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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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Oversized Hoodie

It wasn't fair.

Harry had no defense. There was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable tide of emotions rising in his chest and stomach.

The urge to squish, and touch, and hold was too overwhelming for him to do anything other than stare.

Draco Malfoy was already more adorable than Harry could stand most days and the sight of him curled up on the end of the couch in the 8th year common room, dozing in an oversized hoodie that almost reached his knees was just too much.

The books in his arms clattered to the floor and Draco's head snapped up, "I'm awake!" he blurted, "Potions exam!" Then he blinked blearily up at Harry, "What?" he asked dazedly.

"Sorry," Harry said, licking his lips. Then instead of making up a lie, his mouth overrode his brain and he blurted, "You just look so cute.”

"I-"

"Sorry," he blurted, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Draco smiled, slow and soft, “say you’re not a dream.”

He huffed a laugh, “if I was a dream, I think that I’d be a little less of a mess,” he said, gesturing to his school supplies scattered across the floor.

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re usually a bit of a mess in my dreams,” he replied. “It’s rather adorable, if I’m being honest.”

Harry laughed and shook his head, “what else am I like in your dreams?”

He tilted his head in a way that vaguely reminded Harry of Luna in an endearing sort of way. “Usually flirting with me badly and teasing me, but in a charming way.”

“Are you sure you’re not confusing your dreams with real life?” Harry asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Draco laughed, a soft, little giggle. “You don’t flirt with me.”

“Not well, anyway,” Harry grumbled.

“Do you know what you don’t ever actually do in my dreams?” he asked, looking up at Harry under his eyelashes.

“What?”

“You never kiss me,” he said. “Sometimes you come close but,” he shrugged, “I always wake up.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, heart thundering like mad in his chest.

Draco nodded, eyes drifting shut.

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, leaning down and touching his lips to Draco’s, just a soft press that left his body reeling.

Gasping, Draco reached up and cupped Harry’s cheeks, fingers still swallowed up by the sweatshirt and pressed their lips together again. “You’re still here,” Draco murmured against his lips.

Harry nodded, mouth brushing over Draco’s, noses bumping softly together. “Told you I was real.” He opened his eyes to find Draco already looking at him, blinking like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"Well," he said. "If that's the case, and if you want to, why don't you come sit on the sofa with me and kiss me some more."

He laughed, breathless and a little disbelieving as he crawled onto the sofa next to Draco and kissed him again, lips trailing over the other boy's softly as they explored each other's mouths, their hands lighting on one another's shoulders, waists, necks, and cheeks.

They kissed until the door to the common room banged open and a group of students came crashing in. There was a long pause where it felt like all of the sound had been sucked out of the room. Draco looked at Harry and Harry looked at Draco, and they could feel the weight of everyone else's eyes on them.

And then all of the noise rushed in and the students who'd been entering began cheering and shouting, and Harry watched, completely besotted, as Draco's cheeks flushed crimson and he smiled bashfully at Harry and the other students.

"I like you," Harry whispered when all of the noise died down and the other students started to head off to their dorms, gently teasing the two of them.

Draco grinned, "I like you too," he said before he started yawning.

After a long moment of staring at a very sleepy looking Draco he spoke again. "You should go to bed," Harry said, bumping their noses together.

"Come see me in the morning?" he asked softly.

Harry nodded, "Yeah. Of course."

"I'll probably think it was a dream," Draco said as he moved back so he could stand without bumping Harry over.

He laughed, "It's not, I promise," he said, standing too and taking Draco's hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Can I walk you to your room."

"What a gentleman," Draco teased, but he was grinning widely at Harry, looking as besotted as Harry felt.

He walked him up the staircase and stopped outside of Draco's door, "Sweet dreams."

Draco leaned in and kissed his cheek, "they're always sweet when they're of you."

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ghaniblue · 1 year

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Thank you @kbrick for the tag and the list of amazing scenes. My tbr list just grew.

Rules: pick any ten seven fics, select some smut or pre-smut dialogue, and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, feel free to share anyway!

I haven't written enough smutty fics to fill up the quota so you get two scenes from the werewolf fic. I stand behind everything I wrote for HP and Teen Wolf, but the Lotrips scene is... painful.

