#Sinistra in tilt

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https://roma.corriere.it/notizie/politica/24_dicembre_22/bella-chat-giannini-naufragio-fe81b63c-f015-4742-a5b6-d41106da9xlk.shtml

E pure Bella chat, alla fine, è stata travolta dalla maledizione della Favola delle api. L’ha scritta Bernard de Mandeville, nel 1705. L’alveare prospera, sotto il tallone di un lavoro spietato, con pochi che si arricchiscono sfruttando i più, tra vizi, imbrogli, miserie, lussi e disperazione. Eccola allora la rivoluzione dei probi: ora l’onestà regna, l’uguaglianza tra le api pure, ma, rapidamente, più nessuno fa nulla, tutto decade, l’alveare crolla. Avverte il filosofo: «Abbandonate dunque le vostre lamentele, o mortali insensati! Invano cercate di accoppiare la grandezza di una nazione con la probità. Occorre che esistano la frode, il lusso e la vanità, se noi vogliamo goderne i frutti».

Cinico e iperbolico, de Mandeville, ma sta di fatto che anche l’ultimo tentativo di far nascere l’Uomo Nuovo (o la Donna Nuova), con una chat creata da Massimo Giannini il 25 aprile scorso, ha fatto naufragio, sfregiato soprattutto, in conclusione, da liti feroci su Israele. È proprio il fondatore ad abbandonare la nave: «Amiche ed amici, con grande dispiacere e rammarico, vi informo che dopo quest’ultimo messaggio lascio questa chat. L’idea che l’aveva fatta nascere era un’altra, ma constato che nel tempo si è irrimediabilmente perduta, sicuramente anche per responsabilità di chi l’aveva lanciata. Per quanto mi riguarda, mi fermo qui». Ma insomma, che accidenti è successo? La partenza era stata in grande spolvero. Un confronto per la democrazia e contro le tentazioni di rigurgiti neofascisti. Già si parlava di organizzare convegni, e c’era pure chi immaginava la nascita di un nuovo partito. Un migliaio di partecipanti, tanti nomi prestigiosi, non facile dire se con il ruolo di promotori o invece di semplici invitati. Carlo De Benedetti, Romano Prodi, Massimo D’Alema, Giuseppe Sala, Stefano Bonaccini, Pierluigi Bersani, Fausto Bertinotti, Walter Veltroni, Elsa Fornero, Sigfrido Ranucci, Corrado Formigli, Concita De Gregorio, Bianca Berlinguer, Donata Scalfari e tantissimi altri. A dire la verità già all’inizio gran parte dei nomi più noti si guardavano bene dall’intervenire. E anzi, sconcertati dalla valanga di Bip! che inondavano i cellulari, in parecchi, con garbo, auguravano buon lavoro a tutti e si staccavano dalla chat. Anche perché l’unanimità si era raggiunta soltanto contro l’Autonomia differenziata, e per il resto l’effetto sfogatoio, pieno di frecciatine, non aveva faticato a prendere il sopravvento. Ed è vero anche che si trattava di una chat aperta, dove ognuno poteva invitare chiunque, l’amico, il vicino, il parente, e guai a dire di no alle masse. Ma va da sé che l’effetto stadio si moltiplica. E quindi, dopo un po’ di complimenti reciproci, perché era proprio ora, c’era davvero bisogno che qualcuno alzasse la voce, si era rapidamente passati, come da tradizione, a discutere sulle colpe storiche di una sinistra che ha smarrito principi e ideali, per diventare piaciona e salottiera, se non affarista e attaccata alle poltrone. Ma è soprattutto sulla tragica vicenda mediorientale che la chat è esplosa. David Parenzo contro le «teste di Gaza». Rula Jebreal pubblica foto di bambini palestinesi uccisi: «Ecco cosa vi dovrebbe offendere! Provate a misurare la vostra moralità e umanità». Tal Simone: «Lei mi ha dato del genocida e ora dovrei vergognarmi io». «Vergognati!». «Lei ci ha insultati tutti. Basta». Emanuele Fiano: «Io sono il presidente di Sinistra per Israele e sono stato accusato di essere “per il genocidio”, accusa infamante». Rula Jebreal: «C’è un ampio consenso popolare per il genocidio a Gaza». «Lei insulta. Ogni tanto chiedere scusa non è una vergogna. Ci provi». «Sostenere uno Stato che sta commettendo uno sterminio è direttamente proporzionale a sostenere lo sterminio». «Ma veramente non capisci il valore di quello che dici?». E addio al proposito della chat di stringere nell’angolo Giorgia Meloni. Va da sé che basta, non poteva durare e forse, con il senno di poi, non doveva nemmeno cominciare. Anche l’ultima utopia, per quanto relegata nell’ambito virtuale di una chat, va in soffitta. L’aveva predetto Jean-Jacques Annaud, il regista del film Il nemico alle porte, sulla battaglia di Stalingrado. Eccolo il monologo del commissario politico, prima di morire vittima consapevole del proiettile del cecchino nazista: «Sono stato così sciocco Vassili. L’uomo sarà sempre l’uomo. Non esiste l’uomo nuovo. Con tanta fatica abbiamo provato a creare una società che fosse giusta, dove non c’è niente da invidiare al tuo compagno, ma ci sarà sempre qualcosa da invidiare: un sorriso, un’amicizia, qualcosa che non hai e di cui ti vuoi appropriare. In questo mondo ci saranno sempre i ricchi e i poveri. Ricchi di talento, poveri di talento. Ricchi d’amore, poveri d’amore».

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What's My Name? - R.B.

Bully!Regulus Black x fem!reader

summary: you’ve befriended the emeralds and few other Slytherin’s. Regulus is drawn to you like a magnet, but knows you have no business associating with them or their families, so he tries to scare you off. It backfires spectacularly.

cw: MDNI 18+ Regulus tries to white fang you. degradation, bullying, toxic relationships and friend groups, future death-eaters, trauma, Black Family Angst, choking, dry-humping, p in v sex

an: Ik everyone has a different marauders!era slytherin group, so here’s a quick breakdown of my personal headcanon:

Inner circle: Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Pandora, and Dorcas Meadowes (the emeralds)

Outer circle: Severus Snape, Avery, Mulciber, Emma Vanity, Charity Burbage, Aurora Sinistra, and Wilkes.

Circle-adjacent: Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, and the Marauders

There is also the much darker group with Rabastan Lestrange, Thorfinn Rowle, and the Carrow’s, who actively prey on some of the others for Voldemort’s Cause.

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No matter how hard Regulus tried, you refused to leave his orbit. You had no business affiliating with him and his friends, and had no idea what that affiliation truly meant. It meant darkness. It meant bloodshed. It met imminent and very real danger. A war was brewing right under your nose.

Regulus had been born and bred for this, as had most of his friends, but you…you were an innocent. Intelligent, witty, trusting. As much as he tried not to care, he couldn’t stand to watch your light be snuffed out for simply existing around them: metaphorically or literally.

But no matter how many times Regulus tried to run you off, spare you from what came next, you would not heed. In fact, you seemed to take his animosity as a challenge, leaving him in the predicament of being your unwitting adversary.

You were in the Slytherin common room now, curled up by the fireplace with Pandora, Evan, Barty and a few others, doing more gossiping than studying despite the piles of books and parchment on the floor around you. The greenish light of the lake contrasted with the glow of the fire against your face, creating an otherworldly halo around you.

You hair was pulled back, revealing the slender curve of your neck, the dip in your v-neck sweater where a silver pendant rested against your clavicle.

You laughed at whatever terrible joke Barty made and Regulus rolled his eyes, turning back to the spell book in his lap. He was studying alone, having told Evan a number of times to fuck off and let him work on his assignments in peace.

“Regulus!” Emma called suddenly, and he cringed, pretending he didn't hear his Quidditch captain. “Reg!” She called again.

He closed his eyes, willing them all to disappear.

“Regulus fucking Black!” She hollered, loud enough for the whole common room to fall silent.

He clapped his book shut and stalked over to where you all were sitting, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other clamped on his book.

“Yes?” He droned, leaning against the arm chair Emma was sitting in.

“Can you help me with this?” Emma asked, holding up her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

Annoyance prickled along his skin. “What good is a genius pet if she doesn't help with your work?” He asked, leveling you with his coldest stare.

You tilted your head, eyes flicking from his black, curly hair to his leather shoes, and didn't respond.

“She said she wouldn't help me,” Emma pouted.

“I said I wouldn't do it for you,” you corrected.

“Barty, then?”

“No can do, Reg,” Barty responded, coughing up a lungful of pungent smoke, waggling a joint in Regulus’ direction.

Emma waved the smoke from her face. “Will you help, Reg? I have to get a good grade in the class or I could lose my spot on the team. And you know these lot are useless at spells.”

He sighed and took the assignment from her hands, flipping through the pages. It was rudimentary work, things she really should know in order to defend herself.

“Can't help you,” Regulus said, handing it back to her. “If you can't do this, maybe you should be demoted.”

The group ooooh’d at his dig.

“Reg!” Emma whined.

“Ignore him, Em. Not everyone takes to dark magic as easily as the ancient and most bitchy house of Black,” you quipped, narrowing your eyes at him.

Regulus resisted the urge to clench his jaw, feigning the nonchalance you wore like a second skin. The group swiveled to look at him.

“All magic, really. But thank you, darling,” he purred, winking at you.

“You should have seen Sirius in advanced Transfiguration last semester, he's a natural. Truly a gifted wizard,” you continued.

“Hot as fuck, too,” Evan added, just to dig the knife in a little deeper.

Regulus’ blood began to simmer, his temperature rising beneath his dark robes. He tsked under his breath, shaking his head. “I thought you'd be smart enough to not fall for his clown act.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Evidently not.”

“I wouldn't touch a Black with a twenty foot pole,” you replied, leaning back on your hands, stretching your long legs out in front of you, your skirt sitting high on your thighs.

“Who said anything about a pole?” Regulus replied, mimicking your condescending head tilt.

The group snickered, watching your verbal sparring like it was a duel.

“You sound a bit jealous, Reggie. Need a little attention?”

Reggie. His mask nearly slipped, he was so caught off guard by the nickname on your sharp tongue. “May as well, since you give it out so freely.” He glanced down at your shapely legs, punctuating his point.

Your head fell back as you laughed, your chest pressing up and tits bouncing, and he felt an irritating kick in his trouser as the heat of his anger took a new, sinful shape.

“It's the 70’s, love. Are you still so prudish?” You lifted your head, pining him with eyes fierce enough to cleave him in half.

He smirked. “Far from it. Just selective.”

“Don't see much of a selection to chose from,” you chuckled, earning another spike of laughter from the group. “What I see is a spoiled youngest son with nothing better to do than needle the people around him to fill the hole in his chest.” You got to your feet, shouldering your bag.

Regulus felt like he'd been punched clean through the sternum, your words never failing to cut to the quik.

“Spoken by a girl with nothing better to do than fish for a rich husband that might save her from her home in the gutter. Trust me, nothing can fill the hole of inadequacy, y/l/n.”

You stepped over Evan and Barty's tangled limbs and left without another word, leaving Regulus’ cruelty to echo off the glass and stone, the group silent.

Regulus turned on his heel and disappeared into the boys dormitory, guilt dogging every step.

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The Quidditch match was in full swing, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the score was neck and neck. It was up to Regulus and the Gryffindor Seeker now, since neither team could get a leg up through the rings.

You sat in the stands sipping hot chocolate with Marlene, Pandora, and Dorcas, Barty pouting to your left because he couldn't sit with Evan in the Slytherin stands.

Regulus hovered a few meters away, his eyes trained upwards, catching every falling leaf and ripple of air around him. You hated how handsome he looked in his Quidditch robes, his lean body relaxed on the broom despite the stakes.

That was Regulus, un-fucking-shakeable. And it drove you insane that you could never get a rise out of him, but he managed to needle one out of you time and time again.

He was as relentless as a northern wind, and you couldn't help but be swept away.

His dark curls framed his angular face, those perpetually sleepy eyes the most arresting green. Sure, everyone thought Sirius was hot, but Regulus was beautiful, ethereal almost, and he wrapped around your mind like a constrictor.

You watched as the other Seeker suddenly took off above the Hufflepuff stands, in pursuit of something, and the Gryffindor stands cheered. But Regulus remained motionless, watching his opponent like a cat trailing a mouse. Even as Slytherin urged him to take up the chase, he remained unmoved, bidding his time.

His bottomless patience would be awe-inspiring if it wasn't so damn frustrating.

You wouldn't have an issue with Regulus, maybe even could have been friends with him, if he hadn't taken issue with you first. You had no idea what his fucking problem was, whether it was because your family was poor, you had better grades than him, or what. He loathed you from the moment you showed up in the Slytherin common room, and you've yet to receive an explanation.

You'd been saddled with a one-sided rivalry, but you'd be damned if you let him defeat you now after a full semester of back and forth.

The other Seeker pulled up short, whipping his head around like he'd lost something, and you saw Regulus crack a smirk, his canines white and sharp.

Regulus turned his head suddenly, quick like a bird, and then he was off in a blur of motion. His opponent was all the way across the pitch, entirely too far to get there in time.

A moment later— “Regulus Black has caught the snitch for 150 points! Slytherin wins!”

The Slytherin stands erupted with cheers while every other house booed, including your own. But you knew a Slytherin victory meant a rager in the dungeons, so you kept your lips sealed.

Instead, you watched Regulus land at the center of the pitch, the golden snitch held lazily between his pointer finger and thumb above his head. Any other Seeker would have been parading around the field, or flying in wide circles over the stands, screaming their head off, but Regulus was silent. His victory spoke for him.

Although, you knew he'd still be smug as fuck later.

As soon as the stands began to drain, you, Pandora, and Barty caught up with the rest of your Slytherin friends, all of them buzzing about the victory, even melancholic Severus. By the time you all reached the dungeons, a party was already in full swing.

Music thrummed along the walls, so loud it caused ripples in the Black Lake, making the emerald-tinged moonlight shift and dance along the floor. You happily accepted a shot of gin, then another before letting Evan cajole you out onto the dance floor.

Sweat pooled along your spine as the music wore on, your hair wild and loose down your back as you danced, electric energy flowing through you.

A cheer came up from the entrance and everyone turned towards the commotion. The Slytherin Quidditch team strode into the room, black robes billowing behind them. Regulus stood at the front, of course. Even from several meters away, you could see the confident glimmer in his eyes, the arrogant tilt of his chiseled jaw.

Fucking Black’s.

Like a magnet, his eyes found yours across the room, and you nearly tripped over Evan’s feet at the venom they held. But he looked away as quickly as he found you, getting swept up by the crowd and disappearing from your line of sight.

You tracked down another shot and rejoined Evan and Barty on the dance floor, squished between them in a tangle of limbs. Impossible to tell who’s hands were where, just a mess of sensation and touch. The temperature in the common room was rising expontentially, so you shed your sweater, leaving you in your skirt and a white camisole, sweat making the fabric cling to your skin.

A few songs passed like that, and a blonde guy you barely know, Rowle, you thought, took your friends place when they tapped out to smoke. You rolled your body against his, enjoying the way his thick muscles felt beneath his robes, the hungry way he was staring down at you. But you were about ready to take a break yourself, the musky smell of weed calling your name from across the room, when the hair on the back of your neck suddenly rose.

You looked around, searching for the source of your bodies response, when you locked eyes, once again, with Regulus.

He was sitting in a circle of couches against the glass wall with your shared friends, a halo of smoke around his head, a girl perched on his lap, sucking at his neck while he took a drag off of a cigarette. But his eyes were glued to you, tracking every movement you made with the same intensity he tracked the golden snitch.

Confidence wafted through you, and you wrapped your arms around your dance partners neck, letting him dip you so low your hair pooled on the floor, your tits nearly falling out of your shirt. You rolled back up slowly, articulating every vertebrae in your spine until you were chest to chest with your partner, sharing the same breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Regulus choke on the smoke, dislodging the girl from his skin, and you smirked.

