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Shameless, pt. 16

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

not another one... oh yes it is... and please, respectfully, strap yourselves in cos it's gonna be a ROUGH RIDE. and not in the way you're thinking, sorry, but get your minds out the gutters. gosh.

in other news, i hope you're all doing okay. part 17 won't be for a while as i'm back to work tomorrow and i'm going to be tired because i stupidly ruined my sleeping schedule the past few days. massive L.

i hope you've all had a brilliant day, and thank you so much for all the love and kind, sweet comments you left on part 15, it really made my day when i read through them this morning :') i'll reply to them all when i have some extra time this week!! <3 remember to take care of yourselves, please. and enjoy this. <3

warnings: swearing, slight altercation?, angst

A pair of cold hands grasped your scarlet cheeks, forcing you to look up and into their eyes in a desperate manner. "Bloody hell, Y/N," Remus whispered, his face twisting into an anxious mix of worry and concern. Gradually, you let your tearful eyes slink up meet his own, and another sob fell from your quivering lips. "I should have stayed, I'm so sorry." He sighed. You watched as his brows slipped together; hazel eyes flicking between yours as he brushed his thumbs gently against the apples of your cheeks.

"It's not your fault, Remus, please-" You shook your head viciously and squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall forwards. 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Remus asked, his voice soft as a feather, cautious not to startle you.

"Yes- no, I... my shoulder, it hurts," You whined and winced as you lifted your head up to lean back against the cabinets of your kitchenette behind you. Another intense, piercing pain shot through your shoulder. "Fuck!" You hissed. Remus cast a furious glance in the direction of Ben's unconscious body.

"We're going to have to take you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N," the professor sighed quietly, "I'm afraid Dumbledore will need to hear of this... matter." Instantly, your eyes darted to Remus and you sucked in a breath.

"No, I'm fine, honestly- please," you shook your head, "there's no point, I won't be here after he wakes up anyway." A defeated sigh left your lips as you let your eyes slide to where Ben laid, the burning words that he'd spat at you like vicious venom replayed in your head on repeat.

"What do you mean?" Remus frowned at you.

"He found out about Severus." A dry, pathetic laugh slipped from you. "He figured it out."

"What-" Though, before Remus could even finish his question, you interrupted him.

"He went through my drawers in my greenhouse."

"I'm not following." The professor offered you an apologetic, yet perplexed look.

You inhaled a deep, slow breath through your nose. "Severus had been leaving me notes everytime he'd taken something from my cabinets, be it asphodel roots or dittany.. so, in my pathetic way, I... kept them." You muttered, reluctantly glancing up at Remus, watching his eyes soften. You looked away, unable to stomach how he looked at you with pity. "In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have, but I was blinded by my feelings for him, and so... then when I had first started seeing Ben, he had also left me notes. But, of course, I didn't really care for him the same way I did Severus, so I shoved them at the bottom of my drawers, beneath..." You trailed off, unable to finish your thoughts. You felt so silly, pathetic.

"I see." Remus said softly, noting how you were struggling. His gentle voice silently soothed your racing mind.

You took a few seconds to speak your next words, still unable to understand the gravity of the situation you'd put yourself in. In fact, it felt like you didn't even want to acknowledge it. "Ben threatened to have me fired, and then blacklisted for every job in this area. So, Remus, I'm screwed, to say the least."

The professor paused for a moment, pondering on his thoughts. You were praying he'd speak soon before you went insane from the way your mind was beginning to chaotically brew up storms of worst case scenarios.

"Not quite," Remus's lips quirked up into a small, comforting smile. You could only frown at him in utter confusion. "It's not the most... erm, ...humane way of solving such a problem, however it is the only way." Your eyes widened at his choice of words.

"Remus, you're scaring me, what on Earth are you suggesting?" You whispered, eyebrows furrowing together in what could only be described as fear.

"We're going to need the help of another wizard, I'm afraid." He replied and stood up, groaning a tad. "Ever heard of the spell, Obliviate?"

The damp stench of the dungeons of Hogwarts was wildly familiar and a little emotionally testing for you as you stumbled down the corridors with Remus; his hand placed caringly upon your back. The amber glow of the lit torches illuminated the darkened path, and the quiet squelch of the wet, mossy floor echoed throughout the empty corridors as the two of you padded towards Snape's classroom.

"I'm sorry to have to put you through this." Remus mumbled from beside you, and you felt his fingers press into the back of you. "But Severus is the only wizard I know that's meddled with minds here at Hogwarts."

"It's alright." You swallowed awkwardly as the anxious and speedy beats of your heart began to pound in your ears once more. "He never liked Ben, so I'm sure he'll take great pride in performing such a spell on him." You joked dryly, earning a curt laugh from the professor beside you. A little smile formed on your lips at the sound of it.

"Even in dark times, your brilliant humour shines through." Remus hummed, offering a warm smile as he glanced down at you.

There was a moment of silence as you let yourself wander through the labyrinth of your mind.

"Do you think it will work?"

"Absolutely," Remus answered quickly, "though Severus and I have never truly seen eye to eye, I still acknowledge the fact that he's an incredibly accomplished wizard." He said, shrugging. "I haven't met many other wizards in my time that have come close to his abilities."

You let his words simmer in your brain for a moment, and suddenly you felt a little more at ease. Not that you doubted Severus, but from what Lupin had explained about the Obliviate spell, you were slightly worried. Would Ben remember something and come back with a vengeance? No, there was no way... right? He's not that... petty.

Before you could even finish your train of thought, three loud knocks from Remus's knuckles broke you from your daydream.

Almost immediately you wanted to run away from the door in front of you. But from the way Remus's hand was glued to your back stopped you from doing so.

The door to Severus's classroom creaked open, and all of the blood from your body felt as if it had drained away the moment the two of you locked eyes.

"Severus," Remus greeted quietly.

"Y/N." Severus muttered, his tone confused as his eyes snapped to Lupin beside you, and then down to his arm around your back. A short, sharp exhale of breath left his nostrils, and you knew that he wasn't too pleased about what he was seeing. "Lupin..." He drawled as he flicked his eyes back to yours, then to Remus's own. "What brings you here?" His voice was agitated, nothing new. You let your eyes fall away from the Potions Master, unable to look at him without having some sort of whirlwind of emotions stir up inside of you.

"May we come in? It's a matter of urgency." The professor beside you spoke with a serious tone that forced a curious frown to appear on Severus's pale face. Without saying anything, Severus moved aside in one swift motion and allowed his door to creak further open, silently inviting you and Remus inside.

Had it been just Lupin here, you knew he wouldn't have been so trusting.

Glancing up, you caught Severus's eye again, and that wave of gut-wrenching yearning had returned to your heart. As you looked away, you didn't see the way his eyes softened at you, wordlessly wishing he could return to the way the two of you had been.

Lupin guided you inside with his arm, earning another harsh glare from Snape as he passed by him. "Take a seat, Y/N." The shaggy professor mumbled, pulling out a stool for you to perch on. You obliged, of course.

"What do you so desperately need from me?" Snape drawled, sweeping his way towards you and Lupin; his biting glare quite obviously screaming at you to hurry up and talk. Wasn't it so kind of him to treat you like you were some sort of irritating insect, and not someone he cared about, albeit a little?

You clenched your jaw, swallowing as you opened your mouth to speak, but Lupin beat you to it. "Bluewater threatened to have her fired and blacklisted from every job in the area." Severus's black brows immediately shot together in confusion, then quickly softened, quite obviously realising why he'd demand such a thing. "If she is to keep her job and reputation, we need you to perform the memory erasing spell on him."

Of course, Severus would do anything for you, at this point, he'd kill for you. So killing the memories of a man he truly loathed was an easy ask.

"Done." The Potions Master cast a concerned glance at you, before looking back to Lupin. "Truth be told, it'd be my pleasure." Again, Severus looked back at you with his worrisome black eyes, staring, swiftly scattering themselves over your form; quietly trying to figure out whether you were hurt or not. 

You noticed his quiet inspection. "I'm fine." You mumbled, sighing softly as you avoided his eyes once more, shuffling in your seat - but as you moved, your face twitched into a wince as your injured shoulder betrayed you.

"Yes, clearly you are." Severus muttered sarcastically as he padded towards you, reluctantly lifting a hand toward your arm. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you blinked at him, your jaw ticking with either anxiety or anger - you couldn't figure out which. "May I?" He whispered.

You gave a nod and turned your torso towards him, allowing him to inspect your injury. The second his fingers touched your skin, it ignited like a wildfire. You inhaled sharply, your body freezing at the way he trailed them down to your shoulder.

"I'll be outside." Remus muttered, noticing that perhaps the two of you need to be alone. He shuffled his way towards the door, and slipped out of it, the quiet thud and click of the handle signifying he'd left.

"Did he do this to you?" Severus muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his thumb over the colourful blotch that was beginning to appear upon the skin he used to worship. He hissed at the sight of your bruised skin, it was like someone had ruined a beautiful painting and thrown some sort of hideous concoction onto it.

He should have known better than to abandon you like that. Bluewater had always been a wildcard. He should have stayed by your side, he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like he always did. Maybe then you wouldn't have this... abomination painting your flesh black and blue. Severus would never forgive himself for falling into the foolish trap of his insecurities. He'd never forgive himself for ever listening to the deranged demons that resided within his mind, silently calling him into the darkness; their devilish, silver tongues persuading him to fade into the lonely void.

You and Severus sat in silence for a moment, and your eyes had been glued to the ground ever since the Potions Master laid his hands on you. If you looked into his eyes whilst he was so close to you, you weren't exactly sure if you could stop yourself from doing something utterly stupid.

"Where is he?" Severus suddenly mumbled, a burning hot fire of rage and vengeance was quickly spreading throughout his body.

"My chambers, but-"

"Stay here." Severus immediately began to storm towards the door of his classroom, his long black cape billowing behind him with a vengeance that matched its wearer.

"Severus, don't hurt him!" You cried out, leaning forwards to try and grab his arm. You gasped as your injured shoulder unleashed an unbearable pain across your back, making you squeeze your eyes shut in agony.

"Don't hurt him? Look at what he's done to you!" Severus whipped around, furious. "You can barely move your shoulder without wincing like a wounded deer!" He stormed back towards you, and for the first time in a while, the irate look in his eyes truly frightened you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the ground. Though, he was not angry at you, his anger was only focused on one man.

"I don't care! Think about what could happen to you if the Ministry found out you harmed one of their own!" You exclaimed, praying that Severus would see through his blinding anger and choose to not do something foolish to Ben, despite how fierce his wrath was.

Severus paused for a moment as if to contemplate your words - though his consideration of your opinion was cut short as he whipped around once more; that vicious fire exploding inside of him like a deadly inferno. He was truly devoted to the thought of inflicting more harm than necessary to Bluewater.

At this point, you couldn't stop him. There was no way you could follow him with your injury. You watched on helplessly as he sweeped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. There was only one other person that could help you.

"Remus!" You yelled, cursing your weakened shoulder as you stood, breathing sharply in a dire attempt to lessen the pain that was slowly burning its way through your torso. "Remus!" You yelled once more, and immediately the door swung open, his familiar face adorned with an utterly worried look.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to you.

"It's Severus, he's gone to find Ben, you need to stop him, please," You panted, desperately grabbing onto the the material of his suit jacket that sat on his bicep. "I don't want him to do something he'll regret."

"Merlin," Remus muttered and nodded, turning swiftly to rush after the Potions Master. "Will you be alright?" He stopped to ask, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, now, please just go!" You sighed heavily and leaned against a table beside you, hissing as your shoulder was now screaming at you in horrific pain. You were truly starting to worry now, had you fractured it- or broken it? Ben had shoved you quite harshly...

Your eyes darted around Severus's classroom, lingering on the potion ingredients that lined the wall. The only thing you could do was wait.

Or potentially brew a potion to help your agonising pain...

Severus's thunderous footsteps echoed hauntingly throughout the castle corridors as he stormed his way to your chambers; his fingers twitching at his sides, eagerly awaiting the chance to lay his hands upon Bluewater, the way he did to you.

That rotten bastard, Severus thought, he could kill him without a second thought right now. In fact, in the very back of the Potion Master's mind, he was truly considering it. The only thing Severus wanted to hear right now was Bluewater's bloodcurdling screams as he made him suffer through either physical or mental hell. All he had to do was lock the door, cast muffliato, and go to town. That was all too tempting for Snape. It was too easy. And that's what scared him.

As he neared your chambers, a stream of warm light began to pour out from underneath the door, and Severus deduced that Ben had awoken from Remus's spell. He quickly softened his footsteps and snuck towards your door, donning his wand in his hand. There was two ways he could go about this - he could barge in and surprise the bastard, or he could do it quietly. Perhaps the latter would be a little less idiotic.

Severus pushed your door open gradually with his hand, cautiously moving forwards as he pointed his wand into your chambers. A pained groan came from the floor, and the professor cast his eyes downwards and was met with an embarrassing mess shuffling around on it. Just the back of his head sent Severus into an blinding furious spiral, and he stormed towards him, grabbing the back of his top to hoist him upwards onto his feet. 

"Get th'fuck offa' me!" Bluewater drawled, still groggy from Remus's spell as he pathetically tried to fight the Potion Master's hand that had a hold of his flimsy shirt. Relentlessly, Snape dragged him through the room, the scratching sound of Bluewater's shoes scraping across the wooden floor and Snape's pounding footsteps filled the silence. He yanked the boy upwards and dropped him on his arse, watching in delight as a pained look flashed across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Bluewater," Snape snarled, poking the tip of his wand into his neck, earning a glare from the boy.

"You." Bluewater spat, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "You sonuva' bitch! You slimy fuckin' bastard, how dare you-"

"How dare I? How dare you lay a finger on her!" Snape bellowed at Bluewater, his teeth bared in a ferociously fearsome scowl.

"I never touched her." Bluewater's lips quirked into a vile smirk, and this only fuelled Snape's burning hatred for the boy. Without a second thought, he kicked the side of Bluewater, sending him tumbling onto his side, screeching in pain.

"Don't lie to me, Bluewater!" Snape growled as he fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his towering height, the tips of his toes barely grazing the floor. 

"You miserable git," The boy hissed through gritted teeth as he had one hand glued to his throbbing side. "She'll never work again, Snape. All because of you."

"Don't push me, you foolish boy." Snape huffed, his chest heaving uncontrollably as his anger got the best of him.

"In fact, neither will you." Bluewater added, his tone cocky and ignorant. Snape couldn't control himself any longer, and so he threw the boy to the ground again rather harshly, forcing a cry of pain from him. He felt nothing. Nothing but hot rage.

"Severus!" Remus suddenly called out from behind him, panting. "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand fell to the ground.

Remus felt his blood run cold as Snape turned to look at him with a face like a maddened bull. "Just... calm down, Severus, take a moment," The professor said softly, holding out a hand to try and defuse the situation. As he stared at the furious Potions Master, he was sure he could see red-hot steam pouring out of his ears. "You don't want to do this, Severus. Believe me." Snape's shoulders rose and fell rigidly as he looked on in disbelief at Lupin. "Y/N wouldn't want this."

Your name rolled off of Lupin's tongue like a bullet into Severus's chest.

