#Moonshout

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Been a while since I posted some of my Artfight material, so, uh, let's just say these profiles are part of the same unit.

Vispar is the creation of @zdraws

Tail-Wind is the creation of twitter user purplgreencream

Angeltide and Moonshout were created by DeadAngelCat

and Crosswind is the creation of @doomface

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WIP Roundup

Tagged by @vukovich

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have wips. 

I’m a week late, but then when am I ever on time?

In order of most recently worked on (all DRARRY, uos):

Only Honest When it Rains (which isn’t actually the title anymore but I’m used to using OHWIR to refer to it instead of IHTB)

Red Wine and Chapped Lips

Eryka Soulmate AU (hello, @cupofsquirrelfan !)

IHTB Azkaban

Untitled (I think this is Harry/Teddy?)

for blue, moonshout (my processing of Blue’s death, in what can be loosely referred to as poetry)

Fucking at Funerals (posted in the big DRARRY server and filled by Anonymous here i did not write it)

Draco in ‘The Press Conference Rag’

3 Rules

Coffeeshop Under the Stairs

Shibari Drarry

LCD 2022

Wireless 2021

And that’s all, friends! Because I’m so late on this, I’m not going to risk tagging a bunch of people who have likely already be tagged, but feel free to participate regardless!

@cardiganvigilante tagging you because TELL ME MORE, I NEED THE FLUFF PART

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kinktober, day 18-19. finger sucking + choking

this is for @bluebutter-art. I coupled these two prompts to try and give you what you asked ❤️the choking is very very subtle and light, and this is a bit silly but I hope you’ll like it! Thanks to TheseLittleWonders and moonshout for the beta. 

It had become an obsession.

Since the first time Harry had seen Malfoy doing it, his brain had short-circuited, and it became the only thing he could think about.

“Are you still staring at the ferret?” Ron asked over breakfast. 

Harry quickly turned to look at him, feeling a suspicious heat spreading through his cheeks. “Err, you know, better not take any chances. Gotta keep an eye on him,” Harry replied as he felt Hermione’s eyes burn a hole in his skull.

“Of course,” he replied with a raised eyebrow. Harry knew he hadn’t fooled them, but he hoped at least a bit of dignity could be salvaged. 

The truth was that Malfoy had insanely long, elegant, perfect fingers. Damn it, it was driving Harry insane. 

How could someone be so aroused by fingers, of all body parts? Still. The other day, they had all been hanging around in the eighth year common room and Malfoy had been eating a krapfen. When he took a bite, cream sprayed all over his hand, and the next thing Harry knew, Malfoy was licking it all off his fingers. Eagerly. Slowly. Harry’s heart had given a double jolt and his cock had hardened impossibly. 

He hadn’t been that subtle, judging by the way Malfoy had looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

Harry had wanted to die in his own corner of embarrassment but no such luck. 

So that’s how Harry found himself at breakfast, staring hungrily at Malfoy licking chocolate off his index finger four seats away. 

He really couldn’t be held accountable for what happened next.

“You should stop looking at me like that, Potter. People could start thinking funny things,” Malfoy whispered to him as he passed the entrance of the Great Hall. 

“Like what, Malfoy?” 

“Like what you actually want me to do is lick your spunk off my fingers,” Malfoy  replied, and really, how could a bloke stay sane after hearing something like that?

It was a natural reaction. Five minutes later they were in an abandoned classroom, Harry’s cock achingly hard in Malfoy’s very long, surprisingly silken fingers. 

“Kinky Potter, who would have thought,” Malfoy whispered after Harry had come, smearing Malfoy’s fingers. Malfoy brought them tantalisingly close to his own lips. He slipped his tongue out, wicked, sensual and started licking Harry’s spunk off, then finally swallowed his fingers down to clean them up.

Harry didn’t last even two days before seeking Malfoy out again. The day after that one, they lay in Harry’s bed, curtains drawn. Harry had asked Malfoy to let him be the one doing the licking this time. He hadn’t meant it, but he couldn’t really think properly with a dildo up his arse. 

“Want to lick it off your fingers myself,” Harry had stuttered. “Your fingers are so fucking beautiful.”

Malfoy had chuckled, eyes going slightly wide. “Whatever,” he had replied. Then, “Merlin, Potter, fuck,” when Harry proceeded to worship Malfoys fingers with his tongue. 

But what would always be Harry’s final straw, the thing that triggered his orgasm, was seeing Malfoy’s fingers playing on his skin. Whether it was around Harry’s cock, trailing light paths up his thighs or up his sides. Sometimes, it was seeing his own nipples pinched between Malfoy’s index and thumb. 

“What a cute kink you’ve developed here,” Malfoy said once, cock deep into Harry, fingers maddeningly soft against Harry’s ribcage. 

Harry squirmed. “Ngg, fuck, Draco—” He was already feeling incoherent. His cock was glistening with copious amounts of pre-come, balls tight. He was so close.

Malfoy’s fingers wandered on Harry’s collarbone; then his elegant touch moved to Harry’s Adam apple. Harry shivered as Malfoy looked at him with a questioning brow.

Malfoy pressed lightly, shifting his fingers to the hollow of Harry’s throat. Harry’s mind blanked and he could feel the embarrassing moans and utter nonsense that started leaving his lips. Malfoy stilled inside Harry, whispered, “Okay?” 

Harry nodded, baring his neck some more. Malfoy’s fingers curled around it, pressuring just the right amount at the sides. Harry came and cried out from the depth of his throat. 

From that day on, Harry didn’t even have the time to feel inappropriate about his new kink. Draco —he just couldn’t stop calling him that in his mind— always praised Harry; apparently loved his kink even more than Harry himself.

They told their friends over breakfast, three weeks later. It was an accident. 

Somehow they ended up sitting next to each other that morning, much to everyone’s surprise.

“I guess I can bear the hissing coming out your biforked tongue this morning, Malfoy,” Harry said, chuckling internally. Draco would never let him have this one.

Draco turned to him, dipping a finger into melted honey and raising it to his mouth. “So funny, Potter,” he drawled, then sucked his finger in, drawing scandalised—when not horrified—noises from everyone.

Except Harry, who was probably the most idiotic and least subtle person in the world. “Merlin,” he gasped, earning himself more than one shocked expression.

“No, sorry to disappoint you. I’m not Merlin.” Draco giggled and put an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “You lack the most basic human subtlety, Potter.”

“Harry?” Hermione interjected with a note of amusement. He turned, seeing that everyone —Gryffindors and Slytherins alike— were staring at them. 

“Er, well, so, Malfoy and I—” 

“Oh, for the love of Godric, it was about time! Now you’ll stop talking about him every waking minute!” Ron exhaled, not even letting Harry finish that sentence, and...was that relief Harry could hear in his tone? Had Harry really been that obvious?

Everyone laughed and started chatting again, giving Harry and Draco no more than a glance. 

“See,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, leaning in. “No discretion.”

“You’re no better,” Harry muttered back, rolling his eyes. 

He stopped dead when he felt Draco’s fingers lightly brush the base of Harry’s throat, pressing eagerly against his pulse point. 

“I’ll show you discretion, Potter,” he murmured as his other hand started stroking Harry’s thigh.

Oh, Harry was utterly and delightfully fucked.