#snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

Your turn for unhinged Alan character question, top three 🐱 eating connoisseur.

Snape: king of oral. Could feast for days. See @missmeasured’s latest fic for more details.

Sinclair: loves to eat, as we know, and that includes pussy.

Metatron: he makes up for lack of peen by having a talented mouth 😋

#snowblossomtumbles

[thetorturedpoetsintern]

Congrats on the milestone❤️❤️!!! It's what u deserve bc u are lovely and wonderful 😤

Now I heard you were looking for headcanons and thoughts and i would like to deliver one for our dearest grumpy dungeon bat bc of course i do 🫠🫠

One of my favorite things to think about and rotate in my brain like a rotisserie chicken is Sev and the relationship he has with his S/O parents! Hear me out now😂

I love the thought of his S/O being close to their family and them just being very family oriented and when they first bring him around to the fams, he's so thrown off by how friendly everyone is. Like they want to get to know him as much as possible to a point Sev is like please get me out of here??? This is intrusive??

And S/O has to be like everyone please chill ur making him more anxious🫠🫠. Anyways I like thinking about how the relationships grow and out of the blue S/O's parents just causally call Sev their son. Like they come for a visit again and they are like "There is our favorite son!!!" 😩😩😭 Like they are his parents now even if he didnt ask for it and they are gonna treat him like their kid. UGHGH i just want him to have some healthy parental role models!!!

(Also is this how I have my OCs parents act with him it sure the heck is and i have no shame he deserves happiness 🥴)

Thank u for letting me roll up in ur asks and sending u a whole essay 😂😂 and congrats again🥳🥳

Thank you so much darling 🤍 I asked for essays and I got an essay so no worries 😅

Severus having a healthy relationship with his in-laws is what the found family trope should mean in my opinion. The boy with absent parents found ones in the family of his s/o.

Now he's their son too and imagine all the fussing around Sev would do next to his now mother when his child gets born because he wants to be there for every possible advice in the planet. Maybe he's helping her in her garden, he has the baby near his chest in those backpack like things, baby sleeping soundly, while he and his mother-in-law plug some weeds and she is telling him all there is to know about newborns.

His father-in-law plays boardgames with him, they drink their coffee together and he insists on bringing Severus to meet his friends or go to his favorite sports.

And when they all come together imagine the movie nights, the chaos, the comments, the crying. What if Severus cries watching Titanic?

There's a lot more to think about and what you and I thought of is just the tip of the iceberg 😩

#severus snape #snape x reader #sapphiremouse's celebration of love #snowblossomtumbles

[renee561]

Gimme the deets on granny and ur oc!

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

please and thank u!

Ok this very much depends on the au.

Flowers is part of a larger verse that they just want to be with each other and fighting against the evil blue fairy that trys to tell them that their 30+ year marriage and that their granddaughter's love with Jiminy is less because of the blood curse of Granny and Ruby's have because Blue is a liar and a bigot (yes yes i love the theory fight me). While also having fights with Snow and David about Jiminy and their lack of seeing the gray morality of things (they still mostly have their black and white thinking).

In my supernatural verse, the goal is to try and figure out if they could pick up where they left off so many years ago or not.

In the ot3 verse where Joan is married to Geppetto in the EF and Granny in Storybrooke, it changes because Joan is in love with both and hates anyone to tell her what her and Granny shared under the curse wasn't love and wasn't real (and Granny will most likely kill you with her crossbow if you try)

I think Granny is more the Planner of the two so she is more anxious about things because in the EF Joan was...not well and in Storybrooke that doesn't disappear especially when Rumple brings back magic, in fact it's just different.

Joan is more the live in the moment because of [Spoiler], which doesn't worsen and only gets slightly better.

Adding in Geppetto (for the one au) it varies depending on who he's talking to because he wants to live in the moment as they mostly did in the EF but it drives Granny bonkers so he has a bit more sense of to plan things becsuse sometimes the fight with the older shewolf is not worth it.

