#O.W.L.S.

[person25]

Barty you will always be a ravenclaw with pathetic daddy issues to me🫶

[otrtbs]

real talk tho, what the fuck are the hogswarts class schedules and why are they so hard to figure out ??????????

[tarrarre]

I really believe the secret to academic success is thinking "WWHM" (What Would Hermione Do) and then doing it

[marvelgirlstories]

This is my first fanfic (posted on Tumblr)! Hope you like it. I will welcome suggestions to make it better ❤️

Have fun! 🥰

George Weasley x reader (female)

Comfort

350 Words

Warnings: Bit of bad language, crying

Lots of fluff ♥️

You were in the library, studying for a test. Yes, O.W.L.s were happening and you had potions tomorrow. Of course you were nervous as fuck, because you were terrible at potions. Suddenly someone hugged you from behind and you squealed. You were so concentrated, that you didn't find someone behind you. "George", you groaned. You didn't mean to be rude but you've been sat at the same table for hours and you were really tired. "Hey, gorgeous. Grumpy are we?", he asked, as he moved you round so you were facing him."Sorry.I've just been studying so much for potions and..." You trailed off as he hugged you again. "Hey, it's ok", he said rubbing circles on your back, knowing how stressed you were. "You're coming with me", he said lifting you up out of your chair. "But my work and..." He cut you of with a sweet kiss. Then, leaving your stuff behind l, he snuck you into his dorm.

Luckily there was nobody there. When you were there he set you down on his bed. "Now love, what's the matter?", he asked. Your heart melted at the simple question. He could tell there was something wrong. "I know you are hiding it, please tell me.", he added. And that sentence was the last straw. You broke. Everything that was on your mind came out, even if it made no sense at all. George, being a loving boyfriend, simply held you through your tears. After a while, when you had said everything that was on your mind, he pushed you back on the bed but never let go of you. "Don't worry, love. It will be all over in a couple of days and we can relax. You should get some sleep" "Don't leave me", you said. "Of course not, gorgeous"

You fell asleep very quickly and slept in his dorm the whole night. George made sure you were asleep before saying goodnight, pulling you in and after kissing your forehead, he fell asleep too.

Let's just say that after a good night's sleep you aces the potions O.W.L. with an E (Exceeds Expectations).

I hope you liked it. Sorry, it's so short. I am open for requests if anyone wants anything ❤️🩷

[spellboundscroll]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒪𝒲𝐿𝓈: 𝒯𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 (𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤) 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔. ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤!

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℍ𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕤. 𝕋𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤-𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤. 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤, 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝. 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟-𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥-𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪. 𝕌𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝔸 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ��𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥. 𝔽𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤. 𝕌𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕁𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕖𝕤!

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝔼𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤-𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕟-𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩. 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕���� 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕌𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤.

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤. 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕’𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕤' 𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤. ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣.

𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕤 (𝔻.𝔸.𝔻.𝔸.) 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟�� 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝-𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕁𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔻.𝔸.𝔻.𝔸. 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖.

𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤; 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤.

𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔, 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕤—𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘—𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥.

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜, 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝔹𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝. 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!

[ask-magical-total-drama]

Would it be rude of me to ask what the 6th and 7th years o.w.l grades were. And I don’t mean how many they got I mean like for example did they get an A in transfigurations or an O in D.A.D.A

Yeah, that's a lot of different grades for a lot of different people. Try picking someone and—

I GOT O's IN EVERYTHING!

We know, Courtney.

[iamgayforyourmom1510]

he got 12 O.W.L.S for a fucking reason

Barty: Shower thoughts Barty: If 666 is evil then 25.806975801127 is the root of all evil Regulus: Do you have a fucking calculator in your shower?!

[bennersaysitsfoodtime]

I am at an O.WL.S retreat right now if you don't know what that is it is basically just learning about nature with a trip to the boundarie waters at the end through 4-H. And this therian(I will call them this because I don't want to accidentally dead name them in the future) brought their masks here and thus annoying boy stool it twice and took it(just the elastic thankfully) and that is all that I know that happened I am pissed on their behalf and really tired goodnight.

[marauder-misprint]

More James Potter pleasseeee. I'm literally begging. I've never loved a fanfic more, but you only have the one of him :_(

I'm glad you loved Broom Polish! Here is a second James fic! I promise I'm trying to write more for him ❤︎

Crossword

James Potter x fem!reader

567 words

cw: fluff

“I need a five letter word for arrogant…” you say to no one in particular as you do the crossword in your Daily Prophet. 

“Oh, that’s easy,” Marlene says, leaning over your shoulder to look at the puzzle. “James. J-A-M-E-S.”

“What’s up, ladies?” James asks, perking up at the mention of his name. 

Sirius, Remus and Peter go quiet as James turns his body more toward you and Marlene. Marlene gives him a saccharine smile.

“Five letter word for arrogant,” Marlene says. 

Lily chokes back a laugh as James gasps. The boys are also holding laughter. 

“Am not!”

“Just a suggestion,” Marlene replies with a shrug.

“What about cocky?” Mary suggests.

“Or lofty,” Lily adds. 

“Proud?” Remus pipes in.

You hum as you look over the puzzle. 

“Sadly, it’s going to either Mary or Lils. I have a ‘y’ in the down,” you announce. “But for the record, all of those words are synonyms.”

“Even James?” Marlene teases, still smiling that sickly sweet yet knowing smile. 

You reflect that smile. “Even James.”

James scoffs as he turns back away from you. The girls around you are reduced to giggles as the boys return to the conversation that was interrupted, although the other boys seem just as amused as the girls. 

After breakfast, everyone heads to classes. You take up the back of the group, having taken a few seconds longer to shove your paper into your bag. You’re shocked when James falls into step with you rather than intermingling among the rest of the group, namely Lily who was at the front of the group.

“You don’t really think I’m that arrogant, do you?” he asks, keeping his voice steady but low. He sounded confident but not wanting the others to really hear him.

You give him a sideways glance.

“So what if I do? It’s warranted.”

“Is it?”

“I’d say you’re pretty damn conceited. And it was Marlene who suggested it first.”

James sighs. “You hurt me, love.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself then, James.”

“But I’m great!”

“What makes you so great? Convince me.”

“Might be a prefect but I am Quidditch captain. And I’m great at Quidditch. You’d know that if you went to a match.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been to matches.”

“So you know I’m the best on the pitch,” he says with a nod. “And I’m bloody brilliant. E’s and O’s on my O.W.L.s.”

“Which surprised us all.”

“I earn a bunch of house points too!”

You snort a laugh. “You lose more than you earn. Don’t forget that!”

He smiles down at you. “Only in the most entertaining ways though. You have to admit that you enjoy our pranks.”

“Only when they don’t actually harm someone.”

James shrugs in a way to say ‘if that’s what you think.’

“Oh!” he exclaims, stopping in his tracks which causes you to stop in yours to give him a confused look. “I’m also sexy and an amazing kisser.”

You cross your arms over your chest. The group didn’t notice that you two had stopped walking and continued on their way to class. 

“There’s that conceitedness, James. You can’t just declare yourself sexy and an amazing kisser.”

“Hm… Care to prove me wrong?” he asks, glancing around the hallway before pulling you into a closet. “I have an eleven letter phrase for a good place to snog.” (broom closet)

[megwritesriddles]

Tied to You ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 14 - Praise & Bondage. Severus has a girlfriend and he's about as shocked as anyone about it. She brings something out in him, something loving, something experimental, but also something slightly more sinister.

Tags: Praise kink, Light bondage, Fingering, Dom!Severus, Lots of praise, Good girl, Reader is referred to as a girl a LOT, Established relationship (kinda?), Getting together, Fluff, Red flags, Possessive behaviour, Unhealthy/Toxic relationship dynamic forming, Ambiguous ending (kinda).

Word count: 3.6k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: I can't write Severus as anything other than at least a bit of a creepy little freak, even though this is mostly normal and fluffy!! Again this includes a lot of unnecessary backstory to set the scene!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Being in a relationship was a very novel concept to Severus. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought would happen to him until recently. Sure, he’d daydreamed about it throughout his life to various degrees, but he’d always resigned himself to the fact that daydreams would be the closest he would get. However, you were very real. He’d known of you since the first year, being in his same year group he was bound to have heard your name a few times, whether on registers or from overheard gossip at the Slytherin table. 

He’d never thought of you very much at all until the sixth year when you were in the same advanced potions class as him. The class was much smaller than in previous years, full of only the highest achievers in the subject in the O.W.L.s and this is where he noticed you. You were on the quieter side in class, but whenever you were called on, you gave the correct answers. You were obviously intelligent, especially at this subject, which intrigued him as a bit of a ‘swot’ as his few friends called him. He liked that you cared about studying, much more than most of your peers seemed to. It was also quite obvious even by a glance that you were a pretty girl. Once he’d started paying a little more attention to you, he’d overheard many unsavoury comments about you by his peers, about what they might like to do to you. But, you kept yourself to yourself, frequently kindly (but firmly) turning down boys who tried to flirt with you. He admired that you weren’t above a little threat against the boys who couldn’t hear the word ‘no’. Despite your withdrawn nature, you were well known as a member of the duelling club, a high achieving one at that, and so often were able to threaten the boys into backing off.

