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Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it.

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?"

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone.

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

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luniarix · 1 year

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sexting toji while he was at work was only supposed to be a small petty thing— so you didn’t expect him to come back home immediately after.

CW; fem!reader, sexting, edging, sex toy usage, pussy eating, oral!sex, 69, ass slapping, y/n being a tease, toji being a cocky bastard, spitting (on the pus), gagging, names such as; baby, and angel

letting toji sway you into having him give you a palette of hickeys from your neck leading down to your thighs as he bites softly on the soft skin, leaving a burning desire everywhere he kissed, all before he went to work—was the worst mistake you made.

you were currently suffering from sexual frustration, and it had been a few hours since toji had gone to work for the day. it was even crazier knowing that he had so little time beforehand and managed to have you a marked mess, and then getting ready in less than 10 minutes.

you wanted his fingers buried deep within your pussy, his other hand holding and squeezing your thigh, and his face pressed against your bud as he’s lapping up your juices and swirling his tongue around the clit.

your nipples became hard at the thought of what you’d do with him when he came home, and you had decided that you were fed up with just wanting to wait for him like an obedient dog. going under the bed, you find the shoe box that was filled with the sex toys you two use sometimes and take out the kitty smart wand vibrator, along with the clear dildo.

you pull off your booty shorts all the way down until they’ve reached your ankles, pull up your oversized t-shirt (that you stole from toji) above your round tits and begin to massage your clit. you moan softly, and then place the kitty vibrator on your cunt. pressing the on button, your toes curl and head tilts upwards as the wave of pleasure immediately hits you.

you flick the button to a higher speed, hand going to your sensitive nipple and pulling on it. you put a little more pressure on your dripping pussy, biting your lip and closing your eyes shut. you imagined toji being the one pressing the vibrator against you, his teeth pulling and sucking on your tits, making sure to always create marks in the shape of his initial.

he’d have his bangs messily clinging to his face, but you would always be able to see that lustful look in his eyes as he watched you come undone attentively, so abundantly clear. the thought of him manhandling you with the added on twist that was building inside your stomach, had you beginning to break. your body falls onto the plush pillows behind you as your back arches, hips trembling and thighs shaking as you reach your high.

your lashes flutter back open as a grand idea comes to mind. grabbing your phone from the counter beside your bed, you place a pillow in front of you and position your phone so your whole body was in view. the wicked idea that you were going to play out had made your folds become wetter than before, and you lick your lips in an impatient manner.

you toss the vibrator to the side, and grab the transparent dildo right beside you. you begin to record yourself; kissing the tip of the cock, slowly beginning to inch it’s way through your thick lips before enveloping the whole thing in your throat.

swirling your tongue around the shaft and then pulling it back out to leave only tip in your lips, had even your own mind spinning. the dildo was now coated with your saliva, and the slick in between your thighs was too much at this point.

you look straight at the camera and begin to play with your clit using your middle finger, drawing slow rough circles on it. but that was only for a few seconds before the arousal had taken over you— you wanted to cum again. not even, it was a need with the way you were absolutely throbbing.

god, since when have you been this riled up with just masturbating?

maybe it was the fact that you were going to watch yourself reach your climax, or maybe it was the fact that with every nip at the skin toji took, he left a feral feeling at its wake. you press the tip of the dildo against your hole, propping one of your legs up and slide your back against the pillows once more.

“toji…”

you whisper his name like it was almost wrong, the word trembling at the tip of your lips— hand involuntarily twitches in a way that forces past the tip into you. your chest heaves, pretty tits circling and tongue lolling out in pleasurable surprise. it was pathetic considering that toji would fuck this dildo into you at a rougher pace.. but this time it was different.

this feeling? it had everything to do with your senses being heightened, and it was exactly because of him. you choke on your spit, mewling at the slow pace you were forcing yourself to go at. you would make sure you captured every moment before cumming. toji was at fault for making you like this, so he’d be the one to see how much you could cum without him.

your calm breaths couldn’t hide the twitch of your thighs; you wanted more than what you were already getting. picking up the pace, your free arm snakes around your leg to make sure it didn’t close. and so you were able to show everything. now taking in every inch of the toy, your hips salaciously begin to rock at the same speed of your hand.

soft moans fell out of your mouth as your speed becomes faster, toes curling and face distorting into the same one you always have when you’re at your limit. you pull the toy out slowly as you tighten around it, the lewd squelching noises makes your eyes roll back as you pull the toy out all the way, your cum coating the dildo and the rest of the cream slowly dripping down your cunt.

you bite your lip and look back up to the camera, and grin devilishly. then you end the video, and quickly send it to him without any more context. you keep the messages open as a means to watch when he sees it, and in a few minutes he does.

you quickly shut your phone off and toss it onto the bed— a reaction from the anxiousness coursing through your veins. you then get a notification, and quickly snatch your phone back to see the words,

‘don’t test me, y/n.’

you grin wildly and think for a moment before writing in return,

‘test you? i would never.’

your eyes widen when he immediately texts back.

‘i warned you.’

your breath hitches as the same heat you felt when toji was getting dangerously close to your clothed pussy, pulses through your body and directly down to your cunt. he was definitely going to punish you when he came back from work, and there was still a few hours left for his shift so you’d have enough time to prepare yourself.

‘are you all riled up cause i got you hard at work baby?’

you gingerly walk into the living room after sending one last text message that you knew would send him over the edge. glancing at the conversation one last time, you see that he’s left you on read. you smile, knowing you succeeded in annoying him. you then decide to put on a show as a means to pass time, leaning back and placing a hand lazily on your stomach.

but you didn’t expect the door to begin rattling 30 minutes later.

slowly gazing down to the moving doorknob, a long shiver of horror had gone completely down your spine. you begin to chew on your lip, whipping your head back to turn off the tv. you slouch completely down on the couch to hide yourself, but you knew soon enough you’d be fucked. quite literally.

the door swings open, and you hear strong footsteps come into earshot, a bag being swung over onto the couch, right beside you.

you look up and see toji staring down at you with those piercing emerald eyes. his eyes crease when he begins to slowly smirk, and you swallow harshly.

“missed me?”

he never breaks eye contact with you as he walks around the couch to your side, taking long leisurely strides. he’s undoing his tie as you start backing away from him— and you know all too well that’s it’s useless to do so.

toji is quick to drag you back towards him by the ankles, the plush of your ass roughly hitting his thighs as he keeps your legs locked against his chest with just one of his big beefy arms. you gulp, eyes scanning his face but since the curtains had practically always had your house dark, you could barely see the expression he had on.

but you knew for certain that he was beaming with arrogance.

he had you practically in a trap, one that you wouldn’t of been able to escape the second he opened the door. besides the alarms going off in your head— how the hell did he get home so soon?

toji tilts his head at the fact that you haven’t said anything, pulling your legs up even more and the globe of your ass hits right against his crotch, lower back being lifted off the couch. you could tell how hard he was. the tent was practically poking your clothed pussy. you swallow nervously at the thought of what was soon to come.

“i was in a meeting when you sent me that video. do you know how annoyed i was having to sit there in front of other important business men with a boner?”

your lips twitch upwards for a second, but your attitude immediately falters when toji begins to unbutton his shirt and slinks it off of himself. he throws it towards a corner in the dark room, and huffs.

“after you pulled that shit, i had to immediately excuse myself, and took an early leave…”

he subtly begins rubbing circles on the sides of your thighs, inching upwards to your hips. his laggard movements and tone were in contrast with the way his sharp jade eyes were observing you.

“you wanna explain to me why you sent that video to me knowing i was at work?”

he sounded so exasperated, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. now he knew what you had to go through up until half an hour ago. you help yourself up onto your elbows, and stare back at him with a displeased expression.

“you started it. i was just finishing it.”

toji begins to pull your shorts down, and is quick to yank them off of you without you even being able to process it. your eyes widen as you let out a squeak of surprise.

“finishing it? oh, no baby… you’ve only started something else.”

he begins to slip your shirt up,right above your tits. he licks his lips and sinks down to your chest, closing his mouth around one of your hard nipples. you moan softly at the way he swirls his tongue around the areola, before he then sucks on it. he brings his hand up to begin pinching at the other one, and your eyes flutter shut.

you try to start rocking your hips against his crotch, but with the way he had you lifted up right against him you couldn’t. you whine in desperation, frustrated at the fact that he had you locked in place. your head tilts back as he starts to pull on the swollen pebble, continuously swirling his tongue around it and ever so often pinching the other one in between his fingers.

your lips part to let out a quivering sigh, and that gave him enough access to shove two fingers in. you almost gag but then immediately close your lips around them, swirling your tongue. but as a retort you bite down, making sure you’d leave teeth marks. he growls and bites above your areola, teeth sinking in enough to cause pain. he immediately soothes over it with his tongue, a soft whine releasing from your throat.

