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Clarke x Reader

I honestly wasn’t entirely sure how to write this so ended up re-watching the last two episodes. So thank you anon. Also, this has spoilers for season 2 of the 100, so if you haven’t finished watching…

Clarke had been calm for long enough, kept her composure until she had placed a thousand steps between her and the Ark. Then she broke down.

It started with a scream. A desperate sobbing scream. She slammed backwards into a tree, sliding down the trunk, oblivious to the pain. She deserved it anyway. Her knees tucked up to her chest and her hands in her hair, tightly grabbing the golden locks, she sobbed. 

Get it all out. Get it all out and move on. Find somewhere to stay. Set up a camp. Anything to stay alive. 

She closed her eyes, screaming at the top of the lungs. When the yell had finished and her throat sore, her eyes stinging with tears, she heard your voice.

“Hey, hey. Are you hurt?”

Her eyes flashed open, locking instantly on the speaker. You were about her age. Your hair not in the style of the Grounders and neither were your clothes. She knew you must be from the Ark.

“Can I help?” You asked, crouching before her.

“I killed them.” Clarke croaked. “I killed them all.”

You hesitated, wondering if you should be concerned.

She let out a sob, burying her face in her arms. 

You left your weapon and the rabbit you’d caught on the ground, crawling towards her slowly so as not to startle her.

You placed a gentle hand on her knee, trying to comfort her, stop her from hurting herself.

“How could I do that?” Her voice was muffled through her hands.

“Who did you kill?”

“Mount Weather. They- I had to. I had to save my Mum, Octavia, all of them.” 

“You had to.” You agreed. “You couldn’t have let your mum and friends die.”

Clarke nodded slightly and raised her head, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“What’s your name?” She asked you, biting her lip.

“(Y/n). I’m from the Ark. I heard about Mount Weather.” 

Clarke nodded again, “I’m Clarke. I was one of the 100.”

“I heard a lot about you. I never really saw you though.” You laughed slightly, “I’m not often at the Ark camp. Too many people.”

Clarke smiled sadly as if she knew what you meant.

“I can’t stay there anymore. I have to be away from them.” She said, her fingernails digging into her hand leaving deep red marks.

You took her hand, holding it to stop her hurting herself. She looked up at you, her blue eyes glistening with tears.

“Help me.” She squeaked. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve lost everything.”

“It’ll be okay.” You squeezed her hand gently. “There’s nothing you can do to change it now.”

You leaned against the tree beside her and she rested her head on your shoulder. “Can I tell you what happened?”

You nodded, rubbing your thumb against her hand comfortingly.

Then she told you. Right from the beginning. You’d heard parts of it from others but it was quite different to hear it from Clarke. Occasionally her voice would break and she’d bite her lip, trying to stop the sobs. You’d squeeze her hand gently and look her in the eye, telling her it was okay. It was okay to cry.

When she had finished her story, her tears and screams were gone and she seemed exhausted. Your shoulder was damp with her tears and your own eyes were red.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Clarke murmured, lifting her head to look you in the eye.

“You’re welcome. I just wanted to help.”

“You did.” She said, placing a hand on the side of your face.

“You really did.” She smiled slightly, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. She laced her fingers with yours and when she pulled away you felt yourself blush.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask but will you stay-” She began but you cut her off with another kiss.

“Don’t you dare leave me.” She said when you pulled away, causing you to smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Space Oddity - Clarke Griffin/Reader (The 100)

prompt: “can i have a clarke griffin imagine where the reader dies in the culling up in space in seasn 1 and clarke finds out? thx!!!” - anon 

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing + the drama lmao  

Her Dad’s Floating

“Clarke.” You opened your arms just in time for her to collapse in them, sobs shaking her whole body.

“He’s gone. My dad’s gone and I just watched. I didn’t do a single thing.”

“You couldn’t do anything.”

“It’s all my fault.” She stared off into space for a few moments before you managed to ground her again, bringing her back to reality.

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Mine ♡ Clarke Griffin Imagine

A/N: ‘Hi can you a imagine were reader is dating Clarke and Clarke gets jealous and protective. Love your imagines’ Here you go 😊✌ It’s more protective Clarke because Finn’s a sleazeball.

Warnings: NSFW, possibly… Clarke has that effect on me okay? Also swearing. Finn being an ass and trying to sleep with you. 

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“Babe,” You whined, peppering Clarke’s jaw with kisses as she tried to move from the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around her, your head angled towards her neck inhaling the scent that was Clarke Griffin.

Chuckling she pulled you on top of her, kissing you softly before kissing your nose.

“Fuck, I love you.” You whimpered in her ear, nudging her forehead. She grinned.

“Come on Y/N.” She chuckled rolling over so she was on top of you, leaving you with a lingering peck on the cheek before she stood, getting changed before walking out of the tent. You sighed and followed suit, changing into something more than just undergarmets, which thanks to Clarke, now had little tears where she’d bit and ripped. You hadn’t minded then, obviously, but now, now it was kind of depressing.

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Once outside you spotted Bellamy first, his dark hair and tan skin standing out against Finn, who stood beside him and you rolled your eyes. Finn was disgusting, you ignoring him whenever you could.

But you needed Bellamy’s help, so, with a heavy sigh you made your way over, before the mud slipped beneath you, causing you to trip and fall. Straight into the older Blake’s arms.

“Well hi there Y/N.” His voice muttered gravelly, hinted with laughter, his rippling arms still holding you up. You blushed and stood, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Sorry Bell.” You chuckled, feeling the blush rise up your cheeks. Embarrassed you started making conversation, not noticing the flickering blue eyes a small distance away, igniting with a jealous tinge.

That jealous tinge became a blazing wildfire as Finn jokingly squeezed your ass and slung an arm around your shoulder. You pushed him away, glaring at him as Clarke smiled softly.

“Finn, what are you doing?” You hissed, to which all you received was a shrug.

“Having a bit of fun.” He murmured. You felt your lip draw back in a snarl.

“I have a girlfriend. Touch me like that again and you’ll know it, Spacewalker.” You spat, the promise searing his ears. 

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But Finn wasn’t one to give up, following you all throughout the day until at sundown, when the orange glow made the camp shine. Only the, did he attempt anything.

You were around the fire, Clarke busy for the time being but you didn’t mind, and instead watched her as she moved. She was graceful yet harsh, loud yet barely making a sound, a conundrum. Your conundrum. Complex and amazing and oh so very Clarke. 

You sighed in annoyance when he sat next to you, you could feel his giddy smile on his face as he watched you, the trail of his eyes making you squirm.

“Go away Finn.” You huffed. He ignored you and placed a hand on your thigh, the touch burning you.

“Go away! Leave me alone!” The sudden commotion drawing eyes to look at the two of you. Clarke looking at you sharply, coming towards you.

“You don’t mean that. Let me give you what you really want, something Clarke can’t.” At the mention of her name there was a resounding smack and a red mark on Finn’s cheek. 

Clarke reached you and pulled you away, holding you back.

“Fuck off Finn. Don’t touch her you creep.” The blonde hissed, taking your hand and back to your tent near the Dropship.

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“Are you okay?” She asked once you were inside, placing her hand on your cheek. You nodded and felt your eyes flutter closed, relishing in the soft skin of her palm.

She leant forward and kissed you softly, withdrawing before her forehead rested against yours, the sound of your heartbeat echoing in your chest. 

