#lucius malfoy x y/n

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Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x gryffindor!muggleborn!reader (SHE’S OF AGE) 

Word count: 6224

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 16+, fingering, clit rubbing, cock in Vigina, male and female, adult content, adult language, cuss words, clit licking, degrading, fluff if you squint, pet names, anguish, cheating, heartbreak, revenge, crying, Lucius comforting Y/N?, aftercare, praise, daddy kink, cum swallowing, fluff, out of character Lucius, 2 almost 3 years after the 2nd wizarding war, younger woman with older man, first time together, heated make out session, kissing, hickeys, love bites, SFW if you squint. (SHE IS OF AGE) 

Summary: Y/N wanted to surprise Draco by visiting him at the Malfoy Manor but ended up catching him cheating instead. While leaving she bumps into Lucius Malfoy and things get kinda heated. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea 

A/N: Hello, my fellow Dreamers, hope you like this. Please give me your feedback. BTW I also already posted this on my AO3 account @ slytherintrikru.

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Y/N navigated her way up the meandering, earthy path that led to the formidable gates of the Malfoy Manor. These gates, a grand testament to the opulence within, were adorned with wrought-iron craftsmanship that gleamed even in the muted light of dusk. Beyond the gates, a long, majestic driveway, flanked by a procession of ancient trees, guided her toward the mansion's imposing facade. Standing before her, the Malfoy Manor exuded an aura of architectural splendor. Its stately stone walls rose gracefully, adorned with intricate details that whispered of centuries past. Tall, narrow windows punctuated the facade, their panes seeming to conceal secrets within, bestowing upon the house an air of sinister allure.

The estate on which the manor resided was vast and mysterious. A dark forest encroached upon the edges of the property, casting eerie shadows that played hide-and-seek with the waning daylight. In stark contrast to this enigmatic woodland, a lush and meticulously cultivated garden graced the manor's rear, a testament to the Malfoy family's penchant for grandeur and elegance.

With each deliberate step, Y/N's heartbeat quickened. Her trembling hand reached out to rap upon the massive, wooden double doors that guarded the entrance. She couldn't have fathomed that she would ever find herself returning to this nightmarish place, where the echoes of her torment at the hands of Voldemort and his fanatical followers still reverberated in the depths of her memory. It had been two agonizing years since that fateful day when Fenrir Greyback had dragged her through those very doors, her hair pulled viciously as she struggled to match the monstrous pace set by her captor. The same mansion had borne witness to her harrowing encounter with the Dark Lord himself, the malevolent figure who had imprinted the dreaded Death Eater mark upon her left arm—a mark she had desperately sought to eradicate for almost three long years.

The reason for her presence here, despite the haunting memories, was her enduring love for Draco. Three years had passed since the inception of their clandestine relationship, but their bond remained unshaken. Draco's parents, however, were a formidable obstacle in their path. They looked down upon her as a 'filthy Mudblood,' a fact that had never deterred her resolve, so long as Draco stood by her side. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had resorted to devious tactics, attempting to buy her loyalty, attempting to pry her away from their son. Their efforts had met with stubborn resistance, leaving them fuming with frustration. On countless occasions, they subjected her to scathing tirades, especially Narcissa, whose cruelty knew no bounds. After a week, Lucius resigned to a sullen silence, but Narcissa's venomous words and occasionally physical aggression persisted as a daily ordeal that Y/N endured with steely determination.

Y/N flinched as the manor door creaked open, her reaction akin to that of someone stumbling into a jinx. Her startled gaze dropped to the floor, where a familiar figure stood. It was Rue, the endearing house elf, a cherished presence in Y/N's life.

"What can Rue do for Draco's lovely girlfriend?" Rue inquired, her lips curving into a warm, welcoming smile.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in return; Rue had always held a special place in her heart. With her bright blue eyes and those endearing pointy ears, Rue exuded an unmistakable charm. Not only did she anticipate Y/N's every need, but she also prepared food and drinks precisely to Y/N's liking. Since the law against elf brutality had been enacted, Y/N had taken it upon herself to ensure Rue's comfort, providing her with clothing. Over the months, Rue had transformed, shedding the weight of servitude to become a happier, more carefree presence.

"I'd like to see Draco, please, Rue," Y/N replied, her voice gentle and careful not to startle the petite house elf.

Rue's smile widened, and with a tiny, reassuring grip on Y/N's hand, she led her inside. As the door closed softly behind them, Rue spoke again, her voice filled with an eagerness to assist. "Master Draco is in his room. Rue will take you."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, a playful idea forming in her mind. "No, no, it's fine. I can go myself. I want to surprise him."

The adorable house elf nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. With a snap of her fingers, she vanished from sight, leaving Y/N to navigate the winding corridors of the Malfoy Manor alone.

Y/N couldn't help but grin at the thought of Rue experiencing a moment of personal indulgence, wondering if the house elf was trying to savor the pleasures she had missed in her life of servitude. With that pleasant thought, Y/N embarked on her ascent up the many flights of wooden stairs that led to the upper reaches of the manor. Her footsteps echoed softly through the hallway as she made her way toward Draco's room.

As she arrived at her destination, Y/N came to an abrupt halt, her senses keenly attuned to an unexpected sound emanating from behind Draco's door. She strained her ears, desperately hoping it wasn't a case of accidentally stumbling upon an intimate moment between Lucius and Narcissa. A glance at the door's label confirmed it was indeed Draco's room, and then she heard it again.

Moans.

Specifically, the unmistakable sounds of male and female moans. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer to the door, attempting to confirm what she dreaded most. She heard his name, Draco's name, whimpered from a female voice within, a voice that sent shockwaves through her.

Her blood ran cold, her heart rate spiked, and tears welled up in her eyes. Y/N prayed it wasn't true, that Draco wasn't betraying her. She cautiously pushed the door open, her movements silent as she observed the heart-wrenching scene before her. Draco, lost in passion, buried his face in Astoria Greengrass's neck, his vigorous thrusts filling the room.

Their eyes met, Y/N's and Astoria's, in a moment of cruel recognition. Astoria's smirk seemed to taunt Y/N, as if declaring, 'He's mine now, you filthy Mudblood.' With a heavy heart, Y/N gently closed the door, tears streaming down her face. She turned and fled down the hallway, down the stairs, without a care for her surroundings or the possibility of colliding with someone.

Tears flowed freely as Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs, her heart shattering into a million pieces. Her cries escaped in a heartbreaking crescendo, echoing through the manor's grandeur. In her distraught state, she collided with an unexpected presence, teetering dangerously on the brink of falling backward. However, strong arms enveloped her, steadying her in her moment of despair.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, girl?" The voice, dripping with disdain, hissed through the tense air. Y/N's heart lurched at the sound, her gut telling her it was all too familiar. As her tear-blurred gaze lifted, she was met with the sight of a thoroughly baffled and irate Lucius Malfoy, his aristocratic features etched with a mix of anger and confusion. Her own expressive eyes, a mesmerizing shade of E/C, locked onto his cold, steely gray ones.

Blinking away the tears that blurred her vision, she stared at the formidable pureblood wizard who stood before her. Their eye contact held an unspoken tension, a connection fraught with history and complex emotions. It was in that moment that Y/N noticed something she hadn't expected in Lucius – concern. The realization was like a jolt, sending a shiver down her spine.

Concern?

It couldn't be right, could it? Why on earth would Lucius Malfoy, of all people, be concerned about her well-being? Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively rising to wipe her eyes once more, as if questioning her own senses, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. But the look in Lucius's eyes remained, a glimmer of unexpected humanity in the formidable man who had long been an enigma to her.

"Are you going to speak, or just stand there like a dumb-witted Mudblood?" Lucius's words, laced with venom, cut through the heavy silence. Y/N turned away from him, hurt etched in her eyes, his cruel words piercing her heart. In that moment, the gap between them seemed insurmountable.

Lucius, however, couldn't ignore the pain he had inadvertently caused, and for a fleeting second, remorse tugged at his conscience. Yet, his pride prevailed, and instead of apologizing, he pressed further, his tone demanding answers. "What's wrong with you, girl?"

Y/N pulled herself away from him, a mixture of emotions welling up inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then her voice trembled as she questioned him, "W-Why do y-you care?"

The unexpected vulnerability in her voice caught Lucius off guard, and a flicker of something uncharacteristic passed through his stormy gray eyes. He blocked her path as she attempted to move past him, their proximity intensifying the tension between them. "Just because we got off to the wrong foot when we first met doesn't mean I'm the same person I was before," he hissed, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his words. "Now tell me what's wrong, or I'll use Legilimency on you."

Her defenses crumbling, Y/N couldn't hold back the flood of emotion any longer. The words tumbled out of her, her voice wavering as she confessed, "Your son cheated on me with Astoria, that's what happened." She glanced away, bracing herself for the judgment she anticipated. "You're probably happy that he's not with a filthy Mudblood like me anymore. I'll just—"

"He did what?!" Lucius's voice reverberated through the manor, his anger palpable as it resounded against the walls. Y/N glanced at him, a puzzled expression on her face. She couldn't comprehend why he would be so furious that his son, Draco, had cheated on her—a Mudblood—with a pureblood. Lucius Malfoy had never harbored any warmth toward Y/N, so this sudden outburst was baffling. She had always assumed that Draco's parents would be delighted if something like this were to happen.

Lucius's voice, filled with indignation, interrupted her thoughts once more. "How dare that boy break someone's heart instead of just telling you that he wants to end the relationship. I raised him to treat women with respect. Even if the girl is a filthy Mudblood!"

Y/N frowned, her gaze drifting downward to her feet, unable to meet Lucius's eyes. His words were laden with a complex mixture of anger, disappointment, and something she couldn't quite fathom.

"Why would you care anyway? You should be happy that he cheated on me. Now he can go marry a pureblood who's more beautiful than me," she muttered bitterly, her self-esteem shattered.

In an unexpected turn of events, the cold metal of the snake handle of Lucius's cane lifted her chin. She blinked in surprise as he swiftly pulled his cane away and grasped her chin roughly with his hand, forcing her to hold eye contact with him.

"Don't ever say those words again. Am. I. Understand, Y/N?" Lucius's voice, though stern, held a strange mixture of concern. She nodded in response, but it seemed that wasn't sufficient for him. He demanded more. "I expect you to answer when I ask you something!"

