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wolfpants · 10 months

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nightcall (drarry, 1058 words)

Thank you to @getawayfox for the amazing art for this little piece I wrote for kinkuary! Give her post some love here ❤️‍🔥 Rated: E / nsfw Tags: Unspeakable!Drarry, begging, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, FWB, colleagues to lovers, pining, light bdsm On a top secret Unspeakable misson, Harry calls Draco from a remote phone booth on the Isle of Skye. ao3 link here, or keep reading

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“What are you looking at right now?”

“Castle ruins. The sea. The moon. Dark road.”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

A pause.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got somewhere to sleep. Don’t worry.”

Draco’s breath crackles against Harry’s ear.

If Harry closes his eyes—shuts off the road, the barren hills, the moonlight sparkling against the shore—he can pretend Draco’s right here with him.

He can pretend Draco’s huffing gently into his ear, murmuring against his throat like he might if they were alone together in the same room.

“That’s all I do,” Draco whispers dryly. “Arsehole.”

They shouldn’t even be talking. It’s against code. They could lose their jobs.

The Ministry doesn't know how to tap Muggle telephone boxes, but Draco and Harry know better than to talk about work outside of Level Nine. So Harry doesn’t ask Draco if he’s still working on those files and old tomes he keeps under deadly protection magic in The Manor. He doesn’t ask if he stayed in the office all night again and forgot to eat dinner.

“Does my voice sound normal?” Draco asks when Harry doesn’t respond to the bait of his insult.

“Your voice has never sounded normal.”

Harry is curled over the telephone desk. He runs his finger over the edges of the BT directory. He pulls back the cover to read it.

THE PHONE BOOK: HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS 2003/2004

Almost ten years out of date.

“Fuck you,” comes Draco’s predictably plummy-edged response.

“Fuck you,” Harry repeats, grinning. He shifts his weight from one hip to the other. His riding leathers, softened and moulded to his body like a second skin, crease and rasp gently. His helmet is by his feet, his bike outside on the gravel; headlight on, casting the winding road ahead in ghostly bleached light. Its engine gently purrs into the night, reminding him that they need to keep this catch up brief.

“No, really,” Draco says, dropping his voice back to a whisper. His breath puffs against the receiver.

“You’re smoking.” Harry leans against the glazed side of the box and drops his head back against the glass panes.

“I’m outside, no one’s going to die,” Draco murmurs.

Harry closes his eyes again and pictures Draco standing on the lawn in Wiltshire. Mobile phone to ear, screen glowing against his face, cheeks pink from the cold. Surrounded by shadowed hedges and sculpted water features, smoke pluming from his lips, creeping up towards the starry sky. His hair is pulled into a knot on the back of his head. Or perhaps it’s loose, and the breeze is moving it around the sharp slopes of his cheeks.

“You look sexy when you smoke. You sound great. I miss you,” Harry says in three steady beats.

Draco won’t return the words. He never does. But Harry knows he feels them.

That he misses them too. Whatever—they are.

Work partners. Friends. More than friends sometimes. Less than friends other times.

Another soft breath. “Are you alone?”

“I’m on the tip of Skye looking at the North Atlantic. I’m very alone. I can’t even remember the last time I saw a tree.”

“Then,” Draco huffs gently—an inhale, a sharp exhale, the sound of his shoes clicking against pavement. He’s walking through the hedge maze. “Fuck you.”

Harry licks his lips. “Yeah?” He cups himself over his leather trousers. Slides his thumb over the shifting head of his cock as it grows closer towards his hip.

Draco hums, deep and smooth. Harry tilts his hips up in a slow fuck against his fingers, heat spreading, sharp and singular, between his legs. “God I want you,” he rasps, closing his eyes. The flutter of pale hair. Draco’s lovely lips wrapping around the filter of his cigarette. The way he kisses, dirty and like he means it.

“You have to ask for it nicely first, Potter.” Another inhale. “You can’t just take what you want. Especially from me.”

Harry balances the phone between his shoulder and his ear and fumbles with the zip of his leathers. “Please,” he whispers.

Draco hums again, louder this time, almost a moan but not quite. “Tell me what you want."

