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[cursedmoon-doll13]

La Petite Mort

(Lucius Malfoy x Reader)

Cw: Smut, Noncon, PwP, Afab Reader, Death Eater Lucius, Unprotected Sex/Creampie, Fingering, Choking, Forced Orgasm, Degradation (‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ ‘mudblood’), Nasty Graveyard Sex™️

HEED WARNINGS

Word Count: 1.2k

Ao3 || Masterlist || Dividers by @/saradika

Late that evening, you find yourself wandering, loitering, roaming aimlessly in the quiet of your local graveyard. Humid fog cloaks the night as street lamps flicker on and hum, flashing with yellowy light. Death is out of reach, distant and unreal.

But then, it finds you first, grasping you powerfully. You yelp as your head bumps sorely against the mossy tombstone, caged in by a spectre… 

“Who— Who are you?!” 

The hooded figure does not answer. In the dark, your blood freezes to ice inside your veins as you watch him reach into his clothes and draw out some long, sharp object— A switchblade, he’s going to—

“Muffliato,” he hisses.

The flash of car headlights blinds you— But your desperate pleads for help all go unanswered. He tsks as his gloved hand seizes your jaw and pulls you forcefully towards him. Blown softly from the slits in his mask, his cool breath fans over your skin. 

“To think this utter filth could have such an effect on me…” The figure mutters quietly, as if to only himself: “You dare to be so alluring…” 

“I— I don’t know what you’re…”  

You shriek as he brandishes the pointed object again, uttering incantations, and your clothes melt away like fragile, torn spiderwebs. It dies in your throat as he squeezes your windpipe, the frigid night wind air biting at your naked flesh— If only you could wriggle out of his grasp— but some unnatural force has paralysed you, left you completely at his mercy. 

“Hold your tongue, Mudblood,” he spits contemptuously, as the other leathery hand slithers down your belly, prying your thighs apart— Now, you finally understand— His true motive— 

A long, smooth finger curls into your pussy, and you screech at the unwelcome intrusion. But then, he pulls briefly out, his strange knife prods at your leg, and lustful heat pours into you— No, this can’t be happening, but oh God, it is— The heady slick of your arousal is coating his glove, eliciting slimy, lewd noises as he pumps mercilessly into your wet cunt— Fuck, he’s tightening his grip on your throat, cutting off your whimpers as you choke, squirming feebly.

“Look at you, muggle slut,” he’s mocking you, his deep voice dipping silkily into a croon. “You are lapping it up, aren’t you? Desperate whore.” 

His thumb rubs harshly over your clit, and you shudder, flinching away from the jolt of nerves that stings you; rejecting it. You let out a strangled sort of cry as the offending fingers pinch, hard, and another slides into your soaked pussy, assaulting you utterly.

“All this time, you’ve been waiting for me…” The man sneers haughtily. “None of your weak, worthless kind could ever satisfy you, no, not like I could.” 

Fear-stricken, all you can do is stare dumbly into those metal slats. You’re still petrified against the stony grave, as if bound by invisible manacles— Worse still, the satisfaction you feel is real; a fiery spark of pleasure, rising up against your will… 

And then you shriek loudly again as you are thrown onto your back on the filthy ground. You see him clearly now, looming tyrannically against the backdrop of a coldly gleaming sky— The outline of a dark, shrouded robe, long strands of silvery hair escaping through the confines of his hood, and the unforgiving visage of his embellished mask…  

But your moment of freedom is abruptly cut off as you’re rolled around onto your stomach, gasping and clutching for purchase on the foetid soil. The dark fabric of his shroud billows and wafts over you, strangely pleasant… Almost.

“Yes… This is all you’ve ever wished for,” he murmurs softly into your ear, caressing you, gentle as a lover. “… And so much more. Isn’t that right?” 

Your joints lock up, horrified, as the unmistakable outline of his cock twitches over your ass. The hooded figure sighs contentedly, and, flexing his gloved hands, lifts you up by the hips, positioning himself readily over your dripping cunt. You swallow, only capable of whining futilely in protest; whatever restraint binds you, it holds you fast.

“Be still, now,” he commands. 

You have no other choice. With a pleasant hum, your assailant fills you to the brim with his cock, sinking into you like hot, insidious venom. Damp cemetery dirt sticks onto your bare flesh, crusting your knees as you press your forehead to the ground… No, no, If you could wish for anything but your escape right now, it would be to smother that sickly sweet aching in your abdomen, the drag against your insides as he rolls his hips into you… Pulling out, slowly, and thrusting back in with a wet slap. He moans deeply. 

“This is good, very good…” The masked man purrs. “See how you can pleasure me, serve me… Even as a mudblood. You are gifted, indeed.” 

You let out a croaky noise - somehow too exhausted to fight back any longer - as he kneads your thighs, forcing you to take every sordid inch of him into your throbbing cunt. The soil spills through your fingers, whining pitifully as unwanted thrills spiral through you with his every deliberate movement. 

“So tight… So wet. You can’t deny it, can you?” 

Chuckling, the man adjusts you carefully and fucks you harder still, vibrating your ravished body with a low groan, a decadant thing. 

“Ah, you take me so well…” 

There’s nothing that can stop the needy whine that spills from your lips, as he just hits that perfectly mind-numbing spot— Are you under some strange fog, a dream, or spell…? He slides you over his cock so perfectly, it feels as if you were meant to be his, in his grip, being used like a beloved plaything… You could almost let him have you… Just let him… 

“That’s it,” he’s saying. “Surrender yourself to me.” 

As he holds you flush against him, his cool breath brushes over your nape, the silvery strands of his hair tickling your skin. His pace quickens as he rocks steadily into you, lapping over your consciousness like euphoric waves, rising higher and higher… 

“Please…” 

You don’t know why you’re begging; or what for, but the heat radiating from your core is burning so hot, like boiling poison threatening to spill over. Trembling now, you choke out a strangled moan as his gloved fingers swiftly find your clit again and rub urgently— his breath hastens and hitches above you— his thrusts strike true, burying himself deep inside your pussy— Your walls spasm and clench around him— Your own climax jolts you, giving sorely little warning before releasing its knot and assaulting your body, so intense it’s almost painful— The masked man rolls his hips hard— He cums inside you, and it feels like the sting of fangs, a deposit of venom. 

For a moment, there is stillness. You hear the distant squeal of tires again, but louder is your own heartbeat, skittish as a captured prey animal.

“You’re mine, now…”

Your assailant’s darkly rich voice has dipped into a hypnotic hiss - almost calming - and you go limp in his arms, fucked into submission. He hums and softly strokes your hair, almost affectionately, and the darkness, thick and bleak, consumes you.

