#cheekytorah

[sweet-s0rr0w]

Light some candles, run a bath, and get yourself in the mood for some top quality smut, as I present... a follow up to last year's collaborative Drarry sex scene reclist! This is an all new selection of some absolutely scorching favourite smutty scenes and fics picked by an (almost) all new cast of Drarry writers, artists, reccers and fans!!!! A huge thank you to my fabulous contributors @babooshkart, @caroll-in, @citrusses, @crazybutgood, @danpuff-ao3, @emmalovesdilemmas, @epitomereally, @geesenoises, @getawayfox, @ghaniblue, @kbrick, @lettersbyelise, @makeitp1nk, maesterchill, @moonflower-rose, @mxlfoydraco, oknowkiss, @rockingrobin69, @sitp-recs, @softlystarstruck, sorrybutblog, tackytigerfic, wolfpants and @xanthippe74 (and me!)

Please mind the tags and practice DLDR as unsurprisingly these fics feature a wide variety of kinks and some are dub/non-con. Don’t forget to leave kudos!

All Drarry unless a poly ship specified!

Under 10k

🪢505 (my hands between your thighs) by @veelawings (E, 429)

🧠A Ghost of Blissful Feelings by @alpha-exodus (E, 6.2k)

💪Arms and Elbows by @sorrybutblog (E, 2.9k)

➰️Blush by @cheekytorah (E, 2.6k)

🍸Born Slippy by @dracoladon (E, 8.1k)

👠Cinderella's Return by @toxik-angel (E, 7.1k, sequel to Draco's Cinderella Moment)

❄Chrysalis by @piarelei (E, 3.6k)

🧃The Den of So-Called Iniquity by snegurochka (E, 4k)

🌳Discipline Is the Key to Success by @drarryruinedme7 (E, 7.4k, D/H/Neville)

🧼Don't Think Twice by firethesound (E, 8.5k)

🎂Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5.1k)

🍷Good Enough to Eat by @p1013 (M, 2.8k)

⌛The Great British Wank-Off by p1013 (E, 6.3k)

👊Knuckles by@shealwaysreads (E, 3.5k)

💒The Last Star Falling by @tackytigerfic (M, 1.4k)

🍎Love has left a printed trace by @maesterchill (M, 1.1k, sequel to The Odd Couple)

📏Matched Set by astolat (E, 5.8k)

🧹of course i cum fast, i've got a snitch to catch by@swoontodeath (E, 7.6k)

🥃One of Those Nights by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 7.7k)

🍒The Recondite Art of Dating Draco Malfoy by @cibeewastaken (E, 3.7k)

🌲Room To Spare by @bixgirl1 (E, 5.2k)

🏅sending my love all over you by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 4.9k)

🎁Too Busy Being Yours To Fall by @6balls (E, 7k)

🐈‍⬛️Unbuttoned by eidheann (E, 6.1k)

10-20k

🐺A Perfect Fit by nothing_left_sacred (E, 18k)

🔥Come Up for Air by @shiftylinguini (E, 13k)

🍆Endowment by @dictacontrion (E, 11k)

🧥Haute Allure by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 12k)

✨Merlin's Kitchen by @writcraft (E, 12k)

🍻Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 14k)

🤫Unpin That Spangled Breastplate by tackytigerfic (E, 18k)

✉️Yours Truly by @skeptiquex (M, 15k)

20-50k

💦Come For Me by Frayach (E, 25k)

🥭Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss (M, 35k) chapter 5

🚦For a Given Value of Normal by chickenlivesinpumpkin (E, 23k)

⛷️Historians by @oknowkiss (E, 30k)

🐍In The Company Of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (E, 25k)

🧪Keep your hands on me by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 21k)

🕺let me see you stripped (down to the bone) by lqtraintracks (E, 24k)

🖋Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

🐢Lusimeles by spqr (E, 23k)

🎩Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (E, 35k) chapter 3, chapter 7

🍫Save My Wonders by sdk (E, 21k)

🍑The Shape of Desire is Your Name by dracoismytrashson (E, 45k) chapter 5

🪙Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (E, 23k) the first sex scene, against the window

🕵‍♂️The Unspeakable by @the-sinking-ship (E, 24k)

50k+

🐉Chasing Dragons by the-sinking-ship (E, 99k) chapter 7

🧚‍♂️Every Me and Every You by bixgirl1 (E, 69k) chapter 4

🩺Foundations by saras_girl (E, 236k, sequel to Reparations) chapter 3, chapter 7

✨️Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (E, 170k) chapter 18

🐦Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w (E, 77k) chapter 11

📜tissue of silver by fearlessdiva (E, 76k) the alley scene in chapter 38

[sitp-recs]

hi liv!! <3 recently ive been very into harry/george, i was wondering if you had any recs for that? thank you so much, i hope you have a great day xoxoxo

I got you, anon! Writcraft sold me on this ship back in 2020 and I’ve been slowly making my way through their tag since then. Such a great rare pair! Here are some recs for you, enjoy :)

Stepping Out by Alisanne (T, 900 words)

Harry is sent to talk to George.

After Hours by torino10154 (E, 1k)

Harry stayed behind with George to help tidy up the shop and, after a bottle of Wicked Witch of Western Wales Wine, well, one thing led to another.

