Mother Of Mine

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Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.

my favorite movie forever🤍

Matilda (1996) dir. Danny Devito

same mate

Welp, here's another fictional character im gonna crush on for the next few centuries.

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Acceptance

George Weasley X Malfoy!Reader

Summary: After dating George for a few months, you finally tell your parents about your relationship. Their reaction is even worse than expected.

You and George had been dating for months already, having been friends for even longer. So you both agreed you would both finally tell your parents about your relationship so you could convince them to let you spend the last few weeks of summer together.

You decided to tell them only a few days after you got home, knowing it would take a lot of time for them to accept it and even longer to convince them to let you go to the burrow.

“Mother, father, I need to tell you something.” You said fumbling with your hands nervously. Now, why were you so nervous? They were your parents they should be happy you found someone who cares about you, someone who always tries their hardest to make you laugh and smile, right? Well perhaps they would be if that someone was good enough according to their standards. George Weasley, however? Definitely not worth a Malfoy’s attention.

“Of course, sweetheart, take a seat.” Your mother smiled gesturing towards the chair next to hers while your father simply raised an eyebrow from his chair across the desk.

“I’m… I’m seeing someone. I have been for a few months.” Sensing your nervousness Narcissa took your hand in hers. Your father just kept looking at you coldly sensing he wouldn’t approve of your choice. As usual.

“Who is he?” Narcissa spoke after seeing you couldn’t really find the words to explain it by yourself.

“George Weasley.” You said looking at your father trying to read his expression. The silence that followed your statement was deafening. And when it was finally broken you wished it hadn’t been.

Your father laughed. You couldn’t see if it was because he was surprised and you couldn’t find anything that made the situation funny.

“Y/N I have put up with your nonsense for years. I didn’t do anything when you were  little and decided to befriend the house elves. I looked the other way when you were  seven and decided to learn more about muggles. I even welcomed you home after you went and got sorted into Gryffindor. But this? I will not have a member of this family consorting with blood traitors. This, I cannot accept.” You were astonished. Didn’t do anything? Looked the other way? Welcomed you home? In every single one of those situations you had been yelled at and grounded for weeks. If Lucius thought that was acceptance what was he planning on doing now?

“What do you want me to tell you? I like him. He makes me feel accepted and loved in a way that no one has ever done.”

“You will put an end to this right now. You will not see that boy again. Do you understand me?” Your father raised his voice standing up and slamming his hands on the desk.

“No. I won’t do that.” You said firmly trying to hide your nervousness.

“Y/N, you are my daughter, you will do as I tell you!” You could see your father’s anger was rising to a level that even you had not experienced, but you couldn’t back down. Not on this.

“I won’t leave him.”

“You either do as you’re told or you can walk out of this house and never come back.”

“Lucius, you can’t be serious.” Your mother finally intervened, getting up to calm your father, but he just pulled away from her. Meanwhile, your eyes were filling with tears.

“I have had enough of this Narcissa. This crosses the line. No daughter of mine is allowed to associate with such filth. So you either end this or you’re no longer a part of this family.” Your father looked you in the eye and the amount of hate and disgust present in his look was something you never thought you would experience.

“I… I guess I’ll be going then.” You knew you couldn’t stay after this. Even if you agreed to end the relationship you knew you would still be punished. And with the way your father was looking at you, you were scared of what he might do. He had never laid a hand on you, but seeing the look in his eyes you weren’t sure he wouldn’t. Not to mention that you could never leave George. He was the only one who made you feel loved. He was the only person who truly accepted you. After knowing what that felt like, you couldn’t just walk away from it.

You got up on shaky legs, allowing the tears to escape your eyes freely. You were just about to open the doors of your father’s office when you heard him.

“You have an hour to leave this house. If you’re still here after that time you will regret it.” You nodded and left his office. As you were walking away you could faintly hear your mother pleading with your father, but you knew he wouldn’t change his mind.

When you got to your room, you immediately started packing your things. Your vision was blurry from your tears and you were feeling light-headed but there was no time to spare. You weren’t willing to test your father on his promise.

“I heard about what happened. Are you really leaving?” You were startled by Draco’s presence in the room. In the middle of all your frantic movements and the chaos in your mind, you hadn’t even noticed him coming in.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You could just forget about the weasel.” This is where things always went wrong with your brother. You cared about each other deeply but he shared your father’s views while you did not. That seemed to be the starting point of all your arguments.

“I’m not having this discussion with you Draco, I have less than an hour to leave.” You looked at the letter in your dresser signed with George’s name. It had arrived earlier that afternoon, and you had decided to read it after talking to your father so you’d have something to encourage you. You picked up the letter and put it in your bag carefully to read later. When you looked up you saw Draco holding out a small pouch towards you.

“What’s that?”

“Money. It’s all I could find laying around the house so quickly.”

“I don’t need money, I have the key to my Gringott’s vault.” You explained and proceeded to open your dresser and shove all your clothes into your suitcase. Thankfully it was still charmed from your last trip abroad, so you’d be able to fit anything you wanted in it.

