#isaac cooper

[slytherin-paramour]

Played a little more of my Isaac game last night 💚

[cuffmeinblack]

Lucky Felix

Isaac Cooper x Felix McLaggen (OC)

Tags: explicit | handjobs | anal sex

2k words

Summary: After winning the Quidditch house cup, Isaac lets off some steam with his teammate.

A/n: Even though like three people are gonna read this, I couldn't help it. I ship them SO HARD. The legendary Isaac Cooper has been adopted by @slytherin-paramour (I hope I did him justice) and Felix McLaggen is my OC. The two hottest chasers the Gryffindor Quidditch team has ever seen. I've been enjoying roleplaying him so much!

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

The chants followed the team off the pitch as Madam Kogawa blew her shrill whistle, barking at their housemates to leave the team be, and that no, parties were not permitted in the stadium changing rooms. There would be time for revelling when the victors returned to their common room later, no doubt with smuggled crates of alcohol and perhaps a little mallowsweet passed around if they were lucky.

The entire team was buzzing, Oscar was just a copper blur as he whizzed around the changing room, patting every one of his teammates on the back. Jamie was so awestruck he simply sat on a bench with a grin plastered on his face in disbelief. Isaac, though…he clutched the trophy so tightly it was a wonder the metal hadn't crumpled under his strong grip. His dark hair, so usually pristine off the pitch, was now a windswept mess much like Felix's own, but it looked so much better on him.

"What are you staring at?"

The question came as a surprise, and Felix realise that yes, he'd been staring.

"Just…I can't fucking believe it!" he replied, breaking into a grin.

"Should've had more faith in your captain, McLaggen."

Felix laughed as Isaac held out the trophy, nodding his head towards his outstretched hand.

"Take it."

He did, wrapping his still-gloved hand around the delicate gold handle. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the cup pull, and for a terrifying second he thought the trophy had been a portkey. Instead of hurtling into oblivion, Felix found himself hurtling towards Isaac as he yanked him towards his outstretched arms. With a round of laughter, Isaac slapped him on the back, his hand lingering on Felix's sore muscles. What he'd give for a firm massage about now.

The elation turned quickly into something much more intense as he was wrapped up in Isaac's arms, the musky scent of victory mixed with his aftershave causing Felix's head to spin and loins to stir. He had to get this under control. Pulling his gaze away from the dark haired chaser, he glanced over at Oscar, who was busy pulling off his gloves and looking right at him. He seemed to know something Felix didn't, as he only offered a nod and a smile before his legs were taking him out of the sweaty room. He was being led, or rather dragged by Isaac, both still clutching the cup.

"Where we going, mate? I need to take a shower before the party…"

Isaac answered the question by stopping his retreat in the tunnel and turning his attention to Felix with a dark gaze he knew all too well. He'd seen it being used countless times on dozens of witches and wizards, the old Cooper charm now directed at him. He couldn't deny how much he'd wanted this as his captain pinned him against the wall of the stands with a strength that made his tired knees even weaker, but he'd hoped beyond all hope that if the time ever came to kiss Isaac, it wouldn't just be driven by some post-match euphoria.

As his warm breath tickled his cheek, Felix almost contemplated asking him to stop, until his lips crashed into his and all thoughts evaporated from his mind. Vaguely aware of wolf whistles and interested mutterings, he tuned out every sound except Isaac's heavy breathing and quiet moans as their tongues made battle and hands grabbed at each other's dirty, sweat-stained uniforms.

This was really happening, and there was nothing Felix could do to stop it. His body yearned for him an Isaac was simply too convincing, too strong-willed. He always got what he wanted, and tonight, he wanted Felix. 

The stumble back to their dormitory was the longest of his life, making no attempt at subtlety—everyone knew Isaac's reputation, why would he hide it? Felix was another notch on his bedpost, of which there were many. The two adrenaline-fueled boys peeled each others clothes off the moment the door closed behind them, revealing nothing new except their very obvious arousal. Countless times they'd seen each other in the showers or getting changed after a match, but Felix had always managed to hide how much he enjoyed his teammate's body, shamefully pumping himself under the running water whilst he imagined what it would be like to hold himself against him.

His wish was about to be granted as Isaac guided Felix by the hips onto his bed, laying him back with a low growl that stirred something deep inside him as his cock throbbed painfully with need. What the fuck was happening, he had no idea, but he wasn't about to question it. His mind was addled with lust as he looked up into those piercing eyes framed by dark strands of damp hair that drew Felix's hand upwards.  Fingers tangled in his hair as Isaac straddled his thighs, burying his face against Felix's neck with another salacious moan.

His heart hammered in his chest as Isaac ripped his hands out of his hair, bringing them above his head on the bed in one swift movement. He felt the boy smirk against his neck at Felix's gasp, his body lowering onto him to press every bare inch of glistening skin together. Every conquest of Isaac's flashed through Felix's mind and he felt his body falter, until Isaac whispered in his ear.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, McLaggen," he said with a grind of his hips.

Their erections rubbed almost painfully against each other, eased by the slick now leaking from both tips.

"Fuck…"

He wasn't used to giving over control, the impulse to roll Isaac over underneath him only thwarted by just how strong the other boy was. Felix had his wrists pinned against the mattress, his tired muscles twitching in protest and powerless to fight against his restraint. Isaac continued his trail of stinging kisses down his neck, the sharp suction sure to leave a bruising reminder of the boy's latest sexual encounter. Felix's hips had a mind of their own as he arched into Isaac's rhythmic grinding, his moans now coming thick and fast as he lost the last of his inhibitions.

He wanted to reach down and touch him, feel his hand wrapped around Isaac's thick cock, make him moan. But his hands were useless, only his words able to convey his desires.

"Let me go, Isaac," he said, more sternly than he'd intended.

The dark haired boy retreated from his neck, flashing a devilish grin down at him whilst his hands tightened around Felix's wrists.

"What'll you do if I let you go?"

"Touch your cock. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I want a lot more than that," Isaac replied, but his fingers loosened, the blood draining back into Felix's hands and making them tingle.

Isaac sat up, allowing Felix to see him in all his glory, his eyes immediately falling to his hard length as his hand followed. Isaac let out a low, rumbling groan as Felix wrapped his hand around him, spreading the precum across the head with his thumb. Before he could start moving, Isaac had his own hand around Felix, his grip tight and not at all hesitant. They looked into each other's eyes, daring the other to move, and they did with slow, mirrored strokes as their hands and cocks brushed together.

Everything about it felt taboo, but that made it all the more exhilarating. The two friends caressed each other, spare hands roaming over their naked bodies as they didn't once look away in shame. Felix's breath grew ragged as he tried to control the urge to finish, made even harder by Isaac's constant muttering about how fucking good he felt.

"Isaac…"

The sigh left his mouth before he could stop it, head hazy from pleasure he took a second to realise that Isaac had stopped moving his hand. Felix frowned at him questioningly and the boy smirked, unwrapping his fingers and giving his hip a squeeze.

"Turn over."

Oh.

Releasing Isaac's cock, Felix rolled over on the bed, shuffling to get comfortable as Isaac's hands roamed the knots around his shoulders. Felix groaned as he began to massage him, relishing in the firm pressure that released the tension across his back, along with the constant prod against his arse. Once Isaac reached that particular area, Felix felt his cheeks part as his cock slid between them and he gripped the bed sheet tightly and groaned. He was so wound up and desperate for his friend's cock he contemplated begging, but he let him take his sweet time exploring his body, sighing with relief when Isaac finally probed warm, wet fingers into his entrance.