You let your partner turn you, showing every angle of your body, and you dropped low, circling your hips in time with the resinous goth song as you rose back up.

Regulus' cigarette hung limp between his fingers, his perfect jaw a little slack.

Emboldened, you broke away from your partner, letting yourself get lost in the sensuous, thrumming beat. Your arms rose above your head, your shoulders and hips swaying in time. It felt like you were hypnotizing him, his eyes glued to every undulation of your hips, and you couldn't recall a time where you felt more alive.

Too soon, though, the music changed to a more electro-pop vibe, and you slipped reluctantly off the dance floor, the taste of smoke beckoning you across the room.

You sauntered over to the circle, pointedly ignoring Regulus as you approached.

“There she is,” Even cooed, extending an arm to you. “You looked amazing out there.”

You smiled, sliding into his lap and taking a drag from the joint between his fingers. “Thank you, lovely.” You smiled sweetly up at him, and you could have sworn he started drooling.

“Feels even better,” Barty teased, sprawled out on the couch beside Evan, clearly a little too inebriated already.

You winked at him, and he flushed a deep scarlet. Pandora, who was resting on the floor between Dorcas’ legs, chuckled at his expense.

Regulus was quiet, per usual, watching as the group chattered around him, turning the golden snitch he caught over and over in his long fingers.

The smoke made your mind a little hazy, your tired muscles from dancing going loose, and you sagged into Evan’s side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Regulus’ fingers tightened on the snitch, his jaw feathering, and your stomach swooped with nervous excitement. You’d never been able to rattle him before. Had you finally knocked the monolithic Regulus Black off of his axis?

“Reg, why so quiet?” Evan asked, nudging his leg with his boot.

Regulus raised a brow. “What would you like to talk about, Rosier? Fucking Junior? Or eye-fucking y/l/n?”

“We can talk about eye-fucking y/n.” Evan winked down at you, and you rolled your eyes. Avery barked a laugh from his spot on the other side of Regulus.

“Yes, let's,” Barty added, raking his willowly fingers through your hair draped over Evan’s arm. You hummed under the attention, knowing it was all in good, hedonistic Slytherin fun.

Well, almost all in good fun.

As always, Regulus couldn't let your ego inflate too much. “It's hard not indulge in a little novelty, no matter how ineffectual.”

Ouch. His words landed like barbs on your skin, but you ignored him, leaning into Barty’s attention with light moan.

Regulus shifted a little in his seat, his hands falling over his lap, and you nearly smiled. Regulus may act all high and mighty, but he wasn't impervious.

“Look at you,” Even purred, blowing smoke over your heated skin, your decolletage exposed as you stretched towards Barty. “Prettiest girl at Hogwarts, stretched across my lap.” You flushed, squirming a little in his lap, and Evan groaned. “You're torturing me, baby.”

Barty tugged on your hair, sending a skitter of pleasure down your spine and craning your head back even further. “Oh, keep doing that. He loves being tortured.”

“What a good girl,” Regulus hummed, and your pussy throbbed, soaking through your underwear. It was a rush, being admired by the heirs of some of the most powerful families in the magical world. But hearing those sweet words from Regulus, twisted into degradation, did sick things to your mind. “She's on track to graduate with her perfect, filthy-rich husband, and spend the rest of her days as mindless, fertile eye candy.”

You flinched, not that the boys noticed, and sat up a little, suddenly self-conscious in your barely-there shirt.

“We volunteer,” Avery and Wilkes said at the same time.

Evan’s arm tightened around you. “You'll have to pry her from my cold, dead hands,” he replied.

Claustrophobia clawed at your throat, but you couldn't let Regulus know how thoroughly he'd flipped your night upside down.

Wilkes drew their wand, pointing it at Evan’s head. “That can be arranged.”

“A no-name isn't worth it, children,” Regulus sneered. “Save your Azkaban trips for nobler pursuits than cunt.”

That's it. You swung your legs to the ground and rose, stalking towards Regulus. The group whistled and hooted, excited by the oncoming storm of drama.

You climbed into Regulus’ lap, straddling him and stealing the golden snitch from his hands. He was warm and solid beneath you, his expensive, amber cologne swirling with the smoke to create an addicting combination.

His hands immediately fell to your bare thighs, the cold of his rings biting into your heated flesh. His green eyes darkened, lids growing heavy as he looked up at you, his ebony lashes casting delicate shadows over his cheeks.

“Regulus Black,” you murmured in his ear while loosening his tie. His hands tensing on your thighs for a split second before he relaxed them. “You will never find someone that can withstand your thorns the way I do.”

He loosed a breath, chin lifting a little closer to your face like a wilted rose tilting towards the sun.

“You will never scare me off.” You brushed your nose along his temple, feeling his heart rate increase, his breath turn shallow. “I will ruin you, and you will thank me for it.”

Before he could respond, you slipped away, taking his prize snitch with you all the way to Ravenclaw Tower. Unreachable, even for the boy that had everything.

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Regulus turned your words over and over in his mind, an endless, torturous loop. The others seemed obvious to his torment, prattling on and on while he burned through cigarette after cigarette, his tongue raw and throat scratchy.

Nothing would numb the ache on his chest, the pulsing strain of his cock beneath his robes. He'd already been painfully hard watching you move, watching you stretch across Evan and Barty like a contented kitten, preening under their devoted attention.

But when you climbed into his lap…fuck.

He was a heartbeat away from coming in his pants. One roll of your hips and he would have been done for, and you had no idea.

Or, maybe you did.

I will ruin you.

It was a miracle that you'd climbed off of him and stormed away, because the only thought he could formulate was please.

Eventually, he couldn't fucking take it anymore. He didn't even say goodnight to his friends, just disappeared into the dormitory and locked the door behind him.

He shirked his robe and grabbed a spare Slytherin scarf from his drawer. He flopped onto his bed and freed his aching cock, the head and angry red and shiny. He wrapped the scarf around it, squeezing hard for a semblance of relief.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, pumping his cock slowly as your voice filled his mind again, the feeling of your weight on top of him, your sweet breath on his neck, your perfume rewiring the synopsis in his brain.

His hand started to move quicker, breath coming out in desperate pants. He imagined licking across your dewy chest, tasting the salt on your skin, gin on your tongue. Blowing his cigarette smoke over your naked body, into your open mouth. So eager and flayed open for him to ravage—his innocent lamb to ruin.

“Fuck, y/n!” Your name wrenched itself from his throat as he came hard into his scarf, imaging it was deep inside your greedy cunt. His whole body shuddered with the force of it, his jaw hanging open as he pumped himself through the orgasm until he'd milked every drop from himself, wondering if your pussy, your mouth, would do the same.

He slumped back onto the pillows, completely exhausted, and shoved the scarf under his bed.

You were right, you would fucking ruin him, ruin his plans. And he wasn't sure if he hated or loved you for it.

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Regulus avoided you for two weeks after that party, going so far as to skip your shared Potions class entirely. It was for the better really, you still felt a little raw after that night, the dull ache of his words combined with the unresolved arousal has left you out of sorts, to put it mildly.

If you ran into him, you weren’t sure if you’d throttle or fuck him to death.

Your friends were beginning to grow suspicious of his absence, and your squirrely behavior, and, unbeknownst to you, they set a trap to bring this stand-off to a finish once and for all.

Pandora chatted animatedly beside you as you walked together down the stairs to the dungeon, ranting about something Aurora did to piss her off. When you arrived to the dungeon, she suddenly paused to tie her shoelace, waving for you to go on ahead of her into the common room.

You did, and the large green door swung shut behind you.

“No! Fuck, Dora!” Regulus was right there, banging his fist on the door.

You looked around, bewildered, only to find the common room completely deserted. Except for Regulus, of course.

“Move,” you hissed, withdrawing your wand.

“I tried everything,” Regulus huffed, a hand raking through his dark hair.

“I said move,” you repeated, pointing your wand at him.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, walking back into the common room. He dropped onto the couch by the fireplace, retrieving his book.

You threw every spell you could think of at the door, but it simply wouldn’t budge. “What the fuck!” You shouted, nearly throwing your wand across the room out of frustration.

“They left us a note,” Regulus said, not looking up from his reading.

You stalked over to him, finding an open piece of parchment on the coffee table. Immediately, you recognized Pandora’s loping hand.

“Just bone already.” You read aloud, and scoffed. “What the fuck does that mean?” You glared at Regulus, as if he was somehow responsible, but he still didn’t look up.

“I suspect they’re tired of our bickering,” he replied, turning the page.

“And what does locking us in the dungeon together accomplish?” You couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe they’d lock you in a dungeon with your fucking nemesis. Your school yard bully. The bane of your goddamn existence.

Regulus shrugged. “Maybe they think you’ll kill me.”

You let out an exasperated sound and stormed away from him, trying the door to the girls dormitory.

“Locked,” he called a millisecond after you tried the handle.

“Maybe I am going to fucking kill him,” you muttered to yourself. Resigned, you sat on a chair by the glass wall, as far away from him as you could possibly get, and sulked.

You had no clue how much time passed, the only light filtering in through the murky lake. The cold leeched through the glass, chilling you to the bone, but you refused to move closer to him. You’d freeze to death in here if you had to.

“Y/l/n,” Regulus said after the fifth full body chill wracked through you. “Come sit by the fire.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you bit back, and he snorted.

“Fine, freeze.” He returned to his book, not sparing you another glance.

Your hands started to ache from the cold, your jaw sore from your teeth chattering together. With a sigh, you got up and crossed the room. Regulus still didn’t look up, though you could feel his attention shift to you as you sat directly in front of the fire, holding your hands out to it.

“You really think they’ll leave us in here all night?” You asked, staring at the dancing flames.

“Absolutely,” Regulus answered, lowering his book to his lap.

You sighed, resigned. The only way out is through. “I’ll start.”

He tilted his head, dark brows drawing together in suspicion.

You cursed under your breath, and dove headfirst. “I don’t understand why you’re so shitty to me,” you blurted, refusing to look at him. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

He was quiet for so long, you finally caved and glanced over at him, only to find him staring back at you, expression unreadable.

“Regulus,” you huffed, frustrated.

“Y/n,” he mocked, and your stomach flipped despite his attitude. He’d never used your first name before.

“Just fucking talk to me.” You straightened your spine, folding your legs on the ground underneath you, the fire at your side.

He stared at you for a few more moments, his eyes dancing back and forth, before he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book.

“You’re a lot of things, Black, but I didn’t take you for a coward.”

His eyes flickered with anger, but he didn’t bite.

“Reg,” you murmured, softening your voice, and he rolled his eyes, the most unbelievably bored expression on his face. You shifted your weight, placing your hands on the ground, and lifted to your knees. Slowly, you began to crawl to him, being careful to not sway your hips too much, and he broke after only a few seconds.

“On your knees already, darling?” He teased, but the casual tone didn’t match his eyes. The fire in them, the way his hands tightened around the cover of his book, betrayed his true feelings.

Once you were directly in front on him, you sat back on your heels. “Be honest with me, Reggie, did it turn you on seeing me with Evan and Barty?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your question. In his lap, you saw his cock twitch, a small pulse along his right thigh.

Men are so fucking easy.

“What about when I was dancing with them? Sandwiched between their bodies?” You rolled your head on your shoulders, mimicking the way you danced and revealing the fragile plains of your throat, your hair falling around your face. “When Barty pulled my hair? When Evan blew smoke over my tits?”

Regulus swallowed hard, his eyes like melted jade.

“What about when I crawled into your lap?” You took the book from him and set it onto the table. Then, you placed your hands on his lean, muscular thighs and pushed yourself to your feet, straddling him the same way you did that night. His entire body was rigid beneath you, muscles coiled tight with tension. “Did you like when I whispered in your ear, Regulus? When I told you that I’d ruin you?”

“Y/n,” he rasped, breathing hard.

“Tell me the truth.” You were so close, your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you spoke. You committed to the contact, brushing your lips along his racing pulse, down his jugular vein. You fought to keep your thighs from clenching together, your own body responding to the feeling him slowly unraveling beneath you. “Do you hate me because you want me?”

“I don't,” he hissed through his teeth.

“If you say so,” you hummed, moving to slide off his lap.

He grabbed your waist, his grip bruising. “Don't you fucking dare."

“I thought you didn't want me?” You taunted, sitting back on his lap to look at him, a hand braced on his sternum.

When you shifted your weight, your pussy accidentally pressed against the hard outline of his cock. You had to force your hips to stay still, your pussy practically begging you to move when you felt him throb against your warm heat.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. All the malice had drained from his voice, his eyes locked on yours.

Then what the fuck did he mean?

You rolled your hips, biting back the moan that crept up your throat as pleasure snaked through you. Regulus was less successful, a broken groan falling from his pretty mouth.

“It would be so much easier to just tell me the truth,” you purred, slowly rocking your hips over his twitching length, allowing a hint of breathlessness to bleed into your voice. “It would feel so good, Reg, to let it all go. To lose control.”

“Shit,” he crushed under his breath. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He grated, sliding his hands down to feel your thighs flex with each movement, his fingertips dimpling your flesh.

“What did you mean by ‘I don’t’?” You asked, tilting his chin up with a finger.

His jaw went a little slack as he stared up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and shining. “I don’t hate you,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then why do you say such awful things?” You stopped your movements, and he made a small noise in his throat, nearly a whimper, but didn’t answer. “Regulus,” you prodded, lifting yourself from him entirely.

“N-no, please, fuck y/n,” he stammered, lifting his hips to grind against you. Another moan threatened to spill from you, his body felt so fucking good against yours, but you managed to restrain yourself. “I did it to try and push you away, I—”

You lowered back onto him, your hips grinding in tandem, and his head fell back against the couch, releasing a throaty groan. You couldn’t hold back a small squeak of pleasure when the hard head of his cock grazed your clit just right, and a wave of pleasure crashed through you.

“Why did you want to push me away?” You started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, revealing the pale expanse of his chest, lean muscles flexing as he thrusted up against you.

He shook his head, picking it up to look down at where your bodies met, a pool of your slick dampening his trousers. “Getting me all wet, lamb. You like toying with me?” he rasped, moving one of his hands to press a thumb against your clothed clit, his long fingers splayed across your pelvis. “Is that why I couldn’t scare you off?”

You nodded before you could stop yourself, a full moan finally breaking free with the added pressure. You were embarrassingly close to coming, to banter combined with the friction between your bodies was a lethal cocktail, a drug you weren’t sure you’d be able to quit.

You wrapped your hands around his throat, applying enough pressure that he gasped, the sound vibrating your hand. “Why are you trying to push me away?” You leaned closer to his face, his strained pants fanning across your lips. He was so beautiful like this, ravaged by lust and desperate.

“You know why,” he growled, grabbing your wrists. He rolled suddenly, flipping you beneath him and pinning your hands above your head. “What’s my name, y/n?” His free hand slid under your skirt, palming your soaked panties.

“Regulus,” you gasped, arching into his chest.

“Regulus what?” He started rubbing the heel of his palm over your clit, electric pleasure burning through you.

“Regulus Black.” You were on the brink of coming, teetering on that torturous edge.

“Tell me then, my clever little Ravenclaw. What does that say about me and mine?” He leaned down and dragged his teeth along your pulse point, pausing to suck a mark under your ear.

“Fuck, Reg, I’m going to come,” you whined, fighting against his hold as the feeling started to overwhelm you.

His hand stopped suddenly, ruining the orgasm you had just begun to crest. You cried out in frustration, tears springing to your eyes as the pleasure bled out of you, leaving you desperate and humming with tension.

“Answer me,” he demanded, grabbing your jaw with his slick covered hand.

“I’m not an idiot,” you snapped, eyes blazing into his. “I know what the fuck it means. And I don’t care.”

