#as chuck tingle would say

[rendoas]

I think there's been a frightening amount of people on both sides of the Israel/Palestine conflict spectrum treating the whole thing like they're picking a football team. I think part of this issue stems from many people now electing to get their news from Instagram and Tiktok, and another part is how difficult it is to find reliable news articles that aren't funded by a party that stands to gain something from swaying international opinion.

I think most people's hearts are in the right place, being against human suffering and killing.

But I also think that far too many people have been swept up in "being on the right side of history" that they're not viewing this issue through the nuanced lens it really deserves.

From what I personally have read, this has been the fairest explanation (and the easiest for me to understand) of the conflict with viewpoints from both Palestinian and Israeli people.

My conclusion is that this is ultimately so very tragic because people are suffering on account of their governments' decisions. I don't think either Palestine or Israel (as governments, not people) are correct. I think the only correct thing is to stop the violence, and to love thy neighbor, and to care about one another. But I also have no idea how to get there, and am certainly not equipped in any sort of diplomatic or militaristic way to even begin to have anything to say about it.

I hope all the calling for ceasefire affects change. I hope all the donations and aid get through and save lives.

#nobody asked but these are my thoughts on #israel/palestine #i hope i expressed myself well enough to be understood #and i hope anyone reading this does so with the understanding that i am being very sincere and not trying to like #downplay any piece of this tragedy or anything #ultimately i am just a privileged white american doing the best i can to understand what's going on #and doing my best to express empathy and care for other human beings #to prove love is real #as chuck tingle would say

[drchucktingle]

THE TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION TELLS CHUCK TINGLE TO STAY HOME BUT WE PROVE LOVE ANYWAY

just when you buckaroos thought 2024 would be a break from book drama, here comes chuck tingle in the mix. recently i was asked to be a featured speaker at the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION annual conference. a few days ago they rescinded my invitation. here is what happened.

(EDITED TO ADD THIS LINK. if you have a hard time reading this on way of tumblr you can also read for free on chucks patreon)

i would like to start off by saying it is not my intent to start a fight, and all those reading this should know that the actions of a few misguided folks do not speak for the whole TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. i am sure there are many involved who will be very upset to learn what others at TLA have done in their name. there are many individuals here, so please do not paint them all as villains in your mind. besides, chuck loves the dang library everyone knows that.

the point of writing this is not to vilify. i am writing this is because MOMENTS OF DARKNESS are the best places to SHINE A LIGHT AND PROVE LOVE IS REAL. this is a perfect time for learning and growing and for us talk on some very important things that queer buckaroos and neurodivergent buckaroos face every day. this is an unfortunate moment that WE can turn around and use to prove love is real.

i am also writing this to understand some of my own personal feelings on the matter. for something that seems very simple on the surface, the trot is complex, and i am still working out my emotions on the whole dang thing. i am learning in this way.

PART ONE: BAG OF LOVE

a few months ago chuck was asked to be a featured speaker at the 2024 TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION ANNUAL CONFERENCE. i have been asked to do things like the before and it is ALWAYS a fun time to meet bookseller and librarian buds. trotting around face to face and talking about my story of conquering chronic pain and overcoming my mental hurdles is VERY IMPORTANT to me. i say YES to these things whenever i can. (here i am with authors at CALIFORNIA INDEPENDENT BOOKSELLERS ALLIANCE conference. they are a WONDERFUL group and they proved love with their OWN invitation to chuck. this was such a moving event with so many amazing authors and stories. got very teared up during this photo)

ANYWAY BUCKAROOS i get the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION invite and say 'YES BUD LETS TROT'. we are then confirmed.

months pass. a few weeks ago i get a call from my manager and agent and publisher saying ‘the TLA have rescinded their invitation.’

turns out some things had been going on behind the scenes

at some point the TLA asked chucks INCREDIBLE HEROIC BAD ASS PUBLISHER if chuck would be okay with not wearing the mask, to which tor/nightfire/macmillan said ‘what the heck are you talking about of course chuck is going to wear his mask. this is how chuck presents himself’ (NOT EXACT QUOTE)

as you all know, my pink bag way is a VERY IMPORTANT SPACE. as an autistic buckaroo it is a boundary that allows me to express myself freely and relieve my chronic pain from neurotypically masking all day. i have talked about this for years, and it is why i consider my private identity a SACRED THING. it is literally a health issue.

fortunately THE PINK BAG is never really a problem when making appearances. i have spent years going on television shows, doing interviews, speaking at other conferences and conventions, hosting book events on tour, and even MEETING WITH LAWYERS in my pink face covering. it is always respected and that is very validating to my way.

when arriving anywhere i always take precautions. i always warn buckaroos ahead of time that there is a masked man coming. i always have someone go in ahead of me JUST IN CASE. again, there has never been an issue. at a big conference where i am a special guest there is ESPECIALLY not an issue because my face and bio are printed IN THE DANG PROGRAM

SOME FUN TIMES AT BIG EVENTS BELOW:

CHUCK ON TV SHOW NAME OF 'AT MIDNIGHT' BACK BEFORE I WROTE LOVE IS REAL ON MY HEAD:

well, there has never been an issue.... UNTIL NOW.

PART TWO: RESCINDED

a few days ago TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION suddenly messaged my publishers and said that chuck tingle is no longer invited. my invitation was rescinded. the reason given was that people could possibly be uncomfortable with my mask

right out of the gate i would like to say this: it is absolutely the right of the texas library association to disinvite someone from their conference. it is their event, after all, and they can ban anyone they would like, for any reason.

of course, that doesnt mean other folks HEARING THIS NEWS wont have their own opinions the TLA choices. if the TLA disinvites someone, their reasoning for doing this can be discussed and analyzed. whether or not they follow their own guidelines can be questioned, and certainly their kindness and tact can be considered

there are a few BIG POINTS to make regarding this choice from the TLA

first and foremost, i just gotta say buckaroos, it is incredibly rude to invite someone to be a guest speaker at your event, have them confirm and mark off their calendar and turn down other offers, then rescind their invitation. this is maybe the simplest of the points, but it is an important one.

second, (DEEP BREATH HERE WE GO BUCKAROOS) i personally do not think of my autism as a disability very often, but i also KNOW that despite these feelings it ABSOLUTELY IS. autism is important to be listed as a recognized disability because of the help some autistic buckaroos need regarding government programs and things like that. ALSO just because my neurodivergence has helped me in some ways (hyperfocus and a unique artistic sensibility for example). i personally need to step back and remember my battle with stress and chronic pain from having to neurotypically mask all the time. for as much as i love being autistic it has made some things very difficult.

in other words, i am perfectly capable of speaking and interacting with folks without this pink bag on my head BUT WHEN I AM IN THE CHUCK TINGLE SPACE I REQUIRE IT. i can ONLY use this space while covering my face. is not a want. it is a need. holding this boundary is more important than i can ever say. i will not, and can not, let these spaces cross.

TLA not letting an autistic author wear the face cover theyve set up to express their neurodivergence in a safe, healthy way is--for lack of a better term--NOT A GOOD LOOK.

i cannot fathom them disinviting another author for using a disability aid. i cannot fathom them saying that a buckaroo who hears better with a hearing device cannot use it during their panel because it would make others 'uncomfortable'.

but here we are.

PART THREE: WHAT DOES A BUCKAROO GOTTA DO TO GET BANNED AROUND HERE?

this is the TLAs official stance on disability issues according to their website:

when poking around on the TLA website i noticed a few other things. i noticed a previous guest speaker wearing a niqab, and i was left wondering if the religious significance is what make that okay but chuck tingle banned. that made sense until i looked deeper and saw mascot buckaroos dressed up on the exhibition floor, and saw some kind of spiderbud in a costume contest. nobody around them seemed to be all that scared. their invitations REMAINED INTACT.

it should be mentioned here that AT ONE POINT during the discussions an email was sent from TLA saying chuck is allowed to come and wear his mask in the exhibition halls and smaller panels, just not at any of the big PAID PANELS i was once supposed to participate on. this was a confusing offer, but their explanation was that people who paid for something should have the option to not see chucks 'scary neurodivergence aid'. i tried to wrap my head around WHY they would make a distinction. maybe the exchange of money (rather than time) causes some kind of philosophical adjustment that i just cant grasp?

i wonder, would the author who wears a niqab ALSO be banned from the paid panels? i hope not

my answers trotted up short until i investigated deeper and found this quick moment from one of the TLA help videos. while some events DO require additional buckaroo cash, it actually appears that THE ENTIRE CONFERENCE IS TICKETED AND COSTS MONEY.

at this point i realized there is clearly no actual official policy about not covering your face (other than one from a few years ago saying that you HAVE to cover your face), and the addition of 'money' is a red herring. these excuses make no sense

PART FOUR: CLOSE THOSE GATES

it appears that my neurodivergence is 'scary' enough to get me uninvited, REGARDLESS what their disability and mask policies may say

BUT WHY? why is chucks preferred physical presentation valued SO little by the TLA that a THEORETICAL complaint is worth more? is my neurodivergent expression so awful? is my own safety as a queer activist such an afterthought?

is a pink bag with the words 'love is real' scrawled across the front REALLY going to frighten someone when the posters and pamphlets on the way into in panel would have a photo of my masked face saying THIS IS LITERALLY WHO IS ABOUT TO APPEAR BEFORE YOU.

if THAT accommodation is too much, would it really be so difficult to have someone trot out beforehand and make an announcement? to say 'there is someone on this upcoming panel who needs a mask to express this part of himself, if this makes you uncomfortable then this panel might not be for you'.

and really, i have to heckin ask, is this physical expression of my raw inner truth really so hideous and frightening that fear of making someone uncomfortable is a REAL problem?

(a terrifying display of autism. apparently)

i cannot imagine what kind of precautions they need to take before a stage play featuring costumes and masks.

you MIGHT think chucks queerness and left leaning politics could be the issue with this organization, but they have had drag queens as past speakers (also featuring some GLORIOUS makeup and hair that covers almost all of their faces. VERY CURIOUS). regardless, the TLA do not seem like a conservative bunch.

if you are bisexual or an autistic person who is good at 'passing' you probably already know where this is headed, your dang spiderbuckaroo senses are tingling at FULL ALERT. i will say i do not KNOW the real reason why i was uninvited, and i do not have enough information to make any concrete statement of the real answer. there is only evidence that masks have been fine at TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION events in the past, but not much else to go on.

so the FACTS part of our discussion ends there, but i think it opens us up to talk about some very important feelings that bisexual and autistic buckaroos know well.

THIS is where we take a unfortunate, hurtful moment and turn it into a discussion. this is where we prove love is real.

as someone who is constantly doubted and put through purity tests because of my unique way, we are pushing up against a subject i know well. thats right buckaroos: we are talking GATEKEEPING

AGAIN, i do not know if this is the answer, but someone in my position might be VERY STRONGLY INCLINED TO THINK that a few well-meaning left leaning buckaroos think i am a joke and that this is a character, and that there is something problematic about my work because i am not really a real person.

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a neurodivergent buckaroo with an unusual visual presentation, an autistic buckaroo who conquered his chronic pain ONLY by creating this important space... but what about a FAKE autistic buckaroo?

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a queer LGBTQ activist standing up for gay and trans rights against a torrent of scoundrels hunting for his legal identity. its a matter of safety... but what about a FAKE queer activist?

let me be very clear for the 100th time: i am a real person. this is not a joke. i am not playing a character. i am really autistic and bisexual. tinglers are sincere and they are not ‘so bad theyre good’. they are just good. camp damascus is not ‘my first serious book’ because my queer erotica is serious. my art is important and real.

when people tell me to unmask they often do not know WHY they want it, and of course one very good reason is innocent curiosity. but there are SOME cases where i start to get THAT feeling--that tingle all of us ‘passing’ buckaroos get when we can sense the real intent behind the poking and prodding. that is the feeling of stumbling into a gatekeepers crosshairs.

if i was to take off my pink bag, what about my face would you analyze to tell if i was REALLY queer. my eye color? my ear shape? if you learned my legal name, would you see if it sounded autistic? is my voice neurodivergent enough?

or is all of that utterly absurd? i am curious what the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION thinks.

PART FIVE: GENDERED

this will be the shortest of parts, but it has to be said. i have a very complex relationship with gender, as written about at length here and here. i understand these things can be difficult to parse for some, but i ask that you trust me when i say that the ONLY reason i have been able to talk about my gender and sexuality and learn these things about myself is because of this pink bag. this outward appearance is a direct expression and reflection of my gender journey.

if the texas library association does not care about my appearance as an expression of my autism, then i cant imagine them giving a dang about it as an expression of my gender and queerness. that being said, it is personally very important to me and i think it should be mentioned

PART SIX: SO YOU WANT TO REMOVE AN AUTISTIC QUEER AUTHOR FROM YOUR EVENT BECAUSE PEOPLE MIGHT FIND THEIR DIFFERENCES SCARY

there is a question to be asked here: how could the TLA have done this correctly?

i have one very big piece of advice i would like to shout from the rooftops. please, for the love of sweet barbara, DO ENOUGH RESEARCH to know if this appearance will be a problem and, IF SO, dont extend an invitation in the first place. unique buckaroos with different presentations are constantly left in this place of limbo because we are bombarded with careless actions like those of the TLA. before you consider extending a branch to an artist who might need more accommodations than usual, think to yourself 'CAN WE MAKE THESE ACCOMMODATIONS?'

putting all of this on the shoulders of a single 'buckaroo with a difference' is exhausting. as the TLA has shown, we currently live on a timeline where a buckaroo like myself never really knows if an invite is SOLID without doing a deep dive history lesson on how often a group discriminates and against who.

i did not want to spend my whole family holiday worrying whether or not i should say something publicly or just lie down and shut my dang mouth. i had to consider HOW i should say it. i had to worry whether or not its worth standing up for myself in the face of the largest state library association in the country. i think buckaroos with differences are with me when i say: WE ARE SICK OF HAVING TO DO THIS WORK TO COVER FOR THE POOR BEHAVIOR OF LARGE ORGANIZATIONS WHO TREAT US BADLY

another option would just be to use kindness and common sense and happily accommodate artists with unique presentations to your conventions

PART SEVEN: LOVE IS STILL REAL

i would like to close by saying THANK YOU to my publisher nightfire and editor kelly for standing up for me. they immediately stood firm and had my back. they are the real dang deal. THANK YOU to my management and agent buds dongwon and gino for trotting along beside me. THANK YOU to the folks at the texas library association who initially invited chuck with goodness in their heart and then likely got bowled over by someone else, and maybe even got knocked to the side by a big closing gate.

i hope there are librarians in texas who are still interested in carrying BURY YOUR GAYS when it comes out (which is ironically about someone who creates a space through art to express their queerness where they cant otherwise). libraries prove love is real and what they do IS SO IMPORTANT. it was SO IMPORTANT TO ME as a young buckaroo and i cannot thank you enough. i am not sure if me writing all of this will hurt my sales in some way, but this opportunity to speak about the reality of disability awareness and queer gatekeeping is too important to stay silent. (if you have not already preordered BURY YOUR GAYS then give it a preorder to make up for some texas library losses i guess.)

which leads me to my final thank you. THANK YOU to the buckaroos reading this. yes YOU. i am in the position to stand up and speak my mind against scoundrel forces ONLY because i have the might of you buckaroos by my side. the buckaroo trot is ALL OF OUR TROT and we are ALL HERE TO PROVE LOVE. i cannot tell you how much i appreciate the way you have created a space for me to express these important parts of myself. you have seen this pink mask over my face and saying YES, I ACCEPT YOU, you have literally saved my life. for that i am so thankful.

if you are UPSET by what youve read here, then turn it into something positive. you can support autistic creators, or make a donation to the AUTISTIC SELF ADVOCACY NETWORK

and besides WHO IS REALLY MISSING OUT? this is what it looks like when you invite the worlds greatest author chuck tingle to your event and treat their identity as valid. WE HAVE A DANG GOOD TIME

KEEP TROTTING INTO THE FUTURE. KEEP KICKING DOWN GATES WHEREVER THEY MAY BE. KEEP PROVING LOVE IS REAL AND PROVING IT TOGETHER. lets go buckaroos - chuck

UPDATE AN HOUR AFTER POSTING:

true buckaroo TJ KLUNE was set to be another author on panel chuck was removed from and has informed me he has now chosen to decline his invitation in support and solidarity with chuck. i am so deeply moved by this. thank you from bottom of heart buckaroo

to be very clear TJ has a huge platform and DOES NOT NEED TO DO THIS. these conferences are great for book sales and he is taking a hit out of pure solidarity. this is queer buckaroos standing up for eachother. i am floored by this kindness and love

please consider checking out his books if they are not already covering your dang bookshelf. chuck blurbed IN THE LIVES OF PUPPETS and i was blown away i heckin loved it

MOST RECENT UPDATE:

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#love is real #chuck tingle #tingleverse #texas library association #actually autistic #lgtbqia #Youtube

[moonstruckme]

hiiiii!!!! may i request high!reader x high!steve or sirius just being all sweet and cuddly and lovey and dovey

Course you can :)

cw: weed

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 633 words

“Dude.” 

You turn towards where Steve sits next to you on the couch, tapping his shoulder urgently. “Dude, dude.” 

He catches your hand by the wrist, looking at you seriously. “Call me ‘dude’ one more time and I swear to god I’ll break up with you.” 

Your face splits in a grin you can barely feel happening. It’s like second nature, no muscles required. “You’re such a liar.” 

Steve shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “What do you want, loser?” 

“How’s that better than dude?”

He takes your face in his hand, kissing you soundly. “Just tell me.” 

It takes you a bit to remember. Steve’s kisses always get you in a tizzy, but combined with the weed it feels as if you have to pull yourself back to consciousness. Like your very mind will drift off-kilter if you don’t keep it in check. 

“Soft serve,” you say after a moment. “We should go get soft serve. God, doesn’t that sound so good? The cold, and the texture…” Your tongue tingles as if you can feel it, your entire being aching with yearning. 