This wasn't his first rodeo, having various fumblings with older boys during his sixth year—he calmed his mind and his body followed, relaxing around Isaac's fingers as they slid into his arse with the help of a lubricant. It didn't take long to work him up to three fingers, the constant teasing of his prostate causing him to squirm and moan, seeking more.

"Isaac, please just fuck me already," he finally demanded.

The boy chuckled, smacking him hard on the arse befofe pulling his hips up to guide him into a kneeling position. He pulled his fingers out, immediately replaced by the press of the much thicker tip of his cock that made Felix's head spin. He'd never wanted anything quite as much as he wanted that girthy length buried deep inside him.

"C'mon…," he groaned.

Isaac pulled his hips back, impaling him as they both produced ear shattering moans that were sure to be heard downstairs in the common room. Felix had never felt anything so good in his life as when Isaac started to fuck him, slow and gentle but ramping up in intensity with every thrust as they lost themselves in the pleasure. He hit every spot just right, pummelling Felix into the mattress as his fingers worked bruises into his hips.

"Fuck, such a good boy taking me all, Fee," Isaac praised between heavy pants.

"H-harder…"

Isaac growled and bent over him, one hand bracing against the bed as he did as requested, fucking him hard and fast until Felix could barely form a coherent thought. He was only vaguely aware of the door opening, his bleary eyes making out a blur of copper that halted in the doorway.

"What the fuck…"

"Get out of here!"

Isaac didn't stop his thrusting, even as the horrified face of Oscar Weasley backed out of the room. Felix didn't want him to stop, he was close, so close…

"I'm gonna…"

"Yeah? Come for me," Isaac demanded.

With a strangled moan, Felix came hard, his body convulsing, hands and feet tingling as his cock leaked a stream onto the mattress below him. Seconds, minutes or hours elapsed as he whimpered into the mattress, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing down over him as Isaac continued to fuck him, chasing his own release.

"You've made such a…mess…," Isaac chuckled, the strain in his voice indicating he was nearly there.

Felix began to wriggle against him, overstimulation setting in until without warning, Felix felt a sharp tug backwards as Isaac pulled out of him and the subsequent wet splash on his skin as he came all over his back. 

"Fee…Fee…shit…"

Isaac gasped his name with every pump of his hand, every last drop of his cum leaking onto Felix's limp and shaking body. The mattress dipped as Isaac collapsed onto the bed next to him, meeting his eyes once again with a satisfied grin spread across his face. Felix returned the smile before the pang of painful longing settled in his chest. He couldn't say no to those sparkling eyes, even if it cost him heartache.

[giselsann-opencommissions]

I saw on a video that Isaac Cooper lived in Feldcroft and was Sebastian's neighbor, so I couldn't help but write this. is that I love Sebastián jealous.

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Summer had finally started and ominis was excited to go to sebastian and anne's house for their holidays. He had been staying with the twins since the second year, and even though his uncle was grumpy most of the time that didn't stop his days with them from being amazing. They used to play outside, go to the river, and other things. For the first time he knew what it was like to feel happy.

Feldcroft was a small but pleasant town. He loved going out to feel the grass on his bare feet, and the soft wind blowing his face, also smelling the delicious smell of freshly baked bread in the morning. Everything was, so relaxing.

One day he decided to explore the town a little more. While Sebastian and Anne received a little scolding from their uncle for breaking part of the fence on his farm. Fortunately Solomon didn't blame the poor blind boy. Because from his point of view, he seemed to be the calmest and most polite of the three.

So without wanting to hear the man's screams he went outside to breathe fresh air. He was allowed to use his wand outside of Hogwarts on the condition that he not practice spells. He only used it to guide himself. He came to some trees and a stone path, later a small cliff and the river. The blond stopped and took a deep breath as he smiled, but he suddenly had the impression that he wasn't alone. As soon as he heard a few steps, he turned around and raised his wand to notice the presence of another person in front of him.

Ominis: Who are you and what do you want? * he asked bluntly. followed by he heard a nice quiet laugh.

Isaac: Hehe, hi, sorry I scared you. It was not my intention.

Ominis: I wasn't scared.

Isaac: Umm, so why are you holding your wand like that? although we are forbidden to use it outside of hogwarts *looked at him curiously*

Ominis relaxed a little when he felt that the boy had no bad intentions and lowered his wand. He was just another student like him.

Isaac: Oh wait. I have seen you before. You are a gaunt. Yes, now I remember *he patted his forehead when he realized* You're from Slytherin, and if I'm not mistaken you use that wand to see. you are blind right?

Ominis: That's right... But I prefer to be called ominis.

Isaac: My apologies, ominis. I called myself Isaac, Isaac Cooper *smiles kindly*

"His voice is so nice" Ominis thought.

Ominis: What house are you in? *I had no idea why I'm asking, it's not like he'll be interested in socializing with other people.

Isaac: In Ravenclaw *he answered quickly* You know? It's not so common to see pureblood wizards around these parts hehe. You have family here?

Ominis: Oh no. He stayed me here with some friends during the holidays.

Isaac: Really? who is it? wait don't tell me The sallow twins, right?

Ominis: Yes. How did you know?

Isaac: They're my neighbors, and the only slytherin boys I know at feldcroft. It's been a long time since he spoke to them. after what happened to his parents, they have become distant.

Ominis: I'm sure it wasn't easy for them. However, I was also here last year, and I did not meet you at any time.

Isaac: That was because I spent the holidays in London with my muggle family.

Ominis: That's... Very interesting.

Isaac: I can tell you more about it, if you want.

Ominis was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Ominis: sure.

After that, both boys sat down in front of the river and continued their conversation. Ominis didn't know that he had this boy, but every word he released made him become more and more interested in him. Isaac was a half-blood wizard, his grandparents were Muggles and that's why he knew so much about them. He also found out that Isaac was quite good at Quidditch and had a certain reputation as a popular boy at Hogwarts, although he didn't say that last thing directly, he even seemed to be unaware of it, it was the first thing Ominis thought when he heard how talented he was. .

After talking for a long time, Isaac told him that he had to go, he apologized and said that he had things to do. Ominis just nodded and said goodbye with a small smile.

Isaac: By the way, you have a nice smile. You should try to smile more often *the attractive boy told him before leaving.*

Colors rose to his face and he felt a tickle in his stomach. He wasn't even able to answer that.

Those simple words didn't come out of the ominis' heads for the rest of the day.

When he returned to the cabin, he found Anne and Sebastián, both of them had finished cleaning up the mess they had caused and when they saw him they ran towards him.

Anne: Ominis! Where did you go? and alone! Don't you know there are evil goblins out there? *I ask somewhat upset. She could be very overprotective at times.

Ominis: I'm fine Anne, I can take care of myself * he complained removing the girl's hands from his face.

Sebastián: Even so, you had us worried! Where did you go? You shouldn't stray so far from home.

Ominis rolled his eyes and snorted.

Ominis: I only went to the lake, it's not even that far.

Sebastian: For two hours? * he said surprised *

Ominis: I met a guy and we talked for a while. His name is Isaac, and he says that he is his neighbor.

The twins looked at each other in surprise.

Anne: Oh, yes I know who he is. Although we hardly talk anymore.

Sebastian: Ravenclaw's star student? *he clicked his tongue, half irritated* and how much did they talk?

Ominis: Nothing in particular *didn't give details* just, we knew each other a bit. He's pretty nice, why aren't they friends?

Anne: I don't know, I hardly ever see him anymore *he didn't care*

Sebastian: I don't like him...he ratted me out once I tried to get into the restricted section.

Ominis laughed.

Ominis: You deserve it.

