#spicetober

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕊𝕌𝔾𝔸ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕊ℙ𝕀ℂ𝔼

Summary:

He'd never tasted anything so sweet as her.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Second prompt: Sweet

Notes:

For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Second prompt: Sweet A short and sweet drabble. Hope you enjoy. :3

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Draco Malfoy had gone native. With a muggleborn girlfriend who straddled the two words of magic and muggle, he’d learned to use many electrical devices. His favourite was the espresso machine.

And it was the perfect season for his favourite beverage: pumpkin spice lattes.

Hermione let out a startled noise and he looked over at her. She was sitting in a window alcove in the apartment they shared, nose buried in her book, arms hugging her knees. Enthralled and immersed in her reading.

Draco watched her, a soft smile on his face. The beautiful, autumn view outside her window, enchanting and distracting to most people, but not nearly as enticing to the bookworm with a good book, snuggled up in her reading nook.

All she needed was a good drink. He hummed to himself as he finished making the drink in question. For over an hour she’d been sitting there, ignoring him. He’d learned not to take it personally anymore but sometimes he needed a different kind of sugar from her.

Draco tapped the desk next to her and placed the latte, getting her attention. She frowned at him before noticing the drink then smiled and took a sip, sighing with contentment. Hermione gave him a smile and thank-you then went right back to her book. Brows creasing, he leant down and tilted his head to kiss her. Draco tasted honey and pumpkin, delving into her mouth, enticed by the flavours.

“Ah-ah,” she said, pulling away. “I’m reading.”

Draco laughed and shook his head. “Okay, fine. I can take a hint. You can tell me all about your new book later.”

She nodded without looking up. He kissed the crown of her head, still tasting the spices from the pumpkin spice latte. Every inch of her really was so sweet.

[spiceandrose]

Day 16: NPC Been sick most of the week but got caught up on a lot of prompts yesterday! 😥 This is Layna-- the firecracker Drunken Master Tiefling who runs the Hero's Guild in our D&D game! My group has given her many headaches, but it's nothing a good drink or bathhouse excursion can't fix! . . . #inktober #inktober2018 #girly #autumn #spicetober #fantasy #tiefling #dnd5e #homebrew #dnd #tabletop #dndart #drawing #spicerose #idahoartist #geekgirl #illustration #ttrpg #tabletopgaming #demongirl #inkdrawing #horns #fantasyart https://www.instagram.com/p/BpN5CaFg9Zd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9fqdf8lz1d5i

[emmalouisefanfiction]

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕃𝔸𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ

Summary:

They were just friends. That's what he kept telling himself. But she was so very warm under his hands. And he would never do this for any of his other friends.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Eleventh prompt: Tease

Notes:

Hope you enjoy. :3

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Just friends. That’s what he’d told everyone. He was just friends with Hermione Granger.

Draco repeated these words to himself as he agreed to join their respective friends in a group trip to a muggle beach. As Hermione gave him a flirtatious smile in greeting. As she shimmied out of her tight jeans and tiny shirt, revealing an emerald green two-piece bikini that had him drooling.

They were just friends… just…. Goodness. Draco’s mouth hung open as the woman in question turned away from him and bent over, looking for something in her bag. Pert. Fuck. Her arse was perfect. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Draco sat, spellbound, watching Hermione Granger’s bum wiggle in front of him. Then she was sitting on her beach towel and rubbing some muggle lotion on her skin.

Draco cleared his throat. “There’s a spell for that.”

“I prefer doing it this way.”

“I bet you do,” he mumbled under his breath.

She glanced at him and licked her lips. “I can’t reach my back…”

“Granger.”

She either couldn’t or wouldn’t hide her grin.

“Can you do me?”

Fuck.

She was doing this on purpose. Granger grabbed his hand in hers. Her fingers were moist from the cream as she curled them into his palm, making him tremble.

“Please?”

Then his hands were on her. Rubbing. Feeling her body warm under his touch. He shifted into a more comfortable position as she moaned softly. She leant into his touch and wriggled herself closer. The woman had no tact but the edge of her bum against his legs was doing things to him, nonetheless.

“Thank-you,” she said when he handed the lotion back, body flushed and face red.

