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Ohhhh i love this!!

heyyy babe!! can we get a one-shot in a modern au where draco and the reader are in college and the reader is a cam girl and draco watches her everytime she goes live? then one morning they’re both in the same coffee shop and he sits at her table and recognizes her voice and asks her if she’s the cam girl and then basically they go to her room and fuck lol. ily have a good day!

Spilled coffee

draco malfoy x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for months now, so thanks to the amazing @evermoreeve’s encouragement, i decided to finally share it w you besties. this is for u, eve👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

word count: 1751

warnings: tw // smut | cw // camgirl!reader, modern!au, mentions of sir kink, good girl, sex toys and masturbation (male and female), shitty writing lol

summary: “I see you’ve received my present. What do you say, Poppet?” Draco would observe, signalling to the newest addition to her lingerie collection, the black lace material -his personal favorite- cladding her breasts flawlessly. The girl would blush -although he couldn’t see that- and fumble around, reaching under her bed and pulling out her toy box. “Thank you, Sir. Why don’t you let me show you just how much I appreciate your gesture?”

It was part of his routine at this point, really.

Every other night Draco would be sitting on his bed, staring at his laptop and eagerly waiting for the notification to come across on the screen that she has gone live. He was a regular to her streams and posts, always interacting with compliments and praises of her content.

At first he would simply tune in on her broadcasts and wait for her to pop up in a nice set of lingerie, all prettied up for his eyes to marvel at. Although on those occasions he wasn’t the only one, per se but he liked to think she was doing it only for his pleasure.

But soon enough, pretending wasn’t enough for the boy. The thought of other men watching her, drooling all over their screens while getting off to whatever wondrous things she was doing to her body, listening to her angelic sounds agitated him to no end.

He wanted her all to himself.

So from then on, Draco made sure of it by donating such tremendous amounts of credits that she had no other choice but to give him a private show and showcase exactly how grateful she was. She didn’t seem to mind, the girl would make sure to please him to the best of her abilities; she would wear all the not-so-concealing sets of lingerie he had purchased off her wishlist for her and tend to every single one of his desires and needs.

She would be there, her tripod perched at the end of her bed, her pretty body on display for him, and this time for him only. “I see you’ve received my present. What d’you say, Poppet?” Draco would observe, signalling to the newest addition to her lingerie collection, the black lace material -his personal favorite- cladding her breasts flawlessly. The girl would blush -although he couldn’t see that- and fumble around, reaching under her bed and pulling out her toy box. “Thank you, Sir. Why don’t you let me show you just how much I appreciate your gesture?”

Draco would only have his microphone on so he could instruct her on what to do to herself next: what to take off, what to put on, what to say, where to touch herself and how to touch herself.

“You’re such a Good Girl, [y/n/n]. Now put something inside, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy stretched out for me.” He would moan, lazily stroking himself with his eyes trained on her sopping wet core, picturing his cock sliding into her heat as her finger does, his groans scarcely suppressed by the depths of his heaving chest.

Draco would envisage how tight and warm her silky walls would feel around him, and his length would twitch in his hand, yearning to be the thing inside of her.

Bliss, he would think upon hearing her seraphic voice as she would ask “Am I doing good for you, Sir?” or when he would watch as her pretty, glistening breasts would rise and fall at a rapid pace, her fingers working furiously at her dripping cunt, “Oh fuck!” she would exclaim -oh how he loved hearing that come out of her mouth- as she reached her high and came all over her hand and silk sheets, making an absolute mess.

All for him.

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It was a sunny saturday morning, and [y/n] decided it would be a shame to waste such a nice day trapped between the four walls of her dormitory, so she made the decision to visit her favorite cafe near campus. The place was quite crowded when she arrived, other people seemed to have gotten the same idea, she supposed.

The tinkling of the bell welcomed her as she stepped inside and her hopeful eyes immediately scanned the place for a free table, the taste of having to drink her morning coffee whilst standing up feeling bitter in her mouth.

Her gaze happened to land upon a middle-aged couple gathering their belongings at a booth near the back, and she took that as her cue, immediately taking action and making a beeline there; determined to claim the spot before anyone else did. She hastily sat down just as the couple stood up, receiving a few judgemental glances from them as they left. But [y/n] paid no mind to the pair, she was too busy celebrating her little personal victory.

A couple minutes later she was sipping her well-deserved coffee while peering out the glass window; observing all the people going on about their days, chatting mindlessly and enjoying the good weather. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander, thinking about—

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

She slipped out of her daydream, and upon looking up at the source of the voice she felt as if she had just slipped back into another one.

[y/n] took him all in: his chromatic blue eyes seemed to reel her in, she felt as though she’s been captured by them, his pale complexion excellently contrasted by the perfectly ironed black suit fitted onto his body. One of his hands was leisurely tucked into his suit jacket, the other pointed at the seat opposite of her, his lanky fingers heavy with rings.

“Oh, no, it isn’t. Please,” she beamed up at him, softly gesturing towards the seat with her head.

The blond froze for a second, his eyebrows wrinkling; seemingly deep in thought as he looked her up and down, but took a seat opposite of her nevertheless. “Thank you,” he smiled at her after seemingly disregarding his concerns, “The whole place is stuffed and I wasn’t too keen on sitting with that granny over there,” he joked, gesturing to the old lady sitting a few booths away from them. She lightly chuckled, “It’s my pleasure,” and offered the boy her hand, “[y/n], by the way,”

He enveloped her hand in his pale one, “Draco. Nice to meet you,” she nodded shyly then looked away after retreating her hand, not really knowing what else to say.

“Have I met you before, [y/n]?” he questioned after a few moments of silence, curiously eyeing her. “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” she smirked, although he did feel familiar to her, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on in what way exactly. The boy didn’t say anything in response, just nodded briefly, but his eyes never left her figure as he pondered.

After couple more moments of agonizingly uncomfortable silence, [y/n] couldn’t help but start to feel small under his gaze, the way he was looking at her so intently, how he observed her every move so carefully made her feel as if she was completely exposed, and even felt her hands tremble in the slightest bit.

Soon enough, her mug slipped out of her clammy fingers; spilling the contents all over the table. Draco watched as the liquid made a trial down the wooden surface, rapidly creeping towards him, a few drops splattering onto his expensive slacks before he could react.

Both of them stood up quickly, and [y/n]’s breath hitched and she slapped her hand over her mouth as she saw the dark, wet patch decorating one of the boy’s thighs.

“Oh- fuck!” she cursed, panicking, and rushed over to him, showering the blond with apologies while frantically gathering tissues to clean him up with.

She started rambling as soon as she saw his stunned expression, all color drained from his already pale face as he glared at her in an exasperated manner “I’m so sorry Draco. Gods, what can I-“ she stopped and looked up at him as the boy suddenly gripped her wrists and pulled her figure closer to him.

“What did you just say?” he closed his eyes, gulping hard.

“I- that… that I’m sorry-?” she asked timidly, utterly confused as to what he was referring to.

“No, I mean before that.”

She thought hard, trying to come up with the right answer that would please him, “Well, uh- do you mean when—?”

“You’re [y/n/n], aren’t you?” he interrupted her impatiently, despite the cool bluish hues of his orbs she could see fire flaming behind them. The girl froze, and looked up at him with wide eyes and a slack mouth, completely stunned.

Humiliation seared through her veins, she wanted the ground to open up beneath her and swallow her whole. [y/n] looked around the cafe, not sure if she heard him right, and breathlessly chuckled in disbelief as all words seemed to escape her tongue.

Draco watched her, visibly amused by her flushed state. “You don’t know who I am, do you, [y/n]?” she shook her head anxiously, that aforementioned daydream quickly twisting into a horrid fever dream.

The boy closed his eyes once again, a dark chuckle reverberating through his chest as he stuck his tongue out; wetting his plush lips.

“Lemme help you out then, Blossom,” he leaned in close, his grip on her wrists still resolute. Heated breath fanned her supple skin in such manner that she felt the hairs on her arms stand up, she closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his close proximity.

