"Fuck, Evan," Draco groaned, tilting his head back. He looked back down at her, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips to her fingers. She was playing with herself with renewed enthusiasm, her face screwed up as she laid, splayed before him, on the common room couch. "Faster, babygirl." Draco froze in horror, slamming the breaks. He stared at Blackwood as if she had just spontaneously combusted before his eyes. Wait-what in the flying fuck did he just call her?! - - - Sequel to Fuckboy, Draco's POV. This is more cringey than the first one. *DracoMalfoyxOC* *SlytherinShenanigans* *Whywontdracojuststfu?*

"I'm not saying you're right or they're wrong, but i'm admitting that if there is any good in me, it's because you put it there." - tiktok hyped me up too much 😭 - *mature

"Have you even done anything like this?" He asked referring to the bondage book. "No." I whispered. "Alright" he smirked, "I'll. Show. You" I swallowed hard, my heart pounded against my rib cage, my chest suddenly feeling tight. He stuck his finger between his tie and shirt, pulling his tie loose. I watched him in awe, waiting for his next move. He watched me like a animal watching it's weak prey. "Hold out your wrist" he demanded, I did as he asked, putting my wrist together and towards him, earning a smirk. God why am I doing this?? I should stop this is weird and wrong but I want to know more about it, not that I'm into bondage but I'll never know if I don't find out. Anyways this can't hurt, he already found me reading it, what could be worse? He started tying the tie around my wrist, I watched his grey eyes as he paid attention to his work. He pulled his tie tightly around my wrist making me gasp. "Is is to tight?" He asked, looking up at my shocked expression. "No" I replied. "Some times pain can be turned into pleasure, isn't that right, Miss.Clark?" He ran his fingers over my skin where the tie was pulled tight around my wrists. "I-." I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly raw. "I don't know." I said quietly. I moved my wrists around feeing how tight the ties were around them. "Don't fight it. That's the biggest mistake it only makes the ties tighter." Malfoy said sternly. I nodded and stopped moving my wrists. I looked up at his grey eyes, seeing him smirking down at me like he was proud I was tied up for him. "Can you undo it?" I asked suddenly feeling more nervous then before. "Please?" I whispered. Warnings: age gap. Knife play. Ice and wax play. Bondage. Sexually harassment. Pain kink, hitting, biting, choking, slapping, etc. etc. domestic abuse.

You were there that day, the Battle of Hogwarts. A year and a half ago today The Dark Lord was defeated and Harry Potter Won the Battle. While lives were lost, some were not. including those still dealing with the aftermath. Victims and prisoners of war healing alike. Aside from those not allowed to heal, Like Draco Malfoy. Who until you saved him from getting beaten to death in an alleyway, had given up on really healing.

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

your name is y/n lestrange and yes your bellatrix's daughter ( Voldemort is not your dad ) you have known Tom and Mattheo Riddle since birth and you guys are best friends but that will change soon ... Y/n can do magic without a wand and has been doing magic since 4 yr old and she is now 17 and has killed 19 people in total. she dosnt fear anything. she has an amazing body for her age and the style if what you can image or choose from

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*