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[snapeysister]

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[rickmandowneyjr]

Can I request a Severus Snape smut please where he is interested in the reader (possibly fellow professor idk) but refuses to accept it, even when she expresses explicit interest in him. Resulting in the reader seducing Severus and subsequently the reader has to take on the more dominant role as Severus struggles to fully relax and accept their attraction towards one another.

(Sorry if this is too specific basically just slightly Dom reader seduces a reluctant Snape hahaha.)

AAH I LOVE SUB SEV SO I'M QUITE EXCITED FOR THIS :p

Just Relax

Smut (18+)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word count: 3632. I realise I got a little carried away and might’ve spent more time building up to the smut so... hope that doesn’t bother you too much, anon. Also, I tried my best with the smut lol. Anyway, I wrote this all in one sitting and I’m quite happy with it? Lemme know what you guys think and if you have any feedback :)

Severus eyed you as you took a seat at the high table, between Minerva and Filius. You were the new, half-blood, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and had captured his attention within a few months of joining. 

'I don't think she's ever sat next to me,' he thought, but immediately countered it with, 'And that's fine. I don't really care.'

As he brought his attention back to his plate, he found himself playing with his food instead of eating it. His mind was simply preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Minerva nudged you as she asked, "So, when do you actually plan to tell him?"

You coughed, trying not to choke on the bite you had taken. You took a sip of your drink, washing the food down, as you stared at her with wide eyes. "You're joking," you mumbled softly, making sure no one heard you.

"I'm not," she stated. Her expression was dead serious when she asked, "How long have you been working here now?"

You studied her face and realised she did indeed want an answer to the question. "Seven months... five days and... I don't know, nine hours?"

"And how long have you been in love with Severus?"

You sighed and replied, "Seven months, five days and seven hours..."

"That's what I thought," she said with a rather smug smile. "Now... from what I have noticed, Severus has taken a liking to you as well."

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off instantly. "Don't even try to argue with me on that, dear. I've known Severus for years now. I can tell that he acts differently around you." Her eyes shifted from you, to where you assumed Severus was sitting, based on what she said next. "He can't seem to keep his eyes off you even at this very moment," she said, and you fought the urge to snap your head in his direction, but gave in eventually. You slowly turned to see that he indeed, was looking at you and had quickly averted his gaze when you offered him a sweet smile.

"Are you sure that he likes me? He just ignores me when I smile at him in the corridors."

"I'm afraid that would be him denying his feelings. Which is quite expected of him, honestly. That boy will never let himself be happy," she said, her expression saddening slightly. "Which is why you must make the first move," she said with a beaming smile, now as she looked at you.

"We might speak from time to time, but it is still very odd for me to get up and confess my feelings for the man."

"Wait. He actually speaks to you?" She asked, genuinely surprised. "What about?"

"Well, usually it's about classes... but he does make small-talk if I initiate it," you mumbled, not thinking much of it.

"This is more serious than I thought. He definitely likes you if he's initiating conversations and engaging in small-talk," she gasped.

You couldn't help but laugh at her reaction thinking she was being sarcastic. Her face was dead serious as she said, "I'm not kidding, my child. Severus hates small-talk."

You suppressed another laugh as you gave her a single nod before you returned to your food.

That night, you lay awake in bed, thinking long and hard about what Minerva had said. You finally slept at 2 a.m., having decided that you'd confess to Severus that night.

—

The next morning, you put a little extra effort into your outfit and hair, dressing in a long black dress with a thigh slit, before topping it off with a cloak that kept you covered and warm. The outfit gave you a little confidence boost considering your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of facing Severus.

You walked to breakfast early, in hopes of getting something to eat before Severus got there and were surprised to find Severus already there, all by himself. A few students were in the hall, looking very sleepy and tired as they ate.

Severus was reading his Daily Prophet and you took a moment to eye the man. The way his hair fell and framed his face as his dark eyes scanned the paper made him look quite attractive. You finally walked in, making your presence known. As you entered his vision, you heard Severus cough.

'Merlin, she looks beauti- No! Don't even finish that thought, Severus. Don't even look at her. She already caught you staring last night.'

You greeted him with a smile, draping your cloak over the back of your chair and smoothing your dress out as you took the seat next to him.

"Good morning," you said, reaching over for the toast and tea.

He didn't reply, only giving you a firm nod acknowledging both, your presence and your greeting.

"You're here early," you continued, determined to get an actual response out of him.

"I could say the same to you," he mumbled without taking his eyes off his paper. "Besides, I have an early lecture. All the students here are supposed to be in my class in 15 minutes."

"Ah, that sucks," you chuckled.

Severus felt his heart rate rise at the sound of your laugh. You rarely laughed around him. Well, he'd actually have to crack jokes to hear you laugh but he'd heard you laugh from time to time at the table and he loved the sound of it.

"Well, what's your excuse?" He inquired, leaving you pleasantly surprised that made an effort to keep the conversation going. Maybe he was interested, after all.

You, however, couldn't give him the real reason for your early arrival so you twisted the truth a little. "Um... I'm trying to avoid Minerva. She's been hassling me about something and I just wanted to eat breakfast in peace," you joked.

This seemed to have gotten his attention as he put his paper down, turning to face you slightly as he asked, "Oh really? And what would she be hassling you about?"

You smirked, turning to face him too. You crossed one leg over the other, forgetting about the thigh slit and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You became aware of the thigh slit when you noticed Severus' gaze shift to your leg and a soft pink tint appear on his cheeks. You drank the last of your tea and stood up. "I think our fifteen minutes are up because your students are making their way to your class," you said, motioning to students that were leaving the Great Hall.

"Can I walk you to class?" You asked, not knowing when and how you'd become so bold. Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the reaction that the dress had managed to get out of him, or maybe it was both.

He stood up, folded his paper and muttered, "Sure." He walked off, taking large strides that you were struggling to keep up with. He realised and slowed his pace, adjusting to yours and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You arrived at the door of his classroom and said, "Well, this is where we part ways. Have a good day, Severus."

Severus felt warm inside as you gave him your sweet, signature smile. He walked into class and took a seat at his table waiting for the last few students to scramble in.

'She has very smooth skin. It looked soft too,' he thought, before scolding himself internally and bringing his attention to the class.

"Open your legs to page 394," he muttered. The students gave him a confused look, making him realise what he had said, and squeezed his eyes shut in irritation, correcting himself. "Books! I meant open your books to page 394."

'That woman will be the death of me,' he thought, before beginning to teach the class.

—

The rest of the day had passed and it was now dinner time. Severus sat at the table, thinking about how you were on his mind the whole day. Even now, he was thinking about you.

'All this just from getting a glimpse of her legs? That's just pathetic,' he thought.

He caught a glimpse of you as you and walked past your usual seat, which was occupied. You strolled over to the empty seat next to him and sat down, greeting him once again. "Good evening," you smiled, "How was your day?"

He scoffed at your question, recalling how you had been on his mind the whole day, making it incredibly difficult to teach. You raised an eyebrow at him and he spoke, "Fine, I suppose."

The rest of dinner went by in silence and you noticed how shifty Severus, especially his eyes were. They kept looking over to your leg which was under the cloak, and you had somehow managed to keep your amusement hidden.

You finished and waited for Severus, offering to walk back with him, since your quarters were quite close to each other's. As you walked down the empty hallway, you made sure no students were around before you spoke, "So... you remember asking me what Minerva was hassling me about?"

He hummed affirmatively, keeping his eyes fixed ahead. You took a deep breath and blurted it out before you could second-guess it.

"Well, she had asked me to confess my feelings for you since I like you. So I was wondering, would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Severus' head snapped in your direction and you both came to a stop right in front of his door. He stayed absolutely silent and you were beginning to get nervous. So you did something you would normally never do. You used Legilimency. You didn't like using it since most people didn't even know you could and it felt wrong, but you couldn't handle the silence and needed something out of him, even if it was his thoughts.