All sixth year he’d silently admired you. When the seventh year began, he told himself he’d let go of it and focus solely on his studies, but he’d never been less focused in his life. All the feelings he’d harboured for Lily for so long latched themselves onto you, becoming much larger and more consuming. They felt like a frightening entity on their own, following him around everywhere he went, trying to pounce on you whenever you’d make small talk with him before class in the corridor, or seek him out for advice on your potions homework, even though you always seemed to actually know what you were talking about. He should have realised something was odd about this, but he was too blinded by self-hatred to see the woods from the trees. So when you confessed to having feelings for him, he’d initially just sat and stared silently at you.

You’d caught him in the library, as you had taken to doing often lately and asked to sit. He’d agreed, expecting another odd question about the homework but instead, you’d sat there chewing your lip. His eyes had strayed down to the sight a few too many times, no matter how he tried to control himself. He watched as the corners of your lips tugged up a little. 

“I have a crush on you, Severus,” you’d admitted with a shaky breath. He’d just blinked at you. “Well… crush sounds so juvenile… I fancy you? I have… feelings for you?” you continued on. “I just figured I ought to say something before it’s too late, you know?”

And that’s how he’d ended up in a relationship with you. He was so shocked at the time that he can't even remember what he’d said to you in response, and it was too late to ask. Whatever it was, it had clearly worked, as you had pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek and the next weekend, he was waiting for you at the Three Broomsticks. By the end of that evening, you’d been sitting in his lap and kissing him with a passion he had never even seen, let alone felt for himself, his arms around your waist, touching you gingerly. 

The entire school was baffled by your relationship. His friends and even several strangers asked him how the hell he had managed to ensnare you and he had no answer for any of them even if he wanted to, he couldn’t understand it either. One day he believes he will never be in a relationship in his life, and the next, the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts is hanging off of his arm for all to see. He’s surprised how unashamed you are, not only to be dating him but with public displays of affection. You always hook your arm around his as you walk, kiss his cheek as a goodbye, sit in his lap in the library and sneak his hand up your thigh. Sex. That’s the part of all this that seems the craziest to him because all of a sudden he has an active sex life. You’re all over him, and as much as it makes his head spin, he’s always willing to indulge you. 

The first time you’d brought him into your dorm, he hadn’t known what was going on until you were stripping him down. Of course, you’d asked him several times if you could proceed, but he had just blindly agreed because he would let you do anything. He hadn’t told you he was a virgin until after you were done, even though he knew you knew, if from nothing else, from his very speedy performance. You’d been very sweet about it, as you were about everything, and snuggled up to him, falling asleep in his arms. No one had ever felt so safe around him before. He wanted desperately to keep you in his arms forever, and when you got up in the morning, he almost held you hostage but ended up playing it off as a joke. You’d just giggled at him and told him he’d be the cutest captor in the world, which he laughed off, but the thought crossed his mind.

He was having the most sex out of everyone in his dorm, which would have been completely unfathomable only a few months ago. It surprised him how voracious you were, you’d always seemed rather meek, yet you were dragging him away at least once a day if not more. It was a surprise that he loved. You’d created a monster, a monster that constantly loomed over his time with you. He wasn’t sure how he would ever cope if this relationship ended, not only emotionally, but also having gotten used to such frequent sexual activity. There was hardly anyone else who would ever be willing to indulge him, and you loved to, which made it a thousand times better. He felt desirable to you, a feeling he’d been inadvertently chasing his entire life. He was never going to let you go. Ever. 

You didn’t seem to realise how serious he was when he told you as such. You’d giggle and peck his cheeks and tell him in a sweet little voice that you’d never let him go either, but he knew you didn’t mean it quite like he did. You enjoyed his possessive streak, loving the way his arm would slip around you when a boy would stare, marking you all over as his. As baffling as it was to everyone, there was no confusion about the fact you were taken, constantly covered in little lovebites, his hands on you whenever they could be. He’d adjust your skirts and button up your tops, softly whispering how this skin was for his eyes only now. As he gained more confidence in public displays of affection with you, he’d grip your thigh in a possessive gesture under the table, and kiss at your neck in front of others, a reminder of who left those marks there. 

Severus was always up for anything that you recommended in the bedroom, surprisingly experimental despite his rigid routines during the day. You played around often, trying new things, different dynamics, different positions, and introducing various aids. As time went on, you could tell he was coming into himself as a more dominant presence, his initial nerves and shyness wearing off as he got used to you and the idea that you truly did like him and desired him. You were happy to submit to him and let yourself go with whatever he wanted from you. Every part of him was long and lithe and elegant, exploring parts of you that had never been touched before, deep within you. He loved to watch you come undone, taking immense satisfaction in the knowledge of his effects on you, effects he thought he’d never have on anyone. He worships you in the most sinful ways, and you worship him in return. Your roommates all hate the both of you, no matter how many silencing charms you cast. 

You’re a little anxious when Severus heads to Hogsmeade alone one weekend, no matter how much he insists he’s only buying you a present. You’ve barely been apart for more than classes since your relationship began, and while you doubt he’s off cheating on you, the distance still makes you unreasonably anxious. You pounce on him when he returns, telling him how much you missed him, not spotting his smug smile against your shoulder. He rubs your back and assures you he felt similarly while he was away, which he did, he’d been desperate to get back to you, for many reasons. He gives you a little box, housing a little silver necklace that he’d gone to fetch from Hogsmeade for you. It has a little ‘S’ as the pendant, his initial, another means with which to stake claim over you. He clasps it behind your neck and you’re all smiles as you declare how much you love it. Then you notice another little bag.

“Is that for your other girlfriend?” you joke, pouting a little. He laughs, kissing your cheek. 

“No, it’s for you my love, but we have to be alone for me to show you,” he guides you up to his dorm which is currently empty, most of his dormmates now avoid the space whenever they can because of the two of you. He brings you to his bed to sit in his lap and closes the curtains around you. You giggle, fascinated to see what he’s got, already making a few mental guesses. 

Although it hadn’t popped into your head as a guess, the small spool of rope makes sense as he pulls it from the bag. He explains that it’s a soft cotton material that is both sturdy and comfortable. He doesn’t have to tell you what it’s for, you already know, and you’re willing to give it a go, the idea already exciting you a little. He can tell from the way you begin to rub your thighs together slightly. He’s become fluent in your body language over the course of your relationship, by now he’s sure he could write the dictionary. He grins at you.

“So sweet already getting all excited,” he whispers, his voice deep and silky. You love the authoritative tone he uses to speak to you when he wants to be in charge like this, it makes your thighs clench even more. “Now come on, my love, how would you like your hands tied?” he enquires softly, rubbing a hand over your thigh. After a short period of deliberation between the two of you, he lies you down against the bed and starts slowly popping open the buttons of your shirt one by one, making his way down to untuck it from your skirt. He pushes the shirt open and down, palms smoothing over your bare shoulders. You sit up for a moment to let the shirt fall away completely and so that he can reach around you to unhook your bra more easily. Once he’s pulled the bra away from you, you lie back down. “Good girl, my beautiful girl,” he praises, gently folding your shirt up and placing it onto the ground, then setting your bra on top of it. He taps your hips, urging you to lift them, gently sliding down your skirt, followed by your underwear. His need for you is mounting, folding these items a little more haphazardly before he places them on the ground by the others. He gently holds your legs apart, rubbing a hand up and down your thighs. “You like the idea of being tied up for me?” he chuckles, seeing you already glistening with want. You nod and he hums. “Aren’t you just perfect? My perfect girl,” he coos, leaning down to pepper kisses on your stomach for a moment before sitting back up. You watch him eagerly, yearning for him to give you what you want. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists and lifts them over your head, reaching for the length of rope. “Is this alright? Your arms aren’t stretching too much?”

“No, it’s fine,” you assure, watching as he starts carefully threading the rope around your wrists in figure-eights. 

“I read up on how to do this, let’s hope I get it on the first try,” he smiles down at you. You giggle in return. He fusses for a little while, adjusting and readjusting so it’s not too tight, but that you can’t slip out of the restraints either. You’re sure he’s being a perfectionist about it like he is about most things, so you wait patiently. Once he’s happy, he sits back and looks at you, in all your naked glory, lying there tied up and waiting for him. He shivers and groans. “Merlin… You look like an angel, my beautiful perfect girl,” he leans down and leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck, reinforcing several fading hickies he’s left on you before. You moan softly and squirm beneath him, pulling at your restraints without meaning to, feeling the need to touch him. You’re surprised how quickly you feel the need to use your hands and he just smirks at you. “Be good for me and don’t fight your restraints, won’t you?” he murmurs. You nod weakly, ceasing your movements and taking a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax as his lips and hands explore your body at a torturous pace. His lips kiss patterns around and between your breasts slowly, leaving a litany of little marks behind to mark his territory, his hands slowly sliding up and down your hips and waist. “Your body is absolutely exquisite, I don’t tell you that enough, my love, sculpted by the gods, all for me,” he mutters against your skin, sucking another lovebite into the side of your breast. The praise flusters you, part of you wants to argue, but you adore the idea of him truly seeing you that way, and you believe he does. He continues to press deliberate kisses across your chest, his eyes shut in prayer. His hands brush your stomach, teasing you by skimming low and withdrawing. You sigh needily and feel him nip your skin in response. “Tell me what you want,” he orders softly.

