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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 years ago

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Making It Work (Chapter Eight)

The next morning when Harry woke up, he couldn’t remember ever feeling quite as disgusting as he did in this moment. He stumbled to the bathroom and relieved himself before making his way out to the kitchen and pouring a large glass of water.

The door onto the porch opened and Harry glanced over at Malfoy who was wearing his tight teal yoga pants and a loose fitting tank top, his hair in a top knot again. “Potter, you smell like a distillery. Have you never heard of a hangover potion? Or a shower?”

Harry groaned irritably. “Get off my back, Malfoy.”

“Here,” he said, handing him a vial with a potion in it.

And it probably spoke to how awful Harry was feeling that he simply took the potion and drank it down. He shuddered as the sledge drained down his throat and for a horrifying moment, he was quite sure he was going to be sick all over the kitchen counter. After a moment it passed and he suddenly felt much better. “Thanks,” he said, not feeling outstanding, but not feeling like he’d been hit by the night bus, either.

“Go have a shower, you’ll feel better,” Malfoy said. “And I’ll feel better because I won’t be able to smell you.”

“You’re such a wanker.”

“Yes, well, honesty does seem to be the best policy with Auror partners,” he said with a shrug. “Now, off you pop; to the shower with you. I’ll make breakfast.”

Harry was loathe to admit it, but a shower went a long way to making him feel a little more human. The house smelled divine as he came out into the living room and made his way to the kitchen.

“Ah, just in time,” Malfoy said and a cup of coffee floated over to him followed by a waffle and a plate of bacon.

“You made waffles?” Harry asked, oddly touched.

Malfoy shrugged, not looking at Harry, “They’re good for absorbing alcohol in your stomach. You’ll function better.”

“You’re-” Harry started before cutting himself off.

“What?” Malfoy asked, glaring suspiciously at him.

“You’ll murder me, but I was going to say sweet.”

Malfoy blinked, mouth opening indignantly for a moment then snapping shut before he groused, “I am not sweet, Potter! I am a Malfoy.”

Harry laughed at that, he couldn’t help himself, “I know, you’ve kept it under wraps very well. I never would have suspected it.”

“Potter, I will curse you into next week.”

“Will you make me waffles when I arrive in next week, too?” Harry asked with a huge grin as he stuffed a bite of waffle into his mouth. He groaned at the fluffy, sweet confection in his mouth, “They’re very good.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath.

“This is the nicest start to a Thursday I’ve ever had.”

“Thursdays are particularly heinous, aren’t they?” Malfoy agreed trying, Harry suspected, to steer them away from the topic of his kindness.

“They’re the worst. Second only to Tuesday,” Harry replied easily.

“You’re right about that, Potter.”

He hummed and took a sip of the coffee that Malfoy had managed to make perfectly for him. “I always spend Thursday mornings daydreaming about flooing in sick to work,” Harry said before taking another large bite of waffle.

“What would you do with a sick day when you’re not sick?” Malfoy asked before taking cutting a small piece of waffle with his knife and delivering it to his mouth. How was he so bloody graceful in everything he did?

“Well, I’d go back to bed for starters,” Harry told him. “Then I’d get up again around 10:00 and I’d make myself a big breakfast, maybe waffles or something,” he said with a grin that Malfoy rolled his eyes at. “I’d pull out one of the two dozen books I have on my to-read book pile and I’d curl up in my favorite armchair and read for a few hours and drink tea. Then in the afternoon, I’d put on a glamour to disguise who I am so I don’t get caught out and I’d go find a farmers market. I’d find the local honey booth and I’d probably fall in love with the bloke who ran it,” he paused then added, “or the girl who ran it. That part changes depending on my mood. I’d stay the rest of the afternoon at his stall just talking and laughing, we’d go to dinner together, and that would be it. The beginning of the perfect life.”

“That’s a very detailed daydream, Potter.”

Harry shrugged, “It changes a bit depending on the season, too. Can’t be daydreaming about farmers markets in the winter.”

“Indeed.”

“Alright, what do you daydream about when you want to play hooky?”

Humming thoughtfully, Malfoy said, “I don’t generally. I like going to work most days, I liked working with my partner. He was kind and he taught me a lot, we worked hard and I always felt good about what we were doing. I didn’t really feel that way about my life until I became an Auror.”

Harry listened attentively, there was something about the little glimpses Malfoy gave him of his interior life that always left him wanting to hear more, his waffle and coffee forgotten for the moment.

Draco cleared his throat, “I’m more likely to daydream about what my evenings after work could be like someday. I imagine having breakfast with my husband or boyfriend or whatever, then going off to work and tracking down criminals. Then I imagine coming home to a warm house with all of the lights on and a fire already lit in the hearth. I imagine making dinner together or curling up on the sofa to read or just talk.” He shrugged, his cheeks faintly flushed. “It’s stupid really.”

“It’s not,” Harry said softly, and he wanted to reach out and cover Malfoy’s hand with his own, but he didn’t. “It’s not,” he said again, more softly.

He wasn’t quite sure what it was that was happening, what had shifted over the past 12 hours between them. He opened his mouth to say something when Malfoy’s tempus charm went off, startling them both.

“Circe,” Malfoy cursed, waving a hand to stop the alarm. “I have to get ready, enough daydreaming for me.”

And if Harry fancied he heard a bit of wistfulness in Malfoy’s voice, well, he kept his thoughts to himself.

