#Alan rickman smut

[marvel-snape-writes]

hii i found your work recently and i love it so much!! would you be interested in continuing the storyline of the solo snape one-shot and writing one about him and the mirror of erised?

Infatuated Reflections Plagued By Self-loathing

Severus Snape x 🤫female character🤫/The Mirror of Erised

5.7k+ words

18+ solo smut 🤭

Thank you to the person who requested this! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope that the rollercoaster of emotions does your request the justice it deserves! 😊🫶

You’d have thought that for someone who was so often described as ‘an overgrown bat’ that nightfall would have been his favourite time of day, but not for Severus Snape. In reality, he hated when the day was over, the marking was done, and he had no other vices to drown out his own thoughts. The tossing and turning in his bed was often as a result of this. Though, albeit more often than he’d like to admit, he would sometimes think about how it must feel to spend the night with someone, rather than by himself. Not even necessarily for any fooling around, more for the company. Someone to hold, perhaps, or even someone to be held by. He knew he would be far too nervous, far too out of his depth, even, in order to hint at anything more. But just to have someone to carry him through the loneliness, that he couldn't deny he had wished for now and then.

Right now, he was sat at his desk and still trying to find different ways in which to procrastinate making the journey from his armchair to his bed. He couldn't put his finger on why, but tonight he felt a mixture of loneliness and a slight twinge of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the company he was longing for tonight was something more along the lines of affection than just another body to lay to the side of in silence. His chin rested on the palm of his hand with his elbow bent on the table as he pondered into the gentle flicker of his desk candle how exactly could he get what he so craved whilst avoiding the embarrassment of speaking or bumping into a single person. He concluded only one answer: taking a visit to The Mirror of Erised.

‘Don’t be so absurd’, was the first internal voice of response. He stared down at the neatly stacked pieces of paper upon his desk and let out a deep sigh through his hooked nose. ‘You want company, you do not wish to be a burden, you do not wish for embarrassment. It is the only way’, a different voice then continued as his lip twitched, ‘Go’.

“Can I bring the mirror back to bed with me?” He asked out loud into the silence, his mind tampering with the slightly seducing reflections he may see in the mirror if it really did show the depths his desires would go on rare occasions.

There were few things he hated more than feeling like this. Very rarely he would let himself to give in to his own desires. Very rarely he would allow himself to even entertain the idea. On the rare occasion he did, it would be over in a flash; whether that be because of the self-loathed feeling of embarrassment he would bring upon himself for letting it come to that point where he had no choice except to chase his own release, or whether it was because the times between allowing pleasure into his life were so far apart that once he started, it only took a few minor strokes to reach his craved result; the hot, sticky blobs landing upon him almost as white as his own skin.

He could feel the frustration beginning to grow. It bubbled from the pit of his stomach and sent tingles down his thighs, clenching his fists a few times whilst swallowing hard. The times where he craved company that went further than just to have another person’s presence with him were what he’d fear the most. Not knowing how long it was going to last or how he would deal with it. Whether he would dare to allow himself to go through with the inevitable when it got too painful to even sleep. The feeling, the urges would come in waves. To him, they were more likened to waves of nausea — or should he say, they were about just as unwelcome as feeling nauseous. However, the way that one would ‘feel better’ after having thrown up after a long time of feeling sick, this was the same way he felt after he had given in to his own desires; not happy necessarily, certainly not proud, maybe a little relieved, but mostly just glad it was over.

Begrudgingly, he stood up from his armchair and brushed his hands down the front of his buttoned pyjama shirt. He pushed his chair back into his desk and glanced around the room to try and decide what would result in less speculation or questions if he were to be caught walking the corridors after hours. He was comfortable in his black bedclothes, but he definitely didn't have the confidence to be walking down the halls in them. His go-to solution was to grab his cloak and wrap it around his shoulders — and as much of his body as possible without looking completely ridiculous.

He stood by his chamber door for a few moments, one hand fixed on the handle and one pushing through his hair as he had a few last minute hesitations about going to find The Mirror of Erised. What would someone say if they saw him? What story would he make up? What if someone was in front of the mirror already? The thoughts took over his mind for several moments and he sighed deeply, taking one glance back at his empty bed before making the final decision to go ahead with the plan to at least attempt to fill his loneliness.

Thankfully, the corridors were quiet, or quiet enough at least to be able to hear if anyone else was coming in any other direction. Knowing exactly what to do and where to go in order to find The Mirror of Erised irritated him a little as he was hoping by the time it was in view, his desires may have calmed. They hadn’t.

As he saw the mirror in the distance, he pondered for a short while if this would be worth it at all. Would it make him feel even worse if he couldn't even converse with whatever would be standing in front of him? He stepped closer to it. What if he could cast a spell and make it talk? Or would that make it even worse?

He grumbled to himself as he approached the mirror and stood at the side of it, still in absolute disbelief that he had allowed himself to come this far. He pulled his cloak around him a little bit tighter as if for some sort of comfort — for the first time in a long time he actually felt a bit nervous. As he side stepped a little closer to the mirror, still not yet in front of it, he thought of all the possibilities that could be reflected; Which would it choose? Out of all the things in Severus Snape’s ‘ideal world’, which, in this exact moment in time, would The Mirror of Erised select as his most his desired?

He felt his heart race at the thought of the several possible outcomes and was unable to even move his feet, almost as if they had been glued to the floor. Often coming across as being so sure of himself and his actions, he was not familiar with this sudden anxiety surrounding the idea of standing in front of a mirror. He knew deep down it was because he was afraid of seeing for himself what it was that he really wanted, because if he could see it, then he knew it was real, and delving into his own thoughts and feelings and putting himself and his own desires first was something he hadn't done for years.

He took a deep breath and lifted one of his feet in order to step in front of the mirror before stopping himself in the process as he had a sudden thought; what if he were to cast the potential ‘talking’ spell on the mirror before standing in front of it? That way, if he didn't like what he saw, he could at least threaten whoever was on the other side with something if they didn't promise to keep tonight and his helplessness a secret.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket and gestured it toward the mirror, muttering the first thing that came into his head. He lowered his arm and placed his wand back into his pocket, waiting a few moments in complete silence. The breath he drew this time was even deeper than the one before, genuinely afraid of what he may discover next. His heart thumping in his chest and his hands growing sweaty, he took his first step in front of the mirror. Afraid to look at the image in front of him, his eyes instinctively closed once he was in line with it.

Just open them, Severus. Whatever you see, it is not real, he told himself, already embarrassed with how pathetic he felt. He calmed his breathing and swallowed hard, opening his eyes with a slight squint at first before opening them fully. To his surprise — or relief — there wasn't anything in the reflection of the mirror other than darkness. He couldn't even see himself. Not that he and his self-loathing was upset about it. He let out a shaky breath and stared directly at it, trying his best to focus on if there was anything he was missing. He arched a brow and sighed in defeat.

You can’t even stare into a mirror right, he grumbled inside his head, pulling his cloak around him tightly again and turning away from the mirror. He began to walk back to the door and pressed his lips together hard, unsure of if he was more angry or disappointed in himself. Even the mirror didn't have anything to offer him. Only seeing his own reflection? He knew there was a reason why he had never used the mirror for himself. What could a cold, reserved man possibly desire?

Already dreading who he would potentially bump into down the corridors back to his chamber, he placed his hand on the handle of the door to leave the room. The mirror was facing away from him now, his back toward the room, and he couldn't wait to pretend he had never even tried to communicate with it. He twisted the handle and began to pull it open, scowling to himself until he heard a voice from behind him speak into the empty room, “Severus, wait…”

The gentle voice shook him to his core, placing his free hand flat upon the wall at the side of the doorframe to try and steady himself. For a moment he convinced himself that he had imagined it, but the same gentle tone called for him again. His lips parted and he felt a shiver run down his spine, his fingertips now turning white from how hard they were pressed against the wall. His heart rate intensified wildly as he turned around and began walking back toward the mirror.

Once again, he approached the front of it with his eyes closed, still not fully convinced that his spell had worked. Had he made the mirror say what he craved most rather than showing him? Gradually, he opened his eyes again to find his answer. His head was dipped when his eyes opened fully, seeing only dainty feet. It was as his eyes trailed further up herbody that he felt himself dizzy with impossibility. Whether the reflection could speak to him or not, he found himself absolutely speechless. His eyes welled as he felt genuine emotion surge through his body for the first time in longer than he could even remember.

“I- It can’t be…” His voice trembled, bringing one of his hands to his mouth and speaking into it, “C-Can’t…”

His head shook as his eyes met the reflection in the mirror. Instead of seeing himself with what he apparently most desired, he only saw her alone. But that was enough. If he had seen himself with her after all these years, he was convinced he would've collapsed in an instant. She looked older, though she still had all the same familiarities he was so used to gazing upon in his youth. Still convinced that he was seeing things, he took a step closer. The slim figure in the mirror moved with him, shocking him to the point of stumbling backward a little and struggling to keep his balance. He desperately reached to a nearby table to try and stabilise himself, feeling himself growing more and more lightheaded by the second.

“Just take a breath,” She said, her eyes following him from the mirror, “Compose yourself,” The softness of her voice made him tingle, “Everything is going to be okay.”

“You’re not here,” He shook his head manically, covering his face with his hands as he leant back against the table, “You are not here.”

“Look at me and tell me I’m not, Severus.” She replied.

Severus slowly lowered his hands from his face again and tried not to act so startled this time when he was met with her reflection yet again. He swallowed hard and exhaled deeply. She was every bit of stunning that he remembered. Even more so, actually. Now she looked a similar age to him, he could begin to imagine what life would have been like — could have been like. But that thought made his eyes well even more.

“How are you, Severus?” She asked in a gentle tone.

“Oh, that used to be such a simple question to answer…” Severus laughed weakly, his hands trembling madly as he dared to look her reflection in the eyes again.

“Well, you’re here,” She shrugged, “Living, breathing—”

“Barely,” Severus swallowed the lump in his throat, “I’d say more just existing.”

“Oh, Severus…” It was only two words but the way she said it earned a singular tear to run down his cheek. The caring, tender tone made him feel as if she had reached out her hand caressed it. He looked up at her reflection helplessly, catching his lip between his teeth when it began to quiver.

“I can't…” He inhaled shakily, “B—Believe it…”

His chest physically pained from what was in front of him, still only half believing it was true.

“What is it?” She asked, narrowing her eyebrows empathetically and speaking again when Severus failed to do so, “I cannot leave if I am what you desire the most. That's the rules. The mirror can't lie.”

Severus nodded uneasily, mumbling under his breath, “I do not deserve to desire,” He shrugged simply, “Wherever you are, I just hope you’re happy,” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat, “Whatever that means.”

“You deserve more than anyone to desire, Severus,” She smiled softly, “A man who has prevented himself from such feelings for so long.”

Severus’ lip twitched, now staring at his feet.

“It is only natural to—”

“Be weak and give in to it?” Severus asked, arching a brow.

“Do not think of it as giving in, think more that you are allowing yourself to feel.” She smiled kindly.

Severus felt himself go strangely numb and electric at the same time. His breathing became jittery and he was struggling to try and figure out what exactly it was that she meant. It wasn't that he didn't feel anything, it was more that he felt everything all at once; shock, sadness, happiness, helpless, regret, heartbreak, loneliness, that so-called desire she spoke of, aroused, even, and when he raised his head to look at her again, justified for all of the above.

“I won't tell if you don't, Severus.” She whispered.

“I-I’m sorry?” Severus widened his eyes.

Before he knew it, his mouth was as wide as his eyes. He watched in awe as she began to undress in front of him in the mirror, half not thinking he was worthy to witness such beauty, half being in so much awe he was unable to bring his eyes away. She stopped once she got to her underwear and left those items of clothing on, looking back into his eyes now. Severus’ eyes quickly diverted, however, now shyly looking at the floor

“For heavens sake, just do what every fibre of your being is telling you to,” She stood now with her hand on her hip, “Take a look.”

Severus’ breathing grew heavier, afraid of what would become of him if he looked at her properly.

“For me?” She bit her lip.

He took a shaky breath and lifted his head, “I…” He swallowed hard.

“Deserve to stop putting off your own desires?” She finished for him.

“I haven't had single desire in my life since the day you...” He began to admit, though couldn't finish the sentence, so only exhaled a sad sigh.

“That is absurd, Severus.” She shook her head.

“I have been afraid to open myself and love again because I fear the loss of it,” He forced himself to look into her eyes, “Because of the loss I felt when I lost you.” His voice was shaky, unsure of whether he felt more or less pathetic admitting this to a reflection in a mirror rather than an actual human being.

“We cannot never love again in fear of loss, Severus,” She frowned, “Otherwise we would never love again.”

“That is the point.” His words were spoken with a slightly sharper tongue this time, “In reality, your death barely happens to you at all, it happens to your friends and family. They’re the ones who feel it. They're the ones who have to deal with it. Day in, day out. Nothing but pain and sadness, nothing but—”

“Severus, Severus!” She butted in, in an attempt to stop him digging himself a deeper hole, “I am here right now, aren't I? The one thing you desire the most? The one telling you that it is okay to have desires and lust. It is completely natural to have a burning want for something and go ahead and allow yourself to feel it,” Their eyes met in the mirror again, “Why is it yourself that you are so unforgiving?”

“Why do you insist on staying and breaking my heart?” He spoke with the most pained expression on his face.

“This is me telling you that it is okay. What is it that you want from me, permission to give in to what you crave the most?” She asked.

“Yes!” Severus practically pleaded, his eyes burning with threat of bursting into tears.

HERE

He watched as the image in the mirror reached behind, unclasping her bra and dropping it carelessly to the floor whilst not even breaking eye contact for a moment, “Is that enough?”

Severus’ body shivered from head to toe at the image before him. His eyes twitched. His lips twitched. His cock twitched. He swore he could even hear his heartbeat. Even though she wasn't real, even though she was just a reflection, the effect she was having upon him that once felt like a sin now felt so natural. It was as if her permission had allowed him to feel this way. As if that was all he ever needed in order to allow himself pleasure in anything after her death.

“Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as cock stirred in his underwear, unable to tear his eyes off the image in front of him. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over his crotch and inhaled sharply when he felt the obvious bump.

“Too scared to see the damage, Severus?” She taunted him through the mirror.

“You—”

“And don't even think about blaming me,” She snapped quickly, “This is all inside your head, not mine.”

Severus’ lips pressed together — he was far too aroused at this point to argue. Even if it would be arguing with a reflection in a mirror. He felt like he was having an out-of-body-experience. His palm brushed back and forth over the bump in the front of his pyjama bottoms and he swallowed hard, feeling the temperature in his body rise. The instinct to chase his arousal had hit him like a ton of bricks; he wanted it, needed it, and had been instructed to do so by the only person who could command him to do anything.

“Is this you giving in to your desires, Severus?” She asked, biting her lip from the view.

“Giving in to you,” He inhaled shakily, “Always giving in to you.”

“Show me.” She whispered.

Severus felt a shiver all the way down to the tip of his cock from her tone of voice and pushed his hand into the front of his pyjamas, then boxers. He could feel himself throb from the simple motion of just brushing his fingertips over the bare skin. For the first time in a long time, he showed barely any hesitation as he wrapped his hand around his cock completely, gently giving himself some slow strokes as his body adjusted to this rare form of pleasure.

“Y…” He squeaked as he watched her topless reflection, “You…”

“Feast upon the image to your hearts content, Severus,” She pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, “If my permission is what it took to allow a little only natural pleasure into your life, it’s all yours.”

“All… mine…” He breathed out, the thought alone making his body ache with want. His wrist also ached from the restriction his clothing was giving him as he continued to stroke his length up and down.

“Do you like the thought of that?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Fuck, yes.” He nodded quickly.

“I told you to show me.” Her eyes gestured to his hand moving back and forth in the front of his pants.

Severus inhaled sharply, his eyes remaining completely fixated to hers as he pushed down the front of his pyjama pants and boxers. He moaned quietly at the new freedom of his wrist, but it still wasn't enough. He pushed the waistband of both items of clothing down so that they were set below his hips, allowing his pulsating length and aching balls to be completely free and on show. His mouth continued to gape as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing himself gently before starting to stroke it up and down again, bringing himself even closer to the mirror.

“That’s it, Severus,” The reflection cooed, “Chase that feeling you've been denying yourself for all this time.”

He reached out a shaky hand and placed it against the boarder of the mirror, helping steady himself as he stood with parted legs. His fist slid up and down with ease, perhaps a little bit too much ease, but this situation was playing with his head in more ways than one. Usually, on the scarce occasions he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes would be closed in order to flood his head with images that would get him off the fastest, but now his eyes remained open. Those images were right in front of him. His eyes took their time in tracing every detail of her bare body, the only item left upon her being her bottom underwear. The fact that is was exactly how he had imagined her to be, exactly what he dreamed to have and hold each night he closed his eyes; beautifully aged, just how he always pictured she would be. His eyes settling upon her breasts earned a particular throb from his cock, urging him to speed his hand up. Her eyes followed his and he let out several soft whimpers, his lips still parted as precum leaked into his fist, making the movements even slicker. He was completely and utterly mesmerised by her reflection.

He wanted to reach out and touch her. Every inch of her, skin on skin. He craved it. He had never seen such beauty like this so close. Sure, he had dreamed of growing old with her and being able to hold her at every stage of aging life, but he never thought he would get this close. So close, but yet so far. So out of reach, but such a stunning reflection before him. It was like turning torture into art.

“Agh, shit…” He grunted when he purposely brushed his hand under the head of his cock with a little more pressure a couple of times. He rolled onto his tiptoes and felt his entire body shudder in pleasure.

“Are you sure you want to chase the ending that fast, Severus?” Asked the mirror.

“Wh-Wha…” His heavy gaze lifted to hers.

“You don't want it to be over so quickly, do you?” She spoke softly, “Not after how long you've just gone without it,” Her eyes glanced down to his pumping fist for a brief moment, “Savour it.”

One hand stayed against the boarder around the mirror and the other remained around his cock, breathing heavily as his movements slowed down. Instead, he tapped his fingertip against the tip of his length and inhaled shakily when he saw the string of precum attached between them. He whimpered manically as he spread the stickiness around the head of his cock and narrowed his eyebrows, pressing his lips firmly together to try and not make a sound. After a few moments, he wrapped his fist a little looser around himself and parted his legs slightly more. He let go and glanced down at his stubborn arousal, lightly tracing a sticky finger back and forth over the prominent vein bulging against his skin.

“Oh, oh, ohhh…” He hissed through clenched teeth, but he couldn't take it for long; before he knew it, his fist was back around him fully again, though loose enough still to allow swift movements.

“Are you going to fuck your hand and pretend it's mine?” The reflection asked, biting her lip as her eyes fell to his hand again, “Pretend it's me?”

His free hand now lay flat against the border of the mirror and he took a deep, shaky breath. His eyes met with hers and he began to slowly move his hips back and forth, thrusting into his open fist. He shuddered in pleasure and dared himself to tighten his fist and his mouth fell open, moaning “fuck” every few seconds. His hand moved from pressing against the border of the mirror to gripping onto it and grunting every time he bucked his hips, his fingertips now turning white and slightly painful from how desperately he was holding onto it.

“Mmmhh…” He groaned lowly, feeling himself pulsate madly in his grip.

“You’re being so good to yourself, Severus,” Her reflection purred, “Does it feel nice to allow yourself to give in to your desires?”

Severus couldn't even fathom a verbal response. His jerking wrist was now working in time with his hips, his lips pressed firmly together to try and not allow any louder moans to pass through them. His fist twisted and moved in perfect rhythm, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he was doing it without guilt. His eyes which would usually be squeezed shut to try and block out the shame were — albeit heavy — wide open and burning into hers. There wasn't a thing that could stop him at this point, not even the fact that he hadn't locked the door. He was so focused on chasing his release at this point, he couldn't even spare himself a moment to reach for his wand and cast a spell to lock it, either.

“Ugh, fuck, I…” He inhaled sharply, “I-I’m so close…” His breathing became even more jittery, “S…”

“Are you going to cum, Severus?” Her reflection asked, biting her lip.

“Y—Yes… yes!” He whined helplessly, his fist firing relentlessly up and down his entire length.

“Are you going to cum for me, Severus?” Her voice was the most seductive thing he had ever heard.

His thighs tensed and the flickering sparks in the pit of his stomach grew into embers and began to rise higher and higher, earning a jolt of his hips into his hand. He quickly removed his hand from the mirror and placed it just beneath the tip of his length, his jaw tensing and toes curled, suddenly feeling the pleasure of a thousand summer days spent with her hit him all at once in some form of sticky euphoria as his climax began to land upon his cupped hand. He felt dizzy with pleasure and had no choice other than to place his hand back against the border of the mirror again to steady himself whilst his other hand was far too busy pumping up and down his length — the orgasm of which was now spraying against the mirror itself.

“Oh, g—good, god!” Severus’ voice was practically strangled, the veins in his neck almost popping out as his head swung back in ecstasy, “Fuck! Mmmh!” His fist continued to pump recklessly up and down his length and his eyes rolled back, string after string of its effect continuing to land upon the mirror. His wrist ached but the movements continued, grunting breathlessly as he refused to stop.

“Severus, Severus,” She whispered softly as his head remained tilted back, “Say my name…” She spoke in a firm but gentle voice.

Severus regained the strength to lift his head again and opened his eyes, twitching cock still in hand and feeling his heart skip a beat once their eyes met again. He swallowed hard and panted heavily, paying no mind to the mess he had made upon the mirror now trailing down the surface of it. The relief he felt was like something he had barely ever experienced. Euphoric, guilt free relief.

“Say it.” She whispered again, smiling sweetly.

Severus licked his lips shakily, his eyes flickering to the reflection of her lips in the mirror and leaned forward. He pursed his lips and allowed his eyes to fall shut as they pressed upon the mirror itself whilst whispering, “Lilly.”

He placed his hand flat upon the mirror at the side of his head in some hope of being able to feel her. His lips remained pressed against the mirror in some hope he would be able to taste her. He couldn't. It was just cold. Numb. And when he pulled back to gaze upon Lilly’s reflection in the mirror once more, so was his heart. She was gone.

He felt like his heart had been completely torn out of his chest. His eyes welled with tears; frustration, heartbreak, shock and sadness all mixed into one. His hand pressed against the mirror again as if hers would be there to touch it on the other side. Still nothing.

“N—No… no.” His lip quivered, desperately trying to think of any way to bring her back to him again, “Tell me it wasn't real…” He inhaled shakily, “Tell me I just imagined it…” His burning, tear filled eyes stared back at only his own reflection, “No, no, no!” His self-loathing surging through his veins like never before, “My heart is already breaking, why don't you just twist the fucking knife?!”

He felt beyond overwhelmed with emotion, as if he was about to hyperventilate as he panted. In a moment of both weakness and madness, his fist pounded against the mirror a couple of times, though only for want to hurt himself rather than the reflection of her that once stood there. The room was silent despite his sobs. He forced his red eyes open and parted his trembling lips, shaking his head as he stared helplessly into the mirror whilst whimpering.

“I just…” He inhaled deeply, pleading loud in his voice now, “I just cannot face myself alone again.”

He turned himself around and leant back against the mirror, sliding down it with the hope of landing and sleeping in herembrace at last. He buried his face in his hands and continued to bawl, tears now seeping through his fingers and trailing down his wrists. Anyone who walked past the room would think that something was dying inside, but to Severus it felt as if something already had; a wound that had already been far from healed ripped wide open again and stinging him all the more this time in the process. He felt what it was like to have her there with him and then lose her right in front of him all over again.

‘Why had she gone? This wasn't how the mirror worked.’, were the words whizzing around his head. He hated that he had come to this conclusion, but he saw no other way; deep down, he would never want her to see him like this; miserable, embarrassed, alone. His desire was for her to tell him that giving in to what he desired most was okay, and she did that. She saw him with his lustful, loyal eyes. She saw him allowing himself to feel pleasure after all these years of avoiding it, feeling unworthy. He didn't desire for her to see how he really felt now that she was gone and the years since. She really only ever got the better version of him, and even subconsciously he made sure of that.

He had never really known love until it came to him in the form of her, and he felt as if his heart was no longer needed ever since she was no longer here. He knew even if he did allow himself to feel for someone who wasn't her, she would always be the constant in his life — regardless of whether she was living, a reflection, or not here at all. She lived so deeply in his heart she was almost like a dagger; if removed, he would die. The promise he made because of her kept him alive. Though far gone from this world, she kept him alive.

“Lilly…” He finally removed his hands and rubbed his puffy eyes, sniffling, “Oh, my sweet Lilly,” He swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping under his eyes, “Don't leave me in charge of my own heart. It only knows you.”

He heard the rain hit against the window and took a deep breath. Even the sky was crying, mourning with him all over again. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The infatuated reflections plagued by self-loathing, the once guilt-free pleasure that he felt only a few moments ago was gone, just like her, and only left him wondering how it was possible for something so beautiful to cause him such pain.

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[lumisfiction]

I Wondered how a younger Severus would of looked-Ai generated using MidJourney- you may use I have no rights to AI art- Young Severus or Young Alan Rickman either way I love the way these came out!!!

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"Miss Fae, send him in.", you buzzed to your secretary, getting impatient now as the meeting was almost five minutes late. You checked the face of your Rolex again.

Yes, sir. He's on his way.", she buzzes back almost instantly.

As your office door opens you hear a distinct pop, Fae was popping her gum again and today it especially grated on your nerves but you held back from rolling your eyes as Christopher Stewards walks in, he was to join your team at Rickman And Associates.

"Jesus, where'd you find that one?", he asks once the door was shut and your secretary out of sight, he was grinning ear to ear like a high school boy in love.

"Miss Fae?", you question and Christopher nods.

Steepling your fingers in front of you, your eyes met those of the young man. This meeting wasn't about her.

"Don't know how you get any work done with that distraction right outside your door.", Christopher keeps on.

"Miss Fae is my secretary. And if you join this team, Mr. Stewards, you will not be hanging around her desk trying to get up her skirt. Is that understood?", this time your tone was showing that your patience was wearing thin.

The young man gulps, nodding, knowing you mean business with this job.

Adjusting your tie, Fae was looking down at her keyboard and then at her computer screen, clearly lost in her work. You watched as her tongue pushed the pink gum from between red lips, sucking back, and pop! Again, even if it wasn't loud, you always were aware of her presence, sucking back to make little absent-minded popping noises whenever she had gum in her mouth.

Saying nothing, you held out your hand in front of her mouth, palm up, standing over her. As her eyes turn up to you her tongue threatens to push out the gum and you raise an eyebrow, daring her to pop it again.

"Spit it out.", you instructed.

Giving it one last chew, her eyes still upturned to yours, she spits the pink wad of gum into your hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rickman.

Ignoring her apology, her hands push at the hem of her skirt in her lap, "And watch how you speak. It's noted men have gotten quite the impression of you and we can do without you being a tease."

Watching her lipstick red lips open, blush creeping to her pale cheeks, "Sir, I didn't do anything. I told Mr. Stewards you were ready for him-"

"No matter.", you interrupted, "Just listen to what I say."

Miss Fae was quite the competent worker, there was no doubt about that. She was smart, quick with any task assigned, and not to mention she wasn't bad to look at as long as you could keep any other men at the firm from lingering around her desk.

But as competent as she was, something about her infuriated you.

Was it that bouncy little walk?

Those fuck-me eyes?

The way she pouted while working?

Maybe it was the gum popping. Although you rather liked the thought of her mouth as much as the next young man.

But you aren't young anymore, you're middle-aged, and your perky little secretary wasn't going to want a man that was twenty-five years older than her.

Fae took your harshness towards her well, always with a smile, so on a morning like this when you brought her a coffee of your own accord she lit up like it was Christmas.