“I want your fingers inside me,” you answer breathily, writhing a little but making sure to keep your hands still. You feel him smile and nip the skin of your sternum, by your fluttering heart. 

“That’s my girl, always so direct,” he chuckles, sitting up and spreading your legs once more. He gasps softly. “Oh… you must really be liking being at my mercy, hm? Dripping wet for me,” he smiles, rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh. His genuine smile is a rarity, he’s usually so stoic and serious, that the sight of it makes you whimper for him. Oh, how crazy he drives you. “Shhh, wait like a good girl, I know you can wait, you’re more than capable,” you pout up at him and he smiles again.“Those perfect pouty lips,” he leans down and gives you a soft sensual kiss, his fingertips tracing patterns up your thigh as he kisses you. You want to wrap your arms around him, to slide your hand in his trousers, but instead, you pull pathetically at your ropes for a moment before giving up and focusing on kissing him. His fingers nudge gently at your folds, making you spread your legs further eagerly. The tip of his index finger slides up and down between your folds, gathering wetness and using it to help circle your sensitive nub. You whine softly against his lips. “Good girl, you sound so beautiful when I make you feel good,” he praises. He leisurely slides a finger into you, which you accommodate easily due to your high state of arousal. His lithe fingers reach places you’d never even realised you’d had before your relationship with him, gently stimulating the tender spongy spot within you that makes your hips buck. He adds another finger, making you gasp and moan softly. He strokes your walls for a moment, letting you adjust to the stretch, which doesn’t take too long in the state you’re in. You stare up into his eyes, silently begging him to move his fingers, he grins back at you, his nose bumping yours affectionately. “What is it, my love?” you whine at his playful innocence, he gets like this sometimes, all smug and teasing, a monster that you had created.

“M-move them, please,” you pant, tugging uselessly at your restraints. He gives you a pointed look and you stop. 

“Okay, but you have to keep being good for me, I know you can,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly withdrawing his fingers and pressing them back in. You mewl softly, digging your heels into the plush mattress. His fingers move slowly and expertly from months of memorising your body, pushing up against that tender spot with each thrust. The room fills with vulgar wet sounds and Severus finally thinks to cast a silencing spell with his free hand. You blush, both at the realisation you hadn’t been silenced, but also at the nonchalant way he does magic while moving his fingers inside you. It’s oddly hot and he feels you fluttering around his fingers. “What is it, sweet girl? What made you throb?” he enquires, kissing your jaw. You giggle breathlessly, his fingers still working you.

“Just you,”

“I’m flattered, my love,” he purrs. “You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you? My dream girl, my perfect girl,” he mumbles between kisses against your skin, his fingers speeding up, making you whimper and squirm. He sits up, his movements never ceasing, to look over you. Your hands tied sends a possessive thrill through him, the more innocent thought that you trust him like this, and the more dangerous idea to keep you like this. “Look at you,” he hums. “You look divine, all flushed and needy for me,” he punctuates his sentence by beginning to circle his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You choke out a moan, your eyes closing for a moment. “You’re doing so well, my love, good girl, you must be getting close,”

“Y-yeah,” you moan, your back arching slightly.

“You always look so beautiful when you come,” he muses, intensifying his movements. Your moans pick up, louder and more frequent, your hands tensing and untensing in the restraints, wishing to grab onto something but unable to do anything but dig your nails into your palms. “That’s it, let yourself go, be a good girl for me like I know you are,” he coaxes. “Let me feel you come on my fingers, let me feel your pussy clench,” you gasp at his lewd words, your head growing fuzzier. It only takes a few more moments and you fall apart, your whole body shivering and going warm. You cry out his name in desperation, nails digging into your palms, back arching up off of the bed. He keeps going relentlessly, feeling you clenching around his fingers, driving you to the point of near insanity, wailing in pleasure before he finally slows down his ministrations. “You were so good, my love, so beautiful, I’m so proud of you,” he leans down, kissing across your chest once more, slowly withdrawing his fingers. You whine softly, your chest heaving under his lips as you struggle to regain your breath, your heart pounding under your skin. “That’s it, calm down for me,” he soothes, kissing up to your mouth and pressing a lingering kiss to your parted lips. “How was that?”

“Yeah, good, very good,” you laugh breathlessly. He caresses your cheek, nuzzling your nose with his own.

“Did being tied up make it better?”

“In some ways, it felt more intense, more submissive than I usually am, but I did miss touching you,” you explain quietly. He nods along in understanding. “But I’ll happily do it again, I just need some recovery time,” you smile sheepishly, and he kisses your cheek. 

“I understand, my love, you’ve been a very good girl, no more tonight, my perfect girl must be tired,” he hums. He leans up and loosens your restraints, placing placating kisses on your wrists where the rope had been rubbing slightly, but he doesn’t entirely remove the rope, just gently massaging your wrists with his thumbs for a moment.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask playfully. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before fiddling with the rope again. He secures your wrists to the headboard of his bed, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “You said no more tonight,”

“I know, my love, and I stick to it, but I think I’ll keep you here anyway,”

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xoxoxo

[sadnymi]

Alibi.

Slytherin boys x reader ( platonic) , Theodore Nott x reader ( not so platonic)

Summary: Summary: You accidentally got yourself involved in some Slytherin boys' drama.

I was deep in the forest, kneeling on a bed of pine needles, my hands clasped in prayer. The air was still, the only sound was the whispering of leaves above. I was right in the middle of asking for some divine intervention in my life when, out of nowhere, something heavy crashed into me from behind.

I was flattened to the ground with a shriek, my thoughts of divinity abruptly replaced with panic. "Merlin's beard! What in the name of—" I twisted around, ready to fend off whatever forest creature had decided to tackle me.

But it wasn’t a creature. It was Theodore Nott, one of the Slytherins. And he was bleeding. Profusely.

He groaned, clutching his side. "Sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Sorry? You're bleeding all over me!" I squealed, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy and I was too flustered.

"Calm down, will you?" he said, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who looked like they'd been in a fight with a hippogriff and lost. "It's just a little blood."

"A little blood?" I shrieked again. "It looks like you were stabbed! Wait, were you stabbed?"

He winced. "Yeah, probably. Can you stop screaming? You're making my head hurt."

"Stop screaming? You literally fell out of nowhere, bleeding to death on top of me! Of course, I'm screaming!" I finally managed to wriggle out from under him, kneeling beside him in the dirt. "Who did this to you?"

He groaned again, his face pale. "Don't know. Didn't exactly stop to ask."

I fumbled in my bag for my wand, hands shaking. "Okay, okay, just... just hold still. I’m going to try to stop the bleeding." I pointed my wand at his wound, but then my mind went blank. "Uh, what's the spell again?"

Theodore groaned, but this time it sounded more exasperated than pained. "Episkey. It's Episkey."

"Right, right," I muttered, feeling my face heat up. "Episkey!" The wound didn't heal completely, but at least the bleeding stopped.

Just then, we heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned, ready to scream again, and out stumbled none other than Mattheo Riddle, his face splattered with blood.

I let out another scream, louder this time. "What is it with Slytherins and blood today?"

Theodore winced. "Can you stop screaming? You're going to attract every creature in this forest."

Mattheo, looking a mix of annoyed and amused, glanced between us. "What in Merlin's name is going on here? Why are you screaming?"

"That's what I want to know!" I said, throwing my hands up. "First, he crashes into me, bleeding all over, and now you show up looking like you’ve been in a bloodbath."

Theodore groaned again, trying to sit up. "Mattheo, could you do us a favor and not kill her with another heart attack? She's already a mess."

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Calm down. This isn't my blood." He knelt beside Theodore, checking his wound. "How bad is it?"

Theodore waved him off. "Don't worry. The boy who did this is already dead. I killed him after he stabbed me."

My eyes went wide, and I started to hyperventilate. "You killed a boy? You actually killed someone? Oh my God, we're all going to Azkaban! I was just praying, and now I'm an accessory to murder! What if they find the body? What if they use Veritaserum on us? I can't go to Azkaban, I haven't even finished my O.W.L.s! Oh God, oh God, oh God—"

Theodore, clearly at the end of his patience, slapped his hand over my mouth. "Can you please stop talking for one minute? You're not helping."

I kept mumbling behind his hand, my eyes wide with panic. He glared at me. "Why can't you just shut up for once?" He looked at Mattheo. "A little help here?"

Mattheo smirked, watching the scene unfold. "You seem to have it under control, Theo."

"Seriously," Theodore grumbled, pulling his hand away. "We're in the middle of a forest, I'm bleeding, and she's having a meltdown about Azkaban. Can this day get any worse?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I was just praying for some divine intervention, not a bloody crime scene!"

"Well, you got it," Theodore said dryly. "Now help me up, and let's get out of here before something else happens."

As we struggled to get Theodore to his feet, I couldn't help but mutter a quick prayer under my breath. "Please, if anyone's listening, just get us out of this mess."

Theodore chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Just as we managed to get Theodore to his feet, the forest seemed to come alive with movement.

From the shadows emerged a group of masked men, all dressed in ominous black cloaks. My heart sank. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered.

Theodore groaned. "What now?"

Mattheo's eyes narrowed. "This day just keeps getting better."

I had a full-blown breakdown. "Who are they? What do they want? Why is this happening?" I shrieked, clutching Theodore's arm as the masked men closed in.

