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͏͏ ͏ sapphic, 24, ͏͏ ͏ writer with a dramione hyperfixation ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏writing ͏͏ ͏& ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ rambles

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he loves me
“I thought of something tragic.” “Oh no.”
January 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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Fan of The Rookie?? Well I’m writing for it now !! Enjoy some Chenford smut <3

🔗 : archiveofourown.org/works/62107378
Ao3 screen Ao3 screen
January 10, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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Pansy & Harry
Tumble post from @firefox-official : “you seem hard to kill” “aw thank you.” “I haven't been killed yet” “to your knowledge” “what”
January 7, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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a little #dramione #wipwednesday for the new year <3
The last time he saw her was the last day of his trial. When she approached wearing a periwinkle sweater and a black pencil skirt, he thought that this was his execution, and this may be what angels look like. Not wings and a halo. But with frizzy hair and a stature that had become far too thin. He thought she would say every single negative thing he’d said to her. He thought she would point out each of his flaws. From the things he’d called her, to the things he believed about her. Instead she makes him sound like an unsung hero, someone in the ranks of those who deserved medals of honor. Not someone who was standing trial for the mistakes they’d made.
January 1, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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fuck it dramione hunger games au drabble / testing waters for a new writing style

note: this is NOT the hunger games fic i have coming out next year. this one is different.
December 28, 2024 at 8:46 PM
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without downloading new pics, what’s your energy going into 2025?
Hello kitty “sorry I got lipgloss on the blunt.”
December 28, 2024 at 7:52 PM
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Friends scene: happy Christmas Eve eve
December 23, 2024 at 7:45 PM
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talking stage things ✨
Just letting you know. I relate one of my favorite Taylor songs to you. If you ruin that I'II hunt you down.
December 23, 2024 at 5:47 AM
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bunny on microphone with caption that says "how it feels to post."
December 21, 2024 at 4:25 AM
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type “literally me characters” in pinterest and post 4
Pearl , Pearl Rachel Green, friends Alice . Alice in wonderland Tigger , Winnie the Pooh
December 20, 2024 at 9:35 PM
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craziest opening lines to a song ever
Griff’s “19th Hour.”
December 20, 2024 at 8:50 PM
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I’m burnt out brother
December 20, 2024 at 2:48 AM
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as his mouth latches onto her bra. Sucking at her nipple. ""My milk hasn't come in yet.. " she tries to clever, as a response he bites her tit and hard. Before sucking on the skin there and soothing it with his tongue. "when it does come in, I'm testing it... making sure it's acceptable for our son," he says with a casualty to his tone, murmuring the words against her nipple. She groans her head falling back, giving him room to touch wherever he wanted on her neck and chest. "Grind for me... please. It'll feel so good." he tells her. Like a command, Hermione snaps- pushing her weight against him over and over. The warmth of her cunt rubbing perfectly against him. He continues to work at her breasts, groaning into his chest as her hands move into his hair. The feeling of her fingers on him as he works at her, rutting like they this was the only thing they needed. Like this was air and Hermione was the supplier of all things holy. After paying equal attentention to both breasts he presses his forehead to hers. Pushing up and together like awkward puzzle pieces trying to connect His hands wander to wherever she can reach, setting them on her thighs to the back of her ass letting them sit between his hands. His fingers once again gravitate towards the puckered hole at the center. "You have the most perfect ass... the most perfect breast .... And I'm the only one who gets to see them, gets to taste them." "You want to taste my ass?" she asks with fire racing in her big brown eyes. " want to taste you everywhere. You're all I need. " he tells her curling his finger into the hole experimentally. "Youre all I want. You're all everyone wants and you're mine. Mine." he bites out the last words. "| was so lucky to get you as my wife through the ministry. So lucky they thought I was worthy." Moreso he was lucky they hadn't caught onto him messing with the results. Years of obsession deciding he was the only one for her. "Fate must really like us." he could hear the tease in his wife's voice. She didn't believe in fate or any of that. But time and time again he'd be the one testing the fates. And he'd make up for it their entire life together. He'd prove himself worthy. Even if the ministry had originslly thought it to be Potter.