“you’re very feisty today… but that’s okay.”

toji mumbles, quickly getting up and proceeding to unbuckle his belt. his movements were so languid your cunt began to pulse with painful need. he slowly zips down his pants and lowers them along with his boxers, his fat cock softly slapping against his stomach. an audible swallow comes from your throat and a chuckle is heard from him.

he pulls away from you, proceeding to step out of his pants and kicking them somewhere else in the room. he never breaks his gaze from you as he leans back down and slips off your panties and again— tosses them somewhere else in the living room.

your eyes go wide when he spreads your legs and finally looks down, his eyes going from your heaving chest to your wet cunt. you try and press your thighs together, but toji’s swift to push your legs upwards. toji begins to leave wet kisses down your slit, languidly flicking his tongue against your hole and then tracing up towards your clit.

your toes curl as he begins to unhurriedly kiss your clit and give a few tedious licks. your breathing gets heavier when you notice that he’s taking his time on purpose, and you try to buck your hips up. but he holds you tightly, and through the pecks he was leaving you could tell he was smirking.

“toji… please—”

he cuts you off by abruptly slapping your ass and keeps his hand there to feel the recoil. your eyes tightly close momentarily and you bite your lip to keep yourself from squealing.

“you don’t get to beg after what you pulled.”

you push your head back into the couch cushions as he begins to greedily suck on your sensitive bud, messily devouring your juices like a starved man. you whimper when his head draws back, but then you shriek in surprise when he spits on your clit. toji shoves two fingers into you, and your thighs jerk from the sudden feeling.

your jaw slacks as your moans get louder, and you’re writhing your hips sensuously to get more friction. toji was eating you out so sloppily, the wet slurping sounds had your eyes crossing to the back of your head while you continue to mewl desperately.

his fingers curled inside of you deliciously and your walls clenched around him. the hungry need to cum was inching closer. you were getting impatient. you try and push your hips closer but toji acknowledges it and begins to slow down the pace he’s going at with his tongue. you didn’t have time to get frustrated because then his fingers speed up, which has your back arching off of the couch.

you try your best to silence your muffled screams that we’re getting much harder to control— but with the way toji is continuously thrusting his fingers into you it seems like you won’t be able to hold on for much longer. a cry begins to form in your throat as you knew you were about to cum but it instantly dies down when toji hastily pulls his digits out.

you lift your head up to look at him in dissatisfaction, but he only gives you a satisfied chuckle in response. he was clearly content at the fact that he was starting to piss you off. your irritation soon spikes when toji sits down on the couch right next to you, and leans on the arm rest.

“hurry up and come here.”

you flutter your lashes at him in confusion before it hits you. he wanted to 69. you sheepishly sit and then back up towards him, having toji pull you by the waist so your dripping cunt is directly on top of him and you’re face to face with his cock. you take hold of his dick, rubbing circles on his tip before peppering kisses on it down to the base of the shaft. you twitch when you feel toji’s tongue back on your clit, and try to focus on tracing his veins with your tongue.

you feel him softly groan against your pussy, which has your hips pushing back into his face. you whine when he slaps your ass again, and he roughly sucks on your clit in response. you eagerly take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him before beginning to bob your head.

you take a few more inches of him, toes curling as you gag at how he had already hit the back of your throat. you messily bounce your head as drool begins to run down your chin and rub all over your thick lips, loving the way his fat cock was pulsing. you knew he was close because he always came faster when you’d do this. your jaw ached and your mouth felt numb but it didn’t matter with the way his moans were getting louder, and the way his tongue and fingers were working together in perfect rhythm.

your eyes roll back when he gives one last suck on your clit, and your high pitched whimpers had toji’s mind clouding. you try and take all of him, gagging once more. toji loved it when you gagged around him, his ego swelled every time, but he also cums faster like that too. so when he’s bucking his hips up when you pull your head up till his tip and then immediately having all of his cock in your mouth once more; it doesn’t come as much of a shock.

your eyes close shut as toji’s cum leaks out of your lips, and drips onto your tits and his pelvis. you wait for him to finish before gradually taking him out of your mouth. you swallow his cum and turn your head back to him with glassy eyes. he’s gazing at you with a serene expression before sitting up, and you follow after.

“you did so well angel.”

toji turns back at you and brings your head closer to give you a soft kiss on the lips. he then pulls away, and a shit eating grin forms on his face. your brows furrowed in suspicion as his eyes gleam with mischief.

“but damn, i gotta leave you sexually frustrated more often.”

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sytoran · 1 year

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fascinating consultancies | teom part iv

Wanda seeks help in Agatha to find a remedy to her situation.

─── pairing: sub!milf!wanda x athlete!player!reader

─── note: this chapter turned out to be a lot more cute and fluffy than i anticipated... anyways

─── word count: 1.5k

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“So… the smokin’ hot neighbour basically fucked a woman in front of you, on purpose, and you watched it, on purpose? I got no clue about you, Wands, but this kinda sounds like a kinky porno.”

“That’s not the point!” Wanda exclaims in exasperation, burying her face in her hands. She’s seated on Agatha’s surprisingly comfortable vintage armchair, rattling the tale of what you had done nearly a week ago.

Agatha’s a good confidant, with a bawdy sense of humour but incredibly wise if need be. Beyond her years were those life-changing pieces of advice. Despite the snobbish aura she might seem to give off, Agatha’s front door was always open for Wanda.

Wanda was kind of creeped out by her Siamese cat, though.

“How is that not the point— ugh, forget it. Was she at least good, though?” Agatha winked, eyebrows raising smugly. “All that muscle’s gotta be put to good use, right?”

Wanda choked on air, flashbacks of that night coming in sinful stretches.

She had just been about to go to bed, really. After washing up the dinner plates and tucking the boys in the bed, Wanda trudged up the stairs, prepared to meet sweet slumber without her husband once again.

Wanda forced herself not to think about her new neighbour, and how nice they had seemed, and definitely not focusing on how fucking attractive they were, too.

Wanda forced herself to think of the darker aura you exuded, and how she should avoid tying herself up into any kind of mess like that. She barely knew anything about you.

Another step up those stairs. Round the corner. In the bedroom. About to tug the curtains close — wait.

That’s when Wanda saw it. In her direct line of vision, beyond the short distance that separated her and the neighbour’s house. In her direct line of vision, the person she had been thinking of for no less than a full week.

In her direct line of vision, you, fucking a redheaded woman right up against the glass of your bedroom window.

Not for the first time, Wanda nearly passes out.

You were nothing like the person she had seen just yesterday, not the gentlemanly woman with a heart-throbbing smile. No, nothing like that.

This version of you, instead, was the glimpse she had saw for only a moment before. The venomously darkened eyes, almost sadistic, contemplative yet careless and devouring and oh so easy to get lost in.

Wanda watched, jaw slackening as your hands, ran over the woman’s breasts and thighs and stomach, squeezing and rubbing and massaging and caressing. Handling her deliciously roughly, pulling at her hips and tugging at her hair, as the woman writhed beneath your touch. Despite the separating distance, Wanda swore she could hear each moan and cry fall from the redheaded’s cherry lips.

When Wanda sees you dip your head down to feast on the woman’s breasts, Wanda trembles at the sensation of a gush of arousal making its way onto her panties. She’s still stood at the bedroom window, clad in a silk bathrobe, unable to peel her eyes from the devastatingly entrancing scene before her.

The angle that Wanda’s been granted doesn’t exactly give her the best view of your face, but from what she can see, the redheaded woman's having the absolute time of her life.

She's shaking against the glass of the window, hips undulating across what Wanda assumes to be your thigh. Wanda can feel that drop of arousal now, escaping the threshold of her soaked undergarment, running down her thigh, and then-

You’re looking, right into her eyes, dark and unyielding.

“Babe, you’re not helping your case.”

Agatha’s voice is a piercing vice, hauling Wanda out of her detailed reverie. “I don’t know what kind of fantastical erotica you’re dreaming of right now, but you’re about to drool so let’s try not to do that on my armchair. You can masturbate later, not like your husband’s ever home, eh?”

“Agatha!” Wanda shrieks, going to hit at her arm. Her head is still spinning from the vivid imagery now placed in her head, her thoughts swirling around one sole object – you.

“What?” The dark-haired woman protests, rolling her eyes. Agatha lets out a huff as her cat jumps into her lap. The grumpy siamese curls up on Agatha’s lap in protest.

Wanda watches, physically present but her headspace in a different galaxy. That fated day had felt like an out-of-body experience, one Wanda was still recovering from. The aftershocks were settled into her bloodstream, tingling whenever she caught fleeting sights of you.

“In short, you need more sex in your life, Wanda.”

Agatha merely smiles, as if she knew everything in the world. Wanda let her shoulders sink, soft grumbles leaving her lips.

“It’s not like that,” the brunette pouts. “Vision is…… okay, well, he isn’t giving me sex, but I’m fine without it! You can keep your nose out of my sex life!”

That familiar twinkle in Agatha’s eye is a telltale sign of trouble. “I think, that Y/N L/N might give your husband a run for his money. And also, they’re not who you think they are.”

Wanda’s face scrunches into one of confusion. Agatha, and her cryptic sentences can sometimes make Wanda’s brain hurt.

Ah, forget it. Agatha’s just spewing nonsense again.

The blaring sound of Wanda’s cell phone going off is an abrupt startle in the middle of tense silence. Almost relieved, Wanda goes to pick up the phone.

That relief didn’t last long.