[wellpresseddaisy]

The Potion Master's Guide to the Magical Ton pt.1

Narcissa suppressed the urge to bite her lip and forced her face into a smooth visage, even though no one else sat in her boudoir with her. She would not give Mother even one forty-sixth of an inch to get her claws in the next time they met. She heard what Mother said to Bella at the last Lattimore-Comstock card party about her complexion. No, she would not frown or bite her lips or do anything that would allow Mother to find either wrinkle or imperfection, which made the letter in her hands all the more irksome. Who on this earth did Frank Longbottom mean? Lucius, while certainly exceeding pretty, hadn’t been considered ‘little’ for a great many years. Possibly never, if Maman Amelie’s complaints over birthing him were to be believed. Narcissa patted the soft swell of her abdomen and hoped her child would be quite a bit smaller than Papa at birth.

Lucius also hadn’t made a curtsey at Almack’s, so that let him quite out. Purebloods only ever complained when they found one of their number who’d curtseyed unchaperoned in London, specifically. She’d no idea why London made them get their backs up when meeting in a country lane did not, but there lay the hypocrisy of Society. Social conventions must be honored, but only where everyone could see. But why would Frank think it her problem? She and Lucius had guardianship of precisely 0 young men who’d curtsied.

Could he mean Severus? Surely Longbottom knew Severus was not actually under their purview? He was the only one Narcissa knew who might get into anything termed a row with anyone, although he generally had good reason. Docile, Severus was not. Lucius had, after one full day of Severus at his most waspish, likened his personality to a bear trap in a moment of frustration. As much as Narcissa adored their young friend, Lucius had a point.

She rose from her escritoire and went in search of Lucius. Perhaps he could make heads or tails of any of this? She thought he’d been rather close with Longbottom, once. Perhaps he would still understand how the man’s mind worked? She ran him to ground in his study, frowning over a pile of ledgers.

He’d taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Merlin and Morgana. She took in the sight for a moment, appreciating the soft, golden light of a Summer afternoon shining off his hair and highlighting the breadth of his shoulders under crisp, white linen. She could be half dead, she decided, and she’d still get up off her bed to see her husband in shirtsleeves and waistcoat, especially when he’d removed his cravat and his shirt fell open at the throat. He had such a lovely throat.

“Trouble, darling?” she asked. She could ogle him later.

“My beloathed Pater biffed off to France just as the ten-year audit is beginning and left me holding the bag,” Lucius grumbled.

“Of course he did, dear one. What do you think he’s dodging this time, beyond the  responsibility?” Narcissa joined him behind the desk and enjoyed running her hands over his broad shoulders.

One made one’s fun where one could, of course.

“I’ve no idea. He’s left running the estate to me for the past few years. It could be his investment account, I suppose. He doesn’t much like me seeing what he’s doing there.” Lucius sighed and raked his hands through his hair.

“Hmm. Yes, most likely. Would you have a moment? I received the most intriguing letter from Frank Longbottom in the morning’s post. I can’t make out precisely what he means.”

“Why would Frank—” Lucius reached for the letter.

“That was my question, as well.”

“Oh Merlin, he’s trotted out all his titles. He really must have been in a snit while writing. My dear Mrs. Malfoy—” Lucius read.

My dear Mrs. Malfoy,

It is with great displeasure that I felt I must write to apprise you of the shocking lack of  conduct of one under your guardianship.

“He hasn’t changed a whit,” Lucius commented. “Still as officious as ever. He wasn’t this bad at school, though.”

This morning, I went into London. It was there I found your ward, unchaperoned and in the midst of a row with the proprietor of a shop. I will not assault your tender eyes with an account of the invective or the opprobrius epithets

“I wonder how many times it took him to spell opprobrius?” Narcissa asked. “If I remember correctly, he was always in disgrace with professors over his spelling.”

“So was half of both of our classes.”

“There is that, I suppose. Parents should take much better care over early education.”

“Shall I continue?”

“Please. You do ‘insulted stuffed shirt’ so well.”

Lucius snorted and continued.

the opprobrius epithets hurled at the poor shop keep. I, of course, stepped in and remonstrated sharply with your ward. He behaved much the same to me. While I do not wish to cause trouble, I would recommend a sharp word with him regarding his conduct. I would further recommend, when you or your husband are unavailable, that he be assigned a chaperone who will brook no nonsense.

I cannot believe one who is under your tender care would so forget his conduct as to behave in such a thoroughly disgraceful manner. Thankfully, I know you and your husband will see to it that it never happens again. I hope you will not think it amiss that I took him under my own authority and saw him through the nearest Floo to your home. I did not feel that he, in that state, ought to be allowed to go any further astray.

I do hope that your husband will impress upon him the dangers a pretty little lad might face unchaperoned and unprotected in London. Do tell him, from me, that I think six would suffice. Eight if he’s quarrelsome and willful.

Ever in your service,

Francis Longbottom

“I’m not reading the full collection of titles. It’s positively indecent putting them all in.” Lucius scoffed at the closure. “Ever in your service? Salazar’s wand he’s become insufferable. And it shows he doesn’t know me at all. I would never subject anyone to six of the best. Beastly. I’ve always been able to get my message across in other ways.”

“I blame his mother,” Narcissa commented idly. “She behaves as if every word from his mouth is straight from Merlin. I have an idea of who he might mean, but surely not. He has to know it can’t be.”

“Just, for one moment, consider that Frank Longbottom is famous for having no sense of humor at all. Further consider that absolutely exhausted little joke the Slytherins made, and still make, about Severus being our first.”

“No,” Narcissa breathed in horrified delight. She hated being correct on some occasions. “He wouldn’t be so mutton-headed.”

“Frank is capable of a great deal of mutton-headery, I’m afraid. You know he voted for the guardianship bill that came up last Wizengamot seasion. I can do the whole speech if you’d like.”

“As much as I would love to hear it, darling, I think we’ll have to save that for later. Where’s Severus? If that happened this morning…oh, the poor dear. He must be fuming. Mipsy!”

A quiet pop heralded the arrival of an extremely tidy elf.

“Mistress called?”

“Could you locate Mr. Snape and ask him to attend us in the study?” Narcissa asked.

“Mipsy will find Master Severus.” She popped out again.

“Does he know they call him Master Severus?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’ve no idea. He hasn’t smashed a decanter over it, so he may not know precisely what it means.” Lucius looked up from his ledgers. “Do you think I should play the angry prefect with him?”

“Don’t be cruel, darling. He’s going to be confused enough being called to the study as it is.”

“And he always responded better to that face you made — the ‘I’m not angry only terribly disappointed’ one.”

“We’ll be as normal as we can be about Frank Longbottom crashing in where he isn’t wanted,” Narcissa decided.

