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Lucius absolutely has monogrammed high end nipple clamps and sounding rod. There are 4 M's in this piece. Found them all? 

I think I nailed the art, but I don't think I quite nailed the vibe. So if you have a headcanon for what's going on here, I want to hear it! 

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Tags: Lucius Malfoy/ Bill Weasley | Daddy kink | Possessive behavior | Not the healthiest of relationships | Whoops I fucked my ex, again

“Lord Malfoy.” Bill bowed just enough to keep his employer happy. He wouldn’t give the Malfoys anything to use against him or his family, but he wouldn’t show any more respect than necessary. “You called for a cursebreaker?”

“Indeed.” Lucius imperiously led them into the vault. “This item’s restoration is your highest priority.”

Bill fought the urge to roll his eyes. Old families always assumed they had the most cursed objects. “A couch? You called an Anzar cursebreaker for a couch?”

“A 16th century chaise and, no, Mr. Weasley. I called you.”

…

Bill didn’t know how he found himself nude on the decidedly not-cursed couch writhing under Lucius Malfoy, again. He had told himself it was just another job, that he wouldn’t drop to his knees for Lucius ever again, but one imperious command and Bill forgot every reason this was a bad idea.

“Daddy,” he moaned as Lucius sucked his balls into his mouth.

“So much metal,” Lucius purred as he touched the piercings lining his throbbing cock. “Shall I drape you in Malfoy gold?”

Bill narrowed his eyes. They didn’t play this game anymore.

“Come now.” Lucius trailed his finger up Bill’s taut stomach. “I have something special for you, and you know how delectable you look in my gold.” He gripped his cock in a firm hand, the gentleness of his voice at odds with the promise of his hands. “You made your choice, boy. You came back to me, and you will be mine to play with however I see fit.”

Bill groaned, thrusting his hips into Lucius’s grip, desperate for the friction, knowing that even after seven years and a war, Lucius was still right.

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