Tagging: @lizardthelizard and @sarahtarth since they both have mentioned their appreciation of Granny x OC before.

#renee answers #talk to me about my ocs #snowblossomtumbles #granny x oc x gepetto #granny x oc #bibabes #older bi women in love

[clowns-in-the-night]

I just read the line "These violent delights have violent ends" and y'know what, all I could imagine was a Jorpin wild-west style AU where they're escaping some shit-hole town on horseback together, dust and smoke rising above the ashes of that same town as they ride off into the sunset, blissfully and happily in love (and maybe the Judge is a little whumped and bloodied, but it's okay because when they stop for the night Joanna's gonna make love to him).

That's an awesome au! YOU should totally write it!!!

I'm boggled down atm with all the other Jorpin ideas that have been forced upon me by the clowns, plus the others...*looks at all the paperwork for renovations, job applications, permits, museum plans* I'm swamped!

Unless you can be patient until the others are written...or you can convince @snowblossomtumbles to write it instead but I know I'm already waiting for a Jorpin from her.

But also it *could* tie nicely into that fic you mentioned to me about the house. It could be his house they travel to after they get hitched and then they are wed and a caller comes (Todd perhaps) and they rightly have their delights

#breach of containment #clowns of the night #the ringleader speaks #oh look an ask #is that a kiwi in the askbox? #it is it is a kiwi in the askbox!! #fic things #jorpin fics

[smilingformoney]

Pretend you dont see my sending stuff while on haitus 😀 But please answer these questions! The world and I would like the answers.

🎥- For the Love of Books of course!

🐸- For Snephy 

🏡

🍎 

fic writer ask game

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.

This definitely depends on what genre the film would be, which would probably be a romcom! Talk About You by Mika is my top Betty/Sinclair song so probably that one!

Also I saw Mika live last week (as snow knows) and he did this song and I was like SOB SOB IT’S THE BETTS AND CLAIR SONG AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

I can’t think of an answer for Snephy so instead I’m gonna say Freaky Friday but it’s Snape and Abbie swapping bodies

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

Surrounded by pillows and blankets on all sides. I’m basically a giant marshmallow. My arms are free to type and put snacks in mouth. I never feel back pain, headaches or the urge to pee. All is right in the world.

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

I was researching Victorian marriage laws for Sins of the Flesh / The Eternal Summer and found out that women could only file for divorce on grounds of unreasonable cruelty, but men could file on all sorts of grounds. So women couldn’t divorce their cheating husbands unless they were also being abused 😐

#snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

hehheh 🍞 for betty and 🔪 for sephy

What smell reminds them of home or better days?

Book smell! Paper and dust, a crackling fireplace and hot tea. This is probably what her Amortentia would smell like until Sinclair comes along.

Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}

She's the outsider/law enforcement figure who's trying to get to the house/summer camp/cabin to help but keeps getting waylaid, and by the time she gets there everything's already over, but if she'd got there in time she'd totally have pwned the killer.

#snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

Hey loser (affectionate) I see you're taking ask game questions, i choose this one:🤔

But also ❤ bc ur my number 1 loser 😉

What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have loads of ideas for Soul of Ice one shots that I haven’t written 🥲 one idea is three linked AUs where each of Sev, Sephy and Abbie dies in the final battle, but I can’t bring myself to go through the angst of writing it so it just sits in my ideas note on my phone 😀

#snowblossomtumbles

[renee561]

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first? do tell me more about granny and oc friend >: D

In the Protecting Verse:

Joan fell first as she was the single one at the time, and Granny married Luthor Lucas.

And as is all the cases of my pairings no they're friends first, because friendship is the bond that is in my opinion the strongest to form a relationship with.

But Granny fell harder.

Though they really don't talk about it after the...incident that brought them together or at the very least freed Granny from her marriage.