“Did you hear that he ordered his wife to stop working the minute he heard she was expecting?” Lucius asked. “In front of all her colleagues at St. Mungo’s?”

“And he isn’t searching Lancashire for his bits? Mrs. Longbottom has more patience than I could ever muster.”

“Between the husband and the Dowager, I’m surprised she’s ever allowed to express an opinion.”

“Er, you wished to see me?” Severus sidled into the room, holding a stack of cards and looking shifty.

“Yes, dear heart. Oh, please don’t look so nervous. Come and sit.” Narcissa crossed to Severus and pulled him further into the room. She easn’t entirely sure the Study would help calm him at all. When Severus got in a state nothing would, really.

The sofa was a deep and squashy one, perfect for afternoon naps while avoiding work. Narcissa perched on the edge of a chair while Lucius pulled Severus down to sit on the sofa with him.

“I received a perfectly ridiculous letter just now,” she began.

“Bloody Longbottom!” Severus interrupted, flushing. “The apothecary promised faithfully to provide the finest quality ingredients, and at the time I specified. He had nothing ready when I got there and then, then he tried to sell me inferior belladonna. I specifically told him I needed the premium quality and I don’t know what I’m going to tell Master Cavallieri when I go back. This was meant to be part of my Master Work. On top of that, bloody Frank Longbottom scruffed me in bloody public and told me to mind my manners like the nice lad he knew I was!”

Narcissa blinked. “And you didn’t bite him? ”

“I think I was too shocked at being scruffed,” Severus admitted.

“Did he say anything else?” Lucius asked gently.

“He apologized for my reprehensible conduct.” Severus looked angry enough to spit tacks. “And then he dragged me out of the shop and to the nearest Floo, since he couldn’t allow me to run about loose and unsupervised as I was clearly overwrought. Overwrought! I have never been overwrought a day in my life!”

Narcissa could argue with that, but kept her counsel. No sense in twitting Severus when he’d been so embarrassed already.

“I hope you got him with something truly awful,” Lucius soothed.

“Er…” Severus bit his lip. “It was immensely petty of me, I know, but…flatulence.”

He muttered the last so low that it took Narcissa a moment to fully understand. She snorted.

“Excellently done,” Lucius said. “He’s grown into an appalling windbag, I fear. Now, would you like to continue to be angry or would you like a solution?”

“Why don’t we take this to the family sitting room and have some tea?” Narcissa rose as she spoke, moving toward the door.

“Wondeful idea, my love. Outrage does make one so parched.” Lucius chivvied Severus after her.

[justpopi]

Only the Night

Once the news of the aftermath of the battle that took place in the Department of Mysteries reached Hogwarts, it took no longer than half an hour for Draco Malfoy to lock himself up in his dorm and cry.

Wards up, he allowed himself to finally let go of the tears and sobs that were burning his eyes and chest from the inside, and let the fast-building sorrow and desperation consume him.

If you were to ask any stranger for the cause behind his wrecked state, they would say it was the capture of one Lucius Malfoy, which, valid, as the mental image of his father in a cold Azkaban prison cell was not helping in the slightest.

If you asked the same question to one of his friends, they would answer that it was the gloom prospect of one Narcissa Malfoy, which again, also valid, as the tightening of his heart when he imagined his mother alone in their big manor was very real (and very painful).

But only the soft, silver rays of moonlight painting the insides of the infirmary in the late hours of the night would tell you, if they could, that the main reason was the agonizing visage of one Hermione Granger becoming forever a gut-wrenching reminder of how close he was to lose her.

And if the night saw one Draco Malfoy tenderly holding a sleeping Golden Girl’s hand, whispering his most coveted thoughts of a brighter world, one in which he gets to love her out loud and be loved by her in return, then only the night would know.

[malfaith]

Malfoy Manor

The (In)Complete Headcanon Post

History

Malfoy Manor has a long history. The Manor has never been inhabited by someone who was not part of the Malfoy family: ownership transfers to the heir with the family name. The Manor has been held by women but never transferred through the female line (though this is not impossible.)

While the family historically aligned itself with the with the Catholic Church and then briefly the Church of England, religion was mostly abandoned after the Statute of Secrecy went into effect and only remains in turns of phrase and vague familiarity. There is a defunct chapel in the Manor, now only used for the occasional wedding and storing art.

The Malfoys supported one side or the other in multiple wars, remaining separate from the fighting and choosing instead to engage in magical assassination and political manipulation. The Manor has seen relatively little bloodshed: the most common was family members scheming against one another for power, influence, and inheritance, leading to the still-practiced tradition of having few children.

Any skeletons found on the grounds are "purely coincidental."

Ghosts

Bassianus Malfoy - died c. 1192. Poisoned by his younger brother Latinius and haunted him for the rest of his life. Tries to teach swordplay. Mostly cheerful these days.

Demetria Malfoy - died c. 1387. Married into the family and died young. Eternally resentful. Haunts the crypts with her screaming.

Constantinus Malfoy - died c. 1641. Mobbed and murdered by Muggles. The fiendfyre he cast burned over a hundred people to death before finally being stopped. Haunts the library. Scary to look at but not much else. Banned from harassing Muggles in the surrounding towns.

Lavinia Malfoy - died c. 1763. Child in period dress. Completely silent, mostly haunts the guest bedrooms. Comes out to listen when music is playing.

Florean Fortescue - died 1997. Haunted the Manor briefly before returning to haunt his ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. Profusely apologized to by Draco.

Blood Blob - died 1997. A dead snatcher, ripped apart by Greyback. This ghost mostly oozes around horrifying anyone it comes across. Nobody knows its name. It likes to scare children. Mostly haunts the grounds.

Muggle-born student - died 1998. Fifteen-year-old Muggle-born Gryffindor Savannah Dean. Tortured and executed after being held in the cellar. Magically confined to the cellar after causing trouble, intermittently harasses people coming to get wine. Lucius does not know her name (or care).

Art

The Manor is filled with portraits as well as art. The portraits are painted visages of Malfoys, the art is expensive moving scenery. The Malfoys still somewhat archaically sponsor artists.

Viator Malfoy in the foyer (Lucius's great-grandfather, famous for giant slaying), Armand Malfoy (who established the Manor) stares down the table in the formal dining room (removed during the Death Eater occupation), and Viviana Malfoy glowers down the upstairs hall. There are no portraits in the bedrooms, only art. Muggle art is not publicly displayed, but exists in a few rooms as private collections before the Statute of Secrecy. Many long-lost piece of art have disappeared into the Malfoy collection.

Lucius I Malfoy was relegated to a closet for about fifty years for trying to marry Muggles. Lucius II, paranoid this might happen to him after his fall from grace, used permanent sticking charms on many of his portraits.

