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ms-snape · 2 months ago

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Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that she’s pregnant? And didn’t know how to say it to Severus.

Title: New Hope

Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...

Words Count: 2000+

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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.

At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfrey’s guidance. She wasn’t one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.

Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfrey’s return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.

When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, “I’ve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. “Is it… is it serious?”

Pomfrey’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not in the way you might think.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. “You’re pregnant, Y/N.”

For a heartbeat, Y/N didn’t react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.

“You’re sure?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “Quite sure. Based on the symptoms you’ve described and the tests I ran, I’d estimate you’re about ten weeks along.”

Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. “I didn’t even think… Severus and I… we never talked about having children...”

The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severus’s past comments about children—his distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.

Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?

“I don’t know how to tell him,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “What if… what if he doesn’t want this baby?”

Pomfrey’s gaze softened with sympathy. “Y/N, I can’t speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.”

Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.

The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldn’t find the courage to tell him, not yet.

It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minerva’s voice broke through the haze.

“Y/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minerva’s eyes that it wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just… tired.”

Minerva’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/N’s weak facade. “You’ve been looking more than tired lately. I’ve seen you lost in thought during meals, and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. What’s going on?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloud—admitting the truth—felt too terrifying.

Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Y/N, I’ve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.

“I… I’m pregnant, Minerva,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Minerva’s sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. “That’s… well, that’s wonderful news, my dear!”

Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “I don’t know if it is. Severus… he doesn’t like children. We’ve never talked about having them. I’m terrified that he won’t want this baby.”

Minerva’s expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, Y/N,” she said quietly. “I can understand why you’re afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.”

Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. “What if he doesn’t want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?”

Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Give him a chance. He may surprise you. You’ve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child… it could be a new kind of hope for him.”

Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldn’t shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.

It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledore’s office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?

When she entered the Headmaster’s office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.

“Y/N, please sit,” he said, his voice kind yet commanding.

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.

“There is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,” he said softly. “I have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?”

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledore—he had a way of knowing, even when she didn’t want to say anything at all.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. “I see,” he said gently. “And this news troubles you.”

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “We all know that Severus doesn’t like children.Plus we’ve never talked about having them. I’m afraid… I’m afraid he won’t want this.”

Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. “Severus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. “What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. “Severus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apart—it will bring you closer.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes once again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a gift—a new beginning.”

That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.

They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.

“Severus” she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.

“What is it love?” he asked, setting the book aside.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Are you unwell?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…gosh this so hard to say.... I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.

Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didn’t want this.

But instead, she saw something she hadn’t expected—joy.

Severus’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. “You're carying....A child,” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “Our child.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.”I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this,” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I know you don’t like children, and I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”

Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

“I don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,” he said quietly. “A family. With you.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. “Are you… are you happy about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Severus’s smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes—a hope she had never thought possible.

“I’m more than happy,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m honored, I'm proud. I can’t wait to meet our child.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.

In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.

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marvel-snape-writes · 7 months ago

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What if snape fucking you in his potions closet and he has to muffle your cries with his big hand🫣and he tells you he’ll use truth serum on you if you don’t tell him exactly what you’re feeling 😵‍💫

Come On Time

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuuut

2.5k words Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope I did it some kind of justice 🫣🫶

Severus recognised her footsteps the moment he heard them echoing down the corridor. His mind immediately fell victim to trying to guess what she would be wearing; something revealing to entice him what he could have later, something excessively covered up to keep him guessing, or, perhaps, nothing… just like a couple of nights before.

His head turned in the direction of her footsteps, though his face remained expressionless. Once she was in clear view, she flashed him a smile, but it did come across a little weary.

“Sorry, Professor, I—” She began before he cut her off abruptly.

“Were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.” He finished her sentence for her in his own words, though he more spat than spoke.

“I… got caught up.” She swallowed hard, able to feel his temper through the air.

“Sh.” He brought his index finger to his lips and glanced up and down the corridor before reaching behind him and placing his hand on the door handle, “Come quietly.”

She nodded and followed him inside, feeling her heart rate increased as the door shut behind her. He paced to the far end of the Potions Closet and huffed loudly, his cloak swishing as he moved.

“Time escaped me, Severus…” She spoke timidly as she walked cautiously behind him.

