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𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎r

[maisy1111]

me staring at the search bar trying to decide which fictional man I’ll read about tonight:

[thewritersprope]

FORCEFUL | T.R

Summary: Tom Riddle, the most feared wizard in the entirety of the school of Hogwarts finds himself in a rather tricky situation when a particularly cunning sixth year forces herself under his skin

Warnings: this is so fucking toxic so please read cautiously. Mentions of murder, forced relationship, stalking, strangling and angst

A/N: I have been absolutely obsessed with the idea of a sick and twisted reader who’s far worse than Tom Riddle and kinda puts him to shame. I keep seeing fics about a toxic Tom but no reader to match. Here ya go !!

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Tom Riddle.

The most ruthless wizard Hogwarts had ever had the displeasure of hosting.

Don’t get me wrong, the professors loved him and every other breath they spoke was praise for the oh so magnificent Tom Riddle but he was truthfully a pain in the ass. Girls fawned over him, throwing themselves at his mercy and bending over backwards just to please the wizard. Riddle didn’t succumb to this trickery, he was calculated and precise in everything he did and that included ignoring the many incompetent and inconvenient beings that threw themselves his way. He had no time for involving himself in anything other than his great plan to take down the very school he heavily succeeded in. Nothing could stray his attention..aside from you of course.

Tom had noticed you watching him, your eyes scolding his skin across the potions classroom, in the dining hall when you were amongst your peers and every time he turned the corner to reach the stair case to the prefect bathroom. You watched every move he made no matter the importance. You had even resulted to watching him partake in mundane tasks like retuning a book to the library or taking another one out. Tom at first put this down to a simple love struck puppy of a sixth year pining after him as every other did but the more you observed him and the more your appearance was no longer a coincidence and more of a reoccurrence it became harder to brush off. Tom was used to the attention, it didn’t bother him but this was something different. It was as if you were striving to achieve something and you wouldn’t falter until you did it. Much like Tom.

Once he had overcome the discomfort your pestering presence brought him, he soon settled with a feeling in his chest of intrigue. He didn’t know who you were, your name was not known around the castle as his was and no one else seemed to know your story either. This only drew him in. What was your story? And what was your infatuation with him. This question didn’t hang in the air for long as one night on Tom’s usual trip to the library on prefect patrol, you lingered at the entrance. Your posture was impeccable, stood tall and proud and eyes fixated on him as if you heard him coming before you saw him.

“Hello Riddle” your voice was cold, sheered of any emotion. Tom was unfamiliar with this, anyone who dared interact with him was dripping with admiration and infatuation yet you seemed unbothered by him and if he hadn’t seen you practically stalking him around the castle, he’d have assumed that was true. Tom didn’t like the fact you were unfamiliar and foreign to him. He couldn’t pin point your intention nor could he make out your tone. He could only react accordingly based on your current interaction with him. He hated how vulnerable that made him, how off guard he was in this moment.

“You should be in your dormitory, I’d have every right to report this to the headmaster, have you punished by morning” Tom stepped closer as he spoke, his features much clearer up close. You saw the small scar above his eye brow and traced it with your eyes. You saw the slight curl of his lips, a snarl of a smirk you couldn’t quite tell and the almost unnoticeable speckles of indents on his cheeks from his run in with teenage hormones.

“Except you won’t do that or you’d be striding towards the headmasters room right now. I only want to talk Tom, you should be grateful as I’ve noticed you don’t keep much company.”

He didn’t like this. How dare you challenge him on the company he keeps as if you aren’t some silly little subject to him. You have no right as a being beneath him to question his integrity. His jaw clicked, tensing under the pressure of his well kept rage. Behind the tight lipped smile he was giving you and his polite mannerisms there was something simmering. Something striking. Only you didn’t notice this, or if you did you didn’t let on. You stayed as confident as ever, as composed as could be.

“I’d like to politely remind you it’s hardly any of your business what company I keep. I’ll have you know behind closed doors I keep plenty” he shrugged his shoulders, a light shrug, not very noticeable unless you’d watched his every move for the last 6 months. Fortunately for you, this was exactly what you’d done. You noticed the shrug, the small dismissive action as if to casually communicate that he did in fact have company but only in a way that pleased and benefit him. A subtle hint that he had chosen people to spend his special time with, and you weren’t one of them. If Tom knew anything, he knew this would strike a cord, ring in your ears for days to come that the man you had been so carefully keeping an eye on not only managed to sneak dirty actions past you but also noticed you watching and yet never entertained what you knew he was aware you were after. You wanted Tom.

Upon hearing this, your shoulders somewhat tensed. Tom smirked at the action, it was a triumphant smirk knowing his calculated decision was the right one to make as he had now in fact struck a cord. Before he could revel in it any longer you relaxed again, a polite and lazy smile on your lips as you spoke.

