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sluttyslytherin · 2 years ago

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•HIS LONGING FOR MY HUSBAND•

DRACO MALFOY + MATTHEO RIDDLE + HERMIONE GRANGER

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ❥ Warnings: bisexual dom!Draco + bisexual sub!Mattheo, sub!Hermione, begging, facefucking, oral (male!&fem! receiving&giving), praise kink, riding, mindreading, creampie, threesome,

❥ Request?: I wrote this one on request from my Instagram a while ago (see msg above).

❥ Summary: Hermione finds out about Mattheo having feelings for Draco - and herself having feelings for both.

❥ Author‘s note: This one is like a small part of a dream coming true for me. I loved writing it. I‘m thinking about writing it in Draco+Mattheo+Y/N(?).

❥ Word count: ~4170

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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The first time Hermione had noticed Mattheo looking at Draco differently than it had been for years, was at a garden party at Mattheo's house.

Hermione and Draco were standing under one of the large white parasols which were set up in the garden. She was just sipping from Draco's wineglass, when she looked over his shoulder and caught Mattheo red-handed.

Mattheo was standing directly across from them, leaning against the wall of his house, smoking. His eyes gave way to his thoughts. If Draco had turned around that very moment and looked him in the eyes - only Merlin knew, what he would have found there.

But Hermione saw his gaze and while she couldn't read his mind like Draco could, she saw the lust that flashed in his very eyes as Draco turned and placed his glass on the table next to them. Mattheo eyed Draco so tensely that he didn't even realized that Pansy had come up to him and had started talking.

When Pansy tapped him on the shoulder for not responding, Mattheo looked away from Draco and accidentally looked straight into Hermione's eyes. He immediately realized she knew it.

She stared back and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Draco had always thought Mattheo was attractive - But neither of the boys wanted to admit that there were other things than just 'normal' monogamous relationships with one man and one woman.

Draco was talking about his work and some paperwork he was supposed to have done in four days, when Hermione saw Mattheo walking over to them. His steps were slow and his eyes almost pierced Draco's back. Hermione tried with all her strength to keep her thoughts to herself, wanting to see how the evening would turn out.

Mattheo greeted Draco by placing his hand on his shoulder and patting it gently. He was laughing and making a joke about Thestrals. To anyone else it would have seemed innocent but Hermione saw him bite his lip and his hand trailing down Draco's chest as he lifted it from his shoulder.

Her eyes wandered to her glass which she had now picked up from the table and she studied the red texture of the wine, shimmering in the dusk light. She listened to Draco and Mattheo innocently but an idea had already formed in her mind.

She wanted them both. She wanted to feel them, to fuck them, to own them. She wanted to hear Draco's name out of Mattheo's mouth and she wanted to see Draco indulge in a fantasy, he'd never had the opportunity to live until now.

She just didn't know how she could make it happen.

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It was already evening when Mattheo said goodbye to the last guests - the last ones except for Hermione and Draco.

Mattheo was just closing the front door with a slight movement of his hand when he noticed Hermione shamelessly lasciviously taking a seat on his large, black leather couch. Draco couldn't take his eyes off off of her, as she sat there in her dark green dress that was pulled up to her thighs. She had crossed her legs slightly with the one foot on the floor on tiptoes.

She looked as innocent as she definitely wasn‘t.

Her other foot tapped to the beat of the soft music coming from the radio that was placed on the antique wooden table next to the door to Mattheo's bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly open and a soft sigh made it out of her mouth at that moment.

Draco stared at Hermione and didn't notice Mattheo stepping up behind him. Mattheo stopped a few inches behind Draco and inhaled his scent, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked around Draco and lightly elbowed him in the side.

“That was a good party, wasn't it?,“ he laughed mockly, more to get Draco's attention than for any other reason. Hermione opened her eyes and looked over at the two men - almost in surprise. They weren't standing far from her.

“Mattheo..,“ she said in a softly tone and in a voice that made both men immediately look back at her, “..you could visit us tomorrow. Draco has discovered that he seems to enjoy fumbling half-naked on his new motorcycle.“

After all, her expression was innocent, as were her movements, but Draco saw exactly where she was getting at.

He looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and by Merlin, he wished he could have taken her right here and now - right there on the couch. On Mattheo‘s couch. With Mattheo watching them.

Hermione gave him that kind of look which made her irresistible to him and he could feel how much it aroused him. It took him a lot of strengh not to run over to his wife and fuck her right on the spot.

“I don't know.. what are you thinking about it, Draco? The two of us, half-naked and tuning up a motorcycle?“ An innocent smile played around Mattheo's lips. It was in complete contrast to what his eyes were showing.

‚Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.‘

Draco could hear Mattheo's thoughts in his mind. It was the first time he had let him inside his head in ages.

‚Take me. Please.‘

Draco gulped. He tried not to show anything to Hermione. He was still standing there with his body turned towards Hermione and Mattheo beside him. Their shoulders were nearly touching. Draco would have loved to turn around to Mattheo.

‚You can have me. I'm your’s.‘

Mattheo's thoughts in Draco's head grew louder and louder. He couldn't concentrate on anything other anymore.

Hermione watched the scene intently. She could tell from the way Draco clenched his fingers in a fist and then stretched it out that he was bound by Mattheo. She knew that not much was missing for him to give in to him, but she also knew that this wouldn't happen this evening. She would have to talk to Draco first, because without her permission he would never get involved in anything else then only them two.

“See you tomorrow, Mattheo. Around 7pm?“

Hermione's voice literally cut through the air and tension between the two men. Mattheo cleared his throat. “Of course. See you tomorrow then.,“ he whispered. His voice was shaky. After a few seconds Mattheo turned around and escorted his last guests for the evening to the front door.

‚Tomorrow?‘

Draco heard Mattheo‘s question in his head, just as Mattheo slowly closed the door behind the two of them.

Hermione took his hand and as his fingers wrapped around hers, Hermione opened her mind to him. It wasn't a long walk home, so they walked. They spoke wordlessly, Hermione thinking and Draco reacting with his body language.

‚He wants you.,‘ Hermione thought. Draco squeezed her hand lightly as a sign he had heard her.

‚What's stopping you? I could see you struggling not to give in to him.‘ Draco sighed softly, almost silently. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn‘t know what to say.

‚I want to see it.‘ Hermione just thought it with no other words to not mislead the statement. ‚I want to feel you both.‘

Draco now stopped and turned to face Hermione. “Did I get that right?,“ he asked his wife. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash when she said it out loud again.

“I want to feel you both. I want to see you fuck him.“

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At 7 p.m. sharp there was a knock on the large glass front door that had separated the Malfoy's home from the rest of the world for several years already.

Hermione opened the door for Mattheo.

She had come up with an special idea for this warm summer evening. Draco had disappeared outside to the garden for over an hour ago already.

If Mattheo walked through the Manor and through the other glass door in the huge bay window which leads to the garden, he would spot Draco with nothing on but only wearing black sweatpants.

Hermione was wearing her long, red sundress which had a slit on one side, that started right at her waist and went down to the bottom. She was tired of looking innocent. Tonight, she wanted to be anything but that.

At least she hoped so.

“Good evening, Mattheo.,“ she whispered attractingly, as he stepped through the door into the Manor. He tried not to stare at her bare skin, but he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was unmistakable - no matter where he placed his gaze on at her body. She looked amazing standing there, barefoot and with her long loose hair falling in curls over her big breasts.

“Hello, Hermione.“ Mattheo swallowed hard. In fact, he had never seen his friend's wife like this before. He couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath the thin layer of fabric which she used to hide her curves with from other people's eyes. Hermione smiled.

“Draco is outside in the garden. You surely want to see him first?,“ she asked him with an innocent expression on her face. Mattheo didn't take his eyes off her bare hips. „I wouldn't mind staying here a little longer..,“ he breathed.

„Would you like a drink?,“ Hermione asked him, leading the way towards the kitchen. „I've got a really good brandy in my cupboard..“

“Brandy sounds good.,“ Mattheo answered her, with more than desire for the drink in his voice. And Hermione.. she liked the feeling he gave her with it.

Slowly she opened the cupboard that hung over the kitchen counter. It was where Draco kept his most expensive brandy and whisky. “It‘s really good.. it‘ doesn‘t taste too tart.. and has a fruity note..,“ Hermione began to explain to Mattheo - But Mattheo was staring out of the window. Hermione followed his gaze.

He was staring at Draco.

Draco was kneeling next to his motorcycle, working on one of the wheels.

“I know what you want.,“ she said with a slight undertone in her voice that immediately drew Mattheo's attention back to her. “Your facial expression can't be mistaken. You‘re almost drooling, looking at him.“

She turned away without waiting for an answer and picked up one of the glasses on the wall cabinet to fill it with expensive brandy. Mattheo really didn't know what to say. He felt bad the night before after the two left. Mostly because he was afraid that his friends had felt completely different about the situation than he did. He may have misunderstood Hermione.

“Do you want me to leave?,“ Mattheo asked Hermione. But she just shook her head, causing her brown locks to fly slightly around her head. Then she laughed and handed the glass to him. “No, quite the opposite. I already told Draco..,“ she replied while reaching for another glass. “I can't wait.“

She didn't look at Mattheo as she was saying these words.

Mattheo‘s gaze lingered on her for a long time, before he did finally take a sip of his brandy and looked back at Draco in the garden. “What did he reply to that?,“ Mattheo demanded, his excitement evident in his voice and without taking his eyes off the man.

“He didn't need to say anything. Just seeing his breathing pick up speed when I told him I want to see you two fuck was enough.“

Hermione tapped on the kitchen window cautiously. The sound surprised her husband slightly, so that he looked over to the window, confused.

Noticing not only Hermione in the kitchen but also Mattheo, his expression changed immediately and he got up from the grass he had been kneeling on.

His muscles seemed to dance in the glare of the evening sun as he moved. Even Hermione wondered how she deserved him and his body. She called herself lucky every time she took Draco‘s clothes off or kissed him.

Her gaze rested on his hip. A moment later, as he stepped out in front of the bike, Hermione could see that he wasn’t thinking about the motorbike the whole time.

He definitely had indulged into more hotter thoughts.

Draco raised a hand in greeting and pointed to the right, where the door of the terrace was separating the garden from the house. He made his way there and with every step the bulge in his pants became more than obvious.

Hermione pulled Mattheo with her by the sleeve. “Come, go greet your host.,“ she laughed softly. Mattheo didn't need to be told twice. He was at the door before Hermione, right when Draco who had kicked off his shoes and was stepping into the living room. “Hello, Mattheo.,“ Draco greeted him and kissed Hermione passionately.

‚I want you to kiss me like that.‘

Mattheo pushed himself into Draco's head, causing him to flinch at his words. Draco's lips didn't break away from Hermione as he opened his eyes and stared at Mattheo, who had come up behind Hermione.

Draco looked at Mattheo's lips, and actually for a moment imagined what it would be like to kiss him. His grip on Hermione's waist tightened. How badly he wanted to kiss him too..

Mattheo was only a few inches away.

Hermione opened her eyes and caught the look her husband was giving his friend. She broke away from Draco. “Kiss him.,“ she breathed into Draco's ear, after slowly getting up on her tiptoes and bending towards him. Draco kissed her forehead slowly, not looking away from Mattheo.

A heartbeat later he bridged the space between them in only one step.

Mattheo's mouth was slightly open, his lips glossy, his breathing fast and shallow. His heart was beating like crazy. He had been waiting for this moment for years already. Even if he had never admitted it to himself: His desire for his friend grew more and more over time - until he could hardly bear it anymore. That‘s why he told Draco the evening before.

Draco looked Mattheo straight in the eyes as he ran his hand through his hair, pulling his head towards him. The room around them seemed to pulsate, so loud echoed their heartbeat in their ears.

Finally - after what felt like an eternity - their lips touched.

Hermione couldn't help, but admit that the sight of the two men drove her insane. They kissed with a passion Hermione had otherwise only experienced from Draco when he fucked her.

Hermione‘s hand, which she had used to brush her hair out of her face a second ago slowly wandered down her body. He didn’t take her eyes off her husband. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter the longer she watched them.

It was like being addicted. Hermione couldn't stop.

Draco's left hand had meanwhile travelled down Mattheo's back and was gripping his perfect ass. Mattheo moaned softly into Draco's mouth, which only made him harder..

Suddenly, Hermione stepped up to the two and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. Almost reluctantly he broke away from Mattheo and looked at her. A smile played around Hermione's lips. “I'm going upstairs.,“ she said softly. “Will you two be following?“

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Hermione walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled the dress over her head, only to drop it on the floor. The wetness between her legs had become unbearable for her, and with a soft sigh, she sank down on her bed. She ran her fingers over her nipples which instantly stiffened and wondered when her husband would be coming upstairs with Mattheo.

Her thoughts kept turning to the scene of how passionate her husband had looked while kissing Mattheo. She could feel the heat only too well that this thought triggered in her midst. Lost in thought, she slipped her hand between her legs and moaned softly at her own touch.

The next moment the bedroom door opened.

Hermione turned her head slightly, still moaning, only to see her husband standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and dragging Mattheo behind him. He barely walked a few steps into the room when he pulled Mattheo to him and caught his eye.

“Get on your knees, love.,“ he breathed. Mattheo immediately did as Draco asked.