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Harry was no stranger to the desire to watch Malfoy. He’d spent a fairly large amount of time watching the other man when they were just boys and he could admit, if only to himself, that whenever the two of them had ended up at the same events his eyes stayed glued to the other man, watching him suspiciously.

What was more unfamiliar were the feelings behind his desire to watch him now. Throughout the course of the morning, Harry couldn’t fight the impulse to look up at the other man while they filled in paperwork.

And he’d stare at him, trying to reconcile the pretentious, rude, bigoted boy he’d known in school with this graceful, elegant, hard-working man who daydreamed about coming home to someone at night and who wanted a tiny cozy house. He was nothing like what Harry had imagined.

“What, Potter?” Malfoy finally asked, after looking up for the sixteenth time to find Harry watching him. Harry always tried to avert his eyes, but didn’t manage it well.

“Nothing,” Harry said.

“You have your sixth-year-stalker face on,” Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow.

“What?”

He rolled his eyes, “Every time I look up I see you staring at me and even when I’m not looking at you, I can feel your eyes boring a hole into my skull. It’s like 6th year all over again.”

“This is nothing like that,” Harry replied, his neck growing warm.

Malfoy merely raised one infuriatingly elegant eyebrow at him.

“It’s not!” Harry protested. “Then I was just trying to figure out what you were up to and now,” Harry trailed off, not really sure what to say.

“And now…” Malfoy prompted.

“Now I’m just trying to figure you out,” Harry finished lamely with a shrug.

His brow furrowed, “What about me are you trying to figure out? I’ve been very upfront with you, Potter.”

“I know,” Harry said, “I just sort of like getting to know this you.”

Malfoy stared at him for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, “Are you still drunk, Potter?”

“You’re a prat,” Harry said with a laugh.

“I might have always been amazing to know at Hogwarts,” Malfoy said haughtily. “You don’t know.”

“I don’t,” Harry agreed. “You always seemed to have plenty of friends.”

Malfoy shrugged, “Yes and no.” There was a sadness around Malfoy’s eyes and in the twist of his mouth that made something twist uncomfortably in Harry’s stomach. "I certainly had my faults."

“I was a delight to be around as a teenager, let me tell you,” Harry replied, trying to steer toward something that would make his melancholy disappear.

That startled a laugh out of Malfoy, “Oh, I’ve no doubt. Only you were weirdly moody from like 5th year on.”

“I was not!” Harry said, trying to feel offended but not quite managing it.

“You were,” Malfoy said. “Always glaring into you porridge in the morning and skulking about as though the world was out to get you.”

“It was!” Harry exclaimed. “In fifth year, Voldemorte’s thoughts started leaking into my head and if you think teenage hormones are bad, you’ve got no idea what it’s like to also be sharing thoughts with a mad man when he’s most upset.”

“Sorry,” Malfoy said incredulously, “Did you really just tell me that you were sharing thoughts with Voldemort?”

Harry suddenly wished he hadn’t brought this up. He gave a small nod.

“And no one helped you stop them? No one wanted to, like, protect you?”

“People wanted to protect me,” he said a touch defensively. “Dumbledore made Snape start teaching me occulmency and-”

“Snape?” Malfoy asked incredulously. “He wanted Snape to teach you occulmency.”

“Well, yeah,” he said. “He was really good at it.”

“But he was a bloody awful legilimency teacher,” Malfoy replied. “My parents wanted him to teach me, too, but one lesson and they swiftly changed their minds about that. And he liked me.”

“Yeah, it was pretty awful. That was a bad year. After Cedric died, everything sort of went downhill, you know? It was like the war became something real, something that could actually hurt people I loved.” He swallowed, “I was just a kid, you know? And it felt like I had all of this pressure on me that no one understood. And I just felt really alone and isolated from everyone else, like sometimes it was like I was watching everything through a window. People would laugh and talk and I just felt angry. All the time. For no reason at all. And some people wanted to treat me like a child, because I was one, but I didn’t feel like I should be treated like one. He was in my head, and I was the one who saw him when he came back, I was the one he was after, and people were dying. For me. And I just hated that. I hated all of it.”

The room was quiet and Harry glanced over at Malfoy, who was staring at him calculatingly. “That was sixth year for me,” he said, surprising Harry with his honesty. “Not the bit about Voldemort, although he was living in my house and I, too, had to learn occlumency. But realizing the actuality of the war that was brewing, seeing the effects first hand. My friends didn’t really get it, not even the ones whose parents were supporters of Voldemort, he didn’t live with them, he didn’t torture people in their homes. Their parents were similar to mine, I think, but no one like my Aunt Bellatrix, no one in appearance like Severus, who was my godfather. School seemed so pointless. Everything seemed pointless. I was going to fail and then I’d be killed along with my mother,” he shrugged helplessly. “I was angry and trapped and I felt like there was no way out.”

Harry was quiet for a moment then he asked, “Do you ever think about how crazy our school was?”

Malfoy let out an undignified snort at the question.

“Seriously!” Harry said. “If I were a parent, I’d never send my child to the Hogwarts I went to. I mean, maybe now with Minerva in charge and with people in the Ministry who actually understand the way children learn pushing for solid education reform. But the Hogwarts we went to? No bloody chance. They had us wandering around looking for some dark being who was killing unicorns when we were eleven, Malfoy. Eleven. That was fucking Voldemort that we stumbled across that night, by the way. Two children, wandering around in what is literally called the forbidden forest at night with no adult.”

