Uncoordinated

21/ bi

[missmeasured]

Hi I’m not sure if you are accepting requests but would you have consider writing a one shot where Snape performs oral sex on a female reader thats very shy and he makes her feel confident enough to open up for him please!

Hi Anon, you are officially the first fan fiction request! How exciting! I went a little down a rabbit hole with this. In my answer both he and reader and demi sexuals who become friends and then it's very suddenly a lot more. I've left open to interpretation how they know each other exactly. Word count 3888 - a lot longer than I set out to write but what can you do?! It moves through me.

Thanks for @5everus as always for beta reading and for giggling with me until our abs hurt.

(Content Warnings: NSFW, Reader has a vagina, fingering, oral sex.)

The Centre of His Singular Attention 

Severus and I had been friends for a while, that was clear to me, but not at first. Happy acquaintanceship had slipped into friendship without my initial notice. Then one day we were talking, in spite of the fact that so frequently we would both be silent on the outside of group conversations together. It makes sense then, that the friendship had also slipped into another category without my notice. Slippery little categories. 

When he was my acquaintance I’m not sure I noticed his quietly handsome features. The way he carried himself was attractive of course, but I had never thought to think of him as available to me of all people, or to anyone. That man seemed an island unto himself. I am also prone not to notice attractiveness until I know someone deeply. Perhaps I missed the signs of something more due to my density in that regard.

At some point after we had accidentally slipped into friendship, I began to notice how funny he was. That cutting, dry sense of humour that he frequently used to defend himself was present also in friendly conversations begun about books. Somehow these conversations about books had turned into us going to the theatre. Some relationship between the contents of the first book we had talked about and the play. So we went, and that had been pleasant, and suddenly we were seeing plays together. 

These plays only seemed to create more discussions. These were not dates; they were mutual explorations of topics through different mediums. After one play we were talking so animatedly that I invited him up to my apartment for a glass of wine so we did not have to cut the dialogue short. When the bottle was long gone, slipped by like the categories of our friendship  I found his eyes fixed on me in a way I was not particularly accustomed to. 

Perhaps I can pinpoint the moment our friendship slipped. It was that one right there, when he set down his wineglass and fixed me with that determined set of his eyes. It made me feel hot all over. I tried to escape it by taking the glasses to my kitchen sink but when I turned around I found him behind me. 

Fleet of foot, he is. Sneaking in around the sides of my heart and the door of my kitchen. Merlin only knows what was said between when I turned around and when his lips met mine, because I do not remember. 

His kiss was unlike anything I had ever known to want. 

The blood turned around in my veins, seeking the very centre of me. My mind, which had been so occupied by his interesting questions and thoughts had gone suddenly blank except a repeated refrain of wanting more. 

I did not over analyse the fact that somehow, I had ended up on my kitchen counter and my legs were around him and I did not doubt myself in my own desirability because it has been so fast. We were both two glasses deep afterall. Unfortunately that fact: those two glasses of wine were the reason he cited for stopping this kiss. He apologised for being too forward, for kissing me without permission. He asked if he had overstepped. 

I was all embarrassment at my needy wanting. It was all well and good of him to come to his senses and begin to gather his coat like a gentleman, but Merlin how badly had I not wanted him to. My answers to his worries had been quiet, meek, assurances that his advances had been welcome.

As he went to leave I looked at him for several long seconds and internally screeched at myself for my lack of words. My inability to tell this man that the moment he had looked at me like that I had been instantly made his. I had gulped and run away to the kitchen, yes, but I had also known deep inside myself that I wanted him to pursue me. The escape being only temporary had confirmed the wanting, it was more than a passing glance. He wanted me more than just the wine might have incited. 

Now, I stood outside of his house with the book he had leant me in hand. I shifted anxiously foot to foot because the last time we had seen each other we had kissed and he had lifted me up onto my counter top like I weighed nothing. When he answered the door he still had those eyes he had looked at me with last time. Oh Merin. I thought. Keep your wits. 

He invited me in for tea and we discussed the book a little. I took off my coat and hat and threw them into an armchair in his living space. I had been here once before but never for any real duration. The living room was situated in such a way that it always felt like it was later than it truly was, the north facing windows and heavy bookshelves made it seem twilight when truthfully the sun shone still outside. 

He brought back a tea tray and the brown teapot was to steep away under its cosy for a few moments while we discussed the book and waited for it to be ready. It sat there on the coffee table in front of us, we both sat on the small sofa. When I tore my eyes off the teapot he smirked at me and with the tilt of his head or the twist of his lips I am not sure why, but suddenly I was talking too quickly in response to his questions about the book. He seemed amused by this and I cut myself off mid thought. Telling him not to mind, that I hadn’t been sure what I had meant. 

But clever Severus had been listening and he prompted me, telling me back all my words and stringing them into tangible thoughts, he presented them back to me as if I could somehow make those strung together thoughts into a point but I could not.

“Are you quite well? You seem awfully nervous today.”

“I am quite fine, thanks. Just. Sorry. Just-” What is wrong with my mouth?

“Just?” He prompts.

“Just.. Well I suppose I am nervous. Last time we-”

“Last time I kissed you.” He was matter of fact but the intensity in his eyes made my stomach flip.

“Yup. That.” I answer inelegantly. My face feels like it is boiling hot, am I sweating? Why is all my blood surging up to my face but not to my brain where it might help me? I do not know what to say.

“And you are nervous because you have come to tell me that you would rather I not do it again?”

“No!” Oh gods oh gods oh gods. “It’s not that at all-”

“If it is not that you have come to tell me not to, does a man dare to hope it’s the opposite?”

“...yes…” I spit out.

“Ah. My poor anxious thing. Would it make you feel more relaxed if I kissed you again now and got it over with? I would like to hear your opinions on the ending of the book at a speed that I am able to fully understand.” He teased. 

“Only if you want to…”

He placed his hand on my knee. I stared at it, his smallest fingers wrapped around to the inside of the beginning of my thigh and I felt quite sure that I had never been affected by someone’s touch in the way I was currently being affected by his. “I have no wish to make you so jittery.” He squeezed my knee reassuringly but the seconds ticked on and no kissing spontaneously began. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't handle another second of this. I turned toward him and thank Merlin he was waiting for me. We melted together.

This time I remembered in great clarity what had transpired before the kissing, but it was how the kissing had transitioned that slipped away from me. Like the tea in that pot went from regular to strong to very bitter and eventually to undrinkable we seemed to have moved from kissing upright in sweet tender exploration to at some point being practically horizontal and there were strong notes of desire brewing. 

That same sensation that the blood was all flowing to one very specific part of me was back with a vengeance. It had not been the wine then. At some point he pulled away from me marginally. In the space between our lips we both caught our breath for a moment. “If I put my hand here on your thigh,” He sat up a bit so he could slide his hand up my tights and under my skirt  “would you think me terribly forward and moving too quickly?”

I shook my head no. I had never wanted to be touched so badly in all my life. One might say it was too soon, but truth be told we had been getting to know each other for so long, I had just never thought it was for any reason other than friendship. That hand slid all the way up my leg and one single finger brushed for a split second against my apex. I gasped a little.

“That little gasp…” he smirked.

“What about it?” I asked self consciously.

“Is that little gasp a ‘yes Severus…please keep going Severus… kind of gasp? Or is it a ‘get your hand out of my dress you brute’ kind of gasp?” He asked.

“The first one.” I breathe. His eyes are so fixed on me they make me nervous yet again.

“Oh what good news.” He began to trace feather light patterns over my thighs until I bite my lip in needing. “What about here?” He asks as he finally touches me. “Ah yet another inhale. A good one?” He asks.

I nod emphatically. He begins to touch me in a way that has little whimpers falling out of my lips. He keeps switching between dragging teasing, light, slow touches over my centre through my tights and underthings and pressing into me gently, massaging little moans out of me faster than I can handle without feeling shameful about my eagerness. I reach over toward his torso running my hands down him reach to try to return the touching.

“Ah ah. Where are these naughty hands going?”

“To touch you?”

“You’re trying to distract me. I’m trying to learn a new language. I need to learn what all these tiny little breaths and whimpers mean. My sweet shy one, I need to hear you tell me in your quiet way what feels nice. I can’t be pursuing my own pleasure when I need so much to hear you. Watch your microscopic expressions.” He leaned in to kiss me again and I tried to draw him into it but he broke off again. “May I take these off?” He asked of my tights. I nodded and I lifted my hips as his hands slid up my legs and found the top of the waistband. His fingers hooked the top of my panties too and wasn’t sure if he intended it. I open my mouth to protest but he has them now it’s too late. 

When they appear below the hem of my skirt all attached to my tights I chagrin to see how damp they are. There is a bit of glistening wetness in the middle where his fingers had coaxed the fabric into me. I wanted to curl up into the couch and die at seeing him see it. He raises his eyebrow in smug acknowledgment. His hand disappears back under my dress and he pushes my thighs slightly apart. 

His fingertips slip up to my entrance and find my arousal there, apparently my wetness is cause to tug at the corner of his mouth into a little smile. I’ve never had a man so intent on staring at my face while he does this. Most are so hurried to get to their part, this part usually doesn't last very long. 

I think he is going to push those exploring fingers inside me but they linger at my entrance. When they move, it’s not inside me but up to my clit. I’m left panting as he paints me in my own slickness. He is very thorough. I wonder if he is mapping me while not having even laid eyes on any of my intimate places yet. My dress still covers me from his view. 

He focuses on that very sensitive spot at the top of my sex and I am made to make all manner of whimpers as he tries different kinds of strokes, trying different directions, pressures. I wondered idly if he had a mental checklist he was going through. Yet it was not rudimentary or scientific, not with the way his eyes burned with excitement when I couldn’t keep my comfortable quiet. 

When he bent over and kissed my knee I panicked and grabbed him by the front of his clothes. “Don’t-”

“Kissing your knee is your limit then?” He teases.

“No- it’s just- I’m ready… I don’t need anything else to be ready for more.” Face is hot again. Panic. Panic. It’s daylight. He’ll see everything. 

“Ah she admits she wants more. What is “more” darling? I know only it’s not knee kissing. You seem quite affronted.” 

I realise now I’m still holding him by his clothes, trying to stop his mouth from travelling up my legs like I knew it would. I unclench his garments with embarrassment. You are a grown adult you could say, sex. No, he will tease you at your lack of specifics. You could ask him to fuck you. That’s awfully vulgar. Use your… oh Merlin is there a single word for his penis I can say out loud right now? “I want to do something where you are having fun too.” I eventually cobble together. 

“I’m already having fun.” He informs with a wicked smirk. The coffee table covered in forgotten tea and snacks is floated gently away from the sofa as he kneels down in front of me on the floor. I gulp. Those eyes. When he had been my acquaintance they had occasionally twinkled at me in shared understanding, as friends in a shared joke, but now they seemed capable of so much more. One glance and I find myself utterly incapable of voicing my manifold insecurities.

He pulls my legs, and I am rotated so my firmly pressed together knees are against his chest. He places his hands on them and caresses me with both thumbs. The sensation goes straight to my needy middle. “I hope you know, I am not the kind of person to press you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.” He says it so slowly and quietly that my body seems to goosebump as a way of making me more capable of hearing him. As if each raised hair follicle was a willing ear and they reached out to listen to his voice as it washed over me. 

I wait, my breath shaking. He is examining me closely. He bends down and kisses that knee again, looks up, waits for me to freak out and grab him again. I do not. My hands are clenched into the couch cushions. 

“However…” his breath slips up my bare thigh. “I have this notion that you might be playing shy on me.”

His hand slides up and pushes my dress higher, revealing more of my pressed together legs. He moves his face up incrementally, kissing the top of my thigh again. He waits for my hands to fly out and push him away. The hand goes higher, his thumb under the fabric, his fingers above it. That thumb slides all the way up until it touches my sex and my thighs are completely uncovered. “Are you intent on playing shy on me?” He asks. His lips deposit more kisses on a path upwards. I squirm, I want, I desire, I fear. 

“I’m not playing shy. I am shy.” I respond. 

He lifts his face back up off my thighs and looks at me again. I become aware I am biting my lip.

“What if… I spread your legs open right now, so wide that I will see everything? What harm will it do?”

“I would be embarrassed. You might…”

“I might what? Not like what I see? What I taste?”

I am some combination of horrified and aroused. My nipples are hardening at the thought of his tongue. My mind is reeling at the possibility of being so bared to him. 

“That’s the general fear.” I confirm, my voice horse.

“We can assuage one of those two fears presently.” He announces before bringing his fingers to his mouth. I want to protest but I don’t even have the time, I have to watch him savour my taste, he smiles. “As to what I will see, I have already felt, and what I felt, I liked very much…”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay then.” I reply shakily. What else am I to say, I want him to touch me again so badly.

“Oh no, do you think I’m going to pull these knees apart and force my way in? No my sweet. Open them for me. Show me.”

I gulp. Those fingers he had put in his mouth glistened and I wanted them inside of me desperately. So very badly that I was helpless but to follow instructions. I opened my legs incrementally, watching him watch me. He was devouring my flesh with his eyes and I felt myself getting even wetter at it. I tried to stop at some reasonable amount of openness but he prompted me to pull my feet up on the sofa, near my behind. 

My thighs were as open as they possibly could be. I tried not to think about exactly what all he could see this way. Everything. I quivered while I waited for his move. At last hands on my thighs. He rubbed both of them while he looked his fill. 

“What good was it going to do? Hiding this pretty little pussy from me?” His right hand comes up and caresses me for the first time since I’ve been uncovered to him. I shudder as he draws his fingers along me. 

“I had no idea you had this kind of mouth on you.” I laugh awkwardly. His filthy tongue was kind of a surprising delight, even if it made my face feel hot.

“Shall I put it back on you?” He asked before beginning kissing his way up my thigh. Every kiss sent jolts of lighting down the path to his destination and when he finally reached my centre he kissed me just above all my sensitive parts on my mons, then looked up at me as he finally took my most sensitive spot into his mouth. 

I threw my head back in pleasure. My gasping breaths ragged and plentiful, ever multiplying as he lapped at me. The more he licked me the more I felt empty inside, the more my body pulled up against nothing. I wanted his fingers. Was he ever going to give them?

I let myself give soft little whimpers of yearning in hopes he would provide me more stimulation but he seems intent just to lavish his attention on my clit. I was worried he was going to make me ask. I felt embarrassed even thinking about being made to ask for him. 

When he suddenly answered my silent prayers I could not stop the moan that pushed out of me. “Ah she does have a voice.” My friend turned lover stopped to tease and I clenched onto his fingers in anticipation of his mouth’s return to my body. 

That moan seemed only to be the beginning. I could not stop myself from telling him in the most animalistic way what he was doing to me. Even though I was chagrined inside at each noise, the way he used the combination of his fingers and his mouth meant I was helpless to stop them. 

I whimpered as I realised that this man’s steady pace meant I was going to climax right here on his sofa. I had learned from going to see plays with him that he was fast on the uptake and never missed a detail but I had not expected him to use his powers on me so effectively.

Every breath and whimper I had let out he had catalogued and filed away and used it against me now. His tongue repeated some kind of pattern that made me clench around his fingers. His fingers. Merlin help me, we’re hitting that excellent spot inside me everytime. Two of them, stretching me out just enough that I felt like I was being fucked by something all together bigger. 