'She likes me. This beautiful woman who I'm so incredibly drawn to is attracted to me. The scary part is that I like her too,' you couldn't help but smile as you heard that but he immediately countered it.

'No, Severus. You don't. It's just a silly little crush that'll go away. Even though it's been there for months now... Ugh. This isn't helping. Also, I've been silent this whole time. I better say something.'

"I'm sorry but I don't see you that way."

'Liar.'

"You're a colleague and it would be highly unprofessional."

'I don't really care about that.'

"Now, if you'd excuse me, I'd like to get to bed."

'With you.'

His thoughts were enough confirmation for you to go ahead and do what you did next. As he turned to open his door, you placed your hand on his shoulder and spun him around, your lips crashing against his.

His eyes widened but he almost took no time in reciprocating, deepening the kiss as his tongue entered your mouth and ravaged it.

You mumbled into the kiss, "Don't feel the same way, my arse." Severus snapped back to reality as he pulled away and said, "W-we really can't."

'But I really want to,' his thought echoed.

He fumbled with the doorknob before rushing inside and slamming the door behind him. You could still hear his thoughts right across the door.

'She kissed me! And I stopped it?! What kind of an idiot am I?! And then I've gone and shut the door on her. Severus, just give in for once. I know I should... But I can't.'

You smirked to yourself as you walked off. "Severus Snape... Tomorrow, you're mine."

—

It was the next morning. You had called your friend in the muggle world, the previous night. He'd given you great advice on what you should do to get Severus' attention. He and Snape were similar in their personalities, other than the simple difference that Tony Stark was a world-renowned playboy billionaire.

Remembering what he had said to you, you had dressed accordingly.

"You wanna wear a skirt. From what you've said, he sounds like a 'leg' man. And don't forget sexy underwear. Not only will it make you feel like a badass knowing you have it on, but when you end up getting down and dirty with the man tonight, you'll be ready."

You laughed remembering his words and confidence as you got dressed. You sported a fitting sweater and a skirt that stopped well above your knees, topped off with a coat that reached just below your knees, and some boots. Your hair was left open, not having done much to it.

You walked to breakfast, turning quite a few heads as you made your way into the hall. Minerva was sitting a seat away from Severus, no doubt having saved it for you. You thanked her as you took your seat in between the two and gave both of them a greeting, as usual, acting as though nothing had happened between you and Severus the previous night.

You turned to Minerva as she spoke. "Well, look at you walking in like a showstopper," she teased.

"Yeah, I supposed this is a very muggle outfit. Not something you see here often," you laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, come on. We both know that's not why. Did you wear it to get a certain someone's attention?" She asked, not knowing that Severus now knew and realised you were talking about him.

"Hmm... Maybe I did," you stated as you looked at Severus out of the corner of your eye. His face and ears had gone red as he sipped his tea, trying to cover his face with his hair and Daily Prophet.

You took the opportunity to read his thoughts. 'She's dressed like this for me? Probably trying to make me regret denying her last night. Which I must admit, is working splendidly.'

You chuckled to yourself. You dragged your foot along his leg causing him to jump in his seat, which resulted in his knee hitting the table. You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh as you and Minerva both asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Fine," he mumbled before storming off and you smiled at Minerva before following him.

"Are you alright?" You asked, catching up with him.

"I said I'm fine," he mumbled, picking up the pace as he fidgeted with his cloak.

You followed him and he entered the storeroom, turning the light on as he did. You eyed him as he began doing inventory.

"Inventory this early?"

"Yes."

'I need to get my mind off you before it gets worse.'

'Worse?' You wondered as you furrowed your eyebrows. You took a moment to look at him as he worked. Your eyes raked over his tall frame, looking him up and down when you noticed what he was referring to. His cloak had shifted, exposing the little bulge that had formed.

You bit your lips before a smirk crept onto your face, and entered the room. You shut the door behind you, and Severus looked at you as he said, "Don't you need to get breakfast? You didn't really eat. You must be hungry."

"Oh, I am. It's just that it's not for food anymore," you said as you slid your coat off. His eyes immediately went to your exposed legs, before he brought them back to meet your eyes. He looked at you as you closed the distance between the two of you. He swallowed hard as he brought himself to speak, "I... really don't this is a good idea-" you shut him up with a kiss before pulling away. "Your friend doesn't seem to think that," you said, palming the bulge as it grew. You leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "It's okay to give in to your temptations, Sev. Just relax." You waved your hand, turning the lights in the room off.

You kissed him again, your hands moving to unbuckle his belt as he leaned into the shelf behind him. Your fingers wrapped around his cock and he hissed at the feeling. As you freed it, you teased, "Merlin, how long has it been, for you to react like that?"

He opened his mouth to speak but just let out a soft moan as you began pumping him, your eyes widening as he got harder. Just as he was getting used to the sensation, you wrapped your lips around the head, causing him to throw his head back and knock a few vials over. He let out a gasp and you felt yourself getting aroused listening to his smooth silky voice moan your name.

You started bobbing your head up and down, slowly letting him go deeper into your throat as you relaxed your mouth. His cock was huge, hitting the back of your throat when you were only halfway down the shaft. You pumped the remaining area with your hand as you sucked hard.

Your other hand kept pushing your hair out of your face, which you wished you had tied before you started since there was no way you'd stop for that now. You felt his cock begin to twitch as his breathing got quicker. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, having adjusted to the darkness. As with one final trick up your sleeve, you pressed a pressure point on your thumb, relaxing your gag reflex, and taking him in as deep as you could. That sent him over the edge and you felt hot ropes of his cum shoot down your throat.

You pulled away gasping for air and looked at his cock, which was still hard. "I like your stamina," you mumbled as you stroked him gently, your thumb circling his tip.

You stood up and waved your wand, fixing the vials he had knocked over, bringing the room back to its original state. He leaned against your shoulder as he panted and you whispered, "Lie down, love."

He eyed you suspiciously as he did what was asked of him. His dark eyes looked even darker as lust filled them when you straddled him. His hands made their way to your waist as you caught them, leaning over him as you pushed them above his head.

"Nah-ah. I think it's fair punishment for slamming the door in my face last night," you said, using his belt to lock his arms to the leg of the table behind him. He gave you an incredulous look. "You can't be serious," he asked.

"Oh, I am," you said as you slid your panties to the side and lined your entrance with his cock. You lowered yourself slowly, letting him fill your cunt up. You could feel every vein and how thick he was as you allowed yourself to take a moment to adjust. Your hands unbuttoned his robe and shirt, exposing his toned chest.

You placed your hands on his torso, steadying yourself as you began riding him. He groaned in pleasure and the sound sent a surge of butterflies through your stomach. You rode him slowly and roughly, and he let out a grunt.

"Use your words, handsome," you said.

He mumbled something and you replied with, "You'll have to be a little louder than that."

"Go faster... please," he breathed out and your lips curled up into a smirk. He added, "And-" but couldn't continue when you picked up the pace and elicited a moan from him, instead. Every moan this man let out sent shivers through your body. Not only was it because his voice was absolutely beautiful, but also the realisation that these beautiful sounds were coming out of him because of you.

"And?" You asked, wanting him to complete his statement from earlier.

"I wanna see you," he groaned.

"What's the magic word?" You teased, enjoying the situation way too much.

"...please," he mumbled.

With that, you took off your sweater, which you would've done either way since it was getting too hot in there.

"All of you," he added, making you take off your black, lacy bra as well. "Merlin, you're beautiful," he said, making your face hotter than it already was. You could feel your climax building up as the knot began to form in your stomach.

You traced his torso with your fingers, leaning over to place soft kisses. You stopped at his nipple, flicking it with your tongue before sucking on it. You gently nipped at it before showering the other one with similar attention. He bit his lip as he suppressed a moan, and you leaned in close to his ear. "Don't hold it in. Let me hear that beautiful voice," you said, kissing his jaw.