"Thanks, Mr. Rickman. You're the best.", she hums, her lipstick was pink today as they wrapped around the straw to suck up the iced vanilla coffee you had noted was her favorite.

The best. You felt a slight smirk come to your eyes, you could show her what the best was.

Although politeness was common between the two of you it wasn't usual that you brought her treats, "The meeting is in ten minutes and don't bring that coffee in there.", you tell her and she nods obediently. 'So easy to train.', you think.

Fae was simply your personal secretary but you wanted her there for meetings, it was important she knew who the firm was working with, how finances were doing, and the names and faces of anyone you dealt with directly. As the meeting wore on you noticed out of the corner of your eye how she crossed her legs in her seat, waiting a few minutes and then crossing her legs on the opposite side, squirming in her chair, the fabric of the designer skirt riding up her thighs. You had watched with satisfaction as she gulped down the coffee before the meeting started and now you knew why she was squirming.

"Excuse me a moment.", she whispers, leaning close for only you to hear.

Not taking your eyes off from the person across from you, you didn't even bother to look at Miss Fae who sat next to you, her green eyes practically begging you behind the glasses she wore when dealing with meeting paperwork.

You didn't have to tell her no, that she couldn't go use the bathroom during this meeting. All you had to do was grip the arm of her chair to stop her from scooting back and excusing herself. She'll have to wait. At least in this way you could make her squirm under your control.

Glancing at your watch now that the meeting was over you looked at the sound of heels clicking away rather hurriedly and it's none other than Fae, rushing now to the bathroom. The smile you wore was a secret success as you watched her ass as she rushed away.

Catching Christopher eyeing her as you were all leaving at the same time, her backside was almost pressed to you as the young man was edging closer to her. "Hey, maybe...you wanna go grab a drink?", he asks her.

You could scoff, there was a difference in appreciation and claiming a women and acting disrespectful as this pup was doing.

Fae shifts in her heels, shaking her head, "No thanks. That's not really my thing."

A lie. You've known Fae to grab a drink with girlfriends on lunch.

"How about lunch tomorrow?", Christopher Steward is proving to be persistent.

Again, she shakes her head. This time she steps back against you slightly, the movement unconscious and the urge for you to hold her waist is there. "No. I'm not really interested.", Fae lets him down gently.

"Are you an idiot or something?!", you hear shouting through your closed office door.

There's a muffled female voice in response.

"I don't care!", Christopher roars, "I asked you to do something! You do it! Understand?!"

Not liking the sound of his shouting, you had an idea who he was yelling at and got yourself up from your desk, stepping from your office.

"It is your job!", he yells at Fae who you see standing tentatively behind her desk but at least standing her ground although you could tell she's on the verge of tears.

"What's going on?", you ask, her gaze snapping immediately to you. You've yelled at her before and she's never reacted this way, tears threatening to spill, when you yell shr takes it.

"I was explaining to Mr. Stewards that-", she tries to tell you but his yelling takes over, spit gathering at the corners of his lips.

"This bitch-!", Christopher Stewards begins, and immediately you don't like that, he's been treating her differently since she rejected him in the elevator, "I told her I wanted reports filed today and she's doing nothing but acting like a stupid bitch who can't do her job!"

Anger taking over your features, you stepped to the scorned young man, "Miss Fae is my employee. Understand? She's mine. And she is the most competent employee I have and there's not much I can say for you. I will not have you stand here and shout at her in my firm. Do you want to keep your job here?"

It must have been sobering for this little bastard to realize that you held his job, his fate, in your hands. You watched his face change, realizing his mistake, that Miss Fae was yours and no one else's.

"Can you stop doing that?", you ask Fae, your eyes glancing out the window at the traffic, both of you in the cab.

Her gum pops, she's doing it more during travel and right now, jet lagged, you can't take it, "Doing what?", she asks like a spoiled child that can do no wrong.

Turning to glare at her, you hold out your hand as you've done in the past for her to spit it out.

"I can't spit into your hand. We're in the back of a cab.", she protests.

"Then swallow it.", you tell her simply.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me.", you say under your breath, staring at the single key card in your hand, the hotel lobby as noisy as New York streets, "Check it again. Rickman. Alan Rickman. And there should be a separate room for Fae.", she was waiting patiently on your heels.

"I'm sorry, sir. Only one king sized room was booked for that name and under Rickman Anf Associates.", the worker explains.

Great. The other law firm offered to fly you out, put you up in a room, but didn't think to book a separate room for her so now the two of you would have to share because the hotel was booked full.

The cab ride to the hotel had been long and the flight had been even longer so now that you've showered and slightly unpacked you sat on the bed in the dim lighting trying to not fall asleep as the shower ran, Fae taking her turn in an attempt to wash off the long day. You could smell the soap she was using, it was the same scent that always seemed to cling to her skin that matched perfectly with her perfume. Poor girl, you thought, she put up with you so well, never a bad reaction.

She emerges from the shower and you sit up ever so slightly, fluffing the pillows behind your back as she walks to the bed, turning on the lamp next to her side, "I feel way better after that.", she sighs.

You risk peeking at her, seeing her bend to grab something, the short black silk nightgown she wore was no doubt designer as well, the dark fabric making her pale skin seem like something out of a fairytale. "I don't mind sharing a room. Don't worry, I don't snore.", she informs and you had to force a smile, her cheeriness grating on your nerves.

But here she was, in all her glory, smelling as fresh as the dawn and barely dressed in the same bed as you.

You risked another peek as she began rubbing lotion on her legs, the moments cat-like and seductive to you, wishing badly to feel that firm body beneath your grasp.

"Do you ever sit still?", you huffed, finally speaking, watching as she paused to glance up at your glaring face.

She caps the lotion, setting it on the bedside before turning her attention to you, this close you could see how when she moved the silk fabric brushed her bare chest, the slight touch making her nipples react beneath the fabric. God, how you wanted her!

"Sometimes.", she answers, but this time in her expression was something you've never seen before, as if she was losing her patience, "And are you always so rude and grumpy? I mean really? No wonder you've been divorced for over ten years, that's what I heard. No one will have a grumpy old man like you!"

Never. Never has Fae bitten back at you with harsh words, especially ones that cut deep, your personal life and the personal Hell of you're just a "grumpy old man" that will never have her.

Before you could think, it happened. Your hand came up, slapping her cheek in an attempt to rid her mouth of those harsh words. You didn't hit her with your full strength, of course, but the surprise and force of it was enough to make her yelp, holding her reddening cheek and staring at you with big eyes that seemed unsure what to do next.

"Oh-I'm sorry-", the words were out of your mouth almost immediately, the sound of skin to skin hitting only a second before...

Your boss just...slapped you.

And you could tell he regretted it as soon as it happened, an apology spilling from his lips.

But as soon as the words came out you were in his lap, straddling him, kissing in an attempt to fully take the apology away and to say that you were sorry.

Alan kissed you back hesitantly, his hands hovering your hips while you grasped his face, tasting how his toothpaste was different than yours.

"What. Are. You. Doing?", Alan whispers, making no move to touch you but also making no move to take you from his lap.

Biting your lip, you let go of his face, rocking back gently to settle on his lap, "Kissing you.", you reply with a simple answer. Your cheek still stung slightly but it was more of a shock than anything, the feeling snapping you out of your anger and making your brain go fuzzy for a split second.

Alan rolls his eyes, glancing over you spread across his lap, the silk pushed up your thighs, the man looked like he was struggling. "But why?", he asks you, "Why are you kissing me?"

Why indeed?

It's true that Mr. Rickman wasn't exactly always kind to you. He treated you fairly, but always in his way of speaking to you seemed harsh. Somehow you didn't seem to mind because you knew that in his own way he cared for you and looked after you.

Sometimes a girl needs looking after.

He was older than you, yes, but the way he carried himself made you think that even he could show you a thing or two.

Mr. Rickman was known for his voice, the unique tone, the accent that was a trace of his home, it drew you in like it did everyone else.

Now, staring into his handsome face, the bold nose that was his most striking feature, his hair graying at the temples, you were blushing like a schoolgirl realizing your full attraction for him.

The kiss had been as much of an impulse as his slap was.

As your silence grew you felt his hands finally touch you, resting on your exposed thighs. For a moment you thought he was going to push you off him.

"Well?", he asks, raising his eyebrow in a challenge for your answer, seeing his hazel eyes scan your blushing expression.

"I kissed you because I wanted to.", you whisper, moving ever so closer to his face, almost brushing your lips with his, "Because I like it when you scold me. I like being close and smelling your cologne. I like watching your hands grip pens when signing at work.", you heard him sigh in want as you explain yourself, "I like you having control."

Control seemed to be the word he was wanting and you were happy to give it to him. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs as he closed the tiny space between the two of you, kissing you passionately as if he's been waiting forever to kiss you. The feeling of his hands was enough to make you moan into his mouth, pressing your hips forward on his lap and moving one hand to grope your chest.

Alan groans in reply, his big hands feeling you up, one on your breast, kneading the flesh, and the other on your thigh, pulling you to grind against him more.

"This is what you wanted, darling?", he asks you, chills breaking out along your skin as his pointer finger circles your hardened nipple before tapping it, making you squirm.

Nodding dumbly, you pressed yourself to him more, feeling the bulge inside his boxers as blood was beginning to rush.

Alan smirked, reaching to cup your face, his thumb toying with your lower lip before pushing into your mouth, which you welcomed. He didn't have to watch you suck on his thumb while your hips made little movements to grind against him, instead you both locked eyes, understanding the power dynamic and what you both wanted.

"Good girl.", he breathes before flipping you from his lap to lay you down, his thumb leaving your mouth to run down your body, gliding over every silk covered curve that made you a woman.

You could feel his appreciation in his touch, your legs parting as he got between your thighs, raising your nightgown further.

"Lace.", he remarks in approval at seeing your panties, cupping you over the black fabric.

Alan's finger traces up and down your slit, watching your face as you sighed. His touch was slow, meaningful, fingers dancing along your intimacy until they stopped at your clit, rubbing circles.

Letting a moan escape your lips, you didn't need words to let him know it felt good, those hazel eyes watching every reaction as you lay with your head on the pillow, and ache beginning to grow within you at Alan toying with your clit.

When your hips were beginning to move in time with his rubbing, it was still a little unbelievable that you were here with your boss like this, his touch vanished but only to remove the lace from your body which was beginning to cling to you with arousal.

"My my...", he breathes at the sight of you, tossing your panties to the side, "I don't think I need directions but I do like it." His finger traces the dark hair, a perfect straight line, of your landing strip.

"Are you sure?", you tease, his eyes glancing at your teasing expression and then down to where you were obviously needy.

Alan smirks back, "Well, this...", his finger runs down your landing strip, "Then this perfect little pink button...", he gently circles your tingling clit, "Then paradise...", he runs his finger down your slit, parting your lips, teasing your entrance, "I'm sure."

Your face was hot, squirming to have his finger inside of you as it barely petted your entrance. The man definitely didn't need directions but you could tell he was loving how much he could work you up.

"Tell me. Words. I want it in words.", he doesn't give in to your squirming.

Your begging eyes weren't enough for him, "Inside. Put your finger inside me. Please?"

He holds one of your hips, his thumb stroking your pale flesh as he eases two fingers inside of your heat which makes you groan. "Are you hard?", you ask, "Hard for me?"

His fingers were completely still inside you which made your clit throb even more, just being filled finally. "You have no idea, darling.", he tells you in that deep quiet tone he has which made you clench around his fingers, "Greedy.", he teases you but begins moving his fingers, hooking them upwards to pet exactly where you needed.

Your own hands were groping your breasts as Alan held your hip, fingering you, you were wetting his fingers more and more, that ache growing.

"I'm not letting you cum like this.", he informs you which illicits a whine from your lips.

Whining had been a mistake because in an instance his fingers were pulled from your cunt and he slapped your clit which made you yelp at the sensation you weren't expecting.

"You are so fucking greedy, you little cunt.", Alan growls, reaching for your hips and flipping you on your stomach, making you raise your ass in the air. You could feel your slick as he pushed the silk up your body, his fingers wet.

He slapped your bare ass which rang out loud in the hotel room but you liked it, spreading your legs for him and you could feel how hard he was pressing against you now. With a little wiggle you teased him, completely exposed and vulnerable, wet between your thighs, which only earned you another slap which made your ass cheek burn and your clit tingle more.

"Please?", you begged, careful to keep the whining out of your voice.

He was positioning himself behind you, those big hands groping to spread you apart and watch how you clenched around nothing, aching in need.

"Greedy little thing.", he coos, freeing himself and pushing the tip to your entrance which you immediately push back against to hurry him inside.

As Alan's cock stretched you out, your moans getting lost in the pillow, you heard him sigh, "Paradise."

Neither of you wasted any time, his cock thrusting into your wet core that was beginning to drip down your thighs and you pushing back onto him as hard as you could as if nothing could ever be deep enough.

Alan was in control.

It's what you wanted.

It's what he wanted.

And you wanted him to claim you completely.

"More?", you moaned out.

"More?", he echos between thrusts.

You wiggled your ass, the grip he had on you was surely leaving marks but you didn't mind, feeling one of his hands leave you.

You needed him everywhere.

He was gentle, testing, his thrusts a bit slower as the pad of his thumb gently pressed to your ass which made you moan louder, one of your legs quivering.

He liked you greedy.

And as his thumb sank into your ass, his cock still inside your cunt, he was fucking you completely, using his free hand to push your head into the pillow, controlling your breathing.

"That's it.", you could hear him even over the sound of your whimpering breaths, your face in the pillow, "You're doing so well, darling. Your cunt feels like paradise. I can feel you shaking. Begging to let go."

He was right. Your entire body was quivering and you could barely think, on the verge of coming now, trying desperately to keep up with his thrusts.

"Go on. Show me what you can do. You're so wet. So...so...wet...", Alan urges you on.

Unable to stand it any longer, your mind went fuzzy, fists grabbing the white hotel sheets as you could barely breathe, hot all over as you came, that bliss crashing down on you hard.

