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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Can you do HP boys reacting to being called daddy for the first time?

pairing(s): reader x every male i've ever written for

warning(s): 18+, daddy kink (obviously), dom/sub roles, mentions of sex/sexual activities

a/n: i love a good daddy kink so this was definitely a treat for me

harry potter

shocked

baffled

literally the pikachu meme

but then he gets all 'fuck yeah i'm the chosen one'

aka 'fuck yeah i am daddy'

his already high confidence is at an all time high

ron weasley

immediately into it

absolutely rails the fuck out of you after

like you literally have no idea where the confidence came from

dirty talk at an all time high

you will be cumming multiple times that night

fred weasley

the smuggest fucking grin you have ever seen

makes you repeat it a million times

has you screaming it by the end of the night

mean dom activated

the man is an absolute menace

ofc he would edge you until you were fucked stupid

george weasley

'are you sure you want to start this, darling?'

he says, right before destroying you from the inside out

was already into it before you but didn't wanna bring it up

the dirtiest things come out of this man's mouth

absolutely a pleasure dom

overstimulation station *alllllll aboard*

neville longbottom

didn't know he was into it before you said it

immediately gets the hardest he has ever been in his life

overwhelmed at first

but he kinda just rolls with

and gives exactly what you wanted

the experience of a lifetime

you guys definitely talk about it after/in the morning

cedric diggory

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (cedric's version)

very smug about it

gets way kinkier than you thought he was

choking, hair pulling, biting, marking, spanking

basically he goes feral

draco malfoy

let's be real....... he brought it up first

he's already so dominant with you that it doesn't really change anything

but he is pleased by it

makes you say it over and over again

in any and all situations from that moment on, you will be calling him daddy

definitely becomes a 24/7 dynamic

absolutely demolishes your pussy

blaise zabini

his hand is immediately around your throat

and starts fucking you so much harder

that's when his dominant side really starts to come out

can flip between mean dom and soft dom at a moment's notice

absolutely brings up a breeding kink for him

sirius black

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (sirius' version)

he can go from 0 to 100 the second you call him daddy

wants to put you on your knees immediately

brat tamer!daddy sirius

loves how dominant it makes him feel having you underneath him screaming for daddy

remus lupin

i feel like he wouldn't be into it at first

but then it would keep happening because he is, in fact, daddy

so he kinda just rolls with it

and finds out he actually really likes it

it's a good way to let go of all his pent up energy

by destroying your pussy

james potter

definitely didn't know he was into it until you said it

but absolutely loses his goddamn mind

pounds the fuck out of your pussy

all your holes really, if we're being honest

absolutely loves the way you calling him daddy sounds

regulus black

absolutely adores it

loves hearing you whimper 'daddy' as he rails you

hard dom but not a mean dom

things get very kinky, very fast after that

like my man just lets lose an entire arsenal of kinks you didn't know he had but you love every second of it

tom riddle

we know this man loves a good title

fucking loves it

makes you call him daddy anytime you two are alone together

he really does consider it a very special thing

and that he has to work to earn that title

absolutely babies you anytime you get too needy

lucius malfoy

soz but i feel like he wouldn't really like daddy

he's more of a sir....or master

but regardless he takes it and runs with it

24/7 dynamic

he's already your sugar daddy anyways

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Bratty sub!draco being punished by dom!reader?

Maybe mean dom reader??

Your choice on the punishment!!

mixed with this request: sometimes i wonder what it would be like to fuck that sweet supremacist ass of draco malfoy, a female slytherin reader who can put him in her place as a bitch.

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count:

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, mean dom!mistress!reader, strap-on, draco sucks the strap-on, slapping, hair pulling

a/n: kinda left this one of a little cliff hanger so lmk if you want a pt. 2 when my requests open back up!

Draco had been in a mood for days. You knew it, he knew it, the whole fucking castle knew it.

You had been letting it slide. Letting him lash out at foes and friends alike. Letting him stomp around the castle in that menacing way he’s so good at, scaring first years just with a glance. Letting him wear the grim look that had been permanently plastered on his face all week.