Secrets

There are more hidden things and secret passageways than just the compartment Ollivander was kept in. While that was the preferred place to keep dark artifacts, there are places in the library Lucius hides them, as well as in the master bedroom where Narcissa keeps her poisons. There are passages to the grounds and the crypt from multiple bedrooms, secret closets and hiding spaces that have become lost to time, and a passage from a guest bedroom to Lucius's old room (used when Narcissa would sleep over.)

House Elves

The Malfoys had elves since the beginning of the Manor. Traditionally they're cremated. After Dobby, Lucius acquires another younger house-elf named Dinky, who he continues to torment.

Wards

The Manor has the same anti-Apparition charm as Hogwarts. You cannot Apparate directly into the Manor, you have to Apparate outside of the gate and then come inside. It's a magical place where Muggle technology short-circuits. The wards go back to the very beginning of the Manor and have been reinforced and changed by residents through the years. Curses have to be very powerful to affect the Manor at all and generally the place is well-fortified from explicit or implicit magical attack. It's also warded against any Muggles entering or finding it: it's unplottable and any Muggle approaching will start to get sicker the closer they get to it.

The interior of the Manor seems to fit the exterior - both are very large - but in truth a large amount of spacial magic has been applied over the years. It expands certain rooms (like the library), helps to create closets and secret passageways, and aids in making extra cupboard space. The Manor doesn't have the intense magic of Hogwarts, but it is very much an old wizards' dwelling.

Library

The library was established with the Manor. It was originally much smaller, and has been the room most subject to magical expansion. Its ceiling goes up thirty feet. Malfoys over the years used it to store everything from tomes of dark magic to pulpy bodice-rippers. The organization system is branching and strange, not implemented from the beginning, meaning there are still things in there difficult to find. A spiral staircase in the middle of the room goes up to the next level. Getting the books off the shelves is done mostly by magic. The library also hosts a collection of ancient books and artifacts Lucius (and before him Abraxas) cultivates.

[aho-dapa]

🌤️ 🌧️ 🌩️ ☔

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

(The lore is deep for this Harry Potter fic, but Lucius Malfoy is basically teaching Draco about the name their ancestor was granted by the first Norman King of England, since I went down the JKR lore hole that is pureblood families)

“What did it mean to be bestowed the name Malfoy–with both English and Norman aristocrats breathing down his neck, knowing of the magic that was hidden in our ancestor’s veins? Who did he have to betray to get such a name?”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Trans Elain in my rewrite having to deal with the Cauldron changing her body post being dunked like food in sauce

TW: body dysphoria

(Tbh this less of a snippet and more of a word vomit but here ya go):

After Luci goes shopping, he buys something for Elain, a dress that flows and puffs and nearly overwhelms her frame, only her shoulders are exposed and there is a necklace of thin lace that crosses over the protrusion of her neck. Somehow, looking in the mirror, despite the lean muscles of her arms, she feels delicate. Somehow, in this body, she feels like herself. More than she has in months.

The visage of herself in the mirror gasps and Elain falls to the floor in a heap of fabric. The tears are silent and joyous as she covers her complete expression of awe with her hands covered in black gloves.

The fabric of the tips is made to be pointed and although her hands had gained a sort of thickness to them, the gloves make her feel dainty. Soft and feminine.

She searches her face, over the tiredness and weary of it, over the harsh lines of exhaustion, and in it she sees herself.

She sobs. What surprises her even more in the bubble of laughter that rises out of her chest. She tries to stifle them both, the smile still overcoming her face.

The sudden impulse to run out of her room and hug Nesta, Feyre, anyone–claws at her heart. This is a great gift. One she did not know how to repay. Or who she could even repay.

She scrambles back to the bed where she left the note. The neat handwriting is not familiar and it left no clue to the sender's identity.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Uhhh, this is an old one for a webtoon called Return of the Mad Demon (the joke here is that they're undercover as a couple and don't have any children):

Seongtae watches as Jaha obliterates everything in his path with a single strike. Honestly, he should stop being surprised at this point. 

"I don't know how to even begin cleaning up after this mess. Next thing you know, you'll have descended from being a demon to a fucking evil god. How the hell am I supposed to keep up, my oh-so-enlightened master?" 

Jaha merely turns around to stare unimpressed at Seongtae until a mischievous shit-eating grin breaks out across his greasy ass face. As if Jaha could achieve godhood if he really wanted to. 

"Shut up…" 

"But I haven't even said anything… Yeobo~"

"Die." 

"But who will look after the children?" 

"I will, you asshat!" 

Seongtae stomps away, nearly tripping over an unconscious body, and hisses over his shoulder, "With complete fucking custody!"

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Tbh I have plans to write nearly all of the ideas that stick with me. But since I'm currently playing through Dragon Age: Inquisition (uh spoilers) and since I'm still dealing with the ending of Trespasser after romancing Solas, I wanted to write a time loop fic that was both the Inquisitor messing with time and the Fade to literally put a leash on Solas. A lot of people say that that Solavellan is unhealthy and I counter with let Lavellan be completely unhinged after finding out her boyfriend is basically a god. Anyway, the vibes are that Lavellan promises to be the Hunter of the Dread Wolf.

[tsukisnapey]

Be My Lady: Chapter 9

Lucius Malfoy stood alone in the dimly lit gallery of Malfoy Manor, the heavy silence broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The room was lined with portraits of Malfoy matriarchs, stern and noble visages watching over the centuries-old lineage. At the center of the wall, surrounded by gilded frames and rich tapestries, hung the portrait of Narcissa Malfoy.

Her likeness was as striking as ever, captured in the prime of her life. Her platinum-blond hair was elegantly coiffed, and her piercing blue eyes filled with the grace and dignity that had defined her. Narcissa had always been the strength behind the Malfoy family, the unwavering pillar supporting Lucius through the darkest times. But now, all he had left was this enchanted portrait, a mere echo of the woman he had loved so dearly. This was the official post-mortem portrait, enchanted to hold a part of her personality and knowledge. But unlike the picture in the hall of ancestors, the portrait in their Master's bedroom is made by Narcissa herself.

This one in front of him felt hollow.