“Baby, why are you not home yet? Someone needs to take care of the boys! I have to go for a work meeting in half an hour!”

Wanda feels her heart sink at the outburst. Her voice is heavy when she responds, not like the fiery rage that is her husband’s temper, but more like a weariness of days grown old.

“Vis, it was just two hours. I was talking to Agatha, you know that. And I was taking care of the boys for the whole week already, can’t you play your part for just two hours?”

“I’m the working parent. You’re their mother,” Vision spits almost venomously into the phone, and Wanda feels a stab in her gut. “So you can stay at home and take care of them. I, on the other hand, need to make some fuckin’ money for us, alright?”

Wanda’s lips purse into a straight line, refusing to answer. Her chin is jutted up defiantly. Almost as if he could see her defiance, Vision sighs heavily, the sound crackling over the static of the call. He hangs up abruptly.

“Husband being bitchy?” Agatha asks after a pause, sympathy painting her face. The cat is settled in her lap, perfectly content with Agatha’s absent-minded hand stroking its fur.

“Oh, you can bet on it,” comes Wanda’s grumble, picking up her things in forceful motions.

Could this day get any worse?

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Yes, this day could indeed get a lot worse.

“Boys, will you please eat your food,” Wanda says stately, setting down her fork. She looks at her seven-year-old sons with as much patience as she possibly can. They’re her light, really, but sometimes they can just be so incredibly rowdy.

“No! I want pizza!” Billy yells, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. The result of this, however, is that he flips over his plate of green beans and mashed potatoes, causing the food to spill out onto the tablecloth. Tommy shrieks as one the green bean flies into his own plate. Billy cackles.

Wanda’s face falls.

Sooner than later, the minor accident escalates into a full-on catastrophe, with a food fight currently ongoing. Demonic cries of ‘pizza!’ could be heard over the cacophony, and somehow Sparky has entered the scene and is running between the table legs, loud barks invading Wanda’s every sense.

And all too soon, the kettle begins whistling. Fuck, I forgot about that, Wanda thinks exhaustedly, making a beeline for the kitchen.

Almost as if on cue, the house phone begins ringing, piercing the brunette’s ears with each brutal ring. Someone save me.

To add insult to injury, the doorbell rings right at that very moment.

Wanda flings open the door on the verge of tears. She swears, she swears, if she has settle another fucking problem, she’ll actually go mad. She’ll–

Oh.

Standing in her front porch is you. You, with messy hair and sweatpants, a goofy smile and boxes of pizza tucked under your arm. You, whom Wanda had been avoiding for nearly a week straight, because you were perhaps not so straight. Your eyebrows are raised in a hopeful promise, not expectant at all.

Wanda almost cries from relief.

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mommieswithmuscles · 9 months

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Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

Idea from: @tojisboy my bae <3

CW: Intersex!Abby, breeding kink, blow job for foreplay, trying for a baby, pregnancy at the end, Abby likes being used and is actively consenting to all the sex and creampies (consent will be written, but I don't want anything misconstrued as noncon/dubcon), mama kink, yes Abby has a vag but this is about her beautiful ladydick

Title: Baby Mama

"That thing we talked about," you start, sauntering towards Abby on the bed. "Are you sure you're ready for that responsibility?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have entertained it. A baby with you would bring my life full circle. Fuck, we could have more kids in the future if you wanted them." Abby's large hands guide you on top of her. "Should we start tonight mama?" Her voice is husky.

"I don't know. Do you deserve it?" You tilt her head up, tugging her into a searing kiss. "Hm?"

"I deserve everything you give me, and nothing more." Abby whines when you settle on her bulge, princess wand stirring in her light wash jeans.

"Such a good girl." You palm her over the denim, fingertips brushing over and ignoring the wet patch forming between her thighs, favoring the wet patch forming at the front. Her hips buck down on the bed to avoid you berating her for trying to take more without permission.

"Good girl for my mama," Abby breathes out, head falling back on the pillows before she hikes up her shirt and unbuttons the jeans. You see those as your signal for consent and let her guide your hands to her clothes before helping her take them off.

You admire her body. Lightly puffy stomach because she's been cutting gym hours in favor of helping you choose decorations for a nursery, online cart full of baby stuff. The clit itself is large and heavy in your hand, eight inches and your hand hardly wraps around it. It pulses as you gently roll the foreskin back and collect the fresh dew from the slit.

You take in the clean scent mixed with the musk from the natural dew, and pick the tiny piece of toilet paper residue from the underside. It always makes your heart flutter knowing she wipes after peeing. The way Abby takes care of her body because she wants to, and in doing so alleviates a lot of the risk of a UTI makes you melt.

"Something wrong?" Abby asks from under you.

"No baby, you're perfect is all." The blush on her face makes you coo and kiss the freckled skin tainted rose. You run one finger down the underside vein to watch it bob and shake with her shuddered breath and tensed stomach. "And oh so sensitive for me."

"All for you mama," she agrees. You cup the round and firm sack in your hand, massaging her essence into them where they settled against one of her openings.

There isn't much hair to worry about tangling. She keeps the blonde hairs trimmed and clean. Enough you can find sensory satisfaction in the pleasantly wire fuzz, but still short enough you're not worried about it bunching up or getting stuck between your teeth when you go down on her.

"You have a pretty princess wand, my darling." You kitten lick the tip, giving a light suck when some of her wetness sticks to your lips. Abby's hands card into your hair as she hums, hips locked to the bed so she doesn't get into trouble with you. "Such a good girl for me." You nuzzle her happy trail, pressing a kiss to her pelvis before taking her head back into your mouth.

You bob and slurp her down, Abby's hands clenching and pleasurably tugging on your hair as her cock slowly feeds further down your throat. You happily swallow around her as her tangy fluid pools more and more into your mouth.

You pull off with a *pop*, lips shiny as you climb up her body for a kiss. Abby uses this to flip you on your back, her spongy tip bumping into your clit. You guide her in.

Abby grunts and hums as she slowly bottoms out, her breathing coming out in shallow puffs as her clit throbs vigorously inside you. You moan into her shoulder at the sensation.

Your nails rake down her back as her thrusting begins. Abby's hips meet yours with a resounding *thwop thwop thwop*, your own wetness cascading down your ass crack and making a slick and sticky pool in the sheets.

"That's it mama, right there!" Your legs wrap around her hips, heels bouncing off her booty cheeks with her rhythm.

Sweat drips down Abby's brow and onto your lips, your tongue darting to taste the bittersweet fluid as she starts to grunt deeper in her belly into your chest.

"Good girl Abby, such a good girl! My good girl," you whimper out, walls clenching and fluttering around her pulsing and throbbing clit. "Gunna- Gunna fill me up! Gunna fill my pussy!"

"Mh-hm!" Abby takes a shuttered breath, voice cracking as she tries to answer you.

"My own personal breeder. Fill this pussy Abby, fill me up. Make me cum!" Abby can't hold it and bottoms into you fully as rope after rope of hot slick fills your walls and brings you to cum. Your own wetness slides down her sack and onto the bed where her hips are now pressed to rest.

You scratch Abby's scalp as her princess wand starts to soften inside you, heavy meat keeping you full as she takes deep breaths into your skin to calm her racing heart.

After almost two months of nearly everyday milking, you think it's time to take a pregnancy test. You've been having a multitude of flu like symptoms as well as an irregular period, and it only meant one of two things. Pregnancy, or illness.

You watch your phone as the pink stick takes its time calculating your pregnancy status. After the required five minutes you call Abby into the bathroom with you. She holds you from behind as you peer down at the stick.

"What does it say?" Her hands protectively hold your tummy.

"We're having a baby!" You jump in Abby's arms as she moves to pick you up, twirling you around and laughing with you before your lips lock to her's.

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stxrmxtsu · 10 months

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i work at a store that sells sex toys so these are toys i think the matsus would use on you and themselves.

tag(s): nsfw, pervy matsu boys, gay thoughts (for the male readers), not rlly edited, THIS SUCKS.

note(s): some of these are vague but i’m also practicing on how i interpret them while also giving people like…the canon versions of them so this is all for practice, idk what compelled me to write this i’ve been at work all day

edit: this was supposed to be posted a LOOONNGG time ago. so now, its being posted on 11/18/23

osomatsu

on you: wand massagers, anal beads

wand massagers are his FAVORITE to use on you if or when he can’t really access your clit while he’s pounding you from behind, he’ll reach around you with a wand to get you to cum faster. if you’re his boyfriend, he defo uses it on both of your cocks.

anal beads come in close second, especially if you’re his boyfriend. for girlfriends, it doesn’t come as much unless you two are having a LOONNGG night. (like bdsm nights)

on himself: strokers, cock rings, anal plugs (sometimes)

when you introduced oso to strokers, he was in HEAVEN. he got addicted real fast when you gifted him one as a joke. (not a joke anymore now is it) like, you gave it to him and he was genuinely like “oh my god thanks. i love it. and i love you mwah mwah mwah” and now he has like…5 of them. all different kinds, even a butthole one so he can practice anal for when the real deal happens. also, no fucks on where he ‘hides’ them. (well…until he got yelled at by choromatsu).