The leader of the group, his voice muffled by the mask, pointed at me. "Grab the girl!"

I promptly hid behind Theodore, using him as a human shield. "Why me? I don’t even know what’s going on! I was just praying! Praying! I didn't ask for this! Why would anyone want to grab me? I don't know anything! I'm not important! I was just trying to—"

The leader looked slightly puzzled. "You must be important if you're here."

"What?" I spluttered. "No, this is just some weird punishment because I sneaked out of Hogwarts! I was having a terrible week and needed some divine intervention, so I came to the forest to pray for guidance and peace and—"

"I don't give a fuck," the leader snapped, gesturing to his men. "Grab her!"

The masked men advanced, and Theodore stepped in front of me. "No one will touch her," he said, his wand raised despite his injury.

Mattheo mirrored his stance, wand also at the ready.

I peeked out from behind Theodore, still rambling. "Seriously, this is all a misunderstanding. I was just praying because I failed my Potions test, and Professor Snape looked like he wanted to turn me into a newt, and then my cat got sick, and I just needed some clarity in my life, so I thought, 'Why not go to the forest and pray?' But then Theo crashed into me, bleeding everywhere, and now you guys show up looking like Death Eaters on a budget! This is just a cosmic joke, right?"

The leader looked exasperated. "Shut her up."

One of the masked men tried to grab me, but Theodore and Mattheo both fired off stunning spells, sending the attacker flying back.

Theodore turned his head slightly toward me, his eyes serious. "You need to stop talking now."

I nodded, clamping my mouth shut, but my mind was still racing. "This has to be some kind of punishment," I whispered. "Why else would this be happening? Maybe I angered a forest spirit or something."

Theodore rolled his eyes. "Or maybe it's just bad luck. Now, please, stay quiet and let us handle this."

The leader, looking frustrated, signaled for the rest of his men to attack. "Get them all!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying silently. "Please, let this be over soon. And if we survive, I promise I'll never sneak out of Hogwarts again. Or pray in the forest. Or—"

Before I could finish my desperate plea, a figure appeared from the shadows and stabbed the leader in the chest. The leader collapsed, revealing none other than Lorenzo Berkshire, better known as Enzo, looking out of breath and slightly bewildered.

"Sorry, guys," Enzo panted, wiping the dagger on his sleeve. "There was this dragon—well, maybe it was a big bird. Hard to tell in the dark.“

Mattheo and Theodore wasted no time, seizing the moment of confusion. They grabbed the nearest masked men and swiftly dispatched them with a combination of spells and physical blows. The remaining attackers fled into the darkness, clearly not eager to meet the same fate as their leader.

Enzo, looking around at the chaos, spotted me and raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute. Is this Y/N from Charms class? What are you doing out here?"

Before I could launch into my explanation, Theodore sighed and muttered, "Here we go again."

"I was just praying," I began "Well, I had the worst week ever. First, I failed my Potions test, then my cat got sick, and I just thought maybe if I could get some peace in the forest—"

Theo turned looked me dead in the eyes then slapped his hand over my mouth, his expression one of exasperated patience. "I swear, if I hear one more word about praying or forest spirits... or Potions tests or your cat, I'm going to lose it."

I gazed up at him, ready to argue, but then something struck me. His eyes. They were a striking shade of blue, filled with intensity and a hint of something softer, something...beautiful. I blinked, momentarily speechless.

Enzo, clearly amused by the whole situation, leaned over to Mattheo. "Is she always like this?"

Mattheo smirked. "Pretty much."

Theodore, still holding his hand over my mouth, looked at me with a mix of annoyance and something else I couldn't quite place. I nodded slowly, my panic subsiding slightly as I got lost in those mesmerizing eyes.

Finally, Theodore removed his hand, and I took a deep breath, determined not to start rambling again. "Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

"Thank Merlin," Theodore muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Enzo clapped his hands together. "Alright, now that we've got that sorted, how about we get out of this forest before any more dragons show up?"

As we started to move, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Enzo, there's no dragon out there, you idiot!"

Enzo turned to me. "And how do you know that?"

"Because dragons don't just wander around the Forbidden Forest chasing random students!" I snapped. "They’re kept in the Dragon Reserve, or did you sleep through that part of Care of Magical Creatures?"

Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what about that time Hagrid smuggled a baby dragon into his hut? Ever thought about that?"

I scoffed. "That was a one-time thing! And it wasn't even a fully-grown dragon, it was a Norwegian Ridgeback hatchling! There's a huge difference!"

Enzo crossed his arms, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, maybe it was an escaped Ridgeback, then. You can't rule out the possibility."

I threw my hands up in frustration. "Escaped Ridgeback? Do you hear yourself? The chances of running into a dragon in the middle of the night are practically zero! You're more likely to find a Blast-Ended Skrewt out here than a dragon!"

I opened my mouth to retort, but Theodore swiftly grabbed me and pulled me away. I couldn't help but look at his strong, albeit bloody, hand on my waist, leaving a bloodstain on my skirt.

As I glanced from his hand up to his face, I couldn't resist commenting, "You've got a pretty good grip for someone who was just stabbed."

Enzo and Mattheo burst into laughter, and Theodore shot them a deadly look. They quieted down, though still wearing amused expressions.

Theodore leaned in close, his voice low and intense. "You will not say a word about what you saw tonight, understood?"

His proximity made my breath hitch, and I felt my heart race. Dirty thoughts flitted through my mind, and I mentally pleaded, Please, God, I didn't mean to have them. You shouldn't have made him that pretty if you didn't want me to have them.

"Y/N," Theodore said, his voice breaking through my reverie. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

I blinked, snapping back to reality. "Uh, yes. No talking about tonight. Got it."

He brushed the dust from my shirt and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture sent a shiver down my spine.

"You two need a moment alone, or can we get moving now?" Mattheo said.

Theodore shot him another glare. "We're moving."

Enzo, called after us. "Hey, Y/N, if you see a dragon on the way back, be sure to let me know!"

I shot him a glare over my shoulder. "If I see a dragon, I'll make sure it eats you first!"

[sleyu]

DATING JAMES POTTER INCLUDES . . .

PAIRING: JAMES POTTER X READER

GENRE: FLUFF & SMUT

If anyone is boyfriend coded, it's James.

James is so desperate for your attention. It’s fully up to you how you would react to the stunts he’d pull and all the nonsense he’d say for you to spare just a mere glance at him, but as soon as you do, he’s not shutting up for days. So much so, you’d find Remus on his hands and knees, begging to give James a chance so that he could finally study in peace.

When James falls in love, the person he is infatuated with and the things in relation to them is the only thing that remains in his mind.

‘Ugh,’ he thinks, ‘Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is an eye sore.’ But wait, ‘Y/n loves pink. I ought to bring her here next time.’ He thinks.

James, contrary to what he makes himself out to be in front of his friends before meeting you, abandons any sense of his pride and ego when it comes to his girl.

Before falling in love with you, James would scoff and snicker at couples around Hogwarts, at people holding hands, cheeks flushed and eyes starry-eyed, as they’d walk together in Hogsmeade.

Meeting you, falling in love with you—finally making you his—made him love every corny, cheesy aspect of being with someone, completely endeared and left sheepish by their every breath and movement.

During ’ O.W.L.S. or any test for that matter, one could steal a glance at James, only to see him absentmindedly writing down your initials with a heart right beside them on his parchment, looking almost bored at his otherwise empty paper.

Anytime he would find himself stuck on a question, he would sigh happily, putting his quill down and all his focus on you, trying to find you sitting in the exam hall, smiling in amusement at the look of determination on your face.

James being in love means him attempting to look for your face during every quidditch match, upon every win, and during every loss, trying his best to search for your reaction. All he wants is for you to see him in his glory, and no amounts of pats on his back or the cheers he receives from crowds compare to the feeling of your thumb caressing his cheek, or your hands softly patting him on the head, telling him how proud you are of him and how you couldn’t take his eyes off him.

James finds it tough to admit and often struggles to communicate it, but he needs your praise. He needs you to tell him that he did good, that he looks handsome, that he’s brilliant for his latest prank, and that no one else compares to him. Of course, it’s an ego boost for him, but behind his egotistic front is a vulnerable, questioning man who doubts himself often, wanting nothing more than to prove himself to you.

‘Did I do good, love?’ he’d ask, desperation seeping from his honey-like voice, as though he’s unable to wait for your answer, fearing the possibility of your displeasure. ‘Please tell me I did.’

Of course, this manifests in your sex life. James needs praise always and rarely ever incorporates degradation into his lovemaking. He not only tells you how pretty you look for him, how good you feel wrapped around his leaking cock, but also begs you to be vocal, to communicate your pleasure and to tell him that you only belong to him and that no one else could make you feel as good as him.

‘Need you to tell me, baby—fuck! Wanna make you feel good—wanna make my good girl feel good—god.’

‘Tell me—tell me you love me. Say it again—need to hear it again,’

James begs that you leave a kiss mark on his cheek for ‘Good luck,’ right before a quidditch game.

The mandatory uniform for Gryffindor Quidditch matches is James’ jersey. Nothing fuels his pride and his absolute enamour for you more than seeing his last name plastered across your chest and back, proudly and visibly displaying your support for him and only him.