"You must've drugged her," Bluewater spoke again, his voice making Snape's eye twitch, "there's no way in hell that she'd choose to be with you. She hates you. The amount of shit we used to talk about you, Merlin..." The boy knew he was getting underneath Snape's skin.

"Severus," Remus tried again helplessly. "Don't react."

"Silence!" Snape practically snarled at Bluewater as the seething blaze inside of him ignited once more.

"You don't deserve her, and you never will. You really think she'd fall for some ugly, pathetic and old git like you? Perhaps all that time in the potion classroom made you delusional." Bluewater spat, shuffling forwards on the ground. "You should ask her about what happened earlier, between us, I bet you'd-"

"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, aiming his wand at Bluewater, watching as his body fell limp once more.

Snape stared at Ben's unconscious body, his mind suddenly becoming a warzone after his last words before Remus had knocked him out. What happened earlier between you and Ben? Were his thoughts true? Was Bluewater right? Did you hate him?

"Severus,"

"What?!" Snape hissed, turning to face Lupin with a hideous look upon his face. Lupin offered an apologetic cock of his head, before nodding at Bluewater.

"The memories..." Remus muttered. Snape clenched his jaw at the words.

Memories. Right.

The Potions Master slowly padded over to Bluewater, pointing his wand at his temple. He paused for a moment, contemplating his next move.

"Legilimens." Snape whispered, shutting his eyes as he delved into Bluewater's memories. Snippets of him as a child, happy and screaming with laughter flashed before Snape's eyes, and so he continued deeper, watching the moment he met you in the pub, and when you spent the first night together. The professor hissed at the sight as a pang of hurt and jealousy struck him in his chest. He pushed through, skimming through more and more memories, finally finding the one thing he was looking for. It was you and Ben, sharing a glass of wine in your bedroom earlier on.

He'd stood up and stumbled towards you, clearly drunk. "I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing it with his thumb.

"Yeah." You'd replied. Severus felt his heart drop at this point.

Slowly, Ben crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Severus felt his skin suddenly ignite with jealousy. "Ben.." You warned, sighing.

"Whaat?" Ben had whispered back, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. He began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.

Severus watched on in horror as you shut your eyes. Ben's fingers lingered along the backs of your soft thighs, pulling a breathy sigh from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing into your flesh.

Immediately, Severus pulled out of Ben's mind. He couldn't watch anymore. He was right. Merlin, he was right. For a moment, he inhaled sharply, quickly regaining his composure. "Obliviate." He muttered swiftly, filtering through Ben's memories and erasing every single one that contained you or Severus.

"A job well done." Remus said awkwardly as he watched Severus sheath his wand. He frowned as he stared at the back of the raven-haired wizard, silently pondering why he hadn't moved. He stood there for another good few seconds, staring wordlessly at Ben's unconscious body. Then suddenly, he spun on his heel, storming past Remus and shouldering him rather harshly. He couldn't bear to look at anyone that reminded him of you, and unfortunately for Remus, he fell under that now.

He berated himself for even letting himself get so close to you. How could he have done this to himself? Of course you didn't just want him. He was just some sort of... twisted fantasy to you. And yet, he was still willing to help you get out of this mess. That's the undeniable power of love, he supposed.

Once you were free, he'd let you go.

As Severus walked away, he could hear Remus calling his name, but he turned a blind eye and focused on marching back to his domain, the one place he felt at home, even though it used to be your arms.

You coughed and sputtered as the smoke from the cauldron in front of you began to get a little too thick, lining your lungs with what felt like some sort of tar. Perhaps you added a little too much puffer-fish. It did smell a little... oceany. A defeated groan left your lips as you let your head hit the table - after all these years you still royally fucked up potions. Severus wasn't going to be too happy that you'd burned another one of his precious cauldrons.

Suddenly, the slam of a door caught you offguard and you jumped at the loud noise, whipping around to see a rather distraught-looking Snape. That was not what you were hoping for.

"Severus? Everything okay?..." You swallowed, watching as he slowly stalked towards you, completely ignoring the burning smell of the cauldron in front of you. He didn't answer you. "Did you manage to erase them? The memories?" You tried again.

"Yes." Was all he said, his eyes burning into yours with what felt like sorrow.

"What happened?"

"Why did you lie to me?" He suddenly asked, catching you offguard.

"What?"

"You were going to stay with him." He stated matter of factly, his voice quivering a tad as he tried to hide the indescribable hurt that was undoubtedly going to eat him alive.

"That's not true, Severus." You shook your head, your brows knitting together in a wild mix of confusion and hurt. His jaw clenched at your words.

"Do not lie to me!" Severus bellowed, sweeping away from you. You flinched at the volume of his voice.

"I'm not!" You cried out, attempting to follow him as he made his way to his desk. "Severus!" You cried again, making him whip around to face you, his eyes overflowing with hurt and misdirected anger.

"I do not have time for liars, Y/N."

"Severus, just please, explain what happened!"

"What happened between you and Bluewater earlier?" He inhaled with the same sharpness that pierced his chest as he spoke those nightmarish words. 

Gods, how did he know about that? Ben must have said something to get back at him. You cursed the little bastard, but at the same time, this was also your doing. You gave into the selfish pleasure.

"He just kissed my neck, that was it, I promise." You said slowly, praying he'd believe you. Severus stared down at you, unwavering, his eyes glossing over. Your heart broke at the sight.

Perhaps you deserved this.

Severus paused for a moment, letting his black eyes study your petrified face. Clearly, you were terrified of losing him. He could see it in your eyes. That broke him. But it did not break him as much as the hellish thing he saw in Bluewater's mind. "I can't trust you."

This was your karma.

It suddenly felt as if the floor had given way beneath your feet. Your knees went weak, and all trace of feeling in your body went numb like you'd been paralysed. "No, Severus- please, you have to believe me-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Severus turned away from you as he felt a wave of unruly sadness and betrayal wash over him - something he hadn't felt in years. You desperately grasped onto his arm, the rough, black material beneath your fingers felt so uncomfortably familiar - and now it was going to be something you could only remember. "Let me go, please." The crack in Severus's voice made you release your grip.

This was it. He was really ending things between you two, for real.

"No," You sobbed. The pain from your shoulder injury felt like a pinprick compared to what you were feeling now. "Sev, please." Your cries broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay - but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.

You watched as his head raised upwards, his back still towards you. "Leave me, now, Y/N." Severus muttered and a trace of venom lingered in his words.

Without another word you left, making a straight beeline for Remus Lupin, wherever he was.

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[tonyspank]

WH0 R U???

Warnings: Professor!Reader, Tara eye-fucking you, and that’s all I believe.

Summary: Tara’s attractive Professor comes to the rescue.

A/N: I’ll be doing a part 2 soon w smut 🥲

part 2

Several years of school, scholarly work, and teaching experience led you here.

To Blackmore University. You were younger than the average professor, but your dedication and passion for education set you apart.

You were professional and not one to be pushed around. That much was clear when you set foot inside your literature classroom for the first time.

English was always your favorite subject, and you excelled in it throughout your academic journey. So, why wouldn't you pursue a career in teaching English at the university level?

However, for the next few months, you won't be teaching literature. Instead, you'll be filling in for your co-worker Laura, who's away on FML, taking on the role of teaching film study.

While you may not have much experience teaching film, Laura was desperate for someone to cover her classes, and you were willing to help out. She's been nothing but sweet to you. Plus, how hard could it be? You've watched movies before.

When you walked into the classroom on your first day, late in the afternoon, you were greeted by a bunch of drama kids who were honestly confused; you could see it in their faces.

They were expecting Laura, their experienced film study teacher, but instead they got you, someone with little to no teaching experience in film.

"Professor Y/LN?" Jason Carvey, a student from your previous class, asked with a puzzled expression.

"What happened to Laura? We were really looking forward to her class."

You took a deep breath, placing your belongings on the desk at the front of the classroom.

"Unfortunately, Laura had an unexpected personal matter to attend to and won't be able to teach this semester. But don't worry, I may not have much teaching experience in film, but I'll try my best."

You reassured the students, hoping to alleviate their disappointment. "Professor Crane provided me with some materials and resources to help guide us through the semester. Additionally, I've been doing my own research to ensure that we have a fulfilling learning experience in this class."

You give the class a tight-lipped smile before opening your briefcase.

"Well, shall we get started?"

Tara didn't know exactly what it was about you that made her eyes widen and her heart begin racing. Sure, anyone could see you were attractive, young, and obviously confident, but there was something more captivating about your presence.

Was it your voice? Was it how you commanded the room with your words? Or perhaps it was the way you'd lean back against the desk, crossing your built arms as your eyes scanned the room, exuding an air of authority.

Tara found herself drawn to you like a magnet, unable to tear her gaze away. She was intrigued by the air of mystery that surrounded you, wondering what secrets lay behind your confident façade.

As class went on, Tara's dark brown eyes scanned over you like a predator assessing its prey. From your perfectly styled hair to your amazingly kept eyebrows, your enchanting y/e/c eyes, to your sultry lips—don't get her started on your sculpted jawline.

You were a sight to take in, captivating and commanding attention without even trying. You presented yourself with an effortless grace that made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Your white button-up shirt was crisp and tailored, hugging your form in all the right places, and your black slacks were perfectly pressed, accentuating the length and strength of your legs.

Tara's stare flew back up, staring at the bulge in your pants, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire—

"—Tara, is it? What do you think?" Tara quickly snapped out of her momentary distraction, her cheeks still flushed.

She cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure before responding, "Oh, I'm sorry. Could you please repeat the question?"

You smile, showcasing your charming dimples and perfect smile. While Tara was in her trance, you found yourself relaxing into the class's discussion, feeling like you no longer needed to put on your strict professor persona.

You leaned back, crossing your legs. "How do you think directors like Quentin Tarantino push the boundaries of traditional storytelling in their films? Do you believe their unique approaches have a lasting impact on the film industry?"

Tara nods, playing with the pencil that sits in front of her. "Yeah, I think directors like Tarantino definitely push the boundaries of traditional storytelling, especially with their unique approaches that challenge the audience's expectations and keep them engaged. Like Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction, for example, and how he used non-linear narrative structure and unconventional use of violence to create a distinct cinematic experience that stands out from the mainstream. Peak cinema at its finest."

You raise an eyebrow, impressed. "You surely know your film." The freckled-faced girl giggles in response, dropping her gaze to her hands.

At the end of the lecture, Tara approaches you with a small smile on her face. You look up from your notes, which Laura had given you, and it also confuses the fuck out of you. With a quirked eyebrow, you meet Tara's gaze, your face softening.

"Oh, Tara. Need something?" Tara hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd accept my late work. Professor Crane gave me extra time to complete it, but I still couldn't finish on time. I understand if you can't, but I thought it was worth asking."

You bite on your lower lip, not noticing how quickly Tara's eyes drop to the action. "Uh, sure." You rip out a piece of paper from your notebook and write down a quick note.

"Here's my number. I lost the login to my email, so this will have to do. Send me your late work, and I'll make sure it gets to Professor Crane. Just make sure to include your name and the assignment details in the text so there's no confusion. I'll do my best to help you out."

Tara's eyes light up with relief as she thanks you profusely. "I really appreciate it, thank you so much." You nod, giving her a tight-lipped smile before focusing back on your notes.

A few days later, you're home alone, eating a bowl of ice cream while you watch the movie Stab. Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a new message. Your eyes fight to tear away from the screen, and you reluctantly pick up your phone to check the message.

+1 (347) 871-1921: wh0 r u???

You squint at the unfamiliar number, puzzled by the message. After a moment of hesitation, you reply.

You: I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number. Who are you trying to reach?

+1 (347) 871-1921: profdsser y/ln

You furrow your brow, trying to decipher the cryptic message. It doesn't make any sense to you. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to respond one more time. You: I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Can you please clarify?

+1 (347) 871-1921: rolling eyes emoji

+1 (347) 871-1921: three ht poreffesor whofilling for ms crane?

Was this Tara? You put down your bowl of ice cream; this had to be Tara. And she had to be drunk. You take a deep breath before responding again.

You: Tara, is that you? Are you okay? It seems like you're drunk.

+1 (347) 871-1921: ummmmmmmmm

+1 (347) 871-1921: busted

You: Tara, I'm really concerned about you. Is everything alright? Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

Tara: iamat the frt house

Tara: canyoucum pik me up, pleas?

You twist your lips, concerned about Tara's well-being and the fact that she is asking for a ride. Surely she had friends with her. You didn't want to leave her stranded, but you also didn't want to be the professor driving their students home from a wild party. However, you take a moment to gather yourself before responding.

You: Of course, Tara. I'll be there to pick you up. Just send me the address, and I'll be on my way.

Tara has started sharing their location with you.

You see the location pop up on your phone, quickly checking the estimated time of arrival, and mentally prepare yourself to pick up your drunk student.

[gurugirl]

Bad Morning

professor!harry x professor!y/n

A/N: Started writing this a few days ago and then I got a request just now that just went so well with what I was already writing and this pic is giving these vibes so... here is the result. + a little background if you're interested.

Summary: You run late to an important meeting with your colleagues and Professor Styles decides to punish you.

Word Count: 3650

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, spanking with a paddle, slight degradation, punishment, barely proofread

It really had been just a shitty morning all around. Your alarm went off on time but in your half haze of sleep, you shut it off instead of snoozing it and so when you finally did bolt out of your bed to get ready you knew you’d be late for your meeting.

You didn’t even have time to button up your shirt properly. Running to your car carrying your bags in one arm with your mug of coffee in your free hand sloshing all over the ground and a toothbrush stuck in your mouth you knew you looked like a maniac.

Speeding down the street to get to the university (you were lucky it was only a 15-minute drive) you found a hair elastic to pull your strands into a bun the moment you parked. You’d barely touched your coffee, well, most of it was on your skirt, and your toothbrush fell into the floorboard below your feet when you opened your mouth to curse at the slow driver in front of you.

Parking in the closest spot you could find you quickly smoothed your hair down and tied it back with the elastic, thankful that you’d even found one, and grabbed your bags before running at full speed to enter the building and run through the hallways toward the science labs where Mr. Styles and the rest of the science and tech professors were likely waiting for you.

Today was a big day. You would be settling on a plan for the range of your experiments and choosing which students to bring along the following week to the energy conversion laboratory in Colorado.

 “Ms. Y/L/N. How nice of you to finally join us.”

You rolled your eyes as you quickly sat down on the floor, dropping your bags down before you crossed your legs and raised your brows at your devastatingly handsome colleague, “Sorry. Bad morning.” Was all you could say as you dug your notebook out. You hated how attractive he was. That you noticed how well-built he was and how he carried himself like he owned everything around him. And as much as you hated it (mostly because he was such a dick) you often imagined him taking you into his office out of nowhere. Spanking you and spitting dirty words into your ears. You even imagined him slapping you with those ringed fingers and fucking you with what you were sure was a nice big cock.

Professor Harry Styles was quite intimidating, though. You and all the staff thought so. He wasn’t unreasonable but he was very strict. Your teaching and working style was totally opposite of his but since you were both in the same department, your paths crossed often. Daily. Which meant you had plenty of fodder for yourself late at night when you were alone.

You shook your head at your dirty thoughts.