"Y-Yes, Sir!" she squeaked, her gaze locked onto his features. She couldn't help but notice the commanding presence he exuded, the sharp lines of his jaw, the strength evident in his angular face. His long, platinum blonde hair cascaded gracefully past his shoulders, framing his striking countenance. The blueish-gray eyes that held an air of authority seemed to peer directly into her soul. Y/N's cheeks flushed inexplicably as she found herself momentarily entranced by his striking appearance. ‘He's handsome’, she thought, a realization that seemed to take her by surprise.

Y/N's unspoken admiration for Lucius had been a well-guarded secret, a silent confession her heart made each time she crossed the threshold of the Malfoy Manor. Her heart would do a subtle dance of anticipation whenever she knew she'd encounter him, and a flush would steal across her cheeks, like a clandestine tribute to his striking presence. It was an irrational reaction, one she couldn't quite understand, given that Lucius had never hidden his disdain for her—well, at least, he hadn't before.

Lucius's trademark smirk played on his lips, but there was a curious shift in his demeanor. Gone was the initial cockiness, replaced by genuine amusement as he surveyed Y/N's puzzled expression. Her blush intensified, a shade that rivaled the crimson and gold of the Gryffindor house colors.

"You really think I'm handsome?" he probed, his tone now laced with curiosity. He leaned in closer, the proximity between them causing a subtle flutter in Y/N's heart. Lucius's eyes sparkled with a newfound charm as he awaited her response.

"I—what? I didn't—" she stammered, but her words were abruptly silenced.

"Legilimens, my darling girl," Lucius smoothly interrupted. His smirk remained, but it was tinged with a magnetic confidence that left her feeling exposed. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and he whispered softly, his voice a provocative caress, "Ah, yes. It appears you've conveniently forgotten that I possess the ability to delve into your mind. You see, I heard every thought you've had about me. Like your secret desire for me to pin you down on my bed, to make you forget how to walk."

Y/N's eyes widened, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Her heart raced, and she felt a shiver of vulnerability wash over her. Lucius's audacious revelation had unraveled a new layer of intrigue and desire, transforming their dynamic into something far more intricate and captivating.

She gasped, disbelief coursing through her. Could he truly have been privy to her every innermost thought? It felt surreal, like a dream she was unable to awaken from. In an attempt to regain her composure, she instinctively retreated a step, allowing her gaze to lock with his. His eyes held the same intense emotion she had noticed earlier – a smoldering, undeniable lust that sent a tingle down her spine. He leaned closer, his body almost brushing against hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"That's the very reason I've maintained my distance from you all these months," he admitted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath its low, seductive tone. "After my ex-wife and I discovered the truth about you and my son's relationship, I tried to keep my demeanor cold. Yet every night, unable to control my desires, I found myself lost in fantasies of you," he confessed, his words a hushed, intimate secret shared between them.

A blush painted her cheeks once more as his voice whispered sensually into her ear, sending shivers coursing down her spine. His hands found their way to her sides, exerting a gentle, yet possessive squeeze. She couldn't help but shudder at his touch.

"My son is a fool for betraying such a beautiful, enchanting nymph like you," he purred, his lips grazing the tender skin just below her earlobe. His kisses left a fiery trail down her neck, only to ascend slowly back towards her lips. When their mouths met, it was as though a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach, fluttering wildly. She didn't respond immediately, her brain struggling to catch up with the whirlwind of sensations. Gradually, she inhaled his intoxicating scent, responding to his kisses with a growing hunger of her own.

Y/N's moans of desire seemed to echo within the cavernous expanse of Lucius's opulent mansion. Every step she took away from the memory of Draco's betrayal and closer to Lucius felt like a transgressive leap into the unknown. The kiss, fueled by a volatile mix of guilt and longing, deepened with each passing second. It was a magnetic force pulling them closer together, their lips becoming the epicenter of their shared need.

Her fingers wove themselves deeper into Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, the strands silky and cool to the touch. He couldn't help but groan in response, the sound a testament to the intensity of their connection. His powerful hands, previously residing at her sides, ventured boldly downward, reaching her shapely derrière. With a delicate yet firm touch, he squeezed, sending exhilarating waves of sensation through her body.

With a sudden surge of passion, Lucius lifted Y/N off her feet, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to maintain their electrifying kiss. The sensation of being carried by him, the firmness of his grip, and the heat of his body against hers were intoxicating. They ascended the grand staircase, their rhythmic ascent echoing through the mansion's ornate halls.

As they turned down the dimly lit hallway, the portraits of stern-faced ancestors bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous. The anticipation was palpable, each step a deliberate stride toward the unknown. The soft glow of moonlight spilled through heavy, brocade curtains, casting intricate patterns on the Persian rugs that lined the floor.

With an audacious display of strength and desire, Lucius kicked open the door to his lavishly appointed bedroom. The door swung wide with a creak, revealing a chamber bathed in shadows. The grandeur of the room was nothing short of breathtaking, with its sumptuous canopy bed, antique furnishings, and gilded accents. The room exuded an air of timeless elegance, a stark contrast to the illicit passion that had led them there. Yet, with another commanding kick, he shut the door behind them, sealing their secret within the confines of the room's opulent embrace.

In the opulent chamber, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtered through heavy curtains, he guided her towards his bed with a gentleness that belied the intense desire simmering between them. The sumptuous sheets, adorned with intricate patterns, awaited their embrace, a testament to the luxury that surrounded them. With a feather-light touch, he laid her down, the mattress conforming to the curves of her body like a lover's caress.

Desire surged between them, an irresistible force pulling them closer together. She eagerly wound her legs around him, her longing palpable. A deep, resonant chuckle rumbled from his chest, a seductive reverberation that filled the room. It was a sound that resonated with promise, the promise of what was to come.

His lips embarked on a slow descent down the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting sharp gasps and urgent moans from her trembling lips. Y/N's moans danced in harmony with the hushed symphony of their passion, their clandestine desires woven into every sound.

With a masterful touch, his hands began their sensual exploration, fingers tracing the contours of her body. He reached for the fabric of her shirt, the anticipation of their impending intimacy electrifying the air. But as he made to unveil her, he paused, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire. His voice, a sultry whisper, hung in the air like an unspoken invitation, "Do you want to continue this?"

Her heart swelled with a heady blend of love and desire at his considerate question. It wasn't just about the act itself; it was about the connection they shared, the intimacy that extended beyond the physical. Her eyes met his, and she nodded in fervent agreement, but his gaze turned insistent, demanding more than a mere gesture.

She acquiesced, her voice a soft, breathless confession. "Yes, I want to continue."

With the patience of a man intoxicated by her presence, he lifted her shirt, revealing her in all her vulnerability and desire. Each moment was a deliberate act of unveiling, an exploration of the secrets they had kept hidden for too long. Her whimpers of longing grew more pronounced, a sweet symphony of passion that ignited the room.

Their discarded shirts lay scattered, forgotten remnants of the world they had left behind. Their lips collided once more, a fervent clash of desires. His hands, strong and gentle, cradled her face, deepening the kiss into a consuming blaze of longing. In this stolen moment, their connection transcended the physical, binding them together in a fiery embrace that defied the boundaries of reason and restraint.

In the cocoon of their desires, time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor every tantalizing moment. The room, adorned with rich, heavy curtains that filtered the moon's soft glow, bathed them in an otherworldly ambiance. They paused briefly to remove the remaining garments that clung to their heated bodies, leaving a trail of discarded clothing scattered haphazardly across the floor.

With a profound longing etched upon their faces, they surrendered to the pull of their desires. He took the initiative, his lips blazing a path of fiery kisses down her form. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to ignite with desire, his teeth delicately grazing, and his mouth fervently claiming her.

One of his hands, large and commanding, found its place on her breast, the fingers expertly working her sensitive flesh. The other sought solace on her hip, the grip possessive yet tender. Y/N's response was immediate, her back arching sensually as she pressed herself closer to him. The room bore witness to her unrestrained passion, shadows playing tricks on their entangled figures.

The dimly lit room provided an intimate backdrop to their stolen moment, amplifying the intensity of their connection. She gasped, unable to stifle the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her body. Her longing and need reached a fevered pitch as his lips moved relentlessly over her skin.

This sensation was unlike anything she had ever encountered, not even with Draco. It was a heady concoction of raw desire and an emotional connection that left her feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, yet simultaneously empowered and alive.

His lips reluctantly abandoned her chest, tracing a searing path downward, inching closer to the epicenter of her desire. Her hips reacted instinctively, a silent plea for more, a plea for him to satiate the burgeoning hunger that consumed her. In response, he chuckled darkly, a knowing grin playing upon his lips.

"So, so greedy for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I've barely even started, my little nymph, and you're already squirming."

Her moans grew in volume, punctuating the charged atmosphere. Her hips continued their rhythmic dance, a wordless invitation for him to delve deeper into her desires. Just as hope began to wane, he boldly ventured between her legs. His thumb found her eager clit, tracing slow, electrifying circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but gasp loudly, her moans intensifying as her body surrendered to his skillful touch.

“L-Lucius!” Y/N's fervent whimper hung in the air, a plea for more that only fueled Lucius's desire to push her further into the depths of pleasure. He reveled in the sound, a wicked grin playing upon his lips as he continued to work his magic. His fingers, slick with her arousal, glided effortlessly inside her, seeking out her g-spot with uncanny precision. The sensation of his touch sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her, her moans becoming a chorus of surrender.

The room seemed to close in around them, the ambiance heavy with the heady scent of their desire. Shadows danced seductively across the walls, an intimate audience to their clandestine tryst. Every subtle movement, every trembling breath, was magnified in the dim light, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.

Lucius's voice, a velvet caress of dominance, lured her deeper into submission. "That's right, my little slut," he whispered huskily, his words both an affirmation and a command. "Feel how good I'm making you. Did he ever make you feel like this? Did he know all the right spots to please you?"

She struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure he evoked rendering her speechless. Her response was a breathless admission of truth, punctuated by her moans of ecstasy. "N-No... aahh-"

Lucius's eyes bore into her with an intensity that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly consumed by desire. His fingers continued their relentless assault on her g-spot, her body quivering in response. Her pussy clenched around him, a physical manifestation of her escalating pleasure, and he couldn't help but grunt with satisfaction.

"My little slut," he growled, his voice dripping with unrestrained lust, "you've never felt this kind of pleasure before, have you? Well, let's make sure you're fully satisfied, my dear."

With each word, he propelled her further into the abyss of desire, his fingers dancing with a masterful touch that promised to fulfill her every longing. In the dimly lit room, their forbidden encounter continued, a symphony of passion and submission that echoed through the night.