“You’re such a Good Girl, [y/n/n],” her breath hitched, she would’ve slapped her hand over her mouth once again if it wasn’t for his clutch restraining her movements. She let the boy’s words sink in, thinking about all the scenarios when he had said that phrase to her before, feeling the heat between her legs grow, seeping through the lace panties that -coincidentally enough- he had bought for her.

”Sound familiar?” he mumbled, teasing her by ghosting his soft lips down her jugular, leaving a hot trail in his wake. The sexual tension was palpable in the air, their undeniable desire for each other clouding both of their minds, to a point where the only rational thing for them was to get the other one in a room alone.

As soon as possible.

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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Aftercare with regulus?

warnings : tiny bit of smut (beginning), fluff, regulus being a cutie pie, kisses, feelings, pet names.

"gotta pull out now, bun" regulus cooed in your ear, content when he felt you nod against his neck. his cock left your warm walls with a slow, gentle movement, causing you to whine and him to hiss as he did so.

you watched as he lifted himself off the plush mattress, his tall frame disappearing behind the door of the small bathroom of his dorm.

he gave you a couple of mind blowing orgasms, like he always did. he degraded you, spat in your mouth and did the dirtiest things to you, and yet there he was - giving you a sweet, gentle aftercare.seconds later, regulus came back with a washcloth in his hand, approaching you quickly as if you'd vanish any second. he smiled when he noticed your eyes were still open, "hi there, bunny" he said softly, his empty hand reaching up to caress the flushed skin on your cheeks.

"hi" you answered quietly, placing your hand over his and closing your eyes. "no no. open for me, baby" regulus told you when he noticed that you kept your eyes closed for more than a few seconds, "gotta clean my baby up, don't i ?" he teased as the washcloth he was holding made contact with the sore skin of your thighs, going up so he was able to clean your oversensitive cunt.

you mewled at the feeling, the friction making your hips buck up, lightly touching your boyfriend's chin, "shh, just a bit more darling- there you go. my good girl" he praised breathily, admiring your swollen clit once he had cleaned it and the rest of your body.

"can we please sleep now ?" you said in a small voice, propping yourself up on both elbows to try and stay awake for a bit more.

but to your misfortune, regulus shook his head. "can't let you go to sleep like this, what kind of daddy would i be ? hm ?" he drew lazy circles on your exposed stomach, making eye contact all the time. he then managed to escape the brusing grip you had on his forearms, only to stand up once again, this time, walking towards his closet and pushing it open.

"green sweater with kitties or blue sweater with bunnies, sweet ?" he asked, looking back at you for a second before focusing on his clothes once again, pulling out a hoodie and some sweatpants for himself.

"green with kitties, please" you responded happily, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress as you waited for regulus to come back and dress you.

and he did just that. with very gentle movements, touching your body like it was made of porcelain. "thank you, reggie" you thanked the handsome boy above you, making him chuckle lowly at the way you were smiling so sweetly at him.

once he was dressed too, he went back to hovering over you, placing his hands under your thighs and lifting you up with him. "wanna sleep, please" you pleaded with the boy, although you knew it was pointless, and he knew you knew it, so he kept quiet all the way down to the great hall.

it was only six pm, so that meant it was still dinner time. and even if it wasn't, regulus would make you eat anyway, probably sneaking to the kitchens and even cooking food for you himself.

entering the large doors of the great hall, regulus walked towards the slytherin table with your legs still wrapped around his waist, your hands practically choking him.

"down you go, sweet" he whispered only for you to hear, putting you down on the bench and pressing himself against you. you took your time admiring the way your boyfriend was taking care of you. he began by pouring you a glass of water, which he handed to you shortly after, "bottoms up" he raised a finger warningly, "yes sir" you chuckled, making him do so as well as you obliged, drinking the whole glass in less than five gulps.

then, seeing as you finished your water, he went to the other side of the table only to grab your favourite meal. this man.

you finished it quickly as you grew more tired by the second. regulus looked down at you proudly, ruffling your hair as he knew that that drove you absolutely mad, "oh, you're so lucky i love you, regulus black."

the dark haired boy laughed at the use of his whole name, leaning in to sweetly peck your swollen lips, "look so pretty, i could watch you all day."

you hummed, resting your head upon his chest as your hands made a clutch at his stomach.

"well, you'll watch me sleep now."

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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Surprise | D.M. 18+

Request: Draco comes home from work late and youre waiting for him in a silk robe and nice set of lingerie

Warnings: smut, glass shattering, swearing

Word Count: 1,229

A/N: this is not edited cause my eyes are barely open, blame @dracosaccount and @fuckingdraco hope it’s enjoyable still!!

MASTERLIST

You’d think from 6 years of quidditch, and 4 of potion making, Draco would have a steady hand and great hand eye coordination. Yet the shattered glass on the kitchen floor was clearly a testament against that.

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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A Familiar Face || Draco Malfoy X Reader

Summary: Draco and Y/N find an intruder in their home.

Author's Notes: So this mini blurb is for @tragically-here 's 400 Follower Celebration Event, go follow if you are already not following! Show some love! It does sound like an angsty prompt, but I turned it around! Hope you enjoy! 💕

I chose the prompt ; Chrysanthemum: “Get out!” “Please let me explain.” “Out!”

Warnings: intimacy but no smut, swearing I guess

Word Count: 900

"Your hair looks perfect like this."

"I know it does. It always looks perfect," your boyfriend grinned cockily from where he was laying beside you on the softest pillows you could find from Diagon Alley. The wizarding world was much better at making cushions and mattresses, thanks to all the cushioning charms they used whilst making them.

You chuckled before placing a playful kiss on his lips, and allowed your fingers to wrap around his silky, platinum locks. It felt like heaven. He felt like heaven. Like heaven was lying right in front of you, and you were standing at its gates, gazing into the plains. A soft groan rose from his chest, the kind that you knew arose when he wanted more, but he knew that he had things to do, places to be.

Like the Ministry.

He was to submit his report on his latest assignment at Romania that day, and he knew he had no luxury of running late.

You felt him pull back with his eyes still tightly shut,

"We should probably be getting up," he mumbled under his breath. You could feel his voice itching to get under your skin, crawl through your inhibitions.

But his work was currently your biggest obstacle.

"I agree, if we stay here any longer I won't be letting you leave this bed." You pushed the covers off, feeling the cool, morning air brush against your skin. All you could do was mourn the warmth of your bed as you stepped onto the soft rug that was on the floor, your bare feet being tickled by the contact.

You could hear Draco, who was still under the covers, groaning in protest, his bottom lip stuck out and his eyes full of despair.

"I really don't want to get up," he said.

"I'll make you that french omelette that you seem to worship." His face instantly brightened up at your suggestion, and he sat up, brushing a hand through his adorable -adorably attractive- platinum blonde hair.

You started to walk out of the room, but you were stopped by a pair of arms wrapping you around your waist from behind your back. Draco mumbled something with his lips on your neck, something you couldn't quite understand due to his morning raspy voice.

You waddled down the hallway together, he guided you as his lips never left your neck, kissing the tender skin, and you closed your eyes, letting a moan escape your lips. You opened the kitchen door, as you turned to look at him, laughing with ease,

"I think you have no intention of letting me go today."

That was when you heard a crunching sound, the last thing you saw before turning your head to look into the room, was Draco's eyes changing from a soft, loving look, to a look of annoyance.

"Blaise!" It was Draco who called out the boys name before you could register what he was doing, perched on one of the cream coloured bar stools in your kitchen, crunching away at a bowl of cereal. As a matter of fact, it was Draco's favourite cereal.

"Morning guys! You're up slightly late," he grinned, as though you were the intruders. You stepped into the room and your boyfriend followed suit.

"Blaise, what the hell are you doing here at this time?" Draco tried to ask calmly, "In our flat?" He gestured towards the space as if to remind Blaise that he was currently casually eating breakfast in your kitchen.