You and the other science and tech professors were in the process of planning a huge trip to a specialty lab your university didn’t have. It would be a costly trip and the school was footing most of the bill after raising close to a quarter of a million dollars for the “excursion”.

Everyone spoke in turn with their ideas and shared which of their students they’d like to bring. Each professor would choose two students (of those who volunteered to take part in the trip and experiment).

You’d selected your two and then offered an idea about coordinating schedules for the experiments and taking turns. You opened your notebook and explained your thoughts based on the notes you’d taken, “So, then on the third day, the third group can follow the timeline we set in place for group number 1–“ you continued to rattle off timelines, and looked up at Harry who did not appear impressed by you at all. In fact, his glare had you forgetting for a moment where you were going with what you were saying and you paused briefly before finally finishing your thought.

The entire meeting went like that. Glares from the head science professor aimed at you, making you feel tiny and unwelcome. You were a new professor but you’d earned your spot and you weren’t going to let him intimidate you (except for in your fantasies). You’d apologized for being tardy and while it was unfortunate that you’d showed up nearly thirty minutes late to a very important scheduled meeting, what was done was done. You couldn’t go back in time and have a redo. Though, you wished you could.

Everyone stood up when Harry clapped his big hands together and indicated that the meeting was over. You had no classes that day, as it was Saturday (another reason you’d slept through your alarm because you’d been out the night before).

You stuffed your notebooks into your bags and stood up, pushing your glasses back up to the bridge of your nose after they’d slipped the tiniest bit. You also hadn’t had time to put your contacts in. Obviously.

And just as you were about to make a beeline for the door and get out of there before anyone could talk to you, you were stopped in your tracks when you heard the low baritone of Harry calmly speaking your name.

You turned to look behind you at the tall man and realized he was dressed quite casually in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt that said I love you, the love being a red heart balloon. It was cute. And it almost made him less intimidating. Almost.

“Yes, Harry.” You addressed him by his first name the way he had just addressed you by yours as you turned to face him. He was already taking long-legged strides toward you, his face set in a serious expression, just as it had been for the duration of the meeting.

You stood in your spot as three teachers left the room and Harry stood over you, “Come to my office.”

That was all he said. And it wasn’t a question, but rather a command, which honestly you were used to with him by that point.

Harry had been at the university for quite some time. His office was one of the nicer and bigger ones. You’d seen it before in passing but had never stepped in until that day.

“You were late today,” Harry spoke as he closed his door behind him and then made his way across his office toward you. He sat at the edge of his desk and crossed his ankles together.

“Yeah, I know.” You scoffed. What was he playing at?

“Care to explain to me why you were so late to such an important group meeting?”

You blinked your eyes and began to sit in one of the chairs he had in front of his desk but he stood quickly and grasped your elbow, “I didn’t say you could sit.”

You looked down to where he was touching your arm and back to his face, “What are you doing?”

Harry pulled you to stand facing his desk and brought your arm down so your palm was flat on his desk, “Teaching you a lesson. If you want to survive being a professor at this university you need to learn discipline and respect.”

You turned to watch him as he stood behind you. You honestly were so confused by what was happening but when you looked at his eyes and noticed that he was dragging his gaze down your backside you stood up straight and removed your palm from the desk, “Mr. Styles! You are out of line. I was late, yes, but–“

He stepped in toward you, pressing his chest to your back, grasping your wrists, and making you place your palms back down onto the wood, “Do not move, Y/N. Not until I tell you to.”

He moved away from you and circled his desk to face you, opening a drawer with a key as he spoke, “We both know you have an attitude that needs fixing.”

You were suddenly feeling hot and embarrassed as your breaths deepened. Everything that was happening was straight out of your fantasy. It was as if you were writing this whole scene out from start to finish. You wondered where this was going. You were curious what he would do next.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open as you watched him lay a paddle across his desk in front of you.

“Couldn’t even dress yourself properly. Look at you,” he gestured to your haphazard buttoning job and you realized your bra was exposed as you looked down over yourself. You laughed and looked back up at him but his face was not amused.

“I was in a hurry. I’m sorry if this offends–“

“Please stop talking.” He lifted the paddle up and rounded his desk to stand behind you.

The sudden awareness of what was going on had your skin pimpling with goosebumps. You were wearing a knee-length skirt and realized that all he had to do was lift it to expose your bottom to him. Your white panties covered your bum but it wouldn’t be hard for him to paddle you right through the thin material.

As your thoughts grew lewder about what was coming and what Mr. Styles would do you squished your thighs together and adjusted your palms as you turned to look over your shoulder at the professor.

“I’m going to give you 30 paddles to your bottom. One for every minute you were late. How does that sound for a punishment?”

You inhaled deeply and looked down at the leather-wrapped paddle and back to his eyes. It was wild that he’d even suggest it all. And so casually too? But of course, you understood that he was asking permission. Perhaps this was the beginning of some sort of thing you and he would have in secret.

You nodded slowly, “Yes, professor. I think that’s fair.” You gulped down your saliva. You had never been spanked with a paddle before so you hoped saying yes was the right choice.

Harry grunted as he let his eyes drop to your ass and when you felt him pull at your skirt and lift it up ward you held your breath and closed your eyes, turning to face his desk again.

But the small little groan you heard from behind you had your eyes popping open. It sounded like the groan of a man who was turned on. Frustrated. You sure hoped that was the case.

“Can you keep quiet like a good girl?” His dark tone was pinched as you felt his warm hand brush over your ass before pushing the material of your skirt up to your waist.

“Yes, sir.”

The shuttered breath he let out as he groped your ass, palming at the material of your panties had your heart thumping hard under your ribs. He was enjoying this.

“Good.”

The suddenness of the first hit had you rocking forward quickly and yelping. You hadn’t been prepared for it. You’d been spanked with bare hands before. Not with a paddle.

“Shh… said you could be a good girl for me. One more outburst and I’ll stuff these panties into your mouth.”

You didn’t know why but that idea had you moaning softly and rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

The next strike you were prepared for. You gritted your teeth and panted as he brought it down again on the other side, “That’s three. From now on, I need you to count for me. Keep track so I don’t. have to.”

You breathed out heavily and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

4, 5, 6, 7… All within range of you being able to tolerate the pain and keep your little noises in.

But 8? For some reason 8 came down especially hard and stung like a mother fucker so you gasped and cried out loudly.

The paddle was suddenly placed on the desk next to your hand and you tilted your head to look at your colleague as he met your eyes. Blown-out pupils and puffy, bitten lips. He looked like sex. He’d always looked like sex but in that moment…

“Tell me what happens when you can’t keep quiet.” He leaned over you, one palm down on the desk, his other smoothing over the cotton of your panties softly.

You gulped hard and blinked the tiny bit of tears away that had formed in your eyes, “You said you’d stuff my panties into my mouth.”

“S’right. At least you know how to listen. Too bad you don’t know how to keep quiet.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry, sir.” You really didn’t want him to stop. It hurt but you loved the way it felt to have this man standing over you and spanking you. Watching you. Enjoying the view he had of you.

“So what should I do, then?”

You gasped when you felt his thumb push under the elastic of your panties and slip over your bottom, “Take my panties off and put them into my mouth. Like you said.”

Harry’s lips turned up into a sinister grin and you watched his tongue swipe over his bottom lip before he nodded and moved behind you, both hands now in the elastic of your cotton panties as he dragged them down your thighs.

You felt him pause his motions and once your ass was fully bare to him. You were sure with the way you were leaned over his desk that he could see your pussy too.

“Fuck…” his words were whispered into the room before he gently tugged your panties the rest of the way down your legs and you stepped, one foot at a time to have them removed completely.

When his hands found your bottom you felt him massage your cheeks and suck in a sharp breath, “You okay?”

It was the first time he sounded as if he were truly concerned about you. Perhaps he could see the marks he’d given you with the paddle. Or maybe it was just that you were so exposed to him in that moment.

“Yes, sir. I’m fine.” Your voice was a little shaky. You were on edge completely. You’d be thinking about this tonight for sure, and for many nights to come. But you still hadn’t determined if it was even really happening.

Harry leaned over you and you felt the cloth of his pants brush against your ass, “Mrs. Y/L/N, you are absolutely soaked. Did you know that? Had to be careful pulling your wet panties down your legs and now looking between your thighs I can see how much you are enjoying this. Not much of a punishment is it?”

His deep voice traveled down the shell of your ear and to your neck as you softly moaned and shook your head, “No. It’s not much of a punishment. I like it.”

You heard him chuckle before lifting your messy panties up to your face, “Open.”

You complied as he shoved the cotton into your mouth and then returned to his position behind you.

“Since you can’t count for me anymore I’m going to do it for you now.”

The 9th swat came down and the sting of the paddle against your bare bottom made you yelp out, though it was nice and muffled just as Harry had hoped.

The progression of each of his swats only made you drippier and pushed you further away from reality. And as he counted, the higher the numbers rose, you could hear the lust and pain in his voice. He was putting himself on edge by just watching you squirm and get wetter and wetter between your thighs.

At number 21 you didn’t know what you were doing anymore. You needed to end your misery. Without much of a thought in your brain (you were hardly able to connect your thoughts together by that point) you removed one hand from the desk as you leaned forward further over the wood and spread your legs before you began rubbing your clit.

Harry stopped quickly and you heard the clunk of the paddle fall to the floor and then his hand was grasping your wrist, yanking it away from your pussy, “What the fuck are you doing?”

You felt fuzzy and so far beyond caring about anything but coming you moaned in muffled words as you tried to speak through your panties. You could barely open your eyes as you felt his hand on your chin to turn your face toward him.

“You are dirty, aren’t you? Naughty, dirty, disrespectful professor,” Harry pulled the panties from your mouth and you gasped softly, drool falling from your mouth over his hand that remained at your jaw.

“Is there no punishment that will set you right?”

His own face was flushed and his eyelids were heavy with lust.

You thought about his question but you had no answer for him. You couldn’t put your thoughts together to form a sentence even if you wanted to. You moaned and reached a hand for his forearm as you turned your body toward his, causing your skirt to fall and cover your bits.

Harry pulled you in close and pressed your bottom into his desk, spreading your legs and lifting your skirt back up to expose you to him. He kept his eyes on yours as he used his free hand to softly swipe at the damp skin just next to your pussy. You bucked your hips into his hand and he laughed, “And desperate too.”

The hand he had at your jaw smushed your cheeks together harshly, “And because I’ve been so good I think I deserve a treat. Don’t you?”

You moaned again and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

He grunted as he moved his hand from your face and began to unbuckle his pants. You looked down to where his cock was clearly engorged and pushing against the material of his pants, He got his zipper down and found his way back between your thighs, pushing you down flat to your back, “Can I have a treat?” He thumbed at your clit as he looked into your eyes and you nodded, “Yes. Please.”

“You sure? Because I have something very specific in mind. Want to know what it is?”

Nodding your head you reached for the collar of his t-shirt and pleaded with him, “I want to know. Please…” you hoped he’d fuck you. Hoped he’d rail you right on his desk just as you often imagined him doing.

He laughed darkly as he pulled his briefs down and his cock came in your view. He began stroking himself right over you, using his foreskin to pump his cock quickly and upward over his tip, repeatedly yanking and pulling as he looked from your pussy to your face, “This is my treat. Gonna fuck my fist and come all over your pussy.”

You watched in awe. His long cock and his fist jerking himself was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You groaned and bucked your hips upward, “Please, Harry…” you whined.

Harry had one palm flat on the desk as he kept himself angled over you, his cock above your pussy, so close but not close enough for your liking. You wanted him inside of you.

He laughed as he continued pulling at his shaft and he began to pant his next words, “Not gonna fuck you because that would be a nice treat for you too. And you’ve been naughty, Y/n. So you don’t get my cock.”

You scrunched your brows together with a pout and brought your own hand down to your clit and moaned. Harry gasped as he neared his end but slowed his pumping as he slapped your hand away from your pussy, “You don’t get to come. This is your punishment,” he grunted as he got back to fucking himself with his fist.

You watched in awe as he began to slightly tremble and his soft moans got more frequent.

And just as you heard him cough out one loud moan you knew he was coming before you even felt the first drop of come spurt over your pussy. You took the moment to swipe his come up and your arousal and lift your fingers to his mouth, shoving your digits past his lips as he poured his hot sperm all over your wet pussy and down your thighs.

You moaned as he wrapped his mouth around your fingers, his palm still milking his cock, draining everything he had all over your labia. You felt his come drip down past your entrance and to your bum as he licked and sucked your fingers.

You’d never seen anything more erotic in your life. You wanted to come too but to watch him come on your pussy as he sucked on your fingers was worth it.

When he’d finally emptied everything he had he let go of his dick and you pulled your fingers from his mouth with a smirk on your face.

He pulled his pants back up and looked at the mess he’d made, “Guess you’re gonna have to go home and clean that up aren’t you?”

You sat up and watched him as he lifted your panties up and handed them to you, “Was thinking I’d just run to the bathroom first–“ “No. I want my come smeared all over your pussy and those panties full of your spit and your arousal. Want to know you had to sit in traffic all dirty and desperate.”

You scoffed but began to pull the panties up your legs anyway.

When you stood up and turned to look at the professor he was tucking his laptop into his bag, his eyes already on you, “Maybe next time, if you’re good for me, I’ll let you come.”

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[your-nanas-house]

Really, the last time?

◇ Pairing: student!Tom Riddle X professor fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dubcon, somnophilia at first, adult x adult, kissing, blowjob, Tom Riddle

◇ Summary: Miss Y/l/n finds herself pleasuring her student for the third time.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Part 3 of The Beginning. Here the part 2

The cool night air continued to blow in through the open window of Miss Y/l/n's bedroom, the sky was cloudy and a drizzle was threatening to come in but the difference in temperature that the teacher felt on her skin was pleasant and calming— calming enough to put her into a deep but peaceful sleep.

Her smooth, feminine body laid on the soft mattress, a blanket lightly over her exposed thighs and in her arms while the rest was loosely covered by her lace nightgown and her noticable tiny underwear— which obviously matched her clothes.

It was probably part of a set. A set that Tom Riddle really liked, especially on his DADA professor.

Her chest continued to rise and fall, her breaths as calm as the atmosphere in that room— despite the intrusive presence of one of her students, who was standing in the darkness right next to the still magically lit fire of the stove.

His gaze was intense and dark, almost as calculating as his long, silent steps— Tom Riddle knew what to do and why he was there, he knew the inappropriateness of his actions but he didn't care at all.

The young adult craved his teacher's body, he had reached an almost physical need to receive her attention and feel her body against his.

Reason because he was there, standing over her limp body, his gaze studying everything she was unconsciously gifting him during that dark british night.

Tom stared for a few minutes before reacting, using his wand to slowly move Miss Y/l/n's sleeping body, removing the blanket with his pale long fingers as he slowly climbed onto the bed to get closer.

His breath got heavier when his hands started to stroke her smooth legs, starting from her ankles— he crawled between them slowly while his touch became more intense.

His fingertips slowly traced the length of her exposed legs as he brushed his nose against her warm skin, stopping a couple of seconds more against her inner thighs as soon as Miss Y/l/n moved slightly in her sleep.