Lucius's descent towards her quivering core was an agonizingly slow and tantalizing journey. His head moved lower, inch by tantalizing inch, until his mouth hovered just above her dripping wet pussy. The room, bathed in the soft, dim light of concealed passion, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the forbidden act about to unfold.

Y/N's body was a live wire, tingling with desire as his warm breath caressed her sensitive flesh. Her back arched in a primal response, a silent plea for him to continue, to grant her the pleasure she craved. The air was thick with tension, the electrifying atmosphere heightened by the palpable anticipation of what was to come.

With a deliberate, torturous slowness, his tongue made its first sensuous contact with her throbbing clit. Y/N's response was immediate and intense; she arched her back, a breathless gasp escaping her lips. Waves of desire surged through her, her hips rising to meet his mouth in a fervent demand for more. His tongue traced lazy circles around her clit, each pass a teasing caress that left her trembling with need.

Her hips moved in rhythmic desperation, bucking into his mouth as she sought to intensify the pleasure. Lucius, the master of seduction, had her in a hypnotic trance, his tongue shifting tactics to move from side to side, skillfully exploring every sensitive inch of her. He returned to her clit, sucking with a purposeful hunger that sent shivers coursing through her body. Her moans grew in intensity, a symphony of ecstasy that filled the room.

As if orchestrating a symphony of pleasure, his fingers joined the sensual dance, slick with her arousal. They thrust in and out with a relentless rhythm, each penetration hitting her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy. Y/N's body was a trembling instrument of desire, her moans and whimpers filling the room like a seductive melody.

A familiar sensation began to coil within her abdomen, growing in intensity with each tantalizing moment. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as the waves of pleasure overtook her. With a gasp that shattered the air, she climaxed, her body trembling in the throes of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, thick with desire and dominance, broke through her post-orgasmic haze. "Good girl, my good girl," he murmured, his words both a praise and a command. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction. He withdrew his hand from her quivering pussy, his fingers glistening with her essence. With forceful insistence, he grasped her jaw, parting her lips and presenting his cum-covered fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself, whore!" he demanded, his voice a potent blend of authority and lust, igniting a primal hunger within her.

The room, cloaked in shadows, seemed to hold its breath as Y/N's lips encircled Lucius's fingers, moving with an almost hypnotic rhythm as she licked and sucked them clean. Her tongue, eager and tantalizing, left no trace of her essence behind, and Lucius watched her with a predatory hunger that mirrored her own desire. With an excruciating slowness, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth, his grip shifting to encircle her delicate throat, a possessive hold that sent a jolt of excitement through her.

A deep, throaty chuckle resonated from Lucius, a dark sound that underscored his mastery over her. It was a symphony of submission, her whimper in response to his control weaving through the charged air. His other hand, which had been on her jaw, descended with purposeful intent to his throbbing cock. With tantalizing deliberation, he began to stroke himself, each languid movement of his hand a seductive overture to the impending climax of their desires.

Y/N grappled with a myriad of emotions. She knew she should be overwhelmed with guilt, entangled in an illicit affair with her ex-boyfriend's father. Yet, beneath the layers of her moral reservations, a burning desire and a thirst for revenge surged within her. She yearned to make her ex-boyfriend pay for his betrayal, to mend her shattered heart by indulging in the very act that had caused her so much pain.

Her internal turmoil was momentarily eclipsed as she felt the firm tip of his cock teasing her wet, throbbing pussy. The exquisite friction sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her, and her moans and whimpers filled the room like a seductive aria. Her body was a symphony of need, the sultry dance of his cock against her clit driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, dripping with dominance and desire, anchored her in the present moment. "My little mudblood," he taunted, his words laden with a derogatory term that should have stung. Instead, the sultry timbre of his voice rendered her helpless, a willing captive to his seduction. "Is this what you've desired all this time? For a real man to fuck you, to slide his cock deep inside you and make you feel good?"

Despite the term, her moans and whimpers betrayed her true desires, her voice trembling with need. "Y-Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her plea echoing through the room, a fervent entreaty for the fulfillment of her deepest, most forbidden fantasies. “ Please, fuck me!”

"Daddy? Hmm?" Lucius questioned, his voice dripping with irresistible seduction that hung in the air like a sultry promise. A low, dark chuckle followed, resonating with a wicked allure as his eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of malevolence. It was a look that promised a thrilling journey into forbidden desires, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and danger.

The room, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous—a sensual dance of dominance and submission that unfolded in hushed gasps and fervent touches. Lucius reveled in her surrender, delighting in the way the derogatory term slipped off his tongue, and, to his surprise, she seemed to share in that twisted pleasure. "My little mudblood is filthy, isn't she?" he continued, his words dripping with desire and a touch of cruelty. In their intimate connection, the term had evolved into an oddly cherished secret, symbolizing her eager willingness to plunge into the irresistible depths of their forbidden passions. "I like that."

With deliberate intent, Lucius poised himself at the edge of her ecstasy, the air thick with anticipation. He surged into her abruptly, a powerful thrust that drew an electrified whimper from Y/N. Her body responded instinctively, arching in response to the sudden intrusion, a wordless plea for more. Lucius groaned in satisfaction, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him.

"Daddy!" Y/N's moan, fervent and desperate, reverberated through the room, echoing the intensity of her longing and submission.

Lucius wasted no time in unleashing the primal depths of his desire, setting a relentless pace that sent tremors through the bed beneath them. Pleasure and pain intertwined as Y/N's body stretched to accommodate him, her moans and gasps forming a seductive symphony that filled the room. Each powerful thrust propelled her closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the headboard bearing witness to the fervor of their illicit union.

"F-Fuck," Lucius hissed, his voice a symphony of unquenchable desire as he intensified his rhythm. His hips surged against her with unrestrained lust, each collision sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The room resounded with their shared passion, an intoxicating rhythm that reverberated through the air and ignited an inferno of sensations. “You’re so tight and wet, aaah- I’m going to have so much fun destroying this tight little hole of yours.”

The hand that encircled her throat tightened incrementally, a gesture of dominance that sent a thrill of arousal coursing through Y/N. Her fingers tangled in Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, tugging gently as she sought to draw him closer. His primal groans and moans in response only served to deepen her desire, each intoxicating sound forging an unbreakable connection between them in the hidden world they had created.

Their moans, like an intricate duet, melded into an intoxicating symphony of desire, echoing through the dimly lit room. With each primal thrust, he plunged deeper and faster into her, igniting a passionate crescendo that left them both gasping for breath. Her heart raced in response to the electrifying pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Lucius—Lucius! Aaaahhh—fuck! Daddy!" Her words, a fervent chant of need and submission, spilled from her lips in breathless abandon. Her hips responded in kind, moving in a seductive rhythm that matched his powerful thrusts, a dance of desire that transcended the bounds of their forbidden liaison.

"So damn good! Aahh—yes! Oh fuck, my little mudblood knows how to please me," he growled with unapologetic desire, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers cascading down her spine. His hips quickened their relentless pace, pounding into her with an unyielding urgency that caused the bed to groan and creak beneath them, a testament to the fierce intensity of their union. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel, slut!

Her moans swelled, a wild symphony of ecstasy and surrender that reverberated through the room like a siren's call. She clawed at the sheets beneath her, her fingers desperately seeking purchase in the soft fabric as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was an exquisite torment, a tantalizing whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume her entirely.

"Daddy, you—ahh—feel so good," she gasped, her voice trembling with a potent mix of longing and desperation. Her nails traced feverish patterns over his heated skin, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. Her silent entreaty was clear: she yearned for him to take her harder, to claim her completely in the tempest of their shared passion. “You make me feel so good! You’re fucking me so much better than him.”

Amid the dimly lit room, their passionate entwining continued, each feverish moment adding a new layer to their shared desire. Lucius, a commanding figure, maintained his relentless thrusts, his dominance evident in every movement. Her fervent responses wove a tapestry of longing and ecstasy, their chemistry igniting the air around them.

"I know, my little nymph," he purred, his voice an intoxicating blend of pleasure and command. His grip on her tightened possessively, fingers leaving tantalizing imprints on her heated skin. "Cum for me, slut. Show me how good I make you feel." His words hung in the air like a seductive spell, sending electrifying shivers throughout her body.

With each powerful thrust, the tip of his cock skillfully teased her cervix, intensifying the delicious ache in the pit of her stomach. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, a dance that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and reason, an intricate symphony of passion that left them breathless.

Lucius, releasing his hold on her throat, replaced it with his mouth, his lips and teeth marking her skin as he continued to slam into her with primal urgency. Love bites and passionate kisses adorned her flesh, evidence of their unrestrained fervor. They moved together, bodies melding into one, a force of nature that defied control. In a rapturous climax, they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their voices rising in unison, filling the room with their unrestrained passion.

As Lucius withdrew from her, a plaintive whimper escaped her lips, a testament to the aching desire that still clung to her. His triumphant smirk hinted at the pleasure he derived from her desperate longing. As he made his way to the bathroom to cleanse himself, her eyes remained fixed on the vacant space he had occupied, her body still tingling with the fading echoes of their intense union.

Upon his return, a damp cloth in hand, he approached her with eyes that held both tenderness and desire. Every stroke of the cloth was a gentle caress, an unspoken declaration of their strange intimacy. The discarded rag landed carelessly beside them, a forgotten relic of their fervent encounter.

"Go to sleep, my little nymph," he whispered, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "I'll be here when you wake." His words were a soothing promise, lulling her into a cocoon of security and contentment that belied the complexity of their relationship.

She nestled against him, her heart aflutter with emotions that defied easy categorization. Despite the impending repercussions of their actions, she couldn't deny the profound satisfaction she felt. As her eyes fluttered closed, the only thought that remained was that revenge, in its twisted and tumultuous way, could be intoxicatingly sweet.

[ashdreams2023]

Hi! Am new here, when you have the time, can you write lucius malfoy x crybaby housewife, like shes very sensitive and overthinks about making him upset but in reality lucius finds her little actions and mannurisms cute and lovable? (Ik its very specific and i have horrible grammar)

Been a hot minute since I wrote for hp thanks for the ask!

Lucius Malfoy x crybaby housewife (sensitive)

First off this marriage was arranged so you got that going on

He can tell immediately that you feel extremely nervous and just want to make everybody proud and don’t want to upset him

He finds in endearing

"Beautiful beautiful girl relax, it’s only a few days in France, I will be back in one piece"

You worry too much it makes him worried

Sends you lots of gifts, like what’s your favorite Candy that makes your face eyes light up with excitement?