“You’re not over age yet, father has access to that vault.” Draco pointed out, still waiting for you to take the pouch.

“You don’t think he would leave me with nothing.” You said uncertainly, finally accepting the money.

“I didn’t think he would disown you either.” Draco said, moving to take your books off your shelves and helping you pack them. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not sure. Do you think Uncle Severus would take me in?” Spending your summer in a tiny apartment definitely wasn’t your first choice but Severus was your godfather and you did enjoy spending some time with him. You two had a strange bond, you being the only teenager he actually liked being around, but still, you weren’t sure he’d want you invading his personal space for the entire summer.

“He wouldn’t turn you away, but I don’t think he’d be too happy about it.”

“I’ll probably end up at the Leaky Cauldron or something.” You looked around your room finding the walls bare of all your books, photos and decorations. Somewhere in between packing and talking to your brother you had eventually stopped crying and were now feeling calmer. “I think that’s everything.”

“If you forgot something you can always write to me and I’ll try to send it.”

“That’s if father doesn’t burn the room as soon as I leave.” You smiled only half joking. You pulled your little brother into your arms and squeezed him tightly. “I probably won’t see you again until we’re back at Hogwarts.”

At that thought tears came back to your eyes. What was surprising was that the same was happening to Draco.

“Promise you’ll write to me. I want to know you’re okay.”

“I promise. I should leave now. I don’t know how much time I have left.” You grabbed your things and went downstairs. You found both your parents waiting for you in the living room besides the fire place, only one of them showing any signs of sadness.

Your mother hugged you before giving you the jar with the floo powder. You looked at your father expecting him to at least say goodbye but were met with nothing but silence. The only possible sign of uncertainty was his fingers fumbling with the top of his cane. Looking down you grabbed the powder, dropping it in the fireplace saying clearly “Diagon Alley.”

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A goddess

Summary: Mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!Romanoff!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha

Word count: 1328

a/n: thank you for the request! I loved writing this :) repost, tags didn’t work

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Request: can you please do a Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader? Where Kate doesn't know who Reader is because she's only seen her once, so she tries to describe Reader to Clint. Then Natasha comes over and Clint is like "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter" and a little bit of mother bear!Natasha? 🥺🥺🥺 thank you, i really love your work

”Hey, Clint.” Kate walks into the common room where Clint is watching the television. “Can you help me with something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“So, I have a crush on this girl.” Kate starts as she sits down next to Clint, letting out a sigh with a dreamy look on her face. “She is the most beautiful girl ever. Her face was like a damn painting, even though I only saw a glimpse of it, her body looked like it belonged to a goddess I should worship and my god...her ass looked great in the skirt she was wearing.” She leans against the couch, smiling at the short memory of the girl walking past her and smiling at her. “I thought I was gonna pass out when she looked at me.”

“I didn’t need to hear that.” Clint grumbles. “And that description told me absolutely nothing.”

“She was here two days ago. She was wearing a blue skirt and a white top. Her Y/H/C hair was in a braid.” Clint’s face turns into a knowing one. “Do you know her?” Kate sits straighter when she sees the look on his face.

“Oh, I know her.”

“Know who?” Natasha walks into the common room, holding a book in her hand.

Clint turns to look at her with a smirk. "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter.” Kate’s face falls and her eyes widen. “You said you wanted to worship her body, right? And what did you say about her behind?”

“What?” Natasha furrows her brows as she stares at very panicky looking Kate.

“I-“ Kate looks between the two older adults. “Natasha’s daughter?” She whispers.

“Yeah. Her name is Y/N. She was visiting Natasha two days ago.” He turns to Natasha, loving the situation. “What do you think, Nat? Should we give Kate your daughter’s number so she can do some body worshiping?”

“Absolutely not.” Natasha crosses her arms over her chest. Her glare makes Kate shrink in her seat. If she knew the unknown beauty was Natasha’s daughter she would’ve never brought it up. “I’m going to ban her from ever coming back here.” She mumbles to herself, shaking her head before walking to her room.

Clint chuckles, taking out his phone. “Here. Her number.” He shows the contact to Kate.

“Are you sure? Won’t Natasha be mad?” Kate glances at the way Natasha went to, making sure she isn’t somewhere there lurking around.

“Yes.” Clint shrugs. “But I’m her godfather, I can give her number to you. She’ll be happy.”

Kate stares at the number. “Okay.” She takes out her own phone to write it down. “You won’t tell Natasha?”

“I won’t, but when she finds out I’m not going to protect.”

“Right.” She mumbles, pressing the number to text her. “Guess I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t find out.”

After two weeks of nonstop talking and few dates, Y/N and Kate finally hanging out at the tower together as Natasha left to a three day mission yesterday. The other Avengers promised not to say anything as long as Natasha didn’t start threatening them.