After a big win, you can expect to be fucked in the jersey. James swears he’s never cum faster than he has when he took you from behind and watched as your back arched; the name, ‘Potter,’ printed upon your trembling body as though it was a mark of ownership and loyalty.

Dating James means that he’s treating you as though you’re made of glass. Gentle touches and grips to your waist as the two of you walk in the school corridors, and adoring coos when he sees you slump against him, tired from a long day.

‘My poor angel. Always working so hard, yeah? C’mon, I’ll take care of you.’

He’d rather die than hear you call him by his name. To James, calling him by his name means that you’re treating him as though he were any other person when he isn’t. He needs to hear the affection laced in your words. The soft, gentle mumble of ‘baby, darling, Jamie, honey,’ is all he seeks to hear from you and he practically crumbles against the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek when you refer to him by a pet name.

‘James,’ you sigh, exasperated. Your boyfriend furrows his eyebrows, ‘That’s baby to you!’

During the summer, he’d insist you attach a photo of you with every letter you send him, whether it’s you on vacation or simply in your room, he has to get his fill of you.

He’d spend so much money on little trinkets for you, little items he would pick up from the sneaky Marauders Hogsmeade trips.

Sirius would huff as James pulled him into a stationary shop, ‘James, can we please stop making pit stops? We have 30 minutes left.’ James shook his head, grinning to himself as he picked up several pretty pens he reckons you’d love, ‘Need to supply the missus with gifts, Pads.’

James would be so happy once you begin warming up to the Marauders. His favourite people loving his favourite person? It’s his dream come true and as soon as he sees you bickering with Sirius, having long and insightful discussions with Remus, and casually hanging around Peter, he knows he’s going to be with you for a very, very long time. He’ll make sure of it, he decides then.

James would most certainly carry your bag as he drops you off to class. The first time he attempted in doing it, the two of you were tugging your bag for five minutes, arguing with each other about who would carry the pound of weight on your shoulders. He won, much to your dismay, but a surge of warmth bursts through him the first time you hand your bag over to him mindlessly, without him asking or fighting you for it, as though you had expected him to do it. He treasures these moments in your relationship where he begins to realize that habits between the two of you are beginning to grow and that you both are becoming used to being such an integral part of each other's lives.

He constantly tells you that you’re his everything and that all he does is for you and only you.

Study dates with him are entirely pointless as they never lead to actual studying as James cannot survive five minutes without your undivided attention on him. What do you mean you have to read a textbook for an hour? No periodic breaks to kiss your boyfriend or to coo at him? The only way actual studying will get done is if you promise him a kiss for every correct answer he gets—but we all know where that’s leading to.

He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ in the relationship. He would probably say it very quickly as he had known he loved you before the two of you dated, but he’s entirely fine with you wanting to take your time in dissecting your feelings for him.

Until you say it back, with every night and morning kiss, every departure before class, he’d whisper a giddy, ‘I love you, darling,’ to which you’d smile bashfully. Once you do say it back, he’s smiling like an idiot for two weeks straight. He would be almost annoying about it, like a child on Christmas Day. He’d tell you that he loves you repeatedly only to hear you say his four favourite words: ‘I love you too.’

[rosie-posie1313]

Draco Malfoy Fic Recs I 🐍

New Beginnings by @sapphicwhxre

Not Really Mine by @gobletofweasleys

Draco Malfoy Masterlist by @iliveiloveiwrite

Do You Know? By @omg-imatotalmess

Worthy by @thegryffindorprincess

Possessive by @potterlyimagines

Shake On It  by @avnkin

Wardrobe Malfunction by  @avnkin

It’s Only Quidditch by @adorerdraco

New Me by @fanfics4all

I don’t have a name for this by @delilahsroses

Whole Lot of Red by @adorerdraco

Not My Type (Like You) by @adorerdraco

You by @socontagiousimagines

Im here by @adorerdraco

Two In A Bed by @thegryffindorprincess

Being Draco’s Best Friend and Crush Would Include by @mellowsobri

Not What It Seems by @avnkin

SHE by @ginnyweasely

Skin  by @mirclealignr

Ravishing by @afeb

saccharine sunshine. By @thepuffyeyedpuff

looking at the moon, but seeing you by @rekrappeter

you don’t love me the way you love her by @theshiningg

Bored  by @malfoysstilinski

Draco Malfoy Oneshots Masterlist by  @Sapphicwhxre 

Draco Malfoy Masterlist by  @iliveiloveiwrite

Ravenwood by @will-on-the-internet

I Am Home by @afeb

dating draco malfoy would include… by @reidsmalfoy

Demanding Little Thing by @nebulablakemurphy

Potent by @baby-blossoms

sweatshirt by @badfvith

Distractions and O.W.L.S by @adorerdraco

Not Funny by @pufflyhallows

Not Funny by @somenewsarah

My Moon by @afeb

Dating Draco Malfoy would include.. By @essenceoflumos

engraved  by @dracowars

Kiss It Better by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

sweet mornings  by @scvrllet

Stargazing by @scvrllet

in her debt by @mirclealignr

Bad Faith  by @nebulablakemurphy

Betrothed by @somenewsarah

Close by @dracoscene

Connections by @randomoutsiders

YOU AND ME  by @dracoscene

back off  by @scvrllet

Spoiled  by @wondernimbus

four a.m by @malfoysstilinski

two sworn enemies by @wondernimbus

Yours and Mine; by @occlumencyneville

Healing Heart by @adorerdraco

the greatest seducer by @youralwaysandforever

Beautiful Ghosts by @missdawnandherdusk

Scars by @fuckingjimin

The Basilisk by @coffee-imagines

My Son by @miamlfy

Masterlist  by @socontagiousimagines

Happy Memories; by @occlumencyneville

Something There by @wizardwritings

Protective by @daydreaming-away-reality

Amortentia by @elena-reina

everything you didn’t say by @wondernimbus

Breaking point  by @wondernimbus

The bet by @shysneeze

Umbridge; by @occlumencyneville

Battleground by @wondernimbus

another summer morning by @wondernimbus

Rita Skeeter by @drac-ho

Fake kisses by @harrysweasleys

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include.... By @siriusly-lovely

Drowning  by @wreckofawriter

Maybe  by @wondernimbus

Words hurt  by @elena-reina

[sun-kissy]

heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!

yes, of course!! and thank you ♡

beautiful | j.p.

tw: fluff

snape!reader, james potter x reader

A frustrated sigh escapes Severus’ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lily’s body from where you’re laying on her lap as she laughs.

O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.

The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.

Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lily’s flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.

Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.

“If mother hadn’t instructed me to take care of you,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, “I would’ve tossed you into the black lake already.”

Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “You love me.”

“Lies.”

“You bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!”

“That was merely because-”

Your brother’s rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.

You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.

A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.

That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.

He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.

But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.

It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?

What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didn’t have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.

So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lily’s lap. “What?”

James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. “Y/n, I um… I asked if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?”

You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?

“But you like Lily!” you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. James’ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. “Lily? You think I like Lily?”

You were sure you’d get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. “So, you don’t like me, Potter?”

He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. “Redhead, you’re cool and all. But Y/n….” His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.

Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.

“Me?” you question slowly, suspiciously. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. “You like me?”

James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks he’d wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and he’d wait forever even if you said no.

Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.

You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brother’s hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. “Shut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.”

Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.

You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.

“Yes,” you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

“Yeah?” he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. “Alright, then. I’ll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He beams at you, and it’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen a person look before. “Bye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.”

James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.

A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.

You turn back to Severus, afraid of what you’d find. He’s gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.

“I’m sorry. If you’re not okay with it…”

“No. You are not going to bail out on him,” he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. You’re a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?”

You nod helplessly.

“And if what you want is Potter,” he sneers, “Then Potter it is. Just don’t expect me to play nice.”

A small smile graces your lips. “Thank you.” You know he’d understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.

You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, “Yes, yes. You’re welcome.”

Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. “This is awesome.”

“You’re just glad he doesn’t like you.”

“Am not!” she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.

You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe you’d give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.

[marvel-snape-writes]

just an idea - a situation where you have never referred to severus by name (only professor snape), and him going feral for you when you do say it in a one on one setting, if you catch my vibe 🙈

Watch Your Mouth

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuutty

3.7+ words

Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you enjoy it! 🫶

The marking of his students’ papers was growing monotonous and never-ending for the Potion’s Master. Even now cursing himself for the way he would always insist on himself to go through each and every paragraph of potion ingredients with a fine tooth comb. He muttered to himself as his eyes skimmed the text, then his eyebrow arched as he found himself impressed with a particular piece of work. He completed his first pile of books and then moved onto the next, huffing as he pushed one pile away and brought one closer.

A knock sounded upon his classroom door whilst he opened the first student’s book and his eyes briefly glanced over to it.

If they really want me, they’ll knock again, he thought to himself.

They did.

He exhaled slowly, almost irritably, and looked up properly this time, speaking loud enough so that his voice would carry to the door, “Come in,” He then mumbled under his breath, “If you really must.”

“Sorry to disturb you, Professor,” The voice spoke as a tall, dark haired woman entered the room without a moment of hesitation, “Oh, marking in your dinner hour?”