You will find boxes delivered to the house till you’re sick of it

Doesn’t like to see your tears but understands how overwhelming it may be to try to contain all your emotions

Tries to never raise his voice at you even if he’s not in the brightest of moods

Your little acts of kindness to him do leave him breathless at times though

"What do you mean you fed the peacocks and picked all the fallen feathers to make pillows?!"

"I knew you’ll hate I’m so sorry-" "No! I love it!"

He really likes to spoil you, so expect things like taking a day or two off from work to just spend extra time with when he notices you’ve been a little gloomy all alone at home

Goodness even the house elves have to make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself when something doesn’t go as planned

If you remember the small things about him, the things no one really pays attention too, then he’s all yours and no one can say otherwise

Makes sure to spend birthdays together, no matter how busy he is

"You don’t have to do this, what about work and-" "stop hurting your pretty little head with such nonsense"

Actually tries to be decent to the house elves just because they seem to be the only company you have

One time you tried to surprise him at work and he just couldn’t let you leave because in his own words "you came all this way to surprise and you expect me to let you go away this easily my dear?"

The way you smile when he comes back to the mansion, it just lights up his entire day, no matter how shitty is was

Absolutely adores your antics and takes pride in seeing you being the center of attention

"Am i making a good impression?"

"You’re perfection it self"

[mx-pastelwriting]

HP - Having a family with you.

HP x GN! Reader

Summary: Having a family with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Established a Relationship

Characters: Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Lucius Malfoy

Severus Snape

- He would be a very caring father, though a bit stern if the children misbehaved; he would take leave when the school year came around to take care of you and the new baby.

- Definitely would panic if every time your child would cry, seeing what was wrong, he moved quickly to feed or change them.

- Teething would be hell for him knowing his child was in pain, and all he could do was rock them to sleep, hoping they felt better when they woke.

- Would buy a new house even if it meant his child would live a safer and better life, but if he didn't want to, he would have his house remodeled in some places and baby proofed.

- When they grow up and are in their first year at Hogwarts, he will still teach, making sure his child is taken care of under Hogwarts roof and not wanting his school days to happen to his child. Being a proud father no matter what the sorting hat puts them in.

Severus settled your baby into its high chair as you watched from the kitchen, making your own breakfast while he fed them. He set the bowl down in front of the baby, quickly them trying to throw it from the table, but got frustrated when it did not budge thanks to his dad's spell. Your baby gave his own dad the death stare, laughing, you watched as he gave it right back before smiling to himself.

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Remus Lupin

- He would be on his knees at the news; yes, he was beyond happy, but fear filled him, thinking his child would end up going through the pain of turning into a wolf every month. Even if you couldn't have children, you worked with him to find a spell that took you through the dark arts.

- The baby being born, he watched the baby every second it was breathing, waiting for something, but nothing ever did. To his relief and comfort, his fear was calmed by the knowledge that it wasn't inherited through genetics.

- He spent almost every waking moment in bliss watching your child grow, learning to laugh with his smile; it made your heart swell seeing him take every moment to help you even when you wanted to have some time with your baby, he was always offering to take them.

- Would move somewhere where he knew it would be safe for them and him to live. When the full moon came, you made up a story about how he had business to go on. Only for him to go miles away to lock himself up. When the day came to tell them whatever their reaction was, he comforted them, telling them how he wondered if they would be just like him. They had their own time to talk that day.

- When it came time for them to go to Hogwarts, he kissed them with tears running down his cheeks, but he was quickly reminded they'd be back soon. Lots of tears were shed watching your baby go off with the train.

The first time since you had your child, you were alone with Remus, You said that very thoughtful thing, and he looked up with a sad look, then one of realization. "What do you think we should give them a sibling?" you asked with a smirk as big as the moon. He smiles, "Now that is a good idea," he whispers into your ear before heading off upstairs as the sun sets.

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Rubeus Hagrid

- Would be a bear dad, warm and snugly, but would be ready to protect his family if anything or anyone got to them.

- Always having a baby sling on him, warming the baby as they slept, you relaxed most days as he took care of them. Sometimes it would be hard to get your own time with the baby.

- They grew up always hanging off him or being held; he would never grow out of it, loving his little bear cub. Working as the Hogwarts gatekeeper, he begged Dumbledore that his family also live with him so that he would not be away from them for long.

- Every night he tucked them in with a story of what he had seen through his day of working at Hogwarts. He didn't bring home animals as much as he had before, and even when he did, they would be ones with no chance of hurting his own.

- When the day came for his own to go to Hogwarts, he told them that if anything happened, he would be around to help. Excitement was all he could feel seeing what house they ended up being in, giving them a kiss on the head before going off to their dorm.

You hugged Hagrid as he shed some tears at the fact your little bear cub wasn't to be tucked in—not until summer anyway. Getting into bed, you cuddled into his warm body, his sniffles had quieted till then, but a knock came before you both fell into sleep. Hagrid jumps from the bed, opening the door, letting you see the head of house behind your little one looking sad.

Hagrid didn't even listen to what they said happened, just scooped them up, closed the door before bringing them to bed, and let them snuggle up with you.

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Lucius Malfoy (Draco doesn't exist)

- Being himself, he didn't show much love, but you knew he was sometimes shy about telling them how much he loved them.

- Even telling him that his love for them means everything, he gives more hugs and shows more love in front of you. Feeding them was his favorite time, as you could tell by how he smiled and how his eyes lit up.

- Holding them around the house, he would have them in his office with him as he worked, talking to them even if they couldn't even stand. Watching him build a crib so your little one could be more comfortable in his office, then fill it with stuffed toys,

- As they grew, they followed him around, sometimes hanging off of him, but he didn't mind, even in public. He would tell them not to touch or run in the house or the shops they went to, but if they did, he would do anything in his power to fix it.

- When sorting came, he would be happy with any news of the house but would be even happier if they were sorted into Slytherin, of course.

Getting the news from the owl, you sat down with Lucius at the breakfast table, handing him the letter before digging into your food. He read it with a growing smile on his face. Watching as he puts the letter down, you lock eyes with him before smiling back. "They couldn't have made me happier," he said, looking back down at the letter.

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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[frost-queen]

Reader!Black x Lucius Malfoy | Headcanon

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>Family relations

Being the middle child was a life on it's own. "Not mature enough seen by your parents" and "not young anymore to keep to childish ways". Short story you were never taken serious enough. At least not by your parents. Your brothers tried to keep you in their mind. When you were younger you were all they thought about. Making sure you were always alright.

As their own personal problems became an issue, you kind of faded into the background. So fed up with themselves they didn't see that you were distancing yourself from the family. A family you didn't agree with. The dark arts were something you didn't want to touch. You were actually the first of the Black siblings to be disgraced by the family. After an outburst with your parents. You had enough of it, enough of not being seen or heard. They still threated you like a child.

Walburga practically kicked you out without any of your belongings. Tossed out, disowned and disgraced. She would not have a child of her defy against her ways. Saddened and scared you sought refuge with your cousins. They welcomed you into their home. You spend long nights of gossiping about boys and other silly things. It was Bellatrix who caught word of your excile. She was the one practically cursing you out of their house. Casting the unforgiveble curses your way. Chased out, you had no where else to go. wandering around while trying to keep your mood up. Regulus and Sirius caught later word of your exile. Sirius tried searching for you during that long summer. He never found you.

>Hogwarts era

Fourth year at Hogwarts. Never in a million years did you think Malfoy would show interest in you. That snobby kid had annoyed you since first year. Proudly throwing his family name around. Perhaps you never saw it, but come to think of it Lucius had always been annoyingly close to you. He'd always be seated near you in class. Showing his wits and intelligence on purpose to you. Like he'd answer a question right and immediately look your way with a smug face. You had been exciled by your family around the end of your third year. That year was a though one for you. Most of your house ignored you or avoided you in fright of fearing your mother and her wrath as they showed you kindness. Lucius was one of the few who kept a close distance. The maraunders too because of your brother, but they weren't always around. You considered them friends but Lucius's presence felt stronger.

You noticed he staid at Hogwarts during the winter break, even when he usually always went home. He would study in the library near a table to yours. You had caught him glancing a few times at you. At some point you were even ready to throw hands at him for staring. By the end of your fourth year he sought out contact. Actually approaching you to have conversations with you. Most of them were about classes of Quidditch. It was then that you came to understand that Lucius was ver intelligent. Eventhough he was almost the only one seeking contact with you, it grew on you. By the summer you couldn't deny it anymore that you actually missed his annoying presence.

>Dating era

Begin of the fifth year you were excited to meet him again. Lucius was waiting for you by the grand hall as you practically ran up to him. It surprised him to see you so excited.

"What got you so excited Y/n?"

"Just you."

Rather quickly the two of you started dating. Lucius proudly showing you off. Defying anyone that dared to speak faul of you. He would always be defending your name behind your back. One time a few of your house were laughing at you, taunting you. Lucius caught word of it, taking your hand as he pulled you to his side. "Say one more thing about my lady and I'll obliverate you into nothingness. It appears respect has gone missing and I suggest you go find it again. You may think you are funny, but you are not. All I see are three useless wizards not even coming close to the grace of my girlfriend. Who I don't need to remind you can whip your ass in seconds."

Lot's of cuddling and kisses. Forhead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses. Lucius is so devoted to you he would do anything for you. He would slay anyone that disrepects you. Lucius would truly listen to your struggles and try to solve them. Once you were dating, you could live with him at Malfoy Manor. His parent's weren't so keen of it at first, but Lucius talked them into it. Long conversations deep into the night. Dances in the dark, snowball fights and tickle attacks. By the end of the fifth year was Lucius ready to get on one knee and marry you. You told him to wait till after school. You loved him very much, but he was just too eager with it. Well that is what you get with being obsessed with you. He worshiped you.

>After Hogwarts

Lucius and you got rather quickly married. A blissful marriage. It was a small gathering for the party. The mauranders and some friends of his. The two of you became such a strong couple, many aspired to have your kind of relationship. Lucius's devotion to you only grew over time. After a year of marriage you got pregnant with your first child. Around the same time Lily Evans now Potter was. Lucius became so caring and overprotective over your and the unborn child the moment he knew. Brining you everything you needed. Making sure no one would cause you any stress. At night he would happy cry as he is about to be a father. He would never tell you about it, but you secretly knew. He started to prepare for the arrival weeks in. Before you knew it, the house would be filled with baby supplies and douzens of stuffend animals in case the child didn't like the first one he bought.

