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maelovestowrite · 1 year ago

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Would it be okay to see a story about Luna Lovegood having a Pinocchio spell cast on her? Even though it was meant to ridicule her, Luna finds it more useful than problematic. She actually lies on purpose so small animals could perch on her nose

Pinocchio's Gift

Notes: Sorry this took forever. I kept getting side tracked! Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting! Feel free to request more! <3 It’s been forever since I’ve written for HP. I think it’ll be fun though! I'm so sorry if Luna or other characters are OOC and if certain aspects aren't exactly accurate. And my editing skills aren't the best but I do hope you still enjoy!

Requested?: Yes

Wordcount: 1k

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None, but Luna isn't treated the best.

Characters: Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaws classmates, Albus Dumbledore, and Madame Promfrey (mentioned)

Luna’s POV

I hummed to myself as I was admiring the flowers and scenery. The Hogwarts gardens were magical. I laughed to myself as I said this of course they were magical. It's Hogwarts after all. I strolled around and gazed at each and everyone of the flowers. But particularly the hydrangea and the African Violet, they were the most intriguing of the bunch. But I’m biased. Those are my favorite flowers after all. But it isn’t because of their looks. It’s what’s on the inside I admire. I admire the meaning.

The hydrangea flower represents gratitude, honesty, and deep understandment. And the African Violet represents spiritual wisdom, faithfulness, and humidity. I love the meanings or what the representations of them are because it reminds me of myself and my mother. She died when I was very young but I can remember some details and from what my father has told me as well. I remember her kind smile, her jokes, and her creations. She was wonderful, I miss her but she’ll always be with me.

I sighed as I walked away from the hydrangea and african violet turning towards the blue roses. I decided to bend down and admire them closer but just as I did so I swore I heard some footsteps. I turned quickly around but no one was in sight. Was I imagining things? I grabbed a hold of my wand from my pocket and pointed it forwards.

I positioned myself upwards and I stepped forward, I looked around the garden, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at least I thought so. Everything seemed so… normal. I turned back around heading back to the flowers until I heard a voice of one of my house mates. I whipped my head around to face the trio of them, they were hiding behind a bush. Before I had time to process what was happening I realized her wand was pointed at me and she casted a spell on me.

“Pino!” One of them yelled.

I heard another say “RUN! Come on run!!” They ushered away, leaving me. Everything felt strange, not right. I fell to the ground in shock, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening. And that was when everything went black.

–

I felt myself stir awake. When I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I tried to sit up and my surroundings started to get clearer. I realized I was in the hospital wing. What happened?

“Please lay back down Ms.Lovegood.” Madame Pomfrey ushered me.

I situated my elbows downwards where I could somewhat sit up. “What happened?” I asked, looking up at her.

“You were cursed.” A new voice answered. I turned my head to see Headmaster Dumbledore. He was off to the side but he swiftly moved to my bedside. I felt a bit nervous, a curse like one of the unforgivables? That doesn’t seem right. I think it’s something different. I waited patiently. I stayed quiet, giving him some time to explain what happened to me.

After a minute he explained, “There is a curse called Pinocchio. It’s not one of the unforgivables…it’s something different. Ms. Lovegood, have you heard of the muggle movie or story of Pinocchio?” He asked. I nodded. Where is he going with this? What kind of curse did they cast on me?

He continued to say, “I am sincerely sorry to inform you that is what is happening to you. You have some of the same…characteristics of Pinocchio.” That’s what I felt different from before. I could turn into wood!

“Sadly, instead of a fairy trying to help you one of your fellow housemates did this to you and if you continue to lie your nose and along with yourself will turn to complete wood.”

I was in shock. This is a surprising revelation.

“But there is a cure and the students who did this will be punished.”

Why? What if this is a good thing? I thought.

“No.” I finally said aloud.

“What?” They both asked.

“I don’t want to get rid of this, I want to prove them wrong.” I felt determined.

“Ms.Lovegood this is not the way.”

“Please headmaster, I need to do this.” He looked at me pensively for a minute. “Alright Ms.Lovegood you may precede but if anything happens we must give you the cure.”

“Of course sir,” I smiled. It wasn’t necessarily that I just wanted to prove them wrong. I also thought this was a gift, a blessing if you will. Not a cure, not some evil curse. This could be a good thing. Dumbledore turned and walked away and headed to the door. I saw him open the door, our eyes met. I saw a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled warmly at me and opened the door to leave.

I turned over and plopped my feet to the stone flooring. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Back to my common room of course?”

“B-but you just got hurt.”

“I don’t see the problem with it, I’m perfectly healthy. I might have a wooden nose but other than that I’m fine.” I smiled warmly at Madame Pomfrey. She sighed and resigned “Off you go…” She paused, pointing a finger at me “But if you hurt in any way you make sure you come back, understood?”

“Of course.” I stepped away from her and skipped to the door. I opened it and gently closed it. I decided it was time to pay the gardens another visit.

–

I breathed in the fresh air, it felt good to be outside again. Some may say that I should rest or that I should take a break after all that occured here but I think otherwise. I looked over at the flowers. They were beautiful. I placed my hand over the flowers lightly caressing them as I skipped along. The air tickled as I continued to skip. I let out a laugh, this was truly my happy place.

But then I heard a different laugh. I turn around and meet the gaze of one of my housemates. It was actually a trio. The leader said, “I heard from Dumbledore that you decided not to let him fix you! You sure need it!” She laughs and her ‘friends’ join in. I felt a tug at my heart. But then I thought, ‘I’m not gonna let them ruin this for me. I made my decision and I don’t regret it.’

