malfoy x reader

Vine references: Harry Potter Characters

Harry: Well I’m doing just fine…I lied I’m dying inside

Ron: i don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets

Hermione: that is not correct. Because according to the encyclopaedia of pl-pl-pl-pl-pl-

Neville: Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane tortilla

Luna: he needs some milk

Ginny: Go back to sleep, and starve.

Draco: hey loser, say kid backwards! [dik?] Ha ha, that’s gay…

Dumbledore: [HoW dO yOu kNoW wHaT’s gOoD fOr mE?] THAT’S MY OPINIONNN!!!..

Snape: *to the ghostbusters theme song* I’m an adult virgin

Lily: oh my god why can’t you just take the freaking compliMEEEENTT

James: People constantly ask me what’s it like to be a sexy-

Sirius: All I wanna tell you is school’s not important… Be whatever you wanna be. If you wanna be a dog…RUFF. You know?

Remus: [dad, look! it’s the good kush…] This is the dollar store how good can it be?

Peter: I brought you Myrrh [thank you] Mur-dur! [huh…]

McGonagall: smack that bitch

Flitwick: I said whoever threw that paper, your moms a hoe!

Hagrid: look at all those chickens

Arthur: road work ahead? Yeah I sure hope it does

Molly: every time you don’t yell at your kids, put a quarter in your sock and soon you’ll have a weapon to beat-

Bill: wOw

Charlie: So no head?

Percy: Hey everybody, today my brother pushed me, so I’m starting a kickstarter to put him down. The benefits of killing him would be: I would get pushed way less.

Fred: can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle?

George: I’m John Cena!

Tonks: This bitch empty, YEET!

Moody: I wanna be a cowboy baby

Colin: That was legitness

Cho: Chris is that a weed?

Cedric: Oh my god they were roommates

Fleur: hi, I’m Renata Bliss and I’m your freestyle dance teacher

Victor: *slides in* Good evening

Dudley: Whaddup my name is Jared, I’m 19, and I never fucking learnt how to read

Petunia: I saw you hanging out with caitlin yesterday!! [r-rebecca, it’s not what you think!] i won’t hesitate, bitch! * pew pew *

Vernon: the cheese of truth *puts cheese on newspaper* immigrants cause cancer

Dobby: Hi welcome to chilli’s

Hedwig: Bitch I hope the fuck you do! You’ll be a dead son of a bitch I tell you

Narcissa: two shots of vodka *pours in half a bottle of vodka*

Bellatrix: I love you bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you….bitch.

Voldemort: I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me

Who You Belong To

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, jealous Draco

Tags: @xx-thefandomssavedme-xx, @capsbuchanan, @justareader, @jarnesbrnes, @bovaria, @buckys-shield

Summary: Draco and you go to the ball but not together, but you do leave together.

A/N: Gryffindor reader because thatโ€™s how it needs to be to let this story work out.

Originally posted by harley-quinn

Keep reading

When you hear someone mention your fandom

Problems of being a fangirl

Asexual as fuck for actual people.

Slutty bisexual for fictional characters.

After making sure Gryffindor wins the House Cup
  • Dumbledore: I'm so generous
  • Dumbledore: 10 points to Dumbledore
Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) 

UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)

1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
15. A: How do you make someone holy?
      B: You beat the hell out of them.

16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
      B: Not me, I’m important.
17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
      B: THanks.
      A: You’re welcome.
25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
26. A: What are you reading?
      B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
      A: wHAT the fuck?

27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
      B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.

39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
     B: That’s my right boob though.
     A: Babe.

40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question.
42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.

49.I ship me and that boat.
50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.
51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.
52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.
54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?
55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.
56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING
57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.
58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.
59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.
60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.
61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.
62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.
63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.
64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.
65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?
66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.
67.A: I love you.
     B: What if I got a bowl cut?
68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.
69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?
70.My opinion is no.
71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell.
72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.
73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?
74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?
75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
76.Read a girl who dates books.
77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.
78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.
79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.
80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.
81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕


my date: so, what are your hobbies?

me: uhh,,,I like to read

my date: oh, what do you read?

me: *thinks of all the smut and fanfiction I read until the early hours of the morning* anything, really. Anyway, let’s look at the menu I’m starving-


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The happiest place on earthโ€ฆ

#whatdidijustdo #yourwelcome #applause

(probably the best thing Iโ€™ll ever achieve)

Why is it that the 3 Toms I find attractive are British?