[dhr-ao3]

Le Dernier Secret

Le Dernier Secret https://ift.tt/9nfjVhT by EllanaSan Troisième partie et fin de la trilogie des Cicatrices. Fait directement suite aux Cicatrices du Temps et l'Armée de l'Ombre. Le cours de la guerre s'accélère, les alliances se forment et se déforment et derrière chaque visage pourrait se cacher un espion. transfered and cross-posted from fanfiction.net (2014 - ) Suite et fin à la trilogie des Cicatrices Ne repostez pas cette fic ailleurs, merci Words: 231477, Chapters: 22/?, Language: Français Series: Part 3 of Les Cicatrices Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Nymphadora Tonks, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Gellert Grindelwald, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall, look everybody's here basically if they're not dead already Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Severus Snape/Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Severus Snape, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Charlie Weasley/Original Male Character(s), Sirius Black/Original Female Character(s), Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, past nymphadora tonks/remus lupin, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Character Death, Français | French, Horcruxes, Horcrux Hunting, Horcrux Destruction, Battle Scenes, out of ideas for tags, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/J6hxXQl November 22, 2022 at 06:51PM

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Le Dernier Secret

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by EllanaSan

Troisième partie et fin de la trilogie des Cicatrices. Fait directement suite aux Cicatrices du Temps et l'Armée de l'Ombre. Le cours de la guerre s'accélère, les alliances se forment et se déforment et derrière chaque visage pourrait se cacher un espion.

transfered and cross-posted from fanfiction.net (2014 - )

Suite et fin à la trilogie des Cicatrices

Ne repostez pas cette fic ailleurs, merci

Words: 82527, Chapters: 6/?, Language: Français

Series: Part 3 of Les Cicatrices

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Nymphadora Tonks, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Gellert Grindelwald, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall, look everybody's here basically if they're not dead already

Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Severus Snape/Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Severus Snape, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Charlie Weasley/Original Male Character(s), Sirius Black/Original Female Character(s), Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, past nymphadora tonks/remus lupin, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Character Death, Français | French, Horcruxes, Horcrux Hunting, Horcrux Destruction, Battle Scenes, out of ideas for tags, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net

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A ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR LUCIUS MALFOY OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES.  OC & CROSSOVER FRIENDLY.  MULTI VERSE & SELECTIVE. PENNED BY TRIS TEMPLATE CREDIT. 

[xmalfoydracox]

[syntaktis]

DRACO MALFOY TAG DROP / && MUSE 009 //:

[pctioneer]

Lucius Malfoy ( @familyname )

Lucius waves his wand and the door closes behind him, leaving just the two of them in the room. If anyone wants to come in, they'll have to wait until this conversation is over. It seems a small room for even one person to him, but Severus has always been poor. He's instantly relieved that Severus is able to talk, reason well. "It's not an offer. If you're unwilling to use your status to get yourself a half-decent room, I will get it for you." He looks around with even more blatant distaste. "I'm not visiting you here." Yet his eyes trace back to Severus. There's something strange about the way he speaks, the way he looks at him, the question he asks. It taps into an odd sixth sense, the idea that perhaps something is off. He takes in Severus with closer, more critical eyes. "I need to know what happened. Did one of the Order stragglers do this? Is this a move against us?" His face turns ever so slightly softer, the cold aristocratic visage dropped for a half-second. He fingers his wand with diamond-ringed fingers. "What were you hit with - are you still hurt?" Are you okay? Are you going to be? A question Severus is never interested in hearing, nor one he answers with any level of candor.

Mild confusion becomes ever more pronounced on his feautures as Lucius speaks to him. It doesn't come as a surprise that he doesn't recognize the man -- even if he is one of the first visitors to reach him,, it had already become clear to Steverus that his memory was failing him -- but what does surprise him is the way he speaks to him. Like an old friend- but he cannot for the life of him imagine how he could be acquainted with a man like this. Nevertheless, he decides to carefully answer his questions. Not in an attempt to honor some long forgotten attachment, but in hopes of uncovering some information for himself.

" I'm not physically hurt - no " he begins, pushing himself up just a little. He was was still in a hospital gown only because he had refused to give access to his home to a stranger -- && right now, EVERYONE fell into that category as it appeared he didn't have any family to speak of.

" It appears I am suffering from memory loss is of a very specific kind. That is to say - I am not missing a specific timeframe, I’m missing specific subjects. I can picture my past until I attempt to pinpoint a face or an event. I can still brew a potion or recite a class for third year students, even if I can’t remember how I know such things, which leaves me with no doubt that my mind has indeed been tampered with. By whom - or by what means, however, remains a mystery to me and the staff of St. Mungo's. ”

[pinkandblueblurbs]

kinktober day 31- piss kink

lucius malfoy x fem!reader. piss kink, degradation, penetrative sex, urination during sex, d/s, light choking

As Lucius thrusts into you, his long cock dragging in and out of your clenching channel, you feel the warm arousal burning in your lower belly that you always do. But this time it’s warmer, red hot and consuming thanks to the added eroticism of what you know is to come.

“Lucius- I need it. Please.” You gasp out, hands clutching desperately at the sheets below you. You gaze up at him with pure desperation, taking in his fiercely stern visage as he pounds down into you with a practiced rhythm.

“Do you? You’re such a filthy slut that you’re begging for me to relieve myself inside you?” The degrading words have a moan spilling from your lips, and you nod unabashedly against the pillow.

“Little whore,” Lucius seethes, large hand coming out to wrap snugly around the column of your throat- not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to have your heart leaping in your chest. Then his hips still with his cock buried in deep, and a thrill passes through you.

Then you feel a strong jet of warmth enter you, and you immediately moan. It’s a feeling akin to Lucius cumming, but the stream is more powerful, and thus the sensation is doubly intense. He shifts a bit, groaning, and you gasp and jolt in pleasure when it directs the fluid right into your g-spot.

“Do you like that, you filthy girl?” Lucius rumbles, voice tight. Your hand comes up to curl trembling fingers around his forearm, holding onto him like a lifeline.

“Yes,” you breathe out, moaning as you feel so much liquid enter you that it starts seeping out around his cock. You feel indescribably warm and full, liking the experience more than you’d ever expected.

“Look at you, enjoying the feeling of my piss in your cunt. This is all you’re good for- taking whatever I give you.”

[writingshae]

melting the ice queen

pairing: narcissa x lucius

warnings: just fluff, some angst

No one had seen Narcissa since the news broke about Andromeda. Bellatrix had already graduated so Lucius knew that he couldn’t rely on the eldest Black sister. The other girls from Slytherin were of no help either. It was beyond irritating. 

Then again, Lucius and Narcissa could barely stand each other. Whenever they were in the same room together, everyone could feel the tension and the daggers in their gazes. There wasn’t a time in the past year when they weren’t arguing and constantly at each other’s throats about the pettiest of things. Narcissa had expressed her disdain for him after he told her that she herself was a nuisance. Now that she was out of sight, he should have been happy, right?