After making sure that she wasn't waking up he continued his journey, pressing his nose against her clothed cunt to take a long sniff of her sex, earning a soft whine from her when his nose brushed against her clit— he wanted more, he really wanted to explore that part of her, feel that warm and wet feeling that his fellow Slytherins kept describing.

Not that night though, he was there for other reasons and he was going to fulfill his own needs before going back to his own room.

Tom moved further, opening slowly her nightgown, starting from the last button, exposing that way her lower tummy and slowly her round swollen breasts.

His gaze darkened as soon as he laid his eyes back on her tits, he studied their movements and how her nipples became hard in a couple of seconds because of the cold soft wind that hit them.

It was tempting and very arousing for the young man, he was already trying to keep his hips from grinding against her stomach— intrusive thoughts kept telling him to wrap his lips around one of them and suck at if like there wasn't a tomorrow.

So he did, he leaned down with his rosy lips slightly apart, stopping just when her right nipple was inside of them— he wrapped his lips around it, after licking them slowly and starts to suck almost like an infant. His hands went carefully to his pants and worked quickly on his buttons to free his painful hard cock, before using a spell to lubricate his left hand and started to tease himself without stopping to suck.

Miss Y/l/n kept letting out soft noises of pleasure, arching her back more into him before finally waking up, her hand in Tom's hair to press his face more against her right breast— her breath was quick and her face flushed, she should have pushed her own student away from her vulnerable body but she didn't.

She arched her back more, moaning his name softly, waiting till he moved to her other nipple as well to push him away from her chest; Tom didn't understand at first, he thought that she was trying to make him leave or just protest since his action where really unprofessional.

That didn't happened, Miss Y/l/n just bit her bottom lip as she pushed her breasts together, looking at him in an inviting way, letting him know that he could move closer so that she could adjust Tom's position and make his cock slip between her round boobs.

The sensation was new but still welcomed, Tom replaced her hands with his, holding and squeezing her chest together as he pleased while he moved his hips in a quick pace, fucking her breasts roughly— her tongue kept licking his tip every time she could reach it, tasting his precum, and her hands went in her lacy underwear to play with herself while her star student used her for his own pleasure.

It was messy and Tom's first time, his movements where sloppy but precise, his grip was tight and rough while his breath became heavier as the time passed.

His climax approached in a fast way when Miss Y/l/n placed her free hand at the base of his cock, lowering it just to play with his heavy, full balls— her mouth now wrapped around his tip, sucking it and accepting all his load as soon as the peak hit Tom like a train.

She came too, just by playing with her wet pussy and suck his cock dry, before letting go of him, allowing Tom to slowly lower his body breathless.

His body limp and exausted against hers, his forehead now resting on hers like his soft cock rested against her lower abdomen— their lips brushed against each other and he almost dive for a sloppy french kiss before disappearing in the dark and leave her alone in her room.

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Masterpiece

Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x subby!student!Wanda

Summary: Spending the weekend with her professor means Wanda will be worshipped

Word Count: 624

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, use of strap-on (R), photography during sex, ropes, tying up(W), Use of pet names, R is referred to as Daddy by W, some fluff sprinkled in there

Over the weekend Wanda found herself in your lovely home. All the photos that lined the walls of not just your own photos, but others including some from your parents collection that the rest of the world never saw.

Wanda was currently walking around in nothing, but your oversized shirt, panties, and thigh high stockings. 

You smiled at her, watching from your kitchen island as you worked away on your laptop never wanting to shut yourself away in your office while she was here.

“I'll never get tired of looking at all the photographs you have Y/N.” Wanda spoke, voice almost echoing off the walls in the quiet space.

“Come here baby.” You pushed your glasses to the top of your head as she walked over and you pulled her into your lap. “I'd love to add a few more to my walls of you pretty girl.” You smirked as her face grew hot and she tried to hide from you. “No, no, show me that pretty face that I fell for.” She stops hiding, 

“I'm not that pretty Y/N…I'm a photographer not a model…”

“You are the most beautiful model I've ever had the pleasure to work with.” You smiled, rubbing her thighs. “I want to tie you up with my prettiest ropes, use my cutest gag, and stuff you full with my strap as I take pictures of your beautiful body.” you tell her.

“D-Daddy…” she grinds against you even if her words deny you, her body tells you all you need to know.

“Okay that's it, break time from school work,” You pick her up, bringing her to your bedroom. “I'm going to fuck you until you can't think properly and take the most beautiful photos of that blissed out face that you make only for me.” You tell her as you set her down, going over to your toy closet, pulling out some of your favorites along with your Mamiya Leaf Credo camera. 

As you fucked her all tied up and full of one of your biggest straps you take your pictures. “So beautiful. My beautiful slut. You love when I take photo's of you like this, don't you?” You ask, watching her face the whole time.

“Yes Daddy! Yes! Please don't stop!” She begs.

“I'm not stopping anytime soon. Not until I'm satisfied with my photo's and then I'll let you cum so I can take photos of that beautiful face that you make.” She's a moaning, squirming mess beneath you. You know half if not more of these photos will be blurry, but that's fine. The ones that won't be are going to be masterpieces.

“You're my masterpiece, you know that?” You say, catching her off guard with how soft your voice is. 

“R-really?” She asks in disbelief.

“Yes baby. No one compares to your beauty. You are my masterpiece. The photos I take of you are the best in my collection. Nothing even comes close to them.” you tell her, setting your camera down, forgetting about it as you drive your cock into her fast and rough making her moan out, gripping and clawing at you. Every noise she makes threatens to send you over the edge.

“D-Daddy can I please cum? I know you put your camera down, but please can I? Daddy's cock is too good!” She moans out.

“Yes baby go on Daddy's going to come with you.” You tell her, not caring about the photo at this moment. You use the best camera you have, your eyes, to capture this moment and keep it with me forever.

[ghouljams]

College au thoughts for Ghost. Ghost never thought he'd go to college, never was much for school, and honestly he's a late addition to the whole thing. He joined the military as soon as he could and when he got discharged he figured fuck it, they're paying him to go to school why not? Mostly he went for something to do, but then he met Price who convinced him to join marching band. Then he met Soap and Gaz, and he decided maybe this whole thing wasn't such a bad idea.

All that to say Ghost had no fucking clue what he was in school for. He just was taking classes to kill time but now he's going to school. Ghost stumbles into a philosophy lecture, grabbed it as a blow off class and figures he'll sleep through it. Of course that's the beginning of the end. Ghost doesn't half ass anything, he does the reading, he makes his comment in class, and bites his tongue when another student tries to refute it. He's not an expert, but he's lived a fucking life, he's spent more time thinking than living and more time in hell than any of these kids could dream of. And his professor takes notice.

He gets called in to office hours and spends the next two hours debating the reading with his professor. He has no idea how it happens but he leaves with an armful of books. He's fumin'. He tears through the greats, starts grabbing more obscure philosophers from the library, shows up to class and patiently listens to the stupid arguments that his classmates make just so he can grab his professor afterwards and tell them in no uncertain terms that their 101 class is full of morons. Only to be handed the paperwork to transfer up to a more advanced class, along with the papers to declare a major.

Which I think is a pretty stellar way for Ghost to find out that he's going to fall in love with you.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey , can you do angry mommy Morticia x reader?

NFSW like hair pulling, jealousy and spanking?

Heyyyy anon! Absolutely. Love me some Angry!Mommy!Morticia 🥹 Thank you for the request!! Morticia (especially CZJ’s) deserves so much hype… Anyways, Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Projected Jealousy & Redistributed Anger ~Angry!Mommy!Morticia Addams xFem Young!Professor!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, spanking, strap-fucking, doggystyle sex, hair pulling, jealousy, little bit of angst, mommy kink, spanking kink, hair pulling kink, punishment/pain kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had met Morticia Addams on orientation day, when she brought her daughter, Wednesday, who would be going to the school and be your student.

Throughout the school year, when Morticia would come to visit her daughter, you two became a thing. More specifically, you became the woman’s plaything. Her secret love affair. With her daughters 22 year old professor.

Recently, the raven haired woman had come into town again with her family and this time her husband had gotten arrested. She was wound up tight. Nothing to do but wait. So she turned to you.

When your little fling with Morticia had started, you had showed her a few ways to get in the school without being noticed. So when the raven haired woman finally got away, she snuck into the school through one of the old underground tunnels. The tunnel came up on a corner right around your classroom. She knocked on the door to announce her presence, but today, she didn’t wait for your okay to come in.

You looked up from your work at the sound of the door slamming and then being locked. Your face brightened as you saw the raven haired goddess.

“Morticia…!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone to hear who was in your classroom.

Morticia stalked up to you, not answering at first, and instead trapping you in your chair with her arms. There was something fiery in her eyes.

“Morticia…? Are you alright…?” You whispered, going to cup her cheek but receiving a firm slap on the hand.

You looked at the woman bewildered.

“I saw you…” she seethed.

“I… what? Saw me?” You confusingly asked.

“Yessss.” She hissed, “I saw you with her, flirting with her…”

“With who??”

“Don’t play dumb with me, pet…” she jeered.

You gulped. Suddenly her words sent sparks to your core. You recognized this look in her eye. Morticia was angry…

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t know…” you stuttered, your face going red.

“Larissa Damnit!!” She growled, stamping her hands down hard on either side of your chair.

You jolted slightly.

“I didn’t… I wouldn’t… I…” you stuttered, when something hit you, “Wait… Are you jealous…?”

Morticia huffed in response, dramatically standing back up fully and walking back slightly with her arms crossed.

“Morticia, Larissa is my boss. Whatever you saw… it’s professional… nothing more…” you carefully explained.

Morticia didn’t meet your eye.

“Hey.” Your tone hardened, and you stood up to meet the woman’s gaze, “If you want to use me, fine. Fuck me. Punish me. Whatever you want, I’m yours. But don’t make this about me.”

Eventually Morticia nodded, took a deep breath, and kissed you swiftly and lovingly as an apology, before going over to your chair and sitting down.

“Bend over mommy’s lap, pet.” The raven haired woman wickedly purred.

Your breath hitched.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, scurrying to bend over and present yourself to the woman.

Your eyes widened as you felt a familiar bulge underneath you. She was packing… You shuddered as Morticia’s cool fingers ran up your legs as she scrunched your dress up. Once your bare ass was presented to the woman, the fun began…

She made you count after every slap. Your ass got redder and redder. Tears started to form in your eyes. Your arousal grew and grew, your panties already wetted through. And the entire time, Morticia ranted and jeered about her frustrations. Did they have anything to do with you? No. But you were more than happy to be her stress toy.

“Last one for mommy, pet…” Morticia purred.

You nodded vigorously.

*Smack!*

“GOD twenty Mommy—!!” You cried out in pleasurable pain.

“Let’s hope no one heard your pathetic cries, pet…” she chuckled wickedly.

Your lips trembled and mascara stains ran down your face, as you nodded lightly. The woman then picked you up and placed you in her lap. Her lips crashed into yours, exciting a whine from your lips.

“Quiet, pet…” the raven haired goddess growled.

Your breath hitched. Morticia took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your wet cavern, exploring and ravaging your mouth.

“Sorry mommy…” you whispered.

You began squirming in the woman’s lap, so Morticia held you still by a tight grip on your thighs. When Morticia had had enough for the moment, she pulled away. You looked at the raven haired goddess in anticipation.

“Go to the bedroom. I want you naked and presenting yourself to me.”

“Yes mommy…”

You nodded vigorously, scurrying out of the raven haired woman’s lap and to your private quarters. You stripped down till you were nude and then sat yourself on the bed, waiting for your raven haired goddess.

Eventually, Morticia sauntered into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She then began to take off her own dress. You sat on your knees, watching the woman expectantly. As she removed her dress, her bulge became even more apparent… You gulped. When Morticia was just as naked as you, she stalked her way over to you. Her eyes were fiery and angry. Her stare only sent more sparks of arousal to your core.

“Present yourself to me on all fours, pet.” She growled.

Your breathing shallowed even more, you but your lip, and nodded eagerly.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, quickly turning around and getting on all fours for the woman.

You felt Morticia’s hand snake into your hair, as she pressed her plastic dick flush against your ass. Lining it up with your aching core, her lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

“What do you want, pet…?” She taunted.

“Want you to fuck me mommy…!” You whimpered.

“Then beg, sweet slut…” she growled, pulling on your hair.

You whimpered out in pleasurable pain.

“Please fuck me mommy please please fill my hole with your dick mommy please…!!!” You pled.

That seemed to be enough for the woman, as she suddenly thrusted her dick all the way into your throbbing cunt with no warning, pulling on your hair as the same time.

“Oh GOD FUCK—!!” You cried out.