"I was hungry. Didn't have any cereal left, thought I'd pop by," he shrugged as he slurped up some milk from the spoon that he was holding.

"And you thought coming here was more logical instead of the shops?" Draco huffed and you could see him becoming more annoyed as each second passed.

"Yeah, I guess so," he shrugged again, "Oh, and could you make me a cuppa mate, now that you're up?" Blaise added cheekily with a huge grin on his face. You groaned, knowing what was about to happen. You had gotten far too used to the Slytherin boys quarreling over the years.

"Get out!" Draco snarled, and you felt the need to put a hand on his upper arm.

"Please let me explain," Blaise mockingly pouted from where he was sat, trying to make a puppy face.

"Out!" Draco barked this time, and retrieved a chuckle from his friend, seeming unaffected. Although he did get up gracefully, as though he hadn't just been kicked out. You rolled your eyes, still not fully understanding their friendship, even after all the years.

"Don't forget that we're grabbing drinks on Saturday Draco," he said as he moved towards the front door from the hallway. Draco only growled.

"Oh and Y/N, I ate one of those cupcakes that were in the cupboard. Tasted amazing!"

"Blaise, JUST GO!" Draco yelled in exasperation, he sounded rather like a tired parent.

Blaise opened the door, and you heard the familiar pop of apparation from the other side of it after he stepped out and closed it behind him.

You looked at Draco, trying to suppress a smile,

"Come on, let's get you that omelette. And I think it's time to re-establish the wards? Maybe stop Blaise from being able to enter without letting us know?" You asked him.

He nodded his head, a look of desperation and exhaustion in his eyes,

"I doubt anything we do will be able to keep him out."

Author's Notes: Love my boy Blaise!

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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I love this

troubled waters -d.m.

a/n: obviously i’m late asf but i wrote this for my bestie isa’s 2.2k writing challenge! using the prompt “stay” :)

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word count: 2,1k

warnings/contents: tw // none that i’m aware of cw // resolved angst, fluff, sad!draco, self doubt, coming out ?

summary: Draco has come a long way of trying to accept his true self.

It isn’t my choice, he kept telling himself over and over again, bare toes hastily tapping against the hardwood floor of his dormitory. The cool hues of the broken rays of moonlight seeping through the hefty glass window bestowed swirling patterns along his paper skin, the troubled water akin to his troubled mind.

Draco spent weeks, months trying to convince himself. Trying to convince himself that he blew things out of proportion, that it was just his mind playing cruel games with him, telling, pleading with himself to believe that he was just overthinking.

Even though he had known for a long time that he in fact, wasn’t.

The young Malfoy looked down onto his trembling hands, spotting the family ring his father gave him as a tradition, cladding one of his digits and brought it up close to his face, inspecting the cold piece of metal. He thought about how he might not have the chance to pass it on to anyone.

The boy swiped his sweaty hands along the crinkled material of his pajama bottoms then ran them through his disheveled locks, tugging at the roots as he came to a sudden halt, facing the towering window.

It never failed to bring him peace, looking out the blurry glass. Draco didn’t know why exactly, but seeing the occasional, but still steady -and that’s the keyword- flowing of the streams gave him something to hold onto, something to keep him grounded whenever his mind went overdrive, thoughts so numerous, sometimes he felt like his head would split if he didn’t stop paying attention to them.

Draco laid his head against the glacial glass, forehead getting numb from the ice-cold temperature of the Black Lake whirling on the other side, despite the absurdity of it, hoping the freezing sensation would somehow seep through his skull and help dulling his mind.

Exhaling shakily, his breath fogged the glass just inches away from his chapped lips, the boy shut his eyes closely, his palm flush against the window, leaving fingerprints in their wake as he slowly dragged his hand down, smearing the clear view of the stirring water.

There was a cascade of emotions he felt in that moment; apprehension, confusion, worry, shame. This wasn’t him. This simply couldn’t be the Draco Malfoy everyone knew him as. His situation is as intricate as it is on its own, but he had much more at stake, considering his upbringing and the prestige he had to maintain that came with that.

Tears slowly started to fill his eyes, hues of blue blurred as he blinked them away and couldn’t help the resentment towards himself that filled his insides. Good, now start weeping about it like a fucking baby too, he heard that familiar, yet envious voice in the back of his head taunting him, and added that to the mental list of things that made him weak.

Because that’s how Draco felt. He felt feeble, helpless, ashamed of the mere thought of what he’s become -perhaps, what he’s always been-, and felt as if it was eating him away slowly, but surely.

It was too much pressure. He needed to get out, he felt like his thoughts, as well as his lungs were suffocating him, tears he so desperately tried to hold back viciously squeezing at his throat, clogging it with uneasiness.

The more Draco looked out the glass, the more he felt like he was on the other side; suffocating from the lack of oxygen, his body being pulled down to the dark depths that was the cage of his own mind.

He couldn’t bare it anymore, so he pushed himself off the window, the need to get away from the enormous amount of water towering over him, clouding his mind and driving him straight out of his dorm. The boy was hastily exhaling desperation, then inhaling more anxiety as his bare feet tapped against the hardwood floor once again, only this time that of the hallway’s leading down to the Slytherin Common Room.

Draco felt his nerves slowly calming down as he made his way over to the barely flickering fireplace, and made himself comfortable at the foot of one of the faux leather couches, slumping down against the piece of furniture defeatedly and hugging himself to provide some sort of comfort.

He just stared at the flames, eyes unfocused and breaths of air still heavily flowing in and out through his nose as he tried to slow his racing mind and heart. Every single one of his thoughts were pushing down on his shoulders like hefty weights, making Draco feel like he wouldn’t be able to get off the floor even if he had any intentions to.

Suddenly, all emotions and worries came crashing down on him like a wave once again, dragging him deep, the suffocating feeling coming back in an instant. Tears sprung to his eyes, this time not holding on and flowing down his cheeks, the green flames illuminating the wet trail of worry on his skin.

Soon enough, the previously calm atmosphere was replaced by the occasional whimpers and sharp intakes of breaths of the boy, accompanied by some profanities toppling out his quivering lips in forms of heavy breaths, filling the room with dread.

And eventually a pair of cautious feet tapping on the stone steps too, slowly ascending from the dormitories.

She looked around the common room, eyes scanning over every nook and corner of the space to find the origin of the heartbreaking sobs. Draco was the one to spot her first, the slight tapping of her foot displayed her anxieties, giving away the identity of the person as he tried his best to calm his pathetic whining -according to him.

Her instincts kicked in, the unsettling feeling of a pair of eyes piercing through her body made the girl direct her gaze to the wooden coffee table perched in front of the fireplace, finding herself face to face with her best friend’s worried features behind it, the very sight she dreaded the most to find when she groggily slipped out of the warm comfort of her bed to investigate.

Draco just looked at her, as if he was a frozen statue and waited for her next move. No words were exchanged as she made her way over to his slouched figure and sat down beside him, thinking of ways to help ease the worries of the boy before he cut her off, as if he was able to hear her thoughts.

“I don’t need your pity [y/n],” he murmured the first sign of acknowledgment since he had spotted her, ”So if you’re just here to rub my back while repeating meaningless ‘it’s going to be all right’s then you might as well just leave right now.” his words rolled off his tongue like poison, each vowel steeped in resentment, but not towards the girl, oh no. Every last bit of animosity was directed towards himself.

Ironically enough, it was exactly what he needed, but the boy would rather tie a brick to his ankle and dive head first into the Black Lake than admit that to anyone, including himself.

Feeling kind of hurt, the prideful [y/n] decided that it was way too late for her to handle her best friend’s mood swings and outbursts so she just stood up in one swift movement with a scoff, and started heading for the staircase.

“[y/n], I’m sorry.” Draco rushed out, desperation lacing his voice as well as his features. He weighed his options and decided it was time to finally put his pride away and admit that he needed the emotional comfort of the girl.

“Stay. Please?” he whispered as she turned around to face him, her expression softening as she saw how helpless he looked and sat back down beside him with a long exhale, drawing her knees up to her chest.