Highland Fling by sliebman10 (E, 1.5k)

While on holiday, Harry and George decide to try on kilts. They are very taken with the different look, and one thing leads to another.

Maybe by Vorabiza (T, 5k)

George and Harry need some time alone to heal, but being alone together opens up new possibilities.

See You Next Week by TwoAces (NR, 5k)

George is struggling to cope with the death of his twin, and Harry just wants to get through to him. He doesn't realize quite how torn up he is, himself, though, and through their attempts to heal each other they discover they are very much in love.

Tell Me (We Belong Together) by Maggs0607 (M, 6k)

Harry isn't sure when or how it happened, but one day he looks around the Burrow table and realises that in the three years after War, George Weasley has become his best friend.

Just Like You by @wynnefic (E, 9k)

Of friendship, grief, and getting it on with a polyjuice version of your deceased loved ones. (Polyjuice: Fred/George and Harry/Sirius). Cw: incest

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft (E, 10k)

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

Two out of Three by @wynnefic (T, 15k)

A few years after the war, Harry thinks he has the ideal life. He's working his way up to his ideal job, he's still together with his Hogwarts sweetheart, he's got a couple of great friends, and he's love potioned to the gills.

Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (T, 23k)

Harry asks George to the Yule Ball because it’ll be a laugh and he’s in dire need of one of those. If George can continue to keep his crush under wraps it should all go swimmingly.

May Contain Nuts by scoradh (E, 32k)

After Voldemort is defeated, the script for Harry's life comes to an end. Unsure of what to do with his life, he does nothing. Only one person is on hand to show Harry that a hero is not the sum of his vanquished enemies, but he's got problems of his own. Cw: major character death

Sunshine on Leith by GobletOfCider (M, 78k) - Muggle AU

After years of running from his problems, avoiding family and anything that resembles stability, George finds himself a little bit smitten with single dad, Harry. Settling down in Edinburgh was never part of the plan, but it just might be everything he didn't know he needed.

Bonus: minor Harry/George

A Season in Amber by Thevina (T, 8k) - Dron

Nowhere in Draco's job description does it state that because he's an Unspeakable, he's skilled enough to retrieve Ronald Weasley (or anyone) from beyond the Veil. But when Potter gives him no other options but to join him in this literal death-defying endeavour, Draco does exactly that. If only finding Ron had been the hardest task.

Inevitably Everything by CheekyTorah (M, 8k) - Dron

Ron didn’t need help finding a date.

Sad Girl Fall by yrfrndfrnkly (M, 20k) - Pansy/Luna

Pansy's been watching Luna follow her autumn vibes wherever they take her for six years. This year, she follows along.

[assassinsdragons]

Anon Project Round 2

Some of you may remember back in winter 2017-2018, when I did this thing to spread some love through the anon ask option we've got here on tumblr. Well, I did the same thing again, back in winter 2020-2021, though instead of just one month, I did it for two months. From the 1st of December 2020, until the 31st of January 2021.

Every day, I sent the message "Hi. I love you. 🤍" to one blog each day. I wanted them to know they're loved.

Now, I know tumblr sometimes eats asks, so maybe not everyone that I planned to give love to actually got their messages, and this roundup will therefore serve as a reminder to all of you that yes, I do love you. Even now, 2.5 years later.

So, here we go, I love all of you:

Dec 1st @creeeee Dec 2nd @quicksilvermaid Dec 3rd @faevorite-main-blog Dec 4th @legendrarry Dec 5th @fleetofshippyships Dec 6th @candybarrnerd Dec 7th @cibeewastaken Dec 8th @nadiasna7 Dec 9th @cheekytorah Dec 10th @stargazing-enby Dec 11th @keyflight790 Dec 12th @all-drarry-to-me Dec 13th @tackytigerfic Dec 14th @shealwaysreads Dec 15th @ununquadius Dec 16th @mad1492 Dec 17th @gnarf Dec 18th @restlessandordinary Dec 19th @parkkate Dec 20th @l0vegl0wsinthedark Dec 21st @ekayart Dec 22nd @lqtraintracks Dec 23rd @midgart Dec 24th @unicornsandphoenix Dec 25th @phantomrin Dec 26th @gallifrey1sburning Dec 27th @p1013 Dec 28th @scarheaded-ferret Dec 29th @firethesound Dec 30th @wordsphoenix Dec 31st @veelawings

[cheekytorah]

Hi. I love you. 🤍

Hey Nonny!

Shucks! Thank you!

This ones for you boo

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They’ve been dating for months. It shouldn’t be such a scary thing to say, not in the scheme of things. But here he is, gut wrenchingly terrified. Of rejection. Of humiliation. But mostly, of the words being reciprocated. Because then he has to follow through. He can’t be the guy in someone’s bed sometimes. He can’t be the boyfriend behind closed doors. He won’t be Draco Malfoy, he’ll be Harry Potters boyfriend.

It’s not a matter of if it’s worth it, because of course he’s worth it. He’s worth everything. He’s a hero, a celebrity, a hottie, but mostly he’s his Harry. The first person to forgive him. The first person who didn’t have to like Draco, to accept him, scars, tattoos, and twisty families be damned.