Alan fucked you through your orgasm, letting his grip up on your head so you could turn your face sideways to breathe, still trying to fuck yourself back into him while his hand petted your hair that had fallen across your face.

"Such a good girl. Greedy...good...Ahh, Fae-Fuck-", he curses as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling himself into his own bliss as he's claimed everything you have to offer.

"I'm thinking fresh cinnamon rolls...", you hummed, "Hot coffee...", Alan eyes you, listening to your thoughts as you both lay in bed after having had another shower, "And enjoying it in the hot tub."

He smiles, something that was a rare sight, "I think that's a great idea. Maybe I'll actually be in a good mood before this meeting."

You giggled, "You? In a good mood?"

He just shakes his head, this work trip had already been much more than either of you were expecting.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can I make a very NSFW request? Severus x reader fem. Ever since Severus and Y/N had sex for the first time, Severus feels a lot of sexual desire, and he likes to have his girlfriend moaning for him all the free time they have.

"Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs"—Severus

Addicted to My Girl ~Severus Snape xFem Reader

Summary— Established Relationship, ever since Severus first heard Reader properly moan, he can’t get enough of her. He now lives to draw those sinful sounds from her. Smut ensues. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thanks for the request! Yes, I absolutely would love to write this for you. Thank you for your detailed explanation. I sincerely hope you Enjoy this! ♥️

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Prompt— "Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs"

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, fingering, sex, p in v, implied clit stimulation, overstimulation, light praise, pet names, voice/moan kink, honeymoon phase, established relationship, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

From the second that Severus had heard an unbridled moan erupt from your throat and vibrate through your entire body for the first time, the man was hooked. Owned. Addicted. Powerless. At your mercy.

You were spread out on top of his desk. Your legs wide and Severus planted in the middle of them. Clothes were discarded all across the room. It was heated and passionate. You had both finally snapped, not even making it to the bedroom.

Marks were littered across the neck and chest, but Severus’ tongue was not working away at something else. You gasped and your hand jumped into his head of hair, as the man’s tongue went feral on your cunt.

“OhhHhHh Sevvvvv—!!”

Before you could stop it, your sinfully loud moan tore through all the fibers of your being. Severus stopped at that, looking up at you dumbfounded.

Severus now spent all of his waking hours, that weren’t taken up by his classes, coaxing more heavenly sounds from your lips.

His sex drive, while he had always had one, had fucking skyrocketed since that first night, when you and Severus had first had sex. He couldn’t get you off his mind. Hell, he spent most of his time alone just getting himself off to the thought of you.

Severus stole you away every second he could get you. When you both had free blocks, the man was guaranteed to be teasing you or already in between your legs in some capacity.

Severus was extra lucky today, because it was Friday night, and neither of you had anything planned after your last class in the afternoon. So Severus thought you’d both skip the great hall dinner, after all, the man had the perfect dinner in front of him already…

It wasn’t even dark out yet, and Severus already had you in his lap as he sat in his office desk chair. The man’s fingers had simply slipped under your garments and past your knickers, sliding in and out of your cunt with ease. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto your man for dear life as he bounced you up and down on his fingers.

“S-sev… I’m going to… OhhHhH Sevvv…!” You moaned lewdly, nuzzling your face into the crook of Severus’ neck as you moaned out.

Severus eyes darkened further at your beautiful, addictive sounds.

“That’s it, my love… Cum on my fingers… Again…” Severus told you in his destructively low and sultry, sexy tone.

You held nothing back, crashing over the edge for the second time in the last 40 minutes, having already cum once in Severus’ lap from mere clit stimulation. You let out another sinful moan as you reached ecstasy, biting into your man’s neck to manage the overwhelming pleasure.

Severus fingered you through your high with ease, knowing just the right way to bring you down from your climax, while keeping you buzzing for more.

The man then gently removed his fingers from your dripping cunt, licking his digits clean, before he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom. He laid you on the bed, where you instinctively began to curl up with a yawn. But Severus chuckled, crawling up on top of you, beginning to remove his and your clothing. You giggled and let him help you with objection on your end.

“Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs” he cooed lustfully, coming up to your face and giving you a cheeky kiss on the lips, as he spread out your naked form across the bed.

You gasped as you felt Severus’ dick grinding against your dripping core. You immediately grabbed any and all of his exposed skin, pulling his body against yours and moaning once more.

“Tsk tsk tsk, not so fast, my love… Want a proper taste of you first…” Severus hummed, getting off of you to your dismay, and lowering himself down the bed so that his mouth was level with the cunt.

Your hand found purchase again in his hair as the man’s mouth began to devour your precious pussy. His tongue glided in and out of your core with ease, lapping up all your juices and using his own spit as even more lubricant. You threw your head back and let out a groan, as his tongue worked your centre.

“F-fuck Sevvviiiii—” you choked out, pulling tightly on his hair, as Severus buried his face in your cunt and pressed his nose against your clit while his mouth continued to work its wonders on your cunt.

Severus groaned in delight at your sounds, struggling with the urge to take you right there. But he took a deep breath and simply fucked you harder, knowing the wait would be well worth it. His tone continued to swirl its way through your folds, alternating between stimulating your clit and your entrance. And as soon as you tugged at his locks hard enough a gave him a desperate mewl of need, his tongue sunk into your core.

“Christ Severus Yesssssss…!!” You moaned, your back arching and toes curling into his touch.

The man worked you up with precise skill, having paid intense attention to exactly what made your eyes roll back. The pad of his thumb began to roll your clit, making your knees wobble and pulling another string of whimper and groans from your lips. By the time you reached your third edge, you were a begging mess.

“Please please Sevvv Oh God please—!”

Severus happily hummed into your cunt, “Cum for me, my Darling…”

Your third orgasm rocked over you like a fucking tsunami, feeling like every single one of your nerves were on fire as a hot, white pleasure took over your entire body. You sparked underneath your man’s hold, but he never relented, continuing to tongue fuck you through your high.

By the end of your climax, your vision was a little blurry and you were shaking.

“Still want more…?” Severus’ voice gently asked, as he came up from in between your thighs.

“Mhmmmmm yessss, give it to me Sev…” you mumbled, with a drunken nod.

With a smirk, Severus lined himself up with your dripping heat. You held onto the man in a vice grip as he sunk down into you. And the man nearly came right there from the sinful moan that spilled from your lips… Bloody Hell, he would be chasing those pretty noises of yours for the rest to his life.

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[ladyinwriting18]

A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.”  Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?”  Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure. 

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. 

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.  

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it. 

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.” 

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.  

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away.  “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness.  You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it. 

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh.  “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?”  With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping. 

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.”  “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside. 

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him. 

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.” 

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick. 

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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Hello everyone!🖤

*I'm new to Tumblr and writing is my passion. I love to write fanfics, especially about Severus Snape or older men. This is my first smut story here and I hope you like it. Let's hope I do everything right. I'd love to get feedback.

⚠️ WARNING: NSFW, smut, begging, reference to edging, teasing, degradation, oral sex

What it's about:

❗️Reader is a adult woman❗️

You and Severus have an argument that turn into a sexual adventure. It’s a quit long text. Have fun ;-)

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"Honestly, Severus, you can't possibly believe that nettle root is more effective in this potion than powdered asphodel," I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I flipped through the worn pages of an old potion book.

Severus crossed his arms, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "And yet, it is. Nettle root stabilizes the mixture in a way asphodel never could."

I huffed, leaning closer to the book as if it held the answer to our perpetual disagreement. "You just can't admit you're wrong, can you?"

He stepped closer, his breath warm on my neck as he looked over my shoulder. "It's not about admitting anything. It's about knowing the facts, something you clearly struggle with."

I turned to face him, our noses almost touching. "Well, maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I'd actually listen to you."

His eyes softened, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through. "And maybe if you weren't so stubborn, you'd realize I actually enjoy these arguments."

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. "You... enjoy arguing with me?"

Severus's hand brushed against mine, a fleeting but deliberate touch. "It's not the arguing I enjoy. It's... you."

My heart skipped a beat as the tension between us shifted, no longer fueled by disagreement but by something much deeper. "Severus, I..."

He silenced me with a gentle finger on my lips. "Let's save the potions debate for another time, shall we?"

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "Agreed."

He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb gently brushing my skin.

"Severus," i said, my voice firm despite the shiver of excitement that ran through me. „I want you."

Severus's eyes darkened with a mix of emotions-desire, love, and a hint of possessiveness. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, as months of pent-up longing poured into that single moment.

His hands roamed over my body, explo-ring, caressing, igniting a fire within me. I responded eagerly, my fingers trailing along the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The intensity between us grew, our kisses becoming more desperate, more insistent.

Severus broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at me with a fierce intensity. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me at his words. I complied, my hands trembling slightly as I began to undress. Severus watched, his gaze never leaving me, his eyes dark with desire.

When I was finally bare before him, he stepped closer, his hands sliding over my skin, his touch electrifying.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing along my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I can't wait any longer."

With a swift motion, he shed his own robes, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me.

I could feel his erection through his trousers. He rubbed it slightly against my hip, and the sensation made me wet quickly. He guided me to the desk, his hands never leaving my body, his touch driving me wild with need. He lifted me on top of the desk, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between them. Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion.

Severus was dominant, his touch firm and demanding, yet filled with an underlying tenderness. He moved with a confidence that sent waves of pleasure through me, his hands and lips exploring every inch of my body.

He softly twitched my nipple between his fingers and kissed my neck as passionately as ever. His hand went down to my inner thigh and caressed it softly. I felt a flutter in my core as he neared my most sensitive spot.

He let out an excited moan. "You are so wet for me." He put one finger slowly deep inside of me, pushes it in and out once, twice. Never take his eyes off my eyes while he’s doing it. Suddenly he brings his finger to his mouth and suck this one gently. You can see pure lust in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he started kissing down my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I watched him with wide eyes as he looked at me and started kissing my sweet spot. The view was intoxicating. He slowly stuck his tongue out and licked my clit with a soft touch.

I moaned as I felt his warm tongue circle around. He started sucking and licking as if he were craving my wetness. "You taste so good," he murmured, making my core twitch again. He did it so passionately that I knew I wasn't far from climax.

He went a little further and stuck his tongue deep inside me while his nose involuntarily stimulated my clit. His slurps from my juices made my head fall back as I moaned his name out loud.

"I'm coming, Severus," I cried.

He kept going, and it didn't take long before my body felt like it was struck by lightning. I climaxed on his face, and I could feel how much he enjoyed it.

When he came up to me again, his mouth and nose were soaking wet from me. He quickly wiped his face with his hand before giving me a passionate kiss. I could still taste my climax from his lips and tongue.

"I want to feel you inside me," I said through the kiss.

A big erection left a bulge in his pants, clearly more as I said those words out loud.

He looked me deep in the eyes with his dark ones as I freed his dick from his trousers. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its warmth and readiness. He let his pants fall so he was completely naked too. I started to stroke him and felt a bit of pre-cum on his tip.

"Is your little cunt ready for me?" he asked hotly through his teeth.

I nodded, and he positioned his dick between my pussy lips as he slowly entered with a groan. It felt all so wet, so easy for him to enter. The sensation sent a jolt of ecstasy through my entire being. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust bringing me closer.

Our movements became more frantic, the intensity of our desire driving us both to the brink. He fucked me harder as he watched my breasts move with each thrust. We breathed heavy as we neared climax. He stopped right before, grabbing my hips and putting me down from the desk.

"Bend over," he whispered harshly in my ear.

Did as he asked, feeling the cold wood against my upper body. I felt his hand grip my butt cheek, and suddenly a sharp spank sent a slight pain through me. I groaned with a smile and glanced over my shoulder. He ran his thumb over my cheek and pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of my face.

"That's all mine. And I want to fuck you until you can't stand anymore. Do you want that?" he said heatedly through his breath.

I nodded hastily.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I want you to fuck me, please," I whimpered.

"Good girl." That made him so hard, ready to do exactly that.

Without any more words, he pushed his dick deeply and fully inside me.

Surprised by his fast action, I sobbed and fell completely onto the desk. I felt his dick grow harder with each thrust.

The sounds of hot breath, moans, and skin slapping filled the room. The desk moved under our hard movements.

With a final, powerful thrust, we reached our climax together. I felt his semen fill me as I collapsed on the desk and he above me. He pulled out and took a moment to watch our combined fluids flow out of me, a sharp breath escaping through his nose.

"Let's clean you up," he whispered mischievously in my ear as he helped me up. He took his wand and cleaned everything up, leaving no trace of our passion behind.

„I'm looking forward to the next arguments with you“ I said amused.

„Me too.“ he smirked.

[taraprince]

dreamy☁️

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a/n : this is part 2 of fumes, SORRYYYY FOR TAKING SO LONG i only get a burst of motivation like once a month. alsooo THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE?? over 600 notes is crayyy <33 i apologize in advance for 1. if this doesn’t match the storyline exactly, i literally cannot bring myself to read my own work so i might have forgotten some things and 2. if my smut is absolutely treacherous I WARNED YOU

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you woke up groggily, feeling more comfortable and refreshed than you usually did, which wasn’t saying a whole lot considering half the time you napped on your desk and woke up to half your face covered in ink.

it took a minute to regain your senses, your eyes heavy and wandering the familiar room of the potion masters private chambers. your heart skipped a little as the memories of last night crept back into your mind.

the way his tongue felt.. you wanted, no, needed more.

you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the large arms snaked around your waste. you blushed slightly as you tried to turn around and see him, but severus’ grip just tightened, making you immobile.

