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Like a midsummer storm

Draco Malfoy x reader ( no use of y/n )

Dealing with the aftermath of the second Wizarding War.

People state the battlefield is the hardest aspect of war. It’s not. It’s the aftermath.

The moment you step foot at home. When everything kicks in. The silence that could slice a throat. No one dares to speak. An overwhelming silence prevails.

The shower was dreadful. Seeing the blood of her school mates that she desperately tried to heal in vain going down the drain. As the dirt washes off your body you feel dirtier than ever. The freezing water is the only thing that keeps you alert. Anchoring you to reality. Exiting the shower she stares at the stranger in the mirror. In a battlefield you have barely a moment to sink in what’s happening. The adrenaline is too high. The voices. The screams. The spells hitting the stones, ruining the walls once called home. Now painted with pain and grief. It’s when the silence hits than you have to face everything. All that blood. All that death.

The only thing that kept her from loosing it was the blond already sleeping on the bed. Hair still damp. Under eyes more tired than ever, a statement of war. They were drained. His lips were cracked and blue. He was dehydrated. He still looked like an angel. His steady breathing was like a warm hug. He was alive. They were alive and safe. Weren’t they? Panic started to creep into her veins as she desperately looked for her wand. Stormed out of the room to check the protective wards on the house. Just to be sure. What if they were coming for him? What if they wanted revenge? What if… Took her hours to inspect the house and strengthen the wards of the big property. (A big waste of time)

The breeze of the sea was hitting her directly on the face, stinging on the little cuts. She could still smell the dark magic in the air. It was drowning her.

“Where were you?” Draco asked, his tiredness evident in his calm voice. A voice she could never get enough of.

“Just outside. Here drink this.” She sat at the edge of the bed offering him a goblet of water. “You’re dehydrated.” He frowned, confused, but too tired to complain.

“Where were you?”

“Draco I was outside. I- I was just checking the wards.” She said while walking to the windows to inspect the outside. Again. The waves of the sea kept getting bigger and bigger, splashing against the shore. Everyone felt that way. Like a sea storm in the middle of summer. But with a dreadful silence. Or at least, she felt that way. “We’re safe. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. Come in bed, love.”

“I’m not afraid for me; I’m afraid for you.” She spat while still gazing the immensity outside. The property was huge. Everything felt… dead “What if they want revenge? What if some of the Death Eaters who escaped want to kill you? Want to come for you or your mom and dad. I -I just ….” She was on verge of tears now. She knew deep down that she was just paranoid. (And crazy)

Draco got up, embracing her body from behind. “No one’s coming here. I love you. No one’s gonna take me from you anymore. I promised you. I’m all yours. Forever. I love you. Come to bed.” While leaving soft kisses on her cheeks and neck. His touch was so soft.

They slowly drifted to sleep, embracing each other. His face on the crook of her neck. “I love you too.” He drifted slowly back to sleep, while she kept him tight in her arms like she was scared Draco would vanish in thin air and kept glancing at her wand on the table. Thinking it was way too far.

[cherrie511]

take what you need from me

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: smut, toxic relationship, 18+

song rec: house of balloons, the weeknd

MINORS DNI

a/n: coming back from the dead to post this random one-shot that’s been sitting in my notes for a while. blonde tom blythe has me going absolutely feral these days he’s giving very much draco malfoy.

Malfoy was spiralling.

His breathing was already shallow and erratic as he barged into his room. He ran a hand through his hair before tearing off his heavy outer robes and stifling tie, turning his focus over to her.

She knew he was spiralling. She had heard the rumours about the ill-fated branding on his left forearm. And so she knelt on the vast 4 poster in the plain bra and panties she got off the train with, delicate and sweet, waiting to be used.

Storm filled eyes lingered on the soft unmarred tops of her thighs. He devoured her in a bruising kiss before pulling back with hungry desperation and a question in his eyes.

“Take what you need from me,” she breathed.

In an instant her body was bare and vulnerable underneath his hard gaze. Heat pooled between her hips at his intensity. She knew what was coming.

He kept his unbuttoned shirt on, one last layer of armour between his malignant tattoo and her innocent eyes. Goosebumps rose on her arms at the clink of his belt on the stone floor.

Their bodies sought each other out in the semi darkness as he dragged her to the edge of the massive bed.

He was at her entrance for an instant before plunging into her depths with no warning, earning a sharp cry.

Holding her hips like an anchor to the world, he pressed searing kisses and bites over the tops of her breasts.