He’s sitting on Harry couch, because of course Draco couldn’t just call. He had to make an entrance and he did, except Harry isn’t there. He had plans with the Weasleys and Granger, and he can’t say that bothers him anymore. He used to be jealous of the very air Harry breathed. But that’s different now because... Draco loves him.

Harry opens the door to his flat and Draco looks up from where he is lounged on the old comfy contraption he’s perched on.

“Draco? Did I forget we had plans?”

“Of course, not Potter.”

Harry raises an eyebrow and Draco simply smirks back. He gets a thrill when Harry calls him Draco but he also knows Harry enjoys their banter and calling him Potter is a part of that. He clears his throat. He has to say this, propriety be damned.

“I think you ought to know, I’m quite a fair bit in love with you, you ponce. So you best take responsibility.”

Draco curses himself because can’t he just say something nice for once, but then maybe he wouldn’t be himself. Did Harry want that or did Harry want draco as draco. Oh bloody hell his mind couldn’t start a swirl now he was far too in the thick of it.

Harry is suddenly in front of him inches from his lips in fact.

“I can do that.” Harry’s lips brush against Dracos the briefest of touches. “What would it entail exactly?”

Draco shivers, Harry’s lips are ghosting over his neck now and he’s rendered speechless.

“Shall I... hold you hand in public?”

Draco whimpers and nods.

“Shall I... tell my friends and family about us and bring you for supper?”

Draco gasps as Harry bites his earlobe.

“Shall I... tell you I’ve been in love with you most of my life?”

Dracos eyes snap open and he looks at Harry incredulous but Harry looks firm in his words.

“Yes, all of that. And get rid of that ghastly couch when I move in.”

Harry grins and presses his lips to Dracos in a deep, love filled kiss that has Dracos toes curling and his fingers sinking into Harry’s mess of a head of hair.

Worth it.

[hptruefan-cheekytorah]

Congrats on the 300 followers! How about a Drarry “need to kiss to hide from bad guys”?

I am Sooooo late with this and for that I apologize PROFUSELY!

I hope this can make up for it:

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Harry

I lost my father and mother when I was just a baby, and it fuelled me through my life to do and be as good as I could be. When I want to give up I just think about how I’m still alive because two amazing people gave their lives for me, how I have so much love to receive and give, and how in the long run I don’t have it half as bad as others do.

After defeating Voldemort, rebuilding and starting our lives over, I did what everyone expected of me: I became an Auror. Hermione was furious of course, Ron was dubious and Molly was insistent that I was too young, too vulnerable, had been through enough. She wasn’t wrong. The ministry had me join up without my eighth year or any of the necessary training, they offered the same to both hermione and Ron who both refused. Ron went to work at the joke shop and Hermione is on her way into politics.

The person most unexpected to join the Auror Department was one Draco Malfoy. Of course, the ministry couldn’t turn away anyone, there was a severe lack in Aurors after the Great Wizardinng War, so they did what they thought was best. They let their golden boy keep an eye on him.

Five years later, Draco is one of my closest mates. Partners in the field and drinking buddies most nights off. Yeah, it was awkward at first, but over time Draco became more and more accepted.

I walk into our office, placing his tea in front of where he is already studiously working away. He looks up at me with a smile, acknowledging me and showing his gratitude for the briefest of moments before going back to what he's doing.

"Another early morning?" I ask, trying to peek at his work.

"Some of us consider the time I get here as on time, Potter." Draco smirks but his eyes don't leave the page he's reading.

"What are you looking at so hard?" I ask, looking over at what he's doing.

"Our next case," he says primly, standing suddenly, and pulling his robes from the chair to drape them over his shoulders. "Hop to it, Potter. We have a nasty to get."

"Or a suspect," I murmur, following him out the door. ****

On our way through the ministry, Draco briefed me on the case. Some Neo-Acolytes had a following in the wizarding sector of South Wales and three people had turned up dead, marked with old runes. They weren't muggle's or Muggle borns either, the opposite in fact. The targets of this group seems to be Old Pure Blood Magical families who don't follow the old ways to the T.

We show up at the last known location of the leader's girlfriend and find three of the crew together. They scatter, hitting the streets and running in various directions. We end up in a chase, and somewhere along the line I of course lost my wand.

It's not a new occurance, I tend to be a bit...risky when I chase down a suspect, and I don't always remember that my wand is my most important weapon. I know, I'm a mess of a wizard, and Draco always reminds me.

"What the fuck are you thinking, Potter, you bloody idiot?"

I hear Draco cursing behind me, my wand in two pieces in his hands. we turn into an alley, rain beginning to fall because of course its Wales, and It's more wet than dry at this time of year. Draco pulls me against the wall, hushing me and raising his wand towards the end of the alley.

"Revelio" He casts the revealing charm and it appears we are safe for now so we head deeper into the alley. "You broke your bloody wand, Potter."

"It was necessary!" I insist, panting and resting my head against the brick.

"I'm certain it was not necessary to hit the man with your wand," Draco mutters, shoving my shoulder and shaking his head. "You're a sodding heathen."

