#draco malfoy age gap

[slytherweasley]

Hello could I get a draco Malfoy x reader story based on the song all too well by Taylor swift (if you have seen the 10 min short film could you base it around that where they are fighting) -@graceperry8

All Too Well (Draco’s Version)

For my fellow swifties <3

You were meeting his friends for dinner, you actually suggested it, a dinner party at your house to get to know them. You were at the point of the relationship where you’d been dating for a few months and were ready to get more serious. You were so anxious the whole day, you remember showering and feeling so anxious you felt like you were going to throw up.

You got out of the shower and made your way into the bedroom where Draco was getting ready. “I’m so nervous” you say coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. “Don’t be they are great you’ll love them” he spins you around and pulls you close to him pressing a longing kiss on your head. “Im not worried about me liking them, I want them to like me” “they will, I like you there’s no reason they won’t.”

Draco is 9 years older than you, which means his friends are older too, although you and Draco got along well you felt intimidated as they were approaching 30 you were just coming to terms with turning 21 shortly. You thought you wouldn’t have much to relate about.

The long awaited moment came and once you’d been introduced you served dinner. They were talking about their times at Hogwarts, it was nice to hear but you didn’t have much to add but you did your best.

“Draco was the best at Potions despite what everyone thought of Potter” Pansy says “Really? I didn’t know that! I was also top of my class in Potions” you say taking Draco’s hand “but Hogwarts changed changed a lot since we left, really it went downhill. You didn’t experience Snape the best potions master of the century” he avoided your hand placing it on the table. Your heart sunk to your stomach, no one noticed and the conversation kept flowing but you weren’t able to get over it.

You kept quiet the rest of the night. You cleaned up after they left and Draco was helping you. “You’re awfully quiet, what’s going on? Didn’t like my friends?” “No they were great” “what is it?” “You, why did you treat me like that? You just dismissed me the whole night, you dropped my hand.” “I can’t even remember that” “Well you did it” “It was probably an unconscious action” “it was full of thought and intention.” “Well I didn’t mean anything by it” “you definitely meant to make me feel like a child when you told me that after you guys left Hogwarts every year went downhill.” “You’re making a night about me and my friends about you! That’s so fucking selfish, I didn’t expect that from you” “it’s not about me it’s about you and how you are being a shitty boyfriend” “don’t put your insecurities on me! This is you, you’re being so selfish!” He spat.

Your eyes welled up and a the painful lump in your throat was about to be released. You turn away from him and continue cleaning to let out your tears. “Hey, I don’t want to fight” he turns you around and wipes your tears “I’m sorry, I was a terrible boyfriend” he knew how to guilt you “no, you’re not” you said trying to catch your breath. He pressed his lips to yours and made you feel like you were overreacting.

Things had changed, fights would start over small things until one day it hit the breaking point.

Draco was in his study working when you came in after not talking all day. You didn’t get into an argument you were just in a rough spot. “Hey baby” you say sitting on his lap, he didn’t wrap his arms around you and just let you sit there.

“I’ve been thinking for a long time and I can’t get it off my mind” “talk to me” you take his hand and he lets you. “I’m not feeling this anymore, us. We are disconnected. It’s not the same” you get up and gave him “are you about to break up with me?” “Yes, it’s done” “we are going through a normal tough situation it’s no excuse to break up.” “I know you’re trying to make this work but I’m over it, I’ve been through this at your age. If we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.” You weren’t even sad just mad. “Fuck this. Fuck you! You knew what you were getting into” “I don’t know what I was thinking, you’re too young.”

You just left and never came back. Never saw him again.

[little-diable]

No such thing as feeling guilty – Draco Malfoy

This is pure pwp, I know y'all live for these Draco settings. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A chat with a stranger at a tea store turns into something more–even after the reader realises that said stranger is her best friend's father.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap, dad's best friend, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m), degrading, pure filth

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (2.2k words)

“The black one is the better choice.” An unfamiliar voice forced her eyes off the tea she was looking at. Bright eyes were staring down at her, taking in her features for a moment before they flickered back to the tea. The man was handsome, his bright hair was slicked back, a perfect contrast to the black suit he wore. 

“And why is that?” Her voice had a slight tremble to it. (Y/n) had to force herself to calm down, to follow his gaze back to the tea selection before he’d catch her staring at him. 

“You’ll just have to trust me.” A smirk tugged on his lips as he let his eyes wader back towards (y/n). She couldn’t stop her chuckles from breaking through her before she fully turned towards him, instantly picking up on the authority oozing off the man. He was at least twenty years older than her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care, pulled closer by something she couldn’t pinpoint yet. 

“I don’t think I should trust a stranger.” Now it was on him to chuckle. She could only hope that he didn’t pick up on the heat his mere gaze flushed through her, leaving her body trembling. 

“What’s your name?” For a moment, she focused on the scent of his cologne, reminding her of green apples, old books, and something unfamiliar. Everything about the man seemed to pull her in, begging her to learn more about him and the mysterious aura that stuck to him as if it had been sewn to his black shoes. She could only murmur her name while her eyes momentarily broke contact with his, focusing back on the tea. 

“Well, (y/n), we’re no longer strangers now. Pick the tea, you won’t regret it.” The man‘s voice rang in her ears, leaving her trembling as she watched him leave. A part of her wanted to call after him, needing to hear his voice again, the raspy almost breathless whispers that would follow her around for a while.

And yet, a small part of her told her that this wasn’t the last time she‘d cross paths with him.

……

It had only been a few days since the run in at the tea store before (y/n) had crossed paths with him again. With her nose half buried in the book she was supposed to read for her classes, she hadn’t noticed him at first. Only as he had cleared his throat to gain her attention had she allowed herself to study the handsome stranger again. 

“Can I?” He pointed towards the empty chair next to hers, letting a smile widen on her lips while watching him sit down. For a moment, neither spoke up, allowing their curious eyes to take in the frame of the other before she slowly closed her book. 

“My friend loved the black tea, thank you for your help.” She could have sworn that a smirk wanted to tug on his lips. The man whose name she still didn’t know was a mystery to her, a confusing case she dreamt of whenever she allowed herself to get lost in her wandering thoughts. 

“I’m glad, (y/n).” He took a sip of his drink but his eyes didn’t stray from hers once. He was just as drawn to her, kept close by something neither could pinpoint just yet. 

“What’s your name?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking for his name, needing something to cling to. Perhaps she could find out more about him, the man who didn’t leave her thoughts no matter how hard she tried to focus on other things. 

“It’s Draco.” A hum left her at his name, wanting to taste it on her tongue. Deep down she knew that she would whine it in the late hours when her hands began to wander, urged on by the way she thought of him and the big hands she wanted to feel on her body.

“Will you let me take you out on a date, (y/n)?” Heat rose in her system, moving up her body like a snake slithering towards its next prey, ready to snap any moment now. Perhaps she should have run, should have crawled from the grave she had dug the second her eyes had met his for the first time. But there was no escaping the man with piercing eyes, no matter how much dirt would collect underneath her fingernails from trying to crawl out of the grave, she couldn’t run, couldn’t crawl, couldn’t hide. 

“Where would you take me?” A smirk widened on her lips. (Y/n) watched him ponder over her question, letting it buzz through his system before he gave room to a soft chuckle. 

“Let that be my worry. Here, put in your phone number for me, sweetheart.” 

……

In retrospect, she should have paid more attention. Not many people were called “Draco”, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he was indeed the only Draco she had ever heard of before. The father of her best friend. The father of the one friend she had been close with for years. The man she was now on her knees for with glassy eyes and twitching jaw muscles. 

“Atta girl, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) hated to admit it, but the date he had taken her on was the best she had ever experienced. He had taken her out to dinner, not to a fancy place that would fit his appearance, but to a place that seemed to hold emotional value to the man. 

Perhaps she should have asked about his family earlier. Perhaps she should have dug deeper, but those piercing, mesmerizing eyes and those lips she had wanted to feel pressed against hers, had distracted her a tad bit too much. She should have left the date the second he told her of his daughter, dropping the name of her best friend. But she hadn’t, (y/n) had gaped at him for a second before the truth had split right from her lips. 

In retrospect, he should have ended the date with kind words and a soft smile. But Draco hadn’t. He had kissed her the second they had arrived back at her place, drawing her closer while her hands tugged on his bright roots and her heart picking up its pounding beat. 

It hadn’t taken long for her to end up on the floor of her bedroom, with only her underwear on and her hands tugging on his hardening cock. Praises left the man she couldn’t stop admiring–even as he began to impatiently fuck her throat to leave his marks on every inch of her body.

She was a goner. High on his taste. High on the sounds he made. High on the feeling of his hands touching every part that was aching for him. Fuck, she was his, had given herself to him on the first of hopefully many dates–no matter how loud her mind screamed at her to push herself away from him, there was no escaping Draco Malfoy. 

“You enjoy this, don’t you? Being a cock-hungry whore for the father of your best friend.” His cock nudged the back of her throat, forcing (y/n) to choke around him with a whine. Fuck, she did love this more than she should, set on giving every part of herself to a man who was by far older than she was. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you, to leave bruises on your sweet little body.” (Y/n) could only hope that his words weren’t just empty promises, but things he’d actually do to her. Her glassy eyes got lost in his bright ones while wordlessly begging him to finally fuck her, to touch the place that needed him the most. 

Draco harshly pushed her off his cock without a warning, watching her lose her balance with a dangerous smirk glued to his lips. Once again he looked like a predator set on pounding, ripping her to shreds while she’d beg for more and more. Before she could get another word in, his hand found her throat, choking her with just enough force to make her hyper aware of the power he held over her. 

“You’re mine, pretty girl. I will do whatever I want, and you will take it all.” A hum left her, unable to speak as he forced her to keep looking at him. His raspy chuckles buzzed through her body, straight to her aching heat. Fuck, she felt as if she was about to pass out, letting go with a high moan, sweat bearding her forehead, and her eyes fluttering close. She could almost taste her relief even though she hadn’t been touched properly so far. 

“Open your mouth.” The command was followed instantly, exposing her tongue to Draco as if she knew what he was planning on doing. They held eye contact as he spat down on the strong muscle, strengthening the bond that buzzed between them even further. The moan that wanted to leave her crawled up her throat, grateful for the way he momentarily loosened his grip on her–only to throw her down on the mattress. 

With her face buried in her pillow, Draco let his hand come down on her ass, meeting the soft fabric of the panties he was about to rip apart. (Y/n)’s sweet sounds left his cock twitching, urging the man on to move faster, to let her ripped panties drop before brushing his ringed fingers through her slit. She was dripping for him, letting her body do the talking while she could only whine and moan for him, hoping that he would stop dragging out this moment. 