The pregancy was a smooth one. You gave birth first, Lily second. Lucius cried his eyes out at his newborn son. Draco. Draco got introduced rather quickly to Harry, Lily's child. You would come together so much to share experiences and let Draco and Harry explore together. Lucius and James watching from afar as their wives had the time of their lives. Draco once squeezed James hard in his nose as it made Lucius laugh his ass off. On his turn, tugged Harry once at Lucius's hair, only for the roles to be reversed from laughter. Draco was the first to sit up, while Harry was still struggling a bit with it.

When Lily and James died, the contact with Harry dried out. You never sought him out. Guess it pained you too much. Draco and Harry grew up seperatly despite having shared many months together. After their dead got Draco raised up strict, yet full of love. He was told over and over how much his family name was worth. Lucius wanted his son to know his status. To know how strong of a family they are. He didn't want him to go through the same taunting you went through. You followed Lucius, not wanting Draco to experience the same kind of pain.

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[dracolilhoe]

Forbidden Loyalties (Lucius Malfoy x Y/n)

Lucius Malfoy x fem!ministryworker

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Warnings: Female reader, use of Y/n, Ministry reader, mild swearing, slight choking, implied cheating, teasing

Summary: A young witch named Y/n L/n, who was born in 1964, resumes her work at the Ministry of Magic in the Improper Use of Magic office. She had previously quit her job due to unknown circumstances. However, she has now returned as head of the department but something seems to be stealing her authority...

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

1991 Ministry of Magic

This fucking idiot. I asked for the papers by Monday! It's Friday! I think to myself as I storm angrily to his office. How hard is it to follow simply bloody instructions?!?

Y/n: "Lucius fucking Malfoy!" *Barges into his office*

Lucius: *Looks up from his papers completely unfazed* "A simple knock would be absolutely wonderful." *Rolls eyes*

Y/n: "Don't get a tone with me Malfoy!" *Shuts door and walks closer to him placing her hands on her hips*

Lucius: *Stands up pushing the papers to the side and pushes her against the wall placing his hand around her neck but not squeezing* "Just because your my boss at the moment doesn't mean you have complete authority over me, darling... and frankly I don't like your tone."

Y/n: "Are you threating me?"

Lucius: "I don't know. Am I?" *A smug smirk appears on his face*

Y/n: *Cheeks begin to turn a light shade of pink as she stares up at him* "L-Lucius I don't think this is appropriate..."

Lucius: *Givers her neck a slight squeeze causing Y/n to whimper softly* "Your actions are telling me otherwise." *He whispers softly his eyes scanning me up and down*

Y/n: "Lucius... you have a wife..." *Her voice is barley above a whisper as she gazes up into his cold grey eyes*

Lucius: "I don't see her." *He whispers as he leans down his lips mere centimeters from touching Y/n's*

Y/n: *Eyes flutter as she feels a strange sensation coursing through her body*

Lucius: *Pulls away from her and walks back to his desk picking up a stack of papers* "But you're right. I don't think this is appropriate."

Y/n: *A look of confusion appears on her face* "Lucius-"

Lucius: *Hands her the stack of papers she asked for* "Here are your papers." *Places his hand on her lower back and guides her towards the door*

Y/n: *Stares at him in shock as he gives her a slight push out of his office*

Lucius: "And it's Mr. Malfoy to you, darling." *He says as he smirks at me shutting the door it my face.

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[lilkrabss]

I made this out of the purest desire to have a cute phone wallpaper of this man, not that he isn’t already cute 🥰 but I figure there just isn’t enough fanart of Jason Isaac’s or Colonel Tavington in general. Tavington is my absolute favorite character that Jason plays and he was my first crush and who I experienced my awakening for 🥺 So I hope y’all like this little bby as much as I do.

[slytherweasley]

Hi, can you do a young Lucius Malfoy imagine where we get into an argument so the reader ignores him and he begs for the reader to talk to him. He ends up going down on the reader to make it up to them and they make up at the end. Thank you bae I love reading your work💕

Beg for forgiveness (Lucius Malfoy x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Lucius woke up in a bad mood and you could tell from the moment you greeted him. “Morning Lucius” you smile and press a kiss to his lips which he reluctantly kisses you back. “Not happy to see me this morning?” You question “I never said that” “I know, you didn’t say anything.”

You ignored his bad attitude and tried not to let his bad mood affect you. At the end of the day you met with Lucius in his dorm. You open the door to see Lucius on his bed reading a book.

“Hi darling” you say softly with no reply “I didn’t see you much today. How was your day?” You ask with no reply again, you weren’t used to this neglect from him, Lucius was kind to you. “Are you okay, Lucius?” “Will you shut up? You can see that i’m trying to read without you opening your damn mouth so much” he snaps.

His voice was filled with anger, you’d never heard him speak to you in that way. “Fine” you say fighting back tears and leaving the room. Lucius regretted it as soon as you left, he looked around for you but he couldn’t find you. He was banging on your dorm door but you didn’t say a word, you were angry and sad, you just wanted to be left alone.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the night, the next morning at breakfast you purposely avoided him and he knew to leave you alone until you were ready. By the middle of the day you’d calmed down but you weren’t ready to back down. You wanted to give Lucius a taste of his own medicine after you had to deal with his bad mood.

Lucius found you curled up on the couch in the common room after school. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Will you please talk to me?” He says approaching you but you look away. “Please don’t be like that, I was in a bad mood and I should never have said that” it was bad to say but you were enjoying his pleas to get you back.

“Why should I? I never snap at you” “I know, you’re too good for me, way too good. But I promise I’ll try to be better for you” “How are you going to make it up to me?” You question “Come with me and I’ll show you” “Where are we going?” “My dorm, trust me it will be worth it.”

You reluctantly get up and take his hand as he leads you to his dorm. He shuts the door behind you pressing kisses to your face and then your lips. As things were heating up he takes you to the bed and kissed up your thighs making you squirm as he gets closer to your underwear.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and pulls it down, you kick them off. He kisses your inner thighs, his head disappears under your skirt. You feel as he takes his tongue to your clit, you squirm as he teases you.

He licks up and down your cunt, then sucks harshly on your clit. As it gets more intense, he fingers you starting with a couple fingers. You clench around his fingers trying to relieve yourself as you get closer to your high.

“Fuck I’m close” you yell as he encourages your orgasm. You relax and feel as you finish, you clench around Lucius’ fingers as you arch your back.

Lucius rides out your orgasm before coming up from between your legs. “Do you forgive me yet?” “After that, how could I not?” “Good because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Darling

Warnings: SMUT!!!

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Y/n looked at the gloomy manor as she stood outside waiting for someone to answer the door

The grass was the only lively thing

The trees were dying and so we’re the flowers

What was once a beautiful sight has turned into something horrid to look at (unless if you like dead plants)

There was no other way to get to the Manor unless you could teleport or fly a car there or a broom

It was made that way, so muggles couldn’t find them

~The bricked black door had opened to reveal Narcissa Malfoy

She smiles sweetly at Y/n and then asked ‘what brings you to the manor today Y/n?’

“I’m here to see your husband” Y/n response and now Narcissa’s sweet smile had faded away

“I guess he didn’t tell you the news…” Y/n had a confused expression displayed on her face now

“We got divorced” Narcissa says and Y/n was shocked now

I mean she was expecting it for such a long time now, that it was hard to tell when it was actually going to happen

“Really? I’m so sorry Narcissa” Y/n did feel bad, but she also felt happy since she had always had a crush on her husband

“It’s alright dear. It was bound to happen someday” Narcissa looks down and walks away without a word

Y/n just assumed this meant she could enter the Manor, so she did

She shuts the door behind her and looked in the living room

It was dark in there as always and there was bookshelf’s in the center of the living room and four couches



There was a desk in the corner where Draco would go to study and where Lucius sometimes did his work

She goes over to one of the couches and sat down on them

The green leather really made the couches stand out

“Ah Y/n! I needed to talk to you” Lucius says as he enters the living room

“I actually needed to talk to you as well Lu” he walks over to the couch (which was a couple of inches away from where he stood) and then sat down next to her

“I do hope it’s the same thing” he says as he turns to face her

“What if it isn’t Lu?” She asked him as she turned to face him

“I’d be surprised then, but I’d like to hear what you’ve got to say first” she nods her head

“Well I came over to talk about Draco’s grades. I know I’m just Severus’ assistant, but I do worry about how he’s really doing in potions” she explains and he felt angry

“Y/n my son works his ass off in Severus’ class. Don’t come bitching to me about his grades” she was shocked

Sure Lucius was normally like this, but not towards her

“What’s your deal? You never talk to me like that” she asked with rage in her now and Lucius sighs

“So much shitty stuff as happened to me recently, and if I’m being honest darling, I don’t know how to cope with it” he explains and her expression softens up

She places her hand in his hand

That caught him off guard

He closes his hand and she blushes at the action

“Talk to me Lu. You know I’m always here for you no matter what” he smiles

“Well there’s the divorce and then Draco’s not doing the best in potions as you know, and then Voldemort threatened me recently, since I’ve been slacking” he explains and she frowns

“If you need help with anything the dark lord asks you to do, I’m always an owl away” he smiles

“Thank you darling, and maybe you could help Draco. He likes you a lot” he says and she smiles and then nods her head

“So what was the thing you wanted to tell me?” He bit his lip

“Well I was going to say that I like you a lot darling” he says and her face was red now

“Lu you better not be fucking with my feelings right now” she says and he chuckles

“I’m not Y/n. Don’t worry” she kisses him on the lips and he of course returns the kiss

Her body gets pushed down onto the couch as they made out

Her lips left his and there was lust and desire in his eyes

“We can’t do this here” she says and he stood up

“Then let’s take this to my room dear” he takes out his hand

She excepts it, and he helps her up

He kept her hand in his after she was up

He guides her to his room, which was located upstairs

Once they entered the room, the brown wooden door closed because of Lucius using magic on it

He pins her to the wall and mutters a spell that would make both their clothes vanish

The first thing he notices when she was naked, was the liquid dripping off of her leg

She was wet for him, but of course that wasn’t surprising to him

“My my, what a mess you’ve made” his voice was lower then usual, which didn’t help her at all

“Your about to make it messier daddy” she says and he smirks

He starts attacking her neck with his lips, leaving bite marks and hickeys

Her head rolls back and she moans

Tears left her eyes too, because of the pain, but of course she liked the pain

When he was done with her neck, he started to suck the flesh around her nipples

“Fuck” she grunts out and tried to move her hands, but she couldn’t

He stops and looks deeply into her eyes

“Your not allowed to touch daddy yet” he says and she smirks

He tilted his head a bit and now he was pinned against the wall

He was shocked

“Damn. I didn’t know you were that strong darling” she chuckles and soon his hair was up