(for the gays) you gifted the butthole one as an actual joke and he laughed at it but when you left…

lets just say he couldn’t stop using it while thinking of you. yeah. btw it happens constantly. whether you’re his boyfriend or not.

cock rings are his favorite only because you told him he can last longer with them. (and my guy loves fucking so…)

anal plugs or anything anal on him doesn’t really interest him unless you ask him if you can perform it on him but the times where he’s either submissive or you ask, he likes them. sometimes he feels pretty in the jeweled ones you have.

karamatsu

on you: vibrating cock rings (for male), vibrating bullets, wax candles

i think he likes taking it up the ass more so he makes you last longer by using the cock rings AND ones that vibrate because he just likes the feeling of it inside his asshole.

i think he likes playing around with you somewhat before the main event, i mean don’t get me wrong, kara is a tender and romantic lover but he likes making you feel good before and during sex. so sometimes he’ll use the bullet to press it against your clit while he eats you out or fingers you.

wax candles go for both you and him. while yes, i said he’s a romantic person, he won’t let the candles he lit for you around the bed go to waste. this is entirely if you are into it, he won’t bring it up ever again if he approached you about it and you refused.

on him: strap ons, cock sleeves, cock rings

strap ons are self explanatory, like i said, i think kara likes it up the ass more than anyone you’ve ever been with (he’s a bottom idc what you say). the way he approached you about it was kind of funny because he saw it in your little chest of sex toys and he was curious at first but then awkwardly mentioned it during a convo about spicing up your sex lives.

cock sleeves. whether you use it to finger him or enhance your own cock, karamatsu is all for it. he likes the ones with the ridges because he’s a slut and he NEEDS to feel all of you.

cock rings are mostly used on you, sure, but he also definitely uses them. if you’re a person that likes to go multiple rounds that is.

choromatsu(bator) (thank you dub oso for that nickname)

on you: any clitoral stimulators so roses, suction vibes, etc.

if i’m being honest to myself and you, choromatsu, even with guidance, lowkey kinda sucks at foreplay. so you and him kinda have to use anything that presses against you to get you fully ready.

on him: *rubs hands together* here we go.

vibrating anal plugs, vibrating panties, lube that looks like cum (thats actually a thing its called ‘fuck sauce’ and we sell it in my store), remote control vibes, cock sleeves

look me in the fucking eye and tell me that this man is not willing to let you do anything and everything to him. i dare you.

i won’t go into detail with each one cuz thats gonna take up my word count limit for each boy but FUCK does he like it messy and wet. sometimes he’ll even let you get a paddle on his ass 😏

ichimatsu

on you: oh. the obvious. any bdsm kit you find, wax candles, etc.

when you officially introduced and familiarized ichimatsu with toys and other stuff, he, like oso, got addicted. and was in heaven. of course at first he was really nervous because he’s been a virgin all his life, but with love and trust coming from you, his s/o, he’s become a FIEND. like you have no idea what you created but it sure as hell was a monster.

on him: same thing

while ichi has his dom moments, its safe to say he’s absolutely a SUCKER for receiving the same treatment as he gives you. his favorite HAS to be a paddle to the ass and hot wax dripping all over his body.

jyushimatsu

on you: flavored lube, rabbit vibes

you remember jyushi’s expression when you said there was such thing as flavored lube. his eyes lit up and then turned to the curious cat eyes. did it taste good? why was it a thing? how? he likes giving you oral with it, its his favorite activity so far in the bedroom (whether you have a cock or pussy)

jyushi is playful in bed just as he is in his everyday life so when you showed him your rabbit vibes, he laughed in joy and watched it shake with vibration or if you have the thrusters, he would giggle at how they moved up and down. it’s cute and funny at first but when you’re pent up, you grab him like “jyushi. if you don’t fuck me right now-“

and then you two actually fuck like rabbits. well…after he fucks you good with the vibe….

on him: anything!

i couldn’t really pick any toys that jyushi would like on himself but i’m pretty sure he would be down with anything and everything except the complicated and hardcore bdsm stuff.

he doesn’t want either of you to be hurt during sex because it’s supposed to be a feel good activity!

todomatsu

on you: vibrating panties, remote control bullets, suction vibrators, vibrating anal plugs

look me in the eye again, and tell me he won’t be a little shit with all four of those things. satan spawn when it comes to teasing you. he knows when you’re close too, he picked up on your cues pretty quickly and it always ends with him edging the hell outta you.

of course you get upsetti and frustrated, which he adores. (to an extent) and he just smirks at you and continues until you’re begging and a mess.

on him: strap ons, anal plugs and beads, lube that looks like cum (or just your cum in general if you’re a dude)

NEED I REMIND YOU OF MY PEGGING HCS AGAIN?

kidding, but fr.

totty doesn’t like anything too much but i think anal stuff is as far as he’ll go in regards to ‘hardcore’ sessions.

once in a while or when he’s just being a goddamn brat, he’ll push his hips back against yours with a shit eating smirk and make fake whiney noises to tease you. and when you snap and fuck him good, he’s buried face down into the pillows and sheets so fast and crying.

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missamyrisa2 · 5 months

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a ticklegram for all the motherss~

"Coochie coochie cooo mama-dooo ~ it's tickles in bed alll dayyy for youuuuu~" my squeaky adoring voice fills the room as your blanket is lightly flipped up to expose those weary feet~ my ticklegram bot extends its wiggly fingers down and starts playfully stroking at your toes and drawing up your soless~ and it's just a liiight dusting including a swishyyy feather duster before the scent of oil fills the air and your foot massages begin~

And you'd be forgiven for missing that gentle teasyy tickle for a moment because the massaging hands working up your worn arm muscles are squeezing those tickle spotssss and coaxing you to raise them~ so they can gentle hold your wrists and make room for the spinning up orbital buffers which begin whirling down your inner armsss~

"Let's work allll that tension out now~"

The bot warbles, chiming and humming closer as the spinning tickle buffers work down to start polishing your underarms~ they glide ever so elegantly, humming happily and working inward slowly after trailing the rims of your pits. Down below, the massaging hands working between your toes have moved to delivering their pedicure package with the machine moving to lay a fluffy towel down and start prepping your toes for the pampering~

And that's not the only place getting a pampering~

The machine chimes as the blanket is fully plucked away, and a line of massage oil is drawn across your waist. Fluffy rollers move in to start spreading it above and below with wiggly hands following to ease the slippery oil into your belly and down in your navel, over your hipss and along your lower abdomen. Padded clamps extend out to gently ensnare your legs to slowly open them so that two more orbital buffers can work down over your thighs~

Loving massage hands work your bouncy belly while your feet are treated so sweet, buffed and polished and dusted and beautified ~ up above, your underarms are given the white glove treatment, with hands reaching in to gently rub their thumbs in tight circles, inspecting the buffering job~

"Only the best for our gigglemamas~"

A trio of feathers joins the swarm of loving tickles, carefully drawing around the triangle of royal tickle spots ~ their tips liiightly caressing and kissing at your girly chest buttons and everrrr so carefully grazing up and down your regal area to coax out that lovely pearlyyy~

The buffers return to your armpits, giving extra special attention to your lower pit and sideboob, so that the gloved inspection can glide down first to trace your softened sole before giving a thumbs up to the waiting scrub brushes ~ then back up to wait until the feathers have gotten your girly buttons niiice and bothered~

Oiling up in front of you, the gloved hand goes down to start lovingly stroking with elegant lightness across your girly pearly ~ a taunting makeup brush twirls out to tease your blushing neck while a feather distracts at your ear while the hand ever so carefully rubs around tight circles on your swollen wanting button. The buffers speed up to match your breaths and moans, swirling on those armpits and down your thighs to your kneepits ~ the scrubber brush arms squeak and squeal away, industriously working their tools on your pretty feet in alternating patterns~

With a rumble, the machine produces a travel magic wand, sparkling in glittering pink with the words "Mom needs a break" written in flirty letters across the handle. The bulb buzzes away while the gloved hand makes a round to your underarms again, checking the work of the buffer team. As the feathers coax you along, the vibrations grow and the buffers speed up ~ the bot humming loudly as it goes full force to bring you to that delightfully earned sparkly-eyed ticklegasm~~<3

"Relaxxx darlingggg we've got you allll day nowww~"

I reassure from my control room, directing the machinery to start plucking blooms from the basket of feather flowers near your bed ~ which make the perfectttt post-ticklegasm touch, skittering and sweeping over alll your tickled twitching lovely skin while from behind you can watch the buffers and hands getting tuned up for the next round of your day-long home tickle salon pampering~<3

Happiest of daysssss to all my lovelyyy lovingly dedicated amazing gorgeoussss mother friends~~<33

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brunossan · 9 months

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RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Part 3: Jaune and The Girls

*in the Last Episode, Jaune Arc discovered that Witches have a way to find their mates by seeing a certain light in someone's eyes. Now, this Witch Hunter apprentice is The mate of 4 Witches: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee.*

*Now, The Narrator is gonna let Jaune tell How he is right now. After all, in The time of this AU, one week has passed.*

Jaune: Hum... I am supposed to read something?

*no, Jaune. Just Tell me, How this week has been.*

Jaune: Oh! Its... Been great. Im living pretty well actually.