He fell still, eyes searching your face. “Then maybe you are an idiot,” he murmured, eyes softening now that the truth was finally out. “But so am I.”

He closed the final inch between you, connecting your lips in a searing, devastating kiss that you felt all the way to your toes. He released your hands and you tangled your fingers into his curls, finally feeling their softness for yourself as you pulled him closer. Your mouth parted for him, his tongue delving in to taste you.

“Reg, please,” you whined against his mouth, pressing your hips to his again.

“Tell me what you want, lamb.” He kissed down your neck, one of his hands sliding down to grip your thigh and draw it over his hip.

“Fuck me, I need you inside of me.” You clawed at his belt, flipping the clasp and tugging down his zipper.

“Merlin, yes.” He finished undoing his pants and freed his cock, pulling aside your panties to glide the head through your slick folds, lubricating himself. He notched the head at your entrance, hissing at the warmth already kissing him, and eased himself in.

Regulus wasn’t overly large, but the stretch was still divine, filling you until you went cross-eyed, an unholy cry ripping from your chest. He drew his hips back and slammed back into you, over and over again until your were in shambles, a moaning, shaking mess, on the precipice of coming for the second time.

“Come for me, love. I want to feel you break.” He cupped your face, kissing you as he finally pushed you over the edge, an orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. You screamed into his mouth, your cunt clenching around him as your body convulsed. “God, I love this fucking cunt. So perfect for me,” he growled, his hips losing their rhythm as your walls bared down on him, sucking him back in every time he pulled out.

“Reg,” you whimpered, sagging against the couch as the strength bled out of of you.

He pulled out suddenly, pumping his cock in his fist, your honey coating him. “Stay just like that, pretty girl. All fucked out and used. All mine—” a guttural groan broke the final word as he came in his hand, spraying ropes of cum over your rumpled skirt and Ravenclaw sweater, his head thrown back. He looked gorgeous milking himself for you, his muscles flexing with the effort, sweat beading along his skin.

He slowly relaxed, chest heaving, and looked down at you, ruined and covered in his cum. You stared back, completely starstruck by what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” he said, draping himself over you and pressing ksises to your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it, I—”

“Me too,” you interrupted him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I know how hard things are for you, at home, I mean, and I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no. I deserved it. I shouldn’t have brought up your family—”

“But I kept—”

“I never meant too—”

You both exhaled, laughing softly at your rushed confessions, the sudden, giddy nervousness that bloomed between you where there once was glacial wit and razor-sharp banter. He sat you both up, removing your stained sweater and straightening your skirt, then righted himself.

“What now?” You asked when he finished fussing, studying his flushed cheeks, his tousled hair.

He sighed, suddenly looking grim, and your heart gave a nervous thump. “We find a way to keep you safe, lamb,” he said, meeting your eyes. “But until then, we should act like nothing’s changed. Okay?”

Uncertainty coiled in your stomach, but you nodded. “Okay.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

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i'm late by several days, but you get a treat(?) it depends on if you think my writing is a treat 😂 that was a bold thing for me to claim--

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“Oh no,” Pansy Parkinson bemoaned with a disdain she only saved for two things in this world. One: a new Witch Weekly fashion trend that simply wouldn’t do. And two: Harry Potter.

Considering there was no trashy magazine spread out on her lap, Tom could only presume Potter was within eye line. So, subtle as a herd of hippogriffs, Tom turned to see if he could also spot Potter in the courtyard. And after merely a moment of careful searching, lo and behold, there he was.

Standing beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Potter held his Firebolt casually across his shoulders. Of course, he was surrounded by his typical Gryffindor entourage—and given their propensity for boisterously annoying laughter and chatter—Tom was surprised to see they were all sitting relaxed and quiet. No wonder he hadn’t heard them long before now.  

Potter’s head was tilted back as though he were admiring the warm afternoon sun through the tree’s dense leaves. And with the way the shadows and light were casting flickering patterns on the smooth plains of his face, Tom was ready to believe that. What an idyllic little picture the boy wonder was presenting. Disgusting.

“Seriously,” Pansy continued, “we can’t have a moment to ourselves? Where do they get off sitting that close to us? It’s like they’re trying to give me a migraine—everyone knows the colour red makes me nauseous from the hours of ten to eight!”

Tom thought that was a bit dramatic. However, he could agree with the overall sentiment: must Potter and his little groupies be everywhere?

Draco coughed, poorly concealing a laugh, and Theo sighed softly, shaking his head behind the book he was reading. “Here’s a radical thought: Don’t look at them,” Theo sarcastically suggested and pointedly turned to the next page.

“Come now, Theo,” Draco smiled. Something wicked and mischievous built in his tone, “Can you blame her? That is the Harry Potter. That is the Boy-Who-Lived, Ender of Grindelwald, Hero of the Wizarding World, known Dark Lord Defeater—“

Theo slammed his book shut and hissed, “Can you just get on to bloody punchline already?”

“—And close personal associate of Pansy’s long-time infatuation: Hermione Granger.”

Pansy spluttered, seemingly appalled but turning slowly the colour she proclaimed to hate so very much. “I DO NOT—“

“Oh please,” Draco rolled his eyes, “at least you aren’t as bad as Tom.”

Tom, who had been listening with a close ear and had half an eye on his fellow Slytherins, was still mostly distracted by the annoying way Potter seemed to be enjoying this perfectly fine afternoon. And how the light reflected off Potter’s eyes, making them glow like the polar night sky Professor Sinistra had shown them several classes ago. And how, even half put together in his quidditch uniform, Potter looked far too comfortable in his skin—really, no one should be that at ease wearing those tight-fitted trousers. Tom hates him.

Draco leant forward, ready to wave a hand over Tom’s face. “I mean, look at him. He’s not even listening to us,” but as Draco stretched his hand near enough, Tom grabbed his wrist. 

“And what,” Tom asked voice low and words slow, his eyes turned to meet Draco’s head-on, “do you mean by that, Malfoy?”

Draco flinched back, but because he was literally caught in Tom’s grasp, there wasn’t much space regained. “Well - I mean - surely you’ve - I thought -“ Draco stuttered.

Theo graciously decided to step in, “What this idiot is trying to say is: we know you like him.”

Like him? 

“Like who?” Tom asked, perplexed. Like Draco? Theo had said it well enough; the boy is an idiot. His older brother Lucius was helpful to a point, and his father Abraxas showed some promise in Tom’s carefully laid plans. Still, overall, the only reason Tom bothered to associate with Draco was his well-known and depressingly well-respected name. The Malfoys carried far too much weight in the upper echelons of wizarding society. So it would be foolish not to capitalise on the Malfoys’ most glaring weakness: their beloved youngest child.

Pansy searched Tom’s face, bewildered, and said, “You’re kidding?”

“Oh. Wow, no, he’s quite serious.” Theo’s brows crept high up his forehead, and he whistled, “I never thought I’d see the day our very own Tom Riddle was daft about someone. And blind to it, too? This must be one of the rarest magical phenomena ever witnessed.” 

Tom frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Draco cleared his throat and carefully twisted his wrist from left to right until he could easily slip free in Tom’s distracted state. “As I was saying, you’re worse than Pansy. She at least bullies Granger to the point of loud confrontations,” —Pansy murmured a disgruntled ‘quiet, you’— “but you don’t even talk to Potter. You just make gaga eyes at him from a distance.”

Tom blinked once. Gaga eyes? Him? At Potter? “I do no such thing. That’s ridiculous.”

Pansy scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Pot meet kettle,” Theo sighed. “Tom, at first we thought it was part of your 15-year plan, or whatever you keep calling it, to be the youngest Minister in history. After all, Potter is a good political match, and he’s Magical Britain’s sweet summer child. If you were to capture his affection and work your way through the ministry, even your darker leanings would get a pass because ‘how could our darling saviour romantically involve himself with a dark, evil, and immoral wizard?’”

Pansy and Draco both nod their heads sagely. 

Theo continues, “But when you never tried to speak with Potter, ask him out to Hogsmeade weekends, or even just offer to study with him, we realised you actually may simply like him. No strings attached.”

Tom was blindsided, and he was never blindsided. How did these three fools jump to this conclusion? Sure, Potter wasn’t unattractive, and, fine, Tom could admit that Potter’s family background coupled with his new found status was appealing and a good match for his political schemes, and, with a wand to his head, maybe he could acquiesce that Potter did have a magical aptitude that possibly rivalled Tom’s own, and, again, those damn trousers…

Oh Merlin. Was he crushing on Harry Potter?

Tom’s face scrunched up in disgust. 

“Ah - I think he’s just sorted it out,” Theo nodded. He stood up and dusted off his robes. “Well, my work here is done. See you all in Charms.”

Pansy and Draco both watched, horrified, as Theo ambled away. He walked towards the group of lounging Gryffindors and even offered them a small smile and a wave, which was more than he had ever offered to anyone in his own house. 

Tom swore he could feel his eye twitch when Potter caught sight of Theo and, with that ridiculous natural charm of his, waved back and grinned like they‘d always been good friends.

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(to be continued...?)

[leona-hawthorne]

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my hogwarts house is slytherin and my fav class is astronomy!

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ミ★ STARS OR PLANETS?... lorenzo berkshire

You squinted up at the sky, barely catching the faint glimmer of stars breaking through the thin wisps of cloud. It was chilly tonight—a late autumn chill that bit through your robes and made your breath fog in the darkness. You rubbed your hands together, huffing a little as Professor Sinistra pointed out yet another constellation. With her final instructions for the project given, she waved a hand, letting everyone split off into pairs. As most of your classmates drifted toward their usual partners, you found yourself scanning the familiar green-trimmed robes for a potential companion.

You glanced over just as Lorenzo Berkshire rolled his eyes at the girl who’d approached him, muttering something as he dismissed her with a little wave. She made a face and stalked off, muttering about “his arrogance,” but Lorenzo’s gaze had already wandered over the remaining students. He looked up, his brown eyes meeting yours, and you tried to play off the way he’d caught you staring, giving him a polite nod.

“Guess we’re stuck together,” he said, crossing over to you with a casual confidence. “What’s your name again?”

You introduced yourself, noticing the faint flicker of recognition in his expression. “Right,” he said, drawing out the word as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I think I’ve heard that once or twice.”

“Nice of you to pretend,” you replied lightly, eyeing him with a smile.

He chuckled, brushing it off. “Right, well—guess I’ll just have to call you ‘Astronomy Partner’ for now. Works, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but went along with it. “Sure, ‘Astronomy Partner.’”

He gestured up at the sky with a confident sweep of his arm. “You know anything about star mapping, or am I teaching you?”

“Teaching me?” You raised an eyebrow, caught between amusement and annoyance at his audacity. “I think I’ve got this covered, thanks.” 

He rolled his eyes in exaggerated disappointment. “Shame. I usually help with these things, especially for a fellow Slytherin classmate.” He leaned in a little closer, glancing at your chart. “Though, that star there—” He tapped the parchment before pointing up at the sky, as if pinpointing the exact spot, “—is supposed to be a part of the constellation most associated with Slytherin.”

You looked down, hiding your smirk. “That’s actually a planet. Mars, to be precise.”

His brows furrowed, and he shot you an indignant look. “Mars? I knew that,” he said, though it sounded like he’d only just learned it. “I was testing you.”

“Right. A test,” you replied, trying to hold in a laugh. 

Unfazed, he shrugged. “Consider yourself lucky. Astronomy isn’t exactly everyone’s best subject. So why aren’t you working with someone?”

“Maybe I prefer peace and quiet,” you said, holding his gaze. “A bit challenging to find with you around, I imagine.”

“Harsh,” he said, his mouth curving into a grin. “So, no partner. What about a tutor?”

“I don’t think I need one,” you replied, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

He scoffed, but there was something amused about it, and you noticed a slight flush on his cheeks that you could chalk up to the cold… or maybe not. “Alright, Miss Astronomy Expert, show me what else you know.”

You pointed out another constellation, describing the stars with an enthusiasm that felt almost contagious. Lorenzo leaned closer as you spoke, nodding along and occasionally throwing in his own dry commentary. The night stretched on, and with it, the warmth of easy conversation and soft laughter.

His gaze flickered to yours, lingering a little too long before he cleared his throat. “So… you actually like this stuff, don’t you?”

“It’s my favorite class,” you admitted. “There’s something about the stars, I don’t know… they make everything else seem a little smaller, I guess.”

He glanced back up, nodding a little. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

It was a rare quiet moment from him, but before you could linger in it, his smirk returned. “Well, not everything, obviously. I’m still the center of the universe.”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused snort. “Right.”

He shot you a grin, clearly pleased with himself. You found yourself fighting back a smile as he adjusted the telescope. The longer he fiddled with it, though, the more his confidence seemed to waver, until he turned back to you with a slightly sheepish look.

“You know how to adjust this thing?” he asked.

“Only if you’re willing to admit defeat,” you replied, stepping forward and taking the telescope into your hands. As you focused on the stars, you felt his gaze lingering on you.

“You’re quite confident for someone who prefers quiet,” he said, watching you with an amused expression.

“Well, you are quite annoying, Berkshire,” you shot back without thinking, and his grin widened, clearly pleased.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, his voice softer. “I guess I should’ve already known your name before tonight, huh?”

You let out a small laugh. “I thought you’d at least know the names of your classmates by now.”

“Think you’ll need help with your star chart tomorrow?” he asked, his grin returning. “I’m sure I could find you.”

“Maybe I’ll let you,” you replied, surprising yourself. “Though, I don’t think your ‘help’ would be necessary.”

Lorenzo laughed, the sound echoing softly into the night. “Well then, consider it a date.”

[atlasdoe]

today (May 2nd) marks an entire year since i last updated Only Survivors so to prove to you that i am actually writing the next chapter here's a snippet

"And where are your school friends today, Severus?" Emmeline asked, feeling the blood rush into her ears with each word.

Snape looked unfazed. "One of them Is currently working at Hogwarts alongside me," he answered with a smile. Aurora Sinistra, Emmeline recalled.

Snape went on. "Another is working with children across the UK. She's helping provide homes for those who lost their parents during the war." Charity Burbage. "I'm not sure what one of them is doing. After the war he left and I haven't heard from him since."

Emmeline had a hard time placing that one before Remus scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, that's because he wasn't just a Death Eater but a liar," he accused, causing Emmeline to remember. Ah yes, Edmund Avery Jr.

Severus shrugged, but didn't say anything in response, he just continued. "Two of them were killed during the war." Evan Rosier and Juliette Wilkes. "And the last..." he sighed and finished his drink. "The last is in Azkaban." Bruce Mulciber.

Emmeline expected Snape to show some kind of remorse. She thought that he would cry or admit that he didn't spend their school years with the right people as she had seen Pandora do so many times since Frank and Alce's torture. Only Snape didn't seem sorry at all. Instead, he turned to Remus.

"Two are successful," he said simply. "That's something you wouldn't be able to relate to."

Remus' jaw clenched but he stayed silent. Snape smirked slightly and spoke again. "Two are successful," he repeated. "One I haven't heard from in years, two were killed and the last is in Azkaban." Their eyes locked as Snape's smirk grew. "What was that you were saying? About how different we are?"

"Don't you dare," Remus hissed, standing up despite his bad knees and pushing the table away. "Your friends killed my friends!"

"My friends had nothing to do with the death of Lily, James and Peter," Snape argued, also standing up and mirroring Remus' stance leaning across the table. "The person who killed your friends is called Sirius Black, and you know more than anyone that he is anything but my friend." Snape's head tilted, as his face suddenly grew an amused expression. "What was he to you, Lupin?" he mocked.

Remus' face did something that Emmeline had never seen it do before. All expression of anything gentle had been replaced with what could only be described as his wolf side coming out. She, along with Gilderoy both held their breath as they watched the two men stand off.