“Oh my god,” Steve laughs, “you’re so far gone.” 

You laugh too, though you’re not totally sure why. It just keeps happening. Every time Steve speaks, it feels like he’s tugging laughter out from inside you like a pulled thread. 

“I am not,” you giggle. “Doesn’t soft serve sound amazing?” 

He pivots, bringing one foot up in front of him so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch, facing you. His hair scrunches where he leans against the cushion. “Yeah, it does,” he says. “One problem, though.” You mirror him, tilting your head curiously. “Neither of us can drive right now.” 

Your heart sinks. “Oh.” 

You must look really put out, because Steve chucks your chin like he thinks he’s a dad on TV. 

“I might have some ice cream in the freezer,” he offers. 

“It’s not going to be the same,” you sigh. “It’s not soft.” 

“I can leave it out until it gets soft.” 

“Not in the same way soft serve is soft.” 

He hums, saddened by your sadness, which feels appropriate. It’s nice to know he understands. He works a hand behind your ear, eyes warm and brown and tender. “I’m sorry, honey.” 

His voice feels like honey, the way he says it. It drips slow and sweet into your core, where it pools with pleasant stickiness. You make a tiny, lovesick sound in the back of your throat, nuzzling his palm. 

“You look really good,” you whisper, like it’s a secret. 

It’s overwhelming how true it is. Steve always looks good, but today he looks all soft and rumpled and special. He’s wearing sweatpants that would never leave the house, his shirt is all wrinkled, riding up his side that’s pressed into the couch to reveal a triangle of abdomen, and his always-perfect hair is in complete disarray. The sight of him makes your head feel all lax and sappy. You like that this Steve is just for you. 

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a hush, too, in solidarity. “So you do. You’re really pretty, have I told you that?” 

You grin, face mushing into his hand. “Yeah,” you say bashfully. 

Steve smiles too. “I thought you were upset about the soft serve.” 

You shake your head. You should be, maybe, but the weed keeps diffusing the edges of your feelings. 

“I’ll be upset if we don’t cuddle,” you tell him. 

“Oh, now we’re giving ultimatums?” he asks, already gathering you in his arms. You slot your knees on either side of his ribcage, forehead bumping against his nose. “You must have me real wrapped around your finger, babe.” 

You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. You like to think you do.

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[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 13

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

OMG HEYYY!!!!!!! GUESS WHO'S BACK? IT'S ME!!

how are you all?? i hope you're all doing well. this has to be the fastest 12,000+ words i've ever written LMAOO. my god. this is the longest smut i've written yet. hopefully it's as good as i think it is... humble me <3 (i am kinda proud tho i won't lie eh)

so i listened to multiple different songs for this part lol. it ranged from j.cole, adele, noah kahan (I LOVE THIS GUY, please check out 'the view between villages extended version', it's my new obsession), rihanna, the weeknd, sam fender. like what. what a rollercoaster fam. ok, anyway, let me shut up!!

please enjoy this as much as i did writing it!! i'm so glad to be posting it finally - sorry it's like 2 hours after i said i would!! thank you so so much for reading and all your comments, likes & reblogs. i know i say this every time but i truly mean it. it means a lot to me. <3

warnings: smut, light choking, fluff, arguing, mention of adultery, MINORS DNI !

again, i've marked where the smut begins and ends with a big red *

VAMOS!!

Ben's fingers curled around his wand as his opposing hand reached up to pull his jacket over his head, protecting it from the rain that was starting to pour from above. He'd found himself outside your greenhouse, curiosity and perhaps a hint of suspicion twisting in his gut. After you'd mentioned that you were having a meeting with Professor Lupin after dinner, Ben knew this was the perfect opportunity. Ever since he saw you and Snape during your class, something just didn't sit right with him. He didn't like the way you were so friendly with that miserable git, nor the way he had his eyes glued to you like you were the only person in the room. Since when was Snape nice to people, especially Hufflepuffs like you? Surely, you'd be someone he despised. Everyone knew that Hufflepuffs weren't exactly the strongest, nor the most ambitious people.

So why did Snape seem to let you slide past his cold exterior?

Ben held his wand a few centimetres away from the lock on your greenhouse door and whispered, "Alohomora," and the satisfying click of the handle reached his ears, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Before he slipped inside, he cast a cautious glance to the left and right, reassuring himself that he was alone, and not being watched. With a sharp inhale, he wrapped his wet hand around the handle and pulled it down, opening the door and creeping inside. The damp, yet mild air hit him rather hard. He forgot how muggy the greenhouses were. Ben grunted slightly as he slipped off his jacket and chucked it on the table in front of him; beady, inquisitive eyes darting across the room, searching.

It was quiet and dark, almost gloomy even. Only the patter of the rain against the glass roof rang out in the glass enclosure. Ben noticed a few vases of the bouquets he'd sent you were wilting on the windowsills, and the now-yellowing, sun-damaged notes were still attached to them. As his eyes flicked away from the flowers, he eyed your desk, standing idly as a tingling sensation suddenly tickled the tips of his fingers. He padded towards it, wand in hand, nosily reading the piles of parchment sat atop of it.

'Class A, First-Years, subject: Dittany', He lifted the next pile of parchment up, reading again. 'Class D, Fourth-Years, subject: Bouncing Bulb, Wormwood,' Ben huffed, and let the pile fall back down from his prying fingers, wandering around to your chair. On either side were two drawers, and this piqued his interest. Surely, there's something in there. And so, he pulled open one drawer, a defeated sigh falling through his nose as metal instruments amongst pens rattled in it. He slammed it shut, and opened the next one.

Notes...

Ben's brows furrowed deeply as he slowly dipped his fingers into the drawer, plucking a note from it.

'Y/N,

I have taken one handful of wormwood and a careful pinch of aconite.

S.S'

Ben drew a deep, slow breath as his eyes lingered on those two initials, sparking a burning fire of jealousy and anger within his chest. He flicked through more notes, his heart growing colder with every read.

'Y/N,

Potter thought it was fitting to forget his ingredients for today's class. I have regrettably had to take another handful of Billywig stings. He sends his most sincere apologies.

S.S'

His jaw clenched. Why was he leaving you notes?

'Y/N,

- One piece of cowbane

- Two stems of dandelion root

S.S'

As Ben reached the bottom, very familiar looking pieces of parchment laid there, stagnant. However, they were not in the same condition as Snape's were. In fact, they were slightly ripped, crumpled and there was a fingerprint ontop of it. Ben lifted it up from underneath the other notes, bringing it close to his eyes.

"Lumos," He muttered, aiming his wand at the parchment. That fingerprint was not yours. It was far too big. If it wasn't yours, whose the hell was it? Had someone else been snooping around your drawers as well?

Angrily, Ben shoved the notes back into your drawer, though he made sure they were in the same sequence as he had found them. He'd never felt so furious. Why were Snape's notes so well preserved, unlike his? Why were his ripped and shoved at the bottom? If anything, his should be at the top, you were dating him. Not Snape.

With this disturbing fact, Ben stormed out of your greenhouse, nearly forgetting his jacket in the fit of rage. He slammed your door shut, the windowpanes rattling from the force, almost shattering as he neglected to lock it, stalking back through the pouring rain to your quarters. He wasn't sure whether he was going to confront you about this, or just leave it be - maybe he'd just simmer on it, and make a decision later on.

The next morning had come agonisingly slow for you, but maybe it was because you laid awake for most of the night, tossing and turning, unable to find the sweet relief of sleep. Rays of blinding sunlight pierced through your window, gradually illuminating your room as it rose into the sky, painting the once-black-sky blue again. You rolled over to look at Ben who was sleeping peacefully, his dark brown hair strewn across his forehead, a few strands tickling his eyelids.

The thought of breaking it off with him slipped into your mind, and it was all too tempting. You knew he wasn't for you. He was becoming increasingly controlling, unbearably jealous and possessive. He was also arrogant - unrightfully so - perhaps if he was older, more experienced and lived up to his words, you'd let it slide. But he wasn't any of that.

You'd already vaguely planned how you were going to do it. On the day he leaves, you were going to take him to the pub in Hogsmeade, sit him down, and just break it to him gently, praying that he won't kick off. If he was the respectable young man you thought he was, he'd take it gracefully and leave, bidding you goodbye. However, just from how he'd acted with and towards you recently, unfortunately, you knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Would he even accept this? Would he fight back and make you stay with him?

With a quiet, frustrated huff, the bed creaked as you sat up, flipping the duvet covers off of your body. The cool, frigid air bit at your wiggling toes and instantly you just wanted to curl up back into your warm bed. Winter was definitely making itself known. You had to force yourself to get up, placing your bare feet on the freezing floor, dawdling over to your little kitchenette to brew yourself a hot cup of tea. Popping the kettle on, you reached a hand up to open a wooden cupboard that sat just above your eye-level, fetching a sage green ceramic mug and placing it lazily onto the countertop. The cold air began to make you shiver as you stood still, and so you quickly darted across the room to your sofa to fetch your green cardigan, throwing it on swiftly, a soft hum of satisfaction falling from your lips as you relished in the warm comfort of it.

Seconds later, groan sounded from behind you, indicating that Ben was stirring awake. So much for peace and quiet, you thought, scrunching your nose up. Throwing a glance to the right, you checked the clock and noticed it was almost seven o'clock, just two hours before classes began. You could probably nip down to your greenhouse earlier than usual and get ahead of marking some assignments, and selfishly, you could avoid talking to Ben and his prying questions. You'd feel bad about that, had he not treated you like a pet dog the other night.

Hot steam began to billow out from the spout as the kettle ticked, signifying it'd finished boiling. You quickly lifted it and poured the water into your mug, the satisfying sizzle of it piercing the silence in your room. Setting the kettle back down, you shuffled to the right to your small fridge and opened it, sticking your hand in to grab the bottle of milk, however, you found it empty.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself quietly, staring at the empty bottle unhappily, "no milk..." You glanced back at your steaming mug and sighed softly. Black tea it was... You weren't the biggest fan of milk-less tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You'd just have to bite the bullet and drink the bitter tasting beverage.

In the thirty minutes that had passed, you'd dressed yourself and unwillingly downed your bitter black tea, wincing and gagging as the foul taste swam in your mouth. And now, you were walking through the grounds of Hogwarts, on your way to your greenhouse, partly awake and ready for another day. The hem of your dress was slightly muddied as you walked across the patches of sloppy mud and wet grass, the heavy rain from the night before turning it into something like a used rugby field. You had almost slipped over more than once and your heart had shot into your throat as you threw your arms up to steady yourself, thanking Merlin that you didn't go crashing down; dirtying and ruining your dress.

As you began to near your greenhouse, you noticed that the door wasn't fully shut, nor locked, like you'd left it when you left late yesterday afternoon. A cold shiver ran down your spine and your heart pumped nervously in your chest. Had someone been in here? Or did you think you had locked it? Maybe you did forget to lock it up, you weren't the most heedful at times.

You walked toward it slowly, peering through the windows to check that it was empty, and there wasn't some psycho killer waiting to slaughter you inside.

Quickly fishing your wand from your pocket, you muttered, "Homenum revelio." Nothing happened, and so you felt at ease again, sighing softly. Ben's constant chatter about Black still lingering at Hogwarts had really messed with your mind. You should know better than to doubt Dumbledore - but when all you hear is 'Black's still here,' amongst other ridiculous things, it starts to slowly twist your thoughts.

Without another wasted second, you strode forwards and opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind you with a soft click. As you cast your eyes over your classroom, nothing was amess, and nothing seemed to have been tampered with, so you just assumed you'd forgotten to properly lock up yesterday. You needed to be a little more careful, aside from other dangers, you didn't want any students entering your greenhouse when you weren't around - God knows what they'd do.

Inhaling deeply, you stepped towards your desk and took a seat in your chair, reaching forwards to pull a pile of first-year assignments towards you and your quill that sat to the far right of them. You began to read through the first one, twiddling your quill between your fingers absent-mindedly.

'Dittany and Its Uses

Dittany is a powerful, magical herb that is dark green in colour, and is easily identifiable through its small, circular leaves. Another name for dittany is 'Burning Bush'. Dittany can be used in many areas, including wand cores, healing magic, and most importantly potion-making. It's most famous for being able to make fresh skin grow over wounds, making them seem more than several days old. Another fascinating fact about this herb is that it can also cure werewolf bites, but it cannot cure lycanthropy.'

You were thoroughly impressed with this student, considering they were only in their first year. They seemed to definitely have a flair for Herbology. Your eyes flicked curiously to the top corner of the parchment, reading 'Tristan Thomas'. Of course, that boy had been more than knowledgable in your class yesterday when you were asking about the healing herb. You scribbled some positive notes at the bottom of the essay, not needing to finish it as you were more than sure it was up to your standards. Lifting the parchment, you set it down to the right of you, and began reading the next one.

'Dittaney

Dittaney is a healing herb, also known as 'Burning Bush'. It's green and has round leaves, which is used to identify it. It's most commonly used in potion-making to make the Weggenwild potion, but can be used in other areas too.'

You winced slightly at the spelling errors and lack of description and depth, but you gave the student the benefit of the doubt, considering they were only in their first year. Perhaps they just needed some guidance... You glanced to the corner again, and took note of the name, 'Jayson Blackbell', making a mental note to focus a little more on this student. You wanted all of them to excel and succeed in your classes, whether they enjoyed Herbology or not. With a soft sigh, you placed your quill on the parchment and corrected the spelling mistakes, whilst also writing some encouraging notes on the bottom, avoiding the idea of scolding him. You weren't the type of teacher to reprimand first-years for simple mistakes, you knew how it felt to be ridiculed for misspelling something or even mistaking another item for something else.

"I never took you for an early bird, Miss L/N."

"Jesus!" You jumped, dropping your quill and watching it splatter ink over the bottom half of Blackbell's essay. "Severus!" As you picked it up, a frustrated grumble fell from your mouth. You glanced up sourly at his amused face, the corner of his lips quirking upwards wickedly. His hands were tucked behind his back as he stood still in front of your desk, that infamous black cloak falling around him.

"Still as skittish as ever," He mused, slipping his wand from his sleeve and flicking it gently at the mess on your desk to clean it up. "I thought you would have grown to be a little more aware of your surroundings." Severus added, his voice silky and smooth as he gazed down at your frowning face.

"I am, I just don't expect visitors at this time of the morning..." You sighed, a little vexed, avoiding his eyes. Severus's brows furrowed at your unusual flat tone. You hadn't been this irritable with him since before the two of you had kissed.

"Something on your mind, professor?" Severus asked lowly, almost cautiously as he looked away from you, glancing around your classroom. Everything seemed normal to him, so it was puzzling to him as to why you were so short with him.

"I'm fine," you huffed a little more dramatically than you wanted, "I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well last night. To be honest, I don't think I slept at all." You let your quill drop from your fingers as you sighed deeply, burying your exhausted face in your hands. Severus's eyes twitched as he observed you.

"Perhaps you needed a release." The Potions Master said jokingly, making your cheeks burn. You peeked up at him through your fingers and watched as he smirked, black eyes twinkling mischievously, clearly satisfied with making you blush so easily. "Or, need." He corrected himself, noticing how tense you were.

"Aren't you funny?" You hummed, a faint hint of sarcasm dripping from your words as you removed your hands from your face, cheeks still red. Severus cocked a brow at your attitude. "You know, I was thinking about paying you a visit last night after my meeting with Lupin."

Severus would have been pleased with your words had you not mentioned a meeting with Lupin. "Your meeting with Lupin?" He asked, his black eyes narrowing confusedly.

"Yes," you said, "I'd asked him to teach me how to conjure a patronus." Severus's whole body had stiffened uncomfortably at the mention of Lupin. He wasn't entirely happy that you were in a room alone with him. Severus knew the dangerous secrets that burdened that man.

"A patronus," Severus repeated, his fingers twitching behind his back as he stared at you, "and were you successful?"

"Yes, I was, actually. I might even ask for some more lessons." You smiled up at Severus, his muscles relaxing a tad at the sight of your happy face.

"No. I can teach you." Severus said plainly, rolling his shoulders back. You returned his arched brow, gazing at him curiously.

"You? You think you're as good as Lupin at teaching such spells?" You teased him with a cheeky smile, feeling a little brave today. His eyes narrowed slightly at your doubt.

"No," Severus hummed, and a brief silence ensued for several seconds. "I'm better." He said, a tiny smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and you giggled slightly, unsure whether to take him seriously or not. Of course, you knew Severus was a very talented wizard, but he was the Potions Master, not the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"But Lupin is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, you aren't." You frowned, a little tempted to playfully mess with him. His face soured slightly at your words - clearly this was going the way you wanted it to.

"Miss L/N," Severus stepped forwards, his legs pressing against your desk as he leaned down and rested his palms atop of it, staring at you with a wicked look strewn across his features. Your breath hitched as his eyes raked over your pinkening face. "Dark Arts teacher or not, I am far more qualified than Lupin could ever dream of being." He muttered, his mouth curling upwards as he watched you squirm. The power in the conversation suddenly changed to him.

You swallowed, shuffling in your seat as your eyes flicked between his glittering black ones, far too tempted to drop down towards his lips. "Is that so?" You whispered, poking the tip of your tongue out to wet your lips.

"More than so, Miss L/N." Severus whispered back, his hot breath tickling your red face, silently begging you to close the gap and kiss him. And you would, had you not been in an open, windowed room - an easy victim to unwanted, prying eyes. Merlin, the way he said your name really, really made you want to forget where you were.

Severus leaned back, leaving you wanting more as a gentle breath fell from your parted lips. He cleared his throat as he stared down at you, shoving his large, pale hands into his black pockets. "So," Severus drawled, "This evening after dinner?" He suggested, blinking slowly as he looked at you.

"Sounds good to me," you whispered, still stuck on how close the two of you had been seconds earlier, "this evening after dinner." You agreed, swallowing thickly once more in a futile attempt to clear the highly inappropriate thoughts that were currently clouding your mind.