Sebastian: Hey! what side are you on?

Ominis: None, don't bother.

Anne laughed as well.

Anne: Isaac is very popular. You should hear everything everyone at hogwarts says about him. He even has a great rivalry with Imelda, as they are both very good at Quidditch. He created that she is jealous of how amazing he is.

A smile formed on Omini's face and Sebastian rolled his bored eyes.

Ominis: Anyone who makes Imelda angry has my respect.

Anne: Haha, yes I know. But that is not all. As if it weren't enough for him to be talented, he is also very handsome. I wish you could see it yourself.

Sebastian looked at his sister a little annoyed. What need did he have to say that? She didn't understand why he praised that boy so much. And seeing the face of ominis, his stomach burned and he was very upset. Ominis was smiling and had a slight blush on his cheeks.

Ominis: You're going to have to describe him... I'd like to get an idea of ​​how handsome he is.

Anne: Oh sure, but don't you think you'd rather map his face yourself? * she insinuated in a tone that annoyed Sebastián.

Ominis: What are you saying, I just met him, Anne. We don't have that level of trust yet.

Anne: But you didn't deny that you would like it hehehe.

Ominis blushed and Anne began to laugh at this.

Sebastián: They're ridiculous * he commented irritated and turning around to leave, taking strong steps and avoiding seeing ominis blushing like that for someone else.

Ominis: Huh?

Anne: Ignore him, I'm sure he's still mad at uncle solomon for punishing us.

Ominis: Or he really doesn't like Isaac.

Anne: Oh yes, it must be that too * he said with sarcasm and a mocking laugh. thing that ominis noticed.

Anyway, now he had another good reason to come to feldcroft more often.

[ominouscorridors]

Isaac Cooper, 7th year Gryffindor.

[ominisallow]

MC: What can you tell me about Isaac Cooper?

Imelda and Sebastian, in unison: He's the worst.

Ominis, letting out a dreamy sigh: He's so cool.

[skampi835]

Serpent’s Lullaby - 03 - how the Reception Ceremony actually takes place

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Genre: Romantic Drama

Style within this chapter: none specific

Warnings: spoiler

Word Count within this chapter: 5.717

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 Time on the Hogwarts Express flew by. After the witch rolled her snack trolley past their compartment and asked if they wanted anything, the rest of the several-hour journey was sweetened with liquorice wands, chocolate frogs, and pumpkin juice.  

 Garreth bought a chocolate frog for Carol and gave it to her as an apology for his botched expression. »You're still sweet, though,« he grinned cheekily, which elicited a wry eye roll from Carol.  

 If half the school didn't know that the self-proclaimed master of brewing was an incorrigible womanizer, she might would turn red. However, since Garreth directed his charm not only at her but also unfiltered to both Poppy and Lenora, Carol couldn't take it seriously.  

 Carol even managed to eat her chocolate frog, unlike Duncan, whose chocolate frog succumbed to a sudden urge to survive and hopped out of the compartment door from his hands. She looked at the collectible card of Grogan Stump, the most popular Minister of Magic in 1811. »Do you still need this one?« she asked Arthur, who she knew collected these cards.  

 Arthur adjusted his glasses and looked at the card. But with a »Oh no. Thanks, but I already have five of Stump,« he declined and suggested that Carol should start collecting them herself.  

 While Carol couldn't imagine finding an undiscovered passion for collecting, she still put Grogan Stump's card in her suitcase.  

 At some point, Garreth said goodbye and left to, as he put it, ensure the general well-being of the other passengers. Duncan translated it with the words, »Probably to flirt with other girls,« which made everyone laugh.  

 As the rushing environment outside the train window continued to change and the sun moved further towards the hills, they put on their school uniforms. The girls and boys took turns, with Lenora loudly threatening, »And if I catch any of you peeping, I'll hex you both with the hiccups curse!«  

 It was a threat that had its effect, as neither Arthur nor Duncan dared to take even the slightest glance over their shoulders through the lowered blinds. Instead, they patiently waited like gentlemen in front of the compartment and even shielded them from passing students by quickly sending them on their way or shooing them away.  

 It was already dark when Carol stepped out of the carriage, pulled by Thestrals, with her small travel suitcase in hand. Playfully and in high spirits, she linked arms with Poppy to walk the rest of the way up to the castle.  

 As they passed through the huge iron gate, already illuminated by torches, Carol savored every moment, no matter how mundane it seemed.  

 The castle loomed impressively before them with its many pointed towers and battlements. The sky wasn't dark enough to see the stars yet, but the light shone brightly from the countless windows of the building. The waist-high hedges stood out dark but well-tended against the gravel of the courtyard that bordered them.  

 First the beautiful modern steam train and now Hogwarts itself. Carol had mixed feelings as she approached the huge building with Poppy. On the one hand, it felt like she had finally arrived at her second home after a long, exhausting journey, and on the other hand, the familiar painful feelings of loss stirred up again.  

 Together, Poppy and Carol ascended the stone stairs to the entrance hall. Before they even reached the beginning of the stairs, Natsai Onai rushed towards them with a wide smile.  

 »Carol! Poppy! I was hoping to see you before the reception!«, she said and hugged each of them in turn. »It's nice to see you too, Natty. How was your summer?«, Carol asked, once she had separated herself from the Gryffindor.  

 »Exhausting,« Natty admitted openly, though with a relieved smile. »My mother and I visited my aunt in Uganda. On one hand, I didn't want to leave and thought my mother would have to drag me by my feet to the fireplace. On the other hand, I really missed you and my friends in Gryffindor. My heart still belongs to Ugadou, but I realized that I now have a family here too.«  

 »That's really great to hear, Natty,« said Carol, who knew all too well how difficult it had been for Gryffindors to settle into Hogwarts last year.  

 There was no sign of that now. Natty radiated conviction and enthusiasm. And something else shone too, namely the scarlet and gold Prefect badge on her cloak. »You're a Prefect too?« Poppy asked with a sunny smile.  

 »Yes,« Natty smiled slightly crookedly. »I only found out this morning. Fortunately, they decided not to make the poor owl fly across continents. My mother and I just arrived back in the UK today, and I read the letter. Floo powder is really quite handy.«  

 »I'm happy for you, Natty. You'll definitely be a good Prefect,« Carol said confidently.  

 »Thank you,« Natty's dark skin tone became even a bit darker around her cheeks after the compliment. »I really hope I can live up to the responsibility. There's so much to consider, especially now that I have to adhere to the school rules more strictly.«  

 »You'll manage,« Carol grinned knowingly, as Natty hadn't taken the school rules too seriously last year.  

 »And you've really got some color in your face, Carol. Were you also on vacation?« the Gryffindor asked.  

 Carol shook her head. »No, I wasn't away. This is the result of good old British farm work,« she smiled and pointed to her face.  

 Natty laughed. »Haha, I understand. Always diligent, as befits your house.«  

 Carol could tell from Natty's gaze, even though she didn't mention it, that she had also noticed Carol's rapid weight loss. Despite the school cloak and uniform that at least somewhat concealed it better than her travel cloak.  

 »I'll let you two settle in for now,« Natty said chattily. »I need to find Prewett. He's also a Gryffindor Prefect, and we have to help the first-years out of the boats.«  

 The first-graders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry traditionally arrived at the castle in a completely different way. Unlike Carol and the other years, they didn't take the carriages at Hogsmeade station, but rode in many small boats across the lake to the castle. They also learned this from their former mentor, who openly regretted that Carol was denied this sight.  

 So many stories and so many narratives always reminded them of Professor Fig. He had significantly shaped Hogwarts for Carol. The dormant pain of his passing also reemerged vividly.  