“Be careful Tom, you almost revealed too much”

And with that you turned away on your poised heels and sauntered off down the corridor out of sight. Tom watched you go, perplexed at what had just unfolded. He had never experienced being challenged before. Everybody just assumed Tom’s way was the right way and the only way. They never involved themselves in his private life or scrutinized it either. They simply fawned from a distance and if they got too close they were sure to know about it. You standing before him, challenging the company he keeps, belittling him with your tone and approach, this wasn’t something Tom took lightly.

He was absolutely going to make you pay.

In the following weeks you avoided Tom, you didn’t speak to him. There wasn’t another freak incident like the past night. You still watched him, that didn’t waver only it wasn’t so vague now. You seemed to be honing in on something particular only he couldn’t figure out what. Tom stayed clear in a calculated tactic of avoiding your presence all together in hopes he could go about his business casually before staging his revenge. He attended all of his classes, answered the professors questions confidently and unwavering and kept his confident front. He didn’t let the bubbling rage he felt towards you show.

He had done a good job at all of this until a particular potions class. Professor Slughorn was absent. He had been flaking during lessons which was unlike him and sometime he would randomly make an exit with haste and disappear for the rest of the evening. Nobody knew why and if you focused your skills onto someone other than Tom Riddle you’d maybe know why. You’re glad you didn’t invest your time into your curiosity about Slughorn though as you now watch from across the classroom as the new classroom assistant being no other than Tom was dangerously close to a little ravenclaw. He was leaned over her, lips brushing her ear as he directed which way she should be stirring her potion. Your blood boiled far hotter than the potion in front of you as you watched them both. He grabbed her hand, stirring the potion for her to get the rhythm going before letting go and stepping back.

In all truth, Tom had no intention of being so close to a dirty little Ravenclaw but the workbench was much too close to the one behind forcing Tom to be practically pressed up against her. Every second of his hand on hers, his lips by her ear and his breath fanning her face was another year off his life. This was fucking torture. The impending doom only worsened when he lifted his head ever so slightly to see you shooting daggers at the blue robed girl. Not an ounce of your attention on him.

Before he could act on it, stride over and grab your wrists firmly and spit at you about how fucking petty and obsessed you were, the look on your face settled into something more pleasant. You look relaxed, as if you had just found a solution to every world problem or had a really good fucking orgasm. Your face was suddenly neutral and although Tom wanted to breathe a breath of relief he was slightly worried.

He had every right to be worried.

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Tom’s slender fingers brushed over his shirt buttons, sleeves rolled up to reveal his veiny forearms and neck rolling backwards to relieve the pressure building there. After a long day of picking up everyone else’s slack, he found himself getting undressed in the prefect bathroom ready to soak up the perks of being one. He was stood off to the side in a smaller cubicle made for undressing whereas the large crystal cocooned tub lay in the centre of the much larger room. His shirt slipped off of his broad shoulders, belt clinking as his pants soon followed suit and fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them, socks and shoes coming off before leaving his tie placed neatly on the mantle and stepping onto the cold stone floor in nothing but his boxers. He began to walk around the tub but stopped as he caught a glimpse of something behind it.

There it was. A lifeless body Tom recognized as the ravenclaw, Myrtle, who he had helped earlier in potions. Her rounded glasses, lenses shattered, lay discarded on the ground as her fingers twitched in protest at the inevitable fait she would soon face when her limbs became stiff and her body seized up. Tom watched her body, eyes tracing every inch, every wound projected onto her paling skin.

“Oh dear Riddle, I suppose that wasn’t what you intended to happen?” Your hands were clasped delicately behind your back when Tom turned round to face you, rolling on your heels as you watched the scene unfolding. You were relaxed, too relaxed for someone who’s supposedly just walked in on this scene.

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THIS WAS JUST A TASTER AHHHHH

let me know if you want the rest, I’m not too sure about my writing atm so any advice or interaction if appreciated !!

[thewritersprope]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES | T.N

MODERN AU

Warnings: strong language (swearing), breakup trauma, throwing up and alcohol misuse

Summary: When a call from your past lover, Theodore Notts’ friends comes through to your phone, you discover he isn’t in the best of shape and you might be just the thing to fix it

A/N: AYYYY IM FUCKING BACK !! Took four years off and I’m finally back. My writing is absolutely rusty but I can’t shake this idea and feel the need to post it so here we are. I missed you all sm and I’m hoping my break didn’t make you forget about me lol.

IF THIS DOES WELL I’M DOING A SECOND PART

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The wind was whipping against your windows, the shrieking of the pressure against the delicate glass kept you awake. It was well into the early hours and despite a long day at your newly acquired job, you couldn’t find rest. A book lay in your lap, a cheap light hanging from the pages of it as to help you see better but it only strained your eyes and made the possibility of dosing off even more difficult. Your room was dimly lit, simple and showed signs of rare usage. You’d only just moved in before a new job was sprung onto you and suddenly you didn’t have time to roam around your house doing mundane tasks such as decorating your room so everything was bare, boring and shapeless.