What did I learn through this exercise?

My stories are generally not dialogue heavy so that holds true for the sex scenes. Human was the first time where I leaned into the smut and had them barely get out of bed for the last chapter, so pre-sex banter turned into post-sex banter etc.

I like to keep my sex scenes short but impactful. I don't have strict top/bottom dynamics but I like my Harry intense but sweet in bed and I will put him on his knees if at all possible. Draco is always a bit bowled over by him and loving every second. And in het fics it's the woman in charge. First femslash fic is still a WIP.

8 scenes from 7 fics under the cut.

Human | Drarry

You found me," Draco says, awed. The black wolf, that was Harry.

"I'll always find you."

Draco's breath stutters out of him. "Harry—" He tucks Harry's arm tighter around himself, fingers closing around Harry's wrist. "Don't take this the wrong way," Draco whispers, heart beating wildly in his chest, "but you're impossible."

"What's the wrong way?" Harry asks, voice muffled in Draco's hair.

"As a compliment, obviously." Draco laughs, an incredulous sound. At this situation, this moment of lying in Harry's arms in a cave, of hearing these words out of Harry's mouth. He must be dreaming. He shakes his head. "You're hard headed like a mule, a righteous prick half the time, rash and impatient and you never fucking listen and—"

"—and," Harry whispers, pressing his face into the crock of Draco's neck, his beard scratchy against his skin.

Draco's hand clenches on Harry's arm, a tremor going through his body. He can feel the corresponding response shuddering through Harry: they are so tightly wrapped together. Draco can’t take it anymore.

He turns in Harry's arms, wriggling around until he's facing Harry. Harry's glasses are gone and his eyes are impossibly green and unguarded. Draco never noticed how long his eyelashes are. Harry's cheek is burning when Draco touches his face. Draco brushes his thumb along Harry's high cheekbone and cradles his dearly beloved face in the palm of his hand.

Harry tilts his head into the caress, his eyes falling closed. Draco's thumb brushes gently, so gently over Harry's lips. Harry's mouth falls open on a soft exhale.

"Don't run," Draco whispers and kisses him, like he's wanted to for so long.

"Hold still," Harry says, palm spread in the small of his back and pressing down firmly.

Draco stills. "Not helping," he presses out through clenched teeth.

"Oh. You—you like that? When I—" Draco can hear Harry swallow hard, the tosser. As if he doesn't know what he's doing to Draco. As if Draco didn't roll over and let Harry put his knot in him. "Hold you down, like that?"

Draco rolls over onto his back to better glare at Harry. "Merlin, yes. I like it, alright?"

Harry ducks his head so his hair is hiding his eyes, but Draco sees the treacherous little uptick of the corner of his lips. Harry moves over Draco, biceps flexing as he holds himself up, caging him in. Draco's legs fall open instinctively, the traitors, so Harry can slide in between them and plaster himself all over Draco, his whole weight pressing Draco into the mattress.

"Don't look so smug. It's unbecoming," Draco grouses. Harry's little display isn't helping his cock staying down. Stupid Harry, with his stupid biceps and stupidly broad chest and thick thighs. Draco hates him.

Harry laughs, dragging his nose along Draco's cheek. It tickles."Says the pot to the kettle."

"I'm not smug. I'm—"

"—Entitled?"

"Hey!" Draco pinches Harry's flank in retaliation.

"A posh little git?"

Draco pinches Harry's arse, then lets his hand stay there. It's a very nice arse, a plumb firm handful from all that running.

"You can be a little smug," Harry allows. "That thing you did—with your mouth…" Harry noses into Draco's hair at the temple. "That was nice."

Draco smiles a little satisfied smile. "Liked that, did you?"

Harry ducks his head again, eyes fixed on Draco's lips. "Yes."

"You like my mouth?" Draco licks his lips, watches Harry follow the movement. Ha!

Harry's breath grows shallow, Draco's sure he can feel Harry's heartbeat drum in his own chest. "Yes."

"Kiss me," Draco says, and Harry does, eagerly.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness | Drarry

"You're going to fuck me. Is that alright?" Harry asked, crawling, prowling over Draco on hands and knees.