 »Prewett is also a prefect? You poor thing! You won't have it easy with him,« Poppy spoke sympathetically. Natty, however, waved dismissively with her hand. »I'll handle him just fine. It would be a shame if he kept me up at night.« She grinned mischievously. »Well then, see you later!«  

 With a wave, she quickly made her way down the stairs and across the manicured lawn. Meanwhile, Carol and Poppy continued up the stairs to drop off their luggage with Mr. Moon in front of the entrance hall.  

 Mr. Moon was the caretaker at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He took care of the maintenance of the castle and its grounds and many smaller organizational things to ensure a smooth and well-kept life at Hogwarts. Moreover, his life seemed to consist mostly of reminiscing about the ‘good old’ days and boastfully bragging about his deeds of past times, though no one really knew what those deeds were.  

 Carol and Poppy left their carry-on luggage with a steadily growing pile of travel bags, which Mr. Moon watched over with his hawk-like eyes. He loudly and extravagantly exclaimed, »Ahh... how nice it is that the youth once again experiences the respect of a strict school routine. In my time, we didn't stroll so casually through these entrance halls on the first day. No, we were filled with pride and eager for the knowledge that awaited us in this venerable institution of learning! The carefree life is over, my young ladies and gentlemen! From now on, it's all about respect and order!«  

 The two friends quickly passed him by before Mr. Moon could engage them in conversation.  

 Together they walked through the busy entrance hall. The marbled floor extended almost throughout the entire ground floor. The tall walls were decorated with beautiful tapestries and numerous pictures that moved in their frames and waved to the students. Torches illuminated the walls from their iron holders, providing warmth to the structure. The voices of dozens of students echoed off the high ceilings as they chattered amongst themselves.  

 Carol had really missed Hogwarts. Even though the pang in her heart was all too clear, she was happy to be back in the castle. To be a completely normal witch.  

 She would do everything in her power to truly enjoy this year.  

 »I'm looking forward to the feast,« Poppy chirped cheerfully. Her arm was still linked with Carol's as they wove through the students side by side. She had a happy expression on her face and wore a beautiful smile on her lips. »I'm getting really hungry.«  

 Carol decided that it was only Poppy's opinion and not a reference to herself. Sometimes she was just too sensitive. »Yes, me too,« she confirmed with a smile as they followed the stream of students to the Great Hall.  

 The Great Hall lived up to its name. Already a year ago, Carol was fascinated by the enchanted ceiling that constantly revealed the vast, open sky that was currently visible outside as well. In the dark night sky, you could see the stars and occasional dark clouds lazily drifting across the heavens.  

 The chatter swelled with each passing student. Meanwhile, Carol and Poppy walked along the long house tables, over which thousands upon thousands of candles floated.  

 Above the four long benches of the house tables, the respective founder's crests hung down from high ceiling beams under the sky in the form of long fabric banners. Viewed from the entrance, the golden lion on scarlet background for Gryffindor house stood out on the right side. To the left of that, the bronze eagle of Ravenclaw soared on a deep blue background.  

 Further over, one could recognize the bright banners of their own house, Hufflepuff, with the black badger on a yellow background. Above the table on the left wall hung the green banners with the silver snake for Slytherin house.  

 The tables were covered with golden plates and chalices. Many students were already sitting at the house benches, securing the best seats for the reception ceremony. At the head of the Great Hall stood another long table, on which Carol could already recognize many familiar professors.  

 Carol was taken aback again when she caught herself looking at the spot where Professor Fig usually sat, only to find an unknown man sitting there. He wore half-moon glasses and an older, patched-up cloak in a muted brown color. His sparse, dark hair was smoothly styled to the side. He was focused on Professor Hecat, with whom he appeared to be conversing.  

 Carol allowed Poppy to lead her through the rows of house tables and did not protest when she sat next to Arthur on the bench. »Hello again,« Arthur greeted the reunion with a very friendly smile.  

 Lenora sat across from them, waving briefly but continuing her conversation with Evangeline Bardsley undisturbed. Adelaine Oaks was engaged in a lively discussion with a fourth-year student about mallow leaves.  

 The Great Hall was so crowded and noisy that it was exhausting for Carol to listen to individual conversations. The murmur of voices grew so loud that it far exceeded the busy hum of a hardworking beehive.  

 She was so distracted by the many different sensory impressions, faces, and fragments of conversation that sometimes reached her ears more or less clearly that she startled when someone suddenly pushed her on both shoulders. »Hello, Roswell!« Benny Strokes grinned over her shoulder with a radiant smile. »I almost didn't recognize you. Have you lost weight?«  

 Benny Strokes was a seventh-year student. Last year, he gave Carol additional flying lessons, claiming that 'no one should have to endure this wet sack on a broom.’ He was a true Hufflepuff, friendly, helpful, and sometimes too honest.  

 However, it was precisely his courteous side that helped Carol improve significantly on the broomstick last school year.  

 »Hello, Strokes,« she greeted him with a smile, hoping it didn't look forced. She knew she would probably have to endure such comments for a while longer.  

 Strokes sat down beside Carol without hesitation and spread out unusually wide. »You don't mind if I save a seat for Cooper, do you? He's still taking care of the little ones. He's our Head Boy this year,« he said, running his hand through his dark brown curls. »I hope we'll have Quidditch again this year. I want that trophy before I graduate!«  

 Carol lost interest in the conversation, but she was far too polite to say so. »We'll see,« she contributed briefly to the conversation, but it didn't stop Strokes from continuing to talk. »Hard to believe. I've been Quidditch captain for two years and haven't played a single game as one yet!«  

 »Keep your chin up, Captain, it will happen,« a fifth-year student with freckles on her cheeks and long dark red hair said with a grin. »Have you made any plans for this year's team lineup?«  

 »Oh, yes, McIntosh! Good thing you asked,« Strokes replied with an equally broad grin, leaning over to present his thoughts at length. Carol was glad not to feel obliged to talk to him anymore. It was just too loud.  

 Meanwhile, Carol overheard fragments of conversation from Poppy and Arthur, who were apparently continuing their discussion about cats from the Hogwarts Express. She let her gaze wander over the rows of Hufflepuff benches, recognizing some familiar faces from the Slytherin table in the far back.  

 Her gaze finally stopped at two particular Slytherins whom she had spent almost as much time with last school year as with her housemates. But who were they talking to?  

 Curiously, Carol leaned her head to get a better view of Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. The two friends had turned away from their house table on the bench and leaned toward a rather small Slytherin behind them. Her golden blond hair was braided into a wide braid, and she was talking to Ominis, at least that's the impression Carol got. She couldn't hear anything, as the chatter in the Great Hall was much too loud, but the little girl's light blue eyes were fixed on Ominis.  

 If Carol didn't know better, she would have thought the girl was a first-year student. She looked so delicate between the two boys that she seemed almost fragile.  

 Sebastian's profile revealed that his eyebrows were moving up and down in alternation, first skeptically up, then down, and then up again, until they finally settled down.  

 Ominis shook his head vigorously and now spoke for himself, but it was drowned out by the general noise in the hall. With an angry expression, he turned his back on the girl and leaned over the Slytherin table.  

 The little Slytherin reached out and tugged at his cloak almost hesitantly, but Ominis pulled away. Just then, Evangeline leaned over to Lenora with her blonde curly head and said, »We could use a sticking charm! I bet that will make Black half-crazy with anger!«  

 Carol groaned almost out loud as Evangeline blocked her view, just when things were getting interesting! She leaned so far to the side that she almost collided with Poppy. Irritated, she asked, »What are you looking for?« while Carol searched for the little girl with a furrowed brow. But she had disappeared. Instead, her gaze met Sebastian's. The Slytherin, of course, recognized her, raised his hand, and waved to Carol with his cheeky, highly charismatic, and probably patented Sallow grin.  