“You're a monster!” She says. Honestly this is just childish. Can she not come up with anything better than that?

“I am no monster, you represent all that is bad while I see the beauty in everything. You think that everything is awful. All you see is the bad, I see the good. And you are utterly wrong. Feel free to continue this little…debate but I’m not gonna let you tear me down.” I say as I move past them. I look back for a split second and see she looks dumbfounded. For someone who’s a Ravenclaw she doesn’t do her house well.

I walk towards a tree and head to sit down. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths in and out. But then I hear a bird chirp. I smile as I open my eyes. It landed on my nose! But it isn’t long enough. I hate to lie but this is an emergency! I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “I hate trees.” My nose grows just long enough for the bird to perch on it. The bird is a small Bluebird. It looks so soft. I carefully place my hand under its beak. The bird chirps happily and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Huh, perhaps this wasn’t a curse, I was right this was a gift. Even if it had evil intentions or cruel intentions whatever you would like to call it. It ended up being the greatest gift I could ask for even if some would say…what do the muggles call it? Problematic? Even if it’s problematic I’d say this worked out wonderfully. I know they wanted to ridicule me, but it didn't work.I guess you could say I got my happily ever after just like in the fairy tales.

The End

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call-me-daddy-fic-fest · 2 years ago

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February 27 — Reveal day 13

✨ lavinia ✨

TW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Underage, Graphic depictions of violence

Pairing: Luna/Lucius, Luna/Draco

Words: 8,460

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wordsarelife · 10 months ago

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—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

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btsbabe7 · 5 days ago

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Keep Me (In the Shadows)

Word Count: 5.4k

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader

Warnings!: 18+, unprotected, impregnation

Synopsis: The walls of Hogwarts contain many secrets of their own, but on a late night, you and Draco Malfoy find yourselves uncovering one of your very own.

“Is it true,” Draco begins, voice ragged and rough around the edges, “that everything in this blasted castle resets at midnight?”

You watch the way the hem of his ebony robe propels on a soft wind over the dusty cobblestone tiles of the corridor. He remains a few strides ahead as he always does, walking quickly, yet aimlessly. He’d once told you it’d been his way of deflecting attention. If his eyes remained straight ahead, naturally he’d be unaware that you’re following his every move or anyone else for that matter.

So, you trail him inconspicuously, keeping your eyes glued to the empty corridor walls, the back of his robe, and his platinum hair with no real destination in your mind either. Your only goal is not getting caught alone with him this late in the night when students are forbidden to be outside of their dorms. If one were to stop you two, say a professor, you’d both lie and say you were returning to your respective areas. Draco’s speed walking would be believable enough.

“I’m sure there may be some logic behind that, but ultimately, I doubt it…”

“And you and Potter? Did that relationship reset at midnight? Better yet, what’s the logic behind that?”

Draco practically spits the words out in spite and you come to a sudden halt as they echo throughout the corridor. His words are far too large for a space so empty, for a space where perked, attentive ears may overhear or eavesdrop. In a corridor where lurking eyes may pry around corners in search of the next day’s gossip, you have to be careful. It’d happened before, not to you and Draco, but other students, and their secret escapades had been aired out to all who dared to listen over the next morning’s pumpkin juice. Yet, Draco cares more about this than the idea of being caught and the risk of detention. You can sense it in the way his shoulders and back stiffen with his walk.

Tossing your left arm over your right, you give the upper portion a soft squeeze while inhaling deeply through your nose. Dust tickles your nostrils and the faint smell of leftovers fill the air. You take in the toastiness of roasted chicken, the garlicky herbs that had been marinated into bite-sized potatoes, the sweet cinnamon sugar coating that had been dusted over pumpkin pasties and handcrafted pies, and the savory aroma of buttered rolls as they all congregate in a single whiff. With a sharp exhale through your mouth, you spew your thoughts.

“And who told you that? Your loyal gang of servants over this morning’s breakfast? Crabbe and Goyle? Zabini perhaps? Is that why you avoided me in Potions today?”

Draco stops mid-step and glances down at the obsidian leather crafting the wholecut Oxford shoes laced at his feet. His inhale is just as sharp as your exhale had been and he spins on the heel so quickly that the violent whip of his robe is enough to take your breath away, even several steps away. His eyes laser in on you and the space between your bodies suddenly feels smaller. Tighter. Suffocating.

His strides are few, long and confident, and you know he’ll land in front of you before you have a chance to finalize your true opening argument. With the click, clack, clicking of his expensive shoes bringing him closer, you whimper.

“It doesn’t matter who told me. I want to know if it’s true. Why they’re saying about you and Potter getting back together, dating again, and when you were planning to tell me. All these nights we’ve been sneaking about the castle together and you didn’t bother mentioning it,” he hisses the words in a rush and sneers at the thought of you with the oh so perfect chosen one while he’s left on the sidelines. “You didn’t tell me you were considering it, considering him again. You didn’t mention it on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower, not in stacks of the Restricted Section, not in your dorm nor mine, and certainly not here, in this blasted corridor. Why not mention it a week ago when y—“

“Don’t finish that sentence, Draco,” you snarl.