“I want you to sit on my face,” Harry says on a breath. His leathers are open as far as the zip will let him. He rucks up the t-shirt he wears underneath, enough to get into the waistband of his pants. His cock is already poking out the top, tip wet and swollen. He stares blearily at the beam of light outside, at the empty hills and sparkling water, fingers teasing himself in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Draco inhales sharply. “What was that?”

“I want you to sit on my face—please.” Harry licks his lips, circling his thumb over the wet head of his prick. “Want you to ride my mouth, my tongue. Take what you want from me. God, I want that so badly.”

“You like being suffocated, don’t you, you sick pup,” Draco whispers.

“Yeah,” Harry chokes out. “P—please.”

“And your tongue always feels so damn good. Maybe if you eat me good enough I could ride your cock. Would you like that?”

Harry groans, already so close. His leathers squeak and crease, and his elbow knocks against the glass behind him as he strokes his length up and down, balls drawing up tight.

“You’d have to stay still, though."

“Yes,” Harry breathes, picturing it now, like the countless times Draco has held him down—by the chest, the arms, the neck, sometimes—while he bounces up and down on his cock until they both come, sweaty and breathless.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I want to come.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t come riding you,” Draco whispers.

“Draco…”

“Maybe I’d climb off you after you’ve spilled deep inside me, and we could switch. Maybe I could fuck the come out of you again, because you’re a dirty, needy little sl—”

Harry comes with a sharp, bitten off cry.

It spills down his fingers, splashes onto his t-shirt.

Draco chuckles. Harry hears him light another cigarette. “Good boy,” he croons.

“Fuck you,” Harry says with a breathless laugh, his head spinning. He gazes at the night sky through the foggy pane of glass above his head.

“Soon,” Draco whispers.

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“You look sexy when you smoke. You sound great. I miss you,” Harry says in three steady beats.

Draco won’t return the words. He never does. But Harry knows he feels them.

That he misses them too. Whatever—they are.

Work partners. Friends. More than friends sometimes. Less than friends other times.

Nightcall by @wolfpants (Drarry, E, 1k), part of Wolfpants Kinkuary 2023 collection

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ao3feed-rarry · 1 year

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Seat You Higher than the Stars

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by wolfpants

They kiss like they’ve been waiting for it all night.

The wind around them is cold, even under the arch, but Harry’s mouth is warm. His tongue tastes sharp, slightly bitter, but Ron licks that citrusy tang away until it’s just Harry: soft and hot and sweet.

No one cares when they walk arm in arm up the back of the Meadows. They don’t keep this relationship a secret from the world, but for some reason, they still haven’t told their friends yet.

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When Harry tells Ron he's ready to reveal their relationship to their friends, he lets out another confession: that he wants to be completely vulnerable in bed.

Words: 1866, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Wolfpants Kinkuary '23

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Secret Relationship, flatmates, They were flatmates!, Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Porn, Emotional Vulnberability, Physical Vulnerability, in terms of sex, doting Ron, Pillow Princess Harry Potter, Sex Toys, Edinburgh, Fisting, Anal Play, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Service Top Ron, POV Ron Weasley

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ao3feed-scorbus · 1 year

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With the Dew, My Golden Hair

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by wolfpants

He wraps Albus into a hug, and Albus moans with relief and presses his face into Scorpius’s neck. He smells of lavender and grass and all the things Albus loves. He’s so skinny, but he’s also so warm.

“Al,” Scorpius whispers. He presses his hands to Albus’s back. His palms and fingers are so soft. “You can take it out on me,” he says. “If you’d like.”

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Albus sneaks through the Floo network for a midnight comfort session with Scorpius.

Words: 1094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Wolfpants Kinkuary '23

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy

Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light BDSM, Porn with Feelings, Hair-pulling, Intercrural Sex, Coming Untouched, Scorbus are so in love, Albus is obsessed with Scorpius's hair, Mentions of fighting parents, Unhappy home situation

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wolfpants · 1 year

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wolfpants kinkuary '23 masterlist

Oh god! Oh Merlin! I did it! 28 days and 28 fics. Did I stick to my 1k wordcount limit per fic? I did not. Did I have a lot of fun? I absolutely did. Do I feel like hibernating now? Yes, I do! Thank you to everyone who has been reading along as I've posted - your comments/kudos/sharing/DMs and asks have meant the absolute world. I love you all from the bottom of my heart!