*So They are treating you well?*

Jaune: I mean... In their own way. *Blushes.*

*If you do not feel ashamed, Tell me. How They are with you?*

Jaune: Can i Tell in Order? *The Narrator nods* Ok. I Will start with Ruby. She is gentle, kind and Very cute. And she loves weapons. Like, a lot!

flashback on

Ruby: Here, right here. *She shows her scythe to Jaune, focusing on The Blade* You see? Its getting blind.

Jaune: Blind?

Ruby: It means The Blade is getting Weaker. But with my Magic, i can revigorate It. *she uses her wand and The Blade is shining like New* See? Good as New!

Jaune: That's Very cool!

Flashback off

Jaune: And that night i discovered that It also affects organic things.

flashback on

Jaune: *panting, no clothes on bed* Ruby... Please... No more... Its been 6 times already... The others are gonna get angry...

Ruby: *on top of him, with a grinning Smile* Well, I was the one to bring you here. And I convinced Yang that you would Last The entire night in my First time so...

*she Takes her wand and touches The tip of his Dick with It. Without any further Warning, The massive dong rises again, Ruby smiling in a pervert way, while Jaune looks terrified.*

Ruby: Get ready for more 4 rounds of riding.

Flashback off

Jaune: Yeah... Ruby can be cute and kind. But in bed... I must pray to survive her lusy.

*And The other girls?*

Jaune: Oh, yeah. Well, Blake is like a cat. She is serious, acts like Nothing matters but... She has a Very cute and needy Side too.

Flashback on

Jaune: Is that... Cat ears?

Blake: Yep. *Reading an erotic book, sitting by his Side in The couch* I use to hide them in a bow, as Its a way Witch Hunters finds either Witches like me or Familiars.

*Jaune looks at her cat ears, an urge growing Inside of him. Blake notices his looks, grabbing its hand and putting it in her Head.*

Blake: Listen. If you ever Tell anyone that i like being petted, i Will turn you into a Frog And dissecate you. Got It?

Jaune: ... I got It.

Blake: Good. Now you can pet me.

*Jaune moves his Hand in Blake's Head, patting her. The Black haired girl then lets a small and cute purr, while clinging in The Blonde one*

Blake: You know, you have a good talent with hands.

Jaune: I was the best at polishing armors and giving massages in The academy.

Blake: Massages? *She lays in his lap, letting her back visible to him, smiling in a smug way* The girls Will take her time to Go back, so How about you give me a special massage?~

*Jaune gulps, as he looks at her back and butt. He looks around, trying to see If They are truly alone. Suddenly, his neck is pulled by a Black cat tail, making him get on top of Blake's back, his crotch near her butt. She smiles as she feels his bulge grows beetween her buttcheeks*

Blake: Oh, so you are Anxious for that~

Flashback off

Jaune: Blake is The boldest of them all. And likes to take risks. Different of Weiss. Weiss is... A princess. She is Very bossy and its on Command of everything. But there's The thing. She... Knows How to motivate everyone.

Flashback on.

*Jaune is swordfighting with Weiss in The forest, The girl overpowering him with its Rapier. Suddenly, with a fast cut, Weiss disarmed him, slicing its rusty armor in half. Jaune drops his Sword, putting his hand up*

Jaune: I surrender.

Weiss: Good. *she makes her Sword disappear* Its Very rare for a Witch Hunter to surrender.

Jaune: Im not totally a Witch Hunter, you know.

Weiss: Yes That's why i Said It, dolt. *she cleans her hands*. You need to improve If you wanna have a chance against me. Or anyone.

Jaune: I got it... *He turns around, going towards The house.*

Weiss: Where are you going?

Jaune: Im tired. I wanna rest. *he bumps into an Ice wall* ouch!

Weiss: You are not tired. I can Sense it. Come here and Tell me what's wrong.

Jaune: Im saying im Fine! Its not enough?

*Weiss opens its arms, Jaune dont understanding any of this. Suddenly, an Ice Pillar pushes him towards her, The girl embracing The taller One in a gentle hug.*

Jaune: W-weiss what are you doing? *He asks as he blushes, his Head in her chest*

Weiss: People used to treat you harsh, right? And your calming mechanism... Was hiding. Lying that you are tired Just for staying alone... *She touches his hair, stroking it.* And crying.

Jaune: I dont cry. Im Fine.

Weiss: Jaune... *She pulls him down, making him knee* You know that a week has passed and The light didnt faded away, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah.

Weiss: So dont be afraid of crying on my shoulder when you want to. Ok? You are my mate, our mate. And... I wont think you are weak If you show me your feelings.*

*Jaune Arc stopped resisting The hug and started letting himself be embraced by Weiss arms, all while sunking its Head in her shoulders and, in silence, letting The tears flow. Weiss stroked his hair, while thinking that Maybe They werent so different after all.*

Flashback off

Jaune: I like that she is The Ice Witch but gives me The warmest hugs. Even in bed. Her favourite position is anyone where she can hold in me. In my opinion, i think she is The most clingy.

*I see that your Relationship with them has improved. But i have a question for you. And Yang? You still didnt talked about her.*

Jaune: Oh. Yang. Of course. Well... She is... Difficult. Very difficult. I dont think she likes me much. In fact we still didnt did... Anything. *Sigh* I still think she wants to Crush me.

*I as The Narrator knows everything. However, i cant Tell you much. All i can Tell to you its to be patient. Because you still need to Dig deeper Into her Heart.*

Jaune: Can you give me some advice?

*Unfortunally, only on next episode. Also, If someone wants to know something more about this séries, The Askbox and The comments are always open. See you later.*

*To be Continued...*

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intuitively-her · 2 years

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Your next sexual encounter 18+

Pile 1-(9 of cups, Page of swords rx, 7 of swords, King of wands rx, Ace of cups, Queen of cups)

This is gonna be a wish fulfillment. I keep hearing "long awaited". This is gonna happen with your longtime crush/bf/gf. Y'all are literally gonna be ripping each others' clothes off. This person is gonna love your bare body. For some of you, this person is gonna take you on a date before y'all get to it. For others of you, this is gonna happen unexpectedly in the heat of the moment. They're gonna be sneaky about this. I feel like you're gonna think this person is "all talk" at first. This person is gonna fuck the shit outta you. I keep envisioning somebody getting pounded in doggy. Sorry if that's too graphic lmao. This person is gonna loveee eating your pussy. They're gonna think it's pretty. Ya'll may end up going multiple rounds. This encounter will be very romantic. This could possibly end in a pregnancy, so be careful! This will definitely be with new love or this encounter will lead to something deeper with your person.

*Channeled song: Shape of you by Ed Sheeran

*Channeled messages: Husband, Possessive, Cheerful, Outgoing, Pretty skin/skin tone, Loud, Wet, Life of the party

Pile 2-(6 of pentacles rx, 5 of pentacles rx, 2 of pentacles rx, The Emperor rx, King of swords, King of cups)

This encounter will be a rebound. This will either be a threesome or there will be other people nearby when y'all have sex. This might happen outside or in a public area. It won't be planned. You're gonna make this person lose control. This person is gonna fuck you so hard and deep. For some of you, this person will want you to dominate them. This could happen at work with a boss or co-worker. I keep getting a vision of someone being fucked on a desk. This person is gonna play with your tits a lot. This person will definitely take care of you and tend to your needs. They're gonna sweep you off your feet!

*Channeled messages: Stalker, Fake Spiritualist, Fraud, Witch, Charming, Sexy, Charismatic, Obsessive, Fear 1996 (movie)

Pile 3-(The Fool, The Moon, 7 of wands, 8 of wands, 10 of wands, 7 of pentacles)

This is gonna be with a sneaky link. This person could be different from your usual type or a different race. The sex has/will have this person obsessed! They'll definitely be creepin on you afterwards. This person is gonna put you in so many different positions. Y'all are gonna try to out-do each other to see who can fuck the best. This person wants you to sit on their face. They love the way you taste. They want you to ride their dick. They just want you on top of them. This person is so mesmerized by your beauty. They feel like they've never seen anyone like you. They're gonna grip and caress your body. For some, this person is gonna massage you before y'all get to it. This person is gonna fuck you fast and hard. This will probably be a quickie. This will make you two grow closer. It's possible that this situation will form into something deeper.

*Channeled messages: Blonde, Fake spiritualist, Ex-friend, Boss, Liar, Psychic, Predator, Charming, Apathetic, Sexy, Narcissistic, Impulsive

Pile 4-(6 of pentacles rx, The Chariot, The Hermit, The Tower rx, 9 of wands rx, The World rx)

This is gonna be with someone you're dealing with romantically or a situation-ship. I keep getting that y'all will be completely alone-so maybe this person will take you on a trip somewhere? I keep hearing "baecation". This might end up being a surprise. This person is gonna be focused on you and making you cum. They love your boobs! They might wanna record y'all having sex. They want you to stroke their dick and play with their balls. They really wanna hit it from the back. They love the view. You're gonna be exhausted after this lmao.

*Channeled messages: Freckles, Awkward, Sexy voice, Mean girl, Rude, Clingy, Intellectual, Trustworthy, Possessive, Life of the party

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image #pac #pap

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ansbobcar · 8 months

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EP 1. Drink your problems away!