His cock began twitching again and you moved away from him, leaning back as one hand made its way to your clit, rubbing circles around it. Severus let out a guttural moan that was enough to push you over the edge. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over as it clouded your vision. Severus came as well, feeling your cunt clench around him, milking every last drop off his seed. You pulled yourself off of him and lay down next to him.

"Still unsure about your feelings?" You asked, chuckling breathlessly.

"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"How did you know, though?"

"Minerva. And I'm a Legilimens," you smirked.

"You read me?!" He asked, shocked.

"Only last night," you defended.

"But-"

"Oh, hush. It worked out didn't it?"

You had him there. He couldn't really be mad. You got dressed and made your way out of the storeroom, making sure both of you looked presentable for your day full of classes.

Every little break you had, you found Severus, dragging him into some isolated corner or the other. At dinner, you walked in through the door next to the high table with Severus in tow. Safe to say... you were dating.

[deepperplexity]

SEIZED AND CONDEMNED IS NOW COMPLETE AND FULLY POSTED

Hello my darlings!

Chapter 30, Forevermore [Dual POV], and the epilogue of Seized And Condemned is live on my AO3! 

A/N: HI DARLINGS! 😍❤ IT'S THURSDAY! IT'S THURSDAY! IT'S THURSDAY AND THE FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE!!!! 😱😭👏👏👏

I hope you're ready darlings... Because here we go.

General Warnings: Angst, SMUT, Fluff, H/C, Dark, Graphic Depictions of [Sexual Content, Violence, Torture, Death] - Check AO3 tags for further warnings! 

Rating: EXPLICIT 

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 

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[Jun:2022]

[hbprophetie]

I really wanted to only reblog your post, @snapeysister, cause the thread was sooo long I was affraid it would eventually become too lenghty to scroll down! :') ahah

So I decided to link the original thread just above ^ and kind of start it anew...I hope it's ok this way, I really am not used to all the tagging games and the reblog uses on Tumblr. :'x Don't hesitate to tell me if I did something wrong and shameful.

Anyway, thank you for tagging me @snapeysister, and I'm sorry for the delay - here is the grid filled!

(Yes I changed the color to green, only because I didn't like the original shade of the grid, I'm sorry I'm pretty maniac ;_;)

According to it, we have 50% in common, what's pretty cool! 😊 For the "ships with fictional characters..." thing, I admit that I hesitated, but as I definitely used to do it a lot in the past, it would be hypocritical not to select it as a shared point. :')

Here is my own grid:

And I tag @snapesnailtape, @ottogatto, @imhilien, @momo-t-daye, @darkchocolatekitkat, @hbpbat, @half-blood-slytherpuff, @glassslytherin and anybody, as always, who would like to enter this tag game. :)

Also as a bonus, I had a little fun and filled an extra grid with only Harry Potter content! 🪄

You can choose either the classic one or the Harry Potter one I suppose, or even do both if it fancies you, I guess! ^_^

It would be nice to know more about you all, fellow Snape fans, so really feel free to join. 🦇

You'll find the blank form in the original post; if you want the green one, here it is:

[ao3feed-snape]

Severendipitous Love

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kkwRQC

by rickmandowneyjr

Born to two death eaters, [Y/N] [L/N] shows no signs of having magical abilities. Desperate to make her more than just a squib, her parents hand her over to Baron Von Strucker, a HYDRA scientist trying to create enhanced individuals. After years of work, the experiment is a success and [Y/N] gains new abilities, making her a witch. But that stimulates her innate magical abilities and now she wields the power of the Mind Stone and the wizarding world. What will she do now?

(Read A/N for more details)

Words: 2124, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Severus Snape, Tony Stark, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, Albus Dumbledore, Avengers Team, Tadashi (Avengers Movies)

Relationships: Severus Snape/Reader, Severus Snape/You, Severus Snape & You, Severus Snape & Reader

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Teacher-Student Relationship, Age Difference, idk what else, I'm Bad At Tagging

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kkwRQC

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Thank you for tagging me @deepperplexity 💕

Favorite color: I buy a lot of blue things… so blue?

Currently Reading: Maybe You Should Talk to Someone by Lori Gottlieb (funnier then it sounds)

Last Song: Let me love you by Mario

Last Series: The Sex Lives of College Girls (hbomax series)

Last Movie: Love Hard (netflix)

Sweet, savory, spicy: I want to say savory but I have the worst sweet tooth 🤷🏻‍♀️

Currently working on: a self care routine, drinking more water, and relaxing… like actually relaxing.

^ I’m also realizing all of my answers are giving romcom/breakup vibes 😂🙈

Tagging: @bellshells @blackcloudwalker @crusheswhimsandfancies @rickmandowneyjr @itsmeelysemarie @simpforsnape @mrssnivellussnape @fandom-puff

tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

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favorite color: red!!

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last series: mythbusters (i watched it all the time as a kid so i’m rewatching it)

last movie: the conjuring 3: the devil made me do it

sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet!

currently working on: my mental health lmao

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[snapeysister]

The Wizarding World network has published a Housepride Bingo and I sort of liked it. 🖤

While trying to assure myself I was more Slytherin than Hufflepuff, I turned out to be pretty Hufflepuffy (8 overlaps) with a Ravenclaw/Gryffindor addition (7 overlaps each) and very much not Slytherin (5 overlaps). Sorry Severus, we must be less similiar than I thought, at least where these bingo creators are concerned 🤷🏻‍♀️

Download and repost your own results if you like, I've added the templates at the post's end!

Here are mine:

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[rickmandowneyjr]

Eyes of the Beholder

Fluff (thought I should after my first post broke a few hearts lol)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (student is of age)

Prompt: "Severus mistakenly takes a beautification potion meant to make the taker seem extremely appealing/attractive to the people around him and is met with quite the surprise when everyone's stunned at his transformation but one particular student of his doesn't seem to notice any difference in the man." (via@wtchbtchj )

Warnings: none, I think

Word Count: 1238 (I thought of making it longer but I liked this particular ending)

Severus angrily made his way through the halls, his cloak billowing behind him. He had been coughing uncontrollably for the last five minutes due to a prank pulled by the Weasley twins. He obviously wasn't the intended target and had definitely taken away at least 50 points from Gryffindor, but that didn't make him feel any better. Normally, he would just let the coughing stop, but he had a class to teach in five minutes and couldn't risk having to give a free lecture because he couldn't stop coughing.

So he made his way to his stores in search of a cough potion that he knew would be there. He entered the room, looking over to the bunch of potions under 'C'. He picked one up from under the 'cough potion' sub-section and drank it in one huge gulp since he had to rush to his next class. As he stepped out of the storeroom, he realised that his coughing hadn't stopped. He walked back inside and checked the vial's label, his eyes widening as he read what it said.

p.s. - I realise it's in the 'C' section, but 'B' was full."

"Beautification Potion

He pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling angrily, "This is what I get for making a student organise and do inventory as detention." He took the coughing potion, double-checking the label this time, and made his way out of the room, messing his hair up more than usual, to cover his face.

As he walked towards his classroom, every single person he passed did a double-take and he hated the unnecessary attention. He never was fond of the stares he got from people, ever since his school days. "Why do we have something as useless as that in-store anyway? This is a school," he mumbled under his breath, ranting to himself all the way to his classroom.

As he reached his classroom for his last lecture of the day with the seventh-years, he contemplated whether he should just dismiss class but decided against it. He entered quietly, hoping to not draw attention until he had to speak. However, it didn't work, since the class fell silent as he took a seat, waiting for the last few students to arrive. There was still a minute or two for class to start, but it felt like an eternity to Severus.

You entered the class with a minute to spare, with your head buried in a book. As you crossed Snape's desk, you looked up from your book, greeting him, "Good afternoon, professor," with your signature smile. Snape nodded once, acknowledging you. This time, he was the one to do a double-take as you walked ahead, not paying him any mind. Though a welcome reaction, it was very unexpected.

You took a seat, still lost in your book. 'She's probably too engrossed in the book to notice. I expect her to have the same dumbstruck look on her face when I start speaking and she finally pays attention,' he thought.