“sev…” your morning voice was gravelly, making you instantly flush with slight embarrassment.

you heard him take a deep breathe through his nose before answering. “good morning miss y/n.”

oh my fucking god.

hearing his morning voice made you lose all your remaining self respect. you inhaled sharply as you felt your heart do yet another skip, before dropping down to your cunt. you tensed slightly, beginning to notice the pool forming in your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing besides a large tshirt severus had lended you.

as if reflex, you wiggled around in his arms trying to make your embarrassingly wet cunt less apparent. you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything if he wasn’t ready yet.

he hummed softly, loosening his grip on your waist. you turned around to face him, taking in his appearance immediately. his disheveled hair sat perfectly, and his face was pink and slightly puffy from just waking up. his lips were soft and pink, looking more plush than usual. your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only feeding into your inner starvation.

you instinctively rubbed and squeezed your thighs together slightly, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye. as if he could hear your thoughts, he brought a hand up to your chin and brought your face closer to his, lips brushing just enough to tickle.

“i’m afraid we didn’t get to finish what we started last night..” he purred softly, almost a whisper. you inhale sharply, suddenly becoming aware of the poking feeling on your inner thigh.

“yes i suppose so..” you say, closing your eyes cringing slightly. you open your mouth to speak again, but cut yourself off, almost embarrassed to speak your thoughts. severus noticed this, of course.

“you can tell me anything, i promise you can trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, taking time to caress your cheek lovingly. you melted under his touch, living a fantasy. you almost forgot to respond, enjoying the comfort of his touch a bit too intensely.

“right.. um, well it’s just that- last night- i’m-“ you blushed, trying to find the right words as you squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, not liking how he never took his eyes off of you as you spoke.

“we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t wish to, i understand” he said cooly, and for a moment you thought you could see his face drop into one of disappointment, but he never was one to show much emotion for very long.

“no!!” you say, bringing your hands up to his shoulders for comfort and stability, to show him you were really in the moment i guess. “that’s.. that’s what i was trying to say. well- just that if you weren’t comfortable then- if you didn’t want to do anything-“

he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you thought you could almost feel a smile forming on his lips as they fit perfectly against your own. they moved in unison, like they were made for each other. you inhaled through your nose, sighing slightly and wrapping your arms the rest of the way around his shoulders.

after a few moments he pulled away, hand brushing through your hair as his eyes admired every bit of your face. traveling from your lips to your rosy cheeks, from your hair to your dazzling eyes. he too, was seemingly lost in the moment, not sure of what to say.

but sometimes it’s for the better that way, not having words to express yourself. words weren’t needed anymore, and not like anyone would’ve asked but if they did you would have confessed that you’d much rather give up words for just one more moment like this with him.

you silently made eye contact with him, both not wanting to break the silence or ruin the mood you had going. time seemed to sit still for ages until you finally felt his arms snake around your waist once more, this time pulling you with him as he flipped onto his back, resting you on top of him.

you blushed and stabilized yourself on his shoulders again, trying to keep your eyes to yourself but sneakily peeking at his body anyways.

he wasn’t very muscular, but his frame was thin and almost broad. his shoulders were wide and his torso looked as if it barely had enough skin to cover the lanky area. he was awfully pale, almost vampire-ish as you could see his veins through his light skin, traveling down his body. you brought your eyes back up to his, really taking the time to appreciate every crinkle and line on his face as he smiled softly up at you.

the silence remained as you took in a sharp breath and crashed your lips down onto his again. he let out a small sound of surprise but quickly took control despite being below you.

fingers intertwined in each others hair and tongues dancing with one anothers, it became apparent that both of you needed the same thing, and you wanted it as soon as you could get it.

pulling away again, you quickly bring your hands down to his boxers, palming at his obvious arousal and wetting your lips slightly. he groaned, hands finding yours and holding them.

“take them off” he shattered the silence with a careful whisper, sending shivers down your spine as he guided your hands with his to the waistband of his boxers.

you tugged them down just enough for his glazed cock to spring out, aching and begging for you to touch it. he grunted and shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them on the floor.

he was already breathing heavily as your hands lightly brushed over his throbbing erection. you smirked slightly, looking down at him as you finally wrapped your whole hand around his girth.

“severus, surely you can’t be this aroused already?” you tease, flicking your finger over the head and feeling the precum gush out.

he sucked in a breathe, trying his best to look indifferent. “clearly i am, ms. y/n, so there’s no reason to be asking a question as silly as that” his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, resting your bottom half just below his arousal.

getting the memo, you peeled your now soaked panties off and discarded them with his boxers on the floor, now leaving you in just his shirt, but you didn’t bother taking it off; the need to have him inside you right this very minute was too strong.

you shimmy yourself up so your positioned perfectly above his cock. you look down at him, making sure he was ready. before you could sink yourself down his hands gripped your sides and brought you down onto him, remaining in control still.

you moan loudly, taking in his length as it stretched you slightly, the feeling stinging and fulfilling. he groaned and sucked in a breathe through gritted teeth as his dick was clenched inside your warmness, immediately coated in your slick arousal.

you lay on his chest, taking in deep breathes of his scent as he brings yours hips back up, then back down onto him again. you both let out sounds of ecstasy and relief, finally getting the release you needed for so long.

yes, it was just last night you had made a move with each other but the sexual tension had been apparent for quite some time, yet neither of you knew the other felt it as well. now it was obvious you both felt it before as he continued to lift your hips up and bring them back down onto him, whispering little praises that he wasn’t even sure you’d be able to hear.

you felt his body tremble beneath you, and soon enough yours began to do the same. the way his hips jerked up to meet yours as they came down hit that spot inside of you just right, causing you to groan loudly and sink your nails into his torso.

he shuddered as sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the crisp chill of the dungeons, his movements becoming more rapid like he was chasing after something, desperately reaching out for release.

you moan loudly, bouncing on his dick and feeling wave after wave of ecstasy rush through your body, building up and causing a tight knot to form in your lower abdomen.

you shiver and shakily moan “s-severus i’m-“ but he just shushed you, groaning as you tightened around him.

you gasp loudly, nails scratching and clawing at his chest and your body arching up as you release all the pent up sex you had felt, your orgasm washing over you and taking you whole. you breathe heavily and shakily, collapsing on his chest in a cold sweat as he continued to chase his own orgasm, not slowing down his ravishing pace, bringing you up then down, up then down, up then down again until he suddenly groaned, releasing the sexiest sound you think you’d ever heard as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, holding you down as his own orgasm took over him.

you clenched around him as he painted your walls white, releasing everything inside you, not pulling out yet even when everything was settled down. he waited for his breathing to steady once again before lifting you back up and off of him.

there was a loud sucking noise as he pulled you off of him, both of your sexes tired and spent.

once again it felt like words weren’t needed, as if to speak meant to shatter the fragile air around you.

his large, cold arms snaked around you once again, holding you on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair.

“sever-“ you began, but he just shushed you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. he was peculiar that way, you guessed.but nonetheless you enjoyed the silence, even if it meant the exchange between the two of you may never be brought up again, perhaps it was for the better.

but you didn’t give it a second thought, instead drifting back to sleep on his chest and in his arms, the cold air around you seeming scorching on your skin as your mind wandered to other things, eventually becoming unconscious and calm, leaving room for nothing but contentment to fill either of your body’s.

perhaps when you wake up again you’d find that history tends to repeat itself, but one can only hope.

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can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue LMAOO anywayyssss thank you for reading!!!!! finally out of my drafts

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[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 28: **To Floo or Not to Floo

Authors Note: Woah it's been a while! But to make up for my absence, I think I have written the dirtiest, smuttiest chapter that I have ever written! I hope you enjoy it and remember to let me know what you think!

Somewhere in my very sleep deprived night I made my decision, I had potions in the afternoon tomorrow and intended to go. I refuse to let Severus’ bad attitude and lack of emotional control ruin my grade and my chances at becoming an auror after I graduate next year. 

So the next afternoon, I sauntered my way to the dungeons with Mari beside me. She was going on about her plans with Edwin at the weekend, and I nodded along to her description of their plans to walk by the Black Lake and have lunch at the Three Broomsticks. It does warm my heart to see how smitten they are with each other. I knew that once Edwin finally got the courage to tell her that they would end up together, not an official relationship yet…But it’s coming. 

We continued our chat until Severus began class. I had not so much as glanced in his direction since I trotted into the room and sat in my seat. I only glanced up when Severus cleared his throat to announce that he was ready to begin and we all needed to shut it. 

“Today you will be completing an examination…” He grabbed a stack of parchment from his desk and began walking around the room, placing the test in front of each person. “And you would be wise to heed this warning…If any of you utter so much as a word this examination will be marked as a T towards a major portion of your grade.” 

Well he was in a mood today, and I honestly wasn’t surprised by that considering his run in with Harry yesterday and then our fight afterward. I made sure when he stalked past me I didn’t look at him and when he smacked the test down on the wooden desk in front of me, like he had to everyone else and my heart twinged with a small amount of guilt before I remembered why I was angry with him and continued to scowl down at my quill. 

I glance over at Marigold who is scribbling on her parchment, her eyes flit up to mine and she gives me a ‘I wonder what crawled up his ass’ look. I just shrugged and looked back down at my test, doing my best to answer the questions that were much harder than usual and I internally rolled my eyes at his pettiness. 

The test took the entire class period to complete and by the end of the two hours everyone looked a bit worse for wear. Sweat dribbled down foreheads that were so red from being rubbed raw in frustration, robes were haphazardly worn and hair was sticking up in all directions. Usually people left Severus’s classroom in a hurry but the level of speed they left with today was beyond anything I had ever seen. 

After class was dismissed I waited for Marigold to pack her bag, still avoiding the gaze of the dungeon bat that I could feel on me. Mari and I were the last two in the classroom due to her spending an extra 10 minutes on the last question to make sure her answer was complete and she left out no steps for brewing liquid luck. She was smiling triumphantly as she walked over to Severus’s desk and laid her parchment on the top of the stack. 

Once she had made her way over we both turned to leave and I stopped cold when I heard his voice call out dismissively. 

“Astrill…Stay…” I turned around to face him but he wasn't looking up at us, he was still buried in whatever he was grading at his desk. 

I looked over at Mari who just shrugged, “Sorry Sir…” I hesitated for a second thinking of a good excuse as to why I wouldn't be able to stay behind to speak to him and I know he noticed because he looked up at me, and raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I have a meeting with Professor Flitwick this afternoon, going over some advanced charms that I couldn't quite pick up on in class.” I huffed out a nervous laugh and he continued to stare at me, no doubt realizing that I was indeed not over his little outburst and I had no interest in speaking to him. 

“Very well…” Was all he said before he tilted his head towards his desk again and resumed scribbling. 

Mari and I walked toward the great hall together, we were meeting up with Edwin and heading to the library to study for our upcoming exams and Marigold and I both knew that Edwin was in desperate need of any help he could get. 

We were stopped in our tracks by a mob of students running from the great hall to the courtyard. So naturally, we followed them and were met with exploding fireworks of every color erupting into the sky and Fred and George Weasley flying through them on their broomsticks. 

The laughter and joy echoed through the courtyard and everyone seemed to have a new level of energy at the sight of a disheveled and slightly charred Umbridge trying to regain control of rowdy teenagers who were sick of her rules. I smiled over at Edwin who was clapping and cheering for Fred and George and that's when I saw him… 

Harry had fallen to his knees, I grabbed Edwin’s robe and pulled him with me through the crowd toward Harry. Hermione and I knelt beside him and he looked between us with a look in his eyes that was more than panic…It was absolute terror. 

“He’s got Sirius.” Was all he said before standing up and pushing through the crowd towards the entrance to the school. Hermione and I looked at each other, unsure of what we were going to do next, until we made the silent decision to follow after him which led to Ron and Edwin following us. 

“Harry, wait!” I called out as we rushed to the staircase. “How do you know You-Know-Who didn’t just put those images in your head to lure you into a trap?”

Harry looked beyond annoyed at the fact we were stopping him, turning toward us. “Am I just supposed to let him die? He is the only family I have left.” He was out of breath and the panic in his face made my heart ache for him. 

“How…Are…We going…To get…To him?” Edwin asked, trying desperately to catch his breath. 

Harry turned back towards the corridor the staircase had now changed to, “We are going to have to use the floo network.” 

“But Umbridge has all of the chimneys under surveillance.” Hermione countered. 

We followed Harry towards the common room. “Not all of them.” 

Once we were all changed from our robes and into normal clothing we made our way to Umbridge’s office, the obnoxious pink stones and the smell of sickly sweet perfume greeting us as we entered the room. 

Harry crouched by the chimney and we all gathered around him, “When I’m gone, alert the order if you can.” 

Ron, Hermione, Edwin and I all looked at each other quickly. “Are you mental? We’re going with you.” Ron stated matter of factly. 

“It’s too dangerous.” Harry countered. 

I sighed “Harry, you do realize at this point we are all in this mess together….right?” 

“That. You. Are.” Her voice made us all turn around to the door quickly. Umbridge looked utterly in tatters, her pink outfit was burnt to a crisp and her face was covered in soot…And she looked utterly insane with rage. 

Her wand was pointed towards us and we knew not to try to fight her, we had to get to Sirius and we needed to play along as long as we could. Following behind as she entered the room was the group of stuck-up Slytherins who joined her little rat squad, their wands pointed at a few of our DA members. Luna, Neville, and Ginny as they forced them past Umbridge and towards the wall. 

After a few moments, the Slytherins were posted behind all of us with their wands pointing into whatever portion of our bodies they could reach. Harry, on the other hand, was planted in a chair with Umbridge circling him like an animal who has just found its prey. 

Her only thought was that we were all going to Dumbledore, to conspire against the ministry and overturn Fudge and his nonsense, it was quite comical actually but I was a bit too preoccupied with Pansy’s wand shoved into my spine to giggle at Umbridge’s hysteria. 

“You sent for me, Headmistress?” His black clothed form covered the doorway entirely and my blood ran cold. Severus thought I had disbanded from this little ‘trouble making group’ as he called it and now he was being asked to provide Umbridge with truth-telling serum to interrogate Harry, if he brought the potion…we are all screwed. 

His eyes searched the room and landed on me, I could see the rage building behind his emotionless expression…Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Severus of course offered to poison Harry but thankfully he informed Umbridge that she had indeed gone through his storage of veritaserum, which rendered him useless to her. 

He turned to make his way back down the stairs when he suddenly stopped and turned back around. “Headmistress…Finley and Astrill are due to serve detention with me this evening, seeing as they are in need of in addition to what they are already facing…Would you allow them to serve their punishment in the dungeons with me?” 

My heart leapt in my chest and I looked over at Edwin who was wide eyed. At this point, neither one of us knew if staying here would in fact be worse than going to the dungeons with Severus but when Umbridge agreed with a sneer on her face we knew we would soon find out. 

Severus said nothing until we entered the classroom, shutting and locking the door behind us with a flick of his wand. Turning to face Edwin and I who were planted side by side as close to the exit as we could possibly get in case we needed a speedy get away, Severus huffed out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“How idiotic can you be?” His voice was wavering and I could tell he was holding back anger. He took a deep breath before continuing. “Finley…You are meant to be her protector in my stead, how am I to trust you when you allow her into such ridiculous predicaments.” 

Edwin’s eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon…I’m not sure if you actually know the same Aurora that I do because it didn’t matter what I said or how I said it…If she wants to do something, she is going to do it. So don’t go blaming me for not locking her away in her room against her will.” 

I looked at Edwin, my eyes bulging with surprise at his tone with Severus, who he was normally terrified of. Severus’ jaw tensed and he glared at Edwin. “Leave…Now…” He bit out and Edwin and I both turned to the door, my hand reaching to unlock the large iron lock when Severus spoke up again. 

“Not you my Little Star…” He took a few steps closer so he was now standing in the middle of the dimly lit room. “I believe we are overdue to have a discussion.” 

Edwin looked over at me, his eyes searching mine for an answer to if I was planning to stay or bolt from the room with him. In response I just nodded silently and turned to face Severus, giving Edwin room to unlock and open the door. My best friend turned and gave me one last look for reassurance before walking down the cold hallway, leaving me alone with a very angry Severus Snape. 

When the door slammed closed I jumped a little, turning to make sure it was locked because I knew this conversation was not going to be a pretty one. But to my surprise when I turned back around, Severus was directly in front of me. 

I inhaled, expecting the worst reprimand I had ever been given, but shock was all I was met with when Severus quickly cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine at an almost bruising rate. 

He continued to kiss me as he pushed me against the wooden door, his tongue invading my mouth as my arms circled his neck, trying desperately to bring him closer to me. The wetness pooled between my legs in anticipation of what's to come and my mind was fuzzy with lust. This was definitely not the reaction I was expecting from him but I’m not complaining.  

When he pulled away we were both breathing heavily and our lips were red and raw from the force of our kissing. My core clenched when he leaned down, his mouth ghosting against my ear. “Go to my bedroom and take off your clothes. You’d better be bending over my bed when I get in there.” I nodded silently and he tsked, gripping my jaw in his hand “Now now Little Star, is that the proper way to address me?” I gulped, I could feel my wetness soaking through my knickers at his demanding tone…So this is how he wants to play? 

“Yes sir.” He smiled darkly and pecked my nose. 

“Good girl…Now. Go.” I bolted out of the classroom and through the door to his private chambers, removing clothing as I went, and by the time I reached his room I was left in my black knickers and bra. I didn’t wear them on purpose, they are just comfortable so I guess it's just good luck for Severus that his favorite color is black and he will likely be tearing these off of me. 

I do ask he asks and lay on the bed, my torso is laying on the bed and my feet are still planted on the cold stone floor, my rear facing the doorway so it will be the first thing Severus sees when he enters the room and the anticipation for what's to come has be rubbing my thighs together trying to relieve the ache that is settling in my center. 

I could hear his footsteps echoing down the short hall and my stomach tightened when they stopped abruptly in the doorway. He approached me quickly, grabbing my ass with both of his hands and squeezing quickly before releasing. Those magnificent hands ran up my body until one of them landed in my hair at the base of my neck, gripping tightly and pulling my upper half towards himself as he leaned forward and pushed his covered cock into my rear. 

“I am so looking forward to turning this beautiful bottom red with handprints.” He whispered in my ear, his unoccupied hand traveling back down my body to my hip and grinding his cock into my ass making me moan at the sensation. “Do you remember your safeword Little Star?” 

I panted out a hurried “Yes sir.” and he chuckled darkly releasing my hair. 

“Remind me of what it is, won’t you Precious?” 

“Slytherin…Sir.” I moaned when I felt his hands gently pull my underwear down. 

“Good girl.” Was all the response he gave before I felt the hard sting of his hand on my ass. I squealed at the force of the slap and he chuckled. 

“When you make a promise to me…” Another slap. “I expect you to keep it.” 

“I’m sorry!” I gripped onto the duvet as his hand came down again, despite the pain of the spanking he was giving me, my core wept for him and he knew it. 

“It’s a bit too late for that.” Slap. Slap. Slap. 

I counted 15 smacks before he finally felt that I had been sufficiently punished and rubbed a soothing hand over my bottom, slowly making his way down to my now drenched core. 

“My my…You enjoyed that didn’t you?” He ran his fingers through my dripping folds, my breathing picking up with anticipation. “I would normally give you my fingers as preparation for my cock…But I don’t think you are deserving of it.” 

I whined when his fingers left my heated flesh and returned to my legs, bending them at the knee and propping them on the bed so I was spread out for him completely. I screamed into the duvet when he rammed his cock into my pulsing heat, my hands gripping the fabric so tightly my knuckles were turning white from the force. I assumed he had wordlessly used magic to remove his clothing but at the current moment I was too preoccupied to care about how, all I cared about was the fullness I know felt inside me and the brutal pace he set without so much as giving me time to adjust to his size. His hips pistoned into me while his hands gripped my hips, keeping me from pulling away from his relentless thrusting. 

“S-Severus…” I moaned, I felt my core clenching as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. 

The sound that left my mouth when his thrusts stopped was almost primal, my body bucking into his trying to regain some type of friction to pull back the feeling of release that was slowly fading to nothing. 

“Did you really think you were going to get release that quickly?” His voice was rough and gritty as he pulled out of me almost like it was more torture for him than me. “Oh my darling Little Star, you are going to wish you had kept your promise to me.” 

“Please Sir, I need you to fuck me.” 

“Is that so?” He taunted, rubbing his head down the length of my slit teasingly. “Lie against the headboard and spread your legs.” 

I hurried to do as he instructed, my head now resting against the pillows and my legs spread enough to leave him room to crawl between them. Once he was settled between my legs, he flicked his wrist and i felt the rough fiber of ropes slither their way around my ankles, tying my legs in place so I was powerless against him. 

“I quite enjoy you like this…Spread out for me to take…To pleasure…” He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking roughly on the hard peak before releasing it. “To punish…” 

My eyes rolled back into my skull when he entered me again, this time slowly thrusting in and out of me. Slow enough that I could feel every vain and ridge of his hard cock gliding against my sensitive walls. My hands flew to his shoulders, scratching his sallow skin with my nails as he fucked me into oblivion. 

“More…Please” I was pleading with him, my legs beginning to shake with my building climax. If he would just go a little faster, just fuck me a little harder….

Thankfully for me, he decided he was done torturing me and rammed into my sopping pussy, his pace was now relentless and brutel again and I pushed my head against the pillows. My feet pulled against the ropes, trying to break free to wrap my legs around his waist. I knew I was going to have rope burns but at this point I was beyond the point of caring. 

“Are you going to lie to me again?” He asked, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into me. 

I shook my head furiously. “N-no s-sir.” I stuttered, trying my best to talk through the pleasure. 

“Good girl. Now you had better soak my cock with your cum before I decide to stop and send you back to your dormitory unsatisfied and dripping wet.” 

That was all it took for my orgasm my rip through my body, vision turning white as my walls clenched around him causing him to erupt with a loud moan. 

Severus collapsed on top of me, trying to catch his breath and lazily flicking his hand to release my ankles from the ropes. My hands circled his neck and I hugged him tightly as we both basked in the after-effects of an incredible orgasm. His breathing slowed after a few moments before he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. 

“Spend the summer with me Aurora?”

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

#sorrynotsorry

[sulkysnape]

How would Severus react to his s/o joining the Order?

How would Severus react to you joining the Order...

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You were weary about telling him in the first place. Severus' reactions to news was always up in the air. You thought back to the time you told him you wanted a cat, by bringing a cat home. He did not take that news very well. But the news this time wasn't lighthearted like adopting a new furry friend.

You took your time closing up your classroom for the day. Having dinner with Severus was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Lying was not your forte, and lying to Severus was even more difficult. You knew that you would crumble the second he asked you how your day was.

You had nothing left to do in your classroom, so you had no choice, but to make your journey to your shared chambers. You dragged your feet as you turned the corner to the hallway leading to your chambers. You clenched your fist with one hand as you turned the doorknob with the other. The door swung open and you were instantly hit with the scent of roasted chicken. Closing your eyes, you took in the scent.

After changing into your evening clothes, you walked into the kitchen. Severus was standing behind the counter preparing two plates of dinner. He greets you with a smile and a kiss on the forehead before setting the dinner plates on the dining table. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the table. You each relish the silence for a few moments, enjoying the first few bites of dinner.

Severus breaks the silence as you take another bite of food.

“How was your day, love?” He asks. 

You look up from your food and think for a few moments. You clear your throat before speaking.

“It was good.” You begin “We began talking about why muggle’s need electricity today… It was an amusing topic.”

You took another bite of chicken as you thought carefully about your next words. 

“There’s something else I've been wanting to speak to you about, dear.”

“Hm?” Severus’ eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been speaking with Minerva lately…” You took a deep breath “Things are getting scary again… and I think…” 

Severus let you speak. He’s always let you speak. You watched him take a drink of his wine as he let you collect your thoughts. 

“I’m joining the Order, Sev.” 

He swallowed roughly as he looked at you with a confused face. 

“The Order?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to read his expressions to understand how he was feeling. Severus stopped looking at you as millions of thoughts raced through his mind. 

“I’m not going to just stand back when things go to hell, Severus.”

“But do you not understand what position that could put me in, Y/N.”

You were aware of the possible danger that came with joining the Order. Your husband was doing his duty by helping Albus, so why couldn’t you do your part? 

“It’s not that I doubt your strength or your courage.” His hands grip his wine glass. 

The room is silent for a few moments. You watch as his eyes dart across the room as he thinks about what to say next. 

“I walk on shards of glass every day. If Voldemort suspects… If he even hints that my loyalties are divided–” 

“Do you doubt me, Severus?” You interrupt him sharply. 

Severus pauses, his expression changing to one of quick regret as he turns to you, his eyes softening. There’s a moment of silence as he chooses his words carefully. 

“No, Y/N. It’s not you I doubt. My fear… it isn’t of your loyalty or your capability. It’s the thought of you in harm’s way that I cannot bear.”

You search his face, trying to understand the depth of his concern. 

“Severus, I know the risks. But I cannot let fear dictate our actions. We do this together.”

You gripped onto his hand for reassurance. You understood that this decision would most likely have its consequences, but it was a choice you were willing to make. You watched Severus think through his thoughts before finally looking at you. 

Severus finally let out a sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he allowed a small, resigned smile to grace his lips– a rare and precious sight. 

“Somehow, you always manage to convince me,” he admits, his voice soft, laced with a mixture of admiration and affection. “Your determination… it’s impossible to argue against.”

He squeezed your hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the path you’ve chosen.  “Together, then.”

[deepperplexity]

Title: Beg, My Sweet

» Part 3 of Rolled Sleeves [Part 1 | Part 2]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Hogwarts, Potions classroom, late evening

A/N: Hi there darlings 🙈🥰 It's been a while, huh? Last time we left you and Severus in quite the state... And, I did receive some wishes for another part of this story so now that I had an absolute craving for writing some Sev-Smut I jumped right back into this story 🤭👏 I hope you've been doing well and that you're excited to read some more! 🖤

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Tags/TW’s: Sub/Dom, Bondage, Physical Restriction, Submission, Penetration, Fingering, Light Aftercare, Orgasm Denial, Slight Breath Play, Ownership, Collaring (This is not tagged as BDSM since it does not follow the rules, restrictions, or etiquette of BDSM.)

Word Count: 3.1k+

Recap: ...The groaned moan he let lose sent you over the edge and you quivered, your muscles were spasming while your inner walls clenched around the maddening void.

You whimpered and closed your eyes despite not wanting to do so as his glorious face set in soft lines of pleasure was there for you to witness while everything felt out of order, misplaced and toppled over within you. Your world was being rocked in the most profound, life-altering manner. All with just his unbelievable control, his domination executed in a way more perfect than you could ever have imagined. The pleasure in your soul rivalled that of your convulsing body in the throws of ecstasy.

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Your heart roared, and every inch of you ached in pleasure while you starved for his touch. You were locked in his magic and the tight hold of your hair, unable to move a single muscle while you felt your insides writhe with the need to physically convulse on the outside. No more than a shudder managed to rake through your muscles in a visible manner though.

“Little one,” Severus said and you looked up at him in a daze. His hand stroked its way from the back of your head to your cheek before the back of his fingers graced your heated skin gently. His cock still rested semi-erect within your messy mouth while your dripping cunt cried for him.

“Such sweetness,” he said calmly while his finger stroked away a salty tear before he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and swallowed the remains of his cum. “Professor,” you exhaled in a whimper, like the needy little sub you were for him. “You’re still breathing,” he said, almost with disapproval in that baritone voice of his. “Perhaps, I have not done well enough. Perhaps my cum is not enough to drown you, little one,” he continued and your eyes widened ever so slightly at the darkness within his as he nearly smirked.

He flicked his wand and you inhaled deeply with a gasp as the restraint disappeared. You slumped forward, barely having enough time to reach out your hands before you would have crumbled face-first atop the cold stone.

Severus crouched before you and you managed to raise your head a second before his chilly hand grasped your chin, his rough fingers harsh against your skin yet it felt like he held back — his fingers softer than what they could have been. But, you were too enamoured by the way his eyes sought to devour you to fully notice the care in his hold — the offer of support in it.