She could taste his desperation in the air as he plunged into her over and over, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

The vulgar sounds of their bodies filled the room, punctuated by her soft moans and his ragged breathing.

His strokes got wilder and more desperate before finally taking his release with a groan.

She should feel dirty and defiled, with angry love bites blooming over her breasts and her cunt filled and tired.

But she didn’t. She pulled his head to her chest, ran fingers through his silver-blond locks, pretended not to notice the shine in his eyes, and steadied her heartbeat so he could steady his hitched breathing.

How sickeningly beautiful it was to be used like a drug, to be needed in this way.

She wanted him to use her. She wanted her body to serve an an escape from the psychological torture that plagued his ancestral home.

Minutes passed without feeling like minutes.

His lips headed south until he could breath an apology against her most sensitive parts. He placed chaste kisses along her slit, testing the waters before giving away to wet open mouthed ones in the place she needed them most.

He kissed her there the same way he’d kissed her lips hundreds of times before: slow, sensual, filled with promise.

She tasted so fucking good, and shame and possessiveness rose up in him as he tasted himself in her depths as well.

Why did he cope by releasing bitterness into this sweet creature? Why did she let him?

Forcing himself to focus, he stopped gorging on her like a starved man and began constraining his movements into precision.

Her cries and gasps motivated his movements, his tongue zeroing in on the spot that made her flinch and gasp his name.

Her knuckles were as white as the sheets they were grasping before his hand sought hers and held them like a vice, unphased when her nails bit angry red crescents into his pale skin and her other hand tangled into his hair.

He almost felt guilty for enjoying this.

The building pleasure returned and it wasn’t long before she was at the brink again, ready to fall into oblivion.

The last time they were in this position his mouth lazily teased her for hours, pushing her close to the edge before pulling back and listening to her screams of frustration with sick satisfaction.

But he was not in the position to be stingy tonight. Her heady moans rose in pitch and volume and he gave her everything he could, tongue and fingers dancing.

Her head was thrown back, hair a wild halo on his pillow, spine arched with pleasure as he kissed her heat deeply and guided her through her orgasm, not stopping until she was panting in exhaustion and he could feel the tiny shocks his movements caused on her oversensitive clit as she pushed him away.

Pressing one last deceptively chaste kiss on her mound, his mouth rose to find hers, her cheeks flushing impossibly deeper to the taste of her sweet on his tongue, still catching her breath after her earth shattering orgasm.

More minutes passed before she got up on still-shaking legs and moved to redress. She knew the drill. He’d fuck his problems away, and she’d take them and leave as he nodded off in an elusive peaceful slumber.

But tonight, a pale hand grabbed her wrist. Gently. She turned and found his usually guarded eyes filled with raw vulnerability.

“Stay. Please.”

“… Okay.”

[cherrie511]

silver lining.

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

song inspiration: bathroom by montell fish.

author's note: this is just filth. don't imagine draco looking at you like the cover picture when you're on your knees for him. don't do it.

The rosewood door clicked shut as Draco hastily ushered you inside. Your heels echoed against the marble tile, the train of your velvet dress kissing the floor as you faced your boyfriend with anticipation.

Beyond the lavish bathroom, the sounds of the soirée filtered through the packed halls of Malfoy Manor. Nearly everyone who was anyone in the upper echelons of society was present for tonight’s festivities, which meant that you were supposed to be on your best behavior.

A task that you so arduously failed the second you caught sight of Draco. 

In truth, you couldn’t be blamed. Your boyfriend had no business looking that delectable. When he greeted you at the door earlier that night, you nearly swooned. The suit that adorned his body was perfectly tailored, showing off his lithe and lean frame. It cinched at his midsection, sending your gaze further down and letting your imagination run wild with images of you wrapping your legs around his trim waist. The deep navy color accentuated his silver eyes and they flashed like streaks of lightning as his gaze descended on you. 

Mischief danced on his features as Draco indulged in the sight of you, his gaze snagging on your curves, perfectly hugged by velvet fabric that matched the color of his suit. The dress was delivered to your door early that morning along with the diamonds that dripped from your ears and fingers. The pièce de résistance, a gorgeous sapphire necklace, hung proudly around your neck. It was easily recognizable as a Malfoy family heirloom. One that Narcissa had worn out and about in countless society events. Draco’s message was clear. He intended to make you a Malfoy soon enough.

The note that accompanied the necklace said as much. Your boyfriend simply wrote: A jewel for my jewel. See you tonight, my future wife as though he hadn't splurged a year's worth of wages on the dress alone. To Draco, money wasn't an object. Not if it meant making you happy.