The word shy had no meaning to me as I climbed that peak. His fingers drove into me again and again and each time a new and different sound escaped me until it hit me. I did not make any embarrassing noises as I came, but my mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure as he pushed me over that edge. 

My panting afterward was heavy and fragmented like I had been holding my breath. He joined me on the sofa and pulled my now limp legs over his lap, pulling my skirt down until I was almost lady-like again. One would never know I had just climaxed a moment before except my stockings and panties lay discarded on the floor still, my breathing was not calm, and I was willing to bet my hair was a mess as I had writhed around against the back of the sofa while he had done that to me.

Halfway in his lap he pulled my face over to his and gave me a soft kiss. “Do you feel less anxious now?” He asked teasingly but with sweetness in it. I could only laugh. “I am eager to know what you were trying to say about the book before all that. Do you remember?” 

“No!” I laugh, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t believe that just happened! We aren’t even dating! I’ve never done anything like that unless I’ve dated someone for months!”

“Well why don’t you pretend all our friendly excursions were dates?”

“Because they weren’t!”

“If you like you can stay for dinner. We can call it date one.” 

“Putting the cart before the horse, I think.”

“Not at all. Stay for dinner. Tell me, what other ways are you likely to act shy for me? I rather enjoy drawing you out.”

“Stop!” I covered my face again as heat rushed to it.

“Don’t start with that now or I will be taking you upstairs presently.” He smirked. He pulled the book over from the side table. “Now I believe you were trying to stammer out something about chapter three and you had better get your wits about you or I shall have to assume you require more relaxing.”

[zegalba]

[prettynpete]

firsts - patrick stump

summary: after several nights of cuddles and make out sessions. you are ready to take things to the next level and lose your virginity to your boyfriend.

word count: 1475

warnings/tags: smut, fem!reader, futct!patrick x virgin!reader, established relationship, loss of virginity, praise, fingering, oral (m!receiving), l-bomb

authors note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a hot minute and my first ever fob fic so bear with me :) the idea for this actually stemmed from a genderswapped peterick fic i read on livejournal the other night. i liked how patrick was so protective and careful and i wanted to do my own little x reader spin on the concept of losing your v-card to patrick. please feel free to leave your opinion in the replies. thank you reader!! :)

link to inspiration:

(girl!pete x patrick from 2007)

taggging: @domripley @heelbucks

cuddling up was yours and patrick’s usual end to the day, except tonight felt a smidge different. you and patrick snuggled up in the living room of your apartment as usual and you turned on a cheesy horror movie. you leaned into him, as close as you could and as he watched the screen you couldn’t help but shimmy closer into him and place your lips to his neck. patrick let out a shaky breath and shifted slightly.

“sweetheart. you don’t want to watch the movie? do you?” he cooed, moving his hand that was around your shoulder to caress your scalp.

“nooooo. just wanna play.” you avowed meekly.

“baby. you know all you have to do is say the words. i’m all yours.”

and just like that, patrick had moved you from your cuddled position and you were now facing eachother on the couch. he brushed your hair behind your ear and pressed a soft peck to your lips, hands holding onto your waist. as he pulled away from the kiss you wrapped your arms around him and straddled him. his breath caught in his throat and he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and peppering kisses as you grinded on his pajama pants clad lap.

you flipped between making out and marking eachothers necks for what felt like just a few moments. times like this always seemed to fly by. you and patrick never let things get much more heated than making out and and sloppy handjobs, but tonight was different. tonight, that wasn’t enough. tonight you wanted to play and this sexual yet tame show of affection wasn’t cutting it. you broke away from his lips and played with the hem of shirt, looking into his eyes, begging for permission. he nodded, his facial expression showing a mix of excitement and fear. you pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down to suckle on his chest. leaving soft purple bruises in your wake as you moved down his chest to his soft stomach. you nibbled less hardly and murmured praising words as you moved to the waistband of his pants.

“how’d i get so lucky to be with such a beautiful man?” you looked up at his face. his eyes were doe like as he stared down at you. willing you to keep going.

“is it okay if i…?”

“yes sweet girl.” he breathed out softly. “yes please.”

and that was all you needed to keep going. you wriggled the waistband off his hips to the middle of his thighs. your jaw dropped and you simply stared at the wonderful sight in front of you. you smiled up at him and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard dick. he let out a quiet whimper as you gently stroked him. he bucked his hips into your hand and you leaned down to lick the tip.you soon wrapped your lips around him and slowly sucked. his hands tangled in your hair, urging you to pick up the pace.

“please darling. you can go faster.” he whimpered and you listened, hollowing your cheeks and moving to slightly faster pace. he didn’t want his first blowjob by you to be too much so he in between focusing on his own pleasure, he also scanned your face and actions for any signs of discomfort. once he made sure you were good, hos hips continued to buck and his hands gripped at your hair, manuevering your head to bob at his desired speed.

“fuck sweetheart, i think i’m close.” patrick moaned. you paused, sliding your lips from his dick with a pop sound. a sound between a whine and a yelp came from his throat as you worked your way up to straddle his waist. his eyes were big and glassy as he looked at you.

“is everything okay love? why’d you stop?”

“patrick. i want you.”

“you got me baby. tell me what you want.”

“i’m ready. i want you to fuck me.”

he instantly sobered up from his pre-orgasm drunken state and looked into your eyes with love and concern.

“are you sure? baby, sex is a huge deal and i don’t want to push anything. are you positive that you’re ready? because we don’t have to if you don’t want…” you cut him off with a kiss.

“i’m ready. no ifs. no buts. i’m one hundred percent sure i’m ready to be fully yours.”

“you’re already fully mine. don’t do this just because you think it’s what i want.”

“i want this.”

and with that he carefully flipped you over on the small cushions. there was just enough room for him to position his legs on either side of you. he couldn’t help but giggle softly at his view, you underneath him, fully available for his taking. he played with the lace at the bottom of your tank top before pulling it up over your head and quickie sliding down to slip off your shorts.

“now baby. i have to warm you up a bit first.” patrick said peeling your underwear down and opting to kneel by the couch due to the lack of room.

“tell me if anything feels off or hurts.” he said in a slightly commanding tone before sliding a finger inside and using his free hand to stroke your shoulder.

now he had fingered you on occasions before but it was always very gentle and soft, focusing more on clit stimulation rather than actually fucking you with his fingers. he watched your face as you gasped in pleasure and inserted another soft digit inside you, scissoring them. the stretch burned sweetly and you hissed, prompting him to pause. you whined and glanced into his eyes begging him to continue. he listened and moved his fingers at a gentle pace. “fuck baby. your so wet for me. such a good girl for me.” he gleamed, voice full of praise.

“think you’re ready for more?”

“yes. patrick please.”

he inserted a third finger and moved them all in a come hither motion for what felt like an eternity, before leaning down to press his kiss-plumped lips to yours. he moved again to his spot on top of you, placing his hips in between your legs and removing his fingers, just to reposition his thumb to your clit. you whined and wrapped your arms around him.

“i’m gonna go slow, okay sweetheart.” he murmured, gripping himself and giving a few tugs before pressing just tip inside and resting for a moment allowing you to adjust to the sweet burning sensation. your eyes screwed shut as you focused on the pain and pleasure of the stretch. his eyes focused on your face and he brought his free hand up to caress your face, whispering soft words of praise as he pushed in slightly.

the pain dissipated into a nice full feeling and you tightened your arms around his back. he enveloped you in a passionate kiss and buried himself in you. the kisses soon moved about your face and down your neck.

“sweet girl… i love you so much… i… love… all of you… you feel incredible.” he whimpered out inbetween pecks. he thrusted in and out of you now, moving slowly as not to get to rough just yet. you opened your eyes and nearly cried out at the sight. his head was buried in your neck, his hair was disheveled, the porcelain skin of his back shimmered with sweat. you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him to be face-to-face. his face was even more stunning with flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes.

“patrick, i think i’m close.” you breathed and his movements quickened. his eyes bore into yours and you stared back before squeezing your eyes shut and coming done around him, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips in the process. ecstasy ran through your veins as you cried out and your eyes fluttered open to watch his face contort beautifully. a warm feeling filled your belly, followed by the emptiness of him pulling out.

you both layed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in eachother and recuperating from the high of climaxxing. when you moved in an effort to sit up he whined in protest but reluctantly moved off of you to allow you to return to your previous cuddling on the couch. the movie was in it’s credit by this point, so you grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. you both soaked in the feelings of naked snuggles on the couch. a thought soon grabbed your attention and you kissed patrick on the cheek.

“pat.” you said, leaning your head down onto his shoulder.

“yeah baby.”

“i love you too.”

he smiled brightly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

it was a night of a two very important firsts.

[wheel-of-fish]

Phantom hands: James Gant

[jessebloom]

god please let them lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship

[inside-of-a-fangirls-mind]

Firewhiskey Holiday

Brief Summary:  A hidden string of one night stands between yourself and Severus Snape quickly lead you both in a way neither of you wanted to go. 

Words: 10,097

Warnings: SMUT, CURSING, ANGST, LUCIUS IS A SHIT, FRED AND GEORGE KNOW. LOTS MORE SEX. Yeah plus cursing.

Pairing: Severus Snape X Female!Reader

The gentle morning light caressed your face as you were sleeping off your latest hangover. Halloween had been last night and as the students were throwing their parties and what not so were the teachers.

You smiled slightly thinking back to some of the things that happened within Dumbledore’s office last night. McGonagall and you doing karaoke to muggle songs you both hardly knew. Various teachers wearing cute masks and Muggle candies being served just about everywhere. And let’s not forget the booze. Firewhisky, as much as everyone could drink. Albus really knew how to throw a party.

That’s when you heard a soft groan from beside you and glanced over to see none other than Severus Snape, the Potions teacher laying beside you, rather naked. A smile formed on your lips before glancing around his bedroom, you were quite accustomed to waking up here. However, neither of you would admit that you actually needed each other. With a soft sigh eyes traveling over him, you leaned over and placed a soft kiss to his cheek before getting out of the bed and collecting your robes. Slipping them on you gave him one last glance before making the trek from the dungeons to your room on the second floor.

It was early before 7 am for sure, a concealing spell made it look as if you were awake and well dressed as always. Humming softly to yourself as you rather danced down the halls in your own little world until you stumbled into Albus.

“Good Morning, Y/N. You look rather cheerful this morning.” He smiles, knowing all too well what happened. Every teacher knew about Severus’ and your little love affair. Though no one ever seemed to mention it around either of you, they wished the two of you would get together.

“I slept really well last night, Firewhisky will do that.” You smile at your own joke before offering Albus a warm smile. Every morning after drinking too much and spending the night with Severus you always felt so much better.

“As I’m sure a certain Potions Professor had nothing to do with it.” He teased before gesturing for her to follow him as they headed back towards her room. You blushed softly, knowing it was no secret that you and Severus spent the night together. You were all over him at the party last night, you always were when you were drunk and he never seemed to mind it.

/////Just thinking about last night gave you shivers. Severus and you laughing at the idea of Muggles actually dressing up so silly like and going door to door for candy. Leaning on him as the firewhisky started to make your legs like jello. His soft smile as he wraps an arm around your lower back. Your lips leaving a small hickey or two on his neck teasing him before you both headed back to his room laughing and smiling. Him pushing you against every darkened corner just to press his warm body against you and claim your lips with his own.//////

“Y/N?” Albus hummed before softly setting a hand on your shoulder pulling you out of your little trance. You offer a sheepish smile before glancing at him.

“Sorry Albus, I got distracted.” You whispered a soft pink tinting your cheeks as you looked down the hallway seeing a few students running about to have a little fun before breakfast.

“I’ve never known a Ravenclaw to get distracted unless it was with their nose in a book. Then again you have quite a reason to be distracted don’t you?” His soft smile let you know he was just being playful and didn’t mean to embarrass you.

“Albus you act as though it’s to be some,” You looked around before whispering “Scandal. It’s just a few moments of weakness between consenting adults.” Glancing around once more before you start on the changing staircase towards the second level of Hogwarts.

“It is, I haven’t seen one like this since my teaching days.” He chuckled tenderly before softly touching your arm once they were at the top of the changing staircase stopping you. “Severus, he isn’t like anyone you’ve ever met. He’s tough around the edges but is just afraid to be hurt again. He will attempt to push you away, don’t let him.” Albus’ blue eyes softening as he looking into your E/C eyes with concern.

“Albus, it’s just… sex.” You whisper before putting your hand over his while smiling. “A good night one in a while. It’s nothing serious, we aren’t the type to marry and settle down.” You squeezed his hand before heading off towards your room with a slight hop still in your step.

You knew you would never get a chance to be with Severus, not that you wanted a relationship anyway. Running your hand along the wall as you entered your classroom smiling to yourself. You didn’t mind having a good night once in a while and didn’t ever mind that it was with Severus. Looking over your desk you mumbled the counter concealing spell as you ran your fingers through your still disturbed sex hair. A smile on your lips as you headed into your adjoining studio dorm.

Once you saw yourself in the mirror you laughed softly running your hand over the hickeys on your neck that ran down your chest. Severus was always careful about hickeys and leaving them where you could hide them without a concealing spell. On very few, passionate occasions he let himself lose control. Last night was one of those nights.

////You two were making out in the school hallways after all. Being pushed up against the cold stone wall the chill easily slipping through your dress robes. Severus’ body heat and hands setting your body on fire as well. You pulled him closer hands tangling your fingers in his soft raven locks. His hands moving to your hips to pull you even closer into his dark robes. By now you could feel his erection forming through his tight trousers and it only spurred you on more to do naughty things in the hallways. A soft hiss left his lips as you slid a hand down his chest grazing your fingers slowly over the bulge in his pants. He moved his lips down to your neck biting you quite roughly making you whimper while you bit your lip. “Severus- Ah. Please.” You whispered as he quickly took your hand in his and nearly ran down the stairs to the dungeon./////

“Professor Lawson?” A small voice called from your office. You quickly redid the concealing spell and headed out to see one of your 2nd-year students looking nervously.

“What is it, Timothy?” You hum as you touch his head softly before gesturing for him to sit down in the comfy chairs you had in your office. It was well lit and full of soft colors that made it inviting and a happy space for anyone.

“I- I forgot to turn in my report last class because I had lost my notebook. I- well. Would you still accept it?” His voice got smaller as he sat in the big chair staring at his feet. You kneeled beside the chair and petting his head softly.

“Did Carter take your notebook again?” You whispered tenderly watching as the small boy nodded. A sad smile on your lips as you held out your hand. “Of course I’ll accept it, Timothy. But I will be having a talk with Carter about this foolishness, don’t worry I’ll leave you out.” You hum as the small boy looks up at you with big brown eyes a small smile on his mouth.

“Really? You would do that for me, Professor?” His eyes seemed to sparkle and you nodded before you stood setting the report on your desk before smiling to the young boy.

“Of course Timothy. If he bothers you again let me know. Now go on, you’re going to be late for breakfast.” You hold out your wand and open your office door for him as he adjusts his bag on his shoulder before nodding.

“Thank you, Professor!” He nearly cheers as he bounces up and heads out the door calling out to some passing friends no doubt. You turn to the report and glance over it, Timothy was a good student and the sweetest Ravenclaw. A house after your own heart being one when you attended Hogwarts all those years ago.