His brows pinch at the challenge, but your eyes go wide in alert from the words you know were close to escaping his lips. Lewd and shameful they would have been had they reached the atmosphere. You glance up and down the seemingly void corridor with those same wild, worried eyes. You know how things can be twisted to snare even the brightest and most innocent of witches, but the words that clung to his tongue wouldn’t need to be twisted in order to ruin you both. Your quick search is fruitless and you let out a shaky sigh while rolling your shoulders back.

“I was going to tell you, Draco, that I was considering it… considering him, again.”

“When?” He demands. “Or were you going to wait until my tongue was halfway down your throat? Again.”

“Before, of course! Merlin… What kind of girl do you take me for, Draco?”

“You and I know exactly what kind of girl you are,” Draco retorts and studies you smugly.

His lips seal in a tight line and fire and ice blaze in the depths of his eyes before he spins once more and storms off in a blinding rage. You watch as he strides off prematurely, before hearing you out. He mutters something about how he knew things were too good to be true as he continues down the endless hall. You watch the way his hand clasps the nape of his neck under his long blonde hair and he keeps it there for a good while.

Once you gather your own thoughts, you hurry your strides in an attempt to mirror him, but you struggle to keep up with his head start and longer strides. The perks of being tall, you remind yourself. When you do catch up, he’s almost at the very end of the corridor, a dead end anyways, but you snatch him to a halt by the hood of his robe.

Draco falters and lets out a guttural groan when the sound of a ripping seam cuts through the silence air in response.

“You’ll pay for this, Y/ln!”

You feel prepared now. You’re ready to make your argument, to stand your ground, to explain yourself. You know that you have the right words sorted out and that with Draco cornered, he’ll have to listen.

Until he turns to face you.

His pink lips are pulled into a grimacing tight-lipped frown and an indented line appears down the center of his forehead where his thick brown brows are drawn together. His eyes shift over your features erratically before settling on yours, sharp like a double edged dagger ready to pierce. Two furious, impenetrable walls of frozen silver. Your body frosts over and you shrink where you stand. You struggle to meet his gaze and chew on the inside of your cheek as your mind goes blank.

You can’t think.

You can hardly breathe.

And when Draco opens his mouth, you wonder how you’re still alive when your heartbeat is racing so rapidly that your chest could easily explode.

“Tell me, Y/n,” he seethes.

A violent flame dances behind the walls of ice in his irises as his gaze flickers over the features of your face in frustration. Your lips are reddened and cracked from nibbling at them in nervousness and your nose appears swollen and puffed as if you’re attempting to hold back tears. Draco would usually swallow his pride seeing you in such a state, but he needs answers, so he settles on the wildness behind your dark eyes before continuing.

“Tell me,” he repeats. “When he fucks you, do you think of me?”

Your eyes dart towards his and your cheeks grow unbearably hot. You choke on the words as if you’re the one who dared spout them out. You’ve never experienced Draco this livid. You’d never heard his words become this vulgar, at least not with you, and that makes you all the more nervous. You’d convinced yourself that these nightly escapades meant nothing to him, that you were nothing more than a girl he could use or discard at his own will. He’s Draco Malfoy for heaven’s sake, and he could have any girl he pleased, that had come with the territory of having power and money at your disposal. You’d thought tonight would be the last night when you’d received his owl and that he’d be alright with that fact.

Clearly you’ve never been more wrong in your entire life.

You watch his tongue glide across the smooth plains of his natural pink lips and the fire blazing quietly in the torches overhead reflect a glistening orange on the thin coat of saliva left behind. You fixate on his features, from those shimmering lips up to the bridge of his nose. Your eyes roam up to the very roots of his platinum blonde hair before retracing your gaze and focusing on his eyes once more. They’ve softened a bit, not from the fire in the torches, but from the fire now kindling between you two.

He lets out a scoff as if he’s annoyed by you, as if you’ve been the pain in his arse all along. Before your brain can register the noise that escapes the base of his throat for a second time, he delves into you.

His lips are the first part of his body that comes into contact with yours. They’re warm against yours and so pillowy soft that you can’t bear pulling away. Instead, you bring your arms up to his collarbones and allow your index finger and thumb to mold into the curved base of his long neck. His artery pulse wildly underneath your grasp and your heart warms at the rhythmic expansion. You love the feeling, the palpitating of thick blood quickening through his body, underneath his skin, all livened by your touch.

Draco takes the final step to close your bodies together more comfortably and brings his arms around your waist to mold you into the perfect contours of his slender body.

“I can’t stop,” he mutters against your mouth and drops his lips into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to stop, Y/n.”

He knows this will ruin you. It does every single time. With his lips against your neck and his words growing more desperate, lower and needier with each breath. You know exactly what he’s playing at. And yet, you allow your head to tilt back for more. More. More. And more. You’ll always need more of this, more of him. You rake a hand through the hairs lying against the nape of his neck. They’re course, yet silky in your gentle grasp and you close your eyes to the ceiling with a sweet smile as it drives him deeper into your flesh.

“Draco,” you purr.

He doesn’t bother responding with words. He only deepens the way he’s been working his lips against your flesh before allowing his burning tongue to trace a long column up the full length.

With this, you know exactly what is going to happen tonight and you take no desire in stopping it, not for Harry’s sake nor anyone else’s. In this very moment, it’s just you, Draco, and your desperate need for each other.

Need is a fickle thing and the need had begun long ago, long before your months of sneaking around to be together. It started when you were with Harry and Draco’s icy eyes would meet yours from across the room. Potions, the Great Hall, Herbology. Hell, even during their Quidditch practices. Somehow his eyes had always found yours in every room, and perhaps, some part buried deep inside of you liked it.