Malfoy's open laughter made the corners of Harry’s lips tilt up at the sound, so he continued.

“Not to mention our teacher had, you know, Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head. Then second year, children are getting petrified left and right, they hired a complete sham of a teacher who set pixies on students and who was completely incapable of teaching anything. I mean, shouldn’t there have been some practical aspect of his interview where he had to demonstrate some skill?”

Malfoy was chortling, his cheeks pink, “You’re right, that is awful.”

“Like they were debating closing Hogwarts, but I would have marched my child straight home the moment someone ended up petrified and not returned them to the school until the damn basilisk was killed. Then third year, parading in a bunch of bloody dementors-” Harry started.

“Well, you were more strangely affected by them than most.”

“I had two souls living inside of me,” Harry replied and Malfoy let out a surprise bark of laughter. “I'm sure they thought I was a complete freak. Regardless, they’re dementors around children and teenagers who are already hormonal,” Malfoy started laughing again at this, “It can’t have made hormones any better.”

“And fourth year with the triwizard tournament,” Harry said. “Are you kidding me? I would never let my child participate in something like that. Who makes children try to steal eggs from a dragon? Or throws them into a lake with mermaids and a giant squid? Who sends children into a maze packed with all sorts of terrifying things all alone?” Malfoy just shook his head at him. “I mean, a child died.” Harry said and at that, Malfoy frowned. “Literally died. And granted they couldn’t have known that the cup could have been switched for a portkey but surely someone should have seen the signs that that man was not Alastor Moody.

“I would have thrown a hissy fit about Umbridge being placed in the school,” Harry continued. “She blatantly abused her power and abused children. Everything was in chaos by the end of the year.” He rubbed his forehead, “I mean, I wasn’t raised in a magical household so maybe wizarding families just always expect this crazy stuff?”

Malfoy shook his head, “No. There were plenty of times in the early years when my parents talked about sending me to a different school. We have family who go to Beauxbaton, so they often talked about sending me there instead.”

“So I’m not crazy.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” Malfoy replied with a smirk. Then he added, “And you got into more trouble than everyone else.”

“But I only mentioned things that affected all of the students! I did plenty of stupid things on my own, admittedly, but there were a vast array of things beyond my control that were not well thought through by adults in power.”

“What can I say, Potter, when you’re right, you’re-”

He was cut off by a knock on the door and Helena coming in.

“You have the worst timing,” Harry teased her with a smile, “He was just about to tell me that I was right.”

“Oh, shut up, Potter,” Malfoy replied without any bite in his tone.

“Well, you two seem to be in fine spirits today,” she commented as she leaned against the doorframe.

“Malfoy made waffles for breakfast.”

“I will hex you, Potter.”

“Oooh!” Helena crowed, crowding into the office and sitting on the corner of Harry’s desk, as though readying herself for prime gossip. “Spill! Did you sleep together? Why was he making breakfast?”

Malfoy groaned, “Do you see what you’ve started?” he asked Harry. “No,” he said firmly in response to Helena’s question. “We live together because we are mandated to until we pass our compatibility tests and Potter got stupidly drunk last night and forgot that we are wizards who can take potions to get rid of hangovers before they even happen. Waffles are the best thing to absorb alcohol out of a stomach.”

“You’re sweet, Auror Malfoy,” she said, obviously quite smitten.

“Draco,” Malfoy corrected as Harry said, “That’s what I said.”

Malfoy sent a mild stinging hex at him and Harry laughed.

“He’s a keeper, Harry,” Helena said with a wink at Malfoy. “Don’t mess this one up.”

“Why is it everyone always assumes I’m the screw up?” Harry whinged and Malfoy smirked at him.

“Because, Potter, I am easy to work with.”

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Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

#drarry #slow burn #getting along #getting to know each other #auror partners #auror harry #auror draco #teasing #bickering #making it work fic

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lunaetis · 4 months ago

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@lightcreators asked :

Draco vc: listen Eden as much I'm appreciate the biting part 😳 I'm not wild. I want it gentle. Yep I understand myself my own innuendos 😂 *confused frozen red face * (have an combo on your ask answering to your comment lmao)

bite my muses || always accepting

─「エデン」─ the way he was reasoning with her when she had teased him with the offer to BITE into her skin anywhere he would like drew a tender smile to the TRAILBLAZER's lips. he was forward in things he was passionate about, and bashful on the display of affection and physical touches. she didn't think she was going that far with the light smirk and a bit of a tilt of head to show her a softer part of her neck, but seeing how FLUSTERED he was just from it ? it was feeding her more mischievous side.

" so, not wild, but gentle, huh. " the STELLARON VESSEL enunciated the two words on purpose, playful smirk lingering on her lips as she took a step closer with her hands linked behind her back. tilting her head, she watched him going redder with each second passed. was she enjoying his reaction ? oh, very much so.

gloved digits reached out to carefully brush his blonde locks from his face, smoothly gliding down to caress down the line of his neck, lingering at the area where his neck met his shoulder. " then — " leaning in, she exhaled warmly against his skin, smile deepening when he shuddered. eden pressed her lips to the back of his ear, barely making contact but letting her voice echo close to it. " — if i promised to be gentle, you'd let me bite, yes ? "