Draco slipped his pants off his hips and they fell to the floor without much effort. Out came his perfect cock, thick and veiny, and Hermione was almost a little jealous that she wasn't in Mattheo's place now. She was still lying on the bed, but now had her legs apart so that Draco could stare at her most intimate part. Her gaze met her husband's.

‚I'm almost losing control.‘

Draco parted his lips slightly in response to her question and licked his tongue across them. „Not now. I want you to cum on my cock, when I fuck you.“ His tone was assertive, just as Hermione was used to from him.

He turned back to his - now - lover. “Open your mouth, love.,“ Draco cooed with a lascivious grin to Mattheo, who was kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with a longingly expression on his face.

Draco grabbed his hair again when Mattheo finally opened his mouth and let Draco's full length slide down his throat. Draco groaned softly, as did Mattheo. His moans grew louder the more he ruthlessly fucked Mattheo's throat. They completely forgot everything around them for a minute..

“All you could think about since last night was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and how you moan my name.,“ Draco said to Mattheo and his voice grew darker as he became more aroused.

Hermione pulled her fingers out of her slit and slowly got up from the bed. With a few steps she was beside them and kissed Draco passionately.

“Oh fuck, Mattheo.,“ Draco moaned his name into her mouth. Hermione chuckled. “Look at him Princess, look how well he's taking me.“ He spoke with an effort and Hermione could see his longing for release in his eyes. “Do it.,“ she whispered in permission into Draco's ear.

Mattheo had his eyes half closed and was moaning with every thrust. “Fuck Mattheo, this feels so good.,“ Draco moaned again, his thighs shaking. “I want you to say my name.“ Mattheo groaned more and he said Draco's name, but the sound was muffled. Draco gripped his hair tighter. “Louder.,“ he commanded him.

“Draco!,“ Mattheo moaned again, as Draco pulled his cock out of his mouth for a second. 'You're my good boy.,“ Draco whispered, admiring the saliva dripping from Mattheo‘s chin and picking up where he left off. Hermione kissed him again and slid her hand up to his butt, to press him even tighter into Mattheo's mouth.

“I'm so close, wait until you can taste me, wait.. soon..,“ Draco tilted his head back, “I'll fill your throat and make you swallow all my pureblood cum.“ Draco moaned with lust as he took a few final thrusts down Mattheo's throat, filling his mouth completely. And the good boy Mattheo was, he swallowed it all.

Hermione thought, she would tear apart in lust.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. “Fuck me.,“ she whispered and pulled her husband to the bed with her. “Kneel down on the bed, princess. It's your turn now.,“ Draco said, pushing her forwards slightly. Hermione knelt down on the bed facing him. “Open up, wife.,“ he commanded, putting his cock to her lips. Hermione grinned and willingly opened her mouth.

Mattheo came into sight from behind Draco.

“My good girl.,“ Draco moaned softly as she started sucking him, “Suck me, make me hard again.“

Mattheo wrapped one hand around Draco's waist, to tease his nipples and used his other hand to slide Draco's cock even deeper into Hermione's mouth. He bowed his head and placed small kisses on Draco's throat and neck.

Draco moaned more and more loudly. “You both are so fucking addicting, oh fuck..“ He was momentarily overwhelmed with all the impressions, Hermione blowing him so well and Mattheo rubbing his hard cock against his back.

“Does this feel good, Princess? Moaning all over my hard Deatheater's cock, and taking it like the good little slut you are?“

Hermione felt dizzy with pleasure. She wanted to feel him. Deep in her, where he belonged. She forced words to the front of her mind, just for him to hear it.

‚Fuck my cunt now, finally..‘

Draco pulled his cock out of her mouth. 'Lie down.', he said to Mattheo, in a tone, that left no room for contradiction. Mattheo slowly lowered himself onto the bed, not taking his eyes off Draco. “Blow his cock.,“ Draco demanded of Hermione. She hesitated for a moment, but then lowered her lips over Mattheo's hard cock with a big grin. “Oh Merlin.,“ Mattheo groaned as Hermione started sucking him into her mouth, “Your wife is a goddess.“

Draco let out a soft laugh. “I'll fuck you, until you can't walk no more, Hermione, until everything you can say is my name.“ Hermione swallowed, Mattheo's cock still inside her mouth.

“Hermione,“ Mattheo groaned, “Hermione, this is so good, please don't stop.“

Draco climbed onto the bed behind her and placed his cock right in front of her entrance. “Today you are our fucktoy, Princess.,“ he said before shoving himself deep into her tight pussy. She tensed, about to come. “Draco,“ Hermione moaned, “Draco!“

“Yes, do it again, I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.“

Draco fucked her with hard thrusts, banging his cock against the walls of her pussy, but he didn't stop. He knew how much Hermione loved that feeling. “You're my fucktoy, my cock looks so perfect in your sweet cunt, I can't stop watching it.“

“Draco.,“ Mattheo suddenly whimpered, “I'm coming, I can't hold it any longer.“

As soon as he said those words, he came right into Hermione's mouth, who was moaning Draco's name so loudly, that Mattheo's cum ran out of the corners of her mouth back onto his dick.

“Oh fucking hell, I love how you scream my name, and he is looking so perfekt cumming for us, bloody Merlin, I'm going to pump all my pureblood seed into you too, Princess..“

Draco pulled her off Mattheo. “You want to be our little whore, don't you?,“ he breathed in Hermione's ear, „Come on my lap.,“ he said louder this time, his voice demanding and dark. She knew what this meant. Draco lay flat on the bed and pulled Hermione onto him. “Finally..,“ Hermione breathed as she lowered herself onto his cock. Draco leaned forward and kissed her greedily.

As she started riding him, her screams got louder and louder. He clawed his fingers into her ass and caressed her breasts which were bouncing up and down. “Faster, princess, come on, squeeze every drop of cum out of me with your tight pussy.,“ he whispered to her. Hermione was no longer paying attention to him. She rode herself to the climax, she finally wanted salvation, she couldn't wait any longer.

Draco glanced over at Mattheo, who was laying on the bed next to them, watching him jerking off his cock. He kept his eyes on him as he spoke to Hermione. “Tell me how much you love my cock, fucking you so hard, wife.“ “So much, Draco.“ Hermione could barely speak.

“Love, look at me, I want you to look at me, when you cum.,“ Draco demanded of Mattheo. Mattheo opened his mouth in a silent scream, spurred on by Draco's words and his eyes were still locked with Draco's when his load shot out of his cock, directly on the bed and over Draco's thighs, who smiled and let his thumb run over Mattheo's mouth. “Don't pause, Princess, keep going.,“ Draco demanded again, turning to Hermione.

“Are you coming, Princess?,“ he moaned in her ear, “Are you coming? Tell me how does it feel to know, that I'm gonna fuck you 'til you black out?“

Hermione sat up on his cock, his words making her feel unbelievably hot. “Not yet.,“ he commanded her. “Wait.“

She whispered his name over and over, almost like a prayer. “Draco..,“ she whined and kept urging, “please let me cum!“ Her screams grew louder, as he entered her without pausing and hit her in her sweetest spot. “Not yet, princess.,“ he moaned, trying to control himself.

She wanted him to lose control.

“I can't hold it anymore..,“ she almost yelled, as he squeezed her nipple lightly, making her see stars. He slid his hand to her neck, his thumb on one side of it and the other fingers on the opposite side, squeezing it tightly, leaving traces of his fingernails on her skin. She moaned, before losing control of her breathing, but tried anyway and realized how much it turned her on. She caught his gaze and when he finally looked at her, she opened her mouth in desire and he understood. “Now cum for me, Princess. Run all your delicious liquids down my dick.“

Hermione completely lost control. Her screams were so loud, that they rang in the two men's ears. „“Your cunt feels so amazing, I'm almost there Princess, keep going, I want to see your sweet ass bouncing up and down my cock.“

“I'm coming..,“ Hermione yelled. “Me too, Princess, come with me.,“ Draco replied, unable to breathe because all of his pleasure.

Mattheo slid over to them and started kissing her neck, biting and leaving marks of him on her skin too, and reached between her legs and began rubbing her most sensitive area.

And Hermione came. She came so hard, that she actually fell unconscious on top of Draco for a moment, after her high-pitched screams had penetrated the whole manor.

Draco kissed her forehead. When she regained consciousness after a few seconds, she saw him kissing Mattheo again.

“Next time I'll fuck you.,“ he said to Mattheo and moaned into his mouth.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile.

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miss-grimwood · 2 years ago

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Beg - Bellamione

‘Please, Bellatrix, please,’ Hermione begged, pulling against her restraints. Bellatrix stood before her, looking down at the girl.

‘Pathetic.’ She growled.

‘Now, now, what to do with you?’ She wondered aloud, stepping forward. She lifted Hermione’s chin with a clawed finger, inspecting her flushed face.

Her eyes bore into Hermione, making her squirm.

Bellatrix lifted her skirt, her cunt face to face with Hermione’s eager lips.

‘Make me feel good, pet.’ She whispered.

Hermione obeyed eagerly, her lips finding Bellatrix’s swollen clit, sucking hard. Bellatrix gasped, threading her fingers through Hermione’s curls to keep her in place.

When Hermione had asked to try role play in the bedroom, she’d been skeptical, but oh how wrong she was.

Hermione played such a good little pet.

@sapphicmicrofics

#bellatrix lestrange #hermione granger #bellamione #smut #roleplay #dom bellatrix #<500 words #microfic

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nidamae-approvedhpfanfics · 6 months ago

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In Spite of Faith -

A Hermione and Neville love story jump started by the marriage law.

Hermione was quietly eating her breakfast, sitting between Minerva and Neville at the professor’s table, when an owl unceremoniously dropped a letter in her porridge. She had barely opened the letter when three more owls came forward and dropped their letters in Neville’s plate, as well as Draco’s and her own - again.

The marriage law was in place.

NOTE: This is a green-flag-guy fan fiction: no drama, just two people (quickly) falling in love.

Language: English Words: 33,594 Chapters: 11/11 Comments: 33 Kudos: 184 Bookmarks: 40 Hits: 4,416

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hannysarang · 2 years ago

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Control // Twenty Five.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 25 ————————

Draco could feel the anger rise in Voldemort and seriously questioned whether he was making the right decision.

Hermione clearly thought he was not. “Lord Voldemort, your desire was to punish me. Leave them be,” she begged.

“Mudblood,” the dark wizard sneered. “Do you know how Draco spent a large portion of his days in the Malfoy Manor back when I resided there?”

“Please.”

Unlike Hermione, Draco knew; he knew how Voldemort had tortured him in the Manor and he knew what to expect. But though he prepared himself, his heart still beat out of his chest as his body started to suspend into the air, belly up and head folded back.

Hermione gasped and probably would have covered her mouth with her hands if they were free. As Draco felt the blood in his body gush to his head, he felt himself start to panic once more.

No, no, no, no, no.

Like always, he fought the curse. He tried to move his arms and legs and tried to bring his head up to make breathing a little easier.

But like always, nothing worked.

He just wanted to breathe. He just wanted to move.

Panic rising, Draco felt his breathing shorten and head spin. So used to being with Hermione, he wanted to scream his safe word and stop everything.

From a distance, he could hear Hermione begging and pleading for Voldemort to stop; she sounded like he was listening from under water.

Lungs not letting him breathe, Draco welcomed the darkness as he lost consciousness, body frozen in the pulsing air.

Continue Chapter 25 on ao3

Start from the beginning

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sluttyslytherin · 2 years ago

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•HIS CONTROL IS MY RELEASE• Pt. 1

Draco Malfoy + Hermione Granger

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❥ Warnings: Death Eater‘s kink, dom!Draco & sub!Hermione, praise kink, cocksucking (male!receiving), orgasm control, roughness, choking, facefucking,

❥ Request?: No, just for fun.

❥ Summary: “Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ he moaned loudly as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't.. and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

❥ Author‘s note: I‘m madly in love with this series.

❥ Word count: ~5250

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

❥ Audiobook (Pt.1):

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/1

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/2

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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Hermione Granger was sitting at a bar in Muggle London when Draco Malfoy entered. She could see him coming through the door out of the corner of her eyes. The same moment she wondered what by holy Merlin he was doing in the middle of the 'normal' world.

Hermione wasn't sure if the rumors circulating about Malfoy were true - for example that he had secretly married and divorced, that he still had his Death Eater uniform and wore it on special occasions, that he was back now and lived in London after spending some years in New Zealand.

The rumors went into much more detail, but Hermione had forbidden herself to think about it. Then she might actually have thought of Draco Malfoy in a attractive way - at some point.

She hadn't seen him in ages and after how things were going she decided not to speak to him. Instead of that, Hermione buried her nose in her book again.

Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the watch she wore on her left wrist.

It was 4:41 p.m. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

Only four hours until she could go home and watch her favorite series. She had taken a liking to the muggle series. Whenever she could, she took her time to watch them.

4:50 p.m. Faster.

Hermione's gaze slid from her book to the bar's door. Had he left already? Crossing her legs, she placed the bookmark in her book. At page 394 she had decided to take a little break.

Her lucky number - still, after all these years. A little reminder of someone who had become a hero to her a long time ago.

“Granger.“

The familiar voice sent goosebumps down her spine. She stopped mid-movement, leaving her coffee mug she wanted to grab, on the table next to her.

