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allycat319 · 3 months

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 23: Forgotten**

“You need to do what?” I asked, panic flooding my veins as I stood from the chair and began backing towards the door. Did he want to take my memories? We had been perfectly happy before this point and now he wants me to forget everything…No way, I need to figure out a way to run from this room.

“Little Star, listen to me…” I shake my head quickly and he stands and walks slowly towards me, holding his hands up to show he isn’t a threat…right now. “It is only temporary.”

“But-t why? I don’t understand.” My voice is shaking and my nerves are beginning to bubble over.

“Umbridge believes Potter has formed an unauthorized group and is conspiring against the ministry. She will begin interrogating students in the coming week-”

“That has nothing to do with us…Why do you need to take my memories?” I interrupted him and he came closer, placing his hands on my arms and squeezing gently.

He sighed “She has asked me to provide her with Veritaserum for her to use during the interrogations. Which means you will be vulnerable to her prodding.” He explained and my panic began to subside.

“I know you have no part in Potter’s devious activities, however, we cannot take the risk.” I chew on my bottom lip as he speaks. I haven’t told Severus about my part in Dumbledore’s Army and I never intended to but now that he is planning to go rifling through my memories, I’m going to have to tell him and I thoroughly dread how he is going to handle it.

“I think it would be a good time to tell you that-” Severus cuts me off with a groan.

“Please tell me you have kept your nose out of this business between Potter and the ministry.” I wince and he growls. I have been avoiding telling him about Edwin and I being involved with Dumbledore’s Army, I knew he would be angry at me for getting involved but we needed someone to teach us how to defend ourselves. If Umbridge wasn’t going to do it then Harry was the best option.

“Before you start telling me how dangerous it is and how dumb I am…Umbridge is a horrible teacher and we all decided that we needed to learn how to defend ourselves.” The look on Severus’s face is terrifying. I knew when I told him about the meetings he was going to be angry but now…He is pissed.

He grimaced at my words and returned to his desk, sitting down and leaning back in his chair, his hands running up and down his face. He sighed “I will remove those memories for the time being as well…I assume Finley is involved also.”

“Yes.” The words are low when they leave my lips and my heart sinks again at the look on his face. I hate when I disappoint him.

He took a few seconds before he spoke again. “Bring me Finley…I will remove his memories as well…regarding both our relationship and Potter’s little group.”

I nod and turn to leave the room when a question pops to the tip of my tongue and I can’t knowingly get Edwin and let Severus take our memories before I ask him. I turn back around to him and ask “Are you going to return both of our memories…About the relationship and Dumbledore’s Army?”

He looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow, “Do you believe I will not return your memories to you?” He asks I can’t read his expression and it makes me even more nervous than I already am.

“If you think you are keeping me safe by not returning them…yes.”

“Do not fret Little Star…” He stands and walks over to me, taking my hands in his before continuing “I will be returning your memories to you, but you are not to continue with Potter’s group.”

“But they need as much help as they can get,” I argue and he shakes his head, pulling my hands to his lips and placing a kiss on both of my knuckles.

“Give me your word that you will not attend any more of those meetings.” I huff and nod, knowing that I can’t just stop showing up, I overheard Hermione talking to Harry and Ron about how she had jinxed the paper we all signed up on and anyone would regret running and telling Umbridge. At this point, I’m not sure if the jinx works if we are disbanded from the group and I am not inclined to find out.

“Good…Now go get Finley. Umbridge has informed me that she will be interrogating you tomorrow morning.” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Why did she tell you when she was going to interrogate me?”

“You are my assistant and she will be removing you from my class tomorrow…She wanted to be sure that I did not need you.” I smirk and remove my hands from his, playing with the buttons on his cassock flirtatiously.

“If she only knew how much you need me…” I trail off, glancing up at him through my lashes. “We could always go to your room before I get Edwin…” I smiled and he let out a shaky breath when I leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Get to my bedroom…now.” He growls and I smile wide at the victory.

I run through the door to his chambers, stripping off clothing as I go and he chuckles, following closely behind me. When I arrive at his room, I have managed to remove every bit of clothing except for my knickers and bra which I know Severus will have no problem removing. I feel his body looming behind me when I stop at the side of his bed. His hands come up and run over my body, playfully grabbing my ass before running up and unclasping my bra, and taking the lacy fabric off of my body.

I shivered when I felt his nose run lightly against my neck, inhaling my scent. “You smell delicious.” His deep baritone almost sent me to my knees with the anticipation of what is going to come next.

To my surprise, I felt Severus shuffle behind me removing his clothing, minus his white undershirt…of course and I sighed. “I was hoping you would let me take off your clothes.” He chuckled at my disappointment and continued to ravish my body with kisses, paying close attention to the sweet spot on my neck.

I moaned and leaned back into him, allowing him to trail his hands down to my knickers, running his fingers along the edge of the fabric for a second before finally roaming down to my mound. His middle and forefinger expertly stroked my outer lips and I whimpered.

“Does my Little Star want my fingers?” I could tell he was smirking from his tone and I did not care in the slightest. He knew exactly what I want and I know exactly how to get it.

“Yes sir.” I groaned and he gave in to my pleading voice, dipping his fingers into my dripping heat.

“Mmmm, someone is very wet.” He mumbled into my neck, placing a gentle kiss on the spot that made my knees weak.

“We were interrupted last time.” I whimpered, rocking my hips into his hand. His fingers felt amazing inside of me and I felt myself growing closer to my climax. I didn’t want to come this soon but my body desperately needed the release after being denied.

“Right, you are darling…But I assure you, Merlin himself could not pull me from this room.” His voice was husky, I knew he was just as turned on as me and I was enjoying every second of it.

I groaned when he continued his ministrations on the spongy spot inside me that made me see stars. “It’s not Merlin I’m worried about…” He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers from me.

Before I had the chance to whine, I was pushed onto the bed. My stomach bounced on the soft fabric of his duvet and I giggled. However, it died suddenly on my lips when he straddled my closed legs and thrust himself inside of me without warning. The position allowed me to feel him incredibly deep and I was climbing quickly to my peak already.

“Severus!” I squealed in delight when he began to thrust at a brutal pace.

My fingers gripped the duvet as he began a punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Severus’ deep grunts echoed on the stone walls of the dungeon room and it was incredibly erotic.

Far too soon my eyes began to roll into the back of my head as my orgasm ripped through me, lighting every nerve endings on fire. The duvet muffled my screams of pleasure and my knuckles turned white from the force of me gripping the fabric.

Severus slowed his pace when I came down from my high. I could feel him lean down to my ear, his white undershirt grazing against my back.

“Are you alright my darling?” He chuckled darkly and I nodded quickly, my face smashing into the duvet.

To my surprise, Severus pulled out of me and I whined at the loss of him, missing the feeling of his warm length in my quivering walls.

“Don’t fret Little Star, just a change of position.”

I felt him move to the top of the bed and plop down against the pillows. I turned my face to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”

“Ride me.” His voice was commanding and it made me shiver.

My body moved of its own accord, crawling across his legs until I was hovering over his length. We had never tried this position before and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.

I hesitated for a second before sinking onto his hardness. He noticed my resistance and reached for the hand that was planted on his abdomen, stroking my knuckles softly to reassure me that I was safe with him.

I took a deep breath and sank slowly, sighing when he filled me to the hilt. There was a twinge of pain there because of the depth. I winced and he reached up and stroked my cheek.

“Slowly, Little Star.”

I allowed myself a few moments to get used to how deep he was before I began to move, circling my hips and grinding down onto his hard cock. I planted my hands firmly on his clothed chest and began to ride him, bouncing up and down until I was rocking on the precipice of orgasm for the second time this evening.

Severus gripped my hips to help guide my bouncing, his head pushed back into his green silk pillowcase, and his eyes trained on the point where our bodies connected.

“Se-Severus…It feels too good...I’m so-so close.” I stuttered, my eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy.