In the past six years that Emmeline had gotten to know Snape and Remus after the war, she knew that neither of their first insistences would be violent, but at that moment it looked as if Remus was about to transform into the wolf and kill Snape there and then. Snape's face still held the cruel smile. He knew that he struck the exact nerve that he wanted to and as much as Emmeline wanted to hate him for it, she couldn't. Snape was right. They really weren't that different after all.

Something in Remus' eyes told Emmeline that he was thinking the same. She didn't know if she should've prepared herself for him to hit Snape or hug him. In the end, he did what she really should've expected him to do all along, considering it's all he ever seems to be capable of. Remus didn't face the facts head on or even try to deny them. He just drew back and walked away.

That was the difference between them, Emmeline realised. At least Snape had the courage to not run away from his past.

[letstrythisout4]

Chapter 6: Blaise Zabini and the overlooked allies

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Ever since Halloween, Blaise had been growing increasingly uncomfortable in the Slytherin dormitories and common room, nothing compared to the atmosphere of Hufflepuff common room. He couldn’t tell if it was because of how willing the Hufflepuff first years were to allow Blaise to join them for breakfast, or how he abruptly realized how kind Professor Sprout was to all of her students (even those who refuse to respect her) or just how…homey the atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room was. Isabella seemed to have picked up on this - despite Blaise being careful to have never voiced his opinions - and had begun to invite (read drag ) him there more frequently (read all the time). 

Seemingly Isabella’s plan came into effect, gaining him many Hufflepuff … acquaintances. He formed quick connections with all of the Hufflepuffs of his year, except Smith, once he finally met Hannah Abbott who had slept through his first meeting with the Hufflepuffs in the kitchens. They would now invite him into games of Exploding Snap, Wizards’ Chess and study sessions held, absurdly late at night before and after their midnight Astronomy class, weekly. And the older students had warmed up to him once realizing that he was friends with Isabella, apparently she had established a reputation as a great judge of character in the short months she’d been at Hogwarts.

Which is why Blaise was incredibly confused when he walked into the Astronomy tower and saw Isabella chatting with Theodore Nott of all people as Theo was setting up his telescope, enjoying her company if his soft laughter was anything to judge by. Blaise aggressively cleared his throat as he fully entered the room, fiddling with his astronomy chart.

“Hey Blaise.” Isabella chimed as if nothing was strange about the exchange he just witnessed.

“Hey Reyes.” Blaise responded shortly, deciding to question her thoroughly at the Hufflepuff meet up after class.

He spent the rest of class trapped in his mind running through all the possible reasons as to why the two would be speaking together.

“Mr. Zabini! Can you share with the class the current ascension and declination of Jupiter?” Professor Sinistra asked, tired of his lack of productivity.

“Yes, Professor. Right ascension is 03h 01m 05s, declination +16 degrees, 16 seconds, 07 minutes.” Blaise stated slowly.

“Thank you.” She said, narrowing her eyes at his dragged out answer.

Later that evening Blaise wandered into the Hufflepuff common room, briefly greeting students as he made his way to sit next to Isabella on the floor near the fire.

“Reyes, quick question for you.” She hummed without looking up from her astronomy essay, “What- hm- since when- hmm- since when are you friends with Theodore Nott?” he eventually stammered out .

“Oh, Theo!”

Theo? I don’t even call him Theo, and I’ve known him since we were seven.

“ Just a bit before I became friends with you sooooo”, she tilted her head side to side, “about mid-September, why?” she mumbled clearly not paying him much attention.

Blaise didn’t answer, he was too busy wondering how Isabella survived this long. “No reason, I’m really tired. I'm going to head down to the dorms. Goodnight, Reyes.” he blurted out as he smoothly got up, trying not to alert her.

“Night Blaise.”, she muttered, still not paying his attention.

The second Blaise was out of sight he ran all the way down to the Slytherin dungeons, outpacing Ms. Norris and narrowly dodging Peeves’ dung bombs. Only to hear a posh voice call to him upon entering the common room, “Zabini, can I talk to you for a second?”

Perfect, just the man I wanted to speak to, Blaise thought as he took the armchair next to Theo’s. “What do you want to talk about Nott?”

“Your girlfriend actually. She is making quite a few enemies recently, we may need to step in soon.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

“Sure. Listen Zabini, I don’t know if she told you but the older students have taken…an interest in her.” Theo raised his eyebrows with purpose.

Blaise instantly knew what he was talking about, the bullying and harassment that Isabella was open to because of her heritage, blood status and race. He wasn’t even necessarily worried about the Slytherin’s in his year, the older students could be far more cruel and dangerous than Malfoy and his entourage could dream to be. “How much interest?”

“Enough for her to prove herself to be a great duelist but not enough to discourage them. They’ve decided instead of taking her on one on one, they're going to attack her as a unit, soon.” - he held up a hand when he saw Blaise go to speak- “I don’t know how soon but soon enough that people are starting to sound excited that someones going to finally “teach her a lesson”. And we-” we pointed to the two of them ”-need to warn her and stand beside her, together.”

“Okay but why are you warning me, what’s in it for you?” Blaise added, “Specifically.” as to not allow Theo room to avoid his question.

Theo leaned in, “ Believe it or not, Reyes and I are friends. And you and I both don't want to see your girlfriend get attacked by the older students. And we both don’t like this blood supremacy bullshit.” he whispered after his eyes darted around the empty common room.

It was well known in the Wizarding World that Tiberius Nott was a Death Eater, a good one, a deadly one and a rumored unapologetic one. No one quite knows how he managed to escape Azkaban, no one knows the details of his hearing and all of his documentation is private. All anyone knows is that he only affiliates himself with purebloods who were involved with You-Know-Who and advocates strongly and loudly for the anti-muggleborn laws to be passed, as he has somehow maintained his seat in Wizengamot.

“Since when do you not believe in it?” was the only question Blaise had left.

“Since I was eight.” Theo muttered, his shoulders sagging as if he finally had a weight lifted off of him.

They sat in silence watching as The Giant Squid cast a shadow over the room, “Alright we’ll work together to help her.” Blaise said, holding out his hand to Theo.

With a firm handshake Theo agreed with a simple “Deal.”

They decided to not tell Isabella until after the holidays as there were only three days before everyone boarded the train to go home, they also agreed it would be best to warn the rest of the ‘puffs of the attack as they would be able to be around her far more than Blaise and Theo. The Hufflepuffs took the news surprisingly well, they already knew about Isabella’s run-ins with the older students, and Blaise saw their eyes hardened with determination as they promised to make sure Isabella didn’t face off the Slytherins alone. Blaise spent the last days completing busy work in his classes, lounging around the Hufflepuff common room and keeping a close eye on Isabella in case Theo and his assumption was wrong.

Thankfully the days passed without issue and Blaise watched as Isabella, bundled up in a thick robe, oversized Hufflepuff yellow scarf and mittens, boarded the train with her Hufflepuffs. They were surrounding her with Wayne casually observing their surroundings for potential threats. The train ride was uneventful; the only difference between this time and the beginning of the year is Blaise would catch Theo’s eyes and they would both subtly shake their heads at Draco’s dramatics. 

As the train slowed pulling up to the station, Blaise gathered his things and rushed to the doors, ready to go home. Over the past few months he had written to his mother weekly but his letters were admittedly vague as he felt so awkward describing everything to his mother in written words, he always finished his letters with “ I’ll tell you more when I get home.” Now that the time had finally arrived Blaise felt as if he were going to burst if he didn’t get to tell his mom everything now. The doors opened and there she was Elizabeth Zabini in the flesh wearing her hair in long butterfly locs decorated with silver jewelry, and wearing expensive purple robes. He immediately rushed to her, enveloping her in a hug which she instantly reciprocated, Blaise didn’t care how he looked, all he cared was that he was going home. He had grown comfortable with Isabella and the ‘puffs but he couldn’t confide in them as he did his mother. 

His mother rubbed his back gently, “Shall we grab your things and head home my love?”

Nodding eagerly Blaise let go and went to the cargo compartment of the train to gather his things (grateful he remembered to place a featherlight charm before leaving Hogwarts). He heard behind him, “Your mom looks as kind as you described her.” a soft voice he had become so familiar with remarked.

“She does, doesn't she?” he said with a smile as he turned to Isabella with a new found respect for her for the way she described his mother. “Where are your parents?” he asked, looking out a window at the mass of people in the station, searching for the people that Isabella talked so little about compared to how much Blaise told her about his mother. 

“Oh they're waiting for me in a taxi on the other side of the barrier. They don’t really trust …all of this.” she whispered vaguely, uncharacteristically nervously, as she used her hand to gesture to the sea of witches and wizards.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” she said with a grim smile. “Well I’m off, I don’t have an owl so I’ll give you your gift after break.” She grabbed her things and strut confidently into the barrier despite Blaise seeing her eyes water.

He slowly walked towards his mother, feeling as if someone had just dropped a boulder on his lungs. As he struggled to breathe he almost begged, “Mother, can we invite a friend of mine to stay for the last week of break?”

“Of course. Is something wrong?” she questioned her eyebrows furrowing.

‘I don’t know.” Blaise replied honestly.

Author's notes: this chapter was a pain in the ass yall. And i dont think its the longest chapter i've written. Sigh. i fought with this chapter like snoopy fought that chair in the thanksgiving charlie brown special that might be to niche but i don't care please tell me yalls thoughts in the comments, like if you enjoy and as always thanks for reading

[eutettico56]

IL CASTELLO DI CARTE

Ormai la crisi dei cervelli di sinistra si sta palesando sempre più vistosamente

Prima la GRUBER col suo OUTING sui clandestini

Ora un ex magistrato già Senatore del Partito Democratico… con la sua mente analitica in grado di decidere sulla vita di un imputato e sulle politiche di una comunità va in tilt!

Non sa che decisione prendere…. Ha 2 possibilità

SI

No

Attendiamo con apprensione la decisione 😂

[unpopporno]

Lana Rhoades

Lana Rhoades, pseudonimo di Amara Maple (Chicago 6 sett 1996), è nata in Illinois da una famiglia di origine cecoslovacca Ha lavorato come cameriera nella catena di ristoranti The Tilted Kit.

Gira le prime scene pornografiche nell'aprile del 2016 quando, dopo essersi trasferita da Chicago e Los Angeles, acquista velocemente un'ampia porzione di pubblico. Nell'agosto del 2016, stando a quanto riportato dalla stessa attrice, aveva già preso parte a circa 50 produzioni. Dopo una pausa di tre mesi per far ritorno a Chicago è tornata da novembre a girare scene. Lana Rhoades ha già lavorato con famose case di produzione del mondo del porno tra le quali figurano Evil Angel, Jules Jordan Video, Tushy, Elegant Angel e HardX. Ad agosto 2016 è comparsa nell'edizione americana della rivista Penthouse  come "Pet of the Month". Il suo nome d'arte è stato scelto dal suo agente Mark Spiegler e ha tatuato due cuoricini rossi con la scritta "Jon" sulla natica destra, un drago rosso sulla spalla destra e una scritta in arabo sulla gamba sinistra.

Nel gennaio 2017 è stata premiata agli XBIZ Awards nella categoria "Best New Starlet"e agli The Girlfriend Experiencecon il premio del pubblico "Hottest Newcomer". A marzo è uscito il suo progetto dal titolo "Lana", disponibile sia in formato DVD che in streaming e sowload digitale. La trama è liberamente ispirata alla serie americana The Girlfriend Experience uscita nel 2016. Sempre a marzo si è di nuovo trasferita a Los Angeles. Alla fine di settembre è uscito il DVD del suo secondo progetto "Lana Rhoades Unleashed".

Alla cerimonia di premiazione degli AVN Awards tenutasi a gennaio 2018 durante l'Adult Entertainment Expo a Las Vegas ha vinto il premio nella categoria "Best Anal Sex Scene" per "Anal Savages #3" girato con Markus Dupree.

Ha firmato un contratto da aprile ad agosto 2016 per l'agenzia Spieglergirls, successivamente è stata ingaggiata come rappresentante di LA Direct Models da gennaio a ottobre 2017.

Alla fine dello stesso anno ha annunciato il suo ritiro dal porno, dedicandosi all'attività web nei suoi profili Snapchat e OnlyFans, oltre che a quella di influencer su Instagram; ha successivamente rivelato che tale decisione era nata da un crescente disgusto, e in seguito depressione, causata dal fatto di sentirsi obbligata dal proprio agente a girare certi tipi di scene hard.. Ha, infatti, raccontato di aver chiesto di poter cancellare dal web tutte le scene girate nella sua carriera, ma della maggior parte di essa non dispone dei diritti d'autore

[aliciaandcompany]

LA GATTOTERAPIA ESISTE!

Un giorno a Londra, in un istituto che studiava le terapie da applicare agli umani, una gatta di nome Marta è entrata nel laboratorio.

Mentre passava davanti al generatori della corrente a bassa frequenza, i sensori sono andati in tilt.

Gli scienziati hanno misurato il campo elettromagnetico della gatta e hanno capito che il gatto è in grado di sostituire il costoso generatore: il suo campo era più potente. Una corrente a bassa frequenza si usa per la cura delle infiammazioni croniche.

Dopo questo inaspettato risultato è stato fatto un esperimento: un gruppo di persone è stato curato con un generatore di corrente di bassa frequenza, mentre nell'altro gruppo sul posto da trattare avevano messo un gatto. 

Il risultato: coloro che hanno fatto la gattoterapia sono guariti tutti, mentre nell'altro gruppo era guarita soltanto la metà dei malati.

Il pelo del gatto produce la corrente a bassa frequenza, mentre il contatto tra i peli fa nascere un potente campo elettrico.

Queste correnti possono agire sul focolai d'infiammazione e uccidere i microbi.

Un gatto è in grado di sostituire ben 5 moderni generatori di corrente a bassa frequenza. Il gatto stesso non subisce nessun danno, e sa anche quando terminare la seduta e prendersi cura di se stesso.

La terapia felina è particolarmente efficace per la cura delle articolazioni e delle malattie ginecologiche. Le donne possono semplicemente posare il gatto di casa sulla pancia, accarezzandolo per una ventina di minuti, per avere un effetto terapeutico.

Il contatto terapeutico del gatto migliora la circolazione del sangue e rigenera i tessuti.

Il massaggio che i gatti fanno con le unghie, in realtà, agisce sui punti di riflesso, similmente agli aghi dell'agopuntura.

Anche le fusa dei gatti è una terapia (del suono); le fusa sono più potenti della terapia ad ultrasuoni (il gatto stesso fa le fusa per curare se stesso, oltre alle fusa del piacere).

La banda delle frequenze delle fusa (25 - 50 Hz, con le punte fino a 150 Hz) rafforza le ossa, migliora la circolazione cerebrale, stabilizza la pressione e il ritmo cardiaco.

I gatti sanno trasformare l'energia della malattia, sapendo scambiare la loro energia con l'energia umana (occorre dire che l'energetica dei gatti è molto simile a quella umana).

Esistono le malattie "yin", con la mancanza dell'energia (nevrastenia, artrite, l'ipotensione, la stanchezza cronica), per la cura delle quali il gatto va messo di modo che la sua testa sia a sinistra e la parte posteriore del corpo, a destra. Per queste malattie sarebbero più adatti i gatti bianchi. Per le malattie "yang" (l'ipertensione, infarto, l'ictus) il gatto si mette in posizione inversa; per queste malattie sarebbero più adatti i gatti neri.

I gatti grigi e i tigrati sono "universali" e curano tutto, mentre quelli rossi caricano i loro umani di energia positiva.

Esiste una teoria secondo la quale il gatto sarebbe l'unico animale capace di assorbire una piccola quantità di energia negativa, perciò ogni tanto vediamo i gatti sopra i computer e gli elettrodomestici.