A quiet room soon turned the opposite when a call came through to your phone. The number was unrecognizable yet a deep feeling clawing at your heart suggested deep down the person on the other end really wasn’t such a stranger. Your finger drifted over the large red button ‘decline’ but before you could press it and end this soon to be nightmare, your mind tore in half. You could answer it, find out what they wanted and have this be done with. Discard them after the call just like they did to you after the war or you could decline and carry on with your peaceful life peaceful and lonely life.

Everything had been lonely since the war. Your once strong friend group of Slytherins was split down the middle. Pansy went off to find something in herself, do something she’d never think of doing when she was in her mothers control, Blaise disappeared and no one had heard from him or seen a trace of him, Draco Malfoy was a regular drinker who was spotted most commonly in the water witch pub with the rest of the lot: Lorenzo Berkshire, Adrien Pucey, Mathew Rikes and Theodore Nott. There wasn’t much of a story to tell about the others, they were the same as they were back in Hogwarts, a big drooling lap dog for their highness Draco Malfoy but Theodore Nott was the exception. His story was something quite different, soft and sweet. He moved in with you after the war, you spent 2 beautiful years building a home and a life revolving around each other. Everything seemed to be falling into place and your pasts were just that, the past. This was all until Theodore had his breakdown. For you it seemed to spring out of nowhere, one minute he was fine, he was laughing with you and dancing in the kitchen in the dim lit fridge lighting talking for hours upon hours about what lay ahead for your both now you were free from the clasp of Voldemort and then suddenly Theodore stopped talking. He stopped acknowledging you and began pretending as if you didn’t live under the same roof as him. Meal times were spent alone and the fridge light was only used for seeing what resided in there. There was no more dancing and no more light.

Everyday became the same until it didn’t. Theodore left with his bags in hand and you hadn’t heard from him since. You’d seen him of course, roaming the streets with the lads not far behind him but he didn’t spare you a look and nor did you him. You felt there was no need for your eyes to linger on the version of a man who had potential to be so much more. He was an eye sore.

You answered the call but the voice on the other end was not Theodore’s.

“Hey y/n…I’m so sorry it’s late” you could hear the bustling of a crowd in the back followed by the faint squeal of a door. It sounded like an echoey bathroom

“Who is this?” You asked, lip between your teeth and gnawing at the skin

“It’s Draco..sorry, Draco Malfoy. I’ve got Theo here and he’s in a bit of a bad shape. He’s been drinking and spitting nonsense all night but now he’s completely out of it”. Draco placed the phone down and began patting on what you assumed was Theodore’s back as the sound of gagging and splashing water soon came through. He was vomiting.

“I can’t help you Draco. I haven’t spoken to Theodore in years and I don’t intend to change that now” your voice was firm yet wavered slightly towards the end. Truth be told you absolutely would change that right this second but you knew it wasn’t ideal. Theodore wasn’t ideal.

“Y/n I wouldn’t be calling unless it was serious. He’s absolutely fucked. I’m not asking you to take him in but can you at least come and pick him up? He was the driver tonight so we can’t drive him anywhere and it isn’t best for him to stay at this shabby bar.”

You thought for a moment. Never had Draco Malfoy ever begged you for anything. He never pleaded and he also never cared for anyone but himself. Even while you were in the depths of your friendship with him, he was still selfish but hearing him now and the desperation laced in his voice you knew he needed you.

“Send me a text of your location and I’ll be there in 10. Don’t expect anything more” and with that you hung up the phone, slipped on your house shoes and a nearby coat before awaiting the message from Draco

Your phone pinged and before you could look at the message you were flying down the stairs, car keys in hand and stumbling out of the front door onto the darkened street.

On your way to the bar you thought about what you’d say to Theodore, how you’d greet him after years apart and years of distant, broken memories but then it occurred to you that this wasn’t your Theodore anymore. There were no more sweet conversations, this new Theodore was black out drunk and incoherent. He couldn’t process a single thing you said and probably didn’t even remember his own name. There was no need to dread what you would say or how you’d react because he wouldn’t even remember by morning and things would go back to how they were. Absolute nothingness. You had a few measly hours in his presence and you were not about the spend them worrying about what you should say to a nobody like Theodore.

When you drew nearer to the venue you caught a glimpse of a bright blonde head, kneeled down next to a struggling brunette who was throwing up the last few meals he’s had onto the pavement. That was unmistakably Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. At the sight of your car, Draco clambered onto his feet, straightening out his posture as he did so before dragging Theodore up with him. The brunette was very visibly wasted and at a glimpse of his face you could tell he was a lot more than just drunk. His eyes were sunken into his skull and his lips were cracked and crimson with freshly lost blood. He was thrown into the back of the car by Malfoy who took the seat beside him in the back and Pucey took the liberty of sitting in the passenger seat.

This was certainly going to be something.

The car ride to your home was eerily silent. There was not a peep from anybody besides an occasional throat gurgle from Theodore. You looked in the rear view mirror catching eyes with him. There was a flash of something in them, something that could be mistaken as guilt, loss and yearning but that surely couldn’t be it. Theodore was incapable of those feelings and far too drunk to feel them.