“What are you going to do to me darling?” He asked and her hand wonders off to his dick

“Oh you little tease” he says and she begins to finger him

His head rolls back and moans escaped his mouth as she fingers his cock

“Fuck darling” she stops and now she was pinned against the wall again

He places a finger into her pussy and begins to rub it where she likes

“Fuck!” She curses as her head arches back

“That’s what you get darling” he sticks another finger in her and continues to rub that spot

“Lucius” she moans out and managed to get out of his grip and then places both of her hands on his back

“Fuck. You sound so hot” he places his free hand on her neck and tightened his grip a bit

Her eyes were rolled back now and she knew she wasn’t going to last longer

“Fuck! Lu… I-I’m g-gonna-“ he takes both of his fingers out of her and removes his hand from her neck

“Not yet. Could you jump for daddy please?” She nods her head and the jumps

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and the wall was keeping her up

His hands were on her thighs and her hands were back on his back

He brought her over to the bed and then places her down onto it

He hovered over her and smirks

“You ready darling?” She nods her head as a response

He goes into her and let’s her adjust to his size

A moan left her which was enough to know she had adjusted to him

He starts to thrust into her pussy instantly hitting the right spots

Her head was arched back again and her eyes were at the back of her head

All she could see was stars now

But she felt bad since they were doing this with Narcissa home

Sure they weren’t together anymore, but Y/n still felt bad

“She’s okay with this. I’ve seen other woman a month after the divorce” he had read her mind without her permission

Y/n was also wondering how the hell she was able to think clearly when her crush was fucking her right now

“Don’t worry darling daddy I-isn’t u-using you” he says in between moans

Her walls clenched against his cock which meant she was going to cum

He grins and ordered her to cum in her mind

Soon her seed was shot out and all over his cock

He pulls out and moves his head towards her pussy

Her legs go onto his back and now his face was in front of her dripping pussy

He begins to lick the cum off of her pussy

Her head stays arched back, but their was a knock on the door

She lifts up her head and Lucius stops cleaning her up

He lifts his head up and then asked ‘who is it?’

“It’s Draco father… I need help with potions homework” Draco says and then Lucius smiles

“Well Y/n is here, so maybe she could help you out” Lucius says and Draco smiles on the other side of the door

“Oh okay father!” Draco goes back downstairs and Lucius looks at her

She looks at him

“I’m so glad you’re son didn’t hear us” she says and he chuckles

“He definitely did he’s just too traumatized to talk about it right now” Lucius pointed out and Y/n felt bad

“We should be quieter next time” she says and he nods his head in agreement

Lucius’ face was soon closer towards her face and he couldn’t help but admire her beauty

“Lu I have to help your son with his homework” Lucius playfully rolls his eyes and then said ‘fine’ afterwards 

He gets up and soon they had different clothes on then what they were originally wearing

Y/n gets out of the room first and then Lucius left lastly since he held the door open for her

They both started to go down the stairs with their hands intertwined with each other’s

Once they we’re downstairs, Draco had a smile on his face when he saw Y/n

Y/n stopped holding his hand and went to help Draco

Lucius comes over and watches as Y/n helps his son out with homework

It was truly the most magical day for Lucius… and Y/n

[darkest-spawn-by-ll]

An Agreement

By Isabell Lagardère

Big thanks to @soupduke and @ladycatastrophesstuff for beta reading and proofreading. 🖤

Y/n wants to meet Lucius Malfoy so she can make him an irresistible offer…

!NSFW warning!

"Can I help you? " I look at you with disapproval as you stopped right in front of me.

"Do I look like someone who needs help? " She asks him with curiosity and a smirk.

"I do not appreciate your tone." I look her up and down, my face full of disgust and disdain, as I survey her outfit as if she was scum. "The Malfoys are a wealthy family with very high standards for themselves. Your appearance is quite disappointing." I say, because I assume you to be some kind of maid hired by my wife.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you," she looks back at him. "Is there a reason? Don't you like satin? This product is imported from Paris." she points to her dress.

I am very annoyed.

"I dislike anything that has even a hint of muggle influence, including the outfit you are wearing. It is hideous. Who would wear something so gaudy? The Malfoys know subtle elegance and quality, not this nonsense."

"You are exhibiting unnecessary bias. Quality clothing is not related to one's bloodline. I bet my dress is more expensive than yours. You should appreciate my perspective more because, as a pure-blood myself, I value only high quality." She looks at him, studying his expression curiously. She kind of enjoys it.

My expression becomes cold and angry.

"I do not care what you, an insolent mudblood with questionable family loyalty, think. You know nothing about quality. If you did, you wouldn't be wearing this abomination." I spat on the floor a few inches away from you before turning and walking away in disgust. My back was straight, and my head was held high. I scoff.

"An aristocrat and such a jerk? You don't know me, yet you treat me like trash. You have no idea who I am. I am a pureblood from Central Europe. I am not inferior to you. What are you compensating for? Maybe it's referring to the size of something?" She smirks and waits until he stops and turns back to her.

At this point, I lose all of my composure. I turn and glare at her, drawing my wand at this point.

"You... How dare you? How dare you talk to me like that. My family has served the Dark Lord for over a century. You are nothing."

I aim my wand at her.

"I warn you."

I say, with the rest of my patience.

She smirks. Again.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

She quickly pulls out her wand and fights off the curse. "Why, yes, perhaps I don't know much about you, but that does not justify such behaviour, does it?" She is calm, not surprised, simply waiting for his answer. She wants to talk to him.

I stare at her, my hand holding my wand still in front of me. After a moment of shock, I slightly lower my wand, and my glare gradually fades. This is strange. Who could do such a thing with wand movements?

"Who… are you?"

"My name is [Your beautiful name]. As I said, I am of pure-blood from Central Europe. And since I’m visiting London, I knew that I simply had to meet you." She smirks, lowers her wand, and bows slightly.

This answer surprises me. I raise my eyebrow and further lower my wand, but I don't put it away completely just yet. A slight smirk emerges on my face. I speak with a softer tone, words no longer filled with venom.

"You have some nerve coming here to challenge a Malfoy and living to tell the tale. What is your purpose for meeting me?"

"I didn't want to challenge you. You started it." saying so, she gives him a soft smile. "You have quite the power. I understand why you are the right hand of the Dark Lord," she gives him a compliment. "Well, and what’s my purpose? Maybe it's only because of your reputation that precedes you?" She takes a small step towards him.

My eyebrow raises, and my smirk grows wider. I am not accustomed to receiving compliments, but it feels good.

"Well, I usually don't give people a second chance. But you are intriguing. It is rare for someone who challenges a Malfoy to survive. Where are you from? Who are you? Tell me more about yourself, and I may consider giving you a chance."

"Well, my family has been known for their strong magical energy for centuries. Apparently, you're not the only one." She gives him a gentle smile.

I glance at you from head to toe before speaking. My smirk remains, my wand still lowered. You must be truly special to have deflected a death curse.

"Interesting. What is your opinion on pure-bloods and mudbloods? And what about Lord Voldemort?" I ask curiously. After all, I must first make sure of the woman's intentions. I must not allow any threat to the Dark Lord.

"Generally, it depends. I measure people's worth based on their usefulness. I've already met a few wealthy muggle-borns, and the business was rather good, quite the opposite of what I expected. So, this is my stance, but it does not mean that I want to intermix my blood with such individuals."

I give you a subtle nod, pleased with your answer. My smirk grows once again as I listen.

"And what about our Lord?"

"Well, let's just say that I don't agree with all of his ideas. I believe that his actions are primarily causing the economy to stagnate, and as a result, I am experiencing financial losses. I hold the belief that purebloods should maintain their purity, but killing the innocent? That's too much for me. Who will do the menial work for us if we kill them?" She gives him a meaningful look and takes a step closer to him.

My smirk grows once again. My wand is still lowered, but I make a mental note to be cautious of this witch. If she could deflect a curse without difficulty, she can surely accomplish much more. A woman with principles and power is of great value.

"You are not wrong. Say, you're not a fan of the idea of purging muggle-borns, then? Or the rhetoric against muggles and muggle-borns?"

"By no means. While I admit that most of them are annoying, but who, if we kill them, will do the work? I try to look at things from this perspective. Besides, I dislike it when someone tells me what to do." She gives him a significant look.

My smirk grows.

"You are quite independent, aren't you? Not many of us pure-bloods are. You seem peculiar and compelling. I respect that about you."

I return my wand to my pocket. You still have yet to earn my trust, but you have already earned my respect. One last question.

"Do any members of your family have any connections to Lord Voldemort? Or are you looking to join his movement?"

"Oh, thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. And no, I have no ties to the Dark Lord, and I don't plan to have any in the future. I have already told you my reasons." She also put her wand away.

My smirk fades, but the expression of respect lingers. She does not appear to be lying, which is another good sign.

"Very well. You will never know if you don't ask. I have been deceived and lied to before. Now, what is it that you really want from me?"

In truth, based on the small interaction we've had, you seem honest and genuine. I feel that working with you would be more fruitful than fighting against you. I don't believe you have malicious intent or that you would betray the Dark Lord either.

"You are a very alert man, Mr. Malfoy. It must be said." She slowly bites her lower lip. "Well, honestly, what do you think a single woman might be looking for?" She smirks and adjusts her cloak.

I blush slightly, caught off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. You are truly bold. I take a moment to gather my thoughts.

"I am a wealthy and powerful man. I am well-respected and have many connections in influential circles. Is that what you're looking for?"

She takes a step closer to him. "Maybe? What would you say to that? After all, I am also wealthy and have many connections." She smiled softly and looked into his eyes.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I give you a subtle smile.

"Well, if the connections and wealth are true, would you consider forming an… alliance? A mutually beneficial relationship?" I take a few steps towards you, my eyes searching your face before settling on your lips.

"Alliance. Sounds noble indeed. As for the things mentioned a moment ago, you meet my requirements. However, there is one more thing." She looks at him.

"What is it? What else is there besides the things you described?" I take another step closer to you and look into your eyes. You are beautiful, and your eyes are captivating. Yet, it is warm and inviting at the same time. My smirk grows once again, and my heart quickens with excitement.

"Requirements regarding conflicts of interest, if you know what I mean, Mr. Malfoy." She takes a deep breath and bites her lower lip once more.

I nod, understanding what you are talking about. I take another step closer.

"I can see what you mean, and this obstacle is not insurmountable…"

"What do you propose exactly?" I am speaking softly now, and my voice is closer than before. My face is only inches from yours.