“Enough.” He raised his hand and turned around, “You were made fully aware of the amount of time I have between classes,” His eyes walked all over her body, his lips remaining parted before speaking again, “And, yet, you failed to come when I asked.”

“Severus— uh, Professor, it was not my intention to come so late,” She spoke uneasily, “I swear…”

“No… excuses…” He shook his head, moving their faces closer between words and raising one of his large hands to cup her face in.

“I-I’m sorry.” She whispered, daring to place her hands upon his chest.

“’Sorry’ just isn't going to cut it this time, I'm afraid.” He flashed her a smirk, their lips only inches apart this time.

“How long have you got?” She asked, tickling her lips against his.

“Fifteen minutes less than I'd like.” He grumbled, finally claiming her lips.

Her hands moved to hold onto the lapels of his large overcoat and she pulled him forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss almost immediately. Snape stumbled forward slightly and placed his hands against the shelf just above her shoulders to steady himself.

“Mm, desperate…” She teased as their bodies collided, kissing him now with parted lips.

“Do not test my patience any further, Eleanor…” His grip on the shelves tightened and his kisses became less forgiving.

Their eyes fell shut and Eleanor’s hand slipped down the front of his body until they met with the front of his trousers, instinctively massaging her palm against him with each kiss. Severus’ hands moved to her hips and he whimpered against her lips, feeling his neediness already beginning to become obvious in the crotch of his pants. He pulled at her bottom lip and pushed his body forward against hers, pausing slightly when he heard the several glass bottles knock against each other as the shelf wobbled.

“This won't do,” He spoke in between breaths, pulling back slightly, “We’ll cause too much of a disturbance if all these come tumbling down.”

“What, and throwing me around your Potions Closet won't cause a disturbance?” She smirked.

“Sometimes I only kiss you to shut- you- up.” He snarled against her lips, lifting her off the ground and placing her on his desk.

“Bloody charming.” She giggled, leaning up to kiss him as her hands immediately darted to his crotch, desperately trying to unfasten his pants.

Severus didn't respond this time, only by grunting harder against her lips. His hands found the hem of her dress and he pushed it up slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. His fingertips slipped under the hem of her dress this time and brushed back and forth over her tights that were clung skin-tight to her thighs. Eleanor’s hand purposefully slipped from the fastening of his pants to instead grasping his hardened length through the material. Only seconds after her hand found his cock, Severus’ hand found her neck and grasped it loosely.

“Do not taunt me,” He warned, nipping at her lips, “I assure you it will not result in a gentle outcome.”

“What if that's what I want?” She asked, gripping the crotch of his trousers again and tugging them open.

“First, you don't show up for me on time, and now…” He gasped quietly when he felt her pull the zip of his crotch down properly.

“And now, Professor?” She arched a brow, their lips less than an inch apart.

He didn’t answer.

“Has the sharp-tongued Professor finally lost his tongue, hm?” She began to smirk until Severus gripped her hips and pulled her off the table, spinning her around and pushing her against it.

“I don't know how you have the nerve…” He spoke each word sharply, grasping onto her thighs and roughly pushing them apart — silently to her delight.

“Hmm?” She placed her hands flat against the table, gasping with a wide grin as Severus reached between her legs this time and ripped a desperate hole in her tights, swallowing hard and then parting his lips when he noticed there was no further material underneath, “I came unaccompanied by underwear, what more could you want from me?”

“There comes a time,” He spoke as he frantically pushed down the front of his own underwear, “When she just needs to be bent over the desk, and asked…” His lip twitched as he lined himself up with her properly, wasting no time in thrusting his hips forward and leaning over her as his head dipped to whisper lowly into her ear, “’So, what's all that attitude about?’”

“Are you going to punish me, Professor?” She asked, biting down on her lip hard to try and stop herself from moaning now he was all the way inside her, “For not coming on time, hm?”

“Oh, I'm going to make you cum on time…” He gritted his teeth, starting to move his hips, “Cum on my time.”

Eleanor’s head fell forward in pleasure as Severus’ thrusts became more frequent and fast, trying her best to keep her moans to a minimum. Severus’ hands remained clamped onto her waist, shaking his hair out of his face as it began to move with each motion of his hips. His eyes fell shut and rolled back in pleasure, his jaw locking with each thrust.

“S-Sev, mmmh…” Eleanor whimpered, her grip on the table tightening as his thrusts from behind her only grew faster.

“Hold on tight, Princess, there's two whole days of not having you pent up in these thrusts.” He snarled, smirking wickedly as he briefly made the table legs squeak from the force of his hips.

“Two whole days of not having me, hm?” Eleanor grinned smugly and bit her lip for a few moments before speaking again, “Did you want me that badly, Professor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly, moaning several times under his breath as his length pulsated while it slid in and out of her with ease.

“And you didn't think to think of me and touch yourself?” She dared herself to ask. The grin remained on her lips for a few more short moments before letting out a pleasure-filled shriek when Severus’ response to her question was a harsh palm across her bottom.

He followed this with an assertive, “Do not be absurd.”

His hips gained a rough speed as if punishment for her question. It was punishment she liked, though; letting out a blissful cry. Severus let this one slide, also grunting himself each time he harshly thrust his hips forward. He squeezed his eyes shut from the delight of his throbbing length filling her perfectly each time his hips moved forward. Eleanor’s hands began to shake against the table as her grip weakened from the strength of his movements, moans now uncontrollably falling from her lips as he repeatedly slammed his hips forward. The sounds of her moans, however, were what shook him out of his trance; the sudden realisation that her moans could most likely be heard from outside the Potions Closet dawned on him — sending both fear and thrill of them both getting caught.

“Severus, fu-!” She tried to shout in pleasure before she found his large hand clasp around her mouth.

“Quiet!” He commanded, fighting off his own moan as he spoke shakily this time, “Y-You’ll get us caught…”

“Mmh, g.. f…bid… pe..pl…f…nd…ou…Prof…Sn..p…ac..t…lly…h…s…ex…” Was all that she could manage to murmur into the palm of his hand.

“What was that?” He snapped, thinning his lips when he felt her press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before he brought it away to allow her to speak properly.

“I-I said…” She tried to gather her breath in order to speak in full sentences and found this increasingly hard from the relentless thrusts of his hips now knocking her into the table each time, “God forbid people find out Professor Snape actually has sex…”

“Don't be a fucking brat.” He growled lowly, gripping onto her tighter.

“Or what?” She practically moaned out her words, her fingertips now turning white from how hard she was holding onto the moving table.

“Or I'll fuck you like a brat,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “And you’ll tell me exactly how it feels.”

“B..But…” She whimpered, already finding it hard not to make any sound, “H-How do I do that without us… g-getting caught?”

“You tell me and not the whole fucking world.” Severus fired back quickly, his movements stopping completely as he leaned over her to breathe into her ear, “Or I'll force-feed you the Truth Serum and then you’ll have no choice but to tell the whole world how you meet up with your old Professor in secret to fuck in his Potions Closet between lessons just so you can get a good reference from your work experience.”

“I…” She lost her breath — and train of thought — just from his words alone; turning her on even more than she thought possible.

“You can stand in front of everyone in the Great Hall and tell them how it feels to have your old Professor, the one that you despised so much, how it feels to have his cock pounding into you until you come apart for me…” He smirked evilly against her skin, pressing a singular kiss behind her ear before whispering even lower this time, “How, at times, I've had you beg for mercy, beg for faster, beg for harder… Beg on your knees for my cock.”

“S-Sev…” She could barely speak through her aroused state.

“Are you going to behave?” He spoke cruelly slowly into her ear, hovering his hand over her mouth again, “And tell mehow it feels? You won't even have to beg if you comply to simple instruction…”

She nodded, desperate to feel his movements again.

“Good girl.” He grinned wickedly and placed his hands against her hips again, standing up straight.

Eleanor braced herself, knowing she had earned herself a pleasure-filled punishing. Severus remained teasingly still for a few moments before he roughly began to plunge himself forward again, so hard Eleanor swore she could see stars.

“Fuck, Severus!” She gasped in a high pitched whisper, already having to grasp onto the table from the strength of his thrusts, “O-Only your cock is capable of doing this to me… making me feel like this.” She whimpered as her body began to shake in pleasure.

“That's because only my cock is allowed to do this…” He growled, a hint of possession in his voice.

“I-It feels so…” She bit her lip hard before her mouth fell open in delight, “S-So fucking good…”

The table squeaked beneath them and Severus’ fingertips began to dig into the material covering her hips. The two of them filled the Potions Closet with subtle noises of delight as their eyes remained tightly shut, both of them getting closer and closer to their climax.

“O-Oh, my… fuck.” Severus began to lose himself, his knees threatening to buckle as his hips continued at a merciless pace.

“I-I don't ever want another man to have me like this…” Eleanor panted out her words, the heat in the pit of her stomach starting to spread, “G-Good reference or not, no one can fuck me like you, Severus.”

“A-Agh!” Severus let out a strangled cry of pleasure, suddenly reaching his orgasm as a result of her words and in turn shocking himself and Eleanor at how quick it was.

“Sev! Mmm…” Eleanor moaned as his thrusts became more and more clumsy.

“C-Cum for me, Eleanor…” He leaned over her again, his lips lingering against the back of her neck as he continued to shoot his release inside her with each shaky thrust, “Fuck, I used to love it when we’d cum together. Cum for me… Now. Now!”

“P-Professor!” Her breathing almost cutout as her own climax shortly followed, sending tingles of bliss throughout her entire body. She gripped onto the table the best she could, and though she used it to bear her weight, the amount of pleasure coursing through her made her feel like she was about to collapse onto the floor.

They moved against one another until their orgasms were ridden out, the room now becoming filled with their heavy breathing and musky, scandalous scent instead. Severus stood up properly and inhaled deeply, tucking himself back into his pants and fastening them back up. He ran his fingers back through his hair in an attempt to fix it back into a presentable state as Eleanor readjusted her dress after straightening herself back up, both their faces flushed.

“Here,” Severus said firmly, reaching for a small goblet with liquid in which was placed on a conveniently close shelf and handing it to her, “I already made it before you came.”

“Hm?” She arched a brow, playfully playing dumb as she took the Contraceptive Potion from him, “What happens in the Potions Closet stays in the Potions Closet, right?”

“Something like that.” He nodded, though allowed a brief chuckle to escape his lips.

“Bold of you to assume I'd let you have your way with me in here.” She teased, drinking from the goblet.

“What's the difference between this time and every other spare moment we get without prying eyes or students?” Snape narrowed his eyes briefly, “Besides, I think what you mean to say is ‘bold of you to assume I was going to be late so had to make this potion before I arrived because you knew there would be little time after.’”

“Excuse me?!” Eleanor snorted out a quiet laugh, trying to come across as offended as she swatted his chest lightly.

“Oh, come on,” Severus rolled his eyes, “You can't even cum on time, let alone come on time.”

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aceyxyl · 8 months ago

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Severus Snapes hands.

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halfbloodfics · 30 days ago

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I've never requested anything from anyone before but I absolutely love the way you perceive Snape. I'd love something that would start off as the reader having a bad day and when she returns to her and Snapes shared home in Spinners End, he takes good care of her. If ya know what I mean. I'm thinking thigh riding but he helps her through it, talks her through it...etc... Please!!

i am honoured to be ur first request let us hope i live up to it

Title: Our little remedy

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), explicit smut, gentle dom sev, thigh riding, lots of praising, fluffy ending

A/N: the title is inspired by the song "moments silence by hozier", which is actually about oral sex, but also about sex as an act of releasing of power & solution to ones problems ;)

(this gif is just.. sets the scene u feel me?)

The door slammed shut behind you. The fleeting sound of the pouring rain silenced once more, replaced by the gentle crackling of the fireplace.

The Daily Prophet fell, Severus' gaze flicked up to meet yours, his expression blank but eyes betraying a sense of concerned amusement at your.. disheveled apperance.

"Hi." You said rather shortly, not even moving to put down your bag or take off your coat. You stood in place, your soaked hair and clothes dripping onto the door mat.

Severus looked you over for another moment, before the sound of his monotone voice cut through the tense silence. "You're wet."

You scoffed, dropped your bag, but before you could take a step off the mat to go get dried, Severus reached for the wand beside him, flicking it and drying you off in an instant.

With your gaze still on the floor, tears pricked at your eyes. It had been a day.. to say the least. Nothing necessarily horrible, but it just seemed as if one thing after had gone wrong. Despite your best attempts to brush them off, minor inconviences seemed to plague you. If there a reverse liquid luck potion existed, you were sure someone had slipped one in your morning coffee.

Strength had prevailed, until now. Severus had a way of drawing out the parts of yourself you'd kept in the dark. Simply being in his presence was enough to break down the barriers you had put up all day. And now, they were certainly falling down.

In the corner of your teary eyes, you saw Severus pat his lap. His gesture a silent permission to accept the comfort you seek.

Without even hesitating, you took off your coat, letting it fall lazily to the floor, and approached Severus. Standing between his legs, you put your hands on his knees, keeping your gaze on them so as not to let him see the tears brimming your eyes.

Even though it was no doubt he'd already seen them.

His fingers gently tilted your chin up to look at him, hes eyes scanning your face for a moment before looking into your tearful eyes. His thumb gently caressed your chin, drawing soft, comforting circles as you took a shaky breath.

"Rough day." He said, his voice a low murmer.

You nodded, exhaled shakily. His dark eyes continued to stare into yours for a moment longer, as if he was reading your mind. Perhaps he was, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd done so when you were too upset to tell him what was going on. After a moment, his gaze softened, his hand moving down to your waist.

His other hand patted his thigh again, you straddled him, resting your head against his shoulder. For a moment you simply sat there, your chest against his, inhaling and exhaling in time with his breathing. His hands trailed up your thighs, up your back, up your shoulders; gently massaging and working away at the tight knots that had formed.

A soft hum escaped your lips. Severus always knew how to take care of you. He knew when you needed tough love or to be coddled, even before you knew it yourself. As you sank deeply onto his lap you relised you wanted the later.

"Sev..." You sighed, about to continue when his hand ran up your back, settling at the base of hair, tugging gently to expose your neck.

"I know, sweetheart." He murmered, his breath hot against the sensitive skin by your ear. Placing soft, gentle kisses under your jaw, tugging gently on your hair again to expose more of your neck to him. Softly, slowly, he planted tender, careful kisses across your skin.

The tension left your body with a sigh, leaning into his touch and his guidance, you allowed yourself to go practically limp in his arms. He held you tighter, one arm supporting your back, the other in your hair, as he continued his journey down your neck.

Softly, he spoke in between kisses. "I've got you."

Another heavy sigh escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut, the worries of the day slowly abandoning you. Severus was not an impatient lover. Although sometimes it could border on teasing, he often took his time with you. Particularly in instances like these, where you needed a little extra love. His actions, though never sloppy, were even more focused now. His lips placing firm, purposeful, gentle kisses along your neck. Sucking with tender force, his breath hot on your skin.

As his teeth grazed your neck, you moaned quietly, instinctively bucking your hips forward, your tired body seeking release.

Upon hearing your moan, his teeth gently tugged at your skin, both arms now wrapping across your back, holding you flush against his chest.

"Sev.." You sighed. "Please..."

His lips pulled away, leaving your neck feeling almost cold from the sudden absence of his warmth.

You looked into his dark eyes, noticing the gentle desire in them as he studied your face, hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

For a moment you simply leaned into his touch, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. Until the silence was interupted by his low murmer: "Stand."

And without questioning, you did.

Standing before him in front of the arm chair, you watched as his large hands ran up your thighs, touch gentle., yet firm as his fingers found the zipper of your skirt and tugged it down.

It fell to the floor with barely a sound, your sweater following soon after, until you were standing in front of him in only your bra and underwear, shadows from the fireplace flickering over your skin.

Severus leaned back in his chair for a moment, taking in the view. His expression was blank, but in the glow of the fire you could see the lust in his eyes. It was evident, in the way his gaze slowly raked over you, as if he was commiting you to memory, studying you as if he'd be tested on you...

By the time his gaze finally met your eyes you were staring back at him with that same longing, the familiar heat growing between your legs.

After such a tedious, long day... You somehow felt, attractive; desired.

Severus leaned forward again, looking up at your face as his steady fingers once again trailed up your body, stopping at the back of your bra and unclasping it.

His eyes remained on yours, the shared eye-contact deliberate as he gently pulled the bra off you, letting it fall to the floor in the heap of the rest of your clothes.

Without even looking at your chest, he kept his dark eyes on you, studying your every reaction as his hands ran up your waist, up your sides, until they gently cupped your breasts. Both hands massaging, gently, tenderly.

"Would you like me to take care of you?" He spoke lowly.

The sound, combined with the gentle touch of his hands, went straight to your core. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you breathlessly responded: "Yes.. Please.."

Severus's hands gave a final, loving squeeze on your breasts before gently tracing down your stomach, tugging at your underwear and pulling them down.

You stepped out of them, kicking them gently to the side before looking back down at Severus, who's eyes were drinking in your newly exposed skin.

He adjusted his position on the arm chair, holding your waist as he did, positioning his left thigh between your legs.

The relisation dawned on you...

You looked up at him, expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"You want me to.. ride your thigh?"

Severus's hands remained firmly planted on your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles on your soft skin. "Would you like that, darling?" He asked.

You let out a shaky exhale, the need within you fighting the logical voice telling you not to ruin his robes... his dress pants.

Quietly, you said: "I.. really do, want to, but.. won't I... You know, make a mess?"

Severus blinked slowly, the corners of his lips pulling off in a small, soft smirk. "Have I ever shown any displeasure at the mess you make for me?"

Your lips parted. "No-"

"Have I ever shyed away from creating such mess?" He purred, his voice low.

Yep. That did it.

You looked down, as you gently sank down on his thigh. The contact of your arousal against his clothed thigh eliciting a soft gasp from you.

Severus's hands firmly caressed your waist, not guiding your hips yet, instead allowing you to position yourself comfortably on top of him. After a moment or so, you looked up to match his gaze, giving a small nod.

He cupped the back of your head with his left hand, pulling you closer to him so your forehead was resting on his shoulder. His fingers began to softly massage the base of your scalp, while his other hand continued to caress the soft skin of your waist.

"Take what you need, darling." He murmered into your ear. "I'll take over when you need me."

Your eyes fluttered shut, forehead resting against his shoulder as you slowly began to move your hips, grinding your arousal down on the soft fabric of his black pants.

Almost immediately, a small moan flew from your lips, the tension of the day disolving with every roll of your lips.

Severus continued to massage your scalp and waist, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke: "That's it... Put all your weight on me love, trust me, I can take it."

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you sank down, your full weight now resting on his thighs. The added pressure went straight to your core as you began to move slowly again, feeling the strong muscle of his thigh against your clit.

A shaky exhale fell from your lips.

His left hand travelled down to join the right one on your waist, his grib firm, but gentle as he slowly began to help guide your movements. Pulling you back and forth against him, dragging your soaking arousal across his thighs.

Your breath caught in your throat, released in a shaky moan as your arms wrapped around his neck, seeking comfort. He responded by continuing his gentle movements, whispering in your ear: "There you go... That feels nice doesn't it?"

Nodding quickly, you let out another quiet moan against his neck as you rolled your hips against him.

"Severus.." You whimpered into his raven hair, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck as you clung to him.

"I know, sweetheart." He said gently, continuing to guide your movements, dragging you slowly, firmly across him. "Just focus on me."

His hands gripped your waist a little harder, guiding your movements with a firmer force. The newfound pressure against your clit caused your hips to falter, a movement that was not lost on Severus, who continued to pull you against him.

You panted against his neck, the smell of him, herbal and woodsy, intoxicating you as the rest of the day began to fade away. Your mind forgot all about the minor inconveniences of the day, the trials you had experienced.. Too full of the sensations of your lovers scent, his touch, his deep voice... The curtain of his black hair shielding your gaze from the stack of paperwork and bills behind you. All of him enveloping you, protecting you from everything outside of this very moment.

"Severus.." You whimpered, grinding against him a little quicker now, your movements becoming increasingly confident. "Severus..."

He hummed at the sound of his name on your lips and bounced his leg up slightly to meet your soaking cunt.

A shuddering groan escaped your mouth, your head tilting back, lips parted, eyes closed. Completely drunk on the pleasure he was giving you.