Walking back into your adjoining dorm you shut the door behind you and quickly bath so you wouldn’t smell of firewhiskey and potions at this morning’s breakfast. Everyone knew but you never wanted to be a dead give away. After your bath, you got out and dressed in dark blue robes before throwing your wet hair up into a bun before making your way to breakfast.

You weren’t the last to arrive, in fact, you had even arrived before Severus which was rare. Then again he was still sound asleep when you had left, last night clearly taking a toll on him. Taking your seat beside McGonagall, you shoot her a soft smile.

“Goodmorning, Minerva.” You hum as you look over all of the students filling into the great hall after all the parties and such last night. Quite a few students were still sleeping off last night no doubt.

“Morning Y/N, Sleep well?” She chimed as everyone starts to eat. She wasn’t trying to pry, she never was. She was one of your closest friends here. Minerva and Filius, they were always there for you.

“I did in fact, what about yourself?” You replied before starting on your toast. You didn’t have much of a hangover thankfully, then again it didn’t take much firewhiskey for you to admit your feelings for the potions professor.

“After making sure the rest of the professors made it to their quarters safely I did sleep rather peacefully.” She remarked before starting on her own breakfast. There was quite a bit of small talk between the two of you. Nothing really important was discussed, just about the upcoming Quidditch game and what you both would do over Christmas.

By the time breakfast was over Severus still hadn’t arrived, worried that he might be having a really bad hangover you went to the kitchen and fixed him a plate before stopping by the hospital wing and grabbed a bottle of Drought of Resaca, a little potion you had invented back in high school to cure headaches and nausea. Mainly as a way to ace your N.E.W.T.S after a night of drinking. With these items, you quickly made your way to the dungeons knowing Severus had a class this morning.

Once you entered his office you knocked on the door to his adjoining quarters with no answer you entered to see him hiding his face in a pillow groaning. Looking over him you let out a soft chuckle before setting the items on the table by his bed. Sitting on ‘your’ side of the bed you place your hand on his back before seeing the surprise on his face when he lifts his face enough to see you.

“Y/n…?” he hesitated before sitting up slightly, not caring about the blankets falling and pooling around his waist. “Why- what are you doing here?” His voice was rough and hoarse, his black eyes squinting in the slightly lite room, he even looked a bit green.

“Shush. I brought you some things you have class soon.” You whispered before popping the top off of the Drought of Resaca, holding the purple liquid up to his lips. “It’s not the best tasting but it works.” Without his consent, you poured the thick liquid into his mouth. He gagged slightly once he swallowed his eyes even started to water a bit. Gently you wiped a tear rolling down his cheek before putting the plate of food on his lap.

“Eat, it will limit the after effects of the potion.” you directed before moving to pull out new dressing robes from his clothes and pick the old ones off the floor. Setting the new ones on the bed as you lit the fireplace with your wand.

“Why are you doing this?” He puzzled, quite thankful for all of this but didn’t understand why you were doing this. Maybe Dumbledore had asked her too, or maybe she felt bad about being with him last night. Now a slight frown appeared on his lips. Of course, she regretted being with him last night, she always did. He shouldn’t let it continue but the way she always said his name stirred him on and he couldn’t stop once he kissed her.

“You weren’t at breakfast, and I figured you were still hungover. So,” eluded the question before offering a sheepish smile setting out undergarments for him as well. “Do I need a reason to care about one of my fellow co-workers?” Mumbling you knew the reason you were here. You knew it was because you were in love with the Professor most students hated. But here you were making sure he wouldn’t be late for class.

“You aren’t required to do this. Even if Albus asked,” He scoffed “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” Still, he finished the plate and set it to the side as he swung his legs over to the side of his bed and got up. You knew he was still naked and even though you wanted to look you knew you shouldn’t.

“Albus didn’t ask me, Severus. I just care about you.” Sighing you set the tiny bottle on the plate before turning your back to him so he could dress.

As soon as he said he was decent you turned around and helped him with the many buttons on his robes before running your fingers through his hair to straight it out. He just looked at you, even closing his eyes a moment to indulge in the feeling of your hands for just a bit.

“I will never understand why you care about me,” he muttered before opening his black eyes again to look down at you. You let a slight smile slip onto your lips before standing up a bit straighter.

“You don’t have to understand it, you just have to respect it.” You admitted before taking a deep breath and placing a soft kiss on his chapped lips. Your hands softly resting on his chest, you couldn’t help it. He looked so kissable right now. He was stunned, to say the least, but slowly he found his arms snaking around her waist slowly. Ever bad thought slipping from his mind as you two shared this embrace.

Smiling softly against his lips you opened your mouth slightly, pulling on his bottom lip softly with your teeth. A breathy laugh left your lips as you released his lip and he looked gorgeous as his dark eyes flickered open then raising one eyebrow in a challenge like a manner. All you did was place a slightly rougher kiss to his lips with had every nerve in his body coming alive.

Whatever you saw in him he would never know, but you kiss was just as intoxicating as firewhiskey and he couldn’t ever get enough. His hands pulled you closer hoping he wasn’t overstepping as he slid one down to your arse. But judging by the soft moan you let out against his lips you didn’t mind. That’s when you found yourself being thrown onto his bed for the millionth time it seemed, but it would never be enough.

The way he removed his outer robe and left on his button up shirt and vest before crawling onto the bed over you. Hunger very apparent in his eyes. His lips landing on your neck as you let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Your hand snaking its way through his hair and tugging slightly when he let his teeth sink into your skin. Tipping your head back you ran your other hand down his chest slowly, both of you know where it was going. Where you both wanted this to lead, but neither of you would admit it. That was until.

“Professor Snape?” Called a student in his office. Both of you slightly groaned before he kissed you once more.

“I forgot I have a class to teach.” He sighed in annoyance before removing himself from the bed and returning his robes to his body. But his arousal was still present in his pants. You got up and pulled him into a hug before slipping your hand to grab his cock through his pants.

“We will finish this later.” You smirked placing a kiss on his cheek before casting a concealing spell over the both of you. Severus took a moment to regain himself before entering his office with a book in his hand looking at the student.

“Why are you not in the classroom.” He hissed as he pushed the child out of his office and nearly tugged him down the hall with him to his potions classroom. Even though this act was a bit aggressive he was actually in a pretty good mood.

You waited a few minutes before you deemed it safe to exit his office and head towards your own classroom when you ran into Fred and George Weasley who were no doubt up to something.

“Fred, George whatever are you two doing heading to Potions. You don’t have it this period.” You inquired before crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, Professor Lawson. We could ask you the same. We could also ask why you were exiting Snape’s office in a manner of not wanting to be caught.” Fred smirked before George followed up with a grin.

“Unless you were looking for a few potions for class today?”

You glared at the boys, they were two of your favorite students and they were bloody brilliant. “Boys, it’s not safe to meddle about in the dungeons. Come, I’ll escort you both to Transfiguration myself.” And with that, you and the boys were headed off to the classroom. The just whispering among themselves but all it took was a glare from you to quiet them.

Once you were outside the door, you opened it and lead the boys in. McGonagall gave you a questionable look as she was about to give the boys detention no doubt. “Professor, sorry for disturbing but the Weasley boys were helping me collect and care a few items from the hospital wing for class today. I’m sorry I kept them.” You nodded to her before the boys quickly took their seats.

“I’ll let them slide this time, but don’t make a habit of it boys.” McGonagall shot you a raised eyebrow before a sly wink as you left the room with a smile on your face. You were sure she would want details later and she would get them for sure.

While avoiding thoughts of a certain black-haired professor you headed off to your classroom smiling as you entered. None of your students would be arriving for another 20 minutes. It gave you time to reflect and decide what creature you wanted to teach them about today. Finally deciding on teaching them about Runespoors you quickly sent an owl to Hagrid to retrieve one for class.

You and Hagrid worked closely with magical beasts, breeding and collecting various potion ingredients from them. It was your profession before you were asked to take a teaching position at Hogwarts, replacing Hagrid. You still asked for his help while you had classes. Someone had to look after the creatures and he was the most willing. Sure you could have kept the creatures on the farm you had, but it was easier to make a new world for them in a small hut a few yards from Hagrid’s shack in the forbidden forest which only opened with a key made of Manticore fangs. Putting an undetectable extension charm on the small shack was easy. Setting it up in various living spaces for the creatures was a bit harder, then moving them was a task in its self. Thankfully extension charms worked on everything, including bags.

Collecting everything you would need for class outside you just waited for the arrival of your students. Once all 15 of them, including the famous Harry Potter and friends, were present and accounted for you all made the trek down to Hagrid’s shack.

You didn’t let anyone complain as you then asked everyone to gather around you while you started class.

“Does anyone know what a Runespoor is?” You questioned looking over the faces of your students.

“It’s a three-headed snake Professor!” Hermione, thank god for her, answered.

“That’s correct Ms. Granger. A Runespoor is a three-headed snake from Burkina Faso, a country in Africa. They are also the only creature, to our knowledge, that lays its eggs through its mouth.” You smiled as you saw Hagrid holding his arms close to his chest. The class started to whisper among each other before you glared their way.

“Thank you, Hagrid.” You hummed as you held out your hands making a soft hissing noise as the 2 foot curled up white snake popped on of his heads up before the other two. It then slivered it’s way over onto your hands curling up again but this time with his heads watching the students.

“I know he doesn’t look like much now, but he’s gonna grow to be 6 to 7 feet long.” You rub the snake’s body where it’s 3 heads join together.

“Professor I thought Runespoors were supposed to be orange and black?” Hermione questioned holding her notebook and wand to her chest.

“You would be correct Ms. Granger. Little Dimitri here is albino. It’s a very very rare case even in the magic world. His family tried to kill him by leaving him for dead. Runespoors are very weak and vulnerable when they are newborns. Their parent’s need to protect them until they are a few months old. I found this little guy on my last trip to Africa and I couldn’t just leave him.” You smiled and stroked one of his 3 heads, he seemed to look happy while you did so.

“Why is he so tiny?” Draco called out moving forward.

“Mr. Malfoy, he is still a child. Like many of you. He has a long way to grow.” You held out the snake to the white haired boy. “Don’t be afraid, he’s harmless and shy.”

“I’m not afraid!” Draco nearly shouted but you saw his shaking hands as he lifted them to the snake. After his last interaction with a slightly dangerous creature, he was scared. But this was a snake and he was in Slytherin for crying out loud. You slowly put the small snake into his hands watching them both closely.

“He’s not very scaley.” A young Slytherin girl, Dalia, stepped up to look at the snake.

“He is currently shedding, his scales will grow back. Unlike normal Runespoors, albino ones shed their full scales. The scales can be used in potions such as Drought of Resaca, almost every potion for mental agility, and the rarer Interna Cura.” You went on to tell how to take care of one and how to handle an adult one if you ever came across one. Even practicing a few harmless spells on the little one.

After about 2 hours you dismissed class, “I would like everyone to write a short report on which magical creature they would like to learn about next and why. Class dismissed.” You then headed back to the small shack with Hagrid.

“Thank you, again, Hagrid. I’m glad I can rely on you to watch these creatures when I’m not around.” You hum holding the small Runespoor up to your shoulder as he wraps around your neck resting against the heat there.

“Of course, Y/N. It’s my pleasure.” He smiled and looked down at you before unlocking the shack and entering after you did. You moved through the small collection and treating area you created before heading out into the vast area where the creatures were. You held out your arm to the ground near the other 3 Runespoors as the small albino one left your neck and made its way onto the ground.

Looking at the larger Runespoors you smiled and touched the spot between their eyes. They loved this spot petted or touched. “Taking good care of him like always huh? Good. Help him grow up strong like you two.” You hum before nodding to the snakes as if they could understand you. Leaving the desert-like area where the snakes were you saw the mooncalves dancing in their full moon area. Surely they would be breeding soon and that excited you. Heading back to the collection shack where Hagrid had informed you that the only Augurey was sick.

“He hasn’t even been eating recently. I’m worried.” Hagrid expressed while petting the greenish-black feathers of the medium sized bird.

“Hey there, Severo. You feeling under the weather huh?” You whispered touching his black beak as it was streaked with white from illness. “This isn’t good at all. Hagrid I think I will take him with me. He needs to Especially medicine and I require help to make it. I will let you know of his status by nightfall.” You held out your arm for the bird, he weakly climbed on before making his way to your shoulder, lodging yourself between your shoulder and neck.

“Make sure you feed the Bicorn’s, Yeva is pregnant and needs extra protein these last few weeks.” With a smile, you slip on a heavier over robe with a hood and pull it up to keep the small bird warm in the cold November breeze. Then you left the shack quickly making your way back to the school.

Your first stop was Pomona Sprout you needed a few ingredients from her before you could head to Severus. Mandrake Restorative Draught was one of the potions that were needed to help Severo heal. Quickly talking with her about getting matured Mandrake roots and insisting it was an emergency. She quickly supplied you with what you needed and you were running down the hall to Dumbledores office.

“Y/n? What is it?” Dumbledore asked, concern filling his face as you removed the hood and showed the sick bird on your shoulder.

“If it isn’t too much to ask, I need a feather and tear from your Phoenix. It’s one of the only things that can save him.” You petted the bird as it let out a pitiful chirp.

“Why yes of course.” He quickly moved over and collected a feather before holding up a vile to the bird’s eye asking for a tear which it supplied. Once you were handed these items you put them in your robe pockets before nodding to him.

“Y/n? You are going to Severus correct?” You had nearly run out of the office before nodding.

“Yes, I am. Even I need help sometimes Albus.” You smile softly before heading out and towards the dungeons, racing down the halls and stairs. You had pulled your hood back up to hide your creature from the students just in case.

Once reaching the Potion Masters classroom you burst in as he was talking to none other than Fred and George Weasley. Stopping mid-sentence Severus stared at you.

“I need your help, Severus.” Your sad voice made his eyes go wide as he gestured you over.

“Get out, you two have Detention for the rest of the week.” He hissed as you came over and removed your hood. The last thing the Weasley boys saw was Snape moving his hands towards your face and leaning in.

The Weasley boys then ran to the Gryffindor common room to tell the other students about the new romance between the two professors.

“He’s sick Severus. I need your help to make the potions to cure him.” You whisper as his hands cup the bird and remove him from your neck.

“It’s a bad case of Blood Malediction. Did you get the feather and tear yet?” He whispered holding the bird and stroking its feathers.

“I did.” You quickly emptied your pockets, setting everything on the desk then pulling a small container from around your neck.

“Salamander blood as well. To help him heal faster.” You were nearly in tears as Severus handed you the bird back before quickly getting to work making the two potions at once.

Two hours later, applying both potions one to the bird’s feathers and skin and the other into his mouth and he was healing at a fast rate. You cried tears of joy and wrapped your arms around Severus holding him tightly.

“Thank you, so much.” You sniffled as you still held onto him watching your bird now stretch his wings before chirp at you happily.

“Don’t thank me yet, he needs to be fed this potion every 3 hours to make sure he is fully healed.” Severus’ voice was calm as he watches the bird before looking to her. “How did you come by an Augurey? Aren’t they meant to tell death?”

“No, they aren’t. They can just foretell rain. Little Severo here found me. During one of my collections in the forbidden forest. His chirping alerted me that rain was coming and he liked the taste of Angel’s Trumpet. Phoneix’s are immune to their poison.” You hummed while you reached out and stroked Severo.