Wolfpants Kinkuary '23 Masterlist, by ship

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Drarry All Hues in His Controlling - E, 1.8k (roleplay) If You Show Me Yours - E, 1.5k (exhibitionism) The Night Before - E, 1.2k (cockwarming) Nightcall - E, 1k (begging) Obedience - E, 1.2k (praise kink) Summertime Pleasures - E, 1.8k (feet) Your Breath, My Lungs - E, 1.7k (overstimulation) - Dron Gentlemen's Club - E, 1k (medical play) Yours & Mine - E, 2.3k (possessiveness)

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Next Gen Hymn to Apollo - Scorpius/Teddy, E, 1.9k (first time) Music, When Soft Voices Die - James/Albus, E, 1.9k (chastity) With the Dew, My Golden Hair - Scorpius/Albus, E, 1k (hair pulling)

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Cross Gen Almost Us - Sirius/Harry, E, 678 (intercrural) The Classics - Sirius/Draco, E, 1.1k (genderbend) C*cksuckers Anonymous - Harry/Scorpius, E, 801 (gloryhole) The Hand That Feeds - Draco/Albus, E, 1.3k (dacryphilia) Galvanize - Ron/Scorpius, M, 1.2k (accidental arousal) Love is a Verb - Harry/Teddy, E, 1.6k (piercings) Run on Gasoline - Draco/James, E, 1.4k (hate sex)

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Group Enterrement de vie de garçon - Riktor/Drarry/Deamus, E, 2.6k (orgy) The Game - Draco/Harry/Dean/Seamus, E, 1.4k (cnc) The House Sitters - Ron/Albus/Scorpius, E, 2.k (comeplay) Truth's Day-Star - Sirius/Draco/Harry, E, 1.8k (size kink)

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Misc. Golden Era Pairings Beauty in the Sleeping Forest - Charlie/Harry, M, 721 (somnophilia) Hell Bent for Leather - Draco/Charlie, E, 1.1k (fabric play) A Room with a View in the Flowering City - Draco/Bill, E, 1k (wax) Seat You Higher than the Stars - Ron/Harry, E, 1.8k (fisting) Viridian - Blaise/Draco, E, 1.3k (humiliation)

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wolfpants · 10 months

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obedience (drarry, 1261 words)

Carrying on from my previous post, here's another 2k-or-less-Drarry-smutlet from my recent Kinkuary. Rated: E/nsfw Tags: D/s, Dom Draco/sub Harry, cock rings, humiliation, blow jobs, facials, possessive Draco, pet names, Ministry of Magic, parties, Healer Harry, Lawyer Draco In their relationship, Harry always does as he's told. ao3 link here, or keep reading

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The Ministry cafeteria is abuzz with activity.

“I want you to wear this for me.”

From his pocket, Draco produces a thin, coiled strap of handsome brown leather.

He sets it on the table between his court documents and Harry’s lanyard from Mungo’s.

“Tonight,” he says as Harry quickly covers the strap with the palm of his hand, dragging it off the table to inspect it out of sight. It has a small brass buckle no larger than the tip of his thumb. It’s subtle, simplistic, fairly easy to hide, with the right fall of fabric.

“Underneath your dress robes,” Draco says.

“And this goes…”

Harry trails off and slips his finger under the buckle.

“Yes,” says Draco. “Put it on five minutes before you’re due onstage. No sooner. Okay?”

Harry’s cheeks bloom with heat. He fiddles with the frames of his glasses, adjusting them against the bridge of his nose, suddenly a bit slippy with sweat.

“Yes, okay,” he says softly, folding his fingers over the leather in his hand to conceal it completely.

Draco picks up his tea—black, with a slice of lemon—and sips it slowly. Beneath the table, he taps Harry’s shin with the toe of his smart black brogue.

“Good boy,” he says appraisingly.

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Harry finds Draco at the bar.

“Well?” Draco asks.