Il gatto sente quando in un certo punto del corpo umano cambia il potenziale energetico, si posa sopra e così riesce ad equilibrare il sistema energetico umano. La gattoterapia può far assorbire degli ematomi interni, senza parlare del ripristino degli scambi cellulari. Coloro che amano i gatti, infatti, si rivolgono ai medici di meno rispetto a chi li evita.

... E' impossibile costringere il gatto a curare il suo umano; occorre che tra i due ci sia l'amore e la fiducia; e i gatti sono molto sensibili a come sono trattati. Il gatto è capace anche di morire se il suo proprietario ha accumulato troppa energia negativa.

- Gabriella Mangano

[ambrenoir]

LA GATTOTERAPIA NON E' UNO SCHERZO....

Un giorno a Londra, in un istituto che studiava le terapia da applicare agli umani, una gatta di nome Marta è entrata nel laboratorio.

Mentre passava davanti ai generatori della corrente a bassa frequenza, i sensori sono andati in tilt. Gli scienziati hanno misurato il campo elettromagnetico della gatta e hanno capito che il gatto è in grado di sostituire il costoso generatore: il suo campo era più potente. Una corrente a bassa frequenza si usa per la cura delle infiammazioni croniche.

Dopo questo inaspettato risultato è stato fatto un esperimento: un gruppo di persone è stato curato con un generatore di corrente di bassa frequenza, mentre nell'altro gruppo sulla parte da trattare avevano messo un gatto.

Il risultato: coloro che fecero la gattoterapia sono guariti tutti, mentre nell'altro gruppo era guarita soltanto la metà dei malati.

Il pelo del gatto produce la corrente a bassa frequenza, mentre il contatto tra i peli fa nascere un potente campo elettrico. Queste correnti possono agire sul focolai d'infiammazione e uccidere i microbi.

Un gatto è in grado di sostituire ben 5 moderni generatori di corrente a bassa frequenza. Il gatto stesso non subisce nessun danno, e sa anche quando terminare la seduta e prendersi cura di se stesso.

La terapia felina è particolarmente efficace per la cura delle articolazioni e delle malattie ginecologiche. Le donne possono semplicemente posare il gatto di casa sulla pancia, accarezzandolo per una ventina di minuti, per avere un effetto terapeutico.

Il contatto terapeutico del gatto migliora la circolazione del sangue e rigenera i tessuti.

Il massaggio che i gatti fanno con le unghie, in realtà, agisce sui punti di riflesso, similmente agli aghi dell'agopuntura.

Anche le fusa dei gatti è una terapia (del suono); le fusa sono più potenti della terapia ad ultrasuoni (il gatto stesso fa le fusa per curare se stesso, oltre alla fusa del piacere).

La banda delle frequenze delle fusa (25 - 50 Hz, con le punte fino a 150 Hz) rafforza le ossa, migliora la circolazione cerebrale, stabilizza la pressione e il ritmo cardiaco.

I gatti sanno trasformare l'energia della malattia, sapendo scambiare la loro energia con l'energia umana (occorre dire che l'energetica dei gatti è molto simile a quella umana).

Esistono le malattie "yin", con la mancanza dell'energia (nevrastenia, artrite, l'ipotensione, la stanchezza cronica), per la cura delle quali il gatto va messo di modo che la sua testa sia a sinistra e la parte posteriore del corpo, a destra. Per queste malattie sarebbero più adatti i gatti bianchi. Per le malattie "yang" (l'ipertensione, infarto, l'ictus) il gatto si mette in posizione inversa; per queste malattie sarebbero più adatti i gatti neri.

I gatti grigi e i tigrati sono "universali" e curano tutto, mentre quelli rossi caricano i loro umani di energia positiva.

Esiste una teoria secondo la quale il gatto sarebbe l'unico animale capace di assorbire una piccola quantità di energia negativa, perciò ogni tanto vediamo i gatti sopra i computer e gli elettrodomestici.

Il gatto sente quando in un certo punto del corpo umano cambia il potenziale energetico, si posa sopra e così riesce ad equilibrare il sistema energetico umano. La gattoterapia può far assorbire degli ematomi interni, senza parlare del ripristino degli scambi cellulari. Coloro che amano i gatti, infatti, si rivolgono ai medici di meno rispetto a chi li evita.

... E' impossibile costringere il gatto a curare il suo umano; occorre che tra i due ci sia l'amore e la fiducia; e i gatti sono molto sensibili a come sono trattati. Il gatto è capace anche di morire se il suo proprietario ha accumulato troppa energia negativa.

(ranibu.ru)

[cinquecolonnemagazine]

Sinner trionfa: Jannik vince gli Australian Open, Medvedev battuto in finale

(Adnkronos) - Jannik Sinner trionfa agli Australian Open 2024. L'azzurro, numero 4 del mondo, in finale batte il russo Daniil Medvedev, numero 3 del ranking, con una strepitosa rimonta per 3-6, 3-6, 6-4, 6-4, 6-3, 6-3 in 3h45'. Sinner, 22 anni, conquista il primo titolo della carriera in un torneo dello Slam e diventa il primo tennista italiano a trionfare in un major dal successo di Adriano Panatta nel Roland Garros del 1976. L'altoatesino l'impresa risalendo la china contro un avversario perfetto per quasi 2 ore. Medvedev domina i primi due set, poi cala a livello fisico e comincia a sbagliare. Sinner conquista campo e fiducia, entra finalmente in partita e ribalta il match con una prestazione straordinaria. L'azzurro sfrutta una condizione fisica impeccabile, si muove meglio in campo e al quinto set vince il braccio di ferro: Medvedev si arrende, Sinner è il re di Melbourne. Sinner fatica a trovare la prima palla con continuità, mentre Medvedev esce sparato dai blocchi. L'azzurro nel terzo game va in apnea (0-40) e dopo aver annullato la prima palla break si arrende al passante del rivale (1-2). Medvedev allunga (3-1) e prende il controllo del primo set. Il moscovita viaggia sull'86% di prime palle e con il rovescio trova angoli 'miracolosi' (4-2). Sinner rimane agganciato (4-3) all'avversario che nella prima mezz'ora di gioco non sbaglia praticamente nulla. L'ottavo game è la sintesi: Medvedev non ha mai bisogno della seconda palla e come bonus aggiunge un ace (5-3). Sinner, invece, deve fare ricorso sistematicamente alla seconda palla. Medvedev può comandare lo scambio anche nei game di risposta e si procura 2 set-point che non vengono trasformati. La terza chance è quella buona: il rovescio di Sinner va fuori giri, 6-3 per il russo. Medvedev inizia il secondo set con lo stesso copione: prima palla costante, ace, game liscio. Sinner, invece, deve lottare su ogni punto contro un avversario che legge in anticipo ogni soluzione. L'azzurro si trova spalle al muro nell'interminabile secondo game (16 punti). Deve annullare 4 pesantissime palle break e conquista l'1-1 con aggressività, andandosi a prendere punti pesanti a rete. Mentre Medvedev non fatica nei propri turni di battuta, Sinner è sempre invischiato in scambi lunghissimi, alle prese con le traiettorie che l'avversario riesce a scegliere. Ancora una palla break, l'azzurro cerca di uscire dall'angolo con una smorzata goffa: Medvedev ringrazia, break e 3-1. Il russo sbriga la formalità del proprio turno di servizio con la consueta tranquillità: 4-1. In campo c'è un giocatore che riesce a fare tutto: Medvedev è una macchina e dall'angolo sinistro, in particolare, mette la palla dove vuole con il dritto e il rovescio. Sinner è in tilt, altro break (5-1). Dopo 75' da alieno, anche il russo attraversa il primo passaggio a vuoto. Il numero 3 del mondo concede 2 palle break e Sinner è bravo ad approfittare (2-5) e nel game successivo (3-5) si appoggia finalmente alla prima palla. Il nono game è fondamentale per tentare la rimonta che improvvisamente sembra possibile. L'azzurro è avanti 0-30 e ha una chance per rientrare completamente in partita. Medvedev risale la china e si procura un set-point che evapora per un rarissimo doppio fallo. Sinner apre il campo con un eccellente dritto da sinistra verso destra, il rovescio di Medvedev va fuori giri: palla break. Il russo respinge l'attacco, ritrova il servizio e sfonda: 6-3 dopo 1h25'. Il terzo set inizia all'insegna dell'equilibrio. Medvedev appare 'meno ingiocabile', Sinner può gestire con tranquillità i primi turni di servizio (2-1) mentre l'avversario si presenta a rete per evitare scambi prolungati (2-2). Si va avanti senza strappi, Sinner evita guai nel nono game sul 40-40: Medvedev lo assiste sbagliando un dritto non impossibile, poi l'altoatesino chiude con servizio e dritto. Nel decimo game, il russo si inceppa: il dritto fa flop 4 volte, Sinner cerca il punto debole del rivale e si procura un set point pesantissimo. Medvedev perde ancora la misura del colpo, 6-4 per l'azzurro. Il match è cambiato e l'avvio del quarto set lo conferma. Sinner tiene agevolmente il proprio servizio, Medvedev deve annullare una palla break nel secondo e nel quarto game. L'azzurro sembra più fresco, la sua palla pesa di più ma non abbastanza per conquistare il break, che appare più volte alla portata. Si arriva al decimo game (5-4) e il muro di Medvedev crolla. Il dritto di Sinner sfonda, il break arriva nel momento migliore: ancora 6-4, si val quinto set. Sinner apre la quinta e decisiva frazione con una prova di forza: si aggiudica uno scambio infinito di 39 colpi e chiude il primo game con un ace sulla seconda palla. L'azzurro mostra una condizione atletica eccellente, dopo 3 ore e mezza arriva con equilibrio su tutte le palle: un dritto vincente risolve il quinto game (3-2). Il sesto gioco è la svolta. Medvedev sprofonda 0-40, con il serbatoio in riserva. Sinner non sfrutta la prima palla break ma concretizza la seconda con una sequenza di dritti: 4-2. L'azzurro non trema (5-2) e si conquista il diritto di servire per il titolo. Sul 5-3, Sinner non trema: arriva al match point e chiude. Jannik Sinner vince gli Australian Open. ---sportwebinfo@adnkronos.com (Web Info) Read the full article

[xsinistralowex]

“A list. Ha! You had better know no one wears them like I do!” Oddly Sinistra was proud of her heels and the way she wore them. She believed everyone should know how she sounded when she was approaching; her special sound clicking against the road was one not to be mistaken. Sometimes it was the little things that meant the most and this was one of Sinistra’s. “You could wear some real heels once in a while. You’re far too short,” the witch jabbed at the tiny Emmeline making sure to look down upon her.

Sinistra squinted her eyes. “You wouldn’t do it all for nothing?” she tilted her head. “The owners know that to do to keep others from besmirching the window? I’m intrigued. And don’t think you can say that and leave it at that Emmeline.” She was truly interested in knowing what the owners were capable of. “Obviously there’s more to your job than just aiding causes.” Sinistra raised her brow. “Could you cause curses as well?” She smiled. “I do know you after all.”

She rolled her eyes. “The Ministry always chokes itself when it tries to do any kind of event. It’s a magnet for madness. Though I won’t complain about that,” she shrugged. “You would think they’d learn by now. Oh well — on their behalf.”

Sinistra was disappointed that Emmeline wouldn’t let anything about her life slip. They didn’t have a close relationship but anything would’ve been nice. They did have something of a relationship. “Oh, you know. Anything juicy. Or anything else. Take the chance for a jab Vance, come on,” she pushed.

This was how it was and always would be, a never-ending journey of banter. Emmeline liked it that way, had no intention to change the approach when it came to Sinistra. They both had their path and they walked it equally determined. Two people without a doubt in life as to where they would go and how it would all end. It was good that way. “I think I could come up with quite a list.” The witch pointed down at her own feet with a smirk. In fact, within their social circle alone there were quite a number of those who could, every now and then, on more than one occasion be found with heels to accompany them. “Then again, no one wears them quite like you do.” It was both compliment and challenge. The banter that would never stop continued once again.

“Besides, don’t underestimate this store front.” Emmeline glance at the shop window, a certain hint of pride within her eyes at the sight of the rounded window. “It is a place that provides aid with curses that require to be broken. The owners certainly know what to do to keep people away from potentially besmirching the window. I wouldn’t bother doing all of this work for nothing.” That was all she would say. Sinistra did not need the details to understand what the shorter of the two was trying to say, to imply.

A snort. “Do I have more going on? I can’t tell. I sure am glad the ministry business if over and done. I don’t expect them to host another mess of an event.” Emmeline had always been someone to enjoy a good ball or garden party so much more than whatever type of gala the ministry of magic could come up with. “As for the news, there isn’t much. I will make sure to let you know if something does pop up.” Of course, there were things happening in her life, but in that moment none of them seemed like something to share with the other. Neither her conversations with Alecto nor the ones with Rabastan seemed fitting. And Evan wasn’t she would dare mention, ever. If only for his sake. “Why, what were you hoping to hear?” If the former Slytherin had nothing to share she would at least make sure to challenge Sinistra enough to tell her exactly what she wanted to hear. - @xsinistralowex

[atlasdoe]

"And where are your school friends today, Severus?" Emmeline asked, feeling the blood rush into her ears with each word.

Snape looked unfazed. "One of them Is currently working at Hogwarts alongside me," he answered with a smile. Aurora Sinistra, Emmeline recalled.

Snape went on. "Another is working with children across the UK. She's helping provide homes for those who lost their parents during the war." Charity Burbag. "I'm not sure what one of them is doing. After the war he left and I haven't heard from him since."

Emmeline had a hard time placing that one before Remus scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, that's because he wasn't just a Death Eater but a liar," he accused, causing Emmeline to remember. Ah yes, Edmund Avery.

Severus shrugged, but didn't say anything in response, he just continued. "Two of them were killed during the war." Evan Rosier and Juliette Wilkes. "And the last..." he sighed and finished his drink. "The last is in Azkaban." Bruce Mulciber.

Emmeline expected Snape to show some kind of remorse. She thought that he would cry or admit that he didn't spend their school years with the right people as she had seen Pandora do so many times since Frank and Alce's torture. Only Snape didn't seem sorry at all. Instead, he turned to Remus.

"Two are successful," he said simply. "That's something you wouldn't be able to relate to."

Remus' jaw clenched but he stayed silent. Snape smirked slightly and spoke again. "Two are successful," he repeated. "One I haven't heard from in years, two were killed and the last is in Azkaban." Their eyes locked as Snape's smirk grew. "What was that you were saying? About how different we are?"

"Don't you dare," Remus hissed, standing up despite his bad knees and pushing the table away. "Your friends killed my friends!"

"My friends had nothing to do with the death of Lily, Potter and Pettigrew," Snape argued, also standing up and mirroring Remus' stance leaning across the table. "The person who killed your friends is called Sirius Black, and you know more than anyone that he is anything but my friend." Snape's head tilted, as his face suddenly grew an amused expression. "What was he to you, Lupin?" he mocked.

Remus' face did something that Emmeline had never seen it do before. All expression of anything gentle had been replaced with what could only be described as his wolf side coming out. She, along with Gildeory both held their breath as they watched the two men stand off.

In the past six years that Emmeline had gotten to know Snape and Remus after the war, she knew that neither of their first insistent would be violent, but at that moment it looked as if Remus was about to transform into the wolf and kill Snape there and then. Snape's face still held the cruel smile. He knew that he struck the exact nerve that he wanted to and as much as Emmeline wanted to hate him for it, she couldn't. Snape was right. They really weren't that different after all.

Something in Remus' eyes told Emmeline that he was thinking the same. She didn't know if she should've prepared herself for him to hit Snape or hug him. In the end, he did what she really should've expected him to do all along, considering it's all he ever seems to be capable of. Remus didn't face the facts head on or even try to deny them. He just drew back and walked away.

That was the difference between them, Emmeline realised. At least Snape had the courage to not run away from his past.