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I’m sorry but did anyone else notice this little scene where DC comics put in a little easter egg abOUT DRACO MALFOY AND HIS FAMILY I AM IN A STATE OF INTERNAL SCREAMING BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY MY POOR BABY MALFOY HE JUST WANTED TO BE HIMSELF DC COMICS YOU SNEAKY BASTARDS I LOVE YOU thank you for warming my little fangirl heart 


@tayrae515  💚💚💚🔥

( NSFW Content below that line!)
A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

Part #1: Draco Malfoy 😘

Masterlist 🌙

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
Likes feeling your back agaist him, spooning you, arms tightly wrapped around you. It’s his way of telling you “I love you” , beause usually he doesn’t like being touched by people he doesn’t like, trust or are generally strangers and you can have him all for yourself, touching and kissing him all over, which is very special.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your neck and cleavage. Loves it when you wear more revaling shirts and tops so he can have a nice look at your long neck and cleavage. The number of ripped shirts of yours and lost buttons is getting seriously out of hand.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
Loves cumming on your tits, especially if when you have some fancy lace bra on, maybe a push up one and are on your knees waiting. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
Actually likes it when you wrap your hand around his throat if he’s fucking you really hard and fast, it boosts his ego because he knows even with your hand around his neck he’s still the one in power - making you lose your mind underneath him. Will probably go even harder on you then.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Is experienced, though he never talks about , it’s just something you know for a fact, because it’s obvious he knows a lot about sex and kinks, what he wants and how to get it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
Loves it when you’re on the stomach, ass up in the air, so he can pretty much do anything he wants to you; will hold your arms behind your back with one hand & push your head into the mattresses with the other.
Him being between your legs, with you on his back is a favourite too, because he really likes looking at you while you’ve sex.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
Serious? Not exactly, but likes looking like a man who can handle it all and knows what he’s doing; Most likely, for one of your long, restless nights, has already planned a whole scenario in his head and likes following it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
Not really a fan of having hair down there so most of the times he prefers just shaving it all, it’s easier and looks and feels neat to him.
Won’t stop you if you like having some hair down there, but will really appreciate it if you keep it groomed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s the type of person to keep his emotions closed in himself, because if he lets them out they’ll form an uncontrollable storm. When he’s with you he lets his guard down and finally feels something else that’s not platonic. He’s passionate and intense and it shows in the way he kisses you - always so hungry for your lips, for your skin, for the feeling of your body against his, slightly impatient to have you all for himself.
You make him feel like a Man, you make him feel again.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
Of course he does it, but is far more interested in watching you get off. The first time he heard you was an accident, the second time however, he walked in on you with no shame and told you not to stop. So you didn’t.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Not all the way in into BDSM, but: likes being dominant and having you obey his orders always leaves a look of satisfaction on his face, however will appreciate it if you don’t give in all the way, a little stuggle and messing around could be very sexy and will lead to some fun stuff like tying you down or spanking your ass, or some breath play even.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Likes feeling comfortable and prefersy our own private chambers over anything else. Big and spacious enough there’s have enough room for all the fun you’re up to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Challenges. If you challenge him on something he’d immediately feel his whole being heating up. He’s always up for a good challenge or a dare, no matter what it is.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
If a person pressures him to change something about himself he’s still not ready to fully see or realise, or if generally someone tries to trick him into thinking or seeing something he either does not believe in or is not ready to accept, then Draco will get very cold and distant.
His mind is full of so many thoughts, ideas, speculations and intense feelings and emotions, it’s hard to get everything in order, it’s hard to even understand. So pressuring him will only confuse him further, and will turn him cold.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
Yes to both receiving and giving. Is on your “to do” list every time you’ve sex, though everytime it’ll be different - the position, the pace, the teasing if any.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Whatever pace makes you scream and moan the loudest is pretty much ideal for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
On some rare occasions you’ll have a quickie with him, and it will be very primal, fast and rough; you’ve to do something (pretty bad ;) ) to deserve this privilege. & he won’t even bother taking off your clothes; you’d most likely find youself against some wall in the darkser corner he could find, skirt up and panties around one of your ankles.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
Dares just between you two are something you’d do very often: One of his favourite was when he told you not to wear panties for a week, so everytime you were sitting on the same desk in any boring class, he would have his hand rested on your thigh and very often this hand would creep up and up your skirt and between your legs.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
Knows how to control himself pretty well, so when he’s close he’d pull out from you and tell you to suck him off for some time, or he’d tell you not to flinch and will bury his face in your core.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
For one of your birthdays you found a green box on your bed with a handwritten note attached “Put it on gently. Then wait for me”. You though it’d be some fancy velvet collar with a gem or something.
Well it did have a gem on it. But it was not a collar.
With some instructions, that’s pretty much how you found out butt plugs are actually quite fun.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
“You know you’re getting punished if you misbehave.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
Sometimes he’s silent and his face and body are those to speak, other times he’s more vocal: “You’re my little dirty girl, aren’t you”, will pretty much say anything he can think of to make you blush and get all hot and bothered. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
Sometimes because he’s never been too comfortable with pda, closeness in general, he’d wonder whether you know how much you actually mean to him, so out of the blue he’d tell you “I love you” or “You mean everything to me” or even “I’m sorry” and you’d know exacty what he ment by that “I know, I love you too” and hearing this, even seeing your understanding smile would be enough for him to know that, yes you know he loves you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
Not very thinck, but longer than the average; has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
Doesn’t need any special occasion to bend you over his desk or table or even his knee. Feels the most comfortable with himself after you had sex, or late at night with you sleeping by his side, in those moments he feels like his true self.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
Often stays awake for hours, his mind constantly running and in the small hours of the night he finds himself thinking about his fears, his strengths, his love.

I once drunk messaged my friend about how I thought Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland and Tom Felton were like the deathly hallows with their most well known characters, I sent this :

Tom Holland’s character Peter Parker is mainly invisible and like really smart so he would be The cloak of invisibility

Tom Felton’s character Draco Malfoy just wanted a bit of love in his life so he would be the stone of resurrection

And Tom Hiddleston’s character Loki just wanted all the power so he would be the elder wand

And to be honest I have never felt more proud of my brain 😂

Forever (Draco x Reader)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Requested: Yes.

Era: Golden Trio (that’s how I’ll refer to it)

(During the Sixth year)

Summary: Y/n and Draco stay at Hogwarts for Christmas break.

Warnings: It might not line up entirely with the actual HP timeline, but if fit for being in the Sixth year so it is, sorry if that bothers you. Cuddly Draco, needy Draco, angst.

Rating: Angst

A/n: Also, for the anon who asked about my formatting, is this better? It looks okay on my screen but I don’t know if this is what you meant. Okay, so I’ll admit I took this down a more angsty route…oops.

E/c= Eye color, h/c= hair color, y/h= your house, m/n= mom’s name, d/n=dad’s name.

Title:  Forever.


     Y/n sighs softly as her book bag swings slightly as she walks- no, skips through the almost empty dining hall. Her eyes drift across the different tables; Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and her heart drops slightly at the lack of people. Each table had only about ten people or less, most of them huddled in their separate friend groups. Her lips turn down into a frown when she sees a blonde boy sitting at the Slytherin table, chin resting in his hand as he stares ahead absently, not touching the food in front of him. Her face brightens slightly as she moves over to him. She sits down across from him, setting her bag next to her.

     This startles Draco from his daze, and his gaze flickers over to her quickly, a glimmer of panic in his eyes. “Oh,” he sighs slightly, pulling his arm off the table and wiping his palm on his pants. “It’s just you.” She smiles brightly, leaning forward slightly. Draco moves forward too, out of instinct more than anything else.

     “It’s dreadfully quiet, don’t you think?” Y/n asks, her voice lowered to a whisper. Draco’s eyes dart down to meet hers, his shoulders moving up quickly.

     “It’s better than having people blabbering in your ear all the time.” He murmurs, finding her e/c gaze unbearably intense. He quickly gazes down at the table instead, settling back into his seat as she does the same.

     “Yes, well even if that’s true…” She says, sighing rather loudly as she places her chin in her hands and stares down at the table dreamily. “It’s rather lonely, with no one here.” She’s startled when a cold, brittle laugh slides from Draco’s mouth.

     “You’ve got people here, y/n.” He whispers, his eyes meeting hers. Y/n can’t help but notice how unusually dull they seem as he frowns slightly, as if trying to decide whether to continue. “I’m sure Granger or Weasley- even Potter- would like to have your company.” He picks up a form, stabbing aimlessly at the plate in front of him.

     “Well…obviously I don’t want to spend time with them or I’d be over there with them.” She whispers, wishing for Draco to look up at her.

     After a few moments of him staring at the table, his knuckles growing paler than normal from his tight grip on the fork, she reaches out and places her hand on his wrist. He flinches back, clearly startled by her touch, and she does the same. Draco’s lips part, as if he’s about to say something as his eyes search hers, but he simply bites his lip for a split second before looking away, standing up, gathering his book bags and walking away slowly. He barely makes it a few feet before he turns around and nods politely.

     “Goodbye, y/n.”

The Next Morning.

     By the time Draco reaches his normal spot at the Slytherin table, he notices Y/n already sitting there. It’s obviously too late to turn back, especially when Y/n looks up at him and smiles brightly, pulling her book bag onto her lap and patting the seat next to her. “I saved you a spot,” she murmurs, her e/c eyes dancing as her gaze meets his. Draco pales suddenly, his words getting stuck in his throat. Instead, he just glances around at the empty table. Dozens of other empty spots surround them, but he nods, his face breaking into a small smile as he carefully sits down next to her. She turns to him, immediately leaning in so that her shoulder brushes up against his. “So, tell me; what’re you doing at Hogwarts over Christmas break? Why aren’t you with your family?” Draco bristles slightly, his lips pressing together in a firm line as he meets her gaze. Slowly, he turns his face slightly to study her eyes. Y/n’s eyebrows pull down when she looks at him, her heart stopping.

     He’s gotten so pale- more so than ever before, and his face isn’t as…lively, as it once was. His skin almost has a grey hue to it, and he’s thinned out considerably around his whole body. The dark shadows around his eyes almost look as if he’d gotten in a fight. Almost as if he senses her studying him, he looks away quickly, diverting his gaze to the table as he hides his face from her view. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” He murmurs, not able to lace his voice with venom as he’d wanted to. Y/n reaches her hand out slowly, placing it on his shoulder.

     “Draco, what’s wrong?” He flinches at her touch, placing his hands in his lap and staring down at them.

     “Nothing,” he says, closing his eyes and once more trying to force coldness and anger into his voice; “N-nothing.” Instead of sounding angry or upset, his voice wavers, breaking at the end of the word as he feels a sob rise in his throat.

     “Dra-” Draco stands up suddenly, cutting y/n off as he moves down the hall quickly. Y/n stands up, grabbing her book bag- and his that he’d left behind- and chases after him.

     She just barely catches him darting into the Slytherin common room and manages to quickly slip in, not slowing down her pace until she reaches him. Draco’s sitting in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames, unblinking as tears roll down his face. “Why’d you have to follow me in here?” He whispers, shivering slightly. Y/n drops the book bags down on the chair, and then sits next to him, grabbing his hand.

     “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” She whispers gently, moving her thumb over his hand. She can’t help but notice again how cold he is. He stares at the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes as his lips part.

     “I-I can’t,” he whispers. “I can’t talk to anyone,” more tears spill from his eyes as he blinks, slowly looking over at her. “I don’t have anyone, Y/n. You’re the only one whose ever-” his voice breaks, and he takes a shaky breath, trying to compose himself. “You’re the only one whose ever truly showed concern for me,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on her hand. “I-I don’t know what to do anymore- I can’t go back home, I don’t want to. Everything’s gotten so out of control, I just-” his sentence is cut short as a loud sob finally breaks free, forcing his whole body to shake violently. “I-I don’t want to do this, y/n.” He turns suddenly, practically tackling y/n to the ground as he hugs her tightly, burying his face in her neck. The sudden contact surprises her, but she slowly wraps an arm around him, tracing his spine with her fingers lightly.

     “It’s okay Draco, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…it’s okay, shhh.” His sobs are muffled slightly and he tangles his hand in her h/c hair, struggling to get as close to her as possible. She tries to accommodate the best she can as he tangles his legs with hers. “Draco, calm down. It’s okay- Draco,” she shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable. As of right now, she was basically laying on one of his arms (which had to be more uncomfortable for him), and somehow an elbow was poking into her side.