I want to respond with a snarky retort, but I hear marching coming from the other end of the alley. It sounds like an army marching to war, and one glance at Draco tells me he hears it too.

"It's them!" I hear a voice bark and Draco drags me away, running out of the alley and into the street.

He pulls me into a crowded area, quickly casting a charm on our clothing so it appears vastly different than what it once was. No longer do we have auror robes but muggle trousers and leather shoes, turtle neck sweaters and vests.

"Posh bastard," I snicker and we back away from the people milling about, hoping to get a good look at the entrance of the area. The Neo-Acolytes are entering the square spreading out, looking for us.

I grab Draco and shove him up against the brick wall of a building, sheilding his face from view. We've never been so close, our lips inches apart, noses almost brushing, chests pressed together. Some how, after all these years, we've had this unspoken boundary that prevented this from ever happening. But here we are.

He grips my vest, this horrible argyle thing that I've seen him wear on the few occasions I've been able to drag him into a muggle bar. He grips it and pulls me forward, just as I feel people pushing past us, and drag my lips to his.

I wish this moment was for more than to hide us away, him and his striking blonde hair and Malfoy nose, and me with my famous scar. I know this can't mean to him what it means to me, so i take advantage, put everything i feel into this one kiss I'll never have a chance at again.

his lips are softer than I thought theyd be, him and all his harsh angles and edges. He tastes better than i ever thought, minty and clean, with hints of the earl grey tea from earlier. He fits perfectly against me, his lips slotted against mine, and his hand snaking around my neck. I have to hold myself back from pressing my aching prick against his hip, thrusting against him and getting some friction to relieve the pressure enough to dull the throbbing behind the too tight trousers.

All too quickly the kiss ends, and Draco has his wand out, ready to apparate us to the nearest safety zone, so we can check in, I can get a new wand, and have back up help us out. This case has turned into something far more than either of us could have imagined.

[stargazing-enby]

Think it’s possible to write 1k just purely about rimming? No plot, unless by plot you mean: delicious rimming lol 😂 aka Lex has no shame

Thank you for the prompt 👀😂 I hope you enjoy! (thanks @keyflight790 for betaing ❤)

Drarry | 1.5k | Explicit | Rimming, PWP, Established Relationship, Porn With Feelings, Light Bondage | Read on AO3

“Is it okay like this?” Draco’s voice is soft and low as he caresses the rope that he’s just tied around Harry’s wrists.

“Aha,” Harry replies, voice slightly muffled by the pillow. “’S perfect.”

Draco hums. Rearranges the pillow over Harry’s forearms, shifts on the bed, and places a small kiss between Harry’s shoulder blades. 

Then there’s silence, and Draco’s hands are gone for a few moments. Harry’s skin tingles with how exposed he feels like this: blindfolded, face against the pillow and arms tied underneath it, knees bent against the warm duvet, arse lifted up in the air. Waiting to be used.

He thinks he hears Draco murmur beautiful, and then he feels the softest of touches to the side of his waist, moving up, up and around him until it’s brushing his nipple. Harry bites his lip and pushes down, seeking more friction against it; but the light touch is gone in a second, and he’s left with a whine buried deep in his throat. 

Another touch follows, fingertips playing with the hairs of his thigh as they make their slow, teasing way up to the curve of Harry’s arse, the dip of his column, and then the muscles above his shoulder blades. Draco’s other hand rests beside it then, and he massages Harry lightly, thumbing the knots in his muscles until Harry is relaxing with a sigh, his face burying further into the pillow.

Draco massages him everywhere he can reach: head, neck, calves, feet. He takes his time with it, ignoring Harry’s small gasps when, upon changing position, Draco teases him with passing touches to the inside of his thighs, his nipples, his lower stomach.

Draco touches him, and all Harry can do as he feels himself slowly harden is breathe through it, imagining how he must look like this: wanton and helpless, hips snapping lightly as his cock twitches, face melting into the bed.

When Draco starts massaging his arse, Harry begs lowly for more. His plea is met with a chuckle; with Draco leaning over him and stroking his cheek with soft knuckles, leaning down to kiss the curve of his back, and then proceeding with his careful massage, fingers coming tantalisingly close to his cleft but never quite touching it. 

“Please, god,” Harry breathes again when Draco spreads him open with his thumbs just right and pleasure shoots through his every nerve. Knowing that Draco is watching—watching him clench and unclench from the pull of his thumbs, watching him whimper, pant, writhe as his cock searches for friction—makes him shiver. He pushes back against Draco’s hands, repeats, “Please,” and then, “please, love,” knowing that the endearment will drive Draco crazy, that it will make Draco’s eyes fill with lust as he watches Harry beg for him.

“Shh, now, darling,” comes Draco’s beautiful, beautiful voice. There’s a kiss to his waist, a hand massaging, lovingly, on his lower belly, fingers ghosting over the coarse hair underneath before retreating again. Then Draco is kissing and lapping the sensitive back of his thigh, just below his arsecheeks, and Harry buries his face in the pillow and pushes his arse up, up until Draco’s hands are gripping his waist to keep him in place, thumbs stroking his lower back, tongue hot and wet as it torments the inside of his thigh. The tip of it brushes—barely—at the shaft of Harry’s cock, and he moans deep and desperate into the pillow. 