Cautiously, she lifted her hand, eyeing Draco’s fire-lit features closely; eyes holding a hard gaze, refusing to meet hers, usually perfect skin blotchy and wet and his lip quivering, desperately fighting the urge to form a pout.

It didn’t even take more than a second of contact of her fingertips and Draco’s shoulder for him to cave in completely, his upper body on hers in a flash, sobs muffled be the skin below her collarbone; the fabric of her shirt stretched down by his clammy hands desperately fisting it as he held onto her as if she was his only lifeline.

One of [y/n]’s hands came up to the back of his head, cradling it as the other rubbed comforting circles into the slightly damp material of the shirt cladding his back and she rocked them back and forth to the best of her abilities, despite the weight of Draco’s body restraining her movements in the slightest bit.

“Do you think you can tell me what’s bothering you, Draco?” she whispered, her sweet voice rolling off her tongue like silk, seemingly easing the boy as she felt him nod against her.

He completely let his guard down, he knew he was in good hands but never let anyone see this side of him before, even his best friend was restricted from seeing him in such a vulnerable state until now. But the poor boy was tired, tired of trying to keep up the façade of him being emotionless and unbothered all the damn time. So he let his mask falter, the fortress that he had built to crumble down.

And so in front of the gently crackling flames, engulfed by the chilly atmosphere of the dungeons and the contrasting warmth of the arms of the person he trusted the most, he let himself be completely bare, unapologetically vulnerable for what was to be probably the very first time in his life.

“It isn’t my choice, alright?” oh yes, there it was again.

[y/n] just cracked a small smile at him, fingers raking through his disheveled hair, trying to smooth it into place, and nodded her head in encouragement, prompting the boy to continue.

He forced himself to look the girl in the eye throughout the confession, voice slightly trembling, barely audible as he spoke,

“You have to know that this is still the old me, okay?“ he took a big breath, blowing out his cheeks, “I’m— Listen, I don’t think I would survive if you stopped talking to me because of this- although I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest, so if that’s what you prefer then feel free to—“

“Draco-“

“I think I like boys the same way I like girls.” he suddenly blurted out, confused by the new wave of tears prodding at his waterlines and didn’t know if the sudden urge to bawl his eyes out was the result of the immense sadness or the sudden surge of happiness he felt. Perhaps it was to be blamed on both.

“Oh.” was all she uttered, seeming almost disappointed, making Draco’s pulse jump, not knowing what to do with that answer.

“Oh?” he echoed, anxiously prompting her to elaborate.

“Well that’s great, but I already knew that, silly.” she grinned as she wiped the unnecessary tears from the stunned boy’s face.

“I do have two eyes, you know. I see the way you look at Potter.” she countered, and watched as Draco’s face paled even more, a deep blush contrasting his practically white features. He didn’t understand. Why was she so nonchalant about it? This was supposed to be a big deal. He has been preparing himself to lose his best friend over this fact for months now and she just laughs and brushes it off as if he just told her the result of his latest Divination test.

“So... you don’t want to cut all ties with me?”

[y/n] just laughed, pulling him close to her once again and engulfing him in a warm hug, “Don’t be daft, Draco. I’m so proud of you, although it did take you a while to come around. I think you’ll look so cute together, you and Potter,” she smirked, as the blonde tried to hide the small smile tugging his lips upwards at the consoling thought, ”Besides, you’re not alone, y’know.”

The boy pulled back and eyed her curiously, those aforementioned hefty weights dissolving into thin air as the moments passed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You really are that oblivious, aren’t you?”

He just furrowed his brows and watched as she brought her hand in front of his face, perfectly manicured fingers spread, “What do you think the reason behind my nails being cut even shorter than yours is, you nitwit?” she hinted and watched as the blond’s breath hitched in realization, a deep blush swirling beneath the supple skin of his cheeks.

“Oh.”

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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YES

Draco can shut me up like that anytime

Stairway To Heaven

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: draco and reader are best friends. Or so she thinks.

Warnings: one swear word i think.

Word Count: 1555

This is not inspired by the song in any way, but the title was fitting sooo

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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I can’t-

This is-

Wow

Hey there lovely, congrats on 200! I wish you many more milestones!!

I've been in a "and there was only one bed!" Trope mode these last few days, so I wanna request a 🌪, a blurb with Draco and Reader in a only one bed situation please, if that's possible!

Thank you so much!!

Ahhhhhh thank you so much dear, i love this request, the one bed trope always lives in my mind rent free!!

Midnight Mistakes

Summary: reader returns to her dorm after a party and finds someone that shouldn't be there.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 996

You were tired, very tired. You were so tired you could have fallen asleep right then and there but you deemed it best to just go to your dorm.

You waved off your friends and got up the first stairs you could find, leaving the still going party. You opened the door to your dorm and got inside, not even bothering to turn on the lights, instead opting to just fall on the bed, utterly exhausted.

The bed felt like heaven and you smiled to yourself, happy to be able to finally close your eyes.

"What are you doing here?!"

A voice made you reluctantly open your eyes but the sudden light that pervaded the room closed them immediately.

"Get out of my dorm, i'm trying to sleep here!" you said, voice slightly muffled by the sheets underneath you.

"This is my dorm, you have to get out!"

You forced yourself to sit up on the bed and with your eyes tightly narrowed you recognized the figure standing against the closed door of your dorm, your housemate Draco Malfoy.

"I think i'd know if this wasn't my dorm, don't you think so?" you turned your head around, taking in the environment and realizing that the room was, in fact, not your dorm, "Wait, this isn't my dorm."

"You don't say." Draco was eyeing you with a displeased look on his face as you stood up from the bed, smoothing your dress.

"Guess i was wrong." you just shrugged your shoulders and started to make your way towards the door, but Draco stood firmly in front of it, blocking it. "Well, didn't you want me to get out?"

"You can't, not now." he said calmly.

You eyed him suspiciously and grasped the handle but he didn't budge.

"I'm flattered, really, but i need to sleep approximately for the next four days so if you could be so kind to move, i'd really appreciate it."

"You can't, there are still people downstairs and it would be... compromising if they saw you arriving from here."

"So what should i do? Stay here until those idiots decide to go to bed?!"

"Yes, pretty much." you were looking at him with wide eyes now before bringing your hand to your face to pinch your nose in annoyance.

"Well, i need to sleep so i'm going to sleep." you stated, inching towards the bed again.

"You can't sleep here!"

"You can wake me up when they are gone or you can sleep too, the only thing that's not changing is me shutting my eyes right now, so suit yourself, blondie."

His displeased expression turned into a deep frown.

"We'll have to establish some rules. First off, no touching."

"Oh no, that was my deepest desire..." he narrowed his eyes at you and you simply smiled.

"No snoring."

"That's not something i can control!"

"Well, try." his insolence was really frustrating tp you but you were too tired to retort.

"Fine, i need something to sleep in."

"Can't you sleep in that?"

"This?" you motioned to your tight dress. "Do you really think i can sleep in this?"

He sighed, loudly, and opened one of his drawers, pulling out one of his shirts and a pair or sweatpants. He threw them at you and you scowled at him, earning a big smug smirk from him.

You waited there with the clothes in your hands, staring at him.

"Well?"

"Well, turn around."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously!"

He turned around, sighing even more heavily than before and crossed his arms in front of him.

You changed, the clothes feeling incredibly comfortable against your skin, the smell of mint and honey invading your nose. His smell.

"Done."

He eventually turned around and started to get changed too.

You forced yourself not to stare but it wasn't easy: there was no denying Draco Malfoy was attractive, but when he got his shirt off, oh Merlin.

"Like what you're seeing?" he had his back facing you but you didn't notice the big mirror that allowed him to see you blatantly eating him with your eyes.

"You wish." you tried keeping your cool despite the room getting suddenly hotter and hotter and the realization that he probably used the mirror to watch you change setting in.

He reached the bed and untucked the covers.