Severus growled, pistoning his hips to meet mine, effectively driving me headlong into a toe-curling and brain-numbing climax. I felt his grip on my hips tighten and his hips stuttered as he met his release.

I managed to open my eyes to see his face, he had a ridiculously sexy orgasm face. Teeth bared, eyes closed and head thrown back…I could come again just looking at him.

After a few moments of coming down from the amazing high we had been soring on, it was time for him to remove my memories until Umbridge had the time to interrogate me.

I threw my clothes on and ran to the dorms to get Edwin and bring him down to the dungeons where Severus explained everything to him and Edwin began to panic slightly…

“So you’re going to remove our memories?” Edwin asked and Severus rolled his eyes, growing tired of Edwin's questions.

“Yes, Mr. Finley…I think I have just spent 20 minutes explaining that to you…” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and I fumbled with my hands.

“But how do I know you’re not going to see all of my embarrassing secrets?” Edwin’s eyes flitted nervously between me and Severus and I shrugged.

“Edwin, do you think he cares about your run-in with the beautification potions in your mum's vanity…” Severus smirked at my comment and Edwin glared at me.

“Rora!” He hissed “Do you not remember that he threatened to poison our fourth year to test antidotes? Or maybe the time he told Hermione that her teeth looked no different after she was jinxed? I know you love him but he doesn’t have a good track record of being kind…I don’t want him fiddling with my brain.”

Severus stood from his desk and walked over to us, standing so he was directly in front of Edwin. “Finley, you mean a fair amount to my Little Star…” Edwin mimicked vomiting at the nickname but Severus ignored him and continued talking, “I give you my word that I will keep your brain intact…Well, as intact as it is under normal circumstances.”

Edwin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “Fine…But only because Umbridge is sadistic and I don’t want to be the one that spills any details to her.”

Severus walked over to me, producing a small vile filled with a light blue liquid and handing it to me.

“What is this?” I asked, tilting the bottle to the side and examining the contents.

“A weak sleeping draught…I will remove your memories while you sleep and you will wake with no memories of us or Potter’s club…Until I return them to you, of course.” He made sure to add that last bit so I wouldn't back out and I was grateful for the reassurance.

“Okay…I’m ready.” I inhaled and uncorked the vile, bringing it up to my lips but pausing before taking a sip.

“Severus?”

“Yes, Little Star.”

“I love you.” I downed the foul-tasting liquid in one gulp and my eyes immediately began to feel heavy. With the urge to sleep being too powerful, I succumbed to the tiredness and drifted off to darkness.

An Hour Later

“Astrill…Astrill, wake up.” I stirred as my shoulder was shaken gently.

I groan and lift my head slowly from the desk I had fallen asleep on, “Professor?” I ask, looking up at Professor Snape who was staring down at me. His dark eyes were piercing and his arms were now crossed over his chest.

“You fell asleep Astrill…If you are going to be my assistant you need to keep yourself awake while you are grading parchment.” His voice was stern.

I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, “I’m sorry Professor…It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t…Now, go to bed. You are of no use to me half conscious.”

“Yes, Professor.” I nodded, grabbing my things and scurrying quickly out of the Dungeons and to Gryffindor Tower.

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snowblossomreads · 5 months

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Day 3: The Snowball Effect

Pairing: Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader

Summary: [Y/n] goes to her professor in need of a lesson of how chemical reactions work. They opt for a more practical demonstration.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, student/professor. dubious moral, oral (male receiving) and a wild usage of the prompt (throws holy water at myself)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: @deepperplexity I want to apologize for the way I used this prompt. 🤣It's a reflection of me as a person and I am flawed LOL. Thank you for understanding. Now lets get to the story while I go get some help 🤣🤣

MDNI

A different way to describe a chain reaction as he told [Y/n] was to imagine a snowball going down a hill and accumulating more snow as it went down before finally accumulating enough to cause an avalanche.

He explained to her that she should focus on how the snowball rolling down hill was the initiation of the reaction, followed by propagation - it accumulating more snow as it rolled down the hill becoming an avalanche at the end and finally, the termination of the reaction. When the avalanche finally comes to a stop and loses all its momentum and forward energy. That's how he said she should think about it.

After the explanation, he asked her if she had any more questions as she had stared at him with a bit of a confused twinkle in her eye. And something more.

"Dr. Michaelson-."

"Eli dear call me Eli."

"Eli I've never seen snow before. I think I might need a more practical example of this."

Who was he to not oblige his pretty little undergrad who had come to him for help?

"A practical demonstration you say? Well you're in luck," he drawled, a hungry grin on his lips as he eyed the woman sitting across from him who was shamelessly rubbing her thighs together already, excited for what was to come. "It just so happens that I was going to add one of those practical demonstrations to my syllabus. Mind helping me see how effective it is in teaching?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer as she popped up from her seat quickly and walked around the desk to his side only to find him rubbing his already freed cock that had an angry red looking head that seemed ready to burst.

When had he had time to do that?

Never mind that she was more interested in the demonstration as he had so called it as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the skirt considering how seasonally cold the floor was. She should ask him to turn on the heat next time knowing he would probably continue to insist on her wearing something well…accessible.

Turning his chair so that he was facing her and she was facing his cock, Eli removed his hand from himself before directing the kneeling woman to wrap her hand around him firmly but not too tightly.

"That's right wrap your fingers around it and feel free to squeeze oh that's it," he hissed as her cooler digits did as he commanded causing his hips bucking up at the temperature contrast. The contrast of temperatures brought an interesting sensation that was not at all unpleasurable as his cock twitched at the feeling.

"Good girl that's right, now go ahead and move your hand up and down and keep that grip of yours," he directed in a low grunt as she did as he told her.

"Like this sir?" She asked with a tone of innocence as she began to pump the thick member with a practiced paced that he wondered if she had been practicing with any of the boys in her class.

No no, he kept her occupied enough.

"Exactly ah fuck you learn quick don't you," he praised letting out a loud sigh of pleasure to let her know how much he was enjoying the hand job.

"Now open that mouth of yours and lick all around the tip, don't forget the slit ugh fuck yes that's my girl…then I want you to fuck your mouth with my cock can you do that?"

"Yes sir," she answered with no hesitation as she bowed her head, fingers still pumping his pulsing member before she was flicking her tongue around his tip and tasting the warm velvet flesh.

She tested the waters with light kitten licks around the head and small kisses before dipping her tongue in the sensitive slit that had Eli grabbing the arms of his chair and thrusting upwards involuntarily.

"Ugh Uhhn!"

Someone was sensitive today she thought briefly but she had no qualms about that as she continued doing as he had told her. She did enjoy hearing his grunts and groans as she alternated between rubbing his slit with her thumb, smearing him arousal and licking him clean. The salty tang of him was addicting as she swallowed the liquid each time it touched the tip of her tongue and soon enough she was sucking him off with her cheeks hollowed and noisy moans leaving her.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft while her hands grabbed at his thighs for purchase as she took more of him down her throat with each pass of her lips. Over and over wet gags filled the room along with expletives coming from Eli who was letting her do all the work of demonstrating his practical explanation of what a snowball effect looked like.

Though she wasn't sure if they were quite there yet.

"Fuck that's it use that little greedy mouth, fuck naughty little thing," he praised as she moaned and gagged on him yet went to take more until she was burying her face in his lap at one point.

It drew out a loud elongated raspy groan from the older man as he sat upright suddenly from the shock of pleasure that filled his veins. His sudden action caused his cock to slide deeper down her throat than she was prepared for causing her to almost choke. Yet she held her composure only letting out a loud whimper as he began to lift his hips up slowly thrusting into her already stuffed mouth.

"Oh god I'm enjoying this, ugh so much fuck gonna come in that little mouth of yours," he loudly grunted as his hand found the back of her head and began to push it down in tandem with his thrusts. "Don't swallow do you fuck understand? It's essential you keep all my semen in you mouth when I come!"