In other verses:

Granny usually falls last becsuse she's more cautious of it being too good to be true, but Joan also is better at hiding any issues because she is a bit like Granny in that she bottles her emotions until she can find a way to say them without hurting anyone.

I love them your honor

#renee answers #bibabes #granny x oc #i love them #snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

😭Okay but have you seen the previews floating around the interwebs of the diaries?? One of them had Rima's part in it and my soul left my body bc of sadness.

I've been trying not to look at them bc I want to be hit with all the sadness at once when I read it. I think Rima's part is gonna kill me ngl

#snowblossomtumbles #ask

[smilingformoney]

>:D Millie i'm enjoying these Alan movie edits so much❤❤❤❤ (and weeping at them also) they are 👌👌👌👌💯! And it has made me nosy lol.

Other than the love of all our lives Snaddy who are some other Alan characters you like? (Or maybe even have you like 'this was weird but okay still love you')

thanks bestie, I am utilising my new photoshop subscription + a week off work + an AR film binge 😀

some of my other fave Alan characters:

Lionel, because he is horny

Eli, for the same reason

Turpin will always have a place in my heart bc he was one of the first non-Snape characters I saw, and Sweeney Todd is one of my favourite musicals ever

Alexander bc it’s possibly his funniest role, Alan famously hated sci-fi so a parody film was the closest we were gonna get and my god did it deliver

BRANDON sweet baby angel deserves so much better than whiny Marianne

Hans bc hello sexy German accent and beard 😍 also it was the role that really made him famous so credit where due

#snowblossomtumbles #ask #alan rickman

[smilingformoney]

🧊 - for abbie and sephy!

🥊- for betty (sinclair is not a valid answer for the first part LOL)

OC Ask Game

Is their current design the first one?

I guess this question was made more for artists lol but yes in that they both went through development over time to the point they're quite different from who they were at the start.

Abbie was originally straight (🤮) and Draco was her love interest, and being Snape's daughter was just incidental. I also originally envisaged Emily Browning for her but as she became what she is today, Hailee Steinfeld became more suited.

Sephy changed a lot. Her name was originally Suzie and her faceclaim was Stana Katic. She didn't have a role outside of being the mother, but when I started writing it became clear that she was a key character!

What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

What about kissing Sinclair, does that count? 'Cus right now girl isn't getting much doing with him, although that will change very soon 😉

Other than Sinclair, she also loves reading and when the shop is quiet she reads her own stock.

As she is probably the most me OC, I can safely say she hates exercising and getting up in the morning. Needless to say, Sinclair is never going to convince her to go on his 6am runs with him 😃

#snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

Oohh are we doing an ask game thing? Well you know I follow you because you allow me to scream unhinged Alan thoughts at you even when we chat about fairly normal Alan thoughts 😌😌. Thanks for enabling me to be thirsty about the old man 💖💖🥰

I reblogged a thing a couple weeks ago that was like “tell me why you follow me” but I never answered any of the responses bc I have a head full of fluff. now thanks so said head of fluff I’ve got a long train journey ahead of me so I went through some of my asks

anyway thank YOU for enabling my unhinged Alan thoughts 🤩

#snowblossomtumbles

[smilingformoney]

EVERYBODY ELSE GO HOME @snowblossomtumbles wins at best present giver by sending me a (massive!) canvas print of the Betty and Sinclair kiss illustrated by @sleepybradipo 😍😍😍

#sinclair bryant #close my eyes 1991 #alan rickman #for the love of books #Sinclair x Betty #me x crying #me trying to contain my excitement at work when I opened this: 🫢 #my coworkers: oh that’s nice 🙂 #me: [sobbing under my desk]

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part II | Eli/Reader/Lionel

A follow-up to Sharing from Rickmas 2023. There will be more, because I am depraved. Thanks as always to @snowblossomtumbles for enabling me 🙂

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Ever since you’d attended Lionel Shabandar’s Christmas party in London together, your relationship with Eli had changed. He came to your office more often whereas previously he’d text you to come to his. The texting had changed too; what was previously a message history of commands to come to his office or his lecture hall was now a series of flirtatious messages and even dick pics.