     This, however, makes Draco frantic as his grip on her tightens, and he pulls her closer to him, lifting his face up just enough to gaze up at her and lock eyes. His icy eyes are wide, and his face stained with tears. “N-no, don’t leave me y/n,” he whimpers, his body beginning to shake again. Y/n shakes her head violently.

     “No, I wasn’t going to leave Draco, don’t worry. I’m just trying to get more comfortable. I’m here, it’s okay.” He closes his eyes as she starts speaking, her voice calming him down almost instantly.

     “Okay,” he whispers.

     “I’m going to get up, but I’m not leaving, okay?”

     “Okay,” he repeats, swallowing roughly. His heart drops almost instantly when she stands up, his body losing all the heat it had been stealing from her. After a few seconds, he thinks that she has left him, and he closes his eyes, preparing himself to stand up.

     “Come here, Draco.” She whispers. Draco rolls onto his back and opens his eyes, craning his neck in a rather uncomfortable position to look behind himself. “Come on, I’m not going to drag you over here.” Y/n says, leaning up against the side of the couch and tugging a blanket off it. Draco rolls over onto his stomach and moves over to her the rest of the way. His sits next to y/n and turns his body to face her, wrapping his arms around her and once again burying his face in her neck, sighing softly. She shifts slightly so she can drape the blanket across them both. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” She asks, stroking his hair lightly.

     “I can’t,” he mumbles, nuzzling her neck as he scoots even closer to her. “I just- I want…” He sighs again, trying to get closer to her, which at this point would require him laying on her. “I want to stay like this…forever.” Y/n smiles softly, still playing with his hair.

     “We can’t lay here forever, silly.” Y/n laughs, attempting to lighten the mood.

     “…no, I mean like this…together.” Draco’s voice is slow as he closes his eyes and smiles softly.

(Rough) Sex With Draco Involves…

Warning! Dirty level is more 8000!

  • T E A S I N G.
  • Dominant Draco.
  • Jealousy (from both of you).
  • “Say it. Say you’re mine, that I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”
  • Bites allllllllll over.
  • He’d make a real deal about screaming.
  • “Be quite or you’re not getting anything.”
  • Draco being a little mother fucker and teasing you.
  • You also playing your tease game.
  • Getting on your knees and taking him in slowly, just to hear him beg you.
  • “Fuck, Princess. Just do it.” “Ask nice and I might.”
  • Him pulling your hair to control your speed.
  • “Swallow it.”
  • Doing a lot of noise.
  • Learning spells to lock the doors so you wouldn’t be bothered.
  • Making bets to see who gets to tie the other up.
  • Draco being the one who usually wins.
  • “Now I got to do whatever I want, right? Well, that’s a lot of power…” He’d say smirking.
  • Ass slapping.
  • Him biting your thighs before he fucks you with his tongue.
  • Him calling you Princess and Darling.
  • You calling him blondie to tease him and getting slapped in return.
  • If he’s jealous, he’ll make you scream his name as loud as your lungs allow you to go, so every one would see you are his.
  • But if you’re jealous, you’d mark his neck and chest with bites.
  • You would also take the lead.
  • Oh, when you take the lead.
  • “If you touch me, I’ll stop.”
  • He smiling at your dominance, secretly loving it.
  • Riding him until his close and then stopping just to make him mad.
  • At some point he would get impatient and turn you.
  • “Now you’ll get what you deserve.”
  • Him fucking life out of you.
  • Orgasm denying.
  • C H O C K I N G.
  • Draco would always invent you to his house when his parents are out, so you two could get nasty and loud without fear.
  • He loving to have you in his bed (it’s like a turn on).
  • Having sex everywhere in the house.
  • Calling him Daddy once and him actually liking it.
  • “Fuck Princess, look how wet you already are.”
  • “Only for you, Daddy.”
  • Slowly fingering you.
  • Having you on your hands and knees for him.
  • “Good girl.”
  • Blindfold kink.
  • Dirty whispers.
  • “You’re so tight.”
  • Draco making sure you’re good with everything he does to you, always wanting to please you.
  • Almost breaking the bed once (long story).
  • Having some muscle aches in the next day.
  • Always sleeping in each others arms after it.


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1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
5. A: Whar are you doing?
    B: Avoiding.
    A: Avoiding what?
    B: Everything.

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Sitting in Slytherin’s Common room, in one of the couches, a book in your hand, you were not interested in all the gossiping that was happening around you. You just wanted to read the final chapter of this masterpiece and go to bed, feeling absolutely fed up with Pansy’s crap about the Ball.

“Don’t you get tired of repeating the same thing over and over again? We got it, you want to go the ball and get drunk, probably get laid, all of it is great! Now after you repeated it a little under one hundred times, how about you shut  up?”

You didn’t even have to raise your voice in order for her to get the point - you were deninitely not in the mood at the moment and it would be for the best is she shuts up or you’ll get this think of another useful application of your book.

Breathing in and out heavily, you didn’t exactly expect the silence that followed to be that uncomfortable. So when you glanced up from the book, running a hand though your hair, you felt yourself getting slightly relieved at the sight of your closest friend entering the Common Room.

The irony was that the he was both your relief and the reason you were in that mood in the fist place. Because crushing on your best friend sucks, even in the world of Magic.

Draco found his way to you, sitting down and resting his legs on the lable in front of him .
He sat there for a while, not uttering a word, just looking at you silently. “What are you doing?”- he finally asked. “Avoiding.”- you said blankly and he furrowed his brows. “Avoiding what?”- “Everything.” -you cut your answers short, for you didn’t have the power, nor the will to talk with anyone. 

“What’s up with them”- his voice sounded softer than usual, somewhat quiet even. Very out of character for him. However you just shrugged your shoulders, not really wanting to start an argument about the Ball.

“She’s mad at the world because she’s probably the only girl in the whole school, who doesn’t want to go to the Ball”- so Pansy didn’t manage to keep her mouth shut and for that earned herself a dead stare “You better run faster than you speak your crap, Parkinson.”

The frustration in your voice was more than obvious, so her moving out of the room was probably her smartest move yet.

Moving your eyes back to Draco, you knew you were in for a long discussion.

“I’m not even going to talk about it.”- he said, standing up from his place on the sofa - “You’re going and that’s it. I alredy promised Pansy…so you’ll go with Blaze and I don’t want to hear about it, alright. You will go. End of story.”

You tiled your head back and scoffed, your arms tightly crossed against your chest. It wasn’t that Blaze was a bad guy or anything, but he wasn’t the one you wanted to spend the night with. He wasn’t him. So what was even the point?

You felt your eyes tearing up just at the thought of him being with someone else in the one night you had wanted for you two.

Draco was looking at you from a safe distance, trying to figure out if your eyes were just glossy because you hadn’t blinked in almost a whole minute, or because something was truly bothering you. You were probably the only person outside his family, for whom he cared so deeply and it pained him to see you like this. 

It was worse that his heart was tearing up from the thought of him being ‘just a friend’ to you, when all he truly wanted was to be with you. Thinking about it, for him it sounded unreal, like a dream. He had never wanted someone as much as you, and it scared him, but it pained him the most.

And on the night of the Ball, when you descened from the stairs in your emerald green dress, your hair loosely put up, his heart broke in two and the whole night it was bleeding for you.

The music, the food, the people, nothing mattered. He was dancing, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even notice. You were dancing and you tried. You tried to brush everything off, but it was as impossible as it could ever get, with the boy you had loved and cherished for so long, entrapped in the arms of another.

His eyes were constantly on you, glued to your dancing form, dried, for he had no more tears to shed, his soul felt empty.

He couldn’t take this anymore and at the second your eyes met from across the Hall, he excused himself half-heartedly and ran to you. Your heart was in your throat! What was he doing? Why was he running? 

So many questions formed in your head and the answer to them you found in the most passionate kiss in your life.

With his hands cupping your face and your hands on his, he kissed you and you kissed him back with equal lust and power. You broke the kiss for air, but your eyes kept looking at his blue ones, your hands gripping his “Everyone’s watching”- you whispered, but his gaze was still holding yours firmly in place. “Do I look like I give a fuck?

Maybe there was a glimpse of hope at the end of the tunnel after all.

“Fuck off, Potter”

- Lily Evans & Draco Malfoy