"You are going to sleep like that?!" he was still bare-chested, the only difference was that he was now wearing a pair of pants similar to the ones he gave you.

"What? Think you'd be unable to resist me like this?"

You got yourself under the covers and rolled your eyes before turning yourself opposite him. He chuckled again and did the same, drifting off to sleep.

The heavy drowsiness that was once weighing down on you was now gone, unholy thoughts taking its place. You were in a bed with one of the most handsome people you had ever met. And you had to ignore him.

You felt him shuffle in the bed, but didn't dare turn around.

You were starting to calm down when you felt an arm snake around your waist, tugging you closer to him. Your eyes went wider than ever and you remained frozen as he nuzzled his chin on your shoulder. You also heard him lightly snore and mentally cursed him for his hypocrisy after telling you not to.

He was sleeping, obviously, but he had just broken his own rule and you didn't know what to do.

If you moved he could have woken up and he would have probably freaked out, something you were trying to avoid. Besides, you weren't too inclined to move. You felt incredibly safe in his arms and decided to move just a little closer to him, putting your own hand on his own.

You finally felt peaceful, his smell engulfing you completely and his deep breaths caressing your skin.

"Maybe next time we could do something more in here, huh?"

He wasn't sleeping.

I got too carried away, i just love this trope!! Hope you like it lovely!

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malfoys-lover · 3 years

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YES

Best mates

Pairing: James Potter x reader Warning: NSFW! MDNI 18+, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, dirty talk Summary: Reader is just being a good friend and letting James practice going down on her, cos thats what best mates do, right? A/N: may have written this within 2 hours whilst high so hopefully its good?

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“Do you ever think about how there are more nipples in the world then people?”

“You say some stupid shit sometimes James, you’re lucky Sirius isn’t here to whack your head.”

You and James are laying on your backs on the hardwood floor of his dorm room. The rest of the Marauders are pre-occupied: Peter is in detention with McGonagall and Remus and Sirius are off doing Merlin knows what (it’s better not to ask with those two.) So that left you and James with a whole Saturday night free and bored out of your minds. You didn’t mind though, alone time with James was hard to come by, the boy was always doing and always had someone with him tagging along for the ride. He was your best mate, but he was a lot of people’s best mate, so his free time was very limited.

The two of you were laying side by side your shoulders touching, looking up at the ceiling. The only sounds that could be heard were your quiet breathing and the faint laughter and chatter ascending from the common room. It was calming, the silence, just being here with James but being close friends with the bespectacled boy you know that he is incapable of silence.

“Y’know, I’ve kissed girls,” James murmured, his eyes not leaving the ceiling.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, for such a pretty face he is very daft. “Yes James, I’m aware you’ve kissed girls. I watched you kiss some girl just last week.”

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i know i just did this for james’ birthday but the twins own my heart so how could i not — happy birthday my favorite twins <3

the bolded fic is mine, bc why not a little self-promo lol

* nsfw

Fred x Reader

Truth or Dare * // @abbyinbookland

In a Crowd of Thousands // @weasleyclaw

Action and Movies * // @sinfulweasley

Frustrations * // @nextdoor-neighbors

She * // @vogueweasley

George x Reader

Tease * // @theweasleysredhair

What Friends Are For * // @nextdoor-neighbors

Your Loss, Our Gain * // @darthwheezely

Twins x Reader

Rumors Only Grow * // @nextdoor-neighbors

48 Hours * // @toripotterr

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Just yes

Baby[DM]

Summary: Well, Draco in an arranged marriage with Astoria but in love with Y/N.(Requested)

Warning:SMUT. Chocking, spanking, rough sex, kinda angst.

⬛◾⬛ HPU

"Fuck" Draco growled as he put his car key in and started driving.

She did it again.

She drove him fucking mad, with her constant contact complaints and annoying voice, her stupid face always in front of him.

Never Pleased.

Not that be cared. Or tried really.

It was all on paper no feelings included, it was all an arrangement for both the family's sake. He didn't love her. He hated her, with all passion.

He quickly started his car and drove away to the one person, who he drove him mad in a good way.

He eagerly knocked on her apartment door, he had to get all this anger out of himself.

"Coming coming" She said opening the door, eyes sparkling when she saw that it was Draco "Draco, hi, Yo-"

He smashed his lips onto hers, not wasting a second, she returned the kiss with twice the passion, he closed the door behind them, kissing her harder.

"Jump" He mumbled and she obeyed, wrapping her legs around his waist. Draco placed his hands on her waist, carrying her to the bedroom.

He threw her on the bed.

"Strip" He demanded, taking off his own clothes.

This wasn't unusual, Draco and her had a relationship. But it was purely physical. Very often Draco would come by and just fuck her, fuck out all his anger on her. She was more than happy to let him do so.

He growled as she was left in her underwear, grabbing her hips and roughly pulling her towards him. His mouth bit her neck harshly, as she moaned "Fuck, Draco"

"Did I fucking give you permission to speak?" He spat, slapping her across her face.

"No sir" She whispered.

His large veiny hand came up to her throat squeezing it just enough to make her squirm. He tore off her underwear, not bothering to take it off. A gasp left her mouth as the cold air hit her bare cunt.

His hand rubbed her clit in circles getting her ready for him, then taking off his boxers, revealing his large erection, pumping himself a few times.

He aligned his tip with her entrance, sliding his cock through her folds, then lightly slapping it against her clit.

"Please, sir, fuck me"

He scoffed "What a pathetic slut. Such a worthless whore"

Draco slammed his entire shaft into her, she gasped loudly as he did, her nails digging into his bare skin.

Before she could adjust to his size, he pounded her hard and fast.

"Draco!" She exclaimed as he slapped her thigh.

Fucking her with all his might, showing her no mercy. The headboard hit the wall so hard it would wake the dead.

He kept thrusting into her recklessly, one hand wrapped around her neck, chocking her and the other one on her hip, slapping her thighs and ass.

"Ah, f-fuck, Dra-" she moaned loudly as he pounded into her at a ridiculous pace.

"Fuck, gonna fill up your slutty pussy" Draco groaned into her mouth.

"Please, cum in me" she begged, feeling the coil in her stomach coming undone.

"Oh, fuck"He moaned as his cum painted her walls.

Draco pulled out, catching his breath.

"Weren't you extra rough today." She giggled.

He didn't answer he just put his clothes on, and muttered a small thank you before leaving.

She frowned. Was he for fucking real?

Back at home Astoria was whining again.

"Where were you?" She demanded.

"None of your business"

"None of my business? It is my business, in fact" she snarled, walking towards him, and that's when she noticed a hickey on his neck, not one multiple.

"Are you fucking cheating on me?" She questioned, hurt was clear in her voice and eyes.

"No"

"I'm not fucking dumb, are you?"

"Yes"

He said unbothered, as if it didn't mean anything to their relationship.

"Fuck you, seriously. Go ahead and marry that whore. I'm done with you" She spat storming off to where Draco didn't care.

Draco was sure that Y/N would be happy when she heard the news; she was but she also somehow got under the idea that they could be more.

"What do you mean us? We stay the way that we are. It doesn't change anything, except for the fact that we can fuck more often now"

She scoffed "Are you sirius? I'm just a whore to you, a fuck toy you can fuck whenever you want?"

"What did you expect, for me to get down on my knees? Ask you to marry me? It's purely physical"

"Purely physical?" She scowled. "It's just sex to you?"

He nodded.

"Then go find another plaything"

Did he really screw that up?

Why would him getting divorced change anything? Well, he did quite often wonder what it would be like if he wasn't stuck with Astoria.

To have her and to hold her, to be something more.

To be something more.

Fuck.

How did he not realise this sooner.

Draco Malfoy was in love with her

He loved her

And he still let her go.

He knew that he didn't deserve her, but would he really let the love of his life slip through his fingertips, the one who was carved into his veins, through pleasure and through pain.

No.

No, No.

Godric No.

She couldn't be pregnant, yet when looked at the test, it was positive.

Draco Malfoy was the father.

She sighed placing the test on the counter, looking in the mirror, big fearful eyes staring right back.

She heard a knock on the door, curse the bastard.

The pit in her stomach became worse as she was met by his silver eyes.

"Hi" He said.

"What are you doing here?"

He inhaled sharply "I wanted to apologise"

"Come in" She stepped back inviting him in.

"So, listen. I-I was being irrational and stupid" He kept his gaze down, too ashamed to look her in the eyes

"And I do want more, I'm sorry" He bit his lip, now looking at her, she looked absolutely gorgeous right now.

She gulped, her mouth becoming dry, palms sweaty "Y-you kind of already have more"

"More? How so?"

She took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes, gesturing for him to follow her, he went with her into the bathroom.

She picked up the pregnancy test, flashing it before his eyes, he took the test into his hands.

"Draco, I'm pregnant"

His eyes widened, mind spinning, heart beat fastening.

"Y-You, who's the father?"

She tilted her head towards him, fuck, he was probably gonna yell at her for better irresponsible. She closed her eyes waiting for him screams, but was instead met with the warmth of his body.

He picked her up, arms resting right near her bum.

"Your carrying my child?" he grinned, brushing his fingers through her hair, effortlessly keeping her lifted with one arm.

"Yeah" she nodded,

He pulled her into a kiss, colliding his lips with hers, kissing her with passion, with affection, with love.

"I love you"

Draco whispered, eyes still closed, voice deep and husky.

"I love you" he whispered again.

She pulled him into a kiss again.

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy"

He chuckled softly.

"You do?"

"I do"

He pushed her on the counter, kissing her neck, pulling her black dress up to her thighs.

"Let's make a baby properly, yeah?"

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Reblogging this here as well.

Huge Announcement!!!

Hi everyone! Many of you know that i previously identified as a demigirl, used she/they pronouns, and preferred to be called Rae over Rylee.

After doing some soul searching, I realized none of those were actually true for me. I was lying to myself.

This is me announcing who I am:

My name is Arden Frankie. I prefer they/them pronouns. I am a genderfluid pansexual.

Feel free to ask me anything, just please be respectful. I love you, my darlings!

-Arden💚

Tagging some of my loves under the cut

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I’m a slut-

Four is Company - Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theo Nott x Reader

so… how we doin? um, just let the title speak for itself ;) Shoutout to ma girl Tvesa who helped me wit this idea ily bae<3 i have no explanation for what i just wrote except for…. bye and hope u like it!

Warnings: smut, foursome, dom draco, dom blaise, dom theo, they’re all cocky bastards ugh, throat fucking/oral (male receiving), fingering, degradation (quite a bit), teasing, prolly more idk lmk which other warnings i should add (all acts are consensual, safe word is in place)

Three holes, three boys.

Three holes for three boys.

S’all you were. S’all you’re going to be tonight.

You knew your boyfriend Draco was immensely close to his two best friends, but you never fathomed this intimacy to include you. You most certainly didn’t expect for you to be brought into the position which you were currently in, not that you were complaining.

It all started with a mere comment from the slippery mouth of Draco about how it would make things more interesting to add them to the mix at least once. A joke was all you perceived it as at first. However as your thoughts roamed with the visualization of being taken by all three Slytherin boys, you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your tummy that erupted and the undeniable fire that burned with desire. Your love was fully encapsulated by Draco, but you both were adventurous together; especially when it came to sex. Nothing was off limits, now the only question was whether or not Theo and Blaise were up for joining you and Draco for a single night.

They seemed rather keen and very open to the notion, making sure to respect all boundaries set by Draco prior. You had taken notice to the blonde pulling Theo and Blaise aside to discuss your limits, his limits, and overall just how to ensure that you would be safe and comfortable with the forthcoming actions. Draco had a separate talk with you assuring your consent with them ravishing you roughly with very little mercy on your body.

The excitement you felt tingling in your core when you listened to your boyfriend explore the different actions that will be performed on you tonight, was enough for you to demand that the other two boys pad over to the dorm room immediately and take care of your aching pussy.

Your urgency seemed to prove useful considering your present state. Let’s see, shall we?

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“Such a messy lil’ cunt yeah? All for us.” Draco groaned. He grunted. He moaned. “C’mon love answer us. What’s wrong?” His mocking tone held no semblance of lenience, just the tease and malice that urged you to go faster. Even if you couldn’t see him, you could feel the cocky smirk adorning his face pressing against your jugular vein which was pulsing with rapture. Seated between Draco’s open legs, your back pressed flush against his muscular chest. His lanky arm slung around your waist, keeping you anchored down on his cock. The other snaked up your body, his long fingers flicking at your erect, hardened nipples. Your walls felt like velvet around his shaft, his cock being squeezed oh so tantalizingly by your tightness. He thrusted up into you at an unforgivable pace, your upper body heaving wildly from the rapid force.

You wanted to whimper. To whine. To cry out in sheer pleasure. But your verbiage was being restricted by the large girth of Blaise’s hard dick.

Your throat was constricting around his length, your lips barely managing to be kept steady against his member. With his head tossed back, and his hands balancing himself on a nearby desk table, Blaise jolted his hips forward farther and farther each second, the tip of his cock prodding at the back of your throat. Sultry gags escaped from your lips, as did beads of saliva slipping from your gargling mouth. “You heard him. Fucking answer us.” Blaise seethed through clenched teeth, setting an impossibly rougher pace that had tears leaking from your waterlogged eyes. The impact of your cunt getting absolutely demolished and your vocal cords getting rubbed raw bringing about the tears of your fucked out state.

It hurt so good, it almost was unfeasible for it to get any better.

But Theo built on to the pleasure which surpassed every expectation you had.

Digits working into your soaking pussy, Theo gave no compassion as he fingered you; seated by your side. You could feel his fingers deep within you, rubbing at the inner walls of your throbbing cunt. His nails brushed against your cervix, the sensation adding to the already overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing from Draco. Theo’s other hand worked your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with three fingers, your breathing quickening as your want to scream out in ecstasy rised. “So speechless isn’t she? So pathetic too, can’t even speak. Why is that hmm?”

Fuck you Theo.

The brunette was notorious for his teasing manner during sex, at least that’s what you’ve heard. Pansy and him had hooked up once last year, and from what she said, Theo was a lot more dominant than he let on.

Seems as if they all were. With all three of your holes getting fucked without any pity on your body, it was apparent they all were enjoying you in different degrees.

With the impending prospect of your orgasm, you craved to get Blaise to reach his release first so that yours could be all the more enjoyable. Of course if the boys knew this, they’d taunt you.

Call you a greedy little whore. Tell you how disrespectful you are to them. And then they’d proceed to drag the night on with excessive amounts of edging until you reach your next orgasm. So if only you could hide this bright idea of yours from them.

Tongue running up and down his shaft, the stutter in his hips spurred you on to suck faster. “Such a good little toy. Y’gonna make me cum so hard. Fuck, Draco you weren’t wrong. Her mouth is heaven on earth.” Blaise breathed through desperate pants of euphoria. You couldn’t ignore the flutter in your heart and your cunt when he praised you, it encouraged you to increase the enthusiasm which you sucked him off with.

Draco’s nose began nudging at your jawline as a sign of approval and pride. “What did I tell you mate?” The pink muscle of his tongue darted out to lick a long stripe from your collarbone to the lobe of your ear. You shivered as pleasure coursed through your alert veins, you having to be held down by Draco’s strong arms to prevent your entire frame from buckling. He knew your body’s reaction would be as such, and it only got him to fuck you harder.

Deep in your chest, you could feel an array of moans and whimpers building but they were soon paused by the gags and blubbers of incoherence.

Your own hands came up to grip at Blaise’s bare thighs as a surrogate stabilizer as Draco continued. “My girl always had a talent for that. Not just a tight little cunt, baby’s got a tight little mouth too. Feels so good.”

‘My girl.’

His girl.

Tonight you might be under the full control of Draco, Theo, and Blaise— but you’ll always be the ocean eyed beauty’s girl. Forever ‘n ever—promise of a lifetime.