“Tell me, what do you need, sweetheart?” He was teasing her, acting as if he was giving her some power to make her own decision about the outcome of this night. Nothing but lies she was too distracted to pick up on. Her moans stopped her from speaking up as he pushed two fingers into her heat, spreading her walls in preparation for his cock. 

“Fuck me, please.” The chuckle leaving Draco made her walls flutter around his fingers, keeping him close while his free hand pumped his cock, keeping himself ready to fuck her stupid. 

“Address me properly.” (Y/n) struggled to follow the command, she needed a few moments and fresh intakes of air before a breathy “Please, Mister Malfoy” left her. It was all Draco needed to hear before he replaced his fingers with his cock. 

The moan that left both at the sudden intrusion echoed through her apartment, and yet neither could pay attention to the sound, too far gone, too fucked out already. Draco didn’t hold back, he fucked her from behind as if the Devil was chasing him, whispering to him that he needed to ruin her, that there was no need to feel guilty about the situation they found themselves trapped in. 

“Oh god, you’re so big, feel so good.” She kept blabbering away, getting lost in her feelings and the new sensation. They were a perfect match, a darkening bond that chained their souls together. 

“My pretty girl, fuck, you were made for me.” His hand came down on her behind again, set on burning his handprint into her skin. Her moans spurred him on to fuck her even faster, to brush against her swollen spot while the edge called them closer, set on ripping them off their balance. 

“Draco,” he was too focused on the feeling of her clenching his cock, too focused on her nearing orgasm to scold her for using his first name. This was all about their approaching high, the need to be close to one another without having to hold back–something he had longed for since that moment in the tea store. 

He pulled out of her for a moment to flip her around, to tower over her with his dark gaze set on her features. They held eye contact as he pushed into her again, as his fingers found her pulsing bundle. She was a moaning mess–the most beautiful mess he had ever been fortunate enough to look at. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.” (Y/n) didn’t need to be told twice. She came with a gasp of his name while pulling him down for a kiss. Their tongues fought for victory while he fucked her deep, chasing his own high while her walls had a tight grip on his cock. 

Draco came with a gritty “Fuck”, pulling out just in time to paint her stomach with his cum. She was panting, needing to catch her breath while he kept staring down at her with a widening grin, seemingly getting lost in darkening thoughts on how to fill the last remaining hours of the night. 

“I’ll let you rest for a moment, but don’t you think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart. I won’t be for a long while.”

[moonyspupp]

All Yours

Lucius Malfoy X Female Reader

SMUT

CW: breaking up,drinking,slightly drunk sex, smut, age gap (readers like 19-20 also)

Had to take the lack of Lucius posts into my own hands.. I hope you enjoy this! It’s 5 am rn..

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It’s been quite some time since you and Draco broke up. After dating since your 5th year, he decided to ultimately break things off with you. Heartbroken, you never understood why but could no longer fight his choice. You truly believed the two of you would last even after graduation, but yet you were wrong. For a while you were left hurt and wondering. You didn’t fully grasp the reasons behind his decision, and your attempts to make him reconsider had ultimately been useless.

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You clutch your tote bag as you make your way down the Diagon Alley. Bustling with activity; witches and wizards of all ages came in and out of shops, their voices filling every inch of the pace with sound. There was a melancholic energy in the air, as your memories started to flood back. You had come here to attempt to forget the pain of your recent breakup. As you walked down the cobblestones, the sights and sounds of the alley enveloped you, slightly distracting you.

“I need a new wand..” you sigh to yourself remembering the fit of rage from before was the reason your wand broke.

You brush that feeling aside, spotting Ollivanders and changed your path to that direction. You reminisce the date you had with Draco there many years and it frustrated you. Though this was supposed to be a distraction, everything seemed to remind you of Draco and the pain of his decision. Your feel your heart grow heavier with each step

You continue to walk past, each one bringing a memory you would rather forget.

You step into the small wand shop, the smell of wood and magic filling the air. The shopkeeper, a familiar face organizing bottle greets you as you walked in

"Welcome. How can I help you today?" he greets you turning his head

“Hi sir, I’m looking for a new wand” you say giving him a weak smile.

He smiles back and gestures around the room full of wands. You busily browse the selection of wands, your attention focused on finding the right one. The large selection causing you to take your times Little do you know that Lucius Malfoy, has entered the shop.

He notices you almost immediately, his sharp grey eyes observing you as you move around the shop. He watches you intently, your face filled with a soft yet sad expression, of course he knew why that was.

Lucius continues to observe you silently, his eyes following your every move. He recognizes the signs of heartbreak. He walks up beside the shopkeeper not wanting to disturb you, standing a short distance away from you, his silver eyes still studying your every movement.

“This one should be it ..” you muttered to yourself as you observe the wand.

You trudge your way to the counter to pay. Letting out a soft sigh, you wanted to go back home already. You a signal to the shopkeeper that you've made your selection. The elderly man smiles at you kindly, nodding in understanding.

"Ah, found the one that spoke to you, I see." he chuckles, reaching out to take the wand from you. He begins the process of wrapping up the wand up intricately.

“Excuse me, young lady." Lucius Malfoy's voice chimes in from a few feet away.

Your eyes dart up to see who the voice was coming from, so familiar yet you hoped to yourself that it wasn’t who you thought. It was indeed, Draco’s father. Your heart started racing at the unexpected sight of him, why would he be here of all places? Your lips parted slightly as if to say something but before you could he cuts you off.

"(y/n), how have you been?” Lucius steps forward, his silver eyes locking onto yours. There's a hint of curiosity there, as he gives you a slight smirk

“Oh , sir.. I’m.. I’m doing well, just here to buy a wand.” You say stuttering still not exactly sure what to say.

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appears on his face as he picks up on your stuttering. He steps closer, looking at the man continuing to pack the wand.

“I’ll pay for it (y/n), don’t worry about it.” Lucius tells the shopkeeper, the same smirk never leaving his face.

The shopkeeper nodded smiling handing him the wand. “Wait sir it’s fi-“ before you can even finish protesting, Lucius is already handing the man the gold to pay. Your surprised eyes meet his gaze as he chuckles at your expression.

After the payment was finished, he turns to you, holding the wrapped up wand in his hand.

"Follow me." he said sternly, before walking out of the shop and into the alley, expecting you to follow.

Your face still remained surprised by the whole event that just took place at the shop. You did NOT expect to see him whatsoever. Standing there in a slight trance, you realize what Lucius said and quickly walked out the shop thanking the man.

It took you a bit of time to catch up to him but Lucius was standing a little way down the alley, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Took you long enough." He said almost casually, pushing himself from off from the wall to stand. He began walking at a relaxed pace, that you would continue to follow, his silver eyes watching you.

“About the wand sir.. thank you.” You muttered quietly trying not to meet his gaze

Even during the time you did date Draco, Lucius wasn’t ever up for much of a conversation. Not that he didn’t like you, but he preferred to watch you from afar as Draco doted on you. You weren’t sure why he had bought the wand for you, but nevertheless you were grateful, though it does have you wondering.

Glancing over his shoulder at you, his smirk widening as he heard your soft words of thanks. He stopped walking for a brief moment and turned to face you, studying your face for a moment. You felt your face turning slightly red at his eyes peered at you.

"You’re welcome." Lucius said, his eyes never leaving yours. He couldn't help but find slight amusement in your attempt to avoid his gaze, almost intriguing him.

You give him a small nod as the two of you continued to walk. You couldn’t brush off the way he made you feel. “Your exes father for gods sake” you thought as you tried to pull yourself together.” Yet the feeling kept coming back. Was he always this handsome? You thought as you looked at the side of his face as he walked.

Lucius notices your stolen glances, not saying a word, he smirks.

“Shit..” your face begins to flush up again as your mind began to race, trying to break the awkward heavy silence you asked him about where he was taking you.

“Where are we going sir?” You asked softly with a slightly tilted head.

“Malfoy manor dear, shouldn’t be much longer.” He said his eyes still on the cobblestone street. “Draco isn’t there, so don’t worry.” He said letting out a small soft laugh

You stay quiet, feeling embarrassed about Draco and the end of your relationship with him, your walking becomes slower as you begin to think about it again. You grit your teeth slightly at his words, not taking offense but still a bit hurt.

He slows his steps a little, falling back to walk closer to you. His shoulders slumped slightly. His eyes continued to glance over at you, as if he was searching for something.

"Tell me (y/n), how are you really holding up?" He asked with a sincere voice.

You stop in your tracks after being confronted, letting out a loud sigh. You begin to feel your body shake at the thought of it

“Not.. as well as I wish I was sir.” You muttered quietly feeling your fists ball up at your side.

Picking up on your tension, his eyes caught the sight of your clenched fists. He lets out a soft sigh, steps slowing even further. He looked over at you, a mixture of concern and sadness on his face.

"Still hurting from the breakup, I see." He said bluntly, but in his voice you sensed no sarcasm or malice, but sincerity

“Mhm” you mumbled “I’ll be okay eventually sir don’t worry about me” you gave him a weak smile

“That's what they all say, 'I’ll be okay’" he playfully mocked smirking

You give him a pout at his words, still feeling embarrassed about the whole thing with Draco, your eyes brim slightly with tears. You turn away slightly as to not let Lucius see.

His eyes widen in surprise as he notices the tears in your eyes. He had not expected that his words would have such an effect on you, but then again, the pain in your eyes tells no lies. Lucius lets out a sigh, stepping closer to you. The mocking expression was gone from his face, replaced with one of guilt.

"Come now. No need to cry over that boy." He tuts as he wiped a tear away from your eye. He lets out a sigh feeling guilty.

You slowly nod trying to regain composure of the situation, trying your best not to cry in front of your exes father.

“Let’s get you inside dear.” Lucius said as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Feeling a slight sense of comfort , the two of you make your way inside the familiar manor.

He guided you up the stone steps and through the big oak doors. Looking around as you take in the elegant dark surroundings. Your head turns around every corner; reminiscing the family portraits. A sense of nostalgia fills you as the familiarity of the house sinks in.

He led you down a long hallway, lined with the beautiful walls and expensive items. Eventually, you came to a stop in front of a large oak door. Lucius pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter ahead of him.

You oblige and step in seeing a small but elegant library. The room is filled with bookshelves with all kinds of titles with a slight aged appearance. The center of the library sits an oak desk, it’s surface littered with parchment and a few very expensive looking bottles. The sound of the crackling fire place comforts you further, coziness begins to replace your sadness. You continue to marvel around the library and its quirks until your attention is soon drawn to the other side of the room, where a plush velvet couch sits in the corner.

“Have a seat” Lucius says, gesturing to the couch before making his way to the desk to pour two glasses of what looks to be firewhisky

He comes back holding the two glasses, handing you one before he sits down next to you, the couch large enough that it allowed for a small comfortable distance between the two of you. He leaned back into the soft cushions, his look turns confident as his eyes turned back at you.