He ignored the whispers of Slytherins as he stormed out of the common room and through the hallways of Hogwarts. If they weren’t gossiping about the Black family, they were wondering why Malfoy was on a mission to find Narcissa. He couldn’t explain it either. Since the start of this year, he found a strange pleasure in their arguments and in her presence. Now, all he wanted to do was to check on her.

When he finally found her, it was in the strangest place. There she was sitting on the shore of the Black Lake, staring out at the murky waters. Her hair was down instead of the pulled back ponytail or tight bun that she was constantly sporting. There was no sign of makeup and she was in plain clothes rather than in her house robes. 

He huffed when he realized that she didn’t recognize his presence. “I hope you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking. Walking into the lake to be drowned by mermaids is much too dramatic, even for you,” Lucius said in a haughty manner, brushing off his robes.

“Go away, Lucius. Today is not the day for a verbal sparring. You can resume your daily insults tomorrow,” Narcissa replied quietly, not bothering to turn to look at him. 

A look of genuine concerned washed over Lucius. He had never seen Narcissa in this state before. She was always a poised and proud woman, never letting a stray hair be out of place. Even in her moments of quiet retaliation, there was a fire in her eyes that could not be extinguished. But this? This was not the Narcissa that he knew.

Not caring if his pants would get messed up, he took a seat beside her and stared out at the lake with her. He was at a loss in more ways than one. He wasn’t certain what he could do to make it better and he was even more baffled at why he wanted to do something. Lucius wasn’t the type to care about anyone, least of all Narcissa. It was why no one was able to entrap him into a real relationship. 

After a few more moments of silence, Narcissa finally turned to Lucius. Her eyes were puffy and red from lack of sleep and the tears that had since run out. If he had seen her any other day, this visage would have made her an easy target for insults. 

“What are you doing here, Lucius?” she asked. Coming out to the lake for was supposed to be a sanctuary. It was where Andromeda and her would visit each other without prying ears. It was where her and Regulus taught each other occlumency. It was supposed to be a place of refuge, but he had invaded her space.

His hand twitched, eager to reach out and cup her cheek, to pull her into his chest. However, he had enough self control to keep his hands to himself. “You shouldn’t be alone,” he finally responded, setting down a hand on the ground beside hers as if it was an offering of a life raft. 

She had been called ice queen for a reason. Her emotions had always been controlled and in check. That’s the way she had to be. All eyes were on her now as the Black family’s last hope. The thought of it was too much. Everything was too much. The weight of it all was crashing down and she couldn’t control herself, even if she had Lucius as an audience.

Narcissa’s face turned away from him as she tried and failed to stop crying. “I didn’t ask you to be here. I didn’t...” she started. the tears started falling again, her arms wrapping around her knees to try and keep her body from shaking. Narcissa could be a cold person when she wanted to be, but she was a person with feelings too. This was something that Lucius knew but never fully grasped until he saw her like this. He shook his head and interrupted her by wrapping his arms firmly around her. “You’re not ridding of me that easily. Later,” he assured her.

pt. 2

[360iris]

The Invitation (Young!Lucius Malfoy x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut! Alcohol comsumption. Finger fucking, overstimulation. Vaginal penatration. Daddy kink, subspace mention. Oral giving and receiving. Pure filth.

Word count: 3,469

Summary: Gryffindor!Reader gets invited to the Slytherin party of the year by her nemesis, Lucius Malfoy. Fun times follow.

A/N: @thotbutpurple​ mentioned my first piece not having enough smut. I hope I delivered! Quite proud of this one, worked on it for nearly a week.

Admittedly, Lucius had caught you under the perfect circumstances. Equal parts tipsy, horny and momentarily separated from your friends. 

Slytherin house had decided to throw another one of their infamous party’s brimming with free booze and food catered by the school’s house elves. 

Over the years, you, like countless other students, had heard the tales of their untamed nights. Admittance being through invite only; of which were handed out secretly and strategically. 

Up until yesterday’s events, you had resigned yourself to the fate of never experiencing the grandeur of the self-proclaimed Slytherin Elite.

Friday, February 10th, 1978

Cutting off poor Frank Longbottom who was usually your lab partner in Potions, Lucius Malfoy, slips into the seat to your left with a low and harsh, “Find another station, you gormless Muppet.”

At this point, it was your natural reaction from hearing his voice, to let out a disgruntled sigh paired with an annoyed eye roll. 

“What do I owe the displeasure of being in your cologne drenched presence today, Malfoy?” You jabbed, in a soft but clearly inconvenienced tone. 

His gray irises narrowed as his thin lips quirked up to the side in a laidback smirk.

 He enjoyed your pointed jabs. So much so that he would go out of his way, on the daily, to verbally prod you until you couldn’t take being in the same vicinity as him anymore. Your unpleasant interactions with the older boy usually ended with you storming off enraged to go rant to your friends about how much of an absolute cunt he was. 

“I come bearing gifts, Y/N. One of which I firmly believe you won’t be able to resist accepting.” He drawled.

Inwardly, you had to admit, this piqued your curiosity however, you decided to mask it by turning away from his irritatingly, attractive visage and towards a piece of parchment Professor Slughorn distributes to the class.

“And this so-called gift is what exactly?” You questioned, careful to keep your eyes trained off of him. A task that was quickly shoved aside when a pale hand slid a single, silver metallic stamp into view. It was no bigger than a galleon. Finely embellished with the words: Salazar Slytherin’s Spectacular Soirée.

Your eyes bulged and mouth gaped as you couldn’t help but snap your head to look at his face once more. “Lucius!” You whispered in absolute surprise. 

“That can’t be what I think it is.” You continue after a sharp inhale.

He tilts his head as he takes in your clearly enthralled reaction, not replying to your statement. 

You take a moment to compose yourself. Drawing your hands into small fists on the desk and letting out a silent but deep exhale. 

You didn’t need to ask why he would gift this to you of all people. Lucius’ verbal prodding had been getting progressively more consistent once you’d entered your seventh year this semester. 

Like most girls turning 18, your inherently childish ways had vanished; awkward appearances for the most part altered and morphed during the summer spent away from Hogwarts. Hips slowly filling out and breasts becoming distinguished. Meanwhile, your library of insults to throw at him became more deadly and varied. 

You could play his game better than he expected you to now.

You crossed your legs underneath your skirt, steeling your expression. You leaned forward to lay your chin against your right palm and turned your gaze towards him. Making a show of looking him up and down before quietly whispering: 

“All this just to fuck me huh, Malfoy?” His face stills and demeanor changes. Tongue-tied by your change of tone.

You proceed with a nonchalant, “Your mind must be plagued with questions of just how pretty and pink my pussy is. I’m right aren’t I, sweetheart?”

You observe his jaw lock in place.