"Let's say that I believe you can fulfil all my sexual needs." She says, somewhat flirtatiously, enjoying his slight embarrassment.

All the blood seems to drain from my face before I turn red again within seconds, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks. My smile grows broader as I lean closer. My breath smells like mint, and it feels great to be near you. It seems like I am being seduced, and yet I am not unhappy about it. I feel a small part of me is enjoying it.

"You are certainly an interesting woman. How would you like to proceed with this agreement?" I whisper softly, speaking to you in a low voice.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, do you have time? Perhaps now? As for my requirements, I prefer to ensure that they can be met promptly." She closes her eyes seductively and purrs his name softly.

My face turns redder than I thought was possible. I nod once more.

"Yes, I have plenty of time. And I enjoy taking care of my business as soon as possible." My words are soft, almost like a whisper, as I close the distance between us completely.

Suddenly, I grab you and press my lips against yours.

She is a little surprised but doesn't resist the sudden change and returns his kisses.

My lips move over yours, savouring the taste of your tongue. My heart is racing, and my blood is boiling. This is the only way to describe how I feel. I pull back slightly, placing my hand under your chin and holding your face gently.

"My private library is nearby. Would you like to come with me?" I am smirking again, my breath is heavy.

"If it is certain that we will not meet your wife, a more private and quieter place would be preferable." Her breath and pulse quickened, and her cheeks turned slightly red from the sudden touch of his lips.

"My wife? You needn't worry about my wife." I speak with a sly grin.

I take your hand and lead you into the dark and empty library. Once I am behind one of the large shelves, I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close to me. I start kissing you again, my lips trailing against your neck and collarbone.

She exhales softly, taken aback by the suddenness of the event and the touch of his lips. All she feels is desire and his touch. She runs her hands carefully through his hair and pulls him closer into a kiss, trying to press her body against his.

I smile softly as I feel your body pressed against mine. What is this...? I am being seduced! Never in my life has such a thing happened as my marriage was arranged before I was born. But I don't mind... I push aside thoughts of duty and loyalty. I set aside my past and the things I have learned. I want you to know that I am here for you, and that the two of us are all that matters.

I run my hand slowly up your thigh as I continue to kiss you deeply. My eyes have shut now. I am lost in you and in this moment.

She feels the bookshelves digging into her back, but she doesn't notice the discomfort. All she can feel is his touch, his hands wandering over her body. She wants more.

I let my hand wander slowly and deliberately, my eyes still shut, but I can feel you against me. I am lost... I have never felt such ecstasy in my life. I never thought anyone could make me feel this way. I never thought I would be so willing to give up the things that define me, even if it's for just a split second, to enjoy such a special moment.

My touch moves up your thigh. It's unlike anything I've ever done before. My hand moves higher, and a soft gasp escapes my lips.

His hands reached for her crotch, making her sigh softly. She runs her hands down his coat, unbuttons it, and then proceeds onto his waistcoat and shirt. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust. Then she whispers, "So far, Mr. Malfoy, you meet my requirements perfectly."

I let out a small chuckle as you touch me, my breathing becoming heavy and my heart beating rapidly. I give in to my desires once more, my voice soft and low.

"I am pleased, but are you?" I speak softly. I open my eyes slightly and gaze into yours. They are so inviting. "I would hate to do something that you do not desire, my dear..." I want you to be happy with what will follow.

"Can you elaborate on what will happen next?" She whispers softly and seductively in his ear. "But if you plan to continue with the same attitude as before, I think I will be completely satisfied." She tenderly bites her lip and slowly runs her hands under his shirt.

I have never experienced a moment like this before. Never have I let my desires rule me. I fear that this feeling might consume me. It already has.

I smile and tenderly return the kiss. I let out a soft moan before answering you. "I can assure you that I will make sure that you are more than fully satisfied. As you know, I have a reputation for never leaving a deal unfinished."

"Yes, please, continue…" she whispers and caresses his hands as they explore her body. Then she grunts softly. "Now you don't mind my clothes so much, do you?" And she lightly smirks between kisses.

"Oh, I mind... but your clothes will be coming off soon enough." My voice is soft, almost as if it's lost in the moment. I kiss you again, while my hands wander lower.

If just the idea of taking a step further is exciting, then the reality can almost be overwhelming. I feel a hot flush on my face, and my heart races even faster. My breathing is becoming ragged. I let out another soft moan before answering.

Her cheeks turned even redder, she didn't expect such an answer. But it is a pleasant surprise. She laughs softly. "Well then, I hope you at least appreciate my lingerie." Then she unbuckles his pants in one swift motion and lets out a whimper as she feels his hands move lower.

My laughter matches yours, and I am slightly taken aback by your boldness. I seem to be the one losing control. I can barely contain myself.

I nod, whispering my words. "Yes, that sounds like something I will appreciate, my dear."

She whimpers and unbuttons his pants. "Please, don't make this much longer. I can't take it anymore."

I nod and release a soft chuckle. I am beyond self-control now. I want what she is offering. More than anything, I want it.

This will be quick. "You don’t need to worry," I whisper softly as my hand moves lower again.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy-" she gently guided his hand to the buttons of her dress.

This is it. There is no turning back now.

I slowly undress her, my hands moving deliberately yet gently. My breath is heavy, and my face is red. I am lost in this moment and can only think with my body. But at last...

"You are beautiful," I whisper, as my clothes lay in a heap beside us. "Let me experience your beauty, please."

"You have my permission, Mr. Malfoy. Since the moment we made that alliance." She whispers calmly and wraps her legs around his waist as he lifts her up.

We are finally free. There is nothing holding us back, and the moment is intense. My heart is beating harder and faster than ever before, and my breaths are heavy with excitement. It feels as though I might burst from the desire that wells up inside me. I am not sure what to do with myself.

Then, finally, with her help he pulls down his pants a bit and directs his hard steel wrapped in velvet into her. She's so wet. He slowly slides inside her. A growl escapes his throat. The heat that surrounded him was unbearable. The beautiful sounds that flowed from her mouth were muffled by his lips as she pulled him into passionate kisses.

I'm starting to thrust into you. Slowly at first, but then, with increasing desire, I increase the pace and force of the thrusts... your eyes beg for more, your sighs are interrupted, full of excitement. In the end, I let my instincts take over. I kiss you hard and passionately and gently lay you down on the sofa behind the shelves. My hands travel down your body, seeking every inch of your skin they can find, still pounding hard into you. I can't stop. I can't silence your voice.

"You are incredible," I speak softly.

She blushes, flattered by his words. Her body is feverishly hot, enjoying it much more than she expected. He is an attentive lover who pays attention to every part of her. She can't get enough, she wants more.

My hands continue to search you, tracing curves, lines, and angles that delight me. I kiss you again, this time with more depth and passion, our lips and tongues intertwining. I am not sure what to call this feeling or experience, but I want it to last forever. My breath is becoming heavier as this continues, my desire for you pushing me to the edge of insanity... I am relishing every moment of this.

"I believe you will take me to the top at any moment." She exhales, her voice barely audible and trembling. She feels that soon the warmth of the desired satisfaction will wash over her.

I feel it too. My desire has consumed me so completely that I can barely think, but I yearn to see you. I want you to desire me as much as I desire you.

She wraps her legs around him once more and exhales heavily. She just needs a little more time to reach the peak of her desire. "Please don't stop," she whispers, letting herself be consumed by passion.

I smile. I would never stop. I want this... I want this more than I have ever wanted anything before. My heart pounds louder, my breath grows heavier still, and my thrusts are still as hard. I can feel the fire in my chest, fuelled by my desire for you. The power in my arms and shoulders grows as I continue... You look perfect. You are what I want the most.

"Do you like it?" I whisper, my hands moving down to her crotch to help her reach that sweet point.

"I sure do... " her words were interrupted by her sighs. "Please-, keep moving- tha- that hand."

"Of course, my dear…anything for …our...business. Right know I would burn the world for you if you desired it." You are my only interest. My heart feels like a stone until you touch me.

For the first time in my life, I feel completely driven by desire rather than reason. I am lost, and I know it. But at the moment, it seems like the least important thing because I am currently experiencing more enjoyment than I ever have before.

After he spoke, she began to feel pressure in her lower abdomen. Her legs began to shake slightly and with the thrusts so deep into her she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. Then, she arched violently, and a whimper escaped from her mouth. Her legs were shaking from the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

I look down at you, and my smile broadens when I finally see what I have been searching for. The expression on your face and the sounds you make are unlike anything else... My heart beats fast as I gaze at you, and my breath is heavy once again, but with a joy I have never experienced before.

"I've never- felt better- than- I do now," she gasped between his thrusts. He looked at her. Straight into her eyes and then he pounced on her lips. He too felt that he was nearing an irreversible end. And right after, a passionate snarl bursts out of his mouth full of immeasurable excitement. She feels his cum spill inside her, that pleasant warmth... surrounded by it...

In all my life, I have never felt this complete, utterly intoxicated... I am the happiest I have ever been in my life, the most satisfied.

I feel like I am in heaven. Breathing heavily, my words soft. I feel like I have reached new heights - a realm of pleasure and delight that I did not know existed until I met you.

He lies down next to her and throws the blanket, which was folded on the edge of the sofa, over them. She looks at him, satisfied and a little tired. "So, Mr. Malfoy, will our agreement continue in the future? If you're still interested, of course." she whispers and turns to look at his face.

I smile and nod, my eyes feeling a little tired too. This was certainly a tiring night…

"Of course, my dear. What kind of idiot would I be to turn down such a perfectly presented opportunity?" I whisper as I put my hand under your chin. "We will work more on finalizing our agreement… May I ask… Are you satisfied with tonight?" I said.

"I am more than I thought I would be." She responded to him but was startled when she heard a woman's voice coming from the corridor.

"Lucius, my love, where are you?"

"That's your wife!" she whispered, a little scared, and looked at him.

I stiffen at the sound. My face immediately changes from the happiness I was feeling in the moment to the same old coldness which I have become known for. I am instantly on alert now. I take a deep breath through my nose. I can only hope that my wife is too tired to enter her study tonight. My jaw clenches. I feel my shoulders tensing and my face suddenly growing cold. "Oh no… We must find a way to hide you."

"Maybe hiding in your bed isn't the best idea." She says teasingly, lightening up the mood of a serious situation.

I let out a small laugh, which surprises me. My face even has a hint of a smile on it. But only for a moment...

"You are right. That would be... bad." I speak softly and get up. My face returns to its cold composure as I take a moment to think. My mind seems to start racing. "I have an idea. Follow me."