Hermione looked up to where the voice was coming from. Malfoy faced her and leaned on his palms which he had placed on the tabletop.

She couldn't help it. Maybe it was his eyes, maybe his half-open mouth, maybe his black suit which was unbuttoned, maybe his voice.. but immediately she thought about all the rumors, which were circling around this man.

And about every single one of the dark little dirty secrets that he might kept.

She knew all these thoughts too well. Shamefully well. She almost felt bad as she indulged in her fantasies about this man over and over again. The man who was actually her enemy. At least that's how it used to be when they went to school.

Now he was standing right across from her and staring straight into her brown eyes. Hermione looked up at his face and then to where his shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his upper body. He was bent down far enough..

“Malfoy.,“ Hermione breathed distracted by his muscles, but cleared her throat the next moment. “Hello.,“ she started again, desperate to appear unconcerned.

Malfoy straightened up very slowly. He was still looking straight at her. “We haven't seen each other in ages. You've grown up. Your hair is even longer.“

Hermione almost laughed at the thought of Draco Malfoy actually trying to compliment her. “Are you trying to flirt with me?“.

She didn't know how those words had made their way to the surface, but they were said too quickly and couldn't be undone.

Perplexed, Malfoy stood in front of the table and - for the first time since Hermione had known him - said nothing.

Hermione only provocatively raised her eyebrows.

After what felt like an eternity, he responded. “See you then.,“ Malfoy grumbled, stepping back and already making his way out.

Hermione didn't know what had gotten into her as she stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, right before he reached the doorknob.

Malfoy flinched as she pulled her hand away from him as quickly as possible. He turned to her, his face now just inches from her‘s. “I'm here every day,“ Hermione whispered to him.

She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted to see him again. He was the one thing she had never understood.

And yes, this fact was driving her crazy.

She just wasn't the type of person who was content to know almost everything. She was known for knowing everything.

Malfoy distanced himself. “Nice to know,“ he said almost coldly, his gray eyes nearly piercing her, “See you tomorrow.“

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4:30 p.m. Her heartbeat increased.

Hermione was back at the bar. This time without a book and without coffee. Her notebook lay in front of her and in her right hand she held a glass of red wine.

This time she wasn't sitting at the small table which she usually preferred. Today she was sitting on one of the bar stools which were standing in front of the counter. Her long hair fell down her back in curls - almost to her round butt.

Hermione glanced at the clock every few minutes. She also didn't know why she was sitting here and why she had put on the black dress with the low neckline, which she normally only wore on dates. She was a mystery to herself - that day.

4:40 p.m. Faster.

The red wine was just wetting her lips when the bar door opened. Hermione didn't have to turn around to know that it was Malfoy who was standing in the doorway. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was his eyes, that made her feel like she was being stared at. And she didn't have to look around to know that Malfoy was walking straight towards her.

A small smile played on her lips, as he slid into the chair next to her.

“Granger,“ Malfoy cooed into her ear. In his voice Hermione could hear a note she didn't recognize, while a shiver ran down her spine. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as he sat there. A suit adorned his body again. This time it was dark green.

“Malfoy.“, Hermione said his name in a shaky voice, but intentionally innocent, “What are you doing here?.“ His eyes fixed her immediately. “Someone, looking just like you, said yesterday she would be here every day. And since I have nothing else to do, this is where I spend my time.“

Hermione took a sip from her wine glass. “I didn't mean this bar. I mean London.“ Malfoy turned to the bartender to order a drink. “Same as her, thanks.“

When the bartender placed the glass in front of him, Malfoy slowly turned back to her. “I was fed up with being so far away from here. Also, I've got some errands to do around here so I might stay here for a little longer.“ Hermione put her glass down on the bar. “You don't have time for this then, do you?“

Malfoy seemed to consider before answering. Out of the corner of her eye again, Hermione could see him trying to find the right words.

“I just take the time.“

He actually had the nerve to hint at something again - and again not to say what he really meant.

Hermione sighed softly and turned to face Malfoy. “You've changed.“ she said softly. He didn't look at her. “In what way?“, he asked simply. The question hung in the air between them. Elusive, until Hermione took a deep breath and said what was on her mind.

“You're not being so direct anymore. You didn't insult me at all yesterday,“ He slowly turned his head towards her. “and you came here today, even though you wouldn't have done it a few years ago.“

“Perhaps I have changed more than you can see.“

Was she wrong, or was it a mischievous smile gracing his flawless face?

“Oh yes?“ Her comment sounded almost mocking, and not at all what it was meant to be. Malfoy raised his eyebrows. “Yes,“ he answered, leaning over the counter to grab the pretzel sticks that were there. “Besides, Granger,“ he whispered to her, his eyes on her again, “your dress is far too short.. and far too open.“

Hermione thought she had misunderstood.

“What?“, she asked him almost without understanding. She would have expected anything, but not a reaction like this. “Your dress Granger.. is too short.“ She didn't know what to say, she just sat there and wondered why he was being such a jerk to her now that she really thought he had changed.

Her back went rigid.

“I believe the phrase you are looking for is ‚Yes, Sir.‘, Granger.“

His statement did something to her. Somewhere in her a fire blazed. It was that kind of fire she had blown out years ago. She could feel it, the small flame, right where her body sat on the chair - right between her legs. And somewhere in her there was a kind of excitement that she only felt when she was thinking about her fantasies. Yes, somewhere in her there was still that naughty girl she used to be, before she gave up on herself for other boys.

Hermione frantically considered what to say in reply. She wanted to say the two words, but what would happen then? Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lower lip slightly with her tongue. After all.. what did she have to lose?

“Yes, Sir.“

Malfoy's mouth twisted into the grin that Hermione knew all too well. Instantly she regretted what she had said.

“Granger, don't you just want the answers to the questions you ask yourself every time you see me?“

Hermione flinched. He had caught her off guard. The ass knew Legilimency and she knew no Occlumency.

She was at his mercy.

“Get out of my mind, Malfoy.“

But Draco just took his glass in his hand with a grin. He emptied it in one gulp and got up. “See you tomorrow Granger,“ he breathed, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

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His presence was ever-present.

Hermione barely stepped through the bar door, as she saw him sitting on the small black couch in the corner of the room. Exactly where the light wasn't quite bright enough and they were protected from other eyes.

“Malfoy,“ she murmured, standing in front of him, “You came.“

Malfoy looked up from the book he'd been reading until just now. Hermione was surprised to see Malfoy, the same Malfoy who had never read in her presence before, with a book. Malfoy closed the book without taking his eyes off her.

“You were hoping to see me,“ he said, and she heard that one undertone in his voice which he had used all the previous days. “Sit down, Granger.“

Hermione walked around the small table in front of the black couch and slowly sank onto the small space left on the couch. Directly next to Malfoy.

“Yes, you've never really been that close to me.“ Malfoy whispered to her while reading her mind again. Hermione briefly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Will you tell me the answers I'm looking for now?“

With the back of his hand Malfoy slid a drink towards her. He must have ordered it earlier. Hermione hesitated. “I may be an asshole, but I would never drug you.“ Malfoy said in response to her thoughts.

“This is getting a bit annoying,“ Hermione stated. Malfoy leaned his back against the back of the couch. “It's quite useful for other things,“ the blonde whispered, grabbing her hair. She flinched as his cold fingers touched her neck.

A tugging spread between her legs. Hermione didn't know where to put her mind. Everything she was thinking was incredibly embarrassing at that moment. It felt like a thousand thoughts were trying to find their way to the surface and begged to be spoken out. She swallowed hard, took a sip of her glass and then looked up to him. “What the hell are you up to, Malfoy?“

Draco just shook his head ever so slightly, smiling. Then he leaned forward to take his drink. With it in his hand, he leaned back and took a sip now too. Hermione's eyes followed the glass which was on his lips and then settled her gaze on his lips, as he put the glass down.

Hermione couldn't help but think about all the things she would like to do with him. And that's exactly why she still acted like everything was leaving her completely cold. Like his hand on the back of her neck wasn't there, and he couldn't see her. Like she couldn’t hear her heart beating in her ears.

“Granger, your thoughts are so loud in my head, I'm tempted to just put them into action.“

Hermione gasped in surprise. “What?,“ she asked playing dumb, but this time very well understanding him. She just couldn't think of a thought that would allow her to comprehend what was happening.

“Everything on your mind,“ Malfoy murmured, his lips almost touching her ear. “I know, you want all of this to happen.“

The cold metal of his rings startled Hermione out of her trance. How had the glass he was holding gone back on the table and how had his hand landed on her knee so suddenly? When there was one thing Malfoy could do: He knew what he was doing and he knew exactly how to do it.

“How dare you touch me?,“ Hermione whispered, but her voice contradicted what she was saying. It was revealing more with every word.

“Because you want it.“

His lips on her neck, his voice in her ear.

“I hate you, Malfoy!“, she gasped.

“You don't hate me. You want me.“

She turned her head towards him. His lips were so close to hers. His gray eyes, so close that she thought she could sink into them.

“I thought, you hated me,“ she murmured, not taking her eyes off of him.

“You thought. You didn't know. I never said it. You have never asked me.“

She felt like, she could hear his heart beating, until she realized he wasn't in her head anymore, and hadn't been for a while.

“Stop playing games with me, Malfoy,“ Hermione started again, but he pulled her even closer so that now she could feel his breath on her lips.

“I'm not playing games. Do I still look like the little boy from back then? No, I've forced myself to grow up to do someone justice. I don't want to let my life be determined by others anymore.“

“Who were you trying to please?,“ Hermione murmured.

Her gaze still caught up on his lips. So close. As seductive, as the apple on the tree in paradise. Toxic, like the effects of a storm. And yet she wanted to take the risk.

Draco didn’t answer her. Instead, he said something she loved to hear. Even if she didn‘t want to admit it yet. “I still own all the things you fantasize about, Granger.“

A shock went through Hermione. It felt like a bolt of lightning that ended between her legs. Oh, how bad she, the Muggleborn, should feel for having those thoughts. And oh, how she didn't care at that moment.

“What about all the things people are talking

about?,“ she whispered almost too softly.

A smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. This time not at all derogatory. “That's all correct, too,“ he said.

Hermione was just about to move closer to him, as he abruptly let go of her. “Maybe see you tomorrow, Granger,“ Malfoy said in a harsh tone before getting up.

Leaving her mad with longing for the forbidden fruit he was to her.

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When she came into the bar the next day, Malfoy wasn't there. Instead, the bartender approached her. Hermione was incredibly confused when he handed her a letter.

“I'm supposed to give you this and hand you a glass of wine afterwards,“ he said in a loud tone, pointing towards the bar, “and make sure you read the letter. The gentleman that brought it paid me a lot of money for it. I would suggest..?“.

Hermione, who was still confused, followed him to the bar and took a seat. As the wine finally stood front of her, Hermione opened the letter while the bartender watched her closely. It was sealed with the Malfoy's crest. Hermione's hands almost trembled, as she broke the crest and pulled the parchment out of the white envelope.

“This man really made a lot of effort, just for you to read a few lines,“ the bartender murmured. Hermione glanced at him briefly, before unfolding the parchment.

Her eyes swept over the first few lines.

‚Hermione,

If you really want me, here are my rules. I will respect whatever your answer is. If you agree, I will be waiting for you at Malfoy Manor. If not, staying away is the answer I needed. I'll be wearing what you fantasized about.

1. If you need me to stop or directions are not ok or unclear, say „Red“.

2. Direct questions and directions must be answered with „Sir“.

3. Ask, never assume.

4. If you are upset, tell me.

5. Say „Thank you” after both reward and punishment.

6. Never be ashamed of what gets you excited.

7. I want to hear what you desire.

8. No negative self talk.

9. Do not touch yourself without asking for permission.

10. Do not touch me without asking me for permission.

11. No orgasms without asking for permission.

12. When being spanked you will count.

13. Everything we do or say is role play and isn't meant to hurt each others feelings.

D.M.‘

Hermione read the letter at least three times before reaching for her glass. She drained it with a single gulp.

“There must have been written something special in this letter,“ the bartender whispered, looking at Hermione‘s face. Then he turned away and took care of the other guests' orders.

Hermione sat on her stool with the letter in her hand. She did not know what to think. She only knew that she wanted all of this.

Every single thing. Everything. Without exception.

She didn’t know what he was planning for her and yet she didn’t care. All Hermione knew was: She longed to please him.

And she didn't care, that it was a Death Eater, that was going to give it to her. In fact, she wanted him.

She wanted Draco Malfoy.

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“Granger.“

Hermione heard Malfoy's voice echo through the Manor as the front door magically opened. She entered slowly. The Manor was large. Even the entrance hall was huge.

“Malfoy,“ Hermione replied with a smile on her lips. They got used to each other over the few days. It was almost like a game. First he said her name or she his and then the other one answered. Hermione had enjoyed those little things.

“Please go upstairs where my bedroom is. I'll follow you shortly,“ she heard his voice sounding through the halls again. But Hermione couldn‘t tell from where in the Manor his voice came.

Hermione looked over at the large stone staircase that led upstairs to the first floor. Slowly she made her way upstairs.

The door on the left side of the hallway was open. It was a large oak door with silver handles. Hermione slowly walked toward the room, still focused on all the sounds behind her. As Hermione entered, the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. She got a terrible shock.