#lightcreators #.answered #.[ eden | trailblazer ]#.[ won't let your light flicker out in the endless darkness: draco & eden ]#[ HJKHKLJKL EDEN IS TOTALLY IN TEASING MODE HERE #you can imagine her ears & tail perking but instead of a pup it's like a cat managing to catch her prey HJKHLKHK #sHE THINKS HE'S CUTE WHEN HE'S FLUSTERED #SO SHE CAN'T HELP TOYING WITH HIM #tho she's teasing she really would bite so HJKLJKH YUP ... ]

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blackcathjp · 6 months ago

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self-arrogant and pathetic top draco begging to fuck harry... he jokingly flirts but secretly really wants harry. a loser top who doesn't know what to do with his attraction so he channels his inner douchery, saying stuff like "where's my hug at?", "OOOH you sooo want me ;)" boldly asks when they'll fuck every 2 weeks, only to go WOAH... WAIT A MINUTE?!? 😳 when harry finally agrees. lives in a state of horny confused denial. all bark, no bite. talks up a big game but can't deliver.

feisty hot and cold harry who sometimes indulges the teasing, but dreads seeing draco since he always yaps nonsense. usually rolls his eyes or ignores him. would angrily yell, "as if i'd let you fuck me, you wanker!" yet, he goes home and thinks about it. a lot. like putting draco on his knees, making him suck his cock or eat his arse. imagines teaching draco how to fuck him best. draco is annoying, yet harry craves his presence and his flirtatious touches - curse his stupid stupid heart and stupid stupid cock!!

so... mean (kinda dom) bottom harry and service top draco... MMMHH

** short blurb below **

draco obediently sits on the floor, confused and horny, staring up at harry while his hands clutch his arse. despite the supposed obedience, he still mouths off smugly, "come on potter, let me show you how good malfoy cock is-"

only for harry to shove a thumb into his mouth, sinking down on his cock. draco groans loudly, overwhelmed by the tight heat but even more by the glorious, powerful vision of harry potter above him, looking down at him with disdain, indifference, annoyance, and most of all, arousal. he shouldn't be that turned on by harry looking at him like a pathetic toy that he's going to use. it feels so wrong... yet so good.

harry leans down, nipping at his jaw. "this is the only way to shut you up, hmm?" he tugs draco's mouth open, slipping in two fingers next to his thumb, then licking his stretched mouth. draco whimpers, shuddering when harry whispers across his lips, "fuck me as good as you say you can."

#the dynamic is kinda like faithwood's “the ties that bind us” and zombu's drarry #this dlm radiates ick energy but gets humbled. should not put his dick in dangerous harry but he wants to.#drarry are both stuck in a silly cycle of delusion and denial #draco desperately wants a kiss but won't ask. harry knows but he's a mean tease. not a single kiss.#draco learns 'where's my hug at?' by watching muggle teen boys during his probation... it's atrocious #drarry #dmhp #writing #harry potter #draco malfoy #bottom harry potter #top draco malfoy #service top draco

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nobodybutapathetic · 2 years ago

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What A Naughty Student

pairing: Professor Draco x student Y/N

Summary: Y/N coming back to his office after “accidentally” spilling a poly juice potion on her friend to get detention !Warning!:

SMUT WARNING SO PEOPLE WHO DO NOT LIKE THESE FURTHER CONTENT OF MINE, PLEASE LEAVE.

A/N: Here it is! The part 2 of Professor Draco! (But You’re My Professor) Hope you all enjoy!

“Y/N, tell me the truth. What did you do in professor Malfoy’s office during feast?” Your friend asked you.

“How did you know about that?” You asked in shock. You suddenly becoming nervous as your friend smirks.

“He fucked you, didn’t he?” She starts inserting her index finger with the hole she has formed with her other hand, thumb and index finger.

”Stop with the hand gesturing, Y/FN.” You whispered through gritted teeth which made her snicker.

You only stared at Professor Malfoy, who was holding the potions book whilst grabbing on his desk for support. You only thought of what you’ve both done yesterday. You still felt something after that. But you had the greatest idea.

You grabbed a potion tube then added the poly juice potion you had in your cauldron then tapped your friend’s shoulder.

“What is it now?” She asked, annoyed.

“Could you pass me that please.” You pointed at one ingredient on the shelve and she nodded.

When your friend came back, you hid the ingredient and spilled it on her which made her turn into a rat.

“OH SHIT!” You cursed out loud, hoping that Professor Malfoy would notice which, of course, happened.

“MS. Y/LN! LOOK AT THE MESS YOU HAVE DONE! THIS IS SO IMMATURE OF YOU TO DO SO AND YOU SEEM TO BE OKAY WITH THE DAMAGE? 10 MINUTE DETENTION FOR YOU.” Professor Malfoy yelled which made you give him a “sad” expression on your face but on the inside, you were happy and excited.

He just sighed and took your friend who was a rat and placed them inside a cage.

He continued the lesson until the bell rang. Finally. The moment you’ve been waiting for.

All the student stood up from their seats as you distract yourself, pretending you were “busy” with something on one of your books.

When you heard that everyone was left, you gulped.

“If you think that you’d leave, you cannot. You shall not forget the huge damage you’ve caused to one of your friends. I told one of your classmates to look after her while she’s at this situation but I’ll cure her later.” Professor Malfoy says as he looks up from his book and you do too.

You were really excited. Your heart was pounding really fast, this is finally it.

“Oh really?” You slammed your book onto your table, smirking as you start unzipping your skirt which fell onto the ground, only leaving you in your underwear.