“Feeling better now?” He asks with a smile before taking a sip of firewhisky

“Yes sir thank you” you smile sweetly at him before tasting the alcohol yourself. The warm stinging feeling engulfs your throat. Taking a deep breath after a few more sips; the realization that you were now alone with Lucius begins to set in; making you feel slightly heavy with forbidden desires.

You pick up a small book on the table next to the couch as you set down the glass, you began to read in an attempt to once again distract you.

This time for a different reason.

The silence grows between the two of you, broken occasionally the crackle of the fireplace.

Lucius lets out a small content hum as he stretched his legs out, crossing one knee over the other as he continued to look at you. His eyes flicked over your features again, noticing the small things he hadn’t during the time you were with Draco. The way your lips curled up whenever you were embarrassed, and the sweetness of your voice. Even the way your hair framed your face, so much about you enamored him the more he thought about it. He would be lying if he said that something about you didn’t interest him in a very certain way. He let out a small sigh, and looked away, turning his gaze towards the fireplace.

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed heavier. Silence continued as the two of you sat there. You occasionally looked up from your book to see Lucius deep in thought, his eyes fixed on the flames in the fireplace swishing his glass. After a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again.

“Tell me, (y/n), how long were you and Draco dating again?” He asked with his gaze still fixed on the fireplace as he took another swig of his glass.

“Mm four years or so sir.” You said quietly breaking the view from your book to look at him. Your body began to warm up just a bit, including your core. You press your thighs together in order to get some relief.

“Four years. It’s a long time.” Lucius said quietly, before letting out a sigh. His expression relaxed as he listened to your response. Finally processing it, he let out a scoff, shaking his head slowly.

“Such a fool to let a girl like you out his grasp, unbelievable really” he mutters softly before setting the empty glass down. You can sense his cool facade slipping away as his legs spread ever so slightly, now touching yours

“What makes you say that sir?” You mumble feeling a slight buzz of the alcohol

Lucius smirks at your words, noticing the alcohol starting to make you tipsy, he himself feeling it as well. He lets out a sigh. He looks over at you, his eyes scanning up and down your figure briefly, taking in the way the soft lights caressed your relaxed face.

"You're a beautiful girl, (y/n). You deserve better than being tossed aside like that.” His words sounded sincere, especially considering the amount of alcohol the two of you had drank so far.

"A girl like you... deserves a man that can appreciate you." He said leaning back slightly into the couch. Lucius’s eyes continued their gazing, committing every inch of you into memory

“You mean that sir?” You ask him leaning towards him slightly. You look at him through your lashes pouting

Lucius chuckled faintly, his eyes flicking over your face as you leaned closer. He was aware of the way your body inched closer, too aware and he couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the way you looked at him with such an innocent yet seductive look. He feels his own desire growing at the sight of it.

“Of course I mean it, darling.” He said smirking slightly biting his bottom lip

He leaned in a little closer, closing the small distance between the two of you even further. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jawline for a moment, admiring the view in front of him

“You’re a charming little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled, his voice low and smooth as firewhisky. His eyes were almost glued to your face, taking in every little detail he could.

You let out a small laugh at his words placing a hand on his neck and trailing down, his heart nearly slips a beat at the feeling, feeling his better judgment begin to slip. His eyes met yours, both full of need as the air begins to darken with desire.

“You’re making it difficult to keep my composure, darling. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” he murmured, his voice deep and sharp

In that moment you have made your mind up, you no longer cared if this was Draco’s father. You needed to have this man. Right here right now. His breath hitches as you begin to rub his thigh through his pants, gradually moving closer to his hardening member.

Lucius’s breath becomes heavier at your touch, his hand remained on your face, his thumb still stroking your cheek. He had leaned in even further without even noticing, his lips almost touching yours now. His other hand found its way to your waist now resting on your hip, gripping slightly.

“I wonder if my son realizes what he lost,” he said quietly as his lips met yours

The kiss was firm and passionate as they moved roughly against yours, the taste of alcohol filled your mouth as the kiss continued. His hand on your hip squeezed slightly, pulling you closer to him. The heat from you bodies now being shared in a moment of lust. The kiss quickly became more intense, Lucius's need for you building even more with every passing second. The sound of hot breaths and huffs becoming louder. His tongue flicked over your lips as you quickly let him, silently asking for more. His hand on your hip tightened its grasp, pulling you onto his lap, pressing your body firmly against his.

You wanted this badly.

You moan into the kiss as he ran his arms up and down your figure, breaking the kiss his fingers reaching down to the bottom of your shirt as he quickly slipped it off you. Your breasts sat so beautifully in your black bra, making Lucius’s eyes widen. Using his free hand he shamelessly unclasped the back before tossing them aside. Your top half now bare before his eyes. Lucius spent no time groping them, as he pulled on your hardened nipples; earning a wince from you.

The feeling was too much for you to not act on as you started to slowly grind yourself onto his lap, the light from the fireplace contouring your curves in such a way that made you look ethereal. He groaned at the feeling as he gripped your breast firmly. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you in place as his lips began to dance against yours. He let out a small moan, the sound deep and guttural, the feeling of you in his lap driving him.

“Naughty girl aren’t you (y/n)” he tuts with his heavy breath, he subconsciously began to move his own hips against yours.

You bury your face into his neck as your arms come up to shoulders, letting out a small whimper in response to his words. His chest pressed tightly against yours as you feel your hearts beat against each other

His arms find their way down to your waist once more and he groans at your innocent response. Lips now biting and kissing at your neck, his mind was now a blur making him lose control.

Lucius let out a low growl as he pulled you down to the smooth wood floor, his silver eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you, your body now positioned between his legs. He reached out, threading his fingers in your hair, his grasp firm.

You whimper softly at the feeling of your hair being tugged so suddenly, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling you look up at him with needy eyes and slightly parted lips

Lucius lets out a low hum as he looks down at you, seeing the needy look in your eyes as you bite your lip he lets out a low moan. The sound he made was low and guttural, almost a growl, the sight of below him driving him wild as he pulled out his large swollen cock in front your face

“Look at you, on your knees, pouting so sweetly for me...” "Such pretty little lips... It's almost a shame what I'm thinking of doing to them." he murmurs with his voice deep and raspy as his fingers continue to tangle in your hair.

You nearly drool at the sight of Lucius in front of you, you paw at his thigh as he jerked your head forward to meet his length. You begin to grind on your heel for any time of relief, feeling your panties soaking.

“Tell me what you want pet.” Lucius growls

“Y..your cock sir.. please let me suck it” you say babbling with slightly closed eyes, your face now mere inches away from his throbbing length seeing the top weep with precum as it runs down the side.

"Open your mouth, darling. I want something of yours..." Lucius commanded, his voice thick with desire. His eyes darkened even more at his own words, the lust and desire filling his very being. He pulled on your hair again, tilting your head back further, forcing your lips to part even more.

Your face trembles as you oblige by sticking your tongue out far for him, your breathing ragged as you wait for the one things you needed most right now.

"Good girl" he smirked as his eyes fixated on your parted lips and needy face. He taps his leaking member onto your tongue a few times, the precum sticking to your lips as he does

You hear a few curses spill out of his mouth before you feel his cock down your throat. He pulls back and slams back into your throat repeatedly as your muffled cries vibrate around him. Hearing him moan you feel tears begin to well at your eyes at the feeling. With teary eyes, you look up at Lucius and he growls at the sight of you taking his cock so well.

"Look at me," he mutters, his voice thick with possession and desire. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see those beautiful eyes, my lovely little pet." His locks eyes with you, his grey eyes sharp and focused on your own.

You moan around him at his words, now grinding on his foot, you desperately needed more from him.

Lucius pulls your hair back roughly popping his cock out your swollen lips. You pant hard as you try to steady your breath. He releases the grip on your hair as you lean on his leg. He brings his hand to your chin to get you to look up at his breathless face.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look down there, darling... On your knees for me." he breathed, his grip on your chin firm as he spoke.

“More sir please..” you say moaning, you feel your need grow more than ever, you needed Lucius to take you. You slip your panties off desperately and hug onto his leg as you continue to grind; your eyes never leaving his

Lucius could feel your need and desire growing as you pleaded with him, begging for more. The grip on your chin tightens as you grind against him. The sight was almost too much for him to bear. He was already too lost in his own desire to deny you of your wants.

He pulls you onto his lap roughly, your weeping cunt soaking his own needy member. His lips finding every bit of skin they could on your neck leaving a number of love bites in their trail. His hands caressed your body as you grinded and moaned against him.

"Are you sure you can handle it, darling? You're being so needy already." he said letting out a low growl and he continued to attack your neck.

You nod moaning at his touch, your arms wrap around his neck as his ran his cock up and down your wet slit, your legs shake slightly at the feeling of being teased. He slowly lowered you onto his length, his arms now around your waist as he moaned at the feeling. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate his length, your breathing becoming heavier as you winced with every inch.

“Mm fuck!” You whined out as you were now engulfed around his shaft fully. Your legs began to tremble as you lean back slightly to brush a strand of hair off your sweaty face.

Lucius lets out a sigh as he feels your tight cunt swallow every inch of him. His own pride growing as he sees you take him so well. He leans back into the couch as he watches your body quiver. He can’t help but let out a small smirk at the view of you enjoying it so much.

"You… you feel so good, my dear," he mutters, his voice thick with need. "So… so perfect. So... so mine." He said breathing heavily, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. You cupped your smaller hand on his as you let out a small moan escape your lips, giving him a shy grin. The air was intimate and lustful as the two of you met eyes.

He begins to move, his body moving, slapping against yours, at a medium pace, moans filled the room as he continued to ravish your pussy on the couch. The wet lewd sound of your bodies was something so incredibly naughty to the two of you. Feeling him slam right into your sensitive spot you cry out loudly. His holds your waist down as he continued to pound you hard.

You throw your head back at the feeling of being stretched out so well, moaning loudly as your legs shake. Your cunt nearly feels like it’s going to break. Lucius feels a wave of pleasure at your moan, he ran a hand down your navel as he admired the way your tits bounce as he fucked you hard. He brings your lips to yours, needing to feel you closer, he kisses you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth once more, but this time his touch more intense, his body moving against yours in a faster, more desperate rhythm.

"You're so sweet, my pet," he said panting between his moans "So eager and obedient. You know what you want, what you need, don't you?" Lucius smirks still pounding you hard, he pulls out just enough to see your wet folds stretching around him.

“Yes! Yes! I do” you babble as you feel coming more undone as you hear your own wetness slap against your throbbing pussy. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on your skin, his hands roaming over your body Your head was thrown back as you savored the moment of having your body ravished by a much older man who just so happens to be your exes father.