WORD COUNT. 1108

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Orter Madl has had enough, hanging up on the rabbiphone. “008, throw this away,” tossing it towards his tiny beast servant who swiftly caught it and did as he was commanded. He leaned back into his chair with a heavy sigh.

Of all the things his parents had raised him within their power to be: it wasn’t to be married.

‘I already told them to stop setting me up on blind dates after the last one but they don’t listen,’ he cursed to himself as he looked over the last batch of reports. His next meeting with the field officers was tomorrow morning too, massaging his temple for a moment before he continued onto the next paper. The brunette continued this until 9 o’clock in the evening.

“008.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m heading out now, clean the office up before you do anything.”

“Yes, sir,” his servant bowed as he walked out of the room. There was still time to spare so instead of reaching for his wand, he opted to take a brisk walk outside.

The moonlight hid itself amidst clouds as the new lamps, with the new flame retaining technology from the Magical Research Administration, gently illuminated the cobblestone path towards the main road. During the day, it would be bustling with marketing, stalls, and crowds of all demographics but the calm night revealed only the faint lights through curtained windows.

‘Seems like businesses took in the new notice rather well,’ he told himself, taking a left turn into a more secluded alleyway. Burned onto a wooden sign was simply: Joe’s.

Opening the door with a chime, he was greeted by the man himself. “You’re here, Orter!” The old man Joe called out to him amidst the noise. “My favourite regular,” he added, quickly filling up a jug with beer.

The brunette held back his chuckle, “As always.”

Only to be met with a resounding group of reactionary vowels amidst a wicked howl in the background. He scowled in annoyance towards the source yet the thud of the jugs of beer infront of him shoved that priority away. “Seems like they were betting on something important,” Joe whispered. The bar wasn’t connected to a gambling den though but the oldie was at peace. ‘They’re probably kids,’ he commented, their snickers drowned out by the gramophone’s blast of jazz recordings.

The owner cleaned another round of glasses as the Divine Visionary drowned his thoughts with a clean chug. Minutes pass by and the kids had left before the clock had struck midnight, leaving the two men alone in the bar.

“You really do look forward to these monthly drinking contests, don’t you?” Joe broke the silence as he saw the subtle moping the Desert Cane committed. “Isn’t it obvious?” He shot a glare at the man. “I’ve been doing it for the past 2 years.”

“My bar isn’t a popular one though.”

“Doesn’t matter, pubs irritate my eyes and ears.”

Bored out of his mind, he took off his glasses and tried to rest his head on the counter. However, the door chimed with another push and Joe greeted another customer. He couldn’t hear any words from behind him but the footsteps were quietly approaching him and sat down beside him to his right.

A familiar voice inquired softly. “Is he…”

Immediately, he raises himself back upright in confusion. “What are you doing here?” Adjusting his glasses back onto his face as he addressed his blonde colleague, Rinka Ontarin, without her distinguishing orange robe.

“The game.”

Immediately, Joe delightfully began to prepare the stage as he was intrigued. “I really hope you can hold your liquor well,” doubtful of her challenge.

She calmly smiled towards him as she rolled up her sleeves revealing her wrists to be bandaged. “I wonder so too.”

“There are 50 rounds to this game, to move onto the next round, all shots must be finished by both parties. If a party is unable to continue or surrenders, the other party wins the game,” Joe explained as he placed down the first round infront of the two prestigious figures.

“Out of 24 matches, 7 of them ended right here,” he added. “3 shots of vodka.” Only the beginning.

“Cheers?” She raised her shot towards him.

“Cheers.”

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2 hours pass, it’s now the 42nd round and the intoxication is slowly starting to take a toll on him as his cheeks are completely flushed. He didn’t believe it, reaching beyond Round 27 was already quite the accomplishment.

“I can’t believe it,” he huffed, as he saw her chug down on a beer float with her nonchalant face. “What kind of… spell did you use on yourself?” There wasn’t any rule against using spells but he was on the edge of losing against her.

“No spells.”

“Liar,” he swirled the melting ice cream into the beer with the metal spoon.

She raised up her hands innocently, “It’s true. I left my wand in my robe at the office.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Ugh,” he felt like his head was cracking open under pressure, gripping onto his head much to their worry. “Fine… I surrender.”

“Winner gets a favour from the loser!” The old man interjected, causing him to just grumble.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind,” she stated.

“My parents have been setting me up on these annoying appointments with random women. They’re getting in the way of me doing my job.”

“You’re not interested in that are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Haven’t you bothered asking any of them into a marriage of convenience with just a mutually beneficial contract of sorts?” She asked him only to be met by a hopeless response, “The women they pick out are trash.”

“How so? Describe them.”

He began to recount his dates, one of them was completely spoiled by their father with no sense of patience, another simply wanted the infamy of his position, there was this girl who only cared about looks and wealth, followed by a girl who spouted absurd things for a first meeting.

“The latest one was fucking Molly Armament.”

“Ah,” she reacted rather cumbersomely. “Her. I can see why you couldn’t do that.”

“They all sucked, but it’s so annoying,” he pinched his forehead in irritation, attempting to shake off the depressant’s effect on him. “If only there was someone convenient...”

“How about me?” She points towards herself. “I don’t mind helping out a fellow Divine Visionary.”

He quickly stood up from his seat at the suggestion, “Careful!” just to be met by the uncomfortable loss of control over his legs as silence and numbness enveloped him. He blacked out.

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Yayyy I got to post it! I wanted to make a Joe Mama joke in the story but that's not my specialty-

#mashle oc #orter madl #orter madl x oc #mashle x oc

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illfoandillfie · 10 months

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hey! tysm for the student smut blurb thing I requested a few months ago (I’m the one obsessed with curtains lol), it was amazing!

so I was thinking that roger would have been the type to buy the hitachi magic wand (like I can just picture him hearing about it, especially with going to Japan so much, and buying it to try out with his girlfriend) so could you maybe pretty please write something like that? like he hears about it on a trip to Japan and brings it home to try with reader (and maybe orgasm torture her a bit lol)? maybe it’s a Halloween or Christmas gift if you want to make it holiday-themed (or could just be a random gift, I don’t mind).

no worries if not ofc!

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 17

Oooo this is a fun one! Thanks for the request!

Warnings: sex toys - hitachi, little bit of overstim, kinda christmas related, mostly dom!rog but also a little bit switchy.

“You busy love?” Roger called out as he neared the living room. You looked at the plate of crackers and cheese you’d just settled down with, intending to enjoy a trashy magazine with your afternoon snack, “Uhh, no, what is it?” He was grinning as he walked towards the couch, before thrusting a present towards you, “Merry Christmas.” “Oh!” More than a little surprised, you took the long rectangular git from him. The wrapping was a little messy and you could see a small area he’d patched up with a square of excess paper, though he'd tried to cover some of it with a bow. “I know it’s a bit early,” he added, but I want you to have it now. “Why? It’s not alive is it?” “It’s not alive,” Roger laughed, “Just something I picked up for you while I was in Japan.” You hummed as you gave the box a light shake, listening for any noise that might give away what it was. “But you’ve already given me a Japanese souvenir. I love my little lucky cat.” “I know, but this is something else. Just open it love.” “You’re very keen for me to open this box.” “Well I thought you’d probably want to use it once you saw it.” “And I couldn’t use it on Christmas Day?” “Not until after our guests leave.” You gave it another rattle, “Okay so not alive. Something I’ll want to use but not around others?” “This would go quicker if you just ripped off the wrapping.” “Is it that I can’t use it in front of others or I wouldn’t want to?” “Well you can use it round me whenever you want but I imagine if you pulled it out on Christmas our families would be quite uncomfortable.” “Oh so it’s dirty then.” Roger answered with a cheeky grin. That got you more excited and ready to move on from your teasing guessing game. Eagerly you tugged at the ribbon and then wrapping paper, making no effort to be neat. Fingers twitching with excitement, you worked the lid of the box off and.....didn’t know what you were looking at. “It’s a massage wand,” Roger said, seeing your confusion, “like a vibrator thing.” “I already have a vibrator.” “Yeah but this one’s more powerful. It’ll get you off really really well.” “Oh, okay.” you tried to sound enthusiastic when you were mostly just confused. The vibrators you were accustomed to were small, perfect for targeting a specific point, even of being worked into you. This thing seemed too large to be able to properly stimulate, not to mention big enough that it might as well have been a flashing neon sign outside your house that said WANKING. “I thought you’d be more excited,” Roger said, his own enthusiasm faded. “Sorry honey,” you cooed, swooping in to give him a small kiss, “I’m sure I’ll love it when I try it out. I just don’t quite see why I’d need another vibrator when I already have a good one.” You reached into the box to pull it out and found the power cord, “One I don’t need to plug into a wall to use.” “That’s just cause you haven’t seen it on, you haven’t felt it yet.” “And you have?” Your eyebrow was raised again. “Just in the shop. And they were advertising it as a way to massage sore back muscles and stuff so it wasn’t like bad or anything. But I got to turn it on and get a sense of it. My hand was tingling after, it’s more powerful than you’d believe. Plus it really helped my back.” You giggled at the thought of Roger being shown the gadget in a brightly lit store. It was somehow funnier than if he had found it in a seedy Japanese sex store. “I thought it might be good for when I’m on tour and stuff but also that we could use it together. It’d be pretty hot making you cum like that.” The idea did sound kind of fun and you hummed at the thought, “Okay yeah that does sound hot. Let’s try it out.” “Now?” “Yeah, now,” Roger grinned again, “Just wait and see, you’ll lose your mind over it.”