You let it all roll off you because he knows better than to act that way around you. Or so you thought he did.

~~~

“Draco, will you just sit down for a minute?” You asked, exasperated by watching your boyfriend pace the length of his dorm over and over again.

You knew he was stressed. Exams were coming up, the big game was this weekend, and he was clearly having a no good, very horrible, bad week. But Merlin knows the man was acting like a menace.

But he didn’t even bother looking at you, let alone give you a response. You knew he was in his own head though, so you gave him one more chance.

“Draco?” You called again.

“What?” He finally snapped, looking up at you with fury in his grey eyes.

At first, it took you aback to see him look at you like that. That look was reserved for others, never for you. But you knew exactly how to take your unruly boyfriend down a few notches.

“Excuse me?” You asked, getting off the bed so you could approach him. “Is that how you talk to me?”

“Don’t fucking start this right now,” Draco spat, but you could tell it was a hidden plea just by the way his entire body began to relax as you got closer.

He needed this desperately.

“Answer the question,” you pressed, now face to face with him. When you were met with a defiant glare, you couldn’t help but laugh just knowing how far you were going to bring him down.

“Strip and kneel. Now. Or you really won’t enjoy what I do next,” you commanded, already beginning to walk away from him in search of your toy of choice from his wardrobe.

You didn’t hear any movement from his direction at first, but once you opened the wardrobe doors, you heard the rustle of clothing hitting the ground. You smirked to yourself as you retrieved what you wanted and watched as he stripped the rest of his clothing off before gracefully dropping to his knees, immediately adopting the perfectly submissive pose that you had personally ingrained in him.

You walked over to him once more, still hiding the toy behind your back. With your free hand, you gripped a chuck of his hair just enough to sting and pulled his head back harshly.

“You’ve been acting like a little fucking brat all week. Care to explain yourself?”

It only took one look into your eyes for him to crumble. His entire body went lax at your touch and a pitiful whimper left his mouth.

But he still couldn’t find it in himself to drop the act just yet.

“I haven’t been a brat,” he managed to say through gritted teeth, your grip in his hair getting tighter with every word he spoke.

You let go of him with a shove, forcing his body to fall backwards a bit. “On the bed. On your knees. Now,” you practically growled out.

Draco looked resigned about your command, but he did it without complaint or hesitation. You watched him as he moved. Taking in the way his pale skin moved in the pale light, watching the way his muscles rippled with every move, admiring the way his thick cock seemed to be getting harder with every breath.

Once he was in position, with his body revealed to you, you took your time in putting your strap-on on. It was the largest one you owned and it was sure to fuck the brat right out of him.

In utter silence you rounded the bed so he could see you, near nude and the pinnacle of dominance. You almost laughed when you saw the equally desperate and terrified look that came over Draco’s face, waiting with bated breath for your next command.

“I’ll ask you one more time, Draco. Why have you been acting like a little brat all week?” You asked as indifferently as you could manage. As if it didn’t matter what his answer was, you were going to do what you wanted anyways. But you knew he liked it better that way.

As if only to prove your point, he stubbornly replied, “I haven’t been a fucking brat.”

But the look in his eyes said it all.

He knew why.

He knew you knew why.

But he needed this.

“Well if you want to be like that then,” you said with a chuckle, drawing closer to him until the tip of your fake cock was resting against his lips, “you’ll be fucked like the brat we both know you’ve been. It won’t suck itself, slut.”

A shiver ran down his spine before he even had a chance to open his mouth, but when he started to work his perfect mouth down the black silicone, you watched in awe. You watched himself lose himself in the repetitive movements, slowly losing the tension in his body until he was drooling and moaning like the whore you knew him to be.

But he seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much for this to be considered a punishment.

Once more, you pulled a chunk of his hair back to force him off your cock, his lips swollen and wet when he came up panting.

“I- I’m sorry,” he forced out in a shaky breath, his eyes pleading with you.

Your hand smacked across his face faster than he could take his next inhale. “Try again.”

“I’m sorry Mistress,” he pleaded, his voice drifting off into a pleasant whine that made your core ache.

“Better. But it’s much too late for sorries. Turn around and present yourself,” you ordered, taking no mercy on your boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes.

“Yes Mistress,” he said quietly, doing just as you asked with practiced ease.

You took him in for a moment once he was in position, his most sensitive places exposed just for you. He was beautiful like this, the perfect submissive.

It was almost a shame you had to ruin him just a little bit.

#draco malfoy smut #draco smut #draco x reader #draco one shot #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy drabble #draco malfoy imagine

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Me reading all your stuff rn:

hahahaha thank youuuuu so much!! it's how i feel writing most of it!

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Lucius Malfoy being a fucking bastard who doesn't care about manners, just ruining the reader. If you can include kinks like reproduction, suffocation and sexual slavery.

pairing: lucius malfoy x reader

word count: 1.5k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, master!lucius, choking, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation, soft!lucius at the end

a/n: sorry this took literally forever, a lot has been going on but i think i'll be back for a bit. if you left me a request, please be patient! also, lucius is a little softer in this towards the end than you probably wanted but i couldn't not do it...i love soft!lucius.

“Look at my little pet, all spread out and desperate for me,” Lucius mused, his silver eyes tracing over every inch of your exposed body.

“Yes, Master,” you replied dutifully, praying he would give you what you were desperately waiting for.

You had been waiting, sprawled out on his desk, for the better part of the afternoon. You knew he always wanted you after a long day of meetings. You always waited for him, no matter what position he requested, no matter how sore your body was, no matter how desperate you were. This time was no different, except it was.

Before he had left that morning, he had made you a promise. Today you would be getting what you had been desperately wanting for months now. In the quiet comforts of your shared bedroom, he had whispered his promise - that he would give you a child.

It had taken you ages to convince him. He argued that he had never felt the need for a second child, or that he was too old to start over again. But he loved you too much. He could never say no to you, despite the cruel games you two liked to play in the bedroom, and apparently you had finally persuaded him.

Lucius dragged his ring clad hands down your thighs, his nails biting into the flesh. You hissed at the feeling, but instinctually you spread your legs even further for him. “That’s a good pet. You’re just desperate to get filled, aren’t you?” He asked with a cruel chuckle.

Too overwhelmed by his presence, all you could manage was an enthusiastic nod, staring up at him with desperation in your eyes. Lucius wasn’t pleased with that because within the next second his hand was wrapped around your throat, his rings pinching the skin on your neck from how tightly he was gripping you.

“Use your words, you filthy little slut,” he gritted out. He was looming over you now, the fabric from his suit dragging against your hardened nipples, his legs directly between yours.

“Y-yes, Master. Want- want to be filled,” you choked out, barely getting enough air to form a coherent thought let alone speak, but you managed.

Finally satisfied, he loosened his grip. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he removed his suit jacket and removed his wand from it’s holster, purposefully putting it to the side to prove that he wouldn’t cast an contraceptive charm on you. You watched his every move, completely entranced by his casual display of dominance even if he really wasn’t doing anything special. He knew exactly how to move, exactly what to say, exactly what look to give you to get you squirming.

His hand returned to gripping your throat once it was all over. Your head was already dizzy and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet.

“You’ll get what you want, pretty pet,” he said lowly, a tender sparkle in his otherwise menacing grey eyes letting you know he wanted what was to come just as much as you did.

“But,” he continued.

You could feel yourself tense under that one simple word. You knew getting what you wanted was never easy when it came to this man. Not in the bedroom, at least. Every game came with a caveat that was sure to leave your head spinning and your body desperate for more, despite the severity of some of Lucius’ more difficult tasks.

“I’m keeping my hand right here the whole time,” he explained, tightening his grip on your neck almost painfully to prove his point. “If you pass out before you get my seed inside you, that would be such a shame. You wouldn’t want to miss it, would you?”

You couldn’t help the desperate moan that spilled from your lips. He knew this was your favorite game. And he was so deliciously cruel for deciding to play it tonight. He knew how badly you wanted to feel him spill inside of you, fill you with the seed of his child. You were determined to make that happen for yourself.

He didn’t even miss a beat the moment he saw understanding and raw determination and lust fill your eyes. With his free hand, he freed his cock from his perfectly tailored slacks and pushed inside of you with one long, deep thrust. The moan you let out was close to a scream as you felt every inch of his perfect cock stretch and fill you, the both of you throbbing with anticipation.

“That’s a good slut. Take what I give you,” Lucius mused, pausing for a moment. You weren’t sure whether the brief lull was for your benefit or his own, but you wanted it to end.

“Please, Master. Please fuck me,” you begged, your hips attempting to roll into his but it was a futile attempt. With his free hand, he easily pinned down your waist, forcing you to come to a stop.

“Take. What. I. Give. You,” he gritted out, punctuating every word with a powerful thrust deep inside of you.

You couldn’t even begin to form a response. All you could do was feel and moan and try to fucking breath. His cock was plunging in and out of you with a force unlike ever before, leaving you breathless yet more alive than ever.

His hand never once wavered from his tight grip, forcing your breaths to become increasingly shallow as time went on. Your head was spinning from the sensation, only increasing your high and bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“How badly do you want me to breed you?” He asked, barely a hint of breathlessness in his voice, as if he wasn’t fucking you like an animal.

His question snapped you back to reality and you looked up into his grey eyes, and you almost came just from the eye contact alone. His eyes were liquid fire, all of his desire and lust and love pouring out like lava into your very soul.

He must have read the answer in your eyes, but still it didn’t satisfy him. “Use your words,” he said more gently, lightly tapping your cheek with his fingers to snap you out of your lust filled daze.

“So- so bad. Pl- Please, Master,” you gasped out, fighting desperately to stay coherent. You wanted this more than anything. You weren’t sure if you even could, but you were prepared to beg more if that’s what he wanted from you. You would give him anything, do anything for him, just to have this. You were clawing at your own mind to stay afloat, trying to push past the daze you were in from the way his cock was lighting you up inside. Frantic breaths fell from your mouth, barely recognizable sounds falling from your lips. You could only imagine what you looked like. Debauched, fucked out, filt-

“Cum.”

Your world went quiet as your body followed Lucius’ order. Your mind had barely caught up by the time your body was shaking and convulsing beneath him, your vision white.

Your mind stayed suspended in time for a moment, before you finally heard him groan and begin to spill inside of you.

And then everything went black.