"I am?" Draco was glad his voice sounded steadier than he felt. Dear god.

"You are. Any objections?"

"God no."

Harry chuckled, bending down over Draco, his lips lightly brushing Draco's. "Good answer."

In the Dark | Drarry

“Let me suck you.”

The back of Draco’s head hits the wall with a moan. “Fuck, yes.”

Harry sinks to his knees in one smooth movement. Draco cards trembling fingers through Harry’s hair. Harry moves into the touch and rests there for a moment, nuzzling into the crease of Draco’s groin. “You smell good,” he breathes.

Draco’s cock jumps against Harry’s cheek. Harry makes a soft sound like a sigh and mouths at Draco’s cock through the silk of his pyjamas, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down until they pool around Draco’s feet. With one hand around Draco’s thigh, he pulls him near and closes his fingers around the base of Draco's cock. He bends his head and nuzzles at Draco’s balls. “God, you smell so good”.

Some 10 year old Teen Wolf stuff.

The One With The Twizzlers | Stiles/Danny

"You're horrible."

Stiles' shit-eating grin stretched so wide he ended up looking like a demented hedgehog. "I know," he preened, as if it was the greatest achievement of his life yet. It probably was in his head. Stiles nudged Danny's knee. "You still gonna let me suck you, right?"

And the terrible thing was that Danny was going to do just that, he was going to let Stiles put his mouth on him and slobber all over his dick because once Stiles got over his initial eager puppy reaction to being allowed to touch he was going to do his best to fry Danny's brain. He was a quick learner and thorough in his pursuit of knowledge. Danny took the bottle from Stiles' unresisting hands and dumped it on the ground where it landed with a dull thud. "Come here."

Stiles scrambled upright and pushed Danny where he wanted him, sitting on the hood with his legs dangling so Stiles could push in between them - and have room to work, quote. "Just lean back and enjoy the ride."

The Gift | Lydia/Derek/Stiles

His bare feet make a soft shuffling sound on the plush carpet as he sinks down on his knees beside her. He is naked like Derek, and she can see he is hard already. She strokes an affectionate hand through his hair and he arches into her touch easily, shamelessly. "This is Derek," she says. "He's for you."

Stiles sucks in a breath and looks up at her with wide, startled eyes. "For me?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Do you like him?"

Lydia can feel Derek exhale at that, anxious maybe, anticipating. There's a slight tremor running through Derek's frame that makes her place a soft kiss against the back of Derek's neck just above the collar. "Shh," she soothes. "You're doing so good, shh."

Paper Cuts | Derek/Allison

This time, two months later, they meet in a dilapidated house on the edge of town. She bends over the top of a worm-eaten dining table, hands curled around the edge for leverage, and Derek pushes up her skirt with rough hands. She widens her stance and arches her back, exposing herself. She's lost her panties on the way in. "Come on," she urges. "Fuck me."

He rolls on the condom and pushes his fingers into her, slicking his cock with the wetness of her cunt. He goes back for more, smearing her juices over her hole, pushing his fingers inside until she is loose and sloppy everywhere. He fucks her ass with short, sharp snaps of his hips, spreading her cheeks apart with broad palms, cramming another inch of his dick in her ass, making her clench and groan and shudder with it. "Harder," she demands between harsh, gasping breaths. "Fuck me, come on, do it."

My first Lotrips fic. This is 21 years old, and I want you to know rereading this was an altogether excruciating experience.

Reflections | Harry/Orlando, LotR RPS

"I want you to look at yourself."

Orli lifts his head, and meets Harry’s gaze in the mirror. Harry’s heart aches when he sees the pain in his lover’s eyes. He holds Orli’s gaze and says in a low voice, "You are beautiful". He catches the flicker in Orli’s eyes.

Harry touches a pale white scar across Orli’s chest. A small whimpering sound reaches Harry’s ears and almost brings him to his knees. "So beautiful," he whispers.