“God’s not doing this, pet…” Morticia tauntingly purred, “Mommy is… And she doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon…”

~~~

Morticia Addams Masterlist

[ronearoundblindly]

WAIT jimmy + a kiss in public

Strange New World, a tale for Valentine's Day 2024

Jimmy Dobyne x professor!reader from Common Education

Summary: After years of this secret, on-and-off relationship with Jimmy (a student only a few years younger than you), he's determined to make it official before his graduation.

Warnings for a man who knows what he wants ⚠️woah boi⚠️, referenced smutty times, and Jimmy maybe turning me into a fan of the South g'damn. MINORS DNI. There is plenty else for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 2k

You hate the habit and the smell, but at least James Dobyne’s smoking makes him predictable.

He’s a sculpted, contrasting vision in his crisp suit, something majestic about the billowing plumes pushed so deftly from his mouth. It warms you even though the breeze envelops your shoulders and flutters the black satin of your gown.

The Dean’s List party—a formal celebration for the upcoming graduates—is always a big deal for students and faculty, and it just so happens to be the only campus event where you both have had reason to attend.

Just not together.

None of these people really know about you. Jimmy is not a major in your field, and he hasn’t been in a class of yours for over three years now, but you’re still hesitant to ‘come out’ as a couple. This party doesn’t even involve plus-ones. It’s more taboo to be seen as a pair here than anywhere else.

Instead, you’ve found him outside with his vice.

 He sees you immediately, taking a long drag of his cigarette, blatantly undressing you with his eyes, not unlike how he left hot kisses up your skin while he zipped you up two hours ago.

You grin and swing the skirt of your dress playfully. “Wha’ch’doing?”

The searing tip dies out while Jimmy cracks his own smile.

“Tryna cover the taste of ya,” he husks, wiping the corner of his mouth.

You strain to hold your amusement though your thoughts are transported to when he helped you with the small clasp on your strappy heels and slid his hand all the way up your leg. He snapped the gusset of your panties for fun before moving them aside.

You have to clear your throat. “And the whole dinner you just ate couldn’t do that?”

“No,” he adds slyly. He’s natural and happy as he leans in, reaching for a hug and a kiss, but you panic.

“Jimmy, not here.”

“Why not? We came here from the same apartment.” He has the wherewithal to lower his voice, exhaling another puff of smoke. “I sleep at your’s most nights. That whole crowd is celebrating a bunch of kids graduating out of this system, so if not here, and if not now, when?”

You can’t resist pointing out his own word. “Kids…”

He straightens, stance defensive and eyes detached, the picture of a film noir character.

“If you had your way, you’d only acknowledge I exist once I’m good and gone, Teach—” he flicks ash off the cig “—tucked back away in Tennessee.”

“That’s not true,” you deflate at the mention of him leaving.

You want to hold him, you really do, but your whole body screams in awareness of the few others loitering outside the event for a minute of fresh air.

“Well, that’s what it feels like.” He stomps out the butt of his cigarette. “They do this every year, don’t they? Fair to say they expect us to mingle.

“Then let’s mingle. And you—“ Jimmy reaches out again, sure to tough your bare neck this time “—are gonna call me your boyfriend.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He uses the same finger to brush away one of your dangling earrings. “Introduce me as your boyfriend to someone here, right now.”

“People don’t need to know we’ve been…intimate,” you gulp back.

“Intimacies often end up in marriage. People’d know about that, wouldn’t they? Eventually.”

“Jimmy…”

You don’t know whether to run away or drop your panties at the dark look he pins you with, but that is the exact problem.

You’re worried about how the man who fucked you in the dress on your kitchen counter earlier—the one who called you greedy for desperately begging to come a second time before leaving the apartment—is going to behave in public to your colleagues. You’ve had to be so careful for years, and you fear the very real possibility that Jimmy will break. He might not care about his reputation, but you do; you have to care.

Quietly, you ask, “and what if I can’t do it?”

He looks around, clearly disappointed.

“Woman,” he huffs, standing within an inch but making no contact with any part of you, “I’m sayin’ if you can’t choose us, then we never existed.”

He has every right. You’ve been at war with your heart all these years, and it’s high time you declare a victor.

Jimmy Dobyne is twenty-eight years old, and he’s more than proven he adores you. It’s only at your insistence this has been secret for so long.

You give in.

“Ok.”

“Ok,” he beams, giddy and boyish, and you hope beyond hope that he’ll keep it together.

He offers his arm. You take it, thrilled at the substance of the thick sleeve. The moment does feel fancy and official.

As you pass beneath the archway inside though, you round on him.

“But under no circumstances are you to call me ‘Teach,’ got it?” Because that’s all you need to really blow up your life.

Jimmy holds your hand fast to the crook of his arm, bowing his head ever-so slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

You roll your eyes but accept, stepping into the noisy, enormous ballroom, together, his hand still sheltering yours.

“Don’t worry. I’mma pick the stuffiest looking guy,” Jimmy muses, “someone so aloof ‘e won’t care a lick what you’re even saying.”

That’s when you see him—your ex.

The man who wrecked the flow of your life and trampled on your self-esteem is talking to a pretty, young colleague, and Jimmy is steering you right for them.

“Not him,” you hiss, savagely gripping Jimmy’s arm.

“Why not?”

“I’m telling you. Please, don’t—”

“Too late. I’ve made eye contact.”

Tyler is rarely at these function, and if it weren’t a university-wide event, he likely wouldn’t be here now. That was the beauty of polar-opposite departments; it served you well until the one only moment you needed it to serve you.

“Long time, no see.”

Bespectacled with salty streaks in his dark hair and a haughty expression that radiates superiority, you are not surprised Tyler fit the criteria for men-who-don’t-listen. You force a smile anyway.

“Tyler…it’s been a while.” Do not faint. Do not punch him. Do not tip that bastard’s scotch right into his face. “Jimmy,” you motion. “This is Tyler Brinwood.”

 “Doctor Tyler Brinwood,” he corrects, “and this is Giselle Whitley, my department co-chair.”

Of course. Of fucking course.

For a man so consistently belittling of your education, god forbid you forget about his.

“Oh, yes, Missus Whitley—“ whose husband is a well-known banker and about two decades older “—I’ve heard great things. You’ve been a wiz at securing funding.”

“Thank you. It’s a lot harder than it looks,” she says with a wink.

Jimmy makes it clear he doesn’t recognize either name, and he wouldn’t because you’ve never talked about it, ever.

You snap back to the point of this horror show.

“Tyler, Giselle, this is James Dobyne.” A sharp breath in flares your nostrils. “My boyfriend.”

Your ex chuckles in the most humorless way.

“Interesting. Certainly giving the term ‘boy’ a run for its money, eh, Dusty?” He takes a sip of his scotch and looks to Giselle and then you for validation.

“What did you just call her?” Jimmy asks flatly, a hard edge to his tone that implies volumes of distaste.

“It’s about the smell of old books, that’s all.” Tyler can’t believe no one else finds this amusing.

Jimmy is more shocked by this stuffy, tactless man than when he walked up. “Why would you call a lady ‘dusty’?”

Giselle makes a face. “I’m afraid I agree with Mister Dobyne.”

You hope it chafes Tyler that his own friend already remembers Jimmy’s name.

“Well…” Tyler licks his lips and waves his free hand dismissively. “Old friends have…inside jokes.”

You’re not laughing. You’re actually about ready to crawl into a hole and seal it with a boulder.

“Giving that term ‘old’ a run for its money, huh, Brentwood,” Jimmy rumbles in the most sincerely cruel voice you’ve ever heard from him.

If you could carry just one photograph with you for the rest of your life, it would be a shot of Tyler’s face right there.

“It’s Brinwood.”

Giselle discreetly covers her grin with a large swig of her white wine. The men continue to stare each other down.

“So Jaime—“ asshole, you think “—are you a history major?”

Jimmy lets that slide. “Business.”

“Ah yes, the most common curriculum at this prestigious institution. Plan to do anything with your degree?”

Boisterous, pompous mother-fucker, you internally rage. You have the urge to spin around and leave without another word.

“Actually,” Jimmy starts with excitement, curling his arm around your waist as if sensing your will to run, “I took over my family’s general store when I was fourteen—nineteen, if you looked at the official paperwork—and I plan to expand the parking lot into a permanent farmer’s market.” He waits for Tyler, but there’s no immediate response. “I’m sorry, did you follow that? What do you study again?”

“I teach mathematics.”

“No shame in that,” Jimmy adds easily. “Love numbers. Been keeping the books since I was in elementary school.”

“Pure mathematics,” Tyler specifies, bitterness souring his already puckered look.

Jimmy sucks at his teeth in mock admiration.

“Wow. You plannin’ to…do anything with that?”

The silence that follows is palpable.

Giselle snorts while you try to corale a runaway, bug-eyed expression. If you had a drink in your hand, you would have choked.

When Tyler continues to frown, Jimmy looks at you and smiles sweetly, no hint of judgment for your ex’s behavior to be found.

“Ready, beautiful?” He rubs the satin at your side, and Jimmy cannot possibly understand how comforted you are by his presence.

Then he turns back, his point made, the ultimatum complete.

“If you’ll excuse us, it was nice to meet you, doctor, ma’am, but we’ve got a lot of mingling to do before the night’s over.”

He kisses your temple, a gesture somehow more intimate than if he’d bent you backwards and made out with you. It implies you’ve already done that. He’s announcing this isn’t new. Jimmy’s showing that he is neither a boy, nor a recent addition to your life, and that Tyler is, in fact, an old-old friend no longer inside your sphere.

Tyler’s niceties are barely audible, but Giselle wiggles her fingers with a cute “tohdaloo.”

Jimmy guides you through a throng of faceless people. You realize it doesn’t matter who sees you because none of them matter to this: to you and Jimmy. This is the pair of you, a couple, a girlfriend and a boyfriend and no one else. 

Your boyfriend keeps you glued to his side until you stop at the bar. He releases your hip so you can face him, his crooked finger holding your chin high.

There’s a loving sympathy in his soft blue eyes.

“Thank you,” Jimmy whispers and gently kisses your lips, hardly enough to transfer your lipstick. Regardless, he checks the supple line with a sweep of his thumb. “Sorry I picked that guy though.”

Jimmy’s shrug of apology is plenty.

He might never understand, but that little interaction has soothed more fears than you could ever voice about how real what you have with Jimmy is.

Jimmy comes from a simple life. It’s straight-forward and without fuss. You do the chore; the chore is done. Rarely do social complications come up. Rarely would emotions derail the success of that work. New York is different, and it’s felt so wrong to expose a man brought up so simply, so wholesomely, to that complex and unfair game of egos. 

He deserves a simple love, but you do not live in a simple world.

And yet, you already love him.

Jake Jensen and a kiss where it doesn't hurt ⬅️ ➡️ Ransom Drysdale and a kiss out of spite

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[amathslutsguidetofandom]

INFINITE SOLUTIONS

AU: Law!Professor!Andy Barber x Math!Professor!Reader

SUMMARY: MIT is famously known for its high level of education. What happens if it's not only filled with knowledge? What if it is also filled with confusion? Confusion of a new, hard-working Mathematics professor? A professor who might be falling in love with her fellow co-worker? What if that co-worker was in the Law faculty? What if that Law professor is Andrew "Andy" Barber?

WARNINGS: Swearing, smut (in some chapters), some mathematical terms( dw you don't have to know it :)), angst (watch out y'all.) (Each chapter will have its own individual warnings.)

Snippet (a teaser if you will)

CHAPTERS:

CHP 1

[tealeafgrimm]

hiii, could i get a snape and professor reader where they were friends as children and they meet again when she comes to teach at hogwarts?? they meet in the great hall and she just yells his name and hugs him leaving the students are confused? Maybe some kids ask her why shes so close to him and she tells them they were friends and the studenrs try to get them tgt?? Happy ending please!! Thanks love💕

Matchmaker

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader Words: 3.7k Summary: When you had accepted Dumbeldors offer to start as a professor, you had not expect to see an old friend of yours again. And even less had you expected all the students to act as matchmakers A/N: I really hope that you like this story. I definitly had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you so much for the request!

Nervously, you smoothed out the front of your robes. Today was your first day at school and you didn't want to make a bad impression on the students, your new colleagues and especially Dumbeldore himself. He had asked you to take over Magical History some time ago, to literally revive the subject. It was a strange feeling to be back at Hogwarts after fifteen years. Especially as a teacher. It made you feel as if your school days had been a completely different life. And to a certain extent, it was. After the war, you had moved abroad to get away from all the terrible images and events. You had built a new, quiet life for yourself, until a few months ago a letter from Dumbledore and finally the man himself showed up at your door.

After some persuasion, you had finally agreed. You had been toying with the idea of moving back to England for some time, and the significantly higher salary that Dumbledore had offered you had finally eliminated your last doubts. But now, as you walked down the corridors and received curious glances from some students, you wondered if you were really up to this new task. On top of everything, you had some private last-minute matters to take care of, and so you had arrived at the castle only today, one day after the Welcoming Feast. With a last deep breath, you entered the Great Hall. Your gaze fixed stubbornly on Dumbeldore, you strode between the house tables. Dumbledore rose from his seat in the center of the teacher's table, beaming with delight.

"Y/N! How nice to finally see you again. I hope your travel this night was good? I took the liberty of letting the students know of your arrival and Professor Binns' takeover yesterday. Knowing you, you wouldn't be thrilled with all the attention." He winked at you and you couldn't suppress a laugh. Before you could say anything back, he grabbed your arm and led you past the long table to introduce you to your new colleagues. Many of the professors had not changed since you were in school. It was a strange feeling to see some of your old teachers again. "And last but not least, Professor Snape. If I'm not mistaken, you're familiar with each other?" You looked from Dumbledor to the last seat at the table. "Severus?" you asked, shocked. You hadn't seen him in over fifteen years. You hadn't kept in touch with anyone from your school days, so you weren't aware that he was a teacher here.

The disinterested and annoyed expression on Severus' face that he had been wearing a moment ago disappeared and now reflected your shock. "Y-Y/N?" Without giving much thought to your action, you all but flung yourself across the table and fell around his neck. Surprised by your embrace, you felt Severus' body stiffen. Still, he patted your shoulder awkwardly. When you broke away from him, you were beaming. "I didn't know you worked here! It's so good to see you again." "I think you're in good company Y/N. Thank you again and welcome," Dumbledore interrupted, winking at you again and returning to his seat. It wasn't until you had settled into your seat next to Severus that you noticed how quiet the Great Hall had become, and that nearly every pair of eyes was shifting back and forth between you and Severus.

~~~

The first four lessons went surprisingly smoothly. Professor Binns had already been your professor, so you weren't surprised that your students were anything but enthusiastic about Magical History. But you wanted to change that. You had promised your students that you would make the lessons more interesting and that you would respond to their wishes and needs. In order to make the subject more palatable to them, you had already announced that you would take them on some excursions and invite guests to your classes. And it seems that these promises were enough to make the majority of your students feel much more motivated to participate in the lessons.

After your first lessons had been successful and your nervousness had slowly subsided, you looked forward to the rest of the day in a much more relaxed way. But what you were looking forward to most was lunch. Severus and you, had talked so long the night before that you ended up being the only people in the Great Hall. After fifteen years, you had a lot to talk about and you couldn't wait to continue chatting with him. Smiling, you sat down next to him, ignoring the still astonished looks of the students. Within your few hours at Hogwarts, you had already noticed that Severus was not the most popular teacher. And you had to admit that his constant scowl didn't exactly contribute to his popularity. But his gaze softened as he looked at you.

"And how strong is the urge to resign immediately?", he smirked, turning to his lunch. You laughed out loud, which earned you some more quizzical looks. "I don't have it. All my lessons so far have been very positive. Either I'm not as bad as I thought, or Binns was even more horrible than when we were students." "Just wait, if I saw correctly, you have third years coming up and Potter and his little Gryffindor gang are amongst them. The boy is a complete...", but he had broken off his sentence when he saw your frozen fork in mid-air and your startled look. "Harry? I had completely forgotten that he...does he look like Lily?" "Just the eyes, otherwise he's the arrogant spitting image of his father," he muttered, casting a disdainful glance in the direction of the Gryffindor table. "Severus! He's thirteen! Just because you and James didn't get along, it's not his son's fault."