Every single glance had you feeling things Harry never made you feel during your three years of dating. It’s made you feel warm and dizzy as if you were going mad. Yet, nothing truly begun when you’d ended things with Harry. It’d been just before Christmas break. Harry planned to return home for its duration, so you had the comfort of knowing he’d be able to mend himself surrounded by those he loved, family and friends, while you stayed behind.

All your friends had called you mad when they discovered your frequent whereabouts—studying with Draco in the courtyards, his frequent smirks gifted across the dining tables during breakfast or dinner, his need to suddenly partner with you in Potions right after the break. You never truly expected them to understand the hungriness of your yearning for each other, that need for constant contact. Something in Draco’s presence had brought you back to a primal state of being, of craving and desire. Something feral melded in the deepest parts of your core and engraved itself in your very bones when his eyes met yours, but you couldn’t tell your friends that. So, instead of going behind Harry’s back, this is the alternative. This is freedom.

Draco takes a single step back and relishes the way you shiver when he releases a cool breath against the wet trail he’d left behind. He watches you slowly unravel from the ribbon of your high while shuffling out of his robe. Your eyes remain glassy and wide, glazed with lust as you work off his tie and snake it around your own neck before moving in to unbutton his shirt. The shiny black buttons are slick against your fingers as you round them out of each hole. One by one they expose a pinch more of his creamy white skin, so smooth and pale and familiar, and your mouth froths at the sight.

Draco manages to remove his belt from the buckle and unbutton his pressed trousers as you work at the buttons. By the time you’ve finished unhooking the last, his pants pool around his ankles with a soft thud. He backs you against an opening and hoists you up on the ledge of one of the many oversized lattice windows lining the corridor wall. Silver moonlight plays in the sharp grayish hues of his irises and you watch it as he focuses on you. He kneels to work your black stockings off and your stomach knots. He’s become quite the expert in doing this, managing to get the black fabric off and having your skirt and panties out of sight within seconds.

Draco smirks, a cocky smile that reflects his satisfaction after they plop onto the floor with a quiet thud. He drapes your legs over his forearms, hooking his arms underneath your knees, and stares into the void between your bodies. Your brows furrow as you study him. You swear you can sense worry creeping over his features. Perhaps the thought of you going behind Harry’s back has him rattled, or perhaps the idea of getting caught, even though you two never have before.

He relaxes his shoulders and lets out a sigh that would’ve gone unnoticed had you not been watching him. But the worry slips away just as quickly as it’d come, and in a few blinks of your eyes, the only evidence remaining is the gentle twinkle in his eyes when they finds yours again.

Murals of silvery grey fall upon you as the pressure between your thighs rings sharp. You need this just as much as he does. There are no games and the foreplay remains the small tiff you two just had as the aching pleasure of him slipping against you engulfs all your senses. You gasp in relief, eyes lowering at the feeling of his stiff sex gathering your sticky arousal. He teases your bottom lip with his tongue and grazes his chill breath over your warmth.

Draco watches you squirm uncomfortably on the stone ledge. He has to admit that this wasn’t the best place for sex and he hates the idea of your bare ass plastered on the dusty, frigid sandstone bricks, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t wait until one of you found a more respectful place to relieve yourselves. He couldn’t be bothered either when he’d led you to the stacks of the Restricted Section for the first time months ago during Christmas break, nor when he’d taken you in his dorm knowing his friend’s would be asleep in the same room. The list goes on, and yet, he needs you just the same now. He would’ve taken you in the Great Hall if he had to, would have risked everything to have lain you out like his own personal spread to devour whole. That’s how crazy you drive him, that’s how mad you make him feel, and he can’t wait another second. Not even when the idea of betraying Potter in such a way lurks heavily in the back of his mind, even after the whispers, the rumors of you two being back together. It’s the ultimate betrayal, but he cannot stop himself. He has no control over this.

Your mouth parts to let out a moan. As it does, Draco places his palm firmly over it, covering those beautiful lips and muting the sound before slithering between your decadent folds. His teeth sink into his bottom lip to rein in his own pleasure. You feel like a tight hug and he almost loses himself in the feeling. So warm, so comforting, so cruelly wet. Aside from the last fact, he’s sure this is what heaven feels like, what home should feel like, and he knows he can’t let this go. He can’t let this feeling of belonging be stripped away if he finally gets a say in it.

Your head rolls back with the first snap of his hips and you mewl softly. It’s only been two days and you’d magically forgotten how delicious and blissful the first taste of his cock is. You’d forgotten the pleasure in feeling his heat and hardness running deep along your walls and pulling your orgasm closer with each motion. He thrusts in again and your back arches. You watch your breaths fog against the exposed glass panes, weaving their own intricate patterns between ebony lattice, and it takes you back to the first time Draco had claimed your innocence.

On Christmas morning, after breakfast, you’d sent your owl from your dorm window with a letter that contained only two lines:

Restricted Section tonight.

Don’t be late, Malfoy.

Since that magical night in the stacks, you’ve never loved anything more. Every week for a month, you’d sought him out. It’d been pathetic, but you were unable to liberate yourself from the yearning of taking him again. Your need wouldn’t subside, even after you’d taken him. He’d turned you into this feral, insane being, and you found yourself chasing that body to body connection and the slow build up of your pleasure around his length endlessly.