Lucius moans at your words and bites your neck hard, “Naughty girl.. you’re mine aren’t you?” He said growling in your ear as he grips your waist tight. “Forget all about Draco dear, you belong to me now.” He whispered. The sounds of his breathing filled the air, as he grew more and more desperate for you. He was completely consumed by you, by the need to have you, to claim you as his and his alone.

“Yes sir I belong to you and you alone!” You scream out trembling “My body belongs to you master!” A dribble of drool drops out the corner of your mouth, you forgot all about Draco at this point, he didn’t matter anymore. In this moment all you wanted was Lucius to claim you as his.

A sharp slap finds its way on your ass, you tense up and wince at the pain, the sting lingering even seconds after. Lucius grabs your chin and pulls you back into another deep and needy kiss as lips his against yours as he consumed you completely in that very moment, claiming you. You moan loudly into the kiss as you feel the heat radiating off his body to yours

His hands found their way back to your hips, pulling you closer. His breaths were heavy, ragged, as he continued to mark your claim your lips as his, his actions almost feral. He pressed himself even deeper inside of you as his pace was now nearly unforgiving to your core. Your pussy continuing to leak underneath you, he continued to relentlessly pound into you, your moans only serving as encouragement for him. His kisses and bites becoming more and more intense as you feel the two of you grow closer to a climax. The dirty sounds of your breaths and skin filled the air.

Your voice, strangled with need, crying out his name pushes him over the edge “Lucius! I feel like ‘m gonna cum!” Your broken words combined with the tears in your eyes fueled him with a certain possessive need. Your legs struggled to wrap around his waist as you feel them growing weaker by the second.

"Yes, darling, finish for me" Lucius moans voice thick, The two of you lost in each other completely, your bodies moving in a such a way that exuded need and desire. The sound of hour heavy breathing filled the air, the moans and gasps growing even louder and more ragged

“Lucius I’m gonna cum!” You babble out with your head thrown back, your cunt was nearly numb as Lucius speeds up his pace. Your kiss him deeply to savor the moment and the feeling, lost in thought you felt your climax coming as your arms and legs tightened around him as you moaned into his mouth. Your legs squeeze him tightly as if you weren’t ready to let go

Lucius looks down at your fucked expression, his gaze taking in every part of you, his need for you almost consuming him.

"You're mine, my pet," he mutters, his voice low and possessive. "He growls with a shaky breath.” You are mine to take, mine to have, mine to do with as I please." He bites down on your shoulder as he feels his own orgasm nearing as he grips your hips tightly.

His body shook against yours as he let out one final groan as he found his release, your name escaping his lips in a strangled moan as he spilled his hot seed inside you. His body was still pressed tightly against yours as he still held you. You shudder at the feeling and lay your head onto shoulder , legs now loosening. Lucius pulled out of you as he grins at the sight of his seed spilling out your now swollen cunt. You whine at the feeling as he coos you.

—

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sounds were the heavy breathing of both of you as you came down from your highs. The calmness of the room had returned as Lucius held you tightly with his body against yours. his arms wrapped around you.

“Let me clean you up darling” he said smiling softly at you, caressing your face briefly as he got up to buckle his pants. You look up at his with tired eyes, as he left the room.

Lucius was quite gentle as he cleaned the both of you up, getting you a new change of clothes, ones you have left there during your time with Draco. But he didn’t matter now did he? He wiped the sweat off your forehead as he slipped the clean shirt back onto you with a sweet smile. “Thank you” you smile back at him. You watche him tie his hair back as he sits back on the couch, patting on his thigh for you to come sit.

You reach the couch before crawling back onto his lap, straddling him. You buried your face in his neck, gently nuzzling into it. He lets out a small sound of contentment at the gesture, his arms now rubbing your back gently. His lips find their way to your forehead, placing a soft gentle kiss in contrast to the moment you two shared. He runs his fingers through your hair as you hold onto his chest, his touch gentle as he holds you in his arms. There is a sense of comfort and security as he holds you, almost protective. He can feel your body pressed against his, still flush and warm from their intense moment, your breathing regular again.

You pull away just enough to see his face, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. He now has a relaxed face, a sign that the alcohol had worn off. Lucius runs his thumb over the marks he made on your neck, letting out a content sigh as he looks to you. His eyes locked onto yours before you place a small kiss on his lips, an intimate gesture you felt like you needed. His eyes closed at the kiss, returning it but in a tender and gentle way. The kiss was sloppy yet affectionate as the two of you let breathe softly. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek as the two of you share a soft moment.

"You're mine, you know that, right?" he murmurs his voice now low and intimate. He gently traced his thumb on your bottom lip as his silver eyes met yours. The gentle smile still there as he waited for your response

“I’m yours Lucius” you say giving him a sweet and sincere smile, the same shy feeling comes back to you as you say those words, but you meant them.

“No more pouting about Draco now darling, you have me now” Lucius said giving you a playful wink

His words no longer held the stinging feeling they did earlier that night. You felt a sense of relief as you realized that, you paused for a few moments and nodded grinning at him. You had Lucius now and that was all that mattered to you now.

A comfortable silence fills the air as your actions begin to catch up, you feel his body relax under yours as his breathing became more steady. He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid against his chest, “You know... You don't have to go anywhere..." he mutters with his exhaustion heavy in his voice,"You can stay if you want since no one’s here, Spend the night here." He said pulling away to search your face for an answer

With sleepy eyes you look up to him and nod, “Can I sleep with you?” You ask tilting your head slightly

Lucius lets out a hearty laugh, “Of course my darling, anything for you” he grinned as he took your hand

[darling-i-read-it]

Right Family, Wrong Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: toxic relationship !!!, age gap (legal ofc, reader is in her mid to late twenties), you dated draco and then lucius lol, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: I DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS. i think i like it and i went a slightly spookier/intense route but idkkkkkk. I love writing for lucius though so this was a fun little twist 

Requested: by @russian-soft-bitch, Hello love! I'm officially requesting that Lucius idea you had, I HAVE to read it 😤 Thank you and have a good day!

Summary: What started as a revenge plot against your ex boyfriend Draco ended up with you in Lucius Malfoy’s bed. 

Song: Back to Black by Amy Winehouse 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Lucius wrapped his hand around yours. You were sleeping soundly beside him, breathing evenly. Your expression was peaceful. Serene. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen you at such peace. You were always stomping around Malfoy Manor with such umph that he would’ve thought you ran the place if he didn’t. 

Your lips were parted ever so slightly. The same lips that had touched every part of him, the same lips that left marks on covered places, the same lips that whispered things to him that would never be said in the daylight. Your presence here was something he had never expected but something he granted with open arms. 

Narcissa had left him in the dust years ago. She was to raise Draco. There was no need that Lucius put himself into affairs that had nothing to do with him. Truthfully, Lucius had no real interest in raising Draco any longer. It was a project that continued to fail him. He was too much like his mother. 

Which meant he had Malfoy Manor to himself most of the time. The help walked around without making a sound. It was him in the large place and it was never lonely because now he had you. 

“Lucius,” you whispered. He hadn’t noticed your eyes open. You squinted at him for a moment and then your expression turned into a doe’s. Wide gaze, looking at him like he had all the control in the world. “You’re starring.” 

He raised his hand and brushed your face. 

“I’m admiring,” he promised. His voice was gravely. It wasn’t even light outside yet. It was still dark outside, the moon the only thing illuminating the crevices of the room. You nuzzled your head into the silk pillow. 

“Go to sleep,” you whispered. Your eyes shut again. He lost the doe look he had savored so dearly for a moment. He dragged his hand down your face to your chin, raising it. Your eyes opened again at the sudden movement. “Lucius…” 

He dipped his head down and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss, something to be relished. There was nothing like an extremely early morning with a Malfoy. You would know better than most. 

You gripped the back of his head, scrunching up his long white hair. You brought him to you so that you didn’t have to strain your neck kissing him. He was a much better kisser than his son. He was more attentive. He was cautious with his words, knowing the weight of them. 

For all of those reasons it was easy to slip from the youngest Malfoy boy to the eldest. It was easy to forget all of Draco’s vein promises when you had new ones being made by someone who would keep them. 

You opened your mouth, gasping at his cold touch. The icy night left the imprint of his hand on your cheek. He worshiped at your bare skin, making it a point to touch every inch of you as often as he could. 

There were no thoughts of Draco as he kissed down your stomach, moving lower with each deliberate kiss. 

-

There was a letter on the table. You opened it with a Malfoy letter opener. You knew that it was addressed to you before you even checked the name. Draco had always left you a special seal, one that dripped red as it dried. You wondered if he knew you were staying at the Manor or if your owl had brought it. 

You tossed the envelope back onto the table and sat down on top of it. Your black dress flowed nicely onto the ground, just barely touching the hardwood. Lucius had gotten it for you. 

Please answer my owls. I can’t speak to a wall any longer. 

It felt like a waste of paper. You tossed it aside. Draco had been an awful boyfriend, one that you grew up beside and all you had known. You had never understood what love was actually supposed to look like because Draco had promised you that he knew. 

He did not. 

You were doomed to him from the second he stared at you in the Great Hall. Slytherins were naturally tethered to one another, based on their shared personalities and pride. Draco had chosen you far too young. 

Now you were older. You had grown to be more mature. Draco hadn’t. He didn’t understand that it was truly as simple as that. Draco had hurt you. You recoiled. The relationship ended. 

“Your son sent me another letter.” Lucius walked from the kitchen to the dining room. The walls were clad with portraits of the Malfoys going back decades. The most recent was of Lucius, Narcissa and Draco. It was slightly tilted, as though someone had tried to take it down. 

“Are you going to answer it?” he asked, uninterested. 

“No.” He kissed your forehead as he passed. You watched him go to the head of the table. Dinner would be served soon. He had invited you to stay, though you likely would’ve stayed without any invitation. 

“Good girl,” he grumbled. 

What had started as a revenge plot against Draco had started to become a domestic relationship. The secret was thrilling. The only people that saw you were the help, who were sworn to silence. 

“I have to leave in the morning,” you said as you approached your seat. “Work is calling.”

“Work seems unnecessary,” he said curiously. “You could stay. I’ll give you an allowance.”

“I’m not your child. I can live my own life.” He leaned back in his seat. He had a hand wrapped around his staff as his eyes narrowed on you.

“Those statements have nothing to do with each other,” he observed. “Stay. Just a while longer. Live in his honeymoon, finally allow yourself to know what it’s like to be worshiped.” His words were alluring. “I have to go to Knockturn Alley tomorrow. You could come with me, get out of the manor if you insist on leaving.” 