He’s leaning casually against the bartop on one elbow, flute held loosely between dangling fingers adorned with delicate silver rings. His hair’s down for a change, the ends brushing his shoulders; the perfect picture of cool elegance.

“I’m wearing it,” Harry says, just loud enough for Draco to hear. “I put it on in the gent’s.” He turns his back against the bar and points his eyes straight ahead. The room is full of the most important people in British Wixen society, each of them getting drunker and drunker as the hours drag on. The hospital’s donations hang in the balance of what Harry does onstage in the next five minutes.

“Are you nervous?” Draco asks with a twist of a smirk.

Harry laughs roughly, accepting the glass of champagne Draco presses into his hand. He takes a sip.

“About what, exactly?”

Draco’s hand lingers and he slips his ring finger subtly beneath the hem of Harry’s jacket to touch the buttons of his dress shirt. He sidles closer, his mouth inches from Harry’s ear, his breath hot.

“Your speech?”

Harry suppresses a shudder and peers into his glass, bubbles melting against his tongue, sweet and sharp and strong.

“That’s old hat now,” he says. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, then.” Draco slips his finger through a gap between Harry’s buttons, gently scraping the edge of his short, neatly manicured nail against Harry’s stomach. Heat immediately floods to Harry’s prick and he bites the inside of his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud.

“Are you nervous about being hard in front of all these people?” Draco asks him hotly. “And not being able to do anything about it?”

Harry swallows. “No."

Draco hums. “You’re so good for me.” He drops his hand from Harry’s chest. “You’ll meet me outside after. Immediately.”

“Yes.”

A soft whisper, “Do you belong to me, Harry?”

A returning breath, “Yes.”

Harry spares Draco a quick glance. His grey eyes are alight, his cheeks rose-pink.

Draco presses a single, gentle kiss to the corner of Harry’s lips. “Break a leg, darling.”

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When Harry stumbles out of the theatre and onto the quiet cobbled street, he’s gasping for air, gulping great big lungfuls of the stuff.

It’s freezing.

Draco is waiting for him on the corner, fingering the face of his antique pocket watch that he slips into the pocket of his heavy winter coat when Harry approaches.

“How long’s it been?” Harry asks, sweat prickling his temples, his skin suddenly taking on a chill. He shivers, and Draco lifts the edge of his cloak, pulling Harry into it.

Harry groans, dropping his forehead against Draco’s collar, his cock hard and leaking and so fucking sensitive where it presses to Draco’s hip.

“Fifteen minutes, sweetheart,” Draco says softly. “Come on.”

And with a ripple of magic and a tug of gravity, they’re gone.

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The old grandfather clock tick-tocks to the rhythm of Harry’s heart, currently roaring in his ears as Draco undresses him.

Draco slides each article of clothing off with care, his touches slow and caressing as he slips off Harry’s shoes one by one, his socks, his robes, shirt, belt, trousers.

His pants come off next, and Draco gets on his knees on the expensive rug to do it, both of them standing in the heart of their bedroom and surrounded by what must be two dozen candles Draco had set alight with magic as soon as they made it upstairs.

Draco is careful. He pulls Harry’s underwear off slowly, stretching the waistband so it doesn’t rub against the sensitive head of Harry’s cock.

The leather strap is buckled tight, wrapped around the shaft of Harry’s prick, tucked under his balls.

Draco hums appreciatively, slipping the tip of his finger up and down the length of Harry’s cock, his skin tight and hot.

“Where would you like to put it, darling?” Draco slides his hands over Harry’s bare thighs, cupping his arse and slowly pulling his cheeks apart to pet at his dry hole. “Would you like me to ride it? Swallow it?”

Harry’s eyelids flutter, and he touches the top of Draco’s head, dizzy with want.

“Mouth,” he says roughly.

Draco’s fingers dig harder against Harry’s buttocks. “Hm?”

“Please,” Harry says.

“That’s a good boy,” Draco says, slurring the words, sticking out his tongue and lapping upwards from the leather-strapped base of Harry’s cock to the tip, sucking him back down into the wet bliss of his mouth.