Draco’s pants fill your ears with the sweetest melody as he plows into you, leaving no more room for nostalgia. With each violent rut of his hips, neither of you have the time to recover from the ecstasy prickling in your veins. The heat pooling in your core keeps your mind centered and your gaze focused on him.

“Draco...”

You watch him through heavy, lidded eyes, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip in a teasing grin as you watch his hips burst forward. The rhythmic sound of your skin colliding and his low howling heightens your senses. Suddenly, you’re keenly aware of the little ache unraveling like a ribbon in the pit of your belly, but also the bareness of his chest begging to be touched.

You glide your fingertips up the plain of his stomach, taking in the darkened hairs forming around the edges of his navel. You follow the faint trail up to his lanky chest, taking in the slight bit of muscle around his pecks before continuing up and over his shoulders. You curl yourself around him and trace circles over the bone when he falters closer. Beads of sweat form over the span on his forehead and you watch the way it collects like glistening raindrops against his scalp before trickling down streaks of his swaying platinum hair. You fight every instinct in order to spare him of the sensation of your fingers running throughout his hair and massaging into his scalp. He’d shutter in pleasure if you were to so, and right now, he doesn’t deserve the satisfaction.

Draco’s fingernails burrow into the flesh of your hips and you howl at the feeling, abandoning all prior thoughts. He thrusts forward. Harder. Deeper… Once. Twice. A third time for good measure. Then, again and again while a series of moans pour from your parted mouth.

“Tell me you won’t miss how good I make you feel?” He murmurs. “Isn’t that why you’re here tonight? Because poor little Potter cannot be bothered with pleasing his own woman? He should be treating you like the chosen one. Doesn’t he know you are?”

You bite into your lip again, but this time it’s to keep your mouth shut. You know there’s no use in telling him the truth, that Harry hadn’t as much as lain a finger on you in this way. Not once in all the three years you’d been together. Though, you know he’s wanted to. Draco is the only one that’s ever had you this way, completely defiled you, talked you down, brought you to your lowest and highest all at once.

Your eyes roll again as Draco steadies out his rhythm to catch his breath.

Surely the portraits will spread word in the morning of how they heard students moaning and followed the sound after seeing you and Draco disappear down an unlined corridor moments before. You’ll have to talk to Harry and admit it. That’s one thing you’re certain of. If you don’t, they’ll call you scandalous and Draco would get it worse. Dumbledore may even have to expel you faster than Professor Snape can chastise Malfoy for his lewd, unacceptable actions, in which his father, Lucius, will truly not want to hear about.

“Shit…” he hisses. His eyes snap shut and his lips tremor with his ragged pants. His nose crinkles and the movement of his hips grow erratic once again. With his grip tightening on your flesh, he lets out a low groan. “I’ve almost forgotten how good you feel. I might blow my load inside of you… teach you a lesson.”

“You will not,” you protest, straight faced and using all your strength to not react to the pleasure radiating throughout your body. “Draco, we can’t.”

“Or what? You’ll curse me?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Draco sneers and leans down until his face is hovering above yours. He allows your ankles to rest against his shoulders, knees parallel to the ceiling. He watches the way you fight every instinct of pleasure, how you keep your eyes on his instead of allowing them to sink back, how you hold his triceps when you want nothing more than to have your hands grasping your aching breasts or to have them wrapped tightly around the base of his throat. He chuckles at the fact that you wish to moan, but your duty to privacy holds steady, keeps you quiet and whimpering instead of letting loose. And he watches in amusement as you slowly unravel with every swift and sharp stroke of his hips. As he does, he begins to realize just how much he actually cares about you.

“Tell him you’re mine,” Draco demands. “Tell me and tonight you’ll tell him so I can spend all day showing you how well I treat my personal possessions.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease. “Is that right, Draco?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

You let out a sharp giggle and rope him in closer by the back of his neck, so close that you can take in every breath exhaling from his lungs and pull them into your own. You watch the way the iciness in his eyes melts away and glaze over with something more warm and comforting. And your core ripples at the possibility of something more than lust looming between the both of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re this close already,” he complains, truly embarrassed for you by the look of annoyance in his eyes.

“Mmm… I think I am,” you whimper and grasp the lapels of his crinkled button up to yank him a breath closer. “Fill me up, Draco…”

He scoffs.

He is truly embarrassed for you, but you wish he could see himself panting, slicked with sweat, eyes soft, and looking so sexy whilst buried between your thighs. He’s the portrait of pathetic and you know you should make him beg.

“Beg,” you croak and yank him down until his lips are just above yours.

You throat stings, sore and scratchy from attempting to leave it shut as Draco plowed through your slick folds one thrust at a time.

“You’re insane,” he chuckles and glimpses down at your reddened lips.

“Only for you,” you whisper and swallow a moan as you caress the sharpness of his cheeks. “Make me yours, Draco.”

His lips tug into a sharp smile and he presses his lips against yours hard and hungrily. He’s tired of your games. Perhaps he realized that much sooner than tonight and the thought of losing you had become too unbearable for him.

“Fuck,” he huffs into the sticky air between the both of you before reclaiming your lips.

“Love your cock being buried inside of me, Draco.”

You finally moan against him. After all, you aren’t evil enough to keep edging yourself when you’re both this close. He pulls his mouth away, panting heavily as he plants his palms on either side of you and stiffens.

“Are you finished?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he means. It only confirms that he’s serious now, serious in showing you exactly how he takes care of what’s his.