“How have you been y/l/n?” Adrien Pucey turned to you, eyes solemn and somewhat understanding of the situation you had been cast in and his poor attempt at breaking the stone cold ice was endearing. It made you smile slightly.

“I have been okay. I bought a house and bagged my dream job. Things have been hectic but okay. Thanks for asking..” you didn’t want to reveal too much for many reasons. Not only did you hardly know these people anymore but you also didn’t want Theodore knowing any inkling of what your life was like without him, good or bad. He dint deserve to hear about your winnings or your losses.

“We weren’t even sure if you’d pick up. We found your number in Theo’s phone but he dropped it in the sick filled bog before we had a chance to call so Draco’s phone had to do. Theo was certain you’d answer”. Adrien’s smile after mentioning Theodores certainty told you everything. He was chipping in a penny on his behalf since he was too out of his mind to do so. It was somewhat comforting that Theodore knew you would answer him but that comfort soon turned to anger at the thought of him being so assertive about you answering, so sure that you were still so hung up on him and what you were that you’d be a port of call for him even after all of these years.

The rest of the car ride was made up of small talk between you and Adrien as you discussed little nothings to fill the blank space. Draco stayed silent, only humming somewhat to things you said every so often to show he was listening. Before long you were pulling into your drive. Draco was the first to get out, grabbing Theodore from the other side of the car and hauling his arm over Draco’s shoulder. Adrien soon followed suit, together holding the weight of a very large Theodore. You must admit he looked good tonight. Despite his shitty personality he was absolutely stunning. During your relationship at Hogwarts you were aware of just how many girls and even boys wanted Theodore. One of his biceps was the size of your waist, toned and muscly. His hair was the perfect brunette with delicate curls falling into place around his facial features. His lips were plump and pink and you knew them oh too well. He really was a gorgeous man, it’s just such a shame he’s a dick you thought.

You soon got out of the car, and unlocked the door allowing the boys into your home. Pucey immediately began completing it under a strained tone as Theodore was becoming heavy on his shoulders.

“Place him on the sofa please. It’s comfortable enough for him.”

They followed your orders and threw Theodore onto the sofa. He had passed out at some point during the car journey and was now laying limp on your new couch. He looked like he belonged there and if you moved his legs just slightly, you’d have belonged there too. Fitting between his legs perfectly.

You threw a blanket over Theodore carelessly before turning to head into the kitchen. The boys followed you, taking off their coats and kicking off their shoes as they did so and placed them in the hallway.

“Wow y/l/n..you’ve done well for yourself. This dream job of yours really is something”. Draco chuckled, looking around your rather plain kitchen though his voice was sincere. The cupboards were a dark chestnut color with a wooden finish, contrasting perfectly with the golden brass handles and marble counters. The sink you leaned on was a dark toned limestone and rough to the touch. There was subtle details in the kitchen such as the patterned black and white flooring tiles that made the plainness a little more.

You chuckled in reply and waved off the compliment. You spent the rest of the best part of the night talking to the boys in your kitchen. Looking back on simpler times at Hogwarts and apologizing for the not so simple times. You spoke of each others lives to some degree and how each of them were doing now. Draco was an auror and spent his time cooling down after stressful meetings in the pub as you had seen and Adrien says he was looking into taking up quidditch again after taking a break to work for the ministry. Each of the boys had found some success made for them and it was nice to see. They had their struggles as well as their earnings and it made you feel less disconnected. There were still passages inside these people that you knew well, they weren’t completely estranged to you.

Draco and Adrien soon bid their goodbyes after you all came to the decision that Theodore staying at yours for the night on the sofa was probably best. He had woken up multiple times during the hours you were talking in the kitchen to throw up again and was in no fit state to make any real move to go anywhere. You closed the door behind Draco as he was the last to leave and found yourself turning towards to living room. Upon walking in you could see Theodore sat upright, head in his hands as his leg bounced. It was a nervous habit he’d had since the first year when he stink bombed snapes storage cupboard and left his tie with his name in behind in a rush, knowing the inevitable of getting caught. Now he knew the inevitable of what was to happen. You’d have to have a difficult conversation with him and you both knew it couldn’t possibly end well. Too much had happened between you both for there to be any peaceful ending in this story.

“You’re feeling better I see”

He turned around at your voice, poised and ready to leap before his shoulders drooped and his plump pinky lips curved into a half smile half frown.

“ ‘m feeling much better after that sleep. Your sofa is surprisingly comfy. The one I usually sleep on isn’t that good” at the revelation, your heart drops. Is he sofa surfing?

“The one you usually sleep on?” You queried

“Yeah…” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as if he wasn’t supposed to make this revelation to you of all people.

“Anyway, thanks for letting me crash for a bit and get myself straight. I’m feeling well enough to be on my way. I’m gonna try catch up with the lads, crash with them”

He stood to his feet, this time straighter than he had been all night and you saw just how tall he was. His head brushed the chandelier you had hanging from the ceiling. He was much taller than you, he always had been but the vulnerability you posed right now made you feel much smaller.