“Malfoy?,“ she whispered into the empty room. He wasn't there. Hermione started to wonder if it had all been a mistake.

Did he just want to tease her?

She walked over to the window to look out. It was already getting dark outside. Hermione hadn't even noticed how quickly the time had flown by. She sighed and was about to lean on the window sill, when she suddenly heard the faint crackle of an apparation behind her.

Then, out of nowhere, someone had wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back into his grip. Hermione squeaked in surprise, but quickly caught herself.

“Your thoughts are so loud in my head, I can't even think straight anymore.“

Draco Malfoy.

The cold metal of the mask pressed against the back of her neck, as his grip on her neck tightened.

“Come with me.“

He pulled her backwards, away from the window to the end of the bed.

“On your knees, Mudblood.“

Hermione's mind was suddenly blown blank. All her thoughts were gone with only this one word. If someone else had said it, it wouldn't have had the desired effect. Yes, she would even have just left.

But it was Malfoy who said it.

And fuck it, it turned her on.

So much, in fact, that just that word had her soaking her panties.

Hermione knelt down, palms up on her thighs. Yes, it wasn't the first time she had done that. She had her eyes on his mask which covering his face, and on his bulging eyes which seemed to jump at her through the mask.

Her gaze swept over his body. It was cloaked in black leather, buckles and fabric. Only his hands were visible, on which he was wearing all the rings he had worn during his school time. She also recognized the signet ring with the serpent on one of his fingers.

“Tell me what you want to happen,“ Malfoy growled. Hermione could hear how strained he was sounding.

“Fuck my brain out.“

Hermione had no idea how the words had come out of her mouth. The sight of him almost drove her insane.

“You forgot something.“

His voice sounded more demanding and somber than before. Hermione considered albeit a moment too long.

“I,“ she muttered. “Strike one,“ he answered.

“I don't know,“ she whispered again. “Strike two,“ he growled.

“Sir,“ she finally spat out.

“This will have consequences,“ Malfoy whispered and ran his fingers through her hair, “and now be a good fucktoy and say the whole sentence again.“

Hermione wanted to feel the consequences. She wanted the pain - but more than anything, she wanted this man.

“Please fuck my brain out, Sir,“ she said with a big grin on her lips.

Malfoy reached for her chin and let his hand wander down at her throat. Than he squeezed it tight.

“You will obey me. You will do everything I say. Do you understand?“

Hermione tried to swallow, but couldn't. He tightened his grip more and clawed his nails into her throat. Than he let go. “Use your words, Mudblood. I want to hear your voice.“

“I understand, Sir.“, Hermione whimpered, barely able to control herself anymore. She never thought, this would ever happen to her.

“Now be my good little whore and open my trousers.“

His voice made her feel even more edged on. Hermione tried to remember how to use her hands, but she was just staring at his whole formal Death Eater Uniform.

“Use your fucking hands, whore,“ Malfoy demanded. His voice sounded dangerous and made her almost flinch. She lifted her shaky hands slowly and pulled down the silver zipper of his leather trousers.

“Now take them off.“

Hermione didn't even hesitate. She grabbed his trousers and pulled them off his perfect body while staring at the mask. She felt butterflies rise up in her stomach and moaned silently, as he took his hand and put it on her head.

“Take my pants off, Mudblood.“, Malfoy said with a trembling voice. He struggled to control himself.

Hermione smiled, watching his mask. She put her fingers on the waistband and slowly pulled his pants down. Her eyes darted to his dick. She gasped in amazement.

“Open your mouth, my little whore. I'll rip up your throat now.“

Hermione thought she would faint. She was so horny that all she really could think about was letting him fuck her brain out. At least it was a good way to go stupid.

“Open up, or I will make you do it.“

She didn't. She was too curious what would happen next.

“A little brat you are, huh?,“ Malfoy growled, his teeth clenched behind the mask. “Open up immediately!“

His hand shot to her face and slapped her cheek. Hermione gasped, half in surprise, half in arousal. Then she grinned, but when she still didn't open up, he put his hand on her nose.

“That's the last time I'll say it. Do you understand, Mudblood? You open up immediately, or you will first be punished and then left alone and unsatisfied in this room.“

Hermione couldn't breathe and she loved that feeling. She didn't even have to touch herself to know that her whole knickers and more were soaked.

When she finally opened her mouth with a moan, he immediately grabbed her head and let his dick slide in her mouth. He didn't say a word, nor a sound, but she knew he loved it. She sucked his hard dick with pleasure, looking at his now closed eyes.

“Put your hands behind your back, Mudblood.“, Draco whispered, trying to oppress a moan. “Suck it faster.“

Hermione did what he wanted, letting her mouth slide up and down his cock. When she used her tongue, Malfoy finally let out a silent moan.

“Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ Draco moaned loudly, as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't, and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

Hermione smiled, her thoughts letting her go completely insane. “Fuck, Granger,“ Malfoy hissed suddenly, “You really want to taste loads of my good pureblood cum?“

Draco‘s eyes were glassy, watching at his dick disappearing in her mouth over and over again. “Don’t choke,“ he moaned whilepushing his dick even deeper, letting out a loud whimper.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpered.

She felt his warm, sour cum squirt deep into her throat and swallowed every drop, before moaning and trying to control herself not to cum too. “Don’t,“ Malfoy simply moaned, grabbing her arm and pulling her up on her feet.

Hermione had trouble to stand. Her knees were weak.

“Undress yourself, little Mudblood,“ Malfoy whispered, still trying to control himself again. “Slowly.“

He went to the bed and sat down on the edge, right where the bed ended. Hermione went after him, heavily breathing. Her brain felt numb from his constant pushing her head onto his dick earlier.

Hermione looked at the Death Eater sitting on the edge of the bed and couldn’t be more aroused. Knowing it was Malfoy made it even better for her.

She slowly undressed her sweater and skirt, leaving her underwear on.

“Take it all off,“ Malfoy whispered, his cock visibly starting to harden again. “You’re such a good toy, Hermione. Look how much you turn me on.“

Hermione felt like being in a bubble of lust and overexcitement. She slipped out of her wet red knickers, pulled off her matching bra and went to the man, who owned her now. She felt her wetness run down between her thighs, while all she wanted was finally sit down on his perfect cock.

“Lay down on the bed, my little whore,“ Malfoy moaned silently, watching her immediately doing what he ordered her. “Slide to the edge.“

Hermione sat up and did as he said. “Watch me,“ Malfoy whispered and slowly unzipped his uniform jacket. “Look me in the eyes.“

He slowly undressed himself in front of her, sliding down his jacket from his arms and let it fall to the floor. Hermione felt like she couldn’t breathe. Loads of little moans escaped her lips, while Malfoy unbuttoned his black suit shirt. His eyes didn’t leave her face for a single moment. His suit shirt slid to the floor.

Hermione stared at his Death Eater Mark. All she could think was, how much Malfoy turned her on, too. It was him, she was longing for.

When he was standing there naked, he slowly approached Hermione. She was laying in bed, breathing heavily with her mouth wide open. She watched him coming closer, still looking at her.

“Take it off,“ Malfoy whispered, guiding Hermione’s hands to his mask. “Yes, Sir,“ Hermione moaned silently and slowly let his mask slide down his face. His beautiful features appeared from underneath it.

“Lay down, toy,“ Malfoy hissed now, his eyes full of lust. “Enjoy my tongue.“

With these words Draco parted her legs. He got on his knees directly in front of her and let his tongue slide over her swollen cunt. “You taste like heaven, litte Mudblood,“ he moaned loudly, his dick twitching.

“Taste,“ he said, sliding one finger inside her and pulling them out, before pushing it wide into Hermiones’s mouth. Hermione didn‘t even choke.

She sucked this finger clean. „So good, Sir.“, she whispered.

The prince of Slytherin really kneeled between her legs, desperate to eat her out.

Malfoy smiled, making her moan out loud, as he stuck his fingers inside her again, twitching and hitting her most sensitive spot. “Oh fuck,“ Hermione spit out between the electrifying shocks he gave her, “You’re so good.“

“Don’t cum, Mudblood,“ Malfoy moaned, his mouth vibrating against her cunt. He licked every single part of it, letting his tongue wander around her swollen button. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please,“ Hermione begged, almost blacking out from the pleasure he gave her.

He pulled his fingers out her and came up to her, looking her straight into the eyes. “You want to feel my big Death Eater’s cock, huh?,“ he smiled.

With one hand he grabbed her throat and squeezed it. Hermione moaned loudlessly. He lift up her butt und placed his dick at her cunt. Hermione felt like she would explode. “Beg for my dick,“ Malfoy demanded, loosening his grip around her throat.

“Please put it in there, Sir, please, please, please,“ Hermione moaned, looking at his dick at her cunt. Malfoy came over her, looking into her eyes. “You are so pretty begging for me to be fucking you,“ he whispered. His lips were caressing her throat, leaving little hickeys everywhere.

Marking her as his for everyone to see.

“Look me in the eyes, toy,“ Draco moaned while slowly sliding his cock in.

Than he finally kissed her.

His eyes didn’t leave her’s, as he slowly fucked her. His hand was still at her throat, her mouth wide open. Loud moans and pleads escaped her mouth with every thrust.

Hermione didn‘t even know what she was pleading for. She just wanted more.

He kissed her again, sucking on her lip, tasting his cum on her tongue. He felt her walls flutter around his cock, as she closed her eyes for a second. Her whole body was begging for release.

“I’m close,“ Draco moaned into her ear. “I’ll pump my hot pureblood cum into you.“ He tried to steady himself, as Hermione started yelling and moaning at the same time.

“You’re all mine now.“

He twisted her nipples, giving her the last sensation she needed. “Come for me,“ he demanded, thrusting into her harder with every push, “Now.“

She whimpered, pulling him closer.

“Draco,“ she finally moaned his name a few seconds after, “Oh Draco.“

She looked him straight into the eyes, as her body started shaking with force. Her pussy literally soaked his dick with her juices, while she was screaming his name, still being fucked by him.

“I’m cumming Hermione,“ Draco almost screamed too, pushing into her with a few more thrusts and finally squirting his cum deep inside her pussy..

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celestialseawitch-ff · 5 months ago

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I posted a new chapter and not ALSO a new story like some of you ANIMALS wanted (I love you all so much)

So as a consolation prize, here is the summary of a future fic that I am so close to posting it almost went up tonight~

Mutually Beneficial:

Hermione Granger is a lawyer turned school teacher. Closer to thirty than she is twenty, she's trying to build friendships and find a partner she can settle down with. That is until she learns that the school is running bankrupt and will shut down soon if they don't get a lot of money in a very short amount of time. Enter Harry Potter, who has recently learned that if he wants to keep his family fortunes left to him by his parents and godfather, he has to get married in less than a year.

All of this, Hermione can handle. She can handle the school. She can handle Harry Potter chasing her down to be his wife. She can even handle how lonely she is all of the time. What she's realising might be harder to handle is her desire to have Harry bend her over his knee while she calls him 'daddy' -- but it'll certainly be fun.

debating posting a new chapter of Time, And Time Again or posting a whole new story LOL

WHAT HAVE WE UNLEASHED

I can't keep posting new stories every week. But also--

#welp #so that's a thing #harmony #harmonie #harry x hermione #harry potter #hermione granger #dom harry potter #sub hermione granger #bd/sm daddy #daddy k!nk #this story is not as kinky as it seems #but also it is as kinky as it seems #i think it's just well balanced out by that fact that there is a lot of plot

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claymoresword · 2 months ago

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I Choose Her | Stand Alone Series: Chapter 3

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: A few years post 'Battle Of Hogwarts', y/n decides to buy her and Hermione a home that they can move into as newlyweds.

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: smut, jealous hermione, g!p reader, dom hermione (in theory), penis in vagina sex, cunnilingus, possesive hermione is hot, porn very little plot

Note: hello! so i've had this drafted for months but just never had the motivation to finish it but i finally forced myself to write since i was missing hermione, so here it is :) this isn't an original idea (loosely inspired by a scene in a film) and i'm embarrassed to admit which movie gave me the idea so i won't say it but iykyk. anyway, enjoy!

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"Make a left here." You say as you point to the turn coming ahead. Hermione merely scoffs, begrudgingly turning the steering wheel.

"Will you just tell me where you're taking us?" She asks, your wife's brows are furrowed the same way it has been the entire drive, but still, you don't give in.

Shaking your head, you respond. "Have patience, darling.. you'll see soon enough."

Although that does nothing to soothe Hermione's curiosity; her scowl only deepens.

She takes her eyes off the road for a moment to glare at you. "You know that I hate surprises."

"Oh you'll like this one, I'm sure of it." You declare with a certain conviction, soon leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Hermione's cheek.

As you almost earn a smile, you continue to kiss along Hermione's jaw before reaching up to part her hair away and doing the same on the shell of her ear.

You nip at it, and this time Hermione doesn't fight back her giggle as she squirms, shrugging you off. “Stop it, you rogue– I'm driving.” Your wife warns, and you eventually relent, leaning back in your seat as you travel further into the outskirts of London.

Gone is the bustling city, now there is only a long winding road, shaded with tall oak trees.

For a while it seems as though the journey may never end, but soon enough, a large property comes into view.

Ten acres of wood and stone, the house sits perfectly at the end of the road. It remains still and empty, abandoned for nearly a century, but it is a glorious sight nonetheless.