“My students appear to apply fifty fifty to either of the following; they simply lack common sense and therefore I need to doublecheck their pathetic attempts at stringing a sentence together or they host a little too much knowledge in that their writings are so… pointlessly long when they really could have summed it up in one or two paragraphs,” Snape spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone, “Either way meaning that I have to spend endless hours doing this.” He gestured toward the several piles of student books.

“And I assume your face tells them all that without you having to open your mouth.” She bit her lip to hide a grin.

Snape remained silent, jotting down something with his quill as he glanced back and forth over the written text in front of him.

“Nice candles in this dark dungeon, Professor,” She commented as she glanced around at the many lit candles scattered about the room, “Have you got enough of them?”

“They are to ward off unwanted visitors.” Severus replied bluntly.

“Oh, you don't need candles to do that.” She mumbled under her breath, her eyes still looking around the room.

“Was there something you needed from me, Miss Eleanor, or have you just come here to simply distract me from my work?” Snape asked in a flat tone, growing irritated by watching Eleanor wandering around his dungeon classroom.

“I just thought I'd drop by…” She was now behind him, “Since you have barely acknowledged my existence since… that night.”

“Forgive me if I have been a little invested in finding out exactly what level my fifth years are at prior to them taking their O.W.L.s.” He fought not to break character, though her words did cause a slight stir in him.

“You say the word and I will leave you be,” She placed a hand on his shoulder, “Relax, Professor.” She said with a gentle squeeze over his cloak, knowing full well he was the last person to relax in a situation like this, especially not on command.

Snape huffed quietly under his breath and pushed the books to one side, staying quiet for a few long moments until he felt Eleanor’s hand leave his shoulder, “Alright!” He spoke rather louder than intended, “Alright, I am sure this marking can… wait.” He turned his head to look up at her stood at the side of him.

“Wait for what?” She played dumb.

“What ever it is that you came here for.” He spoke in an oddly timid tone, almost as if there was a hint of fear within it.

“And what do you think I came here for?” She bit her lip, now standing with her hands on her hips.

“Do not play games with me,” Snape warned dominantly as he stood up, facing her, “I cannot stress how much I urge you to not-”

“Not play games with Professor Snape, hm?” She finished his sentence for him, her head now tilted upward as he towered over her.

“Let… me… finish,” He emphasised each word more than the last, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, I know how you like to finish, Professor…” Her lips curled into a smirk, “In my mouth.”

Snape’s throat suddenly became very dry and he hoped his face didn't look as warm as it felt. His hands both balled into fists and he struggled with how to respond, blinking hard as his mind helplessly transported itself back to that night. When he dared to look at her again, this wasn't helped by her saying,

“I can still feel the marks of your fingers on the back of my neck…” As she reached over one of her shoulders and lightly rubbed her fingertips back and forth over the red raised skin on her neck that his frantic fingers had caused whilst trying to hold her head in place that night.

“I… did not…” He cleared his throat sheepishly, trying to push down the knowing that her words’ effect would very soon show itself in his trousers, “D-Did not invite you in here to… to make mockery of me… in my own classroom…” It was as if trying to string a sentence together was suddenly a huge task.

“And, yet, you do not ask me to leave… Severus.” She spoke in a tauntingly seductive tone.

Though the way she had spoken would've made anything sound appealing, it was her calling him by his name that caught him off guard. Not once had she ever addressed him as anything other than ‘Professor Snape’ or just simply ‘Professor’, not even during that night. He didn't know if it was the shock of her calling him by his name and the knowing that she would be slightly afraid of how he would react to not being addressed by his usual title, or whether it was the intimacy of her now speaking to him on first name basis — something only those who he really let in would do in confidence.

His lips were still parted in brief shock as their eyes met again and he felt his heartbeat throb in his throat, urging him to respond to her new daring confidence of calling him by his name for the first time. He raised one of his large hands and cupped her cheek in it, both of them now as eager as each other for their lips to be pressed together.

“Do not think I forget how you pleaded,” She breathed against his lips, now standing on her tiptoes and placing her hands against his chest to secure herself in order to deliver a more firm kiss to his lips, “How you begged, Severus.”

“Watch your mouth.” Severus snarled against her lips, kissing her harder.

“What, watch my mouth now?” She asked in between kisses, “Or when it's filled with your cock?”

Severus felt a shiver down his spine and into the pit of his stomach. His cock jolted in his trousers, earning a shaky breath from his lips. Both of their eyes opened briefly, but the look on Severus’ face took Eleanor’s breath from her completely; she had never seen such want mixed with such a furious expression. Before she even had chance to question what was on his mind, it was soon answered for her when his lips crashed back down on hers at the same time his hands gripped her hips.

“Oh…” She gasped but it was barely audible, hearing a load of clattering on the floor whilst eagerly kissing him back and then quite literally allowing him to sweep her off her feet and place her on his desk.

Once upon it, arms snaked around his neck, it became rather apparent that he had swept all of his marked and unmarked books to the floor in one desperate motion. His hands switched to her thighs and he lifted them up, gesturing for her to hook them around his waist as they devoured one another’s lips.

“Mm.. are you sure you don’t want me on my knees again, Severus?” She spoke quickly in between kisses, her fingers tangled in his black hair whilst his were frantically trying to grab at the buttons of his trousers.

“No,” He answered almost immediately, popping the button and pulling down the zipper of his trousers desperately and inhaling shakily against her lips, “I’m going to fuck- you- senseless,” He emphasised each word with a harder kiss to her lips each time and then speaking lowly against them, “I suppose you’ve earned it.”

“Oh, earned it, have I?” Eleanor grinned, lightly grazing her fingernails against the nape of his neck and kissing him with parted lips as he began to whimper into her mouth, “Is this what a girl has to do to ‘earn’ Severus Snape’s cock?” She dug her nails in a little harder, “Just suck him off a few times?”

“That’s certainly a good start, Princess.” Severus growled against her lips, reaching under the hem of her skirt and tearing her underwear down her legs as their tongues tangled.

“I’m no fucking Princess, Severus.” Eleanor tugged at his bottom lip and dipped her hands into the front of his open trousers, repeatedly caressing her fingertips back and forth over his hardened length straining against the material of his boxers.

Severus hissed from the feeling and narrowed his eyebrows, already feeling precum seeping into the material as Eleanor practically jerked him off through them with the pressure she was now applying with her palm. If this had been the first time they had ever gotten intimate with each other, that would have been enough to get him off completely, and he hated that she was aware of that, too. Now he had built somewhat of a resilience to her touch, mainly her lips, causing him to last more than all of three pathetic seconds. Still, he didn't quite fancy his chances with the aroused state she had managed to get him in, in impressive timing.

“Enough.” He spoke lowly, pushing his own hand now between her legs, “In my classroom, you are whatever I say you are.”

Eleanor’s hand returned to her side and her legs parted more the higher his hand traveled, eventually gasping when she felt his fingertips lightly brush against her. She instinctively leaned up to press another kiss to his lips, purring against them as he continued to circle his fingertips.

“That’s right…” He whispered against her lips, “Just because I haven’t fucked you yet, doesn't mean this doesn't belong to me.”

“Fuck… me, Severus.” She gasped shakily, wrapping her legs around him and trying to bring him closer with her heels against his bottom. One of his fingers pushed inside her and curled each time she pleaded for him, making him smirk against her lips when she began to moan.

Without barely a second thought, he removed his hand completely and pushed her legs further apart, fumbling in the crotch of his underwear before thrusting himself forward in one, heavy motion. Eleanor gasped in pleasure and Severus gritted his teeth, exhaling shakily as he repositioned his hands on her thighs. Their eyes met for a brief moment before their lips smacked back together, desperately kissing one another as his desk began to move beneath them from his movements.

“Fuck, how do you feel even bigger than you do in my mouth…” She breathed against his lips, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Severus didn't answer. Instead, he bit down on her bottom lip harshly and earned a small squeal, speeding up his thrusts as he gripped onto her thighs harder. He pulled her a little further off the edge of the desk and moaned against her lips from the feeling of her legs tightening around him.

“Wh… where are we going?!” She gasped when she felt Severus lift her, now holding her around him as he spun them both around, “What’s this, a change of scenery from your desk to your board?” She asked through a muffled laugh as her back thudded against the display board fixed to the wall at the side of his desk.

“If you’re not a Princess, then don't expect to be fucking treat like one.” He grunted, pinning her against the board with his hips as his arms secured themselves around her.

“Mm.. yes, Professor.” Eleanor grinned and snaked her arms around his neck.

Her lips gradually parted as Severus’ relentless hips continued to slam upward against hers, her head falling slightly and her lips landing upon his neck. She suckled on the skin briefly before breaking the contact to gasp in pleasure from the impressive motions of Severus’ somewhat questionably inexperienced hips.

“Christ, if I’d have known you’d be this good to fuck, I'd have done it weeks ago…” Severus grumbled, feeling his cock pulsating in delight with each movement.

“Too much time spent with your cock in my mouth, hm?” She teased him, lifting her head so she could kiss his lips.

“I…” Severus swallowed hard, the images of her knelt in front of him now flooding his brain.

“This mouth?” She kissed him again, “How does it feel to kiss the mouth that has contained your cock so many times, hm?”

“Sh—Shut up.” He grunted.