Harry whimpers. "Please." He chokes on a moan as Draco wriggles the tip of his index finger inside him. He’s sweating, shaking, his vision going blurry. He puts a hand on top of Draco’s head for balance. “Please, Draco—I feel… I feel faint… please…”

Draco cups his fingers beneath Harry’s balls, now throbbing in pain, in pleasure, and he slowly unbuckles the strap of leather to set Harry free, all while pressing the flat of his tongue to the underside of Harry’s prick.

Harry’s orgasm is explosive. He shudders, falling forward, shooting hard and hot from the tip of his dick in thick spurts that splash onto Draco’s tongue, his lips, his cheek.

Draco laughs, a low sound, and nuzzles his face in against Harry’s hip, sucking a mark into his skin.

He drops the strap to the floor, hugging his arms protectively around Harry’s waist as Harry slumps forward, boneless.

“Let’s take care of me now, hm?” Draco asks.

Harry nods his obedience.

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Later, in bed, sweating and thoroughly shagged out, Harry rolls close to Draco and fits himself in against his narrow chest.

He used to hate this.

Not Draco with his arms around him—never that. But his own… neediness. His deep desire for approval, for affection and attention.

That is, until he discovered Draco’s deep desire to offer it.

Draco laces their fingers together.

“You were so good tonight,” he says quietly, kissing the top of Harry’s head. “Everyone loved you.”

“Do you love me?” Harry asks him, a whisper.

Draco’s eyes darken and he tightens his arm around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer still. He presses a soft kiss to Harry’s lips, hands sliding possessively over Harry’s back. “More than anyone ever could, my darling,” he says, and Harry believes him.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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if you show me yours | drarry

Rated E | 1.5k | Kinkuary day 18: Exhibitionism Tags: EWE, Hogwarts 8th year, exhibitionism, Draco is a scheming little shit, mutual masturbation, crushes, pining (but more like lusting tbf), they were roommates, Draco has a dirty magazine that definitely used to belong to Sirius Thank you so much to @shealynn88 for the beta!

Perhaps…

Perhaps Potter could do with a taste of his own medicine.

In Draco’s wildest dreams, Potter would get naked with him. He’d be so turned on by Draco’s elegant, lithe beauty he’d fall arse over tit and strip entirely and then they could both be naked together, preferably with one on top of the other, Draco’s not fussy.

“What are you doing?” Potter asks as he barges back into the room, throwing his toothbrush back onto his shelf and flinging himself onto his bed. He smells like Hogwarts standard soap and minty toothpaste.

Draco snatches his hand away from himself, his shirt still hanging open. “Nothing.”

Potter looks at him, his cheeks pink. His gaze drops to Draco’s chest, then a little lower, before snapping back up again.

Interesting.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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obedience | drarry

Rated E | 1.2k | Kinkuary day 23: Praise Kink Tags: EWE, established Drarry, Dom Draco, sub Harry, D/s, cock rings, humiliation kink, blow jobs, possessive Draco, pet names, Ministry functions, orders and obedience, Healer Harry, lawyer Draco Thank you so much to @getawayfox for the beta!

The Ministry cafeteria is abuzz with activity.

“I want you to wear this for me.”

From his pocket, Draco produces a thin, coiled strap of handsome brown leather.

He sets it on the table between them, casually next to his court documents and Harry’s lanyard from Mungo’s.

“Tonight,” he says as Harry quickly covers the strap with the palm of his hand, dragging it off the table to inspect it out of sight. It has a small brass buckle no larger than the tip of his thumb. It’s subtle, simplistic, fairly easy to hide, with the right fall of fabric.

“Underneath your dress robes,” Draco elaborates.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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the night before | drarry

Rated E | 1.2k | Kinkuary day 27: Cockwarming Tags: EWE, Unspeakables!Drarry, Drarry in their mid-30s, getting together, pining, first kiss, pet names, cockwarming, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, morning sex Thank you so much to @getawayfox for the beta!

Last night, Harry had decided, enough was enough.

And now he’s here, waking up in Draco’s flat, surrounded by Draco’s smell, his body still covered in Draco’s kisses, his touches, his gasped moans that he’d pressed to Harry’s stomach, his throat, the back of his neck.

When Harry rubs sleep from his eyes, Draco stirs. His leg slips against Harry’s beneath the sheets, warm and dusted with sparse hair that tickles Harry’s skin.