As the Malfoys welcomed your family into the manor, Draco swept you in by your waist. He caressed your cheek, the cold bite of his rings kissing your skin as his fingers slipped down to wrap around your neck possessively. 

“You look ravishing, darling.” Draco said as he pressed a chaste peck against your lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, likely for the benefit of your parents. You doubted that Draco’s usual affections for you would be deemed appropriate in their eyes. Your boyfriend seemed to know this too because he smirked, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I can’t wait to rip this dress to shreds tonight.” 

That little comment ignited a fire within you. As the night progressed, you couldn’t stop staring at your boyfriend. Thinking of all the filthy things you’d rather be doing in his bedroom instead of paying attention to the millionth what a beautiful couple you make or how refreshing it is to see young love at work comments that various guests showered you with. You already knew that you and Draco were the perfect couple. He repeated this sentiment to you every day. Not just with words, but with his actions as well. 

Draco was possessive in every sense of the word. Like his namesake, there was a dragon underneath that handsome face, hoarding his most prized possession—you—with unmatched devotion. Your boyfriend showered you with affection and you loved every second of it. Selfish as it was, you weren’t well pleased at the prospect of sharing his attention even for a few hours. You were utterly spoiled, to be sure. But Draco had made you that way. 

By the time that dinner started, food was the last thing on your mind. You probably would’ve been more well-behaved if your friends were present to help take your mind off of things, but traitors that they were, they had left you all alone to simmer in your sinful thoughts. Pansy and Blaise were off on holiday in the Maldives while Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo disappeared soon after their required appearances. Knowing the boys, they were probably in the gardens getting higher than a hippogriff. 

You felt envious. The last thing you wanted to do was sit through a stuffy dinner, smiling cordially at the high profile guests around you and acting like the prim and proper aristocrat that your parents raised you to be. Draco was certainly faring better than you at the moment. The charm and confidence came naturally to him. He leaned back against his wingback chair, sipping red wine and conversing with the Minister of Magic like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Through the crystal glass, you examined him with a smile. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back and not a single strand was out of place. Silver rings adorned his knuckles, which were loosely curled around his wine glass. You couldn’t help but think that his fingers would look better wrapped around your neck, but perhaps that was the alcohol talking. 

Draco licked his lips, which were now stained a pretty crimson color. You wondered if he'd taste like wine when you kissed him, which you couldn't wait to do. Kiss, lick, suck. All over. Every single inch. You flushed as Draco's gaze trailed over to you. A sly smirk curled against his lips as he leaned in. 

“Darling, is everything alright? You’ve barely touched your food and yet you look absolutely ravenous.” His cold breath tickled your cheek. “Hungry for something else, are we?” 

A devious expression flickered through his features as your cheeks heated. Your boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing. He was being a tease, plain and simple. 

“What if I am, Draco?” you replied, placing your hand on his thigh. Draco’s breath hitched as he looked down at your perfectly manicured hand. 

His voice was low and husky, tinged with need. “You can devour me all you’d like after this dinner, princess.” 

“You know I’ve never been patient.” You pouted, causing Draco to chuckle lightly. “And I’ve been waiting all night.” 

Draco chuckled darkly, patting your hand. “Behave, darling. I promise to reward you after.” 

You weren’t satisfied with that answer. Draco was determined to leave it at that, but you had other ideas. Dating him meant that no wasn’t really in your vernacular. Draco doted on you, spoiled you beyond belief, and most importantly, he never made you wait. You were used to getting what you wanted, when you wanted. Tonight would be no different. 

As Draco returned to his conversation with the minister, you busied yourself with the guests around you. The Greengrass sisters were gushing about the dresses you had all picked out for the Yule Ball, while their parents commented on your recent charity work. You took it all in stride, accepting each compliment gracefully while inching your hand higher up Draco’s leg. 

Lucius had joined the conversation, bragging about Draco’s most recent accomplishments. Narcissa smiled fondly at her beloved son. 

“We’re quite proud of our Draco,” she said with a smile. The older woman looked positively regal and intimidating as always, but there was a warmth to her as she turned in your direction. “Especially since he’s brought the wonderful Y/N into our lives. If he plays his cards right, then we may be adding another Malfoy to our midst soon. Though I already think of her as a daughter.” 

You beamed. “Thank you, Cissy.” 

Draco cleared his throat as you inched your hand higher, toying with the seam of his pants. The minister was none the wiser as he turned his attention towards the both of you. 

