That awkward moment when your dad is summoned to collect you from the principals office...
"What the fuck did you do?"......
You know when you're fucked 😬
Shit shit shit .....
Hairbrushed Hearts
Draco Malfoy
Description : Draco developing a habit of doing Y/n's hair over the years
fluff
Draco's First Attempt
Draco sat on the edge of the bed in his dorm , Y/n seated in front of him on a cushioned stool. The dim candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the room as Draco ran his fingers through her unruly Y/hc hair. He had always found solace in the task of taming her locks, and tonight was no different. As he gently brushed through the strands, Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into his touch.
"Draco, you have such a knack for this," she murmured, her voice filled with contentment.
He smirked, his fingers weaving effortlessly through her hair. "It's just one of my many talents, darling," he replied, his tone laced with playful arrogance. "Besides, I have to make sure you look presentable. Can't have my girlfriend running around with a mess on her head, now can I?"
Y/n chuckled, swatting him playfully on the arm. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, a fondness evident in her voice.
"But you love me anyway," Draco teased, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her temple.
Habit Continues
It had been a few months since Draco and Y/n's wedding, and they were settling into their married life together. Draco was still adjusting to the idea of being married , but he couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n. One morning, as they sat together in their cozy living room, Y/n was struggling with her unruly hair.
"Draco, I can't seem to get my hair to cooperate today," she sighed, frustration evident in her voice. Her Y/hc locks tumbled around her shoulders in an untamed fashion.
Draco looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, let me have a go at it, love. You know my talent for taming your wild locks," he offered, a playful smile playing on his lips.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to expect. Nevertheless, she handed him a hairbrush and sat back, watching as Draco approached her with a newfound determination. His fingers gently sifted through her hair, unraveling the knots and taming the wild strands.
As he worked, Draco found himself growing more and more engrossed in the task. The silky texture of Y/n's hair slipped through his fingers, and he reveled in the intimate act of caring for her in this simple way. Gradually, the unruly tresses began to submit to his touch, transforming into a sleek and elegant style that framed Y/n's face.
When he finished, Draco stepped back to admire his handiwork. Y/n turned to look at herself in the mirror, her emerald eyes widening in surprise and delight. "Draco, you did it! You actually tamed my hair," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Draco couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her reaction. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her temple. "Only for you, my darling," he murmured softly.
A Daily Ritual
Months turned into years, and Draco's newfound talent for styling Y/n's hair became a daily ritual. Each morning, they would sit in front of the vanity mirror in their shared bedroom, Draco standing behind Y/n with the hairbrush in hand. It had become their private moment, a way for them to connect and start the day in an intimate and loving manner.
Draco's fingers moved with practiced ease through Y/n's tresses, unraveling any knots and weaving them into intricate braids or elegant updos. Sometimes, he would experiment with different hairstyles, trying out new techniques he had learned from professional hairdressers or simply improvising.
Y/n would close her eyes, savoring the gentle touch of her husband's hands on her scalp. The sensation was soothing and comforting, a reminder of the love that had grown between them. She trusted Draco implicitly, allowing him to mold her hair into any style he desired, knowing that he would always make her look beautiful.
Occasionally, their son Scorpius would wander into their bedroom, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. At six years old, he had already developed a deep admiration for his father and a desire to emulate him in every way possible. He would perch himself on the edge of the bed, watching intently as Draco worked his magic on Y/n's hair.
"Can I help, Daddy?" Scorpius would ask, his voice filled with eagerness.
Draco would smile and ruffle his son's hair affectionately. "Of course, Scorp. Here, take this brush and try combing through Mummy's hair," he would say, passing Scorpius a smaller brush.
Father and Son Bonding
As the years went by, Draco noticed that Scorpius had developed a keen interest in hair styling, just like his father. It had become a shared passion between them, a way for them to bond and spend quality time together.
Draco and Scorpius would often find themselves in front of the vanity mirror, with Y/n sitting patiently between them. While Draco worked on one side of her head, Scorpius would take the other, mirroring his father's movements with a childlike enthusiasm.
Together, they would experiment with different hairstyles, laughing and joking as they tried to outdo each other. Sometimes, Scorpius would come up with imaginative creations that left both Draco and Y/n in fits of laughter.
As Scorpius combed through Y/n's hair, he would occasionally glance up at his mother, his eyes shining with adoration. "Mummy, you look so pretty," he would say, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Y/n would return his smile, her heart filled with warmth. "Thank you, sweetheart. You and Daddy make me feel beautiful every day," she would reply, her voice tinged with love.
A Shared Tradition
As time passed, the habit of doing Y/n's hair became a cherished tradition for the Malfoy family. It was something they looked forward to every morning, a moment of connection and love amidst the chaos of their daily lives.
Draco and Scorpius had become skilled in their craft, each with their own unique flair. They would take turns, one styling Y/n's hair while the other watched, ready to offer compliments or suggestions. It had become a dance of love, a symphony of trust and affection.
Sometimes, Y/n would join in the fun, attempting to style Draco or Scorpius' hair, much to their amusement. They would all end up in fits of laughter, hairbrushes and hair ties strewn across the room, as they playfully teased and styled each other.
Through the years, their love only grew stronger, intertwined with the simple act of taming Y/n's unruly locks. It was a constant reminder of their journey from enemies to lovers, a testament to the power of love and forgiveness.
In the quiet moments, as Draco's fingers glided through Y/n's hair, and Scorpius followed suit, the room would be filled with an unspoken understanding—a bond that transcended words. They were a family, united by love and the shared joy of caring for one another, one strand of hair at a time.
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I need someone to do my hair too
on today’s agenda: going feral over that old man
Can’t stop. Won’t stop
Incandescent Love
Draco Malfoy
Description : Draco and Scorpius share the same birthday
warning : grumpy Draco , allusions of passionate night
w/c : 933
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It was a bright and sunny morning at Malfoy Manor, where the Malfoy family resided. The luxurious estate exuded an air of elegance and opulence, matching the refined taste of its inhabitants.
Draco Malfoy, with his perfectly groomed platinum blond hair and his piercing grey eyes, sat at the kitchen table. He looked a bit grumpy as he sipped his morning tea, watching as his one-year-old son, Scorpius, energetically devoured his breakfast.
Today was a special day—his birthday. But as he prepared to celebrate, there was a bittersweet feeling that lingered in his heart. You see, his son Scorpius also shared the same birthday, and Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
Y/n, wearing a flowing emerald green dress that accentuated her eyes, bustled around the grand dining room, making sure everything was prepared for the day's festivities. The table was adorned with exquisite decorations, and an array of delectable treats filled the air with their tempting aroma.
As she surveyed the room, Y/n couldn't help but notice Draco's sour expression. She knew he was feeling overshadowed by Scorpius' birthday celebration, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"Draco," Y/n called out, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Now that we're parents, we have to prioritize our little Scorp's birthday. After all, he's turning one today! I'm sure you understand."
Draco arched an eyebrow and set down his teacup. "What do you mean, darling? It's my birthday too," he said with a hint of annoyance.
Y/n walked over to him, leaning against the table and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, I know, ferret. But think about it. We've had so many birthdays for ourselves, and this is Scorpius's first. We should make it extra special for him. Besides, isn't it time we prioritize our little one over ourselves?"
Draco grumbled under his breath; his irritation evident. He had always enjoyed the attention and grandeur associated with his own birthday, but now it seemed his son's celebration had taken precedence. "I understand, love," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. "But it doesn't mean I have to like it."
Y/n stifled a laugh, realizing she had successfully gotten under Draco's skin. She continued her preparations with a playful gleam in her eyes, knowing she had something special planned for Draco later in the evening.
As the day progressed, the Malfoy family gathered in the lush garden, where a carnival-like atmosphere had been created to celebrate Scorpius' birthday. There were colorful decorations, a bouncy castle, and various games and activities for the children to enjoy. Scorpius, with his striking resemblance to Draco, reveled in the attention, his grey eyes sparkling with delight.