Severus smiled at you with his eyes, nodding. His head stayed still but his eyes glanced around for a moment, as if checking to see if anyone else was around. Your brows furrowed in confusion, though, they soon shot up your face as he reached out a cold hand to softly grasp your chin, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitched at his risqué act and your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.

"Don't be late." Severus said sternly, letting your lip slip back from the pad of his thumb as he released your chin. He turned away and swept out of your greenhouse with a swoosh of his black cloak, leaving you a blushing mess. 

"Bastard." You muttered to yourself as your heart pounded in your ears, picking your quill back up with shaking hands and returning to your task of grading assignments. Now, you just couldn't wait for the clock to strike eight o'clock.

The day dragged agonisingly slow, just as the past night had, and now you were in the endgame of your last class of the day. A class of mischievous third-years. Despite this class that you struggled to teach, you were quite thankful that Ben hadn't disturbed you much today, only popping in now and again to observe nosily. You could only do with so much stress.

"Mr Goyle, don't put your fingers into the mouths of the Mandrake seedlings!" You cried out as you watched him poke at the sentient plant, a growing ball of frustration building in your chest. This class was usually so well behaved, why were they choosing to act up today?

"Professor, why are we learning about Mandrakes again? We learnt about this last year." Ron Weasley asked curiously as he scrunched his nose up at you, looking awfully concerned.

"It's part of the school curriculum, I'm afraid, Mr Weasley," you replied, sighing, "aside from that, it's good to refresh the memory. I'm sure you can't remember how to tell when a Mandrake is mature?" You asked, cocking a brow expectantly. Ron stumbled for a moment, struggling to find the words.

"Erm... I suppose not, professor." Ron nervously chewed on his bottom lip, much to the amusement of his grinning friend, Harry Potter.

"Hence why we are revisiting this topic." You smiled at the ginger-haired boy, and then cast a glance at Harry. "And Mr Potter," you said, watching as the grin fell from his face, "since you find this so hilarious, can you tell me the signs of a maturing Mandrake?"

"No, ma'am." Potter said, pursing his lips. "But I do know that they're irritatingly loud and whiny," he smiled proudly, pausing for a moment to lower his voice, "just like some students here at Hogwarts." Beside him, Weasley snorted rather loudly, catching the attention of the Slytherin students Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes at the pair as she scribbled down some notes, keeping her nose out of the drama.

"Somethin' funny, Weasley?" Malfoy spat, his blue eyes shining maliciously as his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, stood beside him with matching glares. You weren't exactly surprised at his venomous tone, you knew the blonde-haired boy was rather rude to anyone and everyone.

"No," Ron said, looking at Draco with narrowed eyes, "just your bloody awful personality, to be honest." Weasley and Potter grinned amusedly at each other as Malfoy almost exploded with anger.

"Why, you little-!" Draco began to stomp orwards with a menacing sneer, looking to potentially harm Weasley. That's when you decided to step in.

"Alright, that's enough, boys!" You held out a hand, raising your voice. The entire class looked up in shock at your sudden outburst. Never have you had to raise your voice in their classes - you weren't known for such things. "You're both lucky that I don't take points from your respective Houses. Now, please, get back to your studies."

The two boys apologised quietly, and you sighed softly, grateful that you were able to diffuse a potentially hostile situation. What had gotten into them? They weren't usually so wound up.

Soon, the bell rang and you'd never felt more relieved. "Since we only revised a topic today, I want a full parchment's worth of notes about Mandrakes, please." The class groaned at your words, and you gave them a disappointed look. "Would you like me to assign you a five page essay on Mandrakes instead?" You asked, receiving a chorus of desperate 'no's. "Notes it is, then." You smiled, watching as they all filed out of your greenhouse.

You hoped you wouldn't have to endure such a frustrating class ever again, though, life was never that fair.

"Ben?" You called out, stepping out of your bathroom in a dressing gown. You'd just showered, freshening yourself up after a rather mentally draining day at work. The second that hot water hit your body, it was like all the stress, tension and troubles melted off of you.

"Yeah?" Ben replied from your sofa, a novel in his hands. You scrunched your nose up as your eyes flicked to him, noticing that he had his shoes up on the couch.

"Just to let you know, I have a meeting after dinner tonight." You said, drying your hair with a spare towel you'd taken from your airing cupboard.

"Another meeting?" Ben sighed and you could hear him roll his eyes at you. "With who?" He asked nosily, letting his hands fall into his lap.

You held back a groan, already knowing what was to come. "Snape."

"Snape?" Ben spat, evidently very unhappy with your answer. This time, you allowed that groan to slip out. "What happened to Lupin?"

"Snape thought he'd be the better teacher." You replied, keeping your tone flat as you flicked your hair back, running a hand through the wet strands.

"That twat is far from a good teacher." Ben mumbled, and you spun on your heel a little harshly.

"You might not like him, but he's still my colleague, Ben, it'd be nice if you could respect Severus for once." You said rather sternly, narrowing your eyes into a glare. Ben scoffed at your behaviour, growing a little irritated that you were speaking back to him.

"Severus? Don't use his first name, Y/N." Ben almost gagged, and this only infuriated you more.

An exasperated sigh left your lips as you scoffed, "Jesus, Ben, you're such a child!" You turned away from him, groaning and running a stressed hand through your wet hair. That reminded you - you needed to dry it properly. Padding over to your wardrobe to choose an outfit for dinner, you pulled out your wand and cast a quick spell to do so.

"I don't like that tone," Ben said, standing up from the couch, "you need to dial it back, Y/N."

"Excuse me?" You laughed in disbelief, twisting your head to look at him. "If you don't like it, Ben, leave! I won't have you disrespecting my colleagues like that. You don't hear me talking shit about your work mates, do you?"

"That's because you haven't met them." Ben rolled his eyes. You grit your teeth. "Besides, I've known Snape just as long as you have, so my opinion is valid."

"You can have your opinion about him, Ben, just don't express it in front of me."

"Why are you suddenly so pro-Snape?" Ben questioned, folding his arms against his chest, staring at you confusedly. "The amount of times we used to make fun of him when we came here as students - I mean he practically hated you, Y/N. You were always burning or destroying his stuff."

"It's different when you're both adults."

"Right." Ben snorted, though it wasn't out of amusement.

"Perhaps when you turn into one, you'll be able to see what I mean." You snapped, tired of his petty attitude.

"I don't want you seeing him." Ben stated matter-of-factly.

"Ben," You sighed, your voice becoming low, almost like a warning. "You can tell me to wear a dress you bought, sure, whatever, but you do not get to tell me who I can and cannot see. This is not going to work if you do that, so if you want a woman you can push around and control, go and look elsewhere, because I'm not her."

Another scoff left Ben, "Are you sure? Because you seemed pretty eager to please Snape the other day when he came asking for some silly ingredient one of his poor students forgot."

"You're joking, right?" You said slowly and narrowed your eyes, unsure whether he was making some crappy joke or if he was actually serious. "What, am I supposed to just ignore him when he asks for something work-related?"

"...No, but..." Ben clenched his jaw, staring at you with a stiff body, clearly unhappy and unable to support his silly accusation with evidence.

"But nothing," You said quietly, turning back to your wardrobe, a pretty green dress catching your eye. Reaching out, you palmed it softly, the smooth, silky material gliding through your fingers like butter. "I'm not going to stop seeing someone because you don't like them, especially when they're a colleague... I see them every single day of my life." Another tired sigh fell from your mouth as you turned your back to Ben, taking your dressing gown off in front of him to slip on the green dress. You weren't exactly bothered about Ben seeing you in your underwear - you did sleep together during the first month that you started dating, and it'd be a little strange if you told him not to look.

As you were slipping on the dress, Ben spoke again, though he sounded a little further away than before, so you assumed he'd sat back down on the sofa. "Fine," he muttered, "if it means I get to be with you, then so be it."

Those last words stung a little as your mind reeled back to when you'd first kissed Severus, let alone first slept with him. In his classroom, for goodness sake. Perhaps you should have waited a little while longer before crossing that line with Severus to end things with Ben so this didn't become so goddamn messy. You really didn't want this to get out, and you really didn't want your reputation to be ruined. Were you wrong for following your heart that night? Yes... and no. Were you wrong for sleeping with someone else whilst supposedly being with Ben? ...Yes. You didn't regret anything with Severus, at all, it was mainly just the guilt that came with it. It was all building up, and almost becoming too much at some points.

"I'll see you later on, okay?" You said, walking towards Ben with a sigh, and he quickly got up and cupped your face, placing a rather harsh, heavy and unflattering kiss upon your lips. Stunned at his bold act, you squeaked slightly, planting your hands on his chest and pushing against him lightly. Your eyes stayed open, shocked.

As he pulled away, his hands fell from your surprised face to hold your hands. "I look forward to seeing you later." A wry smile graced Ben's mouth.

You didn't exactly know how to navigate this situation. So you nodded, pursing your lips and forcing a smile. "Me too." You choked out the lie, the only thing on your mind being a very gloomy, brooding Potions Master.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said that." Ben suddenly said, again, taking you by surprise. What the fuck was happening right now?

"Erm, it's alright, I'm just glad we have an... understanding." You replied, attempting to hide your confused frown at his sudden change of heart.

See, had Ben not snooped through your greenhouse, he probably would have chosen to leave tonight. But, alas, he had found something intriguing, almost heart-wrenching, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. The man was going to confront you about the notes, and you were going to tell him the truth. He just wasn't sure when.

There you stood, waiting outside of Severus's office, a little nervous. He hadn't attended dinner this evening, and you weren't sure why, but you weren't going to poke him about it. He needn't explain himself - perhaps he just wasn't hungry. Wait, what if he was? Was he just too busy to come and eat? Shit, should you have brought him a plate? 

Just as you were about to become lost in your dominoing thoughts, his door opened by itself, revealing the Potions Master himself sat behind his desk, scribbling away with his quill.

"Punctual as always, Miss L/N." Severus drawled, setting his quill down as he glanced up at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You scrunched your nose up at his words.

"Was that sarcasm? Because if it was, I haven't been late, ever." You quipped, walking into his office and shutting the door behind you with a smile. You wandered over to his desk and perched yourself on the corner of it, facing him.

Severus hummed as he gazed up at you. "It seems you're forgetting about a certain detention with me, many years ago." He quirked a brow, making you glance away, your cheeks pinkening in embarrassment. Oh, yeah, you forgot about that. "I remember it well, you brewed a potion so detrimentally wrong that it burnt through the cauldron itself and ruined one of my desks."

"Um, whoops." You blushed, smiling awkwardly. Severus couldn't fight the amused smile that teased his lips.

He took a deep sigh before continuing, "Then, you thought it wise to be impeccably late to my detention. How clever of you." He muttered, feigning a disappointed tone that rattled your bones. Even though the two of you were work colleagues now, that tone still scared you. It will probably be something that haunts you to your grave.

You cleared your throat, sheepishly glancing at his twinkling black eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm sure I had something important to tend to beforehand..."

"Such as...?" He encouraged, tilting his head at you.

"I can't remember, it was years ago!"

"Perhaps you were too busy daydreaming about that Herbology hobby of yours."

"Hobby?" You repeated, narrowing your eyes. "Don't push me, Severus, who knows what I might do." A quiet laugh slipped through your smiling lips as you crossed your legs, watching as his eyes faltered for a moment as you readjusted your position on the corner of his desk. You gently nudged his knee with the tip of your foot.

Severus leant back in his chair, shutting his eyes momentarily as he lifted a finger to massage his temples. "Ah yes, what would you, our beloved Herbology professor, do to me, a far more accomplished wizard?" He mused, teasing you.

"Wow, you sounded a lot like Lockhart there for a second. Almost had me fooled." You said sarcastically, referring to when Gilderoy had misjudged you during the Duelling Club. An amused chuckle rumbled in Severus's chest, and it made a comforting warmth bloom within yours. You couldn't help but smile at him.

"I think we're getting a little sidetracked," Severus said as he stood up, his black hair bouncing. "You're here for lessons, no?" You looked up at him, blinking.

"Yes..." You hummed, a little disappointed that he cut your conversation short. You were beginning to enjoy it. "Alright then, teach me how to conjure a patronus." Standing up from his desk, you folded your arms against your chest and shuffled to the right, so you were opposite him.

"Close your eyes," Severus said softly, his deep voice never failing to make your skin prickle with goosebumps. You did as he said and shut your eyes, concentrating. "Clear your mind. Envision your happiest memory." He added, and suddenly, his silky voice seemed nearer than it was before.

And you were right, because the next thing you knew, Severus had pressed a gentle, soft kiss on your lips; his larger, aquiline nose nudging the side of yours sweetly. Instantly, you melted, your head instinctively leaning towards his to kiss him back. As he pulled away, a brief, disappointed quiet whine escaped you, and your eyes fluttered open. Severus stood in front of you with a small smile painted across his pale, worn features as he tucked his hands behind his back, his arms disappearing underneath the shadows of his black cloak.

"What was that for?" You asked softly, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you stared up at him with rosy cheeks.

Severus's smile widened a tad, "I'd forgotten what your lips felt like against mine." He said, inducing a rather adorable giggle from you. His heart swelled twice the size at the heavenly sound, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off of your sweet face.

"Well, it was worth the wait," you replied quietly, grinning, "am I going to have to wait another forty-eight hours for more?"

Severus chuckled as his glittering black eyes watched you, "Perhaps," he muttered, "it depends if you can successfully produce a patronus under my instruction."

"Oh, so your kisses are a reward now?" You laughed, observing the way his lips twitched upwards again cheekily. It warmed your heart to see such a mischievous side of the man who was known to be harsh and cruel, perhaps even heartless to some. However, you had been lucky enough to witness who he truly was.

"Of course not." Severus tilted his head, still watching you. "I prefer the word encouragement." He said, earning an incredulous look from you.

"That's basically the same thing." You feigned a playful glare at him, scoffing.

"No." Severus said, cocking a brow. 

"Yes it is," You stepped forwards and your heart skipped a beat as his eyes dropped to your smiling lips for a split second. "Well, to be completely honest, it's bribery."

"And does 'bribery' have the same meaning as 'reward'?" Severus asked, his eyes glinting with a smug flicker.

"No, but-"

"So then I am right." He smirked, evidently proud about proving you wrong as he watched you simmer in your frustration. Your arms folded against your chest again annoyedly.

You turned your head away from him and huffed, "Shut up." Your voice was quiet, but loud enough for Severus to hear as another heart-warming chuckle left his chest. You fought hard against the smile that tickled your lips, but your effort was in vain. There was no chance at hiding it, especially when Severus was the one that provoked it.

"You should respect your superiors." He teased, making your head snap towards his.

"Superiors?" You repeated incredulously, laughing, "Please, more like elders."

"Are you calling me old?" Severus questioned, his eyes narrowing at you in disdain. A year ago, you might have crumbled underneath such a cold, sharp gaze, but now, all you felt was the complete opposite.

"Does 'elders' mean young?" You quipped, stealing his words from earlier

"A little feisty today, Miss L/N." Severus mused, his shoulders rising and falling as he sighed, though you couldn't tell whether it was from exasperation or something else.

"I prefer the word, banterous." You mocked him, copy-catting his deep, languid voice. Severus scowled at you, quite obviously unamused at your poor attempt at mimicking him.

Severus hummed, pausing for a few seconds as he glared at you. "Should you ever lose your flair for Herbology, do the world a favour and avoid pursuing the career of an impressionist." He said with a roll of his eyes, but the grin that broke out on your face had softened his harsh gaze slightly. Clearly, he couldn't stay mad at you for very long. Gods, what had happened to him? For so long, nobody had made him feel the way you did. It was terrifying, but so exciting at the same time. As much as he wanted to push you away, just to avoid the impending heartbreak, Severus felt as if he shouldn't. There was something more to you.

"Alright, well, will you be able to avoid the undeniable temptation of kissing me, and teach me how to cast this spell?" You joked as another soft giggle left your mouth, setting Severus's heart on fire.

"I will try my best." He said as a little smile graced his lips. "Close your eyes again." Severus muttered, and so you did, awaiting his next instructions. "Think of your happiest memory, and keep it within your mind," He said from in front of you, his eyes flicking over your peaceful face. "Got it?"

"Yes," you replied, thinking about the same tender memory that you did with Lupin, "I do."

"Now, with that in your mind, you need to speak the incantation, 'Expecto Patronum'." Severus said, his voice faltering a tad at the end.

Instead of following his instructions, you whispered, "Is the temptation still there?"

There was a pause before he spoke again and anxious goosebumps littered your skin.

Severus sighed deeply before replying. "I'm afraid so." He muttered defeatedly.

Instantly, your eyes fluttered open as quick as a flash, a beaming smile spreading across your pink cheeks. You almost leapt from where you had stood, throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips against his. A muffled gasp fell from Severus as he crumbled like a poorly built sandcastle under your touch; your fingers latching onto the nape of his neck and tugging him desperately close to you. His body felt like it was on fire as you clashed together, and within seconds Severus had his arms around you. His hands clutched at your waist hungrily, as if he had been forbidden to touch you - which was partly true, in way.

Despite the clear show of desperation between you two, there was love sprinkled within it. Severus's hands held you so tenderly and dear, his fingers squeezing your clothed flesh with such gentle care that you could almost feel the love radiating from his body. Both of you knew it, but both of you refused to acknowledge it. Maybe it was the fear of recognising something so significant and monumentous happening between the two of you, or maybe it was just pure ignorance. As of right now, neither of you wanted to think about it. You could deal with it a little later.

As he kissed you, he plucked a breathless "Sev," from you, and he held you a little tighter, fearful that you might just disintigrate in front of him and he would suddenly wake up alone in his cold bed. Your chests were heaving now, and you couldn't stop yourselves from becoming lost in one another's addicting touch; the feeling too strong and intoxicating like an expensive elven wine.