"Mhmmh mhmm!" She could only hum her understanding which only caused his cock to feel like it had hardened even more in her mouth at the vibrations.

That only meant one thing, and within in a few more moments of thrusting he came with a noisy shout of her name as as his sticky salty seed began to coat the inside of her mouth.

It was so much that she was scared he might drown her with it as he had told her not to swallow and she was keen on obeying. Thankfully he must have known how much she could take as he was pushing her off his cock only to have a few spurts paint her face causing her to let out a garbled whine.

She held her mouth closed though as she watched him lean back on his chair. Hair and shirt disheveled, face red and sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion of well...having her give him a blowjob for the sake of education.

"Now come sit here," he panted out pointing at his lap. "Open your mouth and let's see if we've collected enough of our test sample."

Scrambling up from the floor, she quickly planted herself on the knee of his spread legs before opening her mouth showing the pearly liquid that she held in her mouth.

Humming in approval at the sight, Eli ran his hand up her body before giving her tit a nice firm squeeze causing her to shut her mouth and groan at his touch.

"Excellent, with that we can do the actual demonstration, all you need to do is kiss me to start the reaction, oh you like the sound of that don't you?" He teased when she let out a low whine at his direction that was accompanied by him squeezing her side causing her to make another squeak.

"After that you just need to deposit our sample into my mouth, and then I'll give it back to you, and we'll do it oh about five times should be enough to get the point across. We can redo it later if we need to try again. Now come on let's get to work."

Hand cupping the back of her head and pushing it forward without warning, Eli pressed his lips against the woman's harshly licking at the seams of it before she was opening them and letting his cum slip into his mouth.

He groaned at the taste as it was now mixed with her saliva making it even sticker as he added his own before swapping it with her again. It was a messy process and [Y/n] was sure there was a bit running down her chin but it didn't stop her from letting him spit the substance in her open and waiting mouth before she was adding more to the mess.

They did this five times as he instructed, each time the ball of saliva and cum mixing before it was back in [Y/n]'s mouth causing her to puff her cheeks as the volume of liquid had indeed increased with them swapping it back and forth.

Taking a pleased look at her, Eli swooped down and gave her one last kiss before commanding her to.

"Swallow."

She did with a barely audible 'gulp' as he watched with a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"And that's what we call a snowball effect, I think it's a great way to teach don't you think?"

"Mhmm, but I think we may need to retry it.”

"Really and why's that?"

"Well Eli I think the sample loss some of it's volume due to human error," she pointed out, though her voice took on a teasing tone as she swiped some of the cum that had landed on her cheek and proceeded to suck it off her digits. His eyes followed her movements and he let out a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he felt his cock twitch at her salacious action.

"And I want to make sure I have a concrete understanding. Can't let my professor down now can I?"

Smirking at her 'reasoning' the older man could only let out a amused laugh before his hand trailed down and squeezed her ass causing her to moan and push herself closer to him.

"Such a studious student Ms. [Y/n], well then, let's repeat the expriment and see if we can improve our sample collection technique."

A/N: I just I'm so sorry LOLOLOL. No actually I'm not 🤣I hope u guys enjoyed this unhinged mess.

#eli x reader #eli michaelson x reader #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman character #rickmas #rickmas2023 #smut

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4everflowercore · 1 year

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I was always wondering how Severus would be as a private person. Just doing domestic things. Brushing his hair, reading in candle light, wearing every day attire, maybe writing a poem...

By @foreverflowercore

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starry-eyesanddaydreams · 3 months

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I'm working on a series of NSFW Alphabets for Alan Rickman's characters and Sinclair's is making me sad and emotional. How?! How did my smut get sad?!?!?

#sinclair bryant x reader #sinclair bryant #alan rickman characters

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sapphicdt · 1 year

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someone write sev sir kink smut pleek pleek plssolspsls

#severus snape x reader #severus snape #alan rickman #harry potter #severus smut #severus snape x you #severus snape x original character #severus snape x oc #I HAVE A VISION OKAY

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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year

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Mostly all my fanfic are NSFW and are for mature readers. Please check the tags before reading. Have fun reading these and stay safe! - L

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Adam Driver��s Characters

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She’s Mine

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He’s Mine

Ren’s Bride

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Reunited

Hard Ren

Saudade

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Charlie Barber - (Marriage Story)

An Affair

Henry’s Girlfriend

Paterson - (Paterson 2016)

The Bus 23

Jude - (Hungry Hearts)

Tenant

Maurizio Gucci - (House of Gucci)

Babysitter of Gucci

Jack Gladney - (White Noise)

Quickie before Class

Rory McCann’s Characters

Sandor Clegane - (Game of Thrones)

His Queen

His Queen: Nameday

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Dating Sandor Clegane x Hispanic! Reader - Headcanon

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Pornstar! Sandor - Headcanons

Realm's Delight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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"How can I prove it?"

Crush

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In Another Life

His Sweet Girl

Missing My Werewolf Boyfriend

The American: Welcome Back!

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avrmee · 3 days

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Hiiii guys here is some more info about my blog and me. Mostly the blog

MEEEEEE

I am 20

I study actuarial Science

I grew up in South Africa

My mom is German/Austrian and my dad is South African/Russian (I'm whiter than white. That's what my friends say because I'm pale and I am mostly European)

My favourite colours are green, brown and Black (don't even start with the black is a shade... NO)

I am bisexual

I have 2 cats named Fiona and Shrek because Shrek is my favourite movie and why not

I have a total of 15 tattoos but like 10 of them are small and 5 of them are pretty big so yeah

I only have 3 piercings (ears and nose)

My dad used to be in the military but sadly passed away during a mission or whatever you call it 3 months ago.

I was a MASSIVE daddy's girl

My birthday is 19 February

If you want to know more about me then you can ask I don't mind ♡

BLOGGGGG

What I'll write...

Pretty much anything except very graphic rape scenes, murder ect.

I do write smut but I'm not THE BEST but I am working on it

I will do stepcest but not alot of it

I will write any form of self harm, sexual assault, drug abuse ect but like I said not too graphic and there will be a trigger warning

FLUFFFF

angst. But I will need my trusted sad ass playlist so yeah

I will do daddy and mommy kink but you know I don't really float in that boat except for mommy but yeah I called my dad daddy & dadda as a kid until now

You HAVE to give me scenarios to write from. It could be videos or photo or prompts but please don't give me just "can you write something for ______ x reader" please no I'm not that creative

Who I'll write for...

Keep in mind that I will add to this and if you want me to write for someone that isn't on this list then you can still request something about them💗

Youtubers/streamers;;;

Blarg

Smii7y

Grizzy

Pezzy

Puffer

Soup

Thedooo

Mcnasty

Actors;;;

Norman Reedus (MY MANNNNN 🧎‍♀️😫)

Andrew Lincoln

Sebastian Stan

Robert Downey Jr

Alan Rickman

Chandler Riggs

Chris Evans

Danai Gurira

Christian Serratos

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Arists;;;

BILLIE EILISH (my wife, the women that made me realize I like womannnn)

the walking dead characters;;;

Daryl Dixon (DUH)

Rick Grimes

Maggie Greene

Rosita Espinosa (my pookie)

Carl Grimes

Carol Peletier (SHE IS MOTHER, ARGUE WITH THE WALL)

Negan

Glenn (sometimes)

Ect.

I ALSO DO COD CHARACTERS SO FEEL FREE TO REQUEST THEM TOO

I WILL ADD TO THE LIST LATER ONN BUT FOR NOW THIS IS ITT

If the character or person you want is not on here still feel free to request something about them 💗

I won't do the request in one day so please be patient because what I study is genuinely a pain in my ass but I will try and post as soon as possible lovies 💗💗

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russian-soft-bitch · 1 year

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I posted 1,392 times in 2022

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Longest Tag: 119 characters

#also it'd be fun if the had started to say something about being too old and the reader suddenly become protective lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

She's the girlfriend

Miranda Priestly x fem!reader

Requested by: anon. If you’re requests are open can I then request a miranda priestly x reader where reader is going through a really bad anxiety period of time, and r is having a really hard time one day and goes to visit miranda at her office and everyone at the office are like “who is this bitch?” And maybe r ends up falling asleep in Miranda’s office?