Draco watched as his son laughed and played, a mixture of pride and envy swirling within him. He adored Scorpius with all his heart, but a small part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness that his own birthday was being overshadowed. He found himself longing for the days when he was the center of attention.
Finally, as the night fell and the guests bid their goodbyes, Draco found himself alone with his wife. They stood in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. Draco's frustration mingled with anticipation, while Y/n wore a knowing smile.
Without a word, Y/n took Draco's hand and led him up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. She opened the door to their bedroom, and Draco's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.
Candles flickered softly, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the scent of roses, Draco's favorite flowers. The bed was adorned with luxurious silk sheets, inviting and enticing.
Draco turned to Y/n, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. "What is all this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Y/n stepped closer, her voice a seductive murmur. "Consider it your birthday present, my love. A night dedicated solely to you, where we can celebrate both your birthday and our love."
Draco's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he realized the depth of his wife's affection for him. The jealousy and grumpiness from earlier faded away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love and desire. Before he could utter another word, Y/n’s lips crashed against his in a passionate embrace. Draco's surprise turned into pure bliss as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way around her waist. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate dance of desire and affection.
As they broke apart, their breaths mingling, Draco's eyes were filled with a newfound appreciation and love for his wife. "You truly know how to surprise me, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "You've made this birthday unforgettable."
Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and triumph. "You deserve every bit of happiness, my ferret," she murmured, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of his face. "Scorpius may have his special day, but tonight, it's all about you."
They slowly made their way to the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and intimacy. The night was filled with whispered words of love, gentle caresses, pleasured moans and shared laughter. Draco lost himself in the pleasure of Y/n's touch, their connection growing deeper with every passing moment.
As dawn approached, the couple lay wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow, their bodies spent but their hearts overflowing with love. Draco looked at Y/n, his eyes filled with gratitude and adoration.
"Thank you, love," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "This has been the best birthday gift I could ever ask for."
Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, ferret. Happy birthday, my darling Draco. Here's too many more years of love and passion." In that moment Draco realized that perhaps, despite the passing of time and the shifting of priorities, his birthday was as special as ever. And as the sun rose on a new day, he found himself grateful for the love and passion that filled his life, knowing that with Y/n and Scorpius by his side, every day was a celebration.
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⭑ made with love. draco malfoy x reader
summary. it's winter, you’re sick, and draco is extremely rational a terrible, doting mess about it.
tags. fluff! so much fluff! married couple, gn!reader, lots of banter, post-hogwarts with one fleeting mention of the war, draco's anxiety is whetted by a common cold, he basically treats the reader like they hung the moon in the sky and also have the power to yank it down at any given moment. he's very grumpy. but so so in love.
note. my sweet anons!! i tried on three separate occasions to write the requests in my inbox but sometimes i need to be in the depths of hell (ovulation week) to manage smut. i'm sorry. i've made some progress i swear! but the draco hyperfixation came out of NOWHERE and unfortunately i had to indulge in it. also thank you so much for 200! :’)
word count. 1.6k
You are deplorable.
With a fever temperature of 40° and explicit instructions to stay in bed, you’re discernibly not in bed when he makes it home from the apothecary, a jumbled mess of the blankets he’d swathed you in left in your place. Your slippers are absent. Your slippers — in two feet of snow. Your coat is gone too, at least; ridiculously thick and unnecessarily long, though now he’s thankful for it.
The church decided on appropriate punishments, and in cases where the situation was severe, they even administered them in front of the congregation.
spankingtushnthegiblets
….looks like a jameson gal…
Joanne Jameson is the best !!
For harsh spanking good securing is a must!
You had to still see the other fellow and no matter how I warn you , you disappoint me and so now i going to beat your ass and your young man will be called after to see your bruised bottom and I will let him know how I feel of your cheating ways.
Que nos sujete así y nos pegen en el culo con la caña 🍑🍑🍑
Certaines fautes particulièrement graves justifient une fessée magistrale