They aren’t dating just yet, but they do share occasional kisses and touches between each other. Like right now, they are sitting on the common room’s couch, watching a movies together while cuddling under a blanket. Kate is holding Y/N in her arms, rubbing her side with her thumb.

“You know, I’m glad I decided to text you.” Kate mumbles.

“You almost didn’t?” Y/N turns around to see her, now sitting on her lap. Kate shakes her head, gripping onto her waist. “How come?”

“Your mom.” She scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer.

Y/N giggles. “She can be a little overprotective, sure, but she means well. The whole process of getting me was very hard on the both of us and she just wants to make sure I’m safe.”

“I’m pretty sure she wanted to murder me.”

Y/N frowns. Her mother doesn’t know about them. She starts smirking. “Are you the reason I’m not allowed to come here without her supervision anymore?” Kate’s eyes widen as her whole face turns red. “You are!” She laughs. “What did you say? My mom said you said some disgustingly inappropriate things.”

“I- well..” Kate stammers, looking anywhere else but her. “I complimented you.” Y/N’s brow raises. It’s scary how much she looks like Natasha when doing that. “I said you ass looked great in your skirt and I wish I could worship your body.” She mumbles quietly. Y/N’s face feels warm. She looks down with a small smile. Now it’s Kate’s turn to smirk. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t complain.” Y/N mutters, playing with the shorter hairs in Kate’s neck.

Kate’s hands slide under her shirt, going up and down her bare skin. “Good to know.” Whispering, she starts nipping the skin of her neck, leaving little love marks there. Y/N moves her hair deeper into Kate’s hair, pushing her face closer.

“Y/N?” A voice stops them from going any further. Y/N scrambles off of Kate’s lap and the other girl turns her head around in panic. “Kate?” Natasha stares at the two with a very clear glare on her face. “What are you two doing?” She asks even though it’s very clear.

“Nothing.” They state at the same time.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay home, Y/N?”

“Well...you weren’t supposed to be home yet.” Y/N mumbles, rubbing her hands together.

“That’s your reasoning? I wasn’t supposed to come home yet?” Her pointed look moves to Kate. “And what are you doing with my daughter? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you seeing her.”

“Mom.” Y/N walks closer to her before Kate can answer. “If it came to you nobody could see me. You’d wrap me up in bubble wrap and never let me leave.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

“I like Kate, mom.” Y/N lets out an annoyed sigh. “Wouldn’t you rather I was with someone who is an Avenger rather than someone you don’t know?”

Natasha stays quiet as her gaze moves between the two. Kate stands up, still staying on her spot so she wouldn’t anger the older woman. “I’m sorry, Ms Romanoff. We know we should’ve told you, but we were scared.” Y/N nods. “I really do like Y/N and I wish I could keep seeing her. With your permission.” She adds quickly.

“She won’t take me away from you, mom.” Y/N gives her a small smile.

Natasha sighs. Rolling her eyes she walks up to Y/N to pull her into a tight hug. Y/N giggles and wraps her arms around her while Natasha kisses the top of her head. “If I have to see you two without your clothes on even one time, I’m kicking you both out.” She grumbles. She isn’t actually that mad or annoyed, she just wishes her daughter would be her little girl forever. “And if even one hair is out of her head I’m going to hunt you down. Do you understand, Kate?”

“Yes!” Kate nods rapidly. “I understand.”

“Good.” Natasha pulls away, holding her hands on Y/N’s cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“We’ll talk later about the whole disobeying my rules part.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods either way. “Yes, mom.” Natasha grins, giving one more kiss to her cheek before walking away. “See?” Y/N turns to Kate. “She isn’t that bad.”

Kate giggles quietly, still fearing Natasha will rip her head off if she is too loud. “I guess.” She wraps her arms around Y/N’s waist and kisses her. “You wanna continue in my room?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

LMFAOOOOOOOO TRI GUYSSS

*angrily clicks like button*

holy fuck

tan x reader heavy heavy smut maybe pwp 🤷🏻‍♀️

theyre on a stake out in a hotel room and she's about to go out to do something and she's wearing a really sexy outfit and he gets turned on and yeah

PLSSS 🙏🙏🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Yeah totally! I’m going through a very rough dry spell rn so I can basically only work in requests!! So keep sending them in. So sorry it took this long!!

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Seduction

Pairing: fem!reader x Tangerine.

Synopsis: You’re about to go out and do your job and gather information when your boyfriend stops you from going out, too turned on for you to leave.

Warning: smut.

The hotel room was dark, only lit by the caresses of the moonlight slipping through the large windows. You were in the bathroom, naked, applying some makeup on your already beautiful face. Your eyes were wide, the mascara wand twirling on your eyelashes. The dress you were supposed to wear was hanging on the door, waiting. You had to go seduce an important politician, getting some information out of him. The plan was that you’d bring the him up to your room, and Tangerine would be waiting in the wardrobe, jumping out, and would press a gun to the man’s forehead.