 Caught, Carol smiled and felt obliged to wave back across the tables.  

 »Oh, Sallow and Gaunt,« sighed Poppy, with an annoyed undertone on the second name. Carol turned her gaze to her friend, surprised. Normally, this silly competition between Sallow and Gaunt left Poppy as indifferent as Carol, which is why she asked in confusion, »Yes? They are my friends.«  

 »Gaunt is a lost cause for me, Carol,« Poppy said unusually sharply. »He almost kicked Frederick last year and scared him away.«  

 Carol let out a soft groan as she too had witnessed the incident in Care of Magical Creatures that Poppy spoke of. »His wand fell into the enclosure and the stupid Dodo dragged it into its nest. How is Ominis supposed to see where he's stepping without his wand?«  

 Poppy looked at Carol unimpressed, as if that was not a sufficient excuse. Carol followed up, »Besides, the Diricawl disappeared before he even touched it. You can't blame Ominis for it appearing somewhere else.«  

 »Still,« Poppy muttered half-sulkily, turning away from Carol to continue her conversation with Arthur. He looked briefly confused, then embarrassed, but then he jumped back into the conversation with Poppy. Carol breathed a quiet sigh. Poppy had no sense of humor when it came to animals.  

 But Carol also didn't find it funny when people made fun of her friends. That applied to Poppy as well as Ominis and Sebastian, or even a 'Duncuff Knuddelmuff.'  

 Before Carol could get more worked up, fortunately, the Head Boy, Isaac Cooper, squeezed himself between her and Benny Strokes. »Sorry, Carol. Hello,« he said breathlessly, looking a bit dejected as he sat down on the bench. He looked like he had run through the entire castle to get to the Great Hall.  

 »Hey, Isaac! Finally here too?« Strokes grinned and patted him on the shoulder. »What happened? Did a first-year fall into the lake?«  

 »Two actually...« Isaac dryly responded, wiping his sweaty chestnut hair from his forehead. »Professor Weasley was really angry. How can you not sit still in a boat?«  

 Strokes laughed heartily. »We fell into the lake back then, remember?«  

 »Yeah. Because of you!« Isaac snapped and waved his grumpy face in Strokes' direction. »I'm a bookworm, you're the Quidditch captain. We're as different as oil and frozen yogurt!«  

 »And yet, here we are, in the same house and best friends!«  

 »Merlin! And I still have no idea how that happened,« Isaac chuckled, rolling his eyes.  

 The large oak doors of the Great Hall swung open loudly, and immediately the conversations throughout the room quieted down. Carol hadn't even noticed that the doors had been closed when Professor Weasley entered the hall with big strides, leading a neat row of first-year students in their cloaks behind her.  

 Carol turned on the bench to get a good look at the new Hogwarts students. She was glad that the conversations around her had subsided, and it was now a bit quieter.  

 The first-year students nervously looked around the Great Hall with wide-open eyes. Some stared with their mouths open at the now pitch-black ceiling. Two boys in the last row dripped water from their hair onto their dry cloaks. Carol suspected that Professor Weasley had magically dried the clothes of the two swimmers.  

 The excitement of the young students was almost palpable as they walked right past Carol. She wondered if she had also made such a lost impression.  

 Professor Weasley stepped up one step to the podium and instructed the students to stand properly in front of it. Beside her stood a stool on which the Sorting Hat rested.  

 The Sorting Hat was a completely worn-out, dirty, and ancient wizard's hat that had been patched and darned in several places. It would sort the first-year students into their houses, to which they would belong until graduation.  

 Professor Weasley raised a hand to adjust her glasses. There was no sign of Isaac's 'she was really angry' anymore. With a warm smile on her aged face, she began to speak. »I welcome you all warmly to Hogwarts, both our returning and our new students. As every year, we will first listen to the Sorting Hat's song before it sorts our youngest students into their houses.«  

 »A song?« Carol whispered, surprised. Poppy, sitting behind her, leaned forward to whisper in Carol's ear, »You were too late last year to hear it. Just listen.«  

 Carol gave her friend a brief grateful smile over her shoulder. If there was one thing she could be sure of with Poppy, it was that she wasn't easily offended for long.  

 The Great Hall fell silent. One could have heard a pin drop on the marble floor. Hundreds of expectant pairs of eyes were solely focused on this ancient hat.  

 Contours of eye sockets formed, and a mouth parted in the fabric. The Sorting Hat began its song:  

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

Year in, year out, as time flies by,   And once again, many young children gather nigh,   Here before me, in the old castle's hall,   Anxiously awaiting the decision that I'll call.

»That's just a tattered hat!« I hear you say,   But do not lose heart, hear me out, I pray,   Years ago, when I was still quite slick,   I learned a very special trick.

Deep into your hearts, I will peer,   Your desires and ideals, I will hear,   With this knowledge, I will sort you true,   Into the house where you belong, through and through.

Listen to me, for I speak with wisdom,   I have traveled far and wide since my inception,   I will tell you of the values that the founders treasured,   And with them, the foundation of this school was measured.

Gryffindor took the brave into his fold,   Ravenclaw the wise and always curious, so bold,   Slytherin prized purity and ambition,   While Hufflepuff loved diligence and loyalty with conviction.

As time passed and the founders faded away,   They left me behind, but not just to sing and sway,   No, I continue their noble task,   Forever residing in this magical place, my mask.

You may wonder now, »How can this be?«   »How can an old hat truly understand me?«   Fear not, place me upon your head,   And discover for yourself where you should be led.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

 »He sings a different song every year!« Lenora called out to Carol over the applause of the crowd. »Supposedly, he spends an entire year composing only this one song that he will sing at the opening ceremony!«  

  Carol sat with her mouth open on the bench, while applause broke out around her at all four house tables. »I didn't know he could sing!« The clear surprise was audible despite the applause.  

 The Sorting Hat slowly bowed to receive its approving applause. Professor Weasley patiently waited until the last cheers and whistles had subsided and silence returned to the hall. The first-year students had been the first. They looked so small and nervous.  

 »Next, I will read your names.« announced the deputy headmistress. »When I call your name, please come up to me. The Sorting Hat will announce the house in which your skills shine particularly bright.« Professor Weasley unrolled a parchment scroll and held it at eye level. »Birch Holly.«  

 A little girl with curly brown locks flinched. It took a few seconds before she pushed past the other first-years with hunched shoulders and climbed the step beside the chair. »Ah, they're all still so naive,« Isaac chuckled to himself as Professor Weasley placed the small Holly under the hat. Of course, it slipped over her eyes.  

 »And so stupid.« Benny added with a broad grin. »They don't know what they're in for.« he laughed softly and received a light elbow in the ribs from Isaac as the Sorting Hat announced, »Ravenclaw!«  

 Professor Weasley took the hat off of little Holly's head again while the girl smiled broadly. She practically leaped off the stool to run to the house table where the Ravenclaws received her congratulating and applauding.  

 Carol watched the Sorting Hat's sorting with a wistful smile. Exactly one year ago, she had stumbled into the Great Hall far too late when Professor Fig and she found out, through their involuntary detour, that Carol was able to see traces of Ancient Magic. A form of magic that could not be taught and yet existed all over the world.  

 Seeing Ancient Magic was a special gift, and very few witches or wizards were able to use it. This primal form of magic followed venerable and long-forgotten, highly complicated magical laws, yet it was completely unpredictable, wild, and impetuous in its effects.  