“Now is not that time for that, hm? But, since you were such a naughty student, I believe you deserve a punishment.”He licked his lips as he moves his desk aside, giving you space as he spreads his legs, only to reveal his bulge.

“Oh well I believe I do deserve a punishment. Do anything to pleasure me and I’ll be your good girl.” You said, removing your blouse and bra as you sit on his lap.

“Good girl, hm? Well, it seems like my going to be good girl has forgotten about the situation that she has put herself in after doing something horribly wrong to her own friend.” He whispered then trailed his hands all over your body, even your chest.

“Stop with the teasing, Professor Malfoy. Just fuck me!” You begged which made him scoff.

“Don’t call me that now. Too academic. Just call me Draco. I’ll be fine with that. Especially when you moan it out.” He then stood up to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants along with his boxers, you looking at his huge length.

“Oh Merlin.. I do not know how to handle such..” You were speechless until he pushed you down causing you to be on your knees, you facing his member directly.

“If you wanna be my good girl, suck my dick and I’ll try accepting it.” He smirked as you nodded.

You grabbed his member then inserted it into your mouth. When you did, you started sucking on it slowly then it suddenly became faster.

He grabbed your hair into a pony tail as he grunts and moans in pleasure, you looked up at him which made you blush.

You then started taking his member a bit more which cause you to gag, tears rolling down your face as you kept sucking his dick.

You felt liquid rolling down your throat, indicating that he came.

You then felt your hair being pulled, knowing the meaning to stop which made you flinch.

Professor Malfoy suddenly grabbed his bag, and clothes then apperating somewhere you don’t know.

You found it suspicious so you grabbed your clothes and hid behind the blackboard until you heard the door flung open, students running and chattering.

“Oh shit.. How the hell can I escape now?” You questioned as you decided to wait for Professor Malfoy to enter inside.

Since then, you still can’t remove the thought of what you’ve done to your own Professor.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco #draco x y/n #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco x reader #professor draco #Smut #Tease #smut #dracomalfoy #harry potter

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ofcourseitsafurry · 1 year ago

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The(3)main player characters

Aka my main monster prom OC and his friends along with their drinks to help describe their personalities or aesthetics

First Sparkles Glowbright,ex-prince of Villa of Monocerotem, a very magical adept White Unicorn

Sparkles is my main monster prom oc. He's calm, collected, and goes with the flow(Yes, like Brian.)Unlike Brian, he's more energetic, he enjoys dancing, walking, and magic tricks with physical requirements. He's also much more thoughtful than most of the monsters in Spooky High, resorting to murder less, more education-focused, and less sexually interested preferring to take it slow. Sparkles, despite(hopefully)what a lot of future art shows isn't actually in Spooky Academy, his reason for being there along with his actual school is to be discussed later for his backstory.

Next is Draco Lung, the son of a Western fire dragon and an Eastern lightning dragon(also the brother of an Eastern water dragon).

Draco, short for Draconic, is a stereotypical greedy dragon, he doesn't steal damsels and force them to marry him as he finds that sexist and weird. Unlike Vera, Draco is lazy, stealing from shops, kingdoms, and even fountains for his fix of money obsession. (Hell, that last one was how he met Sparkles in the first place.)Another example of his laziness is his obsession with sleeping, likely due to the energy of being such a huge beast. While he isn't a complete jackass he's rude and just as quick to violence as several monsters threatening to fight someone if they annoy him enough.

Next up is Feng Xuang, a FENGHUANG not a PHOENIX or a VERMILION BIRD

Feng is the one I have the least plot thought out for. He likes astrology and astronomy due to the real-life monster corresponding to Celestial bodies and beings. He's obsessed with fire, not like just an arsonist, he likes playing with it, eating it, looking at it. Fenghuang mating rituals have two Fenghuangs doing a mating dance of death that combines both parents' personalities into one egg making Feng an orphan. He hates to be referred to as other similar mythical bird species. He's cheery and upbeat but a general everyman who enjoys preppy culture.

Last but not least, Mh'athra.Deity of Sacred Secrecy and darkness

Mh'athra is technically canon, but I'm giving her a non-canon design. Sparkles became a mortal contact for Mh'athra when he snuck into one of the cult headquarters on his way to Monstropolis and read a book that allowed it to come into the monster realm with his magic. Mh'athra is an asshole, she’s extremely dismissive of Zoe and her choice of becoming part of mortal kind, like the carnival mirror event, unlike the mirror event Mh'athra is actively cruel and even dead names Zoe while alternate Z'gord is dismissive but tries to talk her into rejoining her "purpose." While it's evil, it's not actively malicious, not currently into recreating the Nothingness.

#Monster roadtrip #Monster prom #monster prom oc #tw deadnaming #(Mention but still)#Fun facts!#Sparkles is Pan(his mane colors out of universe is intentional but in-universe its the natural mane colors)#His story is connected with the Vanderbilts #It will have some Miranda slander(I don't love the character)but it won't just be blind hate #He has practiced several spells(which is common for his species)and knows a lot of attack spells #Yes he was inspired by Whiskey #If they met Whiskey would act as the teasing older brother even though they aren't actually related #Draco's color scheme is based of of Maleficent and his mother is a completely unsubtle expy of her #He can spit out both fire and some electricity #So I know there's a dragon in the modtool of the game that's apparently canon #So some of you may wonder why she's humanoid while he's completely animal like?#Fuck you that's why #(I don't know how to draw humans)#Feng is completely immune to fire damage so the dumpster fire one is non canon(but still funny)#Mh'athra can change change her number of eyes to the pictures shown #The first one is inspired by COTL while the second one comes from the cultist's mask during the dinest event #(Also I know the perspective in the darkest timeline looks awful. I'm sorry)

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nightcovefox · 6 days ago

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I find Draco face priceless when he sees Dolos mech! He was like “THAT LITTLE NODDY MADE A TALL ASS MECH?! THAT THING IS LIKE 8 FEET TALL-”

“11.. Feet Tall.. bulldog.” Dolos corrected him.