You placed the mascara wand down, glancing at yourself in the glimmering mirror. You puckered your lips, adding a coat of red lipsticks to finish the look. You turned to your dress, slipping it off the hanger easily. It was black, tight, and had a thigh slight, which was dangerously close to revealing your crotch area, making it impossible to wear any type of panties with this type of dress. The dress was also too tight to wear any bras either, so you just slipped the flimsily piece of expensive cloth on, adjusting your hair before stepping out of the bathroom, leaving a haze of perfume behind you.

“Alright, all ready.” You chirped, walking to your suitcase, grabbing your heels from the plastic bag you had wrapped them in. Tangerine was sitting down on the bed, his muscular thighs spread in his blue dress pants. His long, tattooed fingers were holding a paperback delicately in his hands, the rings glinting in the sunset.

The minute your lilting voice reached his ears, he looked up from the pages, tearing himself away from the world in his head. His eyes widened when they landed on your figure, standing at the foot of his bed. You didn’t notice, busy checking your phone, newly acquired heels dangling in your hand.

“You look gorgeous, love.” You heard him say, his British accent familiar to your ears. “It’s taking all my self control not to come there and rip it off,” he whispered, standing up and gliding towards you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You grinned, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know, baby. But after we get rid of the man, you can do anything to me.” You whispered, standing up, and gently grazing his ear with your red lips. He shivered, closing his eyes, and plopping back down where you had been a second before. You walked to the chair in front of him, aware Tangerine’s eyes were glued to your ass as you swayed past him. You didn’t mind, your heart fluttering.

You grabbed your heels, starting to slip them on. To aid yourself in putting on the torture traps fashion called shoes, you spread your legs, lifting them to close the clasp that danced mockingly around your ankles. The already short hem of the dress had slid down against your waist, revealing your bare center to Tangerine.

The moment he realized what he was looking at, all the thoughts he had in his mind vanished, the blood rushing to his cock, hardening it in his dress pants, leaving little to the imagination. The idea that you were going out to seduce another man before Tangerine himself, your boyfriend, could get a taste of you, was making him furious. His skin started to become warm, and his breaths became shallow. Tangerine threw the book on the bed, hearing it bounce a few inches away. He stood up, licking his lips and adjusting his vest, walking towards you.

You barely took notice, too concentrated on your shoe clasp, which wouldn’t close, slipping through your fingers like water. It was infuriating. Just as you were about to close it, making you finally ready to go, Tangerine lifted your leg, throwing it over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of you. The clasp jolted away, and the shoe almost slipped off. “Tangerine? What are you doing-”, your sentence was stopped when you felt the familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth against your core, his tongue darting inside of you.

You hadn’t been aroused before, but the sudden entrance of his skillful tongue made you moan out loud, throwing your head back against the wall, his mustache grazing your sensitive skin. Tangerine lifted your other leg, gripping your thighs, eating you out like a madman. Your arousal soon started coursing through your body, your nipples hardening, as well as your clit peeking out between the folds. “Tan…what-what are you doing I need to go,” you stammered in between moans, grinding against his tongue, your hand tightening around the arm rest.

“You’re not going out of here until my cum is dripping down your leg.”Tangerine murmured against your lower lips, the vibration making you see stars twinkling in your vision. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, love. I can’t let you go out like that. Your mine, and I want that bloody politician to fucking know,” he hissed, his long fingers replacing his mouth as he talked, not wanting to leave you high and dry.

You barely heard him, the pleasure starting to wash over you like a tsunami. Your stomach started to coil, tightening in all the right places, making you clench tightly around his long fingers. Tangerine had made you scream and arch your back as you orgasmed so many times he could tell you were close, a proud glint dancing in his eyes. To give you the extra push you needed, he dived back in, adding his tongue to his dancing fingers. You had started wiggling so much, your heels had clattered to the floor, leaving a dent in the moquette, and the thin shoulder straps of the your dress tumbled down your arms, revealing your quivering breasts.

Tangerine reached one ringed hand to grope them, waiting for you to tip over the edge. He could tell by the way your tongue slipped out of your mouth, and your unsteady breath pattern that you were about to orgasm. You looked gorgeous, just as you always did, but pride roared in his chest, knowing he was the only one that make you look like this.

The pleasure was starting to cloud your vision, and your hand blindly tried gripping onto the wall, before you decided to drop it down into Tangerine’s curls, tugging. He grunted quietly, a wet patch starting to form on his pants. “Tan! Tan! I’m…coming,” you panted. Tangerine spread your legs, pressing your clit with his index finger. The coolness of his rings contrasted with the heat of your sweating skin.