 Carol not only had the ability to see Ancient Magic, but also to use it. However, in its use, Ancient Magic always proved to be more than just one effect. An effect that was triggered by events and forces that lay within the nature of reality. The only thing Carol essentially did was to give it an impulse when she discovered the traces.  

 A year ago, Carol herself had been fascinated by her special talent and wanted to know everything about this magic and master it. She had not anticipated the enormous powers behind Ancient Magic and the forces that consumed it.  

 Hard to believe it was only a year ago.  

 A year... and so much had been broken...  

 Carol noticed out of the corner of her eye that the Sorting Hat had been carried away by Mr Moon past the stools at the front of the hall. Blinking, she returned to the present and found, somewhat disappointed, that the group of first-year students had already been completely distributed among the house tables. The sorting ceremony was over.  

 Professor Weasley rolled up the parchment scroll neatly and looked with a hint of pride over the student body, who had all found a place at the long house tables. She radiated calm and stability, qualities that Carol greatly appreciated in her.  

 As Professor Weasley passed by him to take her place at the teacher's table, Professor Black strode up to the podium. The headmaster was immaculately dressed as always, with his waxed beard and black hair neatly styled to the side. His emerald green festive tailcoat was adorned with ivory brooches, and not even a crease could be seen in his pants. With his nose held high and a cool gaze in his stern face, which was possibly meant to look respectful, Professor Black placed his gloved hands at the sides of the golden podium.  

 The general relaxed atmosphere shifted, and Carol reached a low point as she looked annoyed at the headmaster. If there was one thing she didn't miss this summer, it was this man and his speeches.  

 Apart from the fact that Professor Black was the most unpopular headmaster to ever lead Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Carol felt a nearly profound aversion to this man personally, and it had nothing to do with the pure-blood fanaticism for which the Blacks were infamous.  

 During the farewell speech for Professor Figg's funeral, Professor Black had been as tactless as an ax in the forest and an elephant in the china shop at the same time. Not only did he indirectly insult Professor Figg by calling his death negligence, but he also came dangerously close to dragging his wife Miriam's memory through the mud. Carol was still glad that she managed to control herself and not throw her cup towards Black across the hall at that time.  

 Although Professor Weasley had been able to save this inappropriate tastelessness by tactfully intervening in Black's catastrophic contribution, Carol had to leave the Great Hall immediately after the speech was over to cry.  

 As a result of this unpleasant situation, Carol's vulnerable feelings of the past had built up into a veritable inferno of anger and were directed solely at Phineas Nigellus Black. Until this moment, Carol had not even been aware that she was capable of such emotions.  

 Professor Black took an extraordinary amount of time before speaking, probably to maintain the same calm as before with the Sorting Hat.  

 »Don't make that face, Carol,« whispered Poppy, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. In the second half of the last school year, Poppy unfortunately became aware of Carol's growing disapproval whenever Black stood before the golden podium and gave a speech.  

 Black's silence also had the effect of making the students even more nervous and restless. They were all hungry and thirsty after the long journey and could hardly wait to eat.  

 Snobbishly, Professor Black pushed his chin forward and finally began to speak in his affected and cool snobbish tone: »Dear fellow students. I, Professor Black, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, welcome you to the castle.«  

 »Surely, he practiced that in front of his mirror,« Carol snorted contemptuously, receiving a hushed »Shh!« from Isaac in front of her.  

 Black turned away from the house tables to face the teachers at the head of the hall. »And of course, I also welcome our esteemed faculty back to this wonderful school.«  

 Carol wondered if it annoyed Black as some students clapped to welcome back the other teachers who had returned from their summer break. He only turned around again after the last clapping had died down, with a slightly sour expression on his face. »Before we begin the feast and reception, I have some important announcements to make.«  

 From the Gryffindor table, Carol thought she heard a faint murmur of disappointment. »Firstly, I would like to congratulate Professor Woodrow on his new position in Ancient Runes and Antiquities. He will be taking over the school subjects of Professor Fig.«  

 The older gentleman, with the half-moon glasses and patched dress robes, stood up from his seat. The same seat that Professor Fig used to occupy. There was only moderate applause, but Professor Woodrow seemed content with that. With his hands clasped behind his back, he bowed briefly and sat down again.  

 »Furthermore,« the Headmaster raised his voice again, »I would like to remind all students that entering the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited! I am also to inform you, on behalf of our esteemed caretaker, Mr. Moon, that the corridor on the sixth floor is closed due to ongoing construction work.«  

 »The sixth floor? Isn't that where the trophy room is?« Evangeline asked skeptically. »What could they possibly be renovating there?«  

 Isaac hissed »Shh!« again, this time in Evangeline's direction, before turning back to Professor Black.  

 Evangeline gave him a narrow-eyed look and mouthed the word »Bootlicker!«  

 »In addition, our prefects and head students are now instructed to take action with increased strictness, consequences, and vehemence against students who remain outside their common rooms after curfew! There will be no more secret nighttime walks this year! And don't even try to brew invisibility potions. We have ways of detecting the effects of various potions!«  

 Carol wondered if this also applied to the disillusionment charm. Granted, she didn't really feel an irresistible urge to sneak out of the dormitory at night to frolic around the castle. After all, she had decided to take it easy this year. However, the accumulated anger in her head was feeding her with rebellious thoughts.  

 It was interesting how quiet it had become in the Great Hall, but it was not comparable to the silence when the Sorting Hat sang. It was more of a tense, collective silence, where everyone hoped it would soon be over. No one was overly impressed with Black's lengthy speech in which he enumerated the school rules.  

 Professor Black cleared his throat and paused. Once again, a long silence ensued, during which his face increasingly looked as though he had bitten into a lemon. His expression was almost disgusted as he finally spoke the next words, with a highly irritated undertone: »Lastly, the Quidditch ban from last school year will be lifted.«  

 The crowd went wild! Regardless of the house, everyone clapped and shouted or cheered with euphoric enthusiasm. Some students had stood up to express their joy even more, and they partly fell into each other's arms. The noise swelled to an immense level, and it came so suddenly that Carol flinched in surprise.  

 Benny Strokes jumped up from the bench, threw his fist into the air and shouted, »Yeah! Finally!« only to pat Isaac's shoulders and shake him so hard he almost fell off the bench. »Finally! My last chance! Isaac, you're in!«  

 »What?!« Isaac exclaimed, still being shaken. »Not in a million years!«  

 »Hey! Who else wants to join the team? Tryouts next weekend!« Strokes shouted across the Hufflepuff table, ignoring his friend's objections.  

 »We’ll have the field first!« Imelda Reyes almost aggressively yelled from the nearby Slytherin table, causing Strokes to shout back rather nastily, »You'll need the training, Reyes!«  

 Carol was caught up in the excitement, even though she didn't care much for Quidditch. It was too fast, too dangerous, and catching a ball was already a challenge for her with her feet on the ground.  

 However, she understood the general enthusiasm for the most popular sport in the wizarding world. Secretly, Carol wondered if Madam Kogawa had really written to the Committee on Magical Games and Sports to lift the ban.  

 Meanwhile, Professor Black stood with his arms raised in the air in front of the podium, demanding silence loudly. However, no matter how conspicuous he was, nobody could hear him. Eventually, he pulled out his wand with a crumpled expression on his face and pressed it against his throat. »SILENCE!« his amplified voice boomed through the Great Hall, causing nearly immediate startled silence.  

 Black lowered his wand again. His unhappy feelings about lifting the Quidditch ban were all too evident.  

