Fic : Lovely Head (Daphne/Luna, NC -17)

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Title: Lovely Head
Author: nearlyconscious
Prompt Number: #274 submitted by smallbrownfrog
Kink Showcased: subspace/endorphins
Rating: NC -17
Pairing(s): Daphne Greengrass/Luna Lovegood
Summary: Luna’s favourite part of their domestic bliss is the heady feeling that comes with submission and masochism.
Warnings: light BDSM, dirty talk, size kink, subdrop, fluff
Word Count: 1446
Author's Notes: I deeply apologise for the late posting of this. I’ve had the worst writer’s block and a lot of irl stuff to deal with...!
The title refers to the Goldfrapp song, as some of the lyrics read “It starts in my belly / Then up to my heart / Into my mouth I can't keep it shut“, which in my opinion could be interpreted as a description of subspace (I think the song is actually supposed to be about drugs, but I also think subspace gives sensations sometimes very similar to drugs!)
Also, I didn’t expect this to turn out so fluffy, but it did...
Many thanks to rhaneofterror and thusspakekate for their beta work on this! ♥♥

Mods, could I get a dg/ll tag as well as a kink: subspace or kink: endorphins tag? Maybe a kink: subdrop, too? Thanks in advance :)

Daphne and Luna lived in a quiet cottage. It was different from both the Lovegoods’ house in Ottery St Catchpole and the Greengrass Manor in Shropshire. It was neither small nor vast. Its furnishings were sophisticated but cosy and a bit eccentric, to fit its owners free-wheeling nature.

That day seemed to be nothing more than a dull winter day; there was no purring wind outside, no snowfall to be excited about. It seemed like a boring day but it wasn’t. It was a peaceful moment after a busy week for the two women, the perfect occasion for some quality time together. Daphne and Luna were both impatient about the evening to come.

While re-reading her article on the new species of Dirigible Plums for the Quibbler, Luna found herself distracted by the mere thought of it, and she had to stop mid-sentence to refrain from sighing. She’d try to hide a fit of giggles, and go back to reading - the essay was due on Monday, after all.

Daphne knew better than to even <i>try</i> to focus on anything, and she preferred to cook. The weekends was the only time she had to do so properly, and it relaxed her. While she stirred a pot, she could think of Luna, and what they would do that night. Now and then, she would turn around to look at the lovely blonde, who was laying down on the sofa and giggling at her article for the Quibbler. Once or twice, Daphne couldn’t help but approach her to caress the outstretched legs. She let her fingers trail along Luna’s soft curves. Later she would fondle, grope, scratch and kiss every single freckle, but now was not the time.

Luna would sigh as Daphne’s hand lingered on the inside of her thighs. She sounded like a bird humming. It was a glorious sound to Daphne’s ears, so full of promises. She’d get back to cooking immediately, leaving them both incredibly frustrated.

***

Nightfall came early as it always did in those winter days, but it was welcomed. They enjoyed the dinner that Daphne had prepared with so much care.

“This cheese tastes like a cloud.”

Daphne crooked an eyebrow. “But you’ve never tasted a cloud, love, have you? I think it might taste like rain. And this tastes like... bufala milk.”

“I guess you’re right.” replied Luna pensively. “I meant it has the <i>texture</i> of a cloud.”

Daphne smiled.

“It’s delicious, by the way.”

“Wonders of Italy.”

“I would like to go there. I’ve heard that some Roman zoo has acquired a hybrid species of Demiguises that can sing,” said Luna dreamily.

“Next holiday, then, why not.”

***

“I’m sorry Daphne, but... I don’t think I can have dessert.”

Luna did seem sorry, gazing down at her empty plate as if she couldn’t believe she had actually eaten it all.

“Don’t worry. I hadn’t prepared any dessert anyway.”

Luna looked up in surprise, her big blue eyes wide.

“We’ll be each other’s dessert tonight. That’s well enough.” Daphne added with a smirk.

Luna nodded her approval serenely.

Daphne got up and leaned in to kiss Luna softly on the lips, delicately - a perfect way to keep her on her toes.  She took her hand, and walked them away from the living room. Luna let herself be guided, a light flush creeping up her cheeks as she admired Daphne’s poise,.