“Do my lips taste of—”

“I said…” Severus butted in, inhaling sharply though clenched teeth. Though, he did think about it, only for a short while before their lips were pressed against one another again, “Shut. Up.”

Eleanor began to rock her hips down against his, creating a slight banging noise against the wall as the board behind her began to hit against it with each movement. The beads of sweat began to gather upon Severus’ forehead as they continued to kiss and moan in sync, surprising Eleanor at how quickly her orgasm began to approach. Unaware of how close Severus was, she squeezed her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his bottom and urging for him to keep going, as if her world would stop if he did.

“O-Oh, Prof…” Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she squeezed them shut, “Severus!” She half cried out in pleasure as her climax fell victim to his thrusts before he clasped a hand across her mouth in an attempt to quieten her, “Sev, Sev, Sev…”

“Mm… yes?” He asked wearily, pressing their lips together but growing dizzy from his own orgasm fast approaching and Eleanor continuing to address and moan at him by his first name certainly not helping.

“Do you enjoy the taste of your own cock against my lips?” She asked, smirking tauntingly against his lips.

Severus broke the kiss immediately and pulled back, now pressing his lips so tightly together that they turned white. He stopped moving his hips, careless of whether he was cutting the ride of her orgasm short, and unhooked her legs from around his waist, making her feet land back on the floor.

“On your knees,” He glared darkly, “Now.”

“Severus…” Eleanor inhaled shakily, her eyes daring to look up into his black ones.

“Knees.” He terrifyingly emphasised it this time, grumbling under his breath, “I want to cum.”

Eleanor nodded quickly and began to kneel in front of him, almost afraid that she would reach her orgasm again just from the way he was speaking to her. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently and parted her lips, flattening her tongue for him as their eyes met. Severus stepped closer to her and cleared his throat, glancing down at his angrily red length still glistening with the remanence of Eleanor’s orgasm, also a droplet of precum threatening to drip from the tip and land upon her tongue.

“Good girl,” Severus exhaled deeply once Eleanor had leaned forward to push the tip of his cock into her mouth, gently suckling on the head tenderly whilst making sure to massage her tongue against the underside.

“Mm, mm…” She made soft noises each time more pushed into her mouth, feeling his hands beginning to entangle themselves in her hair.

Severus’ head gradually tilted back more and more as his length slipped further into her mouth and he gripped her hair slightly tighter when the tip of his length touched the back of her throat. Eleanor raised one of her hands and wrapped it around the base of his cock, starting to bob her head back and forth over him and following the movements of her head with her fist.

“Now…” Severus exhaled shakily, trying to talk through the moan taunting his lips, “I ask you a similar question, you little brat…” He felt his breath hitch from her actions, “Do you enjoy the taste of my cock with you splattered all over it?”

Before Eleanor even had a chance to reply, he swatted her hand away from him and firmed his grip on her head. Eleanor gazed up at him with a willing expression and tightened her lips around him, the head of his length now lingering in her mouth as she teasingly traced the tip of her tongue back and forth over the leaking slit. That bolt of pleasure was enough for Severus to begin thrusting himself back and forth into her mouth, throwing his head back with painfully quiet shouts of bliss; afraid he would bring too much attention to his classroom if he did so, but unsure how long he could keep himself quiet. One of his hands slipped to the back of her neck and his fingertips began to re-raise the reddened lines on the back of her neck again.

“Fuck, fucking… fuck,” He grunted, his hair covering his face now as it whipped in time with his thrusts, “Agh!”

Eleanor’s eyes began to water from the force of his hips and the constant bounce of the tip against the back of her throat each time. Thankfully, she was used to his liking of her mouth, so his size wasn't that much of a surprise.

His hands began to tremble, hers now pressed against his thighs to keep herself still, and he felt the all-too-familiar warmth in his stomach rapidly begin to rise. His moans caught in his throat and he suddenly stopped his hips, leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth again and weakly gesturing down to her;

“Fu… fucking make me cum…” He could barely speak, his toes already curling in his shoes in anticipation.

Eleanor immediately obeyed his command as if it was second nature at this point and began to suck on the head whilst her hand frantically pumped up and down his entire length. It wasn't long before his cries of, “Oh, oh, oh-!” quickly developed into sticky warmth landing on her now flat tongue. She gazed up at him with heavy eyes and watched as his face screwed up in pleasure, hands shaking madly in her hair as he struggled to grip onto anything from the ecstasy now coursing through him.

“E-Eleanor, ugh!” He whimpered, now stumbling back slightly and catching himself with his hands weakly gripping the edge of his desk.

“Mmmh…” Eleanor gradually slowed down the movements of her fist but continued to wiggle her tongue against the sensitive ridge, making him twitch madly from the sensitivity of it.

“I-If I open my eyes and find that you have not had the decency to swallow what you caused, I shall have to put a stop to these… encounters.” He spoke still out of breath, leaning back against the desk as his heavy eyes opened.

He was met with the sight of Eleanor still on her knees and licking her lips before they settled into a proud grin, their eyes meeting. The sight alone sent a shiver down Severus’ spine, and he feared his cock would never soften if that image was forever in his mind.

“I hope this has allowed the encounters to continue, then.” She bit her lip, getting to her feet.

“It does make my dinner hour go rather quickly, and my students’ markings may suffer, but…” He sighed softly, watching as she stood.

Eleanor began to nonchalantly tuck him back into his underwear and fasten up his trousers, arching a brow as she looked up at him again, “But?”

“I suppose I can make an acceptation for something like this to take place again.” He replied in a calm tone, trying to ignore the feeling of her hands upon him still and trying to distract himself by looking at the time, “But, I am afraid I am going to have to ask yourself to leave my classroom… for now, at least.”

“Don’t strain yourself, Professor…” Eleanor jokingly rolled her eyes and fixed her dress properly, walking over to the door, “It is not good for a man of your age.” She giggled.

“Actually…” Severus spoke, his footsteps evidently close behind her and making her silently fear a loud verbal repercussion of her daring words. She stopped at the door and turned around to face him, raising her eyebrows, “Drop ‘Professor’. I liked it when you called me ‘Severus’.” He admitted.

“Oh?” Eleanor smirked, “I couldn't tell.” She spoke sarcastically.

“I would tell you to watch your mouth, Miss Eleanor, but I am actually rather fond of doing that myself.” He swallowed hard, his lip twitching.

“Mm…” She grinned, placing her hand on the door handle, “Have a good rest of your day.”

“And you, too.” Severus nodded.

“In fact, one more thing…” Eleanor quickly turned around and bent down, picking up the torn underwear that had been carelessly tossed to the floor from before and then standing up straight again. Severus’ eyes narrowed and his breathing suddenly quivered when he felt her finger push into the waistband of his trousers, then underwear, pulling it away from his skin slightly and tucking her underwear into the front of them, “This way, I can always be wrapped around your cock… Severus.” She spoke in a seductively smooth tone, quickly pecking his lips.

Severus barely had time to take a breath before she had left his classroom, let alone form a response. Instead, he watched her leave from the doorway; once again on his own, once again counting down the seconds until their next encounter, and once again visibly aroused.

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A Shadow Between the Shelves

Setting: soft!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names

Summary: Your library session takes an unexpected turn when the boy who’s been stealing your glances since day one catches your eye again. Curiosity leads you to him in a shadowy corner where he reveals a truth you never dared to imagine—he’s wanted you just as much. And how much he wanted you...

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Please be aware of the warnings before proceeding. If you are underage, sensitive to depictions of violence, or intense explicit content, it is do not to read further. This story is purely fictional and does not reflect or endorse such behavior in real life. Any attempt to replicate the actions described in this story in real life is strongly discouraged. Harry Potter and the Wizarding World is a trademark of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

It was a chilly Friday evening at Hogwarts, the autumn air had an earthy scent of falling leaves. The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students enjoying dinner, their laughter and conversation mingling with the occasional hoot of an owl delivering mail. You sat at your houses table, your hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, trying to summon the energy to face another evening learning for your O.W.L.s. Your friends chattered beside you, their voices a comforting hum in the background.

You looked around. Across the room sat Mattheo Riddle surrounded by his usual group of girls admiring him. He was the center of attention. As always. But you couldn't blame them, he looked perfect. His dark hair fell in unruly waves across his forehead, his sharp jawline accentuated by a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face. You had never spoken to him directly, but imagined him with you a million times. His perfect, soft lips against yours and-

“Y/N, are you even listening?” your friend nudged you playfully, breaking your trance.

“Huh? Sorry, what?” you asked, snapping your attention back to the present.

“I said we’re heading to the library. Are you coming?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied absentmindedly, your eyes drifting once more to him. Mattheo caught your gaze this time, his smirk deepening as he raised an eyebrow. Your cheeks burned, and you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

The walk to the library was brisk, the castle corridors echoing with the soft murmur of passing students and the occasional distant clatter of Peeves causing trouble. The flickering torchlight danced along the cold stone walls, casting long shadows as you and your friends made your way toward the towering double doors of the library.

Pushing them open, you were met with the familiar scent of parchment and the faint musk of aged wood. The library was quieter than usual, most students still lingering in the Great Hall or in their common rooms for the evening.

Your friends quickly claimed a table near the back, setting down their books and chattering softly about the topics they planned to review. You followed, dropping your bag onto the worn wooden surface and sinking into one of the chairs. The weight of your textbooks almost crushed you today and you sighed, resigning yourself to another evening of diagrams, definitions, and endless notes.

