Draco Malfoy X Reader - Blog Posts

•No existe la discreción con él. Si le gustas te lo hará saber.

•Alardear de sus magníficas cualidades (mayormente físicas) es su carta estrella para conquistarte.

•Es una fachada, en realidad no tiene ninguna experiencia en el ámbito romántico.

•Entonces, no te dejes engañar por esa personalidad orgullosa y atrevida, en el momento en que respondas a sus insinuaciones encontrarás a un joven tímido y avergonzado.

•Mucho coqueteo y poca acción por parte suya.

•Descarado, le gusta presumir de su relación a todo aquel que esté dispuesto a escuchar (incluso con los que no están dispuestos).

•Es todo o nada, mucho afecto, muchos regalos, muchas citas y lo más importante, él mismo.

•Muy dramático, sería un gran actor.

•Un poco celoso, ten en cuenta que si no se lo reprochas sólo reforzarás la conducta.

•Gran probabilidad de que desarrolle dependencia emocional, pero con algo de consuelo se soluciona.

•Es la mejor oportunidad de tu vida, no la desperdiciarás sólo por algunos aspectos negativos, ¿verdad?

•Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser, Draco Malfoy, Jean Kirstein, Leon Kuwata...

THIS WAS SO SO SO HOT, MAR MY LOVE YOU’RE AMAZING GTFO 😡💞

side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

i was already wet, like GENUINELY

soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

you can’t do this to me… YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A SUCKER FOR BLOOD I AM

genuinely giggling at the smut like GTFO AND LET ME HAVE YOUR BRAIN

There's no trace of them-there never is.But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

ok now i’m mad at you (lowkey at window waiting for them to come and ]%]%%]%]%] yk?

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

AU | ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

Shared Bites.

Short Summary: Sometimes sharing your favourite meal isn’t all too bad.

Warnings: 18+ only! threesome, oral f!receiving, fingering, biting (obv), dub con if you squint, mentions of blood, slight choking

wordcount: 1,2k

Tom showing up in your dorm as the clock strikes midnight isn’t unusual. Not when the moon is at its brightest, its energy wrapping around you tighter than normal, a gentle reminder of the impending return of your favourite vampire that night.

However, what is unusual about today is that he’s brought someone with him. Not just anyone, though. It’s Draco.

Draco, who happens to be a vampire as well. Draco, who has been begging Tom to let him have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. And Tom, who couldn’t help but look forward to sharing his favourite prey after you agreed. 

A shiver runs down your spine as they make their way towards you, their glowing, scarlet eyes burning through the darkness of the night, practically pinning you in place. Before you realize it, you’re pressed against a nearby wall, Tom’s lips crashing onto yours while Draco’s skilled fingers work your skirt’s zipper, soon letting the fabric drop to the cold marble floor.

“Fuck, she is gorgeous,” he murmurs, palms trailing up and down your thighs, urging you to part your legs for him. Only then does he rid you of the last piece of fabric on your lower body—your lace panties, leaving them to pool at your ankles before his thumb finds your clit, rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bud.

The brunette watches the both of you intently, and though he would never admit it—a slight pang of jealousy hits him as he sees how eagerly you lean into Draco’s touch.

“Ready?” Tom whispers, one of his hands gently tilting your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

A familiar euphoria spreads through your body as he starts feasting on your blood, muffled groans and soft sucking noises coming from the brunette. Drops spill down your neck, tainting your blouse with the red liquid.

You don’t complain—not now, when you feel everything so intensely, the slight sting of Tom’s bite with Draco’s fingers buried inside of you ridding you of any sanity you had left.

Tom pulls back slowly, fangs retracting from your neck when he hears soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

“Are we making you feel that good, darling?” He purrs, his face inching closer to yours before he presses a soft kiss to your slightly parted mouth, the metallic taste of your blood on his lips flooding your senses.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your state, eyes closed and brows furrowed, your mind too hazy to form coherent words. The pad of his thumb softly swipes over your now crimson-painted lips, admiring how pretty you look with your own blood staining your perfect skin.

“Sweetheart. Answer me.” The brunette drawls, head dipping down again, tongue trailing along the fresh wound on your tender neck to gather any spilled blood.

“Yes, Tom— fuck—“ you manage, eyes fluttering open as you feel the knot in your stomach winding tighter with each passing second, your legs trembling as the man between them finds that one perfect, sensitive spot inside of you with the pad of his fingers.

“Oh- oh God, Draco—“

You feel the blonde hum in recognition, and just like on command, his fingers curl, lips wrapping tighter around your swollen clit, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. Your vision grows cloudy with stars, and you are right there, right at the edge, ready to let the built-up pressure in your lower stomach explode into fireworks of ecstasy.

But just as you are about to tumble over the edge, he pulls away.

You want to complain, tell him to get his head back to where it was. However, when you open your mouth, the only sound you manage is a sharp hiss as his pointed teeth pierce the soft skin of your inner thighs, his cold, strong hands keeping your legs from closing.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Tom’s lips as he takes in your expression. So beautiful, he thinks. So helpless, yet so eager to let both of them have their fair share of you. And you would get your reward—but you are still his after all, and the only way you get to come is on his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

With that thought, his lips meet yours for a hungry kiss once more, hand softly wrapping around your throat, thumb caressing over your pulse point. You are out of breath as you break apart, watching him drop to his knees in front of you, switching positions with the blonde.

“N-No more,” you whimper, trying to steady yourself on the wall, Draco’s laboured breath hot on the tender skin of your neck as his head dips down, sharp teeth grazing over your crimson-coloured skin.

Tom nudges your legs further apart, inhaling sharply as his gaze locks onto your glistening folds right in front of him. “Yet,” he starts, his thumb swiping through your slit, coating himself in your arousal, “look at how eager you are for us.” 

“It’s only fair—“ he purrs, one finger slipping inside of you, then a second, stretching you perfectly, fingertips finding your weak spot without even trying. “If we get our share, don’t you think, darling?”

Your mind is beyond hazy at this point, dizzy as your body reacts to the blood loss, dizzy with the need to come. 

Fuck it.

“Yes— God, Tom— have me.”

It’s not only a simple answer—it’s a plea. And just as the words leave your lips, Draco sinks his fangs into your neck with a low growl, the brunette in front of you flicking his tongue over your clit. Heaven or damnation—you don’t quite know which is closer. However, with the way both of them work your body—you practically see the gates to paradise opening right before your eyes.

Naturally, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build once more, and Tom notices, obviously. The way you squeeze tighter around him, walls fluttering in anticipation and lips slightly parted, he sucks on your puffy bud, just the way he knows you like it—slowly.

Your ears ring, thighs trembling as fireworks set off behind your eyes, your vision fading into a blur as the brunette works you through your orgasm, loving the way your cunt clamps down on him as you come. How next time he would have you all for himself again.

“Were so good for us.” is the last thing you hear coming from the blonde before your eyes flutter close, Tom’s arms wrapping around your waist before your knees give in, fainting in his embrace.

By the time you wake, it’s morning, and you are tucked under your sheets, weak sun rays warming your skin. There’s no trace of them—there never is. But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

And then you see it—your thighs are covered in bite marks.

Especially around the area Draco left his.

A/N: I am getting started on the full fic now. I promise😭

⭑ made with love. draco malfoy x reader

summary. it's winter, you’re sick, and draco is extremely rational a terrible, doting mess about it.

tags. fluff! so much fluff! married couple, gn!reader, lots of banter, post-hogwarts with one fleeting mention of the war, draco's anxiety is whetted by a common cold, he basically treats the reader like they hung the moon in the sky and also have the power to yank it down at any given moment. he's very grumpy. but so so in love.

note. my sweet anons!! i tried on three separate occasions to write the requests in my inbox but sometimes i need to be in the depths of hell (ovulation week) to manage smut. i'm sorry. i've made some progress i swear! but the draco hyperfixation came out of NOWHERE and unfortunately i had to indulge in it. also thank you so much for 200! :’)

word count. 1.6k

You are deplorable.

With a fever temperature of 40° and explicit instructions to stay in bed, you’re discernibly not in bed when he makes it home from the apothecary, a jumbled mess of the blankets he’d swathed you in left in your place. Your slippers are absent. Your slippers — in two feet of snow. Your coat is gone too, at least; ridiculously thick and unnecessarily long, though now he’s thankful for it.

Draco paces. Then he sets the Pepperup Elixir over a flame at his desk to keep warm, pours two drops of Sleeping Draught into a mug for your tea, and paces again.

He should have insisted on binding rings for your wedding, he thinks. Something to trace you in emergencies. There’s little to do without them as you’ve evidently either taken the Floo or Apparated, and, in truth, he can’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous. In school, perhaps? During the war? You have him comparing his nerves over a bad cold to those he felt during war. The insanity of that is actually not lost on him, if that counts for anything.

But you are deplorable, and his. His almost as much as he is maddeningly, irremediably yours.

How he allowed an aliment like this to infect him goes against all evolutionary sense. It’s a fever of its own. Incurable despite knowing its cause, and probably festering worse than yours.

And then the fireplace hisses and out you stumble with soot on one cheek and frost on the other, the neck of your coat zipped up to swallow half of your face. In an arm shoved deep in your pocket, a bag swings from the puffy coat crease of your elbow, and Draco baulks. It’s a muggle grocery bag — translucent enough that he can see the square imprint of your favourite sleepy-time tea, a chocolate bar, cans of what he thinks are soup, and — a lemon? Yes. A big miserable lemon that you’ve deigned was worth almost killing yourself over.

Draco does not hear whatever excuses escape your chattering teeth as he plucks your hand from its pocket, puts the bag down, pulls off your coat while you slap at his hands and insist you can do it yourself, and only because he thinks you’d hex him to oblivion if he tried, leads you with a hand on your back to the bedroom rather than hauling you into his arms and carrying you.

“A lemon,” he says, and is aware by the severity of his tone he might as well be saying a gun, or a missile, or a milk crate of Living Death cartons. “You forayed into a snowstorm for a lemon. Do you think I’m incapable of reading a grocery list? I just Flooed —”

“I got more than a lemon,” you huff in a weak voice.

It is appalling that that’s what you take from his admonishment.

Your snow-soaked slippers are tossed aside as you tumble into bed. Draco bundles you in blankets and holds his wand out to take your vitals. You roll your eyes all the while, but once the cold wears off he’s sure you’ll be burning hotter than you were this morning.

He shakes his head. “Lemons are common stock in apothecaries, you know. The shavings are essential in Weedosoros antidotes.”

“Yes, but they’re always so dry.”

“And chocolate — they sell it at Téa’s across the street for the magizoologists. Did you know that?”

“Hmph. No Cadbury, though.”

“And I’ve already warmed the Pepperup and poured you Sleeping Draught, despite your urgency for this —” He pulls the box of tea from your grocery bag, impressed with an image of a little bear with a red nightcap, a steaming cuppa, and a plate of biscuits — “Inarguably superior muggle panacea —”

“I never claimed it was a panacea —”

“Of which we should have distributed to St. Mungo’s en masse. In fact, I should owl them now so they’re informed the Sleeping Draughts are ineffective by comparison —”

“You’re insufferable —”

“Imagine all the orphans without rest —”

“Actually ridiculous —”

“You’re ridiculous. And I hate this bear. Look at his hat. Bloody Gryffindor.”

“Do you know what the wizarding world is lacking? — If you’re concerned enough to make a donation, Mr Malfoy?”

You think it’s hilarious to call him that. He does well not to mention you are, by law, also a Malfoy, and his money is your money to donate as you please.

“What is that?”

“Soup,” you say. “Canned soup — canned with love.”

“We are lacking soup canned with love,” Draco repeats, just to be sure.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be sure to write the Minister.”

“Do.”

“Only if you stay in bed.”

“Hmmm… mmmm… well. Hm.”

“Incorrigible,” he mumbles, brushing the damp from your face before getting up to fix your tea. (He kisses your cheek for good measure, big sop that he is. You do well not to mention it.) “Don’t move or I’ll cast wards on the fireplace.”

“Oh! Cast wards on the doors, too. I might go for a walk.”

He glares at you from the archway. Your answering laugh is broken by a coughing fit, and you look reluctantly glum when he raises a told-you-so brow.

Draco mutters about how ridiculous you are through the kitchen and back, as he steeps your tea, heats your soup, unstoppers the Pepperup Elixir, pours it in an old shot glass from a trip to Italy (you have no graduated plastic cups lying around), squeezes the big stupid lemon in your tea, carries it all to your bed on a tray and realises, still muttering, that these are a lot of steps. But Draco balances the tray without an utterance of magic. It’s rather impressive. You should be sorely sorry.

You are, instead, asleep.

You’re splayed across the bed like something Baroque, limbs fascinatingly posed: half under the blankets and half stubbornly poking out despite his fervent tucking, head nuzzled into the pillow with a slight frown. If Draco were any better with a camera he’d take a picture. Instead he takes careful steps to your bedside, placing the tray on the nightstand and sitting as close as he can manage without disturbing the (once more, revolutionary) arrangement of your legs. It feels criminal to wake you. His fretful anger that you’d gone out in the cold is whittled to a humiliatingly thin and empty husk, and all that remains is mushy adoration. Damn you for that; you look ridiculous anyhow.

Draco kisses your cheek again. Your nose. Your forehead. He traces an invisible portrait of your face with his fingers, as if he’s ever drawn anything better than nasty stick figures on crumpled parchment in school. You, though, he thinks he knows well enough by memory to try.

You stir, not too far from consciousness that it’s a challenge to find it again, but far enough to be audibly vexed by his summons to the surface.

Draco means to berate you in that way he's so good at — chin pointed and scowl permanently etched — but you grumble with a sick, hoarse voice and he falters in a pathetic display. “You forgot your love-suffused muggle soup,” he whispers, one hand cupping your cheek.

“Ugh.”

“Heinous, I know. Sit up for me?”

“Magic word.”

There’s his scowl. “Alohomora.”

“Not that magic word.”

“Imperio.”

“Unforgivables, Draco Malfoy?”

“Hmm, Locomotor Wibbly?”

You sink further into the bed, pulling the uppermost blanket over your head inch by inch. 

“Please,” he says, with profound displeasure.

You sit up and smile.

Draco sighs and lays the legs of the tray out over your lap. You regard his service with sleepy content, one of your hands travelling to his face in what his heart surges to appreciate is an honest thanks after his several near-heart attacks, and then your gaze finds the medically expert Pepperup in an Italian shot glass and it falls.

You groan. “Draco…”

His name says, quite plainly, please don’t make me.

Draco has enough self-respect to at least deny you this. “Wards.”

That says, quite plainly, I was not joking about the fireplace.

You look as though you’re contemplating the severity of two horrors, but it passes fleetingly, with one curse under your breath and a sour expression as you down the shot of Pepperup like… a shot. Burning Ogden’s that scrunches your face up until you shake it away with a blagh noise. 

Come to think of it, Draco's choice of glass is much more appropriate than some medical cup.

“Better?”

You shudder. “I will be.”

“Good. Have your love soup and stupid lemons.”

And then, when he isn’t expecting it, your hot palm finds the place it left off; Draco’s healthily warm, sharp cheek, the soft fuzz of hair beside his ears before your fingers card through the longer strands and you hum like he’s your favourite thing to hold onto.

He melts, eyes fluttering shut. You’re sick, and wholeheartedly deplorable, but you’re safe, and it’ll be alright.

“Draco?”

“Mm.”

“The soup.”

He opens his eyes. “The soup?”

“You know it was canned with love.”

“I trust you wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.”

“And,” you say, thumb flush over his bottom lip as you smile a groggy, self-satisfied smile, “it was made with love, too, right?”

He rolls his eyes, and kisses you nonetheless. “You never cease to ask absurd questions.”

Harry Potter characters x Reader: You get a lover

Draco Malfoy:

Literally shocked that you decided to date someone who isn't him.

He will insult whoever you’re dating in front of you.

He doesn’t understand what you like about them, and will make it obvious that he thinks he’s better than your partner. He’s rich, a pureblood, and in his words better looking.

He will be more rude to you as time goes on, especially if you both were dating before.

Hermione Granger:

At first, she thinks she’s able to be around you and your partner, but she just can’t.

She’s jealous and upset and needs time to herself.

She knows that it’s a bit unfair because you probably don’t even know about her feelings toward you, but sometimes she lashes out on you.

You’ll notice her strange behavior, and try to talk to her about it.

She’ll confess her feelings when you ask her what’s wrong.

Ron Weasley:

Ron is jealous when he finds out that you’re with someone else.

He won’t be nice to you or them.

You would very quickly realize that he has feelings for you.

You’ll have to call him out on his behavior to try to get him to stop being so rude. Even then, he might try to deny the fact that he’s got feelings for you, if you bring it up.

You both will be arguing a lot more, and you both will try to avoid each other.

Harry Potter Masterlist

Mattheo Riddle Masterlist

Tom Riddle Masterlist

Theodore Nott Masterlist

Miscellaneous:

One-Shots:

"Shut Up Malfoy"

Headcanons:

You get a lover

Drabbles:

Catching the Golden trio staring at you

Incorrect quotes:

Fred Weasley Incorrect quote

"Shut Up Malfoy!"

“Hanging out with mudbloods again, are we?” Malfoy asks, walking up to you.

You had just gotten done studying with Hermione and were leaving the library when Draco came up to you. Hermione had left just before Draco showed up, so you were glad she didn’t hear the mean word targeted towards her.

You start walking away, but Malfoy walks close beside you.