In response, you received only an unintelligible grumble. Since the subject of Harry Potter was apparently a touchy one, you decided to pick another. "Do you still live in Spinners End?" The question seemed to take him by surprise, as he abandoned his food and looked over at you. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I spend most of my time here anyway, so why make the effort to move away? Where did you move back to?" "Definitely not Spinners End. I won't voluntarily set foot in Hell again. No offense. I bought a little house in Brighton, a bit out of the city." And with that, you fell into an easy conversation that carried you through lunch.

~~~

Similarly, despite Severus' warning about Harry, the next few lessons went off without a hitch. In fact, contrary to your expectations, the students seemed to enjoy your lessons and most of them were probably excited about learning about magical history for the first time. As the weeks went by, you had established a new normality and routine. After your morning lessons, you would chat with Severus over lunch, and after your afternoon lessons, it had become normal for you to meet in his office for tea. More than once, on your way to his office, you had heard students whispering and asking them a little too loudly the question of what exactly you saw in him. Each time, you had turned bright red. Was it so obvious that even the students couldn't find anything more interesting to talk about? Your question about the fascination around your relationship with Severus was answered when you were asked to supervise an hour of detention.

Remus was supposed to supervise him, but due to his condition he didn't feel up to it and you offered to take his place. Harry, of all people, was the first student you had had for detention, and Severus didn't miss a second to make it clear that he had been right in his assertion. But you had skillfully ignored him. Who was more nervous in detention was impossible to predict at first. You had always liked to avoid confrontation, so it was a strange and uncomfortable situation for you to appear as an authority figure. But you quickly realized that Harry was not at all as bad as Severus had made him out to be. On the contrary, he was actually a very pleasant student and the hour of detention passed more quickly than you thought.

"I don't get it," Harry finally muttered near the end of his detention, staring at the paper in front of him in frustration. Assuming he was having trouble with the task he'd been given, you sat down next to him. "Let me see, maybe I can help you." Startled, he turned to you and turned bright red. "Eh, I-I didn't mean the assignment," he stuttered nervously, quickly turning back to his paper. "What do you mean then?" "I-I, oh it doesn't matter. You wouldn't give me answers anyway and most likely I'd get an hour of detention on top of it," he muttered, pressing his face so close to the paper that his nose almost touched the table. "Oh yeah? Try me."

After a moment's thought, Harry raised his head, still not looking at you. "I don't understand...why you seem to get along so well with Snape...PROFESSOR Snape. You are so...nice and he is so..." Before he could finish his sentence, you laughed out loud. "Ah I see! Well, he can be...special can't he?" you finally replied still chuckling. In response to your description, Harry let out a mocking laugh, but then held his hands over his mouth in shock. "It's okay Harry. Yes, he can be very scary and to be honest I can't quite work out myself why he of all people would want to work with children. But I've known him for so long and we used to be good friends, maybe that' s why I see him differently."

"Were you here at Hogwarts with him?" asked Harry finally, now more curious since you were obviously going to answer his questions. "Yes, he and Professor Lupin were a class above me. But...I've known him for much longer. We're from the same town. We were neighbours. So was your mother, by the way, did you know that?" Harry's surprised expression was answer enough. "She lived a few streets away. The three of us were inseparable at the time and then they both went to Hogwarts and so did I a year later." "Snape was friends with my MOTHER?" Try as he might, you could hear the disgust in his voice. "Oh yes, but...things change and eventually it was just Severus and me. You know, Spinners End isn't exactly the best town and our families...let's just say we both preferred to be away from home, you know. Severus and I looked after each other, hence the close relationship." "Are you in love with him? With Snape? PROFESSOR Snape." Even though you had expected anything, certainly not this. You promptly blushed bright red and quickly glanced at your wristwatch. "Oh, it's after eight already. I think you've done your punishment Harry, you know how to get back to the common room. I'll see you in class then." And with that you pushed him out of your office. But Harry had received his answer.

~~~

"We need to get them together." That was the first thing Harry said when he met his friends in the common room. Ron and Hermione had been waiting anxiously to hear what Harry would tell them about the new professor and how bad she was. After all, she was friends with Snape. "Bring who together?" asked Ron perplexed, sliding to one side to make room for his friend. Harry dropped down beside him with a sigh. "Professor Y/L/N and Snape!" The chocolate frog Ron was about to eat hopped out of his hand and was promptly followed by Crooshanks. And Hermione, quite uncharacteristically, dropped her book. "Are you crazy? Who wants to be with him voluntarily?" asked Ron, shaking his head in disgust.

"She...told me a few things. She was friends with my mum...and with Snape and she's very nice, very different from Snape. If those two were together, maybe he'd get better, don't you think? Then maybe we'd finally have some peace," Harry explained as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "Harry, I don't know. How are you going to do that, you can't very well force them to get together," Hermione now jumped into the conversation. "With support, of course. If everyone helps, then the two of them have no other chance but to get together." "Are you going to lock them in their classrooms together or what?" "Why not?" shrugged Harry. "Snape can't get much worse than he is now, can he?" Within the next three days, not only did all the Gryffindors know about the plan, but word had spread to the other houses as well. Even the Slytherins, who would never admit it, had joined the mission. They didn't suffer as much from Snape as the rest of the students, but a somewhat friendlier Head of House couldn't hurt either.

~~~

If there was one thing Severus Snape had sworn to do, it was to never mix business and pleasure. And for nearly thirteen years it had worked. He respected and tolerated most of his colleagues, but that was the end of his relationship with them. But since you came to Hogwarts, it became almost impossible to keep his promise. If there was one thing, he deeply regretted in his life so far, apart from his foolish decision to join Lord Voldemort, it was that he had lost contact with you. You had been the only person in his life who knew how he had felt as a child and you were the only person, he had confided in. Even Lily had not known some of the things he had told you. But after you left England, he had come to terms with the fact that he would never see you again. And suddenly you were standing in front of him, the same smile, the same bright eyes and the walls he had built up over the years began to crumble little by little.

But even though he was aware of his feelings, he didn't know how to show them to you. He had been alone for too long and had worked for years to keep his feelings bottled up. And even if he wouldn't admit it, for the first time in his life he was grateful that some of his students managed not to keep their pert mouths shut. "Professor Y/L/N told me today that her favourite flowers are begonias!" he heard Hannah Abbott say during a potions lesson to Ernie Macmillan. And despite being annoyed and deducting five points from Hufflepuff for talking, he made a note after the lesson to make sure to send you a bunch of begonias. "Oh Severus! I love begonias thank you so much!", you beamed as he brought you a bouquet for tea one afternoon and Severus vowed that he would give Hannah Abbott an extra point in the next test.

Another time he had heard Draco Malfoy talking loudly about how much Y/N loved vanilla Rooibos tea. "Oh yes Professor Y/L/N was telling me just yesterday that she thought it was a shame she couldn't find it anywhere around here." After briefly wondering why in God's name Draco Malfoy would ask one of his teachers about their tea preference, Severus turned back to his lessons. When you walked into his office the next afternoon, there was already a hot cup of vanilla Rooisbos tea waiting for you. He himself was not a big fan of sweet tea and stuck to his Earl Grey. "For God's sake, where did you find that? It's my favourite tea." Enthusiastically, you took another sip from your cup. "I had it in my drawer, I don't drink it myself, but I thought you might like some change," he replied. Of course, it was a lie, he had requested a tea order by express owl and had to pay a few galleons for it, but you didn't necessarily have to know that.

But the best hint he got came from Harry Potter, of all people. "Did you know that Professor Y/L/N's favourite food is Indian? She told me her favourite restaurant is in London and it's called Gymkhana." Severus could have sworn Potter pronounced the name extra clearly when he saw Snape standing only a few paces away from him. He would definitely find out if Potter was telling the truth. "Say Y/N, would you like to go out to dinner with me this weekend?" He had asked it so quickly that you didn't reply anything for a few seconds. "Dinner? Oh yes, I'd love to. What did you have in mind?" "Eh...there's a restaurant in London. I think Gymkhana?" Your look confirmed what Potter had said. "Seriously? That's my favourite restaurant? How do you know all my favourite things?" you laughed and shook your head. "Ah, probably just coincidence." Even though he'd given all the other students a bonus so far when their quips proved helpful, he wasn't sure if he'd give Potter the same privilege.

~~~

It had been going on like this for a few months now and Severus had the feeling that he was on the right track. One or two more dates and maybe the time had finally come. But his optimism gave way to the old dark and dismissive manner when he saw you in the staff room one day with none other than Lupin. He had forgotten his book and was just going to fetch it when he heard your loud laughter outside the door. Surprised and curious, he opened the door a crack and saw you and Lupin standing in the room. One of your hands was on his upper arm and you both looked at each other laughing. Severus quickly closed the door again and decided to leave the book where it was. If his looks had been able to kill, the castle would most likely have been reduced by a few students. Muttering to himself, he strode through the corridors in the direction of his office. However, he did not notice that he was being overheard.