“You have no idea what despicable things I wish to do to you, my sweet,” he said in half a growl bordering on a murmur. “P-professor,” you said quietly while your eyes flicked between his. “Sir…” “Stand,” he simply ordered and released you while straightening up to his full height, towering above you with those arms still on display by the rolled sleeves.

You tried to rise, tried to force your shaky legs to obey but the need in your flesh, the desperation flooding your veins left you a mess on the hard floor chilling your burning skin. You panted and pushed yourself upwards, forced your legs to straighten while you reached out a hand to stabilise yourself with the desk you’d gripped so fiercely but a few moments ago when he’d first rolled up that white shirt and wrecked you instantly.

“Stand,” he demanded while your quivering legs had nothing on the ache in your core. I-, I can’t… “Little one,” he whispered right by your ear, startling a gasp out of you. “Disobedience displeases me, greatly, my sweet…” The severity of his voice, the rumbling demand within the tone, sent a shiver along your spine. The control he spoke with caused havoc to shake you within.

You pushed against the desk and stood up, your legs like noodles beneath you yet you managed to remain standing with your eyes hooking on the buttons of his vest. “Good,” he said, and that one word made you feel things not suitable to name out loud. “Now, let’s see how well you hold up,” he continued and your hands grasped at something wrapped around your throat. You could feel it yet there was nothing there for your fingers to claw at despite the cinching sensation.

You gasped for breath, only half able to breathe while your fingers scratched at your throat and adrenaline shot through your veins. “You will never come to harm in my care,” Severus said before he stepped back from you. “Feel it,” he commanded and your fingers stopped clawing, they simply rested around your constricted throat while he looked at you with something you could only describe as boundless want.

As you allowed the sensation to fully develop, to be sensed without panic, you discovered you could breathe with deliberate effort. “Accept it,” he said silkily, his eyes raking your body — lingering on your exposed breasts still sticky with his cum. “S..Sir,” you managed to squeeze out and his lips lifted in half a small smile, he looked approving of your small voice and you relaxed further as his control shined in those onyx eyes seeking to drown you in dark want.

He flicked his wand. Buttons scattered and seams ripped. Your clothes fell away from your body while your hands were raised above your head before invisible bonds held them in place.

Your eyes widened as something wrapped around your ankles and forced your legs to part. Your soaked cunt was fully exposed to the cold air yet it offered no reprieve from the burn within you. Your breathing turned shallower, you struggled more and more to fully fill your lungs but the thing around your neck wasn’t the issue. The smirking man with a cosmos of pleasure in his eyes was.

The invisible bonds of magic around your ankles and wrists tightened and stretched you into an X in the middle of the classroom. The fumes of the cauldron made the air thick and your brain turned muddled as your body ached and screamed for his touch — as it had done for longer than you could truly bear now that he was so close.

Severus moved closer, each step an ominous thud while your hands clenched and your knees buckled under your need. The light sound of wood against wood forced you to focus your eyes, his wand lay abandoned atop the desk next to you while his fingers undid the buttons of his vest. Your already shallow breathing turned ragged.

“For such a long time, you have taunted me,” he said in a harsh drawl. “Flicking with your gaze, biting that lip of yours,” he continued while laying the garment next to his wand. “Strutting about the castle with that body clad in far too tight clothes. Lowering your gaze when meeting mine in such a tormenting manner.” “Sir,” you exhaled. “Quiet,” he demanded while he tugged loose his cravat and undid the first button of his white shirt.

You bowed your head under his harsh command, softening your shoulders as he took full control of the situation and your body. I’ve dug my heart’s grave, you thought in defeat as you realized there was more than your submission offered here and you had no idea if there was more offered by him than his dominance in this one little moment. Your physical nudity suddenly meant very little when you felt exposed beyond measure as his eyes traversed every part of you — you could feel his viewing of you on a soulful plain.

“I have been patient, kind to let you pass by time and time again,” he said when his hand stroked your cheek calmly. How you wished that touch to be elsewhere. “No more,” he declared and your head jerked up, your eyes meeting his instantly as he stood so utterly close. “Accept it,” he demanded while you felt the thing around your neck squeeze in pulses matching his tone.

You tugged on the restraint when his hand left your cheek. “Please,” you whimpered while your peaked nipples grew too taut, your core too achingly empty, and your skin too starved of his chilly touch. “Beg, little one,” he said. “Beg, for me to touch you as my entire self has begged for you to crumble under my fingertips.”

You moaned and whimpered as he stepped even closer, if you inhaled as deep as when the buttons had popped your breasts would have graced his chest. But there was no chance for you to do so. “Beg, my sweet,” he demanded and you whimpered while your thighs attempted to close, to rub against one another and offer your clit some friction, but you were bound too tightly.

You sought his eyes, sought to watch him devour you without a single touch but his harsh gaze forced you to bow your head. To surrender. “Please,” you whispered. “Please, Sir… Please, touch me. I-, I beg you…” you whimpered while tears began to drip from your chin. “My sweet…” he said quietly but there was no touch to be felt. “Sir, please, please, oh please,” you whimpered while your body burned and quivered under his glare.

You gasped as something materialized around your throat. The pressure, the squeezing, ended and something thin and cold laid itself against your skin. “You are mine,” he whispered and kissed the shell of your ear. “Now feel just what I do to things under my fingertips, in my grasp.”

His hands stroked up along your sides, the chill of his skin sending instant goosebumps all over your body while you jerked your head up. Meeting his gaze, your breath faltered despite the freeing of your airways. The pride shining in his eyes had you on the verge of crumbling. “My good girl,” he mused when his hands cupped your heavy breasts, his thumbs toying with your nipples in slow circles deriving a suffocated moan from you.

You whimpered and moaned as his hands abandoned your breasts, moving down along your hips until he slides them in between your parted thighs. Your body jerked, your head throwing back of its own accord as he pushes them further apart. His fingers skimmed the outside of your folds, sending jolts of burning pleasure through you as you tugged on the restraints. “My sweet, such need you are utterly drenched in,” he mused with the hint of a chuckle as his finger skimmed your seam in a shallow manner. “Haaa—” “You have caused me such trouble, such sleepless nights,” he said quietly, the drone of his voice as shallow as his fingers grazing your aching clit. “Please, please,” you whimpered and he cupped your cunt but stilled as you tensed all over. “Quiet,” he said as his hand hardened. “I wish to enjoy this. Your whimpering makes my cock weep,” he declared with such severity in his voice one could have thought he spoke of life and death.

“I-, I’m s-sorry, Sir,” you stuttered between gasps as the tip of his finger entered you and you saw stars. “Look at me, little one,” he said and your eyes fluttered for a moment before you managed to find his. “Good girl,” he praised and your heart soared when his hand softened and his finger dove deeper.

He tortured you, leisure strokes only egging you on further. He turned you into a panting mess — your chest too tight, your skin set aflame, your nerves and muscles tangled up into unyielding knots of desperation and need. The room filled up with your heaving breaths, your suffocated moans and whimpers as his fingers played you perfectly. Two inside you while his thumb moved over and around your clit in measured motions perfect for torture of the sweetest, damnedest kind.

“Look what you do to me,” he said and your eyes lowered only to see his cock looking hard to the point of pain while it rested in his hand. “I’ll have you squeeze me dry while you come, little one.” “Sir…” Your breath caught in your throat and you whimpered as his hand abandoned you. “Beg, my sweet. Beg, and I shall let you come,” he said with finality and demand.

You begged. You begged through a choked breath for him to make you come. You begged for the pleasure, begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you. The next second the magical bonds around your wrists moved, pulled you forward and down while Severus moved behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist — holding you up while his warm cock nested itself between your cheeks behind.

He leaned forward as you were stretched in the same direction. The buttons of his shirt shimmied over your bare back before his weight landed and he squeezed your midsection gently. “Say my name,” he whispered. “Sir?” you asked in a whimper while his cock situated itself between your buttocks. “Say my name, little one. Not Sir, not Professor, my name,” he demanded. “S-Severus.” “Fuck.” “Severus…” you exhaled quietly and he groaned while his cock pulsed against you as you relaxed. Feeling his name roll off your tongue in a warm caress of affection for the man holding you, who made you tremble and burn while your heart ached for him.

“Your wet cunt has been in my dreams,” he confessed while the myriad of fantasies and dreams of him you’d had swirled like a haze at the back of your mind — not measuring up to reality in the slightest. “Yet, you far outweigh any conjuring of my dark mind, my sweet. Let us see if that dripping cunt milks me dry as fast as I believe,” he hummed, and despite his confession — the declaration that you held control and power over him — his control far outweighed any and all things at that moment. His entire body was stiff and still, only his slightly quicker breaths and solid cock hinting at his excitement and you rejoiced at it — his control the exact thing you had always dreamt of, always needed, always wished for.

His body straightened behind you and you were jolted out of the relaxed haze when the tip of his cock moved down along your seam until he pushed at your opening. You jerked as he began to slide in, feeling your insides strain to accommodate his girth. “Haaa—” Your body tensed as he kept pushing. “You are perfection,” he groaned as he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you up and pulling you back while he pushed forward.

Once he was halfway, your soaked walls yielded and he slid in without hindrance. A hissed breath left him while you moaned and pushed back even more, hanging on the bonds around your wrists to offer support as he claimed you fully. “Perfection,” he groaned. “Please, please let me come,” you moaned as sweat dripped from your eyebrows and nose. You were at your limit. Crossing every line you’d ever reached before. “No, your pleasure is mine to gift.”

He withdrew and slid back in, a slow pace started as he tortured you with leisure and steadiness. Each stroke was a hellish touch of pleasure. Each thrust deliberate and calculated, each hardening of his fingers, each motion within his full control. You were beyond turned on, beyond the point of breaking as tears mixed and mingled with your sweat and there was nothing holding your trembling body beyond him and his magic.

“You are doing so good,” he praised, his breathing harder than before. “Please, Severus,” you said as he upped the pace, thrusting into you with vigour a second later. You moaned as his cock filled you perfectly, his once chilly fingers now warmed by your contact and gripping you harder. “Say my name,” he demanded through clenched teeth and you said it like a choked blessing. Your orgasm was kept at bay by his control of your body, the lack of his allowance for it to happen.

Your entire body turned rigid as he upped the pace to a pounding, a relentless claiming that had you screaming out. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come, sweet one.”

There was no world. No stars or air. The oceans and heavens turned to nothing as your orgasm rocked your entire existence. There was nothing but his throbbing cock and your shaking body. Nothing but his groans of pleasure and your screams of ecstasy. Nothing but your muscles’ spasms and the absolute bliss of pleasure crashing over you — drowning you.

You couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t form any words or sounds as you sagged like a ragdoll within his grip. “Such a good girl,” he praised while he pulled you against his body. “My sweet little one,” he said with reverence in his baritone voice but you were barely aware of it. The pleasure, the exhaustion, the tension leaving your body too consuming. The only sensation allowed beyond the pleasure making you lax was that of his strong body holding you harshly. “Little one,” he murmured with his nose buried in your hair, “let me care for you.”

You were barely aware of the bonds disappearing, his firm arms hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, before the swaying of his steps nearly lulled you to sleep. A creaking sound reached your ears before a light thud and you were laid down atop something soft. “Let’s clean you up,” he said quietly by your ear and in the next second you felt all moisture and stickiness disappear. “You did so well,” he continued while you felt something heavy drape over your body. You wanted to open your eyes, to view him and talk with him and be with him but you were wholly incapable of moving a single muscle. You held on to consciousness by your thoughts' nails alone.

The mattress beneath you dipped, the heavy cover was lifted and you were suddenly in heaven as chilly, naked skin with a soft dusting of hair pressed against your back. You snuggled closer with what little energy you had and Severus kissed your exposed neck. The light thing around your throat that had first been cold was barely there to be felt any longer, acclimated to your body temperature.

“You are mine, for all time to come, little one.” You hummed at his words as the world fell away when he stroked the thing around your neck with tender fingers before kissing your shoulder only to draw the cover up all the way while pulling you as close as you could possibly be. You had never felt contentment in such a way before. Heaven had nothing on the feeling of being in his arms, sated and held with gentle strength.

“To think all I had to do was roll up my sleeves for you,” he chuckled while you lay on the brink between sleep and wakefulness. “Had I known, you would have been mine months ago. My sweet one. How I would have begged for you…”

You drifted away in a velvety bliss none could ever measure up to while his hands and lips caressed all your aching muscles and pleasure mingled with the hurt you wished to experience all over again.

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Day 3: The Snowball Effect

Pairing: Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader

Summary: [Y/n] goes to her professor in need of a lesson of how chemical reactions work. They opt for a more practical demonstration.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, student/professor. dubious moral, oral (male receiving) and a wild usage of the prompt (throws holy water at myself)

Word Count: 2.1K

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A different way to describe a chain reaction as he told [Y/n] was to imagine a snowball going down a hill and accumulating more snow as it went down before finally accumulating enough to cause an avalanche.

He explained to her that she should focus on how the snowball rolling down hill was the initiation of the reaction, followed by propagation - it accumulating more snow as it rolled down the hill becoming an avalanche at the end and finally, the termination of the reaction. When the avalanche finally comes to a stop and loses all its momentum and forward energy. That's how he said she should think about it.

After the explanation, he asked her if she had any more questions as she had stared at him with a bit of a confused twinkle in her eye. And something more.

"Dr. Michaelson-."

"Eli dear call me Eli."

"Eli I've never seen snow before. I think I might need a more practical example of this."

Who was he to not oblige his pretty little undergrad who had come to him for help?

"A practical demonstration you say? Well you're in luck," he drawled, a hungry grin on his lips as he eyed the woman sitting across from him who was shamelessly rubbing her thighs together already, excited for what was to come. "It just so happens that I was going to add one of those practical demonstrations to my syllabus. Mind helping me see how effective it is in teaching?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer as she popped up from her seat quickly and walked around the desk to his side only to find him rubbing his already freed cock that had an angry red looking head that seemed ready to burst.

When had he had time to do that?