“Let go,” he whispered, and not even a second later, your juices gushed out of you, coating his mustache. He licked his lips, tasting you. Tangerine stood up, letting you relax for a second, deciding to observe you instead. Your hair was messy, your makeup ruined; the mascara ran down your cheeks like black tears, and your lipstick was long gone. Your breasts were exposed, the nipples hardened. Your legs were spread as much as they possibly could, hanging over the armrests of the chair, giving him a perfect view of your swollen, leaking center, which still now trickled droplets of your arousal on the soaked leather of the chair. He grinned proudly, knowing he was the only one allowed on this earth to watch you come undone as prettily as you did. He had seen you like this so many times, and yet, he could never get enough.

Without hesitating, Tangerine unbuckled his belt. The soft sound echoed in the room. He quickly kicked off his dress pants, his boxers flying away with them. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers were quick, missing a few buttons. He grunted in frustration, ripping his shirt open, the unopened buttons flying to the floor. You stared at him, unable to move, eyes focused on his abs. His cock sprang out, already hard. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching to feel him.

Tangerine leaned down, aligning himself with your hips, before slipping inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. You cried his name out in pleasure, tears of pure satisfaction mingling with your mascara. “Your mine,” Tangerine whispered in your ear, nibbling on your sensitive lobe.

The words were a caress to your lust-ridden mind, and you nodded urgently, grinding your hips against his. “Always! Forever!” You cried, leaning down to lock your lips together.

The kiss was passionate, furious, sloppy. His lips were swollen, and you could taste yourself on them. Saliva started dripping out, a few droplets coating your breasts. His tongue was shoved down your throat, while yours was caressing his mouth. He stopped moving his hips for a second, wanting to enjoy the kiss. Tangerine’s large hands grasped the swell of your hips, your smaller ones were holding the nape of his neck, your thumb rubbing large circles on his skin.

Desperate for more, Tangerine tried getting closer to you, even though it was physically impossible. He thrusted deeper inside you, hitting your g spot. The pleasure made you moan in your boyfriend’s mouth, detaching your lips. A string of saliva connected the two of you. Tangerine smirked, his hair disheveled, his eyes blown wide with lust.

He held you tighter on the hips, starting to thrust in and out of you quickly, the chair shaking underneath you. You threw your head back, and Tangerine took the opportunity to pepper kisses on your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. He loved it, and it made his cock twitch inside you.

You whimpered quietly, hand traveling down in between your bodies, pressing your swollen clit. Tangerine’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his hair sticking to it. He quickly shooed your hand away from your core, replacing it with one of his large thumbs, pressing down on your swollen bud of nerves.

You screamed, literally screamed, hands gliding down his back, leaving red, angry marks. “Yes, make it loud and clear for everyone in this fucking hotel that your screams are only for me,” Tangerine groaned, feeling that his own climax was caressing his back, approaching swiftly. “You close, babygirl?” He croaked, holding your flushed skin against his, feeling your breasts bouncing against his chest.

You nodded, not even trusting yourself to respond. Tangerine thought you would need a few more thrusts to get there, but the next time he sunk deep inside you, without warning, you wrapped around him tightly, clenching around his cock, screaming his name and orgasmed. It had been so sudden, Tangerine felt his orgasm be yanked out of him, and he fell against your neck, whimpering your name like a prayer, as he started pumping his seed deep inside you.

You inhaled deeply, encouraging him to finish, caressing his back, feeling the ridges your nails had created. After a few moments, Tangerine was spent, and went flaccid inside you, yet he didn’t pull out, looking up to gaze at you, caressing your make up-smudged cheek. “My gorgeous (Y/N).”

The words elicited a quiet laugh from your swollen lips. “Please, I look like I’ve been run over by six cars.”

Tangerine chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it looks like you were fucked good, which you were.” You slapped his chest, laughing.

The two of you basked in the sex afterglow for a few more seconds, before you needed to go get ready all over again. You couldn’t even walk properly and needed Tangerine to help you reach the bathroom which was literally five steps away.

•

After another thirty minutes, you looked just as you had before. You sprayed perfume on yourself again, glancing at the mirror. “How do I look?” You asked, turning to face Tangerine, who was sitting on the toilet, cleaning his gun, only wearing his pants. He smirked appreciatively, placing the weapon on the sink, and slapping your ass.

“You look so fucking sexy, my love,” he leaned down to kiss you, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“Nope! No! If you kiss me, we’re fucking all over again.” You grabbed the purse from the floor, opening the bathroom door. “I’m going, Tan. I’ll text you when we’re coming back.”

Tangerine smiled at you, sending you a flying kiss. You sent one back, heading out the door and into the hallway. Tangerine leaned against he doorframe, watching you walk away. As he let his eyes glide to your ass, and to your legs, he noticed one, single bead of his cum sliding down the back of your exposed thighs. Tangerine grinned, licking his lips.

Oh, this would be a fun night.

yes.

hiii, i think your requets are open so i would like to request a fic after hogwarts where draco and (reader) are married and maybe have a child, and draco is a professor at hogwarts. He sees his students and maybe he wants to feel young so he fucks one of his students (of legal age) and his wife finds out :(

Betrayal.