“You two make a very handsome couple indeed.” 

You flashed the minister a charming smile as you palmed Draco through his trousers. He was hard as a rock and positively delicious against your palm. You rubbed over him slowly, making him jolt from the contact. “Do you hear that, Draco? Why, I think we have the minister’s approval.” 

Your boyfriend nearly spilled his glass of wine when you squeezed him between your fingers. 

The minister furrowed his brows in concern. “Are you quite alright, Mr. Malfoy?” 

“Splendid,” Draco replied through gritted teeth. “Though I just recalled, Y/N and I must check up on dessert. She needs to practice if she’s to be lady of the manor soon.” 

Draco subtly removed your hand from his lap. Ever the perfect gentleman, he stood up and gallantly offered you his arm. “Shall we, darling?” 

Hiding your smirk was nearly impossible. Though he appeared calm and collected, you knew Draco well enough to clock the tick in his jaw. Your boyfriend was pissed. This was further confirmed by the silence that followed as he escorted you through the halls of Malfoy Manor. Not a single word or glance was spared in your direction. 

Instead, Draco opened the door to the bathroom and watched as you ducked inside. Before you could even speak, Draco pushed you against the door. One hand wrapped around your throat while the other gripped your waist. 

His silver eyes flashed with anger. “You want to tell me what that was back there, princess?”

The anger radiating off of him in waves awakened a sick sort of thrill within you. You lifted your chin defiantly, nearly putting a crick in your neck as you glanced up at Draco. Every in your tallest heels, he still towered a good foot over you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Draco. It’s not my fault that you’re all hot and bothered over a simple touch.” 

“A simple touch?” He asked, quirking a pale brow at you. From his tone, you could tell that his patience was wearing thin. “Darling, you were practically clawing at my trousers. In front of our parents. In front of the bloody minister. Are you so desperate for me that you couldn’t wait until the end of the night?” 

“What if I was? What are you going to do about it, Draco?” 

He flashed you in irritated glare. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, my love. You know better than to test my patience.” 

“Oh, but it’s so much fun.” 

“Is it? Well, it isn’t fun for me.” Draco grabbed your hand and ran it over his length. “Do you feel that? You’ve caused this problem, darling. By acting like a needy little slut all night and riling me up. Now you’re going to fix it.” 

“And if I say no?” 

Draco squeezed your throat so hard that your air supply was momentarily cut off. “Then I’ll just have to put you in your place.”

You smiled. This was exactly what you wanted. Draco clocked your satisfied little smirk. “Don’t think I don’t see that smile. You think you’ve won, don’t you? Well, you won’t be smiling once I fuck you throat until you’re crying and begging me to stop. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to talk for days, let alone grin.” 

“It would be a genuine pleasure, Dray.” 

“Such a smart mouth on you, hm?” Draco released you from his hold and stared down at you with a menacing grin. “Get on your fucking knees, princess. It's about time you remembered your place."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. You were so turned on that you could barely breathe. As you knelt on the cold tile, Draco unbuckled his belt. You looked up through your lashes with a lust filled gaze as he freed his cock from the constraints of his meticulously pressed trousers. Draco pumped himself and the sight made you groan with need. You tried to reach for him, but he swatted your hand away. 

When you whined, Draco responded by taking fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head back. “Open your mouth like the pretty little whore that I know you are.”

Without warning, Draco shoved his fingers into your mouth. You whined, wanting much more than just his digits. He tilted your head back, those silver eyes flashing with irritation at your bratty behavior.

"You think I'd give you my cock without making you work for it first?" He asked with a sneer. "Show me that you can handle my fingers and maybe I'll let you suck me off. I'd like to see if you can still mouth off to me with your lips wrapped around my cock, you fucking brat."

You moaned in response, peering up at him through your lashes as you sucked on his fingers. Draco watched hungrily as you flicked your tongue over his silver rings and wrapped your lips around the Malfoy family crest. He hissed as you coated his digits with saliva, letting him gag you with his long fingers while you gazed lovingly up at him.

"Look at you. You're fucking filthy, darling. Putting on a show for me, hm?" Draco laughed when you nodded eagerly. "I bet you're soaked, princess. So turned on and all I've done is gag you with my fingers. You're such a whore, aren't you?"

You looked up at him and smiled, kissing the tips of his fingers. "Only for you, Draco."

This seemed to please you boyfriend because he leaned down and rewarded you with a sloppy kiss. With a hand around your throat, Draco slipped his tongue into your mouth and groaned when you sucked on it.