As class commenced, you put your book away, looking up at your professor, the same way you did every class. His attention was on you more than usual as he looked very intrigued by your lack of a reaction to his beautified self. You felt flustered under his gaze but managed to keep your composure as you did in any class. Three years of practice had made you quite adept at hiding your crush on the potions master. You noticed the other students look at him like he had two heads, and some were swooning over him. You wondered what the matter was, but brushed it off as unimportant.

As class ended, you were ready to scram, not knowing how much longer you could hide the crimson tint that was threatening to show on your cheeks. You were nearly out the door when you heard his deep voice. "Ms. [L/N], please stay back for a second," he called out. You halted and your classmates gave you sympathetic looks as they walked past you. You turned around to face him, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw that he didn't look mad.

You walked to him, your heart pounding against your chest as you desperately tried to calm yourself down. You were the top in potions class, so you knew that your grades weren't the issue. You wondered if you'd done something in class today that had offended him, but then shrugged that thought away since you hadn't spoken at all, bringing you to the final and most troubling conclusion... he knew. It would explain why he was watching you in class the whole time and you panicked, wondering whether you weren't as good at hiding your little crush as you had thought. However, all your overthinking was forgotten the moment he spoke, making you realise that you were fine.

"Do you notice something different about me?" He asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

The question left you with a puzzled look on your face since you had never known Snape to be a fan of small talk. You studied him for a second before you answered, "Not really, no."

Snape raised an eyebrow in surprise, making you wonder if you had said something wrong. You sat awkwardly as Snape looked to be deep in thought. He finally spoke after a minute, a smirk gracing his features as he said, "It's just that I had consumed a beautification potion."

Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just implied by saying that you didn't see a difference in him. You coughed, clearing your throat and stammered out a response. "O-oh. I did think that you looked rather charming today. Um... I just didn't know whether- uh... whether it'd be appropriate for me to say that... Yeah! You know... considering I'm a... student."

You squeezed your eyes shut as you thought, 'Smooth, [Y/N]. That was very convincing. You really ought to be a motivational speaker.'

What you didn't know, was that Severus was reading you. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he heard your thoughts. Your head snapped up to look at him. Severus Snape was laughing.

'Oh, that has got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Be still, my beating heart,' you thought and he looked at you with a small smile.

"Thank you, [Y/N]," he said. "You may leave now."

"Oh. Thank you," you mumbled, confused, but you didn't dare question it. You turned on your heel and made your way towards the door, nearly bolting out. As you reached the door, you heard him call out to you once more, and you turned to face him.

"Once you graduate in a couple of weeks, would you maybe... like to get a drink sometime? Just to... celebrate," he said, fighting everything that told him that he shouldn't be saying that.

Your heart was racing as your brows furrowed, wondering if you had misheard the man. "Um... S-sure," you replied, but couldn't help but wonder, "Why did you ask all of a sudden... if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, let's just say... I think you'd make a great motivational speaker," he said, giving you a wink that made your face flush when you realised that the man was a Legilimens.

"Oh. Uh... Th-thank you," you mumbled as you rushed off. You bumped into the doorway in your frenzy, getting another laugh out of the man as he sat back down.

"Today wasn't so bad, after all," he said to himself, smiling softly.

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A Judge's Bell

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Hii <33 i need some comfort rn cause i have pretty bad problems at home. Could I request for a Snape x fem!student where she gets a panic attack? And him being v protective and fatherly at the end. Platonic relationship pls. Just some good ol' fluff and angst.

Breathe

Fluff, mild angst(?)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of mental health issues, description of a panic attack

Word count: 1417

A/N: I kinda struggle with writing about such topics (solely cause I want to do it right). Hope this meets your expectations though. I hope you're doing better anon <3

How had it gotten to this? You'd knocked over your potion with your uncontrollable shaking. Professor Snape was in front of your table, no doubt, yelling at you for the mess you had made, but you wouldn't know since you couldn't hear him over the ringing in your ears. Tears stung your eyes as you kept your head hung low, reminding yourself, 'A few more minutes, [Y/N]. Just hold it together till class gets dismissed, please,' but your body wasn't listening to you anymore.

Breathing was proving to be more difficult with every second that passed and a few tears escaped, wetting the pages of your potions book. Your hand moved quickly to wipe them before anyone could notice. Just as Snape was about to speak, asking you to save the crying for a teacher who'd care, he noticed that you were still shaking, your breathing - heavy and laboured.

He immediately knew what was happening. How could he not? He'd been a victim of panic attacks, himself, and would never wish them upon anyone else. Taking a look around the class, he saw that everyone's attention was on the two of you and realised that it wouldn't help if he was going to try and calm you down.

"Class has been dismissed," he announced.

The students looked around at each other in disbelief. The Potions master never dismissed class early.

"But-" said one student, only to be cut off by the professor.

"If you so crave my company, you're welcome to come back and serve detention with me later," he said, turning to face the student who visibly gulped and shook his head. "Now... everybody except Ms. [L/N] is dismissed," he declared.

Wide-eyed, the students scurried out of the classroom, giving you sympathetic looks that you missed since you refused to look up. As the last student left, shutting the door behind them, you tried to speak, your voice unwilling to come out.

After a few moments, you managed to choke out, "I-I'm sor-ry. I-"

"Please stop talking," he said, his tone, flat. If you had been looking at him though, you would've seen his usual expression soften as he looked at you empathetically.

You tensed up, panicking even more at the thought of him tearing into you with his words. You'd never had an altercation with the Potions master before. You were usually quiet and kept to yourself unless spoken to, and led a pretty simple life, never getting into trouble. So, this situation was unnerving, to say the least.

With your thoughts running faster than you'd like, you weren't paying attention to your teacher, who had walked around the tables, and was now standing next to you.

"Sit down, [Y/N]," he said, the concern in his voice more evident now. Was it because he was closer, that you could tell? Or was it the fact that he'd repeated himself thrice now, and not having received a response had worried him further?

Either way, finally having heard his directions, you backed into your chair that he had pulled out, sitting down once you felt it behind you. You were yet to look up, too scared to meet your teacher's gaze, and also because you didn't want him to see you crying.

Snape sighed, sitting down on the ground in front of you, looking up at your teary eyes. Your eyes widened as his face entered your view. Your tears began flowing freely now, realising that since he had seen you, it didn't matter anymore. Your hands covered your face and you sobbed, your chest feeling tight.

The crying only made your breathing worse, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make you a little light-headed. Though the dungeons were cold, you were sweating profusely and Snape could tell that your condition was only worsening.  Conjuring a glass of cold water, he gingerly wrapped his fingers around your wrists, gently tugging on them in an attempt to move them away from your face. You gripped his hand as it felt like the classroom was getting smaller. Snape wasn't necessarily comfortable with contact, but he understood.

"Here," he said, handing you the glass, "Having some water might help."

You took the glass from him, hands shaking as you brought it to your lips. Taking a sip, you realised that it would be your only one since you nearly choked while trying to swallow it. Snape promptly took the glass from your hand, setting it down on the table.

He spoke carefully and softly, so as to not startle you. "Okay, so that wasn't the best idea. Ms. [L/N], I need you to take long, deep breaths," he said. His deep voice was soothing and lacking its usual sharpness.

You shut your eyes, trying to take long, deep breaths as asked. However, you found yourself unable to do so. Your breath staggered and it wasn't really helping you.

"[Y/N], look at me please," he said, beginning to take deep breaths, himself. You turned to face him and he exaggerated his motions, hoping you would mimic him. It took a while, but soon, you were able to breathe, your breathing in sync with his.

"Let's try this again, now," he murmured, picking up the glass of water and handing it to you once again. As you took it, you noticed that the trembling of your hands had subsided. Taking another sip, you were able to drink the whole glass, which helped with the sweating. Setting the glass down on your lap, your hands fumbled with it. The external symptoms had abated but your thoughts were still running rampant.

"Now that you're calmer, would you mind telling me what triggered this?"