Roger ushered your quickly to the bedroom, pulling you into a kiss once you arrived. You giggled again at the effort he was going to to turn you on, his hands squeezing your butt, his lips moving to your neck as he worked on undressing you. You were very glad you had such a horny, attentive partner. Especially once he really started getting you worked up, gently tugging your hair and teasing your nipples as he removed your bra. He removed far less of his own clothing, much more interested in stripping you down to just your knickers. Even then, when he’d told you to hop on the bed, he made no move to shuck his jeans or tee. Instead he stepped around the side of the bed and bent down to plug your present into the wall. You watched in anticipation. Even if you didn’t really believe this new toy would be much different to your old, it was still fun to share the experience with Roger. He touched the head of the vibrator to your thigh, and you giggled as the light touch tickled. It was softer than you’d expected. You stopped giggling when he turned it on, “Jesus.” He’d drawn it away as he turned it on for the first time and you heard how loud it was. You’d not expected silence, that just didn’t exist in a vibrator, but you couldn’t help the idea of the neon sign popping back into your mind. “It’s only loud because it’s good,” Roger reassured, “Just wait.” You swore when he brushed the round head against your thigh again, not for long but for long enough for the feeling to linger. Roger chuckled, “I told you it was powerful.” He moved it slightly higher up your thigh and you jolted at the feel of it on your more sensitive skin.

He went slowly, inching it up your thigh, onto your hip, letting you adjust to the sensation of it before he stroked it over the crotch of your underwear. That alone was enough to have your breath catching in your throat. You’d played with sex toys before, you’d used a few different types of vibrators over the year, but this was different. You’d never felt anything like it. Its large size seemed suddenly to not only make sense (how else would such a motor fit inside) but to be a blessing in disguise. Anything smaller and the thing would have vibrated right out of Roger’s hand, if it didn’t destroy every nerve in your clit first. Roger rubbed it along your knickers a few times, smirking at the growing wet patch it was creating. “See love, it’s really working for you isn’t it? Already so wet. Should we see if it can make you cum just as easily?” You whimpered a little as he wiggled your underwear down with one hand, the other maintaining a firm hold on the handle of the wand. The vibrations were even more intense without the flimsy barrier of your panties. Once again, he only gave you a small taste before he moved the toy away, letting you get your bearings. But that little touch wasn’t enough and you quickly let Roger know you needed more. He’d grinned and you just knew you’d be listening to him gloat for a week. Thankfully though he’d kept mum in the moment, making sure you were really ready before he brough the head of the wand to your clit. After a matter of seconds you moaned. None of your other toys came close to feeling the same. The vibrations from the wand seemed to resonate outwards from where Roger was grinding it against your clit, the larger surface area from its tip and its double strength pulse making the pleasure radiate out through your cunt. Roger barely moved it but the occasional roll was all you needed for an unexpectedly quick orgasm to overtake you.

“Holy shit Rog,” was the first thing you managed to say. “And that was just on the lowest setting?” “It has higher settings?!” You didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified at the thought of even faster or more potent. Roger laughed, “Yeah, 2 other speeds and then a few different patterns.” He clicked the button a few times and you heard its speed adjust slightly each time, until he stopped it on pattern that seemed to alternate between a short burst of vibrations and a sustained but softer buzz. You squirmed where you lay, “Let me feel?” Roger obliged, holding it back to your clit. Your orgasm built a little slower this time, the pattern keeping you from speeding towards release as quickly as before. But it still didn’t take as long as you knew it could for you to reach the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard and making you whimper as the continued vibrations overstimulated you. “I knew it’d be good but fuck I could really torture you with this.” Roger pulled the toy away again and stopped the buzzing. You could only groan at the thought, remarkably horny considering your two quick orgasms. Roger laughed, “See, I knew you’d like it.” Still laying back you nodded, blindly reaching out to pat his thigh but instead your hand found his stiff cock trapped in his jeans. A teasing, maybe I’ll just replace you, died on your lips as you realised how hard he was. Instead you said, “Do you wanna try it?” “Try what, love?” “Try the wand thing, whatever you call it. See how it feels with a cock.” “Huh,” he considered your idea as you pushed yourself to sit up, “I’d thought about using it on you while I was fucking you but I hadn’t even thought of trying it on myself. Now that you’ve said it though I’m very keen.” Laughing you took the toy from his loosened grip, giving the buttons some experimental presses, “Alright, pants off and lie down.” Roger swallowed hard but did as you said.

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine

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lycantripuwu · 7 months

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Finally getting caught up on session updates, we have out dinner at Ravenloft next session and that will be a whole thing.

We stop a very stinky vampire's plan to attack the city with an undead horde.

-Mirre gives Ireena his wand of secrets(Wow that sounds wrong) and tells her to use it if she's ever alone in one of the rooms.

-We've learned that Theodor is a ladies man, so naturally Rhil and Ireena go to distract him while Mirre snoops around the house.

-Unable to find anything odd, Mirre figures whatever secrets are in Theodor's study. Because nobles always have secret rooms and there HAS to be something.

-Rhil is able to talk Theodor out of the room and up to his uh.. "pleasure room" where she talks about the history of her deity, The Platinum Song, the entire time. While Theodor's servant, Bram, sits with Ireena.

-Mirre lets Jace know Rhil went upstairs and Jace, being his protective self, knocks on the door hard.

-Ireena gets her chance to use the wand of secrets while Bram answers the door, and we all leave with Rhil and Jace pretending to argue.

-Ireena tells us that there is definitely a secret behind the book case, and even saw that book she needed to pull, but got interrupted.

-Rhil casts clairvoyance from Blue Water to see whats behind it and finds a bloody ritual circle.

-Mirre has a theory that it could lead to Ravenloft and sees this as an opportunity to sneak in and get Reek out of there. Mirre is fully prepared to sneak in alone with a plan since he is the stealthiest compared to Rhil and Jace(plate mail), He has a way to teleport to the fanes as well.

-We ask Fiona to distract Theodor with a meeting and taxes and we call up Victor to come check out this circle with us.

-Mirre sneaks up through the balcony and like a cat, knocks over a bottle of "massage oil" onto the piano inside and shattering it. effectively keeping Bram busy.

-he unlocks the front door for Victor and they check out the hidden room behind the book case.

-Mirre originally wanted Victor to destroy the circle after he went through so the rest of the party couldnt follow into danger. after a stern talk from Victor, Mirre promised to keep the circle open and call for help if he needed it.

-He definitely needed it, because it wasn't Ravenloft, but the durst cult basement(We had a different death house start with Legosi) that was located in the sewers of Vallaki.

-Mirre makes it through most of it undetected, trying to determine if he was actually in Ravenloft or not, until he triggered a bunch of skeletons in a dungeon, the bigger one nat 20'ing him immediately.

-he summoned his hellhounds and fought off the skellies after calling for help, realizing he cant do this alone.

-Rhil, Jace, Ireena and Victor sneak through the circle and end up triggering a bunch of cultists that Mirre snuck by.

-The group decides to use the robes as a disguise as Mirre dealt with the skeletons and started sneaking his way back to the party.

-Mirre sees a bunch of cultists and shoots one of them with his bow from the shadows before sending his hellhounds to charge. Turns out that was Jace he shot.

-We work out way through the dungeon, fighting more cultists, ghouls, a roper and a mimic that Rhil's been caught by three separate times this campaign now. she likes to touch things without thinking about it.

-we get to the end and get surrounded by cultists wanting us to sacrifice a woman on an alter. we refuse and in comes Theodor, whos actually a nosferactu.

-With a command word from Theodor Rhil's armor turns into a animated armor and immobilizes her. She had to fight off the armor with strength checks to pull off pieces. Rhil goes from 23 armor to 13 in less then 3 rounds.

-The party starts a fight, getting multiple hold person and command spells from the four bigger guys up on the ledges.

-Once Rhil gets her armor off, Theodor targets her immediately and i swear she was up and down, conscious and unconscious at least 9 different times as he fed on her and the party kept healing her.

-Victor kills Theodor with a Nat 20 and we head back to report to Fiona, learning of a horde of undead settled on a farm near Vallaki and the party decides to deal with this issue sooner rather then later.

-Rhil, Jace, Mirre, Victor, The wolf hunters and Lars with some guards march to this farm.

-There were a lot more then we expected and things went south, all of the guards had died. one of the wolf hunters died. But Rhil took a risk and teleported out there to protect his body so she could revivify him.

-This worked with a well placed fire elemental and eventually we finished the hordes.

-We trek back with everyone except the guards alive.

-Fiona thanks us and offers us Theodor's old home which we accept quickly, we head back and rest up.