You half smiled. You had never assumed Lucius to be the type to come up with other options to spend time together. You were so used to Draco who had endlessly forced you to follow him along like a lost pet and lose you in the corners like you were a joke. 

This whole thing was so cloudy. 

“I have been meaning to stop by the apothecary.” 

“It’s settled. You’ll come with me tomorrow.” He clicked his water glass with his fork. Someone brought food through the doors. You wondered what it was like to have so much power.

-

Knockturn Alley was permanently dark. At least, it seemed that way. The people rushing by never rose their faces and when they did they were indistinguishable. It was as though everyone had enchanted themselves to become mundane and unremarkable. Lucius had a hood over his head but made no attempt to hide his blonde hair. Your hood kept you shrouded, even as you walked closely beside him. He had a list of things he needed to get and you looked through the windows of the shops at things you had never studied before. 

Stores selling human fingers were of interest to Lucius. He let you go inside first as he pursued. You had never been inside a place like it before. It felt like a forbidden realm, something that was locked off to you because you had no reason to enter it. 

“Fingernails,” he muttered. “Do you see the fingernails dear?” 

You looked around, trying to stifle the reaction you had to being called dear in public. 

“Here,” you breathed. You raised your hand and he approached. “Aged,” you read from the small note card. “What do you use this for?” 

“Severus sent me a potion he’d been testing. I wanted to try it.” 

“What kind of potion?”

“An unnamed one,” he muttered. “Perhaps you could help me with it. Draco said you were rather good at potions.” You were reminded of the age difference suddenly but quickly brushed it aside. 

“I was the best in my class. Snape seemed to like me,” you said proudly. It was a fact you took pride in. Snape didn’t like just anyone. 

“I should’ve asked you to tutor Draco,” he muttered, grabbing what he needed off the shelf. 

“I tried. He was often distracted.” Lucius’s hand brushed your side as he walked past you. Like father, like son. 

You could feel prying eyes. You glanced around the dark shop that was illuminated only by floating candles. The shelves looked like people. You had to search to find anything actually moving. Your eyes landed on the sales clerk, another man who had been shrouded in a dark hood. You couldn't see his eyes but you could feel his gaze on you. You raised your chin, as though in defiance. Lucius didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed your hand and dragged you along to the next row of shelves. 

You avoided eye contact when Lucius checked out. 

-

You returned back to the Manor later that night. The sun was setting behind the peak of the house. It was like you were living your life shrouded in darkness nowadays and you couldn’t say you were complaining. It was slightly like you were constantly hidden from anything important. The door opened for Lucius. By the time it shut you couldn’t see who had been the culprit of moving it. 

Living in the house with Lucius was vastly different than living in the house with Draco. Draco knew the best hiding places but Lucius didn’t need them. You felt the most in control as you ever had. 

Lucius put down the bag of things onto the dining room counter as he walked into the room. Sitting in the chair at the other end of the room was a face you hadn’t expected to see, one that stopped you completely. 

Toying in Draco’s hand was the letter you had discarded. 

“You aren’t scheduled for a visit,” Lucius said. His voice was strong. There was no hint of weakness. You raised your chin to match his attitude. 

“This is why you haven’t been answering my letters?” Draco questioned, staring at you as though his father wasn’t there. “You found a different Malfoy to follow around like a lost puppy?” He sat forward, accusatory. 

“Draco,” Lucius snapped. You met the young Malfoy’s gaze with ice. 

“I haven’t been answering your letters because I have no interest in speaking with you.” Draco set his jaw, chewing on his cheek. Lucius took a deep breath. 

“This isn’t a ploy to make me jealous? To get me back?” he questioned but it felt more like he was stating a fact. 

“Why would I want you back?” you asked him. “Why would I beg for your forgiveness and your kindness when I know I can get it from someone I like far more?”

“My father?” 

“Yes Draco.” Draco stood up. He put his palms down on the table, leaning forward. He shook his head, a signature scowl on his face. 

“Were you plotting to steal the Malfoy money through different means because I tossed you aside like a piece of trash?”

“I wanted someone who would treat me like a woman and not like a charm to accompany his pride,” you seethed. 

“This is ridiculous. There’s no way you’re entertaining this father,” Draco said, his eyes now set on the older Malfoy. Your eyes followed his as well. Lucius had taken off his cloak and set it on a chair. He was acting completely unbothered by the conversation. 

“Draco, you’ve always been too much like your mother.” Lucius raised his chin. He eyed his son, knowing he would cower under the gaze. “If you intend on being a pest, I’ll have you escorted out of the manor.”

“Father.” 

“You were a stupendous failure Draco,” Lucius said lowly. “You took something great and you botched it with continuous frustrations. There is no need to take out those frustrations on someone who salvaged the situation or the woman.” Draco’s jaw set. “Go back to your mother. Maybe she’ll teach you some manners.” 

Draco choked on whatever words he intended to say. He took the letter he had written to you and ripped it in half. He left it on the table, dramatically. He gave you a lingering angry look before walking past the both of you out the room. The manor was so large that he could return to his room and neither you nor Lucius would ever know. 

The tension in the room defused. 

“I’ll put away the things we got,” you said, grabbing the bag from him. You took a jar with you into the kitchen. He followed you. 

“Your son is impossible,” you muttered. There were no feelings resurfaced at seeing Draco again. You wondered how long you had been over that relationship, if it had been longer than you even remembered. 

“His mothers fault.” Lucius raised his hand and brushed your hair off your shoulder and onto your back. He leaned forward and kissed your neck. You let out a soft sigh. 

“You’re distracting me from the task at hand.”

“My fault,” he muttered against your skin. 

“You have no reserves?” you asked. You turned around to look at him. He had his hands on your sides in an instant. “Your son's ex-girlfriend in your bed every night?”

“Do you have reserves?” he questioned. You weren’t sure why you were even asking the question. Lucius had done some morally challenging things in his life. There was no way this was a concern of his. You found that realization quite freeing.

“No,” you said finally. You meant it. He nodded once, proud of himself. He traced your jaw with his finger. 

“Then I don’t see any issues.” You glanced at the door Draco had left. You knew he was likely still in the manor. You kissed Lucius like it was the last thing you would ever do. You didn't care if this was a relationship that would fizzle out, all you knew in the moment was that you wanted to kiss him. You devoured his lips, holding his head so he was as close as you could get him. 

Everything else felt like an afterthought to him. It occurred to you that in the past you had had the right family, but the wrong Malfoy. He hoisted you onto the counter, pushing aside everything you had gotten from Knockturn. 

[louvemione]

illicit affairs — d. malfoy (y/n's pov)

synopsis : draco malfoy and astoria greengrass are destined to be together, so why does malfoy end up in someone else's arms all the time? specifically, in your arms.

warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint, a bit 🤏 suggestive, swear words here and there, no voldy au 🙅‍♀️, written in first person, not really cheating bc draco n astoria are not dating, pretend that there's only a 1 year age gap between Astoria & Draco

author's note : illicit affairs by taylor swift! i will most definitely write a part two of this 😎

make sure nobody sees you leave

hood over your head, keep your eyes down

third year

Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. a perfect pair, really. they're destined to end up in each other's arms by the time they finish Hogwarts, they're destined to spend the rest of their lives together and no one was to get in between them.

not even me

I stared at the top of my four-poster bed, nights like this always had me wondering, why am I doing this? why did I even get into this relationship, if you can call it one, that was bound to end within the next few years? why am I risking everything for someone who would end up in someone else's arms? why am I making promises with someone who will fulfill those with someone else?

my head always spiraled with a list of why's. why am I doing this to myself?

the only time I'd stop is when he finally knocks on the door and I'll quietly slip out of my blankets, making sure not to wake my roommates up, slip on my robes and take his hand to spend the rest of the night giggling and trying not to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.

and the cycle repeats itself the following day.

tell your friends you're out for a run

you'll be flushed when you return

fourth year

"wait! I don't know how to.." Harry stopped mid-sentence, too embarrassed to do so. I snickered as I lead him to the dance floor where the other champions along with their partners stood, "you'll be fine, just follow my lead"

I had fun dancing and laughing with Harry Potter, so much fun that I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Draco and Astoria came to the ball as each other's date.

if Draco and Astoria weren't dancing so close to us, I might've completely forgotten about it.

"you look gorgeous" Draco whispers the words that were meant for Astoria, only for her to hear.

I ended up spending most of my time at the yule ball with Harry and his friends as I tried to avoid Draco and Astoria at all costs.

but my attempts of avoiding him was soon washed down the drain because a graze of Draco's hand against my waist was all it took for me to excuse myself, "hey, uh, I had so much fun with you guys but I'll just go get some air. it's getting kind of cramped here"

when we returned, even if I was back with the trio who was by the way asking why I looked flushed, I see the smirks Pansy and Daphne sent in my direction when they saw Draco's flushed cheeks and lipstick stain on his lips.

take the road less traveled by

tell yourself you can always stop

lie. everyone knew it's a lie when we said, "we can stop this anytime we want"

because if we can, he wouldn't be in my dormitory, crying and begging for me to stay. him and I wouldn't be waking up longing for each other's embrace.

because no matter how many times we say it, the truth is we don't want to stop.

that's why we didn't do anything to stop.

what started in beautiful rooms

Draco and I met in our first year, during the sorting ceremony. him and I were both put in Slytherin along some newly met friends.

our little set up started during our third year, by that time I was already knowledgeable of his family's arrangement with the Greengrasses. yet, him and I carried on with this.

ends with meetings in parking lots

and that lead us here.

in front of my dormitory, where he would come and fetch me for our daily late night rebellion.

and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and longing stares

illicit. is this considered as an illicit affair?

yeah, probably. he's bound to marry someone else but he's here with me, in the restricted section of the library where we'd cost at least a hundred points off of our house if we get caught.

"i love you" Draco whispered against my nape, arms wrapping around my body to pull me into a back hug as he pressed my back against his chest.

I turned around, leaving the dusty potions book I was holding on the table beside us, "i love you too" I whispered back, our lips inches away before he finally closed the gap.

yes, I consider this an illicit affair. because if it isn't, why would I catch Draco's longing stares whenever his father requested for him to spend more time with his future wife?

it's born from just one single glance

I glanced at Draco just in time for our eyes to meet as I walked past him and Astoria.

that alone was all Draco needed for him to excuse himself from his seemingly clueless future wife.

but it dies, and it dies, and it dies

sixth year

"let's stop"

"you're drunk" Draco carries me to his bed

"I'm serious. let's stop. you're getting married after next school year so why should we carry on with this?"

an uncomfortable silence surrounds the room and my tears were already falling before I could even stop them, "I'm tired, Draco. It's unfair to all of us, we can't keep making promises knowing we won't fulfill them. I should've done this a long time ago. and in fact, we never should have gotten together—"

"so you're regretting it? everything we did together? you wish it never happened?