You softly shook your head, prompting the professor to timidly ask, "Was it me?"

You shook your head again, firmer this time, assuring him that wasn't the case. You inhaled sharply and sighed, "I-I don't know. It just... happens, sometimes... It's never happened in class, though."

Snape shook his head understandingly, not wanting to press the topic any further. He didn't want to risk triggering you again and just asked, "Do you need anything? Anything I can get you?"

Normally, Snape intimidated you. You weren't absolutely terrified of him like the other students, but the man had a daunting presence. However, seeing this soft side of him today told you that there was more to him than met the eye; more than he let on. He had been absolutely patient and calmed you down and was now asking you if there was anything else that he could assist you with. Maybe that's what encouraged you to say what you did.

"Could you maybe just... stay with me?" You asked nervously. Professor Snape was visibly taken aback by the request. He was known to be the brooding, terrifying dungeon bat, but here this girl was, asking him to stay with her because she somehow found comfort in his presence.

A few moments of silence passed and you were beginning to wonder if you overstepped with your request, when he finally spoke. "I don't see why not?"

Using his wand, he accio'd a book (he'd grade papers but his dominant hand was in your grasp) and leaned against the leg of the table, flipping through the pages as you pulled your legs up onto your chair, curling into a ball. He'd ask you or glance over at you every couple of minutes, checking to make sure that you were still okay.

"Need anything, [Y/N]?" He asked, finishing the page he was reading. His head snapped in your direction when he didn't receive a response only to find that you had drifted off to sleep.

The cold dungeon air and the sweat from earlier had cooled your body down, and you were now shivering slightly. Noticing this, he got up, took off his cloak, and draped it over you (which was quite the task considering he could only use one hand, and he didn't want to wake you) before he sat back down.

He watched you for a moment as you slept. You looked so peaceful; a stark contrast to your earlier state. A smile crept onto his lips as he saw you snuggle into his cloak, a subtle smile gracing your features. In that moment, a thought entered his mind:

'I'm not going to let anything harm you.'

The thought took him by surprise. He wondered why he felt this urge to protect you and make sure you were cared for, and he realised that he saw his younger self in you. Right then, he decided - he wouldn't let another student suffer like he did; not if he could help it, at least. With another smile, he returned to his book, reading as you slept peacefully.

[mrsseverussnape]

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Rickmas 2021: Day 1

Prompt: Baking (prompt list)

Fluff (but 13+)

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Reader

Warnings: too sweet (lmao I'm so witty. jk), things get a little steamy so it's 13+ only pls

Word count: 1184

A/N: Hello, friends! I realise that I'm late (still dying because of college and I've managed to fall sick now) but I'll be doing the Rickmas Challenge 2021 by @deepperplexity (or at least, trying to. My days might be all off but I just like the prompts too much to not do them lol) I'll be writing shorter drabbles/one-shots. Hope you like them! <3

"You know... Considering how much you love sweets and baked goods, you really should learn how to bake," you said as you entered the pantry to look for ingredients.

"I agree, but I lack the motivation when I have such a beautiful girlfriend who bakes so well," Sinclair said, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slightly pulled you back into his chest. He hunched over as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

:"Maybe I should stop, then," you said, spinning around to face him with a smirk. "That ought to be enough motivation, I believe."

He leaned back, still holding you, and furrowed his brows as he looked you in the eye. "You take that back right now! Don't even joke about something like that."

"Who said I was joking?" you chuckled.

He pouted slightly and you said, "Come on, Mr. Bryant. We're gonna teach you how to bake today." He gave you puppy-dog eyes but you simply raised an eyebrow at him, making him put his arms up defensively at your expression.

"Alright, then. What are we making?" he asked as you rolled the sleeves of his sweatshirt up. "What do you feel like eating?" you asked, as you moved him to the side of you. He went into deep thought and was silent for quite a while.

"That's a great strategy. If you never answer, you won't have to bake," you teased. He snapped out his thoughts and said, "Ah! It's not like that! I just couldn't decide between cookies and brownies," he chuckled.

"I know, darling. I was only teasing," you said, pecking him on the cheek. "Also, who says we have to choose? We can combine the two."

"Wait, what?" Sinclair looked absolutely stunned at your words and looked at you like an overwhelmed child in a toy store. "We can do that?"

"Um... yes? Have you never had a brookie before?" you asked.

"It even has a name?!"

You nodded as you chuckled at Sinclair visibly bouncing with excitement. You started your preparation and Sinclair followed you around till you told him to preheat the oven and get bowls to prepare the batter in. You stood next to him, giving him instructions on what, and how much to add. How wet ingredients needed to be mixed together, and then the dry ingredients are mixed in a different bowl before they're folded in. Being the curious cat that he was, Sinclair was eager and quick to learn.

As he was mixing the ingredients together, you saw that his hair kept getting in his face and had an idea. You asked him to continue as you ran upstairs to your bedroom. You rummaged through your dresser, looking for what you wanted.

You returned to the kitchen when he was about to fold the dry ingredients in. With your hands behind your back, you approached him and asked him to move away from the counter. Stepping in between him and the counter, you asked him to shut his eyes and he did. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt you put a hairband on him and he was about to open his eyes when you said, "Keep them shut for just a little longer, please."

"Okay," he answered.

His eyes opened instantly when he heard the camera go off and was planning on scolding you just a little, but was unable to when he saw how happily you were smiling. And rightfully so. Sinclair looked absolutely adorable in the hairband you had put on him; it had little dog ears and the colour almost matched Sinclair's hair.

Since it made you so happy, Sinclair kept the hairband on (at least that's what he claimed, but you could tell it was growing on him). Once the batter was mixed, you scooped a little bit with your finger, giving it a taste test before putting it in the oven. As he watched you lick your finger clean, Sinclair thought to himself, 'Think pure thoughts. If I knock everything off the counter now, I won't get to taste the brookie.'

"This tastes great, Sinclair! Not at all bad for your first time baking," you said cheerily, and Sinclair looked very pleased with himself.

As Sinclair, poured the batter into the tin and put it into the oven, you cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away. As you were finishing up, Sinclair came up behind you once again. He placed his arms on either side of you and used his body to pin you against the counter. He placed soft, gentle kisses along your neck, making you moan softly as he made his way up to your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body as he said, "If you make pretty sounds like that, we're gonna be in trouble, love."

You felt him place his large hand on your thigh and he gave it a light squeeze. You bucked your hips backwards, pressing against him in an attempt to escalate things faster.

"Patience, darling," he teased in return. He returned his attention to your neck, being a little rougher this time. You surely would've lost your balance if Sinclair hadn't been holding you up.

His hand quickly slid up to your waist as he turned you to face him and his finger tilted your head up to meet his gaze. You saw him, still in the hairband and finally got some control over your senses as you said, "Let's stop here or we're going to burn the brookies." He looked taken aback and was about to speak but you cut him off, saying, "We both know you're not gonna stop anytime soon if you start now. So, let's eat some dessert and then we can work it off afterwards, hmm?"

He simply chuckled in agreement, not being able to refute your statement. Then, you both snuggled up on the couch till the oven beeped. As soon as it did, Sinclair jumped up and rushed to get the brookies out; in his excitement, he nearly forgot to wear mittens but thankfully, you called out from the living room and reminded him.

Entering the kitchen, you told him that he needed to be patient for a few more minutes and let the brookies cool down before he could take a bite. He paced around impatiently for those few minutes that felt like an eternity. When you finally fed him a bite, the look of joy on his face was unmatchable. Sinclair had always been a foodie and loved trying new things. That, paired with the sweet tooth that he had, made this quite an enjoyable moment for him.

Once you both had finished eating, you got up to put the plate away and said, "So, learning how to bake was good after all."

"Definitely! I had a lot of fun. Thank you," he said as he got up and hugged you.

"Anytime. It was fun for me too," you said, hugging him back.

He lifted you off the ground, scooping you up in his arms as you held onto him for support. "What are you doing?" you asked, surprised.

"Just because the brookies were great, doesn't mean I forgot. We've had the dessert. Now, it's time to work it off, right?"

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What Are You Doing Here?!

Fluff Warning: mention of character's death (but not really? idk) Prompt: Based on @thatawfulsnapeboy 's post and this illustration by @ershebet that I saw later, which I needed to write into it XD Word count: 1213 A/N: I don't know how to write a eulogy. Sue me. Also, I wanted to write something funny but this got serious as I wrote it. Idk I just let it take its course lol. Couldn't write a full fic but I hope this little one-shot(?) suffices :) And I know this isn't my best work but I didn't hate it too much so I posted it lol

3 days after the battle of Hogwarts

"...he was a beloved friend, a caring professor - which you might find hard to believe," he chuckled. "But most of all, he was the most... unlikely guide. Today, we mourn the loss of so many of our friends and family - Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown among many others, and Severus Tobias Snape, who was undoubtedly, the bravest man I ever knew."

As Harry finished, a few sniffles were heard from the students, but McGonagall was sobbing uncontrollably. As he walked toward Hermione and Ron, McGonagall approached him, saying, "Thank you, Potter. I know your relationship with Severus was... complicated, but I don't think I could've brought myself to speak about him. After how everything went down..." She broke out into heavy sobs once again, and Harry gave her an understanding nod, allowing her to take her leave.

As she walked away, she bumped into a man, nearly losing her balance when she did. His large hands grabbed her shoulders, steadying her, which led to the loose sleeves of his robe rolling back. He was quick to react but she didn't miss the scar on his left arm, immediately drawing her wand out and pointing it at the man.

Minerva's actions had drawn everyone's attention to the two of them. His hood hid his face as he looked around, and he raised his arms in surrender, not wanting any conflict.

"You have some nerve!" She shouted. "Showing up here after having been a death eater!"

Several others reached for their wands as they watched the scene unfold. An exhausted sigh came from the man in the dark robe, and a hoarse voice was heard.

"I didn't survive that stupid snake's attack to be killed by my friend," he sassed.

Minerva's eyes widened in shock at the familiar voice and she lowered her wand as the bystanders watched in confusion. To anyone else, it wasn't evident since the voice was much rougher than it once used to be, but to Minerva, it was unmistakable.

She slowly took careful steps towards the man, her head tilting as she tried to get a better look under the hood of his cloak. His hands pulled the hood back, revealing his pale face and dark hair that fell to his shoulders, covering the scars on his neck.

"Never thought anyone would show up for my funeral if I'm being honest," Severus said, looking around at the confused crowd surrounding them. His eyes stopped at Harry, and he fought back a small smile as he watched the Boy Who Lived (again). His eyes scanned the rest of the crowd before settling on Minerva's tear-stricken ones. "Please stop crying," he said softly as he took a step towards her.

She let him envelop her in a (very awkward) hug as he attempted to calm her down. As she finally calmed down, the situation sunk in and she shoved him, scolding, "You have a lot of explaining to do!"

"Okay, now I regret coming back," he said, earning a glare from the elder lady.

"What do you mean you regret coming back?! You better not tell me that you were considering not coming back!"

"...umm no?"

"Severus Tobias Snape!"

"Hey, what are you middle naming me for?!"

"Severus!"

"Okay, fine. I was not planning on coming back."

Harry had made his way through the crowd and was now standing behind McGonagall as he asked, "What changed your mind?" Severus frowned at the boy chiming in but then mumbled something that was barely audible.

"What was that?" Minerva questioned.

He sighed and softly said, "...all my stuff is here."

Minerva glared at the man on hearing his response but lost her composure when the man refused to meet her gaze. She cracked up and Severus let out a discreet smile as he watched her laugh. Finally catching her breath, she said, "You've looked Voldemort in the eye as you lied to him, but refuse to look at me when I glare at you?"

"You're terrifying when you're mad," he muttered, causing her to burst out into laughter once again.

-

Minerva had retired to the castle and Severus posed next to his grave as a floating camera flashed next to him. He turned to Harry who was giving him an incredulous look. "What," he asked flatly. "When else am I going to get an opportunity to pose next to my grave?"

Harry simply shrugged and said, "I still can't believe you're here."

"Wishing I'd stayed dead, Potter?"

"Not at all," Harry replied quickly.

Snape raised an eyebrow at the boy and could sense there was something that he wanted to say. "What do you want to say? Just spit it out."

"How are you alive? I saw you die."

He paused and pondered on how he should've answered that question. After a good minute of silence, he said, "I don't see how that's any of your concern." The look of frustration on Harry's face led to a grin forming on his as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

A small smirk formed on Harry's face as he said, "Fair enough." He raised an eyebrow at the man and teased, "So... my eyes, huh?" Snape's eyes widened as he recalled his last words to the boy and the fact that Harry had seen his memories. He narrowed his eyes at the chuckling boy and scoffed.

"Oh, I should've just bought new stuff over the years," he groused as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Just as he was about to walk off, a hoard of people swarmed him, with Rita Skeeter front and centre with her Quick Quotes quill.

He turned to glare at Harry who threw his arms up defensively and said, "I don't know how they found out." Severus let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to the crowd as they began questioning him.

"How did you survive?", "Did Mr. Potter stage your death?", "Did Voldemort spare you to help him rise again?", "How long had you been playing the double agent?"

Severus just sneered at them before returning to his stoic expression and saying, "I'm just a figment of your imagination, honestly. Watch." He made a bunch of hand gestures before pointing to the sky and drawing their attention to it. As they looked at the sky, he apparated from in front of them and Harry had to hold back a laugh as the reporters looked at each other in confusion while looking around for him.

Apparating into the potions room, he saw Minerva who seemed to have been waiting for him.

"You stayed there longer than I thought you would," she teased.

"A near-death experience changes a man," he joked. The sadness in her eyes returned momentarily before she shook her head and said, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"Must I?" He whined.

"Yes, you must. I'll put the kettle on and you can tell me all about it."

He sighed and agreed, knowing there was no winning against the woman. "Alright, but this stays between the two of us. Not a word to anyone," he said.

"Okay," she answered, walking into his office.

"Not even your beloved Potter," he warned.

"You have my word." She assured as she pulled a chair for him, smiling from ear to ear, happy to not have lost another dear friend to the war.

[rickmandowneyjr]

Fluff, angst

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader

Warning: mention of character's death

Word count: 1300

(feedback is appreciated ^_^)

No description. Just read to find out :p

Entering the headmaster's office, you saw Severus standing with his back to you. You took a moment to eye him, his frame, and the way he stood, before shutting the door behind you. As it clicked, he spoke, "[Y/N]. Back again, are we?" His voice sent butterflies through your stomach, as it always did. You smirked to yourself, before feigning annoyance and saying, "You didn't even turn around. Why did you just assume it was me?"

He chuckled lowly as he turned around. "Well, you're my most frequent visitor, love," he smiled warmly at you. "Besides, I could feel you ogling me," he teased.

Yep, now in your 7th year at Hogwarts, you had been dating Severus Snape for over two years. You'd had a crush on him since the second year when you were 14 (yes, you were older than your classmates), choosing to act on your feelings, only a couple of weeks after you had turned eighteen.

You still remembered kissing him in your 6th year, when he was the DADA professor. Bold move, considering he'd given you detention for being distracted in his class. You'd been trying to find an opportunity to confess to him when he presented you with the perfect one. As you were reminiscing the beginning of your little love story, he brought you back to reality when he asked, "So, what did you do this time?"

A smirk tugged at your lips as you recalled the incident. "I may or may not have turned the Quidditch field pink," you said, trying to hold back your laughter as you remembered the horrified looks on everyone's faces. You looked up at Severus, who had an amused smile on his face.

"You look like you're not surprised," you said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, after you turned the new DADA professor's office neon yellow, I don't think I am," he snickered. Seeing him smile so freely made your heart swell. He never did it as often, earlier. But I guess it was cause he had no troubles anymore. The Battle against Voldemort happened the previous year, which Voldemort lost, meaning everyone was finally free of the Dark Lord's torment. Though it sucked that you had to repeat the final year, you chose to see it as a good thing; it meant you could still see Severus.

"Why do you never smile around others? I swear they'd think of you as less scary if they saw you smiling this adorably."

"First of all, I'm glad they're still scared of me. I have a reputation to uphold. And second of all, I'd smile around others if they made me smile like you do."

Your heart fluttered at his words. Severus always said these things so nonchalantly - it added to the beauty of it, honestly. He gave you such sweet compliments without the intention of it being a compliment.

"So, what did you do today?" You asked, taking a seat on the headmaster's table.

"Same old, same old. Not much to do here, I'm afraid. Must you always sit on top of the table?" He asked.

"I recall you enjoying it when I would hop onto your table in the DADA classroom," you teased.

"It was different then. I could simply lock the door and do something about it," he played along. You smirked before hopping off the table and taking a seat on the chair, mumbling an annoyed, "Fine."

The rest of detention went by just talking to Severus and telling him about your day. You both recalled instances from when you had just started dating, laughing and playfully arguing about whose version of the events was correct. You were smiling to yourself when Severus spoke, interrupting your thoughts. His tone had changed, assuming a more serious one and you worried about the discussion that was to come.

"Everything aside, you can't keep doing this, sweetheart. You're just ruining your perfect record in school."

"I don't really care about a perfect record. I already have my grades securing my future," you mumbled.

"I agree. But getting detention over and over just to come see me, isn't a good look. Neither is healthy," he spoke with concern and care, trying to not hurt you with his words.

You inhaled sharply, letting out a shaky exhale at his words. Before you could recover from the earlier sentence, he dropped yet another harsh truth for you to comprehend.

"Besides, you graduate next week. What are you going to do then? You won't be able to see me."

You took yet another deep breath, knowing there was truth in his words. You were just conveniently ignoring the facts up until now, putting off having to deal with reality. You didn't want to discuss it until you had to leave, wanting to enjoy whatever time you had left with him. "I know," you sighed. "If I'm being honest, I'm considering whisking you away from here. A kidnapping, if you will," you joked. "I just need to find the perfect getaway vehicle now."

He let out a soft chuckle but remained serious. "We can't keep doing this. I understand that it's difficult. It's difficult for me too," he paused. "You have your whole life ahead of you and my future is here, at Hogwarts."

Severus was only stating what you knew, but that didn't make the words hurt any less. "I could always come back to be a professor. The DADA teacher, if Hogwarts would have me."

"You're a talented witch, love. And Hogwarts would be lucky to have you as a professor, but I would have to say no."

"Why not?" You argued.

"Because not only do I know that you planned to be an Auror, but also because you have your whole life ahead of you. I'm not letting you throw your future away because of me, little one. You need to move on."

"Plans change, Severus. We planned our life together but look where we are right now."

"No means no, little one!"

"But-"

"Please, love! I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you do what you want to. It's absolutely ridiculous! Please don't make spend the rest of my life with that guilt."

You finally snapped at that sentence. "What life?!"

Silence filled the room, the ringing in your ears growing louder until it stopped. The admittance had your heart pounding against your chest and you could hear it in your ears as you felt your pulse throbbing in your neck. Tears stung your eyes, knowing this was it. Your little fantasy had finally been shattered, forcing you to accept reality.

"What life, Severus? Rest of your life? Of all the thing you could've said?" Your voice cracked as a few tears escaped, streaming down your cheeks.

"You're gone! And this is all I have left of you. It's pathetic, really. I've been so unable to move on, I've attached myself to a portrait."

You sobbed silently as he watched. What else could he do? He couldn't comfort you... No matter how much he wanted to. So he just watched, hearing your heart-wrenching sobs as you finally let it all out.

"I could never move on. Knowing you loved me until your very last breath, knowing that we could've been something so much more, and remembering everything that we got to be. No one could ever take your place. So, no. I won't move on. But, I will stop coming to see you if that's what you want," you said, walking towards him.

You brought your hand to your lips, kissing it softly, transferring it onto the canvas, placing it where his hand was. You turned around and walked to the door, looking at him one last time as you left. "Goodbye, Severus."

[rickmandowneyjr]

omg a request for a one shot!! imagine being lionel shabandar’s main competitor in business and y'all met at a painting auction and getting drunk and he fucked you senseless in his hotel room

Not Too Shabby

Smut, just straight-up smut (18+)

Pairing: Lionel Shabandar x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, degradation (name-calling), age gap

Word count: 2796

A/N: Okay so I might have actually lost it writing this one. Lemme know what you think lol.

Sipping on your whiskey, you were seated at the bar, waiting for the auction to begin. Your hair was gently pulled back into a low, messy bun, with a few loose strands framing your face. You wore a maroon pantsuit, showing off the top of your black, lace bralette under the blazer, as you casually leaned against the counter.

You shut your eyes as you rolled them, as the fourth person in the past half hour approached you. You were just about ready to say that you weren't interested when the person spoke, a small smirk appearing on your lips instead.

"[Y/N]. I see you've found the bar already." The person mused.

"Well, I need something to deal with the headache that comes with having to shoo men away over and over again..." you said, turning to face the man, "Shabby."

As your eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow at the sound of the familiar nickname. He took a seat and you eyed his outfit. He wore a deep red blazer, himself, and it looked great on him.

"Trying to match me, are we?" You teased.

"Please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I don't need to do that, darling. That's what you're here for," you bit back with a wink.

You were blessed with yet another eye-roll for that comment. You chuckled softly as you took another sip.

"So, which one will you be going after?" He asked.

"I have my eyes on the 'Pendant portraits' by Rembrandt, but don't worry, I'll make sure to chase after whatever you have your eyes on as well," you said, giving him a cheeky grin. "The 'Impression, Sunrise', I presume?"

He rolled his eyes at you as he scoffed, turning to call the bartender, but you didn't miss the smirk he was trying to fight. Lionel Shabandar was a very successful businessman, media tycoon, and art collector. He ruled the industry. Well, until you showed up, at least. In the last three years, you'd grown enough to give Lionel tough competition and had managed to snag some of his clients. Needless to say, you were his biggest rival.

However, unlike his other competitors, Lionel didn't dislike you. No, he was rather fond of you, actually. Not only were you witty and fun to banter with, but also someone who he butt heads with in the industry. The biggest bonus though was that you were an art collector, just like him, which meant that he kept running into you at events like this one.

You talked business for a while, which basically meant that you made snarky remarks in good fun, till the auction started, and you were to take your seats. Walking into the room, you took a seat at a table and Lionel joined you, sitting across from you, facing you. As people began bidding, you showed no interest until the painting you had your eyes on was up.

Though multiple people had their eyes on the piece of art, you won, having bid $180 million, and left everyone shocked. Since Lionel had recently taken an interest in impressionism, he did not participate.

However, when the time came for Lionel to bid, you gave him a run for his money. The whole room fell silent as the bids bounced back and forth between the two of you. Starting at $30 million, Lionel was the first to bid and you outbid him almost instantly. Within the first minute, anyone else interested had dropped out, realising they stood no chance against the two of you. Eventually, Lionel bid a whopping $250 million after your bid of 200. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow at you, and his eyes said it all. 'Your move, darling,' you could almost hear the arrogance in his voice even though he hadn't spoken.

Dropping every single jaw in the room, you announced, "$350 million."

Even Lionel stared at you with a stupefied look, trying to comprehend what you had just done. As the auctioneer called for another bid, Lionel was about to speak up but his breath hitched at the feeling of your bare foot riding up his leg. He widened his eyes at you, causing you to chuckle under your breath. Pressing along his thigh, you stopped at his crotch, gently applying pressure to the small bulge that was forming. He visibly gulped and you took it a step further, stroking him between your toes. Hissing at the sensation, he shut his eyes and you smirked as the man finished announcing, "...going twice, sold! To no. 37, that is, Ms. [L/N]!"