~~~

When you finally landed back on Earth you were still in Lucius’ office, but he had relocated you to the couch, his firm body pressed against your as your eyes fluttered open.

You curled your body impossibly closer to his, wanting to be as close as humanly possible, at least for a little while.

“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispered into your hair when he felt you move, his arms tightening around your body perfectly. “How are you feeling?”

“Perfect,” you said honestly. “But I’m a little sad I missed it when you came.”

He chuckled lightly at that before responding. “Darling, unless this child is an absolute miracle than I’m sure we’ll have to do this quite a bit more before you get pregnant,” he explained lightly.

You couldn’t even help the shiver that ran down your spine at the promise of more, your whole body perking up.

“A bit more? As in, a bit more right now?” You asked, sitting up so you could look at him, praying to Merlin that you were giving him the eyes that made him fold every time.

“You’re insatiable,” he commented, clearly amused.

“Oh, so are you,” you chided, getting up off the couch and slowly making your way to the door.

“And just where do you think you’re running off to?” He asked, his eyebrow arched menacingly but you weren’t buying it for a second, not when he had that fond look in his eyes.

“I think we could both use a shower,” you asked, slightly turning in the doorway so he had a perfect view of your ass. “You coming, Daddy?” You asked, barely holding back your giggle at the new nickname as you began to walk away.

But you couldn’t hide your smile when you heard him following you, ever devoted to loving you in every way you deserved.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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LOVE YOUR STORIES. Arranged marriage with Draco has me WeAk. 🥵

thank you!!!! the arranged marriage has me weak too...draco is just so ~daddy~ in those it's just *chef's kiss*

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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okay this might be oddly specific but hear me out: inexperienced!reader x experienced!cedric and cedric’s her best friend’s roommate so the two of them are already friends/acquaintances

anyways if you want to write it please do! i love your work sm <3

mixed with this request: can you pls do a thigh riding fic with cedric? pls pls pls

paring: cedric diggory x reader

warning(s): 18+, thigh riding, praise, dry humping

a/n: the reader isn't inexperienced exactly but she's definitely a little shy and shocked by the whole scenario so i hope you like it regardless!

Drink in hand, you moved around the party your best friend was throwing for their party. You should be having fun. You should be excited to spend your best friend’s birthday with them. You should be doing a lot of other things right now than trying to avoid your best friend’s roommate like the plague.

He wasn’t the problem. The complete opposite. He was handsome, kind, intelligent, your dream man. You had been crushing on him since the moment you met him, and now that you were tipsy under the same roof as him, you didn’t trust yourself.

But he managed to find you regardless.

“Enjoying the party?” Cedric asked, seeming to appear of out nowhere to lean against the same wall as you.

“Yeah, it’s great,” you answered non-committedly, trying your best to brush him off when all you wanted to do was jump his bones.

“You look great tonight,” he said, leaning in close, almost too close to be considered normal.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered out.

“C’mon, Y/N, you don’t have to be nervous around me. I think we’d have a great night together if you let those walls down.”

“What?” You asked, refusing to believe what he just said.

“Come to my room with me?” He asked, blue eyes earnest.

You were too dumbstruck to answer, but you nodded and followed him dutifully until the music was muffled by his door shutting behind you.

“You’re so cute, thinking you can hide from me. I see the way you look at me, Y/N. Don’t be shy, take what you want,” he said, sitting down on the bed and taking your hand to drag you closer.

You blindly fell onto his lap, his strong thigh in between your legs, but you knew exactly what you wanted.

Your first kiss was blinding as you devoured each other, tasting the lingering alcohol on each other's tongues. His hands went to your hips, encouraging you to grind down on him.

A whimper came from your throat, unable to hold back once you felt the delicious pressure of his thigh against your clothed cunt. “Let me hear you, pretty girl. Need to hear you,” he practically begged, his grip on your hips getting tighter by the second, sure to leave bruises.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, unable to wrap your mind around the situation. “What-what if someone comes in?” You asked, finally getting a handle on your thoughts.

“I locked the door, baby. I wanted you all to myself. Can’t even count the amount of times I’ve taken myself in hand just picturing it was you,” he admitted, looking up at you with hungry eyes.

“R-really?” You asked stupidly, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Of course, pretty girl. You’re fucking stunning. And I couldn’t just pass up on this chance. I’ve thought about this for too long.”

“Fuck, me too,” you agreed breathlessly, leaning down to bring him in for another mind melting kiss.

Just ten minutes ago you had been nervous about being around him, but now he was steadily bringing you to orgasm on his thigh, admitting that he had been thinking about you all along. It was a heady feeling, but you relished in it as your orgasm washed over you, not even bothering to hold back a single noise, knowing the blaring music from the rest of the house would drown you out from the other party-goers.

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, look at you, baby. You’re gorgeous,” he praised as he worked you through it, sounding just as breathless as you felt.

You sucked in a breath once you felt grounded again, his strong arms still around you and holding you close to his chest. He was panting, too, when you finally looked up at his fucked out eyes.

“What about you?” You asked, sure that he was still hard.

“I, um, I may need to change before we head back out there,” he said bashfully, and when you looked down and saw the wet patch on his jeans, you couldn’t hold back your laugh. He laughed too, the both of you mocking the ridiculousness of this moment, this night. “But I’d love it if you stayed the night with me,” he said once he got back in control of himself.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you said with a smile, ensuring you would have an absolutely fantastic night.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Okay everyone seems Remus as a dom but I wanna know about little subby Rem who squirms and whines to touch the reader and being a brat

pairing: young!remus lupin x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, sub!remus, dom!reader, mommy kink, thigh riding, mentions of spanking, orgasm control

a/n: i love dom!remus but sub!remus has a special little spot in my heart

You knew that he knew that you knew that he knew he had been being a brat all fucking day.

All day you had been compiling a list of grievances that Remus would have to pay for when you could properly punish him.

This morning at breakfast he had pulled you onto his lap to rub your ass along his erection, taking advantage of the fact that you wouldn’t call him out in front of all of your friends.

All throughout your classes he kept passing you detailed notes about what he wanted to do to you, as if he was the one in charge. He took liberties in touching and teasing you under the desk, knowing you had to be quiet or get caught.

In the common room, he tried anything and everything to get your attention away from your homework, even succeeding a few times so you could quietly reprimand him. He was squirming in his seat by the end of the night, overwhelmed with how horny he was and how long you were dragging this out. The moment he started getting whiny, practically begging you to fuck him with his puppy dog eyes, you snapped your book shut and dragged him up to your empty dorm.

“What’s gotten into you today?” You tutted, straddling his legs now that you finally had him naked.

“I wanna fuck you, baby. Wanted you so bad today,” Remus answered, more confident than he should be. He attempted to buck his hips under your weight, his hard cock already leaking precum.

“It’s too bad you don’t get to decide that, hm?” You asked, tone dark.

His face crumbled and his body went eerily still below you, finally accepting that he had lost whatever game he had been so intent on playing. “Please,” he breathed out, melting below you into the perfect little submissive he knew you wanted him to be.

But you had other plans. Besides, he knew you’d never make it that easy. You both loved your little games too much to make it easy for him.

“Oh, don’t start begging now,” you admonished. “You know you were a brat all day. And I think my little brat deserves a punishment, doesn’t he?”

He knew he had no choice but to agree. “Yes, Mommy,” he answered, voice quiet.

“Since you decided to get Mommy riled up all day, I’m gonna use you to get off. But you don’t get to touch or whine. Show me you have some sense of control. Maybe if you’re good I’ll give you what you want, otherwise you’re going over my knee and straight to bed. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Remus answered dutifully, but the look in his eye was nothing short of horror. Despite knowing he was a brat, this is not how he had envisioned his night ending.

You delicately placed your dripping cunt down on his thigh, a moan already leaving your mouth from the relief you got. You were careful not to give his straining erection any stimulation, but you could already feel him shaking with the need to touch you.

“You feel how wet Mommy is? It’s all for you, baby boy. It’s too bad you don’t get to enjoy it,” you said just to torture him, your hips working quickly to bring yourself to orgasm.

You could feel him flexing his thigh under you, doing anything he could within his power to still make this good for you. And despite the fact that he couldn’t touch you or beg you like he normally did, it was still so, so good.

You felt your orgasm building just as Remus started to break. A small whine fell from his throat, unable to hold it back anymore. His eyes were a beautiful mix of hungry and desperate, anxious to have you in any way that he could. But you weren’t backing down.

“Mommy’s almost there, baby. You’re doing so good, my precious boy. Maybe you will get to cum after all,” you praised, leaning down to caress his face.

The mix of your words, the mention of an orgasm, and your stomach just barely grazing his cock was enough to make him break. “Mommy please. Want you so bad. Please,” he begged, squirming beneath you.

Just hearing him beg for you sent you over the edge, moans spilling out of your mouth as you worked yourself through your climax. You never broke eye contact with him the entire time, letting him see every moment of pleasure he was missing out on. You knew he could feel the ghost of your walls fluttering around his cock when his cock twitched against your thigh, leaving a mess of precum behind.

When you got your bearing and climbed off his thigh, it was glistening. He looked at the wet patch longingly for a moment, but his eyes almost immediately darted back to yours, waiting for your judgment of his behavior.

“Did I say you could beg?”

“N-no, Mommy. But I just-,”

“No excuses,” you tutted, already sitting down against the headboard, ready to dole out his much deserved punishment. “This is what you deserved in the first place. I tried to give you a second chance but it seems like my baby just can’t control himself. It’s too bad too, I would have much preferred to ride your cock. Maybe you can earn it tomorrow,” you lamented, watching the desperation and nerves creep back into his eyes, tears already lining his eyes.

“But enough about that. You know what to do,” you said, patting your lap, content with the knowledge that you would have your perfect, tearful submissive back in no time.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Imagine Ron trying to be a dom but being super shy until you call him daddy/sir and it sends his confidence flying and he just destroys you

pairing: ron weasley x reader

warning(s): 18+, daddy kink, dom/sub roles, oral (female receiving)

a/n: i drank coffee for the first time in months today and this is the most productive i have ever been in years

“Get one the bed,” Ron said, trying to sound as commanding as possible but you knew he wasn’t taking to his new role as easily as he had envisioned.

He told you he wanted to take charge in the bedroom, more so than he already did. And being the amazing girlfriend you were, you easily agreed.

You took each ‘command’ with ease, willing to do whatever he told you until he felt more confident to ask for what he really wanted, no matter how depraved he might think it is.

“You look so pretty all spread out for me, bunny,” he mused, following you onto the bed to rest between your spread legs.

It didn’t take him long to have his tongue on your cunt, bringing you towards your orgasm with a practiced ease only he could possess.

But you knew it wasn’t good enough. Something was missing. Something that he needed to feel as in charge and dominant as possible.

Gripping his red hair in between your fingers, you pulled hard and let an obscene, impulsive moan fall out of your mouth. “Fuck, Daddy. That feels so good,” you cried, unable to deny how right it felt.

Ron’s mouth paused against you and he looked up with a dark twinkle in his blue eyes. “Daddy? That’s how you want it to be, bunny?” He asked roughly.

You could feel his breath brush against your clit, making you squirm. The intensity of his gaze left you an aching puddle of need beneath him. And you knew this is exactly what had been missing.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said, a little breathless with the passion sizzling in the room.

He only gave you a smirk but his lips connected with your clit once more, and you knew just by the way he sucked it into his mouth that you were in for a long night with him. With your Daddy.

#ron wealsey imagine #ron wealsey headcannon #ron weasley drabble #ron weasley smut #ron weasley #ron weasly imagine #ron weasly x reader #harry potter #harry potter smut

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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Hi! I just wanted to ask, how many more requests do you think you have left until you open requests again?

Hope you’re having a good day/night!! ^^

Hi! Thank you for asking! I have 25 requests left until I reopen requests. I try my best to combine prompts when I'm behind so hopefully they'll be open again soon.

To anyone who doesn't know: requests are currently closed and if you do request something anyways it immediately gets deleted so please wait until I reopen them!

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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reader and draco are actors and they have to do a....'scene'....together and they both get all flustered and end up doing it. both of them are subs maybe?

mixed with this request: imagine draco catching you moaning his name while masturbating and making you put on a little show for him while he gets himself off

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): 18+, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob

It was the longest day of your life. Or what seemed like it at the moment.

Being an actress came with its pros and cons. You always knew that. You had never anticipated one of the cons being the fact that having to do a sex scene with your coworker left you achingly desperate all day.

Rich, famous, charming. All of these words and more could describe your costar, Draco Malfoy. You had always had a slight crush on him and getting to work with an actor of his caliber was a dream, but it was slowly creating a problem.

As the day came to an end, you made your way back to your trailer and stripped out of your clothes the second the door closed behind you. You knew no one would bother you, no one ever did at the end of a long day, everyone just wanting to get home as soon as possible. But you had other plans.

You threw yourself down onto your small couch with little grace, your hand already travelling between your thighs. You found your clit with practiced ease, drawing tight circles around the pulsing bud, just wanting to ease your frustration as quickly as possible.

You were so lost in pleasure, thinking about Draco, that you didn’t even notice you had moaned his name. Apparently it was a little too loud, because a second later he entered your trailer, making you jump.

“Hey, Y/N, I heard you call- oh,” he started, but abruptly stopped the moment he saw what you were doing.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately jumped up, trying to cover yourself up as best as you could. “Draco, I-,”

“Y/N, calm down. It’s okay. I get it,” he said gently, immediately coaxing you into relaxing some.

“You get what it’s like to have a coworker catch you masturbating?” You were quick to retort with a scoff.

“Well, no. Not that. But I get being in a state after filming a scene like that all day,” he explained, trying his best to be gentle in this fragile situation.

But you were quick to put two and two together.

“You’ve never done a sex scene before. You told me that this morning,” you rushed out bluntly.

“So who do you think would have me in such a state, Y/N?” He asked you slowly, his perfect brow arched.

No amount of acting school could have kept you from blushing. It was impossible under his dark gaze, his grey eyes clearly filled with lust.

“Draco, I-,” you started again, but seeing your panicked state he cut you off once more.

“I heard you say my name, Y/N. It’s the whole reason I’m in here to begin with. So we can either help each other or I can walk out and we can pretend this never happened. It’s up to you,” he said plainly, leaving you every opportunity to say no to this.

But you didn’t want to say no. You wanted this so, so badly. You had all day. Even longer, if you were being completely honest with yourself. You wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

“Stay,” you said impulsively, for once not thinking about the ramifications this could have on the movie or your career.

The look on his face was a mix between relief and utter satisfaction.

“Then lay back down, darling. I’d hate to interrupt a good show,” he said with a smirk, already moving his hands to the waistband of the sweatpants he had been wearing in between takes all day.

You blushed at the request, but you heeded it nonetheless, slowly laying back on the couch and removing the blanket to reveal your naked body. You knew you were entirely exposed from his angle, but the thought only turned you on more.

Your eyes never left his as your hand traveled back down to your clit, a small whimper coming from your throat when you made contact with the still throbbing bud.

“Fuck, the noises you make. I kept trying to convince myself they were fake all day. But they were real, weren’t they?” Draco asked, his large hand already wrapped around his thick cock. Your mouth began to water at the image, but you knew he was expecting an answer.

“As real as they could be,” you forced yourself to reply, your eyes glued to his hand.

You both just watched each other for a few minutes, letting the other hear exactly what you sounded like in real life. It was intoxicating and breathtaking and surprisingly intimate. You watched him touch himself exactly as he liked, staring at the girth you had been feeling against your leg for the better part of the afternoon. You watched him watch you ease the ache you had been feeling all day, your cunt glistening beneath your fingers.

But the spell broke when he finally snapped.

“Let me touch you, Y/N,” he called out, his voice desperate and deep.

“Fuck, please,” you pleaded, spreading your legs wider to give him space to join you.

It wasn’t long after that until you both reached your climax. His hands replaced your, drawing tight circles over your clit and dipping his middle and ring finger inside you, almost immediately finding the perfect angle. When a loud moan spilled from your lips, he slapped a large hand over your mouth.

“Only I get to hear what you really sound like when you’re falling apart for me,” he growled possessively, his own groan spilling out when your smaller hand wrapped around his cock.

It was hot beneath your skin and you could feel the vein that ran along the length of him throb. It only made you wetter, getting you that much closer to your orgasm.

“I can feel how close you are, darling. You’re so fucking tight around my fingers, practically begging for my cock. Cum for me,” he said low in your ear, burying his face in your neck as his own orgasm approached.

It didn’t take long after that, his words coaxing you into the orgasm you had dreamed about all day. It was even better that it was caused by Draco’s hands, words, and moans. You came with an obscene moan, thankfully muffled by his hand or else everyone on set would have known exactly what was happening. Your grip became a vice as you moved it along his cock, propelling him into orgasm. You could feel his groan rumble in his chest, the noise loud in your ear, letting you lose yourself in the pleasure of being with him.

You both laid there, for how long you didn’t know, but when he moved to get up his cum had already dried against your skin. Without a word, he disappeared into the small bathroom in the back of your trailer only to reemerge with a wet face cloth, diligently wiping you off with gentle fingers. Not a word was spoken as he cleaned you both off, and it felt more intimate than anything you had done.

Finally, he turned back to you, his grey eyes clear and alight with mischief. “How would you feel about coming to my hotel later?” He asked, a small smile lighting up his chiseled face.

“Oh?” You asked with a giggle, not entirely shocked by his request. You wanted more too. You wanted as much as you could get.

“You could be as loud as you wanted,” he whispered his argument, placing a small kiss on your neck.

“Fine,” you said with an exaggerated sigh, brushing him off with a laugh.

He moved to leave, but once he got to the door, he turned back. “I’ll make it worth it,” he said with a smug grin followed by a wink, shutting the door quickly after him.

You were left with a girlish grin and blush on your face, absolutely smitten by this man and already wet with anticipation for the night to come.

#draco smut #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy headcanon #harry potter #harry potter smut

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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can i request hermione x fem reader smut? hermione wants her for a long time and one day in the empty class room they have sex? thigh riding, mommy kink, scissoring and possesive hermione? thank you so muuuch 🥺

pairing: hermione granger x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, mommy kink, thigh riding, praise, scissoring, possessive language

a/n: this is my first work for just hermione and i'm so excited!

“That’s it, pretty girl. Hump Mommy’s thigh like the desperate little thing you are,” Hermione purred, holding you as close to her body as she possibly could.

You weren’t even entirely sure how you got here. One minute you were in an abandoned classroom with your friend, grabbing something you had left behind that day in class, and the next feelings were being confessed and her lips were on yours.

It was a flurry of emotions and passion and sex. Everything she said, everything she had confessed to you, it made you ache with need for her. You weren’t sure where this lustful, possessive side of her came from, but you were enjoying every second of it.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, darling. You’re mine now. Say it,” she commanded, grabbing your hips to grind you harder on her soft thigh.

“I’m yours. All yours,” you breathed out, your face falling into Hermione’s neck as the pleasure rushed through you, closer and closer to climax by the second.

“That’s a good girl,” she said, just before stopping your hips abruptly. “I want to feel that wet little cunt on mine. Panties off,” she commanded, helping you off of her before slipping her own underwear off.

You climbed onto the raised table after her, letting her rearrange your body until you felt her hot cunt against yours. You were already on the edge of an orgasm, and just feeling her made you throw your head back with a moan.

“Already gonna cum for Mommy?” She asked, slowly grinding her lips against yours.

You were shaking from the pleasure of it, but you managed a nod. “Y-yes Mommy,” you stuttered out, unable to think clearly as you basked under the foreign feeling of her hot cunt against yours.

“Good girl. Cum all over Mommy’s cunt. Show me you’re mine,” she commanded.

And she made you do just that. Not stopping until she was finished and fully satisfied that you were hers, both of you leaving the abandoned classroom clutching each other's hands with smug grins and flushed faces.

#hermione granger blurb #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger smut #hermione x y/n #hermione granger #harry potter #harry potter smut

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oh my gosh, hello! just dropping by to say i absolutely adore your writing. thank you SO MUCH!! also, can we please get a part two to the fred x reader x george smut where they actually do make her cum until she passes out?? thank youuuu!! <333

mixed with this request: fred and george both being confident in oral and using you as a judge for that then absolutely destroying you

pairing(s): fred weasley x reader x george weasley

word count: 1.0k

warning(s): 18+, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, bondage, passing out, praise, aftercare

a/n: what i wouldn't do to have this....