Not being able to see, to move, to do anything but kneel there and take it all and imagine what he must look like right now—what Draco must look like right now—is as infuriating as it is intoxicating. It makes every sound and every touch reverberate through Harry’s skin as though amplified; makes every brush of fingers tear a moan out of him. Makes Draco’s hands holding him close, Draco’s tongue worshipping every corner of his body, feel like the only anchor to the world around him. Harry loves it, craves it, and he knows Draco knows just how badly he does, because Draco won’t stop stroking him, gently, reverently, fingers warm and strong along his waist and calves and feet as he scrapes his teeth to the sensitive skin just above the backs of Harry’s knees and then kisses his way back up Harry’s quivering thighs. 

The scent of their shower still lingers in the room, but Harry can already make out the smell of his own sweat.

After sucking a hard, loud kiss to the inside of Harry’s thigh, Draco finally, finally moves up and presses his tongue to Harry’s balls—properly so. Harry keens, the jolt of pleasure so unexpected that his hands jerk under the pillow, desperate to pull at Draco’s hair, to touch himself, to touch anything. 

But he can’t. All he can do is feel the heat spreading through his body as Draco’s palms move up his sides, caressing his chest, his collarbones, his waist, in soothing movements. All he can do is breathe through the shivers of pleasure that run through him as Draco takes his balls in his mouth and sucks on them, making all kinds of filthy noises that echo Harry’s own.

“Mmmmh,” Harry cries, high-pitched and loud, cheek pressed into the pillow as he gasps for air. “I—love you so much, ah, mmh.” And then he buries his face in the pillow again, shuddering, because Draco has let go of his balls and is lapping at his cock, pulling it toward him with long fingers so he can take the tip of it into his mouth in a wet, hot, sucking kiss that lasts but a second before he’s leaving a path of light kisses up the length of Harry’s shaft.

And then he keeps kissing him, higher and higher, and Harry loses all trace of coherence when Draco’s hands find his buttocks again and part them, and Draco gently, oh so gently thumbs his asshole open and traces the outside of it with the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes—” Harry gasps, barely processing the sound of the loving kisses Draco is pressing all over his arse because Draco is moving his thumbs in small circles just outside of his rim the way Harry likes it, and then he’s pressing the flat of his tongue against his perineum, warm and wet, and oh, god—

Harry holds his breath, going still save for the quivering of his legs. 

The tip of Draco’s tongue is there, unmoving. Pressing against his rim so subtly he can barely feel it.

That is, of course, until Draco’s hands clench around his waist and Draco slowly, slowly increases the pressure, threatening to breach him.

“Ahhh,” comes a weak, restrained moan as Harry slowly releases his breath—releases the tension of his body. Then Draco’s tongue twitches ever-so-slightly, and he’s almost inside Harry, but not quite, and Harry lets the rest of his breath out in a puff against the pillow, gasping, babbling more, and again, and please, Draco, god, ahh—

“You are magnificent,” Draco says against his skin, a grin in his words, and then he is devouring Harry, tongue flicking and pushing and then retreating minutely so that the tips of Draco’s thumbs can inch inside him, the pull delicious. 

“More,” Harry pleads into the darkness, cock throbbing and leaking. Draco complies, his mouth hot and wet and perfect as he fucks him with his tongue and thumbs, and fuck, the pillow is also hot and wet under Harry’s open mouth, he realises. With a whimper, he drags his cheek to a dry spot of the pillow and then pushes his body back into Draco’s curse and blessing of a mouth. Draco hums in reply, pressing his tongue into Harry again as he lets go of one of his arsecheeks and cups Harry’s balls, wetting them with the spit that’s rolled down while he massages them slowly. Teasingly. 

“More, more,” Harry cries out, spreading his legs as much as he can, fearing he’ll implode if he doesn’t get release right fucking now—

Draco seems to take the hint, because a moment later his wet hand is around Harry’s cock, pumping it hard and slow as his cheeks press into Harry’s arse, tongue flicking around his remaining thumb, and he’s moaning against Harry, loud and breathless and delicious, and Harry’s toes are curling, his open mouth soaking the pillow once more as he finally comes through a stretched-out groan. 

Draco retreats when Harry’s groan dies down and turns into ragged breaths, but his hands remain on Harry, stroking his stomach, his chest, his waist. Squeezing his calves, caressing the backs of his thighs, his touch warm. When Harry collapses on the bed, Draco carefully removes his blindfold and starts working on the rope around his wrists. Harry keeps his eyes closed a moment longer, still coming down from it. He opens them, though, when Draco finishes untying the rope and reminds him in a murmur to roll his wrists and shoulders. 

Draco looks beautiful, face flushed and hair unkempt, smiling at him in that unique way of his that is as cheeky as it is loving.

Though exhausted, Harry sits up and complies, stretching his body lazily and leaning his shoulder against Draco’s chest. 

“All good?” Draco asks, dropping a kiss on his temple.

“All good,” Harry smiles. Resting his hand on Draco’s thigh, fingers ghosting over the tented fabric of his pants, he leans into a proper kiss and adds against Draco’s lips, “My turn to take care of you.”

[bixgirl1]

So I (only) just read your story You Open Always (petal by petal) and just sindisnsisnsisndksnsjs it was so good! I loved it so much than you for sharing it with us all!

Oh!!!! YES, it's AMAZING, I heartily agree! But as much as I'd love to take credit - god, seriously, to write that well is a dream of mine - it was actually written by birdsofshore, as part of 2017's @hd-erised gift exchange. I was just birds' (VERY LUCKY) recipient, so it's on my ao3 page under my gift fics. But can I say how hugely flattered I am that you for even a second thought I might have been the brilliance behind it? So thank you for that!

(And long live birdsofshore's rentboy drarry! 😍😍)

Happy Valentine's Day, sweets! ❤

[hpdailydeviant]

And that's a wrap! Kinky Kristmas: Comment Kink has officially ended. Below is the final roundup of porntastic pieces posted -- including a couple that snuck in during the final days. Do browse through and make sure you didn't miss anything great! One interesting note about this year's collection of kinky works: This is the first time a Daily Deviant event has generated more femslash than het pieces. Twice as many, in fact! The final count: Slash: 11 Het: 3 Femslash: 6 Other: 2 (solo sex, although a het pairing is stated as background in one of them) FIC: Be Sure; Harry/Ron; first time, light bondage by @gracerene09​ FIC: Happy Christmas, Daddy; Neville/Theodore; daddy!kink by @cheekytorah-laceybauthor​ FIC: Dragon; Draco/?; BDSM, spanking by @gracerene09​ FIC: One More; Ron/Draco/Blaise; voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation by @keyflight790​ FIC: Alone at Last; Ron; public masturbation, sexual awakening by  @deadwoodpecker​ FIC: Revealing Revelations; Albus Severus/Scorpius/James Sirius; voyeurism, exhibitionism, rimming, threesome by @emansil​ FIC: Ripe Strawberries; Ron/Lily Luna; incest, infidelity by @keyflight790​ FIC: Footsteps; James/Sirius; semi-public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism by @malenkayacherepakha​ FIC: Come as You Are; Pansy/Hermione; spanking, roleplay by @lqtraintracks​ FIC: Inescapable; Harry/Draco; masturbation, voyeurism by @lqtraintracks​ FIC: Public Indecency; Harry/Ginny; teasing in public, semi-public sex by @afrostedone FIC: Patience is a Virtue; Millicent/Pansy; orgasm denial, teasing, spanking, bondage, clit spanking, fingering, light D/s dynamics by @writcraft​ FIC: The Curse of the Black Pearl; Narcissa/Astoria; clit pumping by @deadwoodpecker​ FIC: A Selfish Desire; Ginny/Pansy; anal sex, strap-ons by @unmistakablyoatmeal​ FIC: Keep It On; Rabastan/Pansy; Death Eater mask kink, dirty talk by @snax0 FIC: One for the Road; Remus/Sirius; kissing, masturbation by @snax0 FIC: Fine Line; Severus/Sirius; desperate wall!sex, frottage, handjobs by @snax0 FIC: Signed, Sealed, Delivered; Ron/Draco; erotic letters, masturbation by @ohlookagaydraco​ FIC: A Little Death; Ginny/Tonks; seduction by @gracerene09​ FIC: Smokin' Hot; Minerva/Wilhelmina; smoking by @gracerene09 FIC: Untitled; Ginny; masturbation, sex toys by @wistful_dreams7 FIC: Hopelessly Devoted to You (You Saw Me Standing Alone); Harry/George; dirty talk, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs by @writcraft​ (Let us know if we've missed a fill amongst the comments!) Stay tuned for advertising banners and other news about BANGING BIRTHDAY! Don't go away; the party will continue...

[drarry-to-read]

Title: Fortune cookie says

Author: CheekyTorah

Summary: Harry’s fortunes are trying to tell him something...

Length: 2,179 words

Rating: Teen and up

[writcraft]

Hey you! I hope you feel better very soon! My kids got it bad too, it’s been a rough winter here. I would love to see some more fem slash! If you would ❤️ McGonagall/Hooch During the lightning era’s years at school. Minnie and hooch have a close friendship. Maybe mutual pining, friends to lovers etc etc ❤️👀

Hello! Thank you so much. I’m still feeling pretty under the weather, but writing some fics has helped distract me. Thank you for this lovely prompt. I’ve posted the fill over on AO3, link below I hope you like it!

A Late Night Declaration (Minerva McGonagall/Rolanda Hooch)

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I read your story August 26 1982 and just wow I loved it!! I’m so so glad I found you on tumblr so I could read this fic 😍😍😍😍 thank you for writing it 😭💙

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it!

[idreamofdraco]

Kiss Prompt (edit): Drinny? 2? Thanks for much ❤️

This is a sequel to my response to prompt 48. This one is also a longer one. I hope you enjoy it. :)

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

Since his encounter with enchanted mistletoe in the Atrium of the Ministry a few days ago, Draco has made it a point to learn everything he can about Ginny Weasley. She’d accused him of knowing nothing about the Ministry of Magic despite his extended presence there, and she’d been right.