"Come on then, darling. Let me fuck that pretty throat."

You swallowed thickly, your lips barely parting before Draco shoved his way in. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat with a sharp thrust. He groaned and picked up the pace. There was no precursor. No gentleness. This was just Draco selfishly abusing your throat for his own pleasure and you loved every second of it.

Draco held nothing back. While he was quite domineering in bed, you’ve never seen him unleashed like this. Your boyfriend was feral, roughly fucking into your throat like it was his god given right. Tears and snot quickly covered your face as he rutted into your mouth over and over again. You were slobbering all over him, leaving lipstick marks all over his cock. 

With a particular sharp thrust, Draco flashed you a vicious smile. The hand that wasn't gripping the back of your head tugged the straps of your dress off of your shoulders. He pulled the fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You hissed as he roughly squeezed your tits, alternating between them with equal attention. He flicked his thumb over your stiffened peaks and hit the back of your throat with brutal force. You cried out, your words nothing but an incoherent stream of pleading and pleasure.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? You talked up such a big game, but now you’re crying like a desperate little slut. Oh, you can’t take any more? Am I bruising your pretty little throat? Well, too bad. You asked for it by acting like such a fucking brat. Now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

You moaned at his words, making him throw his head back at the vibrations. His perfectly coiffed hair was now a mess. Platinum locks framed his handsome face, looking like some unholy angel. He panted and moaned, signaling his release. Draco pulled out and positioned the tip of his cock onto your tongue. 

“Swallow, darling. Every single fucking drop.” 

You were shaken. Your knees ached. Your throat was definitely sore. But it was all worth it to watch your boyfriend come apart above you. Draco’s lips parted, releasing an animalistic groan as he spilled onto your tongue. His eyelids fluttered as he came, those pretty silver eyes rolling back until they disappeared. 

Draco looked down, watching intently as you flashed him the load he’d emptied into your mouth before you swallowed obediently. He smiled proudly. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

He picked you up off of the floor and kissed you, groaning when he tasted himself on your lips. Compared to his earlier actions, the kiss was rather affectionate and endearing. After you had a chance to catch your breath, Draco cleaned you up. With a quick incantation, he vanished the evidence, wiping away the snot, tears, and mascara until you appeared pristine again. 

Draco smiled, wrapping a possessive hand around your throat as he kissed your forehead. You whimpered at the slight pressure. 

“Poor baby, but you had it coming. Told you I’d ruin your throat.” Your boyfriend murmured, trailing kisses down your neck. “Have you learned your lesson, darling?” 

Your voice sounded rough and scratchy when you spoke. “Mhm, I learned that I should make you mad more often. That was so fucking hot, Draco.” 

Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless, princess. But I love you anyway. Now come on, let’s get back to dinner before anyone suspects the ungodly things I’ve just done to you. If you’re good, maybe I’ll make you see heaven later.” 

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll hold you to that, Draco.”

[cherrie511]

Draco Malfoy and Pizza

Request: Draco trying pizza for the first time. How you think that would go down?  @awesomevietnamesepeople

Hi! I haven’t posted a fic in SO long! This was requested almost a month ago and it took a really long time to finish because school’s been crazy. Hope you like it :) Also, the first quote is from the movie The Notebook, and I don’t own it- all rights to the owners.

Warning: Mentions of implied smut, but I kept it pretty PG.

“Do you think in another life, I could have been a bird?”              

“What do you mean?”

“Like reincarnation.

“I don't know.

“I think I could. Say I'm a bird.

“No. …Don't do it!”

“Say I'm a bird.”

“Stop it. You're not.”

“Say it!”

“You're a bird.”

“Yeah. Now say you're a bird too.”

“If you're a bird, I'm a bird.”

  A cheesy muggle movie played on the TV, almost completely unnoticed by the wizard couple tangled up together on the couch.

  (Y/N) shifted in her fiancé’s lap so that it was easier for their lips to dance together. He groaned as she twisted her fingers onto his ice-blond strands and pulled her even closer.

  When Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walked in on their son and future daughter-in-law in a …compromising position for the fourth time at Malfoy Manor, Draco and (Y/N) knew it was time to leave the nest.

  They’d settled into their spacious but expensive penthouse in the heart of muggle London some months ago, and both loved the privacy it granted. Living in the muggle world enabled them to escape the intrusive wizards who still hounded former-Death-Eater Draco Malfoy after the war.

  Every Friday was date night. Last week, it had been Draco’s turn to pick an activity. He’d decided to Apparate to Paris, France and treat (Y/N) one of the finest restaurants the city of love had to offer. The couple had burned some of the calories back at home with a more… carnal form of exercise.