He was going to have to get her back for this. “Tease.”

She laughed.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊ℂ𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝔼ℝ

Summary:

He always knew her scent. And she always got off on it.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Fourth prompt: Aroma

Notes:

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Draco Malfoy had a good sense of smell. He could pick the light smell of a single grain of rice in his girlfriend’s kimchi and egg salad. So when he lowered his mouth to her cunt, and inhaled deeply, he was overwhelmed with more than just her scent. Vanilla. Lavender. Rose. She’d taken a bath recently. He kissed her nether lips softly and she wriggled underneath him. Impatient and desperate. Shivering at the slight touch.

“You smell so good.”

“I just had a shower.”

“Hm. A bath.”

He was positive about that. The minx always tried to trick him.

“A bubble bath.”

“Scented candles?”

Hermione nodded and whinnied as he kissed her again. She got off on him trying to guess what oils she’d used. He parted her lips, head between her legs, and blew onto her.

She shuddered. “Draco…”

He chuckled against her skin, and peppered kisses along the lips of her labia before diving in as she wanted, prodding, suckling, licking. She cried his name when he added a few fingers, curling his digits up towards her g-spot as he thrusted.

“Lavender,” he groaned, rubbing his nose along her clitoris.

“Yes,” she breathed.

He inhaled again, making a show of discovering what he already knew. “Vanilla.”

She wiggled again. “Yes.”

Draco paused, swiping his tongue along her slit, enjoying the way she whined, bucked and groaned. This never got old. She pressed her cunt to his face, silently begging for more.

“Rose,” he growled into her cunt.

“Fuck yes!”

And with that she was done. The aroma of her covered his face. Not lavender, not vanilla, not rose; unequivocally and unrepentantly her .

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝔽𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕐 ℂ𝕃𝕌𝔹

Summary:

Sick and tired of watching Draco avoid the woman he's been pining for, Pansy decides to drag him to her Sex Club to indulge in Hermione Granger.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Ninth prompt: Masks

Notes:

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Pansy Parkinson owned a Fantasy Club. Men and women came to her to enact fantasies and tonight, the women were photographed masked and naked for their stranger’s choosing. It was all consensual and forms were filled out on preferences.

Draco fingered the photo on the top of the pile.

Pansy made sure to put the one of Granger on the top. She was banking on Hermione’s hair drawing his attention first. Plump lips next. Perfect body afterwards. No way would Draco pass her over.

Draco slid the photo away.

Pansy groaned.

“I thought you might choose this one,” she said, holding Granger’s moving photo up to his face.

Draco’s ears tinged pink and he lowered his eyes.

“What is the problem?”

“It’s too much like her .”

“You mean the woman you’ve been pining for?”

He cleared his throat and Pansy watched in delight as a myriad of emotions darkened his face. “It’ll never be her.”

Right. He didn’t want to be reminded of the real deal while partaking in a fake. And she was well aware he thought Granger hated him. He wouldn’t listen to reason so this was Pansy’s last ditch attempt to get them in a room together.

She sighed. “The whole point of this is to indulge your fantasies, Draco.” She shoved Granger’s photo at him. “Go indulge.”

He gripped the photo tightly, forcing himself to look at it as the woman sucked her thumb and pinched her nipple. She really did look like Granger. And her perfect tits were just how he imagined they would be. “Fuck it.”

Pansy grinned as he tucked the photo in his shirt and strode into the adjoining room, ready to meet his masked girl. She chuckled. “He’s all yours, Granger.”

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

𝕆ℕ 𝔽𝕀ℝ𝔼

Summary:

She wasn't burning but her whole body was on fire. And Draco was determined to make it feel good.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Twenty-fourth prompt: Candle(s)

Notes:

They're consensual but still, mind the tags. Enjoy. :3

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“Are you sure you want this?”

“I trust you,” Hermione said, keeping her head buried in the pillows on their bed.

Draco smiled at that. Anything they did or used could be healed, and made nonflammable as he explored her naked body. But he trusted she was being honest about this.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, please . Burn me.”

He tipped the candle in his hand and the flame flickered. Gravity kept it upright but the edges seared the air above her bare back.