"yes"

a million little times

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[sophiesstreet]

Dramione Month Day 28: Professor Malfoy (free day)

“You insolent girl—I think some punishment is in order.”

“Of course, Professor Malfoy. What will you have me do—clean the chalkboard or sweep the floor?”

“I have something different in mind.”

Sophiesstreeets first ever age gap drawing alert 🚨

Someone on my Patreon requested a professor/student age gap drawing so here it is hopefully you guys like older Draco. Also pretend hermione is there I’m so tried I didn’t have the energy to draw her 😅 also also extra glasses version 🫠

[lesservillain]

Coiled

Headmaster!Draco Malfoy x herbology professor!reader

Summary: More than a decade after the battle at Hogwarts, where Harry Potter saw to the end of the world’s most feared Wizard, Voldemort, the wizarding world has moved forward in relative peace.

Just like in the seats of the Ministry of Magic, the staff of Hogwarts has a seen change in staff over the last 12 or so years as the younger generation of Witches and Wizards take their places. The most notable being when Harry Potter himself returned after 5 years of traveling to take over as the permanent Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.

Like Harry, you’ve spent your years after graduation traveling and studying herbology. Your studies have made you a household name in wizarding Britain, but your most recent discoveries have your name starting to spread across the world.

Despite this, you were still surprised to receive such an invitation to interview as the new Herbology Professor after Sprouts retirement. As enticing as the offer sounds, are you truly ready for the way your life is about to change forever?

cw: Strangers to Lovers, two idiots in love, slight age gap (~7-8 years), Canon divergent (kinda?)Fred live/George dies, non-canon ships, basic understanding of the Potterverse. Each chapter will have its own individual warnings.

The Playlist(coming soon)

i. Time to Face the Change (coming soon)

[sitp-recs]

hi!i'm looking for some fic where draco and harry have age gap,can you recs some.thanks so much

Hi there! I’m sure I did a list about it in the past but I couldn’t find it so here are some recs - these are a mix of time travel and de-aging focused on romantic age gap. I also gotta mention Away Childish Things since it’s a fandom classic 🙌

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Not Nineteen Forever by @sorrybutblog (E, 6k)

A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Wish You Were Here by cryptonym (E, 18k)

[Snape] leans on the table, towering over me like a vulture watching its prey, his eyes boring into me. “If I were in your position, I would be considering my history as I know it. If you are here now, you were always meant to be here.”

Twenty by leontina (E, 23k)

Just minutes after Voldemort’s defeat at the Final Battle, Harry is struck by a curse that sends him into a magical coma, and is only saved by being placed under a Stasis Charm that also prevents him aging. It takes 20 years to find a cure, and when Harry awakes again he is 18 and the rest of the world has moved on.

Just a Matter of Time by gracerene (E, 23k)

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past.

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 (E, 36k)

Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter's life gets very complicated.

[sunnylands-world]

stepdad draco getting mad at y/n and smut after?

You little brat

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell…

Word count: 1,371

Warning: squirting, aggressive Draco, daddy kink, mentions of spit?, unprotected sex, oral [male an female receiving], fingering, degrading kink, mentions of dead parent, spanking, slut and whore are said, possessive Draco, age gap but the reader is of age and yeah I think that's it let me know if I missed anything 🙃

A/n: Sorry it took all day, today was a bit of a mess but nevertheless I wrote it!! Hope you like it Also I'm obsessed with the banner for this one 😮‍💨

You knew better than to sneak boys into your step dad's house but you did anyway, it wasn't like you'd been caught and after the first time you did it a few more times. Today your step dad was out grocery shopping for dinner which is when you'd snuck the next one in. With your door locked and your body pressed against your bed as Mike or whatever his name was thrusted into you, your headboard hitting the wall as he threw his head back groaning.

You were feeling like a sex doll as he chased his release and for a second you wondered why you were doing this until you felt that horrible ache in your chest, your mother. She had passed and you needed a way to forget, a way to feel better so you did hook-ups. This felt good or it was supposed to but it didn't, and now you were fucking people in the man's house who had opened his door for you after you'd been hurt by loss and every once and awhile you'd feel guilty but then it go as quickly as it came.

You were a grown woman who had needs, what did he expect but what you didn't expect was your step father to come back early. "Hey! [Name] the funniest thing happened. I went to the store and forgot my card!" his deep voice came booming through the manor and you moaned pushing at whoever this was chests and he halted in place, had he been that far gone? "Get up! My dad's here!" you whispered, pushing him. He looks at you in horror, grabbing his clothes.

Everyone knew Draco Malfoy and how possessive he could be over his little girl but it was too late, Draco had already started to unlock your door with his key assuming you were sleep when you didn't answer but to his surprise you were very much not sleeping, you were naked while a boy was pulling his clothes on. His eyes went to yours that held a look of panic sending you a piercing glare before looking back at the boy.

"Get the fuck out of my house or I'll lock you in my personal jail downstairs till your pissing your pants and calling your mother" the boy ran faster than he was thrusting early and you sighed. "Daddy i- ow! What are you doing?" He didn't answer because you could clearly see what he was doing. He was pulling you by your hair to the floor. You try to walk towards him to ease the pain in your scalp as you stumble. "So I go out to make us dinner, and you whore around spreading your legs for some coward?" He asked.

It's then that he drops you on your knees causing pain to shoot through you as you look up seeing him unbuckling his pants. "It's not that big of a deal, your-" he's shut you up, literally, forcing his cock into your mouth and fucking your throat. "Now, you're gonna actually listen to me and stop mouthing off" he says breathlessly, thrusting into you till your face touches his base, making you gag as drool runs down your neck to your bare breasts. "Fuck!" He hissed as you contracted around him. The room fills with your moans as you push at his thighs.

He pulls back a string of saliva the only thing connecting you as he picks you up, tossing you back on your bed. "You can't do this i-" "what? you don't want to fuck your daddy, I'm not your type" he pouts. "Sure seems like you don't really care about that, do you?" He says yanking you towards the end of the bed causing you to gasp as he pushes your legs apart holding them back so they're in the air, planting a kiss on your clit making you sigh. "But you know what I can do that they can't" he says, his breath against your wet center adding a cooling feeling.

He waits till you sit up before he finishes. "I can actually make you cum." His mouth latches onto you, licking through your folds rapidly and your head falls back with a loud moan. He smirks against you, practically making out with your pussy till your coating in spit, then pulling back to rub fast circles against your clit with his fingers. Your hips buck in need of more, he takes the hint adding two fingers into your empty hole; his lips taking the place of his digits working on your bud.

"See they didn't stretch you out properly, poor thing haven't been fucked right" he says biting down and you cry trying to pull away. "Ah, ah, ah don't run from daddy" he teased, kissing the pain away, stroking his tongue across everything that fit in his mouth, lapping up the juices as they come from you. Your body shakes violently as you arch like a back. "That's it, come on, give it to me" he says as he grabs your thighs holding them again because they were on the verge of shutting. He continues to fuck his warm tongue into your dripping cunt till your finished, slapping your face gently.

"Your not going to sleep yet darling, still wanna fill this pretty little pussy of yours" he chuckles, flipping you over, manhandling you till your Face is pressed in the mattress and your ass is up. He lowers down licking your throbbing entrance a few times causing you to relax into the bed, moaning softly. He pulls back hitting your ass cheek once watching as it jiggles from the empact before he thrust into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he slams his hips into yours. You grip the sheets weakly, your eyes shutting as you whine under him.

"Daddy" you call and he slaps your ass, you yelp as you shake again. "So sensitive" he teases, pulling back slowly leaving you feeling empty and clenching on nothing before bringing himself fully inside you again. His hand snakes around, grabbing you and pulling you upwards so your back is to his chest as he cuts your air short. It only adds to your pleasure to think about how he's got complete control on whether you breathe or not but he drops you as quickly as he'd picked up, letting you fall, grabbing your hips to bring them back Against his as he hits your ass again.

"Move" he says and you try to muster the strength to move against him despite feeling like you're gonna collapse while your body spasms from the intense pleasure. "Come on you little slut, you had all that mouth till you got an actual man's cock in you" he says and you just whine. "Pathetic" he scoffs, taking control of your twitching body, thrusting into you while you roll your hips back against his as they come forward. "Daddy I need to cum!" You cry out desperately and he hums in thought.

"No" he says before quickening his pace and you sob probably being heard through the giant house. "But" "I said no! you'll cum when I want you to. Do as you are told and take it!" he says and you can barely hold yourself together. Draco basically has to hold you both together because you've gone almost limp. He thrust into you with long strokes, rubbing his veiny cock against your battered walls. He's grown sloppy and begins rocking into you faster while planting kisses to your back. His hand moves down, toying with your button. You lay there only letting out quiet cries now.

"You can let go now princess" he says as his own climax approaches. He's gone haywire biting your skin, groaning and muttering how good you feel. Your whole body tenses as you clench around him and he groans loudly. "Oh my god, Draco" you wail squirting all on him and your thighs. He follows suit filling you full of him, thrusting a few more times falling on top of you. His breath kisses your skin before he lays beside you. Your eyes shut from exhaustion only seeing his Blue ones.

Request open 👐

Draco's lovers and requests:

@alexxavicry , @sarahthehuffpuff,

@supercoffeeblogs , @thatwattpadobsessed

@amyclare04 , @kyracanwrite @animeloverfreak310 @imafangirl22

@phildunphyisadilf @jac1ndaa

[bitchyycapricorn]

🎃Ali’s Kinktober 23’ Masterlist🎃

Masterlist

Kinktober Info!

Character’s and kinks can repeat!

Art Dealer: @spooky-ghost0o0 (follow this spooky boi his art is so cute!)

