Dont Mind Me Just Thinking About Riding Beefy Bucky For The First Time And Him Getting So Worked Up And

don’t mind me just thinking about riding beefy Bucky for the first time and him getting so worked up and overwhelmed by how good you feel and how stunning you look on top of his giant body

and only after you got off at least once on his face and then twice on top of him he plants his feet on the bed to thrust into you even deeper than you knew possible and he doesn’t show any signs of letting you off of him as he wraps his metal arm around your waist and brings his other arm to massage the skin of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer and filling you fully, ferociously thrusting up into you until you’re drooling and blubbering incoherently, fighting to keep your body up and your eyes open

only then he flips you over and rails you like you haven’t just made him cum more than he thought possible but not even a bit of painful sensitivity could keep him from this new pleasure and he just can’t seem to look away from your face— so beautiful and so wrecked just from using his face and cock— why wouldn’t he keep you like this forever ?

it only encourages him further— you’ve ruined him— he can’t feel or think of anything but you and how well you take him, how perfect your warm walls suck him in and desperately clench around him, begging him not to leave this perfect heaven— his perfect little bunny

kay bye

Snape: [dying] tell Joe, i loved her

Harry: who's Joe, professor?

Snape: Joe Mama

everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn’t save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :“) 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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another summer morning — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

prompt: a warm bed for  @kalimagik​ and @the-hufflefluffwriter​‘s “a very harry potter summer” !

a/n: school starts next week which is why i haven’t been posting as much but ahhh i hope you guys like this !! :D

Draco loves his wife.

He loves [Y/N], so he tolerates everything she does; her tendency to accidentally smack him in the face in her sleep, her sudden (deafening) singing outbursts at random intervals during the day that tend to have him jumping right out of his skin, how she constantly keeps bringing up the idea of adopting a ferret in tribute to Draco’s fourth year at Hogwarts, and, Well. This.

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“i like your ring” || d.m ✧˖*°࿐

summary: draco gives you his ring.

a/n: this tiktok send tweet

warnings: gn!reader, soft!draco ugh, just fluff

word count: 627

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Blurb Idea: Draco finds the first snitch he caugjt and gave you in second year and his just heart melts

a/n: ok this isn’t fic length or anything but it’s definitely not blurb length. i think it’s nice tho so here you go love

memory

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draco didn’t even remember what he’d been searching for in your drawer. his gaze had been set on a pile of old things that he knew had meaning to you. there were a few things from your childhood you’d told him about, a number of gifts or souvenirs from dating him, and other trinkets and knick-knacks.

what he hadn’t expected you to keep all these years later was his first attempt to woo you, his very first full-blown crush. you’d kept the first golden snitch that draco caught in a quidditch match and even kept it polished so that it was just as shiny as it was the day he gave it to you.

second year, his hair had been pooled in post-game sweat and he was parading around with a smug but toothy grin. draco had spotted you next to your friends and heart racing, ran over to you. he’d been hoping with enough will to near a prayer underneath that cocky demeanor that you’d seen the match. seen him.

a soft smile grazed his lips and he ran his thumb over the snitch, as if rubbing away dirt though there was none. something about you could always fill draco with that same rush of enamour when he was stealing glances at you during class. even now, having called you his for years now, draco had a frenzy of butterflies thinking of your lovely y/n smile.

you’d sent a huge blow to draco’s ego, being the last of your friends to look up and congratulate him. the sound of your voice made his nerves jump and he thanked you, lining his words with an unmistakably malfoy tone. of course he’d won, he’s draco malfoy. the amusement in your smirk and locked eyes had him whipped ─ draco was done for the second he’d met you and you reminded him of that everyday without fail.

the day remained crystal clear in draco’s mind. how could he forget it? his boyish love for you had never truly gone away, even when you’d started dating. not with the first kiss, not with the first i love you. no matter what, you could just breathe and draco was wrapped around your finger, in utter love with you.

“so are you just going to stand there or was there a reason slytherin’s best player strutted over here?” you cocked an eyebrow and draco as an innocent child, assumed this must be love. so young, but his feelings for you were always certain. smirking and steadying his trembling hand, draco pulled out the snitch and held it in his hand. draco wanted you to have it, to the immediate jealousy of every other surrounding girl.

draco wondered if you still held it in your hand. do you still look at it fondly and feel that day all over again? it couldn’t only be draco, not with how madly in love the two of you were. he could go hold your hand now, for you were just in the other room, but the memory wasn’t over and he knew what came next.

“i heard you’re supposed to give the first snitch you catch to the prettiest girl you know,” he announced, nowhere near as confident as he sounded. you’d adorably bitten your lip and heat had risen to the apples of your cheeks. you took it, fingertips brushing over his pale ones in the short process. “no wonder you’re giving it to me then," you smirked before softening. “thank you.”

that was you. it always had been and draco believed it always would be. banter and quick wits for days but the delicacy of an angel. draco remembered the innocent kiss of a child and all the less than innocent but effortlessly ethereal ones that came later on in your lives. fondly, draco smiled. if only he knew as a boy just how much of that perfection you had to offer and would one day, for some reason only the gods knew, bestow upon him.

just before hurrying off with those giggly friends of yours who were already whispering about you two, you planted a quick kiss to draco’s cheek and sent him straight to what he thought must be heaven. the pomegranate blush that rushed to paint his skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “i’ll see you later, draco.” you’d waved and turned, leaving draco with ecstatic nausea at his name on your lips.

and just like he’d done at twelve years old, draco’s fingers raised and lightly touched the skin your soft lips had met, ghosting over the memory. putting the snitch down, he sighed contently and ever so happy with what had become of that school boy crush. now he’d go and kiss you a thousand times, with tenfolds of love ─ for the boy in the memory. for the boy who gave his very first golden snitch to the girl he liked.

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