“Do you know why you’re all tied up, sweet girl?” George asked, petting a hand down your naked body.

Your eyesight followed his hand, giving you a good look at just how well the twins had tied you up. Your hands were strapped securely to the headboard, giving you absolutely no slack to move them. And your legs. Fuck, your legs. There was a spreader bar cuffed to just below your knees, ensuring that there was no way you could close your legs. And your ankles were wrapped in rope that was attached to the hook in the ceiling, forcing your legs to stay in the upright position.

It looked absolutely obscene.

It made you desperately wet.

“N-no,” you stuttered your answer, the anticipation growing almost too much to bear now that they finally had you in the position they wanted you in.

“Remember a few weeks ago, when I mentioned something about making you cum until you pass out?” Fred asked, rounding the other side of the bed now that he was done making sure all your binding was secure and reasonably comfortable. You nodded dumbly at him, the reality of the situation making you almost black out with want.

You almost couldn’t believe that they were actually going to try it. You weren’t entirely sure it was possible. But if there were two bastards crazy enough to try, and succeed, it was your boyfriends. Your wonderful, crazy, kinky boyfriends.

“Do you still want to try that?” Fred asked, a smirk on his face because he could already see the answer written plainly on your face. Once again, you only gave him a nod, too overwhelmed to force any words out.

“Already too dumb to use your words?” George asked mockingly, but it was also a reminder that they expected a verbal response.

“Yes. I still want that,” you forced your mind to think of the words.

“If it gets to be too much, darling, you know you can use your safeword,” Fred reminded you, already crawling onto the bed to settle himself in between your legs.

The moment his lips wrapped around your clit, you knew you were in for a night. He was immediately dragging whimper and moans from your mouth, using every trick he had to bring you to your climax as quickly as possible. It was impressive as much as it was unnerving, and almost immediately you knew they would succeed in their mission if they kept this up.

George quieted you with his lips on yours as Fred rendered you completely speechless, but once George spoke your head spun.

“Me and Freddie have a little bet going,” he started, his lips pressed against your neck. “Whoever makes you pass out gets you to themselves for one whole night. And the other one has to watch.”

The idea made you dizzy and it immediately propelled you into your first orgasm of the night, forcing you to shudder against Fred’s face with a high pitched moan.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be screaming by the end of the night,” Fred mumbled against your thigh with a smirk before quickly hoisting himself up to swap places with George.

They didn’t even give you a moment to speak, to breathe, to think. George was on you in an instant, burying his face in your cunt as his tongue worked magic against you.

You lost yourself between the pleasure and the orgasms. It got to a point where you would barely even register when they would switch. Your entire body had a sheen of sweat, your skin feeling like it was on fire. Your head was spinning with overwhelming pleasure and you weren’t even sure what noises were coming from your mouth anymore. You were sure your legs were thrashing in their confines, but the twins were quick to settle you with praise and sweet kisses, running their hands along your burning skin.

Every touch was growing painful, your entire body feeling like a live wire that could snap at any time. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone try and convey how you were feeling to them. All you could do was focus on their touch and the sounds of their voices, trusting them to get you to where they needed you to be.

You felt the inevitable final orgasm creep up on you before it happened. You felt like the entire bedroom was spinning around you. Your body felt so weak that you had no other choice but to take the pleasure George was giving you. Your vision started to black out as you started climbing the peak.

You felt the first wave of your final orgasm hit you like a ten ton truck, and then the world went black.

~~~

“I still can’t believe you fucking won,” you heard Fred grumble as you regained consciousness, making you want to giggle but your body still felt weak.

“I’m just better than you, deal with it,” George replied with a lighthearted chuckle. “Now I just have to plan my night alone with Y/N/N.”

“Fuck,” Fred sighed, remembering what happened to the loser.

You let out a pitiful noise when you felt large hands massaging your sore thighs, finally out of their bondage and resting on the bed. The rest of your ties had been undone as well, and you were snuggly wrapped in a blanket and being cuddled against a strong body.

“There’s our girl. Can you open your eyes for me, darling?” Fred asked, running a gentle finger along your cheek to coax you.

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open and you were met with Fred’s handsome face. You turned your head to see George resting between your legs, massaging the tender muscles with care.

“How are you feeling?” George asked, fingers digging into a particularly sore spot.

It took you a minute for the words to come, but finally you answered with a quiet “Fantastic.”

“Everything you wanted?” Fred asked, his lips brushing up against your temple.

Too tired to speak, you hummed your agreement as you cuddled into his warm body. It was, in fact, everything you had wanted from this experience. They were everything you ever wanted. And you couldn’t wait for next time.

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcannon #fred weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley drabble #george weasley smut #george weasley headcanon #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter smut

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 2 years

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reader and draco used to be married and they had a kid but they got a divorce for some reason (up to you). and like its super angsty and the kids try to get them back together and it works.

make it super soft, angsty, and....spicy....;)

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.7k

warning(s): 18+, ex husband!draco, mentions of divorce (obviously), mentions of miscarriage, angst, spice at the end, oral (female receiving) slight overstimulation

a/n: i love this little parent trap idea and it spiraled into one of my longest works on this blog yet. absolutely obsessed with this idea and i hope i did it justice.

“So you’re coming to my place for Christmas, right?” Scoripus, your son, asked right before he left your house a week before the day. “Dad won’t be there,” he added suspiciously.

“Of course I’ll be there,” you told him, as if you could ever say no to your son.

Turns out, the little sneak you call a son just happened to have the same conversation with his father, promising him you wouldn’t be in attendance on Christmas Day.

You should have known better. You both should have known better. Scoripus always got what he wanted from the two of you, neither of you ever having the heart to say no to your only child. And he was getting exactly what he wanted this Christmas: a small dinner shared by just the three of you. As if you were all a family again.

You hadn’t been for quite some time. Your divorce with Draco Malfoy was finalized a little over five years ago, right before Scorpius started his fifth year at Hogwarts. It had been a difficult decision for the both of you, still having love for each other, but it simply wasn’t working anymore with how busy both of your careers were. You both figured you were sparing the other any additional heartbreak, but it broke both of your hearts to leave each other.

And now you found yourself seeing the man you still loved for the first time since Scoripus’ graduation. Over three years had gone by, and every time you looked at him your heart still skipped a beat.

It was childish, you told yourself. Your relationship was long over, you told yourself. He was better off without you, you told yourself.

But you couldn’t help but notice he was sneaking glances of his own, his eyes trailing over your body with a hunger that you recognized all too well. With a longing that you knew was similar to your own.

You hadn’t been with anyone since the divorce, and based on the infrequent updates from your son, he hadn’t either. At least no one serious enough to tell his son about.

Just after dinner, Scoripus excused himself from the table to go get dessert together, insisting he would do it himself, leaving you and Draco in an awkward silence as you both sipped on your wine.

“How have you been?” Draco finally asked, turning his full attention to you.

You forgot how intense it was, having those piercing grey eyes solely focused on you. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest until you finally remembered that he was expecting an answer.

“Good,” you replied shortly. “You?”

“Good,” he answered, but he looked like he wanted to say more. You decided to just take his word for it, not wanting to pry.

“I’m assuming he told you I wouldn’t be here?” You finally settled on asking, feeling much more comfortable shifting part of the conversation onto your son. You knew that was something you could both talk about for hours, rather than fumbling your way through any more uncomfortable questions.

Draco chuckled before humming his agreement, but when he met your eye again he was serious. “He just wants his family back, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s the one thing we can’t give him.”

“I suppose not,” Draco said, sounding bitterly resigned, eyes falling to stare at the table cloth.

You studied him for a moment, and even though you knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help yourself. You knew you were flying by the seat of your pants, basing your statement on an afternoon's worth of observations, but you said it anyway.

“You sound like you don’t believe that.”

“Well, you sounded so sure of yourself. Don’t know why I’d argue with that,” he said, still not making eye contact with you.

“Draco,” you called gently, still speaking just low enough that your son couldn’t hear. “Look at me.”

It was a tense moment in which the both of you were so silent you could hear a pin drop, but when he finally looked at you, you could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. He was lonely, hopelessly lonely, and he was looking at you with the same eyes he always did, the eyes that were for you and you alone.

“You can’t seriously be suggesting that we get back together?” You asked, and the moment you felt your face form into a smile at the thought, you wiped it cautiously blank.

“I didn’t suggest anything.”

“You insinuated,” you replied, feeling stupid that the two of you were even having this conversation right now.

It was impossible and hopeless to even dream to have him back. Bridges were burned and you could never repair them. It was over. To even entertain these ideas was dangerous for your heart. Both of yours.

After another tense moment, you watched Draco finally snap. “You want to know the truth, Y/N?” He asked, a grim expression taking over his face.

You couldn’t even speak from the nerves, but he accepted your nod as an invitation to continue.

“The biggest mistake in my entire life was letting you walk out that door. I’ve missed you, and longed for you, and loved you every single day. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to go back in time and fight to make it work. To fight for you. I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will. But if that's not something you want, I’m not going to force it. And I’ll never bring it up again,” Draco confessed, his grey eyes trained on yours the entire time.

You could only stare at him for a moment, too stunned to speak. You rolled over his words in your head. It was everything you had been feeling for him these past five years. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh that was from pure shock.

Almost immediately, he averted his eyes from yours and looked down at his fidgeting hands. You choked down your laughter in order to collect your thoughts before you let your mouth open again.

“I’m not laughing at you, Draco,” you told him earnestly. “It’s just-,” this time you couldn’t help but chuckle, “we’re a pair of idiots.”

He looked up and raised his brow at you, practically begging you to continue.

“I- I’ve felt the same way, for these past five years. It will always be my biggest regret, leaving our marriage. You’re the only person for me, and there hasn’t been anyone else since. I- I just miss you,” you told him honestly, no other words to describe other than you missed him, and your marriage, desperately.

A shy smile grew on his face, one you rarely ever saw throughout the years, and you knew he was just as nervous as you were. Nervous to face the possibility of having this again. Nervous that it would only end in more heartbreak.

“After dessert, come home with me? We- we need to talk about this without a potential eavesdropper in the next room,” he asked, a fondness you missed creeping into his face at the thought of you going home with him. To the home you two had shared together for nearly twenty years before you left it behind.

“Okay,” you replied with a genuine smile, just in time for Scoripus to reappear in the doorway, suspiciously smug. Whether it was because of how proud he was of his homemade desserts, or because he overheard something, neither of you could tell.

~~~

“You haven’t changed a single thing,” you said in shock, walking through the halls of Malfoy Manor for the first time in five years.

“I - I couldn’t bring myself to. And there was no real reason to, besides,” Draco replied, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks at his admission.

You couldn’t help the fond smile you gave him. Watching him blush like when he did back in your school days as an adult was not something you were used to, but it left you smitten nonetheless.

You both walked through the winding halls aimlessly, talking and talking until the sun went down. You talked about all the fond memories; Scorpius taking his first steps in the sitting room, meeting his parents in the grand dining hall, him proposing to you on the balcony. You talked about the problems, too; multiple miscarriages that left you both grieving, different beliefs in how best to raise Scorpius (although he turned out just fine, it had never been fully addressed), and finally, the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back, mutual stress from work that led to the end of your marriage.

It was relief and despair and flirtation and optimistic hope all in one. It felt good in equal measure to talk about the good and the bad - reminiscing on the good moments that left you feeling more in love with each other than you had ever been, while finally tackling problems neither of you had the nerve to address before. But you both knew you had to, if this was ever going to work a second time.

You didn’t even notice when it happened, but at some point during your long walk and talk, your arm had intertwined with his and you were tucked neatly against his side, taking every step in tandem with him. And you were equally unsure when you arrived at the doors of your, now just his, bedroom.

He turned to you, seeming to decide whether or not he should ask what he was about to. But he let his impulsiveness get the better of him for once, feeling as if he was on such a high that he better do it now or he never would.

“Stay the night with me?” He asked quietly, almost unsure, searching your face for any reaction. “We - it- I don’t mean it like that, I just want you to spend the night,” he added, stuttering slightly from the lack of reaction he got from you.

“Draco,” you said slowly, and you could see him tense. Deciding to put him out of his misery early, you impulsively added, “You know if we walk through the doors, it’s going to be exactly ‘like that’.”

“Is that a yes?” He asked, a smirk growing on his face to match your own.

You didn’t even answer him, just turned and marched through the doors as if you owned the place. In a way you did. You could still feel your magic pulsing in the halls, leftover from the protective wards you had placed upon this very house yourself after your marriage. You could still see every piece of furniture you handpicked for the house, Draco never having the courage to change what you had built. And you made this barren manor into a home again after the war, making it a place for a family.

The bedroom was exactly how you left it as well, despite Draco having changed the sheets on the bed. He hadn’t moved anything, not even your wedding portrait that hung on the left wall. You couldn’t help but shoot him a questioning look when you saw it, leaving him blushing once more.

The proof was in front of you - he had never moved on and neither had you. You were both still as hopelessly in love as the day you got married. And although he said that there were no expectations if you stayed the night, you knew exactly what you wanted as he stalked over to you.

He abruptly stopped in front of you, his hand hovering so close to your side you could tell it was almost painful for him to hold back. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly, taking in every detail on your face.

“More sure than I’ve been about anything in a long time, Draco,” you told him with a confident smile. “Take me to bed.”

You said it with such flirtation that he had no room to misinterpret you. And he did not disappoint.

Immediately, his lips were on yours. It was the first kiss you had shared in over five years, and the first one quite like this for even longer.

He devoured you with his mouth, putting every ounce of pent up emotion into it. You could feel his lust bleeding out right along with the love, longing, and pain with every move of his lips. It wasn't long until his tongue was moving against yours and he was pushing you backwards until your legs hit the bed, forcing you to tumble down on to it.