"I missed you," You whispered between kisses, your hands sliding from the comfort of his neck to the smooth yet cold surface of his cheeks, embracing him. "Gods, I missed you, Severus." Slowly, he pulled away as his nose suddenly felt wet. He opened his eyes to look at you, and his face fell as he noticed tears streaming down your cheeks, wetting your perfect eyelashes. His chest twisted at the sight - did he do this? Did he make you cry? Did he hold you too tight?

Your eyebrows twisted upwards as his finger caught your chin, tilting it up, but you avoided his eyes. "Why are you crying, my love?" Severus asked softly, careful to keep his voice gentle. The pet name had rolled so easily and casually off of his tongue that he almost didn't notice it. In fact, it seemed like you didn't either. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved, or a little hurt by it.

"It's not you," you sobbed quietly, sucking in a pathetic strangled breath, "well- it is, but it's not your fault, or anything- I just..." Another cry left you, and it was starting to upset Severus. "I wish we weren't in this whole... predicament." He had only seen you cry a couple times, and after that he'd hoped that he'd never have to witness such a heartwrenching thing again.

"We don't have to be." Severus murmured, lifting a hand to wipe away your tears with a tender thumb.

"I don't want him to hurt you." You sniffled, still refusing to look in his eyes, afraid of what you might see.

"He won't." Severus replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Promise me." You inhaled shakily and finally looked up at him, an ache in your heart as you saw his sad face. Your hands were still attached to his cheeks, and so you brushed your thumbs against them; a pleasant, homely warmth blossoming in your chest like a newly-bloomed flower in the spring.

Severus let out an amused huff as he smiled at your sweet gesture. "I promise. He won't hurt me, Y/N."

"Okay." You whispered, feeling a little more at ease as Severus's hands fell back to your waist, tugging you closer to him once more, a comfortable silence enveloping the two of you as you held each other. Severus's eyes flicked between your glossy ones, pausing to ponder over his words for a moment. 

"I never thought someone as beautiful as you would care so much for someone like me." He murmured, lifting a hand from the comfort of your waist to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear.

"Someone like you?" You giggled softly, earning a disbelieving look from Severus. You knew exactly what he meant, however, that was irrelevant to you now. The man he hid himself as, was not the man you had come to know. "What, because you act so cold and awful sometimes?"

"Perhaps," he mused, "but I'm not a good man, Y/N." Severus added, tracing the line of your jaw with the pad of his index finger sweetly.

"No, you're a brilliant one," You beamed, gradually leaning in towards his face to nudge your nose against his. His breath hitched slightly at your gesture, his heavy-lidded eyes watching you carefully, wondering your next thoughts. "Despite how we may have started out, you're one of the most brilliant men I have come to know." Your words made his cheeks flush a stunning shade of scarlet, and in turn, it also made yours do the same. He glanced away for a moment, flustered.

As he composed himself, he returned his dilating eyes back to yours. "Yes," Severus sighed, feigning disappointment, "despite my best efforts to push you away, you still somehow persevered."

"Unlikely for a weak little Hufflepuff." You joked, a tiny, bashful smile slipping onto your blushing face as you glanced down at his white collar, tracing it with your fingers. Severus took a moment to silently admire your beautiful face, the corners of his lips twitching as his eyes glazed over your soft features, his heart skipping a beat as the tips of your fingers tickled the skin on his neck.

He cleared his throat, murmuring, "You're far from weak. In fact, you might just be the strongest Hufflepuff I know."

"Is that because I'm the only one you've known?" You teased, laughing softly as you glanced back up to his sparkling eyes.

"Let's not ruin the moment." Severus quirked a brow at you, returning your teasing tone. You scrunched your nose up at him mockingly. "You still haven't matured yet, I see."

"Oh, shut up." You whispered, leaning up to hush him with your lips, kissing him with a smiling mouth. Severus's hand held your cheek as he pulled your face closer to him, his prominent nose poking it. Your hands rose from the collar of his black frock and settled happily around his neck again, fingers tickling the nape of it. A few goosebumps arose on his bared skin and he shivered, a breathy groan bubbling in the back of his throat. Severus's hands grew a little more hungry as you moaned into his kisses, grabbing you and gently guiding you to the surface of his desk.

*

With his lips still latched onto yours moving sinfully slow, he reached out an arm and brushed off the remaining things on top of the desk. He then glided his hands down your waist, towards your hips and finally underneath your bum, palming it greedily for a moment and encouraging a whimper from you. Severus felt his cock twitch in his tightening trousers at the sweet sounds falling from your swollen mouth, and so he swiftly lifted you up with no effort at all, his hands still full of your ass. Even though this was the third time he'd lifted you up like this, you were still impressed.

For a moment, he held you there as you wrapped your legs around his hips, securing yourself. Another throaty groan left his mouth as you rocked your body against his in a painfully slow manner, and Severus quickly laid you down atop of his desk, pulling away from your lips for a moment to stare down at you.

"I forgot to mention," Severus murmured, pressing a cheeky kiss against your jaw, trailing dangerously close to your neck. "That green dress suits you beautifully." He smirked against your hot skin, and you couldn't help but laugh. The raven-haired wizard felt the vibrations from your beautiful laugh through your throat as he licked it with his warm tongue, pressing soft kisses against your burning hot flesh.

"You're so painfully biased, Severus," you giggled, hands burying themselves within his thick, black hair,  "you have no shame at all." You added, gasping as his teeth grazed your lower neck, nipping you.

"Slytherin is the superior House, after all, Miss L/N." Severus said lowly as he ravished your neck with his wet mouth, plucking more breathy gasps and moans from your quivering one.

"Is that why Gryffindor is kicking their arse?" You panted, your heart doubling in speed as he began to near the top of your breasts. He trailed a hand up from your hips, and your chest heaved, your breaths becoming stuck in your throat as he brushed his thumb against the curve of your clothed breasts, drawing a whine from your parted mouth.

"And yet, Hufflepuff is nowhere to be seen." He quipped. Not that you could speak a cocky reply right now - his adept mouth and hands were doing a very good job at incapacitating your mind - you had set yourself up for that burn.

Severus teethed the neckline of your green dress, the rich, sleek material hiding the supple skin of your breasts that he so badly wanted to see. Instead of pulling it down or to the side, he continued downwards, his hands following him, gripping your waist as he pressed heavy kisses against your clothed stomach, stopping just below your navel. Your nails scraped at his scalp as his fingers dropped to the hem of your dress, slipping it up over your silky legs, stopping just above your knees. Severus glanced up at you, as if asking for permission to continue. As much as you'd rather him do whatever he wanted to you without asking, you truly appreciated the care and concern he took with you.

You leant up slightly to look at him as a hand of yours fell from the confines of his locks to his cheek and you cupped it softly, smiling and giving him a slight nod. Half of his mouth perked up into a faint smirk as he dipped his head back down, pressing his lips to the inner side of your knees, slowly working his way up your legs with hot, wet lips, kneading his cold fingers against the soft flesh of yours that he adored. A rush of heat pooled in your stomach as Severus neared your burning core, anxiously awaiting his mouth to press against it. You slowly fell back against the surface of his desk again, digging your fingers inside the mess of his hair, gripping it tighter with every inch he closed in on you.

The Potions Master hooked a finger underneath the string of your black panties, twisting it around his digit, tugging at it teasingly. As you were laid back, your eyes were seeing stars as a warm, wet sensation was suddenly braced against your clothed mound; the pointed tip of it tickling your clit that sat between your soaking folds. You whimpered as Severus licked at your panties again, this time a little heavier, the intoxicating taste of you lingering on his tongue. Your grip in his hair tightened even more as he continued this sinful rhythm, your hips bucking upwards rather erratically as Severus caught your sensitive bud here and there. With a growl-like groan, he grazed his tongue to the side of your panties, slipping it underneath the thin, lacy material, an uncontrollable moan falling from your lips at the sudden tongue-to-flesh contact.

"Shit-," you whined, hips bucking once more, "my God, Severus." Your words were nothing but breathy and broken as he continued licking at your perfect core, his heart racing as you further became unravelled beneath his gifted mouth. "Please, please," You begged as you felt yourself nearing your breaking point, your legs squeezing around his head. 

Severus groaned at your thighs sandwiching his head, and he placed his right hand on your outer upper thigh, squeezing it. "That's a good girl." He mumbled against your dripping centre, your arousal covering his lower face. You cried out at his words, the praise you so desperately desired from him almost sending you toppling over the edge by itself. Severus retrieved his other hand from your thigh and brought it to his mouth, wetting his fingers with his tongue before slipping two inside of you and curling them, pulling a rather loud, delicious sounding moan from your throat.

"Fuck!" You cried out as your body trembled, that familiar coil within you tightening again. "Sev, so close, I-" Severus could just about make out what you had said through your whimpers, and so he continued the pace of his fingers and tongue, though speeding up a little bit as your body began to rock against his mouth, evidently nearing your climax. 

And within seconds, all of your breath had suddenly been stolen, and you were shuddering beneath Severus once more as your mouth gaped open, your back arching. "Fuck, Sev-!" Your brows shot upwards as you cried out, your eyes squeezing tightly shut as you rode out the tsunami waves of pleasure that rocked through you; a unruly and wild string of moans and whimpers slipping out of your mouth as Severus proceeded to continue fingering and licking against your twitching pussy.

Reluctantly, he removed his mouth from you, but not before peppering a few chaste kisses against the soft skin on your wet inner thigh. "I will never grow bored of those sounds leaving your pretty lips." Severus purred with a smirk, standing up from between your legs, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at you, red faced, sweaty and breathless. He was rather proud of how effortlessly he had you crying out his name, and you obviously noticed, beginning to giggle. You were a little embarrassed at how easily he had made you cum, and so you hid your face behind your hands, peeking at him between your fingers. "Don't hide from me," he murmured, leaning down to pry your hands from your face with a smile, "there's no reason to hide such a beautiful face."

"Stop it." You whispered, giggling still, your eyes finding his softened ones as you allowed him to move your hands away from your face.

"Stop what?" Severus asked gently, frowning as he held your hand in his larger one; thumb brushing against your knuckles tenderly. Gods, you couldn't believe how well he'd hid this soft side of himself, and you were going to be more than careful not to make him conceal it again.

"Lying." You replied, another rush of heat flying to your cheeks as your eyes glanced down at your interlaced hands. Severus's black brow quirked upwards at your response, as if in disagreement.

"I'm many things, my dear Y/N, but a liar is not one of them." He tutted, lifting your hand to his lips to press a sweet kiss to the back of it. His words seemed familiar to you, but you couldn't put your finger on it at the moment; your mind too hazy from the previous steamy interaction between the two of you. "If only you could see yourself through my eyes." Severus added with a whisper against the smooth skin of your hand.

"Isn't that what I said to you?" You giggled, remembering how he'd replied rather bitterly a few nights ago. "You said something about me wearing 'rose-coloured glasses' or something." Mid-sentence, you deepened your voice to mock him again, and that same scowl returned to his features.

"You're awful at that." Severus grumbled, looking away from you as he leant back up. Letting go of your hand, he placed it on your hip and slowly slipped his fingers underneath the silky fabric, palming your bare skin; goosebumps erupting all over your body from his stone-cold yet sizzling touch. Your breath hitched once more as his fingertips neared the string of your black underwear, sliding underneath it.

"Severus," You warned, your voice low. Inside your panting chest, your heart was like a jackhammer against your ribcage as he tugged the string down over your hipbone, testing you. This was like a game to him it seemed, perhaps you should play along?

"Hmm?" He hummed in reply, his blown, black eyes flicking between where his hand laid and your reddening face. Gods, this man was pushing your limits today. "What is it? Use your words, Miss L/N..."

Your heart fluttered at his raspy voice.

"I'm not sure this counts as teaching me how-," You gasped lightly as his cool fingertips grazed against the curve of your ass. Severus's eyes instantly flicked upwards to meet your fluttering ones, smirking. "-How to cast a patronus." You finished quietly, swallowing as you tilted your head at him with your best poker face, trying desperately to act as if the way he was teasing you wasn't driving you fucking insane.

Severus hummed again as he had one side of your panties pulled down. "So, you do own a brain?" He teased whilst wrapping his other arm around your waist to pull your hips flush against his own, his desk shuddering a tad at the sudden rough movement. Instinctively, your arms flew out to steady yourself, your palms splayed out against the smooth wooden surface.

"So, you're still a dick?" You quipped cheekily, and Severus growled at you, one hand flying up to grab at your neck. It wasn't hostile, it was a light grasp, and yet it still undeniably lit a wild fire inside of you. Your hand had also flown up to hold the wrist of his hand that was wrapped gently around your neck.

"You need to keep that silly mouth under control." He tutted, giving your neck a light squeeze, and a loose moan left your lips, making a single brow of his shoot up in curiosity. Clearly, he wasn't expecting you to enjoy this.

"Evidently." You muttered, a faint and cheeky smirk lining your lips. "Are you going to keep talking or are you actually going to put that talented mouth of yours to good use?" You teased him, poking your tongue out from your mouth to glide along the bottom of your top row of teeth. As much as Severus hated being spoken to like this, he couldn't help but be turned on. It was undeniably hot, especially when you're usually so shy and sweet - he was actually wondering where the hell your bravery had come from.

Without any further delay, Severus kissed you harshly, the passion and frustration from your bold attitude fuelling his fire. The hand around your neck remained, however, his opposing hand snaked its way up from your bum to the small of your back, his fingers pressing into your skin, painting it red. You moaned at the roughness he was showing you, your mind becoming a jaded blur as he rocked his hips into yours fervidly, the prominent bulge in his trousers pressing into your panties. He swallowed a gasp that slipped out of your mouth as he kissed you, seizing the opportunity to dive his tongue in. You welcomed him eagerly, licking yours against his own in a brash manner. As you drew a throaty groan from Severus, you lifted your hand from his wrist to hold his cheek, tugging him impossibly closer to you. He released your neck from his light grip and slid his palm down your chest to cup one of your breasts with a harsh hand, plucking a whimper from your swollen, pink lips.

You panted as you threw your other arm around his neck, pulling him down over you as you fell back against his desk, lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips possessively. Merlin, you just needed him inside of you now, but this was almost as good as the actual sex. Severus's hands left your breast and instead found themselves settling on your hips, grabbing them roughly, pulling you into him; a muffled animalistic moan tumbling from his mouth as you grinded yourself on his raging erection.

He faltered slightly, his lips falling from yours, muttering a "Fuck," as his fingers dug into your flesh hungrily; his hot breath shuddering unevenly. "I need you," he whispered with an alarming urgency, a solitary hand slipping from your waist and dipping itself into your soaking panties, "now." And instantly, you let go of him to kick your underwear off to the ground, his hands flying to unbuckle his trousers with trembling fingers. Your hot touch was a burning contrast to his cool, pale flesh.

Severus inhaled sharply as you pulled down his boxers, the frigid air tickling his navel. Your eyes twinkled dangerously as you glanced up at him, a swirl of butterflies exploding in your stomach as he grit his teeth, your hand reached out to grab him gently, lining his solid cock up with yourself. In one swift motion, Severus thrust into you and you cried out at the full sensation, almost screaming with the overwhelming amount of pleasure and relief that seeped into your bones.

He stilled himself for a moment, evidently trying to adjust to the sudden welcome of your sweet, perfectly warm pussy. Severus panted, squeezing his eyes shut from the immense rush of pleasure surging through him. Watching his face twist, you giggled quietly from beneath him, placing a hand on his face, leaning up to press a gentle kiss upon his nose. His eyes opened slightly as a smile graced his sweaty features, gazing down at you with such tenderness and warmth that you were sure you'd fallen for him all over again. He looked so ethereal in this current moment, so much so that it reminded you of the first time you had properly stared at him in that corridor - just before you gave Lockhart a telling off. It was so vivid in your mind;the soft amber glow from the candlelight reminded you of the torchlights in the corridor that had bounced beautifully off of his perfect features.

A certain infamous three words tickled the tip of your tongue as you stared up at Severus. In fact, they were almost begging to be said, however, you refrained, afraid of how he might take them. You certainly didn't want to ruin this moment between you. It was far too special, and so you swallowed them down with a whimper as Severus kissed you once more, drinking every inch of you. He gradually began to move his hips and you whined at the delicious friction, clamping your legs around him tighter, encouraging him to quicken pace a tad. And so he did, going at a steadier rhythm, the only sounds echoing in his office being both of your ragged breaths and the sinful slaps of your flesh clashing together.

Strands of his jet black hair stuck to the sweaty sheen glazing his forehead, and you reached a finger up to tuck it behind his ear, planting another sweet, long kiss to his lips. The silent shows of affection through gentle, tender touches between the two of you soon made you realise that the pair of you weren't fucking, per se, but making love, and that was something that made your heart swell. An indescribable warmth began to engulf your trembling body as Severus shuffled a hand from your hip to your face, cupping it intimately, his forehead soon coming to rest against yours also. The remaining hand of his on your hip quickly made work and slipped down to your burning hot core, dipping in between your shining folds and rubbing an unceasing, circular motion upon your sensitive clit, prompting your body to jerk suddenly.

Your head fell back at the tingly sensation spreading through you, and Severus laid his warm mouth against your jawline, trailing wet kisses down your neck, nipping and biting it softly, careful not to leave marks - he was lost in the lust albeit not completely, he still had some remaining sense. And so he started to pluck more and more desperate concoctions of whines and whimpers from your quivering, parted pink lips as you felt the knot within your stomach tighten, telling you that you were almost at the edge of ecstasy.

"Sev," you whined, your hand slipping up into the locks of his hair, gripping tightly, "I'm- I think- I'm gonna..." You sobbed, the pleasure from his mouth on your neck, from his cock buried deep within you and from his masterful fingers circling your clit becoming all too much.

"Let it out, my love," Severus groaned against your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate as he too was on the verge of finishing, "that's it, it's alright... Cum for me, darling," At his last breath, you came, a wild cry cut short from your mouth as Severus kissed you once more, swallowing your moans. He pulled away briefly to bury his head in your neck, his climax taking a hold of his body, a strangled, guttural groan rumbling in his throat as he collapsed on top of you.