“Severo?” He asked raising an eyebrow to you. Blushing softly you glanced up at him before shrugging.

“I didn’t wanna be too cheesy and name him Severus.” You whispered before turning your attention back to the bird.

“Why would you want to name one of your creatures after me?” He watched her closely trying to read her, sure he could read her mind but he swore he would never do that to her.

“Because” You whispered before turning to him. “He’s strong and stunning and mysterious and beautiful and damage. Like a certain Potions Master, I know.” A heated blush spread on your cheeks before he just stared at you. Roughly he shoved you against the desk, blocking you from getting again, hand closed tightly around your arm.

“Do not play games with me Y/N.” He hissed out in warning before you smiled softly. You knew this was an act, you knew he was scared. Without saying a word you grabbed the opening of his robes and pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his with a smug smirk.

He wanted to resist, to tell her to stop toying with him. But in his moment of weakness, he melted into her. Their lips moving in sync with each other desperately to finish what had started this morning. His hands snaked under your thighs, lifting you up onto his desk as he stood between your thighs. Your legs went around his waist to pull his hips into your with a moan. His arousal already tenting his pants as he parted from the kiss.

“You are vexatious.” He cursed as you reached your hands to quickly undo his pants.

“Do explain Severus. How Vexatious am I? Do I exasperate you? Irritate you? Provoke?” You purred your voice like honey in his ear as you kissed at the tender skin of his neck. Your hands quickly snaking their way to pull out his cock, the only answer he gave was a groan. His head falling forward onto your shoulder. You smirked and stroked his cock torturously slow before his hips started thrusting into your hands weakly.

“Y/N.” He nearly whined but bit his lip to keep himself quiet but he couldn’t help the small “Please” roll off his lips. You almost didn’t believe you could bring this dark and terrifying man to beg. Need was filling you almost as fast as it was him. You quickly hiked up your teaching robes and removed your underwear as you pulled him closer. He clearly got the hint because as soon as you released his cock, he was pushing into you. One hand around your back the other on the desk for balance. Your hands were in his hair pulling his lips to yours once again.

HIs thrusts were slow and firm as if he wanted to live through his feeling for the rest of his life. You let out moan after moan against his lips as his pace picked up. Soon your hands were running down his back, nails scratching him through the layers of clothes he was wearing. It was more than enough to cause his hips to snap forward into you harder as the desk started to creak.

“Fuck. Severus. Baby. Yes.” You moan out totally forgetting where you were, all that mattered was Severus and how good you made each other feel right now. His moans soon matched yours as his hands gripped your hips tightly. From the sweat dripping down his forehead, causing a few locks of black hair to stick there as he pounded into you. To the way, his eyes stared right through your soul it seemed. You knew he was close, and do to the warm build up in your lower stomach and the aching desire in your lower regions, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer either.

You both were dancing on the edge of bliss, so close. A few more thrusts and you both would be crying out and clinging to each other as your bodies trembled through it. However, you wouldn’t get that.

Just as you both were about to finish, Lucius Malfoy walked through the door with a smirk on his face. “Severus, Y/n.” He greeted unphased.

You both paused and hurried to quickly fix yourselves. You making sure Severus’ cock was put away while he tugged down your teaching robes. Your face beat red, Severus’ tinted pink. Most likely from sex, but you knew it was from embarrassment.

“What are you doing here Lucius!” He roared with angry, his hand slightly moving you behind him as he approached his 'friend’.

“Now, now Severus that’s no way to introduce me.” Lucius moved around Severus and arrived in front of you holding out his hand. “Lucius Malfoy. Let me say it’s a pleasure to meet the women who did my job for me.” He chuckled.

“Lucius,” Severus warned as he moved towards his friend.

“Y-your job?” You questioned more to yourself.

“Yes. The fornication, well. Deflowering if you will.” He hums before dropping his hand to his side. “Severus, surely you told the poor girl.” But from the angry on the black haired man faces he knew he did not.

“Oh, I see,” Lucius started before chuckling softly “Well now that she has been informed. Y/N I look forward to meeting you again. Severus.” He nodded to his friend who looked like he wished to hex the white-haired man as he exited the classroom.

“Severus-.” You started taking a step forward and placing your hand on his shoulder. He turned away from you and quickly exited the room not saying a word and no doubt running to lock himself inside his office.

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know a lot about his past. Just a few things Dumbledore had warned you about. Lily and James Potter and his death eater past. But this by far was a shock. Shaking your head you look to your bird as he sat nearly sleeping on a desk. You quickly wrote a note and tied it to his leg.

“Severo, return to Hagrid. He needs this note and this bottle.” You held the bottle out to the bird as he took it in his mouth before stretching his wings and flying into the wall, disappearing before he would have hit it. Now that you didn’t have to worry about that you did have Severus to worry about.

Quickly exiting the classroom and heading down the hallway you stopped outside his office door knocking. “Severus, please talk to me.” You spoke clearly so he could hear you but there was no response.

“Severus, please. I just wish to talk.” You leaned your forehead against his door, one hand softly placed against it. “Just open the door, give me five minutes please.” But he never did open the door. You almost thought about camping out, outside his door all night. But that wasn’t doable, you had a midnight class to teach. Checking the time you sighed before whispering, “I need you to talk to me Severus, but when you’re ready. I’ll wait.” and with that you wiped the tear falling from your eye and headed out towards Hagrid’s shack.

The class knew to meet you outside by midnight for the class. It was 3rd years, you had made arrangements so this class would take place on a Friday night so no classes were on Saturday. You didn’t tell Hagrid you were hurting but he could tell, he was good about that. Pulling you into a tight hug letting you know he was there for you. Offering a smile before you two started preparing for class.

Soon you were teaching a bunch of wide-eyed 3rd years about Mooncalves and letting the creatures investigate the students. Even giving the students food to feed them. Talking and teaching all of them about the magic of their dung and how they dance to find a mate. How they were harmless since most of them were shy but they could run fast so don’t ever chase one. Soon enough you and the students, as well as Hagrid, were sitting on the ground watching the Mooncalves dance to try and find a mate. You explaining everything along the way. There was no lovemaking, they would require a nest for this. Just attracting a mate. It was quite a class and it got your mind off of a certain professor for a while.

But soon it was over and the students were following you back towards the school, making sure each of them headed straight to bed. Then you headed back down to help Hagrid feed the creatures for the night. Taking your time while looking at your beautiful creatures.

“You resemble intense thought.” A growl of a voice pulled you from your little world as you see your only Manticore approach a large rock and lay upon it.

“Eidos, you scared me.” You smile before looking to see Hagrid feeding the Puffskeins.

“Such signifies no explanation.” He gruffed before shaking his mane.

“Yes, Eidos. I am in deep thought. Are you trying to offer me advice?” You chuckled at the idea, Eidos wasn’t like most Manticore. He was soft and kind. Hence his name, the Greek meaning is kind. He was rather an outcast who prefer the company of the human who saved him than the manticores who would of let him die.

“Whenever thou require accordingly, yes.”

“May I sit then?” you gestured to a rock beside the one he was laying upon.

“Affirmative.”

“It’s quite a silly story of human affection. The person of my desire, well, I found out he had not had another mate before me. Which, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. But when I tried to talk to him about it, he all but shut down and ran. I’m sure my curiosity might have ruined what little we did have.” You sighed and glanced to Hagrid now playing with Bicorns. Especially the little ones who were just growing their horns.

“It appears as though he yearned for the discovery to stay secret. Consequently during thou happened upon this realization, he serves no knowledge on whence to advance.”

“Eidos, how do you know all this?” You chuckled softly before reflecting on his words. Maybe Severus really didn’t know how to approach this. “What do you think I should do then?”

“I speculate thou ought to deliver time to comprehend if his essence prevails loyal throughout exertion.” His voice was soft and he turned to face you, “If his essence renounces thou perhaps this existed not for eternity.”

“Thank you, Eidos. You are wise beyond your years.” You hum before holding your hand out and stroking his cheek. Maybe he was right, maybe if Severus couldn’t open up to you about this there was no reason to pursue this. Eidos leans into your touch before you stand and thank him for his advice. Quickly you finish feeding the creatures and head out with Hagrid.

“Ya’ know you can talk t'me if yeh need too.” His deep voice was comforting as you walked him to the door of his shack.

“I know Hagrid. Thank you.” You smile and touch his arm before heading up the path towards the school. But Severus seemed to slip back into your mind. You wanted nothing more than to make sure he was okay, maybe he would think you were asleep by now.

This made you walk a bit faster nearly running into the school and right into Dumbledore. “Y/n? What are you doing dear?” He chuckles softly rather thrown off by the way you were rushing.

“Albus!” You smiled before looking around. “Okay so. I have a bit of a problem. I found out something about Severus he would have preferred to keep private. How do I go about telling him I don’t mind it?” You blurted out before looking at your friend hopefully.

“Well,” He raised an eyebrow before gesturing you to walk with him as he unnoticeably made his way towards the dungeons. “Severus is a good man, difficult to open up. I’ve tried and I’ve only made so much success. But if he truly means that much to you, show him. He won’t know what to do at first but just show him you are staying. He’s never had that from a woman.” He looked at you knowingly before you nodded as you realized where you two were.

“But how am I to talk to him. he’s locked me out.” You whisper seeing how close you were to his office.Dumbledore just offers a smile before using his wand to unlock the door and gesturing for you to enter. You look from the now open door to him and whisper thank you before slipping inside as the door closed softly.

Taking a deep breath you found what little courage you had and made your way into his personal quarters. What neither of you expected was to lock eyes with each other. Severus was sitting on the edge of his bed looking like he had been crying when you met his dark eyes. He didn’t have a chance to get angry or to yell because you were by his side pulling him into a hug. Nothing was said and his arms didn’t leave his lap as you clung to him.

You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to tell him it didn’t matter, that you still wanted him. That you loved him. Wait, did you love him? You pulled your head up to cup his cheek, his eyes were closed jerking his head away from you. It broke your heart, maybe you did love him.

“Severus.” You whispered as you turned his face towards yours, his eyes were still tightly closed. You placed soft kisses under his eyes were they were streaked with salty tears before pressing your forehead to his. “I don’t care.” You whispered opening your eyes to look at him.

His eyes opened slowly as he pulled away from you slightly. “You. Don’t care!?” He nearly shouted as he stood and paced the room. “What do you mean you don’t care! This isn’t just something you can brush off! I used you! Why do you even care about me? Why are you even here!?” His voice was hoarse and harsh, the words falling off his tongue like venom.

“Because” You stood and grabbed his shoulders making him look at you “Because I care about you.” You wanted to tell him you loved him but that probably wouldn’t go over well right now.

“Why! Out of everyone here. Why do you care about me? Because poor pathetic Snivellus couldn’t get a girl? Because he’s so disgusting he couldn’t even find someone who wanted him sexual let alone otherwise? Because he’s so damaged that it’s a fucking joke? Is that what I am to you? A joke? Do you laugh at me with Minvera and Remus, fucking Remus? You’re shagging him, aren’t you? Took pity on me and decided to play along. Is this just a god damn joke?” He shouted, angry boiling up in him. He wanted nothing more than to hex you, obliviate you so you didn’t even know him. He didn’t want to play these stupid games.

You just waited till he was finished before raising an eyebrow at him. “Severus you know damn well-”

“What?!” He cut you off trying to appear bigger than you. “What do I know Y/N? Huh? That you actually would want to be with me? That’s funny, who put you up to this? Save it. This game has gone on long enough. Get out.” He glared at you as tears streamed from his eyes. “GET OUT!”

You didn’t move from your stop, your hands cupped his cheeks and wiped the tears from his eyes. “This was never a game. no one put me up to this. I want you, Severus. If you don’t feel the same, I’ll leave and never come back. We won’t even be friends if that is what you want.” You turned to look at the door. “But I want you, Severus. So much. I would never be with Remus. I only have eyes for you.” You whisper stroking his cheeks softly.

“How dare you lie to-” He started but you pulled him to your lips, your eyes closed tightly as a tear slipped down your cheek. Trying to get him to understand you weren’t lying. That you wanted him and everything he was and wasn’t.

He pulled away from the kiss searching your face for something, anything. Any sign you were lying any sign of you being given a love potion. Anything. You stared up at him hands sliding from his cheeks to rest on his shoulders. “If you want me to leave still, I will.” You whispered even though it broke your heart.

“No” It was small barely a whisper but it had you gazing up into softening black eyes. You watched each other for what seemed like hours. You didn’t say a word when he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. Your hands just pulled him a little closer wanting, no needing to mold into him. You did pull away from him and take his hand leading him to the bed. Slowly you pulled out your wand quickly casting a spell to remove both of your teaching robes leaving you only in your under clothes. You accio’d a shirt of his and put it on before gesturing for him to lay down.

He didn’t complain or mutter a word as he laid down, you laid beside him and pulled him into an embrace his head on your chest as your stroked his hair. You wanted to tell him everything that was going through your head, but there would be a time and place for that and it wasn’t now. You just held each other until you both fell into a restful sleep.

The next morning neither of you wanted to get up and thankfully you didn’t have to on a Saturday morning. You had woken up first and just smiled slightly. Last night was stressful but you knew today would be a better day for sure. Looking down at the beautiful man still laying on your chest you couldn’t help feeling your heart swell. How beautiful would it be to wake up every morning like this?

Leaning down slightly you placed a soft kiss on the top of his head which caused him to stir awake and pull you closer. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you run your hand down his bare back slowly. “Severus.” You whispered waiting for him to look up at you. His hair was a mess his eyes opening slightly but still mostly closed as he looked up at you. He looked content and happy and you almost hated to ask him to move. “Why did you let me be your first?” The question had been on your mind for a while now but the awkward groan he made before hiding his face in your chest was beyond cute.

“Cmon Severus. Just tell me.” You played with his hair softly as he groaned again into your chest not wanting to talk about this at all but clearly not wanting to fight either. So you did the only thing that came to your mind and rolled over on top of him pinning him down with a grin. Your hands finding his, interlocking your fingers and pinning them beside his head. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face looked up at you annoyingly before you straddled his lap. A grin playing on your lips when you felt a familiar hardness, he just huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Tell me, Severus.” You whispered as your lips caressed over his jaw softly before placing soft kisses against his bare neck. He wanted to tell you to fuck off, wanted to tell you to stop. But his head tipped back giving you more room to work. “Tell” You whispered before dragging your tongue down his neck to his collar bone and softly nibbling “Me.”

He panted slightly, his teeth sinking into his lip as he swallowed hard. He could surely resist your teasing. You pulled back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow knowing he wouldn’t admit anything. “You know it’s so hot.” You whispered trying to take a difference approach to this. He glanced at you curiously but only with one eye, the other one was still closed.

“It’s so hot that I’m the only one who has seen you like this, touched you like this.” You wiggled your hips against him to emphasize what you mean. A small moan got caught in his throat as he tipped his head back farther. “It gets me so bothered that you only moan like this for me. It’s so hot Severus.” You purred as you nibbled his ear pressing your body against his. Another groan left his lips as he squeezed your hands. You slipped one free and ran it over his chest as you kissed his neck, sucking soft hickeys into his flesh. “You’re mine, mine to explore and pleasure. Mine forever more.” You looked up at him as you slowly crawled down his body placed kisses and hickeys against his body. Only when you got to the rim of his boxers you did pause and looked up at him.