  Tonight was (Y/N)’s turn. She’d noticed the exhaustion weighing down her fiancé’s features as he came home from work at the Ministry that day, and decided to forgo her elaborate plans in favour of a more relaxed evening at home. What was it that muggles called it?

  Oh, yes. Netflix and chill.

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A Drop in the Ocean~Newt Scamander x Mermaid!Reader

A/N: WOO I’m back guys (before I disappear on mini hiatus again) Not going to lie this was 1) a really fun imagine to write and 2) it was way longer than intended and most importantly 3) Newt Scamander is literally the greatest fuck I missed writing for him.I tried to make this as general as I could in terms of the reader.*gif not mine

Also, would you guys want to see a part two or an expansion of this at all? I’m honestly considering doing another part to this

Request: could I request a Newt x mermaid Reader fic?

Warnings: slight references to death, pain, and minor torture. Tiny mention of blood.Some instances of panic and anxiety. Emotions everywhere. It’s got angst but I SWEAR THERE’S FLUFF

feedback, likes, and reblogs always appreciated :)

Enjoy!

A cool breeze swirled with the scent of salt and provided some relief from the suns warm rays. Positioned behind an old wooden post, you carefully watched the movement of a figure above through the cracks of the dock. Your (insert color choice) tail maneuvered through the water as silently as you could as you continued to follow the footsteps and shadow from above. Several emotions jumbled around in your head. You were anxious, your heart was beating fast, but you were also curious and feeling inquisitive. However, this wasn’t an entirely new situation for you.

You remember when humans would come to this part of the cove during the summer months to swim and play along the beach, smiling and collecting shells as the sun fell down back behind the horizon. Though you remember those happy and fascinating times of watching the young humans play about, you also remembered the times when the humans caught sight of your pod members swimming about, and as a result, they populated the area.

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♡ Draco Malfoy Fic Recs ♡

I tried to refrain from posting newer fics becuase they are much easier for readers to find than a lot of the stuff i have down below lol. This is a list of hidden gems i have found and it will continue to grow as i keep going back to my saved likes :)

f l u f f

Because I Had You | @swellwriting

Clandestine Meetings | @mxl-foy

Enemies by Association | @panda-noosh

Fire and Powder | @bubble-tea-bunny

Ice Skating | @cherrie511

Jacaranda | @lupinlongbottom

My Only Valentine | @lvmosity

Out of the Loop | @durmstrange

Princess | @gryffvndors

Softie | @harringtons-imagines

Truce | @drawlfoy

a n g s t

Cherry | @prongsies

Fatal Flaw | @wizardwritings

Forbidden Relationship | @valwritesx

Ghost | @spenseradamswelker

Ghost of You | @slytherinsunrise

No Angel | @war-sword

Plainsong | @acciodracoo

Somebody Else | @malfoymuch

s p i c e

Girls Night, Love Bites | @war-sword

First Time | @spenseradamswelker

Smells Like Sex | @afeb

Sneaking Off | @devynwright-writesimagines

Yellow | @solllaris

[cherrie511]

Imagine

The thought of post quidditch inter-house parties in the winning house’s common room just fills me with so much longing like UGH imagine dancing to a mix of muggle and wizard dance music from that time with teens drunk on firewhiskey and house pride and couples getting together and breaking up. Imagine people randomly hooking up or spilling the latest tea and whichever house lost getting over it and being dragged into the fray to get lit. Imagine Hermione fretting about getting caught but eventually being persuaded to relax by Ron while Harry and Ginny eye each other from across the room and end up sneaking off to an empty corridor late at night. Imagine Luna doing an adorably unconventional dance, completely oblivious to odd looks being shot at her. Imagine Draco brooding and being all sexy in a corner sipping a firewhiskey and surveying the crowd while his slytherin posse sits around him. Imagine people from all houses passed out on couches or the floor by 3am like a giant sleepover. Imagine half of the students groaning about a wicked hangover the next morning while the other half who either held their alcohol or know how to tolerate it shake their heads and giggle as they help them with getting back to their own dorms. Imagine the halls of Hogwarts being empty that day as everyone sleeps it off and not seeing a soul until dinner, where everyone raves about how insane last night was. Like… just imagine. I wanna go to Hogwarts guys :’)

[cherrie511]

Currently reading the iconic hbp harry x draco bathroom duel scene while listening to makeout jams

[cherrie511]

Enemies by Association {Draco Malfoy x Reader}

Words: 7.6k

Summary: Sometimes you don’t really know what you and Draco are meant to be. 

