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firewhiskeyficTitle: Is this a butt plug or a bath toy? CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT!!!!!
Author: that’s me!glittering_git
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) YES
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Draco/Harry; Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompts used: ALL (hopefully?!) lol no but it’s up to you to see which prompts are used!!
Summary: Arthur Weasley thinks plugs are just another kind of childrens’ bath toy but Draco knows better.
Rating/Warnings: E, blow jobs, butt plugs
Word count: 1570
Author's Notes (if any): Umm, please enjoy this humble offering?! Idk if it makes any sense--I didn’t proofread it at all so *shrugs innocently*
Brainstorming:
P.L.U.G. standing for some kind of acronym, Arthur thinking butt plugs are for something exciting and not what they are for and everyone is like WTF and maybe there’s drarry somehow and someway in this
okay so it has to feature some kind of Daddy kink I just can’t help myself with that, y’know?! what if Molly has a daddy kink? but how does the rest of it fit in? These are the questions we have to ask ourselves as we go in on this project
Drarry, Draco having to work in the
Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office is where Draco has to work as part of his sentence and he brings home something from their office to ~tinker~ with, or at least that’s he told Arthur but he really isn’t totally naive and knows what a butt plug is okay, he knows, he’s not naive. How do I put in Ottery St. Catchpole? maybe they’re staying in the area bc it’s a big event for the weasleys but D didn’t want to stay in the burrow for fear of the Weasley’s/not wanting to intrude too much but yeah, of course there’s some kind of daddy kink bc this is firewhiskey and I have to write bad porn or who am I even? this is about my representation
Draft:
Draco knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didnt’ care. The Ministry already had his time, his energy, his working days from 9am sharp until 6pm—they didn’t deserve this, too.
He looked around the office, but it was well past 6:30 and everyone of importance had already left, including and especially, Arthur Weasley. Draco didn’t understand why Arthur Weasley had been brought in to specifically oversee him in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office when he’d been promoted out of the position. It didn’t make sense. Did the big, bad Death Eater warrant such royal treatment from the Muggle expert himself? Apparently so. Merlin’s tits.
In an unlikely spirit of generosity, Draco could admit that Weasley wasn’t the worst boss. Despite all the reasons he’d have to hate Draco and be extremely petty, or even downright rude, he treated Draco the same as the other employees—which was more than Draco could say for anyone else in the Office, who, on even the best of days, could barely look Draco in the eyes.
It’s not like he blamed them—he had a hard time looking himself in the mirror most days.
But Arthur was unexpectedly kind, and Draco hated how it made him feel. People weren’t supposed to be kind, not to him, not after what he’d done.
Stop that right now, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Harry’s said. Draco smiled, despite his melodramatic thoughts and turned to the task at hand: sneaking these plugs out of the Ministry. Arthur had thought they’d been bath toys, similar to his much-beloved rubber duck. Draco hadn’t had the heart to point out that they were a sex toy, a fact he only knew from watching Muggle porn with Harry. No one else in the department had corrected him either, but that was probably because they didn’t know. So, they’d labelled the plugs as “children’s bath toys” and placed them with the rubber ducks, which Harry had found hilarious when Draco had told him.
Harry hadn’t asked him to steal the plugs, but Draco had thought he’d find it funny, and he was trying to do things that’d make Harry laugh because he hadn’t been laughing enough.
For all of Draco’s worry, walking out with the plugs was as easy as taking sugar quills from a particularly smart baby (not that Draco really had opinions on the intelligence of babies) and he exited the Ministry with no one the wiser.
The journey back to his flat, well, it was technically their flat wasn’t long and soon, Draco was walking through the front door to a familiar scene: Harry sprawled across their green velvet couch, asleep from a long day at work. Draco smiled widely, having no one to hide it from, and walked over to the couch, revelling in the opportunity to marvel at Harry, which he knew made him a sap, but he didn’t care, not really.
He couldn’t help himself from running his hands gently through Harry’s hair, which was soft through his fingers.
“Draco?” Harry asked sleepily, arching into his touch.
“It’s me,” he replied stupidly.
“You’re back late.”
“I brought you a present.” Harry’s eyes lit up at that, just like Draco knew they would. He was easy, and Draco wasn’t mad about it. It made it that much easier to spoil him, which was something he’d never grow tired of doing.
“What’d you bring me?” Harry sprung up, hands already reaching for Draco’s pockets.
“Patience, patience.” Draco held up his hands in mock anger. “If you’d wait just one minute…” but Harry was already wrapping Draco in a hug, and Draco could nothing but melt into it. Lucius Malfoy had never been one for hugs but Harry’d quickly showed him teh benefits of them—and it turned out they’d both been pretty tocou-starved. Figured two boys raised to fight on opposite sides of a wawr maybe wouodn’t have had the best childhoods, huh?
Harry moved his hands lower, to Draco’s ample arse, and Draco laughed into Harry’s neck. “That’s not where they are, although I won’t say no to a little groping between friends.”
“Friends?” Harry pulled away, teasing. “Is that what we are?”
“Fine, what’s a little groping between boyfriends?”
“I’ll show you a little groping,” Harry growled, pushing his hips forward.
“If you give me one second, I’ll show you a good time.” Draco forced his hips away from Harry’s with great effort. He moved his briefcase between them and paused for dramatic effect. After he’d felt like he’d waited long enough, he withdrew the plugs with fanfare. The first was a purple silicone flared plug, not too big, not too small. The second was larger and glittery, and Harry’s eyes widened as Draco pulled it out with fanfare.
“Where did you get those?” Harry’s eyes widened, and Draco knew the sight of the glittery plug had done wonders on him.
“The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office,” Draco said smugly.
“You stole them from where you work, which was a part of your community sentence.” Harry sounded annoyed, but he wasn’t truly mad, which Draco took to be a good sign.
“Yes, but it was for a good cause.” He gave Harry a pleading look, making his eyes wide and flickering his eyelashes, knowing the effect it would have on him. “The ends justify the means and all that.”
“That is not the lesson you were supposed to take from that.”
“I know, I know, but I promise you, these will not be missed. You already know what Arthur thinks they are.”
“I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t mention Arthur Weasley while you were fondling butt plugs,” Harry complained.
“‘l’ll fondle something else of yours, if you’ll let me.”
“You know I will…” Harry trailed off, “Daddy.” Draco gripped the plugs tighter. They’d just started exploring this, and it’d created some truly memorable moments.
“If you know what’s good for you.” Draco stepped entirely away from Harry, the plugs still gripped tight in his hands. “Go strip and wait for me in the bedroom, like the good boy you are.”
Harry’s eyes were bright, and Draco was heady on the feeling of power. “Yes, Daddy.” He left the living room at a quick pace, and Draco couldn’t wait for what happened next.
*
When he entered the bedroom, Harry was waiting for him, face down, arse up. Draco took a deep breath to compose himself—Harry made a compelling image and lesser men might have come on the spot. “Good boy,” he called instead and watched in curiosity as Harry’s whole body snapped to attention.
“Please, you know what I need, Daddy. You know how to best take care of me.” Harry moved his arse invitingly, and Draco wanted to bury his tongue between his two perfect globes. But that honour was for another tonight.
“I do know what you need,” Draco said simply and got to work. He stripped efficiently and joined Harry on the bed. Harry was holding himself stiffly, so Draco ran a hand up and down his back, making soothing noises. “You’re so good, Harry. You hold yourself so perfectly for me, but you can relax a little bit.” At his words, Harry’s back sagged and he let out a rough breath. “Good. Now, I’m going to plug you and then suck you until you scream. Does that sound good?” Harry let out a moan. “I’m going to need you to say yes, my good boy.”
“Yes, yes, yes please. Please, Daddy, please. Please.” Harry’s plea was a prayer and Draco was a god.
“I’ll take care of you.” Harry whined. Draco whispered a spell that coated his fingers in lube, and he began tracing circles around Harry’s arsehole. It didn’t take much time at all before Harry was ready for the silver plug—Draco wanted Harry to feel the stretch, but he didn’t want it to truly hurt Harry (at least not now). He slipped the plug in with little effort, and Harry wriggled his hips to help it settle.
“Fuck, Draco.”
“What do you call me?” Draco reprimanded.
“Daddy.” Harry sounded chastised, and Draco accepted it as the apology he meant it as.
“You look so good for me, Harry. Can you do one more thing for me?”
“Yes.”
“Turn over.” Harry did, and Draco stopped for a moment and stared. However did someone like him get so lucky as to deserve someone like Harry? The moment stretched on forever and was over in a millisecond.
Draco pressed soft kisses along Harry’s stomach, his thighs, purposefully avoiding where he knew Harry wanted his mouth most. “You don’t come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Draco would’ve smied if he could’ve, but he had more important things to do with his mouth. It wasn’t long before Harry was squirming, trying so hard to be good.
“Please, please, please.” His words a litany; Draco a saint.
“Not yet. Just a little longer. You can do it. You’re being so good.” He brought his mouth back to the tip of Harry’s cock, swirling his tongue. He hollowed his throat and sucked the entire length in, the move practiced and easy after years of perfecting it. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Harry came, command or not. The pressure from the plug combined with Draco’s wondrous mouth was too much for any mortal man. “Come now, my sweet boy,” Draco commanded, and Harry did.
Author: that’s me!
glittering_gitI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) YES
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Draco/Harry; Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompts used: ALL (hopefully?!) lol no but it’s up to you to see which prompts are used!!
Summary: Arthur Weasley thinks plugs are just another kind of childrens’ bath toy but Draco knows better.
Rating/Warnings: E, blow jobs, butt plugs
Word count: 1570
Author's Notes (if any): Umm, please enjoy this humble offering?! Idk if it makes any sense--I didn’t proofread it at all so *shrugs innocently*
Brainstorming:
P.L.U.G. standing for some kind of acronym, Arthur thinking butt plugs are for something exciting and not what they are for and everyone is like WTF and maybe there’s drarry somehow and someway in this
okay so it has to feature some kind of Daddy kink I just can’t help myself with that, y’know?! what if Molly has a daddy kink? but how does the rest of it fit in? These are the questions we have to ask ourselves as we go in on this project
Drarry, Draco having to work in the
Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office is where Draco has to work as part of his sentence and he brings home something from their office to ~tinker~ with, or at least that’s he told Arthur but he really isn’t totally naive and knows what a butt plug is okay, he knows, he’s not naive. How do I put in Ottery St. Catchpole? maybe they’re staying in the area bc it’s a big event for the weasleys but D didn’t want to stay in the burrow for fear of the Weasley’s/not wanting to intrude too much but yeah, of course there’s some kind of daddy kink bc this is firewhiskey and I have to write bad porn or who am I even? this is about my representation
Draft:
Draco knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didnt’ care. The Ministry already had his time, his energy, his working days from 9am sharp until 6pm—they didn’t deserve this, too.
He looked around the office, but it was well past 6:30 and everyone of importance had already left, including and especially, Arthur Weasley. Draco didn’t understand why Arthur Weasley had been brought in to specifically oversee him in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office when he’d been promoted out of the position. It didn’t make sense. Did the big, bad Death Eater warrant such royal treatment from the Muggle expert himself? Apparently so. Merlin’s tits.
In an unlikely spirit of generosity, Draco could admit that Weasley wasn’t the worst boss. Despite all the reasons he’d have to hate Draco and be extremely petty, or even downright rude, he treated Draco the same as the other employees—which was more than Draco could say for anyone else in the Office, who, on even the best of days, could barely look Draco in the eyes.
It’s not like he blamed them—he had a hard time looking himself in the mirror most days.
But Arthur was unexpectedly kind, and Draco hated how it made him feel. People weren’t supposed to be kind, not to him, not after what he’d done.
Stop that right now, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Harry’s said. Draco smiled, despite his melodramatic thoughts and turned to the task at hand: sneaking these plugs out of the Ministry. Arthur had thought they’d been bath toys, similar to his much-beloved rubber duck. Draco hadn’t had the heart to point out that they were a sex toy, a fact he only knew from watching Muggle porn with Harry. No one else in the department had corrected him either, but that was probably because they didn’t know. So, they’d labelled the plugs as “children’s bath toys” and placed them with the rubber ducks, which Harry had found hilarious when Draco had told him.
Harry hadn’t asked him to steal the plugs, but Draco had thought he’d find it funny, and he was trying to do things that’d make Harry laugh because he hadn’t been laughing enough.
For all of Draco’s worry, walking out with the plugs was as easy as taking sugar quills from a particularly smart baby (not that Draco really had opinions on the intelligence of babies) and he exited the Ministry with no one the wiser.
The journey back to his flat, well, it was technically their flat wasn’t long and soon, Draco was walking through the front door to a familiar scene: Harry sprawled across their green velvet couch, asleep from a long day at work. Draco smiled widely, having no one to hide it from, and walked over to the couch, revelling in the opportunity to marvel at Harry, which he knew made him a sap, but he didn’t care, not really.
He couldn’t help himself from running his hands gently through Harry’s hair, which was soft through his fingers.
“Draco?” Harry asked sleepily, arching into his touch.
“It’s me,” he replied stupidly.
“You’re back late.”
“I brought you a present.” Harry’s eyes lit up at that, just like Draco knew they would. He was easy, and Draco wasn’t mad about it. It made it that much easier to spoil him, which was something he’d never grow tired of doing.
“What’d you bring me?” Harry sprung up, hands already reaching for Draco’s pockets.
“Patience, patience.” Draco held up his hands in mock anger. “If you’d wait just one minute…” but Harry was already wrapping Draco in a hug, and Draco could nothing but melt into it. Lucius Malfoy had never been one for hugs but Harry’d quickly showed him teh benefits of them—and it turned out they’d both been pretty tocou-starved. Figured two boys raised to fight on opposite sides of a wawr maybe wouodn’t have had the best childhoods, huh?
Harry moved his hands lower, to Draco’s ample arse, and Draco laughed into Harry’s neck. “That’s not where they are, although I won’t say no to a little groping between friends.”
“Friends?” Harry pulled away, teasing. “Is that what we are?”
“Fine, what’s a little groping between boyfriends?”
“I’ll show you a little groping,” Harry growled, pushing his hips forward.
“If you give me one second, I’ll show you a good time.” Draco forced his hips away from Harry’s with great effort. He moved his briefcase between them and paused for dramatic effect. After he’d felt like he’d waited long enough, he withdrew the plugs with fanfare. The first was a purple silicone flared plug, not too big, not too small. The second was larger and glittery, and Harry’s eyes widened as Draco pulled it out with fanfare.
“Where did you get those?” Harry’s eyes widened, and Draco knew the sight of the glittery plug had done wonders on him.
“The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office,” Draco said smugly.
“You stole them from where you work, which was a part of your community sentence.” Harry sounded annoyed, but he wasn’t truly mad, which Draco took to be a good sign.
“Yes, but it was for a good cause.” He gave Harry a pleading look, making his eyes wide and flickering his eyelashes, knowing the effect it would have on him. “The ends justify the means and all that.”
“That is not the lesson you were supposed to take from that.”
“I know, I know, but I promise you, these will not be missed. You already know what Arthur thinks they are.”
“I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t mention Arthur Weasley while you were fondling butt plugs,” Harry complained.
“‘l’ll fondle something else of yours, if you’ll let me.”
“You know I will…” Harry trailed off, “Daddy.” Draco gripped the plugs tighter. They’d just started exploring this, and it’d created some truly memorable moments.
“If you know what’s good for you.” Draco stepped entirely away from Harry, the plugs still gripped tight in his hands. “Go strip and wait for me in the bedroom, like the good boy you are.”
Harry’s eyes were bright, and Draco was heady on the feeling of power. “Yes, Daddy.” He left the living room at a quick pace, and Draco couldn’t wait for what happened next.
*
When he entered the bedroom, Harry was waiting for him, face down, arse up. Draco took a deep breath to compose himself—Harry made a compelling image and lesser men might have come on the spot. “Good boy,” he called instead and watched in curiosity as Harry’s whole body snapped to attention.
“Please, you know what I need, Daddy. You know how to best take care of me.” Harry moved his arse invitingly, and Draco wanted to bury his tongue between his two perfect globes. But that honour was for another tonight.