“Do you want to brag to your spineless lackeys about how you were the first one to fuck that cocky, Gryffindor halfblood? I bet you wouldn’t wait to boost over how all you had to do was touch her once, call her a filthy, little mudblood and she’d come like a bitch without a pedigree.”

His eyes darken and fists clench so tightly that they turn whiter than you thought possible for him; as you inwardly muse over if he was becoming horny or infuriated. Maybe it was both, but you wouldn’t stick around to see the outcome. He was a deadly bomb waiting to go off.

Pursing your lips, looking him over once more, you decide to leave him with, “Nice chat. I’ll see you around then, Lucius.” 

Agilely, you gather your things. Sauntering over to Professor Slughorn and quietly feeding him a contrived lie about how it’s that time of the month and you didn’t think you’ll be able to sit through today’s lecture; effectively earning yourself leave from the classroom.

As Lucius sits, daftly staring at your back as you make your escape. If he wasn’t previously furious from listening to your small beratement, he most definitely is when he glances down to see the silver stamp invite missing from where he had placed it on the table.

 “That bloody minx.” He seethes under his breath.

Having made your speedy getaway and in the clear for the moment, you decide to make a beeline to the Gryffindor common room where you know your friends are spending their free period. 

Remus, who is the first to notice you entering the warm lounging area, stands up at your arrival and walks to meet you halfway. 

“Y/n, aren’t you supposed to be in Potions right now? Did something happen?” He questions, his brows beginning to furrow. Sirius and James who are seated next one another mid-laugh immediately turn their heads in your direction.

Not stopping your power walk, you reach out and grasp one of his hands and pull him with you towards the boy’s dormitory entrance. “Padfoot, Prongs! Up, up!” You urgently whisper in their vicinity. 

Once the door is securely locked behind the four of you, Sirius questions you, “Alright, spit it out. What’s got your panties in a twist this time, Y/L/N?”

You ignore him, haphazardly tossing your book-bag on the floor next to James’ bed; of which you proceed to throw yourself onto the edge of, letting out a cheerful giggle. 

“Boys. I’ve just been bestowed one the greatest gifts a Hogwarts senior could ask for. One of which, you lot would have never been able to get your hands on. So you must now bask in my glory!” You jokingly proclaim, yanking off your school shoes before pulling your legs into criss cross-applesauce. Incapable of caring that your underwear is now in the boy’s lines of sight.

“And what is this gift exactly, oh great benefactor?” James questions, sitting on the floor in front you, folding his arms atop your lap and leaning his head forward on them with a fond smile. 

Your fingers absentmindedly glide and fiddle through his chaotic curls. “I don’t know, you might not be able to handle the excitement. I fear you might faint from the shock of the reveal!” You continue to jest.

“I best take a seat before you continue then.” Remus grins, plopping down next you on the bed, giving you his undivided attention. This of which, causes Sirius to scoff. 

“Dish it already, woman. At the pace you’re going, I’ll be a skeleton by time you finally tell us what the big deal is.” He sarcastically jabs folding his arms briskly. Instead of moving away from the door, he leans his back against it and crosses one leg over the other. His gaze lazily quizzical as you roll your eyes at his apprehension. 

“Sirius, you’re no fun sometimes, but if you’re in such a hurry to cum your pants then here it is.�� You reply, reaching the hand that’s not currently tangled in James’ hair, to triumphantly pull out a small, silver stamp from the inside of your bra and present it for the group to see.

There are mixed reactions to the reveal. 

James scrunches his nose up in mock disgust, Sirius freezes and Remus placing one hand on your shoulder, leaning forward to get a better look. And then the questions begin.

“What is it?”

“Oh, it just happens to be a pass into one of Slytherin house’s craziest parties of the year, James dear.”

“How’d you even manage to get your hands on one of these?”

“Like I said, it was a gift, Remus.”

“Be honest, Y/n. What poor sod did you steal it from?”

“For your information I didn’t have to steal it. Lucius Malfoy just handed it to me for nothing.” You say matter-of-factly at which he first gapes before proceeding to fume. 

The conversation that continued from then on took a tiny bit of convincing on your end, but all three boys agreed in the end to come with you. No one in their right mind would let a chance like this go by.

Saturday, February 11th, 1978

“If you think you could pull the stunt you did yesterday and waltz in here today without having to answer to me, you’re gravely mistaken, lionet.” Lucius whispers into your ear and you just happen to be in the mood to challenge him further.

“I don’t think I’ve made even one mistake though, Daddy.” You coo back to him. Batting your eyelashes up at him and with a quick smirk you bring your cup of fire whiskey back to your lips for a sip.

With one hand he grabs your hips and pushes your back flush with the wall behind you. The other reaching under the skirt you’re wearing and pausing right at the hem.

“Prod me one more time, doll. I guarantee I’ll have you crying your pretty little eyes out.” He growls into your neck and this time you openly giggle up at him.

“I thought you knew that’s what I wanted, baby?” was the last thing you drawled out before the next thing you know, he’s dragging you further away from the main party, into a small reading room. 

Closing the door behind you two, he leads you to sit down on one of the ottomans in the middle of the room.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Y/N. A small part of your observation from yesterday was correct.” He says undoing the tie around his neck and bunching it up. Before you could question him further, he gingerly stuffs it in-between your mouth.

“Can't risk having anyone hearing the cute little moans you'll be letting out for me. I want all the time I can get from you tonight, lionet.” Is all he offers as an explanation.

Rubbing your thighs together to aid in soothing your gradually aching cunt, you watch as he gets on his knees in front of you.

“I’ve spent countless months thinking of this stupid, fucking pussy of yours and tonight I’m determined to have it creaming all over my cock.” He's gazing at you intensely while his hands are reaching to pull off your undies.

Not being able to actually respond around your makeshift gag, you settle for lifting your hips so he can get to pleasing you quicker.

As the minutes pass, the soberer you become but Lucius’ arousing words continue to sway you into a pliant and silent submission. 

Never in a million years did you think you would willing want Lucius Malfoy to fuck you senseless but the closer you get to having him, the more sure you are of it. You pray to Morgana that he leaves your cunt an absolute mess.

Once you’re free from your undergarment, he pulls you by your thighs until your ass is flush against the edge of the couch.

He pushes your knees back against your chest to get full access to your core, “Daddy wants you to keep your thighs nice and wide for him so he can wreck your little pussy, okay?” He questions and you let out a muffled sob of your confirmed understanding.

“Good girl” is all he replies before he gets to work. Spreading the lips with two fingers, he examines just how pink you are down there, seemingly pleased because immediately after, he springs into action.

His mouth cups around your clit, starting off slow and light to ease you into the pleasure before increasing the intensity. 