December 19, 2024 at 1:22 AM
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want to see how sinful that thong makes your ass look." He tells her, watching as Hermione does give a small twirl. He's hard, the blood in his head moving downwards to his crotch as he sees her belly, uncovered and her ass cheeks on full display beneath the thin material. he uses a finger to motion her towards him in a 'come hither' moment. telling her to move forward. Her belly sits between his spread thighs, her breasts over the side slightly. Gods, he'd kill to feel them bare. But then where would the fun in that be? Moving aside the knickers away from the center, pulling the thong onto one cheek he lets his fingers grasp at the bronzed cheeks. ""'Gorgeous..." he murmurs letting his finger trail through her folds and crack. she wiggles at his movement, and he stalls her movements with a quick finger being entered into her before being pulled out. s half whimper, half shudder leaves her lips. "be a good girl and keep count for me." he says firmly before bringing his hand down. "one." She shudders "two-." She squeaks, these continue as she gasps. "and one for letting him touch you. He's not worthy of that. he wasn't worthy of you in school. He isn't now.' He says firmly, giving her ass one more slap. That had seemed to take a place in their marriage, them needing to prove the ministry right, that they would work. The ministry had put them together for a reason? Right? hermione breathes out the last number, "please.. " she pleads, grasping against the couch. With a chuckle Draco let's his finger move. Circling the rim of his wife's tight holy. Theyd done it once; and each time he remembered how bloody tight he felt he was in need of a cold shower. "not tonight." He tuts. "Be a good girl and climb on my lap. Straddle me. You know how I like it." He tells her with a smirk as she rises, his cock catches on faster than his brain that she hadn't fixed her thong. So the feeling of her bare ass against his thigh causes him to harden even more. It was painful, but he wasn't done with her yet. she does a test wiggle, grinding against his thigh just to see if it's comfortable. If his pregnant wife wanted to feel like royalty, he would act like her throne. Ready for him to sit and used as he pleased. he let's her continue her wiggling. His hand moving up to cup her bra before yanking the cups down. he takes pride in the gasp that escapes her.
December 19, 2024 at 1:22 AM
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'Potter has his hand on your back again.' he sends out. Watching her as she looks back at him, before turning back to the discussion in front of her. She looks frustrated, he can tell by the smidge of pink on the tips of her ears. 'He's being friendly. Didn't want me to talk to them alone.' of course she thought it was okay, that he wanted to be close to her whenever they were at these events. He didn't have the rights though. That was Dracos duty. ' a friendly man wouldn't put his hands on another man's wife. He better not touch you any further.' He says firmly. His jaw tensing as Hermione, his wife, the mother of /his/ heir leans against potter. They were friends, he shouldn't have been jealous. But anyone saw how especially delicious his six month pregnant wife was. Her belly covered in a silver dress that made her look like a gift. What man hadnt wanted to leave their prints on someone as divine as the golden girl and a savior. Yet /he/ was the one who got to touch her. He was the one who had gotten to hear every orgasm that left her body. HE was the one to put the child growing in her INTO HER. Potter murmurs something, his eyes going down to Hermione's. She nods, leading his hands to her belly to let him feel the kick. Draco sees red, marching over and gently places his hand on her shoulder. "We should go. We have that medi witch meeting in the am," he comments. Feeling Hermione's breath hitch ~ As soon as they're through the floo from the ministry to their bedroom, he sits down. Staying quiet the whole time. He keeps his eyes on her. “Remember your safe words," he instructs her before patting his thighs. "Dress off, arse up." He instructs watching as she unzips the dress, the material falls to the floor and she's left in a pair of green panties and a matching bra. She's a gift always but this time of year seeing her in the clothes he bought her was better than anything under the tree. He'd accept her under the tree, not this year though. He didn't want her onto the floor while carrying their son. She goes lift the bra off and he stops her. "Not yet. Just the dress." And he motions for her. He moves a finger, "give me a little twirl. I
December 19, 2024 at 1:22 AM
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⠀
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⠀⠀⠀BOND.

dhr / marriage law + obsession / testing out the waters for a plot / don’t read if triggered by pregnancy.