Warnings: mentions of panic attacks, anxiety

A/n: I'm SO sorry it took me that long bestie but I kinda felt that way too for all this time

It was the worst week of your life. It first started with your usual anxiety worsening; the constant fidgeting, panic attacks in the mornings, and the feel of dread that never wore off. Then it was your job: a lot of unnecessary tasks, the need to do the job of your co-worker who’s gotten ill. Every day you woke up to the feeling that you can’t go to work; you felt like you had no power in you to do so. Then the day would go impossibly slow, every minute felt like an hour.

It all would be okay if you had the opportunity to go home and spend some time with your girlfriend. Everyone around you (those who knew) was calling her that but you don’t like it. It’s too simple for your taste. When you’re alone or with her you like to call Miranda ‘your woman’. Well, she’s not a girl anymore, that’s for sure. Also that sounds a little more mature.

So, the last week was terrible. Luckily for you, your boss was not an absolute dick and he allowed you to have a few extra days off.

One day, waking up, you thought that you’ve definitely slept for like 3 days straight. Taking a deep breath, you felt the smell of Miranda’s favorite fragrance which made you smile. You haven’t seen her for a while, both of your jobs making it quite difficult at the time.

Making yourself breakfast, you thought about finally buying that coat Miranda was telling would look perfect on you. You decided to buy it on your way to her office.

Breakfast was exactly what you needed but your heart rate was still unstable, and you felt like crying. You were feeling the need to see Miranda as soon as possible and spend some time in her presence. You knew it would make you feel better.

It took you long enough time to get there and feel yourself even worse. You decided not to stop anywhere to buy that coat, you surely weren’t chatty enough to do that.

Immediately after hearing the words ‘Miranda’ and ‘girlfriend’ in the same sentence you already had your personal pass in hand and with that you made your way to the floors that belonged to the Podium. The looks models were giving you made you feel even worse than you already felt, and you tried to make it in the office faster. You already knew where to go but nobody at Podium (except Nigel) knew about you and your relationship with ‘the devil in heels’ as everyone liked to call her (you honestly didn’t get it).

As you made you way straight to Miranda, a girl, who you assumed was Emily, tried to stop you, “Hey! Who do you think you are?” She tried to go after you, but the way Miranda looked at you and went to hold you made her stop in her tracks.

While Miranda continued to work on the upcoming New York fashion week, you made yourself comfortable on the little sofa she had in her office. You were watching her silently for 20 minutes or something when you started to feel your heart rate was getting back to normal and your eyelids started to feel very heavy.

When Andy made her way to the office with a cup of coffee for Miranda, Emily told her about you. At that Andy shrugged her shoulders and, sitting down, said, “She’s the girlfriend. Didn’t you hear?”

92 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Secrets

Nick Goode x reader

Requested by: @darling-i-read-it "can i please get a nick goode fic? Like the reader mayhaps not knowing about the whole deal with the devil thing and when she finds out he thinks she's gonna be pissed but she is actually like <3 this is fantastic <3 i love you AND murder <3

Warnings: mentions of murder

A/n: nick goode brainrot

It was a known fact that everyone in Sunnyvale was happy. But once in a while someone would ask you, "Y/n, are you happy?" And you would always reply with a 'yes'. It wasn't a lie; you think of yourself as a happy woman. You like to look at yourself in the mirror, you have a job you like more than anything, and you have a man to call your own. You fell in love with him the moment you saw him; smart and handsome young man, also known as sheriff Nick Goode.

You could tell he liked you too right away, that little smile always on his lips when he was seeing you in a crowd, or his inability to talk in your presence. It was only a matter of time for you to start a relationship.

Early on you decided that you should trust each other completely, no matter what. For the most part you did. He knew about you everything. In the beginning, Nick was asking you a lot of questions: your favorite movie, color, what you like to eat, what kind of person you are in the morning etc. He was really curious, and you appreciated it; it was good to know the man wanted to know you and to understand you better.

You did the same. Asked him a million questions, always ready to pick up on something new. However, there was one secret he kept from you.

In his living room, near the fireplace there was a door; simple white door. It was locked at all times. It was okay when you didn't live together, but you started to question it more and more since the moment you moved in.

Were you supposed to clean there? Was it just a creepy basement that was completely empty? You wanted to know what was in there and once you asked Nick about it. The first time he said that it was just a basement, nothing to see there. His reply suited you for a while. Then you saw him coming in the basement for a few times, and when you asked him again, he turned the conversation in another direction.

It continued time and time again; you were so sick of this, you tried to find the key without him knowing. Of course, you didn't succeed. Later you would know that Nick kept the key with him at all times.

Finally, came the day when Nick Goode forgot to lock the door. Something happened in Shadyside, and he hurried there without as much as saying goodbye. You didn't notice it at first, the door was slightly ajar; you only noticed while approaching the fireplace.

For a couple of minutes, you stood there, looking at it and not knowing what to do. On one hand, Nick wouldn't hide the information from you without sufficient reason. On the other hand, he was being suspicious, with all his weird answers and avoiding the questions. Also, your curiosity was eating you alive, you HAD to know what was there. Looking at your watch, you noted that Nick was out for an hour, so it would be safe for you to have a quick look.

You found an old flashlight in the kitchen and turning it on, you opened the door. A few steps away there were torches on the walls of the tunnel; from the first sight, you could see it was leading somewhere not too far away. You turned the flashlight off and began to move forward with cautious steps.

The place was very old, that much you could tell. Slightly damp stone which was overgrown with moss you've seen before only a few times. Damp air, making it hard to breath. You almost fell one time, your foot stuck on something, or it just wasn't a place to walk in your home slippers.

You reached a clearing of some sort. It was all stone and soil. On the floor in the center was something you mistook for a pentagram at first. Surrounding it, there were large stones with something engraved on them. Stepping closer you realized it was names. All of them sounded familiar. It all started to make sense to you, and you were just about to look at the mark on the floor again when the voice startled you, "I told you to not go in here".

Nick returned home just a few minutes ago, anticipating warm dinner and you in his arms, but he couldn't find you anywhere. Living room was the last place he checked and the first thing he noticed there was an open door to the only place in his house you had no access to. Plans were already forming in his head as he made his way to the altar. Two of them contained the way he would explain everything: one was telling the truth and the other was lying shamelessly to your face. He knew the lie wouldn't do, so his only option was to tell the truth, no matter how ugly it was. Nick wasn't sure how good you would take it. He doubted you would be happy, but he surely could make it sound good. In the plan he didn't want to think about, he was killing you. Of course, Nick knew that if it all came out, people would believe him, not you. But he still needed to think it through.

Also, he really didn’t want to kill you. You were like a ray of sunshine for him; always there, supporting him in everything, always on his side. But what you probably already saw was able to make him look like a psychopath killer in your eyes, and he didn’t want that.

Stepping quietly, he made sure you wouldn't hear him. You didn't, and he waited patiently for your brain to make the connection. And just when you were about to turn around, he said, "I told you to not go in here".

You turned around quickly and looked at him wide-eyed, "Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to know. And how cool is that?! Why didn't you tell me?"

Nick had to take a moment to process what you just said. You could see the confusion on his face, so you stepped closer and took another look at the engraving and the stones. "You’re making deals with the Devil, that's so cool! Oh... Oh! So this stuff a couple of days ago at the mall happened because of you! Ah, I love you. I knew you were the best, but this is just like a Christmas present". He finally came to his senses and looked at you in disbelief, "What?"

You were already making your way out, talking non-stop, "And the murders were so nice! So much blood, classic slasher movie, I swear. Is it your first time? Or the Camp Nightwing massacre was you too?"

You stopped walking when you didn't notice him near you. You turned around and looked at his still shocked face, "Nick? You okay?"

"You okay with it? Why?" he took a few steps closer. "I have some secrets of my own", you smiled and continued your way to the living room. "But seriously, you have to tell me everything!"

98 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

Good Morning, Indeed

Miranda Priestly x reader

Requested: by anon. Would you do some morning fluff for Miranda Priestly? E.g styling her hair? Fanks! 😌😁

A/n: it's short but cute! hope you like it x also i;m done with my requests (finally) send me sone more!

Honestly, you've no idea how exactly you ended up living with that woman. Only yesterday she was whipping you with her words at the Runway and today you’re making her favorite breakfast. The things you do for love, huh.

It was so early in the morning, you weren’t even sure if it was morning already. Miranda was still sleeping, the girls were in their beds too. The aroma of fresh coffee has filled the room, making you slightly more awake. The first Harry Potter book laid on the table waiting for you to read it. Miranda’s girls were ecstatic for you to read the whole series; their mother didn’t have the time to do that.

You flipped a pancake and took a drink from your cup. When the table was served, you heard Miranda already being mad at someone over the phone. You smiled a little, gladly it wasn’t you on the other side.

She ended the call just before coming into the kitchen. “Good morning, love”, you handed her a cup of coffee and took a notice of her hair. They were still wet from the shower, so you went to the other room to grab some brushes and a hairdryer to style her hair. She didn’t like to do that herself; it was your prerogative.

When you returned to the kitchen, Miranda was flipping through the book, shaking her head from time to time. You kissed her temple and started to do her hair.

You felt her relax instantly. She didn’t like people touching her hair, but when it came to you, she loved it. Miranda took a swing of her coffee and you just knew that she had closed her eyes.

It was an unusually quiet morning. Just the two of you. You both didn’t like to talk at the moments like this. Work related topics can be dealt with in a car on your way to the Podium. Everything related to the girls was done yesterday. So you just enjoyed those quiet moments.

When Miranda’s hair was done with, you took a sit next to her and started to eat. She continued to work on the book. Half an hour had passed just like that.

You heard the book was closed, felt her lips on your cheek. “Good morning, indeed”

107 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

the world without Him

Severus Snape x fem!reader

Requested: no

Warnings: mentions of death, ptsd?, suicide

A/n: please don't read if even one of the warnings trigger you! extremely sad. also don't read if you don't want to!

She looked up at the sky and then shut her eyes. The sun was too bright today. How could it be bright? How could it be so cruel?

They couldn’t find his body. Not on the day of the fight, not after it. She had nothing left. Nothing to bury. Nothing to come back to. Nothing to mourn.

It was the first sunny day after the battle. It happened almost two weeks ago and now it seems like it never happened. Funerals went for days straight; everyone was mourning their loved ones. Everyone but her. She had nothing.

Harry tried to cheer her up a little, saying he died a hero. She didn’t care about that. Funny how he became a hero only after his death. The death she couldn’t believe in. She saw no body. She never saw him being killed. Every day since the battle she was expecting him to come home to her. Weak, tired but still alive. She was sure that he was somewhere out there just trying to heal the wounds. Every day she cooked breakfast for two, brewed coffee exactly the way he liked it. Sitting in his chair she read the daily prophet as if she was getting ready to discuss news with him in the evening. Just like before the war.

Of course, the day of his return never came. In September she returned to Hogwarts just like she would before the war. Spent her free time in the dungeons just like before the war. She even continued her potions lessons. But now she only had his textbook. Countless of times she traced the words he had written with her fingertips. Countless of times she imagined him talking, giving her advises and teasing her endlessly. Professor Slughorn didn’t mind her being there; he even caught her crying one time.

Time flew by and students started to see more of him in her. Quiet, brooding, not a hint of emotion. She didn’t have the energy to smile. Didn’t have the energy to be helpful. Suddenly she had found her students to be irritating and lazy. Just like he did.

Hermione Granger, who had returned for her 7th year, pointed it out to her just before Christmas. She smiled a little, for the first time in months, and said that it was just easier this way. Easier to ignore the pain.

When the holidays were over, she didn’t return to school. Some said, she retreated to muggle world, someone was gossiping about her possible death. One girl said that she just couldn’t live in a world without him. For everyone she just vanished. Nobody knows what happened to her. And I’m not sure someone wants to.

150 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Unexpected Speech

Severus Snape x reader (but the focus is on you), Umbridge

Requested: no

A/n: can't say this is angst, don's know what's this lol, mentions of sex

This morning you were getting ready for work in a rush. I wasn’t often when you overslept, but when you did, it was always a fault of your husband. He was already having breakfast, maybe even finished it. And you had to skip it today. While in a haste you didn’t notice a little hickey on your neck. You always wear modest clothes, so that’s probably the reason why you didn’t notice anything.

You were a Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. It was a great help that your mother was a muggle-born witch, she taught you a lot of muggle related things. The lesson with a 3rd years went by pretty quickly, children were actually curious to learn new things, and they readily passed their enthusiasm to you. Your second lesson of the day you spent with a 7thyear.

When Fred and George Weasley (your favourites, but they didn’t need to know that) were telling you about their father’s job, Dolores Umbridge had paid you a visit.

About your hickey. It was only visible when you turned your head to the side, so, if the student didn’t pay you attention, you were safe. But your older students were really interested in the subject. They noticed, of course, but didn’t tell you anything. It would be awkward to both parties. So, they stayed quiet.

That woman never stayed quiet. She noticed it and was already lecturing you on why exactly your appearance was inappropriate to a teacher. It wasn’t the first time she did that. Earlier that year, Umbridge gave you a good scolding because of: your hair, your makeup (“Surely, you don’t need that much of mascara, do you?”), your choice of clothes, your choice of shoes, even your nails. What was wrong with the last one, she didn’t tell you. So, that day was the last straw. You didn’t care that she could fire you, you could easily find another job. Yes, you would miss your students, but that’s okay. You finally let yourself speak back to her. In front of children.

“Thank you for your concern but I’ve had enough of it for the past months. And I won’t stay silent any longer. As far as I know, my husband provides you with Veritaserum potion you like to you use on innocent children so much. So I strongly suggest you stop bullying me just because of your non-existent sex life. And yes, I am aware that you can fire me. And no, I don’t really care about that. Now, please, leave the room and let me finish today’s lessons. You can announce my outrageous behaviour and fire me at dinner time in front of all school. Thank you very much”.

It was the first time you ever saw her speechless. She silently left the room and even closed the door behind her. Students were quiet for a few more moments and then you heard them applauding. Only then you realized what you had said to her. No one except the staff knew about your marriage. You and your husband, Severus Snape, wanted to keep it a secret to the sake of yours and his reputation. Students adored you and loathed him. Severus wanted to keep it that way.

Your little speech had the effect of an exploding bomb. By the end of the day all school was talking only about that. You didn’t have a free minute that day, sadly. You wanted Severus to know everything from you, not from the gossip. You only saw him when you came into the Great Hall to have dinner. Perhaps, your last one within those walls. You avoided looking at him and wanted to sit somewhere else, but this time Minerva left the spot on his right to you. You took a seat there and took a little sip of pumpkin juice. You calmed a little when you felt him hand on your knee. Yes, he was probably mad but not at you, you were sure of that. He was never mad at you.

Just like you predicted, Umbridge fired you but not without the unnecessary drama. You were fine with her being mean, but this time she was saying you were unprofessional. Bad influence on children. Profaner of these sacred to the wizarding world walls. This time you needed to calm your husband. You squeezed his hand in yours gently and smiled at him a little, showing that you were doing okay. Spoiler, you weren’t. You were on the verge of tears. It hurt you deeply that your students were hearing such horrid words about you, that they could believe it. You knew they wouldn’t, but it hurt, nonetheless.

On your way out of the hall you tried to communicate with as many students as was possible. They all stood up, paying you a tribute. Saying the last “don’t get yourself in trouble just because of me” to the Weasley twins, you left the hall.

You only let the tears fall when you ended up in your husband’s embrace 20 mins later. You were saying sorry over and over again and as many times Severus was telling you that you did the right thing, even if it weren’t so smart. At that you smiled a little through the tears and hugged him tightly.

In the morning you had left the school. You had left the home. Of course, you didn’t know that you would return just before august ended. Finally you had some time to make your house a home.

189 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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tealeavesandthorns · 5 months

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What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

Least favourite trope?

♡ Munday Meme ♡

Some questions to get to know the mun’s rping habits! - @chiefofstafftanner //thank you!

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

God I'm really wracking my brains now because I think I've put most headcanons out there, or maybe it just feels like that given how long I've had Maria.... Uhm okay a headcanon people might not know - Maria has an aunt, her Grandma and Grandpa adopted Nicholas a sister and that's Maria's Aunt Helena, she's a bit eccentric and has 6 adopted children and 12 grandchildren.

Least favourite trope?

I find most tropes can be redeemed with good writing if I'm honest but I have to say my least favourite has to be mpreg and then I've noticed a trend in a lot of fanfic and especially reader x fics where the muses/canon character is 40+ and the female in question is like 18. I mean don't get me wrong I love a good age gap but when I say that I mean someone who's 30 with someone who's 50..... I also understand being 18 and having a raging wide-on for a celebrity dilf, hell I was in love with Alan Rickman when I was like 13.... but I dunno just, even when I was 13 and actually when I was 18 I never liked reading that sort of thing. I liked reading fanfics with characters with age appropriate counter parts. Now I'm in my 30's it's even harder to like that kind of thing, especially when a lot of it reads like it's been taken straight from bad porn. Like I'm sorry I just can't see Ha*rvey Bullo*ck or Gr*eg Le*strade or even J*im H*opper being interested in an 18 year old girl...... and I especially can't see them being interested in dating one long term..... Also I'm not talking about like immortals and shit.... I'm literally just talking about middle-aged men or women wanting to be with 17/18/19 year olds when canonically they've never shown an interest in people that young.... and it doesn't lend itself to that character. Whoops that was a rant and ramble sorry!

#;answered #;out of tealeavesandthorns #;munday memes

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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Hi lovelies, hope you are doing well🌸 i wanted to let you know what i am up to writing/post wise, so you can keep track😌👌🏻

-Alan Rickman x reader some kind of drama fanfic

-Gellert Grindelwald x reader rescuing him from Macusa fanfic

-HP characters as The Simpsons quotes

-Snape x Scarlett(oc) relationship introduction

I have zero inspiration for the fanfics atm so i don’t know when i will write them, they might take longer than normal. Both of the requests lack details and i cannot think of anything for them right now🤷🏼‍♀️ Simpsons one will be posted tomorrow, hopefully. Also i am writing Snape x Scarlett one, i just need to find my old moodboards i have made for them and maybe fix them a bit. When i am not inspired by anything, i run to my Scarlett apparently😅

Requests are still open, click this to see the rules🤗

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myers-meadow · 8 months

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Hans Gruber misses you

Rain platters and streams down your window. What a night, you're glad to be safe and warm inside. It’d be better if your love was there with you, though. To enjoy a nice evening on the couch, reading in his arms, a nice drink on the table to warm you up from the inside.

Work comes first for him, you think, a little bitterly, but you know that’s just your brain talking shit. It's not true, but your brain can't help it sometimes. In fact, you've never felt appreciated like you do when you're with Hans. Just as you move to get the plaid blanket draped over your feet, the telephone rings. You jolt and almost run to the kitchen to pick it up.

“Yes?”

No one calls this late, no one except…

“Liebling." Hans. His voice fills you with warmth. “You’re still up.”

You hum softly, smiling. “The bed is cold without you. How is it on your end?”

“We are just wrapping up here,” he says, tone smooth, and there’s shouting in the background. The engine of a car starts. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of him home with you tonight. “So I’ll be with you soon. Will you stay up for me, Schönheit?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you, twirling the phone cord around your finger. “I will.”

“Be good for me and get the champagne cold. I want to celebrate with you.”

As far as the phone cord allows you, you move to the living room to get the bottle off the rack and put it in the fridge. “Of course. Come home safe.”

“Bis gleich, Liebling.” It’s a promise.

#hans gruber x reader #hans gruber #die hard #die hard (1988)#alan rickman characters #villain x reader #die hard fanfiction #alan rickman

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allycat319 · 2 months

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 25: **Randy Reunions**

I awoke with a violent shudder as an orgasm ripped through me. “Severus?” I groaned as he nibbled at my swollen clit. “What are you doing?” My eyes creaked open and I finally caught a glimpse of him between my spread legs, he shot me a devilish grin “Enjoying my morning.” He growled into my folds, licking a firm stripe along my dripping folds.

I tried to pull away, his constant licking making my sensitive core beg me for reprieve. “Where do you think you are going?” He growled, circling his arms around the backs of my thighs effectively stopping me from pulling back. “I have to go change.” I moaned as his tongue grazed the spot that made my my eyes roll back. “Ahh…I have classes…This morning.” I panted, still trying and failing to pull away from his relentless mouth.

His grip on my thighs tightened, his short nails biting into the soft flesh. “Do stop with your squirming, I am trying to enjoy my breakfast.” He punctuated his sentence by dipping his tongue into my core and thrusting the slick muscle in and out.

My back bowed off of the bed, “Oh, yes…” I moaned, my fingers grasping at his soft black hair. After a few glorious moments of tongue fucking me, he finally pushed two thick digits into my pulsing heat. My eyes squeezed shut and the contact and my hands gripped the satin sheets hard.

“Severus…Please. Don’t. Stop.” I begged as he fucked me with his fingers, my orgasm quickly building and my legs began to quake again, my orgasm was imminent and I was chasing it.

“Are you going to come for me Little Star?” Severus purred against my sensitive clit and I nodded furiously, clutching the sheets so hard my knuckles were turning white.

“Use your words…” He placed an open mouth kiss on my pulsing clit before continuing, “Or I’ll stop.” He puncuated his threat with a delicious curl of his fingers into that spongy spot that makes me see stars.

“Severus…” I moan, willing myself to look at him. His eyes found mine at their own accord and I almost came just from the site of him devouring me as if I was his last meal. “Please…Make me come…I’m so close.”

“How could I deny my beautiful girl a second orgasm when she asked so sweetly.” He shot me a devilish smile and fucked me hard with his fingers while his tongue swiped hard against my clit. It was only seconds before the wave of ecstasy flooded my senses and I was lost in complete bliss.

My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath and come down from my high. Severus placed soothing kisses up my body until he reached my lips, his final kiss in his ascent up my shaky body was a bruising one to my lips and I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on him.

“I am aching to be inside of you.” He growled against my lips, his hands sliding to my thighs and pushing them further apart, his wet tip gliding effortlessly against my swollen folds and I moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Please…” I whisper, begging him to finally slide into me. It had been a long week without him and I didn’t even realize how much I missed the feel of him above me, inside of me, just being with me.

He smirks down at me, sliding against my soaked flesh one last time before finally increasing the pressure and gliding into my tight heat. The sound he made when he was finally completely inside me was a mixture of a growl and a groan. He sat still inside of me, allowing me time to adjust to his size before he pulled himself out slowly and thrust back into me making my toes curl.

My hands circled his neck, holding him tightly to me as he continued to thrust at a firm pace. His arms slid around my back, pulling my body down to meet his thrusts.

Our eyes were locked as he continued to thrust into me, his dark orbs were glazed over as his climax approached. Apparently, he was not content with how deep he was inside of me because without stopping his perfect thrusts into my quivering center he sat up on his knees and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders.

My back arched so much I thought I would snap in half. His pace was brutal and I was enjoying every second of it. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” My core began to clamp down on his thrusting member as my orgasm washed over me.

“My perfect Little Star.” I heard Severus whisper, he pace stuttering before he came inside of me, riding out a few final thrusts before gently lowering my legs and flopping onto the bed beside me, pulling the blankets up and around us and drawing me into his warm embrace.

I snuggled into his chest and thats when I realized…He wasn't wearing his nightshirt or usual white undershirt, he was completely bare.

I sat up straight, covering my chest with the blanket even though he had already seen everything I was attempting to cover.

“You’re not wearing a shirt.” I stated matter of factly and Severus cocked an eyebrow.

“Does that bother you?” His tone was one of concern and I couldn't help the broad smile that spread across my face.

I shook my head still smiling like a buffoon. “No! I’ve just never seen you without a shirt on…Ever.”

He just rolled his eyes, “Keep smiling at me like that and you never will again. I am nothing to gawk at.”

I took him by surprise when I straddled him, dropping the sheet from my body and gripping his face in my hands. “You are most definitely something to be gawked at.” I kissed him “Desired.” another kiss “Loved.” another kiss. “Admired.”

His hands slid up my legs and stilled on my hips, stroking lightly with his thumbs. “You think too well of a man like me.” He sighed, I could sense his internal battle and needed to think of a way to show him how much I truly loved and and cherished him.

I reached down and gently picked up his left hand, guiding it up my body. I closed my eyes, moaning softly at the touch of his skin to mine, I could feel his arm stiffen when his forearm reached my face and I opened my eyes. The dark mark tattoo glared at me, a stark contrast to Severus’ pale skin.

“You are perfect Severus Snape…” I brought his forearm to my lips and kissed the dark black tattoo, “Never let your past define your future.”

Later

Edwin and I decided to head to the library after our meeting with Dumbledore’s Army, he desperately needed to study for an upcoming potions test and he, per usual needed my help.

We sat at one of the empty tables near the restricted section and began pulling out study materials from our respective bags. Edwin sighed, opening his potions notebook and I giggled silently.

“You know if you pay attention in his class, you won’t have to study so hard for the tests,” I stated, trying my best to stifle my giggling.

Edwin shot me a glare, “…Not everyone can be the teachers pet.”

I fought internally on whether I would vocalize the comment that just popped into my brain…Yeah, I think I will.

“Hmmm, he does like calling me a good girl.”

Edwin’s eyes became the size of saucers and made a face as if he was doing his best to keep bile from coming up his throat and I laughed out loud, putting my hand quickly over my mouth to quiet my cackles so Madam Pince doesn’t come over and give me detention.

“That is at the top of the list of things I really wish I had never heard.” He said after a second and I winked at him, glancing back down at my textbook. A few weeks of power from the ministry and Toadface had disbanded all after-school activities, which meant Severus had to give me detention to see me and, he only did that every two weeks or so in order not to rouse suspicion. One of the evening detentions before Christmas though, I had stumbled upon an interesting sight, Harry was in the potions classroom being lectured by Severus.

When I crossed the threshold Harry, who was sitting in a chair facing the doorway looked at me and Severus turned around. “Sorry, Professor.” I choked out, now growing a bit nervous “I was just coming for my evening detention. If you need to reschedule…”

“No…Potter your lessons are over until after the Christmas holiday, you are dismissed.” Severus turned back to Harry as he spoke and Harry, in return got up and hurried out of the doorway. He shot me a kind smile as he walked by “See you later Rora.”

I returned his smile and walked further into the classroom, dropping my bag on the floor by my usual desk. By the time I had entered the room Severus had sat in his desk chair and was glaring at me.

“What?” I asked when I knew Harry was out of earshot.

Severus eyed me, continuing his glare. “You were not given detention today…”

“Is it a crime to miss you?” I crossed my arms over his chest at his lack of happiness to see me. I knew he wouldn’t be the type to jump for joy at my presence but he could pretend to at least not be annoyed that I snuck down here.

“You are allowed to miss me Aurora…What you are not allowed to do is strut down here with no detention pass and just expect a warm welcome. There is too much at stake with Umbridge around for you to be so reckless.” I winced at his tone, it was flat and harsh. I knew I had pissed him off when my first name crossed his lips. I hated it when he called me Aurora, it separated me from him as a partner and made me feel about two inches tall.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and threw it back over my shoulder. “I’m sorry for being so reckless, I’ll go back to the common room. If Harry says anything I’ll just tell him you decided to switch the detention time.” I tried to make my voice sound unbothered by his disappointment but I failed and it came out sounding more meak than I was anticipating.

Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said nothing though and I knew my presence was definitely unwanted. I turned and walked to the door, glancing at him over my shoulder “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

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Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details.

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard.

Broussard?

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one.

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely.

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here?

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there.

It would just be a quick trip.

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do.

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road.

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants.

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him.

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened.

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament.

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less.

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately.

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had.

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this.

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged.

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.”

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free.

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip.

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there.

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth.

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair.

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause.

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs.

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault.

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees.

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times.

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed.

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!”

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath.

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more.

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him.

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down.

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her. Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound. Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants.

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair.

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤

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Prompt: 4. Mittens & Scarves

Pairing: Snape x Professor!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Hogsmeade

A/N: You’ve been crushing on Snape for a long time but you never manage to pluck up the courage to ask the dark and stoic man out. Perhaps a chance meeting at Madam Puddifoot’s will do the trick?

+A/N: Hi my lovely darlings! ^^

Day 4 has arrived and we are returning to my most beloved Alan Rickman character, our adorable Dungeon Bat ❤

Tags/TW’s: Fluff, Light Angst, Sunshine/Grumpy, Light Pining, Secret Attraction

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.2k

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You were perusing the shelves at Gladrags Wizardwear, to get away from the strong winds that made snow swirl outside, when the warmest looking mittens caught your eye. They were white as could be and had a knitted reindeer pattern in a dark green colour. You instantly decided to buy them for yourself, an early Christmas present is never wrong.

“I’d like these, please,” you said to the older man by the counter. He rang you up, you paid with a smile and adorned the thick mittens instantly. Ah, so fluffy! You thought with a giggled chuckle as you stroked the mittens against your own cheeks before you opened the store’s door and ventured outside again.

The wind tugged at you but it wasn’t too cold, fortunately. You looked around and saw some students running about but they weren’t being too loud or disruptive so you let them be as you began heading towards the other end of the little village, in the direction of Madam Puddifoot’s and the road back to Hogwarts.

You passed Dogweed & Deathcap, the Flying Apron Bakery, J. Pippins Potions and a few other shops on your rushed walk towards the entrance of the village. You hugged your coat tightly and kept your eyes cast down so as not to get snow in them.

Okay, perhaps a little cold, you thought as a shiver slipped down your back and left a trail of goosebumps. You hurried a bit more to get to the little tea shop and possibly get yourself a little treat before it was time to round up the student to get them back to Hogwarts.

The cherry ding of a doorbell chimed out as you stepped inside and with a whip of your wand you were snow-free and dry.

“That’s better,” you mused with a little happy sigh and smiled as you headed up towards the counter - most definitely intending to get yourself something sweet and unhealthy for once.

“What can I get you, dear?” Madam Puddifoot asked and you gave her your order, a huge mug of vanilla tea and a slice of apple pie with too much vanilla cream. She smiled and nodded, “Coming right up, dear.” You thanked her and hoisted out your wallet to pay while she gathered your order.

She handed you the plate (the pie was swimming in vanilla cream and you thanked her for that) and then the mug and you turned to find a table. Preferably somewhere there weren’t too many students. After all, you were around students almost constantly and once in a while it was nice to get a little break. you were only human after all and working at a boarding school required a bit more than you had expected when you started at Hogwarts.

But as you looked around your eyes landed on the only fully black spot in the little shop. The stoic and commanding Professor Snape. Your heart did a little volt in your chest as there were no other tables available and you could use that excuse to sit with him.

Honestly, that man needs some Christmas spirit. But, I guess, I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world… The thought was one you had had several times and as you walked towards him your felt your body tense and your heart picked up its pace. He was every bit the dark and gloomy dungeon bat among all the pink and the fluff but that was not why your heart was starting to race.

You fancied him. Quite a bit. Had for the past two years but it was first when this term had begun that you had plucked up the courage to start advancing on him. Not that he appeared to notice, even if you tried as much as you dared to get closer to him.

“Professor,” you said as you arrived at the table, “May I? Everywhere else appears to be full,” you said as you plopped yourself down before the man had even had a moment to answer. You weren’t giving him the chance to turn you away when you as recently as yesterday had decided that before Christmas you were going to get him on a date, or get him to deny you a date, either way, you were going to ask him out.

“Certainly,” he drawled when you had situated yourself on the bench opposite him in the snug booth.

“Thank you,” you said happily with a wide smile aimed towards him.

“Happy, are we?” he asked with his drumming, rolling voice in a slight drawl.

“Ah, yes, I found these,” you said and held up your hands still covered in the thick mittens that kept you toasty warm.

“They’re so fluffy!” you squealed happily with a little laugh as you rubbed your hands against each other with open palms.

“Indeed, very, fluffy,” he drawled anew with a slight sneer to his face. But it didn’t look like a bad sneer. More like a confused one. It was hard to tell with him, as always.

You took the gloves off and placed them beside you on the bench before you unbuttoned your coat and shrugged out of it. It was warm enough with just your knitted sweater in the cosy shop anyway. You started in on your pie with a vicious hunger. you weren't at all distracting yourself while your heart did an out of step dance within your chest from sitting with him so, well, intimately.

“You shop anything?” you asked after you swallowed the first bite and looked up at Severus. He raised an eyebrow at you while he glanced between your face and your plate.

“No. But you are apparently shopping for a cardiac arrest in the future,” he grumbled and you glanced down at your plate.

“Well, if I die with a full stomach of goodness I’ll die happily,” you said and shrugged.

“If you say so,” he murmured and then muttered something with a scrunching of his brows that you couldn't quite catch, and you gave him a wide smile before you made a show of your second spoon-full.

He almost smiled at you, you could see the twinkle in his eyes and your heart leapt anew within your chest. Should I ask him today? The thought made nerves ball together in your gut but you had been crushing on the man for a long time and you had promised yourself.

You ate in silence for a moment as you tried to temper the nerves and find a good way to phrase your question. You knew it could turn out awkward if he said no but you’d deal with that if that happened. After all, you were in different parts of the castle most of the time. Worst case scenario you'd just find a new job somewhere else if it came to that.

In the end, there were no more words shared between the two of you. You couldn’t pluck up the courage to speak with him, to ask him about a date and he seemed engrossed in whatever book he was reading while you finished your pie with a growing gloom of discouragement in your chest.

“It’s time,” he said as you drank the last of your almost cold tea.

“Oh, really?” He nodded and you gave him a hesitant smile as you felt defeated by the lack of courage on your part. But Severus was hard to reach. It felt as if he was far above you in almost every way and that was discouraging, to say the least. At the same time, he was just a human. Like you.

You rose from the bench and adorned your coat again along with your fluffy new mittens. They made you smile a bit as you squeezed your hands a little to feel the softness.

“Well, thank you for the company,” Severus suddenly said as he had risen as well and were stood right beside you. It made you jolt ever so slightly as you hadn’t heard him move. The man was so stealthy, he had made you jump quite a few times by just sort of appearing.

You turned your head towards him and smiled widely again as he thanked you for simply sitting there, it nearly shocked you actually since Severus never thanked for or really seemed to like company.

“My pleasure, professor,” you said gently and his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly as he looked down on you all stark and dark.

You left Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop with Severus in tow but just as you were going to ask him to walk together back to Hogwarts two girls started shouting and screaming at each other not far away down the street.

“I’ll get that,” you said hastily as Severus turned towards the students with rage all over his face. He glanced at you and nodded before he headed the other direction, going further into Hogsmeade to collect students presumably, while you hurried towards the entrance to the little village and the fighting girls who were screaming about some ruined date; or something along those lines.

You broke them apart and sent them off with separate friend groups; with five points deducted from Hufflepuff and five points deducted from Slytherin, the houses of the two girls, for making a scene and disrupting the public peace. Then you ushered on a few stragglers and broke up a snowball fight that was starting to turn ugly on the way back to Hogwarts.

Almost everyone had had a great time in Hogsmeade, dinner in the Great Hall had gone smoothly even if it had been a bit loud with a lot of chatter about Christmas from the students. The staff were no better, Pomona and Minerva chattered so loudly about the planned decorations for the Great Hall during the holidays you almost wanted to tell them to lower their voices; you didn’t of course. You weren’t a grinch, you loved the holidays.

You had sat next to Severus, who barely spoke a word but nodded and listened as you told him about the snowball fight and the house point deductions, the plan for the upcoming week's lessons and how much you adored your new mittens.

The last part gave way for that odd look on his face once more, it looked like confusion but as you had thought about it on your way back to your quarters you weren’t so sure any longer.

When you nearly stumbled into your private quarters after dinner you felt absolutely exhausted. But happy. Even if you hadn’t dared ask Severus out, even if you hadn’t really spoken that much in Hogsmeade he listened attentively even if quietly during dinner and it made you happy.

He at the very least tolerated your company, he did thank me for it back at Puddifoot’s… He actually thanked me for keeping him company. You smiled gently, warmly, as you hung off your coat and with a flick of your wand made the hearth roar to life with a crackling swoosh from the burst of flames.

“Oh, what’s this?” you asked yourself with surprise as the fire granted light and made a medium-sized package wrapped in darkly green wrappings on your coffee table shimmer. It looked like little stars covered the wrapper but as you stepped closer you saw it was glitter that reflected the light.

It’s a little too early for presents? You thought as you picked up the package and looked it over. There was no note attached to the green silk string that wrapped around it and was tied with a little bow, you were intrigued and curious. “No note that says ‘do not open until Christmas’ so I guess I can open it?”

You were unable to think any further on it as your fingers were already tugging at the soft string and a moment later the wrapper was discarded and a white box labelled ‘Gladrags Wizardwear’ with dark blue lettering rested in your hands. Who’s sent this? I didn’t buy anything more in the store?

Curiosity tugged inside of you and you sat down on the sofa with the box in your lap, you lifted the lid and were greeted by something wrapped in silk paper and a small note adorned with beautiful but harsh writing.

You read it out loud to yourself, “(Y/n), this ought to match your new mittens. I could not resist when you spoke with such joy about the likeable properties of your new garment.

“Thank you for the company, I would like to enjoy it again. Over dinner this Sunday, perhaps? S.S. WHAT?! A-, a date? He-, he’s-, he’s asking me out on a date?!”

You couldn’t breathe. Your hands shook as the widest smile was plastered across your face. You wanted to squeal, wanted to scream and dance, wanted to jump around and shout to the ghosts of Christmas that there are indeed miracles.

You made short work of the silk paper and there, in all its fluffy white glory with dark green patterns of little knitted crosses and dots, laid a scarf that perfectly matched the mittens you had bought a few hours earlier.

You instantly wrapped it around your neck and you were in fluff-heaven. In more ways than one as you read Severus’ note over and over while your heart hammered within your chest. He had asked you out on a date, it blew your mind that since he asked you out he held affection for you in return - this is absolutely wild. A Christmas miracle neatly arriving with cosy mittens and a fluffy scarf.

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