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draco malfoy x reader | angst | JUST ANGST |

a/n : this is my first time writing angst and this is what i get for my first time?! but ok i’ll try and thank you for requesting! <3 (i’ll change the concept a lil bit)

the sudden regret washed over his body as she left his room, he doesnt even know why he kept doing this. but one thing for sure, he was addicted, she’s like a drug. the adrenaline rushed through his blood making him keep going back to her.

draco knew this was wrong in any way, his beloved wife or once he loved was waiting for him to come home, to be back in her arms, but he did this to her instead. what she doesnt knew wont hurt their marriage, right?

he sighed, cleaning his desk and going back to his work, his mind wandered to his wife, he hadnt wrote to her since last week, he was too busy. he pulls his drawer and grabs a quill and a parchment.

Dear Y/n,

Hello, my love. How was your week? I’m sorry I havent write to you, the work keeping me busy. How is our little boy? Please reply this letter as soon as you received it. I miss you and Scorpius. I’ll be home soon.

Love,

Draco.

draco gives the letter to his owl, he walked in to his private bedroom, locking it and throwing himself on the bed slowly closing his eyes. y/n, please forgive me.

he woke up and found the girl he has been sleeping with. straddling his hips and sit on top of him, naked. he shoots her a smile, pulling her for a kiss which she gladly returns.

“what are you doing here, sarah?” draco asked as his hands roaming around her body making her giggle.

“i feel lonely, professor.” sarah gives him a wink and starts to undressing him, she grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her making both of them moaning out loud.

sarah starts to bouncing up and down while draco meeting her move, thrusting upwards. they were having their moment, moans filling their room until the door of his room bursted open.

“draco?”

the forbidden couple stilled at the voice, draco quickly pushes sarah off of him and his heart dropped to his stomach as he sees who was interrupting their ungodly activities.

“y- y/n?! love please i can exp-” the door slamming shut making a loud thump, draco who was already pale quickly getting his clothes back running to get his wife hoping she hasnt left yet.

“y/n please listen to me!” draco yanked her wrist making her body turned around to face him, he was about to pull her in his arms but y/n shoved him away off of her.

“i’ll send divorce files as soon as possible” she turns back leaving him who already had tears running down his face.

“no! y/n!”

draco wake up panting heavily, sweats running through his forehead, he looked around and found no one, no sarah. he inhaled deeply as he realized he was just dreaming. the sun shines bright blinding his eyes forcing him to get up from his bed.

>>>>>

there she is, sitting with her legs open, for him. sarah shot him a wink at his flushed face making him gulped. he turns his body back to the board, focusing his attention on teaching his students, like he was supposed to.

draco was sitting on his chair, working through his assignments when suddenly he hears an impatient knock on his door.

“come in.” the door opened revealing the younger girl, her shirt unbuttoned enough to show him her cleavage, her skirt is on its usual short, she swayed her hips as she approaching her lover.

“hey, do you need something, baby?” draco asked as his eyes traveling down her body, the desires to have her right here coming back to him.

“oh nothing, i just needed my favorite professor..” sarah chuckles grabbing his hand to make him stand up, she runs her hands on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt making draco shuddered.

“not now, sarah” draco looked up to the clock at his wall, his eyes now full of lust as he sees sarah taking off her shirt showing him her breasts, she doesnt even bothered to wear a bra.

he pushed sarah against the wall, his hand and his mouth latching onto her breasts, she moaned his name making he snapped back into reality.

the dream from last night replaying inside his head.

he quickly pulled himself away from her making her confused.

“hey, whats wrong?” sarah asked as she runs her fingers through his hair bringing him closer to her catching his lips.

“i’m sorry sarah i cant do this anymore” draco tried to pull away but her hands werent letting him go.

“you’re talking nonsense, draco” sarah starts to grinding on his, getting him hard, draco moaned instantly at the friction, he couldnt thinking straight anymore.

one last time, then its over, truly over. draco thought to himself as he unbuckled his trousers letting it hit the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulling off her panties, he pushed all of his length into her, his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

draco rocked in and out of her, her body bouncing against the wall making him quickening his pace, snapping harder into her. they both were so lost in pleasure that they didnt hear the door being opened and a loud gasps coming behind them.

“draco?”. “daddy!”

their shocked voices ringing in draco’s ears as he came to a full stop, panicked showing on his face as he turned around and redressing himself.

he looks at y/n carrying their son on her hips, her hand covering his eyes. she held a look of mixed emotions in her face. draco was hoping this will not be the last time he would ever see them.

“y/n..” his voice broke as they left the room, tears streaming down y/n’s face. he runs immediately to them, pleading and begging y/n to stop her steps and listen to him, tears running down his face as he forced y/n to stop.

“please.. forgive me i promise i didnt love her, it means nothing to me, i swear..” draco dropped to his knees, holding her leg to prevent her from leaving him, he looked up to y/n who now held nothing in her face. he sobbed harder as his kid looking down at him in confusion.