He glances down at his hardened length, only the tip remains hidden inside of your depths, and the rest gleams in your sticky, sweet arousal. He wants to taste you, but more than anything, he wants to bury his load deep inside of you. He wants it so deep that it doesn’t dare to trickle out. He doesn’t care about the consequences this close to graduation; he only cares about you filled to the brim with a piece of him, no matter what it is.

He thrusts inside and watches the way you swallow him greedily. Then, repeats the action again and again in a rapid rock of his hips. He senses your falling apart—legs trembling against his body, eyes softening to a roll, your arousal warming to slick wetness, scorching hot with each plunge. He takes pride in his string of thrusts, delivering them in a steady rhythm. Though, he wishes to tear you apart, your freed moans keep him from doing so. They guide him and keep him steady like music in his ears.

He grasps your chin and pulls your lazy gaze back to him.

“Keep your eyes right here, darling,” he demands sternly. “I want to see the way they roll when you release.”

With clenched teeth, you attempt to snatch your chin back, but he keeps his grip firm and your maneuver hardly wavers as he picks up speed with a groan and chuckle.

“You thought I’d let you dominate me?” He teases, his chuckle cutting through your moans. “I almost had you convinced. But don’t forget, my love, I’m always in control. No one tells me what to do.”

You whimper as he presses a thumb into your mouth to pacify you before ripping through your depths. His thrusts grow quicker with each second and you have no time to recoup from the pleasure prickling through your veins and pulsating in every corner of your being like liquid fire. Just as your eyes begin to roll, Draco snatches your jaw, showing just how much in control he truly is.

“I wish Potter could see how well you take me,” he pants cockily. “Just imagine if he knew the way I fit inside of you. So perfectly, if I do say so myself. You should see the way your cunt grips around my cock. You should see how wet you are for me. I dare you.”

You hum against his thumb and the vibration ricochets through you in a deep wave as you dare to glimpse between your thighs. You catch sight of his cock, a pulsing red with a vein so thick that it looks as though it hurts, and your arousal coating the surface in a glistening sweetness. Draco watches with you and your head spins.

“It’s been two days since I’ve felt you tightening around me. I can’t wait to feel it again.”

You keep your lips clasped tightly around his thumb. Your mind can hardly think of a quip, let alone find any words to overpower him. You don’t want to. You focus on the way his cock feels slipping in and out of your depths at different lengths, growing unsteady with each sway of his hips. You focus on his silver eyes staring into yours and his mocking grin as you finally come to terms with the fact that you are his. You’ve always been his. He’s just known it much longer than you have.

A bead of sweat drips from the tip of his swapping bangs and plops against your bare stomach. Draco chuckles and slicks his damp hair back with one hand while using his thumb on the other to massage the moisture into your skin. He presses in with a bit more pressure in attempt to feel himself plunging in and out of you. He keeps his thumb pressed firmly against you and steadies himself until he feels the motion underneath it. In and out. In and out, bulging at the center of your tightening core.

“Perhaps one day you’ll write about how well you take me,” he purrs. “And we’ll fill our library with books on our lovemaking.”

“I’m sure such books already exist,” you gasp, recalling all the steamy muggle romances you’d read over the summer.

“Then you’ll read one to me one of these days. Share your findings?”

“I’d rather show you,” you whisper.

He smiles, almost faltering before regaining his composure and finding your hips again.

“Draco?”

“Mhm?”

“Tell me I’m your favorite,” you mutter and buck up against him.

He stops suddenly and his nails dig deep into your pillowy flesh. You feel his cock twitch deep inside of you and you smirk when his eyes land on yours again.

“Being sneaky are we?” He muses and rams into you.

His palm finds your mouth again just before a bloodcurdling moan slips out.

He does it again with a teasing smile.

Then again.

And again.

And again until you’re whimpering and trembling around him. You reach for his forearm, but he denies it and presses into you harder.

Your eyes roll and you grasp the ledge underneath yourself, but it’s too hard. You go for his wrist, the same one allowing his hand to keep you almost silenced. You shiver around him and your thighs go limp against his thrusts. It’s not long after that his pants turn into a sharp hiss and a new heat overwhelms you.

Draco falters on top of you and stares straight into your eyes as he fills you up to the brim with his warm seed. You search his eyes for any form of deceit, but you find none. There never has been, not when it came to you and him.

His hand slowly retreats and you let out a loud inhale, taking in the dusty air of the corridor before slinging your arms around his neck and rushing your lips against his. He tastes of tart apples, salty sweat, and the sticky strawberry taste of your lipgloss. You never knew you needed to taste such a combination, but if it came from him, you’d take it. You’d take it all.

“Y/n,” he mumbles.

“Yes, Draco?”

His eyes focus on yours as if the stars he’d once seen dancing around your face are slowly subsiding and the cloudiness of lust and desire fading.

“You truly are my favorite,” he breathes and runs a hand through your curls before peppering your lips with kisses. “And I plan to keep it that way.”

And somewhere deep in your gut, you have a feeling this won’t be the last time you hear those words, especially since you’d forgotten to confirm cc that it had only been a rumor going around the school, mere whispers. Someone had lied about you dating Harry again, but you don’t mind when the result of it brought Draco crawling back to you.

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unconventional-lawnchair · 1 month ago

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In The Absence of Goodbye

Bartemius Crouch Jr. x Fem!Reader

Summary: Concept- After being sent back in time to spend a year in the Marauders Era, reader is thrown forward in time and has her memories erased.

But was she truly sent home?

Aka: Dumbledore underestimates Barty's absolute disregard for order when it comes to his vixen.

In The Absence of Goodbye {Prologue}

In the Space Between {Chapter One}

In the Wake of Us {Chapter Two}

We're Always Shifting {Chapter Three}

You'll Have My Memories {Chapter Four}

You'll Remember My Words {Chapter Five}

You'll Always Have Me {Chapter Six}

Taglist: @bmyva1entine @edb954 @juniorlore @milunalupin @ailoda @ellipsisspelled @nessielovesfood @yannew @schrodinger-ka-billa @rory-cakes @rubyboobie17 @jennapancake @vilentia @derbygracie

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cuntrygirlcallista · 1 year ago

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☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

@cuntrygirlcallista

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chocochannie · 1 year ago

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Blaise Zabini headcanons

He loves baking

Really smart but doesn't show it

Has a good skin care routine, literally better than Pansy's

Mamas boy

Kinda quiet, but when you get to know him he'll never shut up

Likes reading by the fireplace

Loves Draco more than himself, they're inseparable

Owls his mum often, he tells her about all the little things that happened

He's friends with Luna and Neville, and every time he hears someone speaking bad about them, he's ready to fight

That man is extremely humble

He's really fascinated by muggle sports

He's an amazing listener and advice giver, you can come to him every time you feel down

Fluent in Italian

Treats Pansy like his little sister

He's a gentleman, his mum taught him how to treat girls right

Neat handwriting

Loves potions and dada

Enjoys watching old muggle movies

Girls are all over him but he hates it

Always on time

Loves giving and receiving flowers

He's literally addicted to coffee, can't start a day without a cup of coffee

Has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen

Dad of the group

Drags Theodore out of bed almost everyday, just to make sure he eats breakfast

Gives really good hugs

Masterlist

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lionizingheathen · 2 months ago

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can u please do another smut for luna?? just discovered your works today and they are gems!! its rare for writers to write luna’s uniqueness well and you did so freaking great with yours!!

Sure thing! I appreciate the compliment

Luna Lovegood x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, orgasm, aftercare, oral sex reader receiving, fluff

Eucalyptus. That was the scent that always stuck with you when you showered because of the intense amount that Luna had in your bathroom, and you'd come to associate her with it, even when she wasn't there... It was nice, other than making your mind wander to when she was there, to the feelings of her fingers, her tongue, her lips-.

"Love?" Ah! She was home.

Fuck yes.

"In here." You called, turning off the shower as you cleared your throat, trying to push the thoughts down as Luna pulled the door open.

"You showered without me?" Luna sounded almost betrayed, and you chuckled, not opening the shower curtain yet, not even bothering to grab your towel.

"Sorry, did you want to join me?" She paused, really thinking that over. That was something that you liked with Luna; she seemed to be deliberate in everything that she did.

"Well, I quite like it... But we do get distracted, which defeats the whole purpose of our shower." She said, and you chuckled, shaking your head as you restacked everything you used in the shower, wanting to keep the space as neat as possible.

"Baby, that can be the purpose of the shower." you reminded her, rubbing the towel through your hair with a sigh... It felt good to be clean.

"Right... But you wanted to get clean, right?" She asked innocently, and you nodded. This time, yeah.

"Mhm." You crawled out of the shower, feeling her presence behind you.

"Then it's good I didn't join." That made your cunt throb. "Mmmm." She licked lightly over your skin, making you shiver.

Fuck.

"What're you doing, Lovegood?" You felt her teeth dig lightly into your shoulder, pulling a gasp from you. "Ah." You'd let her bite you, you'd let her consume you if that was what she wanted.

"Did you know that your skin is sweet?" Luna asked, and you chuckled, leaning back into her as you cupped her cheek softly, feeling her fingers explore your skin, still damp from your shower... Part of you worried that you felt too rough, sometimes she commented on how your skin felt different right out of the shower, but she didn't seem to mind right now.

"I mean, I've never tasted my skin, so I can't say that I've really thought about that... What does it taste like?" You asked, and Luna tucked her face against your neck, inhaling again.

"I don't know... You... But you if you were a sweet." You furrowed your brows, chuckling as you shook your head... Luna had such an interesting way about her.

"Careful there, you're making it sound like you wanna eat me." She paused, her hands pressing softly on your waist to turn you around, easing you against the wall... You were realizing just how much you hadn't dried off now, how much her clothing was probably damp

"Not in a cannibalistic way, no... But I do want to go down on you." Your eyes widened as you felt her lick across your collarbone, moaning at the taste of your skin. "So... In a way, I do want to eat you right now." Oh my god.

"I..." You had no idea how to respond to that other than saying hell fucking yes, but Luna read you too quickly in her own way.

"Sorry, is that not something you want right now? We can lay down and I'll hold you, we don't have to-." You pulled her into a messy, frantic kiss, careful to hold her face the way that she liked before you let go, gesturing for her to get down.

"Get on your knees, Lovegood." Luna's cheeks pinkened as her lips gaped open, clearly shocked by what you'd said... You sometimes struggled to talk like that to her, even though she'd asked that you do sometimes... You just didn't wanna make her uncomfortable.

"Oh." She immediately followed your directions, and then you paused, grabbing her arm... There was something she'd said last time...

"Wait. Do you still get that weird feeling when you're kneeling like last time? You said it felt like your bones were moving wrong, like..." You trailed off, unsure of exactly what she'd said, but Luna caught on quickly, nodding.