She pushed you down onto your back. Your eyes snapping open and staring up at your girlfriend, fury still in her features.

“That ass will never touch you again.” She growled, leaving marks all down your neck. You sat up, letting her pull your top off before she laid you back down and pulled your pants down your legs, swallowing softly. 

You moaned as you felt her fingers trailing up your thigh as she kissed you, swallowing your pleas. 

“Every inch of you, is mine. From your eyes, to your lips, to your chest, to your stomach, to your hips, to your dripping centre,” You moaned against the plumpness of her lips as she continued. “To your thighs, to your knees, to your calves, to you feet. Every last inch of you-” She was cut off as you surged forward, crashing yourself against her, the vibration of her groan driving you to pull off her shirt before attacking her chest and neck with nips and kisses, the skin blooming red. 

Clarke’s hand went down to your panties, the pad of her thumb massaging the fabric at your hip before she smirked, feeling the tear.

“Guess you don’t need these anymore.” She whispered huskily before ripping them fully causing you to whimper, and worry about them later.

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Lone Wolf chapter 11

Summary: the story continues

Author note: First I want to apologize it took so long for me to post the next chapter for lone wolf. After that, I want to thank everyone who has sent me comments and kudos for my writing. I haven’t forgotten this story, writing has just been difficult the last couple of months.

previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10

“What! Gives you the right to touch my daughter!” you were livid. How dare this boy touch your daughter. Madi in general had a hard time with being touched. The only people who were allowed to touch her freely, were you, Lexa, Clarke and Anya. From time to time Indra, but that was only when Madi instigates it. So who did this piece of shit think he was for giving Madi a panic attack.

At this point, you were really starting to regret coming to the Skaikru. Would Clarke be really upset if you cut this guy's throat? Probably. Pushing aside the murderous intent you were feeling you turned toward Madi who was still protected by Dina. Madi who was still sobbing uncontrollably. You throw the sword in your hand to the side and crouch down so you are at eye level with your daughter. Dina steps away from the two of you and keeps the rest away.

When Madi spots you through tear-filled eyes, she looks you straight in the eyes but doesn’t move to get closer to you.

“hey, peanut.” You say in a voice you only reserve for your daughter. The little girl is so attuned to the sound that she is already calming down.

“Mama?”

“Yes baby, it is Mama. Are you feeling big emotions?” you knew she was but this made it easier for Madi to work through it. Madi gave you a small nod.

“is the feeling going away?” most of the time the emotions Madi was feeling would pass on their own. When Madi shook her head, you gave her a reassuring smile.

“that is okay. I am here and we are getting through this together. Can I touch you?” with speed almost too fast for a human, Madi was in your arms. She pressed her head against your chest to feel your steady heartbeat. The sound helped in calming her down.

“alright baby, can you tell me five things you see?” your voice is just about a whisper but Madi could hear you just fine.

Clarke and Lexa were wrapping up their meeting. Things had gone smoother than hoped and resulted in the two being able to meet (Y/N) and Madi for lunch. Clarke was putting away the last of the documents when one of the guards sprinted into the tent. The markings on their arms told them that they were on (Y/N) personal guard. Lexa was aware of the guards (Y/N) had put on both her and Clarke.

“Heda! Permission to speak.” The guard asked. Like all your subordinates they had discipline.

“speak soldier,” Lexa said in her heda voice.

“Heda, Wanheda, both of you are needed at the training grounds. One of the Skaikru boys tried to touch the princess. Causing her to have a panic attack and the general to lash out at the boy. Some of the females with the boy are afraid of an escalation.” The guard spoke so fast that Clarke and Lexa almost didn’t catch all of it. The moment Clarke heard Madi was involved she started walking toward the training ground, not listening to Lexa who was calling after her.

Lexa took a moment to collect herself and thanked the guard, before going after her wife-turned-mamabear. She already felled sorry for whoever stood in her way.

Clarke was at the training grounds in no time. There she saw the Gona from a circle around you, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. Dina was standing close to you ready to react to any situation. You were cradling Madi to your chest, trying to console the sobbing toddler.

Madi didn’t seem to be injured, neither did you. Bellamy on the other hand was sporting a big red line around his neck. Steeling herself Clarke stepped forward to make her presence known. Bellamy was the first to approach her, like a kid rating out somebody to the teacher. You however stayed where you were, cuddling Madi close to your chest.

Instead of listening to Bellamy rambling Clarke made her way toward you and Madi. Laying a comforting hand on Madi’s back.

“Maid sweetheart, look who is here.” You whisper in your daughter's ear. Locking eyes with Clarke, conveying that it was a bad one. Very slowly Madi lifted her head from your shoulder and looked behind her. When she spotted her mommy, she started reaching out for her and you quickly handed her over to Clarke so she could soak in her mommy’s scent. The toddler sagged into the blond's hold immediately.

For some reason, Clarke’s and Lexa’s scents had always a calming effect on you and Madi.

“hey love, somebody told me you were cuddling with Mama. Mind if I join?” Clarke spoke in a tender tone, to not set Madi off again. That had happened in the past when she was overwhelmed too soon.

“Mama helped. Big emotions. Counted. Calmed.” Madi’s sentences were cut short, telling Clarke she hadn’t down completely.

“oh! You and Mama did the counting. Did it help?” Clarke was relieved when Madi nodded into her chest. While Clarke was talking to Madi you had positioned yourself in front of them with crossed arms and a death stare levelling Bellamy, who was trying to get closer.

“what made you feel the big emotions? Can you tell Mommy?”

“Man touched me,” Madi said burring her face back into Clarke’s chest.

“what man sweety?” Clarke Cöed as to not set her off again. without looking Madi pointed a finger toward Bellamy, who was trying to push past (Y/N). (Y/N) however, wasn’t bunching an inch. In the meantime, Raven and Octavia tried to pull Bellamy back.

“let me pass! I have to talk to Clarke.” He tried to sound intimidating, hoping you would let him pass.

“you upset my daughter, do you really think I’m just going to let you near her? No way in hell! If Clarke wants to talk to you she will come over here. Until then back off!” your voice was nothing more than a growl.

Clarke really had hoped Bellamy wasn’t involved. You already didn’t like him and this wasn’t helping. She could only hope to settle your mood before things escalated. Clarke still remembered the last time somebody touched Madi without permission. It was a warrior from Azgeda. He had quickly lost his hand and head. Then she hadn’t batted an eye at it. She hoped it didn’t turn into a brawl. You would level Bellamy with no problem, the only question was when you would stop once you started.

Clarke walked with Madi still clinging to her chest but stayed a couple of feet behind. Hoping this was enough distance for Madi. You immediately sensed Clarke come up behind you, turning partly around so you can look at her and Madi, still preventing Bellamy from getting closer. Clarke knew her next words would be hard for their friends but she had to think about her daughter and wife first. She could talk to her friends later, but first, she had to defuse the situation.

“I think all of you should return to camp until things have calmed down,” Clarke said while looking at her friends. Raven and Octavia seemed to understand, Lincoln respected the words of his kwin. They also knew that if they stayed longer and Bellamy did something stupid, they would be putting Clarke on the spot. Bellamy however started immediately pushing against you to get to Clarke.

“Clarke! Please listen to me. I didn’t mean to do this.”

“Back off!” you got into the shaggy-haired boy's face and pushed him back.

“you come here, make my daughter cry and now you dare to make demands toward our kwin. I should skin you alive for that.” This finally makes Bellamy back down with a loud gulp.

“General!” there was an edge to Clarke’s voice that told you you were getting onto thin ice. It made you back down just a little. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your wife.

“we will leave for now,” Raven said, pulling Bellamy back toward the camp. Leaving you and your family as the only ones in the training ground. The gona had scattered already, knowing nothing good came from upsetting their kwin when she was in mama-bear mode.

Lexa arrived at the exact moment the Skaikru left. You had turned around to look at Clarke. The blond looked anything but happy. Believing it to be best for you and Clarke to talk about whatever the issue was. So Lexa took Madi from Clarke's arms and retreated toward the tent.

“let’s go Madi. Mommy and Mama need to talk.”

“mad?” Madi asked.

“don’t know bug. Why don’t we go find something to eat and wait for them?”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have taken Bellamy’s head off today.” Clarke exploded the moment Madi and Lexa were gone. Now that everything had sunken in, Clarke had gotten angry with you. Her reaction made your anger surface again. why was she angry with you?

“He upset Madi. I just reacted on instinct.” You say between clenched teeth, not wanting to snap at Clarke.

“That was an over-the-top reaction. Bellamy didn’t know Madi would react like that.” Clarke counters, while stepping close to you. Like she wanted another response from you. At this point, you had a hard time not glaring at your wife.

“If it had been anybody else but that Skaikru boy we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“ you went too far. You acted like a sa…” Clarke seemed to catch herself at the last moment, but you knew what she was going to say. You had heard it often enough. The dark part in you that you had suppressed for so long reared its ugly head and you could feel your emotions freeze. Looming over Clarke you glared at her.

“say it.” A moment passed and it stayed quiet.

“say it!” the ringing of your voice surprised Clarke. She had never seen you like this.

“Savage.” The word was nothing more than a whisper but you could hear her loud and clear. Did your wife really think of you like that? You could stand for everybody else thinking you were a monster but not your family.

“maybe Clarke I am nothing more than a savage beast, pretending to be something else.” With that, you walked away and into the woods, leaving Clarke alone.

The moment you left a pang rang through Clarke. What had she done, she had never seen you so cold toward her before. When Clarke finally turned around she, you were gone.

part 12

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I’m Never Enough (LM & daughter! reader)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Lucius Malfoy & daughter! reader. I only own Y/N who is 13 years old while Draco is 15 years old.

This is a request from an anon here on Tumblr. Thank you for your request!

Y/N Malfoy is Draco Malfoy’s younger sister. She’s living in her brother’s shadow, always overlooked by her father - Lucius Malfoy. At Hogwarts, she joins a talent show. Will she prove her worth to him, or will nothing ever change?

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Word count: 1.2k

Published: 1/18/2022

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TW: Angst - not a happy ending, bad father-daughter relationship

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a new year has begun. All the students are in their common rooms, sleeping.

Except for one student - Y/N Malfoy, the younger sister of Draco Malfoy.

The girl sighs as she looks outside the window, observing the stars. She can’t sleep, just like any night.

The reason is pretty simple - every night, she lies awake in her bed while worrying. Worrying about being the perfect daughter. She lives in her brother’s shadow as her parents always overlook her.

Her mother, Narcissa, is more attentive and caring towards her, but her father - not so much.

Y/N has always tried her best to compete with Draco - she’s a Slytherin, she’s friends with everyone except for Gryffindors and Muggleborns to please her parents, and she gets Exceeds Expectations in almost all of her subjects.

Yet, her father doesn’t see her.

What more can she do? She never gets in trouble, she never starts a fight. Her teachers praise her all the time.

However, it’s still not good enough for Lucius Malfoy.

She’s always overlooked by him. If her mother mentions the girl’s good grades, Lucius merely praises Draco for something instead, completely ignoring his daughter.

This is taking a toll on her. It makes her angry and miserable… She doesn’t feel loved by her father.

Whenever she tries to talk to him, he insists that he’s too busy.

No matter how hard she tries to prove her worth, it never seems to work.

She lets one single tear leave her right eye, thankful that her roommates are asleep. There has to be a way for her father to notice her, to love her…

Wiping away her tears, Y/N slowly retreats to bed. She doesn’t sleep much that night.

The next morning, she’s awoken by one of her roommates.

“Hey, Y/N, wake up! It’s time for breakfast” her friend says while gently shaking her.

Groaning, Y/N gets out of bed and puts on her uniform and cloak. Once she’s ready, she and her friend walk towards the Great Hall together.

They sit among their fellow Slytherins, wishing them all a good morning.

Y/N can’t help but look at her brother taunting Harry Potter. She feels extremely jealous - why does her father love him much more than her?

As she tucks into her meal, the Headmaster rises from his seat.

“Good morning, children! I have an announcement to make. Next Friday, there will be a talent show here at Hogwarts. Your parents will be there. I do hope many of you will consider joining, showing off whatever talent you may possess. That was all, thank you” he says, bowing before sitting back down on his chair.

As everybody claps, Y/N gets an idea. A talent show, maybe that’s her chance!

A little over a week later, it’s time. All parents are seated, waiting for the show to start.

Y/N tries to calm down her nerves, taking a deep breath. It’s now or never.

She has been working so hard, practicing every single day. Her friends have even heard her sing and praised her voice.

Hopefully, her father will finally like her…

Her train of thoughts is interrupted as claps can be heard.

“Thank you. Now for the last participant - Y/N Malfoy” McGonagall announces.

Gulping, Y/N slowly walks up to the scene. As the music starts, she closes her eyes. She has chosen the song “Waiting in the Wings” by Eden Espinosa.

“Guess we all are born with parts to play. Some of us are stars, and some are just in the way…” she starts, singing the first few lines.

“I know I was meant for glory, but that’s never what my story brings… And yet I keep on waiting. When you have the passion and the drive, you expect your moment center stage to arrive. I show up with heart a blazing, ready to achieve amazing things…” she continues, a few tears leaving her eyes.

“But I’m left waiting in the wings, I hear my cue and yet I’m kept there waiting… Know what to do, and still I stand there waiting. It’s always someone else who sings while I’m left waiting in the wings…” she sings as she blinks away the tears.

She dares to look at the audience - her friends look in awe, giving her encouraging smiles.

Her brother looks surprised while her mother gives her a sympathetic look, both seeming to understand what it’s about.

Meanwhile, her father merely looks at her with his usual cold eyes, looking unimpressed.

Y/N can’t take it anymore as she looks at her father’s face. She can’t help but cry while running away from the scene, having enough of everything.

As she does so, everybody stares at the empty scene, looking confused with what just happened.

“I think we will stop it here” McGonagall states, looking worried for her miserable student. Why in Godric’s name did she become so sad?

Meanwhile, Y/N is still running, not even sure where she’s headed. She lets her feet take her wherever they want her to. Which is apparently the Astronomy Tower.

Once she arrives, she sits down on the cold floor while sobbing into her knees.

She doesn’t notice that someone followed her as she’s lost in her own thoughts.

“Y/N, why in Merlin’s name did you just leave?” a voice says.

Y/N blinks a few times, wiping away her tears. The person who followed her is none other than her father, Lucius Malfoy.

“Father… Why did you follow me?” she questions, sniffling.

Lucius huffs. “I had to figure out why my daughter is acting unacceptable” he says, looking at her with his usual cold expression.

Y/N widens her eyes, staring at her father in bewilderment. “Unacceptable?! I have done everything for you to accept me! I guess I will never be enough for you, will I? I will never be the daughter you wished for. I’m sick of it all!” she exclaims, fresh tears leaving her eyes.

“Y/N, stop it right now! Is this how we raised you? A Malfoy never acts how you have been acting today” he says, looking at her in disbelief.

Y/N sniffles. “I’m never enough in your eyes” she says, her voice breaking.

“If you don’t stop this nonsense any time soon, then yes, you never will be enough. You should be more like Draco” he says, shaking his head in disapproval.

That was the last straw.

Y/N balls her hands into fists. “I hate you!” she yells.

Lucius glares at her. “You will regret saying that. Don’t come home this Christmas, your presence isn’t needed” he says, huffing.

He then starts to walk away, his cane hitting the floor as he takes each step away from her.

“I just wanted you to love me” she whispers with trembling lips.

Lucius hears her, and she knows it. He however chooses to ignore her, leaving her all alone.

Y/N starts sobbing again. Her father will truly never love her.

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Author’s note:

There will be a part two on 1/25/2022!

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Imagine Lucius wanting Severus to share you with him (smut)

(Lucius betraying the dark lord for some puthy??? more likely than you’d think 👀💦Also this is just as long as it took me to write it 😩😭Also im a bit rusty when it comes to threesomes. I kept the original idea but also tried my best to not make it as if it’s total blackmail, i did my best ok. Hope you can all appreciate it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)

Warning: 18+ minors SHOO THIS IS NOT FOR YOU-, threesome mfm, Dubcon-ish, reader gets clear choice of consent eventually, DP 👀, some ass play going in here of course-, oral (m and f receiving),

Lucius hadn’t expected for you to be so bold as to slap him right across the face after the moment of silent between you both from his question for you. A simple “no” would’ve done the job but it seemed your confusion had taken over you in that instant.

Luckily, you were both away from any prying eyes and he was able to handle such humiliation. To his disbelief, he was incredibly aroused by your action, your face frowning at him and ready to tell him off even more. His affection for you only growing from this interaction, after having spent months watching and trying to get to know you for the longest time ever since you joined the Death Eaters.

“What would make you think that’s an acceptable proposition, Mr. Malfoy?! I am a married woman not some young whore you can just suggest such a thing.”, you spat out before storming away, your steps being heard echoing the further you got.

That little outburst of yours wasn’t going to be forgotten so soon, he’s seen the way you’ve looked at him at times, he knows you’re just playing hard to get. Fixing his hair back, he then soothed his cheek and was already thinking of the next bouquet of flowers to send your way as an apology and get back on your good side.

He had been in that mood lately, purposely stirring your relationship with countless of gifts sent to you and love letters expressing his desires to have you. He was enamored by you from the instant he laid eyes on you, falling even deeper as he heard you speak so fervently, especially when it was directed to him.

His visions were filled with you, imagining you as his in every way and more importantly having your love and attention in return. There was no denying how incredibly jealous he was of your husband, Severus, constantly wondering as to how he ended with you.

It didn’t sit right with him for such a lowly wizard and professor having you all to himself, when he a pureblood is right there and clearly the better choice.

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Walking down the hall, you caught sight of Severus and went right to him, linking your arm to his and already tugging on him to leave.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”, he instantly voiced, your annoyed expression apparent to him that something must’ve went wrong. You sighed, stopping to look back at him exasperated, “Sev, let’s just go home, honey. I’m tired…”

Knowing you too well and surely you must have your reasons, your husband agreed and followed along, “Of course.”

Once at home, you both prepared for dinner rather quietly. Severus took notice of your firm and tense behaviour along the way as you cooked, keeping his composure so to let you have your space until he felt you were ready to speak to him.

Sitting down face to face finally and having dinner together, the silence between you both grew too much for Severus, “You’ve been quiet…Is there something on your mind, dear?”

Chewing your food slowly, you then swallowed and shrugged, telling him bluntly what was looming over you, “I slapped Lucius Malfoy.”

“Why?”, he asked dropping instantly his fork and his jaw ajar. He was heating up, his stomach turning at the thought of what could follow from such revelation.

To his surprise, you seemed rather nonchalant, reaching to hold his hand to assure him, “He couldn’t stop talking about how we didn’t match together, how I should be with him instead, I couldn’t stand it so I just slapped him.”

Your husband’s heart was beating out of his chest, the blood in his body rushing in worry, sweat starting to form slightly as he swallowed hard, only for you to keep going and going.

“That was the only appropriate action at the moment.”, you muttered quietly, as if shyly admitting to him your wrongdoings as to not get scolded.

Instantly, he stopped you, nearly hushing you as he spoke lowly as to not let anyone else here if that were even possible, “This could turn back against us, he is a powerful man-“

“I don’t care about that Sev!”, you raised your tone back, standing your ground, “I love you, there’s no way I’d let him run his mouth that way!”.

Your passion didn’t go unnoticed in your tone, touching and even calming Sev a bit before his thoughts could go back to what could possibly happen, “I’m thankful for you. But it’s still concerning-“

“I know.”, you sighed, your hand brushing against his before grabbing to hold it and kiss it, once more reassuring him. “I will try to apologize to him some other time…”

Severus’ gaze instantly softened along with yours, only for it to turn into curiosity as you’d frown all of a sudden. Groaning, you sighed exasperatedly, “But now i’m just not in the mood. He’s so frustrating! Quite handsome I admit…But oh god so annoying!”

For once, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your confession and spent the rest of the evening talking it out. It didn’t take long for the subject to be long forgotten and the two of you finding peace within each other embraces until you were to face your problems all over again.

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Right Family, Wrong Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: toxic relationship !!!, age gap (legal ofc, reader is in her mid to late twenties), you dated draco and then lucius lol, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: I DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS. i think i like it and i went a slightly spookier/intense route but idkkkkkk. I love writing for lucius though so this was a fun little twist 

Requested: by @russian-soft-bitch, Hello love! I'm officially requesting that Lucius idea you had, I HAVE to read it 😤 Thank you and have a good day!

Summary: What started as a revenge plot against your ex boyfriend Draco ended up with you in Lucius Malfoy’s bed. 

Song: Back to Black by Amy Winehouse 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Lucius wrapped his hand around yours. You were sleeping soundly beside him, breathing evenly. Your expression was peaceful. Serene. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen you at such peace. You were always stomping around Malfoy Manor with such umph that he would’ve thought you ran the place if he didn’t. 

Your lips were parted ever so slightly. The same lips that had touched every part of him, the same lips that left marks on covered places, the same lips that whispered things to him that would never be said in the daylight. Your presence here was something he had never expected but something he granted with open arms. 

Narcissa had left him in the dust years ago. She was to raise Draco. There was no need that Lucius put himself into affairs that had nothing to do with him. Truthfully, Lucius had no real interest in raising Draco any longer. It was a project that continued to fail him. He was too much like his mother. 

Which meant he had Malfoy Manor to himself most of the time. The help walked around without making a sound. It was him in the large place and it was never lonely because now he had you. 

“Lucius,” you whispered. He hadn’t noticed your eyes open. You squinted at him for a moment and then your expression turned into a doe’s. Wide gaze, looking at him like he had all the control in the world. “You’re starring.” 

He raised his hand and brushed your face. 

“I’m admiring,” he promised. His voice was gravely. It wasn’t even light outside yet. It was still dark outside, the moon the only thing illuminating the crevices of the room. You nuzzled your head into the silk pillow. 

“Go to sleep,” you whispered. Your eyes shut again. He lost the doe look he had savored so dearly for a moment. He dragged his hand down your face to your chin, raising it. Your eyes opened again at the sudden movement. “Lucius…” 

He dipped his head down and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss, something to be relished. There was nothing like an extremely early morning with a Malfoy. You would know better than most. 

You gripped the back of his head, scrunching up his long white hair. You brought him to you so that you didn’t have to strain your neck kissing him. He was a much better kisser than his son. He was more attentive. He was cautious with his words, knowing the weight of them. 

For all of those reasons it was easy to slip from the youngest Malfoy boy to the eldest. It was easy to forget all of Draco’s vein promises when you had new ones being made by someone who would keep them. 

You opened your mouth, gasping at his cold touch. The icy night left the imprint of his hand on your cheek. He worshiped at your bare skin, making it a point to touch every inch of you as often as he could. 

There were no thoughts of Draco as he kissed down your stomach, moving lower with each deliberate kiss. 

-

There was a letter on the table. You opened it with a Malfoy letter opener. You knew that it was addressed to you before you even checked the name. Draco had always left you a special seal, one that dripped red as it dried. You wondered if he knew you were staying at the Manor or if your owl had brought it. 

You tossed the envelope back onto the table and sat down on top of it. Your black dress flowed nicely onto the ground, just barely touching the hardwood. Lucius had gotten it for you. 

Please answer my owls. I can’t speak to a wall any longer. 

It felt like a waste of paper. You tossed it aside. Draco had been an awful boyfriend, one that you grew up beside and all you had known. You had never understood what love was actually supposed to look like because Draco had promised you that he knew. 

He did not. 

You were doomed to him from the second he stared at you in the Great Hall. Slytherins were naturally tethered to one another, based on their shared personalities and pride. Draco had chosen you far too young. 

Now you were older. You had grown to be more mature. Draco hadn’t. He didn’t understand that it was truly as simple as that. Draco had hurt you. You recoiled. The relationship ended. 

“Your son sent me another letter.” Lucius walked from the kitchen to the dining room. The walls were clad with portraits of the Malfoys going back decades. The most recent was of Lucius, Narcissa and Draco. It was slightly tilted, as though someone had tried to take it down. 

“Are you going to answer it?” he asked, uninterested. 

“No.” He kissed your forehead as he passed. You watched him go to the head of the table. Dinner would be served soon. He had invited you to stay, though you likely would’ve stayed without any invitation. 

“Good girl,” he grumbled. 

What had started as a revenge plot against Draco had started to become a domestic relationship. The secret was thrilling. The only people that saw you were the help, who were sworn to silence. 

“I have to leave in the morning,” you said as you approached your seat. “Work is calling.”

“Work seems unnecessary,” he said curiously. “You could stay. I’ll give you an allowance.”

“I’m not your child. I can live my own life.” He leaned back in his seat. He had a hand wrapped around his staff as his eyes narrowed on you.

“Those statements have nothing to do with each other,” he observed. “Stay. Just a while longer. Live in his honeymoon, finally allow yourself to know what it’s like to be worshiped.” His words were alluring. “I have to go to Knockturn Alley tomorrow. You could come with me, get out of the manor if you insist on leaving.” 

You half smiled. You had never assumed Lucius to be the type to come up with other options to spend time together. You were so used to Draco who had endlessly forced you to follow him along like a lost pet and lose you in the corners like you were a joke. 

This whole thing was so cloudy. 

“I have been meaning to stop by the apothecary.” 

“It’s settled. You’ll come with me tomorrow.” He clicked his water glass with his fork. Someone brought food through the doors. You wondered what it was like to have so much power.

-

Knockturn Alley was permanently dark. At least, it seemed that way. The people rushing by never rose their faces and when they did they were indistinguishable. It was as though everyone had enchanted themselves to become mundane and unremarkable. Lucius had a hood over his head but made no attempt to hide his blonde hair. Your hood kept you shrouded, even as you walked closely beside him. He had a list of things he needed to get and you looked through the windows of the shops at things you had never studied before. 

Stores selling human fingers were of interest to Lucius. He let you go inside first as he pursued. You had never been inside a place like it before. It felt like a forbidden realm, something that was locked off to you because you had no reason to enter it. 

“Fingernails,” he muttered. “Do you see the fingernails dear?” 

You looked around, trying to stifle the reaction you had to being called dear in public. 

“Here,” you breathed. You raised your hand and he approached. “Aged,” you read from the small note card. “What do you use this for?” 

“Severus sent me a potion he’d been testing. I wanted to try it.” 

“What kind of potion?”

“An unnamed one,” he muttered. “Perhaps you could help me with it. Draco said you were rather good at potions.” You were reminded of the age difference suddenly but quickly brushed it aside. 

“I was the best in my class. Snape seemed to like me,” you said proudly. It was a fact you took pride in. Snape didn’t like just anyone. 

“I should’ve asked you to tutor Draco,” he muttered, grabbing what he needed off the shelf. 

“I tried. He was often distracted.” Lucius’s hand brushed your side as he walked past you. Like father, like son. 

You could feel prying eyes. You glanced around the dark shop that was illuminated only by floating candles. The shelves looked like people. You had to search to find anything actually moving. Your eyes landed on the sales clerk, another man who had been shrouded in a dark hood. You couldn't see his eyes but you could feel his gaze on you. You raised your chin, as though in defiance. Lucius didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed your hand and dragged you along to the next row of shelves. 

You avoided eye contact when Lucius checked out. 

-

You returned back to the Manor later that night. The sun was setting behind the peak of the house. It was like you were living your life shrouded in darkness nowadays and you couldn’t say you were complaining. It was slightly like you were constantly hidden from anything important. The door opened for Lucius. By the time it shut you couldn’t see who had been the culprit of moving it. 

Living in the house with Lucius was vastly different than living in the house with Draco. Draco knew the best hiding places but Lucius didn’t need them. You felt the most in control as you ever had. 

Lucius put down the bag of things onto the dining room counter as he walked into the room. Sitting in the chair at the other end of the room was a face you hadn’t expected to see, one that stopped you completely. 

Toying in Draco’s hand was the letter you had discarded. 

“You aren’t scheduled for a visit,” Lucius said. His voice was strong. There was no hint of weakness. You raised your chin to match his attitude. 

“This is why you haven’t been answering my letters?” Draco questioned, staring at you as though his father wasn’t there. “You found a different Malfoy to follow around like a lost puppy?” He sat forward, accusatory. 

“Draco,” Lucius snapped. You met the young Malfoy’s gaze with ice. 

“I haven’t been answering your letters because I have no interest in speaking with you.” Draco set his jaw, chewing on his cheek. Lucius took a deep breath. 

“This isn’t a ploy to make me jealous? To get me back?” he questioned but it felt more like he was stating a fact. 

“Why would I want you back?” you asked him. “Why would I beg for your forgiveness and your kindness when I know I can get it from someone I like far more?”

“My father?” 

“Yes Draco.” Draco stood up. He put his palms down on the table, leaning forward. He shook his head, a signature scowl on his face. 

“Were you plotting to steal the Malfoy money through different means because I tossed you aside like a piece of trash?”

“I wanted someone who would treat me like a woman and not like a charm to accompany his pride,” you seethed. 

“This is ridiculous. There’s no way you’re entertaining this father,” Draco said, his eyes now set on the older Malfoy. Your eyes followed his as well. Lucius had taken off his cloak and set it on a chair. He was acting completely unbothered by the conversation. 

“Draco, you’ve always been too much like your mother.” Lucius raised his chin. He eyed his son, knowing he would cower under the gaze. “If you intend on being a pest, I’ll have you escorted out of the manor.”

“Father.” 

“You were a stupendous failure Draco,” Lucius said lowly. “You took something great and you botched it with continuous frustrations. There is no need to take out those frustrations on someone who salvaged the situation or the woman.” Draco’s jaw set. “Go back to your mother. Maybe she’ll teach you some manners.” 

Draco choked on whatever words he intended to say. He took the letter he had written to you and ripped it in half. He left it on the table, dramatically. He gave you a lingering angry look before walking past the both of you out the room. The manor was so large that he could return to his room and neither you nor Lucius would ever know. 

The tension in the room defused. 

“I’ll put away the things we got,” you said, grabbing the bag from him. You took a jar with you into the kitchen. He followed you. 

“Your son is impossible,” you muttered. There were no feelings resurfaced at seeing Draco again. You wondered how long you had been over that relationship, if it had been longer than you even remembered. 

“His mothers fault.” Lucius raised his hand and brushed your hair off your shoulder and onto your back. He leaned forward and kissed your neck. You let out a soft sigh. 

“You’re distracting me from the task at hand.”

“My fault,” he muttered against your skin. 

“You have no reserves?” you asked. You turned around to look at him. He had his hands on your sides in an instant. “Your son's ex-girlfriend in your bed every night?”

“Do you have reserves?” he questioned. You weren’t sure why you were even asking the question. Lucius had done some morally challenging things in his life. There was no way this was a concern of his. You found that realization quite freeing.

“No,” you said finally. You meant it. He nodded once, proud of himself. He traced your jaw with his finger. 

“Then I don’t see any issues.” You glanced at the door Draco had left. You knew he was likely still in the manor. You kissed Lucius like it was the last thing you would ever do. You didn't care if this was a relationship that would fizzle out, all you knew in the moment was that you wanted to kiss him. You devoured his lips, holding his head so he was as close as you could get him. 

Everything else felt like an afterthought to him. It occurred to you that in the past you had had the right family, but the wrong Malfoy. He hoisted you onto the counter, pushing aside everything you had gotten from Knockturn. 

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Addicted- Lucius Malfoy x reader

Notes: okay this isn’t like lyrics, this is where the song is just there fore more of a ✨vibe✨it was just an excuse for me to write about giving Lucius head tbh

Warnings: oral sex, dirty talk with some praise :)

Gif creds to owner

Song creds to owner

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While Lucius loved having you in his arms, or sat on his lap, or tucked into his side, he had to admit that having you between his legs with a mouth full of cock was one of his most favourite positions to have you.

When he had woken up, he found himself hard, his tented boxers straining against your thigh. It took you a moment or two to fully wake, but when you did you whimpered, reaching between your entwined bodies to stroke languidly at his cock, which was already leaking pre cum.

Usually, you would’ve been more than happy to have a slow, lazy morning fuck, but this morning, you were shuffling beneath the sheets, cheeks heating up at the bemused look Lucius gave you. “Is that how it is, pet?” He purred, guiding your head lower down as your tongue flickered over his abdomen, kissing and sucking every inch of his porcelain flesh you could reach. “Does my Princess want a mouth full of cock, so early in the morning?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled, gesturing lazily with his hand before pushing his silvery hair behind his ear. “Well then... get to it,”

You did not need to be told twice. Licking your lips, you tugged on his boxers, moaning softly when his cock was released, the engorged organ almost slapping you in the face. Flicking your eyes up briefly, you caught sight of Lucius’ flushed chest already heaving; while your man had excellent self control the majority of the time, that went straight out of the window when he was on the receiving end of your oral affections.

Slowly, you began to suckle on the very tip of his cock, whining quietly at the heady, masculine taste. Lucius grunted lowly, and though you were hidden by the sheets, he knew you were smirking as you worked his cock further and further into your mouth. Scrabbling at the sheets, he managed to push them back over your head just as you swallowed him into your throat, flicking your wide eyes up to him. You would’ve looked innocent had it not been for your lips stretched taut around his thick cock.

“Ah... good girl... just like that,” he grunted, trying his hardest not to grab your head and fuck your throat. Not that you would’ve minded.

Whining, you began to bob your head with a practiced perfection, applying light suction every now and then as your fist closed around the inches of his cock that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. You were so full, and yet you wanted more. You wanted to feel the thick ropes of Lucius’s cum pour down your throat.

And judging by the pink that dusted his pale cheeks, the head of sweat that trickled down his temple, the tension in his thighs as he began rocking his hips up to you told you that you’d be getting your wish sooner rather than later. With a shuddering groan, he grasped onto your hair, holding you down as he bucked up, the tightening caused by your gagging tipping him over the edge as he spurted down your throat, groaning at the sight of your eyes rolling back and tears running down your cheeks.

When his grip loosened, you pulled off, spluttering slightly, licking your lips with your eyes locked on the breathless man in front of you. Lucius smirked and beckoned you closer, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into his side. “Here...” he murmured, swiping a stray bead of his come from your chin and offering it to you, barely suppressing a grunt as you wrapped your swollen lips around it to drink down the last drop of his release. “Good girl...” he said, tipping your chin up so he could begin kissing down your neck. “You know what happens to very good girls?” You shivered, eyes wide and blown with lust as his hands trailed between your thighs. “They get rewarded...”

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Hurts too good (Tavington x female reader smut)

So I told you I was planning a smutty little one-shot about our gorgeous Colonel Tavington? Here it is, I’m not sure if it’s what most of you expected, but this fantasy has been living in my head rent free for the past couple of days, so this is what you get, enjoy ;)

Also Tavington is a sadist, yes, and he’s a bit of a sadist in this too, but he knows what consent is ;)

The theme song of the fic is Hurts too good by Ruelle (hence the title, it was just, well, TOO GOOD not to use ;) )

Warnings: Smut, angry sex/make-up sex? who knows, swearing, mild violence, BDSM themes, D/s, spanking/whipping, knife play

Y/n was finally able to rest with a book on her chaise longue. That last mission cost her quite a lot of stress and determination and the men she was working with were not cooperating later on. She let out a sigh of frustration. Being a woman could be such an inconvinience at times. At least to them, it seemed.

It wasn’t long until Colonel Tavington stormed into her room without knocking, riding crop still in his hand. He was obviously furious about something. Y/n got up instantly, eyebrows furrowed at the rude interruption.

‘Colonel! What is this?’

Tavington scoffed. ‘I thought I have made myself rather clear when I told you not to meddle with my affairs!’

Y/n’s jaw dropped. ‘But what are you talking about? I did exactly what you’ve asked of me!’

Tavington approached her slowly, like a predator would approach his pray. ‘No, you did not, and you know it.’ His gaze was steel, just like was his voice.

Y/n threw her hands in the air and then put them on her hips, disgust written all over her face. Tavington was a great leader but she despised him. ‘Well, am I not to make any independent decissions in mission then? You know very well that…’

Tavington cut the distance between them short and suddenly she was pinned to the wall by his firm frame, his fist slammed into the wall inches from her face.

‘You are to obey my orders without a question, you foolish wench.’

Y/n gasped. That was enough. She looked him straight in the eye. ‘You know what, Tavington? Fuck you. You know very well that without my information you would be nowhere near where you are now in mission. You know it very well.’ - she almost spat the last words like an insult.

And then slapped him.

Tavington gasped. He touched his face and his eyes glinted dangerously for a moment. He quickly clasped both her wrists into his hand, the other one went into her hair, tugging forcefully to make Y/n look into his eyes.

‘You insolent, little…’

Y/n whimpered, her body was obviously betraying her. She felt heat building up in her core. Tavington’s eyes were unbereably blue, now darkening with desire, a delicious, sardonic smirk forming on his lips. His closeness was almost painful, and she could feel his hardness already growing. Their eyes met and then…

‘I see you like to play rough.’

Suddenly Tavington’s warm mouth was on hers, kissing her violently, passionately, and she responded with equal fervor. He maneuvered them towards her bed, pushing her down and not just undressing her, but tearing her dress down and trying to undress himself, Y/n trying to help (damn all those buttons!),  it was all a mess but finally they succeeded – and then his lips and hands were all over her, on her neck, her exposed breasts, devouring her hungrily. Y/n was dazed and breathless, but trying to pull him even closer to her, she needed him inside her so badly.

‘Tavington, for God’s sake, please – ‘

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her. People begged him for life all the time, he was used to it. But this – this was his favourite kind of begging.

‘Please what?’ – he wasn’t going to make it easy for Y/n.

‘Oh just fuck me, you bastard, will you?’

He simply chuckled and looked at her with fire in his eyes before entering her in one swift movement. Both let out sounds of relief and pleasure, and soon Tavington picked up a rough and quick pace, holding onto Y/n’s thigh so hard she was sure she’ll bruise later but she didn’t care. She dug her nails into his firm back, putting her legs around his hips, moaning loudly. Y/n was starting to feel her pleasure building up with each hard thrust, but then suddenly he started slowing down and she let out a moan of dissapoitment, quite involuntarily.

Y/n felt Tavington’s hot breath in her ear when he whispered: ‘Don’t think I’m already done with you. On all fours, now. And wait for me.’, then he bit her earlobe and pulled out of her.

Y/n was waiting, all aroused and excited. It was only a moment before he came back, finding in his scattered belongings what he was looking for. She did as he ordered, so she was back to him and couldn’t see what was his plan.

She felt his rough fingers caressing her back and she arched under his touch.

‘Beautiful’, he murmured, his voice coarse with desire. Then she felt something other, something thin and leathery with a wider flat end, being moved down from her right shoulder blade and towards her buttocks. She recognized his riding  crop. And then yet something else, cold hard metal, that made her shiver. A dagger. Tavington pulled her closer for a moment and said:

‘All I need from you now is one simple word.’

There was a moment of silence. Y/n should probably be afraid but she wasn’t, her judgement was clouded by desire.  Tavington wasn’t going to hurt her, at least not like that. So she gave him a shaky, barely audible  ‘Yes.’

‘Good.’

He pushed her down to her previous position, enjoying the view in front of him. She was beautiful when she was feisty and she was gorgeous obeying him like that. Tavington caressed her buttock softly before giving it a rather harsh whip with his crop. Y/n cried out and it was music to his ears. He gave her another whip and another before caressing the spot that was already bright red. Y/n’s breathing was heavy and her legs felt weak. She was soaking wet and awaiting impatiently for Tavington to fill her again. But this, oh, this – she wanted more.

Y/n felt his soft caress on her left buttock before he gave it the same treatment as the right one. The mixture of sounds – the riding crop against Y/n’s flesh and her moans – were enough to make Tavington crazy and he was inside her again that very moment. He entered her with a low grunt, his moves slow, deep and sensual this time, one of his hands caressing her breasts.

Y/n took him all in with a loud moan. He felt so good deep inside her she never wanted him to leave. But she wanted more of this sweet torture. She wanted him to hurt her, she realised.

‘Tavington – ‘

‘Yes?’

‘I want more. I want you to hurt me. Crop, dagger, I don’t care.’

‘Oh you don’t want me to hurt you, believe me.’

‘You know what I mean.’

‘Of course I know, my sweet hussy.’

Y/n whimpered when she heard him and felt him kiss her back, as he picked up the dagger while still inside her. She braced herself for the cold touch of metal on her body. Then she felt a sharp sensation between her shoulder blades which made her arch her back and shudder. Tavington stopped moving, still inside her, focusing on teasing and scratching her sensitive skin with the blade. It was enough to made the skin red but not enough to draw blood. He was experienced. He knew.

Soon whole her back was red from the scratches and Tavington decided it was enough. He moved his attention to her clit, circling it with his dexterous fingers and by Y/n’s moans he knew she was close. He smiled, caressing her scratched back and ordered her to lay down and face him.

She flinched a bit when she did, but her eyes were dark from desire as she was close to coming and that mixture of pain and rapture was what Tavington needed to see right now.

He entered her once more and his fingers focused again on her clit, more intensely this time, his eyes never leaving hers, her nails digging into his shoulder.

Parted lips.

Flushed cheeks.

Piercing blue eyes.

‘Oh – Oh, oh my god, William!’ – she came with a cry, clenching around him and that familiarity of his own name on her lips surprised him so, and it was so intoxicating he came right after, spilling deep inside her.

Breathing heavily, Tavington stayed in Y/n just for a moment longer before pulling out and rolling over beside her. They were as surprised as they were exhausted. Y/n looked at Tavington, a sculpture of a man, hair all disheveled out of his usual neat queue, sweat glistening on his broad torso, and thought him very beautiful in this state. When Tavington looked at Y/n, he thought she was exquisite. And when Y/n moved a lock of stray hair away from Tavington’s forehead and met his softer than usual glance, she though that maybe she doesn’t despise him that much.

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Colonel William Tavington sexually teasing you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him just giving you that look, clearly undressing you with his eyes and having no shame in walking over or by you to whisper to you about all the dirty things he wants to do to you

-Him pulling you into his lap as he holds meetings with his men, his free hand touching your thighs and waist, having no problem arousing you subtly in front of so many

-Him kissing your ear as he whispers to you, purposely distracting you from whatever has your attention before reminding you that you’re his and that he’ll be waiting for you to behave in bed

-Him cornering you and just sneaking his arms around your waist from behind during a party, slightly grinding against you and kissing your neck until you make enough noise for someone to notice before letting go of you to mess with you

-Him going right to finger you and feel your body as much as he can as you’d both share a horse carriage, reminding you how anyone passing by and the conductor can probably hear you if you get any louder

-Him purposely sneaking you into his camp and just kneeling to you, kissing up your legs and rambling on a out how he misses your taste just to mess with you and see how long it takes before you practically shove him to eat you out

-Him loving to see you jealous and having his fun being a little friendlier with any other woman, wanting you to put him in his place and show him you can be possessive of him as much as he is of you

-Him ordering you to his room and practically making you undress for him, taking in your body before asking you to touch yourself for him, wanting more of you

-Him taunting you and asking you to call him by his title, enjoying how you’d get flustered and would follow him as he’d add on that he wants you to say it louder while he touches you more and more

-Him finally giving in to you as you’d beg him to take you, loving the desperate moans and looks from you and picking you up as you’d want him to

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Colonel William Tavington being possessive of you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo William 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him not tolerating any of his men or worse the young settlers to speak to you so informally and make eyes at you, only to end up putting his foot down and reminding them that you’re married to him

-Him more than often insisting on riding on the same horse as him, making it seem like a romantic little act, only to keep quite a grip on your waist and practically parade you as his that way

-Him holding your hand tightly in his as you’d hold onto his arm during an event/dinner, wanting to make it clear that you’re not just his date for the night but you’re his wife

-Him purposely ripping off your dresses during sex and leaving you to wear his own dress shirts as you’d get up, enjoying to look at you being his that way and even more as his men would take notice as they’d meet up with him

-Him pulling you along whenever he’d see you purposely flirting with someone else, just to drag you into the nearest tent or room so he could remind you that you’re his, making you scream his name loud and proud

-Him gifting you countless of jewellery and new dresses, wanting you to be completely dressed up as his and let everyone else know how he takes good care of you

-Him always purposely exaggerating an injury just so you could only pay attention to him and hold him, loving especially to lament and bother you away from any of the other men you might be taking care of

-Him often whispering in your ear to kiss his cheek during an event, only to surprise you and turn around to claim your lips, enjoying to make everyone in the room jealous of your love for one another

-Him not shying away from marking your body with hickeys and his tight grip and even some spankings, getting off on the thought of people truly realizing how much you belonged to him

-Him simply pulling you into his lap and calmly explaining to you his behaviour is to prove to people that you’re his, emphasizing how much he hates to see any of them try their hands at taking you away

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I missed the “Snape welcomes careful drivers” sign… All I could think of was Severus waving politely.

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Scared?

Jason Voorhees x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: murder, potential murder, fear, being lost in the woods 

Author’s Note: Happy Friday the 13th to my love, Jason 🥰

Summary: You go out looking for Jason and one of his soon to be victims finds you first 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

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Objection | L.M.

Author’s Note: Good afternoon, just another installment from my AO3 account. Enjoy lovelies. Happy hump day! “Here she is,” the bride’s mother announced and stood up from her seat. Tears and pride filled the older woman. There was so much cause for celebration. Her only child was getting married. She had been waiting for this special day for a long time. Nothing could ruin this perfect day.

Lola walked into the room. The house elves held the bottom of her dress so the dress wouldn’t get dirty. Her closest female family members, maid of honor, and bridesmaids gasped at her appearance. The nervous woman started to feel shy. She made her way through the group. Several of them wished her good luck. Others told her how pretty she was.

The bride stared at herself in three full body-length mirrors. A small, fake smile was plastered on her face. Her long blonde hair was tied in a bun. Makeup caked her face. Her wedding dress a beautiful pearl colored dress. The dress hung to all her curves perfectly. This sleeveless dress was the same dress she always drew as a child.

“Everything is absolutely perfect,” her mother gushed and clapped her hands together. “My baby is so happy she can’t even speak,”

Lola smiled weakly in response. She wasn’t a happy bride, but a miserable one. The wedding was everything she wanted, but the man waiting for her at the end of the aisle was not.

One of her cousins looked at their watch. She announced to the group that the wedding was in five minutes and they needed to get to their places. Everyone filed out of the room except her maid of honor, Brittney. She assured the wedding party she’ll be right out. The door closed behind them.

The smaller witch crossed her arms over her chest. She stood by the bride.

“You aren’t happy,” Brittney spoke bluntly.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. Lola had trouble breathing and she wasn’t sure if it was the tension in the room or the corset.

“Of course I am happy. It is my wedding day. Every girl’s dream is today. Remember all the times we daydreamed about it as children?” She asked. Her mind allowing her to reminisce about their past.

“We have been friends since we were children. I can tell when you are lying. Just tell the truth, Lola,” she exasperated.

“What good would it do me? Yes, I want Lucius. When I walk through the chapel doors I wish it was him waiting for me down the aisle. I wish it was he and I that planned our wedding together. Happy?” Lola spoke angrily. Tears started to form in her eyes. A weak sob slipped past her lips.

“Lola, I-”

“There is nothing we can do. This isn’t a mistake at Hogwarts were we can try again tomorrow. This is it. I am going to be a Diggory,” she swallowed down another sob. “Lucius didn’t want me,”

“There has to be something we could do,” Brittney interjected. “Something to buy us time.”

“There is nothing. I just have to smile, walked down the aisle, and say I do,”

A knock on the door ceased all conversation between the two women. Lola called for the visitor to come in. One of the bridesmaids opened the door and poked her head in.

“The wedding is starting,”

Lola walked towards the door. Brittney sighed loudly in annoyance, yet followed her. One by one the bridal party left to take their appropriate places down the aisle. The bride waited impatiently for her turn. She stared at the bouquet of flowers. A mixture of different colors stared back at her. The green carnations mixed with the white roses reminded her of her days and nights at Malfoy Manor.

The traditional wedding song for a bride to walk down to started to play. The pianist worked his magic on the keys making them sound beautifully. Lola took the cue and walked down to the double doors of the church. The doors opened before her. The guests at her wedding gasped at her appearance. She was gorgeous.

While walking down the aisle, her soon to be husband came into view. He wore a simple tuxedo. His shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Amos removed his glasses and wiped away the tears from streaming down his face. A pang of guilt washed through her. Lola stood in her proper place.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to…,” The pastor started the wedding. Lola’s mind started to drift. Her thoughts swirling around Lucius. The white-blond wizard that stole her heart the moment she realized that boys weren’t as gross as she remembered.

All the stolen glaces in the hallways of Hogwarts.

The hot summer nights at Malfoy Manor.

“Lola,” Amos whispered between them. He was now facing the priest. The now embarrassed bride muttered an apology and faced the minister. He seemed annoyed at the lack of her paying attention yet kept it to himself.

“And do you, Miss Lola Thompson, take Amos Diggory to be your lawfully wedded husband until death do you part?” The minister asked. He was trying to wrap up the wedding early.

Lola opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her hope was fading that Lucius would come for her. All the moments they had together would remain in the back of her mind. She looked over her shoulder at the double doors.

“He isn’t coming. This is what he wanted,” her mind repeated.

“I-I,”

The double doors of the church bursted open. Some of the guests jumped in surprise while others yelled from the sudden noise. Amos and Lola turned to see the disruptor of their wedding.

A man with long white-blond hair walked in. He wore an all black suit and walked with confidence. Despite his confident stature, his face was contorted in sadness. The wizard appeared to have not slept in a while. Bags could easily been seen under his eyes despite their distance.

“Mister Malfoy, what are you doing at my daughter’s wedding?” Her mother asked. Her voice was practically screeching.

“I object,”

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Those Jason Isaacs gifs ...oh man. Let me say I am looking but not very respectfully! *All the lewd thoughts*

EXACTLY-

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Can I please have a Jason Isaacs gif orgy?

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS