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This picture (drawn by my bestie on a whiteboard on my door in Uni) proves I have been talking about this man too much since 2010 at least. 😍🤣

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Hitting me right in the venndiaphram.

at least that's basically how i see him

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Don’t you wish to have seen Alan play Sherlock? [] 1976, with the Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

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The urge to start a club of snovers sending written letters to each other in the snail mail is real today.

#I just want to use my stationary and buy even more stationary #severus snape #snape community #snape love

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Severus

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“Why don’t you and the three little kittens on your shirt come over here?”

Belonging fans who’ve read Wanting Wednesday will get how unnerving it is for me to start seeing t shirts like this amoungst my instagram click bait ads for fast fashun.

Omg it’s the exact colour I imagined. Why does the algorithm know about my smut?!

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Contrasted with how Sirius purposefully and repeatedly bangs and scrapes Snape’s head off the low ceiling of the tunnel on the way out of the shack while Snape is the one unconscious.

Is Sirius just that much of a bully? It’s been over a decade since they were in school can this man still not see how he and his friends were the ones being little shits in the guise of Gryffindor good vs evil bravado? Was his development stunted by Azkaban?

I think he’s just a piece of shit trying to look cool for his god son.

Snape puts them all on stretchers - even Sirius. Despite all the reasons he has to hate Sirius - the bullying he suffered at his hands as a child, the time Sirius almost got him killed, the fact that Sirius has just stated he doesn’t regret that incident, the fact that at this point Snape believes that Sirius was responsible for Lily’s death - he still treats him with dignity and care (which also contrasts sharply with the disregard Sirius showed Snape when he was unconscious.)

And despite all Snape’s nastiness towards Harry and his friends he is gentle with them as well. I just find it fascinating how Snape’s best side is always hidden. This little redeeming moment of honor and gentleness occurs when he believes himself unobserved.

#pro snape

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Some smut authors: Oh no, I don't want people to tell me if they jacked off to my work, that feels too personal.

Me: Hey yeah if you could tell me what part you busted the fattest nuts over that would do so much for me and encourage me creatively in a big way.

#heavily agree #TMI me #tmi me harder baby

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I miss my writing buddy. My heart is broken.

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You guys…. I have to say goodbye to my witch’s familiar today, my writing buddy, my chonky gremlin. Please send well wishes to Winnifred as she crosses that rainbow bridge.

#she was the best baby ever #I’m broken right now #this has been the hardest couple of weeks ever #missmeasured #missmeasured personal #my backlog of chapters is running out #cat

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hey,

I hope what I’m about to ask will be shown to you only. I’m kinda new to tumblr. Anyway, I read your story Belonging and it’s absolutely fantastic!!! I was wondering if it is okay that I’m writing about soulmates as well. Not Harry Potter based or anything. Just soulmates in general. I’d give you credit, of course. Thank you

Hello Anon,

First of all, thank you so very much for reading and the lovely comment!

I did not invent soulmates! Haha! That is a romance novel trope as old as time. So feel free to write about two people who are destined to be together whether they want it or not. The only bits that are unique to my story are the symptoms which my beta reader and I invented to keep them having to interact with each other. Those feel very specifically Harry Potter world to me, the magical maladies of it all.

You can always credit the people who inspire you just incase, but tropes like soulmates, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage or fake dating, are repeated over and over again in writing.

I hope you enjoy your writing! Thank you for reading!

Miss Measured

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As a tailor I relate to my story through clothing a lot. I often wish I was skilled enough to paint a picture for my readers of specific garments as I see them. Here’s a sketch of my Severus’ dressing gown, I wish I could convey the slight silver satin in the quilted lapels, I wish I would convey the way the black velvet would both absorb the light and bounce it back. To see him through Madelyn’s eyes in motion as he fastidiously fastens the tie before they are about to meet as mates.

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Well the slow burn part of Belonging is officially done and we are hitting it with the bucket of gasoline that is the first smutty chapter! 🤣 It took till chapter 21 but we made it!

Elevator pitch for Belonging: It’s going to be a very comforting fic with a very loving snaddy. So… what more do you want?! He is very caring in this.

Read the story on Ao3 or Wattpad

But Miss Measured, if we want to sample the smut before we click a link? Fine. Fine! I got you. Read below the cut a tiny tidbit.

Excerpt from Belonging Chapter 21 Mated Monday (Severus Snape POV)

“Might I… kiss you again?” he asked.

She checked her watch, the little brat, did she not have enough time for his kisses? “I can stay a little while longer… till just after the dinner bell.”

“Well… I shall have to take my kisses when your busy schedule affords them,” he teased, pulling her chin so that her mouth was in line for more attentions. He was not so slow this time, he wanted her back where they were a few moments ago. He found her very willing to part her lips for more deep exploratory kisses. He purposefully put his hand back on her knee and brushed the inside of her leg with his thumb. Her small noises made his cock twitch under her.

He let himself get a little greedy since he had such limited time. His hand pushed up higher so it was under the grey wool skirt and he was greeted with the loveliest whimper as he tickled her inner thighs. He teased her with lots of little touches all up and down her thighs while their tongues danced, their lips tried different positions. His other hand held her waist firmly against him.

Kissing Madelyn and touching her now that she was his mate was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It made every past encounter feel dull, downright boring. His mate’s body was pure pleasure to touch, her every dimple and beauty mark screamed to be mapped with his hands like an ardent cartographer. Oh to study her, a gift he longed to unwrap.

At last he could deny himself no longer the curiosity no longer, and his fingers came all the way up to skim her cotton underthings. Her moan was better than anything he had ever heard in his life. He broke away from kissing her to watch her beautiful face as he pet her lightly there. Her open mouth was so very rewarding, her eyes were full of desire, and her kiss swollen lips were perfection.

The dinner bell rang just as he was tentatively making presses into her pillowy mound. Her eyes flew to his clock. “Ah ah… don’t run away…. Not yet…” He held her close and looked into her eyes while he pressed his fingers where he knew he would find her entrance. As he pushed the underthings against her the cloth began to soak up her wetness. His little mate was deliciously wet for him from his thigh tickles.

“Severus…” she breathed.

“Yes, darling?” He prodded her gently. He elicited a mew. Oh how he wished he had more time. He wanted to keep her here and bring her a little further, push these soaked knickers out of the way and sink his finger inside of her. He longed to know how she felt.

“That feels so good,” she told him shyly.

“Good enough to be late to your dinner?” he teased, rubbing his knuckles against her mound over her clit, delighting in her hips pressing up eagerly at it.

“I shouldn’t…” she breathed.

“I want to be respectful of your school commitments and yet… I long to move these to the side… and to touch your bare skin…” he told her in a low voice into her ear while his fingers tickled up and down her slit through the now damp cotton. At the end he pressed his finger into her entrance soaking them a little more. Her sweet eager fingers clasped at his robes on his chest.

“I can’t think clearly… while you’re doing that…” she breathed.

“I don’t want you to think clearly… but neither do I want you to be distracted the first time I slip my fingers inside of you. I want you to be focusing on it, not how late you are… so perhaps now is not the time.” He didn’t give her the space to think though, he kissed her earlobe and kept on massaging the places where he knew she would feel the most temptation to stay.

“Oh my god… I’ve never felt so… aroused in my entire life..” she confessed. “It’s so hard to say no…oh…oh oh… my god… stop that…” she whimpered at his pressing of her buttons. He couldn’t help but keep teasing her when she made that face, so helplessly aroused, yet so shy about it.

“You are so fucking arousing, Madelyn.” He told her like it was excuse for what he was about to do. He pushed her underthings to the side and swirled his fingertips around her opening. The resultant gasp was exactly what he had wanted. He coated his thumb in her slickness and went up to rub across her clit and that produced an equally arousing sound from her. “I won't be upset if you wish to leave… but I would also very much like to give you pleasure… if you’ll allow me.”

“I’m not sure there’s time-” his little wife panted, he delighted in it.

“Sweetheart… I don’t think it will take very long… you’re soaked…”

Okay okay read the rest on Ao3 or wattpad, you know the drill!

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What am I up to? Laying in bed at my mother’s, the beginning of a five day gauntlet away from my husband and cat. Doodling a nightgown I wrote about in Belonging. Anyway. Not much you?

#help its the holidays #shes bored already #severus snape fanfiction #miss measured #miss measured personal #belonging

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Oh I think it’s time for some fresh Belonging!

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad.

Concept: Madelyn Watson’s soul is preparing itself to braid together with her Potion’s masters. Soulmates for life. The transition has many uncomfortable symptoms, the hiccups, are the worst. What’s more challenging, her crush chose today to come have a chat, and reveal his possible feelings for her. After the professor shows up to quell the hiccups once more, they have this heart to heart about what he overheard.

She walked arm in arm with the dungeon bat to avoid further hiccups. It drew attention but they would look anyway. When they rounded the corner he couldn’t bite his tongue any longer it seemed. “Watson, do you need to postpone our meeting by half an hour to go snog that boy?” He teased.

“No!” She answered, feeling that tell tale embarrassed heat rush beginning. 

“I promise I’m not jealous, if you want to. I feel like an ass that I never even asked if you had a somebody.”

“I don’t have anybody. He was just asking if I wanted to go for a walk.” Madelyn insisted.

Snape laughed. “Please. I heard my fair share. He’s a very handsome boy, I would not begrudge you.”

“Stop please, Professor. I am not going to open a book I know full well I cannot finish reading.”

“We’ve all picked up a novel and read a titillating scene and set it back on the shelf, it won’t hurt you. If you want to kiss the boy… you should.”

“Being magically bound to you is taking up all my energy right now. Thank you very much! Besides... I would probably hiccup into his mouth.” Madelyn’s brows knit together and Snape’s shoulders shook with laughter at the image of her ruining her snogging with hiccups. 

They had arrived at the Hufflepuff common room entrance. She was preparing to leave him in the hallway but as soon as she stepped away the hiccups came up again. “I guess you’re coming in.”

“Oh joy.” 

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Merry Rickmas everybody! I’d like to throw this in, even though I’m late for the prompt. Under the category of Restless Waiting I have a Hans Gruber/Reader smut for y’all.

You are a new lawyer who is being blackmailed by Hans Gruber and forced to work for him in the weeks leading up to his heist. Temporarily living together in a penthouse apartment that faces the Nakatomi Tower, you sometimes forget he’s a criminal. He prefers to remind you.

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2300 | Pairing: Hans Gruber/ You (Reader has breasts and a vagina)

Content Warning Tags: Blackmail, shoplifting, Heist planning, Non consensual touching, Fingering, Vaginal Sex

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Restless Waiting - Rickmas 2023 - Hans Gruber

You had gotten used to being woken in the night with his requests. Working for Hans, living in this apartment while he worked on his plan, was an all hours kind of job. However, normally it was a sharp knock that stirred you, this time you did not wake at the soft opening of the door, or the lifting of the covers, but jolted into alertness as the weight settled into your bed.

“Sir?” You ask in a panic, please God let it be him and not some intruder.

“I require your assistance,” he used his normal answer and yet as he slunk across your bed the normalcy of the answer seemed not to matter.

“I’ll get some clothes,” you begin and try to leave from the other side, but his hands take your hips, clad only in some cotton underwear, and pull them back toward his own.

“That won’t be necessary. You are perfect as you are.” He answers calmly. Then his fingers start tracing patterns across the flesh of your shoulder blades above your camisole and you shiver to think what assistance he is asking for tonight.

You knew he was not a good man, in the moral way. He was not opposed to using violence to get what he wants. You yourself are here because he is blackmailing you. You would lose your law career if he told on you about your prolific shoplifting spree you went on after a bout of depression at the end of law school. How he knew about it, you were not sure. You had changed your name since then, covered your tracks as best you could. Yet the evidence remained, and with his folder of evidence your employers would also have no difficulty connecting the dots.

The fingers of a not morally good man swirling around the skin on one’s back, were complicated. On one hand, you were not an idiot, men like him often take what they want in this way. So your body tensed, too aware of being prey, all the nights you had slumbered here unmolested had lulled you into a false sense of security perhaps. On the other hand, he was a handsome man. Quite charming. Too many times you had felt yourself forget that he was a criminal, who was blackmailing you into helping him dot the i’s and cross the t’s on his plan. He planned on killing. You knew all of this explicitly and still there were moments.

Mornings of sharing cups of coffee, when he was not questioning you about the legal intricacies of different foreign bank accounts or corporate documents, sometimes he would just ask you questions about yourself and really listen to the answer. In those conversations you felt yourself forget who he really was. You cursed the little butterflies in your stomach and squashed them with the remembrance that he was your blackmailer.

“What do you want, Hans?” You ask, you need to be clear about what is happening here. To know what to expect. Are you being asked to pay the blackmailer with your body now?

“It’s funny… my plan… it’s all coming to fruition and now… all this waiting. It makes me unsettled.” He answers. It is not an answer.

“And… how can I help?” You ask the dark, his hand begins slipping up and down your waist and over your hip, on its way back he lets it go under your camisole. Your breath hitches but the hand stays near your waist, he doesn't move to grope you.

“The holiday… it makes me feel… lonesome. Funny how your childhood has a way of rearing its ugly head when you think you are so big and impervious to it all. So I find myself… seeking your company.”

“Christmas… is a strange time for a lot of people.” You whisper back, unsure what to say.

“Take off this top. I want to draw on your whole back.” He instructs in a whisper. His fingertips swirl again, under your shirt now. To say no, and be told it was mandatory felt too uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of this as happening as part of your blackmail, so you lifted yourself up to slide out of the camisole without argument, telling yourself you wanted the handsome man to draw on your back anyway. You told yourself to pretend you had met him at a cafe. Come home with him of your own accord.

“So much…. Waiting… so much wanting… perhaps I am a child waiting for Saint Nicholas all over again. Only this time… I wait for a much bigger present. Freedom.” He muses as he maps out the planes of your bare back while you clutch the covers close to your chest. “Then again, I am sure you also… are restless… waiting for your own freedom. From me.”

“I was more restless in the beginning. Now I have accepted it. Just a few more days, and you’ll be somewhere in paradise and I’ll… go back to work,” you answer.

“Perhaps I shall send you a plane ticket… have you come so that I might do this in sun cream…” he muses.

“I’m sure there will be a lovely lady with a lovely back where you are going.” You try to shut this down, because just then your mind was too eager to jump at the chance. The idea of not working anymore was too pleasant. But you were too clever to jump at being the mistress of a criminal. You would live at his whim, feeling like he owned you. You would lose all the progress of your hard fought career, and what if one day he just called it off? Better not to dream at all.

“I’ve grown quite fond of you, this month.” His lips seem too close to your ear. “My clever girl. So helpful.”

“You are a very charming blackmailer.” You answer in a whisper, too excited about the change in his tone, the weight of his pressing hands, and how one has gone back to your waist and made the pilgrimage over your hip and down your thigh.

“Charming?” He did that laugh where he made a single grunt of chuckle in his throat and pushed air through his nose, it tickled your neck. “Charming enough… to ask for more? I confess, I came in here thinking if I can blackmail you to work for me, I can blackmail you to snuggle away the Christmas woe, the relentless waiting, and yet… I do confess I want more. But… I don’t want your body as blackmail. You’d have to give it of your own free will.” His fingers swirled over the fronts of your thighs, sending wanting to your core in their wake.

You did not know what to say, but the more his fingers made swirls of goosebumps as if they were the winter wind inside the warmth of your covers, the harder it was not to show your arousal inside your breath.

“Well… can I have my pretty lawyer for Christmas?” He was impatient, waiting for your answer, his fingers so close to touching your panties you were aching with the need of it. His beard scratched against your bare back, he was kissing you softly there between your shoulder blades.

“Yes.” You whispered. He ended your waiting, immediately. He cupped your sex and pulled you tighter against him, suddenly his hard cock pressed against you. Had it been there behind you the whole time, pointing, reaching, not touching?

You moaned. You were letting him, your blackmailer, do this to you. Where were your senses? His beard scratched you while his lips clamped down to suck on your neck. Pain twisting with pleasure, like what you should do, and should not do. You should not be excited by the man who has threatened your livelihood, not yearn for the stiffness that pressed against your ass.

His fingers wormed under your panties, feeling for your entrance and finding it quickly. He laughs into your ear from behind. “I didn’t know I was this charming,” he teases. “So wet…” he pushes in with two fingers, making you cry out. “Tell me… did your pussy get this wet when you were stealing?” He was bringing up a dark time, a bad memory, twisting it with your pleasure. There was no fighting how good his fingers felt inside you. “That’s why I chose you, you know. My little thief. I know that you know… the rush I am chasing.”