Not that you were complaining. Eli was an asshole, no doubt about that, and you understood completely why his wife left him. And when he was neither with you nor teaching, you were certain he was fucking another one of his students. But you didn’t care about that. His cock was almost as big as his ego, and damn if he didn’t know how to use it.

And if Eli’s extra attention wasn’t enough, you were getting constant messages from Lionel. You must have really left an impression on him, because every day he described a new way he was fantasising about you, often along with a dick pic showing you just how hard it made him to imagine himself fucking you in whatever creative way his deranged mind had come up with that day.

So much attention from two men might have made you uncomfortable if you weren’t uncontrollably attracted to both of them.

You decided not to tell Eli you were in touch with Lionel. First of all, Eli had made it very clear - and you firmly agreed with him - that you were not a couple in any sense of the word. So it was none of his business if you wanted to text another guy.

Second, you were well aware that Eli was frequently fucking some of his female students - there were three on the go that you knew of for sure - and quite frankly you didn’t care about that, so long as he used protection, which you knew he did when you caught sight on multiple occasions of used condoms in his office bin. So why should it be any business of his if you let Lionel see a picture of your tits now and then?

On the last day of the spring semester, Eli showed up at your office door, leaning against the doorframe as casually as if he lived there.

“Whatcha up to tonight?” he asked.

You looked up from your desk, where you’d been typing away on your computer, working on a book you were writing.

“Dinner. Wine. Movie. Usual Friday stuff. Why? You got a better suggestion?”

“Yeah, same idea, but at mine. And with less clothes. Fancy it?”

You leaned back in your chair and scoffed. “Eli Michaelson, are you asking me on a date?”

“No!” he insisted, turning his nose up at the very thought of it. “Just thought we could fuck in a bed for once. Maybe you stay over, we fuck in the morning too. I always wake up with such a hard-on and no one to relieve it. How ‘bout it?”

“Yeah, alright,” you shrugged. “I gotta go home first, so I’ll come over for eight?”

“Sure. Wear something sexy underneath, will ya? I know you got some slutty panties at home just waiting for me to tear off of you.”

He flashed that damned cheeky grin at you and left you alone with your work and a throbbing between your thighs.

***

You had absolutely no idea what was happening in the film Eli had put on. You weren’t sure that he had any idea either. At least, you hoped he didn’t - you’d be kind of offended if he was more interested in the film than the sloppy blowjob you’d been giving him for the last twenty minutes.

Bastard had stamina. Your jaw was aching, and every time you tried to raise your head to give yourself a break, he just pushed you back down again and slid further down your throat. When he eventually came, he held your head in place, making sure he painted your throat completely before finally letting you come up for air.

He didn’t even return the damn favour. He just wiped your mouth, kissed you, called you a “good girl” and left to start the dinner.

You took out your phone and opened up your chat with Lionel. You didn’t usually text him when you were with Eli - that felt like bad manners - but your cunt was on fire and Eli clearly had no intention of extinguishing it soon.

You: What you up to?

The three dots showing him typing appeared almost immediately.

Lionel: Boring meeting. You?

You: Boring film. Bad form to text in a meeting, you know.

Lionel: They can’t tell. Skype meetings are all the rage now. They can’t even see how hard I got the moment your name popped up on my screen.

You: Dare you to jerk off and see if they notice.

Lionel: Don’t tempt me. What film are you watching?

You: No idea. Some buddy cop shit Eli put on 🥱

Lionel: You two having date nights now?

You: If by “date night” you mean me giving him the best blowjob of his life and getting nothing in return, yeah.

Lionel: Ouch. Is he with you now?

You: No, he’s making dinner. Why, you miss him?

Lionel: No, I just don’t want him to see this.

He sent you a picture of his lap, the tip of his erection just peeking out from his waistband.

You: Careful. I can see the headlines now. Lionel Shabandar stands up in a Skype meeting and accidentally flashes his erection to the whole company.

Lionel: Just some bozos from Germany. Hang on.

He went quiet for a few minutes, probably actually working, so you locked your phone screen and turned your attention to the film.

“Red wine or white?” Eli called from the kitchen.

“Red,” you called back.

“White it is.”

“Prick.”

“What, again? You just had it!”

“Ha ha.”

You glanced back at your phone to see Lionel had sent you a video. You fished your earphones from your bag and plugged them in, and you had to stifle a giggle as you watched the video.

His hand was in his pants, playing with his hard cock, and you could hear him talking quite normally in the meeting, something about sales and percentages and audience retention. The video was only ten seconds long - you suspected he didn’t want to risk anyone suspecting what he was up to - but it was plenty enough for you. Lionel was a dirty bastard, and you loved it.

You: Damn, you must really trust me. I could ruin your career with that video.

Lionel: I have plenty of evidence to ruin yours.

You: Stalemate, then.

Lionel: When are you next in London? I need to know if your pussy is as good as your throat. It’s unfair a cad like Michaelson gets to fuck you every day while I have to make do with photos and fantasies.

You glanced over your shoulder; there was no sign of Eli coming out of the kitchen. You hitched up your skirt and snapped a picture between your legs, one hand holding the phone while the other pushed aside your panties to reveal your dripping pussy.

You: Bet you wouldn’t make me this wet then fuck off into the kitchen.

Lionel: Fucking hell, [Y/n]. What I wouldn’t give to lick that all up. Bet you taste fucking divine.

Lionel: I’m sorely tempted to fly you out here just so I can have you.

You: Why don’t you come here?

Lionel: And share you with the good doctor? No thanks.

You: But I like taking both of you :(

Lionel: Greedy minx. I’ll share you again only if I get to have your cunt this time. For a man with multiple girlfriends Eli sure is selfish.

You: I’m not his girlfriend.

Lionel: Isn’t he cooking you dinner?

You: For the first time ever. I’m as surprised as you are that I’m here.

Lionel: Guess he couldn’t stand spending spring break without you. Can’t blame him.

You: You’re rich, powerful and sexy as fuck. You can’t tell me you don’t have your pick of the ladies in London.

Lionel: Sure, but they can’t deepthroat like you can.

You: Hang on, Eli’s calling me.

Lionel: Tell him to piss off.

Eli needed you to watch the vegetables while he went to the bathroom, so you did, and soon enough he was serving up the dinner of steak and chips with veg on the side, and a bottle of some fancy red wine you supposed was meant to impress you.

Despite the effort he’d clearly put into the dinner, Eli was quiet the whole time, barely giving you one-word answers as you tried to make conversation. Christ, was he always this dull? Maybe you’d never noticed before - you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d tried to hold a conversation with him that wasn’t about sex.

You’d given up trying to get any decent conversation out of him when suddenly he broke the silence by saying, “Are you going back to London any time soon? Visiting your family again?”

You were surprised at his sudden desire to converse, and about London of all things, but you replied, “Not until Christmas. What about you? Any more fancy parties?”

“Mhm, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“…What?”

“You sure loved that party. Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not denying it, I’m just confused. I had a lot of fun.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah. Fun.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone - your phone! How long had he had it? You hadn’t looked for it in ages - you didn’t want to talk to Lionel while Eli was in the room —

“So… Lionel’s rich, powerful and sexy as fuck, is he?” Eli growled, scrolling through your phone.

“What the fuck? How did you unlock it?”

“Your passcode’s your fucking birthday, [Y/n]. I got it on the second try.”

“And why were you trying to get into my phone?!”

“Because you left it lying around and I saw it flash up. Lionel Shabandar: Meeting’s over. I’m going back to my place to rub one out. I’ll be imagining my pillow is your face while I paint it. Very classy.”

You stood up and went to grab the phone from him, but Eli pulled it away.

“How long have you two been texting like this?” he demanded. “This chat history is long.”

“What’s it to you? Give me my phone!”

You made another attempt to grab it, but Eli just slammed it down on the table and stood up, his taller frame looming over you slightly.

“Do you usually text him when you’re with me?”

“No, never! This is the first time - and not while you were in the room, I’m not like that —“

“Oh, just while I’m cooking you dinner then? Jeez, [Y/n], I try and treat you better than just a quick fuck at work and this is the thanks I get?”

“Better?” you scoffed, hyper-aware that he was advancing on you slowly, forcing you to back up towards the sofa. “You put on some shitty film, shoved your cock in my face then fucked off without even trying to make me cum.”

“I went to make you dinner!”

“I wanted you to make me cum!”

Eli groaned with frustration and threw his hands up. “Fucking women! There’s no pleasing you! Either I’m treating you too much like a whore or not enough! You know what? Fine.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall back over the arm of the sofa, your back hitting the cushions.

“Fuck it,” he growled as he fumbled with his zipper. “I’m not gonna fucking bother. You wanna act like a slut? I’ll treat you like a slut.” He produced a condom from his pocket, then pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him only in his shirt, his angry red cock standing to attention.

He rolled the condom down his shaft then crawled on top of you and grabbed your ankles, resting them on his shoulders and causing your skirt to flip up and reveal your soaking wet cunt. He leant over you and sunk his teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out. He began rubbing his cock up and down your folds, gathering up as much of your slick as he could.

“You know, my girls - the girls I’m fucking - they have boyfriends. Inexperienced kids with tiny cocks who don’t know how to use them, so my girls come to me for a real man’s cock. Even they don’t text their fucking boyfriends when they’re with me!”

“Lionel’s not my boyfriend —“

“Yeah, and neither am I, you made that pretty fucking clear. Now stay still while I fuck you.”

His cockhead breached your entrance, and you were still so wet that he slid in easily, your cunt instinctively stretching to accommodate him. You gasped at the intrusion, even though you were used to it, even though you were expecting it. He usually started off slower and built up the pace; this time, he began pistoning into you straight away, his frustration evident as his hips bashed against your thighs, his grip on your legs tight, and his face screwed up in a mixture of anger and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet - seeing Lionel’s cock really did a number on you, huh?”

“I’m not wet from that, dickhead,” you replied. “I’m wet from sucking your cock for twenty minutes. My cunt was - ah! - on fire and you left me all alone. What did you expect me to do?”

“Wait for me. Clearly you ain’t got any patience. Is there - ugh - anyone else I should know about?”

“No, you’re - you’re the only one I’m fucking - ahh, Eli!” You gasped with a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain when he bit down on your neck again, and you were sure he’d leave a mark. Good thing it was spring break and you didn’t have classes any time soon.

“You bastard,” you hissed, and Eli just chuckled against your neck.

“That’s right. My cock’s all you need.”

He moaned in your ear, his panting becoming rapid and high-pitched, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him close.

“Wh - why d - do you - fuck —“

Eli laughed.

“Forgot your words, Dr [L/n]?” he teased. He slowed down his thrusting, though it was no less forceful, the dragging of his cock along your walls no less agonisingly blissful.

“Why do you get to fuck any pretty student that bats her eyelids at you, yet you reckon I can’t even flirt with another guy?”

Eli didn’t respond at first. He kept his head buried in your neck, continuing his slow thrusts, before eventually raising himself on his forearms to look down at you.

“I don’t care that it’s another guy. I care that it’s Lionel. I don’t wanna share you with him.”

“You didn’t seem to care at the party. You seemed quite happy to share me with him then.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah, ‘cus I wanted to show off. Let him see how fucking amazing you are. I wanted you to take both our cocks and choose mine. I thought you had… and all this time you were texting him. Showing him your tits. Telling him all the things you want him to do to you. Very creative, by the way. Putting that literature doctorate to good use. I even saw you using the same lines on him as you use on me.” He growled in frustration, and his hips began to thrust violently against you again, his jaw hanging slack in the gorgeous display of ecstasy you loved to see on him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you said truthfully, trying to get your words out between groans of pleasure. “I didn’t - didn’t want you to get - ah - jealous —“

Eli’s hand wrapped around your throat, and his face came close to yours, snarling angrily.

“I’m not fucking jealous, little slut. I’m the one fucking you, aren’t I? There’s nothing to be jealous of. You know what? Fine. Fine. Fucking text him. Tell him everything. Show him your tits, your cunt, whatever you want. So long as he knows that no matter what he does, I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

He sat up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you, and you whined at his sudden absence. He retrieved your phone from the table and, a few taps later, the phone was on loudspeaker, and you recognised the sound of dialling out to an international number.

“Eli —“

He just grinned at you as he placed the phone next to your head and resumed his position on top of you.

“You are not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do!”

But of course he fucking did. Eli slipped his cock back inside you - just as the phone picked up.

“Well, this is a nice surprise, I was just thinking of you,” said Lionel’s voice from the phone. You tried to speak, but Eli slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Just thinking of you too, buddy,” Eli said smugly. “A little birdie told me you wanted to hear [Y/n] moan, is that right?”

“Michaelson? What the hell are you doing with [Y/n]’s phone?”

“I’m more interested in what she was doing with her phone. Shit dick pics, by the way, the lighting’s all wrong. So, [Y/n], are you gonna moan for Lionel or what?”

Eli pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“Fuck you, dickhead,” you hissed.

“Funny, that’s exactly what you are doing. Mmm, Lionel, buddy, her cunt is so very warm. Squeezes just the right way in all the right places.” Eli pulled back until his cock was about to fall out, then thrust back in again, causing you to let out a moan.

“Painted that pillow with your stiff English cum yet, Lionel? Or d’you still got a hard-on?”

“You called just in time, actually, I was just about to get started. [Y/n], can you hear me?”

“Yeah, he’s got you on loudspea - ah! Fucking hell, Eli!” you gasped as he began thrusting into you rapidly, your legs back on his shoulders.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you, and spare no detail. I want to know just how that cunt’s getting wrecked.”

If it weren’t for the sound of Eli’s flesh slapping against yours, you might have heard through the speakerphone the sound of Lionel tugging on his cock, his own phone lying on the bed next to him as he sat on his knees with a pillow between his thighs, wishing it was you he was on top of instead.

“I’m - I’m lying on my back on the sofa,” you said, trying to think through the pleasure-filled fog in your brain. “He’s got my ankles on his shoulders.”

“Mmm, yes, I bet you’re fucking flexible,” Lionel growled. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from here. Must be a fucking waterfall down there.”

“You have no idea,” Eli replied with a groan. “Tell him how my cock feels, [Y/n].”

“It’s - it’s big,” you gasped.

“Big,” Eli snorted. “A doctorate in literature and all she can think of is big.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Eli? Colossal? Enormous? Overblown? Nah, that’s your ego. You want me to tell him how much you stretch me out? The way your cock hits my G-shot at just - ah! Just the right spot! Just like that! Fu-uuck —“

At the mention of your G-spot, Eli had adjusted his hips slightly, just enough to let his cockhead press against that sweet spot which he damn well knew drove you insane.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck - Eli, you bastard - I’m gonna cum, need to cum —“

“Then cum, and you’d better be loud, sweetheart. Lionel wants to hear you all the way over in London.”

You were writhing around on the sofa without an ounce of dignity, lost in the pleasure that was being thrusted into you faster than your goddamn heartbeat, and your movement caused the phone to slide down the cushion towards you, the speaker just close enough to your ear that you could hear Lionel’s panting.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, yes - FUCK!”

Every muscle in your body convulsed as you came around Eli’s cock, moaning loudly just as he’d asked. Down the phone you heard Lionel moaning your name as he came, and Eli was cumming too, his hips faltering against yours as he moaned.

For a few moments, there was quiet, as all three of you caught your breath. Eli grabbed the phone and held it up so Lionel could hear him.

“I get that every fuckin’ day, Shabandar,” he boasted. “Add that to your wank bank.”

“She’s bound to come to London sooner or later, Michaelson, and when she does you’d better be with her if you want to stand any chance of stopping me burying my cock inside her. I always get what I want.”

“Good fuckin’ luck,” Eli said warningly, then he hung up the phone.

#alan rickman #lionel shabandar #eli michaelson #gambit 2012 #nobel son #lionel x reader #eli x reader

[renee561]

Rare pair heathen, what a term! 😂😂😂

Listen most of my ships are not Canon. And of they are, it's usually a side pairing that doesn't get alot of screen time.

Then there are the ships that I came to like via fics.

@heatherfield is to blame for some of them and @austennerdita2533 , and i have talked about a couple as well.

As well as @sarahtarth @mercurial-make-em-ups and @snowblossomtumbles and @echoofawind

If I need content, it's most likely going to have to be written by me or my friends.

Im a PROUD rare pair heathen, on the high way to rare pair hell.

#renee answers #listen im a proud rare pair heathen #certified and everything #albatrossisland #oh look an ask!

[smilingformoney]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

no one tagged me in this but I saw @hirukochan do it and decided to steal it

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

425,915 (most of them Soul of Ice, obviously)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter but specifically Snape, and Alan Rickman characters

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

See, this won’t work so well because I have eight stories, but if we could have chapter kudos it’d be a much more interesting exercise to see my five most popular chapters. Anyway:

Soul of Ice

Happy Ending

Soul of Ice One-Shots

Professor Snape II

Morality is an Illusion

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not unless I have something to say, maybe I should?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Three Secrets considering you die at the end.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I want to say Happy Ending for the title lol but really it’s Soul of Ice, which so nearly had a heartbreaking ending but I couldn’t do that to my babies!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, the Snapedom is generally very positive! And who could hate Dad Snape?!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ll write pretty much any smut, but I prefer it to be part of a wider context, hence why I don’t write a lot of one-shot smuts. The one-shots I do write are pretty freaky though 😎

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I’d get too lost in the lore trying to explain why the crossover was happening 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, y’all remember when this happened?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, nobody is insane enough to try and translate my whopper of a fic 😂

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I don’t see how it’d work personally, although I am big into using people as soundboards. Soul of Ice would be very different without @sevsnapes and For the Love of Books wouldn’t even exist without @snowblossomreads

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

doctorrose, though I’ll probably never write for them. Any form of Snape/Happiness is a-ok in my book but Snephy is obviously my favourite form of that.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’m gonna finish them all! I promise! Eventually!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characters. The most common compliment I get is that people like my OCs, Abbie in particular.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m always conscious that my narration isn’t very descriptive. It feels very “he did this and she did that, then they did this and that.” I do try to go back and flourish it a bit but I struggle to be anything other than literal in my descriptions. eg, if I had to describe a table I’d be like, “The table was a rectangle with four legs. It was made of wood.” 😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I felt the need to do that for whatever reason I’d probably do it like, “Insert dialogue here,” she said in German.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER TOLD THIS STORY ok so I was like 9 or something like that and I wrote a snamione story but my mum found out and made me stop because Hermione was like 13. So I did stop but I didn’t just ghost the story, I made a post that my mum said I couldn’t write it anymore but that Hermione finds out Snape is getting married so she gets together with Ron instead. I don’t remember much of what I actually wrote, only that it started with Hermione noticing that Snape had very sad eyes. I’m pretty sure this was before the last book came out so I clearly knew what was up!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Soul of Ice, always and forever. (I count Professor Snape II as being part of it.)

Tags: @sevsnapes @giosnape @mamawolfsmith87 @snowblossomtumbles @thestephanieflora