Draco clears his throat. “Hi,” he says, eyes still closed.

Harry bites back a grin. “Hi.”

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wolfpants · 1 year

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Phew, that's week 2 of @kinkuary in the bag! I'm really enjoying this challenge, even if I feel like I'm chasing my own tail to catch up sometimes 😅 Lots more rare pairs next week, and some more Drarry of course!

Day 006: Begging Nightcall | Drarry | E | 1k On a top secret Unspeakable misson, Harry calls Draco from a remote phone booth on the Isle of Skye.

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Day 007: Somnophilia Beauty in the Sleeping Forest | Charry | M | 721 On a wild camping trip chasing dragons, Harry watches Charlie sleep.

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Day 008: Intercrural Almost Us | Sirry | E | 678 After the war, Harry finds himself falling into Sirius's bed on a regular basis. He wants more.

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Day 009: Hair Pulling With the Dew, My Golden Hair | Scorbus | E | 1k Albus sneaks through the Floo network for a midnight comfort session with Scorpius.

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Day 010: Fisting Seat You Higher than the Stars | Ronarry | E | 1.8k When Harry tells Ron he's ready to reveal their relationship to their friends, he lets out another confession: that he wants to be completely vulnerable in bed.

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Day 011: Roleplay All Hues in his Controlling | Drarry | E | 1.8k Harry caters to Draco's very particular set of kinks when he uses magic to de-age himself.

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Day 012: First Time Hymn to Apollo | Teddy/Scorpius | E | 1.9k It's the night of Harry and Draco's wedding, and Teddy learns Scorpius has an enormous crush on him.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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enterrement de vie de garçon | ron/viktor + drarry + deamus

Rated E | 2.6k | Kinkuary day 28: Wildcard My self-prompt: Orgy Tags: EWE, bachelor party, established Drarry, established Deamus, past Ron/Viktor, bi Ron, everyone has fucked everyone, Ron calls it the gay circle of life, Ron POV, Quidditch player Draco Malfoy, banker Ron Weasley, group sex/orgy, summer holiday, the gang are approaching 30, banter, friendship, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, flirting Thank you so much to @getawayfox for the beta!

Ron and Viktor have had sex. Once.

All their friends know.

Five years ago, it was. When Draco had been drafted for the British team to play the World Cup in Sweden.

Everyone had gone to see him play, had attended the parties and socials and wild nights with the world’s greatest Quidditch players.

Ron had been newly out at the time, and it’d been Hermione, of all people, to encourage him to talk to Viktor. “I knew you liked him when we were in school. I knew it. No one hates someone that much,” she’d said triumphantly when she finally got it out of him.

“I was jealous!” he’d said unconvincingly as she steered him across the large hotel bar, the entire building taken over by Quidditch players.

“Of who?” she’d asked him slyly, plonking him in front of Viktor and his friends.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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hell bent for leather | charlie/draco + drarry

Rated E | 1.1k words | Kinkuary day 14: Fabric Play Tags: EWE, minor Harry/Charlie, open relationships, banter, hand/finger kink, finger sucking, crushes, Charlie's leather wrist wraps, dirty talk, blow jobs, restraints, spit kink Thank you so much to InnerLilith for the beta!

Charlie Weasley has just about the sexiest hands Draco has ever seen.

“He wears dragon hide wrist wraps,” Draco says, frowning into his drink. “I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It’s having a negative impact on my output.”

“Just about the sexiest?” Harry asks him, because of course he’s focusing on that. “I hope that means you think I have the sexiest.” He tries to steal a chip from Draco’s plate. Draco bats his hand away.

Around them, the tiny village pub is bustling. A scruffy dog sits between a couple of old men at the bar. A group of university students laugh and drink pints around the largest table by the windows.

“Harry,” Draco says irritably. “I spent half of last night with your fingers in my mouth, what do you think the answer to that question is?”

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all hues in his controlling | drarry

Rated E | 1.8k | Kinkuary day 11: Roleplay Tags: EWE, Unspeakables!Drarry, Ageplay, Harry uses magic to alter his age to 18, Draco is 35, virgin kink, morally grey Draco, sexual roleplay, finger sucking, spit kink, rimming, praise kink, dirty talk Thank you to @sorrybutblog for the beta!