[mrssnivellussnape]

Ur fics are amazing! I see you haven’t done smut and wanted to ask if you could write a Severus x Reader x Lucius story? It can be anything you decide! I’ll love it either way <3 <3 <3 (very detailed too)

Not my GIF, Creds to original owner

Three’s A Crowd

Summary: After repeatedly begging Severus to invite Lucius to your bedroom, he finally allows it. Being the man he is, he can’t help but make it about him and just how well he knows your body.

AN: This took far too long to write, more than I’d like to admit, but it was fun! I hope this is close to what you had in mind, Anon! Also this is very detailed (hence why it’s a little on the long side) as you can see in the request.

Pairings: Severus Snape x Reader, Lucius Malfoy x Reader, Severus x Reader x Lucius, Dominant! Severus Snape x Reader, it’s literally porn with barely any plot

Words: Nearly 10k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, oral sex, penetration, breath play, brief spankings, bondage, slapping of the face, threesome, explicit language, degradation

Your eyes scanned the room, seeing the target of your thoughts. Lucius Malfoy, one of the most loathsome men you’d ever met, was standing off to the side, glass in hand as he caught your gaze. You smirked and looked down, acting as if you were busy pouring yourself a drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him journey his way over to you.

You didn’t know how he had gotten here, it was a staff party, and he wasn’t a part of the staff in anyway possible. You doubted it took much for him to force himself into the room, Dumbledore most likely hadn’t cared after all and the man wasn’t disturbing anything for once.

“Y/N, how nice to see you.” His voice lowly spoke in your ear, causing a sense of warmth to come over you.

You looked up at him uninterested and raised an eyebrow, “I do work here, Lucius, don’t act so surprised.” You turned your body to him, quickly eyeing the taller man. “And just what are you doing here? How exactly did you get invited?”

His smooth laugh made your knees weak and you leaned against the table, “It doesn’t take much to get in here. Albus is a simple man and Severus subtly invited me, though I feel he’s up to something.”

You glanced over at the man, seeing him talk with Aurora Sinistra, and felt a sense of jealousy wash over you. They were standing too close and she’d told him a joke in his ear, making him laugh and gently grab her arm. It wasn’t like Severus, even at the usual party, and it made you frown.

“Severus, ever the charmer isn’t he?” Lucius interrupted your thoughts, regaining your attention.

You nodded, “Yes, he is.” You bit out, still seeing him talk with the java skinned woman. You studied the blonde haired, blue eyed man’s face, something about him looked different. “Shaved recently, have you?”

He saw you tilt your head and rake your eyes over his face, he felt a surge of uneeded confidence wash over him. “Surprised you noticed, Narcissa hadn’t even said anything and Merlin knows she hates the scratchy feeling.”

“That’s where she and I differ; I don’t mind the rough feeling of stubble against my skin.” You shrugged and swirled your drink around before looking him in his eyes, taking a sip and watching him intently.

His eyes glazed over with lust and you saw him briefly look down to your lips, the man almost leaning into you. “Such a shame she doesn’t like it really, I always thought it framed your face well and made you look more... domineering.” He heard the salacious tone you held and couldn’t help but lick his lips, making you reach up to fix the collar of his long, black coat.

He grabbed your hand, holding it in his grasp, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Y/N.”

You looked down to your joined hands, enjoying the feel of his hold on you, “It’s good you do. Know better that is.” You slowly looked up at him and rubbed your thumb over his skin.

“Oh?” He didn’t know how to respond, he was shocked you actually reciprocated his attraction. “What exactly do you want to do about it?” He stepped closer to you now, moving his hand to try and hold your waist.

Before he could, and before you even had the chance to respond, you felt a chill wash over you, making you shiver at the intimidating aura you felt. It was dark and cold, it both scared and excited you, making you want to do anything at their command. “Why... are... you holding... my... girlfriend?” Severus pulled you to him, glaring at the man in front of you.

“Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to hold her.” Lucius scowled, retracting his grip on your hand, making you frown.

You decided to speak up, “He was just keeping me company, Severus, since you were so busy with Aurora.” You hissed at him, stepping closer to the other man, getting out of his clutch.

His eyes looked down at you, holding contempt at your decision to voice the opinion he hadn’t cared to hear. His strong hands pulled the back of your robes, yanking you to him and making you stay there. “We were merely talking, unlike you two here. Now, unless my eyes are deceiving me, and I don’t think they are, I saw you not only touch her but move in to try and kiss her.”

You rolled your eyes, irritated on the outside, but grinning like the Cheshire Cat on the inside. This was what you had wanted, see them argue over you, fight for your attention. Seeing Severus jealous was one of the most arousing sights and the sex you two would have after would be nothing less than satisfactory. It brought you back to your conversation from earlier today

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Severus stormed into his room, you following right behind him, “I don’t see why we can’t at least try it!”

He stopped an sharply turned to you, “I will not have Lucius Malfoy,” he spit out his name. “Touch what’s mine.”

“But you can have restrictions, he doesn’t have to do all of what you do to me.” You begged, you’d wanted this for quite some time now. He’d looked good since you all were students and time had only aided his appeal.

Your boyfriend strided over to you, “We’re done with this conversation, Y/N, stop talking about it. It’s not going to happen. Get over your whorish thoughts and shut up.” He grabbed your face, making sure you saw how serious he was. You huffed and shoved him off, angrily leaving the room.

You’d ignored him the entire day, you were going to get your way regardless, might as well make a show about it. You acted sweetly to everyone except him, making a scowl set upon his face for the day. He was ruder to the students today more than ever before and you had to work twice as hard to cheer the children up, he could get ridiculous sometimes and you didn’t like it. He tried coming to speak with you before the party and you wouldn’t listen, his anger had been sitting all day. He was waiting to boil over.

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Lucius pursed his lips, “I didn’t see our interaction as anything besides talking.” He looked at you and you nodded, making Severus’ grip tighten.

“Go talk to someone else and get away from me,” he hissed into your ear. “I’ll get you when I’m ready for you.” He saw your look of protest, you were so close to Lucius you could taste him, there was no way he was going to ruin this. Seeing you still standing there, “Now.” He shoved you away from him.

Walking off, you turned over your shoulder to see the two men speaking aggressively to each other, getting in one another’s face. You smirked at them, this was going to be amazing if you were able to pull it all off, nothing was going to stop you. Sensing your gaze on him, Malfoy looked at you, sharing the same expression as you which in turn made Snape look at you evilly. You moved your eyes to his face and instantly turned back around, hurrying to go speak with Minerva and Albus.

Some time had passed since you came over here. You had been speaking with your two favorite people for a while now, and as much as you loved their company, you couldn’t help but look over to where Severus was arguing with Lucius still. Not being able to know what they were speaking about, but having an idea, was driving you mad. As Lucius walked off, you noticed the obsidian eyed man now staring directly at you, penetrating your soul, as he came over to you.

“Albus, Minerva, may I whisk Y/N away from you?” He never took his eyes off of you as he spoke, making you squirm under his gaze. They nodded, seeing the instense face off you two were in, and let him grab you and leave.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he dragged you out of the room, he was so alluring. The way his face set into a heavier scowl whenever you’d make him upset, how his eyes would darken, mind swirling with the most tortuous ways to punish you. He was so beautiful to look at, you wanted to drop to your knees in front of him, let everyone watch you pleasure him. By the time you two exited and reached the hallway, he was still seething. He moved his eyes to stare at you and you smiled but soon frowned when the sentiment wasn’t returned.

You tried to speak but he cut you off, “Strip.”

You looked at him as if he was mad. You were right outside of the busy room, anyone could come out and see you naked. See you bared for him, ready and bouncing at the idea of doing whatever he’d allow you too. “I will not!”

He rolled his eyes seeing that you were going to be even more difficult for him. He grabbed your cape and ripped it off of your body, making you stumble back and look at him, and he didn’t give you a chance to regain your balance before he pushed your chest. You took it as a sign to strip as he had asked. You pulled your top over your head, and then your skirt down your legs, you shivered at the cold hallways, instantly wrapping your arms around your chest. He slapped your arms away. Next, you took off your shoes, then reluctantly, your socks. The stone floors felt like needles against your polished feet. You stared at him expectantly.

“Finish.”

You shook your head, “Severus, I can’t get fully naked out here. Someone could see me.” You giggled at his seriousness.

He raised an unamused brow, not able to find what was so funny. “Get... naked... now.”

You sighed and looked around. Maybe you wouldn’t get caught, everyone was wrapped up with each other and drinking that they hadn’t even paid attention to you leaving. Plus you knew that those parties could last a long time. Taking off your lacey, pink lingerie set, you maintained eye contact with him the entire time, knowing he loved that. You unhooked your bra and slid the straps off your shoulders, letting the material slide off and hit the floor. Next were your panties. You hooked your fingers in the side and slowly pulled them down, seeing him enjoy the show you were putting on for him. Usually he’d be the one to do this but he clearly wasn’t in the mood for gentle affection tonight.

“Wait here.” He didn’t give you time to argue, instead walking back into the room.

You looked around the halls, you wanted to hide, afraid of getting caught, but you knew better than to go against Severus’ command. There was a draft in the area and you shivered again, your nipples were pert and screaming for attention, you groaned at the feeling of the friction against them.

The door opened and you coyly smiled, running your tongue along your teeth. There he was, coming closer to you, Lucius himself. He tried to look you in the eyes the entire time but the closer he got, the more he saw your naked form in the moonlight that was casting in through the windows, he couldn’t help but look down. His eyes clouded over in pure need as he saw how your perky breasts sat up. Your waist was so slim it made him groan and when he saw your bare mound he walked quicker. Severus placed a hand to his chest as the man tried brushing past him to get to you first. You giggled quietly.

Finally deciding to ignore the orders you were given, you moved closer to the pretty eyed man. “Lucius, so glad you could join us.” Standing on your tip toes, you ran your hand over the highest button on his coat, playing with it.

Not paying attention to anyone else, you didn’t notice your man going over to your discarded panties and picking them up. You were snapped out of your trance when he moved into your line of vision. “Open.” At his behest, you did as he said, widening your mouth and watching him. He forced your panties into your mouth, making you almost gag, and grabbed your arms.

“I thought I told you to stand still. Clearly you can’t listen as well as I thought.” He turned you around and moved your head forward. He placed your hands behind your back and hooked his arm through the crook of them, locking you in front of him. “Now walk.”

You obeyed. Your body was so hot now, from the glances Lucius kept sending you to the hold Severus had on you. Your legs wobbled as you thought about what would transpire when you got to the room, how you would be treated as nothing more than a toy for their enjoyment. You couldn’t wait!

Severus had decided that everything would happen in your quarters, the thought of Lucius fucking you in his room made his skin itch and he didn’t want to have to clean his mess when everything was finished. Your room was prim and proper, nothing out of order, though you did have a plethora of decorations. Nothing obtuse, they were appropriate and made the room feel warm. Your bed was huge, and it appeared bigger than Severus’ was, with four posts and a canopy adorning it.

Letting go and pushing you to the floor, Severus made your knees hit the ground causing you to moan behind your knickers. You shifted, sitting on your heels and spreading your knees, you knew the drill by now. You watched as Severus walked into your closet, hearing him rustle about through your drawer, and he came back out with restraints. Placing a pair on the chest at the end of your bed, he walked over and tied your hands firmly behind your back. You tried wiggling your wrists from the uncomfortable position to no avail, making him look smugly at you. You stayed quiet as he walked around your room.

“You know why you’re here, you remember the conversation we had.” Severus finally spoke.

Lucius nodded, “It was just a moment ago, hard to forget it.” He snarked, making you giggle. You straightened up when your boyfriend cut his eyes at you.

He’d pulled a chair up and sat down in it, crossing his legs and speaking, “The rules are as follows: No kissing her, no penetrating her, and no cumming in her.”

You hurriedly moved to spit your undergarments out. Those rules were proposterous, that wasn’t what you told him you wanted. “No...” you whined. “I want to feel him in me, spilling into me!”

When Severus’ face hardened, you cowered and looked down, you spoke out of turn again. “Get... over... here.” You crawled to him as best as you could on your knees and waited for him to uncross his legs. When he had done that, you saw him raise his hand, feeling the sharp sting from the slap he had given you and it made you moan. “I’ve told you one too many times tonight on your mouth, one more word and this, little thing, will end where it is at. Get to work.”

You pouted, it wouldn’t hurt him to ask nicely sometimes. Standing up on your knees you wrapped your mouth around the button of his trousers, unhooking it from the slit. You grabbed the zipper with your teeth and dragged it down his crotch, getting a grunt from him in return. You looked up at him and silently asked him to help you out, getting exactly what you wanted when he pulled his pants further down, moved his silky, black boxers out of the way, and pulled his member out, letting it slap you in the face. You strained to reach the top of his long, thick cock and he rolled his eyes, lowering it to your mouth. He was starting to get tired of helping you.

He could feel your hot breath on him as your tongue came out to slide up and down his shaft, looking him in the eyes the entire time. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, touching nothing else, and letting your tongue swirl around slowly. Your mouth glided all the way down to the base, making you gag slightly. No matter how many times you had done this, you could never get used to his size. He was huge and his thickness didn’t help either. Severus closed his eyes temporarily and let his head fall back, you were too good to him. Sucking hard, he could feel his semen starting to come to the forefront, as if you had made a personal call to pull it out of him. You started working your lips, pressing tight against his hard cock up and down, back and forth.

Lucius watched as you pleased Severus. He was enthralled, how your mouth effortlessly wrapped around the man, invited him in and swallowed him up with ease. His own dick was uncomfortably hard, had been since he’d seen you earlier, and he wanted so badly to let you do the same thing to him. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be rough or gentle with you but seeing as how Severus was doing both, he decided you could take it either way. He watched as the dark haired man put his fingers in your hair and gripped it tightly, guiding you how he wanted and setting the pace. It started off slow but it was quickly picking up speed.

You felt him force you all the way down, hard; feeling you gag but continuing to force you. Your long tongue slipped out of your mouth and licked his balls, coating them with your saliva as it dripped down and out. You slid off his dick and spent some time licking and sucking his balls further, not just the skin around. You took both into your mouth, making him feel like he was in the Heavens. When you let them fall out of your mouth, he whimpered but it quickly turned into a moan when you took his whole dick in your warm mouth again. You wasted no time now, sucking hard and fast, filling the room with your lewd sounds. He twisted his fingers in your hair, leaning forward and slapping your ass in encouragement, enjoying the jiggle it produced. You moaned out at that, making his dick tickle.

“Hurry, love, we haven’t got all day.” He grunted out, pulling at your scalp.

You hummed below him, pulling back to talk, “Yes we do, don’t rush me.”

You must’ve forgotten who was still in charge, because you weren’t supposed to talk and that was made clear. Severus opened his eyes and slapped the side of your face, harder than he had earlier, making your face tint harshly red, and pulled your hair so ruthlessly that you screamed. You bit down on him, regardless if he was trying to take control again you wouldn’t let him, he would know who was running things right now. He moaned “Y/N...” he whined pitifully, making you wiggle.

“Say it again.” You growled, he was getting closer, you could feel it.

He shook his head, his mouth and body betraying him, “Y/N!” With three hard thrusts and his hand on your head, he came deeply in your mouth, emptying fully into you. You brought your head all the way up, leaving your mouth on just the head, and you suckled, pulling out more cum than he thought you could. Squeezing your lips around him, he came a smaller amount and let his body fall back.

You were showing off, you had to admit. You had to when he was watching you. His eyes followed your every movement and he couldn’t get enough of it, he had been jealous watching you cater to Severus like that; your love for him showing as your eyes watched every one of his expressions above you. He wanted to yank you off of him and force himself down your throat, make you beg behind him to take it easy. That’s when his decision was made up, he intended on taking you roughly and regardless of Severus’ rules, he was going to release a load down your throat.