A/N: I'm not sorry. This is halfway tame though. Kind of.
bond. by @ravenflorals @RAVENFLORALS WARNINGS This fic has usages of breeding kink, spanking, anal fingering for a moment, and spanking, and dry humping. If you read it and get offended. Don't read it. :)
December 19, 2024 at 1:22 AM
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to add on : a look into the Pinterest and Spotify for said fic
Pinterest board Spotify
December 18, 2024 at 7:47 PM
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peep right under the seatbelt, i thought it was fine but apparently my conservative ass hometown wanted a reason to fight.
woman
December 18, 2024 at 7:25 PM
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happy wip Wednesday ~

here’s a bit from the longer fic I’m working on :)
As she works to put on the gloves Michael explains what they know thus far. Signs of struggle were shown in the arms and legs, blood drained through a cut down the center of the chest, and hair cut to the shoulder with dull scissors. God looking at the dead was never easy. Even years later it made her feel numb. This was someone's daughter —— they'd watched them grow up and cheered them on. Now they were on a table in the middle of a morgue. Gloves on, she allows herself to examine the person on the slab. “It looks like whoever did this wanted her to be in as much pain as possible before he finally let her go,” she said looking at the marks. They were a little too familiar. The depth, the angle, the dig. If Bellatrix hadn’t died all those years ago, Hermione would believe this to be her doing. She would have guessed it came from the same dagger that had cut her open and haunted her sleep. There were things she wasn’t over, that she didn’t think she’d ever be over. And this was one of those things. An ever flowing reminder that people would always define her by that word. Corner’s brows furrow, “why do you say that?” he asks. Trying to see if there was perhaps something he had missed to delay the autopsy. Hermione knew they needed a cause of death. But she also thought of a reason for living. Who was she? What was her story? What was her name? Corner's brows furrow, "why do you say that?" he asks. Trying to see if there was perhaps something he had missed to delay the autopsy. Hermione knew they needed a cause of death. But she also thought of a reason for living. Who was she? What was her story? What was her name? Letting her fingers scan over the body ever so slightly, their victim who still remained a Jane Doe lay still on the table. She doesn't look any older than nineteen, someone who had their whole life in front of them. "I know because the angle of the slices are familiar." She moves her hand off the deceased, covering her back up to give her a little dignity that she hadn't been given in life. She turns to Corner, lifting her sleeve. Her scar from Bellatrix was still standing out against her skin. The man across from her gasps, but the look he wears on his face is calm. He's showing respect towards her. "You never talk about it," he tells her.
December 18, 2024 at 7:22 PM
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YALL.
Fake dating for the holidays I triple dog dare you
December 18, 2024 at 12:05 AM
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dhr . ministry era . smut . Forced proximity, dry humping ~

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It took until the age of twenty-five for it to click. The reason Hermione always tried to hard was because she was /good/. She liked to be /good/.

The perfect imagine of an Angel, with ribbons in her hair

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@ sadlyhiraeth on tumblr No one will ever be able to knock the wind out of me again. Not like that. Not like you. —— Excerpt from "Thank You" by Trista Mateer (via sonoyasays) Hands grasping sheets
December 17, 2024 at 12:22 AM
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If I were to say this is my Ron and Hermione fic cast …
Rachel and Kit Rachel and Kit
December 16, 2024 at 9:33 PM
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INTERESTING .. I may have something
Monster sex - July Ribbon - let’s forget it ever happened Lust potion
December 16, 2024 at 8:07 AM
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who wants to come to my wedding and apparently my funeral
married dead
December 16, 2024 at 7:13 AM
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i have a larger project i'm working on through january which means i wont be posting long boys ( aka fics to ao3 ) soooo does anyone want to join in my taylor challenge on here? I'm writing something small each day based on these taylor songs? i'm doing dhr only personally.
December 16, 2024 at 3:44 AM