Your hands slowly retreated from the comfort of his raven locks and settled on his cheeks, encouraging him to look up at you. Severus quickly obliged, using the remaining strength in his body to lift himself off of you slightly. Though he was still inside you, he remained there - not that you minded - and suddenly a quiet, almost bashful chuckle reverberated within his strong, panting chest. Instinctively, you smiled up at him, your teeth poking out from underneath your swollen lips.

"That has to be the best sex I've ever had." You giggled, your legs loosening around his waist as he chuckled again. You let your foot glide down his outer thigh, caressing it.

*

A proud smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered, "I'm honoured."

Another sweet giggle escaped you and it tickled his heart. God knows how he's going to recover from you if you're ever taken away from him. The thought frightened him, and so he pulled you closer for a moment, planting a tender kiss against your shining forehead, that familiar warmth in your chest quickly returning as fast as lightning.

"I..." You began, unthinking, your mouth staying open as you stopped yourself. Severus tilted his head at you, confused. There's no way you had almost let it slip. You fool. "I'm glad." You said instead, smiling.

"Hmm," he hummed, pondering, making your heart pound anxiously, "perhaps we'll start the actual lessons tomorrow." Severus stated, his smile returning. You nodded and a bashful blush painted your cheeks scarlet.

"Like you'd be able to keep yourself from kissing me." You scoffed playfully. Severus narrowed his eyes at you.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Perhaps." You mocked him again, grinning. He rolled his eyes at you and finally stood up, pulling himself out of you - rather reluctantly, might he add. Severus could have stayed in that position for the rest of eternity. In fact, he wished he could.

"You'll regret saying this tomorrow evening." Severus smirked, a mischievous glint twinkling in his black eyes as he used his wand to clean himself and you up, his hands buckling his trousers back up. He stepped forwards to pull the skirt of your dress back down. You offered him a quick grateful smile.

"Excuse me, who was the one was broke this evening?" You asked, scoffing hushedly. "Oh, yeah, you."

"Can you blame me?" Severus quipped, his fingers slowly floating up to grasp your chin, trailing them across your jawline and down your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"I guess I am irresistable." You joked, smiling coyly. Severus hummed at you again, slowly becoming lost in your glittering eyes. You looked so beautiful in this current moment, so beautiful that he found himself staring at you for much longer than would be considered socially acceptable. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You giggled.

An amused huff left Severus. "I remember the days you'd cower in my presence, and yet, here you are, acting like that never happened." He said, smirking.

"Yeah, well, you were scary back then." You shrugged with a cheeky smile.

"Am I not now?"

"Not anymore, no."

"I suppose I've lost my touch." Severus mused jokingly, and you laughed at him. A kaleidoscope of butterflies burst inside of him at the sweet sound he adored so much. A year ago, he would have found it irritating, and now, he probably couldn't live without hearing it at least every other day. Gods, he still despised how soft he'd become towards you.

"I do hear some of the first-years talking about how they dread your lessons when they're in mine." You mumbled, looking down to link your fingers with his. You glanced back up at him, smiling bashfully.

"Maybe not then." Severus replied and quirked a brow.

"Definitely not." You grinned, lifting his hand up with yours to bring it to your lips, turning it to press a soft kiss against his fingertips. "You're still the scariest professor at Hogwarts, don't worry. I don't think anyone will be taking that from you any time soon."

"I should hope not." Severus joked sarcastically, finding it quite impossible to not crack a smile each time you showed him such tender affection.

There was a comfortable silence for a very quick moment before the thought of Ben returned to your mind. "I should probably go." You said with a solemn face, glancing away from Severus to the old, vintage-looking clock that sat against his wall. It was rather late, you must have spent at least two hours or more with him.

"Yes," Severus swallowed, and the smile that was previously sat on his face fell, "I'm sure Ben is worried sick." He added sarcastically with a scornful sneer, making you snort.

"So, same time tomorrow?"

"As long as nothing drastic happens, of course. Though, this time, we will have lessons."

"Lessons, or lessons, professor?" You asked, your tone flirtatious and shameless.

"Lessons, Y/N." Severus said sternly. "I do plan on teaching you that charm. Other things just... got in the way, this evening."

"Other things," you repeated, bravely leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "I think I prefer other things, Sev." You joked, a faint, pink blush blossoming like a rose across your cheeks.

Sev. 

You called him Sev. And it was during casual conversation, unlike before. His heart skipped a beat at the affectionate nickname. Severus quickly cleared his throat, composing himself before he spoke, refusing to embarrass himself. "And I would prefer you able to protect yourself during another dementor attack, God forbid it happens again." He said, his face turning grim at the awful thought. He placed a hand against the small of your back as you turned around, heading towards his door. Severus followed you closely, his fingers caressing the back of you gently.

As you reached his door together, you turned around to face him. "It won't." You smiled up at Severus and pressed your hand against where you had kissed him, brushing your thumb across his high, prominent cheekbones. "Not with you around."

"Am I your personal bodyguard now? When was this decided?" Severus joked as he leant into your hand, though his partially blank face didn't show it. You giggled again, setting his heart on fire once more.

"Right now. That okay?" You teased, smiling, letting your hand drop from his face.

"...Yes."

"Perfect." Your smile widened as you noticed the corners of his lips turning upwards. "I don't want to leave you."

"Neither do I, but you must." Severus sighed softly, gazing at you with gentle eyes.

"I know." You pursed your lips, staring back into his eyes, and you leaned up on your tiptoes, kissing him once more; your hands flying up to cup his cheeks. Severus wrapped his arms around your waist in return, pulling you flush against him, his whole body feeling like it was riddled with fireworks as tiny, exciting, colourful explosions erupted within his stomach as you kissed him.

One hand left his neck and you leant away from him to reach for the door handle, twisting it to open it as you continued to kiss Severus tenderly, smiling into the kiss as he tried to tug you close to him again. A giggle left your lips as he sighed and pulled away from your lips. Inside, he was fighting the urge to just shut the door and keep you here with him forever. Your aura was addicting, and he honestly couldn't get enough of it.

"Ahem," A female voice coughed from the his door, and you gasped out of fright, quickly jumping out of his arms. Severus quickly retracted them from you and tucked them behind his back, a bright red blush covering both of your faces.

"Minerva," Severus greeted, his voice flat, acting as if she did not just see the pair of your lips stuck together like a glue trap. You stood awkwardly still, terribly embarrassed that someone had seen the two of you acting out of hand.

"Don't act like I didn't see that, Severus." McGonagall scolded him, and he sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes. As for you, she glanced down, offering you a warm smile. "Y/N, what a surprise to find you here." She said with a mischievous glint in her wrinkled eyes, smirking faintly.

"Erm, yeah," you coughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "I-I was just leaving, Severus was giving me lessons."

"Oh, I'm sure he was, my dear." Minerva chuckled, and you blushed even harder, going as red as a beet. Jesus, were you an idiot? Why did you word it like that?

"What is it, Minerva?" Severus asked rather impatiently, a little salty at how she'd interrupted your goodbye. From the way Minerva glanced at you, you assumed that it was a personal issue. So, you offered the two of them an awkward smile, silently bidding them goodbye. You caught Severus's eye, and he smiled at you warmly, his shoulders relaxing a tad. You smiled back, mouthing a 'bye' to him and turned around, wandering back in the direction to your quarters. As you were walking further away from the two of them, you heard muttering, and then a door shut. You quickly threw a glance over your shoulder, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. Though, you were sorely disappointed. Severus had disappeared already.

Despite that, another wide smile crossed your face as you folded your arms against your chest, thinking about what had just happened. You couldn't believe how gentle and soft he was with you, he was like a totally different man. A man that you adored.

No, a man that you loved.

this has to be my favourite part that i have written. i think. as of yet. :) let me know what you thought!! i really really would love to know <3

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I told my mother her book covers are bad?

I (20s F) used to design book covers for my mother, who is a self published author. I've recently stopped, both due to time conflicts because of work/school, and because it was a pain working with her (she never knew what she wanted and I would have to BEG her to give me enough information to work with, but then would ask for random additions to completed covers because new ideas suddenly came to her head; would give me deadlines for covers to be completed and then complain if I was doing personal hobbies instead of working on her cover even if the deadline was weeks away. also I don't know if this will be relevant, but yes I was paid for all covers I made for her). I did a handful of covers for her over the past few years, all of which she said she loved and would excitedly show to anyone she could. However I recently noticed she'd had some of the covers I'd done for her remade by a friend of hers. Some of them are Fine (not the best, I think the friend just throws stock photos into Canva) but others are very bad. Not quite Chuck Tingle bad, but close.

I love my mom, and she loves writing. It's been her dream to pursue a writing career for decades, and I want her to succeed! But no matter how much we say don't judge a book by its cover, a good cover can mean the difference between readers snatching a book up immediately and skipping over it without a second thought. Especially for self published authors who can't pull readers by name alone. I think it's important to note that she has explicitly asked for my help in this regard in the past (in addition to helping her design her website/developing an "brand" identity for her). She self admits to having no artistic eye and not knowing the difference between what looks "good" or "bad" (yes I know these are subjective, but you could slap a stock photo on a white background with comic sans and she wouldn't understand why that's not a Good cover she should be paying possibly several hundred dollars for) and has asked for my help both when I was a teenager with an interest in art and in the past few years as I'm currently in college for art and design. However she hasn't asked for my help recently, and that's where I fear I may be TAH. If this was her hobby I wouldn't care at all, but she's actively trying to make a career off her writing, and I believe some of her covers (in addition to things like poor web design and other miscellaneous stuff) reflect poorly on her because they look unprofessional, lazy and just. bad. From the way she's spoken in the past, I think she doesn't care/doesn't want to focus on anything that isn't actually writing, and while I understand that sentiment, I think it'll do more harm than good to her career. If it weren't for the issues mentioned above, I'd offer to work with her again.

WIBTA if I told her these covers were bad, despite her not explicitly asking for my input?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[brainrotdotorg]

Disco Elysium characters that would like Chuck Tingle

Harry (obviously. No explanation needed)

Trant (thinks that it’s some kind of high-concept satirical thing and not actually sincere. He hasn’t actually read the books he just likes the idea of studying the guy. Would be patronizing when talking about him)

Roy (Has a small collection of Chuck tingle books at the shop and started reading them on on slow day and is actually kind of fond of them now)

Cindy (recognizes true art when she sees it)

DJ Mesh and Flacio (would fucking love to have him DJ with them live on the air. Maybe switch things up one day and do a reading )

Egghead (I can so clearly hear him saying “LOVE IS REAL! BUDS AND BUCKAROOS TROT TOGETHER, AND THIS PROVES LOVE!”)

#this whole post was an excuse to write egghead saying that #disco elysium

[bubuslutty]

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WITH THAT BOMB AHH WITCH READER FIC 😭💗💗💗

I CAN SEE IT NOW

John itching to help her cook, despite her telling him she's fine as she makes her finest dinner for their adult kids—ahem, most trusted men's arrival?? Mama may be a witch but her motherly senses be tingling and it says THESE MEN HAS NOT HAD A PROPER MEAL, JOHN. 😭

And a certain point where she finally stops for a bit to let the stew she's cooking do its magic, John immediately jumps to the opportunity to give his beloved the most absolute, cheesy and tooth-rotting kiss. I mean, straight up wedding-dip his sweetheart as if a priest had just said 'you may now kiss the bride' 🥲💗

ughshddjhd your mind is amazing 💞💕💖

I'm actually so happy you enjoyed it!! I've got so many ideas for that little universe 😫

your thoughts always make me so so happy so Thank you 🌹❤️

the bear in the witch's hut (all parts)

title: European Robins in my palms

word count: 2.3k

warning: nsfw (like one scene) but all fluffy throughout the whole thing!!!!

John had to take all of his special unit back to his childhood home and farm, at least once. And he didn’t think he’d enjoy it so much, having his brothers with him in his home with his parents and wife, together.

They had to ride for days to get to his village, and Kyle would point out the greenery and mountains, how beautiful these parts of the land were, and Price would smile, proud and happy to be going home, to his love. Simon would be basking in the sun, on the back of his horse, half listening to Johnny and sometimes interrupting him to tell him some of the unfunniest jokes on earth.

And when they would finally reach their farm, Price’s parents and his wife would be waiting for them, by the entrance. Price would hop down his horse, and open his arms for his wife, as she runs and jumps in his arms, kissing him all over and squeezing him tight. John’s witch was not afraid to show affection to her husband, not publicly and especially privately, be damned society’s expectations and rules, nothing will stop her from running to her husband, skirts riding up her naked legs and one of the sleeves sliding down one shoulder and hair a mess. Fuck being proper.

And he loved her so much for that, chucking everything that would make her a proper lady out of the window in favour of loving him so openly, as he truly deserves.

That fact about her would not go unnoticed by his brothers. What a sight she was, beautiful and so inviting in her laughs and smiles. It was more than evident how much she loved him and how much he loved her back.

When her legs were on the ground again, she will turn to the other men, pushing her hair out of her face and grinning like the fucking sun in the middle of summer, sticking out her hand. And she would receive grins and three kisses at the back of her hand.

Price’s parents would greet their son, commenting on his evergrowing beard and bigger build, but then they would turn to the other men, giving each a bone-crushing hug that would warm them from the inside out.

After they will obviously get settled in the cleared-out rooms that Price’s parents and his wife prepared, stretching their tired limbs and getting a proper bath to wash away all the sweat and grim that cold river water couldn’t wash away. You better believe Price will try every trick in the book to get her to stay with him, in his room for the next hours. He knows she has things to do, like helping his parents cook them a proper meal. But he tends to become needy, selfish and straight-out unreasonable sometimes when he’s in the same vicinity as her for the first time in weeks.

He wants his wife, for the love of everything good and gracious. Is that too much to ask for?

But John ends up getting his way in the end, not only he has her help him bathe, but he tried his mighty best to stretch it out as much as he could, like, “Honey, I think you’ve missed this spot on my back- Can you just-”

And his wife would wash his back for him, an amused smile on her lips, indulging him and running a cloth over the muscles and fat under his freckled skin, then she would press her fingers on the knots in his shoulders and dip of his back, making his head drop, feeling immediate relief.

Then she would somehow end up against the wall of the bathroom, skirts hunched up around her waist and his knee keeping her legs spread as he continuously plunges his fingers inside her wet cunt over and over again, while his other hand is covering her mouth so her delicious sounds wouldn't be heard.

And when she cums, she’s shaking all over and her legs are wobbly and Price has a stupid smile on his face as he rubs her back, helping her calm her frantic heart. His darling has then to stand against the wall, holding her skirts in her arms as he’s kneeling by her feet, a cloth cleaning up the mess she’s made of herself between her legs.

“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you…” She mumbled, cheeks hot.

Price glanced up at her and chuckled, “You are.”

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When it was nearing dinner time, the witch stepped inside the living room, her sleeves rolled up and hair tied up, interrupting the men’s conversation. “Lads, I have a job for you.”

Gaz, Soap and Ghost all look at Price at the same time. The captain just shrugs and stands up, and they copy him, all following his wife outside the house. And Price can literally feel the excitement coming out in waves from his wife, but he doesn’t ask, he just follows her silently until they’re all 3 metres away from the house.

The witch turns to the men, her lips stretching into a smile. “I need you to catch me a rooster for dinner.”

And as soon as those words leave her mouth, Price smirks, trying to hide it by running his finger through his beard. Johnny barks out a laugh, “Of course, we’ll catch ya a rooster, lass!”

“Yeah, sounds fair, the least we can do is catch our dinner.” Kyle shrugs, hands in his pockets and Simon nods in agreement.

“Which one d’ya want us to catch?” Johnny asked, tilting his chin forward.

The witch grins and points above his head, and he frowns in confusion, turning around. And then he looks around and frowns when there’s no rooster on the ground- Oh, what the shit.

The rooster she wants them to catch is standing right on top of the house, staring down at them in challenge, the wind blowing over its black and white feathers, making the rooster’s body seem larger than it actually was.

“Steamin’ Mother…” Johnny mumbles, squinting his eyes to see the rooster better. Kyle and Simon also seemed to be taken aback, staring at the bird in shock.

The witch started giggling behind one of her hands, angling her body away from the men. Meanwhile, Price didn’t care much and started laughing loudly with his head thrown back, hand on his chest and tears collecting at the corner of his eyes.

“You two are mean!” Price’s mother suddenly scolded by the door, hands on her hips.

“Stop laughing, you mutts!” Price’s father barked out and Price and his wife started laughing even louder, screeching and holding onto each other while the three other men stood there, trying to figure out how the fuck are they supposed to catch that rooster.

“That was a good one, love.” Price said, his cheeks hurting from laughing and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her face. As soon as Price said that, Kyle, Simon and Johnny all sighed in relief.

“Ahah, yeah, that was very funny,” Kyle said, glad he doesn’t actually have to go catch the damned bird. Which was still standing at the top of the house and staring at them.

“What do you mean?” The witch said, making Price freeze.

“What do-” Price frowned.

“Catch it.” His wife said, slowly smirking up at him.

When I say Price’s mum literally shrieked, laughing so hard she had to lean against her husband, face literally turning pink.

The colours literally drained out of Price’s face, anything but chasing that fucking rooster.

“I was being serious, John.” She said, bringing a hand up to fix the collar of his loose shirt. “I want you to catch it for me, please?” the witch bit her lower plush lip and batted her pretty eyelashes at him, placing her other hand on one of his biceps and giving it one squeeze.

Price was standing there, with his mouth open. And when she made a noise, tilting her head to the side, saying “So, are you going to do it?” without actually saying anything. Determination swelled in his chest, making his blood pump and he cleared his throat.

“We’ll catch it. For you.” He said, giving her a nod and placing a kiss on her forehead and started walking towards the house.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called out after the man.

“To get my gear.” Price said without looking back.

“What?!” Simon said, the word literally jumped out of his throat.

“Why?!” Kyle said at the same time as Simon.

“He bites.” Was all Price said before the three men ran after their Captain while his mother was still laughing, almost pissing herself.