Genre: angst (?)

Notes: support my writing or ask me about commissions! - what the FUCK is this, Aticus?! 

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  “What the bloody hell are you doing here? 

   The voice strikes you almost immediately like a blow to the back of the skull. Already in a gruesome mood, the shrill tones of Draco Malfoy does nothing to make this night any better.

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Summary: Short drabble about Draco and Reader struggling with new baby together.

(Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she registered muffled crying from the nursery. She rubbed her face, glancing at the clock opposite the large bed she was nestled in. It read just past three in the morning.

Biting her lip, she looked over at her husband’s sleeping form, his platinum hair reflecting moonlight filtering through their window. Even unconscious, he looked as exhausted as she felt. Between the new baby and working long hours at the Ministry, (Y/N) knew how sleep deprived Draco had to be.

She sighed and swung her feet over the side of the bed, deciding to deal with it herself. After all, a crying Scorpius was nothing new.

Hell, this was the fourth time tonight.

She shuffled down the hall to the sweet mint themed nursery they’d commissioned and closed the door behind her. Four-month old Scorpius screamed and cried in his crib, begging his parents for attention.

(Y/N) gently lifted her son out of bed, whispering sweet nothings into his ears in an attempt to soothe his cries. She checked his diaper and unbuttoned her slip to offer him a meal, but he refused, tears continuing to stream down his round, flushed cheeks.

Shifting, she held him close vertically and gently bounced him around a bit, staring at the moon from the window. His desperate sobbing clawed at her heart and a lump stared to form in her own throat. Merlin, what she’d do for a good night’s sleep…

“Please, baby,” (Y/N) whispered helplessly, bottom lip trembling. “What do you need? I don’t understand…”

Everyone told her that motherly instincts would come after the birth, that she’d know what to do and how to do it, but she felt just as helpless as ever. She couldn’t even stop the wailing four months in, how would she be able to deal with him for the rest of their lives? What kind of mother can’t even figure out how to calm her own crying baby? She wasn’t prepared for this, she knew it.

(Y/N) buried her face into the spot between her howling child’s neck and shoulder and inhaled his saccharine baby scent before a tiny sob of her own escaped. Her love for Scorpius redefined the boundaries she thought love had, but he deserved someone who was more attuned to his needs. He deserved a better mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of arms encircling her and the baby. Her eyes glittered with tears as she looked up at her husband. Sleep mingled with concern in his eyes and his hair was dishevelled from his pillow.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” Draco murmured, pulling his new little family close. “It’ll be okay, darling. We’re new to this and we’re definitely not perfect, but we have a whole lifetime to learn together. We’ve faced far worse, remember? We’ll be okay. I promise.”

He rubbed her back as to comfort his wife as she leaned into his embrace, taking a deep breath and nodding before letting herself relax. They stared at the sky outside while the baby sniffled between them.

“Hey…” she whispered some time later, “He’s gone quiet.”

Scorpius was indeed quiet, but not yet asleep. Instead he seemed to be gazing at the sky outside his window with his parents, the grey-blue eyes he’d inherited from his father focusing and unfocusing as babies do.

Draco stared at the two most important beings in his universe, riveted by his own fortune. He couldn’t believe he’d been rewarded with a life and family with the woman he loved, even after all that he’d done in his past.

“I love you,” (Y/N) murmured, as if reading his thoughts.

“And I you.” He replied, pressing a kiss onto his wife’s brow and then his son’s. They’d reached the calm after this storm together, at least until the next one. He knew, however, that as long as they had each other, they could handle anything.

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Ice Skating (Draco x Reader)

Hi! My spring break ends tomorrow, so I’m not sure when my next post will happen. Hope you enjoy!

“Meet me at our tree after last period. Dress warm. – Draco”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled at the note her boyfriend slipped into her hand between classes.

She let her mind wander to the numerous balmy days they’d spent together under their tree while pulling on thick jeans and a grey cable knit sweater.

Their first kiss had happened under the majestic willow by the Black Lake, and the days following it were filled with deep conversation about anything and everything. Draco’s head would rest in her lap as they watched the giant squid propel itself lazily across the water’s surface.

Protected by the privacy the willow’s branches that swept the ground in warm weather, Draco and (Y/N) still considered it a safe space; a place where both could be themselves with each other away from the prying, judgemental eyes of their classmates.