Draco’s job is very important, but it doesn’t require much knowledge or many skills, so he has never bothered to learn the composition of each department or identify changes of power.

Deep in the Department of Mysteries, an office connects the Time and Thought Chambers. It’s where Memory is studied and also houses copies of every document drafted inside or sent to the Ministry of Magic. Contracts, memos, newsletters, personal communications, shopping and to-do lists--if it’s written on parchment, a magical copy is immediately and magically archived in the Department of Mysteries. Draco’s job is to monitor the Archive and hand-deliver archival requests to the Minister of Magic--the only person with clearance to make requests from the Archive.

After the mistletoe incident, Draco scoured the Archive for any mention of Ginny Weasley. He found a birth certificate, Hogwarts rosters from all eight years she attended school, a letter sent to the Ministry by Professor McGonagall to inform the Minister of Weasley’s abduction into the Chamber of Secrets. Another letter informing the Minister of her safe retrieval. A memo describing Weasley’s actions and injuries in the battle that took place inside the Department of Mysteries. OWL scores, NEWT scores, a certificate of completion upon leaving Hogwarts. An employment contract when she was hired as an Auror. Another when she was promoted to Head of the Auror Department. She is the youngest to lead the department in Ministry history, but it appears she received the job when several members of the department were arrested for corruption and Potter turned down the opportunity.

He had devoured as much of her life story as he could, and all the while, he had wondered why it mattered to him.

They’d kissed. It was a spectacular kiss, but they’d been forced into it and it didn’t mean anything. That doesn’t mean Draco doesn’t want to do it again.

A blank piece of parchment on top of one of the stacks that litter the floor around his desk begins to fill with words, and Draco pauses his perusal of Weasley’s promotion contract to watch the words scribble themselves across the page. As soon as the words rest, Draco turns to the rows and rows of filing cabinets that fill the room and begins the tedious process of interpreting the vague request to find some information that might be useful to the Minister.

Hours later, he emerges from the Archive and grabs a lift. The lift stops one floor up at the Atrium to retrieve new passengers, and Draco’s vision tunnels when the doors open. Ginny Weasley has just stepped out of a Floo and turns toward the security gates. A flash of her red hair peeks between the bars of the gates, enticing him with its brightness.

The grill begins to close, and before he can second guess himself, Draco shoves his way out of the full lift. He makes a beeline for Weasley to meet her on his side of the security gate.

She glances up as her wand is returned to her by the attendant, but she noticeably freezes when she spots Draco, only feet away. Then, as if as drawn to him as he is to her, she slowly approaches him.

The people around them give them a wide berth, as if sensing they would prefer to be alone. With the illusion of privacy, they keep their voices low and intimate.

“You ran away from our last encounter,” Weasley says, a smile trembling at the corners of her lips. As though she would prefer to scowl but can’t bring herself to.

“I didn’t fancy being hexed by Potter.”

“Harry is a non-issue,” she says, scowling now. Hmm, she really doesn’t like being associated with Potter. This pleases him more than it should. Or maybe just as much as it should.... Why shouldn’t Draco be glad that she wants nothing to do with Potter anymore?

She tilts her chin up a little higher, and Draco realizes how small she is, how far she has to crane her neck to meet his eyes. This feels familiar in some ways and brand new in others. Once upon a time, he’d restrained her from behind while the Carrows had thrown Unforgivables at her. She’d seemed such an impossibly small target back then, when Draco had also been in the line of fire. In that way, her size feels intimately familiar. But she faces him now, meets his eye, the opposite position she’d held in her detention days, and the experience is new, thrilling, and terrifying all at once to have those eyes on him.

This is a woman who was abducted by Salazar Slytherin’s monster and saw the inside of the Chamber of Secrets. This is a woman who led a rebellion when Potter wasn’t around to lead it for her. This was the youngest leader of the Aurors in history, and perhaps she got the job because there hadn’t been anyone else with more experience to take it, but all the reports he’d read in the Archive suggested she’d met the challenge and exceeded expectations.

She is a force to be reckoned with, and she wants nothing to do with Potter. Instead, she’s staring at Draco, almost smiling at Draco, as if she, too, wants to repeat their kiss from several days ago.

“By choice?” Draco asks, wanting to hear her say the words.

“Hmm?”

“Is Potter a non-issue by choice? Was there a choice?”

Her eyes glitter with calculation. Her lips purse in thought. Draco measures his breaths and sculpts his expression into mild curiosity, trying to hide how much he needs to know the answer. But inside his chest, his heart pounds against his ribs in anticipation.

“Yes, by choice,” Weasley says. “My choice.”

“Before or after you became the youngest Head of the Auror Department?”

Her eyes narrow. “You asked about me.”

“No,” he answers truthfully, his lips thinning into a smug smile.

“You did some research.”

“Some,” he agrees.

During their back and forth, they draw closer together. Close enough that if Draco shifts his stance slightly, their fingers will brush. Close enough that if he only lowers his head, he could kiss her again. The top of her head, her forehead, her cheek, her mouth. Wherever he wants, he could do it.

“Before.”

“Hmm?” Draco asks.

Her grin strengthens, goes from trembly to sincere. “Harry became a non-issue long before I became the head of the department.”