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When they finally caught the rooster and tied its legs, and held it in front of the witch like a damn trophy, they swore they would never underestimate a rooster ever again. They were all panting and sweating, with feathers stuck in their hair and clothes, with arm protection on to not get bitten, but the rooster still managed to bite a hole in Simon’s shirt and pooped on Johnny’s helmet. They didn’t look happy at all and now all have a newfound fear of roosters.

“Are all roosters like this?” Johnny grumbled, cleaning his helmet in a bucket of water.

“Nope, just this one. You don’t even know how many times we’ve tried to catch him, but never succeeded.” Price’s father said, still baffled about how the beast was finally caught after three years of trying to catch him.

After handing the rooster over, the men stood outside the house and watched until it was killed and plucked and they all sagged when the rooster was no longer breathing. The witch giggled at their state and stopped right as they were going to step inside the house to wash for the second time that day.

“Hold on, take your clothes off first.” She said.

“Huh??” Johnny blushed bright red.

“Shoes and shirts off, leave them outside.” The witch added and they all nodded, following her orders. After all, the rooster did numbers on them, their clothes were filthy like they were on a battlefield and just came back for dinner.

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The house smelled absolutely delicious. Price’s mouth watered when he stepped inside the dining room, the smells coming from the kitchen while his parents set the table up.

“What’s cooking up, mum?” John asked, bending down to kiss his mother on the head.

“I don’t know, go ask her.” His mother shrugged, a smile on her lips and eyes twinkling.

“Alright?..” Price laughed and left his mum to go investigate the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was greeted with a ridiculous amount of delicacies (As much as they afford in times of war while living on a farm). There were pies, stews, roasted vegetables and the rooster, bread, cheese and caramelised apples from the orchards down the road with roasted nuts on top and beer. And there were still pots and pans bubbling and cooking up on the fire.

“Honey? What are you doing?...” Price said and the witch jumped, turning around with a wooden spoon in hand.

“Cooking?” She answered, blinking at him.

“You-” John said, noticing a plate full of sausage rolls and couldn’t help but grab one and take a bite, moaning when the flavours exploded in his mouth, taking him up to the heavens and then back down.

“You don’t have to do all of this, my love. This is- This is too much,” Price said after swallowing and snaked his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him, chest to chest.

His witch frowned, “John, when was the last time your men had a proper meal? This is the least I could do for them."

John smiled, feeling fuzzy and warm with love and appreciation. "Allow me to help you, then."

"No way, I've got this under control. You can go back out there." She said, waving her wooden spoon in the air.

"Please, love."

"Nope. No way. Go away, John." She shakes her head and turns around, stirring a pot while it's bubbling.

"At least let me watch you cook." He whined, John Price whined and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.

"Fine. Just don't touch anything." She sighed, rolling her eyes and smiling, stirring. And Price happily nuzzled his face in her hair and went along with her wherever direction she went, literally glueing his body to hers.

This went on for a couple of minutes until she stopped and looked over at the food with her hands on her hips, and called John's mum, telling her to start taking some of the dishes to the table.

And as soon as she puts that damn wooden spoon down, John quickly turns her around and straight up wedding-dips his sweetheart, and cuts off her startled "John!-" with a deep passionate kiss.

When he helps her up, her cheeks are hot and she's panting, eyes wide and lips feeling all tingly. She's just looking at him while he's smiling at her like a love struck fool.

Simon's also in the kitchen, grabbing a plate full of veggies and doesn't give two shits about what they're doing, because all he's capable of focusing on is the food he's carrying and the growling of his stomach.

BONUS:

the second time Price brings his boys over (kyle, Simon, johnny, ale, rudy, horangi and konig). The damn rooster is there again.

“Mum??”

“I see it, John.”

“It’s ALIVE??!!!”

And they have to chase it and kill it again. But his witch manages to hold it in her arms and pet it, “YOU CAN PET IT???” screamed Soap.

And the witch just smiles and tells them it’s a blessing in disguise, a gift, they will never get hungry as long as this rooster is around. And he always comes back, no matter how many times they eat it.

gaz, Ghost and Soap all tell the other guys abt the rooster and instill the fear in them, so now the rooster is some sort of inside horror story lmao.

+

When Price's mum meets alex for the first time, she's hella confused cuz she doesnt remember pushing him out.

“Are you my son??”

And when he opens his mouths, she's "nope, I didn't push you out"

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[ransprang]

how about heath ledger's joker and corruption kink? hehehe

Kinktober 2023

Joker x Corruption Kink

Joker’s eyes widened as he smacked his lips in amusement looking down at his phone. You stood before him with your face contorted with worry as your eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “Please keep your phone down…”

Joker looked up at you “this is horrendous, horrible, might I say degenerate.”

He continued “didn’t know you are such a misfit y/n” he laughed loudly chucking the phone at the table in front. You looked horrified, Joker had found your tumblr.

You walked up to him and held his arm “that was supposed to be my little secret…” hoping this won’t make the man leave you. Joker looked you in the eyes his expression suddenly all serious “you’re filthy muck of this society, you could never be one of them. Pervert.” He smacked his lips as he cupped your face intimidatingly in his hands, Joker brought his face close, his nose touching yours as he said “Why…so serious?”

You were shocked as the man instantly pulled away and laughed while howling “you really thought that would disgust me? Come on now? I’ve thought worse for Batman.” He continued while getting breathless from laughter.

A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, you smirked back. You were disgusting and he loved that. “What kind of thoughts do you have for Batman?” You said twirling your hair hoping to draw ideas for your next post.

Joker now laying on the couch hopped up with a jolt “y/n you won’t understand them, no no no you won’t” he walked around the room shaking his head.

- “haven’t you seen my content? Of course I would.” You retorted.

Joker smacked his lips now bringing his gaze to your eyes “filthy filthy y/n let me share with you a story.” He twirled and continued “there was once a man who had a fantasy, of tying another to the walls of his house and kissing till both were breathless. As his hot thick penis throbbed to enter the walls of the human in front, he teased his own tip, cuz FUCK the pleasure of other people.” He began laughing.

You looked at him invested, now sitting down on the dining table with your face cupped in your hands. Looking at him starry eyed. “Please tell me more!” Joker immediately stopped laughing as he cleared his throat. “ah yes, well then he rubbed his bare chest on the soft skin, the chest of the one tied on the wall. The friction made his heart beat faster, his Dick throbbed. Ached to be rubbed. Hands struggled against the ropes, as I touch myself and start stroking my shaft, looking at the nude body in front of me.”

Joker stood by the window, staring into the twilight sky. It looked like he was searching the horizon, as he spoke in a low voice “I increase my stroking speed rapidly as I feel the burning desire within my body, the chains clank as the body whimpers. Oh to deprave someone of touch when they want you so badly, I feel my tip tingle as my stomach contracts and I release my thick white cum.” He takes out a cigarette and smokes it blowing the smoke into the light breeze outside the window as his smile is now gone.

You get up fascinated, you have respect in your eyes. You love this man, he inspired you. You ran and hugged him from the back tightly, knowing you were going to write many fanfics thanks to your dear boyfriend. “I love you” you whispered. He continued smoking…as you said again “can we please do this today?” Joker shuffled his feet and turned around to face you. He hugged you back and calmly said “I’ll get the ropes and chains out” As he walked away.

your joker,

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[sawyerslvt]

Head On The Road- Johnny Slaughter (TCM)

Hiya :) This is one of the sex scenes from my series (Two Sides To The Devil). I would love it if you also checked out the series, my masterlist is pinned on my profile and I've made it real easy for you to read it all :) Now back to the smut! Enjoy <33 Word Count: 2,234  Warnings: MDNI, smut, somewhat violent sex

The road you're driving down is a long one. You see it stretch all the way over to the horizon. You're surrounded by absolutely nothing. Every now and then you pass by a house that's surrounded by many acres of land. It's very spacious and different from your life in California but it gives you a sense of calm, you like it. You roll down your window and let the wind explore the inside of the car, carrying its fresh scent and filling your nose. “Where are you taking me?” you're eager to finally eat, after the intense night you had yesterday, you craved food like crazy. He doesn't respond but instead you feel his hand grip your thigh. He looks over to you and gives you a smirk. “What are you doing?” your voice is soft and you're feeling the tingles fire back up between your thighs. “shhhh, don't fight back”. He continues dragging his hands from gripping your thigh to slide it between your thighs until you feel his fingertips graze your cunt. 

You’re wearing a white, flowy skirt and while he's still keeping an eye on the road, he lifts your skirt and slides his hand over to your soaked panties. “So wet for me already, doll?” a proud smirk growing on his face. You blush at the fact that you're wet, he had a diffrent type of spell on you. He starts rubbing your clit with all four of his fingers over your wet panties. You gasp and bite your lip, containing moans that would otherwise reveal how good it feels. Johnny sees you holding back and rubs slightly faster and harder, making it impossible to hold back. You let out little moans as you're firmly gripping the seat below you with both hands. He continues using his fingers to rub your sex, not even looking at you. “Take these off for me” he pulls your panties and lets go, letting it slap your pussy and you feel how the cool air grazes your slit. 

You start taking off your panties but leaving the skirt on. You slide them down your thighs and chuck them in the back seat. You position yourself so you're facing him and put your right leg up on the dash and let your other leg fall behind Johnny's seat. He looks over to your beautiful face, then to your glistening cunt, open and ready for him. He lets out a small chuckle and you smirk at him, not saying anything and just letting him watch your spread legs and tight little pussy. “If I wasn't me, I wouldn't know how to handle you darlin’”, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Lucky me, that you are you then”, you shoot the smirk back at him. 

After admiring your position he finally brings his hand over to you sex, letting his thumb find your clit and create tight circles around your clit. A moan escapes your lips and you lean your head back until your shoulders rest on the open window frame. Your head sticking out of the window and you feel the wind hit the side of your face as he rubs faster and faster. Your moans get increasingly desperate and you crave his fingers inside you. Without much warning, he slides his index and middle finger into you slowly. You gasp and hear Johnny's breathing get heavier as if he also was getting pleasure from fingering you. His left hand stays gripping the steering wheel and his gaze takes turns between looking at the long empty road and to your drenched pussy. He slides his fingers in and out of your cunt, first slow and sensual. He wants you to feel his fingers, feel his presence inside of your tight pussy.

Later he increases the speed and the wind blowing in your ears gets muffled over your own loud moans. His heavy breathing makes you wetter and you feel your walls closing and tightening over his fingers. “Mmh Johnny, I-mm gonna cum” your words are weak. Instead of keeping a steady pace, he increases the speed and intensity. He’s now pounding hard into your pussy that's getting tighter by the second, you're so close to cumming on his fingers. He starts rubbing your aching clit with his thumb and he's curling his fingers, pressing and caressing your g-spot. He rubs it hard and your moans turn into screams as his fingers freely traverse your insides. You look down at your pussy, seeing his fingers deep inside you. Your white cream coating his hands and dripping to the leather seat below you. “Cum on my fingers, princess” he looks into your eyes, giving you permission and it was as if that was required before you could cum. You cum on his fingers and let out a loud moan as you do so. Your walls tighten around his fingers and he slowly pulls his fingers out.

With shaky breaths, you bring your leg back to the front and the foot on the dash returns back to the car floor. You look at him and he meets your gaze and he licks your cum off his own fingers. His eyes are narrowed and you can tell he wasn't done with you. He grabs your face and pulls you closer to him. He looks at your lips, that are pouting due to the grip he has on you. “Now, let’s make that pretty little mouth of yours useful” he lets go of your face and looks back to the road. You continue looking at the side of his head as you unzip his jeans. You feel your mouth salivating and you bring your full attention to his jeans. You see how tight his jeans fit his bulge, he was so big and he was ready for your pretty little mouth. 

You slide his jeans down and he wiggles around, making it easier for you to slide them down a little to reveal his boxers and hard cock. Before you pull his dick out of his underwear, you look up to him, and he looks down to you with a smirk. You pull him close to give him a quick kiss. You couldn't help yourself. You love this man and this was your way of telling him how much you care about him. You see his smirk turn into a smile and he understands your message. 

You pull his hard cock out of his underwear and you hold it with both your hands, just admiring it for a second. You see the tip being wet from the  pre-cum leaking out and you bring your middle finger to it and pull it away. It was sticky and left a string as you pulled away. He looks down to your hyper-focused face and lets out a chuckle seeing your eyes explore his cock. He doesn't rush you and lets you take your time. You scoot back in your seat and lean closer to his member with your face as you lay your left hand on his abs and wrap your right hand around the bottom of his shaft. You lay your head to his thigh and look up to him with your doe eyes. He looks down and you feel his cock twitch, you can feel the hold you have over this man, it was reciprocated. You start by kissing the bottom of his shaft and continue peppering kisses up his dick, slow kisses and you make your way to his tip. He’s confused by this new sensation. He’s used to having his dick shoved down a woman's throat by now. But you're kissing it… making slow and loving work. 

You open your mouth when you reach his tip. You take a couple of breaths and let him feel your hot breath, tingling and teasing his tip. You stick out your tongue and create slow circles around his tip. His breath was already heavy from all your teasing, but now he let out a gasp. You can tell how much he wants you to just suck or stroke it. But for once, he lets you be in control. You continue licking his tip slowly, and eventually increase the speed until you finally, without warning, wrap your lips around his whole peak. He gasps and you moan as your mouth is filling with saliva. You hold your lips around his peak and continue circling your tongue around his tip. You suck slightly, creating pressure around his cock as your circles become faster and harder. “Fuckkkk darlin’ you’re too damn much” his voice is weak for once, and you realize you finally broke through the man’s tough exterior. 

You reward his vulnerability by letting your lips press harder around his cock and with the help of your slippery saliva, you're able to slide up and down his shaft. You're going down half his cock then back to the tip, then down again. You start off slow as you continue salivating, getting your mouth wetter, drenching his cock in your saliva. You moan into his cock and you're pleasured by his deep groans. He puts his right hand over your head, not putting any pressure, but just making his presence known. You start going at a faster pace and focus mainly on sucking his tip, occasionally circling your tongue around it or going a little further down his shaft. It’s sloppy, it’s soaking wet, it’s too damn much. Johnny’s not afraid to let you know with his grunts and moans how amazing it feels, how amazing you feel. 

After taking good care of his tip, you start inching closer and closer to the bottom of his shaft. You prepare yourself for taking his full length and girth in your throat. You've never been with a man with such size and you're slightly nervous whether or not you're able to take it. But you're determined, whether you like it or not, you will have Johnny's cock in your throat. You slide your lips off his dick and he lets out a frustrated sigh, you can tell how desperate he is, like he’s walking on eggshells trying to keep his patience with you. You give his tip a string of kisses. You look up at him and he looks weak, eyes still narrowed and he's biting his lips, containing himself to just push your head and force his length inside you. 

You take a deep breath and slide your lips all the way down to the bottom of his shaft. You feel his hands grip your hair and he lets out a wonderful groan. You feel his tip massage the back of your throat but you push it further. Your eyes start to water but his deep groans give you energy to push further despite your tears. You feel your throat open and swallow his hard cock. Johnny sounds desperate, his groans turn into grunts, grunts turn into loud moans. You've reached his full length and you feel proud over the fact that you were able to do it. You push a little further and you feel his hips buck into you, making his cock fill the walls of your throat. You feel full of him and you love every second of it, tears are streaming down your face. You make gurgling sounds that vibrate and give an unreal sensation for Johnny. But you won't let go and you continue gurgling and shoving his dick down and he continues bucking his hips and letting beautiful groans escape his throat. Only when you’re close to passing out from the lack of oxygen, do you let go and let your lips slide off his big cock. 

You wrap both your hands around his cock to replace your mouth. You use your hands stroking his length, up and down, fast and hard. He looks down at you and you see a smirk wanting to peek through but he is incapable of giving you any expression other than pure euphoria and numbness from how you ravaged his cock. “Fuckkk you’re making me cum, doll” he looks down at you and you continue stroking his cock with both hands, letting your hands stroke and twist his shaft. You look up at him and give him a smile and you pull closer and give him a passionate kiss. “Please cum for me daddy, I want to taste you”. Your voice is sensual and soft, you need to taste him, badly. 

You feel his cock twitch and you quickly bring your mouth to his tip as you continue stroking his shaft. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip. You want to catch every single drop, nothing is allowed to go to waste. You hear him let out a loud grunt as he empties himself in your mouth. With every load, you make sure to swallow and make room for the next. You're moaning into him and he tastes so good. You stroke his cock slowly, milking him to bring out every last drop. His cock jerks between your hands and he grabs your face and forcefully pulls you close to his lips. He kisses you passionately and intensely like he was refraining from kissing you. You kiss him back with some of his cum still remaining on your tongue, he didn't mind and happily swirled his tongue with yours. 