Never mind that she was more interested in the demonstration as he had so called it as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the skirt considering how seasonally cold the floor was. She should ask him to turn on the heat next time knowing he would probably continue to insist on her wearing something well…accessible.

Turning his chair so that he was facing her and she was facing his cock, Eli removed his hand from himself before directing the kneeling woman to wrap her hand around him firmly but not too tightly.

"That's right wrap your fingers around it and feel free to squeeze oh that's it," he hissed as her cooler digits did as he commanded causing his hips bucking up at the temperature contrast. The contrast of temperatures brought an interesting sensation that was not at all unpleasurable as his cock twitched at the feeling.

"Good girl that's right, now go ahead and move your hand up and down and keep that grip of yours," he directed in a low grunt as she did as he told her.

"Like this sir?" She asked with a tone of innocence as she began to pump the thick member with a practiced paced that he wondered if she had been practicing with any of the boys in her class.

No no, he kept her occupied enough.

"Exactly ah fuck you learn quick don't you," he praised letting out a loud sigh of pleasure to let her know how much he was enjoying the hand job.

"Now open that mouth of yours and lick all around the tip, don't forget the slit ugh fuck yes that's my girl…then I want you to fuck your mouth with my cock can you do that?"

"Yes sir," she answered with no hesitation as she bowed her head, fingers still pumping his pulsing member before she was flicking her tongue around his tip and tasting the warm velvet flesh.

She tested the waters with light kitten licks around the head and small kisses before dipping her tongue in the sensitive slit that had Eli grabbing the arms of his chair and thrusting upwards involuntarily.

"Ugh Uhhn!"

Someone was sensitive today she thought briefly but she had no qualms about that as she continued doing as he had told her. She did enjoy hearing his grunts and groans as she alternated between rubbing his slit with her thumb, smearing him arousal and licking him clean. The salty tang of him was addicting as she swallowed the liquid each time it touched the tip of her tongue and soon enough she was sucking him off with her cheeks hollowed and noisy moans leaving her.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft while her hands grabbed at his thighs for purchase as she took more of him down her throat with each pass of her lips. Over and over wet gags filled the room along with expletives coming from Eli who was letting her do all the work of demonstrating his practical explanation of what a snowball effect looked like.

Though she wasn't sure if they were quite there yet.

"Fuck that's it use that little greedy mouth, fuck naughty little thing," he praised as she moaned and gagged on him yet went to take more until she was burying her face in his lap at one point.

It drew out a loud elongated raspy groan from the older man as he sat upright suddenly from the shock of pleasure that filled his veins. His sudden action caused his cock to slide deeper down her throat than she was prepared for causing her to almost choke. Yet she held her composure only letting out a loud whimper as he began to lift his hips up slowly thrusting into her already stuffed mouth.

"Oh god I'm enjoying this, ugh so much fuck gonna come in that little mouth of yours," he loudly grunted as his hand found the back of her head and began to push it down in tandem with his thrusts. "Don't swallow do you fuck understand? It's essential you keep all my semen in you mouth when I come!"

"Mhmmh mhmm!" She could only hum her understanding which only caused his cock to feel like it had hardened even more in her mouth at the vibrations.

That only meant one thing, and within in a few more moments of thrusting he came with a noisy shout of her name as as his sticky salty seed began to coat the inside of her mouth.

It was so much that she was scared he might drown her with it as he had told her not to swallow and she was keen on obeying. Thankfully he must have known how much she could take as he was pushing her off his cock only to have a few spurts paint her face causing her to let out a garbled whine.

She held her mouth closed though as she watched him lean back on his chair. Hair and shirt disheveled, face red and sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion of well...having her give him a blowjob for the sake of education.

"Now come sit here," he panted out pointing at his lap. "Open your mouth and let's see if we've collected enough of our test sample."

Scrambling up from the floor, she quickly planted herself on the knee of his spread legs before opening her mouth showing the pearly liquid that she held in her mouth.

Humming in approval at the sight, Eli ran his hand up her body before giving her tit a nice firm squeeze causing her to shut her mouth and groan at his touch.

"Excellent, with that we can do the actual demonstration, all you need to do is kiss me to start the reaction, oh you like the sound of that don't you?" He teased when she let out a low whine at his direction that was accompanied by him squeezing her side causing her to make another squeak.

"After that you just need to deposit our sample into my mouth, and then I'll give it back to you, and we'll do it oh about five times should be enough to get the point across. We can redo it later if we need to try again. Now come on let's get to work."

Hand cupping the back of her head and pushing it forward without warning, Eli pressed his lips against the woman's harshly licking at the seams of it before she was opening them and letting his cum slip into his mouth.

He groaned at the taste as it was now mixed with her saliva making it even sticker as he added his own before swapping it with her again. It was a messy process and [Y/n] was sure there was a bit running down her chin but it didn't stop her from letting him spit the substance in her open and waiting mouth before she was adding more to the mess.

They did this five times as he instructed, each time the ball of saliva and cum mixing before it was back in [Y/n]'s mouth causing her to puff her cheeks as the volume of liquid had indeed increased with them swapping it back and forth.

Taking a pleased look at her, Eli swooped down and gave her one last kiss before commanding her to.

"Swallow."

She did with a barely audible 'gulp' as he watched with a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"And that's what we call a snowball effect, I think it's a great way to teach don't you think?"

"Mhmm, but I think we may need to retry it.”

"Really and why's that?"

"Well Eli I think the sample loss some of it's volume due to human error," she pointed out, though her voice took on a teasing tone as she swiped some of the cum that had landed on her cheek and proceeded to suck it off her digits. His eyes followed her movements and he let out a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he felt his cock twitch at her salacious action.

"And I want to make sure I have a concrete understanding. Can't let my professor down now can I?"

Smirking at her 'reasoning' the older man could only let out a amused laugh before his hand trailed down and squeezed her ass causing her to moan and push herself closer to him.

"Such a studious student Ms. [Y/n], well then, let's repeat the expriment and see if we can improve our sample collection technique."

A/N: I just I'm so sorry LOLOLOL. No actually I'm not 🤣I hope u guys enjoyed this unhinged mess.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

~~~

Severus Snape Masterlist

[smilingformoney]

Sins of the Flesh

I. Innocence Lost

Summary: Sweeney Todd | Turpin/Reader | Judge Turpin is not a man known for his mercy, but his mercy is exactly what you need. How far are you willing to go to get it?

Warnings: Rape/non-con, sexual coercion, prostitution, sex for favours, power imbalance, breeding kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Read on Ao3.

[evans23]

A light in the dark

Pairing : David Friedman x Reader OC

Summary : Your day couldn’t have been worst but David knows how to cheer you up.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut.

A/N : Hello dear 😁 I’m not really used to writing smut so don’t be too harsh with me, I have a soft little heart.

Also read on AO3

David wasn’t an easy man. Certainly his job has a lot to do with that. But he tried really hard to be, if not softer at least less harsh when it comes to you. His gentle side was only for you to see.

You could pretty well deal with his sarcasm but sometimes you couldn’t help but take his cantankerous reflections for yourself. When it happenes, he, without fail, will feel guilty and try his best to make it up to you. However, and he knew it, you couldn’t sulk on him really long. You were irremediably in love with him and so did he, but of course, you were the one saying that out loud. David was more reserved, more demonstrative and less verbose. So, since the beginning of your relationship, you had tried to put up and deal with his grumpiness, his imperviousness to any kind of emotion and his jaded attitude about almost everything, as if nothing could impress him anymore.

But his shortcomings were counterbalanced by his kindness and thoughtfulness towards you. Never did he forget your birthday, to bring back your favorite cake when he went to the bakery or how you despised the smell of cooked onions. So, he didn’t cook any onions anymore for your greatest relief even though neither of you really cook. You were totally useless in the kitchen and David often worked passed midnight and therefore rarely ate with you except during his time off and then, you would order food to avoid being poisoned by your awful skills as a cooker.

David could also always tell when you needed him to let his bitterness down to be attentive to your needs.

Today was one of these days. You had a really hard day at work, trying to teach some English grammar to a bunch of boisterous and uninterested students, you were more than exhausted after three sleepless nights in a row because you were too occupied worrying about David being involved in a dangerous mission and, last but not least, your car had run down a few days ago and you had to take the train to commute to work. The station was twenty minutes on foot from and to David’s house. You had moved in with him six months ago for your biggest relief as you had to live with your parents before that. Being a teacher wasn’t a really paying job and before being involved with David, you had to be practical to not end on the street.

Unfortunately, the shiny sun of this morning had given in to a heavy rain at the exact moment when you had finished your day. Therefore, you arrived home drenched to the bones, shaking, freezing and ready to burst into tears at any time.

“Why in hell haven’t you called me when you arrived at the station ?” drawled the voice of David behind you.

You turn around to see him looking at you with concern.

“How should I know you were home ?” you grumbled, slightly irritated.

The rain was running off from your hair to your shoulders and along your back.

You tried to suppress a shiver but it didn’t go unnoticed by David who brought his large hands to your arms in the aim to rub off their coldness.

“I have some time off for my so much overtime at work.”

You glanced at him suspiciously. You didn’t buy it at all.

“What have you done, David ?” you asked with a frown.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You know me too well,” he mused before continuing “maybe a little argument with Matty…”

“David !” you scolded him gently.

“I don’t appreciate him trying to rule around my daughter ! He. Is. Not. Is. Father,” he said, emphasising each word, insisting on father.

Lily, his daughter with whom you had rapidly got along for his biggest happiness, was at the beginning of the adolescence and couldn’t stand the authority of her stepfather. David being the good dad he was, always stood on the side of his rebellious daughter each time she gave Matty, and indirectly her mother, a hard time. The first one couldn’t help but always keep on complaining about the turbulent child to David in the hope he would play the mediator between them. Of course, David, in addition that he didn’t really care about Matty’s distress, was quite proud of his daughter being mean to the man who had stolen his wife years ago when himself wasn’t at his best.

But again, it was before you. You were a real support for him and now, after an interminable and tiring day of work, he had you to comfort him rather than a bottle of cheap alcohol.

“Go in the bathroom and take a warm bath before catching your death,” he said in his deep, baritone voice. “I don’t need another whiner by my side,” he added playfully.

“Funny !” you snapped with a grimace.

“Oh, come on bunny, you know how you are when you’re sick. You become such a needy little thing.”

You let a chuckle escape your lips. Of course, he hadn’t missed the fact that you were ready to fall apart when you arrived and you knew he was trying to humour you a bit.

He couldn’t bear the sight of your tears as he felt so helpless each time you were nothing else but a crying mess.

You did as he said, trying to relax, letting the hot water heat your cold skin.

He joined you not long after you had begun to nod off.

“Bunny, don’t fall asleep in the tub," he said with a laugh.

He helped you to get out of the now more cold than lukewarm water and draped you in a fluffy towel.

“I made you a tea,” he said while looking at you while you were drying yourself off.

“You’re the best,” you muttered, dressing in one of his large shirts and a panties.

He looked at you with hunger, thinking how pretty you were in his clothes.

“I know what you are thinking,” you whispered.

For any answer, he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He easily scooped you up and you encircled his waist with your legs. He led the both of you into the bedroom where he gently threw you on the bed. He unfastened his belt while you look at him with desire, your exhaustion completely forgotten.

He hovered above you, taking off your shirt with a deliberate slowness.

“I want you, Dave.” you whispered while one of his hands had found its way to one of your breasts and the other was slowly moving down your stomach to your pussy.

“And how do you want me ?” he asked forcing you to lie down on your back, imprisoning you under his broad frame.

“Inside me.” you blurted out.

He bumped his hooked nose on yours playfully while kissing you hungrily.

Knowing your body better than yourself, he took the time to make you prepared, touching slowly your clit, knowing perfectly how to please you.

You rid him of his shirt, kissing him breathlessly as he played skilfully with your clit, making you gasp when one of his fingers found its way inside you, then a second, scissoring you by the inside, making you delightfully moaned while he smugly looked at you, enjoying himself and the pleasure he was giving you only with his fingers. You reached rapidly your climax, shouting his name. He shut you up with a kiss, gripping your hair as you scratched your nails in his back.

“Dav… David…” you stuttered.

He kissed your forehead, your neck, your breasts and then, in one thrust, he pushed himself inside you slowly, taking the time to savor the feeling of the two of you becoming one.

His touch was firm but kind while your nails dug deeper into the skin of his back, making him growl with pleasure.

As he began to lose himself in his own pleasure, you took the control by making him shift his position to make you able to straddle him. You passed one hand through his hair, ruffling it as your other hand was on his chest.

As your thrust intensified, you supported yourself by holding on to his large and strong shoulders. His hazel eyes looked at you with a non-restrained love, making your heart swell with love and affection as you felt your climax approached.

Wanting to take back the control, David flipped you over in one swift motion, touching you everywhere he could as you delved into the mattress.

“David, I’m coming,” you muttered, your eyes half closed.

“Don’t close your eyes, bunny. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you are coming.”

You obediently looked up at him, diving your eyes into his eyes while he was thrusting more deeply and faster into you.

You finally reached your climax, screaming his name. He followed you quite soon, burying his head into your breasts as he came deep inside you, his growl of pleasure muffled by your damp skin.

He throbbed inside you, holding you as you hadn’t yet recovered from the pleasure he had lavished you on.

When you finally came back to reality, he withdrew himself with a pop while you let a hiss escape your lips.

He kissed you dearly, holding you in his arms while you began to snooze off.

He looked at your delicate form, musing about how someone like him has been blessed with someone like you, an urging desire to protect you against all odds as you finally fell soundly asleep in his warmth.

The next morning, he heard you sniffing and coughing and he shook slightly his head with a smile.

“Davidddd…” you whined joining him in the living room. “I think my end is near…” you complained in a comical way as your stuffy nose and your sore throat made your voice crack.

“And there we are…” said David while feigning the irritation.

“This is not funny,” you said gloomily.

“You know, there is a way to get rid of an illness quicker.”

“Yeah ?” you questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“You just have to give it to someone else.”

And with these words being said, he kissed you fervently.