST comes with subtle moments of connection and understanding that slows down the pacing - it’s gorgeous to see them slowly opening up and helping each other heal (literally and figuratively) despite their obvious trust issues. Speaking of, I can’t praise enough the political commentary that follows the fic since the beginning, but without taking the focus away from the gorgeous and tentative romance. Masterfully done!

One of my favorite things about this fic was the portrayal of Draco as someone lethal, not only cunning and snarky and seductive but perfectly capable of defending himself if need arises (oh, that perfect dagger quote!) and let’s be honest, Harry going feral with want watching him is so my jam! They’re both equally strong, stupid stubborn and vulnerable, a mix I personally find true to the characters and fascinating. Oof the yearning! The complications! The blissfully hot laundry scene (see @zigster-ao3’s perfect art here)! The A+ scorching smut as per Ola’s usual with MAJOR BONUS for the incredible artwork to accompany one of the sexiest smut scenes ever??? Good lord, I am sweating. I had a blast going through this ride, cheering for their happy ending and at the same time wanting to see Draco’s old world burn 🙌🏼

Ola delivers an incredibly satisfying journey, complex, detailed and emotional, with top notch characterization and a perfect ending. The Mafia Drarry AU we all needed in our life! Thank you Ola for being such a wonderful and welcoming friend, and for sharing your talent with us both as an artist and as an author. We are so lucky to have you in the fandom! I wish you the happiest of birthdays and a new year full of love and Drarry ❤️

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#drarry #drarry fic rec #mafia AU #monster Draco #bodyguard Harry #enemies to lovers #slow burn #forced proximity #happy birthday Ola 🎉

[dawnofthursday]

Tagged by @dragonmage27​ even though we BOTH SHOULD BE WORKING RIGHT NOW (she is; I’m filling this out. I’m watching you.)

First ship you ever read fic for: Seto Kaiba x Joey Wheeler from Yu-Gi-Oh! Still a favorite.

First ship you ever wrote fic for: Yep, Seto x Joey, back in middle school...

Ship you write the most now: graduate student has no time to write for fun; write only for academic; publish or perish; die die die die 

Ship you read the most now:  Jaime x Brienne 

Newest ship: Does Jaime x Brienne still count if it’s been since 7 months? I haven’t moved on from these two.

Rare ship you want to read more of: Sansa x Margaery; Myrcella x Shireen

Your taboo ship: Jaime x Cersei; it’s literally a taboo. Also Jaime and Cersei and Brienne because wouldn’t that be a riot.  

They never met in canon ship: I feel like Sansa x Margaery fits here. Technically they meet in canon, but their interactions are extremely limited, especially in the books.

Your unexpected ship:  Honestly, Jaime x Brienne. I started out as a JC shipper as I was reading AGOT the first time because I was enthralled by their relationship; the danger and illegality of it. After reading AGOT and ACOK, I switched to the television show and binged all seven season in a week. Season 6 episode 8 as Brienne was rowing away from Riverrun and looked back at Jaime, the feelings between them punched me in the face through the television screen. I immediately looked up fanfiction for them, and I’ve never looked back. 

The ship you always forget to give love to: Harry/Draco. It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how many other fandoms I enter and leave. I’m a Harry Potter fan for life, and I can always pick up a good Drarry fic and dive right in.

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Ahhhhhhhhhhh. @dragonmage27​ knows the full of it, but you’ll get a slice. Brienne of Tarth. 

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: SanSan. Issues of underage. I’ll go no further.

Your most romantic ship: Damen/Laurent, from Captive Prince. It’s canon, they’re perfect, and they still bring me immense joy.

Your sexiest ship: Jaime x Cersei. They’re literally two of the most beautiful people in Westeros.

Your most tragic ship: Any ship from ASOIAF because you know half of them will be dead by the end of the series (which, if GRRM never finishes, means they never die.........)

A ship you want more content for: Jaime x Brienne.