She quickly puts on her clothes, grabs the rest of her belongings as he does, before following him.

I lead you to a secret, hidden room in my office. It is a small windowless room with only a small bed and no other furnishings. "It may not be the most luxurious place, but it is safe. I assure you that you will be protected from any potential discovery here."

My voice is quiet and serious, devoid of the facade of coldness that I usually wear, and fully present in the moment. "This room is a well-kept secret. My wife will never find you here." I speak carefully, keeping my voice low.

As soon as he closed the door of the hidden room in his office and went to find his wife, she quickly put on the rest of her clothes and retrieved a small piece of parchment from her purse. She hastily scribbled a message onto the paper. Then, she made sure that there was no trace of her left except for the message.

Then for the last time she looked sadly at the door in which he had disappeared before. "Goodbye." She whispered and teleported away using a spell, even though it should have been impossible.

I return to my office, my face once again cold and stern, and find my wife waiting for me. I give a harmless smile.

"Good evening, Narcissa." I speak in a soft voice but maintain my cold composure. She has interrupted a night that I have never enjoyed more in my life. I sit down at my desk and wait for her to speak, carefully considering an appropriate response. I won't reveal anything about my encounter with the witch who visited me today. I need to be more cautious and not let my emotions get the best of me.

When Narcissa finally left after a long and tiring conversation, he went to open the door of his secret only to find it empty. There was no trace of that beautiful witch, except for a piece of parchment.

I pick up the piece of parchment. I am somewhat irritated by the note despite not yet knowing its meaning. I open it and read it, and the content makes it clear what this woman has done. I sit there with the paper in my lap for a few minutes and think. A small smile begins to appear on my face. Things just got interesting.

[daddy-issues-99]

What the HP DILFs would be like during sex 16+

Lucius~

During sex Lucius would one hundred percent be in it for his own benefit and have you as an afterthought but will always manage to eventually give you what you want.  Lucius would be a rough partner, always ready to leave bruises and marks just to be able to show that you are his and his alone.  He is without a doubt a brat tamer, he is always up for a challenge and will always manage to put you in your place.  Lucius is the kind to punish you and have you at his will in every way, from the time you get to the room to when your putting you clothes back on.  His kinks would include degradation, impact play, bondage, brat tamer and ownership. 

Severus~

Severus would most likely be doing something with you because of jealousy.  He’ll see you talking to someone else and as soon as their gone he’ll remind you who you belong, but he wont go to far, just enough so that you’ll be out of sight from prying eyes.  Why not have a little fun and risk being caught?  His kinks would include roleplay, praise/degradation, lingerie and getting caught.

Sirius~

Oh boy, this man will take you through the experience of a lifetime.  While this man is a gentleman he wont hesitate to put you in your place and make you work for what you want, but in the end he’ll always give you what you want.  He’s been gone for a long time, he wants to cherish you and the experience so he will always make it worth while.  Afterwards he’ll always shower you with love and make sure your okay, your his and he wants you to fell safe and happy.  His kinks would include praise, marking, rough sex and aftercare.   

Remus~

This man knows how to make you squirm.  During sex Remus would one hundred percent take his time and enjoy every moment of  it.  However Remus would make sure you know how much you need him and wont let you cum until he thinks you deserve it.  but he loves you, he’ll always let you cum.  His kinks would include edging, body worship and nicknames. 

[insomniacaesthetic]

Requests for Narcissa Malfoy are open. 😫✨(I have enough requests for Lucius and Sev at this time!)

Open to headcanons, blurbs/drabbles, etc. (no full fledged fics pls)

Send them and I’ll try and get to them asap.

No rules really. If I’m uncomfy I won’t write it but I’m always open to writing darker stuff as y’all know. Just no incest or beastiality pls 💀

I mostly write Female reader but can try my hand at gender neutral if you want. Just specify.

ONCE AGAIN No full fledged fic requests

[slytherintrikru]

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠/𝘕 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. (𝘚𝘏𝘌’𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘈𝘎𝘌)

[ashdreams2023]

Lucius malfoy and severus snape (poly) with a s/o who likes sweets and candy and anything that has sugar but somehow the slimmest person between them? Like not skin and bones thin but like still thin for how much sugar they eat (bonus points if they still eat normal food)

- @vivian-the-fanfic-writer

Of course!

Severus snape x reader with a sweet tooth x lucius Malfoy (poly)

Lucius was the first to notice your liking to sweets first since he met you inside an ice cream shop

"You stacked every flavor they had I was both concerned and amused at the same time"

Lucius also likes to take you to different bakeries around France when you get the chance to go with him on business

Severus on the other hand found out about your appetite when he started noticing the chocolate frogs in his desk drawer missing

He wasn’t mad, he just preferred you told him you wanted to take from them instead of acting like a little thief, candy thief

You start your day with something sweet in your breakfast, you don’t over do it but it’s noticeable that you go for extra sugar and cream or buy a pastry filled with something like cream or chocolate

Lucius buys you the best chocolates when traveling around Europe

Severus makes sure when you’re over for tea or something to have a sweet treat for you ready

"Don’t think much about it I’m just being decent" "whatever helps you sleep at night sev"

When you’re all three dining together lucius makes sure the house elves go all out, especially for dessert and severus usually gives you half his share since he’s not that big on sweets

Severus doesn’t like the high sugar consumption for you health but doesn’t comment on it since you do equally eat other more reasonable foods

Severus does like to sip hot coco with you in the dungeons during winter time

Lucius and severus always remember to bring you a souvenir when you can’t tag along their trips

Severus has to remind lucius that you actually eat other food and don’t survive on sweets and the power of the son

"Sev is right you don’t have to scan the dessert menu every time we plan to go somewhere, honestly I’ll be fine"

Severus is much like your condition, he eats as much as you if not more but his weight never changed and stays the same unlike lucius

One time he took a two month vacation and by the end of it gained 13kg (30 pounds)

You like to call it relationship weight, lucius thinks he let himself go, he looks at you and severus with angry envy and yells at the house elves for making him eat this much (it’s completely his fault)

When you want to snack away on a sweet treat you go and snuggled underneath Severus’s cloak just because you can and no one would dare steal from you like that

Lucius nicknames you sweetness, because you’re already sweet and you eat things that make you sweeter

But although they have no issues with your consumptions they do watch out for your health a little extra

Catch severus sneaking in vitamins into your gummy bears and lucius making his house elves add extra veggies and more nutrients ingredients into meals

[pinemai]

Lost Fanfic! Lucius Malfoy x Y/N

- Y/N stays at Malfoy Manor with Draco.

- Lucius uses occlumency on Y/N, and finds some rather ~spicy~ thoughts, intense eye-contact games ensue.

- Cut to sneaking into Lucius's room in the middle of the night. Very very spicy.

- Picnic with the whole family and a confrontation from a very suspicious Narcissa.

- Party I think? This might have been a different fic but one where many students visit the manor, get tipsy, things go haywire and Lucius gets very protective.

Does anyone know the one I'm thinking of? It was so much fun and I miss it :')

P.S. I read it on Wattpad, not sure if it's also available on other sites - but filters haven't given me any luck as of yet.

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

W/C: 1.5k

Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;

Draco, 

I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.

He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’ 

It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most. 

The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.

—-

“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”

“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.

“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.” 

“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up. 

“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.

Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.

His hopes were on her.

He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.

In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway. 

He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag –  but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.

Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.

—- 

Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with. 

“Draco, 

I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.

I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me? 

You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”

He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.

Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today. 

He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.

He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you. 

Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint. 

But it’s not the right time 

You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.

He finally found you. 

“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.

“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.” 

He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.

This was the right time.

 “Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

[goldenbuckyyy]

LOVER

Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadn’t posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one. 

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

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“Shhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,” your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him. 

You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations you’re currently feeling. 

A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh. 

Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. You’re always going to want more. 

More. More. More. 

Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly. 

You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together. 

Always together. 

Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin. 

His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast. 

His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, “God, I love you. I love how we’re still in sync even after all this time.” 

“So do I,” you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up. 

“It’s starting already?” He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst. 

“Shush,” you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly. 

Three months to go. 

You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door. 

“You’re a sight, my love.” 

“Draco!” You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory. 

You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes. 

He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin. 

You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member. 

Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh. 

“Stop it,” you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile. 

“Stop what?” He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business. 

“I’m already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!” Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands. 

Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. “Technically it’s only your fifth pregnancy!”

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love it,” he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again. 

You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up.  

You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and you’re humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses. 

You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you. 

“Good morning, mummy!” Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile. 

You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, “Good morning, my little angel. Where’s your brother?” 

She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, “Brushing his teeth, mummy.” 

“Did you brush yours already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder. 

“Duh, mummy!!” 

Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss. 

“Be careful!!” You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms. 

He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didn’t just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyra’s soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly. 

Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work. 

The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk. 

Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other. 

Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands. 

You set the plates down as you hand Draco’s hot coffee that’s under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug. 

The room is soon filled with loud children talking.  Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since it’s Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon. 

Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them. 

“What are your plans today, baby?” 

You hum as you finish your bite of food, “Hermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think they’re having godchildren withdrawal.” 

Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, “Of course they are. Our children are the best.” 

You smile at him, “So, Pansy told Theo and now he’s coming over with the kids as well.” 

Draco nodded his head, “I’m sure Potter is happy about that.” 

“Anything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,” you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends. 

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, “I’m sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didn’t they just adopt baby Sirius?” 

“Baby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case he’s dealing with passes.” 

Draco hums in agreement, “I wish we were like that.” And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile.  

You poke him with your fork and shake your head, “We have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!” You eye him with an authoritative look. 

“Anything you say, my love.” 

“Do you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?” You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure she’s eating. Draco doesn’t miss the tone of your voice at your question. 

“You’ve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?” 

“I have,” you reply softly. “It’s just.. Pansy always says she’s okay with just being a godmother, but ‘Min…” you trail off with a sad smile. 

Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, “I understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what we’ve noticed.” 

“Maybe. I don’t want to overstep,” you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and can’t help but love how much he looks like his father and how big he’s gotten. 

The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you can’t help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love. 

The one who made you want a million more babies. 

Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyra’s high chair. 

You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work. 

Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over. 

He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste. 

“I love you,” you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips. 

“I love you more,” he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth. 

“Be careful and I’ll see you soon,” you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace. 

“Always am, my love. And I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your children’s giggles and loud voices playing together.  

You take a moment to take it all in. 

Loving the same boy… now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it. 

What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss.