#hpdm
enjoyer || 21 • mdni || draco is a bottom argue with the wall || noncon dead dove imma eat that shit up || will not engage to shitwars just block me
self indulgent prompts and short threads i might pick up someday to rewrite or finish writing
[tw: dead dove noncon, somnophilia, blasphemy, incest, plushophilia, suicide tendencies, bitching, bdsm, other tags ppl may find triggering, just dont read]
theo smirking smugly up at a seething harry, a cute little whiney draco perched up on his lap cuddling into him while he's drunk at one of those weekend unity parties at the 8th year common room
draco rejecting harry cus he's short and skinny and so not his type, and then one summer passed and he's slamming his head on the wall cus harry somehow grew a few good inches and is now towering over him, his shoulders wide with his arms so deliciously muscled.—
top actor harry meeting his cute little fanboy draco, taking him out on a 'friendly date' as a 'fan service' after the blonde asked for a picture when he chanced him in public.
draco couldn't help it, harry is such a gentleman he couldn't have said no to the date.—
9 year old harry being infatuated with the pretty blonde boy living across their family rest house while on vacation and follows him around like a lost puppy the entire stay at the beach house cus he could spend the entirety of his life just looking at the boy—
when harry presented as an alpha in a middlr of an argument with draci, his rut was so strong and uncontrollable, his magic crackling and injuring people around him, his lust insatiable as he pounces unto draco, no one could pry the poor blonde away from the rutting alpha—
auror harry would later find a relic left by the dark lord's terror in the form of his ex school rival frozen in a crystalized avada kedavra spell, so delicately woven into his form that draco malfoy's body retained it's beauty even after 7 years of being left as it was.—
draco adopting a black rabbit he found randomly by the hallway, it was so tiny and fluffy, draco couldn't help himself but dote on it, he loved the little fluff of cotton and spoiled it rotten—
"they look so angry, does everyone look at you that way?" eight year old draco to post war draco ig
maybe scorpius to his kind and lovely papa the first time his father brought him to town to buy his first year school books.
bunny boy harry following around and trying to breed human draco, who basically adopted him for months before he learned that the cute little black rabbit that he picked up by the lake is not only a human, but a griffindor, and is harry potter.—
hng, omega draco lactating so much he ends up saving it to send to single dad harry taking care of his kid as his weekly good did check box, not knowing harry also drinks his breast milk cus it's just so tasty🤭
omega draco being sentenced to a life of service in a brothel where harry immediately buys him out off after hearing about it before anyone else could touch him—
it was well after a few weeks after the dark lord's fall, and harry potter is finally standing before draco malfoy.
"no, you are not leaving me." he whispers by his grave, hands shaking as he clutched the intricate marble tombstone where a beautiful cursive font—
a few drinks in the slytherin dorms and a nasty little dare from pansy and draco is now drooling drunkenly over the dick of the boy he rejected last summer.
his slender fingers deep in his holes as his eyes watered from how good it is to have harry's dick choking him.
#hpdm
absolute creep bully 5th year harry who was raised by a single dad james harassing cute little 3rd year draco cus his dad said malfoys' are trash and deserves to be treated as such, so he does.
but draco is pretty—he's too pretty that harry just couldn't help himself.—
i want a beautiful draco malfoy oblivious abt his pretty privilege and thinks that he only always gets his way because he's a malfoy, but really, it's just because he's so gorgeous that no one could say no to that face (cus everyone is me in this context)
coquettish draco using his pretty face and feminine charms to make harry choose him over his friends who's been warning him about the devilish little malfoy heir
#hpdm
no magic au smut
tw: dead dove noncon
it was just like every other day and draco was almost falling asleep standing up on a crowded train after a rough day of classes when he felt it, a hand snaking up his waist, huge hands holding him firmly making his skin crawl—
draco filing a divorce with harry when he found out he slept with someone else on a fancy gala in honor of the savior while draco was busy taking care of their children.—
harry hexing draco into a fuck toy.
limbless pocket sized draco living in harry's trunk with multiple complicated locking and alarm charms casted into it.
the slytherin dorms in chaos because he's been missing for weeks but he's all the way to the griffindor dorms—
#hpdm
#drarry
smut just literal dead dove smut
incel serial killer harry targeting women and mistook draco as one and almost killed him too cus he just be so pretty.—
harry digging up draco's corpse after he was given the kiss, harry draping the slytherin's corpse in beautiful silks and places flowers around his body like a beautiful art piece then jerks off to the sight of draco's almost sleep like stillness—
poor miserable post-war draco falling all over his feet to please the only man who would tolerate him.
he doesn't care that harry has a girlfriend that he loved so dearly, he doesn't mind if harry just used him for sex, as long as harry still wants him for something, it's okay.—
aaah draco who is progressively loosing his sight and harry who watches closely across the room as he does.
harry losing his mind over draco seeing past him like he wasn't there in front of him, like they didn't spent all their life straining to see each other's face.
im enamored by sad draco, the draco with no hope for the future, the one that takes pain as penance, draco who sits in the great hall poking at his food instead of consuming it, my beautiful draco who cries himself to sleep, curled in on himself with cuts so deep on his wrists.
harry began being clingy and protective of the blonde, biting and scratching other students (mostly hot eyed blokes) and draco finds it adorable, not knowing it's not his pet just having a soft spot for his human, and instead, it was harry not liking to share his draco.
draco wearing this in a ministry held gala as his first appearance in public after the war to catch him some rich and influential husband to help restore their family name.
he came home with the ww's most sought after bachelor, the savior himself.
i refuse to shut up about alpha or enigma harry bitching alpha draco against his will, the slytherin crying through it from the betrayal cus he thought harry finally wanted to be friends with him when he was approached by the savior the day after he presented, thought harry—
well, he could seethe into incendio all he want, it was him who chose a girl over the prettiest blondie in britain.
theo just took his chance when he could and he's not fucking it up like the golden boy did.
anyway, draco was forced to present as an omega in face of harry's potent rut, he was crying and afraid of the alpha when he woke up and it took harry months to even approach his bonded omega without the blonde flinching or taking off.
harry was loving the way the slytherin dotes on him, he loved receiving his unconditional love, loved how draco spends so much time with him that he eventually falls in love with the blonde.—
through the windows, draco is already wrecked, debauched and broken.
dried tear tracks that adorned his beautiful face, eyes staring somewhere, abused body curled into a ball as he lay on his side, listening to his idol's movements as he leave for his scheduled commercial shoot.
okay but
#drarry
prompt! (i might write it if i get the time)
little alpha draco catching the eye of the 6th year slytherin alpha prefect harry and being lowkey bullied and manipulated into agreeing to be bitched by the prefect.
then harry drugged the boy and took him to one of his penthouses to rape the pretty thing whilst he cried for him for reprieve.
"sto—please, s-stop." draco sobbed into his shoulder, body shaking from exhaustion and oversensitivity.
warewolf harry x draco—no plot, just literal smut hehe ♦°•.
draco following harry one afternoon when he happens to see him sneaking around suspiciously on the corridor unaware that the griffindor is a warewolf and is trying to find an isolated place for the full moon,—
"I have been second to (ginny) my whole life to you, and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.
I won't-i won't do it.
Not when i've spent my entire life loving you."
something something angst and some grovelling eps later then scorpius🤭
they were the loveliest pair indeed, even more lovelier than the sun bathed horizon with it's patches of endless wildflowers and grass fields that dances along the summer breeze that day harry's little heart was stolen by a certain pretty blonde.
"i thought you wanted me to do this, darling" harry purred into the writhing boy's ear.
"thought you said you'd do anything for me, cupcake?" harry mocked and gave a hard, deep thrust, earning a pained moan from the blonde.—
the git had the gall to blatantly ask him to let him be bred by his rival, of all people.