Link to episode one of the full series -> [Two Sides To The Devil]

#tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #ff #writing #fanfiction #johnny #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #smut #fem reader #johnny smut #johnny slaughter smut #johnny slaughter x reader #fluff #x reader

[drchucktingle]

reverse call out post

i have noticed that SOMETIMES it really bothers folks to discover i am sincere and not playing a character. that tinglers are deep artistic expression. i think it  because these few buckaroos are often kind and even politically left but had problematic ways just a few years back

these buckaroos are forced to confront their previous assumptions about neurodivergence and queerness, which is bound to happen as time trots on and cultural landscape evolves. but this sudden realization they have about themselves apparently MUST be ignored and pushed away

theres BIG TIME buckaroos on this very platform who publicly made fun of and gatekept my autism. these posts are STILL THERE. folks questioning my bisexuality. and these are buds who at one time worked with chuck and were pretending to ‘like me’ in way that i now see was irony

these are a previous generation of liberal ‘comedy forum’ buds who laugh and laugh at ‘ridiculous bad erotica’ and wrote as a money scheme. those who would later say with concern ‘chuck tingle is homophobic for making fun of queer erotica’. the same THEY might gleefully write

and i think their reaction is a way to deal with truth that THEY were doing these things ironically and have ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT that someone else couldve been creating joyful queer neurodivergent art during the same timeline with sincerity instead of irony.

so now as chuck gets taken more seriously they have to confront something. question of ‘wait, was i laughing at a real person the whole time? was i calling someone homophobic when in reality it is much more homophobic to MAKE that accusation, because queerness is not a monolith?’

old posts calling out chuck as fake, dehumanizing me, gatekeeping my place on spectrum of autism AND sexuality are still up. they wont be addressed because these folks cannot ever acknowledge they treated someones very existence as a joke. they will not admit THEY needed to grow

and honestly buckaroos, I FORGIVE THEM. nobody is dang perfect and the internet is swirling with irony poisoning. those folks on old forums were BATHING IN IT DAILY. it does not bother me because it is the past, but pondering on it during moments like this i am compelled to write

i do not bring this up to punish for past, but to hope buckaroos remember lesson in the future: you do not need to gatekeep. you do not need to make yourself the arbiter of others lifestyle and identity. you do not need to score online points as a way of proving your goodness.

proving love is complicated sometimes, and a big part or that complicated journey is accepting there are some unique buckaroos out there, buds who actually ENJOY making neurodivergent art and expressing their queerness in unique ways. who need time to learn THEMSELVES through art

it is my belief and suggestion that buds allow others this space. to accept them as they come. to TROT WITH THEM INTO THE FUTURE. thats a heck of a way to prove love is real. i think we can make this trot of sincerity together and DANG am i looking forward to it. LOVE IS REAL

#love is real #chuck tingle #buckaroo lifestyle #tingleverse

[power-handmaiden]

Day 21: Pounded By The Gay Color Changing Dress

now that there are many Chuck Tingle fans following my blog I just thought I would mention: THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE ZONE

I have a feeling people are less likely to pick up this tingler nowadays because it references an old meme, but I hope I'm wrong! It really utilizes the idea well. No lie, if you asked me to rank my favorite tinglers of all time, this one would make it into the top 5. I could write a whole essay about this tingler. I'll keep it as brief as I can stand to.

I have a pretty bad memory and I forget the plots even to stories I enjoyed a lot, but this is a tingler I never forgot about. Specifically the ending. I remember where I was when I first read this, I remember yelling "WHAT?" out loud and my pet rabbit stomping at me for the outburst.

Aside from the fact that the love interest is a sentient dress, this one feels like a normal romance at first. The dress is a cool, confident, famous guy who saves the protagonist in a confrontation with a creep, they go back to his place to fuck, the dress says that he isn't after a relationship but ends up confessing his love in a moment of passion, this all feels familiar! Until the protagonist meets his surreal end.

It felt completely out of left field when I first read it... this time, knowing how it ends, I saw it foreshadowed in the protagonist's established self-destructive dating habits. Without changing anything about his own approach he thinks he's suddenly stumbled on the guy he dreams of rescuing him from that pattern, but he's only found someone that he can easily project that idea on to. It was never really about the duality; it was about how we perceive a dichotomy when the truth is more complicated than society gives us the mental tools to process.

(My nonbinary ass might just be reading too far into things though; like the dress, this tingler is wide open to multiple interpretations)

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

Honestly nothing. We have had multi-day flood warnings and I am turning into a mushroom. Temperatures will be dropping back into the 30s (F) starting tomorrow. My neuropathy has been acting up and I've been limping around stiffly. I am one of Those People Who Talk About the Weather because it actually affects my quality of life, goddammit.

Reblogs of interest

Tumblr Live is Dead.

No, Chuck Tingle is NOT Literally Whoever. When would Chuck have time to secretly be the Homestuck guy?

The worst thing about finally accepting your disability limitations is when other people don't.

How to stop your phone camera from being a joyless nihilist

“Someone around here has to get things done, and unfortunately, it’s going to be me”

“Sun Tzu, after desperately trying to explain extremely basic logic to a bunch of upper-class twits, basically sat down and wrote the most elaborate ‘As per my last email’ ever”

Yes, you will find old people attractive when you are old people

“and then I go WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND I KNOW THOSE MONSTERS”

Quiz: What are you the deity of?

He would fucking say that

Blorbo Peckins sweep (when I tell you I can’t wait for the vintage ladies polls)

Video

Poppy Playtime chapter 3 drops this week, complete with a giant screeching purple cat to chase gamers around. 

“His name is Richard Parker, by the way.” The tiger puppet in this video, not the screaming purple cat. 

The sacred texts

I didn’t have a Sacred Text for this week, and then “sharks are smooth as hell” came by again.

Personal tag of the week

Let’s go with... sharks.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

[fanficshiddles]

Necessary Evil, Chapter 5

Note: Mention of suicide.

Sarah was still riding on a high of adrenaline as Sophie was last to confess, then she joined everyone in the crowd. She hugged Sarah tightly and they were both smiling extensively.

‘Weirdly exhilarating, isn’t it?’ Sophie laughed.

‘It sure is.’ Sarah nodded in agreement. ‘I’m glad you’re still here, even if at the time it didn’t feel like you wanted to be saved, I’m glad your friend found you in time.’ She said softly as she gave Sophie another hug.

‘Thanks… It feels good to have finally shared it, aside from my friend, no one else knew about the attempt. If my parents ever find out though, they’d be broken.’ Sophie sighed, it felt like a weight was off her shoulders. She had tried to commit suicide when she was fifteen, thankfully a friend found her in time and got her to the hospital.

There was two people that had decided not to do it. Molly was one of them, who even after seeing Sarah and the others confess, she still couldn’t do it. Sarah wasn’t sure where she disappeared to, along with another girl who, while she did confess, didn’t trust everyone enough to catch her when she fell. So, Loki wouldn’t allow her to join, for her untrust. Sarah just assumed they’d been chucked out of the building and didn’t give them another thought.

‘I was a little worried that I was over-sharing, a bit extreme.’ Sarah said sheepishly to Matt and Hanna after everyone was told to enjoy the party by Loki.

‘Not at all. I hit a dog by accident with my car a few years ago, I was in such a panic I just drove off and left it… I heard later that it passed away. I felt awful, but sharing with everyone here helped me to get over it.’ Hanna shared.

‘I had anger issues when I was younger, I was ashamed that I had beat up my then girlfriend. I did get therapy to help get through my anger, but I’m not ashamed anymore. Loki and everyone here forgave me, and it’s helped me to move on. Helped me to realise that I can’t help who I am, but I can work on bettering myself.’ Matt said.

‘Jen had a baby about four years ago, but couldn’t cope so abandoned the baby outside of a hospital. Casey posted nude pictures of her boyfriend online after a nasty breakup, causing him to lose his job… What I’m trying to say is, that we all have something we were ashamed of, but it’s ok because we are only human. We make mistakes, it’s what we do in the present and the future that counts. And being around the right people.’ Hanna said.

Sarah nodded, she was surprised hearing these stories, but felt really accepted and that she might just have found where she belongs. ‘I never thought I’d be able to share my story with anyone, but it just kind of felt… right.’

‘That’s how you know you’re meant to be here, with us. As one of the family.’ Loki had sneaked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a squeeze as he spoke, making her jump slightly but she relaxed when she realised who it was, though her heart did flutter a little from his closeness.

‘Is there anything you need us to do tonight, Loki?’ Matt asked him.

‘No, not at all. I just want everyone to enjoy themselves tonight, get to know our new family.’ Loki smiled as he moved to stand next to Sarah.

‘I’ll drink to that!’ Hanna cheered and held up her drink.

Loki chuckled and turned to Sarah. ‘I see your cup is empty, come on, let’s get you another drink.’ He motioned towards the bar.

Sarah went with Loki to get a drink, getting a funny look and a wink from Sophie as she walked away, Sarah just shook her head at her.

Loki began pouring Sarah a drink, he’d noticed what she was drinking earlier. When he handed the cup to her, he let his fingers brush lightly against hers, making her skin tingle.

‘I was impressed with the way you stepped up earlier to go first. Tell me, did you do it for Molly?’ Loki asked as he began pouring himself his own drink.

‘I uhh… yeah, I felt a little bad for her so thought if I went first, it would help her to see it was ok to do. I’m sorry if that was wrong, if I spoke out of term.’ Sarah said sheepishly.

‘No, no, not at all. I thought it was very brave and kind of you to do, helping out someone in need. I get the feeling, that’s the kind of person you are, someone that goes out of their way to help another?’

Sarah found her cheeks heating up, she wasn’t able to maintain eye contact with him, he was rather intense.

‘Thank you. Yeah, I guess I do like to help people when they need, if I can help, that is.’

‘That’s a good quality to have. However, I am guessing sometimes people take advantage of that?’ Loki asked knowingly.

‘It has happened sometimes. I try and avoid those people now.’ Sarah shrugged.

Loki nodded. ‘There’s a fine line between helping people and making sure they don’t take advantage. If you ever have any issues with anyone here doing that, please come and talk to me. I’d like to think that all of your brothers and sisters won’t do that, but if they do, let me know.’ Loki reached out and squeezed her upper arm.

‘Thank you. I will.’ Sarah smiled.

Andy and Maddie walked over to where Loki and Sarah were.

‘Welcome to the family.’ Andy said to Sarah with a smile.

‘Thank you. I’m glad to be here.’ Sarah grinned widely.

‘Setting fire to your school, must’ve been rather scary?’ Andy asked.

‘I don’t remember being scared, as such. I just remember being really angry. It wasn’t until afterwards that I started to feel guilty and ashamed for what I did.’

‘Ashamed no more, though.’ Loki assured her and she nodded in agreement.

‘Well, it’s not as bad as killing someone. I’m so glad to be over that shame.’ Maddie said in a stuck-up manner.

Loki raised his eyebrow at Maddie. ‘Assisting your terminally ill mother to die, under her own wishes, isn’t quite the same as killing someone in cold blood.’ He corrected her.

Maddie looked down and scratched the back of her head, then she shrugged. ‘Well, I still felt like a murderer for so long, until I found Loki. I owe him everything.’ She said giddily as she gazed up at Loki and fluttered her eyelashes.

Sarah noticed that Loki didn’t seem to take her on at all. He looked at Andy again instead. ‘Did you see Molly and Lisa out?’

‘Yeah, no need to worry about them.’ Andy nodded.

‘Good. Go enjoy the party, I’m just getting to know Sarah here a bit more. I’ll release her to everyone again soon enough.’ He grinned and winked at Sarah, making her cheeks heat up again.

Andy and Maddie looked a little put out, but they took Loki’s hint and wandered off, but not without a glare at Sarah from over Maddie’s shoulder.

‘Has anyone told you that you are adorable when you blush?’ Loki asked Sarah with a grin as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, making her cheeks turn as red as a tomato.

‘Uh… no… not until now.’ Sarah giggled after getting over the initial surprise of his comment, making Loki laugh.

‘Well, you most certainly are.’ He winked at her.

Sarah found herself incredibly flustered and Loki enjoyed how he was able to make her that way with just a little touch and a nice comment.

‘So, what was your shame? Have you shared with everyone else, too?’ Sarah asked curiously. Even though he was the leader, she still thought he should at least be doing the same as everyone else and sharing his past deeds.

‘I have indeed shared. I did a lot of bad things back home on Asgard, almost killed the King of Asgard, my father. I killed many people from my own true kind, betrayed them. I was incredibly jealous of my brother and did bad things to spite him. Finding you all here, has allowed me to share in my shame and see a way forward from it. It’s a step closer to my curse being broken.’

Sarah just stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he’d told her. It hadn’t exactly been what she was expecting to hear.

‘You still don’t believe that I’m a God, do you?’ Loki smirked and raised an eyebrow.

‘Well… no, not really. I’m sorry, it’s just kind of hard to believe without solid proof.’ Sarah said honestly, she felt a bit bad for not believing him. She hoped that it wouldn’t cause any trouble for her if she didn’t believe him, maybe she should’ve just kept quiet.

He gripped her chin gently and gazed into her eyes, making all of her insides melt, and her knees turned to jelly.

‘Don’t worry, darling. You’ll have proof soon enough.’

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #necessary evil #Loki fic

[hellabigsimp]

Distraction | Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Summary: Where training gets a little hot and heavy, as Steve can be quite distracting when shirtless.

Warnings: Minors aren’t welcome!! unprotected sex (wrap it up please!), female receiving, kissing, nipple sucking, rough sex, mentions of bruises/marks, Steve Rogers because he deserves his own warning to be honest

A/N: honestly, there’s no reason for me to be writing this apart from the fact that he’s all over my social media and I can’t escape him. Not that I am complaining. So enjoy so filth with our favourite captain!! Also, first time writing smut in god knows how long, so if you think it’s utter shit, blame it on that!!

Masterlist

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It had been going on for a little while. You weren’t sure when things had changed between you and Steve, but one day, it was like a light switch had gone off and you both just fell into each other’s beds.

It wasn’t anything serious, that was the first rule you made for yourself, but goddamn did he make it hard sometimes. When he would get a little rough with you during sex, your mind would go blank and you’d just melt.

He would always apologise if he left a bruise here and there, but you could see how his eyes lingered a little longer on them, how his fingers always seemed to find that spot.

But neither of you spoke about it. Neither of you wanted to cross that line.

“Come on,” Steve says. “No day dreaming while training, you know the rules.”

You look over at Steve. He had been helping you train ever since you joined the team. He claimed that if you could take down a super soldier, then you could face nearly anything.

You’d been training for a little over two hours now, your were covered in a thin layer of sweat, your muscles and joints ached, spending more time getting thrown around then actually fighting. You still couldn’t take him down, it frustrated you to no end.

Somewhen during the two hours Steve had taken his top off, using it as a towel to wipe his sweat off and chucked it carelessly to the side. You had tried not to get distracted by his broad chest and how defined his muscles were, but every once in a while your eyes would drift down, watching how the sweat glistened on his abs, how you wanted to do many sinful things to his body.

“I’m not daydreaming,” you huff, bouncing on your feet as you hold your fists up, ready for him. “Now let me kick your ass.”

Steve chuckled. “No chance sweetheart.”

You waste not time in rushing forward, aiming to punch that goddamn perfect face of his, but you knew he saw it coming. With complete ease, he had already grabbed your wrist, twisted you around locking your arm around your front and pulling him close to you.

You could feel his bare chest on your skin where your sports didn’t cover, his semi hard cock pressed snugly between your ass cheeks. You let out a small gasp as he moves his hips slightly, pressing it further into you.

“You look incredibly sexy when you’re frustrated,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “You drive me crazy sweetheart.”

You couldn’t breath. You were sure that your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how hard it was pumping.

“You’ve been looking at me shirtless for the last hour, you’ve been getting sloppy, am I distracting you sweetheart?”

You hadn’t realised he had noticed, but he was damn observant sometimes, so you weren’t surprised. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your body tingling, you were hyper aware of where he was touching, your skin felt like fire under his touch. You were sure you were about to combust.

Instinctively, you push back against him slightly, addicted to the way he felt. You couldn’t deny that you loved how big and tall he was, how he swamped you completely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rogers.”

Your words were shaky and hoarse, you were sure he knew how turned on you were getting. His brought his spare hand up to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and finger, making you look up at him. “Lying now, huh? What am I going to do with you.”

He holds you for a second more before loosening his grip on you, spinning you around so that you were now flush against him, your breasts pressed up against him.

“I have a few ideas,” he whispers, using his free hand that was gripping you chin, he bends down slightly, gripping your ass, lifting you up with ease. You wrap your legs around him instantly. He places your other hand by his shoulder, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. You were both so close. “I think it’s time we take a shower, don’t you sweetheart?”

You bite you lip, shivers down you spine at what he was offering. You nod, words escaping you. This man left you utterly speechless most of the time, especially in the bedroom as he transformed into a man with a filthy mind and mouth.

He held you as he walked to the changing rooms attached to the training room. Both of you never looking away, the hunger and lust growing ever more. You were dripping, you knew it. This man had an effect on you like no other.

Before you knew it, Steve had pushed your back up against the cold tile wall causing you to gasp and arch your back. He captures your lips, kissing you deeply, swallowing your gasp. You didn’t even notice him turning in the shower until the cold water hit you both.

You broke away from the kiss, looking at Steve. “Someone could walk in,” you breathed.

“Let them,” Steve murmured, watching your lips. He didn’t hesitate as he kissed you again, the sweet taste of his toothpaste coming through. Kissing him was heaven, he always kissed you like a dying man, like he could get enough. It was addictive.

The water was soaking both your sports wear, making it stick to you uncomfortably. You groaned and tried to gracefully take your sport bra off without breaking the kiss, but you were unsuccessful at best.

Steve almost growls as you break the kiss again. “My bra, Steve,” you say breathless, indicating that you wanted it off. He wastes no time, using his hips to hold you up, his erection fully pressed against you. He grabs the bra and just rips it in two, the material basically shredding under his strength.

He curses under his breath as he takes in the sight of you breasts. He leans forwards, peppering kisses from your throat down to your nipple, the closer he got the more your body ached and tingled, the anticipation tightening low inside your stomach.

You moan out as he takes your nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to pinch the other. His mouth was warm and wet, the sudden intensity of his mouth causing your body to almost convulse with pleasure. Gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you, you moan out his name, causing him to suck a little harder.

He switches nipple, making sure to give you as much attention as possible. Steve was always a pleasure giver, he loved seeing you come undone under him. His mouth, his fingers or his cock, anything to see you mewl out his name.

“Steve please,” you whine, pushing against his erection. There was no need for preparation, Steve’s effect on you meant you were always ready. “I need you.”

Steve chuckled, the warm air on your nipple made you gasp. You were both soaked from the shower, his hair stuck to his forehead, sweatpants dangerously low on his hips from being soaked.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies, slowly lowering you to the ground, making sure you were stable enough on your feet to stand, although you were sure your knees would give out if he didn’t support you again soon. He sheds his own sweatpants, his cock springing free. The very sight made your mouth water.