“Why have you brought me here?” Hermione questions as she slows the car, before it eventually comes to a complete halt.

You don't respond just yet, your bottom lip is set in between your lips in excitement as you unbuckle your seatbelt before climbing out of the vehicle.

Hermione follows suit, eager for an explanation.

You step in front of the car before speaking.

“You once told me.. when we were looking for places to stay in London, that you liked the look of this house. So I bought it.” You explain with a growing smile, glancing at the home once more.

As you take in the sight of the house and the surrounding scenery, Hermione stares at you as though you had gone mad, but inevitably, a smile also graces her delicate features.

“You are a complete imbecile.” Your wife remarks, although there is no bite to her words. It is cushioned even further with the way she practically jumps into your arms.

You chuckle as your hand rests on the small of Hermione's back. She clings to you, enthusiastically peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince at the contact, but a grin tugs on the corners of your mouth all the same. “I've made a good decision then?”

“Yes, it's- I love it. Reminds me of the lakehouse my parents owned.” Hermione admits.

She takes a step back, keeping her hands on your shoulders as she marvels at the large house with an almost childlike wonder.

Your chest brims with pride at her expression, and you proceed to intertwine your hands with Hermione's so you may walk together.

“Come, let's go see inside.” You urge, giving your wife's arm a tug, but she doesn't budge.

Instead Hermione pulls you back towards her, capturing your lips with her own for a searing kiss, her grip remains firm on your collar.

As your fingers get lost in her hair, you move to deepen the kiss, however you are abruptly interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the driveway.

“Ah, that must be the muggle architect I hired.” You state watching as the silver car parked next to your own.

“Look, we don't have to change a thing if you don't want to.. but I figured it would be good to have a second opinion.” You express and Hermione swiftly nods, her hand remains on the nape of your neck as you both turn your attention to the curly haired brunette that emerges from the car.

The woman smiles at you as she approaches.

“Mrs Y/N, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” The architect greets, surprising you by pulling you into a hug.

After the initial shock subsided, you stiffly embrace her in return, before shifting your gaze towards Hermione.

“This is my wife, Hermione.” You introduce, and the architect finally releases you from her hold.

“Hermione, I am Emilia.” The woman says, only regarding your wife with a firm handshake in contrast.

“This location is excellent, I am going to build you a fabulous house.” Emilia avows, her hand somehow finds your shoulder this time. Her touch lingers uncomfortably, and you catch the way Hermione is staring daggers at the other woman.

You clear your throat, deliberately taking your wife's hand in your own. “I'd like to show Hermione inside.”

“Ofcourse.” Emilia beams, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes. “This way.”

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On the inside, the house appears somehow worse for wear. The walls are caked in dust, the wallpaper and paint cracking, but it is expected, and the interior remains gorgeous nonetheless.

More importantly, you know that Hermione prefers houses like this, one with a rich history.

“This is beautiful.” Your wife gaped as you all stepped into the spacious kitchen.

“Really, you like it?” You inquire, making the mental note of keeping the kitchen as it is.

“Yes, it's perfect Y/n.” Hermione utters as she walks around the room, inspecting the aged furnishings.

“Good.” You mutter with a relieved sigh as you take off your blazer to hang it over the barstool.

“It's hot in here, isn't it?” Emilia's voice is sudden as she enters the kitchen with a roll of blueprints in hand.

“That's why I think it would be best to get rid of this old brick and instead replace it with some temperature resistant concrete.” The architect suggests, but as you open your mouth to respond you are distracted by the way Hermione falls in next to you.

She drapes her arm around your shoulder in an almost possessive fashion, her body is flush against your own, as though to eliminate any chance of space in between you.

You wrap your own arm around her waist as a way to reciprocate.

Emilia proceeds to roll out the blueprint onto the kitchen island so the three of you may look at it. “So, this is what I have in mind.”

“A state of the art, self-sufficient smart home. Marine steel with self-cleaning glass, a guest wing and an entertaining area to the west.” She continues, and you notice the way Hermione tilts her head as the architect speaks.

You know your wife well enough to understand that she only does so when she disapproves of something.

“and this, infinity pool” Emilia says as she points to the top half of the blueprint. “It will overlook a gorgeous view of the lake.” She finishes, unnecessarily reaching across the island to touch your arm.

You clench your jaw, now starting to grow agitated with the architect’s incessant attempts to flirt with you right in front of Hermione.

You feel the way your wife's hold on you tightens, she clears her throat before addressing Emilia directly.

“So you plan to tear the entire house down?” Your wife challenges and Emilia flashes an insincere smile once more.

“Why not? It is incredibly dated.” The architect remarks, glancing at you for a reaction.

“I like it, it adds character.” Hermione interjects, she threads her fingers through your hair, now demanding your attention.

You hear Emilia scoff, she continues to address your wife in a condescending tone. “Well, a new house would be a statement. Ecologically efficient– truthfully these older homes are very impractical.”

“Eitherway, it's up to you.” Emilia speaks to you directly, her fingers brushing your forearm once more.

The architect's lack of subtlety makes your brows knit together in annoyance, you look to Hermione to find her wearing a similar look on her face. Although you also notice the way her sharp gaze is now brimming with anger.

“Actually it is up to my wife. What Hermione says goes.” You declare, squeezing Hermione's waist reassuringly before removing yourself so you may look at the pool table in the study.

As you explore further, you somewhat manage to overhear the things Hermione is saying to the architect.

“Please stop speaking to my wife as if I weren't here.” Even in a hushed tone, your wife's frustration is palpable.

You can hear Emilia's chuckle, laced with condescension, no doubt, although as she tries to respond, Hermione interrupts. “This is not your prestige project, this is going to be my home.”

“If you want this job, I suggest you stop making eyes at my wife and keep your hands to yourself.” Your wife concludes firmly and only silence follows afterwards.

As you wait for a response from Emilia, you reach out for the eight ball atop the pool table, fiddling with it.

The architect soon speaks, and you listen closely in added intrigue.

“That is ridiculous, Hermione I would never–” Emilia attempts to continue the farce, but Hermione refuses to tolerate the disrespect any longer.

Your wife sighs. “I have decided this is not going to work, my wife and I don't require your services after all.”

“What? I–” Emilia stutters in evident shock, but Hermione's patience has been stretched thin.

“Do shut the door on your way out– drive safe.” Hermione instructs curtly, and more stunned silence follows before you finally hear the rustling of papers followed by the echo of footsteps heading towards the front door.

As you hear the door shut, the noise is swiftly followed by more footsteps, Hermione's heels against the hardwood flooring as she enters the room you are currently standing in.

You observe the way your wife is looking at you; she appears almost like a predator, staking her claim.

“She's gone?” You ask the obvious and Hermione nods, she gets close enough to wrap her arms around your neck.

“I think you should hire someone else.” She states in a lighthearted tone and you let out a huff in amusement, your hands find Hermione's waist as you reply. “Alright, darling, I will.”

Hermione hums in satisfaction before leaning in, her lips meet your own for a heated kiss.

You only break away once your chest is heaving.

“I've been in the presence of actual Death Eaters, and you are more intimidating than most of them.” You quip and Hermione smirks at your statement, but otherwise, she continues to look at you in a way that suggests she wasn't exactly in the mood for conversation.

“Shall we see the rest of the house?” You attempt, and your wife shakes her head in disagreement.

“Not yet.” Hermione contends and your breath hitches in your throat as her hand finds your rear, harshly holding you in place.

“You're mine.” She asserts and this time you smile, matching her intense gaze.

“Yes. All yours, my sweet.” You seal your promise by kissing the column of Hermione's throat. Your wife's hand shifts to the back of your head in approval as she bares her neck to you.

You continue to kiss her, earning a breathy moan as you sucked on her tender flesh, Hermione proceeds to tug on your hair so she may guide your mouth towards her own once more.

She kisses you passionately, open mouthed and wanting, Hermione's tongue clashes against your own repeatedly as her hands roamed your frame.

Eventually, her palm settles on your groin over your slacks, and you aren't able to fully comprehend what was happening before you can feel Hermione's enchantment working.

The shaft begins to form within your underwear, and the familiar sensation causes you to groan, it is only heightened as Hermione boldly palms your cock.

“Hermione–” You barely manage as your lips separate for an instant; your wife doesn't speak, but the gleam in her stare still manages to send a thrill through your body.

“My love, please–” You find yourself muttering pathetically, as you ground yourself into her touch.

Hermione gives your shaft one last squeeze before pulling her hand away. “I know, baby” Your wife coos, and you watch as she lifts her dress up to her thighs before languidly removing her black laced underwear.

“I want to feel your mouth first.” She admits as she settles her rear atop the edge of the pool table.

As Hermione parts her legs, you don't need to be told what to do next.

You kneel before her eagerly, trailing a path of wet kisses along her inner thigh before your tongue inevitably makes contact with her hot, weeping core.

Hermione gasps aloud at the sensation of your tongue on her heat. Her fist clenches in your hair once more as you begin to pleasure her with your mouth.

“Yes..” Hermione moans and you slide your tongue skillfully in between her folds. You repeat the motion a few times before settling your mouth over her sensitive clit so you can suck on it.

Hermione is already trembling once you slip your tongue inside of her. You revel in the way your wife moans aloud.

You soon break away to lap at her folds, and as your tongue makes contact with her clit again, Hermione finally comes undone.

Your wife throws her head back as her climax rips through her. You hold onto her thighs as she writhes, her hold on the back of your head is painful, in truth, but you don't care.

“Y/n,” Hermione utters breathlessly, as you place one last peck upon her swollen folds before standing up to meet her in an urgent kiss.

Your wife does not waste anymore time, matching your eagerness as her hands find your belt. She unclasps it with trembling hands, and you moan as she slips one hand inside of your slacks to grip the base of your shaft.

Her thumb then traces the tip of your cock before assisting you in pulling off your pants completely. As you kick them off, Hermione doesn't let go of your length, leaning back onto the pool table.

You swiftly follow her lead, as though in a trance, climbing on top of your wife.

Hermione hastily pulls down the top of her dress until they fall to reveal her breasts. You then eagerly take them in your mouth, licking and sucking on her hard nipples. Your lover rewards you with more gasps of pleasure.

Hermione tugs on your hair habitually, and once your face is hovering over her own, your wife kisses you again, stroking your length simultaneously.

You feel her leg settle around your waist as she lines up the tip of your cock to her entrance.

Meeting her halfway, you move in a fluid motion, and soon you are sheathed inside of her to the hilt. The moan that rips out of Hermione afterwards causes your cock to twitch desperately inside of her.

"Fuck–” You groan, retracting your hips slightly before pushing deep inside of her once more.

Your wife's nails begin to dig into your back through your blouse, you can feel the way she is desperately trying to pull you closer.

You oblige her, your mouth eventually finds the base of Hermione's jaw as you continue to pump in and out of her at an urgent pace.

Hermione is incoherent, she is mewling and whimpering with every movement of your hips as your cock never fails to reach just the right spots within her after each thrust.

“Y/n– don't stop” Your wife eventually manages through her heavy pants, and you can already sense her second orgasm approaching.

You don't stop, instead, bracing your hands on either side of her head, you lift yourself up before rutting into her wildly. The lewd noises of your joining fills the vast room, and Hermione's whimpers soon morph into a loud moan as she reaches her peak on your cock.

The way the walls of her cunt flutters around your shaft was maddening, and the sudden gush of arousal that coats your girth instigates your own release.

Your entire body tenses as you orgasm, mere seconds after your wife.

Your heavy breathing matches Hermione's as you collapse on top of her, for awhile all you can feel is her arms and legs draped around you, along with her soft lips against your ear.

“Perhaps I should make you jealous more often.” You mutter in a playful tone once you regain your bearings.

Your joke earns a firm slap from Hermione, one that lands directly on your bare rear.

“Don't get any ideas.” Your wife warns sternly.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #slytherin au #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #g!p #hermione granger smut #hermione smut #g!p reader

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sundrop-writes · 5 months ago

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The Restricted Section

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry wishes that Hermione would just relax. Just because he doesn't know the exact source of a hand-written spell in an old textbook doesn't mean that it's completely evil.

Intent to prove her wrong, he dawns his Invisibility Cloak and sneaks off to the Restricted Section of the library, looking for a more solid source of that spell - and he completely forgets everything that he set out to do when he finds Hermione along the way, doing something (or rather, someone) in a secluded corner of the library that is definitely not studying. (Something that he'll never be able to get out of his mind ever again.)

Hermione Granger x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader x Harry Potter. Accidental Voyeurism upon an Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Half-Blood Prince.