AN: Unfortunately I am no longer active on this account and won’t be completing the prompts <\3 I am so sorry to anyone waiting, I appreciate all your support and love you all so very much <3

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Kinkshot 1: Peter Parker + Praise

Kinkshot 2: Sub!TASM Peter Parker + Overstimulation

Kinkshot 3: Harry Potter + Soft!Dom

Kinkshot 4: Theodore Nott + Ice Play

Kinkshot 5: Mattheo Riddle + degrading & Slapping

Kinkshot 6: Theodore Nott + Praise

Kinkshot 7: Tobey!Peter Parker + Bodyworship & Overstim

Kinkshot 8: Mattheo Riddle + Breath play

Kinkshot 9: Professor!Remus + NonCon & Age gap

Kinkshot 10: Sirius Black + Lingerie

Kinkshot 11: Narcissa Malfoy + Surprise Kink(s)

Kinkshot 12: Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle + Heavy Degradation & Dumbifcation & Dubcon

Kinkshot 13: Remus Lupin + Bondage & Praise

Kinkshot 14: Draco Malfoy + somnophilia & praise

Kinkshot 15: Mattheo Riddle + Bodyworship & Public Sex

Kinkshot 16: Theodore Nott + somnophilia

Kinkshot 17: Remus Lupin + Praise & Mirror

Kinkshot 18: Draco Malfoy + Dumbification & Degradation

Kinkshot 19: Theodore Nott + Mutual Masterbation

Kinkshot 20: James Potter + Innocence

Kinkshot 21: Tom Riddle + Choking

Kinkshot 22: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy + threesome

Kinkshot 23: Mattheo Riddle + dubcon & public sex

Kinkshot 24: Draco Malfoy + Sub/soft!dom & public sex

Kinkshot 25: Tom Riddle + breeding

[shanastoryteller]

I think one thing about siat I personally relate to is how Draco loves his parents despite their racism. All too often I hear people say cut the racists out of your life, but that's really hard when its your parents and your entire extended family who you love dearly. Do I call them out on their prejudices? Yes, of course, but cutting them out is not going to change their minds but maybe me sticking around to show them a different perspective will.

ah. well. i'm glad you liked it and you found things that resonated with you!

i am obviously saying absolutely nothing about your parents, because fictional situations do not at all map against real situations, and i know absolutely nothing about your family and your experiences. and "stay with you family and help change their minds" is actually the advice of several activists!

however

draco did cut his family out of his life

he and lucius get in a big screaming fight after the world cup about their family and draco becoming a death eater and lucius being one and he stops talking to his parents for a whole year. he refuses to go home for the holidays and would rather NOT being published in the charms review than break his silence with his parents to get their permission. he does send them christmas gifts, because he does still love them, but that's it

until he runs back to the manor to save lucius's life, because obviously he doesn't want his father to die, but that's not the thing that bridges the gap between them

it's lucius refusing to kill harry and nearly getting himself killed because of it

and lucius does have a little bit of conscious here, because harry's his son's age and all he's done the past year is think about his son, but that's not why he doesn't kill him. lucius malfoy is not a good person. in the second year he doesn't lose any sleep over all the muggleborn children he's almost killed but is devastated at the idea that he could have harmed his son. he doesn't kill harry because he wants draco to be proud of him, to love him, and he worries that if he does this thing then maybe he won't and the idea of losing his son's affection is worse to him than gaining voldemort's ire

narcissa is sort of go with the flow, in a way that makes her a bit of a psychopath. she'll play the game on either side, will kill whoever she needs to kill, and not care much either way. she cares about her family. she doesn't care about who dies at the end of her wand

draco tells lucius not to get caught again, even if it means doing terrible things, because now that voldemort's back they don't have much of a choice if they want to live - which is a very different situation than they were in after the world cup. and lucius knows that draco feels differently and supports him and does everything he can to protect him

and then, when it comes to a head, he betrays voldemort outright and fights voldemort wandless because draco is in danger

none of this makes him less of a bigot

lucius doesn't really change his mind about anything. he still doesn't care for muggles or monsters or freaks, but he's a slytherin to his core, and he certainly doesn't mind winning, regardless of who he's doing it with

draco does the equivalent of holding his breath to get his parents to change sides. and it works

narcissa and lucius are not good people. they are flighty and ambitious and fought on the wrong side of the war and switched only because their son gained a moral compass and their stance is family first. if draco can't be swayed, then they must be the ones to change

and it's fiction! so that means we love them. in real life we'd be dragging them to guillotine, but it's not real life, it's a fun little fanfic, so real life rules don't apply, and being good parents who love their son more than anything makes up for being sort of insane serial killers

[loserboyfriendrjl]

step mum lily and step son harry headcanons <3

he was always picky about the women his father dated, but he and lily instantly clicked (possibly because of their smaller age gap)

since lily was considerably younger than the other women james dated before, she didn’t treat harry like a child or like he was younger than he actually was, because she knew he wasn’t

send each other tiktoks

sings songs together on car rides. they have a few songs that they both know (and that james just so happens not to) and their car ride turns into karaoke

he also moans and bitches every time he sees j and l being affectionate with each other (“i don’t need to see that, thanks” “one day, harry, you’ll be doing the same things with a girl, or a boy, who knows, that i do with lily” “no :)”)

make up nicknames for each other

they’re both incredibly gossipy. lily knows every single piece of drama that happens in harry’s life, including every single, very detailed, draco malfoy situation (lily thoroughly dislikes him)

harry asks her for girl advice because who else is he supposed to? his dad? who pines over the same woman for months every single time?

harry also asks her for fashion advice

she’s the coolest (step) mum when she comes to pick him up from high school. his friends love her

[inkyarcturus]

For my contribution for pride month I’d like to share my personal head canons for Harry Potter characters!!!

Harry Potter: I’m gonna be honest I project on this man far too unhealthily to NOT be biased (I’ve been going by the name Harry in IRLfor 3 and a half years now I think? Bc of this man /srs) but that man’s bi with a capital B 💕💜💙 personally I enjoy seeing trans man Harry as well but unfortunately I don’t see as many fanfics of him as such :,) shoutout to all the fanfic creators I see making Harry a trans woman tho!!! I’d also love to see a genderfluid/nonbinary Harry or two!!!

Hermione Granger: trans woman!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ *crowd cheers* as for sexuality wise? I’ve seen her depicted as straight, bisexual and lesbian- and honestly I think I can see her fitting all of these!!!

Ronald Weasley: I always struggle to pinpoint what I headcanon Ron to be. I have seen a couple of people headcannoning him as a trans man 🏳️‍⚧️- referencing Molly continuing to have children until she had a girl creates perfect levels of angst for this- but I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent aspect of him inside my head. Now that I think about him a little more- I think I might headcanon him as unlabeled more than anything sexuality wise. I think he’s into women but he wouldn’t be opposed or too surprised if he developed a crush on a guy.

Luna Lovegood: She’s a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈💕 (I will occasionally accept fanfics where she is pan and is with Neville but her being a lesbian is the main headcanon) also a little gender queer in whichever way you choose 🏳️‍⚧️ sometimes I see her as genderfluid, bigender and just generally nonbinary

Ginny Weasley: bi- so so bi 💕💜💙

Draco Malfoy: Gayest motherfucker in town I’m sorry- Mr. Tells his father literally everything about Harry 💚🤍💙

Remus Lupin: bi 💕💜💙 there’s no question about that in my mind, I think he has a small preference for men but that’s it!!!

Sirius Black: He switches between using the labels queer and gay but you know that man kisses other men!!! 💚🤍💙 I know a lot of people tend to headcanon him as genderfluid which I enjoy seeing but it’s never been a main stay headcanon for me :,)

Tonks: (She/they) Lesbian and Intersex 🏳️‍🌈💕💛🟣. I’m sorry but the age gap between Remus and her in the original books make me uncomfortable- as for being intersex, I think most ppl believe being a metamorphmagus means she is automatically genderfluid, while I like seeing genderfluid representation, I think ppl often fail to acknowledge the difference between sex and gender. As a metamorphmagus, she transforms her body, her gender doesn’t seem to change w it in the books. While I like the headcanons of them being genderfluid I wish more people explored that specific idea.

Severus Snape: queer? Queer. In every sense of the word. I think most people view him as bi 💕🟣💙 which I agree with (Lily and Mulciber, also absolutely headcanon him having a crush on both Lucius AND Narcissa) but also I think he’s a little bit gender funky- I mean just look at him- no one who stands like that isn’t just cis /ref. Sev absolutely painted his nails and did eyeliner, he absolutely wore a floor length black skirt and absolutely had days where mister hit wrong in all the right places and everyone in her group helped by doing tiny things like braiding her hair and putting bat clips in it for fun 🏳️‍⚧️

Anyways speed run round 🏃

💕🟣💙: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang (has the fandom chosen a new name for her yet?) Bill Weasley

🧡💛🤍🩵💙: Charlie Weasley, Neville? (Didn’t think of this until just now but it’s growing on me?-)

🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙: Dean thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Dumbledore (I may not like him that much but he is gay)

🏳️‍🌈💕: Minerva Mcgonagall, Poppy Pomfrey

If I missed anyone I’m sorry :,)

Anyways!!! Join if you’d like with your own headcanons!!!

@pottistic @marriso1 (If you guys don’t wanna join w ur own headcanons that’s okay! I thought this would just be fun :P)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Mommy in the Office~ Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black xFem Reader

I feel like there’s a lack of Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black works out there, so I’m adding to it lol. Also, I imagine this happening around or before Draco’s fifth year, but do what you want with the timeline lol.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, fingering, mommy kink, implied age gap (all legal), implied praise kink, Narcissa being addicting

About 750 words

Enjoy (;

You swore you only worked at the Ministry because you had to make ends meet, otherwise you would have quit a long time ago.

You were Umbridge’s assistant for gods sake. And you hated her. It was mutual as she loathed you as well.

But you needed the pay, so you stayed. You stayed through all the taunts, jeers, yelling, and degrading. All of the ugliness simply for a paycheck.

Terrible innit? 

One day in particular Umbridge was being extra nasty (at least more than her usual nastiness).

She had everything to say about anything you did, and it was boiling your blood that every time you just had to answer “Yes Ma’am” or “Right away Ma’am”.

She was literally a walking turn off. 

She had been slandering you for the skirt you were wearing in this particular instance specifically its length (which she wasn’t completely wrong about, but at this point you wanted to kinda piss her off), when a woman walked through the doors into the room.

She walked with her hips swinging with confident and determinations as she approached your tiny (unfortunately ugly pink) desk. 

“What can I do for you, Mrs. Malfoy?” you asked, praying to god you would finally receive a break from all Umbridge’s bullshit. 

“Shall we go in my office?” Umbridge quickly butted in and glaring at you as she directed Mrs. Malfoy into her office. 

After what must have been whispering, as you caught absolutely nothing of what the women were talking about, Umbridge came out of the room and dropped a massive pile of papers on your desk. 

“I will be out for the night, I expect those reports on my desk at 8am sharp” she squeaked, and then she just left.

You just sat there in shock, thinking how the hell you were gonna get all of those papers done that quickly. It was impossible was your conclusion.

Mrs. Malfoy who had apparently been at the office door the entire time just chuckled lightly to herself a bit.

God she looked good when she laughed...

Even if it was at you.

She had apparently caught you staring, because her face shifted back to her normal state. “You know, she’s right Darling, your skirt is pretty short” Mrs. Malfoy purred playfully.

What the hell was happening…What was she doing?

That stumped you.

All you could was blush and meekly say, “I’m sorry Mrs. Malfoy.”

She chuckled again, and came closer to your desk “Call me Narcissa.” then even closer to where she was leaning across your tiny desk at whisper shot from your ear “And if you’d get on this desk and spread your legs for me darling, I’d let you call me Mommy” she purred.