His eyes seemed to darken as he watched you, leaning up on his elbows to watch you. He didn’t have the willpower to stop you even if he wanted to. But the slight nod he gave you was enough for you to pull down his boxers and run your fingers over his hardening shaft before looking up, locking eyes with him and taking his head into your mouth. He wanted nothing more than to watch you but his head found itself falling back against the pillows as he let out a moan. You were quite pleased as you took him into your mouth as far as you dared your hand coming up to stroke the part not surrounded by your lips. Bobbing your head in time with your hand to create a vacuum you even hollow your cheeks and sucked, letting your tongue wiggle against the underside of his shaft.

He was physically falling apart and squirming under you, his hips weakly thrusting up as his chest heaved heavily, his head tossing from side to side to look at you before falling back again. His hands gripping the sheets on either side on him before relaxing. He let out a whimper as you pulled off and kissed back up his body. Slowly removing his shirt from you as you straddled his lap again. Pushing his boxers off his legs fully before slipping your bra off one strap at a time as he watched you hungrily.

“Stop teasing me.” He nearly growled but made no move to stop you as his hands ran over your hips.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m showing you how it would have been if I knew I was your first. I would have made it so special Severus.” You whispered running your hands up his chest before leaning down and kissing him softly. He quickly flipped you both over pinning you under him.

“It was special, always is with you.” He whispered against your neck clearly afraid of reject. But his lips caressed your neck so tenderly, drunk Severus was always rough, this was interesting. You ran your hand through his hair whimpering softly as his lips danced down to swirl around your breast clearly avoiding your nipples.

“Severus..” You whine arching your back to slightly press your chest up as he chuckled softly before taking your nipple into his mouth rolling his tongue over it. You bit down on your lip roughly before tugging at his hair softly. He smiled against your skin before continuing his path downwards, worshiping your body as if you were a goddess. Praising and kissing ever inch of you.

“Severus, Please.” You whispered hand still in his hair as he looked up at you, hair messy and eyes dark as he softly bit the edge of your panties and pulled them down before his fingers helped them off your legs. That sight alone had a shiver running down your spine as your heart raced.

You were still stunned to find he was a virgin until not so recently, he was one of the best lovers you’ve ever had. Then again being with the one, everything felt so right. Wait, was Severus the one? You felt your eyes swell with tears as you closed them trying to prevent them from falling. Not wanting him to get the wrong idea but that’s what he did.

“Merlin. Y/N are you okay? I’m so sorry.” He whispered crawling up and laying beside you to look over you as his hand caressed your cheek. “I’m so stupid, I should have asked. I didn’t,” He started before stopping himself. Maybe she was regretting even being with him in the first place. He glanced towards where his clothes were shifting to leave the bed.

You quickly grabbed onto him and pulled him into a passionate kiss full of everything you were feeling. “Severus, stop. Just stop for a second.” You whispered as he looked at you softly brushing your hair behind your ear.

“We don’t have to Y/N” He whispered looking down.

“Shut up,” You whisper half laughing before wiping your eyes. “I’m not sad, I’m quite happy and there’s no one else I’d rather be with. Ever.” You whisper hoping he got what you meant as you looked at him softly, full of hope.

“Y/n I- wait what?” He looked up alarmed and scared and let his face fall into that blank cold expression he normally wore. “I can’t. I’m not. You deserve..” He mumbled before sitting up on the edge of the bed.

“Severus Snape.” You said matter-of-factly before pulling him back down to the bed and straddling him so he couldn’t leave. “You are amazing, and I know what I’m signing up for. I want to be there for you, I do care Severus. Trust me I won’t turn into her, ever.” You whisper before kissing him softly, his hands clung to your waist as he pulled you closer. He didn’t know he had been waiting for so long for someone just like you, but now he’d be damned if he let you go.

Once you broke the kiss you looked at him a second before dragging your hand dow his chest slowly asking if this was still okay. He gasped and gave a soft nod as your hand curled around his cock, quickly you aligned yourself and let him slip slowly inside of you.

The way he fit perfectly between your silky thighs, the way his hips harmonized yours perfectly, his hands fitting right in the division of your waist and your lips melting and molding against his as if you two were made for each other.

Slowly you let your hips grind against his, making delicate movements to test the waters but as before everything always felt so right. Severus didn’t want to be impatient but his hips moved up to meet yours every time you lifted yourself off of him and took him again. Soft moans filling the room as he pulled you down to meet his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a loving embrace. The world seemed to fade from around you two, his hips still meeting your slow movements, mouths open but not speaking a word. Kisses heated and shared with hearts full of need.

Bodies moving against each other to the beat of your racing hearts, before Severus buries his face into your neck letting out a soft moan of your name that has your stomach doing flips. You bit down on your lip, whimpering as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. Your body was heating up rapidly now, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but no you had to hold out. Hold out for Severus, hold out to make this last. But despite you wanting to a few more thrusts and you were orgasming. Body tensing, trembling, your mouth opens wordlessly as you manage to whisper his name throughout the most sensual orgasm you’ve ever had.

He was soon to follow after hearing his name fall from your beautiful lips, a few thrusts and he was over the edge, his body pushing up into yours wanting you two to melt together. His seed spilled deep inside mixing with your orgasm. Soft thrusts and touches to ride it out as you both panted roughly. He nudged your jaw until he could capture your lips with his even though his lungs burned with need of air. You were his everything and he couldn’t believe you thought he was yours.

You parted the kiss and laid there with him, holding him close as you let yourself slip off to the side of him. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his raging heart beat slow. Your hand finding his and holding it to your chest as you closed your eyes and let the afterglow just wash over your body like a new wave. His other arm enclosed around your body protecting you from anything and everything. And you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment with the man you loved.

“Severus.” you whisper after some time waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you smile, “Be mine. Whatever it means. I want to wake up every morning beside you and lay with you every evening. Nothing public, not if you don’t want it. I just want you.” You whisper before nuzzling your nose under his jaw, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. His smell was intoxicating even though he would be taking a shower soon.

“Only if you will return the favor for me, and be mine.” He whispered and pulled you closer as the two of you laid there in bliss.

You and Severus had missed breakfast nearly missed lunch as well but you had paused outside the great hall and gestured for him to enter first. You knew he wouldn’t want to show off this, and you were fine with it. Though you would tell all your friends. “Go on, I’ll wait out here a few minutes so we don’t look like we arrived together.” You whispered getting close to him before smiling.

He looked over you a second before kissing you softly and grabbing your hand in his and walking in, capes flowing behind him like always. No one set of eyes weren’t on the two of you as he held your seat out for you and took the stop beside you. You blushed before glancing to him as he raised a brow to you, clearly embarrassed as well before you look down at your plate.

“Let’s avoid doing that again Severus.” You whisper before you set your hand on his thigh under the table. His fingers slowly intertwining with yours.

“I just wanted to show you I will for you."He whispered before picking up his fork and starting to eat.

"I know, but maybe in the privacy of not the whole school next time.” You whispered before smiling softly at him as he nodded.

“Agreed.” he nodded.

Fred and George held out their hands to Ron and Harry who had bet you and Snape would never get together. “I told you. She digs the vampire thing.” Hermione chimed in as she read her book.

“Does that  mean he’s going to be nicer?” Ron asked before looking back to Snape who was now glaring at their table.

“Don’t bet on it,” Harry muttered as he handed Fred a few coins.

[deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts]

The girl who tried to save the Holmes part 2 - Sherlock x reader/Mycroft x reader

AN: I wasn’t planning on doing a second part until an idea popped into my head so here you go everyone that requested it. It’s not my best but it’ll do so I can post something. 

(Part one)

Overall Summary: Sherlock has to decide between shooting Mycroft, John, and the reader and the reader is trying to convince him to shoot her.

In this chapter: You are worth it. 

Word count: 699 (short and sweet)

Warnings: None, fluff

“You idiot! You complete and utter idiot!” You had jumped up from the ambulance and thrown the blanket off you as you ran towards Sherlock. 

He was taken back by your shouts but nothing hit him harder than your body, literally, crashing against his. You wrapped your arms around Sherlock and buried your face into his jacket. 

“I know.” Sherlock chuckled after a moment, surprisingly hugging you back. 

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[deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts]

The girl who tried to save the Holmes  - Sherlock x reader / Mycroft x reader

AN: Requested by @whoolemilk (it won’t let me tag you for some reason) I might change a little bit of it later on but for now, here ye are!

Summary: “can you write something from The Final Problem where Sherlock has to decide between shooting Mycroft, John, and the reader and the reader is trying to convince him to shoot her - something in that scenario?”

Word count: 1,547

Warnings: Some strong language, Slight Sherlock x reader, slight Mycroft x reader, angst, talk of death, you have to go though this painful as shit scene from the final problem again

There you were, stood in between Mycroft, John, Sherlock and a gun. Wondering how the hell you got yourself into this situation. 

It was your own fault. You insisted you come to with the boys to see their sister, Eurus. 

However a visit had turned into a hell hole of an experience rather quickly. Eurus had been challenging you all through little twisted games. Threatening and killing and toying with you all. 

Sherlock got it worst. That’s who Eurus actually wanted to hurt; to break. 

“Hey, Sis, don’t mean to complain, but this one’s empty. What happened, did you run out of ideas?” Sherlock asked as he moved into the next room. You and the others close on his heels.

“It’s not empty, Sherlock. You’ve still got the gun, haven’t you? I told you you’d need it, because only three can play the next game. Just three of you go on from here. Your choice, it’s make-your-mind-up time. Whose help do you need the most, John, (Y/n) or Mycroft? It’s an elimination round. You choose two and kill the other. You have to choose, family or friends. Mycroft, sweet little (y/n) or John Watson?” Eurus’s words made you go cold. Elimination. Kill. 

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[milkteahood]

stay 3

Brahms Heelshire x fem!reader

part 3 (and the last)

part 1, part 2

warnings: smut (minors dni!!!)

summary: living with Brahms started to get better than you expected.

Living with Brahms wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Of course, after the adrenaline washed off and you had some time to breathe as you were preparing lunch, the fact that you are living with an adult male hit you. Not only you were living with him, his parents lied to you. No wonder they were so uneasy when they left, you thought to yourself.

You thought about giving them a piece of your mind once they were back, but all your dreams came crashing when Brahms showed you the letter. The weren’t coming back and now you were left with two choices, make a run for it or stay with this strange man who wanted nothing more but you to like him. You chose the latter. No matter how much your brain was screaming at you to leave, you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave Brahms. He needed you, you figured that much and you grew quite fond of him, as the time went on.

Brahms was, weirdly well behaved. He was clingier than you normally would’ve liked, but if you were stern enough, he would listen. He behaved as long as you took care of him, but he also sought out your happiness. Oddly enough, he wanted you to be proud of him, he wanted to see you smile and praise him.

As you prepared his plate, you recalled one time you asked him to put the dishes in the sink. After some pouting on his side, he did. “Thank you Brahms. You’re a good boy” you told him. You remember how he froze up in place, immediately rushing over to you, almost crushing your bones in a hug. “Again, again, again” he said while hugging you.

The memory made you smile. He wasn’t as bad as you thought. You expected someone violent, with insane outbursts, instead you got an adult sized child who wanted you to praise him. Of course you weren’t stupid, you knew he wanted more, but for now he was content with the attention you were giving and you didn’t want to rush anything. You noticed the way he looked at you and you knew he was still looking from inside the walls. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered. The attention he was giving you was overwhelming, in a good way. You were never alone.

“Y/N” he spoke in his child voice, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry Brahms” you said as you put the food in front of him “I got lost in my own thoughts”

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, looking at you curiously.

For a while you thought whether to tell him the truth or not. What would telling him the truth bring you? What would he do knowing you were thinking of him? Would this rush things? But even so, would that be so bad?

He kept looking at you, waiting for an answer. You decided it’s best to use this to your advantage.

“I will tell you, if you’ll be a good boy today and help me with the chores”.

“No!” he immediately said and stood up. He wanted to know.

“Well, then I suppose you don’t want to know?” you asked calmly. You learned to stay calm whenever he got angry. Not only he could smell fear, he also looked at you as a child would look at their mother in these situations. He expected you to be calm so you can calm him down too.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to know” you smiled at him.

“No! No no, I want to!” he quietly sat back down “I will help”.

“Good boy” you said and started eating.

He tensed up at that, fork frozen in his hand. Brahms looked up as you were eating. He exhaled and started eating too, mask only slightly lifted. He had agreed to eat with you as long as you promised to never look until he finished his food. So you always looked down at your plate, only lifting your gaze once he's told you he's done.

He helped with everything there was, in hopes you will tell him. Didn’t complain once, and you’d be lying to say you didn’t take full advantage of it. Who knows when such an opportunity would come again? Of course, you overworked him around the house. Whenever you felt him getting annoyed by all your demands, you’d give him another praise, another “good boy” or “I’m so proud of you”, “you’re doing so well”. All of them made him work harder instantly.

When night came, you were both exhausted, but at least you finished everything you wanted to do that day. As you tucked him in the bed, you completely forgot about your promise, but Brahms didn’t. When you were about to leave, he grabbed your wrist “you said you’d tell me”.

It took you a second to realize what he was talking about, but once you did, you froze. Should you tell him you were thinking of him? Of how sweet he was? Where would that lead? Part of you was anxious, but the other was ready to know. And the latter won again.

“You” you said “I was thinking of you”.

Neither of you moved after that. He was staring at you, eyes widen. You could easily tell he didn’t expect that answer, but you also knew it pleased him. You felt him pull you closer and knew where this was heading. After so long of living with him, both pretending you didn’t just want to jump each other's bones, all you wanted was to finally kiss him and feel him on top of you.

As your lips almost reached the porcelain mask, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Brahms, I can’t really kiss you with that on”.

He debated whether he should take it off or not. He worried you might not like what’s underneath it, but the way you smiled at him, the loving gaze in your eyes made him decide to take it off. Seeing his face gave you butterflies. You wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.

“You’re so handsome” you said before kissing him. The kiss and your compliment took him slightly off guard, but he quickly melted into you. Your fingers found his hair, grabbing it and pulling him even closer to you. He moaned into you mouth and placed his hands on your hips, grabbing them so tightly you swore it was going to leave bruises. But you didn’t care, and nor did he. You could feel his erection growing with each moan that left your mouth.

One of your hand left his hair to palm his length.

“You’re such a good boy for me Brahms” you said, lips brushing against his.

He could only moan and look at you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You’ve been so, so good today” you smirked at how your praises aroused him.

He could barely utter any words, his moans were the only things echoing in the room.

Moving your lips to his neck, you started kissing him while your hand slipped his cock out and began stroking it. His hands were firmly holding you in place, as his head dropped backwards.

“I want to put it in” he moaned out.

“Say please” you smirked.

“Please..” he managed to let out between broken moans.

“Go to town, Brahms”.

That’s all the permission he needed before he flipped you over, coming on top of you.

“Someone’s excited” you said and placed a hand on his cheek. He immediately leaned into your touch, craving you like nothing else in the world.

He leaned in and kissed you again, his hands working to rip off your clothes. As your chest was completely exposed, he pulled away to work on his own layers, while you were working on your pants.

You stood naked in front of one another, a feral look in his eyes as he kissed you again and pushed you down, head hitting the pillow. He guided his cock at your entrance, both of you moaning and he pushed himself in, almost collapsing over you. He swore he could’ve came right there and then. You were so warm and wet.

Brahms buried his head in the crook on your neck, moaning loudly as he kept thrusting, his pace only increasing. Your nails were digging into his back, trying to pull him as close as possible. And the sounds this created, the skin slapping against skin made him go completely feral.

“You feel so good baby, you’re doing such a good job”.

He could only moan at that, nodding his head frantically.

“I’m so close baby, just like that, keep going” you moaned, one hand grabbing at his hair.

He wanted nothing but to please you, so he kept going. Harder, faster, until you came all over his cock. But he didn’t stop, he kept fucking you through your orgasm until he reached his own. Your legs were trembling, your entire body felt incredibly sensitive.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” he moaned out, feeling himself get closer.

“Yes baby, come for me”.

And he did, filling you up, eyes squeezed shut.

He slowly pulled out of you and dropped to your side, immediately pulling you in. He was breathing heavily, nose already nuzzling itself into your hair.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“Yes baby?”

“You won’t leave me, will you?”

“Of course not”

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay, forever, for you”

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[hoe4hotchner]

Hey! I wanted to say I'm such a huge fan of your works. They're so well written and I look forward to seeing your posts. If you're still taking requests from your prompt list, I would love to see 23 and 37 👀 please 🙏

A concerned colleague

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Requests are open and here’s my prompt list. Thank you so much!!! Ahh!

Warnings: Angst. Mention of ED. Feeling neglected and hopeless. Praise.

Prompts: 23. Be a good girl and do what I tell you.

37. When was the last time you ate? or even slept?

You were starting to feel the effects of the many sleepless nights you endured. Your body felt weak. Tired all the time. It was like a never-ending question of whether or not you had the strength to get out of your bed in the mornings.

Some days you just physically couldn’t get yourself out of it, waiting until the last possible moment to roll over the edge. Just enough time to get dressed and look presentable for work. Most of the time it meant skipping breakfast. It soon became a habit, frequently skipping meals on purpose. What had started out as a harmless one-off, soon became your sense of normality.

You only really ended up eating whenever you were out on cases, joining the rest of the team as they ordered lunch or dinner. Getting out of it was not an option.

When you were forced to take some leave from the office, everything went downhill. You failed to take care of yourself in every aspect of your life. You didn’t get out, rarely slept, never ate. All you did was stay in bed and occasionally get up to take a shower.

Work was the only purpose you really saw for your life, not even your wonderful friends were able to make it on the list.

The day finally arrived when you could go back to the office. Upon stepping into the bullpen, all eyes fell on you. Your sickly fragile figure dragging you towards your desk, where you planted yourself on the chair. What once had been you, was now an empty shell of a person.

Your clothes had gotten looser on you, the oversized look not helping your appearance in the slightest.

The last to arrive and the first to leave, that was what you were. Morgan called everyone into the conference room, needing to talk about what was happening to their friend, to you.

Hotch was worried about you too. Although he hadn’t been out of his office to welcome you back, he’d seen your grey tone. The bones in your face appeared more prominently than the last time he had seen you. The last time he had seen your smile as well.

“I’m worried about her.” Morgan started, addressing the non-present elephant in the room. He looked around at each of the members, receiving a small nod as he made the round. His gaze fell on Hotch, his cold expressionless demeanor was gone. Something in him had sparked when he saw you. The sorrow and worry were evident as Morgan decided to leave the obvious concern Hotch felt at that, an emotional twinkle in his eye.

“We didn’t even check up on her when she was on leave. I should’ve done something.” Garcia softly spoke, her voice was brittle as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“None of us even gave her a single thought. We’re monsters.” JJ chimed in, her head lowered down, gaze falling on the table as she fiddled with her nails. They were all beating themselves up for not having noticed. Sure. you’d stopped responding to their group chat messages, but they’d brushed it off at you wanting to stay out of work while you were gone. Something you’d never do if they really had thought about it.

That evening Hotch couldn’t stop thinking about you, pacing around in his living room. His mind wandered to you every single second. Jack was staying over at Jessica’s place, the only reassurance he needed before he grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

He found himself driving straight to your location, only making a single stop, hoping that he could manage to achieve his goal. Or at least get you to talk. All he needed was for you to talk.

A knock landed on your door, the heavy pellet-sized rain pounding against your windows. You didn’t know if you wanted to get up, even if you wanted to let the person inside.

“(Y/N)! I know you’re in there, you better open the door or so God help me I’ll kick it in!” Your boss’s voice warned from the other side of it. With a loud groan, you rose from your sprawled-out position on the couch, followed by the crackling sound of your joints and bones. Moving towards the front door, you hesitated, your hand floating above the handle.

Aaron’s tall and broad frame met your eyes as you closed your hand around the handle and carefully opened the door. His expression just as full of concern, as they’d been at the “meeting” between the other members of the BAU.

Your body looked even smaller and weaker than earlier, mostly, due to the fact that you’d wrapped yourself in a hoodie two sizes too big, which now appeared to be more like three to four times too big on you.

The dark circles around your eyes made you look like you’d been beaten up, and truth be told, that was the way your body felt as you moved around.

“I’m worried about you,” Hotch mentioned as he took a step inside of your home, letting you close the door. The polo he was wearing hugged his biceps deliciously, making them appear bigger. His legs were covered in the coarse fabric of his rarely used denim jeans.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked, moving towards the kitchen, completely brushing what he’d said away. You didn’t want to confront those feelings, but Aaron wasn’t letting go as easily as you thought.

“(Y/N)! I mean it! When was the last time you ate? Or even slept?” His pitch sounded harsher than he’d initially liked. Your body tensed up as the real confrontation was starting to take over. Your back was turned towards him, rendering him unable to see the glossed-over look in your eyes. Slowly, you lifted your arm, scratching at your elbow.

Aaron heard the crackling of your skeleton as you moved, he didn’t like that sound.

“Please. You’re not alright.” He begged, you jumped as you felt his hand touch your shoulder, not having heard him move closer to you.

“Hotch, just leave me alone, please.” You begged on the verge of tears.

“Not until you eat something. Here I brought you this.” He motioned towards the Tupperware of Rossi’s famous carbonara that you loved so much. As he pulled the lid off, your mouth immediately started to water at the smell hitting your nose, but you couldn’t. You tried to tell yourself that it was okay, but you’d gone so long without sustenance, what was another day.

“Go on eat.” Hotch nodded towards the seat closest to you before moving to find the drawer that held your cutlery.

“I can’t.” You whimpered.

“Be a good girl and do what I tell you.” Hotch shook the professionalism away for a second, letting his fatherly instincts take over, reprimanding you, but in a soft way. Something that had always worked with Jack, and now seemed to work with you. Something flashed through you as the two utterly random words he stated jolted your mind awake.

Hotch made a mental note of that, the praise aspect to his words could potentially help him help you.

Cautiously you picked up the fork, prodding at the noodles with it as you pushed them around in the clear plastic bowl.

“(Y/N)!” He warned, ready to force-feed you the dish if it was the last thing he was going to do. You twirled a small amount of it on your fork, closing the gap between your mouth and the food with a shaking hand, nervous of what the outcome would be.

“That’s a good girl. See… That wasn’t so hard. Now, let’s eat some more.” Aaron praised as you swallowed the first bite. You looked up at him, the happiness that the praise brought with it lighting up your whole face. He swore he caught a glimpse of that glimmer that you used to have, just for a moment.

You slowly brought another forkful into your mouth, followed by a few praising words and encouragements until you’d finished every single bite of the meal. You felt full for the first time in a while. The drowsiness overtook your body. Aaron could tell that you were getting tired, a result of your body working to digest the first nutrient it had received in a while.

He helped you into your bedroom, getting you under the covers as you slowly started drifting off into the world of dreams awaiting you.

“Don’t leave.” You begged, looking up at him through heavy lids. Your hand was stretched out as you managed to grab a fistful of his jeans, stopping him in his tracks.

Aaron didn’t say a word before he discarded his shoes climbing into the bed. He sat on top of the covers, back pressed against the headboard. He didn’t know what to make of himself, but somehow his hand instinctively tangled itself into your roots, lightly rubbing your scalp.

You hummed in appreciation, unconsciously twisting around in your sleep to cuddle into the side of his body.

“Good girl.” He murmured, though he knew you didn’t hear him.

[touchstarvedirl]

Types of Boyfriends (Avengers HC)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner x Female!Reader

Warning(s): Profanity

A/N: I have an HC addiction. If you haven’t read any of my other HC’s you probably won’t know, but I do this thing where I create a list of HC’s I want to write in the HC I’m already writing, it’s horrendous and I need to stop doing it. + My Masterlist for my other stuff!

Summary: The kind of boyfriends Steve, Bucky and Bruce are.

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[sevsnapes]

Snape’s first time

Snape x reader headcanons

Not SFW - minors DNI!

You'd have to take the lead a little bit because Sev is inexperienced and hasn't had the time or effort to put much thought into what he would do if he actually had sex...

He’s so worried he will do something wrong or just not be good enough (yeah, you and I know that’s not possible but he will still worry about it)

Your lips would meet first, hot and desperate and passionate, Sev fuelled by the butterflies in his stomach, equal parts eager and nervous

Of course, you've made out before but it's never gone very far and he's so ready to feel you

He would whimper in anticipation before you’ve even touched him this time. Slide a hand up his thigh and he'd be done for

Sev would be dying to touch you first though, so you’d guide him, and he'd be so willing to learn what you like and SO incredibly responsive to your body

Starting hesitantly, he would soon get into the rhythm of his fingers working their magic on you, sending sparks from your core through your entire body

He almost forgets how painfully tight his trousers are growing while he’s busy with his fingers in you

His eyes would be wide in awe that he’s able to give you pleasure with such a simple touch but would turn hungry as he watches you writhe in pleasure

He wants to touch you again and again now he knows how you respond to it. Thinks about it constantly for days

His fingers are surprisingly gifted for someone new to this. You earn a blush from him when you tell him so

His head would fall back as gasps and ah’s leave his mouth at the slightest touch from you, finally feeling your skin on his

You’d touch him slowly and gently, knowing he might be over sensitive the first time

He's impatient and so needy. As you straddle him as he bucks his hips up into yours, desperate for more contact

Melts when you slide your fingers through his hair and kiss him sweetly. He's so gorgeous beneath you

He spends so much of his life in complete control of his emotions, it feels so good to just let go and let you take care of him

And to finally give in to his desires with you

Sev is really loud when it feels just right

His hands would be glued to your hips (despite being literally in you). If you guide them to your breasts, your clit, your ass - he moans each time and can't keep his hands off you after that

You’d try to take it slow for him, but his hips would snap up into yours as he feels himself getting closer to his release

When the feeling becomes too much, he isn’t sure how to tell you so a ‘Please,’ escapes his lips

‘Let go,’ you'd whisper to him and that’s all it takes. His fingers dig into the sheets or into you, grabbing at anything to try and stay in the moment as pleasure crashing over him, and you too

Takes him a while to recover

You hold him and stroke his hair as he catches breath. He kisses you softly. ‘Thank you,’ he would whisper into your mouth

When he's back in the real world, he instantly wants to try every position and activity known to man

His first time would frankly the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had thanks to you, and he does not know what to do with that information, but he knows he can’t wait for a second round

[snapeluvr]

How about some headcanons for dating severus after the war, he’s alive and well, opening up to dating now

Dating Severus Headcanons 

A/N: Thanks so much for your request, lovely anon! I’ve never written headcanons before, so I hope I don’t let you down ;3

Admittedly, Severus had not had many romantic engagements throughout his life. Of course, the whole world knew now of his love for Lily Evans, but even that had been exaggerated in the flurry of the end of the war. In the years after the end of the first war, when he had some more leeway when it came to how he spent his time, he had been…coerced into some relationships at the behest of Narcissa Malfoy, but none of them ever lasted long given the grief and general air of despair that surrounded Severus, so she eventually gave up. 

Given his previous romantic history, he certainly never planned on dating or committing to a relationship with anyone, ever, so he had no real idea of what to do or how to act when he did eventually find you. 

Because of this, you had to be the first one to approach Severus with the idea of going out on a date, and you definitely had to be the one to ask to be his partner, because he was never going to subject someone else to dealing with him, no matter how much he liked them (remember, he’s spent the majority of his life with very few true friendships, so he doesn’t really know how to initiate them). 

After getting past this initial barrier, you’re able to explore the ways he shows affection. He’s still got somewhat of an acerbic personality (that doesn’t go away just because a war is over), but he’s cautious to talk to you a little gentler and in a more neutral tone. He isn’t particularly prone to outbursts of laughter, but he will definitely smile at you when you do something silly. 

Some of his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service. The former shines through with how much time you both spend together. Since the end of the war, he’s abandoned Spinner’s End and found a small house in the country, where he has ample privacy for his affairs, and you are a constant presence there once you begin dating. It starts off with you coming over to help cook dinner together, staying up late reading books in his living room together, and turns into you staying the night more and more often as your relationship progresses. These were the times you got to know him best, you see, because you got to see him in his home, where his guard is most relaxed. As much as you would ever know each other, he’s spent so many years hiding his true self from the public eye, that whenever you were out in public, his old habits meant to protect him reared their heads and prevented him from being like the Sev you knew at home. Getting to spend time with him doing menial things strengthened your bond and helped Severus become more comfortable with you. 

Acts of service show themselves in different ways. Usually, it comes with him teaching you things that he is very passionate about, such as potions. He hated being a teacher, but if you had expressed a genuine and intellectual interest in potions, that he was willing to help you learn about them, practically and theoretically. He invites you into his private lab, a HUGE indicator that he trusts you given that he has it stocked to the brim with rare, expensive, and dangerous potions ingredients. He is hypervigilant at all times, ensuring that you don’t make a single mistake with a potion that could hurt you in any way. If you were a potion geek like him, you both worked together on advancing each other’s research and special projects, combining both of your extensive knowledge about them. Other acts of service include his help in making sure that you are taking care of yourself. If you have a job that is particularly stressful, he will make sure to have a warm bath ready with tea (or whatever your favourite beverage is). If you do independent work, and you get too caught up in it, he will check on you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself, and might bring you some food while he’s at it. Having someone to care about grounds him, as well as helps him express his feelings a little easier. 

He is very attentive. He finally has someone who cares about him as much as he does them, so he makes sure to hang on to your every word, and he has a great memory for things you mention in passing. You can count on this memory kicking in for any gifts he might get you for holidays or special occasions, and he’d definitely go to any length to get you something he knows you’d love. 

In terms of physical affection, Severus is definitely not the type to engage in PDA of most forms, with the exception of hand/arm holding as you both walked. He’s an incredibly private person, and with his newfound fame after the war, he hated having any photos of him taken in public. He really values your relationship and to see it be exploited in the media makes him feel upset — not because he’s seen with you, but because you are seen with him. Even though he’s been reassured countless times that you love him and such, he can’t help but worry that your reputation is being sullied by being seen with a former Death Eater. This might lead to many a conversation with him in which he elaborated on his insecurity and fears, but he promises to work through his fear.

In private, you can count on him being kind of touch starved and almost needy when it comes to physical affection. I’m talking a lot of touching when you’re doing everyday tasks together — lingering fingers, touches on your lower back and he passes you to grab something, hand holding as you read books together. At the beginning, you had to be the one to initiate any physical contact and make sure he was still comfortable with it, but as your relationship grew, he started engaging in it more. 

Severus would rather die than say this out loud, but he loves hugs. He loves hugging you a lot, especially in bed together, where he can big spoon you to his heart's content (I think it helps him feel like he’s keeping you safe). If he’s had a hard day and he gets to be the little spoon, he’s going to feel so secure and comforted, and he will let you know his gratitude. He likes sneaking up on you from behind and embracing you, dropping kisses on the top of your head to let you know just how much he loves you and your presence in his life.

Verbal affection is easier to come by with Severus, surprisingly. At first, getting him to say what he feels is like pulling teeth, but after establishing that communication had to be important for you both, he begins to vocalise what he feels, especially in regard to you. He will definitely compliment you a lot on your work ethic, your knowledge, and your brain because he really admires your intelligence. If you’re having a particularly hard day with anything, he’s definitely going to do his best to make you feel better by reassuring your abilities and believing in you, verbally, to help bolster your confidence. 

Despite this, you are going to say “I love you” first. As much as he loves you and knows it, he’s still too insecure and afraid to impose himself and the weight of his emotions on you. But as soon as you say it, he will return it. He’s going to be shocked no matter how you tell him, his brain grappling with the idea that someone loves him unconditionally, but he’s sure about his feelings for you and just needed some confidence to actually say it. 

Overall, Severus is a passionate partner. It can be challenging to break through his barriers at the beginning, but once you do, you know he would do anything for you and your happiness. He’s super dedicated to you, and loves spending time with you. He’s still a little sour and quiet at times, but you know a side of him the rest of the world doesn’t that just makes you love him even more. 

A/N: I hope you liked it!! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like a part 2 or something to this!! I had a lot of fun and I hope yall like how I tried to portray Severus as a partner <3

[starlight-sev]

A View From Above (Severus Snape x Reader)

Or, that time you shared New Years Eve with a kindred spirit.

A/N: Happy (belated) holidays! I hope this season treated you well. This is a gentle, fluffy one, a hug in writing form to anyone who may find the holidays to be a struggle. It’s not always an easy time, and I’m thinking of you ❤️

The cold night air bit at your cheeks as you nestled yourself further into the nook of the Astronomy tower. It may have been cramped, and not to mention near freezing, but it had one of the most beautiful viewpoints in the entire castle.

And not to mention the quiet. This was the only place you were able to clear your head properly.

“You’re not off at the party with the rest of the staff.” The sudden remark nearly made you jump, despite being quietly spoken. You shifted in your little corner, looking up to find Severus standing a few feet away. He wore his trademark stern expression, but for a split second you could’ve sworn he was biting back a smirk.

“I thought you were a student, the way you’re all crammed up in there.” Severus nodded to your little corner, and this time a tiny smile did make it to his face. “I was ready to take points away and send you to detention in the morning.”

You snorted, pushing yourself up out of your corner to properly greet your coworker. While you wouldn’t go so far as to call Severus your friend (he’d have your head if you did, probably), you felt… comfortable around him. It was more than could be said about the other staff.

“Drew the short straw and got put on patrol, I guess?” You asked, stretching your legs a little as you moved to lean against the guardrail of the tower. Severus followed suit as he settled in beside you, scoffing.

“They’ve come to know over the years that I never attend Dumbledore’s bloody holiday parties. Since I don’t go, I get patrol duty. It’s become… an unspoken rule.”

Severus paused, gazing curiously at you.

“Had I known you wouldn’t be attending tonight’s party either,” he continued slowly. “I would’ve volunteered you for patrol tonight.”

“Why?” You retorted with a small laugh. “Missing out on the festivities now, after the fact?”

“No,” Severus drawled. He rolled his eyes at you, but you caught the small huff of a laugh that left him. “It would be nice to celebrate the new year in peace. Alone. Like you’re doing now.”

“Well…” you thought for a moment. “You can stay here with me. I won’t say a word, it’ll be like you’re alone.”

As you looked out at the lake, you caught Severus turn to gaze at you properly out of your peripheral vision. Heat crept up to your cheeks, and you kept your gaze on the water below.

“You went away for the holidays.”

You blinked in surprise, finally turning to meet Severus’s gaze.

“I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.”

He nodded. “But you came back early. classes don’t start for almost another week.”

Despite the constant statements, your co-worker’s dark eyes were filled with questions. You usually appreciated Severus and his matter-of-fact nature, but things were feeling… too close.

“My family.” You sighed, not wanting to go into too much detail. “The holidays are hard. I go visit because I have to, but this year was too much.”

You braced yourself for more questions, but to your surprise Severus simply nodded.

“The holidays are godawful.” He murmured.

“Is that why you never go home for Christmas and New Years?”

Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line. Now he was the one to keep his gaze on the lake below.

“Let’s just say, I’ve burned many bridges over the years.”

You gazed at him, watching the way memories of his past left a murky darkness in his eyes. You shuffled over a bit more, instinctively wanting to provide some sort of comfort, to let him know you understood. To your surprise, Severus didn’t step away.

“Want to know why I come up here?” You asked softly. Severus raised an eyebrow in question.

You beckoned him back over to your little corner a few feet away, and crouched down to the small window.

“Here, squeeze in,” you murmured, tucking your knees in and wrapping your arms around your legs. Severus glared at you skeptically.

“You’re much smaller than I am.”

“Oh, stop it. You’ll fit. Come on. Just tuck your legs in a bit.”

A ragged sigh and an unintelligible grumble later, Severus was crammed into your little spot beside you. You were surprised at how warm he was, despite the cold air that drifted around you.

“See there? Down there, to the right?” You pointed through the window to a far-away cluster of tiny lights. “It’s a village. Right at midnight, they set off the most beautiful fireworks. From here, they’re so small, it’s like watching them from space almost. It’s nice, without all the noise and chaos of actually being there.”

You glanced quickly at the time and smiled. “It’ll be midnight soon. Not much longer now.”

“You can’t- argh, my leg-” Severus cut himself off as he shifted positions, trying to fit beside you comfortably. Your knees knocked together and you tried your best to shuffle in further to give him a bit more space. Your hands brushed together as a result, and you fought to ignore the way your heart jumped.

“You can’t see this from anywhere else more comfortable?” He asked, his voice strained. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“No. The lookout doesn’t stretch this far. If you’re lucky you’ll maybe catch one or two fireworks if they go astray, but this is the only place where you can see them all.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, save for Severus shifting every now and then to keep his legs from cramping up as he sat beside you.

“Have you ever been kissed on New Year’s?” You murmured softly, resting your hand against your cheek. The look of surprise on Severus’s face mirrored your own feelings as you realize what you just said. You expected Severus to scoff at you in his usual tone, but to his surprise he shook his head.

“No. I suppose going to parties would’ve certainly helped with that, however.”

You held back a laugh, only to let it bubble up as Severus glanced at you with perhaps the only warm smile you’d ever seen him show.

“And you?”

“Yes,” you answered softly. “But it was… odd. It felt forced. We were both drunk.”

“How romantic.” You laughed once more at the sarcasm that was evident in Severus’s reply. “You’re really selling the tradition from how you’ve described it.”

“You’ve really never been kissed at midnight?”

“Was my first answer not clear enough?”

Despite the biting reply, there was laughter in his eyes.

“No, just… I’m surprised, that’s all. It’s something everyone should experience just once.”

“So is getting hungover, but you don’t see me scrambling to experience it ever again. Besides, who are you to talk? You just said your New Year’s kiss was awful.”

“I never said that!” You protested, only to receive another signature glare. “It was just…”

Severus snorted. “Certainly wasn’t good, from the sound of it.”

“Okay fine,” you sighed, running your hands over your face. “It wasn’t good. But it wasn’t awful either.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

You laughed, elbowing Severus teasingly. To your surprise, he nudged you back gently.

“I’m glad it was you that found me up here.” You murmured, pulling your knees a little closer to your chest. Severus gazed at you, smirking.

“Why? Filius or even Minerva would’ve enjoyed this spot. At least they would’ve fit.”

“Not that.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just… you’re the only one I feel I can be myself around. Like now. I’d never be able to talk about this kind of thing with anyone else.”

Severus gazed at you silently, his eyebrows knitting into a tiny frown as he processed your words.

“Sorry. That came out of nowhere.”

“Don’t apologize.” He replied softly. He didn’t say anything more, but there was a comforting warmth that filled his eyes. No words were exchanged, but you felt as though you understood.

A tiny spark flashed in the corner of your eye, and you glanced out the window as tiny fireworks bloomed in the distance.

“Oh.” You gasped softly. “We missed the countdown. It’s midnight.”

“Mm. So it is.”

You turned your gaze to Severus, whose gaze was fully absorbed in the fireworks. The conversation from a few minutes earlier ran through your mind, and you leaned forward to press a tiny kiss to Severus‘s cheek. He gazed at you, bewildered.

“Happy New Year.” You managed to squeak out. The shock faded from his eyes, and it was replaced by that familiar warmth as he softened. Severus dipped his head respectfully in acknowledgement.

“Happy New Year.”

The two of you sat together in silence, watching the fireworks. Then, to your surprise, Severus tapped your arm lightly.

“This, us tonight, stays up here?”

To your surprise, it wasn’t a statement. You could see there was a bit of nervousness in his eyes. You nodded.

“Yes. Of course. This is our secret. Why do you ask?”

The air felt heavy for a moment as Severus paused in thought, before closing the already-small distance between the two of you. He pressed his lips softly to yours, caressing your face with both of his hands. In the back of your mind, it hit you that he was gentle and calculated in literally everything he did, not just potions. It made your head spin, and your heart race.

The fireworks were over by the time the two of you pulled away. Severus let his gaze fall away, but you caught his hands in yours before he could pull away completely. You squeezed his hands reassuringly to let him know it was okay, and he returned your action with a kind smile.

“Hopefully that… wasn’t as awful as your last New Year’s kiss?”

You let out a giggle, and felt a rush of pure joy run through you as Severus shared your laughter.

“That was, by far, the best. And hopefully not the last?” You added shyly.

In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you again.

[starlight-sev]

December 10: Lingering Touch (Snape x Reader)

(Part of @deepperplexity’s Rickmas 2024)

As you can tell from the way we went from December 3 to 10, I had a case of work burnout :’) my apologies!!

This one is much more angsty, I’m sorry but also not sorry 🥲I recently watched HP 7 which destroyed me and was also inspired by something Alan said about Snape in an interview: how he viewed him as someone who’d never raise his voice, and played Snape as such. It got the gears turning and this came out of it. Enjoy!

A dark shadow descended upon Hogwarts after Dumbledore died.

You knew it was only a matter of time. You had seen it coming, but you never thought Death Eaters would be running the school. You never thought it would come to this.

Severus, the man who only months earlier was spending every night with you, who would kiss you passionately in darkened hallways at midnight when you were both on patrol, no longer so much as looked at you. He was Headmaster now, and you had never felt so inferior to someone you would give the world to.

You’d try from time to time to get Severus to open back up to you. You knew it was dangerous with the Carrows around, so you’d wait until after hours before silently stepping into his office. Every time, it would end the same. You’d receive a withering glare before Severus would turn around and leave you waiting with a sinking heart at the door.

Sometimes between classes you’d walk by his office, lingering in the doorway hoping to catch his eye. You longed to open up to him the way you two had done countless times before the darkness came. You needed him more than ever now. Yet it was as if you were invisible to him.

Your final straw was when the cheeky Irish boy, Seamus Finnigan, walked into your classroom late. He was so badly hurt from whatever punishment the Carrows had inflicted on him, you barely recognized him save for his accent, when he apologized in a trembling voice for being late.

You dismissed class early that day, and made your way straight to Severus. Your heart was racing, and your throat felt tight. You had to speak to him.

As you entered his office, you caught the way his cold and critical eyes seemed to sharpen as he watched you walk in unannounced. Your heart sunk.

“Professor, you do not have an appointment.” Severus murmured icily. He remained at his desk, studying pages and pages of parchment as if his life depended on it.

“Too bad.” You retorted. You hated the way your voice trembled. “I’m here now. I need to speak with you Severus, it’s urgent-”

“Headmaster.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the way he so calmly interrupted your panicked tone. “What?”

“You are to address me as Headmaster Snape.” Severus corrected you, keeping his eyes on the parchment on his desk. “Surely you know that, or must I lecture you like a first-year student?”

Your breath left you with a small whoosh as you took in his words. This was how it always ended, with you in a state of despair, and Severus seemingly unbothered. In the past you would have retreated, but the fear that had been living in your veins for weeks sparked anger inside you.

“What is wrong with you?” You demanded, making your way to Severus’s desk. He didn’t even pause to look up at you. “One moment you’re telling me you don’t know what you’d do without me, and the next you won’t even call me by my name?”

Severus didn’t look up, but you noticed his hand stilled as he paused his note-taking.

“Do I really mean so little to you that you’re able to throw me away overnight?” You questioned as you now stood beside Severus. He kept his gaze down as you spoke.

“The Carrows are wreaking havoc!” You exclaimed. “Students are being tortured every day, punished for things they never did. Hogwarts is going to hell, and you’re hiding up here in Dumbledore’s office playing Headmaster-”

“You think I don’t know what’s going on?” Severus’s voice was a deathly silent whisper. His chair screeched as he stood up, towering over you. His dark eyes were unreadable. “You think I enjoy this?”

“You’re certainly not doing anything to stop it-”

“Tell me then, what would I do?” His voice was nothing short of a whisper, but it cut through you like a knife. “Swoop in like some martyr to defend the students?”

“No, of course not. I-”

“What, do you want me to save the day? Like a hero? Like Potter?”

“No, Severus listen, I just-”

“I am running a school in the midst of a war and you want me to-”

“I want you to look at me!” You yelled, feeling tears prick your eyes. Severus flinched almost imperceptibly, but you caught the crack in his mask. Your lip trembled.

“I am so scared,” your voice shook, but you kept going. “I need you. I’ve needed you for… months. You told me once that I could always come to you. Yet you’ve been shutting me out, and I don’t know why.” Tears were flowing freely down your face now, and it seemed the longer you spoke, the more Severus softened, bit by bit. “I’ve been feeling so alone. You’re all I have now. I don’t even know what that means to you anymore.”

An eternity passed between the two of you. Severus never once broke his gaze as his eyes connected with yours. He moved as if to turn away, but then stopped. And then, slowly, as if to not scare you away, he closed the distance between the two of you as he caressed your face with both hands.

“I think of you every single moment of every day.” He whispered. “It tears me apart that I have to keep my distance from you.”

You rested your hands over his wrists, as if to hold his hands in place. You focused on his touch for a moment, afraid that if you so much as breathed the wrong way, all this would disappear.

“Why do you do it then?”

Severus breathed a small laugh, his thumbs gently stroking your tears away.

“Hogwarts is crawling with Death Eaters. If they see us together, you’re as good as dead.”

You shook your head, hating the fact that Severus was probably right.

“That’s not true.” You answered in a small voice. “I can fight. You know that.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Severus murmured sternly, but for the first time in months, his eyes were warm as he took in your features. “If anything were to go wrong, and so many things have been going wrong lately… I cannot have you attached to me. You will be a liability. You’re my weakness. They cannot know that.”

Severus shifted his hands away, only to gently take each of your own and hold them tightly. His hands were surprisingly warm for how cold it was in his office.

“I…” he frowned, struggling for the right words. “I love you far too much to risk losing you so foolishly. And that means for the time being, during this war, I have to love you from a distance.”

You wanted to protest. Yell until you ran out of breath that it wasn’t true. That you could find a way to make things work despite the chaos you were in. But you came up empty and you knew it was because, deep down, Severus was right.

“This isn’t forever.” He whispered, a feeble attempt at reassuring you. His eyes mirrored the heartbreak you felt inside. “But for now, it is safer.”

“Can I stay with you?” You asked, your voice feeble. “Just for tonight?”

There was a flash in Severus’s eyes that had you convinced he was going to agree. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. You knew.

“I love you.” You whispered, returning his embrace tightly. You closed your eyes, bringing your attention to every cell in your body, every nerve ending, in an attempt to memorize the way Severus touched you. The lingering warmth of his hands, the feeling of his fingers that were now gently running through your hair. The soft tingle of his lips against your skin.

“I love you too.”

He retreated, but his touch lingered on you like fire.

A reminder that you’d carry him with you, always.

[starlight-sev]

Nothing’s Out to Get You (Post War!Snape x Reader)

Just because there’s peace outside now that the war’s over doesn’t mean there’s always peace inside.

Warnings: themes of ptsd and trauma. This is more of a comfort fic for these issues but please be aware these themes are brought up a few times throughout ❤️

A/N: i found this bone-chilling cover of The Bug Collector and my mind wandered. This is what came out of it. Enjoy 💕

Recovering from the war wasn’t easy.

Perhaps that was why you convinced Severus to move in with you. It was better to heal together than face your demons alone.

You had volunteered to bring him home after he was discharged from St. Mungo’s. You went in, expecting to have to fight your case for hours to get him to agree. To your surprise, as soon as the dreaded question left your lips, Severus nodded. Eagerly, even, which made your heart sink a little. After all, you seemed to be one of the only professors at Hogwarts that still respected him. You were one of the only people who knew the truth.

Harry hadn’t told the wizarding world the truth about Severus yet. You figured it would be a while before his real story came out.

You couldn’t let him fend for himself with the wounds he had. They only discharged him because he was no longer in critical condition, in order to make more room for other wizards that needed healing. Severus still had a long way to go in his own healing process. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something had happened to him while he was living alone, especially after having escaped death so narrowly.

He needed a friend by his side, and although you didn’t want to admit it openly, you did too.

You didn’t escape the war unharmed, either. A near miss with a Death Eater’s curse resulted in a steady tremble of your right hand. The nerves had been damaged, and no healer had been able to find a remedy strong enough to stop the trembling for good. Sometimes the shooting pain would be strong enough to wake you from your sleep, but you were beginning to manage. It was the only choice you had, really.

It had only been two months since the battle at Hogwarts, yet it felt as though you had aged fifteen years. With Severus being at your home, it made the days slightly more bearable.

The two of you existed as shadows in your home, orbiting each other in almost complete silence for most of the day. It was a stark contrast to how both of you behaved together at Hogwarts, often meeting on Friday nights to share a pot of tea and complain about that week’s troublemakers. You were the only one who could coax a smile out of Severus Snape.

Now, you couldn’t remember the last time either of you had smiled.

There’s a centipede, naked in your bedroom.

And you swear to god, the fucker’s out to get you.

You can still remember the way your blood ran cold the first time it happened.

Severus had been sleeping on your couch while you were in the process of cleaning out your office to turn into his new room. You woke in the middle of the night to a muffled sound. At first you thought it was a stray cat outside, but after a moment of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you heard it again.

It was a scream, loud enough to travel down the hall and through the closed door of your bedroom clearly.

Severus.

You threw the covers off, wincing as the abrupt motion sent a tiny shockwave through your hand. Throwing open your door, you raced down the hall to the living room. Your heart pounded as you fumbled for the small lamp by the coffee table, and you tried your best to ignore the images that played through your mind of that night you found Severus in the Shrieking Shack.

Severus lay curled up on your couch, his hands tightened into fists as he clutched the blanket around him. He was whimpering loudly, and from the dull light of the lamp, you could see he was sweating profusely. Your heart relaxed only slightly as you cast a worried glance to the bandages on his neck but luckily found them clean.

“Hey,” you whispered cautiously, kneeling down and resting your hands against the seat of the couch. “Sev. Wake up.”

You reached to touch him, but then froze, your trembling hand inches from his shoulder. You didn’t want to startle him awake and accidentally hurt him in the process.

“Severus,” you repeated, a little louder this time. “Wake up. Wake up!”

You tried your best to ignore how your voice trembles as it caught in your throat.

Severus woke with a gasp. His dark eyes shot open, but they were distant, foggy almost. He was still too far lost in his nightmare to focus on you.

You took a chance, inching forward to check if he was okay. As your hand touched his own, he hissed sharply and drew back, trembling despite the warmth radiating through your home.

“It’s me,” you managed to squeak out. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Severus finally seemed to notice you sitting there at the edge of the couch. His gaze swept over you and you watched as he frowned, as if he was trying to remember where he was.

“You’re in my home,” you continued. “You… I heard you screaming. You were having a nightmare.”

His eyes widened, and before you could stop him, he reached up to touch his bandages in the exact spot where Nagini had attacked. Panic filled his eyes for a brief moment, then confusion. You reached forward and grabbed his wrist tightly, gently easing his hand back down to his lap.

“God…” Severus muttered, passing his free hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I…”

A muffled sob escaped him as he kept his hand pressed over his eyes. Without thinking twice, you leaned forward and drew him into you. You held him tightly, despite the pain that shot through your hand as you did so.

“You’re safe now,” you whispered. “Nothing can hurt you now. You’re awake. You’re safe.”

You felt your heart crack as Severus rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“I-I’m here.” You said slowly. You reached up to caress his hair softly, feeling tears of your own fill your eyes as Severus sobbed, clutching you desperately as if you’d disappear.

You never thought you’d see the stoic and unshakable man you’d worked with for so many years fall apart in your arms this way.

Then again, you never imagined any of this would ever happen.

After that night, the two of you agreed to sleep in the same room together. And then, when that still wasn’t enough, in the same bed. It seemed to be the only way that both of you could fall asleep and leave behind the lingering memories and fear of the war.

There’s a praying mantis, prancing on your bathtub.

And you swear he’s a priest from a past life, come to get you.

The second time the war came back to haunt your home, it came after you.

You were in the kitchen drying dishes. A storm raged outside, but it didn’t bother you. You had grown to like the sound of thunder over the years you spent teaching at Hogwarts.

The day had been calm. Severus spent the morning sitting with you at your small wooden dining table and, for the first time in god knew how long, the two of you had actually laughed together over breakfast.

As you reached for a teacup to dry and put away, you heard a slight shuffle as Severus walked over to your bookshelf. You could just barely see him from the doorway as he peered at all the books you had crammed onto the shelf.

“You’ve finished Pride and Prejudice already?” You called out with a smile.

“Yes.” He replied matter-of-factly from the other room. “You’d better have more Austen on your shelf or I’m coming for your head.”

You giggled as you set the teacup back in the cabinet and reached for the second one.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never read her work before. Sense and Sensibility is on the bottom shelf, right side.”

“There is a god.” You laughed at Severus’ response. “Thank you.”

Before you could call out a reply, there was a flash outside your window.

That’s when time stopped.

You were no longer in your kitchen, but back there. In the courtyard of Hogwarts, running to catch up to Harry and his two friends as you raced against time to get to the Shrieking Shack. You looked to your right just as a bright flash of red shot your way. Then a fire in your hand.

“Y/N!”

The burning feeling in your right hand. It was all you could think about. The flash you saw. They were back. Coming for you. Ending it for good this time-

“Y/N, look at me.”

You heard someone crying. Was it Hermione? You were supposed to protect them, Harry and his friends. Did you fail?

“Y/N, come on!

Firm hands grasped either side of your face, snapping you back into reality. Severus stared at you with a strange combination of fright and determination.

“They’re back,” you gasped, wincing as Severus dug his fingertips into your shoulders tighter than you expected, an attempt to bring you out of your memories. “I-”

“It was lightning,” Severus replied quietly, resting one hand over your trembling one. You whimpered as you remembered the pain that shot through it that night the moment the curse hit you. “No one is outside. It was lighting, Y/N. It was the storm.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, but that only made the memories come back stronger. You opened your eyes again, your gaze landing on the shattered teacup that lay inches away from where you sat.

Severus guided your chin up until your eyes met his again.

“Stay like this,” he commanded softly. “Eyes on me. Breathe.”

He took a deep breath, and motioned for you to follow. You couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’s still there,” you whispered in defeat. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

Severus nodded his understanding as he caressed your cheek comfortingly. His features creased into a worried frown as he watched you try to catch your breath.

“Look at me, Y/N. Eyes on me, not the floor.”

You had to fight to tear your eyes away from the teacup. Severus smiled softly as your eyes met his once more.

“Good. Stay with me. You’re safe.”

I try my best…

…to prove that nothing’s out to get you.

The days turned to weeks, and then into months. Before you knew it, it had been a year since Severus had moved in with you.

You never believed people who said everything would heal with time, and a part of you still didn’t, but there were small things that had you thinking… perhaps there was an element of truth to that saying.

You saw it from time to time - moments of healing. It was in the way Severus placed a warm hand on your back as he passed behind you in your narrow kitchen. In the shared glances and gentle smiles the two of you exchanged over dinner. In the embraces you two gave each other before bed, which, as the months went on, turned into passionate kisses in the middle of the night.

Perhaps the fact that you and Severus had become lovers over the last few months contributed to why time felt increasingly gentle as it passed. Sure, there were still moments when you’d both be pulled right back into the war, but it happened less frequently. The painful, sharp edges of those memories had finally begun to dull.

You stood in the kitchen, slowly slicing strawberries as you watched the first few rays of sunrise begin to filter through the window. As you placed the slices into a bowl and reached for another berry, you felt a pair of arms gently circle around your waist.

“It’s not like you to be up early,” Severus grumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear. “Come back. Your side of the bed is too cold.”

“You weren’t supposed to be awake yet,” you replied with a laugh, turning your head just enough to kiss his nose. “I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed.”

“Mmm.” Severus began kissing your neck softly. “Sounds nice. I’d much rather have you in bed, though.”

You laughed and swatted at his arm as you resumed slicing strawberries.

Severus watched your motions in silence for a few moments, before his hand trailed back up your waist, across your arm, until his fingers rested over your right hand. You set your knife down and watched as Severus laced his fingers through your trembling ones.

“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly, stroking your thumb softly with his own. You shook your head.

“Not nearly as much as before. Sometimes I’ll still wake up in the night if I’m not careful and sleep on it funny… but it’s okay.”

“You should tell me when it hurts,” Severus murmured, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been testing ingredients for various pain tonics, I think I might be close to finding a cure for your hand.”

You smiled at his statement. “It’s okay, really. The healers at St. Mungo’s said there’s nothing they can do. It’s permanent nerve damage.”

“Not if I can help it. There’s a cure for it until I know for certain I’ve tried everything I can.” Severus grumbled, his grip on your waist tightening. “Everyone at St. Mungo’s is a dunderhead. They discharged me when they knew I was no longer on the brink of death.”

You turned around, frowning at Severus disapprovingly. He sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face before kissing your forehead gently.

“Sorry. But you know it’s true. You did more to help me heal than they ever did.”

You nodded slowly, reaching your trembling fingers up to the scar on his neck. Your fingers hovered a few inches away, hesitant to touch the wound that had nearly claimed his life.

“It’s alright,” Severus reassured you. Your worried gaze met his warm, dark eyes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He placed his hand over your own, and the firm pressure of the palm of his hand against the back of your own stilled the trembling for a few moments. He slowly pushed your hand forward until it rested gently against his scar.

“It really doesn’t hurt?” You asked doubtfully.

“Sometimes,” Severus began softly, a memory tugging his gaze far away from you for a moment. “It feels strange. As if I’m remembering the pain but not experiencing it. It’s dull. Far away. But it’s nothing compared to the pain I felt when I first came home with you.”

You looked up and met Severus’s gaze, and you gave him a tiny smile.

“Thanks for coming home with me.” You whispered. That earned a frown from him.

“You say that as if I did you a favour.” He replied.

“You did, in a way. I don’t think I’d have been able to survive all this without you.”

In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, barely there, until you reached up and pulled him closer to you. His grip tightened on your waist and you nearly melted as the kiss grew more and more passionate. You reached your hands up to caress his face, but then broke away, cursing silently as your hand began trembling more than usual.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “It’s hard to control sometimes.”

Severus shook his head and kissed your palm, before leaning in to kiss you once more.

“You’re alright.”

You nodded. This time, you believed him.

“I know. You are too.”

Severus gazed at you understandingly. He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few extra moments, before pulling you into a protective embrace.

“We both are.”

[stayextrafrosty]

Detox just to Retox

Patrick Stump imagine

Summary: You find out your boyfriend has been cheating on you with your best friend. Patrick is one of your other friends who has a huge crush on you. You end up at his house looking for alcohol and some comfort.

Pairing: Patrick Stump X Reader

Reader: female

Warning: Smut at the end

Words: 3845

You walked down the street after your shift at the local bar ended. It wasn’t too late; only about 11. On a Saturday night, the city was alive with people from the suburbs looking for a good time. Chicago was home, despite its problems. You walked quickly past the street performers and beggars. You wished you could help them all but seeing them everyday has desensitized you.

You hugged your bag closer to you when a group of drunks called at you. You tried to use your bag to cover up what your uniform didn’t. You wore black jeans with converse and a red tank top that did little to cover your chest.

“Oh, come on baby girl! Don’t be like that. We know you just wanna have a good time,” one guy said. Two of them had started following her, catcalling. You gripped your house keys in your hand, ready to defend yourself.

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you,” you said. Not much farther and you would be at your building. One of the guys grabbed at your shoulder and you jerked away. “Don’t touch me,” you yelled. You started running. You looked behind you to see if they had come after you. You ran into someone while you weren’t looking. You started to struggle, worried it was one of the guys.

“Woah, hey Y/N. It’s just me. It’s ok, it’s just me.” Hands gripped your arms to calm you down. You looked at your friend with the beautiful hazel eyes. Patrick Stump. You relaxed and let out a deep breath.

“Patrick. I’m sorry. There were these guys and… I just thought you were one of them.” He smiled and pet your head gently. He was a couple years older than you so he had kind of become like a big brother. A very attractive, funny, sweet, big brother. Him and the rest of his band all watched out for you.

“Nah, it’s just little old me. Figured I would come by to show you the new track we’re working on,” he said. “Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you?” His tone became serious and his hand ran through your hair. You blushed slightly and turned to walk up the steps of your building.

“I’m alright, Trick. I think you scared them off,” you said with a slight laugh. He shook his head and followed you into the elevator. You pressed the button for the 13th floor and up you went. The ride was quiet but it was never awkward with Patrick.

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