"Did he really just say that Professor Lupin and Professor Y/L/N...?", asked Harry in wonder as he looked up after Snape's figure. "I thought Snape and Professor Y/L/N were going out all the time. And wasn't she gushing about him yesterday?", asked Ron in equal wonder, his face contorting in disgust at the thought of anyone even giving the man a second thought. "Men!", groaned Hermione, throwing her head back. "We have to do something or all our work will have been for nothing!", hissed Harry, scratching his head thoughtfully. "Do you remember what we asked you at the very beginning Harry? Whether we should lock them up? Maybe now is exactly the right time. Come on come along, I have an idea." And with that Hermione pulled the two astonished boys along behind her.

~~~

A knock on the office door made you look up from your papers. "Come in! Oh Harry, how can I help you?", you asked the black-haired boy with a smile. "Eh...hi professor. I...eh...Professor Snape sent me and asked that you come to him. He didn't say what it was about." "Oh...okay, thanks Harry. I suppose I'd best go and see him straight away then. Have a good afternoon." And with that, you left your office. What you didn't catch was Harry giving a thumbs up in the direction of Ron and Hermione who were waiting a few feet away from your office door and the three of them following you towards the dungeons. After a quick knock, you opened the door to Severus' office. "I didn't say ent-...Y/N?" His annoyed expression briefly gave way to positive surprise before it darkened again.

"You wanted to see me?" "I wanted to...Did I say that?" "Harry just came to me and told me you wanted to see me. So, what can I do for you?" "That insoltent little boy...if I can get my hands on him," Severus muttered, trying to open the door to see if he could still find Harry. But to his amazement, the door wouldn't open. And even with the help of his wand, he could not open the lock. On the other side of the door, Harry, Hermione and Ron looked at each other nervously, but then all three breathed a sigh of relief when they realised that the spell Hermione had found in one of her books seemed to hold up to Snape. "Come on! The spell only lasts half an hour, we might be better off not standing right outside the door when it lifts," Hermione whispered, receiving nods of agreement from the boys.

"Severus? Did I do something, is everything okay?", you asked timidly after he had let go of the door and was scowling at you. "Why don't you ask Lupin? You seem to be on good terms with him?", he hissed in reply. "Why don't I ask Lup-. Wait are you jealous?" You couldn't help but laugh, but immediately regretted it the next moment as Severus' gaze darkened further. "Severus! Do you really think that me and Remus...Shouldn't it be obvious to you by now that I enjoy our dates? I certainly wouldn't go out with you so much if I wanted something from Remus." His face was getting hot and he could feel the blush creeping up his face. He wasn't really like that, but just the thought of Lupin with you made his blood boil. Determined, you took a step towards him, took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his.

"There, I should have done that much sooner!", you smiled after you had detached yourselves from each other. Severus didn't move, too shocked by what had just happened. "Remus is just a colleague, nothing more. But you...I've missed you Severus. And I love spending time with you." "I...I'm sorry Y/N. Lupin just makes me so mad and when I..." But before he could say more, you engaged him in a second kiss. "Maybe we could stop talking about him?", you murmured against his lips. With a short nod and sigh, Severus agreed with you and pulled you closer to him. Perhaps he did have to admit to himself now that Potter deserved a bonus at the next marking session. But he would think about that carefully over the next few days.

[ferris-the-wheel]

Professor!(m!)reader series [Part 2]

Disclaimer: All "relationships" are purely platonic (both toward students and other professors).

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You heard the bell ring from the school as you crossed the track field where a few students (Jack and Azul) while the rest of your class trailed along behind you. "Everyone line up next to those two." You said and waited until a suffiently straight line had been made.

"Firstly, I'll be sorting you all into groups." You said. You pulled out a piece of paper where you'd written out the groups. "I'll also be assigning each group a captain of sorts. The captain will be in charge of watching over their groups if something comes up during a lesson and I have to leave. Anyway, there are three groups so far. Group 1's captain will be Trey Clover, Group 2's captain will be Jamil Viper, and Group 3's captain will be Jack Howl. The three mentioned, step forward a fair distance between yourselves."

You watched the new captains' expressions as they moved forward. They all seemed surprised, obviously, but you looked at their more subtle, personal reactions. Trey seemed rather bashful, but he seemed to accept the new role with a smile. Jamil seemed a bit torn. He looked tense from his slightly curled fingers and stiff posture, but he had a satisfied smirk on his face. Jack was more alert, with his ears perked forward and a stern look on his face. You'd chosen them because they seemed like natural leaders, especially Jack, but you also wanted to see how their very diverse personalities clashed.

"Now I'll be assigning the rest of you to a group. Ashengrotto, Al Asim, you'll be in Howl's group. Diamond, you'll be in Clover's group...." You rattled off the rest of the names and waited for everyone to be sorted. "Now then, I'd like you all to get more familiar with your group members as these are the groups you'll be in for the rest of the year. Of course, if you drop out after midterms, you can ignore them all you want; and if you come back next year, you'll likely be in different groups as well. But for now, suck it up."

Trey raised his hand. "Yes, Clover?" You asked. Trey lowered his hand. "When you say to get more familiar with our groups, how exactly should we go about that?" You gave an off-handed wave. "Well, introduce yourselves, then say some stuff about yourselves. Also, I have a challenge for each group. Whichever group can figure out the way I sorted you, I'll... hmm... I'll think of some sort of reward. Maybe some extra credit. But take that as incentive to get to know your group better." You trailed off, putting your hand to your chin.

The class took that as a cue to start chatting and you took the opportunity to think. Well, admittedly the challenge bit was thrown out there on a whim. But I suggested it, so what should I use as a reward....? I suppose I could give them some extra credit as a little bonus. You waited for a good fifteen minutes, then clapped your hands for attention. The chatter, you noticed with satisfaction, stopped almost immediately.

"Today I have your first assignment. With your groups, I want you all to find some small magestones that I've hidden around the forest. Clover's group, yours are silver; Viper's group, yours are red; and Howl's group, yours are gold. To pass this first assignment, you have to find all ten of your group's color and bring them back to me before the end of class— and all of your group members must be back as well. You can use anything at your disposal including unique magics and any other magic to do so."

Jamil spoke up. "What happens if we come across another group's magestone?"

You grinned. "Well, if you find another group's magestone, you can hide it anywhere you want within the forest. You can't pick it up and carry it with you, of course, but the objective is to be the first group back, so causing problems for others groups would help with that. Also, I'd suggest finding a way to communicate within your groups as you won't find all of the magestones clumped together in one big group. But that's all the help I'll give you. If there aren't any more questions, your time starts now, and I'd suggest keeping an eye on the time. I'll make some sort of loud noise when time is up."

As soon as you finished speaking, all the groups ran into the forest. You were curious to see what tactics they would use; and of course, which team would win. If you were to predict which group would come in first, your mind went to Jamil's group. Despite how much he wanted to appear average, you could tell that he was anything but. He had seemed confident in his role as a leader and cunning enough to make sure no one argued. Or at least so that no one argued for long.

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As you predicted, Jamil's group came in first, with Jack's group not far behind. Trey's group came a little further behind them, though Trey didn't seem upset about being last. "Alright, now that everyone's back, you can rest for the rest of class. Captains, come see me up here and give me the magestones." You said. Jamil, Trey, and Jack came forward and deposited the magestones in a bag you held out.

"Excuse me, professor, why did you say 'magestones' when they're just colored stones?" Trey asked. You snorted. "Did you think I'd use real magestones? They're hard enough to find around here, why would I risk losing any real ones in the forest?" You prompted. Trey shook his head. "Oh, that makes sense."

"Oh, before you three walk away, indulge me: what tactics did you use? And I hope you were paying as much attention to your group mates as much as you were at the ground looking for rocks." You said. Jack spoke up first. "Well, my group split up into several small teams and searched specific areas. I used my unique magic to travel between the teams and survey our progress." You nodded your approval. "That's a good way to use your unique magic. Clover, what about you?'

"We split off into three groups and searched larger areas. A few of us exchanged numbers and went off with different groups, so we texted each other whenever we found a mage— a stone." He stated. "Though it seems that other groups got to some of our stones before we found them because there were some magic traps to get around, which took a while." He finished.

"Ah, the traps were likely my group's fault." Jamil admitted. "I made sure to remind everyone in my group to set traps around any stones they found. But our tactic was fairly similar to yours: we used our phones to communicate and spread out, but we were in smaller groups instead of three larger ones." He said all this matter-of-factly with a neutral expression as he explained.

Your arms crossed, you cut in. "Well, those are some interesting tactics, each of you. I don't have much feedback aside from maybe relying less on your phones and more on the magic aspect of it. I know that I said to use any resources at your disposal, so that's alright for now. But someday you may find yourself in a situation where you need to communicate with others over long distances without your phones. I would say that Howl handled that nicely. You should discuss these things with your group mates and try to create a solution for anything that stuck out to you as a problem, or just anything in general during this exercise."

The three students nodded and returned to their groups. Soon, the chatter became louder and you let them talk until the last ten minutes of class, then you herded them back to the school to change. "You all may leave early to get to your next classes." You said as you reached your classroom. With that, all of the students scattered, going different ways. You noted that Jamil walked slightly behind Kalim, Kalim chatting happily as Jamil listened with little input. In contrast, Trey and Cater went off side by side in the same direction, both chatting fairly equally. The differences in personalities never ceased to make you smile.

What if I were to swap the groups up as a little experiment? Maybe they would act different if they had different people to work with for a day? You wondered as you made your way to the staff lounge. You weren't really expecting to see anyone there, so you were slightly surprised to see Sam leaning back in a chair at the circuler table off to the side.

"Oh, hey there, Y/N! How's teaching going?" Sam asked merrily, waving as you walked over. "It's going fine. I don't normally see you here. Just come by to chat?" You queried. He laughed. "Well, what can I say? I got bored just sitting around! Oh, did ya hear? Someone burned one of the statues on Main Street yesterday. It's still got Crowley all worked up." His face was clearly full of mischief.

"That wasn't you, was it? Not that I really expect it to be you, but you didn't go messing around with something flammable near them, did you?' You leaned against the table with your arms crossed, facing the odd shopkeeper. He held a hand to his heart in a dramatic way with a mock hurt expression on his face. "I'm hurt that you would suggest something like that. But no, it was that new upstart familiar of the magicless student that showed up at orientation."

"And let me guess, no one got expelled, just given some warning or small punishment?" You said dryly. Sam shrugged. "Can't say I heard anything about a punishment, but I assume since no one's been expelled yet that he just gave them some little task that he doesn't want to do."

"That sounds about right. Crowley probably wouldn't want to expel anyone on their first day at Night Raven College. It affect his reputation too, or at least that's what I assume he's probably thinking." You sighed. Sam grinned and straightened up from his chair. "Well, who knows. I plan to check it out right now, as a matter of fact. School gets out after next class, so I'd better head out quickly before I get any customers at the shop." He looked at you expectantly. "Wanna tag along?"

"No, thank you, I think I'm going to stay here until my last class, then I'm going to pretend to grade for about an hour, then go to sleep until I finally get to go home— oh, and I'll deny saying any of that if word gets around." You added. Sam snickered as he opened the door. "Oh, not at all. Being a professor must be tiring. Anyway, I'll see ya later then!" Sam slipped out the door and closed it behind him.

HAHAHAHAHA I'M DONE WITH PART 2, I FEEL UNSTOPPABLE LOL!! Also, can we take a moment to appreciate me making two semi-long fics in a single day? My brain is mush ngl but I'll live. I hope that you guys enjoyed part 2 of this might I say amazing series. I'll make part 3 eventually, though it may take a week or so depending on my motivation level.

Also, I hope I made it clear what part of the timeline this series is currently at (the prologue before Riddle's overblot chapter), as I'm trying to make it a side-by-side with the og storyline; though it has a long way to go before it's caught up with chapter 7 of the main storyline XD Feel free to check out things about this au here for any additional information that you may want to know!

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[serverusslaype]

Shameless fic masterpost! & other things

This is a Severus Snape x Professor!Reader fic. :)

(ongoing/incomplete, 99,115 words)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

One-shots, Drabbles etc

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Special

Shameless AU - Jealousy

[captain-lessship]

Toffee Pt. 3: Professor

You were walking the platform, having agreed to watch the students, specifically the first years get on the train. You were talking to a familiar face when you saw a ginger-haired and a dark-haired pair of boys, you did a double take. 

"Ronald Weasley!" you said, smiling. 

"Professor! How're you? You get to teach Fred and George, good luck."

"Aw, those two are my favorites! I am excited to see you around, Ronnie. If you and your..." you looked at the boy that was beside him and a million memories flashed into your mind. Her laugh, his laugh, his hair he combed with a little too much gel, her eyes that glowed hot with hope, her smile, his smile. You smiled, "Your friend ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask!" 

Two ginger suck up behind you and screamed making you, turn around and swat at them. "Oh, you two! Always causing issues, aren't ya?"

"C'mon Professor Show Harry the bird!" Fred said.

"Unless you've gotten rusty, that is! You're what 3-" George stop when he saw you pull out your wand and a coin, "George if you know what's best for you, you will not finish that sentence." You threw the coin into the air and smiled as you swished your wand, turning the coin into a bluebird that fluttered up to the light to roost. You looked at Ron and Harry.

"You will learn a lot of magic at Hogwarts. You should have fun but," you thought about all the trouble James got into, "try not to get in trouble, dearies."

And one of the first things they did was get in trouble. Alerted by your students looking out the window, you watched from your tower in bewilderment as Harry seemed to be taunted by a blonde boy. Along with your students that were now crowded beside the windows, you watched as the blonde threw a ball of some sort and he flew and caught it with skill no first-year-first lesson should have taught. You would have a talk with him later but as he landed, Professor McGonagall walked out and took him off. You knew Gryffindor was searching for a new seeker and you grinned as you thought about him on the quidditch pitch. 

You silenced your students before returning to face the blackboard, "Alright alright, shows over! Back to your seats, you have an ess- George, put that can opener down."

"You got eyes in the back of your head Professor."

Eventually, your class was over and you were walking to the Great Hall, book in hand. You stopped when you came to a certain window: It was where you and Remus would meet and sneak up to the astronomy tower. You smiled as you thought of your husband but scowled, he should be here teaching instead of doing hard labor that made his hands calloused and cracked. 

You would return to him over the holidays as it was your rotation turn to go home. All the teachers had agreed to draw lots years ago that were marked with numbers between one and three and whichever you drew, that was your group. Having drawn a two, you had to stay last year but you would return to your quaint little house for Christmas. It was very early to be thinking about it but you grew excited. You were so caught up in thought until you heard your voice, you jumped and looked to see a short-haired girl in a Gryffindor robe. 

"Apologies, Do you need something?" 

"I have a few questions about your class and what it includes." 

You were confused since the girl had to have been a first year, "Oh I don't think you ne-"

"I know a lot about muggles, being muggle-born, will that make it to where I can't take your class?"

"Oh, no, it won't. "

"Okay! Thank you, Professor. I'm Hermione Granger." She extended her hand and you reached for it. Something about her reminded you of yourself. 

"Don't worry about my class, Miss Granger. It's two years away. You need to focus on the ones you have and enjoy your first year." 

"I will! I will, Professor Lupin, I will." 

You and the girl walked to the Great Hall, talking about her classes and how you'd be willing to tutor her during your free period, which she gladly accepted. You saw her to the Gryffindor table before smiling and waving bye to her as she sat down and you walked to take your seat at your table. 

"Oh my god, Professor Lupin is just amazing! She offered to tutor me!" she shook with excitement. Harry looked at Ron.

"Isn't she the one we saw at the platform?"

"Yea. She is a family friend"

"You know her?!" Hermione asked Ron. 

"Yeah, She always gives Mum Christmas cards and cookies."

The Twins nosed into the conversation, "Yeah, Ron used to have a crush on her." Fred said, queuing George to speak as well, "You cried for days when Mum broke it to you you couldn't date her"

"I was like four, I didn't know any better!" Ron justified. 

You giggled and shook your head as you overheard the conversation, you sipped from your cup before turning to Severus, "So... I heard you fussed at Harry." 

He looked up from his food with an irritated expression, "He's just like his father."

"Have you even talked to him?"

"No. You haven't either." 

You rolled your eyes at him, "Hating him won't hurt James." you scoffed.

He just stared at his cup, you sighed, it was hard for him especially since you, him, and Albus had agreed not to talk about it with Harry and not seek out conversations about his parents and what you knew about them. You both thought it was a great disservice but agreed. Your job, with all students not just Harry was to keep them safe. But Harry seemed to have trouble following him.

You held your hands tightly together as you watched the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. It was the first match of the season and Harry's first-ever match. And it was not looking good for Gryffindor, they had lost their Keeper, Oliver Wood, and two of their chasers. You didn't like preferring one house over the other but you were loyal to Hufflepuff first and Gryffindor second so you were cheering them on and wearing Remus's Gryffindor scar from your school days that he had sent when you wrote to him about it in advance.

Suddenly, Harry's broom seemed to be acting weird, you looked at the people beside you, and questions of how and why were floating about. You pulled out your wand, subconsciously readying yourself to cast a spell to grab him before he hit the ground but you smelled burning from a few rows down, you saw that Snape's cloak had lit ablaze and he was stomping it out. It distracted the people in your stand from the fact Harry was now on his broom chasing the Golden Snitch. You watched as he dipped to fly just above the ground and crashed. You let out a yelp and an Aw. Harry stood up, dirty and looking as if he was going to hurl but instead of his breakfast, it was a golden sphere. Cheers erupted from everyone. Except for the Slytherins.

You were sipping your drink when Qurriel ran in, screaming about a troll, in the dungeon until he reached the end of the house tables and fainted. You stood up and grabbed your wand but Dumbledore erupted with a 'Silence'. He ordered the houses to go back to their common rooms. You hurried to the Hufflepuss tables to count heads with the Prefect and Professor Sprout. You walked with them until you noticed a pair of boys running off to the girl's bathroom. You alerted Sprout and went to get your fellow Professors.

You were packing up your personal items when you heard a knock on your door, "Come in!" you chimed, your voice rich with excitement. You had received a letter from Remus and you missed him terribly. In stepped your favorite not-yet-student, she seemed as if she too would be returning home from the holidays judging by the bag she was were and trunk you could see just outside the door. 

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

She was a very curious girl so she was going to ask whether you said yes or no, "Of course, what is it?"

"Say... Hypothetically, if someone got caught in the restricted section, how much trouble would they be in?" 

You were surprised, "Well, Most of the time it is detention for two days but every case is different. Things such as who caught them, their reason for being there, and whether or not they broke curfew often increase or decrease the punishment. A lot of things need to be taken into account." you swished your wand, locking a few cupboards. You looked at her and saw an odd expression on her face. 

"What is it, Miss Granger? Were you expecting me to go authoritarian on you and tell you that you will be strung up near the Whoomping Willow?" 

"Sort of."

You laughed, "Oh dear, I did all sorts of things and I have a personal rule that I will not greatly punish a student for something I did unless they are doing it to purposefully cause harm to themselves or another student. What do you need from the Restricted section?"

"It isn't for me, well it kind of is but it's for Harry Potter." She said, "I won't have time to read it before time to leave." 