Back in their school days, he had loved competing with Potter. Nothing had brought him as much joy as when Draco triumphed over him, rare as those moments had been. But Draco had grown up, and in the time it had taken him to do that, he’d finally learned that some people are winners and some are losers. In any competition between Draco and Potter, Draco usually came out the loser, so it was better not to compete at all.

He’s glad he won’t have to compete with Potter over her.

At this point, there is no further distance to cover. If they move any closer, they’d be in each other’s arms.

Draco wonders whether this new attraction to Weasley is natural or a by-product of the enchanted mistletoe lingering all these days later. Something isn’t right about his fascination, about the flush in his cheeks, about his rapidly beating heart. What if he’s under the effects of magical mistletoe right now?

He looks up, halfway expecting to see the blasted plant hanging there, and then he freezes.

The blasted plant is hanging there!

Weasley looks up, too, and then groans. “Oh no....”

The bubble that he and Weasley had found themselves in now makes sense. It was caused by the people passing by avoiding the mistletoe, and Draco and Weasley had walked right into it.

Draco frowns, uncertain of the mood he’d sensed when she’d passed through the security gates. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me. I felt how you reacted last time. I see the way you’re looking at me now.”

“It’s not that,” she says, her voice low. “I don’t like not having a choice. I don’t like not being in control.”

A quiet, surprised breath escapes Draco’s mouth. Heat begins to consume him at the idea of Weasley being in control. After his initial physical reaction to her explanation, Draco understands her concern. Not having a choice--it’s an evil Draco experienced during the war, and it’s an evil he never wants to repeat.

But they do have a choice now. They can choose to kiss, or they can ask a bystander to alert the Magical Maintenance crew to free them. They still have a choice.

Draco places his hands on her hips and holds her against him. They are so close, he hears every stutter of her breath, he feels it against his heart, penetrating through his clothes, through skin and muscle and bone. She’s so small it makes him want to be careful with her, so when he lowers his head, he plants an equally small, gentle kiss against her lips. It’s a fleeting kiss, testing the waters, tasting them, trying to get a sense of whether her presumed lack of choice will deter her from deepening it.

It doesn’t.

Her response is immediate as she reaches up and takes his lips by force.

For a moment, he’s shocked by her fervor, but it’s only a momentary lapse. He’s as invested as she is, as hungry as she is, and he pours all of the attraction he’s felt over the last several days, all the want and yearning, into her.

It’s hot, it’s wet, it’s completely inappropriate for the workplace, especially for the entrance of the Ministry where so many people arrive and depart. But Draco doesn’t care. He only cares about the scent of her hair in his nose, the taste of her tongue against his, her greedy hands clutching his back, her all-encompassing warmth.

When it ends, he’s filled with regret, but there’s something in her eyes that says this second kiss won’t be their last. Maybe next time they won’t wait to get trapped under enchanted mistletoe again.

As long as they are both willing, Draco will make sure they have plenty of opportunities in the future for more kissing.

It will always be their choice.

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Feel free to send me a number and a pairing for a kiss prompt!

I can’t guarantee that I’ll write any more, but who knows what will inspire me?

Unavailable numbers are 2, 3, 5, 10, 14, 15, 16, 22, 42, 48.

[hdowlpost]

Are you still needing PinchHitters? I asked before and you said yes but i never heard anything further about it :)

Thanks for the ask! :) Right now, we are more or less good. We are giving people who are late a bit more time to submit. But once the Late Submission Date of December 22 has passed, we will need you pinch-hitters. We will let you know the minute we know what gifts we need.

[cheekytorah]

Kinktober | stretching kink

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Warnings: sexual content, descriptions of nudity and sex, strong language

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“Remus, please!” Sirius begged. He felt the plug that Remus had slid inside him pulsing slowly.

“Please what?”

“Please, Ah, please stretch me, oh! I need it.” sirius panted as he lay back on the couch in the sitting room.

Remus trailed his finger down Sirius’ chest and along his length. Sirius shivered. He watched Remus flick his wand silently and the pulsing plug widened slowly.

Sirius groaned, the burn was wonderful, the feeling of being stretched and full was something he craved. He didn’t always need to be stretched so largely all the time but he’d never say no either.

Sirius groaned and shook as he was stretched impossibly wider and then it stopped, continuing to vibrate deep inside against his prostate. Remus took both their cocks in hand, pulled hard and fast, panting and moaning in tandem with Sirius.

Sirius saw white and suddenly they were coming, coating Remus’ hand and cock, their spunk mixing and quickly cooling to a tacky mess that Remus banished away.

The plug quickly went back to size and Remus removed it before coating a healing salve over Sirius’ swollen rim. Sirius hummed happily and then they were kissing and snuggling into the comfy old couch.

“Merlin, I love you,” Sirius mumbled into Remus chest as he drifted off to sleep.

[stargazing-enby]

🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💛 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

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Skating and Other Ways to Fall in Love by CheekyTorah-Lex (@cheekytorah-laceybauthor)

Narrated by: down-in-flames (@downn-in-flames)

Advisories: None

Summary: Lily Evans really doesn’t like that James Potter.