“Leave me alone, Malfoy,” you say, annoyance clear in your voice.

“I think not.” You roll your eyes. He clasps his hands behind his back.

“Really, what do you see in that mudblood?” he asks arrogantly.

“Don’t call her that.”

“And what will you do about it?”

You turn your body towards him and grab him by the collar. “Just shut up, Malfoy!”

He smirks. “Kiss me and I’ll shut up.”

You roll your eyes. You were so done with him.

You let go of him and push him back. He yells something but you run away to your dorm before you can hear what he said.

working on some things…

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — masterlist

draco malfoy || cupid3clipse

summary : in which draco is caught up when he comes face to face with an old lover who took a huge toll on his life. this simple ravenclaw girl changed him from a scared boy to a man all for him to destroy it all. it still haunts the man even through his successful career as CEO of D.M enterprises

warnings : inappropriate themes, mentions of violence, toxic relationship / behavior, smut

theme : slow burn, angst, fluff, rekindling feelings, sort of enemies to lovers?

ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ʟᴏᴍʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ —

ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ || ep. 1

???? || ep. 2

???? || ep. 3

???? || ep. 4

???? || ep. 5

???? || ep. 6

and more to come…

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — EP. 1

draco malfoy || cupid3clipse

ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ

10 years ago

A Ravenclaw, the Draco Malfoy was dating a Ravenclaw. They were known for being one of the houses Slytherin tolerated but that was just it, tolerating. You were the most popular of the Ravenclaw house considering you were related to one the most richest, and noble Ravenclaw family of all the Wizarding world. Well next to the Malfoy’s. At first you weren’t the most fond of the boy, he was mean and ugly to any of those who “wronged” him but for some odd reason he was kind to you. You didn’t know if it was because of your family’s status or if he actually had a heart. When Malfoy first met you he was amazed by your dazzling beauty, your hair that he didn’t even have to touch; only look to know it was soft, your scent, everything about you.

You’re relationship started out when he asked you to the Yule Ball in year 4, it was unexpected but you accepted since nobody else had gained up the courage to ask you yet. Boy the night you had with him, dancing around with your friends and him like nothing mattered— never in your life did you think you could have this much fun with Draco Malfoy of all people.

Eventually you gained feelings for him, he fell first and rather quickly at that, to him you were just the perfect woman to ever exist; besides his mother. Who by the way loved you almost as much as he could, his father not so much who was upset he wasn’t dating a Slytherin but Draco wasn’t going to let his fathers cruel, ungrateful words change his love for you. Even when Draco got the Dark Mark you stuck by his side and despite becoming distant from everyone else he was in love with you and he couldn’t escape it even if he tried.

Things took a turn for the worse during The Battle of Hogwarts, you knew Draco was apart of the reason why it started because he was stuck with Voldemort no matter what. He didn’t have a choice but when he saved Harry from the fire you thought maybe just maybe he would finally stand up to his parents. But you were oh so wrong

When Voldemort was calling people to come over he was stood next to you holding your hand tightly, when his Mother and Father called for him. “Draco..” his mother called out so lovingly you could hear his breathing change as it hitched nervously.

“Please Dray.” You practically begged him holding his arm lightly squeezing it, he let his head fall looking straight at the floor, you could tell he was fighting which decision to make. You were only hoping he would make the right one.

He didn’t, he took a step forward but you’re connected hands and your grip on his arm stopped him mid way, you knew the pressure he had on his shoulders with this decision but if he seriously chose Voldemort over you, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself

“Draco. If you do this… I can’t be with you.” You spoke firmly and he turned his body sideways to look at you, his disheveled appearance and the mix of fear written all over broke you. “Don’t be stupid.” You added hoping your words would draw him back into your arms but instead without a word he placed a kiss to your hand lovingly before he headed towards the group of Death Eaters two of those being his parents.

Present Day

For years Draco didn’t know if you died during the battle, he and his family beside him walked away from the fight cowardly, it was only when he saw your picture while out in Diagon Alley buying a new suit that was almost similar to the ones he already owned. He remembered you telling him about how you modeled and you wanted to go more professionally so when he saw you modeling for a perfume ad looking as stunning as ever he couldn’t help but feel proud for you. He caught himself staring at it before one of the workers in the store asked him if he needed help with anything which broke him out of his trance.

That was years ago now, Draco was successful he’d have pure bloods, mudbloods and muggles at his feet anytime anywhere. He hadn’t gone further than just a simple hook up not after you, you basically ruined him leaving a burn etched into him, you were his first and only love and the fact that he fucked up everything haunted him. Voldemort was dead now, if he chose to stay at your side he still would’ve been fine but now he just had to live with the decision he chose.

There was a party being thrown by Blaise Zabini it was sort of formal. Blaise was Draco’s best friend so he went just to support him, the last person he expected to see was you. He felt as if he saw a ghost he stopped talking to whoever was in front of him the moment his eyes landed on you, he could hardly breath. You looked so beautiful, you aged well from the school girl he knew.

Draco had been avoiding you since he saw you, but Blaise being as conniving as he was had managed to pull you over to Draco before he had to go off to his own wife. Draco was stuck in place at the sigh of you, he wondered if you hated him, he did leave you after all, he wouldn’t even blame you, hell he’d let you take your anger out on him if you so desired to.

“It’s good to see you Draco.” You spoke so professionally and not mad at all? Draco was almost confident you would’ve hexed him the moment you saw him but instead you were polite

“I agree..” Draco somehow managed to let out. His heart was pounding in his chest it almost hurt with how fast it was beating. “How have you been?” Draco questioned trying to make some sort of conversation

“I’ve been great, have something in New York coming up.” You smiled at the mention of it, Draco could barley register a word coming out of your beautiful mouth he was just so stunned that you were standing right in front of him

“That’s amazing! I’m proud of you.” Draco kept his cool while speaking, you could see right through it though, he’d been in newspapers for scandals you knew he was spiraling but you decided to let him suffer in silence, for you didn’t owe him anything not after he left you.

“You know, we should get dinner sometime. Catch up in a better environment.” Draco suggested obviously he had still been deeply in love with you, and obviously he didn’t know you were married.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You turned him down which made his whole demeanor break he kept a poker face but his eyes betrayed him. “Draco, I know you. You don’t want it to be just us catching up.” You called him out

“Please, Y/N just one dinner.” He practically begged he was so blinded by his love for you that he failed to notice the big sparkling ring on your finger. He clearly wasn’t getting the hint, so you lifted your hand by your face showing off the ring which made his heart stop. You were married, he couldn’t believe it.

Of course he knew you were gorgeous and that men or woman around you wouldn’t fail to see that. He never thought that you would get married to someone that wasn’t him, he was burning with jealousy and heartbreak.

“If you thought I was gonna wait for you, you’d be delusional.” You stated simply allowing your hand to fall back at your side, he couldn’t believe it. He wished he was dreaming, and this was all some cruel nightmare, and he’d wake up with you by his side but this was reality. He screwed up everything and now you were married, taken from him by another man.

a/n : hope this is good!! i’ll be working on getting e.p 2 out as soon as possible so i don’t keep u guys waiting! lmk if you want to be tagged in the next part xx

me after thinking of a new series idea and making it and abandoning the other one..

(yes this is me hinting a new series…. 😬😬😬)

MASTERLIST!

Miguel O’hara:

YOU WHAT? (fluff)

CLOSET / WTF (Pt2)

Earth-42 Miles Morales:

Gremlin gf hcs

Jason Todd:

Are we still friends? (Titans Jason Series)

Suna Rintarou

Happier than ever (SMAU masterlist)

REQUEST:

you can request these characters! I also prefer imagines or situations than hcs bc i’m really not good at them, and I'm not good at writing smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so I may not be that good, you're welcome to correct me in whatever mistakes I make, thank u!

Titans (dc show):

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Batfam (dc)

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Harry Potter

Young Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Diary of a wimpy kid: Rodrick Rules

Rodrick Heffley

MHA

Bakugou Katsuki

Todoroki Shoto

Tamaki Amajiki

Denki Kaminari

Shinsou Hitoshi

Dabi (Todoroki Touya)

Shigaraki Tomura

Little Women (2019)

Theodore Laurence (Laurie)

Haikyuu!!

Tsukishima Kei

Oikawa Toruu

Suna Rintarou

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Maybe Kenma

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki Kusuo

Thats for ALL the fandoms i'm in and it hurts like hell

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

Hello! I'm pretty new to writing fics on here I've only got two so far a Luke Patterson x Reader and a Peter Parker x Reader (Link to my masterlist in my bio)

But I would love some requests if that isn't too much to ask love you all!!

P.S. At this point in time I won't be writing anything that isn't an x reader I'll update if I decide to change that. I am willing to write a lot of different things so feel free to req for any show, game, celebrity, ect.

P.P.S I write smut but only for characters/ people 18+ Thank you 😁