Theodore grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa you’d assumed he put there during one of the times he awoke and strode towards the door. He was in a hurry to leave and although you couldn’t blame him it hurt a little to watch him scurry away so fast despite him being the one who hurt you. It was only some years ago that he was scurrying towards this same door just as he was now.

Before he could reach for the handle you spoke. Uncertain and rushed,

“Stay”

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[thewritersprope]

You are going to be seeing my request a lot lmao

Butttttttttt

Draco and reader has sons that are like very close and one day they have a play date at Draco’s house and it raining really bad so reader and her her son won’t be able to go home

Draco says they can stay there. Reader resist at first but then all of them beg her and she says yea Draco’s son gives reader sons extra close and Draco gives reader ones of his shirts

They boys go to bed and Draco and reader just have a lot of tension and end up doing it

The next morning draco wakes up to reader gone and smells breakfast and he goes down to see reader cooking and the boys in living room and he just wraps his arms around her and it’s just a very fluffy ending

I’m gonna give this my best shot 😭 Ty for the request <3

PLAYDATE | D.M

Summary: the tension between you and Draco Malfoy soon becomes to much and you snap with the help of your son

Warnings: swearing, seggsy time lmao, slight choking kink and a lot of fluff

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of your rather expensive car. Malfoy Manor was large to say the least. Multiple house elf’s surrounded the house, doing chores and guarding the many entrances. You and your son approached the wooden doors as to knock but they already swung open to reveal a very exited Scoprius.

“Hello Miss y/l/n daddy is a little bit busy at the moment he said to let you in” Scorpius said as he dragged both you and your son inside.

“Hello there Miss Lewis”

You spun around to see Draco Malfoy himself approaching you. His eyes trailed down your figure as he drank you in, breath hitching in his throat. You were absolutely beautiful. You did the same of course, your eyes scanned his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing the dark mark, and his tight black dress pants that enunciated his toned thighs. He was definitely something to look at.

“Mr Malfoy” you greeted with a swift nod of your head. You stuck your hand out to which he happily accepted in his, shaking it.

“Can we go and play?” Your son asked as he lightly tapped your arm.

“Of corse-“ before you could finish Scorpius was dragging him away, giggling.

“Come on I need to show you something y/s/n”

The laughs made you smile knowing that your son was happy. Draco walked into the kitchen catching your attention as you followed after him.

“Wine?” He asked, looking straight at you with the bottle hovering over an elegant wine glass.

“Uh yes please”

“Could you pass that wine glass? Actually-”

He brushed past you, his erection pressed against your ass making you gasp as he reached for the extra glass before pouring the wine.

You placed yourself on a chair at the table, awaiting the awkward conversation you knew was to come. Soon enough Draco placed himself opposite you and the conversation began. You asked him question about after the war, his mother and his father while he asked you how you came to having a son, who the father was, how you coped after the war. You thought some of the questions were rather intrusive especially the question of “are you and the father still together?”. It seemed he was obsessed with the fact you had a child with someone. Your eyes were mainly trained on his veiny hands. God those hands-

“What do you think?” He asked, clearly finishing a sentence you hadn’t listened too. Before long, the children came in, screaming and laughing together as you thanked them mentally. Draco chuckled as he noticed the children were soaked through. Your phone pinged (idk if you wanted me to add them) as a message came through from your driver.

“The driver said he can’t come, the rain is too heavy” you stated. If you hadn’t have been so busy replying to your driver you would have noticed the smirk that graced both Draco’s and Scorpius’s lips. This was perfect.

“Can y/s/n sleep over pleaseeeeee”

Your son perked up at the idea and also began begging you.

“This isn’t my house” you said

“Not yet” Draco muttered under his breath.

“I’m fine with him staying i couldn’t expect you to go home in that anyway, driver or no” the blonde offered while taking your empty wine glass to the sink.

“We haven’t even brought anything-“

“Don’t worry darling I’ll sort it. Scorpius take y/s/n to your bedroom, lend him some clothes too please”

Scorpius instantly nodded and dragged your son away. Draco used his fingers as a come hither motion and you followed him up the stairs and to his room, the biggest one in the manor of course.

“Take the bathroom and here-“

He passed you an plain black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.

You mumbled a thank you before retreating to the bathroom. Once changed, you left your hiding place to see Draco spread out on the bed, his right arm behind his head with a book resting on his lap. He looked like a Greek goddess.

“Hello love”

His eyes once again traced your body, you looked ravishing in his clothes. So so beautiful.

He slowly stood up, his eyes still trained on you. Once he was millimetres away his hand reached out to caress your cheek.

“You seem tense” he whispered

His free hand rested on your hip, your eyes drifted to his oh so perfect lips. That’s all it took for him. His lips met your in a hungry kiss, his hand slipping from your cheek to rest on your throat, just enough to reduce your air a little.

“Fucking beautiful” he whispered against your lips.

“Draco” you whimpered in response.

“Mmm?”

“Take me…please”

His lips were on yours again as he lead you over to the bed, softly pushing you onto it. He hovered over you, lips on lips while his hands worked on removing your- his shirt. Your lips only left to pull the shirt off before instantly finding each other again.