When they arrived in the bedroom they shared, Daphne shoved Luna against the door to close it, kissing her with passion. Luna kissed her back, her small hands timid on the tall blonde’s hips, while Daphne’s hand possessively explored her neck and breasts.

Then, as abruptly as the kiss started, it ended. Daphne took a step back.

“Tell me what you want.” she said with a smile.

The corners of Luna’s mouth twitched with nerves and excitement. She didn’t answer right away, seemingly searching for the right words.

“I want you to fill me up.”

Daphne felt a twinge in her stomach as she looked at her lover: her bright eyes, her cheeks blushing at what she had just said, the smile she bit on. It was jubilating to see Luna embarrassed when she talked dirty, to see her hesitation overcome by excitation. She leaned in to kiss her again.

***

Luna was pushed gently but firmly to lie on the bed on her back. With a flick of her wand, Daphne conjured ropes that swished to tie her hands above her head to the bed posts. With another flick of her wand, she conjured the magical strap-on dildo they always used. It had two ends, but the one that would enter Luna was <i>considerably</i> bigger than the one that settled between her own folds.

She crawled on the bed towards Luna, whose hungry eyes darted between Daphne’s face, her pert nipples and the dildo.

“Impatient...?” Daphne purred, hovering above the helpless blonde.

Luna seemed unable to formulate an intelligible response, much to Daphne’s amusement.

She smiled viciously and angled the cock with the help of her hand, holding Luna’s neck with the other. Luna panted, set on edge by anticipation. When she felt Daphne teasing her clit with the tip, a moan escaped her and she bucked her hips, eager for more.

“My, my, you’re already coming undone, aren’t you?” whispered Daphne, her voice low and husky.

Luna looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“It’s okay, you know,” chuckled Daphne, all the while still slowly moving the tip of her cock from Luna’s dripping wet folds up to her clit, teasing her slowly.

Luna let out a moan that resembled a sob, bucked her hips again and buried her face in Daphne’s neck, kissing and nibbling the skin near her shoulder.

“Please, Daphne...” she hissed, which earned her a smirk that only turned her on more.

Luna let out a cry of intense pleasure and pain as Daphne entered her - all of the sudden she sensed excitation rush to the pit of her stomach - she loved to feel herself stretching to accomodate such a huge size.

Daphne was well-aware of Luna’s size kink, and knew that she didn’t need to be afraid of hurting her. Luna liked it to hurt, and countless times before, she had shown that she could take it.

Although Luna's hands were tied, she wanted to feel Daphne's body against her own. She wrapped her legs around Daphne and arched her back as far as she could. Daphne kissed her roughly and started moving into her at a quick pace.

Getting on her knees, Daphne grabbed Luna by the ankles, settling the blonde’s legs on her shoulders to get a different, deeper angle that made Luna cry out. Daphne pinched and twisted her lover’s nipples as Luna’s moans intensified.

Luna soon felt her mind floating away, her body submitting totally to Daphne’s increasingly violent pounding. The moans they made sounded distant and Luna no longer recognised her own voice. Her sensations were lost in a visual daze. As she reached an orgasm, her eyes shut tight and her body shaking, she felt like a wild torrent.

Daphne didn’t give her much time to breathe; she kneeled between her legs and started scratching and nibbling her thighs, playing with her folds before eventually turning her attention to Luna’s clit, giving it a gentle lap and sucking on it eagerly. That sent Luna over the edge a second time, this time with her eyes wide and the feeling of laying, trembling, on a sizzling material that sent electricity through her body.

***

After many climaxes, just as suddenly as Luna craved violence, she craved Daphne’s arms around her, the heat of her lean body against hers and her soft kisses. Her tired arms raised urgently, stopped by the ropes, but Daphne reacted quickly and soon, they were holding each other close, Luna still shaking violently, a firm and desperate grip on her lover.

Daphne stroked her soothingly and covered them both with the duvet. No words were needed in such moments. Daphne had become used to Luna’s impressive subdrop, and she knew it was a fallout of extreme sensations and emotions. She would whisper, “Are you okay?” and Luna would nod and bury herself in Daphne’s shoulder.

Tenderness overflowing, Daphne would kiss Luna’s forehead, and in-between sobs, Luna always beamed.