Word Count: 4,400

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic is primarily smut focused; there is some very vague plot - Harry and Hermione have an argument because Hermione doesn't like the Half-Blood Prince's book and wants Harry to get rid of it (and they are still not on good terms when the smutty stuff comes up); passing mention of a hex that gives you boils that never heal; the primary pairing in this fic is between Hermione and the reader, and Harry spies on them having sex using his Invisibility Cloak - that does mean that this fic has dubious consent and dubious morality, because Harry never asks for their permission to watch and never reveals himself to them, and during the course of this fic they also don't find out that he's there (if this is the kind of thing that makes you uncomfortable, then I would recommend moving on to one of my other fics); the reader has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader's looks - including race, hair colour, skin tone, etc. are not described in anyway; there is use of Y/N in this fic; the reader is a Gryffindor in this fic (I wanted her to be closer with Hermione, sharing a dorm with her, and be closer to the trio in general); Harry has had a crush on the reader for a while before this, but this is the first time he views Hermione sexually past his platonic friendship feelings for her; accidental voyeurism - Harry does not intend to spy on the girls, but once he discovers them, he doesn't stop watching; semi-public sex - Hermione and the reader are fucking in the library, but they are fucking in a much more secluded part of the library where Hermione knows that someone is less likely to discover them; there is some sub/dom dynamics - Hermione and the reader having a pre-existing sub/dom relationship where Hermione is very dominant and the reader is submissive, and Harry is understanding those dynamics as he observes them; Hermione calls the reader: little girl (not as indication of her size, but as a form of degradation and condescension), little bitch, little whore, slutty, brat, darling,; Hermione demands to be called 'Mistress'; Harry is a switch - he imagines himself as both dominant and submissive in his fantasies; (Harry as a 'sir' kink in his fantasies); mentions of creampie kink (one of Harry's fantasies); Hermione is very mean and condescending toward the reader; brat taming/punishment and reward - the reader has 'misbehaved' and Hermione seeks to correct it; degradation kink (towards the reader); Hermione fingers the reader; Hermione uses the reader's tie like a leash; lots of dirty talk (from Hermione); Harry considers masturbating but does not (because he fears getting caught) (and there is a mention of him masturbating to thoughts of what happened in a more private space afterwards); pussy spanking/clit spanking (from Hermione towards reader) and ass spanking (towards reader - just once) (no severe pain kink); orgasm denial (towards the reader); I believe that's it.

A/N: This was such a random idea that zapped into my head that demanded to be written. People were asking for Hermione x Fem!Reader smut and it was something I really wanted to do, but I only really felt inspired to do it when it occurred to me to write Hermione through Harry's eyes. To talk about her going from this very non-sexual being to someone so sexually powerful in his eyes - it was something really fun. And I am so glad I actually managed to squeeze this one in and finish it before the poll for the other fic finished up. I feel like this is such a fun, Harry Potter based idea that uses themes and elements unique to the series. And it's wonderful, filthy horny smut. So I hope that you guys enjoy!!

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Harry really didn’t understand Hermione sometimes.

She was an amazing friend, someone that he wouldn’t trade for the world - someone so wonderfully loyal, smart, and fun to be around during the times when she let herself actually relax and untense. But during the times when she had that intensely large stick up her arse, she could be the biggest pain in the world. Sometimes, it was like she stayed up late in her dormitory, just thinking of ways to drive Harry and Ron utterly mad.

Yes, Harry knew that his particular fascination with the Half-Blood Prince’s book was not exactly… normal. But Hermione’s attachment to a lot of her books was never normal either. And just because the book was old didn’t mean that it was bad. Just because Harry was fascinated by it didn’t mean that there would be negative consequences.

There was no reason for her to go off on a long tangent about ‘dark magic’ and ‘the Latin origins of spells’ when he had asked her about a hand-written spell that was in the book. Something that spiralled into a huge argument between the two of them when he refused to hand over the Prince’s book once she had asked him where he had gotten the spell. To her, it was something that sounded very dangerous, and she complained that therefore, the whole book was dangerous. He complained that she had a knot in her knickers because he had just been asking if she knew what the spell was or not, if she had heard of it before - it’s not like he had any intentions of actually using it.

And then Hermione had warned him that he should simply throw the book away and he told her that she was just jealous that he was actually getting better grades than her in a class for once, and the night ended with her huffing off to bed and stomping up the stairs - and the two of them hadn’t spoken in over a day because of it. Ron was nagging both of them to make-up - but Harry was chuffed, honestly. For once, Ron knew what it felt like to be between two feuding friends, trying to mend the fences.

Harry wasn’t going to apologise.

Hermione wasn’t the queen of everything. She couldn’t just demand things from him and expect him to follow suit. He had his own brain, despite what she thought, and he could make his own judgements. Harry had no plans to use the spell if Hermione thought it was dangerous, and he had just been asking about it out of curiosity. But he was more peeved that it led to her demanding that he throw the book away or destroy it, like she held some authority over him, like she was his damn mother or something.

This left Harry stewing in his annoyance as he made his way to the Restricted Section of the library the next night. He was still curious if the spell had any other known origins - another spell book, some kind of book about dark magic. Hell, he would revert to a Latin textbook if he was desperate, just to get a leg-up without directly asking Hermione. But he was headed to the Restricted Section first - because as much as she was annoying, Hermione usually was right.

He was feeling confident and perhaps a bit cocky to find the source of the spell and wield some more knowledge over her that she didn’t have. For once.

Harry had dawned his Invisibility Cloak for this task, of course. It wasn’t past curfew yet, but the library was about ten minutes from closing, and he knew that it would be easier to sneak in before Madame Pince locked up and stay there well after dark, taking his time in order to find what he needed. And any trip to the Restricted Section without a note from a professor giving permission required such a disguise.

The library was practically deserted due to the late hour - most students having wandered off to bed like good rule followers. Harry wasn’t surprised when he heard a particular, familiar voice coming from an isolated area of small desks study carols back between a few towering book cases. Of course, she would think that this would be the perfect place to get her work done, undisturbed. He couldn’t hold back from rolling his eyes when he heard that voice taking on her usual scolding, bossy tone.

“I am not at all pleased with you, you know that?”

It was Hermione.

Harry knew for a fact that Ron was in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, his face unpleasantly glued to Lavender’s once again, so he wasn’t the one in the path of Hermione’s wrath this time. Harry had to wonder who exactly had come on the other end of her up-tight, nosy fortitude.

He had seen Hermione usher you off to the library after class earlier that afternoon, saying something about the mark on your last Transfiguration essay being ‘far below your usual standard’, and talking about how you ‘needed to follow her study schedule more closely’ - and Harry had felt sorry for you at the time, if anything. The fact that you would have Hermione hovering over your shoulder, bothering you all afternoon, marking all your work and making you redo it to her incredibly high standards.

Sometimes, he felt sorry for the fact that you had to share a dorm with her. That you couldn’t escape Hermione even for a peaceful night of slumber.

But surely the two of you hadn’t spent this long in the library together. Even you wouldn’t take three or four hours to do your homework up to Hermione’s standards. She would have freed you by now - and with any luck, you would be off somewhere, snogging some lucky bloke - (Harry couldn’t let that particular train of jealous thought get to him right now).

“Little girl, am I going to have to get mean with you?”

Hermione’s voice came again, just as bitter as usual, and then it clicked with Harry.

No, it wasn’t you, perhaps Hermione was taking out her anger on a couple of First Years for not doing their homework, getting on the wrong end of Hermione’s ill-guided Prefect power that she wielded like a presidency. Harry held back a scoff of laughter, and he couldn’t help the urge to move toward the sound of her voice, eager to see what exactly was going on.

“Stop being such a whiny little bitch - you asked for this. Now shut up and take it like a good little whore.”

Those words - those words in Hermione’s voice - immediately smacked Harry in the face harder than any stunning curse ever could have. He craned his neck around the bookcase in front of him so hard to see what was happening that he harshly smacked one of his shoulders, nearly giving himself away with the noise and having to strangle down his cry of pain in order not to be caught.

However, after a moment, he came around the corner completely and rested against the bookcase comfortably as his eyes took in the utterly unbelievable sight at the other end of the aisle.

Holy fuck.

Holy… fuck.

It was you.

You and Hermione. Hermione and you.

You and Hermione looking like some sort of unbelievable pornographic dream.

Hermione had you pressed up against a desk, your legs spread wide for her with your arse just balanced on the edge of the table while she stood between them - it took Harry’s very stunned brain a moment to process it, but he realised that her arm working furiously between your thighs like that, pistoning back and forth while you spread your legs wider and leaned into the touch could only mean one thing.

She was finger-fucking your pussy.

Harry had no clue how he hadn’t picked up on the other sounds previously, especially not in the dead quiet of the library. But it was blatantly fucking clear to his ears now. The sound of your wetness sliding against her fingers, so beautifully sloppy - he could only imagine how slick you were, how pretty your cunt looked around her fingers, which were usually only meant for gripping quills or turning the pages in her next book. Along with your repressed moans, barely caught in your chest where you were biting your lip raw, clearly trying your best to stay quiet - the sounds coming out, as Hermione had described them: whines, as though you were a needy bitch in heat.

Harry was in utter shock.

Never, in a thousand years, would ever have imagined Hermione Granger looking at you with crazed heat in her eyes, her stern brow and disappointed frown somehow so perfectly fitting for the situation. Scolding you in her bossy voice while she held on tight to your Gryffindor tie like a leash, keeping your posture tight and straight as she finger-fucked you in the most rough, harsh way that Harry could have ever pictured.

Hermione - uptight, bookish, rule-bound Hermione - fucking you in the library where anybody could have caught the two of you. It seemed so wildly unimaginable, and yet - when more scolding words came out of her lips in that bossy tone, it seemed… so terribly fitting for her.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Hermione breathed hotly, giving another harsh tug on your tie that made you whine deeply in the back of your throat.

Harry swore the sound of her fingers jabbing between your legs became even wetter, sloppier sounding. So you liked being called naughty.

“Yes, I have-” You whined out, and Hermione tugged the tie again, cutting off anything further that you had to say with a harsh jolt.

Harry’s cock snapped to attention at an alarmingly fast rate, the blood rushing into his prick so quickly that it almost made him dizzy. The moral contention of watching two of his good friends go at it didn’t really cross his mind at all (perhaps his morality was going a bit too grey, using an old marked up book to ‘cheat’ in his classes these days). But he knew that wanking would be a bad idea simply based on the fact that he would have a difficult time staying quiet. So he reached down and squeezed the bulge in his trousers, gaining little relief from this as he looked on. He likely wouldn’t have been able to pull his eyes away if Voldemort himself showed up and demanded it.

“Such a naughty little bitch - you can’t even go one afternoon without having your slutty cunt filled, can you?” Hermione demanded, her words seemingly growing filthier by the second.

“I need it.” You moaned, arching into her further, as though you were possessed.

Harry would have wondered if she had been replaced by someone else, or bewitched - but you seemed to love it, loved everything she was saying. She seemed to be playing into a knowledge of your kinks, things that she knew would make you weaker and more lustful in her hands. Which was so Hermione that it was painful. Studying for something, keeping a backlog of useful knowledge.

Harry just never would have guessed that she would have used her big brain for this.

What made matters even more dizzying and shocking - this was Hermione and you. A pair he never would have thought up that also somehow made so much sense. Now, every single time the two of you snuck off giggling and Harry thought that it was just something girlish that he didn’t understand - he had to wonder what the two of you had been doing.

The fact that Hermione had been Viktor Krum’s date to the Yule Ball and you had been Harry’s, but you and Hermione had been glued to each other all night made a lot more sense. Every single time the two of you walked to class together holding hands, every single time you showed up to the Gryffindor table with some kind of glaring love mark on your neck and Ginny or someone else asked you about it and Hermione had laughed when you named off a different boy from a different house - it all made strange sense in Harry’s eyes.

This was you - one of the hottest, most sought-after girls at Hogwarts. The star of every single one of Harry’s wanking fantasies since you had given him a pity kiss under some mistletoe after a DA meeting. (He had a feeling that Hermione would be sneaking into those fantasies too, now, as much as he had tried to keep her out on the grounds that it would be rude to wank to his best friend). You, someone who was so gorgeous and so desirable and somehow never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend, as often as guys asked you on dates, and as often as you claimed to like certain boys and even flirted with them.

Apparently Hermione had been keeping you on a leash this whole time. A tight leash - just like the way she was holding your tie, keeping you close, keeping you waiting with baited breath for her next move.

“Mione-” You breathed out in return, a slight begging in your voice that had Harry light-headed in seconds.

This was better than any fantasy he could have dreamt up.

“Ah-ah. Hush, little girl.” Hermione fired back, that bossy condescending she always used somehow sounding all the more perfect in this context. “You’ve been such a proper brat all day, and you’re going to take what I give you, understand?”

You nodded your head (as much as you could with the hold she had on you) and made a noise of affirmation. But Hermione gave another sharp tug on your tie, clearly displeased with this.

“Come on, use your words now. Be a good girl.” She ordered sharply, the only thing giving away what must have been her own arousal being a slight hint of breath on her voice. Otherwise, she was entirely proper - not a single wrinkle in her impeccable uniform, her face entirely straight and firm as she stared you down with sharp eyes.

“Yes, Mione-”

“No, darling. Wrong again.”

Hermione hauled her hand back, creating another loud wet sound as she hauled her fingers out of your pussy entirely. Harry harshly craned his neck again, and it was only then that it truly occurred to him, between his dizzy head, his cement legs and his hard cock painful against his pelvis, protesting wildly against his zipper, that he could actually move closer to get a better look. With his Cloak guarding him, he would not be seen.

He tried his best not to rush, not to make too much noise especially as he got closer, and he almost scolded himself when he nearly missed out on it - the wet smack as Hermione brought her hand down between your thighs. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he never would have guessed that she had so boldly laid two rapid spanks right across your swollen, needy clit. Your skirt flipped up out of the way, no panties in sight, and giving her all the room in the world to do so.