Within moments you were both completely naked, his left hand rested next to your neck while the other slipped down your body, grazing the skin with his fingertips. You were the most effortlessly beautiful thing he’d ever seen, your body fit in his hands perfectly like you were crafted just for him. Your hands found his hair as he carefully pushed into you, his head falling onto your chest as you stroked his blonde locks. He was the biggest you’d ever taken that was for sure. With the pace he was pushing into you, you could feel every ridge, vain and curve of his cock, it was heaven. Pure heaven.

“Takin’ me so- so well” he groaned, his head came up again to greedily swallow all the sounds you let out once he bottomed out. He drove himself in and out keeping a steady pace that was enough for the both of you. Your hand tried to clasp over your mouth but he caught it.

“These walls are rather thick darling be as loud as you wish”

Moans,groans and skin slapping together was all that was heard in the room.

“Dray I- I’m gonna-“

“I know let go for me cum on my cock”

His lips met yours once more as he also came, both of your releases dripping down your thighs almost making him orgasm all over again. His fingers trailed up only to push it back inside you.

“Gotta keep you nice and full”

As you came down he repositioned you both so you were on his chest, his hands in your hair and yours tracing shapes on his toned chest.

“You ok?” You asked, your head raising from his chest to study his facial expressions.

“Never better” he mumbled as he pecked your lips.

“Bath?”

“Please”

He nodded and got up before lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom. He placed you on the bathroom counter, one hand resting on your thigh as the other turned the taps on, ensuring the perfect temperature. Once the bath was filled he lowered you into the bath and climbed in behind you.

His hands rested around your waist, your head on his chest as he placed chaste kisses on your shoulder.

You both talked about anything and everything before getting into bed cuddled together.

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When Draco awoke the next morning he reached out to hopefully find your body but when he didn’t feel anything he shot up. Your side of the bed was empty, the indent of where your body was, still present. The smell of eggs and bacon reached his nose. He walked downstairs to see the boys chasing each other around the manor.

“Get back here” Scorpius giggled, y/s/n still running. Draco smiled and entered the kitchen to see you making breakfast. He wanted this every day, the boys driving you both mad but knowing later that night you’d be in each other’s arms so it wouldn’t matter.

He came up behind you, arms winding around you figure as he pressed kisses to your neck.

“Morning….you left me” he grumbled, a pout reaching his lips. You chuckled and turned around before placing your lips on his, kissing the pout away.

“I told you they’d be kissy kissy !!” Scorpius said while turning to your son.

“Fine” your son muttered, handing his toy truck to scorp now he’d won the bet they made.

You and Draco just laughed. This was the start of a beautiful family. Your family.

[thewritersprope]

ARRANGED | D.M

Summary: being in an arranged marriage with Draco isn’t as good as it seems. It’s rocky at first until he sees you holding a child and can’t help but wonder how you would look holding his child

Warnings: literally nothing it’s all fluff maybe a little bit of sex mentioned if you squint

A/n: I found this from about a week ago when I was bored and ill 😭

You groaned as you heard the familiar cry of the baby upstairs. Draco had been attempting to calm it down for over two hours and so far got it to sleep for a total of five minutes before it woke up again. With Bellatrix being the maniac she is (let’s pretend she didn’t die) and killing families every other day she didn’t notice that her most recent victim had a baby and now it was left to Lucius and Narcissa to look after, with the both of them either busy or away the child was passed down to you and Draco to attend to until they returned from their trip. Draco refused to let you anywhere near it claiming you wouldn’t do any better than he is so it’s better if you stay out of it.

You climbed the marble stair case and headed for the make-shift nursery where the baby was wailing. Once you entered Draco rolled his eyes and turned his back to you to shield the baby from you.

“Draco all I’ve heard is that baby whining for the past two hours can you at least give me a chance to calm it down?” You asked but he shook his head.

“You won’t do any better than I will besides it wouldn’t want to be in your indelicate arms” he snapped back. Draco knew that was a lie your arms in fact were the most delicate he’d ever laid in. You’d held him from time to time while he broke down about work and his father stressing him out, constantly reminding him how disappointed he was in his only son, luckily with Narcissa and Lucius moving out of Malfoy Manor and into a smaller manor they weren’t around as often as they used to be when you all lived together so Draco wasn’t as stressed anymore.

You sighed and went to turn around and leave just as the baby let out a piercing scream. Draco was ready to burst so spun around and handed the bundle of blankets to you.

“There take it” he spoke while storming out. The baby wailed for a few minutes until it finally began to relax in your comforting presence. You hummed a song while pacing back and forth watching as the baby slipped into a deep sleep. Draco returned after hearing the baby had stopped and his heart melted as the sight of you.

You may both be in an arranged marriage but he loved you and you loved him he was just a hard person to love, he was difficult and stubborn and a complete bitch…but he was your stubborn bitch. You were surprised when the male wrapped his arms around you hesitantly. When you didn’t push him away nor try and escape he relaxed and allowed his head to fall onto your shoulder and rest there.