He knelt down in front of you, pushing you back against the tile wall again. He looks up at you through his lashes, smirking as he hooks his fingers in your sport leggings, tugging them down torturously slow, feathering kisses on the new skin exposed. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, he made sure you felt everything.

He stopped his kisses just before the top of you knee, slipped the leggings off your feet and discarding them somewhere. He uses both his hands, forcing your legs apart slightly as he takes you in, breathing in deeply, his pupils dilating. He was prey, finally getting his reward.

“Look at you sweetheart,” he runs his finger along the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. The teasing delicious yet so, so cruel. “So wet.”

You weren’t expecting him to lean forward and run his tongue along your slit, but when he did, the new feeling nearly sent you over the edge, the coil inside you tightening. You were so close to coming undone and he had barely touched you. You moaned loudly, your hands finding his hair and gripping it tightly.

You could feel the rumble of Steve laughing as he starts lapping at your pussy, his tongue sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through you. Steve was talented at many things.

This was one of them.

“Please,” you managed to choke out through the moans. “I need to be filled by you. Please.”

Steve loved when you begged for it. The first time you had, he nearly came from your words alone.

He kissed back up to your mouth, making sure to suck on both nipples as he did. He cupped your cheek again, looking at you.

You were already a wreck and he hasn’t even fucked you. Your body felt alive, every nerve on edge, hypersensitive to where his body was pressed against yours.

“Anything you need,” Steve whispered, kissing you once more. The salty taste of your own juices combined with Steve’s own taste made you moan, it was like a drug.

He lifted you up again, his cock pressed against your pussy, rubbing teasingly, his hips moving languidly against you. You were so close, so close to coming undone but you didn’t want to yet, you needed him in you.

As if he heard your mental please, he brings his hips back before lining up and slowly pushing in. The gradual feeling of being full made your mouth fall open, your eyes closed, focusing solely on the intense feeling of Steve filling you, stretching you.

There was a fine line between pleasure and pain and someone how Steve was able to go toe the line perfect. You were a snug fit around his cock, your pussy pulsing as he continued to fill you.

“Look at me sweetheart, I want you to watch me as I fuck you,” Steve’s husky voice brought you back to reality, as he pushed all the way in, fully seated in you. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing. I can’t hold back now.”

You heed his warning and wrapped your arms around his neck just as he pulls out and snaps his hips back against you. The sudden thrust made you let out made you speechless, whatever moan lost in your throat, your mouth wide open. You watch Steve, his eyes hooded, his mouth parted as he pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

His thrusts were hard and unforgiving, your back hitting the wall hard enough that you were sure you would bruise again, his hips smashed against your skin. You were sure there would be marks, not that you cared. Your own nails were dug deep into his skin, probably enough to draw blood but Steve didn’t care as he carried on his onslaught of thrusts. Both of you marking each other in the only way you knew.

The only sound in the shower block was the wet sound of him in you, the water and the breathless moans coming from both of you. His hands were holding you in place, his fingers dug into your skin, his pace quickening.

With another snap of his hips, he shifted up slightly, bringing your hips forward and up slightly. With the new angle you cried out, tears pricking your eyes as he hit the right spot inside you. He smirked as he found it, the realisation spurring him on.

“I’m close Steve,” you cry out, feeling the coiling of pleasure deep in your lower belly. Your muscles were tense but your mind was in complete bliss. You could feel the familiar build of your own orgasm, you weren’t sure you could hold off much longer.

“Come for me sweetheart, come around my cock,” Steve grunted, thrusting into you again and again. With his words of encouragement, you let out a cry as your whole body gives into the pleasure. It felt like you were floating for a few seconds. You weren’t sure what was going on around, you could only feel Steve as he buried himself in you, his cock throbbing as he meets his own climax.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “What are you doing to me?”

You let out a breathless laugh. You weren’t sure what you were doing to him, but if it was anything like the way he made you feel, you were both equally screwed.

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I'm just gonna throw this one out there since the thought won't leave my brain. What if F! Reader, and Crosshair when put together are absolute trolls to TBB, pulling pranks and creating minor inconveniences for everyone for their own amusement. Then the day arrives when he pranks the F! Reader and takes a little too far (exchange sugar for salt in the caf? Idk, you choose!). She chases him down to give him a piece of her mind, and mid-punch into his armor, he catches her hand.

Hi! I'm so sorry this took so long! Hope this is worth the wait! Also, I misread part of it so its reader and Crosshair pranking eachother not tbb as a whole. Sorry about that 😬 But I hope you like it anyway!

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Impractical Jokesters

You started a game that Crosshair is now determined to finish.

Warnings: Playing pranks on people I guess? Some lovey dovey stuff at the end. Making out?

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"Okay, I'm gonna ask this once and only once!" Crosshair growled stalking down the ramp to where you were sitting outside the Marauder reading a book. He looked annoyed. "Are you responsible for this?!"

He flicked his hand towards you angrily, flinging globs of sticky green sap into the dirt by your feet. You choked, lifting the book to cover your face - partially to protect yourself from the slime but mostly so that he wouldn't see the wicked grin you were trying so hard to hide. Taking a deep breath you peeked over the book to look at him, feigning an innocent look. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Crosshair. Go bother someone else."

He shook his head and growled in frustration. He knew. He totally knew.

A grin split across your face.

"Don't worry, Tech said the stuff isn't poisonous or anything."

He turned back to the ship but not before chucking his slime covered glove at you. "You're washing this out."

Kriff. That did it. You couldn't help the howling laughter that bubbled from your gut, bringing tears to your eyes. "Just admit it Cross, I got you good!"

He paused at the top of the ramp, turning to face you as he leaned against the hatchway with his arms crossed. His face was eerily calm. A slight smirk graced his lips for a brief second. If you were any less perceptive you would have missed it altogether. There was a sharp glint of danger in his dark eyes that sent tingles through your core, down to your feet. Oh, this could be fun. You flexed your toes, suppressing a grin.

Crosshair seemed to study you intently for a few seconds, twisting the toothpick in his mouth between his thumb and finger before abruptly turning to go back inside; but not before tossing the toothpick over his shoulder. It landed in the dirt in front of you.

"Oh you have no idea what you've just started, kitten. Better watch your back." He smirked to himself as he walked back into the ship before you could respond.

Your lips suddenly felt very dry and you licked them, letting your eyes linger on the hatch long after he'd gone back into the ship. Oh yes. This could be very fun indeed.

***

When Crosshair said to watch your back, you had a funny feeling he actually meant it. You could feel the his gaze burning across your skin as you walked back into the ship. Crosshair wanted you on edge. That was the fun of it. He'd wait until your guard was down and then he'd strike. It would come without warning. You shot a cocky smile behind you, refusing to let him see just how deep beneath your skin he'd gotten. The suspense was killing, but the thought of Crosshair lying in wait somewhere - it excited you.

A few hours later, you stood by the caf machine, happy for a break from rewiring the control panel. It was tedious to say the least, but you owed it to Tech. You twirled a small wrench between your fingers thoughtfully. He'd seen you eyeing the toolset in town and it was imperative you had good tools to do your job, so he'd bought them for you.

The ramp to the Marauder hissed open and you jumped violently, gasping in pain as the fresh caf sloshed over your fingers. Not scared....just prepared, you told yourself. Hunter grunted as he clambered up the ramp and dropped a large crate down onto the floor. He glanced over quizzically, hearing the sudden crescendo of your pulse. "What's got you so jumpy today?"

"N-nothing!" you stuttered, shaking the caf off of your burnt fingers.

He raised an eyebrow, "Whatever you say." He turned back towards the ramp, tossing you a pair of work gloves. "Come help me bring the supplies in. Wrecker and Omega already left for Cid's and Tech and Echo are working on getting the engines up and running."

You nodded, "Where's Crosshair?"

Hunter shrugged, "No idea. He said he had to grab a few things in town. He should be back soon."

Keeping your guard up all day was exhausting. By the time you finished helping Hunter, Crosshair had returned and vanished once again. As the day went on, you let his threat slip to the back of your mind, slowly but surely letting your guard down.

"Go get some rest, y/n." Hunter jerked his head towards the bunks. "We'll wake you in a couple hours."

"Sounds good to me."

You walked to the fresher. The door slid the door open releasing a bucket of freezing cold water. A shriek flew from your lips as you stood there in shock, dripping wet. Footsteps clambered quickly in your direction.

"Y/n!?" shouted Wrecker. He was the first on the scene. "What happened!?" Hunter followed behind him with a similar look of confusion written all over his face. Rendered speechless, all you could do was sputter. Omega's hand over her mouth did little to stifle the giggles.

A grunt of amusement from behind caused you to spin around. Crosshair was leaning against the wall with folded arms and a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You look like a drowned tooka." He mocked as he removed the toothpick from between his teeth.

Blowing water from your lips, you glared at him.

Crosshair simply shrugged. He twisted a toothpick between his fingers and pointed it towards you. "I did warn you."

You wrung the soaked shirt in your hands, flicking the water droplets at him.

Hunter glanced between the two of you. He could definitely hear the way your pulse soared. Hopefully he would simply chalk it up to shock due to the icy water, but the narrow-eyed look he shot you as he slowly guided Omega back to the cockpit, said otherwise.

You turned back to Crosshair, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, mirroring his posture perfectly.

"So this is what it's is gonna be, huh?" You questioned, slowly looking up at him. Your heart beat wildly in your chest.

He looked down at you, eyes darkening as they met your own determined gaze.

"Do you really want to play this game with me?" He asked dangerously.

You nodded. "You're on, Crosshair"

He rolled his eyes and smirked, "Just remember, you started this."

You chuckled.

If Crosshair wanted a war, Crosshair would get a war.

You chose the wrong girl, my friend.

***

As promised, the pranks continued on for the rest of the week. The harder Crosshair hit, the harder you hit back.

He'd put salt in your caf instead of sugar and in return you wrapped his bunk in plastic wrap. He stuck dye into your shampoo, and you retaliated by replacing his hand soap with lube. Back and forth, back and forth; neither of you wanted to give the other satisfaction by giving up.

"Seriously Crosshair?" You fished out another plastic cockroach from your cereal bowl. To his credit, they did look real. "That's all you've got?"

His sharp eyes glistened dangerously like steely knives as he shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know."

***

The next day he struck again.

"CROSSHAIR!" You yelled across the ship. You were beyond mad now. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "Too far! You've gone way too far this time!"

You were met with silence. Where was everyone? Crosshair had crossed a major line by messing with your tools.

"I needed that wrench today!" You yelled. The wrench in question was now glued to the palm of your hand. "Get out here now!"

Still silence.

You would never mess with his Firepuncher or anything that could potentially compromise a mission, yet the boundaries of your games had slowly been fading away.

Hunter poked his head from the cockpit.

"Crosshair's outside, y/n. What's the problem?"

"What's the problem!?" you yelled. Hunter winced.

"THIS! This is the problem!" You shook your hand at him. Your right hand; the hand you used to work your tools and now your wrench was stuck fast in your grip.

"He GLUED my wrench to my HAND!" You wiggled your fingers to prove your point and the wrench stuck fast. Omega was now standing by Hunter, drawn out of her room by your outburst.

"Wow," she giggled, "that's certainly not...handy."

Hunter choked on his caf. Omega smacked him on the back.

"That was a good one." He chuckled, ruffling her hair.

Omega beamed, then looked back down at the wrench in your hand. She couldn't tell if the tears in your eyes were of pain or anger. Probably both.

"I'm gonna kill him!" A frustrated growl emanated from the back of your throat. Crosshair would pay for this.

The door hissed open and you stepped outside. Crosshair, where are you?

"Tech!" You shouted, catching sight of him sitting in the grass tinkering away at some device that may have once been a thermal detonator and was now...something else.

He glanced up at you as you stalked over to him. "What's wr- "

"Where's Crosshair!?" you snarled, not giving him the chance to finish.

Tech shrugged. "I believe he went into town but I- "

"Great." You interrupted and hopped on a speeder leaving Tech looking quite bewildered.

Strangely enough, Crosshair was fairly easy to find and it almost seemed like he wanted to be found. By you.

He said nothing as he allowed you to drag him into an alleyway, shooting poisonous glares at anyone who looked your way.

"What the hell, Crosshair!?"

He smirked, taking in your disheveled appearance. The silence only further induced your fury. He was doing this on purpose.

That was it. You'd had enough.

"Why the hell would you think this is okay!?" Your voice cracked as you lifted your eyes, expecting some kind of response. Something. Guilt? Anger? Amusement? But Crosshair simply shrugged. You saw red and balled your fist, swinging without thinking.

In an instant he grabbed your shaking fist in his hand and stepped forward, pushing you up against the wall.

"Are you done?" he growled. He was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You shivered, slowly losing the will to fight back. Your legs already felt weak. He moved forward, pinning your wrists to the bricks behind you and forcing a knee between your thighs. Your breath quickened.

"I think this has gone on long enough, don't you?"

It was your turn to be silent. Your eyes once aflame with anger, were burning with something else. Something deeper and much more passionate. His eyes wandered your body, coming up to meet your eyes. Crosshair wanted you as much as you wanted him.

He shoved his lips against yours with a hot, hungry urgency. He looked back up at you and smirked. He had you at his mercy and he knew it.

"I win."

"Crosshair," you shivered as he teased his hands slowly down your sides. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. "I love where this is going, but please, can we first get this thing off my hand?"

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If a friend ever says let’s jump off a building…. Ignore them. Danny did not enjoy it this time. 0 out of 10 stars. Would not do as human again. Now as a ghost, it’s a grand time. Even if he’s just being chucked off a roof it's fun. Skulker isn’t even alone when it comes to chucking him off before. It was common day practice. Just not as human.

Fleeing from the contaminated was becoming too much of a norm. There had now been three people out of the four he’s interacted with that were death/ecto touched. Gotham must like to hold on to her citizens. That or the nightlife here is a lot more lethal than in Amity. It wasn’t permanent back home; they were already dead. Here the living just seemed to have death latched to them.

Robin had been touched by death itself. Not even Sam, Tucker, or Jazz set his ghost sense off. Maybe it's because of the corrupt ectoplasma. Could it have just lingered? No matter how the ectoplasma stuck to him it did.  Nightwing even less so than Robin. Neither was comparable to red.

He probably should have heard them out. Then again, they shouldn’t have snuck up on him. They made him panic. The fault is on them. Besides, the whole government is probably after him. Why risk talking to them? Legally he is non-sentient. The two also cost him one of his favorite sweatshirts. It was still crumpled up on the roof. It would have been useable after he washed the blood off it.

Gotham was a cruel place. He didn’t care what Lady Gotham said. This place was not safe. His run-in with two vigilantes and some guy in a red mask. Plus, he’s already re-injured himself. Was it technically his own fault yes. That’s beside the point. It all just points to this place not working out for him.

Being able to freely use his powers was not worth it. Regardless of the powers being hidden, he couldn’t even use them.

Calling his powers had his whole body starting to tingle. Slowly zapping away his strength. Only then to have pain shoot through him until he called them off. Just like when John Fenton nightingale had him surrounded by blood blossoms. When he had been forced to the ground and completely immobile. Those flowers when he was a ghost nearly killed him.

As time was going on it was getting worse. The journey to Gotham is a tad fuzzy, but he could maintain his form for longer than five minutes. Now he could hardly use them. Lady Gotham may fully hide his signature; his belt would work just fine without his powers.

Agent K or O he thinks said they injected him with some blood blossoms. Until he healed it may be best to stop using them altogether.

The so-called “safety” the city offered didn’t matter; he is currently hiding in the sewers. Which had the most ectoplasma in an enclosed space he has ever been in. The Fenton portal let less out than what was here. Death is half of his identity, but this is ridiculous.

He’s been walking around aimlessly for who knows how long. Wherever he pops up the two reasons he jumped off a roof should be long gone.

This city lacked safety precautions. The sewers back home were harder to get out of and he didn’t have to deal with vigilantes. You’d think they’d monitor the sewers. It’s a good place to hide out.

Time to find someplace to get some coffee and food. He money he could spend. Danny could figure out where to go next at the café.

***

Dick was busy lecturing Damian on not leaving the manor. His little stunt as Robin was not going over well. Danny was most likely a meta. That kind of disappearing act would be nearly impossible for a human. Perhaps the shadow that consumed him was a part of that. Possibly a type of teleportation. Dick had also grabbed a sweatshirt that had dried blood. Danny had to be seriously injured.

Tim had already done a complete breakdown of the acts. He highlighted every instant that goes against the metahuman protection. Only to then be kicked out of the Batcave. Being told to go to bed. Which was ridiculous. There was so much more to this. He had no solid answers, minus the acts needing to be overturned. The more info they investigate the more problems pop up. Stripping an entire species of their rights had to be an intergalactic crime. If this didn’t get handled the lanterns would end up involved. Of course, the United States had to mess around. Time for them to find out.

To keep up he needs his coffee. Once Bruce, Steph, and Cass get back he’d be ready to go through the data they’ll be bringing. Time for operation get caffeine. It was his turn to ditch the unlawful grounding. He was an adult. Just a quick in-and-out mission. No one would even be aware.

A trip to the Traffic Light Café. Get his coffee and be back within the hour.

Tim had to make a choice. Tell everyone he snuck out and had eyes on Danny. Then receive a lecture much like Damian. Or he could approach Danny and make contact as a civilian. No need to inform them. The whole jumping off a roof to avoid them makes him think they won’t make much progress as vigilantes. Tim just had to talk them up. Hopefully making Danny less inclined to run.

Duke was closer in age and may be able to be more effective. Then again Tim could at least get a head start at the whole were not bad people thing. Multiple people talking them up would do wonders. If he continued to run off no one would benefit. Danny needed help and likely medical attention.

Upon entering the café Danny seemed to shiver and then look directly at him. It could be explained by the bell on the door. Tim didn’t think that was the case. Danny had to have sensed him. Without the full story of the roof incident what he did hear was how Danny essentially woke up as soon as Dick had him in his sight.

He didn’t immediately bolt when Tim got in line behind him. Now all he had to do was not mess this up.

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