You harshly bit down on your own lip again, worrying the skin to the point where it was swollen and looked like it might even bruise, dampening down harsh cries from deep within your chest. Before Harry could worry that the tears pooling in your eyes had meant that Hermione had truly hurt you, you spread your legs wider and canted your hips more toward her, offering your body up for more.

And then, you opened your lips again, seemingly to obey whatever implicit command she had given you with the spanks.

“Yes, Mistress.” You choked out, putting stress on the title, as if correcting your earlier self. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.” Hermione replied, more breath this time as she used your tie to pull you into a heated kiss, and then shoved three firm fingers back into your waiting, leaking cunt.

Harry’s head was spinning.

He had never seen anything more beautiful and erotic in his life (not even when Fred and George had shown him and Ron those Wonder Witch magazines - no, this was much hotter and more perfect because it was so real).

His mind was spinning with a unique kind of jealousy, something that told him that he was sure if he wanted to steal you away from Hermione because he thought he could - because he now knew all of your sexual preferences and he would use that information to play you, to do everything she was doing to you and more. He would make you the perfect horny little puppet on his painful, throbbing cock (he gave himself another squeeze through his trousers, suppressing a moan of his own). He would have you calling him ‘Sir’ and begging for his cock in no time, because you needed it - you needed to have your holes filled and you would fucking love it.

Or if he wanted Hermione playing him like this - tugging on his hair, guiding him around by his tie like he was nothing more than a wretched dog, needing to be tamed. Wanted her using that bossy voice of hers to give him completely different kinds of orders - forcing him onto his knees to eat her cunt until she was satisfied, and - knowing her - she never would be.

Harry’s mind flashed with an image of him on his knees before you, his head so perfectly framed by your plush thighs, with Hermione behind him, barking orders in his ear, a tight grip on his hair as she shoved him tighter into your perfect, messy, wet pussy. He decided that was it - that was exactly what he wanted. That would be the vision that haunted his dreams from now on.

It was something that had him leaking enough precum to stain through to the outside of his pants, especially by the time your voice warbled out brokenly against Hermione’s chin, your thighs starting to shake, and Harry was sure that he would get the treat of seeing you cum on her fingers.

He was sorely disappointed by what happened next.

Hermione pulled back from you completely, creating another deadly wet sound as she pulled her fingers from your cunt once again - something that was almost drowned out by the pitched, disappointed whine that you let out.

“Mione-!” You complained sharply, the nickname almost coming out as a sob from the back of your throat.

You sat frozen on the edge of the desk, your legs spread wide as you stared Hermione down with glassy, disappointed eyes while she stepped back and grabbed a handkerchief from her bag that was sitting on a table opposite and used it to wipe off her glistening fingers.

Harry rushed to get a better look at your cunt before you closed your legs, and Merlin - it was magnificent. Swollen and puffed from Hermione’s efforts, coated in your wetness, your clit stuck out from the hood and standing at attention, so damn needy, begging to be touched, your hole slightly gaped from where Hermione’s fingers had been.

(Harry couldn’t help but to imagine how stretched you would be left by the thickness of his cock, how good you would look leaking with his cum…)

“What did you expect?” Hermione said sharply, the edge of a sarcastic laugh on her voice. She was firm, not giving in to the pout that you were giving her.

“You’ve been bratting up all day - I could have excused you flirting with Malfoy all through potions class-” She continued.

Harry had noticed that too. He had simply thought that Malfoy would be your next conquest, not a simple flirtation to get on Hermione’s nerves.

“If not for the fact that you didn’t finish any of your homework and you then decided to distract me from doing mine all afternoon.”

Of course. Hermione doling out sexual punishments for not doing homework.

Some things are just nature.

Though, Harry knew, if there was one thing that would motivate him to do his essays - it would be the idea of getting to cum.

“Of course you don’t get to cum, you stupid whore.” Hermione said these words how she said many things - as a final, finite declaration that was law.

Hearing her speak such filthy words in such an authoritative (and nearly emotionless) voice almost caused Harry to cum in his pants on the spot. Almost.

You let out a sigh of defeat and finally closed your legs, hopping off the desk and pulling down your skirt. Obviously, you hadn’t been wearing panties at all that day (which was another thought that would haunt Harry’s wet dreams) because you made no move to find a pair and put them back on. Instead, you simply turned around and gathered some of your books that were farther back on the desk.

“How long?” You asked Hermione tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at her.

Perhaps meaning - how long would she be angry with you? How long until she would finally allow you to cum?

Harry’s stomach lurched - he imagined himself finding you in the hallway and pinning you against the wall, flipping up your skirt and finding your still wet, bare cunt, teasing you with his fingers and promising to give you everything that you needed as long as you surrendered yourself to him. He would let you cum - he would make you cum so many times that you would cry and beg for him to stop. And he would leave you tired, satisfied and gaped with his cum dripping from all your pretty holes.

Perhaps it would be rude and underhanded to go after you simply based on a void that Hermione had left in you - but Harry was still feeling a bit of a petty sting from their argument the night before.

Hermione stepped toward you again - careful, calculated, like a predator observing its prey. She put her hands on either side of your waist, and leaned forward to whisper something in your ear that Harry barely caught.

“For as long as I want, naughty girl.” She told you. “You’ll take what you get, and you’ll like it, you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” You sighed loyally in return. Though your face was knit with a unique displeasure - clearly, you were still aching to cum.

“And if I think for a moment that you have been touching your little whore cunt without my permission, I will spank you until every single person in Hogwarts hears you scream my name - understood?”

She topped this off with a sharp spank across your ass, using her free hand to hold the fabric of your skirt out of the way to make sure it was nothing but free, burning, skin on skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, and began nodding furiously.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” Hermione told you. “Now, off to bed.”

You began to walk off, but you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder, as if waiting for her to follow.

“I’ll be along in a few minutes. I have to sort out some more books for tomorrow. Since I now have so much to catch up on.” She added the last part with a bit of snark, and you rolled your eyes, turning around and walking.

Unfortunately, you abruptly headed in Harry’s direction and his stomach tightly clenched - he moved to press himself tightly into the bookcase, praying that you wouldn’t bump into him.

Perhaps you felt him move, or you simply felt something… off, but you paused for a moment, and stared harshly at the space where Harry was standing. His heart began to beat hard inside of his throat, and he wondered how fast he would be able to run with his cock so uncomfortably stiff inside of his pants. You kept staring, as though you were expecting something to materialise out of thin air.

“Y/N, go.” Hermione snapped. “Go on, it’s almost curfew.”

“Yes, Miss Prefect, I’m going.” You sighed sarcastically in return, and walked off.

Harry had a hard time not loudly gulping in air - not realising how harshly he had been holding his breath.

He stayed there for a few more minutes and continued to watch Hermione.

Jarringly, she was still so much of the usual Hermione. She was still absolutely someone that he knew so well, despite the secret sex persona that she had been hiding. Still biting at the skin around her nails as she concentrated on a thought, still fussing over which books to take, and still leaving the library with more of an armful than she could comfortably carry. Still somehow forgetting that she could just use magic to lug all the books to the Gryffindor common room instead of tiring out her arms - and Harry only fitfully realised now that this was only half her arm workout, and fucking your cunt raw must have been the other half.

The whole time he stood there, Harry had considered revealing himself to her.

He thought about begging to be let in on what the two of you had, even if he had to do something horrible to earn it first, to be worthy in her eyes - something like licking her shoes or wanking in front of her just to be ‘even’. But he knew that she would see the spying (even if unintentional) as a violation of trust, as something too creepy to be redeemed. She would probably hex him to hell and back, make him grow boils that would break open and bleed and never properly heal for the rest of his life - just for thinking about spying on her like that.

So Harry knew that he had to keep this whole thing a secret, keep it close to his chest. He could never, ever speak about it to anyone.

Harry forgot all about the book he had wanted. And, instead of going back to the Gryffindor common room behind Hermione, he took his aching cock to the Prefect’s Bathroom in an attempt to clear his mind. After making himself cum not once, but three different times, he finally settled into the hot water for a nice, long soak. He thought about it, and he realised that he was properly fucked - because he would never be able to look at you or Hermione in the same way again.

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A/N: This is a oneshot, and at this current time, there is not going to be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. I might be open to writing a second part to this, but I don't have any current plans to do so and right now, it is not on my schedule. For now, if you are going to leave a comment on this fic, please leave a comment about the body of work that has been written instead of asking for more. If you want to see more Harry Potter fics that I have written, definitely check out my Harry Potter masterlist.

#sundrop writes #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger smut #hermione granger x fem!reader #hermione granger x you #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger fanfiction #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter smut #harry potter x reader #hjp x reader

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hannysarang · 2 years ago

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🎧 a playlist for my fic Control

Read Control on ao3

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

(if anyone has a better art for a cover, please share it with me!)

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #dramione fanfic #dom hermione granger #sub draco malfoy #hermione x draco #sub/dom #fanfic #smut #playlist #spotify #music

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enzosbabyangel · 1 month ago

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12 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈

⋆⁺₊❅. NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH ANYTHING. These will be posted at random and is simply work from my previous blog that i aimed to have posted for christmas however was then marked as explicit. Please be patient, this isn’t a big concern of mine. ⋆⁺₊❅.

⋆⁺₊❅. On the first day of christmas my true love sent to me, a set of lingerie💋

Lingerie with harry potter characters

Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory

Bonus: Newt Scamander

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the second day of christmas my true love sent to me, two of his friends💞

Threesome of with Lorenzo and Mattheo while your boyfriend Theo, listens over a call

Characters: Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the third day of christmas my true love gave to me, three orgasms🤍

dom!reader(fem aligned)

Characters: Newt Scamander

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the fourth day of christmas my true love sent to me, four thousand dollars💸

Sugar daddies

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the fifth day of christmas my true love gave to me, five orgasms🤍

Overstimulation and praise, hint at femdom

Characters: Newt Scamander

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the sixth day of christmas my true love cuffed me to the bed⛓️‍💥

slight bdsm

Characters: Fred Weasley

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the seventh day of christmas my true love sent me p links💕

p links

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Tom Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory, Remus Lupin

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the eighth day of christmas my true love gave to me, toys❤️

Toys

Characters: Pansy Parkinson

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the ninth day of christmas my true love sent me p links💖

p links

Characters: Mark Hoffman

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the tenth day of christmas my true love sent to me, pictures 🌃

Sending them pictures while they’re gone

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Newt Scamander

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the eleventh day of christmas my true love woke me up with his tongue❄️

Somnophilia

Characters: Lorenzo Berkshire

❄︎ ──── ☃️ ──── ❄︎

⋆⁺₊❅. On the twelfth day of christmas my true love shared me with his best friend💝

threesome

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

#harry potter #harry potter smut #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire smut #mattheo riddle smut #theodore nott smut #fred weasley smut #slytherin smut #newt scamander smut #smut #x reader smut #12daysofchristmas24

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 2 months ago

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My Top 10 Fics Of 2024

So, I have decided that I am gonna do the same thing that I did last year because I had so much fucking fun with this last time and it's a great way to look back and reflect on all the hard work I have done this year. And I am counting these down not based on statistics - not how many likes these posts have or how 'popular' they are, but based on how much I like them, and I get to really reflect on how writing these fics made me feel. And that is truly the most important part of fanfiction - how much fun I am having. So I am really happy and excited to reflect on all the awesome stuff I have written this year.

And I think a really great sign is that I had an incredibly difficult time with this year's ranking. Because I wrote so many amazing fics that I had so much fun with. Even if I had a really (not so fun) incident where I came very close to quitting fanfiction altogether, I had a lot of fun, and I wrote a lot of amazing things that I am so fucking proud of. And I'm only including fics in this ranking that I have posted (which is why I strategically waited until after certain fics were posted to write and make this ranking) - and not even including ones I have written and not yet posted, which are also fics I absolutely fucking love. So even if this year may not have been great for my mental health or my physical health, this year was a year where I felt great and comfortable and happy as an artist.

Anyway, here's the ranking!!

This year I posted 20 different fics consisting of over 250,000 words - and that is not including the fics I have not edited and the unfinished WIPs I have in my drafts.

Also keep in mind, if you randomly see this post in tags and you don't follow me, this is my main blog and not my fanfiction blog. My fanfiction blog is @sundrop-writes - you can follow me there to check out my fics and follow me for all my exciting fanfiction adventures in 2025.

Honorable Mentions:

Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader (6,300 words). I was slightly conflicted about if I should put this on the list or not, because currently, this is (in terms of statistics) the most popular fic on my blog right now, and usually when a fic is super popular, I am less inclined to like it. But this list is supposed to be strictly about how I feel about my fics and the experience I had while writing them. And I did really enjoy the experience of writing this fic - it was really fun to write something absolutely kinky and filthy and to write a fic that was so truly stuck in my head. I had a lot of fun with it.

The Restricted Section - Dom!Hermione Granger x Sub!Fem!Reader x (Secret Voyeur) Harry Potter (4,400 words). This is one of my absolute favourite fics that I have written this year, and it just didn't make the top ten because other fics were more my favourite. I loved writing this because it was such a fun PWP and it was one of those instances where I had the idea and then the fic was posted like a day later. It's a lot of fun.

Tongue Twister - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!GN!Reader (2,000 words). This is one that I actually forgot that I wrote this year - it feels like so long ago lmao. But I really loved it when I wrote it, I love it now. I will always love Gar so much, and I love writing slutty fics about him.

Eager Little Puppy - Sub!Isaac Lahey x Dom!GN!Reader (2,700 words). This is by far one of my favourite things I have written this year - Isaac is one of my new favourite characters, and I have absolutely loved writing about him (and I look forward to writing more about him in the future). This is just a representation of how much I love him.

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson - Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader (8,300 words). This is another one that I forgot was from this year because it feels like so long ago. I really fucking love the concept and I really, really want to continue it further in 2025 (feel free to send me messages if you are excited about it and want to see more, because I would like to set aside some specific time to work on it). Anyway - I really love the start of it and I really love what I have planned for this fic in the future.

Now, onto The Top Ten:

10. Precious Time Alone (aka The Knot Fic) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

It's such an interesting coincidence that both this year and last year, the number ten slot contains a Gar fic that is a re-make/re-post. I have a lot of fics that are only on AO3 and not on Tumblr, and I highly recommend that you check out my AO3 for that reason, but if I am transferring a fic from AO3 to Tumblr, I love to go through and do some edits on it and see how I can improve it before I post it again.

I absolutely loved this fic when I first posted it, and I love it even more with the edits - including the new scene that I added. It is such a fun idea that could be considered Crack Fic (so often, I write Crack Fic concepts but I treat them seriously) - the idea that Gar has a Knot because he is 'an animal' (or because he has animal DNA). It's such a funny idea, but it was fun and hot to write porn about it.

I love this fic, and if it is your thing and you would enjoy reading it, I hope that you enjoy it too.

9. The Way You Miss Me - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (18,500 words)

Fred broke up with you. He made it clear that he was going to have a new life when he opened his shop, and he didn’t need you to be a part of it. You being stuck on him was just another joke in a long line of pranks that he pulled. And life kept on laughing at you when your fear of heights was triggered by a potentially life ending mission the Order put together that had you dangling hundreds of feet over London, held up only by Fred’s strength and determination. So what does it mean when the two of you land, and he’s the only thing that can stop your shaking panic? What does it mean when he’s looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, holding you tight like a lover would? Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut. Set during Deathly Hallows.

This fic is one of the reasons that the ranking was so difficult. This one got moved around a lot because I had so much fun writing it and working on it. I am also super proud of this fic because originally, the idea was going to be part of a much longer fic, and I am so glad that I was able to pull off the emotions and the tone that I wanted in a much shorter word count that took me a lot less time. It makes me incredibly proud of myself - that I don't feel like I have to spend months and months on an idea in order to truly pull it off.

I fucking love this fic and I am so happy with how it turned out.

8. Why Am I The One? - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader (15,200 words)

Isaac loves you. He loves you more than anything else in the world - which is exactly why he has stayed away from you for so long. But when Derek kicks him out onto the street in the pouring rain with absolutely no warning and no reasoning as to why, Isaac has nowhere else to go. He could claim that he sought you out because you’re close by, because he knows that you won’t turn him away in his time of need - but deep down, it’s because he misses you. And staying away from you for so long is the hardest, stupidest thing he has ever done. Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Smut and Emotional Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

Again, this is one that made the ranking very hard. I enjoyed the process of writing this so fucking much. I was immediately inspired when I saw the episode, and as soon as I saw it, I started working on this fic - the imagery of Isaac so slutty in his white shirt sparks the temptation to write smut, but I love the emotional depth of him being a literal kicked puppy (after being kicked out by Derek) and being emotionally vulnerable and needing some place to go and someone to turn to. It is literally a perfect recipe for the kind of smut I write - super hot sex with emotional depth because one of the characters is feeling vulnerable. It's perfect.

This fic is exactly what I wanted it to be when I set out to write it, and I especially loved exploring Isaac's grief for Erica (which is by far not explored enough in the show) and I might do a continuation of it in the future, I'm not sure. Either way, I think it's fantastic, and it definitely deserves a spot on this list.

7. She Keeps Me Up - Dom!MILF!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader (3,100 words)

JJ is protective of you. When you offer yourself up as ‘bait’ to lure in an UnSub who is killing women of your type, she protests endlessly about it - but ultimately she can’t stop you. She can, however, possessively lay her claim on you when you get back from the ordeal with nothing more than a tiny scratch. Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.

Like I said, this list is all about reflecting, and I was considering wiping all Criminal Minds fics off this list because of the experience that I had - but that wouldn't be fair to my past self or fair to my art. Especially because this is one of my favourite fics I have ever written and whenever I listen to the song that I titled it for, I still have incredibly fond memories of writing this fic.

I think that MILF!JJ is my favourite version of JJ, even though - ironically - I haven't seen a lot of the later seasons. But way too many people obsess over Professor Reid and Grey Haired Prentiss (who I also love, don't get me wrong) - but I think there is not enough love for MILF!JJ. Not by far. I want to be her controversially younger girlfriend.

I actually have something in my drafts that is MILF!JJ centric, and if I finished it, it would be the only thing that could get me to stray back into the Criminal Minds fandom. I am so down bad for JJ, it's not even funny. (So - if you wanna see more of her, feel free to come in my inbox and let me know.)

6. Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Another one that made the ranking so hard. This fic was so much fun to write, because as I said in the A/N for it - I fucking love writing villains. I love writing characters who are absolutely unambiguously evil. I do think it's a big of a shame that the recent cultural shift is to write villains as morally ambiguous or to take characters who are evil (or morally grey shifting more towards 'bad' in the canon) and soften them up so much in fanfiction to make it seem like they did nothing wrong.

A lot of people write Void as one of those "he is bad but he won't hurt me because he loves me uwu" characters and I really don't like that - because I want to write him as a character who is absolutely fucking incapable of love. He does not know love, he doesn't know what it is, and he has absolutely no softness or fondness for any person.

I really want to write a sequel to this fic - I have one drafted out that I think would be so fucking good - and I think I want to make it one of my goals for 2025 to complete and post the sequel. Anyway, just this fic as it is, I fucking love it, and I had such a fantastic time writing it.

5. Downhill - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (20,100 words)

Draco knows his place in the world. He is a Malfoy, he is Pureblood. He is supposed to marry, carry on the Pureblood line. He is supposed to do everything that his parents would - including killing, if it’s what his Dark Lord wishes. Draco Malfoy is not supposed to hesitate. He is not supposed to feel fear. He is not supposed to have room in his heart for fondness, or even love. Not even when it comes to his bartered and bought fellow Pureblood fiancee. Love is nothing but a weakness. And Malfoys are not weak. Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage/Hesitant Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut. Set during Half-Blood Prince.

This is one of the fics that caused me to strategically wait to make and post this whole list lmao. And I am glad that I actually got this fic posted when I wanted to, and I'm glad that I waited. I have had this fic brewing in my drafts for a long time, and I have had the general idea for it in my head for a lot longer. I've actually had the idea in my head for longer than the original fic existed (the fic that this is a prequel to) and when I figured out that I could utilise my idea here, I was so excited.

I love writing about the real consequences of Draco being a Death Eater and I fucking love writing the Arranged Marriage trope, and this was all my favourite things to write about rolled up into one. And I also loved writing the inclusion of Harry having a very shallow one-sided crush on the reader when she is too busy actually falling in love with Draco to notice. This was incredibly fun for me to write and I absolutely love how it turned out - so it is by far one of my favourite fics I have written this year.

4. Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic (18,000 words)

Since you joined the BAU, you have been keeping a terrible secret from the team. When the team takes a case in your hometown - your festering secret comes to be known with a vengeance. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Criminal Minds Season 3.

I feel like this list would be incomplete if I did not include the fic I obsessed over as my first fic of the year. This fic really did a lot for me as an artist - for so long I have been wanting to write something with a similar concept to the music video for Figure It Out by Royal Blood (something where the story essentially goes in reverse and more details are revealed along the way, constantly changing who you believe is the villain vs who is the victim). The first time I saw that music video, it changed me and I have been so radically inspired by it ever since.

And because this idea has been sitting in my head for literal years, I am so fucking proud that I managed to do it justice. And I do think that Criminal Minds is the perfect backdrop to do this kind of idea with, and I think that this is actually a kind of radical artistic episode that they might actually do.

I would also love to use this format for other fandoms (I think it would work so well for The Walking Dead especially, and you guys know that I want to apply everything I do to Titans) - so I am so glad that I wrote this fic and gained confidence in writing something with an usual format and that I just got to have fun with it.

3. When Doves Cry - Jason Todd x Gar Logan (11,100 words)

At Dick’s insistence, Jason comes back to Wayne Manor to help the Titans end Crane’s deadly plan. Jason doesn’t want redemption or forgiveness - he’s done believing that he’s worthy of those. Once Crane is back at Arkham where he belongs, Jason plans to disappear, never to be heard from again. But Gar - someone who never stopped loving Jason and never stopped believing in his goodness - has other plans. Jason Todd x Gar Logan. Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Smut and Emotional Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 13.

This fic is absolutely so fucking special to me. This is actually one of my only fics that has a dedication, even though most of my romance based fics should be dedicated to @nctzenkane - because he is the love of my life and he inspires most of my romance based fics in one way or another.

I wrote this fic at a time when I was really struggling as an artist. If you have been following me all year, then you will likely know about an incident where I spent months writing a longer fic, and that fic garnered some complaints and hate comments, and when I spoke up with my distaste for those comments - I was basically told to shut up, and I was told that fanfic readers have a right to be rude and treat fic authors like shit the second that we post our work to the 'public'.

And it really demotivated me and the whole incident really made me thoroughly consider quitting writing altogether, especially considering the fact that my chronic illness is getting worse each year and every single time I successfully post a fic, more and more work has gone into that fic behind the scenes (past my illness) in order to make that fic 'visible to the public'.

All of this to say that I was feeling down, disappointed and lost, and I asked Jaycen what to do - what I should write to truly make myself feel confident and good in my art again. I asked him to request something because I needed some inspiration and some artistic direction. And he requested this fic - because he usually only enjoys romances between canon character pairings (and he loves JayGar because I majorly fed him the juice on that) and he knows that Titans is my strong suit.

The fic is also incredibly special to me because the song is also incredibly special - even though I fucking love 80s music, I didn't really listen to Prince until Jaycen encouraged me to, and when I listened to this song for the first time, it really wormed its way in as one of my all time favourite songs. And it suits these characters and their dynamic so well in addition to being such a beautifully personal song to me.

So yeah - this fic is gonna go down in history as one of my top five favourite fics of all time, not just from this year. And it definitely made the ranking a lot harder.

2. Heaven's Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader (24,200 words)

Hope. Not the fragile, delicate thing that everyone mistakes it to be. Hope is stubborn, and grows inside of you long before you ever realize its purpose there. Hope can’t be crushed by a thousand pound tank or torn apart as easily as concrete walls can. Hope is balanced on the backs of songbirds, it whistles quietly in the wind, and it brings you right where you need to be (even if you don’t know it). Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5.

This is another fic that is so fucking special to me, and that's why it's so close to the top of the ranking. I have had this idea in mind for years probably - I fucking love the concept of any fic that involves reunions when it comes to The Walking Dead (and I could write 10,000 more fics based on this concept) because every single moment of reunion in the show just fucking gets me. Even though I don't really like Rick and Lori's relationship (and I love Lori, don't mistake me as a Lori hater - never), the moment where Rick gets out of the cube van and reunites with Carl and Lori for the first time in the first season - it gives me goosebumps every single time without fail.

So I simply aim to recreate that feeling with my fics.

Also - the bird symbolism. When I lived at my old place, I had a bird feeder right outside my window, and I used to do a lot of bird watching. And I became familiar with certain bird species and the rarity of certain types of birds, and there is just something hopeful that ignites within you when you see a particularly rare bird - and it is a myth I have heard that cardinals represent good luck (likely because of their rarity) when you see them.

And I love how the whole fic evolved to represent hope, which I think is something we all need more of in our lives. During this year of existential dread and sadness, it felt really good to write something that was purely about happiness and hope.

1. The Jaws of Life - Jason Todd x GN!Reader (19,900 words)

You and Jason don’t really hate each other - at least not anymore. Your feelings for each other are more than complicated, and before you have time to figure it all out, you have to part ways. Jason goes back to Gotham at Bruce’s behest, and you’re off to visit a long lost relative that you didn’t even know cared about you. Unfortunately, while you’re apart, the Joker makes things even more complicated with a phone call and a gun. And your world comes crashing down before you can even put names to all the stars in your sky. Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Friends With Benefits to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Smut, Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 3.

Here is the big number one! I am giving this one the top spot even though it's incomplete (and I am kind of biased because in my head, I am including how amazing stuff from the second part is) - and maybe it's just an excuse to include such an amazing fic in two different 'Top 10 Fics of The Year' posts lmao. Because when I post the second part in January, technically it will count for next year too.

But anyway - I love this fic so fucking much. This fic has been so long in the making, and I love every single aspect of it - the emotions, the metaphors, the length. This is one of those fics that is perfect to me because it came out exactly how I wanted it to be in my head. I am so utterly proud of this fic, and I am so glad that people are getting to read it now, even if it is just the first part.

Anyway - that's all for this year, and I am sooo looking forward to seeing what I can come up with next year.

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