Draco’s scruples are precious commodities.

He keeps them in reserves; they only make appearances for very special circumstances, and very special circumstances indeed.

He can’t go getting offended at every little thing, can he? How tedious would that be?

Harry knows this. He knows it well, and it’s why he doesn’t blink when Draco says, upon greeting him at the threshold at home, “You look younger.”

Harry’s coat is jewelled with raindrops. His curly mess of hair—messier, like how it used to be before he learned how to take better care of his appearance—is damp.

He even smells like he did when they were teens: fresh, piney, like Autumn air and fresh earth and the Quidditch pitch—the barest hint of boy sweat.

Extraordinary.

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nightcall | drarry

Rated E | 1k | Kinkuary day 6: Begging Tags: Unspeakables!Drarry, phone sex, dirty talk, public masturbation, but he's alone, like completely alone in the middle of the Scottish Highlands, pining, FWB Thank you to @getawayfox for the beta!

“What are you looking at right now?”

“Castle ruins. The sea. The moon. Dark road.”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

A pause.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got somewhere to sleep. Don’t worry.”

Draco’s breath crackles against Harry’s ear.

If Harry closes his eyes—shuts off the road, the barren hills, the moonlight sparkling against the shore—he can pretend Draco’s right here with him.

He can pretend Draco’s huffing gently into his ear, murmuring against his throat like he might if they were alone together in the same room.

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summertime pleasures, or the continued adventures of lords malfoy and potter | drarry

a somerset chronicles story

Rated E | 1.8k | Kinkuary day 24: Feet Tags: EWE, AU historical (Regency), established Drarry, boot worship, boot licking, degradation kink, horses and stables, inappropriate use of riding crop, dirty talk, I definitely twisted the prompt a bit here, masturbation, exhibitonism/voyuerism, roleplaying, miniature portraits of Harry and Draco who talk to each other, Lucius Malfoy is tired, Narcissa Malfoy is charmed, writer Harry Potter, Healer in training Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter Thank you so much to @getawayfox for the beta!

calling all romp and circumstance fans!

*This is part of the Romp and Circumstance universe, and they now both live in a series The Somerset Chronicles, which I hope to add to in future (expect more Drarry plus other pairings from the world!)! This little scene takes place approx. one month after Harry and Draco's engagement.

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“I’ve thought more about what I might like to do this year,” says Harry, leaning against the stables’ doorway as he watches Draco change into his dark riding jacket.

“Hm?” Draco hums, pulling his ponytail from the collar of his jacket. It cascades down his back in buttery-white waves. Harry’s fingers itch to touch those beautiful strands. His nose craves to smell them.

“And what’s that?” asks Draco.

“I’m going to write dirty pamphlets.”

Draco snorts, dragging Calliope’s saddle off the hooks on the wall. “You are not.”

“I am! And people are going to eat them up, because they’re going to be written from personal experience.”

“Merlin help us all.”

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a room with a view in the flowering city | bill/draco

Rated E | 1k | Kinkuary day 17: Wax Play Tags: EWE, friends with benefits, power imbalance (draco is bill's mentee), background non-exclusive drarry, bill is going through a divorce, comfort sex, Athens, Cairo, masochistic tendencies (Draco), bisexual Bill, experimentation, mentions of erotic asphyxiation, mentions of restraint, mentions of erotic spanking, rimming, face sitting, wax play, switching Thank you so much to @basicallyahedgehog for the beta!

When Draco materialised in Bill’s Cairo office last month, he’d been pink-faced and irritated, the collar of his linen shirt damp with sweat.

“He’s your mentee,” Bill’s boss from the bank had barked through the Floo after Bill sent Draco away. “Bring him back right this instant, you’re looking after him for the next twelve months. No arguments.”

It hadn’t been as painful as Bill had been anticipating.

Draco is good. He’s intelligent, diligent, instinctual. Leave him with an ancient tome for a couple of hours and he’ll get absorbed in it and return with answers Bill is often too impatient to find.

They work well together.

And the sex is fucking phenomenal too.

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