The room fell quiet, apart from Severus’ quiet pants. He’d regained himself and rubbed the side of your cheek, soothing the pain that was now there. “You did so good, love. Get up here.” He helped guide you to his lap as you sat on his naked thighs, feeling him poke against you. His once flaccid cock was starting to grow hard again from the radiating heat you were producing. You looked at Lucius and had a smirk on your face, he’d enjoyed it more than you thought.

“She’s good when she behaves and does what she’s suppose to.” You heard behind you, quivering with his hot breath.

“I see.” Lucius agreed. His voice was huskier now and his pupils were completely blown.

Severus looked down to you, “Are you ready?” He wanted to make sure you were more than comfortable and alert when you began.

You eagerly nodded, “Yes, sir.” You were about to hop off his lap but he stopped you. You frowned and turned around seeing him look down, you strained your neck to see what he meant. Oh. Of course. He was untying the bindings for you. When the restraints were off, you twisted your wrists and rubbed the raw skin, exhaling at the feeling.

Not wanting to take any longer you walked over to Lucius, grabbed his hand, and walked him over to your bed. He watched as you climbed slowly onto the bed, teasing him, giving him a clear view of your wet cunt. He groaned and prepared himself for what was about to happen.

You sat down on your calves and looked up at him, “Excited, are we?” You teased him, seeing the strain in his pants too. He chuckled and you continued on. Standing on your knees now, you reached his trousers and undid them with your long, slender fingers, making him sigh out as you brushed against him. Finally undoing his pants, you reached up to take his coat off as well.

You were interrupted, “Not necessary, get on with it.” Severus called out, admittedly he didn’t need you touching over the other man so much, he’d be fine with his long coat on still. After all, he’d still had his on when you got him off. His jealousy was starting to show and he wanted more attention to him than you were giving the man in front of you. Dropping your hands, you sank to your stomach, arching your back in the air as you pulled his undergarments down now too. You backed up in time to avoid being hit in the face by his swollen, pink dick.

He was a lot different than Severus was. He was thinner and smaller, not drastically to the point you’d laugh, but he just wasn’t your man. You could see the tense veins all over him and traced you hand over them, giving him chills. He was also bent towards the end and heavier right there whereas Severus had equal weight all the way through, too damned heavy all together.

You looked up at him through your long lashes, staring right into his eyes, “Are you ready, Lucius?” He nodded, unable to speak at your sultry voice and you took that as your cue to begin.

Spitting on him and letting it hang off your tongue, you took a different approach. Opening your mouth and inviting him into the heat you moaned approvingly at the taste of him and moved quicker. You took him deep, humming against him and creating a vibrating feeling as he started to shallowly thrust into your mouth.

You too looked him in the eyes and when he felt your gaze he looked down at you, rubbing your face, “You’re doing so good.” He praised you and made you smile. You heard Severus growl at the compliment and you looked over at him. You looked him in the eyes as you stroked Lucius while you sucked him off, twisting him in your hand and mocking Severus.

Lucius reached out to rub your back and it felt all too good. His earlier decision had been completely abandoned, there was no way he would be able to be rough with you, especially not with your doe eyes looking up at him so innocently as you moved so dirty on him. He brushed the hair out of your face and looked at you so adoringly that it had the person in the chair rise out of his seat.

Watching the interaction between you two had angered him, this wasn’t how Lucius was supposed to treat you, that was his job. Touching you so affectionately, having nothing but a look of awe and admiration as you sucked an slurped him, it was becoming too much for him to sit back and just watch. Deciding to take over again, Severus removed the rest of his clothes and walked over to stand behind you on the other side of the bed. You stopped briefly and turned around to see what he was doing. He slapped your ass and made you get back to the cock in front of you.

Lucius tilted his head back, running his hand through your long, H/C tresses, “Feeling inferior, Snape?” His steel blue eyes looked at the obsidian eyes across from him, holding the most satisfied look.

Severus scoffed, “To you? Don’t amuse me, Malfoy.” You could laugh at the battle these two were having right now. You chose not to. “We both know who Y/N belongs to.”

He leaned onto your back, caressing the sides and leaving a trail of kisses down your spine. Regardless of you sucking off another man at the same time, he was going to have you saying his name. He traveled lower, licking a path the whole way, and stopped at your bottom. He swirled his tongue on the fleshy meat and harshly bit down on it, eliciting a scream from you which made Lucius’ hips falter and you gag.

He raked his teeth down and spread your cheeks, opening you up to him. He closed his eyes and groaned at your silky entrance, you were glistening and leaking onto your thighs. He didn’t dive right in yet, kissing the skin of your thighs and murmuring on it, making you quiver at the feeling of his rough lips against your skin. He ran his hands over the expanse, kneading and pinching you along the way.

Moaning the deeper Lucius went, you felt him in the back of your throat and tightened it. You moved his hand to your head so you could let him know you were ready to be rougher. Getting the memo, he pushed your head deeper, sniggering at the gag and watery eyes. You strengthened your hold on his cock and squeezed to the point of pain, he pulled your head back by your hair and his hand got slapped by Severus. That was his head of hair to deal with.

“I must say,” Severus spoke up. “I almost admire your bravery to accept this invitation. Not many can handle it.”

Lucius looked up at him, “Can’t be all that hard when the wench is almost begging to have your cock down her throat.” He looked down at you and thrusted harder the more he spoke. “I’d be a fool to decline.”

Nodding his head in agreement, “Her whorish ways are greatly appreciated, and she’s always awarded afterwards, isn’t that right, love?” He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your entrance. You nodded as he sank into you, shaking as he penetrated you deeply.

Lucius had to turn the tables, your ministrations were faltering at the hands of Severus and he wouldn’t have that. Grabbing both of your cheeks, he fucked your face ruthlessly and didn’t allow you to breathe. He watched as Severus’ eyes darkened in anger and he quickened his thrust into your tight channel.

It was a battle of dominance. Both men needed you to understand that you were nothing more than their fuck toy, a pet to them. Though you knew with Severus it was far more than that, you two went beyond just fucking. He was your soulmate and you knew that, as did he. He looked down at where you two were connected and moved quicker, making you crash into Lucius.

Pulling his dick out of your mouth, you slapped it on your face, hitting both side of your cheeks. “You’re close, Lucius, I can feel it.” He nodded, succumbing to your magic mouth. You grabbed the head of him and blew on it, smirking at his gasp, and ran your tongue along the underside of him. Getting to the frenulum, you nibbled on it, biting down hard enough to make him his hiss at you. You grabbed his balls now, taking them to your hand and rolling them, encircling your hand at the top of the scrotum and lightly tugging down; tickling them as you continued to suckle on his tip. You felt him stiffen up and and you hurried to look behind you, begging Severus with your eyes to swallow the man’s cum. He rolled his eyes and nodded, giving into your wishes and you smiled, slamming back onto him.

Turning back to Lucius, you looked up and winked at him, that was the final straw. He held your face as he stilled and shot his load into your mouth, flowing down your throat, and filling you up. There was so much going down that you had started to choke, but he didn’t care, he had stayed right there and watched as your face tinted and your eyes watered, struggling to breathe. He stood back when he was finished, going to sit down because he hadn’t trusted his legs. He watched as your head fell onto the bed and your boyfriend fucked you.

Whimpering at the feeling he was giving you, you reached back to push his chest, he had to slow up, it felt too good. He grabbed your hand and then the other, and held them behind you. Your ass was high in the air, you were completely exposed; your little pussy was on full display for your lover, leaving nothing for his imagination. The angle that he penetrated you was perfect. The head of his cock was ideally and deliciously positioned to stimulate all those places deep inside you that you most wanted stimulated. Both short and long thrusts of his cock were equally enjoyable. Having to balance on your knees, your arms restricted and making you feel like you could fall forward at any moment accommodated a wide range of different depths, angles of penetration, and speeds.

Using one of his big, strong hands he held your hips firmly in place as he drove his magnificent cock home again and again, destroying your helpless cunt. On the receiving end, you had a variety of options available to you as well. You could remain perfectly still, allowing him to fuck you however he pleased or you could do the work, rock your pelvis back and forth and mercilessly milk his cock with your snug, silky, wet softness. It permitted easy access to your girly bits for added stimulation. It was nothing for him to slip a hand between your thighs and finger your clit, having you begging and moaning. It allowed the same easy access to your breasts and nipples. That wasn’t his goal just yet, he planned on fucking you, not focusing too much on it.

Your neck felt so cold, you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t grabbed it yet. “Please.” You whined.

He stopped completely, leaning down to your ear, “Please what?” He whispered and kissed behind it, licking at where it met your neck.

You wiggled your arm free and brought your hand to his, grabbing and yanking it towards you. You wrapped it around your throat and squeezed, encouraging him to take the hint. Letting go of the loose grip that remained on your arm, he tangled a hand in your hair and yanked your head back immediately, having a death grip on the long locks. He snaked a hand around your neck and gripped it as tightly as possible, not going easy. You raised a hand to rest on top of his.

He sped his strokes up and thrusted into you even harder, hitting deep within you. You were a moaning mess, tears pooling in your eyes as he continued his relentless movements, balls slapping against your clit with such vigor. Removing one hand from from your hair and pulling you back by your throat, he brought it down to your bottom. “Count.”

He delivered a rough slap down onto you. “One.” You cried out. Another, this time harder. “Two.” An even harder one that made your legs shake came down on you. “Three!” You screamed, he continued until you reached 15. Your ass was painfully red and felt raw but the hand he was soothing you with felt too good afterwards.

Your airway was so restricted that you’d started to cross your eyes and the rapture you were being given was making them roll back. You bit your lip as your breasts and rear shook with the force he was pounding you at and whimpered the closer he got to your cervix. Rocking back onto him, your bed was shaking, scooting across the floor and moving, you both smirked when it loudly squeaked. You looked over your shoulder to see his face and he winked at you, thumbing your clit with a gentleness that wasn’t expected. When he’d finally hit as far as he good go, you fell forward onto your face, letting him fuck you into the mattress. You could already barely breathe as it was, his grip was getting even tighter, and now your face was muffled, hindering you from breathing in and out comfortably.

You started visibly quaking and it cause a concerned frown to appear on Lucius’ face. Your face was so deep in the sheets that he couldn’t tell if you were trying to get back up and breathe or not. “She’s suffocating, Severus!”

Having forgotten that he was in the room, the two of you looked at him. You didn’t even bother to lift your head up and just turned it. He watched as you panted and whined like a bitch in heat, watched as you gripped the sheets with your approaching climax. With one last slap on your ass, a pinch to your clit, he lifted you up by your neck and made your body bend impossibly hard, thighs drastically shaking, and you came as you looked Lucius directly in his eyes.

It was blinding. You felt like you were swimming then suddenly dragged under the water, struggling to gain your breath. The tingling feeling all over your body, followed by the pleasure and the the wave of relaxation made you sleepy. You were lightheaded and your entire body felt fuzzy, feeling like a static television as you fell down, spent and tired. Your face was flush, skin sweaty, as you dropped, moaning as your pelvis hit the hot, wet sheets underneath you. You felt Severus spill into you, some of his semen leaking out and onto your bed.

Having watched it all, Lucius glared at the man still inside of you. It wasn’t fair that he was able to have you like this everyday and night, he deserved you not Severus. His face turned red at the wave of jealousy that had washed over him, watching as the man slipped out of you and moved you to lie on your back. He watched as your boyfriend kissed your face, starting at your forehead, and ending at your chin. His lips curled into a snarl seeing you smile at him, satisfied and sedated.

Severus looked over at him and smirked, this was going better than planned. You were too much for him and he knew that, Lucius would never be able to handle you; he was too used to dealing with boring Narcissa, accustomed to their dreadful scheduled love making. If you could even call it that. He had to laugh at the thought.

Stepping off the bed and looking back at you adoringly, Severus walked over to get more things out of your closet. As hard as Lucius had tried he couldn’t ignore how much bigger Severus was compared to him, he seemed more experienced too which was odd. Lucius had been with many women before, unbeknownst to his wife, and even he hadn’t appeared that skilled when compared to the paler man. The way he paid attention to your body, adorned it, let him know that he’d have to try harder than he really wanted to. But for some reason he hadn’t minded. Not when it came to you. He wanted you in every way possible and maybe, just maybe, he’d get another chance after all of this to have you to himself.

You watched as the man who had tired you out walked back into the room, confidence oozing out of him followed by a layer of cockiness, and held a blindfold along with handcuffs. You felt a rush of arousal go straight to your core as he got closer to you. When he noticed your eyes curiously staring at him he turned away from you.

“Starting to realize you can’t attend to Y/N better than I can?” Severus jested, enjoying this all too much.

Lucius scoffed, what a fool, “Given more time than what I had, I’d have her forgetting that you even existed.” He stood up, chest puffed out.

Severus laughed at that, “You’re a bigger fool than I could’ve imagined. Standing here looking utterly stupid as you try to outdo me.” He shook his head and walked over to you. You sat up and gave him your wrist as he cuffed you to the bed, leaving your ankles untouched and free. He placed the blindfold over your eyes and gently tied it around you, not wanting to irritate your eyes. He pushed the hair out of your face and smoothed it back so it didn’t tickle you. “Care to prove me wrong?” He challenged.

Lucius stripped himself of his draping coat and warm clothes, now naked as well. He raised his eyebrow and encouraged the man to speak. He was tired of the dramatics, the longer they waited, the less time he had with you and he was far too eager to get back to you.

Severus walked over to the side of the bed, slowly running a finger up your thigh, stopping when he got to your needy cunt. “Since you horribly think you’re better with her than I am, why don’t we see who can make her... cum quicker?” He shrugged.

“That won’t be hard seeing as she clearly was more attentive with me.” Lucius boasted.

It was amusing, really. Seeing the two of them brag about their skills, argue about who was better with you. Obviously, it was Severus, but Lucius wanting to prove himself was the whole point of you inviting him here really. You knew he’d never amount up to your boyfriend, but the harder he tried, the more pleasure you received. And who was going to turn that down.

Nodding, Severus moved away from you. Lucius walked up on the now empty side and ran a smooth hand up your leg, moving your thigh so he could get on the bed. Sliding closer to you, you bent your knees to allow him more space. One of his fingers danced over your entrance, making you release a breath, and he ran it over your slickness, lubricating his finger. Moving his hand back up, his forefinger slowly circled and traced the shape of your vulva making your clitoris harden. He knew what he was doing and you found yourself pressing your vulva into his palm because it felt so good. You were moaning now, pussy feeling exceptionally hot and wet, it felt as though it was opening up and craving his touch. You suddenly felt like you wanted, no needed, him inside you. But he, not rushing anything slowly let a finger slide under the hood, brushing your clit, then retreated.

Your whimpered out, “Stop... teasing...” you panted as his hands continued to slowly rub you, making you wetter as he went on. He finally slipped a finger in and you loudly moaned, becoming greedy and needing more right away.

Ignoring you, he carried on teasing and withdrawing not going deep just circling and dipping. Soon, as your breathing quickened, and you began to moan, he added a second finger and dipped a little deeper. You pushed against his hand, him thrusting even deeper. You wanted his fingers deep inside your pussy so when finally he slid them all the way in, you were pressing yourself on his fingers as hard as you could. He sat up higher and added another finger in, pumping away while he used his thumb to rub your clit up and down. You spread your legs wider and pushed yourself onto him harder. He got the hint and pumped faster and rougher into you, and thankfully he didn’t stop. You rode his hand all the way to your second orgasm that night and damn if you didn’t enjoy the ride.

Seeing your body weakly lying on the bed and your chest heaving up and down, Lucius satisfied smirked was now stuck on his face. He turned to look at Severus, “Seemed quite quick, no?” He stood up and went to see how his now opponent was going to top that.