You clutched at his arms on your way down, making sure he stayed as close to you as humanly possible. Soon enough, you both got frustrated with the layers between you and began tearing at each other's clothes, not bothering to stop even when you heard the rips and tears of the garments.

The moment you were naked below him, he pulled back just to stare at you. You didn’t have it in you to act shy, you knew you still looked good.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remembered,” Draco said, and he couldn’t even hold back the desperate breathlessness in his voice. The way he was looking at you made you feel like a goddess, an unstoppable force against his intense grey stare.

And him. He had aged like fine wine in the five years you had spent apart. You weren’t sure if it was just because you hadn’t seen him like this in quite some time - achingly hard and desperate for you - or if he really just looked that damn good, but you weren’t complaining.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk, forcing yourself upwards so you could drag him into another kiss.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, never once breaking the kiss, and brought his body down to press against yours. The second he pulled back, you could see the hunger in his eyes, the desperate need to have you pouring off of him in waves.

Without a word, he hoisted you up so you were fully on the bed before crawling up in between your legs and spreading you open.

“I’ve wanted this everyday for the past five fucking years, Y/N. Since the day we started courting I’ve thought of no one but you. I love you, darling. It’s always been you. Only ever you,” he said softly, stroking your thighs as he spoke.

The anticipation was building inside your body, but his words had your eyes watering. You stared down at him for a moment, looking close to worshiping between your legs, and you were absolutely floored by the rare display of vulnerability he had displayed all day. It was a marvel to watch, and you were so grateful that this second chance got presented to you when it did.

“I love you too, Draco. So much. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about you,” you replied earnestly, keeping it short because you knew your voice was close to wobbling.

He didn’t give you a chance to wallow in your emotions though, because he gave you a deceiving soft smile before his tongue was connected to your clit. He worked you perfectly, as if he still had everything about your body memorized. If his performance was anything to go by; he did.

It wasn’t long until your back was arching, your fingers buried in his platinum hair, his name on your lips as you climaxed on his tongue. The nerves and anticipation from the whole day left your body as you came undone, completely lax on the bed and just waiting to be fucked into the next dimension by your perfect man.

But he didn’t stop there. One orgasm was simply not enough for him apparently, because his tongue never stopped even as you were writhing and squirming and begging on the bed. “Settle down, darling. Just one more. I’ve missed this so much,” he said, his voice several octaves deeper than the last time you heard it.

You mumbled out a few choice curses, but he only chuckled and continued on his mission to make you the luckiest woman in England.

He purposefully dragged this one out, making absolute sure he had his fill of you before this was all over. You were dizzy as your orgasm drew closer, your head spinning and your breath nothing more than pants in between moans. Every time you lifted your head up from the pillows to look at him, he was staring at you with a gaze so intense it made you blush. The man you had been with for nearly twenty years was still making you blush - it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so intense.

You came with a moan that was close to a scream, his tongue and fingers working you through it effortlessly. He finally, fucking finally, pulled away with a satisfied grin across his face. You had an urge to smack him almost as much as you did to pounce on him and fuck him.

As if he could read your mind he said, “Don’t look at me like that. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did, darling.”

You rolled your eyes, but he didn’t pay it any mind as he positioned himself on top of you, the tip of his cock resting against your heated, wet skin. You couldn’t help but rut your hips up against his, his cock dragged across your cunt in a way that made you both moan.

In an impulsive move that screamed ‘fuck it’, Draco plunged his cock inside of you until he was to the hilt. Your entire body shook at the intrusion, a scream you couldn’t hold back flying out of your mouth from the blinding pleasure.

“I’m sorry, fuck. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you, darling?” Draco asked quickly, pulling back to look at your face.

“No, no,” you panted out, forcing your soul to come back to your body to stop his panic. “Feels so good, Draco.”

“Thank Merlin. I really don’t think I can hold back,” he said, his hips already slowly beginning to move against you.

“Don’t,” you said simply, wanting everything and anything this man had to give you.

He stared down at you for one breathless moment before losing himself inside of you like a man possessed. In all your years together, you couldn’t recount a time where the sex had felt quite like this.

Every emotion inside the both of you was so pent up it was rolling out in waves, making the air thick with your lust, your passion, your longing, your pain. Your bodies moved together as if it were a well rehearsed dance, every move growing and building the pressure inside of you. The noises in the room were a symphony born of love, every moan and whimper from your mouth encouraging a groan out of his.

You were shaking as you neared your third climax for the night. Your body was restless beneath his, aching for your release, but he took your hands in his and pinned you to the bed with his body, forcing you to take every last thrust he had to give you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

You barely managed a reply as your orgasm slammed into you at his words, but you practically screamed back “I love you,” as he continued to pound into you.

Your world was reduced down to just the two of you, in the bed you had shared for years and years, your bodies pressed together as close as they possibly could be. You felt him work through his own release after a groan of your name, only prolonging the intense pleasure of yours. You clung to him, knowing your nails were biting into his skin, but also knowing that the feeling only spurred him on.

Finally, he collapsed on the bed beside you, immediately pulling you towards him and tucking you neatly into his side. His fingers gently trailed over your arms, unwilling to stop touching you even if the two of you were tired down to your bones.

“Tonight was perfect,” you suddenly blurted, as if this had been a planned thing.

“It was,” Draco agreed easily, and you knew he wore a smile on his face the same as you. You were both quiet for a moment until he suddenly said, “Stay.”

“I thought we already agreed I was spending the night,” you chuckled.

“I meant forever,” he said quietly, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his shallow breath.

“Oh I, um, I hadn’t thought that far,” you replied nervously, unsure how to respond to his new request.

A million thoughts took over your tired mind. Could you two actually make it work this time? Was the possibility of going through that heartbreak all over again worth it? You loved him just as much as you always had, but the possibility of it not working was utterly terrifying. And Scorpius. How would he react? How would you even tell him? How would he feel if-

“Y/N,” Draco cut off your swirling thoughts, rearranging himself so he could look at you properly. “Breathe, darling. We don’t have to decide anything right this second. I just- After our conversation earlier, we both learned a lot from the first time around and we know exactly what went wrong. We could make this work. At least, I think we could.”

The moment you looked into his eyes, all your panic dissipated. He- This- Yes. Yes was the only word that could come to mind as you stared into his eyes. You wanted this second chance more than anything, fears be damned, and you could make this work come hell or high water.

“I think we could make it work, too,” you agreed, a shy smile coming to your face.

And you truly believed it. There might be difficult moments, but knowing exactly what went wrong the first time would keep you both accountable. And neither of you wanted to experience the heartbreak of being apart again, especially when you both knew the other was the only person in the world for you, so it would be difficult for either of you to do anything to jeopardize this second chance.

“So?” Draco asked exaggeratedly, his eyebrow arched dramatically and a grin that could put the Cheshire Cat’s to shame slowly spread across his face.

“So I’ll stay,” you agreed, your cheeks hurting from your own large smile. “Forever.”

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