the one thing mattheo couldn’t have in his life, he never thought it’d be a girl.
girls came easy, but they were never anything that came to mind too much; he had other things to worry about, things to do.
but he’d never thought that that girl, the girl he wanted, would be one of his best friends girl.
none of his friends were ever loyal, none of them except theo. he was a sucker for those long term relationships because the type of girls who were only looking for one night stands and hook ups made him annoyed and had more issues than he could deal with, it was too bad he got stuck with one exactly like that.
you loved theo, more than anyone, but old habits died hard. especially with all of theo’s friends breathing down your neck, begging for a taste.
but you never gave in, not until mattheo.
when you first met him, he didn’t say a word to you. you weren’t even aware of him half the time, his presence was forgettable till your eyes always seemed to find his and his body always seemed to be pressed up against yours in your dreams.
it soon became very obvious who you wanted and he knew it when he was no longer the one initiating the starring—giving him the go ahead to push your buttons.
“i’ll fuck you straight.”
“yeah, you wish riddle,” you starred back at him with a challenging look, “good luck on getting the chance.”
he scoffed, “you act like you’re so loyal.”
you immediately frowned in annoyance, “and you act like you’re all that.”
he smiled, leaning over to your level, “because i am.”
you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down with what looked like disgust, “hop off your throne, riddle. i love my boyfriend.”
“it sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re looking at me,” he tipped his head slightly, a fake expression of thought coming over his face, “you better work on that, y/n, otherwise i’m not going to be the only one who notices.”
he walked away, but some part of you wished he hadn’t and that the looks you two shared, would be caught on to, so you could just get it over with and finally get to fuck him.
that came sooner rather than later—but not how you thought. the opportunity was practically handed to the two of you when half the boys were out for gallivanting down in the forbidden forest and theo had told you to wait for him in the common room.
it was too bad he was running late.
“why don’t you sit down?” mattheo’s stare was narrowing and studying as he motioned you to sit in the big black leather chair across from him. “you’ve got a while longer to wait.”
you scoffed, “alright, but i’m sure theo-“
“who cares about theodore, he’s probably fucking around with a blonde from ravenclaw, anyway.”
the sentence caught you off guard and made you slightly pause as you sat down. you sure he was just messing with you, but with the right motivation and pressure, theo could get convinced into anything—maybe even fucking around with a blonde ravenclaw.
“he wouldn’t do that.”
“right, because you’re the cheater in the relationship.”
you scowled at him, but your cheeks turned red at the truth of his words. he knew you well for some reason. he knew you weren’t honest—never in any relationship had you ever been in—and he knew you were also easily pressured into things.
“why don’t you show me something,” he nodded toward you, “don’t try to hide your true colors now that we’re alone.”
“piss off.”
“now don’t he so harsh.”
you rolled your eyes, thinking, thinking how wrong this was but still stood up from your seat across from him, and you still slowly glided toward him while your fingers grasped the top buttons of your pure white blouse, “don’t tell.”
“no promises,” he grinned, sipping from the bottle as you were now in front of him, slowly leaning before him still teasing the unbuttoning of your shirt.
“mattheo,” you whined, but still continuing with your actions, giving him a peak of your black laced bra. “you’re not being nice.”
he pulled you to his lap roughly, causing you to gasp as you were now straddling him, “why would i?” his fingers reached where yours were, helping you unbutton the material of your shirt, “you’re so damn teasing all the time.”
you rocked your hips forward, pouting at his words, “shame.” mattheo breath became uneven for the slightest second, his eyes dragging up to yours at the feeling of your heat pressing onto his cock.
“you’re fucking, cunt,” he scoffed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. “don’t act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”
“sure, mattheo,” you tauntingly smiled, rocking back and forth again before pressing your lips against his. he immediately kissed back, his hands slowly pulling the blouse from your arms.
he smelled good and he felt good—you felt you could barely get enough despite how close he was with his arms wrapped around you now, pulling you closer and closer till his chest was pressed against yours.
he was making you desperate, real desperate with his taunting that you could barely keep up the returning taunting facade.
“let me cum in your mouth, yeah?” he pulled away and was already unbuckling his belt from beneath you, cuing you to get off the chair and to your hands and knees as he stood, “be a good girl, suck me off, y/n.”
you nodded slowly, deciding whether if this was really okay… but you suddenly didn’t care, especially when your mouth started watering the moment his cock sprung from his boxers, thick and waiting for you.
“ready, love,” he didn’t wait for your words and he barely waited for you; his hips meeting your mouth, eager, “fuck,” you eased your mouth down his length, eyes already watering even before the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat.
“such a fucking good girl,” he grunted, his hand twirling a make shift pony tail of your hair while his head tipped back, his mind filling of bliss with each suck you took. “you love my cock, don’t you?”
he thrusted into your mouth, face fucking you, helping you induce pleasure as you tried to keep up by running and swirling your tongue along his length.
you couldn’t even think to answer, or hum, or anything. you were enjoying too much and couldn’t help let your mind travel already to fast to the thought of him fucking you.
you could tell he wanted to just by how much enjoyment he was getting from this.
and he pulled out abruptly, leaving spit and precum running down your chin with teary eyes, “let me cum inside you, show theo who really owns your body.”
you let him lay you down against the cold floor, his body hovering over yours as he undone his dress shirt before pulling it off fast with eager fingers, that watched you with dark eyes.
you watched anxiously, your eyes eating every inch of his body and the scars that decorated his tan skin. your chest heaved up and down, your heart pounding, underestimating what he might do with the stare he had.
he gripped his cock, stroking it roughly before laying on your body fully, hiking up your skirt and pushing your parties to the side. he kissed you softly before pushing into you, prompting a sharp whine to resonate from your lips, “take it.”
your hands gripped his shoulders as he slowly inch into you before harshly shoving his full length into your cunt, immediately catching into your sweet spot. a high moan released into the air as your stomach rumbled with pleasure and pain to your walls from just barely getting used to the thickness of his cock.
“fucking whore,” he continued to fuck into you as his mouth began to speak nasty words that made your stomach twist in pleasure, whimpering as he spoke. “you love your boyfriend’s best mate using you like a doll?”
you gasped as his hand caught your face, gripping it harshly, “of course you do,” he smiled devilishly before, slapping the side of your hip, “get on your knees.”
you whimpered as you did so, his hands immediately gripping your hips and continuing to fuck you stupid the moment he pushed into you again. his finger tips pained you as he pressed hard enough to leave bruises.
“i want him to know who fucked you this good,” his hand grasped your throat, pulling you closer to his body as his mouth hovered over your ear before sucking and biting on your neck. “i want him to see what a dirty little whore you are, taking me without denial.”
“mattheo, please,” you whined, grabbing his hand that lied on your hip, “please don’t.”
“don’t what, huh?”
“please don’t leave marks.”
you could feel his cock twitch to the whine of your voice, a grunt resonating from his mouth. he didn’t say a word to reply but began to savor the few minutes left of his high, roughly pumping in and out of you as you moaned—soon coming upon your own.
“who fucks you better, huh?” he leaned back near your face, “me or him, tell me?“
“you mattheo,” you stuttered, feeling your vision go blurry and your limbs grow numb the moment his high came undone and pushed cum deep into your cunt, leaving you marked.
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“hurry up.”
“i’m trying my best,” you grumbled, struggling to wring your tights down to your ankles as theo unbuckled his belt fast and without a problem due to this being nothing new to him.
it had to of been fourth hour and theo was struck in his sour mood that only you could cure. but you could tell he was a lot more aggravated than usual by the way he had gripped your arm so tightly when pulling you toward one of the washrooms. you were guessing it was from draco. that’s always what it ever was and probably always would be and you didn’t blame him.
draco could be an absolute asshole when it came to you. always saying nasty things that insinuated his attraction towards you, things that he knew got into theo’s head no matter any amount of reassurance.
just your body against his.
“you want me to fuck you or not?”
“shut up. you try and take these tights off,” you snide, still struggling to pull down the material with the small area of containment of the stall you both stood in.
“i’ll rip ‘em if i have to.”
you scowled finally pulling them from your legs but still allowed his hot hands to sneak underneath your skirt where he pulled your lacy panties down to your ankles with a kneel, then pulling it from your foot before balling the pink fabric into his pocket.
you couldn’t help but whimper from the position you were in. he was kneeled at your feet with hooded eyes, holding your hips now as you tipped your head back now against the wall already deep in a haze of lust.
“and i’m the one who wanted you,” he shook his head but with a smirk thinking to how persistent you were about not skipping class. “i always forget about how needy you can get.” he was now back to his feet, looking down at you like you are a little helpless puppy.
“justplease fuck me, theodore,” you tilted your head to the side with a frown, gripping both sides of his dress coat, pulling him closer but he shrugged it off quickly not being able to wait after the sweet whiny sound of your voice.
“only ‘cause you asked nice,” he smirked, licking his index and middle finger before swiftly curling his fingers back under your skirt and into your cunt where you groaned at the warm and raptured feeling. “what a good girl.” his voice is warm and there’s a hint of taunt in his voice, but it’s still praiseful and doesn’t fail to make your stomach clench in euphoria as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, making sure you were wet.
theo pulled back, finally undoing his belt swiftly. he’s then quick to thrust into you prompting a moan from your mouth as your head tipped backed against the wall. theo had inhaled sharply, allowing his cock to adjust to the tightness of your cunt—something he never quite got used to. he swore under his breath as he pressed further into you, allowing warmth and easy pleasure to consume him whole.
“pretty girl,” he tsked, pulling out slowly before rushing back in even harder than before. “only like this for me and my cock, aren’t you?”
“yes, theo,” your voice was barely above a whisper as your vision was going spotty from his cock stretching out your walls with the rough thrusts he was pumping into you.
“good,” he mumbled breathlessly, “i love seeing you soweak.”
he grabbed both your thighs, prompting you to jump and once you did, he had your back against the wall, now having a consistent pace that made you a complete mess than before.
“i love being the only one who can see you like this,” his forehead presses against your own, teasing his lips on yours, “tears in your eyes—fucking malfoy could never, could he? you’re mine.”
“yes, theo,” you whined as his hand suddenly clasped around your throat squeezing lightly while his eyes looked down to watch his thick cock pump in and out of your cunt with wet noises, “i’m all for you.”
“you have such a pretty mouth,” his thumb dipped to pull on your bottom lip before pressing it on your tongue. “think of what good you could do with it instead of feeding into draco’s nonsense.”
“i never,” you whined, rolling your head.
“liar,” he seems to drop you fast to your feet, almost making you fall to your knees from how weak of a feeling that was oozing through them, making you feel like jello as you wobbled before he flipped you around fast so you were pressed the wall tightly. “i see you tease him for something he can’t have. always provoking him.”
“but you like that, don’t you theo?” you inhaled sharply as he shoved into you once more, “you love it that draco finally can’t have something.”
he grunted in response, nothing to say but to melt back into your body with rough strokes, his hand wrapping around your waist. he was getting more aggressive now, his pumps becoming slams, “fucking cunt, i own you, you’re mine. i want you to stay away from draco.”
“y-yes theo,” you groaned, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you causing your own high to draw near and move down. “i’m only yours.”
Draco was excited for his friends to come over. Despite seeing them throughout the whole semester at Hogwarts, Draco was still looking forward to spending countless summer days with them. Hearing the door open, Draco zoomed down the stairs as he heard three distinct voices. “Guys!” he cheered as he saw his friends’ faces light up with a smile. Because both Narcissa and Lucius were gone, the four children were free to roam the manor and its gardens as they pleased. With the heat making it impossible to run around, the children decided to have a water fight. After persuading the elves to provide them with an unending supply of snacks and treats, the four children began chasing each other about the gardens, spraying water in each other’s faces. “Come and get me, Blaise!” Pansy yelled before shrieking as Blaise sprayed water all over her causing the young girl to laugh loudly. Draco was currently hiding behind one of the bushes, preparing to ambush Theo who was standing around, looking to find his next target. Just as Draco was about to shoot, he heard the car door close and realised his parents must have been home now. Standing up in excitement, Draco failed to notice Theo’s smirk as the young boy soaked him.
Because he didn’t want to be soaking like his son, Lucius instantly held both palms up in surrender when he approached the gardens. “Woah, Woah! I’m the good guy!” Lucius warned playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at the young children. “Hi, Mr Malfoy” Pansy smiled before directing her attention to Mrs Malfoy who was still standing by the car. It was then that Draco remembered where his parents had just come from. “Wait!” your brother cried. “Is she really here?” he smiled, looking up at his father. Lucius simply nodded as he looked in his wife’s direction and saw you come out of the car. It had been a while since Draco’s friends had seen you, especially with you being in Beauxbatons, France during the school semesters. “Is who here?” Blaise asked, looking back and forth between Draco and Lucius finding himself growing more curious. “My sister, duh! Who else?” Draco smiled as he dropped the water toys and ran straight towards the car in your direction.
When Pansy saw you step out of the car, she didn’t need much persuasion to follow Draco and run over towards you. Growing up as an only child, Pansy found herself looking up to you as a big sister. The young girl adored spending time with you, which was tough given how infrequently she saw you. Even though she was Draco’s friend, she would constantly come to the manor to see you. Just you. “Wait for us!” Theo called out as he and Blaise headed over to follow their friends. Seeing your brother run towards you, with his friends closely behind, you couldn’t help but smirk in delight at all the attention. Even though Draco was an irritating little brother that drove you crazy from time to time, you still loved him. “Wow, would you look at what we have here!” you teased, earning a subtle glare from your mother. You had only just arrived home and planned to annoy your brother relentlessly. “Hi, baby dragon,” you smiled as you hugged your brother before turning your attention to his friends. Noticing Pansy’s huge smile, you quickly offered the girl a hug, which she happily reciprocated with glee. You loved spending time with Pansy. She was nothing but adorable. A little bit of a tomboy, but sweet nonetheless.
Theo couldn’t help but grin in enjoyment as Draco’s childhood nickname was mentioned. “Baby dragon?” he asked, folding his arms and looking at Draco, mocking him. “Shut up, Theo” Draco grumbled before being interrupted by his mother. “Now, now Draco. That’s not kind,” she scolded him before joining her husband in the gardens. As Narcissa made her way toward Lucius, she was shocked when he started to drench her in water, causing Narcissa to shriek at how cold the water was. “Ah! Lucius- you little!”, she started before chasing her husband around the gardens attempting to soak him back. Laughing loudly at the sight of your parents’ actions, you very quickly chased after them assisting your mother in seeking her revenge. It wasn’t long before the remaining children followed suit and started to drench Lucius in water causing the grown man to pout. “Alright! Alright! I surrender! Ah- Y/N! How dare you turn your back on me? What happened to you being Daddy’s girl, huh?” Lucius mocked, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “You should have thought about that before you soaked Mum!” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at your father causing Lucius to fake his hurt expression.
“See, Lu. I told you,” Narcissa smirked. “I’m Y/N’s favourite!” she smiled before wrapping her arm around you and hugging you. Hugging your mother, you couldn’t help but smile. You truly had missed your family, especially this semester. So it was wonderful knowing how easy it was for you to slip back into the groove of things. Noticing your father’s pout, you pulled away from your mother to hug him before kissing him softly on the cheek causing his frown to turn upside down and showcase a smile once more. “You’re both my favourites,” you emphasised.
“But she loves me more!” Draco interrupted. “Nuh-uh! Y/N loves me more!” Pansy repeated, mocking the younger blonde boy. “What? You’re not even her real sister! Besides, we all know Y/N loves us more! We are her favourite boys!”, Theo argued before nodding towards Blaise who smiled in agreement. “Yeah! We’re much less annoying-”, Blaise started before shrieking when the cold water made contact with his back. Turning around and catching you standing there, one hand on your hip as you giggled at his reaction, you very quickly ran away when you realised you were in for it. As the younger children chased you around the garden, your parents couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you surrendered once they caught up to you.
“Alright, alright! Hey! Okay! I love you all very much! Quit it, Draco!”, you begged before pulling your brother down onto the grass by his ankles. Once Draco was down for the count, you very quickly ran away from the rest of the children before making a spontaneous decision. Clearly, they weren’t looking to stop the water fight anytime soon, not unless they were deemed victorious. Noticing that mischievous look in your eyes, Narcissa very quickly warned you against whatever you were thinking. “Y/N Narcissa Malfoy. Don’t you dare-” she started, but it was too late.
Jumping into the pool, the four children looked at you in shock. They knew you were a risk-taker but this was crazy! “Your sister is so cool!” Pansy mumbled to Draco who simply nodded his head as he was still stunned by your actions. That was the thing Draco loved about you. You were the brave one. The one person in his life he could always rely on. No matter what. “Ha! Ha! I won!” you cheered knowing there was no way they would copy you. You thought wrong! Quickly swimming out of the way, all four children floated up laughing at how cool the water in the pool felt. “Ha! Ha! Now we won too!” Pansy smiled as she swam towards you and hugged you once more. You hurriedly got out of the pool after noticing your father chuckling in the background as he went into the manor and dried yourself off with one of the towels nearby. “Y/N!” Narcissa scolded, even though you could tell she was being playful. As you spent the rest of the evening with your little brother and his friends, smiling as they told you stories of their time at Hogwarts before they insisted on hearing about your time at Beauxbatons instead.
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ღ a/n : i cried whilst writing this, so it should be no surprise if you tear up whilst reading it (but i doubt it since my writing isn’t that good). i also suggest you listen to this song to help get you into the vibe of this story. the words in italics are the lyrics from the song.
i loved her first
ღ pairing : lucius malfoy x daughter!reader
ღ warnings : if you have daddy issues, then i advise you give this one a miss.
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ღ summary : lucius reminisces about his time with his daughter on her wedding day.
Standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, Lucius couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him, there you sat. In front of the vanity, fiddling with your earrings, your tongue slightly sticking out to the corner of your mouth as you finally managed to get them on.
You smiled as you looked in the mirror; you looked beautiful, and your father thought the exact same. Looking in the mirror you saw your father leaning against the doorframe. You turned around to face him with a huge smile plastered on your face. Standing up to twirl around in your dress, giggling at how it floated even after you stopped twirling.
“How do I look, Dad?”, you asked. However, Lucius couldn’t look at you. Not because he didn’t want to. But because he feared that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop crying. “Daddy?”, you asked again, this time cupping his face with your hands forcing you to look at him, just like he always did for you when you were crying and didn’t want to show it. “You look beautiful. Absolutely divine”, he mumbled as he wiped his left eye clean from the tears that welled up. “Dad”, you smiled. “Please don’t cry. I’ll always be your girl first, you know that”, you reminded him. Nodding his head, Lucius opened his mouth to say something before your mother walked into the room, holding your bridal bouquet.
Noticing that her husband looked like he had been crying, Narcissa quickly took charge of the scene. “No tears from either one of you right now. Y/N, you’ll end up ruining your makeup. And we all know that if you start crying,” she directed at Lucius, “then I will start crying as well”, she joked. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your mother’s words. Handing you your bouquet, your mother took one last look at you, checking if your veil was on straight, before leaving the room to go and join the rest of the guests. Taking one last moment to soak it all in, you looked back at your childhood bedroom and smiled at what was to come. Turning to face your father, you wrapped your arm with his as he led you outside the manor and into the ceremonial grounds. Now standing in the hallway, hidden from your fiance, soon to be husband, it suddenly felt real. Noticing your change in expression, Lucius kissed your head softly before tightening his grip on you. Not to hurt you, but to remind you that he was still here for you, and if you wanted to cancel this whole thing, he would gladly go out and do that. Lucius was the kind of father who would do anything for his daughter. You were lucky to have him.
“Y/N?”, he asked. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because, Princess, I can just-” “No,” you shook your head. “I want to do this. I want to marry him. I love Blaise. I really do. I’m just nervous about tripping on my dress as we walk down, I think”, you chuckled to lighten the mood as you took a sip of your water. Smiling at your words, Lucius just kissed the back of your hand before caressing it with his thumb, “I’m not going to let you fall. I promise.”
And he didn’t. The ceremony was perfect as could be. You noticed several guests started to tear up during your vows. You couldn’t help but feel all emotional as Blaise proclaimed his love for you. You didn’t even need to hear his words to know this. You just needed to look in his eyes. His eyes told the whole story. Now you and Blaise were dancing the night away, enjoying your first dance as husband and wife. In the corner of the room, your parents sat contently admiring you two.
Look at the two of you dancin’ that way
Lost in the moment and each other’s face
So much in love, you’re alone in this place
Like there’s nobody else in the world
Blaise twirled you around and dipped you, causing you to giggle at the sensation. As he dipped you, he leant down forwards to kiss you, which you happily reciprocated with a smile. The guests swooned at the sight of you two whilst your friends cheered. The gardens may have been filled with several guests, but to you and Blaise, it felt like there was no one there other than the two of you. And you could see that in your eyes. Lucius could recognise that look from a mile away. It was how he looked at Narcissa on their wedding day. Lucius still looked at her that way. He had that look in his eyes on the day you were born. Lucius found himself reminiscing over that day.
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one, she told me so
As Lucius walked you down the aisle, his arm wrapped around yours, he felt a strong sense of deja-vu. He was back in the gardens with you. But this time, you were only one and a half, giggling as you took your first steps toward your dadda. “C’mon, baby! You can do it”, Lucius cheered, extending his arms out to you. Behind you was your mother. Narcissa was crouching down with her arms outstretched over you, assuring you that she would catch you if you fell. That neither parent would let any harm come to you. Not if they had a say about it. Lucius’s smile grew as you took one step after the other. Lucius twirled you around in his arms before gently bouncing you up and down, praising you for taking your first steps. “Well done, baby!” he smiled. “Dadda’s so proud of you.” “My Dadda”, you squealed, repeating him. “Yes, baby. Your Dadda.”
And she still means the world to me, just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything, life must go on
And I’m not gonna stand in your way
“You take good care of my little girl, Blaise. You hear me?” Lucius demanded as he watched you walk down the stairs and head over to where your date was standing. “Lucius!” Narcissa scolded. “Leave the poor boy alone! Now Y/N, Blaise. Stand together, please. Oh, don’t you two look beautiful”, your mother cooed as she snapped several pictures of you and Blaise together. “Hmm, maybe we should get a few more outside in the gardens”, she mumbled to herself as she lightly pushed the pair of you out with her. “Mum!” you whined. You just wanted to go now. You didn’t want any more pictures. “Entertain your mother for a minute”, Lucius whispered. Taking the camera from his wife, Lucius was ordered to take a few more photos of the happy couple whilst Narcissa directed the teenagers on how to pose. “Blaise, dear? Wrap your arm around Y/N. Like this,” she advised. “Narcissa”, Lucius grumbled under his breath. “Oh hush, Lucius. Just take the pictures. Yes. Perfect. Oh, don’t you two look beautiful”, Narcissa cooed as she waved you two goodbye once your father had captured as many pictures as possible. Enough to fill up at least three photo albums. At least.
But I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
“Cissa”, Lucius whispered as he tried to wake his wife up. “Cissa!” he repeated. “What? Lucius?! What is it?“ Narcissa snapped. She’d just gotten you to nap, and Narcissa was dozing off until Lucius woke her up. “Whatever this is, it better be worth it”, she grumbled as she sat up, rubbing the sleep out from her eyes. Sitting up and stretching her arms, Narcissa yawned before staring at her husband and waiting to hear the reason why he had woken her up in the first place. “What?” she whined. “Lu-” “She smiled”, Lucius grinned. Narcissa so badly wanted to slap that goofy grin off of his face. “What?” she asked in frustration. “She smiled at me!” Lucius repeated. Narcissa just rolled her eyes at her husband, but the smile on her face showed that she was happy. Lying back down, Narcissa sighed in peace as she closed her eyes and heard the sound of Lucius’s laughter fade as she felt sleep take over. “She smiled. She smiled at her Dadda. "Oh, I love you so much, Y/N. More than you will ever truly know.”
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
“I hate boys!” you cried into your tub of ice cream. You grabbed the squirty cream can and poured it over your ice cream before taking another spoonful. You despised it. You hated being furious, but you were still disturbed. You loathed being used. Most importantly, you hated how stupid you felt. You hated how you didn’t see the signs; instead, you just drove straight through them. They were there. You know that now. Helping himself to some of your ice cream, Lucius hummed in response. Nodding his head, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his suspicions of this boy were correct. But Lucius hated knowing you were in pain. Lucius would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt a second time. “Boys are icky”, he mused, causing you to chuckle. “Yeah. You’re right, Dad. Boys are icky!” you repeated before taking another spoonful of your ice cream. “I always am”, your father quipped as he booped you on the nose, causing you to smile and laugh even louder. Leave it to Lucius to always make you smile. Even when you were devastatingly upset. However, when you told your father that you were now dating Blaise, Lucius couldn’t help but smile because he knew this boy would do right by you. Blaise was one of the good ones. Blaise was a keeper.
But it’s still hard to give her away
I loved her first
How could that beautiful woman with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairytales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
“And then the princess lived happily ever after”, he finished, closing the book shut. Lucius turned on your nightlight after noticing you were sleeping. Wrapping you up in your duvet covers to ensure you were safe and warm, Lucius kissed you on the head as he exited your room. Making sure you had your cuddly toy nearby to keep you safe, Lucius left your bedroom, wishing you nothing but sweet dreams. Recently, Lucius had been working late. So by the time he arrived home, you would be fast asleep. Or at least you were supposed to be. But when Lucius saw you annoying your mother, insisting that she read you story after story, Lucius decided that he would tell you a story instead. You loved it when your mother read to you, but you preferred your father’s storytelling more. Lucius would go out and do all the funny voices. He was definitely very interactive when it came to storytime. Storytime with your father was one of your fondest childhood memories - hands down.
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time
“Hi, I’m Blaise. Do you wanna play with me?” four-year-old Blaise asked you. Smiling up at the boy, you eagerly nodded as you followed him towards the toy box in the corner of the room. Countless hours flew by whilst you and Blaise entertained yourselves with the lego bricks. When your father came home and found you playing with the Zabini’s boy, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you two being left alone, even if you were only children. “Hi Daddy!” you called out to him, flashing him a smile. “Daddy! This is my friend, Blaise. Blaise, this is my Dad”, you introduced your new friend. Lucius smiled when Blaise extended his hand out for a handshake. When Lucius left the two of you alone, he quickly confided in his wife about this dilemma. “I don’t want them left alone together”, he whispered. “Lucius!” Narcissa scolded, “They’re children. Let them be.” Lucius glanced at the children playing in the other room again as he saw his wife walk away, mumbling under his breath about how he was keeping an eye on them.
I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
It was Father’s day, and you couldn’t wait to see your father’s reaction to your gift. You just knew he would be over the moon about it. Lucius was never one to question his masculinity. So you knew this gift would be perfect. “Well, come on! Don’t just sit there”, you teased. “Open it!” you insisted. Watching Lucius react to the present was a gift itself. “What?! No way!” Lucius smiled as he tore open the gift wrapping. Inside the box sat a matching bracelet, similar to your own. You always loved matching your father. Sometimes even more than your mother. Before Lucius could open his mouth to thank you, you attacked him with the biggest bear hug ever and laughed when he kissed you on the head, letting you know how much he truly loved it. Lucius loved presents. He loved giving them and enjoyed receiving them. But the best gift of all was you; everything else was simply a bonus.
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
But it’s still hard to give her away
I loved her first
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I’m goin’ through
“Now you know how it feels, Blaise, my boy”, Lucius chuckled as he patted his son-in-law on the back. His granddaughter was getting ready for her first big date, on prom night, no less. Blaise was anxious about the whole thing, but the minute his daughter’s date showed up, he swooped into overprotective-daddy mode. It was amusing to see. You simply smiled at your husband’s behaviour before cooing over your daughter’s appearance. She looked as beautiful as ever. It was clear that beauty ran in the family. Narcissa felt very emotional as she saw how grown-up her granddaughter looked and made no effort to hide it. Lucius just smiled as he looked around the room. He was a lucky man.
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first
Now, dancing with his daughter on her wedding day, Lucius couldn’t help but feel so proud. Even though you were starting a brand new chapter of your life, Lucius knew he wouldn’t be left behind. You were not going to let that happen. You loved your father very dearly. You cherished him. “I love you, Dad”, you smiled. “I love you too, Y/N. I always have,” he started, “and always will”, you cheekily smiled, finishing his sentence. Lucius just chuckled before resting his chin on top of your head as the two of you continued your dance. When Blaise walked up to the pair of you, Lucius pulled away to place your hand on top of Blaise’s. “You take good care of my little girl, alright, Blaise?” he warned even though it was clear he was happy for you. “I promise”, Blaise smiled before pulling you closer to him as the pair of you took the dancefloor to have your first dance as husband and wife.
Even though you were now a Zabini, you were still a Malfoy. You would always be Lucius’s little girl until the end of time.
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a/n: YALL my heart I am so overwhelmed by the love on part one! I didn’t really know how my ~transition~ into a multi-fandom account would be received and I am so happy you guys liked it! Literally only three of you commented that you wanted a part 2 but those three of you have my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Without further adieu, here is part 2 (not gonna lie i gave myself butterflies writing this why am I so single ouch)
Now that Pansy is in on your little secret, it makes holding in your crush on a certain Gryffindor that much harder. However, confessing might just bring more harm to the already troubled boy.
y/l/n= your last name
Warning(s): cursing, feeling extremely lonely and single, ending is pure fluff
After that day in the library, you find yourself even more preoccupied in your thoughts of Neville Longbottom. It doesn’t make it any easier now that your roommate is aware of your soft spot for the boy, now that she constantly asks when you’ll be professing your love for him. Part of you thinks Pansy is so overjoyed about the news because she can be certain that with a crush like Neville, you’d never want anything to do with Malfoy, at least romantically.
You also find yourself much more nervous than you could have ever imagined. This is the only time you’ve ever doubted being sorted into Slytherin. A crush on arguably the most tormented boy in school yet still terrified to come out and say anything about it. While you were afraid of the possible rejection that could come from a girl like you telling such a timid boy that you’ve liked him for the past year, your heart aches at the thought of what your friends would do if they found out. Confessing your feelings would open up a world of trouble for the boy, one that you would be responsible for.
“Merlin, y/n, are you still contemplating whether or not to tell him?” Pansy asks as she busts into your dorm. Per her last outburst, it isn’t unusual for her to make big entrances. “I never thought I’d see the day where y/n y/l/n was afraid to tell a Gryffindor anything, especially that she had a crush on him. What happened to when you used to bully Potter when he got an answer wrong in potions?”
“That’s different and you know it, Pans!” You groan, throwing a pillow from your bed and toward her. Bullying Potter and making snide remarks toward Granger was different than this. You never really cared for that trio, but you do care for Neville. The thought of him feeling so uncomfortable with you that he would just remove himself from your life altogether was too much for your newly sappy heart to bear. “Can’t I just go on pretending I don’t like the boy?”
Pansy rolls her eyes, her answer obviously being no. She doesn’t understand. For her to tell Malfoy that she’s interested in him wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, you practically spend every waking moment with Malfoy, you spend no time with Neville outside the library and herbology. To just bring up your previous pining for him would be overwhelming to say the least. Not to mention it would spread like wildfire, the only reason Pansy has kept her mouth shut for this long is because she doesn’t want to ruin the romantic novel she’s created in her head about how this will work out.
“Obviously you cannot pretend you don’t like him you absolute idiot.” She scolds you, a hint of laughter in her voice. “I’ll go straight to the gargoyles and tell them right now if you don’t decide to tell the boy by tomorrow.”
By gargoyles, she meant Crabbe and Goyle, a nickname you two came up for them a few years ago. The two were known to bully poor Neville, it would be worse than telling Draco or Blaise directly.
“Pansy!” You shout, moaning over the unfairness. As much as you wish she was bluffing, you know Pansy too well to underestimate her need to get what she wants. “Fine, tell me how you would do it.”
A smile creeps on her face, knowing she had won this fight. She begins to relay exactly what she’s been dreaming of since you told her about your secret crush. Pansy revels in your imaginary relationship, knowing she’ll never get this type of affectionate and epic confession of feelings from Malfoy. She tells you to grab him tomorrow after dinner, catching him off guard but most likely in a good mood because, as she says, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Take him all the way down to the greenhouse so you won’t be interrupted and plant a big, fat, wet kiss on him. You roll your eyes at that last part, never imagining being so bold in a moment like that. While you didn’t necessarily want to tell him the very next day, knowing full well you needed weeks to prepare for this, you also didn’t want to play with the possibility of Crabbe and Goyle beating the absolute piss out of Longbottom when Pansy tells them.
You spend the whole next day with your mind racing, nervously fidgeting with your hands and robes. Pansy notices your unrest and knows you’re actually going through with this. You can hardly pay attention in your favorite class, so worked up over the thought of Neville’s face when you tell him, also wishing you two took potions together so you could have some idea if his feelings toward you based on his amortentia. But alas, all you could smell was plants, flowers, and a woman’s perfume, knowing it was him, without a clue of what the boy would smell in the love potion.
Just as you walk to dinner, walking with your usual crew of Pansy, Malfoy, Blaise, Theo and the gargoyles, your eyes meet the boy who makes your heart leap out of your chest. You can’t help but smile at him, wearing his little sweater and all. How he ended up being your type will never make sense to you. Just as he smiles back at you, making your heart melt, Crabbe and Goyle knock into either side of him making him stumble.
“What’s so funny Longbottom?” One of them taunts, to be honest, half the time you can’t tell their voices apart.
“Knock it off!” You snap at the two before they’re able to harass the boy any further, smacking them both on the backs of their heads. As the two wince you turn around to look at Neville to mouth a Sorry. He just gives you a weak smile before turning in to make his way to Gryffindor table. Your heart sinks, he’ll never like you while you’re associated with such idiots. Pansy nudges your shoulder, giving you a concerned look and you simply shake your head at her, not wanting to get into it.
You spend most of dinner gazing toward the Gryffindors, careful not to get caught making eyes at the dark haired boy. Even the way he simply enjoyed a meal was entrancing to you. How he laughed with his friends, what he looked like to listen intently, then proceed to go off on a tangent of whatever his heart desired. Your heart ached for him, and as much as you wanted to protect him from the, at times, horrible boys sitting next to you, you needed to be selfish. You needed to at least give yourself the chance to be happy with someone like Neville. If all goes to shit, you can always go back to Zabini to get your mind off any sort of rejection you’re about to face.
As dinner comes to an end, you grab Pansy’s hand and squeeze it tight, letting her know it was time. She gives you a reassuring smile before pressing her lips to the back of your hand and whispering a good luck. You rush past your friends, ignoring their questions of where you were off to. You’re able to catch up with the pack of Gryffindors walking toward their common room, tapping the man of the hour on his shoulder, having to get on the tops of your toes to do so. He turns around, confused before recognizing your face.
“Can I speak with you?” You ask. It comes out more timid than you expect, making you want to crawl into a hole and hide for the next year. He stops to fully turn toward you, his friends stopping beside him, looking at you odd. “Sorry, I meant just you.”
“Oh, sure.” He replies, just as nervous around you as always. His friends give him the same look they gave you, but he just nods for them to go ahead without him. “What did you want to talk about?”
You look around you, scared your housemates would see you had pulled Neville aside and create chaos around you. “Not here.” You say, grabbing his hand in yours to pull him away from the crowd of students leaving from the great hall. Your hand burns against his, affected by even the slightest touch from him. As you walk further from the crowd and outside in the cold evening air, your heart begins to pound in your chest. You pull him into the courtyard, bringing back memories of when Draco was turned into a ferret in this very spot, and finally take a seat under the large tree.
He sits across from you, you drop his hand and immediately go to toy with the edge of your skirt. You pull your bottom lips between your teeth and finally meet his gaze, a look of confusion and slight fear gracing his features. “I’m confused, y/n.” He begins, looking away from you for a moment. “Should I be worried.”
“No!” You immediately reply, pulling his attention back to you following your overly enthusiastic answer. The more you think about, he might have to be worried, what with your friends and all. “Well, maybe a little, but not at the moment.”
“You really have a way of saying things without really saying anything.” He muses, rubbing his hands together. Merlin, he’s probably cold. He’ll never be able to reciprocate your feelings in such conditions. “Why’d you bring me outside, y/n?”
You take a deep breath, knowing this is your one shot to tell the boy how you feel before he comes to the conclusion that you’re the weirdo that pulled him outside when the sun had already set to tell him absolutely nothing. “I have to tell you something-”
“I know,” He interrupts. “You said that.”
“Would you let me finish!” You shout, not meaning for it to come off so harsh, but it shuts him up. “Look, Neville. I’ve been thinking about telling you this for a long time, but I could never quite find the courage.”
You take a long pause. He doesn’t dare interrupt you again, just looks at you with anticipation of what information you’ve been keeping from him. You begin playing with your uniform again, searching for any distraction from what you’re about to say. “I never thought I could feel like way about someone, honest. I’ve had these kinds of feelings toward other people, but never like this, you know?”
You look to him again, your words obviously not resonating with him as he’s kept the same expression since you dragged him outside. “I guess what I’m trying to say is something in me sort of lights up when you’re around. I’ve become addicted to the way you look at me and the way you say my name. My heart skips a beat whenever you smile at me or when you give me that nice look you give when I figure something out while you’re tutoring me. I know this may come as a shock since we don’t talk very much outside of class and tutoring, but I guess that just goes to show the impact you’ve had on me.”
He stays quiet, which only makes you more nervous. If he liked you back surely he would be leaping for joy right now. Instead, he shakes his head before breaking the deafening silence, “This isn’t funny, y/n. You can tell Malfoy or Crabbe or Goyle to come out now, make fun of me like they always do.”
Your heart sinks, of course he would think you’re playing some cruel and heartless trick on him, just for him to be humiliated by the boys you surround yourself with. He looks so upset, so broken. You reach out to grab his hand but he pulls it away.
“This isn’t a joke, Neville. They don’t know I’m here.” You tell him in a soft voice, but you know it’s no use, you’re too deeply associated with such hatred. Theres only one more thing you could possible think of to convince him of your feelings. “I smelled you in my amortentia, I swear I did. Plants, flowers and a woman’s perfume, it smelled sweet like maybe of roses and vanilla. I know you probably don’t believe me, I understand that you don’t, but Neville I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
It’s quiet again, you can hear your heart racing, accepting the impending rejection thats only moments away. You close your eyes to keep any sort of tears in when you feel his hand grasp yours. “You smelled my Mum’s perfume.”
Is all he says. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, confused by his words. He speaks up again. “I don’t understand, y/n. All I’ve ever been to you is a means to pass herbology, how could you possibly smell me in your amortentia? You just described my mother’s perfume, I’ve never told anyone what that smells like.”
“Because that’s not all you’ve been to me.” You reply, not letting go of his hand, the same burning feeling accompanying his touch. “At the beginning, yes, you were my only way to pass. But as time went on, I found myself so drawn to you, hanging on your every word about your beloved plants. When you saw Pansy and I staring at you in the library the other day that was because I had just told her I liked you, as more than just someone to help me pass.”
You can almost see the gears turning in his mind as everything begins to fall into place for him. You become painfully aware that he has yet to make any sort of statement about you one way or another, giving you absolutely nothing to expect when it comes to what he’ll say next. “I don’t understand how someone like you could like someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” You ask, partly hurt by his words. “Neville, if you’re wondering how I could like someone thats kind, considerate, passionate, funny and handsome, I’m not really sure how to explain that to you if you don’t already understand.”
Even in the darkness, the two of you only lit by the faint light of the moon, you can see his cheeks go red, which makes you smile. Almost everything he does makes you smile, you couldn’t imagine another person making you feel this way.
“Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of hearing anything like that come out of your mouth.” He confesses quietly, almost whispering. He begins to run his thumb over your knuckles, your heart fluttering with his actions. “I thought you were to most beautiful girl in this world the moment I laid eyes on you in first year, I still do. When Professor Sprout came to me and told me you needed help with herbology, I swore Godric was doing me a favor, only some form of miracle could have let me be around you so often. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why an angel like you could somehow feel the same way about me as I do you, but I trust you, y/n. I don’t trust a lot of people.”
Your heart is pounding, finally hearing the words your mind has been begging to hear for months. His his hand still in yours, you shift forward on your knees to inch your face closer to his. He doesn’t back away, he doesn’t protest, he simply takes his hand that isn’t interlocked with yours and brings it to your cheek. You breath hitches in your throat as your foreheads press together, not daring to look into his green eyes, fearing you’ll fumble over your next actions. Without a second thought, you dip your head down to catch his lips in yours. His hand moves further back into your hair as the other stays intertwined with yours, planted on his lap. You half expected him to sit still as your lips moved against him, but they move together in sync like they were always meant to meet. After a short while you pull away, trying to catch your breath. With your foreheads still touching, you can feel his staggered breath against yours. Slowly you sit back on your heels again, unclasping your hand from his. You stand in your spot and lean down to press your lips to his forehead, then lift his chin to place a soft kiss against his lips.
“Goodnight, Neville.” You say quietly after you pull your lips away from his again, unable to contain your smile. “See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.” He repeats. He doesn’t follow you out of the courtyard, he stays in his seated position, leaning on his hands behind him. Once you’re out of earshot he looks up to the stars to say, “Whoever just made that happen, thank you.”
You float back to the dungeon, not even feeling the usual cold air of the common room. When you open your dorm door, Pansy immediately shoots up from her bed to catch a glimpse of the moony look on your face.
“Y/n?” She calls, making you slowly turn your head to look at her. “Tell me what happened.”
You walk toward her bed, taking a seat next to her before laying back to stare at the ceiling, the smile never fading from your face. You bring your fingers up to touch your lips, still feeling his on yours. “I kissed him.”
Pansy squeals, laying back next to you and nudging and poking you in every which way, making you giggled next to her. Living this moment in pure bliss. “Well what did he say?”
“It doesn’t even matter,” You reply, wanting to keep that moment you spent with Neville sacred between the two of you. “He likes me too.”
You don’t sleep that night, spending the next hours gushing to your roommate about his smile and the shape of his lips against yours and the feeling of your fingers intertwined. You both have early classes the next morning but you didn’t care, you’re completely and perfectly content.
Characters’ favourite positions with their partners:
Harry & Draco:
Of course Harry and Draco do it a lot, in multiple positions, in any place they can, but Draco enjoys it the most when he’s riding Harry, because he feels like he’s the one who has the power, but also because Harry’s the deepest inside him like this, and it can reach…everywhere. He’s clawing on Harry’s chest, making marks on his skin, showing him and the rest of the world that Harry is his. Harry thrusts up into him deeply and Draco would throw his head back, gasping for air, feeling more full than ever. He’s extra pleased if Harry pulls him down roughly by his hair for a kiss. He rolls his hips and becomes in sync with Harry’s thrust, moaning louder. Harry’s low groans only make Draco more excited somehow. His thighs are strained trying to hold himself up, and it’s like Harry notices it as he sits up abruptly and pulls Draco close to him. He runs his hand into Harry’s hair and tugs, searching for Harry’s lips as they kiss again, bodies flushed together and Harry fucks up into him just the way he knows Draco loves. He knows Harry’s body as much as Harry knows his, and he always ends up wanting more.
Draco’s favourite sentence: “Harry, let me come!”
Harry is very versatile in positions, he can fuck Draco from behind, sideways, missionary, literally anything, but he adores it when Draco’s underneath him, his arms and legs wrapping tightly around Harry’s middle. Draco’s moaning, and his voice is like a beautiful song to Harry’s ear. He kisses Draco all over, the scars on his chest, his neck, and when he pulls back, Draco lets out the most vulnerable whimper, like he doesn’t want to let go. But Harry lifts Draco’s lower body off the bed, thrusting into him. At this angle, it reaches Draco’s special spot deeper, and Draco thrashes his hands clinging to the bedsheets. He calls out Harry’s name, reaching for him and Harry smiles almost smugly as he grabs Draco’s hands and keeps thrusting in. Then he can pull Draco up against him. Draco whines loudly when Harry stops thrusting up, so he’s moving his own hips, trying to fuck himself on Harry and kiss him until he begins fucking Draco again. When he comes, he wounds his arms around Draco’s back and kisses Draco back.
Harry’s favourite sentence: “You drive me crazy, Draco.”
Blaise & Ron:
Ron, as handsome as Blaise is, actually likes to be face down on the mattress, or any surface. He’s on all fours, his elbows and knees are getting sore, but he loves the weight Blaise has above him. He’s flushed behind Ron, kissing his back and nape, thrusting inside him. Ron would whimper when Blaise wraps his hand around his neck and tightens. He’s out of breath, but the adrenaline in his body rises and he’s brought closer to climax. Tears trailing from his eyes and dampening the surface beneath his face, he is even drooling a bit while moaning lewdly because Blaise is too thick and long and buried deep inside him. When Blaise spanks him, Ron cries out and reaches climax with a loud noise from his throat.
Ron’s favourite sentence: “Please.”
You’d think Blaise loves Ron’s favourite position as well, but he actually loves Ron when he’s facing him. Ron’s very vocal, even more in bed, and Blaise loves drawing sounds from Ron, wondering if his next sound will be louder than the last. Ron is needier in bed, begging and whining, and Blaise loves it. His fingers are gripping on Ron’s hips so hard it could bruise, and he does it anyway, as Ron has stated many times that he loves seeing the marks Blaise makes on his body. Blaise kisses the scar on Ron’s arm & the freckles on his body, knowing Ron would squirm and moan even more. He adores every reaction Ron makes, and his face is most disheveled during this time, sometimes he cries, only from pleasure, especially when Blaise chokes him with his hand around his neck, or when he slips his fingers into Ron’s open mouth, and Ron moans loudly around his fingers and sucks on it. Ron’s never allowed to touch himself, but Blaise wonders if Ron ever does it on purpose just to get Blaise to spank him, because he always has a little smile after being smacked for being naughty. Ron’s eyes look so blue and teary when Blaise’s deep inside him, Blaise couldn’t help but fucks him rougher, until the only word Ron can utter is “please”.
Blaise’s favourite sentence: “What a needy boy you are.”
Neville & Theodore:
Theo has been with enough men, he experiences all types of kinks, but when he meets and falls for Neville, he just truly realises that he loves it simple more, or maybe he just loves Neville so much. Normally he wouldn’t even care about the other guy, any position doesn’t matter, but when he’s with Neville, Neville makes him feel like he matters, and he’s loved. So Theo likes it face to face, when Neville’s deep inside him and kissing his throat, burying his face into his neck. He prefers looking at Neville’s face at this time, it’s the only time Neville loses his ‘good boy’ look and becomes a beast, sort of, because he’s ramming into him yet still murmuring sweet compliments into his ears. Neville is always so caring and attentive, making sure Theo reach his climax first, making sure Theo knows Neville loves him, and he kisses Theo almost hungrily during this time. And it melts Theo’s heart always.
Theo’s favourite sentence: “Hold me, Nev.”
Neville can’t help but admit he’s a vanilla sort of person, he enjoys missionary with Theo as well. At first, he’s scared of that because Theo has been with many men before, he knows more about stuff in bed than Neville, but once Theo has reassured Neville, he’s more confident in himself, especially when Theo’s underneath him, unable to be coherent anymore and just babbling Neville’s name. He loves it when Theo calls his name repeatedly, asks him to hold him, to touch him. Neville loves it when he trails his hands down Theo’s body and his lover shivers under his touch. He wants to be soft to Theo, but every time Theo makes a sinful sound, Neville just thrusts in harder, and it pulls an even louder noise from Theo. He would whisper things in Theo’s ear, moving his hips harder when Theo moans from his words. He trails kisses down his chest, wanting to paint his lover’s body with his presence. And Neville loves it even more when he knows he’s the only one that can draw a true reaction from Theo like that.
Neville’s favourite sentence: “I love seeing you like this, Theo.”
James & Regulus:
Regulus, as much as people think he’s the bold one in bed, actually gets a bit shy whenever he does it with James, that’s why he prefers when he’s facing away from James. He’s burying his moans into the pillow or the bedsheets, or muffling his sounds in his own arms, hiding the blush on his cheeks whenever James thrusts in the right spot inside him and showering him with sweet words. James is behind him, his hands would roam all over his body, caressing every part of his skin, and Regulus feels like he’s coming really soon just from that. James thrusts into him deeply, until Regulus lets out a loud filthy moan and a gasp when James wraps his arms from under Regulus’s chest and pulls him up against him. It’s even deeper like this, and Regulus loves it when James grabs his face so they can kiss. He has nowhere to hide his moans anymore, so it’s muffled between their kisses, and James swallows it up wholly. James loves kissing, and Regulus thinks he loves it as well.
Regulus’s favourite sentence: “Slow down, James.”
If there’s anything that makes James happier than making Regulus smile, it’s probably making Regulus come. James loves the noises Reggie makes, it’s always so lewd even when Regulus tries to hide it. The expression on his face is even more precious, that’s why James loves it when he’s looking at Regulus. Reggie, as no one knows, and no one should know, is actually flexible in bed, and James loves it when Regulus legs are draped over his shoulders as James thrusts into him. James looks at him, and realises he’s the luckiest man every time. Regulus’s lips are parted, his eyes are dazed with pleasure, and he bites his lips to hold back his moans. This is when James dives down to kiss him, because he wants to hear those beautiful sounds, and Regulus just looks so erotic like that. He slips his hands down Regulus’s jaw, slipping them into his hair, grazing his fingers over his nape, and kissing Regulus deeper knowing he’d draw out a moan from that. He thrusts harder when it happens. And it always happens.
James’s favourite sentence: “Let me hear those lewd sounds you make, Reggie.”
You can see the concept for the characters I made for the story above. I really like how Hermione and Pansy came out
I have been a HP fan since I was 11, and it is one of the big reasons I now know english at all. I have enjoyed the fandom over the years and met friends through shared love for the wizarding world. That’s why, when the author shared her views on Trans women some months back, halfway through the creative process, I had a massive block. I felt very disappointed and just sad and I didn’t know if I could enjoy HP anymore. I still will never understand why people need to share their hateful opinions when it really doesn’t help anyone whatsoever.
I decided that the fandom has really meant a lot to me, and, disregarding the author, I could still enjoy the characters that, by now , are a world appart from what they came from.
I am still on the fence of how to proceed within this fandom tho…
harry in a sweatshirt, joggers, and crocs always while everybody around him is always dressed impeccably and he’s still named witch weekly’s most eligible bachelor every year for the rest of his life
My heart feeling happy and fulfilled - all my babies are here, ALL of them (look better on the background) ♥️ [but can I also say, look at Draco’s strong jaw line and his broody look! I’m dead]