“i hope it was worth it draco, thank you for all these years.” draco shakes her head crying uncontrollably as her legs kicking him off of her and in a second she and scorpius apparated.

draco gathered all of his stuff as fast as he could, telling mcgonagall that he quited. he doesnt care about sarah, he doesnt care about anything anymore at this point all he wanted was to come home hoping his wife and his child still waiting for him at the front door.

then the reality hit him in the face, he found their house empty, no sign of y/n no sign of scorpius running over the house, nothing. he dropped his body on the couch, his tears were dried, his head is dizzy, he cant help but take a look of their family picture hanging on the wall.

“fuck this!” draco smashed the picture to the ground but quickly picking it up again, he stared blankly at the picture as tears coming back to his face, his hands are shaking.

days by days passed, y/n showed no sign of coming back, draco was alone in their manor having no spirit to continued his life. he already sent his wife a letter per days to tell her and beg her to come home.

draco was sipping his tea in the kitchen when he heard rustling coming from the window, an owl approaching him and giving him envelope.

he opens the cover and he wished he didnt open it. it was a divorce paper along with a small note on top of it.

“i’ll keep you updated on scorpius.”

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this was shitty af i’m sorry i tried but i’m too stupid for this thing 😖💔

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i dont like draco but this was so cute

Secret's Out | Draco x Reader

A/N: To be honest, I don't love this, but it's my first time writing Professor Draco, so you're going to have to prepare yourself for better future content. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Your students urge you to tell them the truth about you and Draco's relationship.

Warnings/content: Fem!Reader, Husband!Draco, fluffy, Mom!Reader, Dad!Draco, Pregnant!Reader, Professor!Draco, Professor!Reader

Word count: 1.54k words

THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

"And that's about it for today's class, guys. Make sure you do the reading from pages 200-210 in your Advanced Potion Making textbook. It'll help you for the next class." You said, quickly dismissing your students. You'd hoped they'd leave soon and wouldn't question the ordeal that happened at the beginning of class. But of course, teenagers must speak their minds.

"Professor Y/L/N?" One of your favorite student's hand shot up, which prompted everyone to stop moving and focus on you.

"Yes, Mr. Diggory?" You sighed, immediately knowing what he would ask.

"Um, a-are you and Professor Malfoy..."

"Great co-workers? You bet! Class dismissed." You nodded, pointing at the door sweetly.

You knew this would happen at some point. Draco had come into your classroom to "drop off some papers," but you teaching different subjects made it evident to you that he just wanted your attention.

"Well, hello, Mrs. Malfoy!" Draco said, sneaking up behind you to pull you to his chest.

"Hi, Mr. Malfoy." You relax, letting his arms hoist your body up. Being a professor was exhausting, but you loved it. No matter how many times Draco offered for you to stop working, claiming that his wealth would take care of you and many other generations, you always refused. Besides, it was nice to be with him all the time. The lunches and free periods you spent together were your favorites, and when your son Scorpius had a free period, too, it was all the better.

You thought it would be distracting if people knew you and Draco were dating and always preferred to keep your relationship private, anyways. You didn't go out of your way to convince people Scorpius wasn't your son, though. Instead, you and Draco gave him all the affection and then some behind closed doors. You even snuck him into your room in the castle when he wanted to cuddle at night. Being the Head of House for Slytherin, Draco could essentially pull his son in and out of class whenever Scorpius wanted. Despite him being fifteen, he would always be a mommy's boy and clung to you at all times to prove it.

"Just came to drop off some papers." Draco said snazzily, slapping a stack of papers for his class, Astronomy, down on your desk. "Return it to me by the end of the day, please." He whispered against your lips, tipping your forehead on his, pulling your waist closer to his body.

You laughed at his neediness, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Okay, my love, I will. Now go before one of my students-"

"Professor Y/L/N? Professor Malfoy? What-" Draco immediately pulled out his wand and slammed the door, but it was already too late. You'd been caught. The staff and your close friends knew about your "secret" marriage to Draco, but none of your students were allowed to know.

"Oopsies." Draco cracked a weak smile while you were busy becoming highly anxious for the next class. "Don't worry; you'll figure something out." Draco said, pressing quick kisses on both your cheeks. "I'm sorry, darling, I need to go. My next class started a minute ago." Draco checked his watch, furrowing his brows. He was obviously reluctant to leave. "Your lunch break is after this class, right?" You nodded your head, still nervous. "I'll come to see you, then." He smiled and opened the doors to your classroom. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get on, go inside!" Draco said to the shocked students, who were now looking at him in a way different light than before.

You thought you could escape your students' curiosity, but news traveled fast around Hogwarts. The next day, you'd received three questions in one class about your relationship to the former Slytherin, and you knew they wouldn't stop until they got an answer.

"But Professor Y/L/N!" One student cried out, urging you to spill all on your personal life.