Severus, a quick learner, repeated that move, eliciting a louder moan from you this time. His fingers dug gently into the flesh of your waist, continuing to move you firmly against him.

"Someone liked that, didn't she?" He asked, repeating the movement again, this time gripping your hips down to meet the bounce of his thigh.

As your body made firm contact with his thigh again you allowed a ragged moan to fly from your mouth, your hips instinctively bucking forward.

He hummed, a low sound that vibrated against your chest as you clung to him. His right hand found your hair, tangling his fingers in it and tugging gently, just enough to pull your head back so he could watch your face as you whimpered.

His other hand grabbed your hips, moving you harder against his thigh, dragging your sensitive cunt up and down, in time with the occasional, slight bounce of his leg.

So little, yet so much.. And somehow, the feeling of it began to build in your stomach. A cold sweat breaking out from you, your abdomen clenching, breath coming in quick, short pants.

So..

"Close." Severus voice drew you from your haze. You opened your eyes to find his dark ones staring back at you. His pupils blown, lips slightly parted as he watched every ounce of pleasure dance across your face.

"Yes," He murmered. "My sweet girl is close isn't she?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, lips parting further as the sensation grew with every quick movement of your hips, every bounce of his thigh rising up against your clit. Gasping shakily, you responded: "I.. Yes.. Close.. Close.."

Both of Severus's hands gripped your waist, moving your hips against his thigh in fast, blunt, jerking movements.

You cried out, tilted your head back, the feeling in your core growing.. building...

"Severus..." You whimpered.

His voice was soft. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and wet my thigh? Let yourself go?"

You gasped at his lewd remark, but the time for shame had long passed. You'd done quite a bit of.. bold things.. with Severus over your relationship. But being completely naked, shamelessly grinding your bare cunt over his clothed body had to be the boldest so far.

Your insecurities out the window, you allowed yourself to succumb to the feeling of your trust in him. Trust that he would take care of you, like he had so many times before. Trust that he would build you up, take you over, guide you down..

The words came out barely a whisper as your legs began to shake: "I.. Yes.. Sev... Sev!"

Noticing the trembling of your legs, Severus's hands moved down to your thighs, holding them in place on his thigh, forcing your body to still against him, ride out every ounce of pleasure he could squeeze from you.

His eyes flicked down to your cunt, watching every movement of your hips, the wetness that had spread over him, staining him. With a deep exhale, he flicked his gaze up to look at your face. Your cheeks flushed, eyes shut, lips quivering...

"I know, darling." He murmered. "You're doing so well. My beautiful, good girl."

The heat in your stomach grew, legs trembling against his firm grip as he continued to gently, but firmly, guide your sensitive clit across his thigh.

A whine escaped your quivering lips. "Severus.. I'm.. Oh.."

"Shh..." He said softly. "I'll take you there."

And take you there, he did.

The combination of his words, mixed with the quick, firm movements of his hands guiding you across his thigh sent you over the edge. Head tossed back, you felt your orgasm building, peaking, as you gripped his shoulders, clinging to him.

He leaned in, murmering into your neck as you rode the wave: "Just like that, my darling girl. Cum all over me."

You continued to shake, even after his grip eventually loosened, his hands trailing up your back and pulling you flush against his chest. You went limp in his arms, panting into his neck as you caught your breath.

"Severus." You panted. "God, I really.. Liked that."

You heard him smirk as his right hand gently gripped your chin and tilted it down, directing you to look at his thigh. Your orgasm has soaked it.. The wet spot fabric glistening in the soft glow of the fireplace.

"I can tell." He said, smugly.

A blush spread across your face. "Oh.. Dear.." You whispered.

He laughed breathlessly, a rare sound from him, but the action drew your gaze up to look at his face. Noticing the fine, smile lines by his eyes crinkling as he gave a small laugh.

And every ounce of despair from todays earlier events, every ounce of embarassment from his little remedy, faded away into the dark oblivian of his eyes as they opened again and found yours. And in that moment, you knew - trusted - that you took care of him, as much as he did you.

Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, breathed in the soft smell of his dark hair.

"I love you." You whispered. "Thank you."

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. "I love you, darling. There's no need to take me. You know I'll always take good care of you."

that was. shameless.

and i loved it.

cheers

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