“YEAH?! 11— HEH?!” Draco choked on his own spit. Dolos smirks and leaves.

“HEY!!! COTTON BALL!!”

I love their dynamic~

#nightcovefox rambles #I need to draw more of those two together #Rn I’m writing a fic that Dolos loves to tease Draco on his crush #Childish Ik #But Dolos finds Draco's facial expressions priceless~

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ricihh · 18 days ago

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Femdom!!!!

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Draco/Melodie

Main Tags: Oneshot, Smut, PWP, Kinktober, Dacryphilia, Femdom, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Piercings, Cock Piercings, Teasing, Overstimulation, Crying, Men Crying, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Kink Discovery, Fuckbuddies

Warnings: None!

Summary: Melodie discovers something new about herself during her fun little time in Draco's dressing room.

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nottsbitch · 2 months ago

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slytherin boy porn links

18+ this contains mature content. MDNI.

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theo nott

theo fingering you while fucking you

after theo showed up to the library because you told him you were busy studying

trying to stay quiet while the rest of the boys are asleep

soft and slow sex with theo

matteo riddle

riding matteo

after class with matteo

matteo finishing on you after putting in only the tip

matteo letting you use him

lorenzo berkshire

telling enzo that he can’t put it in

you and enzo during movie night

enzo taking his time with you

enzo teasing you

tom riddle

your first time with tom you only let him put the tip in

riding tom’s face

tom chocking you while rubbing your clit

you on top

draco malfoy

riding draco’s face

after class with draco

using his fingers then sucking him off

draco fucking you in missionary

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#harry potter #theo nott #matteo riddle #slytherin boys #tom riddle #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire #slytherin #slytherin boys smut #p links

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slytherinslut0 · 1 year ago

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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons

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

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

Draco Malfoy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blaise Zabini.

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

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

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

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

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

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

If anything, it intensified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You better stop.”

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

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

Lorenzo Berkshire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mattheo Riddle.

Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theodore Nott.

You were fucking bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.

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

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

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

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

“You…you, and you again…”

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

Tom Riddle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lunaetis · 10 months ago

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draco matching her good (re-send because realize i can sent it in ask)

are you eden's type ? || no longer accepting

─「エデン」─ when the paper was passed over to her, the TRAILBLAZER couldn't help wearing a rather amused grin upon her lips. one, she was surprised that he participated in the first place, and two, he certainly ticked quite a number of boxes here, didn't he ? gloved digits twirled the bingo in her hand, letting out a soft chuckle. an adoring one.

" so, you're willing to spoil me, is that what you're saying, draco ? " her smile only widened as she stepped closer to him, gloved index counting the number on the sheet. " that's seven bingo, and you only missed three. not a fan of dogs, though ? " yet, he was willing to indulge her with pets and attention, that was all she needed to know. tucking the paper into her jacket, she leaned a little closer, close enough that her amber optics could look deep into his grey ones. eden tilted her head, her smile softened.

" beautiful eyes, indeed. "

▸▸ [ @lightcreators ]

#lightcreators #.answered #.answered meme #.[ won't let your light flicker out in the endless darkness: draco & eden ]#[ replying to this MONTHS LATER SORRY FOR THE LATENESS #eden in a forward / flirty mood & being all forward with him hjkljkhjkl #dON'T TEASE THE GUY EDEN #in her defense she does think his eyes are beautiful tho u vu ]

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rafesslxt · 6 months ago

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✧.* 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

જ⁀➴ your best friends get a hint of how sexually frustrated you are and offer their help

: ̗̀➛ nsfw, smut, teasing, making out, nicknames, cheating with Tom, fingering, oral on female, p in v unprotected, nipple sucking

「 ✦ Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Enzo, Draco, Pansy ✦ 」

Mattheo:

❥ It didn‘t took him long to notice something‘s wrong. You two sit together in potions, currently making a new potion. Normally you two would laugh and banter all the time, teasing each other but you were so quiet today and didn‘t even look at him

❥ "Y/n, is everything alright?" he asks and puts his hand on your shoulder, drawing a little whine from you. His eyebrows knitted and he took a step back, scanning you whole. He just then noticed your flushed cheeks, flustered expression, your thighs pressed together and your bottom lip between your teeth. You were turned on.

❥ He wanted to test his theory a little and started to prepare the ingredients for the potion in front of you two. He flexed his arms a little, knowing you liked his hands because you once told him when you two were drunk. He saw your hungry gaze at his hands, making him smile to himself.

❥ "Here, chop up the root. Can you do that for me, doll?" He softly breathed against your face, coming dangerous close to you. The nickname gave you visible shiver‘s, just feeding right into his ego. He had a crush on you since forever but never actually had the balls to tell you.

❥ After class was over and you guys were free he pulled you with him to his dorm. "M-mattheo what are you doing?" you wondered but followed him. He closed the door behind you and grabbed you by your hips, pushing you against the door. A gasp left your lips and you looked at him like a deer in the lights.

❥ "Care to tell me why you‘re so .. on edge?" Thats when you finally let everything out. You broke up with your boyfriend and the reason was simple: He couldn't fuck. Mattheo had to hold back a laugh at your outburst of emotions. "It's not funny! It's so frustrating you can't even imagine!"

❥ "Want me to help you? You know.. like a best friend would." he offers you with a smug smirk on his face. You thought he was joking until he had you trembling and shaking under him. He hit every corner and touched every part of your skin that was untouched by your ex-boyfriend. "What are friends for huh?" he moaned when you clenched around him, your nails digging into his back when your orgasm came nearer. Let's just say, you never ever had to fear bad sex again.

Tom Riddle:

❥ You and your best friend Tom sat together in the library when no one was there anymore, thank‘s to Tom‘s charm and good reputation. It all started with your leg bouncing the whole time until Tom send you an annoyed glare which made you stop immediately.

❥ But it continued with your sighing. It got so distracting that at one point Tom slapped his book down onto the table so hard that you flinched. "Please tell me why you‘re sighing like a hurt puppy the whole damn time."

❥ You really considered telling him but you were kind of shy when talking about things like that. On top if that Tom already hated your boyfriend and you didn‘t want to give him another reason to add to the list. "Nothing, just.. tired."

❥ Tired my ass was what Tom thought. He knew you were lying so he had to try a different way. It didn‘t took him long to get inside your head with his new found skill ' Legilimency'

❥ "He told you what?!" Tom suddenly shouts at you. "What?" you asked him confused. "He told you that when you asked him for some foreplay?" He didn‘t even tried to hide the fact that he read your mind. "Tom! Stop going through my head all the damn time!" "Did he seriously tell you it‘s not worth the time?"

❥ He scoffs when you tell him the whole thing that happened with your boyfriend. "No wonder you‘re that sexually frustrated." "Excuse me?" "Come on. All the sighing and leg bouncing the whole time? Your body needs release." He said in a monotone voice like he talked about the weather. "Well – it‘s not that easy Tom." "It is. Let me help you."

❥ Since he could read your mind it made no sense to even try and deny the excitement that went through your body at his offer. He had you laying all spread out for him on the library desk in front of him. Books and notes all over the place and even floor. Your skirt got pushed up to your stomach and his fingers skillfully played with your throbbing clit.

❥ "Look at that. How could this not be worth anyone‘s time hm?" Tom muttered while sucking on your nipples, switching every minute between them while pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit until you came around his digits. And that waw just the beginning of a whole night of foreplay.

Theodore Nott:

❥ That‘s exactly how your best friend looks at you when he overhears you talking to Pansy, telling her, you haven‘t slept with someone in so long that you would do abything for dick now. Obviously it was a joke. But obviously Theo wouldn’t be Theo If he didn‘t already formed a plan in his head.

❥ Teasing was the keyword. And patience. Theo‘s plan was to tease you little by little over days to get a reaction out of you.

❥ First day he brushed past you every here and there with his hips pushing slightly against you and his hands on your hips. It made your whole head spin and you tried to calm down, seeing him smiling at you innocently.

❥ The second day was just as simple. The whole day he whispered into your ear, laughing, joking, asking things about the class you two were having right now. And with every whisper he brushed his lips against your ear lobe or shell, his warm breath hitting your skin and leaving goosebumps behind.

❥ On the third day he got a bit bolder. When you started bouncing your leg or fidgeting with your fingers, he would put his hand on your thigh. High. He said "It‘s to calm you down a little bit cara mia." His big hands squeezing your flesh and his fingers stroking your desperate skin.

❥ Day four you and all your friends sat in the common room on the couch by the fireplace. You sat next to Theo of course, sharing a blanket since it‘s cold due the late night. At some point he had you leaning against his chest with his arms around you. While you lazily listened to Draco telling ya‘ll a story, Theo‘s finger started to dance over your slighty exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt mist have rosen up a little under the blanket. You sucked in a breath, trying not to melt right there in front of everyone.

❥ Day five and six were the hardest because he completely neglected you. He talked to you but never stood beside you or sat next to you in class or lunch. It drove you literally crazy. Why would he do this to you? He didn‘t even hug you. But you also couldn‘t ask him because how would that sound? 'Hey Theo why don‘t you touch me anymore?' No thanks.

❥ Day seven was when you actually broke. "Theo, we need to talk, please." You practically dragged him away from the rest of your friends to your‘s and Pansy‘s room. "How can I help you principessa?" he asked with a smug smile on his face. "Touch me." was all you blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked surprised at you. "What?" "Touch me Theo, please. I - I can‘t concentrate anymore when you‘re not near me."

❥ Well – what was supposed to be innocent touching and stroking, ended with you on your belly on your bed with Theo behind you, pounding his cock into your pussy. "Everytime from now on that you feel like this, you come to me, capito?"

Lorenzo Berkshire:

❥ You and Enzo were best friends since you could remember. You two have gone through everything together. Break-up‘s, first heartbreak, fighting with parents, puberty, seeing each other naked by accident, literally everything.

❥ You two were so close that nobody even questioned it when you were cuddling under a blanket in the common room late at night while your friends talked about how unfair the quidditch game today was.