You sighed, "That is a problem. I am also leaving for the holidays, you know, got to get home to the family."

"Do you have kids?" she asked, looking at the picture of you and Remus on your desk. It was taken when you were at Hogwarts during your graduation. You and him were hugging and laughing because minutes before 

"No, No I don't." 

"Is he your husband?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why don't you wear a ring?"

"I have a deep fear of losing it. It was his grandmother's ring and it is a size too big for me." you pulled the necklace from under your robe. You pulled it from your neck and handed it to her.

She gently held it and looked at it before returning it to you, you put it back on and reached for your tote bag. "Well, I must be off. Have a Happy Christmas, Hermione."

"You too, Professor."

You had a gift to deliver to a special someone.

You stomped your feet off on the outside mat before knocking on the door. Your face was hurting from how hard you were smiling, you were happy to be home and happy to see Remus. You heard the door unclick and it opened to reveal your man: Remus John Lupin. You practically tackled him, squeezing as if you let go he'd slip away. You pulled back to grab your suitcase and shut the door.

"Where are the cookies?" you asked, smelling gingerbread in the air. You looked at him and noticed a weak smile instead of his iconic 'missed you' one. That meant one thing. He seemed to be in slight pain as well. You sat your suitcase down and put your hand on his forehead. 

'I am fine. They're in the oven." he said, trying to perk up. You shook your head. 

"Please go sit down at least."

"But-"

"No buts. I will finish up the cookies and I will make us dinner." You took off your coat and slipped on your house slippers that stayed by the door. He reluctantly hobbled to the couch and sat down, feeling more tired than he thought he was. He felt so guilty for being this way and depriving you of a normal holiday season. Luckily, it was almost over and he'd be all better by Christmas Eve. 

He sighed gently as he looked around the living room: It was painted by both of you, you had put up pictures and he'd organized the several bookshelves. You both had disagreed about the furniture layout at the start but you had eventually agreed on two comfy armchairs on either side of the fireplace and a three-person sofa further away, separated by a coffee table. He loved it because it was shared between him and you. Almost twelve years of memories, love, and happiness were in this house. 

He stood up and went to the kitchen to see you mixing up the icing and coloring it. He just watched for a minute until you notice him. "Rem, I thought you were going to take a rest?" 

he smiled as he walked to the plate of undecorated cookies that were cooling, "I would but fresh out of the oven gingerbread calls me." he said picking one up and blowing on it before he took a bite. You rolled your eyes. 

"We could take a small break while they cool. I really need to unpack, wash my clothes, clean up and fix this disaster," you said, pointing to your hair. He fanned his mouth as he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk, "You better n-" he popped off the cap and took a swig. You have him a look that made him and he flashed his smile, making you huff but grin. 

You and he walked through the kitchen and the living room, grabbed your suitcase, and went up the stairs to your bedroom. When you got to the bedroom, you sighed happily. It was your favorite place in the house. It was a very personal place and it was a safe place, you and he decorated every room but you took extra care with it. Remus was skilled at woodworking and made the bed frame, chest of drawers, and wardrobe. He was so good at it that he sold pieces that the house didn't need. You walked to the end and flopped down face first on the quilt your mother and you had made. You were so happy to be home. 

"So," Remus sat down beside you, "I think you should get changed into pajamas and take that nap with me. Dinner time is a social construct, we could eat at eleven at night."

You lifted your head off the bed, "I would love that but-"

"Nope, we are going to talk about your day, get cozy and take a nice long nap."

You rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. "Fine. Pajamas, here I come." 

"I washed a pair fresh. They are up in the wardrobe on the right side." 

You smiled, he and you had grown accustomed to both of your quirks. He had to sleep near the door, he couldn't stand the smell or taste of uncooked tomatoes and had to cut his own hair because no one else could do it right. You had to have matching dishes, had to wear your earrings so you could fiddle with them, and couldn't stand cold floors so every room had a rug of sorts. 

You opened your wardrobe and pulled your yellow chemise-style sleep dress out and went behind the folding partition to change. Remus, having been home from work for a few hours, had already changed into his sleep clothes and house robe. He simply untied the robe and hung it on the back of the door and slipped off his slippers. He returned to the bed and folded back the covers before getting under them. You were changed at this point and were making your way to the bed, he folded back the covers for you and you slipped under them, exhaustion filling you. You had been up for hours since you were too excited to sleep, the long train ride didn't help and it was always comforting when you laid on your own bed, in your own house with something better than a pillow to snuggle up with. Speaking of that, Remus had looped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

"How have you been? Despite what your letters said, I know it's stressful."

You sighed, "It's very stressful but I love it. I love the students and my fellow staff though some of the students drive me up the wall. I had to save Draco from a pit, Harry nearly died during a quidditch match, Ron falls asleep in the halls, Hermione is going to go grey by the time she's sixteen, and my poor boy Neville is terrified of his own shadow." 

He laughed, "Sounds like a fun group. Picked a favorite?"

"I don't pick favorites."

"It's Hermione, isn't it."

"Don't tell a soul but yes. She reminds me of myself at her age."

"Oh dear lord, she must be insufferable."

"Aw, shush! You decided to marry me so I couldn't have been that annoying and she is a very nice kid!" you swatted at him, making him laugh again. A comforting silence fell over the two of you. You missed him so much that just being around him seemed to ease the stress and make you feel as if nothing in the world could ever be going awry. You missed when it was like this and you wished it could stay like this forever.

You were calmly sitting in the infirmary, gently whispering a story to Harry. You got intense flashbacks to you rocking him and re-telling him Rumplesteelskin. You smiled to yourself as you also thought about James and Lily. You brushed some hair out of the boy's eyes to keep him asleep a while longer. 

"You should not do this to yourself." you heard a voice say. You raised and straightened up. 

"Albus, You know that I have to. He will need those memories to know he was loved. They are precious and I have so much to tell him." You looked at him, "I was lucky enough to have known them and now, I have been trusted with the ones he'll need and I will protect him from the ones he won't." 

The old man's eyes grew soft behind the half-crescent moon spectacles. "I understand but it is important that Harry, the best he can, has a normal life."

You laughed sarcastically, "We are wizards and he is strange even for one of us. Normal isn't in the cards." 

He grinned, "Let us walk. He needs rest." He turned and you stood and strode to him, turning to make sure the boy was still asleep. You closed the door gently.

"You miss them, dear friend. I know. You feel an obligation to be just as friendly with Harry as you were with them." He said.

"Obligation? No, not really. I see it as a courtesy. I, in a way, feel as if I stole their time together." you said, looking sadly at the ground.

"No. You gave them more with what you did."

"Tell us where you bitch!" one of them called out, blasting you with another painful beam. You cried out in pain. It was the third time and you felt as if you were going to break your bones from how violently you were thriving about like a trapped snake. 

"I- No! Nev-" The spell hit you again and you let out another ear-piercing scream.

"I don't like to think of that." you said, feeling a certain word they cut into you and let scar down your back. 'Mudblood.'

You were sitting in your chair, to the left of Severus when Dumbledore stood to announce the winner of the House Cup. You smiled as you looked to the Slytherin table; while you hadn't been a Slytherin, you loved some of the students in the house, and your work best friend and actual friend, Severus was the Head of Slytherin. Of course, you weren't expecting Dumbledore to begin awarding last-minute house points. You couldn't help but laugh, which you covered politely with your cloth napkin when Gryffindor stole it right from under them. 

"Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" You said, walking with the class to the train with Hagrid as he had a habit of trailing after lost pets and not watching students. 

"Do you think I could take your class next year? I heard you can make special recommendations."

You laughed a little bit, "Not two hours since your first year ended and you are already thinking about your next one." 

"Well, I miss it already." 

You smiled, "I know. I call it First-Year Syndrome. Had it myself. "

Harry looked at you, "What were you like as a first year, Professor?"

You sighed, pleasant memories coming back. "I was a very studious girl but I had my fair share of mischievous irks. I also was a sucker for a bribe, which I would not recommend you all be." 

You looked at the three children and you seemed to get a premonition about them. You knew you'd see them again, yes but you knew they'd been seen together a lot. Harry is brave, and caring but has a thirst to know who he is and be who he wants, not caring about anything else. He reminded you of Sirius. Ron, although he could be stirred onto a different path, he was always here. He reminded you of Peter. So did his rat, kind of. You watched them get on the train and watched as it pulled out of the station, leaving you and Hagrid. 

"You know what?"

"Whot?"

You felt as if James and Lily surrounded you and waved goodbyes well.

"I am getting a slight feeling of deja vu."

"I personally think it's a stupid idea," you said at the staff meeting. 

"No one said it was ours nor that we get a say. It's what we, as a school, have been asked to do." Dumbledore said. 

"I am with Professor Lupin. Why should we be expected to implore the aid of those creatures? If we need more help, Albus, we should do some more measures to protect them, yes but those things have a mind of their own. We could increase night duties, and protective spells and strictly enforce the curfew and maybe a buddy system!" Professor McGonagall said. 

"I know. I really do have my hands tied. I rather not have them here but I fear what would happen if they aren't. We must return to our classes, students will arriving soon. We will talk about this next free period." He said. With a mixed grumble of approval and disapproval, they walked out, leaving you. 

"Albus." you said, walking to his desk, "You know-"

"Professor Lupin. I can't do anything more." 

You frowned "You know he's innocent! Why have you not said anything!" you said. 

"Because of reasons."

You huffed, "An innocent man spent years in a literal hell for your reasons!" 

He just looked at you, the look that let you know you weren't going to get anywhere with him.

"Professor Lupin, let's change the subject." he said with a smile, "How do you feel about having another Professor Lupin teaching here?" 

You sighed, "We'll talk about Sirius later and I am," you paused, smile growing, "Rather excited." 

You were in the Great Hall, watching the Sorting Ceremony. You glanced at your husband, who was fiddling with his shirt. He knew DUmbledore was going to make him stand. You gently touched his thigh, making him look at you. You gave a comforting smile and a thumbs-up under the table. He gave a scribbled smile as the last name was called. 

Dumbledore told the students of what you and several other teachers were despising, The Dementor Division. They would be guarding the grounds of the castle but would not interfere with activities or lessons. You clenched your jaw, 'Of course, they won't...until it suits them."

He then introduced your lover, He awkwardly stood up and leaned a little bit. He hated being pointed out to a huge crowd. You clapped as he sat back down. Finally, dinner had begun, your eyes caught that of your favorite set of Twins, they did a kissy face at you and you raised your eyebrow at them. You then saw Hermione who was looking at you, then to her friends. You smiled to yourself as you raised up your cup. Remus leaned to whisper something to you, making you laugh. 

"Aww! They're so cute!" Hermione said. 

"Do you think he's a good teacher?" Harry asked, ladling out some of the soup. 

"I think he will be. Apparently, he was up for Head Boy when he was here." Hermione said. 

"He's been here less than an hour and you already know everything about him!" Ron said, eating a chicken leg. 

"She told me about him. They really love each other from what she told me." 

Fred decided to join the conversation, "The Lupins are very sweet, even on their own so it makes sense that they would be perfect for each other. Though, Remus is a lot more reserved than his lovely wife."

"It's gonna get confusing calling them both Professor Lupin, innit?" George said. 

Nevile, who was overhearing this, chimed in agreement "What if you mean on Lupin but you mean the other?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we're going to have to use their first names too. Professor Remus Lupin. She gets plain 'Professor Lupin' privilege because she was first." 

You were cutting a piece of cake from the black forest cherry one that had appeared, you handed it to Remus. He thanked you as he raised his fork to it and cut a piece off of his slice and held it up to you, you ate it and smiled. 

"We will need to thank the House Elves later. All of it was lovely," you said, watching the student's dishes slowly disappear as they finished. 

You and Remus finished your cake and stood up, he held out his arm for you to take. You did so and you two walked out the side door and out to the small foot path that took you around to the courtyard. You softly sighed as you both walked. 

"Did you miss this place?" you asked. 

"I did. I am happy you talked me into this."

"I told you my ideas are always good." 

He rolled his eyes lightly. "Not always. But most of the time." 

You laughed and he just looked at you, your sweet smile and lovely laugh. He looked into your eyes as the two of you walked. Enjoying each other. You looked up at the moon, it was Waning.

You and Remus had agreed to walk with a group of students to Hogsmeade. Remus had recovered from a full moon and finally felt like going out places. His chocolate stash was running low and you were going to get ingredients to make toffee. 

"Draco!" You yelled, "Leave that boy alone!" 

He was bothering Neville. You sighed as you walked to the boy, Remus following you. 

"Thanks Professor." 

"No problem, Where are your friends?" 

The nervous boy rambled on about Honeydukes and how everyone always hung out in there instead of going to other places as he walked back to it. 

You watched him go before looking at Remus, "Well, a little someone told me about the Boggart incident." 

"Harry-"

"No, Neville. What you did was sweet."

"What did I do?" He said, grinning.

"You know."

"He is a good student and I was merely showing him that."

You looked at Remus, a gentle snow falling around him. "You are so sweet."

"You would've done the same." 

You and he talked a little more until you stopped and pointed at the ground, mysterious footprints were appearing in the snow. You were about to run to the footprints when Remus grabbed your shoulder and pointed to two familiar students: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. You stilled as you watched them try to follow the cause of the footprints. You looked at him, "You don't think that he has the," your voice lowered to a whisper, "the cloak?" 

"It's the only thing I can think of that would allow him to do that." he said, watching the door attentively.

"Out of all the bloody possible heirlooms." you groaned lightly. 

Remus looked at you, "Well, I guess we wait out like how they are. What on earth could he want from in there?" 

"Your guess is just as good as mine." 

You both waited for about fifteen minutes, talking with each other about all the things you both got up to during your days with the cloak. You stood up when you saw Ron and Hermione stand and follow what Remus guessed were the footprints. You followed the group until Remus tapped your shoulder and pointed to the path you guys used to take to sneak to Hogsmeade. You both ran up the path and by the time you got to the edge of the treeline on the other side, harry had taken off the cloak and was talking to Ron and Hermione. 

"He was their friend!" the boy yelled out. You looked at Remus and saw on his face that he knew exactly who the boy was talking about. Sirius. 

You were brushing your hair as Remus paced the room. His thoughts were radiating out and you could almost feel anger, confusion, and a drip of helplessness. You turned away from the mirror. "Remus. You're going to make holes in the rug." You stood up and walked to where the man had now stilled. 

"I am sorry." 

"There's nothing to be sorry about." 

"It's unfair. How are we expected to just sit around and listen to all the rumors about our friend! He wouldn't take it if it was one of us." he grabbed his cardigan and walked to the door. 

"Remus? What are you doing?"

"I am going to tell Dumbledore exactly what needs to be done."

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Guru!! would die for a bad morning update / check in!!

Oh yeah?? I think it would be fun!! I’m working on finishing up sex tutor Harry first and then maybe I’ll give it a go for another part and see how it does. If y’all are into more of their dynamic I could potentially see it being a series of shorts with them getting into some compromising positions together 🤭 the ever professional Professor Styles and his secret paddle just for his lovely and intelligent colleague. Of course we’d explore more than just paddling next time around 😈

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Now It's Always Summertime

History Professor!Reader x Student!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You're just trying to get your thoughts together for the upcoming semester, but there are a few distractions.

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Mentions of getting high, student professor relationship, age gap everyone is over 18.

A/N: I watched a Tik Tok that had the right vibes and this came to mind so here you go. A little treat.

You poured the black liquid from your stove top coffee maker into your glass mug. Your favorite mug with a world map on it. The steam bellowed from both the maker and your now full mug. The overhead lights of the office were off leaving the strings of fairy lights that adorned the bookshelves behind you and the warm glow of your desk lamp as the only sources of light. A Golden pothos falling over the sides of the shelves like waterfalls.

The leather bound notebook sat on your desk with coffee ring stains from setting your mug atop of the blank page. You always thought it gave the page character when one found its way to a page. You transferred your thoughts from the newest edition of the history text book you received for this upcoming semester. 

Going over your previous semesters lesson plan and improving on it with the new text book in mind. You taught a few different classes and with the short summer semester coming to an end only to pick back up. Before you'd have time to do anything it would be Autumn with a chill in the air worthy of the hot cup you sipped on.

A knock against the open doorframe brought you from your thoughts. Looking up over your glasses, hair slipping past your ear as your head moved. Your two favorite students stood in your doorway, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Neither were history majors, but you seem to have captured their attention as they've now taken two of your classes. Your Western Civ I class along with your Mythology class. The two were already in your schedule for the Fall semester for Western Civ II and Wanda somehow snuck her way into your Norse mythology class. 

“What can I do for you girls?” You asked setting your pen down and picking up your mug, refilling it once more before taking a sip. The two girls stepped in and closed the door behind them. Natasha coming around to beside you and looking at the notes you took. 

“Is this for next semester?” The redheaded Russian asked as her finger ran over the words, a small smudge coming at the bottom where the fresh ink resided. You took her hand in your own after setting the mug down. Much like a mother would you licked one of your own fingers and used it to wipe the mark away on her finger.

“It is and I'd appreciate if my notes could stay intact. My thoughts are jumbled enough without you smudging them Tasha.” You looked up at the red head with a smirk plastered on your face and hers adorned a blush as Wanda came to your other side arms wrapping around your shoulders. 

“We wanted to know if we could help you with anything?” You felt her breath on the shell of your ear. Your attention moving from the Russian to the Sokovian. 

“I'm sure you two could be studying for your finals instead of coming to ask if I need help.” You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, the smirk still on your face as her forehead found your cheek. 

“Need some stress relief.” She murmured against you making a chuckle bubble up from your chest. Wanda let out a whine in protest of your chuckle. 

“Well she needs a stress relief. I'm getting high later.” Your head spun back to the redhead. 

“Without me? Rude.” Natasha started laughing along with you.

“Well I can bring it if you say we can come over tonight and then we can all have a good time.” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on your hand that was still in hers. Another whine falling past Wanda's lips is what made you give in. 

“Okay. Okay you two can come over. We'll get high and have some stress relief from finals for everyone's sake.” Both girls became excited at the thought of getting to come over. 

You lived a ways away from campus so you never worried about anyone seeing the girls come over since the three of you started up this throuple of yours at the beginning of the summer semester. 

The classes were smaller and the two girls had already caught your eye. Since neither was a history major you figured once they got their history credits you'd never see them again. The campus was huge and the history building was nowhere near where these two spent the rest of their day. Yet when you saw their names once more you knew you had to say something. So as the old saying goes; one thing led to another and here we are. 

You wrapped and arm around Wanda, pulling her into your lap where her face now buried its away into the crook of your neck. Natasha just leaned against you. More than content to have you against her stomach. You never thought this is where you'd be when you started teaching here, but you couldn't be more happy, more full, more loved than you are with these two in your life.

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Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Draco: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him

Draco: oooh

Harry: what are they talking about?

Snape, having heard everything: murder