Yet, as you pulled out your wand to light the tip for better reading, you couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of being watched. A subtle, prickling awareness danced along the back of your neck. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as exhaustion or the aftereffects of your earlier encounter in the Great Hall.

But as your fingers absently flipped through the pages of your Potions textbook, your eyes flickered upward, scanning the quiet aisles of bookshelves. There, leaning casually against one of the towering shelves near the Restricted Section, was Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes gleamed with a knowing glint, and the shadow of that infamous smirk curved his lips.

You froze for a heartbeat, wondering if he’d followed you here—or if it was just an weird coincidence. Before you could decide, Mattheo tilted his head slightly, as if inviting you to figure it out for yourself. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he turned and disappeared between the rows of books, leaving you to wonder whether you should stay in your seat or follow where curiosity might lead.

Well, what could go wrong?

You decided to take a chance, and followed.

With a careful glance to be sure your friends were preoccupied, you set down your wand and quietly slipped from the table, following the path where Mattheo had vanished.

The soft glow of the library's enchanted lamps barely lit the shadowy aisles as you ventured deeper into the maze of bookshelves. The faint sound of Mattheo's steps against the floor guided you, steady and deliberate, until it stopped altogether. Your heartbeat quickened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flooding your senses.

"Looking for something?" Mattheo’s voice drawled, low and smooth, cutting through the stillness like a blade. You turned sharply, your breath hitching as you found him leaning against one of the shelves, arms crossed over his chest. The dim light softened the sharp angles of his face, but the intensity in his dark eyes was anything but gentle.

“I, uh…” you stammered, trying to piece together an excuse, but words failed you. His smirk widened, and he straightened, closing the distance between you with a few casual steps.

"You’ve been watching me," he said, his voice teasing but laced with something darker, something that made your stomach flutter and knot at the same time. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Your cheeks burned, and you dropped your gaze to the floor. "I wasn’t—"

“Oh, you were," he interrupted, his tone light but his presence overpowering. He tilted your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "And it’s cute."

His words sent a spark through you, a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “What do I want?” he repeated, as if tasting the words. "You.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, stealing the breath from your lungs. Before you could process it, he added, his voice softer now, “I’ve always thought you were cute, you know. The way you try so hard to keep to yourself, like you’re invisible. But you’re not. At least, not to me.”

His words were unexpectedly tender, his gaze softening for a moment as he studied your face. A warmth spread through you, melting away some of the tension in your chest.

“You know, I really don't care about the other girls. They're too easy to get. You, on the other hand," he paused, his eyes drifting down, studying the curve of your neck and the dip of your collarbone. “You look at me like you want to be devoured by me. And that makes you very intriguing, Y/n."

The sound of your name in his mouth was a revelation. It rolled off his lips, smooth and velvety, the vowels deepening into a growl at the end.

"Why are you telling me this now?” you whispered.

Mattheo stepped closer, his scent—woodsy and faintly spiced—enveloping you. “Because I wanted to,” he said simply, his voice steady. “Because I think you needed to hear it.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears as his hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The gesture was almost gentle, but his eyes darkened as they lingered on yours.

The softness in his expression hardened into something sharper, hungrier. His hand slid from your face to your back, pulling you against him in one swift motion. The sudden closeness left you breathless, and before you could protest or even think, his lips crashed onto yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was demanding, possessive, and sending shockwaves through your body. His hands gripped you firmly, one on your waist, the other threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your mind spun, torn between shock and the undeniable heat of his touch. This is what you've been dreaming of. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that left you breathless, his presence overwhelming every sense. It was as if he wanted to consume you, to claim you entirely in that moment.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his dark eyes blazing as they locked onto yours. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you baby?” he murmured, his voice rough and tinged with something dangerous. His thumb brushed your swollen lower lip, his gaze following the movement with an almost predatory focus.

"Look at you—your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen, and fuck, I just know that you want me, don't you?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back as his mouth descended on your neck. A gasp tore from your throat, and before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on a small table pushed against one of the bookshelves. The wood dug into your thighs, but you barely registered the discomfort. You were too caught up in the sensations flooding your mind and body.

Mattheo’s teeth grazed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips and tongue danced along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You clutched at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as his lips traveled down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Oh god Mattheo,” you gasped, unable to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

"Shhhhh quiet darling, or the others will hear you," Mattheo whispered against your skin. He smiled against your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine.

"And I know you’re just dying for my cock, aren't you, princess?”

“M-Mattheo, w-we shouldn’t,” you tried to protest, your voice breathless. But Mattheo didn’t let you finish. He pulled up your skirt, pushing it to your waist in one swift motion.

His free hand found the front of your underwear and, with a wicked smirk, he rubbed over your pussy. "Oh, my little angel, you're so wet for me," he purred, his eyes burning with lust as he looked into yours. "Fuck, I've wanted you since the day I saw you."

His hand pulled back, and he slipped his fingers into the top of your panties. You watched in disbelief as he licked his fingers clean, the sound making you even wetter for him. Then, before you knew it, his fingers were back against you, rubbing your clit in soft circles.

"Fuck, Mattheo," you moaned again, unable to help it this time.

He knelt down on one knee, his head now perfectly aligned with the height of the table. His other leg remained on the floor and his free arm held you tightly against him.

"Say it louder," he growled, his fingers moving faster, rubbing harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh god!"

With a dark smirk, he pulled his fingers away. You yelped in surprise. He grinned at the expression, and then his head dipped below your waist.

"Oh fuck," you gasped as his tongue found your clit.

The pleasure was unlike anything you've ever felt. You gasped again as his tongue flicked over you again, your hands threading through his hair. You couldn't help it as you tugged on his hair, pressing his tongue against your clit as hard as you could.

But Mattheo was one step ahead of you. He pulled away, leaving you panting. "My little princess wants more, huh?"

"Oh fuck—please, please, Mattheo." Your voice cracked as you begged him for more.

Mattheo grinned up at you, his tongue licking his lips. "Say please again."

"Please," you gasped. And before you could say another word, his mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking. His fingers found your entrance, and he shoved two inside of you.

“Oh god, oh god—oh fuck!" Your voice rose in pitch, and you clutched his hair again, pressing his mouth against you as hard as you could.

But before you could come, he pulled away again. He stood up and grinned at the look on your face. You looked down at him and noticed a large bulge had formed in his pants.

"Fuck, you look hot like that," he murmured, looking you up and down. "but you need to wait until I let you come."

Mattheo undid his belt and pulled at the button of his pants, undoing them with one quick move. His cock was hard and bigger than you expected, the tip already dripping with precum.

"I want to hear you say it," he said while he pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. "Beg me to fuck you, princess."

"I—oh god—Mattheo—please fuck me—" you gasped out in a string of words, desperate to have him inside of you.

He smiled as he came closer to you, pushing your legs apart and placing himself between them. You held onto his shoulders as he shoved your underwear aside with the other arm. He teased the entrance of your pussy with his cock, making you squirm in his arms. He pressed a kiss to your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps rise up on your arms.

"You want my cock, don't you baby?" he asked under his heavy breath, and you nodded. "Then say it."

"Yes-" you gasped.

"Not like that, princess," he murmured. "I want to hear you beg me."

"Please—" you said again, the word slipping out in frustration. "Fuck me Mattheo—please, fuck me."

"That's my good girl." He growled as he shoved his cock into you, filling you completely. You cried out in surprise at the sudden stretch, and Mattheo paused for a second, giving you time to adjust. Then, he pulled out of you, and pushed back in with more force than before. His movements started slow, but soon became harder and faster.

He kissed your lips, and then your neck again, his teeth nipping at you every so often. The sensation of him inside you, his mouth on you, his hands on your skin, was almost too much to bear.

"Mmmm, god you're tight," He moaned, pushing his cock even further inside you. "You feel so fucking good, you know that princess?"

"Fuck Mattheo—" you cried out again, the orgasm starting to build. You tugged on his hair again, and he moaned against you.

"You're mine now," He whispers in your ear, as he started to increase the pace. "You're mine, and no one else’s—"

You felt his body tense against you, and his thrusts became faster and harder. His mouth pulled away from your neck and pressed against your ear again.

"God, you take my cock so well, do you?" he groaned out. "Yes, you’re a good girl—fuck—"

He trailed off, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

"Come for me, princess—" Mattheo growled, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit. "Show me what you always wanted."

Your orgasm crashed through your body, almost as if it was waiting for him to say something to make it happen. You screamed out in pleasure as your body tightened and shuddered around his cock, the sensation of it throbbing inside of you too much to bear.

"Fuckkk—" he hissed as he pushed his cock as far into you as possible. You felt him shoot inside you, his hot cum filling your insides.

He stayed like that for a minute, his cock pulsating inside of you, as if savoring the moment. Finally, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed.

"You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?" he said as he fixed his clothes. You watched in awe as he buttoned up his pants and pulled his belt around him. You had never seen anything so sexy in your life.

You said nothing, unsure how to answer. He smirked and then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, helping you dress yourself back up.

“Do you think sombody heard us?" You asked, suddenly worried.

"Maybe." He paused and then cupped your face, his smile softening into something softer. "But maybe I surrounded us with a quietness spell."

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