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Need you, Granger

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Rated E; Male Masterbation

Summary: After six months in Azkaban Draco is stuck at a Hogwarts Reconstruction summer program. He's consumed by a certain Golden Girl and we get a view into his explicit masturbation session.

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He palmed himself.

His hands were cool and rough--still slightly callused from his time playing Quidditch. Skin toughened from years of gripping a thick length of smooth wood.

But his hands had changed over the years. He no longer had the polished hands of a pampered heir. Six months in Azkaban could do that to you. His apperance had hardened, shoulders filled out. No longer all angles and edges. The tattoo on his neck, a reminder of how lucky he had been to let out on 'parole'.

So many things had changed in the last two years. But oh, how he savored his new-found freedom.

After six months of no privacy, he had vowed to never have another quiet orgasm for as long as he lived. An 'up yours' all to the times he tried to sneak in a wank in his small cell and had to bite down violently on his fist to silence his groans.

No more. He was determined to thouroughly enjoy himself nowadays. Not that he had anyone to enjoy with. Being a convicted death eater, even one who was acquitted on account of being a minor at the time of his crimes, could really put a damper on your dating life.

So alone he went. Savoring the feeling of rubbing his long, thick length slowly with both hands. Imagining her body taking him in, filling her to the hilt.

Her.

That girl. The fucking girl he could never quite shake.

The girl who also happened to return to Hogwarts for an optional 8th year. The girl who also happened to joined the summer 'castle reconstruction' program. The only student present who was not required to attend due to ministry mandated public service.

The Golden Girl, herself.

Hermione. Fucking. Granger.

His mouth parted and he thrust his cock up into his fisted hands.

Granger.

Mmmm Granger.

Beautiful.

And Fucking Infuriating.

Precum lubed the tip of his head as he spread it around with his wide thumb. He gently rubbed the slick up and down himself. Needing more glide, he spit into his hand and rubbed it down his length, coating his cock. It made an obscene noise and he groaned in pleasure.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck. He had needed this, so badly. It had been such a long week. Full of hard physical labor, lifting slabs of stone. Complex spells, repairing walls and floors. He had little time to do more than work, sleep and eat.

Gods, she had been right there. Wearing her awful muggle outfits that left him hard all day. Skimpy little things she said kept her cool in the oppressive summer heat. Tight shorts that sat low on her hips and rode up her ass. Tank tops with thin straps that he wanted to rip off her body. Her smooth mid drift showing everytime she pulled her wild mane up into a bun. And by all apperances she had zero clue the effect she had.

Her fragrant scent hit him every time she passed by his way. Distinctivly feminine. Apple shampoo and sweat.

By midday she was dripping in it. He wanted to lick every single drop. Wanted nothing more than to feel her body beneath his, sweating and used. Panting. Hair wild around her, cascading down her back. The evidence of her arousal all over her thighs. The taste of his semen all over her mouth and chin.

He wanted her to be filthy for him.

He wanted her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks for him, showing off her pink little holes like a good girl. Wanted to see her thighs coated in her own need, desperate.

Fuck. He palmed himself up and down again, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back against his pillow.

He could stretch her out. She was so small. Would his cock even fit the first time? Her thin shorts left little to the imagination, fabric clinging to her fat little lips--until she turned and adjusted herself. Delicious.

She'd be so embarassed if she knew.

If she had seen him stare.

If she could see him panting as he indulgently stroked himself to thoughts of her, and her alone.

Would she blush and turn around? Or would she stare and lick her lips? Letting her gaze linger on his proud cock just a second more.

His grip tightened and he twisted his hand around his head and back down.

Merlin, he needed her.

His hand went past the base of his cock and he grabbed his balls, tugging at them. They bounced heavily. He tugged at them again, and felt a familiar ache.

Fuck. He was so full. He needed to cum. So badly.

He wanted to fill her with it. He was young. Verile. Full of seed. A wizard who needed to fuck. Hard. And she could take it, with those high hips. That petite, yet solid frame. Oh yes, Granger could take a pounding.

He fisted his cock harder and groaned at the loud sloppy sounds it made.

Her cunt would be heaven. Warm. Soft. Wet. He just knew it. He wanted to taste it. To eat her out. To finger her tight cunt, to push his thick fingers in her ass as he licked and sucked at her clit. Working her body into a frenzy. Not letting her escape him even when she writhed and shook.

He wanted to make her take more than she ever thought she could. To make her weep from pleasure. To spasm and gasp and squirt all over him in confusion and shock. To grip her perfect cunt around his fingers and sob his name into the air.

He shuddered and thrust his cock up into his hand again. And again. And again. His light blond pubes beginning to become wet with spit and precum.

Fuck. What would she say if she knew? If she walked in and saw him?

His arms began to ache at the punishing speed but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop. It felt so good. He hissed at the smooth glide over the sensitive underside of his head. He threw his head back again and cursed. She was unreal. The perfect delight for his filthy mind. The glide of his hand addicting when paired with her image.