Now you were blushing even harder and a wet spot was starting to grow in your underwear.

No... Don’t do it.

You thought, but the look on Narcissa’s face when you looked at her; fiery eyes of lust and lushes lips being lightly licked by her darting, devious tongue...

You caved and practically jumped onto the desk. Narcissa smirked and grabbed your waist, pulling you to the edge of the desk, and knocking all the papers Umbridge had given you onto the floor. 

“I could fuck you right here in this skirt, that’s how short it is” she taunted as her cold yet luscious fingers crawled up your thigh and grabbing your knickers.

As she yanked them off, you moaned in anticipation. She quickly inserted her fingers inside your pussy, and you moaned even louder, while grinding down on her hand wanting more friction. 

“Your so wet for me, such a good girl for Mommy.” she purred as she began to fuck you with her fingers. 

“Yes Mommy, all for you” you whimpered and moaned from all the pleasure she was giving you.

In a matter of minutes, Narcissa had gotten you to the edge of your climax and you were begging her to let you cum, and she was relishing in it. 

“Please fuck... please let me cum, Mommy...please!” you mewled.

She chuckled darkly and moaned “Fuck Darling, cum on Mommy’s fingers”. 

And then you came.

And fuck, was it the best you’d ever had.

And then, Narcissa pulled her fingers out of you, licked them in front of you and simply left. With her hips swinging with delight, leaving you legs open on your desk post-fucking, trying to catch your breath. 

[bvbygrl-writes]

Summer Lovin': Chapter 1

Pairing: Dilf!Draco Malfoy x Blaise's Daughter!Reader

Series Summary: After years of being unhappy and doing what everyone else thinks is best, Draco decides to finally learn what he wants in life. Little did he know what he wants would walk in wearing a cute little dress.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Age gap (Draco is in his 30s reader is 18), unhappy marriage, reader is black, a bit of drinking

A/N: I haven't written a series in a while so brace yourself. If this chapter does well then I'll continue with it but if not I'll probably just drop this in the vault.

THIS FIC WILL BE 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Draco could say with certainty that his marriage with Astoria was loveless from the beginning. From the outside, it looked like the perfect marriage, the perfect life. He was wealthy, his wife was beautiful, and they had a son who had grown into a lovely young man. But, if he had a choice in the way his life had gone, it wouldn’t have been like that. From the time he was a young boy till the time he was an adult, he had practically every decision made for him. He had hoped after Hogwarts, after he distanced himself from his father a bit more, he would have the rest of his life to figure out what he wanted to do. His likes, his passions, his interest for something outside of pureblood society or whatever agenda his father had pushed on him.

But over time, he had grown a distaste for the way his life was. While Scorpius was still growing up, he and Astoria had a common goal and interest: making sure their son grew up to be a well rounded individual. While their marriage and practically their whole lives were orchestrated, they made sure to give their son something they never had, his own choices and options. However, as he got older and started to attend Hogwarts, their attention had to be focused on one another and what they came to find out is that they couldn’t be any more different.

Constant fights, arguments about little petty things were the only things they could throw at each other (besides the dishware). If it wasn’t one thing, it was another and if Draco was honest, he couldn’t stand Astoria. Her laugh, the rude way she’d speak to the house staff, and constantly bringing up the stupidest of things that happened when they were still in school however many years ago. It was though she was still a rotten and nasty little girl instead of being in her mid 30s as they were. He found himself drinking quite a bit just to tune out the sound of her droning on and on about something he couldn’t give a singular fuck about.

“Did you hear me, Dray? This is important! The elves didn’t add enough salt into the soup so-”

“Add your own fucking salt then, Astoria! Are you so incompetent that you can’t even add your own salt into the meal? The soup tasted bloody fine to me.” he groaned, standing from the table. It was a long, dark oak table that seemed to go on for eternity. They both sat on separate ends and even then, it still didn’t feel like he was far enough. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he began to pace back and forth, sighing as he tried to calm down. A deafening silence fell over the room. He kept praying to a force that something, anything would end this moment.

And like clock work, in came his owl with the daily post. He stroked under its chin affectionately before grabbing the mail. With most of them, he read who the sender was and just tossed it onto the table. But one caught his eye. It was sealed with a dark blue wax with the initials B.Z pressed into it. A barely noticeable smile made its way into his face as he walked a few feet away from the table, ripping open the letter. The smile grew more and more as he read the contents.

Dear Draco,

How’ve you been, mate? I’ve been quite busy and I apologize for me and my small family for not being able to attend your residence during the Christmas season like you requested. However, my wife will be out for the summer visiting her family so I thought it’d be nice if you came to visit the manor and we can catch up like old times. Plus, from the sounds of it in your last letter, you’re very much overdue for a vacation of your own. 

Your friend, Blaise Zabini

“Rue!” Draco called out. The elf in questioning came scurrying around the corner, bowing before the man. “I’ll need you to pack up a few suitcases, I need about 3 months worth of clothing. Please and thank you.” the elf nodded, running off quickly with a few ‘right away sir’s and ‘a pleasure sir’s as he disappeared up the stairs.

“Three months?! Where do you think you’re going?” Astoria shrilled, standing up to cling to his arm. She had an overly dramatic pout on her face, lips quivering as fake tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.

“Away from you!” he yelled before sighing. None of this was her fault. She was forced into this connection as much as he was. He gently removed her hands from his body before turning to face her. “Astoria, let’s be honest with ourselves….neither of us are happy. We’ve been at each other's throats for years and if it wasn’t for Scorpius, the two of us would have separated years ago. I’m going away for the summer to spend some time with Blaise to have fun for once and I hope in this time you have some fun too.” his voice was full of sincerity and deep down, she knew he was right. So without another word she offered him a tight lip but understanding smile, walking off towards one of the many living rooms in the house.

“Your bags are packed, Master Malfoy.”

Draco sighed in relief as he stood on the porch of his dear friend’s manor. It was made of light stone and marble, a nice change from the darker style of his own home. He reached forward to use the door knocker but was shocked as the door popped open revealing a familiar face.

“Malfoy. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come or not but I had a room prepared for you anyways. Lyra, fetch a bottle of the good scotch, will you?” he yelled, turning around and beginning to walk further into the house. Draco followed behind him, admiring the carvings on the border of the ceiling. After a few minutes of walking, they reached a living room. It had many windows causing the room to be well lit with natural lighting. But what caught his eye was the set of double doors. Outside appeared to be a garden with lots of greenery and an outdoor dining area.

“I’m impressed, Zabini. I didn’t know you had taste at all.” he chuckled, sitting down on the soft white couch. Blaise scoffed at his words, chuckling as he poured their scotch into two crystal glasses.

“As much as I’d love to take credit for this, a lot of this was the doings of Pansy and (Y/n). She was just starting Hogwarts when we moved here and we wanted her to feel at peace when she was away from the stress of school. It’s crazy to think she’s all done with it now.” Draco hummed at his words, sipping on the scotch. It was nice and smooth. He made a note to ask him about it at a later time. “Oh! Speaking of (Y/n), it seems her summer plans fell through and she’ll be here for the next few months. I hope that’s alright. Although, with the size of the house I doubt we’ll see her much but for meals.”

“That’s quite alright. I haven’t seen my ‘niece’ in quite some time. I believe she was six or so, still asking for us to check for the monsters under her bed." They both laughed at that. (Y/n) was a sweet and bright young girl. When the two families lived closer together, Scorpius and her would often have playdates together. (Y/n) would always call him Uncle Dray, begging to spend the night just so she could spend a bit longer with her favorite ‘uncle’.

“I’ll call her down so we can all catch up. (Y/n), princess, we have a guest!” Blaise called, his voice echoing off the walls. The room went silent for a bit before a faint ‘Coming, Dad!’ could be heard along with a set of footsteps clambering above them. The sound trailed from one end of the ceiling to the other before bouncing steps could be heard from the stairs.

Draco chuckled, sipping on his scotch which he soon began to regret as he choked on it a bit. His gray eyes practically bulged from his head at the girl, no, woman who was standing before them. Was this really the same girl, his little (Y/n/n)? This couldn’t be the same little girl he helped raise, the same one who always needed a flashlight in order to sleep, the one that’d fall asleep in his lap when he was finished braiding her curly hair. His eyes raked over her appearance. She took after her father in terms of complexion, rich brown skin but he had no idea who she had gotten that body from. It most certainly wasn’t Pansy’s. And her eyes? They were the most lovely shade of (e/c) he had ever seen. She had a set of fresh braids that complimented her face well and along with the bright yellow dress she was wearing…she looked nothing short of a doll. He felt his chest grow tight and his nose burned from the alcohol that had managed to make its way back up a bit. The summer had barely begun but he knew it was going to be the best one he’d had in a while.

[emily-the-fae]

To continue the aesthetic boards and HCs series:

Narcissa Malfoy

represented by Helen McCrory

Random HCs for Narcissa:

· Youngest of the three Black sisters (two years age gap with Andromeda and four with Bellatrix) and Druella's favourite

· classical youngest child, a little spoilt, a lot of a teacher's pet, but also strongly influenced by her family's opinions of what she is supposed to be

· practically a little copy of her mother

· the only one of Druella's daughters that did an exchange year in Beauxbatons and reconnected with the part of Rosier family still living in France

· speaks impeccable French, plays piano, but practically never sings - probably solely because Druella herself didn't like singing

· loves dancing, wanted to be a ballerina when she was very little

· reads classics both wizarding and muggle, had started collecting a secret library in her childhood room

· can't fly on a broom for the life of her, somehow magically escaped those classes in first year

· enjoyed Potions at Hogwarts and quite excelled actually, but never pursued a carrier in connection to that - searching for a job is not what her mother deemed ladylike

· met Lucius in fifth year at Hogwarts. very hard to tell if it was love at first sight or Narcissa gaslighting herself into liking someone her family would approve of

· any way it was, she is the only one of Druella's daughters to be happy on her wedding with someone her parents suggested

· Narcissa was surprised when Andromeda eloped, but even more surprised with the family's harsh reaction. Despite sharing family beliefs and her closeness to her parents, Narcissa didn't want to cut Andromeda out

· visited Andromeda and Ted's house in secret a few times and got introduced to little Nymphadora, keeps writing letters to Andromeda every once in a while

· Bellatrix had tried to convince her to join Death Eaters several times, but Narcissa never wore the Dark mark: at first uninterested and then repulsed by the politics

· before marriage wanted to have several children, but after taking care of baby Draco she realized she is quite happy and busy with just one

· generally admires art, deep down would love to move to Paris with her family, but Lucius' job would not allow

Other posts from this series: Bellatrix Lestrange - Andromeda Tonks - Rabastan Lestrange - Rodolphus Lestrange