She jolted at the first sensation of the fire touching her. A fear response that soon fell away as she got into her pleasure zone. He was careful. More careful than he’d ever been with his girlfriend. Hermione trusted him to burn her just right. She arched into the heat.

She was murmuring, “please, please,” over and over. Chanting his name as he carried the flame to more sensitive areas. Pleasing the delicate pain receptors with the fire. Gently. Creating the sensation of burning along her skin as pleasure rather than pain. With a few added, modified spells to keep it safe but inflamed, he had her wet in seconds.

“Good girl,” he praised her as she came undone.

The wax was now pooling into her skin, creating a delicious pink tinge on her light skin. But they weren’t done. There were plenty of other parts of her to burn, after all.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

ℙ𝕆ℕ𝕐 ℙ𝕃𝔸𝕐

Summary:

His view was perfect. She looked so good on all fours. She wanted him to ride her so hard.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Seventh prompt: Leather

Notes:

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Draco could never have conjured a more beautiful sight than the one in front of him. His girlfriend, positioned on all fours on the floor, her arse in the air. Her legs parted. His cock sliding along the outside of her puckered hole.

Hermione pushed back at him as he gripped the mock reins in his hands. The leather was tight against her skin. Cold. Detached. Soft. And uncomfortable. Okay, there might be a tiny bit of pain. But as Hermione pushed back against Draco, his hips rocking against hers, she didn’t seem to care.

Fuck.

The bridle that was restraining her head had been custom made for her. And it had been her idea. She was going to be the death of him.

She arched her back. “Fuck me, Draco. Please!” Her voice was muffled through the bit. The mouthpiece. But he understood every word.

He slapped her butt as he thrust his hips at her arse and she whinnied, almost falling on her face. From the pain or the pleasure he didn’t know. He tugged on the reins with one hand, jerking her head back.

“You like that?” He asked, when she made a nonsensical sound of excitement.

“Mm-hm.” She rotates her hips, trying to find his cock as he continues to keep it away from where she wants it.

Done with that particular tease, Draco gripped his cock and rubbed it along her pussy, and shoved his way inside her. Hermione cried out. He started thrusting immediately, using his free hand to steady himself against her. Draco leant over her as he pounded into her, whispering in her ear all the dirty thoughts going through his head.

Eventually, she cried her release. The leather of the horse’s reins squeezing and tormenting her cunt.

“Good girl,” he purred.

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𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔹𝔹𝕃𝔼

ℝ𝔼𝕎𝔸ℝ𝔻

Summary:

He thought she wanted the fire. It made her wet. But this time, Hermione was more interested in having his mouth do the work.   For The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Spicetober challenge on Discord. Thirty-first prompt: Treat   Is a continuation of prompt 24, here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60033301

Notes:

The final prompt and last for this series! Thankyou so much to everyone who read any of these drabbles.💚 Mind the tags and enjoy! :3

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The fire was now a punishment. He kept it close to her skin, aching to burn her. But she seemed to have different ideas. Draco cast Incarcerous as Hermione wriggled on the bed. There was nothing more beautiful than a naked Hermione, pouting. Waiting for him to devour her.

“Remember your safe word, love?”

She nodded. He leant down to kiss her quickly, then grabbed the lit candle.

“Trick or treat?”

The flame flickered, biting at her skin and she squirmed.

“Love?”

“Treat.” She gasped as he dipped his mouth to her cunt. Sucking on her clit. The hand holding the candle swayed with the momentum but he made no move to correct it. Hermione whimpered as it burned her.

“Good girl,” he purred, licking up her slit. Draco tore his mouth from her. Teeth raking over her sensitive lips. She arched her body, crying at the pain.

She was going to be the death of him.

“Treat,” she murmured again, gasping, and without having to be asked.

“Are you sure?” He knew how much she’d loved the fire play. But Hermione seemed intent on her reward this time. She was desperate for his mouth on her cunt. Fuck.

“Love?” Draco lowered the fire to her belly.

She squealed. “Treat!”

He tutted. “So disappointing. So predictable.”

But he lowered his mouth to feast once more. Because he couldn’t get enough of this part either.