He wanted to bite at her smooth light-brown skin. To tounge her pretty dark cunt from behind and rub her round ass while she went down on him. He wanted a close up of her pretty little pussy contracting on air. Needing his thickness. Needing his length. Needing him. Wanting him. Screaming his name. Crying out for his cock. Saying his name over and over and over. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco.

His abs began to quiver and his eyebrows knitted together.

He was getting close and he let out a involuntary yell. His hips bucked and he felt himself on the edge of no return. He pumped his hand harder. Fucking himself, turning himself on with how wanton his need must look.

He needed Granger. His Granger.

He was so thouroughly pent up. Salazar, he would cum buckets just at the sight of her breasts. Her perky little tits. Bouncing slightly when she walked by on early weekend mornings, wearing no bra. The fucking tease. Little peaks poking through. He wanted to take them in his mouth and suck on her dark nipples. Biting her from her tits all the way up her neck and back down to her soft thighs. Marking her as His.

Granger needed his cum. She did. She needed a good hard fuck. One look at her and you could tell it was true. Her shoulders were too tight. Her posture to ridgid. Someone needed to help her let go. Needed to tame the little lion into contented submission. His little lion.

She'd beg for it. She'd beg for him to come on her tits. Or to come all over her pussy, just to fuck the cum into her with his thick long fingers. A greedy little pussy. His greedy little pussy.

Or maybe he'd just fuck her into the bed. Drill her with her ankles pushed all the way back to her ears. Banging the wooden headbord into the wall over and over. Their hip bones grinding against eachother. Her cunt rubbing his pelvic bone, hitting that spot just right. That spot that he knew would have her gushing, drenching his balls.

He wanted to taste their sex.

He wanted to grind himself into her. To make her cling to his arms, his shoulders, his back. He had always felt so skinny growing up, but she had always made him feel broad. Large. Strong. She had changed everything for him.

And recently something had changed between them. At times it felt like they were actually firting and dare he say, they had chemistry. Brushing by eachother in close spaces, knocking into one another on purpose just to feel the closeness of eachother's body.

Fuck. He thought of the way she had rolled her eyes at him today. Their verbal sparing leavng him frustrated. The little fucking brat. Needed a lesson in manners. Needed to be teased. Needed to beg for it. And he needed to taste her desperation.

Fuck he wanted to get her pregnant. The prissy little swot. To force his pleasure deep into her. To fill her again and again. Until her womb accepted his seed.

Fuck, he was close. His arm was burning at the speed. His hips snapping up to meet every single pump. The pleasure, a weight across his hips. He moved his hand from his balls and grabbed for his towel in anticipation. His hand snaked down his chest. Wet from perspiration. He tweaked his nipples and cried out sharply.

His hand remained on his flat stomach, fingers feeling his core tense again and again as his body teetered on the edge of release.

He whined. He needed it. He was chasing it. He imagined being muffled by her cunt. Her thighs around his face.

He spasmed at the thought, as he continued frantically fucking himself. Grunting and cursing every thrust. He bit down hard and grabbed his balls cupping and pulling and squeezing when suddenly his peak hit him like a steam train.

His body tensed, thrusting his cock, hard as he could into his fist. His abs tensed and he saw stars, his body hit by blinding pleasure that shot through him. He howled her name.

Hermione

Unabashed. Unashamed.

His eyes rolled back as cum shot violently from his pulsing cock. His voice rang out clear and desperate as he yelled into the air. Long strings of hot pleasure, shot out one after another. The first sailing past his head, the next hitting him in the shoulder, in the chest, on his abs and the final shot landing below his belly button. Each rope brought another groan. Another clench. Another bliss.

He continued to slowly stroke himself after his last shot. The warm, slick cum, feeling heavenly on his sensitive cock. Turning his head he panted into the pillow, letting out a shout as he needily jacked his cock, chasing another orgasm. The image of her naked writhing form flashed behind his eyes. Fucking beautiful. He found it quickly and cried out her name again. The sound of his hand on his cock, obscene.

Granger! Oh fuck, Yes. There it is. Fuck me. Yes, love. Just like that! Oh Fuck, I'm coming...I'm coming! FUCK!

His second orgasm had him shouting loudly, body spasming, his legs shaking and his hand now absolutely covered in his thick pleaure. Cum gutters filled with warm, white, need.

Slowing to a stop, he lay there absolutely drenched in his own seed. His balls empty. He stayed like that for a few moments, panting into the night air, the aftershocks making him shiver. He fought the powerful sleepiness that threatened to overtake him.

His hand shook as he loosened his grip.

Fucking Fuck.

His hand came away, just covered. He opened his eyes and surveyed the scene. It was quite the sight. And it was all her fault. Beautiful fucking thing.

After he cleaned himself off, he continued to lay there with a smile playing on his lips. He chuckled to himself as he listened carefully for any signs of life coming from his neighbor to the right. It was a dumb thought, really.

But he could dream right?