"Look! There! A ring on her finger! That must mean she's married!" Harry Potter's daughter (one of your goddaughters), Lily yelled, pointing at your wedding ring. "Professor Malfoy has rings, too! Although, I'm not quite sure which one would be his wedding ring..." Lily pondered, holding her chin.

"Young lady, this is highly inappropriate." You said, looking at her with a stern look. You and Draco eloped straight out of the war and only told immediate family and adult friends after you'd gotten married. No children knew about your relationship, but it was safe to say you were freaking out about the possibility of it.

"Well, if you don't have the hots for Professor Malfoy, then prove it!" Lily's brother James evilly cracked. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing you wouldn't be able to get on with your lesson if they didn't receive confirmation.

"Okay." You said defeated. "Rose, go fetch Professor Malfoy for me, please. Tell him I'll watch his class next period as payment for interrupting his class." You enunciated, annoyed at your students' determination to ruin your secret.

The class broke into excited murmurs, and you turned into a nervous wreck, waiting for your husband to return. The chatter died, and everyone was staring at the petite redhead and tall blond standing under the massive doorway.

"You guys, I was in the middle of teaching about Cassandra, my favorite constellation!" You carefully eyed Draco, knowing that's what the baby girl inside you would be named. He only smirked, looking at you for just a second. "What's this about?" He said, stifling a laugh while running a hand through his hair.

"Teach later. This is an intervention." James said poshly before his cousin Rose pinched his arm and whispered something to his ear. "Reckoning - this is a reckoning. We know you guys are together."

"Really? And what makes you say so?" Draco said, stepping over to your elevated platform where you stood. He placed an arm around your waist gently and rested his hand on yours.

"That! Right there!" James pointed, wide-eyed.

"Oh, this?" You said, smirking. "We're just terrific friends." You said, resting a head on Draco's shoulder and smiling.

"Ugh, this is killing me!" Hugo, Rose's brother, exclaimed, banging his head harshly on his desk.

"Mr. Weasley, don't hurt yourself." Draco scolded his godson.

"Prove your love to each other, or we won't do our work." A familiar voice protested from the back of the class. But, of course, you and Draco immediately knew who it was without even having to pinpoint the blond head of hair and piercing gaze: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. You'd recognize your baby anywhere. He must've been tired of the back and forth, or else he wouldn't have spoken up.

"Fine." You said, glaring at your son, although you weren't actually upset. "Draco, I think it's time we tell the kids." You whispered softly into his ear, ignoring the eager eyes and wide grins on your students' faces.

"I agree, my beautiful wife." Draco said, which pulled dramatic gasps from the rest of your class, apart from Scorpius.

Draco pulled you in for a short but deep kiss, now relieved that the cat was out of the bag, and he could refer to you as his wife to everyone.

"Scorpius!" Lily yelled to the back of the classroom. "Does this mean..."

""Professor Y/L/N" is actually Professor Malfoy and is also my mom?" Scorpius flatly asked. "Yes." Scorpius didn't mind keeping your secret. Because of the number of students that found you attractive, he believed it would be incredibly unsettling if people referred to him as your mom while complimenting you. Still, he loved you and his dad uncommonly. He was excited that people now knew about your relationship with both of them. Until then, people thought that Draco was a single father, never noticing that Scorpius had the same eyes and nose as you.

It was safe to say you lucked out with your son. He was the perfect combination of Draco and you and the most mature fifteen-year-old you knew. He loved when you and Draco told him the story of your love because it was a long one. He cherished the moments where you'd hug and switch between kissing Draco and him. All of this to say, he was the perfect son to you.

"Since when?" Hugo dared to speak. You favored him over all your friends' children simply because of his blatant idiocy at times. It was heart-warming. As for your friends' children, they were in the dark about a lot of things. They often caught you and Draco together, feeding each other at reunions and birthdays, or stealing a forbidden kiss, but they were too young to remember it. You and Draco had been extra careful since then.

"Since I found out I was pregnant with him?" You said, a bit confused at what else you were supposed to answer. Snickers ran across the class at Hugo's tendency to be a male bimbo.

"Speaking of..." Draco said, bringing a hand to your belly and smiling down at you with glistening eyes.

The kids immediately got the hint and erupted into cheers, congratulating Scorpius, who was now smiling widely, excited for his baby sister to arrive.

"What's all the noise about?" Your lifelong friend and now boss, Headmaster Potter, came in, surveying the room for any danger.

"Secret's out." Scorpius told Harry, who was his favorite one of you and Draco's friends.

"Yes!" Harry said, jumping for joy. "Professor Weasley-Potter owes me so many Galleons." Harry said proudly. "Well, everybody, I say we give both Mr. Malfoys and Mrs. Malfoy a proper celebration." Harry said, pointing his wand up into the air, which elicited many excited noises from the kids. The students did the same, and at his command, launched beautiful fireworks into the high ceiling. You called your son up to give him a family hug, and he happily obliged, beaming. The colors reflected brightly on your skin and Scorpius,' and Draco's heart couldn't help but overflow at how lucky he was to have you three.

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