You were so caught up in the high of having the two boys exchange words back and forth about how multitalented you were, you almost didn’t notice the sudden lack of stimulation occurring from below. Almost.

Theo had removed his fingers completely from your pussy, leaving that part of your body with a sudden empty feeling. You whined around Blaise’s cock, your lower legs thrashing in disappointment. The vibration of the whimper you let out zipped through Blaise’s body, getting him oh so close to his point of pleasure.

The aggressive movement had Draco growling in your ear, his hand coming down to slap the soft flesh of your stomach, then farther south to the apex of your twitching thigh. The sensitivity left a prominent handprint against your both places on your skin, dulcet moans ripping their way through the base of your throat.

“Aww, what’s wrong? ‘M not enough? Want Theo’s fingers back?” He feigned pouting tauntingly.

Draco knew the answer as did the smirking brunette who had brought his digits up to his lips, licking off the built up arousal that had decorated the tips with a lewd slurping noise. Although, his eyes held no emotion, just a middle ground nonchalant look.

Theo came off his fingers with a pop, green irises piercing into your own. “Looks like you were right about two things mate. She’s so fucking greedy. S’never enough for her. Little baby doesn’t even deserve m’fingers let alone y’cock. Wouldn’t you agree Y/N?” There’s that smirk again, quite identical to the one curling Draco’s pink lips upwards.

Fuck. You. Theo.

Tilting your head as much as you could with the restriction that you quite literally had a dick down your throat, you shot daggers at Theo through your bloodshot eyes. You wanted to pull away from Blaise and give all three of them a piece of your mind but all insults soon died on your tongue as you felt the boy above you tipping off the edge. “So quick already, fuck.”

Eyes screwed shut, you let Blaise release into the warmth of your mouth; his lips parting in a silent moan. His cum painting your hollowed cheeks. The salty taste burnt itself into your tongue, this night was one that would surely be remembered. “S-so good.” His voice hitched as you began leading his member out of your slack-jawed mouth. Your saliva mixed with a string of his cum that danced upon your lips, the small ribbon still connecting you to the head of his cock.

Draco brought his face closer to yours to catch a sight of how you were looking after getting your throat fucked without even a sprinkle of delicacy. And it most certainly was a sight for their sore eyes.

In fact, your presence made him miss your lips around him, it had almost been 4 days since the last time. To Draco that was near close to a lifetime. He made a mental note to take care of that later this week.

He soon was brought back to reality when you were just sitting there, peering up at Blaise like a deer in the headlights. “Swallow, c’mon don’t act as if y’don’t know what to do.” said Draco impatiently. “Just cuz y’mind is all dizzy doesn’t mean that you can forget the rules.” His hands melding into the bruised flesh of your breasts, the motion provided a sense of comfort yet urgency to obey their demands.

Complying within seconds, you took Blaise’s cum down your throat with a spiraling shiver down your spine. The feeling wasn’t foreign, but being fucked simultaneously whilst you swallowed was, in fact, new and exhilarating.

You struggled to keep your patience up for much longer, you needed to cum, so you hoped and prayed to every deity out there that Draco wouldn’t halt his ministrations on you.

Didn’t work, nope. It didn’t.

He came to a full stop and it was blatantly obvious to tell from his heavy breaths that even he was coming close to the edge. So why he decided to stop is beyond you. He delivered a wink to the other two boys who were admiring you as if you were a work of art in a high class museum. Which, to them and many others, you definitely were.

You had the ability to whine this time, your hands leaving their original place on Blaise’s thighs and itching to reach over and tug and Draco’s blonde locks— and use them as leverage to bounce yourself on his cock and get the job done without his help. Even if you knew it wouldn’t be useful, you still wanted to test your luck.

Was the boy psychic?

Because as soon as you made a single movement to do so, he caught your wrists in mid-air, binding them with a single hand of his. You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to let them drop onto your lap. “You’ll take what I fucking give you.” He hissed into your ear, your entire face heating up in a blurry line of frustration and embarrassment.

“‘M sorry!” You feebly argued. “But Theo pulled his fingers away from me, then you stopped completely sir and I wanted to cum.” You were sniffling your words through staccato toned syllables. Furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of Blaise still climbing down from his cloud nine high, you made grabby hands that clasped open and closed at Theo, wanting him to return the friction back onto your throbbing heat.

“Is that why you were sucking me off so fast? So that you could cum sooner?” Blaise cocked an expectant eyebrow, the sudden realization dawning upon Draco and Theo.

“Is that true love? Being a little too needy tonight?” Theo inquired, eyes trained on his fingernails, the very same ones that had been churning your insides—his tone indifferent.

You couldn’t stand his proud voice, all cocky and shit eating. Ugh, it drove you insane. So insane that you risked upcoming punishment just to tell that fool off. “Shut the fuck up Theo. I don’t care.” Your eyes made a full circle as they rolled with exaggeration.

Theo sniggered in amusement, Blaise’s mocking laugh following suit, and Draco’s hold on you tightening, the movement shifting you on his cock slightly, the tip almost hitting just the right spot. You bit back a moan, suppressing it as well as you could.

“What the hell was that? Our little slut shouldn’t be talking that way to us, wouldn’t you think boys?” Draco’s hand drew circles around your attention deprived nub as he awaited a response from the other two.

Blaise nodded eagerly, “She was a good little cocksucker, but she’s a brat. And you told me yourself, brats don’t get to cum.”

You made a noise of utter confusion, head lulling back to rest just below Draco’s bobbing Adam’s apple. You jutted your lips out in a show of innocence, hoping the action will persuade him to take it easy on you and give you what you wanted.

You didn’t expect him nudge your head forward, completely disregarding your plea. “Stop that. And keep still, for Merlin’s sakes. Is that so hard to do?” He demanded roughly, a zing of annoyance detected when he spoke. Your cheeks burnt with embarrassment.

You muttered a barely there apology which Draco just wasn’t having. “None of that tonight Y/N. Blaise is right, I told him that if you were being unnecessarily rude or bratty then we didn’t have to let you cum.” He winked down at you, running his tongue against the upper row of his teeth.

Hoping to sneak your way past his notice, you began rolling your hips for some—even the slightest bit— of a rekindled fire in your aching belly. Of course, nothing escapes the three Slytherins. “Don’t you see that?” Theo scoffed, “Poor thing’s trying to get off by herself. Using you, mind you. If that isn’t bratty, I’m not sure what is.”

“I’m not!” You spat, venom lacing your voice. Draco growled at your rebuttal, fingers coming down to swat down against your core which pulsed in interest at the contact. You bit your tongue to prevent an obscene noise from slipping out.

“Hey, don’t talk back. I don’t wanna hear it okay?” He wasn’t playing around, you could practically feel his jaw clench from where you were. “You were being a brat, don’t argue.” Nodding solemnly, you settled.

Pushing it any more would result in further irritation that would just delay your pleasure. “S’not hard to follow simple instructions is it?” He delivered a few harsh slaps to your supple skin; first on your thigh, then your pussy, and even landing one right down on your cheek. Each one accompanied by a yelp emitted from your shocked figure. “Need another one to remind you?” He was close to screaming at this point, the fume across his features was evident.

“N-no sir. Sorry.” The sting slid its way down to your core, only adding to the arousal that was accumulating.

Yeah, it was kind of confirmed at this point that you were not getting to your pinnacle peak any time soon. S’okay, the chase was pretty thrilling.

“Boys, what do you think? Should we let our desperate little plaything cum? Or should we teach her a lesson on behavior?” Your boyfriend simpered.

Their conversation, past this point, fell upon your deaf ears, all you could hear was your name in different variations.

Slut, whore, brat, and a few others that were not unknown to you; what didn’t fly past your earshot was when Draco referred to you as their little rag doll. That was a new one, and you couldn’t deny how much it enlivened you.

They were talking about you as if you weren’t even presently in the room let alone sitting on Draco’s cock that was so close to hitting your g-spot. Have they forgotten you’re still there? Because it sure as hell seems so.

“Um excuse me,” you snapped your fingers impatiently, the action getting their attention. “Are you aware I’m right here?” You looked at them incredulously when all you got was sneers as a response.

“That’s unimportant right now doll, you can talk once we’ve finished discussing what we’re going to do for you tonight. You got me?” Blaise’s voice held an underlying rasp that dangerously sunk itself into your ears. You quickly retracted with a swift nod.

As they talked, and talked, and talked for what seemed like much too long; Draco was absentmindedly flicking your nub between his thumb and pointer finger, eliciting wanton moans from your cracking voice.

Feeling like a lifetime of banter back and forth about you, they finally settled on a consensus. Whatever that agreement was, well you were about to find out.

“You want to cum darling?” Draco’s hot breath fanned over your flustered cheek, ghosting just by your ear that perked in intent.

“Y-yeah.” You breathed, as there was a little tingle in your chest from Draco’s warm talking pattern.

“How many times?” Theo quipped, piquing your interest.

The hell does he mean by that?

“Huh-”

“Three times? Four? Or can we decide?” Blaise leaned against the stone wall, the chill feeling pleasant against his still sweating back.

“Oh Blaise, of course we can decide.” said Theo. “What’s she going to say? She’s just going to get what she wants and move on from tonight. Oh no, we promised Draco that we’d give her a night like no other.”

Fuck you Theo….again.

Draco inhaled sharply, optics shooting up to meet Blaise’s. “He’s got a point mate.” Now his eyes were focused on you, and you were fidgeting in a bout of agitation and anticipation. “Angel, we’ll let you cum. We’ll let you have us, over and over and over until we’re satisfied. Until we’re done with you. Alright? You got us?”

Your eyes lit up and your grin stretched from ear to ear. By Merlin, you were ethereal, a goddess like no other. “Mhmm, I gotcha.” You looked at the three hopefully.

“Until we’re satisfied, right baby?” Theo confirmed, ugh that damn teasing tone yet again. You couldn’t complain though, what use would it serve?

“Yes, until you’re satisfied.”

“And?”

“‘M gonna be good f’you.”

“Why?”

Oh my god.

“Because ‘m your little slut. Happy now?”

Jeez Theo, how big is your ego?

“Good.” said Draco, a change in his tone; the dominance peering through thickly. “Now stay still. And don’t give us any of that cheek, got me? We won’t hesitate to give you a punishment to keep you in check.”

Your eyes followed the movements of the other two, Theo taking Blaise’s place in front of you; his cock springing from out of his boxers— to be met before your lips. Blaise coming to your side, his fingers already working your clit. And Draco set a rough pace inside of you, that had your whole body buzzing with adrenaline.

“Yes sir.”

Three holes, three boys.

Three holes for three boys.

S’all you were. S’all you’re going to be tonight.

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Fred was positioned between your quivering thighs with his large hand holding his even larger cock, the leaking tip prodding at your entrance. you bucked your hips in anticipation; eager to get some, -any- kind of friction, intrusion, movement.

for what felt like an eternity, he’s been teasing you with his fingers and tongue but to your dismay, never his cock.

“i know sweetheart, but you know i have to get you nice and ready for me,” he laid a feather kiss on the tip of your nose, “wouldn’t want to hurt you.” despite your sympathetic nod you kept your hips up high in the air, hoping you could persuade him into finally caving in.

this wasn’t your first time with the boy, oh no, you were far from that. but still, he always made sure to prep you to his liking by edging you, using lube -sometimes even spit-, until he was certain you’ll able to take him flawlessly.

your eagerness was quickly shut down as Fred started slowly inching his cock into your tight hole, making you grit your teeth and dig your nails into his biceps, creating crescent moon-shaped indents in his skin. you knew taking him would be difficult -it always is- but the initial stretch still caught you off-guard, making you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling powerless against the firm hold he had on your waist.

“i’m almost in sweetheart, just a little more.”

your sharp intake of breath accompanied by your small whimpers made the boy want to slam into you with full force but he restrained himself for your sake, whispering small apologies and praises into the kiss he so desperately tried to distract you with.

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, baby? look at you taking me so well,” after seeing your eyes still remained shut, he brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face gently, making you finally look up at him, “i’m serious. look, sweetheart; take it in.” Fred mused, gesturing to where the two of you were connected.

heat spread across your cheeks as you slowly sat up on your forearms, your muscles contracting; your velvety walls squeezing the boy’s length buried smugly, deeply in your pussy, making him grunt at the same time as you moaned at the sight. seeing the way he was quite literally balls deep inside you, your arousal mixed with his saliva coating his lower abdomen, not to mention the bulge his thick tip created curving beneath your hot skin.

“how are you feeling, darling? better now?”

you smiled back up at him, nodding your head gently, “feels like the first time.” you admitted, your voice coming out a little strangled. it really did feel like it was your first time, despite him having you numerous times before.

Fred could honestly get off on how angelic you looked as you so desperately tried to take him all in, how your walls stretched to accommodate to his size, insides involuntarily rearranging to make room for his length. but most importantly, knowing he could break you if it wasn’t for his strong sense of self-restraint.

couldn’t wait to see how full you’ll look after he came inside you.

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waste me — d.m

pairing — draco malfoy x fem!reader

includes — sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, choking, innocence kink, ddlg, humiliation/degradation, hints to unprotected sex (please use protection), minors dni!

a/n — i’m so sorry for once again a shitty ending, but I hope you enjoy <3

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Y/n was gasping for breath, her own fingers scratching at the hand that was wrapped securely around her throat, long and pale fingers squeezing at the sides just to have her eyes rolling back.

“Such a dumb little whore, hm? Absolutely nothing without my cock, isn’t that right, little one?”

The words that he spat at her were only fuelling the fire that was between her thighs — along with the pace he had set, pounding into her with her knees up to her chest, the sight so obscene. Y/n was finding it hard to answer, though she managed to babble out a pathetic excuse of a whine.

There was a stark juxtaposition between the simmering gaze he held on her and the way her doe-like irises batted up at him — twinkling and bashful, her cheeks warm and her lips pursed in a pout. She looked incredibly innocent, but the way Draco fisted at her hair and kneaded at her flesh — it was almost as if he was corrupting her.

The two were the epitome of chalk and cheese, their dynamics complete opposites, but there was something so exhilarating about the relationship.

“Doesn’t daddy’s cock feel good, huh? Hitting all the right spots so deep inside you, aren’t I?”

Y/n was nodding her head as best as she could, staring up at him through thick lashes and she cried out when Draco brought a hand up to her face, squeezing her cheeks between a single thumb and the rest of his fingers.

“Feels s’good, daddy! So perfect!”

The rasp in her throat had his cock throbbing, the way she spoke so dumb and pathetic, giving him the satisfaction he craved.

“We’re a match made in heaven, angel, isn’t that right?”

Draco was pouting down at her so mockingly, before his lips drew back up in a wicked grin and thrusted his hips upwards, the angle even more delectable than the last and y/n’s lids were fluttering, trying so hard to keep her eyes open.

“Yes, daddy. I was made to be yours- was made to be your whore.”

The blasphemy that fell from her lips with a sigh had Draco’s own mouth parting in a shaky exhale, his chest rumbling with a groan. She was far too pure to speak such dirty words, but he couldn’t help but feel pleasure at the way he was corrupting his little girl.

The taut skin of his lower-stomach pressed firmly against her peaked clitoris with each thrust, that along with a single thumb switching between each hardened nipple — it had her head reeling, a real sensory overload in the best way.

“So pathetic,” He muttered, the curve of a smirk ghosting his lips, “and so fucked out already. It’s barely been five minutes, sweetheart and you already need to cum.”

Draco clicked his tongue, but the thrusting of his cock never ceased, his searing speech bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

The way he pretended some sort of distaste, the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock said otherwise — that was a firm indicator that he was as head over heels with her as she was for him.

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