“The baby must have got bored of you and fallen asleep” he teased making you giggle slightly.

“Maybe one day-“ he paused “that could be our child your holding”

You smiled and nodded

“Maybe”

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SINFUL | D.M

Summary- While visiting your fathers best friend he teaches you a lesson

Warnings: age gap (Draco- 26 | Reader: 18), just a make out session :)

A/n: I wanna say a quick thank you to everyone for the support <3 I apologise for this content I’m just a whore 🤷🏼‍♀️

“Angel?” Draco questioned as he watched you storm past him and into your bedroom at Malfoy Manor. He sighed and dropped the wash cloth into the sink before following you.

Once he reached your room he hesitated before just entering completely forgetting to knock.

“What happened?” He questioned. Your head snapped to him as your eyes met. Tears rested on the outskirts of yours causing a frown to reach the man’s face.

“I fucking hate that school” you muttered.

He let out an airy chuckle and sat down next to you waiting for you to continue.

“The boys are ridiculous they called me out in class all because I’ve never kissed someone it’s humiliating”

Dracos face dropped as he saw how genuinely hurt you looked. He wriggled back to be sat crossed legged on your bed and encouraged you to do the same so your knees were brushing. A risky idea crossed his mind which he was going to shut down but his desire for you won once again.

Before you could even attempt to complain about the shoddy school his hand was on your cheek as he pulled you in allowing your lips to melt into his. It was a short kiss, short but sweet. When he heard you gasp he pulled away, staring at you wordlessly.

“I-“

“I liked it” you whispered with one brow slightly raised. You were confused as to how you liked your fathers best friend kissing you. But you couldn’t deny the fact you also wanted him.

“Come here” he muttered while connecting your lips once again. They moved in sync almost as if they were made for each other. His hands grazed your waist while hauling you onto his lap.

“God Princess” he spoke into your mouth.

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BUSTED | D.M

Summary- you find out your lover Draco Malfoy is a deatheater and call him out

Warnings: mention of self harm scars, mention of abuse, mention of blood, mention of depression

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

1.09 am. Draco had been gone all day he’d left without a word causing you to jump to all sorts of conclusions that was of corse until Harry Potter turned up at your dorm door with a rather wild assumption

-flashback-

“I’m telling you y/n just think about it. Draco is always going off somewhere not even bothering to conjure up an excuse. He’s going off the map and he seems more drained than usual I literally walked into him in the corridors and all he did was glare at me and storm off. When was the last time he wore short sleeves?” Harry questioned making you think…maybe he was right.

“Surely he’d tell me” you stated questioningly

“Not if he thought you’d leave him” Harry replied, shortly before leaving.

-end of flashback-

Draco Malfoy was a deatheater and you were the last person to work it out how could you have missed all the signs? Finally the door creaked open and you were met with the exhausted eyes of the blonde boy. He stumbled in before throwing his bag down.

“I see you remembered I exist then” you mumbled causing his head to whip round in surprise

“Oh uhm yeah-“ he stumbled upon his words making you scoff

“Where were you Draco? And don’t even think of lying” you snapped. He gulped harshly and turned around ignoring you completely.

“I was with my mother at Malfoy Manor she’s not feeling so good I reckon she won’t be able to leave the house for a few weeks” he spoke while shedding his creased white shirt and quickly putting a long sleeved t-shirt on.

“That’s strange because your mother owled me today asking me to meet her tomorrow she seems to be fine to me or maybe she just made a miraculous recovery”

A silence fell upon the room as he tried to think of something, anything to cover his tracks but deep down he knew, you knew. It was all over.

“I’m many things Draco but I’m not stupid I do pay attention to you, you know? I see the pain your carrying around I see the depressive episode your falling into, I see the fact your short sleeved shirts are no where to be found, I see the painkillers stuffed in the draw, I see the dark circles under your eyes and the blood under your nails, I see the way your hair is no longer gelled nor brushed, I also see that your one of them” you whispered as tears stung your eyes. He turned around with the same expression you had. His hands reached for his sleeve as he rolled it up revealing the swollen tattoo along with multiple scars and fresh cuts. Your heart broke at the sight of it.

The silence was killing him more than the mark.

“Please say something” he whispered his voice breaking half way through. Your eyes finally met his, your mouth was slightly open as tears ran freely down your face

“Your one of them” you repeated, standing up. Draco’s heart leapt into his mouth as you headed for the door. He dropped to his knees, clinging onto your waist

“P-please you can’t leave I need you, I can’t do this anymore I didn’t choose this I swear” he rambled as he shook with sobs. Your hands softly massaged his scalp causing him to look up at you.

“Let me lock the door so no one interrupts and then we can talk”.

After finally freeing you from his crushing hold you both met each other on the bed his arm still out on show.

“How did this happen Draco?”

“My father betrayed Voldemort and got sent to Azkaban and then Voldemort needed someone else to carry out my fathers task so my aunt volunteered me….they marked me with this” he spoke pointing to it “and made me one of them I fucking hate it, I hate my father, I hate it all” his voice slowly faded away as you thought of Draco in a room with everyone watching as a snake slowly slithered it’s way under his skin, his screams and pleas filling the room while everyone cheered, his mother’s face as she watched her son get dragged under, his aunts face as she watched him become ‘good enough’, and finally Voldemort’s emotionless face as he pulled a child into his mess.

You said nothing as you places yourself on his lap, facing him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hesitantly sat on your hips. You hugged him like there was no tomorrow as he slowly came undone in your arms, the one he loves.

‘I love you’s’ we’re said between the two of you as you held him showing him someone loved him. Once you pulled away you softly wiped his tears away

“You should get a bath” you mumbled making him smile sadly

“Are you trying to say I smell?” He replied raising his brows. You giggled softly and climbed off him before pulling him into the bathroom and running him a warm bath. When he climbed in you turned around to leave until his hand gripped your wrist

“Can you please wash my hair” he asked hopefully. You nodded and sat on your knees while filling a jug up with water and pouring it over his platinum blonde hair as he sighed in contentment. As water dropped on his fresh red rivers he hissed jerking his arm away.

“I know love I’m sorry” you comforted him until his hair was washed and he climbed out. You spent the rest of the night with him in your arms as you cuddled in a comfortable silence.

It wasn’t all over after all.

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PERFORMANCE | D.M

Summary- Dom Draco fucks you on the train while Harry watches from the bag wrack above

Warnings: public sex, breeding kink? let me know if there is any more :)

SMUT SMUT SMUT

“Love” Draco spoke running his hand up your thigh as he brought you back to reality

“Pansy was talking to you” he continued, smirking at you. You shifted your attention to Pansy as she began asking you the question she had previously asked but Draco’s attention was on the bag wrack and the way his suitcase mysteriously shuffled every so often. Blaise seemed to notice it too as he and Draco both gave each other a knowing look. Eventually the train came to a stop and the castle you all called home was in sight. As Pansy and Blaise stood up, you doing the same Draco hauled you back down again receiving a glare from you. Pansy got so far as the door before turning around to see you still sat down.

“Are you coming? You know how pissy Dumbledore gets when you miss his speech” she stated.

“You two go ahead…we want to check something” Draco spoke for you as Pansy nodded and Blaise smirked. Once they were out of sight Draco stood to his feet and trailed towards the door of your specific carriage. He closed all the blinds before instructing you to sit on the table. You did as he said sensing he was annoyed and not wanting to irritate him further.

“I’ve been fucking aching to be inside you” he whispered taking his hand higher and higher up your thigh before resting near your sex. You gulped sharply as you felt him slowly and teasingly pull your panties down keeping your skirt in tact. He slid your panties into his trouser pockets before unbuttoning his pants allowing them to pool at his feet.

“Let’s show him who you belong to hm?” He spoke glancing back at the bag wrack. Before you could question who you were talking about he thrust into you causing your head to fall back and a porn worthy moan to fall from your lips

“Fuck your so tight love” he groaned quickening his pace.

“See this potter this pretty little pussy belongs to me-” he yelled getting interrupted by his own moan. “She’s moaning my name potter not yours”

His name tumbled from your lips again making him smirk as he could already picture Harry’s horrified features as he watched his enemy fuck the girl he’s been stalking for the past few months, the girl he wants. Harry had been after you ever since he got the suspicion Draco was a deatheater. He wanted you not only for information but because who didn’t want you? Boys were falling to their feet for you and it irritated Harry how you’d fallen for the worst of them all, the rotten apple, Draco Malfoy. It confused Potter how you could possibly fall for the bad guy when you had the chosen one right before you, some may say it angered him. His map was gripped his his hands almost every night as he checked where you were and who you were with. Logging the times and dates you moved and went to sleep in a small book which forever remained on his bed side table. When Ron found it he claimed it was for good purposes and would help defeat you-know-who but even Ron had his suspicions, Harry was obsessed with you.

Draco got there first.

After a few more hard thrusts you felt the coil in your stomach tightening.

“D-Draco I’m going to cum-“ you moaned

“Come on love come for me let me fill you up with my babies” he encouraged you as your juices soaked Draco’s cock making him groan and come undone at the sight of it. Both your liquids mixing together. He rode out both of your highs before slowly sliding out of you and taking you down from the table making sure to support you and ask you if you were ok every so often.

“Didnt mummy ever tell you it was rude to eaves drop Potter?!” He bellowed “Petrificus Totalus”.

The body of the chosen one came toppling down landing at your feet. His body engulfed by the cloak he had wrapped around him. Draco stalked towards him keeping you well away.

“Oh yeah” he smirked pealing the blanket from Harry’s body “she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin” a cracking sound was heard as Draco’s foot collided with the perfect features of Harry. “That’s from my father…enjoy your ride back to London” he spat covering his body with the cloak and leading you off the train.

Harry turned up later that day with a bloodied nose but that was the last you heard from Harry Potter.