-after some wisdom rolls regarding dark gifts(Rhil rolled really well, even nat20'd one), the tips of Rhil's ears have turned black.

-The next day, Victor stops by and helps us dispel the evil tome, destroying it.

-Mirre catches Majesto trying to steal his box of notes containing information regarding his case with Anastrasya. So naturally, Mirre made an explosive fake box filled with gun powder, alchemist fire, acid and holy water as a little surprise next time Majesto tries to steal it.

-We spend most the day cleaning up the home and making it out own while we prepare ourselves for Ravenloft.

#dnd #ttrpg #dungeons and dungeons #curse of strahd #mirre uldras #rhil darkstar #ireena kolyana #victor vallakovich #jace brightcrest

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disticfiction · 1 year

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Fig forced a smile as he sat in his chair and listened to his student speak, excitedly, about their time in Bainburgh. They were safe. He didn't break, he didn't reveal their location, and they were safe. That's all that mattered. Trying to concentrate, he shifted, desperate to take the weight off of his cunt. He considered standing, but that would've been worse, his legs sore and shaky.

"Are you alright?" the student asked, suddenly. "You seem exhausted."

Fig laughed. "Yes, well ... I've been studying the book you brought me. It's proving to be a bit more challenging than I'd expected."

Luckily, they didn't see through his obvious lie. How could he tell them his hole was throbbing, still slick and stretched from the abuse? How could he tell them he'd been raped by a plant? How could he tell them it was all in the pursuit of finding them? If they found out, it would absolutely devastate them and they'd take the blame.

No, Fig wouldn't allow it.

"Professor Ronen told me to ask if you were feeling alright, too. Did something happen while I was away?"

"Oh, that?" Damn it, Abraham, Fig thought. "Yes, I developed a bit of a cold while you were gone. I borrowed his Pepperup Potion and I'm feeling much better now. Please tell him not to worry, and also not to worry others on my behalf."

"Yes, sir," the student said, naively. "Well, I think that's everything."

And not a moment too soon. Fig's hole was beginning to soak the cushion beneath him, craving what it had yet to forget. Three days had passed since his assault, but he couldn't seem to calm his body or his mind. Every step he took, every move he made rubbed his sensitive walls together, making recovery difficult. He wanted more, but he hated himself for it.

"I'm glad you're alright," he whispered, abruptly.

"Sir?" the student asked, confused. "Of course I'm alright. Should I not be?"

He tried to pacen his breathing. "It's just ... with Ranrok's Loyalists branching out, I'm worried about you. Try to stay closer to the castle from now on, for both our sakes."

The student, though lost, nodded. "I will, sir."

"Thank you. You may go now. Don't be late for your next class."

"Of course, sir." Before turning away, they gave him a look that broke his heart. "And please get some rest. You don't look very well."

As soon as they left, he sighed and spread his legs. The rumbling in his stomach drove him wild. He hadn't even touched himself, yet his clit poked through his trousers and rubbed against the material, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure up his spine. How embarrassing. A large, wet stain darkened the center of his pants, his fluids sinking into the chair. He needed to cum. After everything he'd been through, he still needed to cum.

"Ughh..."

Closing his eyes and gripping one of the armrests, he slipped a hand between his legs and teased his slit, massaging up and down with his middle and ring finger. The slightest bit of pressure nearly caused him to scream, but he pursed his lips, muffling the sounds. He could feel the material dip into his hole, just enough to stroke his swollen edges. It was such a relief. Sweat shimmered on his forehead as he moaned with his mouth closed, the build up climbing closer to his climax.

"I wouldn't do that in your office," a deep voice warned.

Fig jumped, hitting a knee into his desk. That was a shock, and he needed a moment to collect himself. When he looked up, he saw his door open and Aesop Sharp standing across from him, holding a potion. Before either of them spoke, he turned and shut the door with his wand, then cast Colloportus.

"Aesop, I'm so sorry! I--!"

"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault." He offered his hand. "Though, perhaps you should take more time off. Clearly, you're not entirely in control of your faculties yet."

"Perhaps you're right..." he huffed, accepting the hand as he stood.

Without making eye contact, Sharp helped him round his desk, then slowly removed his pants. "Let's see."

As if a habit, Fig took a seat on the surface and spread his legs, blushing and staring at the wall. Sharp's hands were cold and he flinched when they made contact, but he didn't complain. It was already humiliating enough for both of them. As those cold fingers traced his cunt, Sharp groaned.

"Still loose," he said, directly. "Still some bruising along your crease. No pain?" Fig shook his head. "Good. Good. Still red, too. Still ... pulsing."

"Forgive me."

"As I said, think nothing of it. None of this is your fault."

He wasn't used to Sharp being so kind. "Thank you for saying that."

After Ronen brought him back to the castle and he regained some semblance of self, he begged the man not to bring him to the hospital. If he did, there would be a record. The whole staff would know. The headmaster would know. He couldn't bear it. Reluctantly, Ronen obliged, but insisted they at least tell Sharp. If anyone could fix his hole, it would be him. Ultimately, Fig agreed.

"Alright, you know what to do," Sharp said, softly.

His face glowing, Fig rolled onto his front, his legs hanging over the desk with his ass in the air. The worst part. His brow curling, he bit his thumb as Sharp stepped closer, pushing into his thighs. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but again, he didn't complain. It didn't seem polite, given the circumstances. Sharp was already going above and beyond what he had to.

"I ... I'm feeling rather ... tender today," Fig chirped, his teeth grinding into his nail. "Please be gentle."

"You don't have to ask. I'm not going to hurt you."

The sound of a cork popping made the old man's head spin. That isn't what he meant. He wasn't ready, but it happened all the same. First, a cool drizzle of balm slathered around his rim and down to his clit, making him squirm. It wasn't meant to be sexual, but he couldn't deny the genuine arousal it triggered.

"Mmhm!" Fig whined, clutching the edge of his desk with his other hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. Just bear with me."

Then, two fingers slipped in. Deep. Fig cried out, his walls scrunching down immediately, all too eager to take what they'd been given. He wanted to tell Sharp to stop, not to thrust, but he couldn't get the words out. Instead, he moaned loudly, tears welling in his squinted eyes as the memories of being fucked by the Snare came flooding back. Of when he was dangling in the air, helpless, his hole molested. The way it stretched him, the way it slammed him, the way it beat him.

He came, squirting with a powerful surge that left him limp and trembling, but those fingers continued to work, plunging in and out, making sure to find every wounded patch of nerves that might have been cursed. The dedication made Fig's heart race. He always knew Sharp was a good man, but he never thought he'd tolerate this level of depravity.

"I-I'm sorry!" he sobbed, knowing he must've wet the younger man's suit.

"Just do what you have to," he said, scooping up another glob of balm and shoving back in. "If you can't help but cum, cum."

He twisted his wrist, his thrusts becoming rougher and wider. Wait, was he doing this on purpose? Fig couldn't help but wonder as his jagged thumb suddenly pushed into his nub and caressed it with delicate semicircles.

"A-Aseop?"

"You're getting too tight," he said. "That's good, it means the balm is working." He sounded strained. "But I'm not finished yet. I need to reach your cervix." For the past few days, Sharp was able to stick four fingers in his gape and reach that area, but now he couldn't, struggling just to fit two. "Damn it. Eleazar, I'm sorry about this, but it's the only way."

Fig's eyes bulged as he felt something hard and textured slide in over his friend's fingers, hitting his end. He didn't know what it was, but it felt good, banging into his cervix and coating it with the lotion. With two fingers in his hole, a thumb on his clit, and whatever that mystery object was that plowed into him, his mind went blank.

"I'm cumming! Aaugh!"

As if he'd burned him, Sharp pulled away, avoiding another blast of liquid as it burst from the old man's core. An intense orgasm, most unexpected, though Sharp was far too good with his technique.

"That's it," Sharp whispered. "Just breathe."

Fig's hole convulsed, satisfied by the explosion of ecstasy after such a long wait, then twitched in the aftermath, alone and empty. As he caught his breath, he looked back, seeing Sharp wiping his wand with a cloth. So that's what it was.

"I ... I'm so sorry," Fig whimpered, his body too heavy to move.

"Enough with the apologies. How many times do I have to tell you this isn't your fault?"

He looked away, ashamed. "Then ... thank you, Aesop."

"Don't mention it. Ever." Reaching his limit, Sharp rolled him onto his back, then wiped his mess with the same cloth he used on his wand. "A few more sessions and you should be relatively back to normal."

"And ... what about the cravings?"

Sharp paused. "I'm sorry, Eleazar, but I don't know what to do about that. The balm is only for physical damage." As Fig laid in a state of euphoria, he reefed his trousers back over his waist. "For now, I think the only solution is to either ignore it, which I don't really recommend, or give into it."

"G-give into it?"

"I realise it's not ideal, but if you have to cum, let yourself cum. Don't make it worse by tormenting yourself."

"I see..."

"I'm sorry, old friend. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the best advice I have at the moment. After your hole is healed, we can look for other alternatives."

"...I understand. Thank you again, Aseop."

He nodded, then helped him back to his chair, his face lined with drool and tears. "Rest now. I'll be back to give you another treatment tomorrow."

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