 Angry and snorting, he leisurely and slowly stowed his wand in the inside pocket of his waistcoat while enjoying the renewed calm and keeping everyone on tenterhooks. »I'm glad you're so... cheerful,« he spoke with a clear tone, clearly annoyed, and put his gloved hands back on the podium's sides. He squinted as he looked miserably slowly over the rows of house tables.  

 »I hope you will bring this same enthusiasm to your lessons tomorrow,« he snorted contemptuously. But even the most unpopular headmaster couldn't postpone his speech forever.  

 »I wish you all a pleasant evening and a good appetite. Let the festivities begin!«  

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I have to admit that I myself am a little sad that Omnis has hardly enjoyed any screen time so far :') This will change from the next chapter — promised!

[fathergustave]

Dudes in suits :)

Some chibi sticker designs

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse Masterlist

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Oscar Isaac's Characters x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

Status: COMPLETED

Marc Spector

Blue Jones

Laurent LeClaire

Nathan Bateman

Bud Cooper

Santiago Garcia

Richard Alonso Munoz

Duke Leto Atreides

Poe Dameron

Marc Spector & Steven Grant

*I WILL NOT BE TAKING TAGS!*

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 3. - Breeding / degrading.

Bud Cooper x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Breeding + degrading + age gap. (Early 20's + late 30's) (+18)

Important writers note. Since Suburbicon is set in 1959 you can guess it right, this is kinda misogynistic lol, there's a bit of dub-con with the breeding part.

Word count. 2k.

Summary. Bud is dying to make you a mommy.

Kinktober masterlist.

Bud was sweet, well, most of the time. You just weren't used to accepting the idea that sometimes he seemed to be obsessed with you.

Flowers, cards, expensive gifts. Having a boyfriend with a job was more fun than you thought, but at the same time, you had to deal with the burden of an older man with completely different aspirations from yours.

You loved him, and he undoubtedly loved you, but did you love him enough to set aside your life plans?

Attending college was a huge privilege, the idea of getting a job, your own apartment. You never saw yourself as a housewife, although you didn't judge those who made that choice; many of your girl friends were living a dream life that way.

And you weren't a fan of kids.

Oh, and weddings were too expensive to even consider.

Needless to say, it was the opposite of what Bud wanted for you. Well, for him. Or should you say, for the both of you, maybe?

"How was work?" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed his lips. As usual, the only thing between you two was a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful sunflowers that matched the aesthetics of your room perfectly.

"They're considering me for a promotion." The tip of his nose rubbed against yours, making you laugh. "You should think about... you know, what we've talked about."

You pursed your lips, shaking your head afterward.

"No." You had lost count of how many times you had to repeat this. "I've already told you, love. No marriage, no engagement, no living together, and no kids until I finish college." You knew the dialogue by heart, and he probably did too.

He groaned, a little pout appearing on his lips.

"People talk," he whispered before kissing your lips again. Ah, you knew that by heart as well; it wasn't very difficult for him to distract you from the main topic.

Ever heard the popular saying "Small town, big hell"? Turns out, for the whole neighborhood, your relationship was more than scandalous. Bud already had a reputation due to his recent divorce, and you had managed to make it even worse with what everyone considered "progressive" ideas for the 50s.

You weren't married, everyone knew that, and you weren't in the process of getting married because every time you attended a boring neighborhood party, they always checked your hands and your partner's hands as a way to confirm that there was no ring yet. But still, you never hid the liberties of your relationship.

You spent whole nights at his apartment, the old lady from the house around the corner always spied on you when you left in the early hours or even in the mornings, with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and smeared lipstick all over your mouth.

The public displays of affection were on your part, although it was difficult for him to give in a little, he later understood that you did not have to be a prude in front of people, in fact, he started to enjoy the way in which people stopped to look. how you devoured his mouth against his car and how it brought moans from your throat because of the way his big hands squeezed your waist as if you were going to get away from him.

He loved your cherry flavored lip gloss and letting everyone know you were his.

"They've always talked." You lowered the bouquet of flowers, placing them on the dining table as his hands traveled the same path over and over, from your hips to your waist. "You know it's not what I want."

He sighed but gave you the same defeated smile as always.

"I know." He took just two steps closer until your body was against the table. "I've got the migraine of the century."

You chuckled. You already knew what that meant.

"And how could I solve that?"

With little effort, he sat you on the edge of the table, and your hands traveled down his chest, brushing his abdomen until they reached the edge of his pants. You tugged at the fabric until his hips were comfortably positioned between your legs.

“You know well what I want.” It was the last thing he whispered before his mouth was on yours, kissing you wetly and desperately.

It was no different than other times, you would never have guessed that Bud had a mission for that night.

While he was nibbling on your lower lip your hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, you were never going to get tired of admiring his body, muscles and tanned skin were the perfect combination, although this time he was so focused on your mouth that you couldn't move away to do it this time.

His fingers slowly lifted the hem of your mini skirt, the one that made older women look at you with disdain in the streets, the one that he loved so much. Bud only pulled away from your lips when he wanted to, looking down as his thumb brushed the center of your panties.

"Look at that." He whispered, applying more pressure with his thumb. “You're wet from just a couple of kisses."

You nibbled on your already swollen and red bottom lip, your eyes not leaving him for a single second.

“You are such a whore, you know that, sweetheart?” You whimpered as his thumb began to trace small circles over your still covered clit.

You felt how your little pussy throbbed around nothing. 'Whore' was a word that you knew was constantly floating around town to refer to you, it was fucking hot when your boyfriend used it before fucking your brains out.

You nodded slowly and bit back the urge to smile.

“So desperate.” You felt him teasing your hole with his middle finger, wetting your underwear even more as he pressed the fabric against the exact spot your slick ran from.

You sighed and your hands rested on the table for some support while you held your legs open for him. His gaze was still fixed on his hands against your puffy little pussy lips, marking the line between them with his fingers.

“People talk.” He repeated what he had said minutes before. “They talk about what a whore you are for letting yourself be fucked without being married to me.” You thrust your hips forward in desperation when his hand finally slipped under your underwear. You needed him.

“I know y-you love it.” You whispered with a breathy voice. “Letting everyone know I'm nothing but your slut.”

That was enough for him, you knew how to drive him crazy with a flutter of your eyelashes, even more so with a couple of words. He stopped touching you, and you were about to complain until you saw him unbuttoning his pants to give you what you really wanted.

It was your hand that delicately helped him position his cock between your legs. The head pressing against your hole after only pushing your underwear aside.

"This is what you want?" No matter how much he pressed he just didn't thrust into you, a few nights ago you had realized how much he liked to push you to your limit.

“Bud, p-please.”

"Sorry?" You saw the corner of his mouth twitch with the threat of a smile.

"Please please." You whispered, your pleading eyes boring into him.

"Please what?"

“Please fuck me, please, please.” You pushed your hip further to the edge of the table, not even with the pressure of your body you could make him continue. "I need it."

“Yeah? You do?” He cooed, a mocking pout on his face.

“I beg you.” You whimpered, your high pitched voice getting more demanding.

He clicked his tongue and in one thrust he buried himself in you, fulfilling your pleas in one expert movement.

“It doesn't matter h-how many…” He stammered as his fingers dug into your thighs. “How many damn times do I try to stretch you out.” He started with a slow rhythm, strong and deep, enough to use his own hands as a method to keep your body from sliding back on the table. “You are still so fucking thight, baby.”

Your hands traveled to your breasts, squeezing them over the fabric of your sweater, giving him a bit of a show before taking it off.

