My perfect Mommy

My perfect Mommy

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Disclamer:This will be a Hermione x Draco with possible minor Hermione x Draco x Luna. It will be MD/lb so if you're uncomfortable with that, just don't read. Draco is a little and Hermione is his Mommy. Any sexual content will only happen when Draco is not in little space but of course Draco will call Hermione mommy during sex. There may be chapters in which there will be threesomes with Luna or possibly Ron as another little. Now onto the summary: Draco has been feeling a bit strange lately and his best friend thinks she knows what's going on so she brings him to a bdsm club to meet someone who can help him discover what's going on with him.
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slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "

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