"Nargles in my skin. Yes, I think I do." She said, and you pushed off the wall quickly - the last thing you wanted was for Luna to have any discomfort during this, and that had caused her a lot of discomfort last time and had really taken away from it.

"I'll be right back." She trailed her hand on your body as you walked off, only letting it drop once you were out of range of her touch, like the idea of her fingers leaving your skin was tragic. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you grabbed a pillow from your bed, walking back in with it triumphantly. "This'll help." You said, crouching down so that Luna could readjust herself on the pillow. She leaned forward, kissing your cheek softly in a way that made you blush.

How funny was that? She was about to go down on you, but her kissing your cheek made you blush like a schoolgirl... Small things, always small things.

"Thank you." Her beaming smile as you sat up was enough to make your knees feel like they had turned to jelly. "Now nothing can take my focus off of you." She said, sounding so determined that you really did believe her, but there was one thing that you wanted to make clear.

If she saw anything, she did have to say something.

"I mean, if there's a Nargle near me, I expect you tell me so that we can move... I don't want any peeping Toms."

"Currently... They are nowhere near you. I promise." She said, and you smiled down at her, brushing her hair out of her face as you let out a content sigh... You couldn't see them, obviously you couldn't, but you knew that Luna could, which sometimes?

Not what you wanted to have around you... You liked the private moments with her to be private like this. It was nice to get away from it all, even away from the unseen creatures.

"Good, because that would be-." Luna leaned in, licking a stripe up your cunt, pulling a gasp from you as you tried to not let your legs close around her head. "Awkward, fucking hell..." You whimpered, seeing Luna's smile when she pulled back.

Oh, you did that on purpose.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you... I just... You taste so good, I got distracted by my urge, you can keep talking if you'd like-." You let out a breathless chuckle, grinning down at her.

She was so sweet with you, fuck.

"Luna, I think you know what I'd like right now, go with your gut, baby." You murmured, and Luna frowned, shaking her head.

Why not?

"The gut isn't always the most reliable..." That didn't matter... The gut was right with you.

"But with me it is, we're in love, your gut can be trusted." You promised, pushing her hair out of her face as she sat there for a moment, looking at you with such vulnerability that it made you feel breathless.

"Promise?" She asked, and you nodded... She didn't need to ask, but you understood why she did. She was used to people messing with her, even if she didn't acknowledge it as that there had to be something in there that had absorbed that.

"Promise." She leaned in, her tongue tracing over you again.

Fuck me.

"Mmmm..." Your eyes rolled back as you felt her hum around your clit, a move that never failed to make your head spin... You weren't sure how you were staying upright, but God, you were gonna do you best.

"Luna... Oh, fuck..." You breathed, fighting the urge to just push her down and ride her face... you knew she liked it like this, that she liked you like this.

"You taste amazing, love... Always." Luna mumbled, spreading your folds with her fingers before she buried her face in you, like she wanted to consume you whole. You gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth as one found her hair, your world feeling tilted when her tongue found your clit.

Merlin, she always felt so good.

"Oh... Fuckfuckfuck... Yes..." You whined, grinding against her face even as you tried not to, her arms looping around your thighs to pull you closer, making you nearly lose balance.

Careful there, baby.

"Merlin, you're so fucking good." Luna was the best you'd ever had, and she just kept getting better. "So good." You whined, hanging your head back as two fingers slid deep inside you, making your mouth drop open as she curled them.

Oh fuck me... Fuck me, please...

"Luna..." Your voice was hardly above a whisper, but that was all that Luna needed to hear to know exactly what was going on, to know that you were frantically nearing the edge... You always finished fast with her.

"Are you close?" Luna asked, and you nodded frantically, biting on the back of your hand to keep from collapsing as she continued to toy with your clit, two fingers buried deep inside you.

"Mhm! Almost... I'm almost there, don't stop." You whined, your voice sounding completely unlike you as Luna grinned up at you, sweet and gentle even as she worked quickly inside you, making your legs turn to jelly and your mind melt.

"Perfect." She murmured, sucking your clit back into her mouth as you let out a high whine, scratching down the walls as you felt the heat in your stomach snap and you fell over the edge.

"Cumming, holy fucking shit... Luna!" You gasped, riding your orgasm out before falling into your next one ridiculously quick, making your head spin as you pushed her face away, wincing when you felt her fingers leave you.

Damn.

"I really like how my name sounds leaving your lips." Luna said, pressing kisses up your body as you let your head thud against the wall, heart still thumping as you fought hard to catch your breath. It was crazy that she managed to stay so calm while giving you such pleasure.

"That's wonderful, baby..." You murmured, feeling Luna's arms around your waist, pulling you to slump against her.

"Here." She traced up and down your spine, making you sigh as you tucked into her. "You need to steady your breathing, let me hold you up." You smiled lazily, leaning over to press a kiss to the side of her head... You could rally if she wanted something.

You wanted to rally if she wanted something.

"Do you want-." You started, but Luna just held you closer, effectively cutting off your communication.

"Not right now." Oh. "I will want something later though, but right now, holding you is good." Oh... God, that made your heart feel warm as you sighed, letting yourself fully be held up by her.

"Mmm... Protecting me?" You asked, enjoying the way that she seemed to hold you tighter the second you said that, like you were some precious thing that she didn't want to let go of... That she couldn't let go of.

"Always."

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