Severus rolled his eyes and took your blindfold off. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you saw both men standing by you, both looking all too smug for your liking. Knowing that Severus was next, you shook in anticipation at how he was about to treat your body. Lucius was amazing, you had to admit, but it would compare nowhere near to how Severus was about to have you a moaning, cumming mess on the bed beneath you. He noticed the glint in your eyes and internally chuckled at your excitement, now it was his turn to show out and he intended on doing just that. He tied the blindfold around your mouth, gagging you and making you frown. He loved hearing your lewd moans and whines so it confused you.

Crawling towards you on the bed, he hovered his body right above you, connecting his eyes with yours. He moved the gag and leaned down to kiss you, your lips brushed his, softly, just long enough that he could feel your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, “Are you ready for me, love?” He murmured on your lips.

You let out a breathy moan, “Yes, Severus.” You tried to reach up to kiss him, but he’d retreated before you were able to. He smiled at your frustrated groan.

Trailing his lips down to your jaw, he gently left a string of kisses there before he nibbled on the smooth skin. Sucking delicately on your neck, he’d started to leave a few of his marks on you, licking them afterwards to prevent any form of pain. He went further down to your chest and ended at your breasts where he sweeped his lips over the region, leaving goosebumps on his journey. Squirming underneath him, he licked your left breast, nibbling on the sensitive bud while he massaged the other one, taking turns to treat both of them equally. He suckled on them, caressing your sides and bringing his thumbs to pinch and twist them, rolling them between his fingers and tugging. You raised your body off of the bed, sighing as you said his name and he looked down to your cunt.

“So soon?” He kissed your breastbone, blowing on your heated skin. You nodded, ready for him to hurry and tried rubbing your legs together. He slapped your leg in warning, “Be patient.”

Passing your taut stomach, he left open, wet kisses. Continuing his kisses from your hips, to your pelvis, until he finally reached your open, slick legs. He leaned his head closer and kissed the sensitive bud making you whimper, attempting to speak behind the gag. He used his fingertips to open up your delicate, pink folds and slowly slipped his long tongue into your tunnel of love. Your body jerked upwards as he penetrated deep inside and then he began to lick your wet crack from bottom to top using the tip of one finger to stretch it gently downward. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and brought your sodding cunt impossibly close to his face, stopping to take a moment to breathe you in. You tried pleading with him to do something, but he was content with keeping you there. You yanked at the cuffs, letting them cut your raw wrist, and tried moving your thighs to encourage him to continue, but he had you locked in place.

He took one long lap and you nearly passed out, “Merlin.” Your muffled response sounded, mouth falling open even more as your head sank into the pillow.

You felt him laugh against you, “No, I’m Severus.” He kissed your folds. If you were able to focus your attention on him and not how he was making you feel, you’d roll your eyes at his corny joke.

He lapped you up, slow licks from top to bottom. You writhed around in a sweet agony. He made sure he was rough enough to be felt, but soft enough to still tease you more than please you. Your slick, shaven pussy was even sweeter tonight, and he couldn't keep up with the teasing much longer. As much as he would have liked to keep you on edge all night, show Lucius he could have your body however he pleased, he had an agenda of his own. He used his thumbs to gently open your folds as he blew a stream of cold air over your swollen lips. He could feel your warmth radiate and it bewitched him. There was no more holding back. He lost it and let his tongue explore all around your folds. He went from gentle and predicable to erratic and rough in a moment. Had he been able to pay attention to something other than your delectable cunt, he would've seen your back arch against his mouth and the silent scream you’d let out.

Finally deciding that he wanted - needed - to hear your whines and mewls, he brought a hand up, without moving his mouth from you, and pulled the gag down, allowing you to finally speak.

“Fuck, Severus! M- more, I need more.” You cried out when he bit you, rolling your sensitive bud between his teeth then slowly licking the pain away.

You felt the tug in the pit of your stomach making your body hot, but not unbearably so. A river of water, erupting into a tsunami the longer he pleasured you, building a force inside of your body, on top of your clit. Riding though your spine, your abdomen, all the way to your toes, coming to your cunt, goosebumps erupted on your skin. Your skin started to tingle, waves of pleasure swimming over you and bringing you under; you’re nipples tightened and got harder, more sensitive as your face and chest flushed. Your legs started to shake and you came immediately after as you screamed Severus’ name. He licked you as you cooled down, ready to jump right back in.

“All of this,” he swiped two fingers over you, getting your juice on them. “For me?” He brought his finger into the light, letting you see them glisten. Looking down, you nodded, not trusting your voice, but he wasn’t having that, “Speak.” He tapped at your sensitive clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

Severus looked over to Lucius and saw how his eyes stayed perfectly on you, raking over your face. He cut his eyes at him and pushed his way into the man’s mind, seeing what he was thinking. It sparked a strong feeling of possessiveness as he watched what the man was thinking, imagining himself and you caught in scandalous positions. Severus growled and decided to continue with you.

“Severus!” You screamed when his mouth hit you again all too soon. Licking everywhere, he used every pattern and motion you could think of. He peeled your labia apart and licked the part between your outer and inner labia, then licked your frenulum. He came back up to lick above your clit. He sucked your labia into his mouth and twirled his tongue over it. Tilting his head to the side and bringing your lips into his, he sucked gently and slid his tongue all over you. His fervent sucks and slurps made your head spin, and his groans against you made your legs quiver. When you got too hot, he pulled away and licked your thighs, letting your legs hang over his shoulders as he snaked his hands up to flick your nipples.

“Oh, Severus! Severus, I’m about to-” You couldn’t finish before another orgasm ripped through you, clamping your legs to his head, making him drink you up. You gushed as he licked you up, blowing his cool breath onto your heated center, cooling you down as you came down from your high. “Uncuff me.” You finally demanded, you needed to touch him.

Seeing as how well you reacted to him tonight, slightly more aware and intense than any other night, he decided to release the cuffs, watching as your arms fell. He traced a hand up and down your legs, tickling you before he pinched the skin behind your bent knee, making you open your eyes and look at him.

Without even looking at the man, “You can go now, Lucius.” Severus spoke into your sensitive cunt and made you shiver.

Lucius looked from him to you and noticed how your eyes never left Severus. As much as he wanted to continue with you, he was no idiot, he saw that you clearly had forgotten he was still there, even with your man saying his name and speaking to him. Your only focus was the man between your legs, not the one who looked surprisingly sullen as he gathered his things to leave.

That was why Severus had ultimately invited him. Not because you’d begged him, but because he was proving a point. Lucius was a weak man and he’d never be able to care for you like Severus had, you were strong willed and needed someone to dominate you, tell you exactly what to do. He hadn’t cared about who could make you cum first, in his experience, that was never the most important part. You’d remember how it made you feel rather than how quickly it made you release, it was about experience not speed.

Hearing the door slam shut, you snapped out of your reverie and looked over to see Lucius gone. You looked back at Severus and noticed his raised eyebrow, “Where’s Lucius?”

“It appears I’ve won, no need to dwell further.” He shrugged, feeling more than cocky.

You shook your head and watched as Severus made a move to lick you again. You quickly covered yourself, stopping him from moving any further, “Please, I can’t take anymore. You’ve done enough already, love, it’s my turn.”

He slapped your hand away, making you hiss as he brought his tongue to your clit, looking up at you devilishly before going in for a third time. He let his hands roam your thighs and squeezed them teasingly. You groaned at his touch and bucked your hips, “Severus...” you whispered, encouraging him to do more.

He slowly entered you with a finger, massaging the inside of your walls and watching for those pleasure spots that got his favorite reactions. It was then that he noticed how sensitive you were, your skin flushed and spasming at his touch. Your chest, your face, all of your smooth, S/C skin that he had caressed just minutes before, was tinted red and speckled with sweat. He loved seeing you like this.

"You look breathtaking, darling. Do you like when I attend to you, allow you to writhe at my touch?" He nearly growled as you bucked against his finger.

Having lost most of your energy, you tried your best to respond, “Yes, sir. Fuck, love. Keep going!” You squirmed and hissed. “It feels so good, sir.”

He heard your whine when he slowed his ministrations down impossibly slow, “Do you want more?” He teased you.

Gasping, “Please, Severus, make me come.”

Who was he to deny such a request. He started by inserting another finger. Fucking you slower this time, he let you feel every nerve explode with pleasure. Once you looked as though you’d settled in to this movement, he curled his fingers. You nearly flew off the bed, moaning intensely sitting up and reaching for him. He used his free hand to push you back down, his hand resting in the valley of her breasts. "Relax, Y/N. Enjoy the ride."

You moaned and he could feel your body pump surges of hormones through every inch of you. Your toes curled into the bed beside his shoulders, trying desperately to keep your legs open for him as you pulled at the roots of his long, black hair. It was a pure, primal pleasure you were enduring.

He had saved the best for last. He began increasing the speed of his pumping fingers while he licked and kissed at your folds and mound. You were getting close and he could tell that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. You opened your mouth and hinted at saying something, but got caught off guard when he took your clit into his mouth. He sucked and licked, all the while still speeding up the motions with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, Severus, yes!” You screamed, grinding into his face and whimpering when his nose brushed against you. “Shit, I’m going to cum!”

He could feel all your muscles around him tighten. Your efforts gave way and you wrapped your thighs harder around his head. He didn't really mind. He was chuffed knowing that he was putting you through this much pleasure. With a guttural groan you squirted as your body convulsed. He had to stop and marvel at the release you were experiencing. Every time he’d seen you do this was like the first, it still amazed him how he could do this to you. He had never seen it this intense, a mixture of hot, sticky cum and warm fluid was flowing out of you. You clenched his fingers within you and he could feel reverberations against your body.

Releasing his head from your thighs, you pulled him up by his head, both hands resting underneath his jaw. Your brought him to your mouth and he looked you in your eyes. Sliding his tongue out with your nectar still in his mouth, he let it fall out of his mouth, forming his lips so it could drip down and into your mouth. When you’d opened your mouth to him and swallowed, he lowered his head to slide his tongue in and you moaned into his mouth. Tongues dancing together in the battle of dominance, you wrapped your heavy arms around his neck, bringing him in even closer.

You felt his cock fall onto your sensitive cunt and gasped at the feeling, “Merlin, Severus, you’re hard as a fucking rock.” You both looked down to see his straining dick. You removed one arm from around him and reached to grab him, stroking him slowly as you let your thumb pass over the head. He groaned and you sped up, squeezing him teasingly as you came up and down. “I need you.”

He raised his eyebrows and grew a smirk, “You just had me, don’t you ever get tired.” He laughed, kissing you hard.

You shook your head, you could never get tired of this man. “No. Please, don’t make me beg.” You whined, he was taking too long and you could cum a lot faster when you were hypersensitive.

He looked at your neediness, seeing the want swirl around in your eyes. No longer wasting time, he grabbed hold of his cock, lined himself up with you, and slowly pushed in, making you gasp out the loudest silent moan imaginable. Oddly enough. He thrusted into you, having started slow but quickly picking up speed as your tight, warm walls hugged him, trapped him inside.

“I was thinking.” Your voice rang over the loud sounds of skin slapping. Seeing his questioning glance, you continued, “Maybe we could invite Remus next time.” You wiggled your eyebrows but they soon deepened when he hit a particular spot inside of you.

“Absolutely not. Never will I allow Remus Lupin to be near you like this.” He argued, hitting harder than before.

Crying into his neck you bit his shoulder, “Ease up!” He shook his head. “And why not? I heard he’s a wolf in bed.” You’d started to laugh at your lame joke but it quickly turned into a string of whines at his quick, deep thrusts that never seemed to end.

Severus might’ve said no, but you knew you could convince him. After all, he was adamant in not bringing Lucius to the room, and clearly that’d changed. If you continued to beg, how he liked, he wouldn’t be able to say no to you for far much longer; he knew you could be incessant when it referred to these matters. Remus was so sweet to you, always had been, and you wondered if that followed into the bedroom or if he was a beast, one that could easily control your body.

Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d even be able to get Karkaroff inside of you. The man’s height was towering compared to yours and it’d always had you pondering if other parts of him were just as large. You’d possibly even be able to see how long his tongue really was if you offered, he had always seemed intrigued by your alluring aura.

“Stop thinking about it, that is never going to be an option.” Severus interrupted your thoughts, successfully ending them when he cracked his hips to hit your spot, making your legs cling around him.

But maybe it would.

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End Note: OKAY! So if you think I was exaggerating with Severus’ size, look at this gif and tell me that he isn’t packing?? Like seriously it’s so hard to ignore!

Again, not my GIF, creds to the original owner

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"Give me a well-aged wine any day of the week," Sinistra replied. "I would be surprised if you had something to quench my tastebuds. They're quite sophisticated." Sinistra tsked. "You men and needing me to handle you. Such laziness if I've ever heard of it. Not that I can't or wouldn't carry my own weight but I will not enjoy myself if I have to do all the work." She picked up her quill and toyed with it in between her fingers. "And what exactly have you heard about my fingers?" she smirked, "and from who? I'm curious if it's someone who knows what they're talking about. Though they wouldn't be wrong." She tilted her head. Still at a tilt, Sinistra bit her tongue at his words. Antonin was all talk. He had to be. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the banter. "And you know how a witch should be treated? While she's the one handling you?" She raised her brow and corner of her mouth.

"Of course I love being the center of attention. Anyone who says differently is just kidding themselves. Or lying. Or both. All eyes on me in a desiring way? Yes, of course that's wanted -- why wouldn't it be?" Sinistra shook her head with a smile. "Wouldn't you like to know what I would prefer," She took the end of the quill and pointed it toward him, "but perhaps you should take the reigns. I'm ever so curious about what you would come up with." She paused. "Bed or no bed," she replied.

Sinistra just watched him for a moment. He continued speaking but she had ceased to listen. She watched his face and the way it was sculpted. Handsome enough but not devilishly. She supposed his attitude made up for some of that. Of course she did find him attractive but she had had better. Though for the night he could do.

Lost in her thoughts, Sinistra was completely caught off guard when Antonin placed his hand on hers. It wasn't something she was expecting. There was a click of electricity between the two that wasn't there during their back and forth conversation. Yes, this was bound to be an interesting night if just the touch of a hand sparked something.

"Surprise me."

“We could go to one of my flats.  That would be easiest, besides I have a better collection of spirits than any of the bars around here.  What’s your poison?  I prefer things more well aged.  I think I could handle you at least the once, or perhaps I should let you handle me, those writer’s fingers can do wonders or so I’ve been told.”  He laughed scooting his chair closer.  “We had better get out of here soon or I might make a scene in front of these desperate squibs, show them how a real witch should be treated.” “Yes I’m forward, and I think you’re enjoying it, being the center of attention after so much boredom, as much as I would like to rush you deserve better than a broom closet, unless you’d like to do both, something quick and something worth savoring.  There are things to be enjoyed with both I think, the taboo and the thrill of being caught.” Antonin moved a hand to Sinistra’s face.  He could see it in her eyes, that spark of something that was inevitable if stoked correctly.  It was nearly as delicious as the rest of her. “Yes I think I’ll have fun with you, who knows what situation we’ll be in the next time we meet, can’t risk you having gotten bored by then, or maybe I’d just like to have my fill.” He stroked her chin.  Her lips weren’t quite as enticing as her legs, but still they drew him in.  Her behavior, the look of her.  How Rodolphus had thrown her name out was almost like a challenge.  He licked his lips savoring the anticipation before leaning close and whispering to her. “I don’t mind if we don’t quite make it to a bed.” He enjoyed twisting her words a bit and the feeling made him smile. “Or are you one to enjoy comfort when you get down to task.  Take as many other factors out of it so you can really go off the rails?” His hand sought out hers grasping it slowly yet firmly.  He enjoyed the side effect of intimacy the gesture created, but the speed at which he stood and helped her to her feet complimented the look he gave her.  “Should I apparate us or would you rather decide where we go?”