He begins alternating between sucking and lapping at your bud while a single finger makes its way to your slit. Leisurely dragging the pad in your wetness before sliding it inside you, centimeter by centimeter, until it’s gone as far it can go. 

Thrusting the one finger in and out until he feels your insides are soaked and loose enough for the next. 

By the time you’re comfortablely taking four fingers fucking into you, your arousal is dripping down his wrist and you’re nearing your first orgasm.

“Lu- Lucius!” You manage to drool out through the thickness of his tie, catching his attention. 

“Luci- I’m close!” You try to sob out and he responds by sucking and lapping at your clitorus intenser than before. His tongue rubbing just the right angle and you can’t help but let out a small squeal as your body is raked over with a white flash of euphoria.

He eases you through it with softer and softer laps as you squeeze your thighs to your chest with a vice grip. He licks up the remainder of your cum before coming up to remove the tie from your mouth and pull you into an enticing kiss. 

As your breathing relaxes, he pulls his lips away. “How was that, sweetheart? Did Daddy make your little cunt feel good like he promised?” He coos, caressing your shoulders to soothe you further.

Fighting to get your words back you mewl, “Mmhmm, thank you Daddy. Felt really good, just like you promised. Do you think I’ve been good enough to have your cock though?” you ask looking up at him through wet lashes. His immediate response is a moan. 

How is it that you know just what to say to rile him up? He wonders.

Picking you up, he takes your place on the couch. Pulling off his trousers and underwear, finally freeing his cock, it swings upright against his tummy. Scooting to leisurely lean back, he places you in his lap as you take a minute to admire his member. It’s thick and hard with a raging reddish-pink tip, leaking a small amount pre-cum. 

Your core throbs and there’s no way you’re not gonna suck him off before getting him inside of you. Before you can scuttle off his lap however, his hands are gripping your hips. “Where are you going, love? I thought you wanted my cock?” He questions with a smirk. 

Of course Lucius would make you beg to suck him off, you think, responding with a desperate moan. You try to lean in for a kiss but a hand flies up to hold your jaw in place. Squishing your cheeks and mouth together.

“Ah ah.” He tuts. “You know what to do, baby.” 

You let out a defiant whine and the hand around your cheeks grip tightens. 

“Daddy just told you to beg, you fucking whore.” He growled, giving your head a slight jerk back and you melt against him. 

Grasping at his shoulders and trying to keep yourself from swooning, you respond with, “Wanna suck your cock, Daddy. Can I make you feel good please? You can even fuck my throat. Let me be a good girl for you.” you whimper through his grip and he just smiles at you before pulling you in for the kiss you wanted.

“That’s all you had to say, little lionet. Come on, let Daddy slide down your throat.” He grins and you practically fly down from his lap to get his penis in your mouth.

Moaning when his pre-cum hits your tongue, you immediately lick up and down his length. Getting as much spit around him as possible before beginning to use your hands to jerk him off. Lapping at his tip all the way to sucking his balls between your lips. 

All he can do is whisper softly  “Fuck fuck fuck, yes- ah that’s a good girl. My little girl is such a good slut for me.”  before you come up to start deepthroating him and then his head is lolled back against the couch, gently holding both sides of your face as his tip hits the back of your throat.

Pulling you off of him by the hair at the nape of your neck, he has to take deep inhales and exhales “I wanna come in you, sweetheart.” He groans, caressing your hair.

Once he’s recovered enough, he lifts you to sit back on his lap, this time facing away from him. 

You lean forward grasping his knees while he fingers you to make sure you’re ready to take him. “Alright, Angel.” He groans, licking his newly wet fingers to taste your arousal once more before reaching around to rub slow circles against your clit.

As you slide onto him, leaning your back against his chest, the room fills with your collective sighs and moans of pleasure.

He begins to set the pace, starting with slow pulls out of your heat before using your weight to pull you back down onto him firmly. Experiencing such euphoria that coherent speech begins to elude you. The both of you too lost in the pleasure to say anything other than “Yes, yes, yes! Right there, fuck me!” mixed with slurred moans and sighs.

His fingers rubbing your clit in circles, fastens in pace and soon your second orgasm knocks into you so hard that all you can do is grip his wrist and thigh, convulsing helplessly around him. 

As you’re climaxing, Lucius fuzzily notices that you’re squirting. All that can be heard from your lips is a fucked out wail and he’s sure he’s in love. 

He’s fucked you through your orgasm and the pleasure is gradually escalating into overstimulation. Your body locking in place as he maintains the same pace, rocking into you. 

“Luci- fuck! Lucius!” You’re crying now, thrown deep into subspace.

“Come on Angel, let me give you one more. Think you can manage one more orgasm, hm?” He asks desperately fucking into you like he’s starved of pleasure.

“Can you handle it, babygirl?”

“O- Okay!” Literally sobbing now from the buildup. He’s fucking you like you’ve never experienced before. 

“It hurts so good, Luci- you’re fucking me so good!” You cry out, both of you racing towards the end. 

One last thrust does it and he grabs you by the waist to bring you down on him. You let a blissed out scream and he’s resting his forehead against your back breathing heavily. Warmth spreading in your stomach as he releases into you. He gives a few thrusts before pulling out.

You’re feeling fuzzy as he cleans your inner thighs and face off. He sprinkles kisses from your legs to your lips, praises peppering your ego. 

“You were such a good girl for me.”

“Look at you baby. So pretty.”

“Good job, love.”

“You were wonderful, little lionet.”

Pulling your panties back on for you, he’s pleased knowing his come is still inside you. “Something to remember me by.” He says before pulling you into one last kiss for the night. It’s slow and soft and as your coherent mind is making its way back into your body, you register how tender he’s being.

Pulling back from his lips, you stare into his eyes. “I hope you’re aware that you can’t fuck me that good and expect it to be a one time fling.” You state smiling, fingers grasping at his sides and he laughs.

“I was never planning for it to be, doll.” He replies, slipping a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now run along back to your miscreant friends. I’ll finish cleaning up here.” He pats your butt, pushing you towards the door and with a roll of your eyes, you head out.

After turning a few corners you immediately bump into Sirius who looks over you with a raised brow. 

“What?” You ask, pulling back.

“Nothing, you just look like you got fucked into next year though.” He barks out. Laughing his head off, pointing out your makeup that’s missing in action and hair completely unstyled. You elbow him in the stomach feeling suddenly sheepish.

“Shut up and help me find the others. I’m in desperate need of a shower.” And you can’t help but chuckle with him, his laugh being undeniably contagious.

“Whatever you say. I think I saw James challenging some random sod to an arm wrestling match.”

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Emma + Seventh Year Slythersquad 

“How could you love them?”

“I dunno, daddy issues and the way they feed my ego.” 

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