#ch: greg

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Oh no…Greg don’t come in through the window….oh no Greg don’t come in oh nooooo

[hanasnx]

cookie….

[professor-lungri]

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closed starter for @notmuchofatail

Shere didn't want to shop alone. In fact, he normally hated navigating NTO on his own, purely for the bustle of the citizens and their, occasional, hostility. London was accessible, but the crowding of the city itself was another issue - for the man as well as his tiger.

So, here he was, waiting for Greg - bundled in a plaid scarf, jacket, jeans and winter boots - coming from one of the walks with a dog from Ruff2Fluff. He figured it would be easier to lean against the wall by the building than at the front desk. Besides, it didn't take long for him to come back; the walk wasn't a long one.

"Oi! 'S the dog walking you or are you walking him, Greg? Grab your coat an' yer wallet when you're done. Please."

[cherrywineisawaltz]

MINORS DNI

NOTES: okay. So. I haven’t watched season 2 yet. But this idea has been stuck in my head and I needed to write it so

Thinking about smoking with Greg. Swirling smoke gleams through the pooling yellow sunlight that comes in from your dorm window, the bed dipping beside you where he lays back with his arm perched behind his head. You’re pushing into his side, laughing so hard your sides begin to ache, while his own lips turned up into a wide grin, untameable in the hazy glow of the evening light and the warmth of his high that spreads from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers.

He’s good at making you laugh and even better at convincing you of any and everything, “You know I should be studying right now,” you murmur through another drag, gloss coming off on the filter of the blunt he rolled just for you two. And he hums, taking the burning filter to place it onto his lips, tasting the fruity lipgloss you smothered on earlier, “You’d really rather be studying right now? What, my weeds not good enough for you?” He teases, blowing the smoke across your face, making you grin. “It’s too good—shit, I’m fucked up,” you can’t finish because you start laughing again, covering your face with your hands, the giggles coming through cracked fingers. He smiles, peeling your hands away, “No, no come on, you can’t quit on me yet, we’ve still got half of this shit left. Don’t wanna smoke the rest without you.”

“Well, what do you wanna do?” you giggle, glassy eyes blinking back up at him as he props himself up beside you. Blonde hair curls across his forehead, blue eyes sweeping over you; the swell of your chest rising and falling, the sunshine that cascades in shadows and light over your face. “I have an idea,” he says suddenly, eyes flickering over your face. “You trust me?”

You stop smiling when he settles in between your legs, thick arms caging you in between on either side of your body. Your skin is burning, heart rushing, suddenly underconfident as Greg hovers over you, blonde curls sweeping across your forehead as he presses your thighs to hug his waist, knees pressed up under the backs of your thighs, “Okay, this is still okay, right?” you shake your head so quick you think it might snap and roll off, “No, no, it’s still okay. Just…different.” He smiles, picking up the joint from the ashtray you both set off beside the bed and looks down at you with a reassuring grin, “Just like I told you, alright? Just have to breathe it in,” he says, “Trust me, it’s gonna feel good.”

You’re still a little out of it when his hand cups your chin, directing you into a tentative kiss, smoke blowing in from his mouth to yours, and you inhale just like you told him you would. When he pulls back he smiles down at you, so proud, “See? That’s it. Feel good?” you nod and after your lips press to his again and you inhale just like you did before, you subconsciously push to press your lips to his more firmly, forgetting the initial purpose of this, and he immediately hooks his fingers into the crook of your knee and presses against you completely.

The high that had already settled relinquishes all possibility of restraint, panting into each other's open mouths while your tongues slide against one another in a spit slick kiss. Your tongues tangle sloppily, unconsciously grinding to feel some sort of friction that quickly turns to desperate humping, suddenly all too concerned with using the other to get off. Greg’s strong arms wrap around your middle, pulling you up into him, practically lifting your entire body off the bed to press against him. His hips hunch to thrust his clothed cock against your covered pussy, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when the outline of his dick presses the seam of your pants against your clit, “Fuck—look at you. You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? Please say you’re gonna let me fuck you—shit,” he pants, hips rutting into yours. “Just for a minute—only fuck you for a minute. Or longer or—fuck, however long you want.”

[professor-lungri]

"Children see magic because they look for it." --Christopher Moore

@greatiggspectations, @notmuchofatail, @geehosaphat, @heart-of-dunbroch

[professor-lungri]

Bedside Manner || tiger caught your tail

@notmuchofatail

Shere hadn’t heard from Greg since Friday afternoon. 

In fact, he wouldn’t have heard from him at all, given the chaos that broke out around town. He had been worried about Tiegan but, of course, she’d been fine, could take care of herself. 

It was only after that weekend of confusion that Tigg showed him the tweet posted by the official Ruff to Fluff account that Shere knew something was very, very wrong.

 Now, he was at the hospital, waiting in the hallway. Truthfully, he didn’t know what he could do, if anything. He just wanted to know that Greg was alright. It was sobering to know that yet another person who knew had been harmed, though not directly because of him this time around. It was still hard to reconcile, for himself or the Tiger that pulsed and writhed beneath his skin, agitated and angry and wanting to burst out, though unable to for the control the professor held over him, tenuous as it was in these very moments. 

Shere glanced up when he heard someone walking down he hall, an unfamiliar figure coming closer, and swallowed down the urge to growl.

[professor-lungri]

Rainbow Bright || Tiger Caught Your Tail

@notmuchofatail

Swynlake’s annual Pride Week was here! The town was awash with color and, quite frankly, it was one of the best weeks of the year. Shere attended both other years that he’d been in town and the joy he felt from everyone was always something he looked forward to. Sure, he was out, but he didn’t outright broadcast it. He didn’t have the pride flag strung up in his office or spout off about it but he was open about it. 

If there was one thing he wanted his students to know, it was that he understood what some of them were going through. He would direct them to people if the need arose. Hell, he’d talk with them himself if he wanted. Point was, they weren’t alone, and pride week was one of the perfect times to let them know it. 

It was why he shot off emails to his classes stating that they could wear pride regalia, within reason.

It was why he was out here, now, mucking about with a bucket of tie-dye and knocking elbows with people from all over town. 

With his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, Shere knew he would have dye coating his shirt by the time he was through. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. In fact, he had worn an older button up and jeans specifically for this purpose. Looking up, he spotted a familiar face across from him and waved a hand, laughing as he gestured to the younger man’s hair. “Oi Greg! You’ve got a bit of something in your hair.” He winked, a cheeky smile on his face, before he straightened up. “You having a good time?”

[cherrywineisawaltz]

I’m gonna fuck that big strong tall blonde man something crazy