Ah yes, the fact that you didn't wear a bra was also something that attracted glances on the streets.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned enough so that he could bury his face between your breasts, licking his lips before beginning to place wet kisses on your soft skin. “Fuck, I want to marry you.”

His voice almost sounded pleading as your fingers ruffled his hair and pushed him even closer to you. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as his hips slammed into you again and again in a desperate rhythm.

“Please, please.” He whispered against your skin. “Please, marry me.” You were too cock drunk to think or speak clearly, you just nodded even though he couldn't see you.

It didn't take long for Bud to find that spot inside you, you moaned as loudly as you wanted, your back arching as if your body was begging to be as attached as it could be to his.

“Be my wife, baby.” You recognized well the way his voice broke, he was close.

He rested his chin on your chest and looked up. His eyes looked bigger from that position, it was stupidly adorable.

“P-Pull out.” You whispered between whimpers, your forehead resting against his.

Who were you trying to fool? You both loved each other so much it hurt.

He didn't obey you, his movements became more abrupt and you heard the table creak under your body along with the slap of your skin against his.

He was fucking you merciless.

“B-Bud.” You patted his cheek, trying to get his attention. “A-Ah, shit. P-Pull out.”

He dragged his hand up your thigh slowly until he reached between your legs, he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit making you see stars.

“Bud!” You exclaimed loudly, your entire body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, y-yes, God, yes.”

“You are going to be such a pretty mommy.” His nose brushed against yours as he straightened his back, seeking to be at your height.

You wanted to refuse, you really wanted to tell him to stop but your body was at his mercy, begging for more.

Praying he wouldn't get out of you.

“You want me to pull out, sweetheart?” He took your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it and giving it a little tug before releasing it. “Tell me, do you want me to?”

Only moans came out of your mouth, shouting Bud's name and the word 'more' over and over again.

"I thought so." A delicate kiss on your lips. And another, and another, and another, and another. “You want my baby, don't you?”

You weren't thinking, you really weren't when you nodded.

A smile appeared on his face, accompanying his flushed cheeks and bright eyes.

It only took two more thrusts for you both to reach the limit, for the first time you felt the pleasure of being filled to the brim by him as your walls squeezed every last drop out of him. The warm liquid running down your thighs as your insides couldn't take any more.

“You are such an…” One more thrust silenced you, the way he pushed his spend deeper inside you. “Idiot.” You whispered, closing your eyes at the sensitivity of your body.

“You should start thinking about names.” His teasing smile made you want to punch him, but the soft, slow movement of his hips made you want to ask for more. “What do you say, love?” He pretended to pay attention to your babbling. “Yes, I think so too.”

He kissed your lips once, twice, three times.

“I'm not sure one is enough either.”

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ngl, i kinda liked this one lol

[slytherin-paramour]

If my MC Isaac Cooper let his hair grow out 😏🤩

I'm personally leaning towards curly Garreth hair 🔥

[cuffmeinblack]

Felix and the man he loves his friend, Isaac Cooper (@slytherin-paramour)

[giselsann-opencommissions]

* Isaac Cooper walks through the halls of Hogwarts and several girls and boys do not stop murmuring about how wonderful he is. That he was amazing at the quidditch match and that he's practically the perfect man*

All this show irritated Sebastián from time to time, who was standing next to ominis at the end of the corridor and they saw him approaching. Seriously, everyone was exaggerating. Isaac is not as amazing as they say.

Isaac: Oh *stops to look at them for a moment* What's up? slytherin boys Sebastian and... *stares at the cloudy-eyed blonde and smiles in a way that internally angers Sebastian* Ominis... right?

Ominis: Y-Yes! That's my name hehe *laughs nervously*

*Sebastián looks suspicious at his friend's attitude and realizes that now Isaac is ignoring him to focus all his attention on ominis*

Isaac: I hear a lot of interesting things about you...

*Ominis worries. I was already aware of the gossip at Hogwarts*

Isaac: You know? I would like to get to know you a little more. I will not deny that it has caught my attention.

*Sebastián felt an annoying burning in his chest while Isaac spoke*

Ominis: Really?

Isaac: Really. Maybe you'd like to come to my next quidditch practice and we'll talk for a bit while we're at it.

*Ominis was about to answer but Sebastian interrupted him*

Sebastián: Oh yes, of course, because being blind I would really enjoy "seeing" you practice in the field without any kind of narration *he turned his eyes annoyed and ominis looked in the direction of his voice*

Isaac: Hmm that's true. I'm sorry, now I don't know if you would like it.

Ominis: Um, no, it's not a problem, really! *responds alerted* It would still be nice to go out one da-

*Sebastián begins to cough very hard and interrupts them again*

Isaac: I think we better talk later. Your friend looks a little impatient *He held her shoulder for a moment, then walked away from them.

As soon as he left, Ominis frowned.

Ominis: By Merlin, Sebastian. why did you do that?

Sebastian: Do what?

Ominis: Don't pretend. You just ruined my chance to be his friend.

Sebastian: Oh sorry! Are you interested in having friends now? We can go meet others if you want *expressed sarcastically*

Ominis: Not really. I was only interested in meeting Isaac.

Sebastian: Why?

Ominis: I don't know. he just likes me a lot, okay? *shrugged quietly and then raised his wand to start walking*

*Sebastián snorts frustrated and follows him*

Sebastián: You do know that he is in the sixth year, right?

Ominis: Oh shut up, Sebastian.

[ivystoryweaver]

I'm so mean

[ominisallow]

Isaac Cooper is talked about so often that Sebastian has taken to covering his ears whenever he hears his name.

[skampi835]

Isaac Cooper is a character that's mentioned in passing during the game. You never actually meet him – so it's perfectly reasonable if you missed the dialogue!

Still wondering, what's the hype about Isaac Cooper (besides the fantastic name!). In my Fanfiction I made him a stereotype nerd, head boy, 7th year Hufflepuff. He is the best friend of the Hufflepuff's Quidditch-Captain Benny Strokes and Isaac has no clue how that happened!

Sneek Peek from the third chapter of Serpent's Lullaby - how the Reception Ceremony actually takes place:

❧ Before Carol could get more worked up, fortunately, the Head Boy, Isaac Cooper, squeezed himself between her and Benny Strokes. »Sorry, Carol. Hello,« he said breathlessly, looking a bit dejected as he sat down on the bench. He looked like he had run through the entire castle to get to the Great Hall.   »Hey, Isaac! Finally here too?« Strokes grinned and patted him on the shoulder. »What happened? Did a first-year fall into the lake?«   »Two actually...« Isaac dryly responded, wiping his sweaty chestnut hair from his forehead. »Professor Weasley was mad. How can you not sit still in a boat?«   Strokes laughed heartily. »We fell into the lake back then as welll, remember?«   »Yeah. Because of you!« Isaac snapped and waved his grumpy face in Strokes' direction. »I'm a bookworm, you're the Quidditch captain. We're as different as oil and frozen yogurt!«   »And yet, here we are, in the same house and best friends!«   »Merlin! And I still have no idea how that happened,« Isaac chuckled, rolling his eyes.   ❧

I absolutely love the idea and the dynamic of them both. Nerdy Bookworm and ambitious Troublemaker. They're helping each other when one of them lacks in something.

Link to the full Ao3 Chapter

[moonah-rose]

Alison: I couldn't make the hotel work but maybe that's for the best, I'm clearly not great with money. I spent most of what I had on my dead friends!

Sam: Oh did you also give ten grand to one of your ghosts?

Alison: No, I...bought one an expensive telescope for Christmas, it was like fifty quid - I'm sorry, you did WHAT?!