"you're bollocks, potter, did you even stopped to think that i am male and therefore could not bare your children?" exasperated, draco pushed the griffindor, yet again, away from his body.—
he violated the boy all through the night until the draco stopped crying, stopped struggling, stopped begging, he just stared at the true face of his idol.
his devious smirk and his crazed eyes hungrily consuming his entirety.
when the first rays of the morning sun slithered—
"please.." the poor boy begged as his vision bloomed with dark spots, limbs going limp.
harry kept roughly thrusting in and out of the poor abused and bleeding hole of the pretty blonde, his long slender legs that rests over his shoulders jerks at his every move.—
now everytime draco brings the milk supplies and chats for a while, harry can't take his eyes off his tits, wondering how it would feel to suck those precious delicious milk directly from his nips.
his lovely omega that spits poisonous insults at him for protecting(isolating) him from the world, it's okay though, he looks so cute when he's mad like this, he'll soon understand that harry just wants to protect a pretty omega from everyone and everything that wants to hurt him
harry agreed, but was already plotting on how he could get draco pregnant with their third child and have another wedding set by autumn as he listens to draco babble about the divorce procedures.
is ingraved with the slytherin prince's name.
"you are mine, you cannot run from me!" harry's hands frantically grabbed at the soil, digging with his bare hands, eyes wide with disbelief and denial.
"get up! get up draco!" he shouted, a sob escaping his throat.
the boy is so pretty, with his soft silky white blonde locks, his cute round rosy cheeks that puffs out adorably when he pouts out his small cherry pillow lips, and his ethereal mischievous silvery gaze—
the unpresented boy was fucked and bitten for days, his wails and cries were heard day and night from the locked classroom that harry presented at and started his rut on, the professors sealing the room for the safety of other students, unable to take draco away from—
a ravenous and dangerous alpha, and a little close to a week since then, harry breaks down the ward in tears with an unconscious draco malfoy in his arms, asking for help because he fucked the poor pup till he was broken in.
his body littered in purple and blue bruises,—
sight if the other, the smell of jasmine and soft powder permeating harry's senses as the blonde smiled brightly at him before taking the flowers from the combusting ravenette and kissed those heated red painted cheeks—
both mothers quick to setting up playdates for them when harry, without a second thought, collected some pretty wild flowers of pinks and lilacs and crossed the streets to introduce himself and give the flowers to the prettiest boy he's seen with his cheeks burning red at the—
slender neck wearing his own blood and his hips probably dislocated, a broken arm and both ankles limp from a positively broken bones.
it was a miracle the blonde was even breathing at that point when he was finally settled into the infirmary.
shaking, harry fell to his knees as he let the image of draco submerged in an unforgivable curse consume him.
he thought he was dead, with not even a strand of his hair found, he thought he was vanished out of existence by voldemort, but no.
he's here.
right in front of him.
harry has never seen anyone this beautiful and he swears to himself that he would one day marry the pretty boy that first time his eyes caught sight of him
james slut shamming draco because his supposedly straight son is blabbering about this pretty blonde boy with beautiful pale grey eyes after his first day at school.
harry is not gay, that malfoy brat is just a slut and it's distracting his son.
oh, how he loved his little sounds and the way his small body writhes whenever he crowds him at the wall, feeling up his crotch for fun.
his big round doe eyes glassy with tears looking up at him as his pink little lips wobbles.
harry couldn't get enough of it.
drarry courting where harry is comissioning artisans left and right to get the most elaborate and ethereal accessories that would suit draco's beauty, he puts them on draco himself during visits so he have an excuse to touch him
his long statuesque limbs outstretched in a beautiful orchestrated manner, as if he was posed by a renowned artist.
his angelic face, a picture of grief and beauty.
his slender body, naked and submerged in the darkness of the green crystal.
harry was in awe.—
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggy, upside down, body devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me & I'd still ride.
it's been seven years, and harry thought he would never see his school rival again, yet here he was, a being of masterpiece in front of him.
so hauntingly beautiful and mesmerizing, he could cry.
and so he did.—
gently reaching out into the crystal, as he gazed at draco's timeless beauty.
he looked young, like he was sixteen, and he is.
in his beautiful crystal cage, he stayed sixteen even after seven years has passed.—
but none of his friends were surprised when months passed and harry is practically falling over his feet for anything draco asks of him like a dedicated husband to his lovely trophy wife—
heart stop, it was a brief moment, but he understood.
he has no place left in harry's life.
not as his friend, not as his rival, not even as his toy.
he's nothing.
so he left.
draco is sooo naive about muggles he ended up in those shady massage parlor in his first trip to muggle city and got rped and he didn't even know he did, he thought it was some type of weird painful muggle massage using others penis.
harry watching in seething anger as draco just ducked his head down and smiled so kindly and so lovely down at him as he ushers him away from the other wizards, whispering his quiet apologies in the wind.
couldn't help his hands that slips up his skirt that he bullies him to wear just to laugh at him and call him a 'slut that would bend for anyone'.
couldn't help grabbing his long hair roughly from the back whenever he sees him in the hallway, just to hear his pained gaps.—
just thinking about those makes harry want to chain the blonde down in a room in his house with layers of wards to keep him safe, he's not obsessed, of course he isn't, he's just looking out for his former classmate and rival—
he couldn't careless about anything else, the money it costs, the public opinion, the slytherin's protest, he can't have anyone touching draco and he doesn't know why he feels like that, like could kill if that ever happened—
everything that draco wants, he gets, everything except his freedom anyway, cus harry thinks that he's too vulnerable for freedom, what if some alpha took him? what if he was taken back to the brothel? what if the angry witches and wizards try to hurt him?—
and harry almost gives in, and he does grew fond of draco in the weeks of him being an onahole, but harry don't want to turn him back.
he wanted to keep him.
maybe, in the future he would turn him back, when he's sure draco wouldn't run away from him.
harry taping draco's boypussy with a muggle tape and then fucking his other hole brutally just to watch the blonde writhing from harry's dick penetrating his too tight, tighter hole.
my draco's wardrobe consists of only dainty slip dresses cus he's a true lana del rey vinyl coquette girly
in all honesty tho he could really have been a lana girl djsbjsbsns
they were supposed to stop for ice cream as his papa promised, but scorpius didn't want to see people being mean to his beautiful papa any longer so he asked to go home and just play quidditch with his papa in the woods near their little cottage.
harry shrugs it off as his saviour complex acting up for a former classmate who he practically grew up with and just not wanting him to service alphas he didn't want to as a punishment for his crimes—
maybe even from time traveller young harry when he was assigned to be looked after by a lot kinder and softer and quiet draco than he remembers from his timeline.
his little heart shattering everytime someone would sneer some insult in draco's beautiful face,—
harry has a creepy obsession over draco's pert pink nipples.
it started when he saw draco in the showers after a quidditch game, his body wet, glistening with beads of water, the room flooded with the smell of his shampoo and it was heavenly.—
wounded veela draco crashed on an isolated island where the whole village ended up worshipping draco as a goddess cus he's so ethereally beautiful with his otherworldly downy pair of silvery wings, white long hair, glittering alabaster skin and alluring moonstone eyes
he'd be harry's favorite toy constantly full of his dick and cum.
it's been weeks and his mouthy self that previously spout insult now prays and begs for him to turn him back and to stop using him like this everytime harry opens the trunk to use him.—
after getting his fill, harry merrily walked back home to his apartment leaving a traumatized and utterly used draco by the ground, laying in a pool of cum and blood, gazing uselessly into nothing.
being fucked and used by harry james potter as his onahole every night and every free time the chosen one have.
he's so helpless and small and limbless, but he's still loud and mouthy even as a fuck toy that harry constantly double cast silencing charms everytime he masturbates—
fucking his cock into the cold body every night while weeping and crying as he press loving kisses unto the cold skin, clutching the body tightly to his own as he fell asleep beside the cold corpse of draco malfoy.
when he realized the pretty little thing sobbing beneath him was not a girl, but a boy, he quickly changed gears and fuxked him instead of murdering the pretty blonde.—
that was, until harry decided, he'd have enough to play, and then draco realized that he gave the meager pieces he has left of himself to the man he loved.
he was there, standing by the altar, waiting for his bride, for ginny, for someone so far apart from who he is as a person—
oh my lonely and pathetic postwar s♦icidal draco crying by harry's feet when he was caught sh-ing in myrtle's bathroom begging him to keep it a secret while harry tries to hold his wrist and stop the bleeding