Pulling her jacket on and wrapping a warm scarf around her neck for good measure, (Y/N) left the (Y/H) girl’s dorms and made her way outside.

It was snowing lightly on the castle grounds. (Y/N) tipped her head up and smiled; she’d always loved the snow.

Draco’s figure leaning against their tree was visible in the distance, his black coat a stark contrast against the glittering white landscape. (Y/N)’s heart and crunching footsteps sped up.

The blond wizard laughed as she approached.

“Is that my scarf? I was looking for it everywhere.”

(Y/N) looked down in surprise and noticed that the garment was indeed emerald green and silver, the colors of Slytherin.

“Oh… I guess it is. Well, it’s mine now,” she said, playfully hitting his arm with the end of the scarf.

“You wear it better than I do anyways.” Draco replied, taking (Y/N)’s hand and leading her closer to the water’s edge.

“Have you figured out what we’re doing yet?” he asked, looking out onto the frozen lake.

“No, I was wondering when you were going to tell me.” 

Draco pulled his wand out of his coat pocket and cast a quick charm to transfigure their boots to ice skates.

“Consider yourself informed,” Draco laughed, reaching out to steady his witch as she wobbled on the thin blades. “Do you know how to skate?”

“My parents put me in classes when I was little, but I eventually gave them up. I haven’t tried since then. Do you?”

“Of course,” he said, stepping onto the frozen surface and effortlessly gliding farther out.

(Y/N) hesitated.

“Is the ice thick enough? And what about the giant squid?” She worried.

“It’s definitely thick enough, and according to Hagrid the giant squid hibernates at the bottom until spring.” Draco supplied, skating towards his girlfriend.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) nodded and gingerly placed one skate on the ice. She cringed at the unfamiliar feeling of imbalance.

“Draco-“

Sensing her fear, Draco took her elbows and helped her onto the ice.

“Move your skates in diagonal lines,” he advised. “And relax, love. Do you really think I’d let you fall?”

“I mean, if you got to watch me and laugh…” (Y/N) muttered under her breath.

Draco chuckled and started slowly skating backwards, pulling his girlfriend along with him.

“Diagonal lines,” he said, demonstrating the exaggerated movements himself. “Move your feet in outward motions.”

(Y/N) swore as she stumbled right into Draco’s chest.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he assured, helping her regain her balance.

“Don’t let go, at least until I say you can,” she said, breathing hard and concentrating on moving her feet properly.

“I promise,” replied Draco.

 (Y/N) looked up at the intensity in his tone and found his ice-colored eyes boring into hers.

“I love you.” She said quietly, stopping and reaching up to brush some platinum blond fringe off her face.

“And I love you,” he replied, lowering his lips to hers right in the middle of the frozen lake.

A few moments later, Draco broke the kiss and leaned his forehead onto hers.

“You’re never going to learn how to skate if you keep distracting me,” he breathed.

“You distracted me first!” (Y/N) protested, taking in a breath of mid-February air to calm herself. “Okay, let’s go again.”  

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Do you have a master list??

Hi! I don’t rn unfortunately but I’m on it :)

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Don’t ever let them tell you that you’re too stupid to do something. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy for you. Maybe you’re going to have to work for it a little harder than other people, which I know isn’t fair. But that doesn’t mean you should just give up.

Abandon by Meg Cabot (via otomehostclub)

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jungkook: rollercoasters, cherry cola, adrenaline, rock concerts, hickies, all-nighters, sky-diving, summer nights, cold pizza, comic books, ghost-hunting

tae: art galleries, paris, runway shows, friends-to-lovers, puppies, midnight drive-ins, giggling, piggy-back rides, honey-scented, gucci, royalty, teddy bears

jimin: airy laughs, cotton candy, hand-holding, spring warmth, blushing, i-love-yous, chaste kisses, pillow talk, plushies, cherry blossoms, pouty lips

namjoon: novels, travelling, vinyls, overthinking, the ocean, romantic nights in, museums, evening rain, road trips, 3am conversations, new years eve

hobi: sunflowers, shooting stars, sugar-sprinkled donuts, campfires, succulents, spooning, coming home after a long day, disney movies, sun-kissed skin

yoongi: neon lights, chokers, new york, hangovers, sour candy, kittens, eyeliner, leather jackets, poison, lo-fi beats, slow kissing, gummy bears, sarcasm

jin: retro-gaming, polaroids, bubble tea, surprise hugs, inside jokes, birthday cakes, pastels, pillow fights, hot air balloon rides, red lips, ice cream dates

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Game of Thrones AU Hogwarts Houses

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