“I do know what you need,” Draco said simply and got to work. He stripped efficiently and joined Harry on the bed. Harry was holding himself stiffly, so Draco ran a hand up and down his back, making soothing noises. “You’re so good, Harry. You hold yourself so perfectly for me, but you can relax a little bit.” At his words, Harry’s back sagged and he let out a rough breath. “Good. Now, I’m going to plug you and then suck you until you scream. Does that sound good?” Harry let out a moan. “I’m going to need you to say yes, my good boy.”
“Yes, yes, yes please. Please, Daddy, please. Please.” Harry’s plea was a prayer and Draco was a god.
“I’ll take care of you.” Harry whined. Draco whispered a spell that coated his fingers in lube, and he began tracing circles around Harry’s arsehole. It didn’t take much time at all before Harry was ready for the silver plug—Draco wanted Harry to feel the stretch, but he didn’t want it to truly hurt Harry (at least not now). He slipped the plug in with little effort, and Harry wriggled his hips to help it settle.
“Fuck, Draco.”
“What do you call me?” Draco reprimanded.
“Daddy.” Harry sounded chastised, and Draco accepted it as the apology he meant it as.
“You look so good for me, Harry. Can you do one more thing for me?”
“Yes.”
“Turn over.” Harry did, and Draco stopped for a moment and stared. However did someone like him get so lucky as to deserve someone like Harry? The moment stretched on forever and was over in a millisecond.
Draco pressed soft kisses along Harry’s stomach, his thighs, purposefully avoiding where he knew Harry wanted his mouth most. “You don’t come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Draco would’ve smied if he could’ve, but he had more important things to do with his mouth. It wasn’t long before Harry was squirming, trying so hard to be good.
“Please, please, please.” His words a litany; Draco a saint.
“Not yet. Just a little longer. You can do it. You’re being so good.” He brought his mouth back to the tip of Harry’s cock, swirling his tongue. He hollowed his throat and sucked the entire length in, the move practiced and easy after years of perfecting it. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Harry came, command or not. The pressure from the plug combined with Draco’s wondrous mouth was too much for any mortal man. “Come now, my sweet boy,” Draco commanded, and Harry did.
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Date: 2022-01-25 09:35 pm (UTC)Oh Draco. How sweet! Harry come snuggle your boyfriend!
Harry hadn’t asked him to steal the plugs, but Draco had thought he’d find it funny, and he was trying to do things that’d make Harry laugh because he hadn’t been laughing enough.
Giggled at them labeling the plugs as bath toys... but then the sweetness of Draco stealing them just to make Harry laugh.
So sweet. I'll probably have to quit reading when the smut happens because Daddykink is not my kink but I'm enjoying the sweetness here. You're writing is great I'm sure the smut is great too!
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Date: 2022-01-26 05:39 am (UTC)“ and he was trying to do things that’d make Harry laugh because he hadn’t been laughing enough.” I love this for them. Draco is such a good boyfriend here!
I mean really, you’ve done an amazing job at capturing the glompy sweetness of this pairing and this particular dynamic, especially in its newness. I’ve got heart eyes over here. Kudos to you, MA!
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Date: 2022-01-26 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-01-26 07:45 pm (UTC)Your take on drarry is very sweet and heartwarming. Nice job, MA.
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Date: 2022-01-27 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-01-27 07:03 pm (UTC)The sweetness is so lovely! Sniffle
“Yes, yes, yes please. Please, Daddy, please. Please.” Harry’s plea was a prayer and Draco was a god.
“Please, please, please.” His words a litany; Draco a saint.
OMG I think I have a Daddy Kink.
Loved this!
♥
Date: 2022-01-28 05:40 pm (UTC)Oh, no! Right in the feels!
::snerk::
Poor Harry.
I LOVE that you included your brainstorming notes at the beginning! Firewhiskey is always such a fun look into everyone's process.
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Date: 2022-01-29 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-01-30 01:55 am (UTC)"Harry’s plea was a prayer and Draco was a god." <3
Good porn, oh yes!
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Date: 2022-01-31 12:55 am (UTC)