Your response was only sounds, wanton, craving sounds while he talked and plunged his fingers in and out, with every pass of them you felt yourself dripping around them, almost embarrassed by how eager your body was for him. “You try to be such a good girl now. Different name.. revised history… but I think helping me steal all this money…. Turns you on. I think you are excited.” He ground his excitement into you and you clenched around his fingers thinking about having it inside you.

He stopped, withdrew, and tossed back the covers, plunging you into the chilly night air. He sat up, pulled you over onto your back, eyes feasting on your breasts. “I’ve been wondering what’s under your clothes… what a beautiful canvas to shoplift on. I bet these nipples looked so pretty under stolen lace. I bet this…” He put his hand down to her core again and brushed a thumb over her mound “left lovely silky wetness right in the middle of every stolen pair of panties.” He hooked his fingers in and stole your last bit of clothing.

In the moonlight you saw he had on an open button down shirt on and a pair of navy blue boxers that tented in the middle. He saw you look, and smirked as he pulled the length from below the waistband, letting it go above, an eager rock hardness, bobbing up and down as he let the thing swing. He looked so good, so handsome, and partly undressed, that beautiful cock the cherry on top, you opened your legs for him.

He knelt between your legs and guided the tip into your folds, slipping it up and down, lubing himself in your excitement. Every time he rubbed your clit with it you couldn’t help but moan for him, making you sound whoreishly eager for his coming penetration. But you liked it when he smirked at your noises.

He lined up the tip and nestled it into your opening. He raised and lowered his hips with maddening slowness, easing the length of it inside you tiny bit by tiny bit, relishing in your gasps, your hips lifting, trying to take more of him than he would allow at once. “You are… a very…mmmm… good Christmas gift… my little thief… you are…. So wet… “ He slowly said while he fucked himself into you with such erotic slowness you thought you would explode when it reached his full girth.

“I bet when I’m long gone with all my money you will touch yourself to these memories. At your boring job. Your pussy will be throbbing around your fingers when you think about helping me steal all that money…” He told you, and you knew he was right. You had been enjoying helping him.

You were so swollen, so needy, every pass of his cock was scratching a desperate itch. You didn’t even know you needed it. Had wanted it. He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back, crunching your body up under him as he began fucking you faster. He must have sensed you were about to come, because he slowed to a stop with a mischievous look. “Let me catch up with you, naughty girl.” You moan at his teasing, as he goes slow again with a maddening rhythm .

“I like this.” He sighed over your face as casually fucks you, letting you stay on the edge. “Respectable girl with bad girl past still likes being fucked like a naughty girl, doesn’t she? Because that’s who you are… inside.” He has pegged you with deadly accuracy. It seems to give him pleasure to have caught out the truth about you. He speeds up again.

He’s too right, you haven’t felt so alive in months, and no man has felt as good inside you as this criminal mastermind does. It all washes over you. The feelings, the truths of it all, the pleasure more than anything. Then you are starting your climax and he is chasing his own, pushing harder and deeper into you.

It’s like being outside of yourself, watching him fuck you till he comes. How when he begins to feel his climax coming he abandoned his slow, talkative approach and tossed his head back in open mouthed pleasure as he slams himself in to the hilt over and over again. His breathy noises, his groans on the air, make your growing orgasm unbeleivably strong, your legs shake as he fucks you.

He pulls himself out only at the last possible second as his cock instantly explodes all over your curled up form beneath him. You enjoyed his grunts a little too much as he used his hand to spend the last himself across your breasts.

It was only after that you had your first kiss with the man. The damn butterflies came back. “I don’t think the waiting is going to be so hard anymore… with such a lovely distraction.” He smiled as he cleaned you. “Not with my little thief stealing my attention.” He teased.

As he tucked you into his arms for the night suddenly the few days before the heist seemed like they would be too short. Your impending freedom loomed too imminent. You would be restlessly trying not to think about how fast Christmas was coming, knowing it would mark the end of your time with him. Unless you accepted that plane ticket offer after all.

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