No pressure tagging @tackytigerfic @lqtraintracks @oknowkiss @aibidil @sleepstxtic-drarry @skeptiquewrites @lumosatnight

#acari answers #drarry #dallison #teen wolf fic #drarry fic #acari writes

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wolf! Sorry you’re facing the terrifying plight of being ~perceived~, but congrats on the milestone!! ok I would love some drarry action (you’ve got me hooked) // “who is that?” xx

Hello you! This was very fun to write. And I'm glad to have gotten you hooked to this delicious ship! Also Idk why I'm so into writing them bonking in secret but there you go <3

300-followers drabble challenge - send me a ship and a sentence/word as a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble/ficlet! Still very much accepting requests and will get through them within... er, 2 weeks or so!

“Who is that? Is that who I think it is?”

Draco keeps his back turned to Pansy and Blaise; as far as they’re concerned, he is not listening.

(He is listening very closely indeed.)

“It is, you know. I’d recognise that terrible hair anywhere. He’s wearing it in a… oh Lord. It’s so sloppy.”

Draco scoffs gently into his champagne flute.

“And those robes need hemmed. Doesn’t he have… people?”

Blaise hums. “You’d think. Say, Draco?”

Draco’s eyelashes flutter rapidly as he struggles to keep his eyeballs from rising to the ceiling, to the very heavens above and beyond it.

He turns away from the mantel he is pretending to gaze into pensively, and offers them a bland smile. “Yes?”

Blaise tilts his head in a nod, gesturing to the other side of the room where Harry Potter is currently engaged in what looks like a very awkward exchange indeed with some elderly Ministry official, who, at least, seems to be leading the majority of the conversation full of bluster and fawn.

“Potter’s here,” Blaise then says, stating the obvious.

“Yes, I see,” Draco murmurs dryly. “Thank you for pointing that out, Blaise, well remembered that I didn’t bring my monocle with me tonight.”

“Oh, Draco, you’re always so catty when you’re breathing the same air as Harry Potter,” Pansy teases huskily, tapping her fingers against the rim of her crystal glass.

Haughtily, “Technically, Pansy, we’re all breathing the same air, because we all live on the same planet, on the same realm. Unfortunately.”

“I rest my case!”

“Does he look this scruffy at work, Draco?” Blaise asks, concerned.

“How should I know, I barely look at him.”

“Quite right,” Blaise says at the same time that Pansy snorts into her drink.

Eventually, when his friends totter off in search of more alcohol, Draco spends approximately four more minutes observing the mess on the other side of the room before he decides that he simply cannot take it anymore.

It just won’t do.

“It just won’t do,” he fusses four minutes after that, now nose to nose with Potter in private.

All it had taken was a look, in the end.

Just a single meeting of eyes across the party as Draco strode out into the wide, chandelier-adorned lobby and through to the men’s on the other side of the property.

Just one look for Harry Potter to follow him like a puppy.

“I’ve told you before,” he’s saying as he smooths some of Potter’s longer strands out from his face, tucking them behind his ears and back into the bun that is not sloppy, but rather rakish, thank you very much. “That you have to warn me when you decide at the last minute to come to these things, Potter, you know that I can’t control my frien—”

Potter plops down onto the mahogany bench by the sinks and spells the doors closed, leaving them locked and alone in the room with all of its shiny white tiles and gold taps and soap that smells like eucalyptus and rosemary.

Firm hands is what it takes to shut Draco up. To silence him, as they slide underneath the opening of his robes and around.

Gripping at flesh over tailored trousers.

Draco sways forward and puts a hand on Potter’s strong shoulder for balance. He hitches a knee up onto the bench by Potter’s side.

“Your dress robes need hemmed,” Draco says faintly. “Would you like me to drop them off in the morning?”

Potter’s voice, when he finally speaks, is gruff and low and highly amused. “So it’s yours tonight then, is it?” He grins.

Draco pinches his lips together and nods shortly. In one fluid movement, Potter drags him down to sit astride his lap and he buries his face in against Draco’s neck, beard scratching at the skin between his jaw and high collar of his dress shirt.

“If it’s any consolation,” he rumbles, and Draco’s eyes fall closed at this, “I think you look good enough for the both of us.”

Draco thinks about that. “Yes,” he whispers after a beat. “Yes, okay, I’ll give you that one.”

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