❥ "Did you use that peach-shampoo again?" he whispered into your ear when you layed down on his chest and your hair was right under his nose. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, knowing it was his favorite. He sighs when he inhales it and wraps his arms around you, his fingers playing with the hem of your little crop top.

❥ Enzo was so concentrated at sonething Theodore told the group, that he didn‘t notice how he started to play with the top of her skirt, his fingers gliding under it so innocently. When you noticed you stopped breathing for a second, glanzing up at your best friend who didn‘t seem to notice what he was doing.

❥ At first it was okay but after ten more minutes, you felt yourself getting restless in his arms and shifted every now and then in his lap. You felt yourself get slowly turned on from his little touch. With his second hand he started to stroke your thigh mindlessly, not realizing how your cheeks started to get red and your pussy wet. You pressed your lips together.

❥ Then it happened. Your hips grinded against his lap out of the pleasure and desperation you felt. He froze immediately and stopped moving his hands and fingers. He gulped and looked down at you, your heavy eyes already looking up at him when you grinded against him again boldly.

❥ He swallowed down a moan when your ass grinded against his crotch. "What are you doing baby?" The nickname send shivers down your spine together with his raspy voice against your ear. "I think – I think I need out friendship to go to the next level." You breathed out. You saw him biting his lips when his hands startet moving again. One hand continueing massaging your thigh while the other slipped down into your underwear and went straight to your slick folds.

❥ "Shit you‘re soaked." he breathed when he dipped his finger into your wet pussy, teasing your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked up and you tried to be as quiete as possible so your friends around you wouldn‘t notice. Right when you were about to come around his fingers, he pulled them away, your eyes going wide.

❥ You glared up at him with a desperate look in your eyes and rosy cheeks. He licked his fingers clean when no one watched and smirked down at you. "Don‘t worry baby, you‘re gonna come around something way bigger."

Draco Malfoy:

❥ "Draco?" "Yes, y/n?" You currently were in his room at the malfoy manor due holiday‘s and since his parents really liked you – good reputation and behavior, pure blood family and a lot of money – they never had a problem with you over. The complete opposite was the case. They often hoped you two would be more than best friends some day.

❥ "Can you remember when you told me you would do anything for me?" You asked him with your voice cute and hopeful. "No.. but go on." You roll your eyes at his answer but go on like he said.

❥ "Well, there is something that you could do for me that I think you would enjoy too." you said carefully. His eyebrows rose up and he looked at you curious now. "Oh yeah and what would that be, doll?" That‘s the nickname he used on you everytime you asked him for a favor.

❥ Now or never, right? "I - I want you.. tofuckme." His eyes go wide and his jaw fell to the floor. "What did you just say?" he asks slowly, not sure If he understood right. "I said Iwantyoutofuckme." He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your chin. "Y/n.. tell me slowly what you said or I swear – " "I want you to fuck me, Draco."

❥ His lips crashed into yours just a second later, pushing you down on his bed. You kissed him vack, more confused than he was. "Are you- aren‘t you gonna ask why I want this so suddenly?" you gasp when he starts sucking on your neck and his fingers already opening your jeans.

❥ "Fuck no, you can tell me afterwards. I don‘t care." he breathes before he throws all of your clothes all over his room and fucks you into his mattress for the whole night.

❥ After you two were done he pulled you against his chest, still breathing heavily. "And? What was the reason?" he asked out of breath. "Well uh – I broke up with Colin. He just couldn‘t make me happy in and outside the bedroom so .. I wanted to ask you to help me since ai felt so.. worked up." He chuckled deeply and pulled you even closer. "Told you he‘s a loser.." you roll your eyes at his comment. "You‘re mine bow, hope you know that."

Pansy Parkinson:

❥ "Pansy, can I ask you something?" you asked your best friend. You two shared a dorm together and sat currently in front of the tv you had bought for the two if you. Her new favorite show "baby" was playing. It was a italian show and she loved learning new languages. "Of course, what‘s wrong?" "Why has something to be wrong?" "Y/n.. you never ask to ask something.. only when something is wrong."

❥ You had to smile a little at her answer and rolled your eyes playfully. "Since you‘re sleeping with boys and girls.. I wanted to ask you.. do you enjoy going down on girls?" Pansy looks at you surprised. "Why are you asking me that? This isn‘t coming from no where."

❥ I sigh and look at my hands. "Uhm – Brody said he doesn‘t like it and it .. freaks him out." I tell her what my boyfriend told me. Her eyes go wide and she almost shouts at me, "He said what?!" "Can you please just answer me Pansy?"

❥ She sighs and looks at my fidgety hands. "Of course I enjoy it and what kind of man is he that he says something like that to you?" "Is it possible that maybe it‘s.. me? That something is wrong with me and not him? Maybe it looks weird or-" "Y/n stop. I promise you nothing is wrong with you love."

❥ "But you can‘t know that Pans.." "Do you want to try?" Now you are the one who looks at her in shock. "You would ?" "Yeah but only If you‘re comfortable with it of course. I know that you only have been with boys." Your cheeks heated up a little at the thought of doing something so intimate with your best friend. You two have talked about that one time and Pansy knew how open you were to trying it someday with a woman too.

❥ Let‘s just say from there on you never questioned yourself again. "Pansy I - that‘s do good." You let out a whinper, your habds going through her hair. "Hmm such a pretty girl. You‘re doing so good love." She praised you, smiling to herself. She would have a lot of fun with you in the future.

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