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On the other side of the wall lay a girl with wild curly hair, smooth tan skin, and warm, kind, chestnut eyes. She grabbed for a towel and wiped her hand on it before placing it between her legs. She stifled a moan, biting her lip. Her clit was large and swollen. Fuck. So sensitive. And although she had touched herself to him nearly every night, and had craved to be as loud and carefree as he, she would be damned if she ever let Draco Malfoy know how badly she needed him. The feel of his svelte, toned body gripping her tight. Gods. She needed to stop.

If he wanted her, he was going to have to do more than wank to the thought of her every now and again.

Maybe he'd come knocking on her door one night. Come use her willing body to fulfill all his filthy needs. It was a dumb thought, really.

But she could dream right?

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Chapter Three - Hello

Third chapter for “A Safe Haven” is posted!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44760358/chapters/113232784#workskin

Daryl and Alex officially meet, bread is baked and offered, and Alex gets the opportunity to know a few of our survivors better. 

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Chapter Two - Mad World

Second chapter for “A Safe Haven” is posted!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44760358/chapters/112800517#workskin

Our survivors are interviewed by Deanna, Alex and Aaron have a serious conversation, and Carl makes an appearance.

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Welcome to Alexandria

New fanfiction alert for those in the Walking Dead fandom!

Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character

Alexandria Raleigh spent her life as an accomplished concert pianist, her entire existence dedicated to the craft since she was a child. And then the world ended. A woman with her life skills should never have survived the dead coming back to life and yet she, her brother Eric, and his husband Aaron were fortunate to end up in the community of Alexandria - the irony of Alexandria in Alexandria not lost to her.

For almost two years they have lived quietly behind their walls in relative safety until a new group of survivors arrive who have been out in the wilds of a post-apocalyptic world the entire time. They are haggard and hardened by their experiences but exactly what is needed to ensure the continued survival of the community.

One man in particular; an archer with an icy blue stare hidden behind a curtain of dark hair, catches Alex’s eye, and the future becomes unraveled with just that one look.

A story in which Daryl Dixon gets the multi-season epic love story he deserves.

Chapter One posted today!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44760358/chapters/112617394

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a few reminders because i’m tired and angry

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

feel free to add more

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"This is what will one day happen. You will walk in here, weeping, fall to your knees, broken by your noble failure to change Russia. I will lift you from the ground, look you in the eye, tell you I love you, kiss you softly on the mouth, feel you press your lips back against mine, our bodies will harden against each other, as we feel passion break free within us. And we will rip at each other's clothes like time itself is about to end and we cannot get to each other before it does. Then I will lift you on the table, and for a moment we will just stop and feel our hearts beat and the air around us still. Then, as I enter you, we will feel a rush, that of ecstasy, that of being home. For that is what we are to each other, and you will know it. As I already do."

HELLO, EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK. WHO GAVE PETER THE RIGHT TO BE SO COMPLEX. WHY IS NICHOLAS HOULT SO GOOD AND GORGEOUS. I'M SCREAMING.

Fucking hell, Peter is fascinating. That speech! Holy shit, I need a minute.

This is the most exquisite slow burn enemies to lovers I've ever seen. The tension and chemistry between them is so perfectly well done!

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Epiphany

The lines of sweet sorrow have shown her head. Looking legacies of old crumble beneath the puppeteers strings as blood runs cold on the sandy dunes of Arrakis.

Series Masterlist

Duncan Idaho x Fem!Reader

One // Serve

Two // Relief

Three // Flesh Wound (Nov. 24th—7:20 CST USA)

Four // Bleeding

Five //

Series Ongoing // Tag List Open // Chapters are linked once published!

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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....put that thing back where you found it or so help me...this just broke me.

put that thing back where you found it or SO HELP ME

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Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth, cosplayed by @fallnangelcreations

These were done a few years ago, but since I have a personal blog now I’m posting them :)  Plus… Happy Birthday David Bowie!

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this years costume was good.

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Jareth from Labyrinth cosplayed by @fallnangelcreations.

Photography by Sin. Photo processing/editing by me.

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Wow...just wow.

“After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.”

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#mood

a constant big mood

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This was seriously me between my husband and best friend when we saw the movie.

Have I told you what this movie has done to me?

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My lawd I was not expecting this! 😭😭😭

TLJ: The Fault In Our Stars

Kylo Ren: I’ll destroy her.

Me: ( trying to restrain myself from throwing my empty soda can at him in the theatre) Oi! Your Supreme Royal Ass-ness! That bloody lightsaber you’re twirling right now, the one you dropped beside that dead praetorian guard, and didn’t bother to pick up later, because now you’ve got Grandpa’s saber, and delivering an unsuccessful insulting proposal to rule the galaxy? How do you think that ended up on your utility belt, cowboy? 😒 Who do you think put it back? Your boyfriend Hux? Yoda?😡

So, that’s how the throne room scene ended and nobody can convince me otherwise.💃 Either this, or somebody has a very large gaping plot hole to solve.😛

Starting the new year with Fanart and Reylo, while my thesis stares me in the face, wish me luck.😂

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For those in the back!