Lionel's eyes snapped open upon hearing that, making him completely aware of his surroundings again. He shot a glare your way as you withdrew your leg, giving him an amused smile. He narrowed his eyes at you and you pouted. Thankfully, that was the last piece, allowing you to get up and leave, Lionel following you closely.

"That wasn't fair, sweetheart," he said.

You turned to face him as you approached the door. "No hard feelings, Shabby," you mused. "Besides, this isn't the first time you've lost an auction. Why so sour?" You teased, turning to exit. He pushed the door shut with one hand, pinning you in between the two. "That wasn't what I was talking about, darling," he said as he moved closer, and you could feel his clothed member pressing into you.

You turned around and placed a hand on his chest, tugging at the collar of his suit jacket, "I take responsibility for my actions. Now, are we going to your hotel room or mine?"

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at your words. He moved away, opening the door for you. You walked out and the two of you were immediately swarmed by a few paparazzi. The cameras flashed as they clicked pictures and asked you, "How does it feel to be on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list, Ms. [L/N]?"

Lionel leaned in, whispering to you. "I didn't know you made Forbes' list."

"Sure you didn't," you teased, and with a subtle roll of his eyes, he said, "I guess congratulations are in order."

"Don't feel too bad, Shabby. You would've made it too if you weren't so..." you paused, subtly side-eyeing him with a playful smile. "Old," you said.

Placing his hand on the small of your back, he said, "More often than not, my dear, age equals experience." The warmth from where his hand was spread all through you and you could feel yourself getting excited. Neither of you had looked away from the cameras, leaving the paparazzi none-the-wiser about your little exchange.

"No matter, though. You're about to learn that tonight," he said suggestively, and you finally looked away from the cameras, turning to face him with raised eyebrows. A smirk was plastered on his face and his usually hazel eyes seemed darker, clouded with lust.

With his hand still on your back, he ushered you through the crowd and into his limo. The moment you were inside, neither of you couldn hold back anymore.  You kissed him, and his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. As you straddled him, he pulled away for a moment, saying, "The Langham," and rolled up the partition.

His lips met yours again, effortlessly finding their rhythm once again. His tongue ran across your lower lip, asking for access. You obliged, parting your lips slightly. His tongue almost instantly met yours and they moved against each other in harmony. You pulled away, needing to catch your breath and his lips found your neck, diligently kissing and sucking on your pulse point.

He unbuttoned your suit, completely revealing the beautiful bralette underneath. His hand slid under the thin, lace fabric and you let out a gasp at how cold his hands were, instantly hardening your nipples. Your head lulled back as one hand massaged your breasts and the other gripped your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing your core against the tent in his pants.

"Lionel," you exhaled shakily.

The sound of his name on your lips only riled him up more, causing him to gently nip at your skin and roughly tease your nipples. You leaned against him, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a louder moan. He finally pulled away, looking at the reddened skin on your neck, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Sliding off his lap and back into your seat, your hand trailed to his trousers, palming him through them. He groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze, and you freed his cock, allowing it to spring free from its confines. He was huge and your eyes widened at the sight since it looked like he wasn't even fully hard yet. Your fingers wrapped around his cock and he leaned into his seat, letting out a soft moan as you started stroking him. His eyes fluttered shut and you took the opportunity to wrap your lips around his head, causing him to let out a throaty moan.

You chuckled at the reaction before taking him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks out. His fingers wrapped around your nape as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, which was getting even harder. Your hand moved to cup his balls and he groaned in pleasure. You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and picked up the pace. He came, bucking his hips upwards as his grip around your neck tightened, holding you in place as he released his hot seed deep in your throat. You pulled away, coughing lightly as you swallowed the last of it.

"Sorry," he panted, asking, "Was I too rough there?" You softly shook your head as you wiped the corner of your mouth, letting him know that you were fine.

Perfectly in time, the vehicle came to a halt. The two of you took a moment to look at each other and make yourself presentable before stepping out. You made your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where you found yourselves entangled in each other yet again, on the ride up.

Finally entering his room, he immediately pinned you against the door, his mouth claiming yours. Your hands made their way into his soft, fading blonde hair as his hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you up. With your legs wrapped around him and the door supporting you, he moved his hands to your jacket, fumbling with the buttons. The cool air, along with the feeling of his fingertips gently grazing your skin as he slid it down your shoulders, sent goosebumps across your body.

Letting the jacket fall to the floor, he carried you to the bedroom, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he did. His lips never left yours, and the kiss only got sloppier and more desperate with each step he took. He threw you onto the mattress, his hands wrapping around the waistband of your trousers as he yanked them off. Matching your bralette, you were left in a black lace thong and he let out a low growl as his eyes raked over your body.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling you as leaned over you to kiss you.  Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his jacket and dress shirt, and he gripped your wrists just as you finished undoing them, pushing them over your head as he brought his mouth down to your still clothed breasts.

His lips found your peaks, leaving biting kisses through the fabric. One hand trailed down your side and found your dripping cunt.

"I've barely done anything and you're soaked. What am I to do with you, hmm?" He mused as he rubbed circles around your clit.

"H-have your way with m-me, daddy," you breathed, aching for his touch.

He raised an eyebrow at you, saying, "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"

Your eyes slightly widened in surprise at the name-calling, but you were into it since it was Lionel. You nodded softly and he smirked at you. Quickly discarding your underwear, you felt him tease your entrance with his tip, rubbing along your folds as he said, "Tell me what you want, cub."

"Y-you. I want to f-feel you, L-"

He cut you off as his fingers wrapped around your throat and your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed into you, spreading your lips for him as he entered you. Your back arched as he filled you up and your fingers gripped the sheets.

"Fuck! S-so... tight! He said, pausing only a moment before he started moving. Pulling out slowly, he rammed back into you, his head hitting your cervix. You whimpered at the feeling, pain and pleasure colliding in a way you had never experienced before. "Oh my G-god Li-" you said, but were cut-off by his grip tightening around your throat.

"Not that," he panted as he thrust into you, "Call me what you did, e-earlier."

You indulged him immediately, saying, "D-daddy, you feel s-so good!" You could see Lionel squeeze his eyes shut as he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. Relentlessly, he kept thrusting into you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, playing with it. Your nerves felt as though they were on fire, the stimulation bringing you closer to your release.

"I'm close," you cried out.

At that, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He leaned over your body, pushing deep into you, hitting you at a completely new angle. You buried your face into the mattress, muffling your sounds of ecstasy. Lionel moved close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he said, "Does daddy's little slut want to come?"

You gasped. You weren't used to this - no man had ever called you names simply because they were too intimidated. For that very same reason, no one had ever been able to dominate you either. Not well, at least. Lionel Shabandar had unlocked a new kink for you today and you loved it. You nodded and he said, "Well, not yet. That's what you get for not letting me hear you."

You squirmed as you fought the climax that was building. You were doing pretty well considering Lionel was pounding into you, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust. As he slowed his motions to longer, rougher thrusts, you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Daddy," you breathed. "I'm gonna-"

"Not yet," he warned, roughly kissing your shoulder.

"P-please," you begged.

His eyes met your gaze as you looked back at him with a pleading look. A smirk appeared on his face as he said, "Do you admit that you're daddy's little whore?"

You nodded yet again and he tutted, "Ah-ah. I want to hear you say it."

You gulped as you admitted, "I... I'm daddy's little whore."

"Good girl," he mused, picking up the pace. "Now.. come for daddy."

At that, your toes curled and you bucked your hips to meet his as your orgasm finally washed over you. He kept his pace, his own release inching closer as he felt your walls clamp down on his cock. With one last powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, leaning over your body as he placed a tired kiss on your temple.

"You did so well, cub," he praised as lay down next to you.

"Well, I agree with your wisdom. With age, comes experience, indeed," you said breathlessly and he chuckled lowly at your response.

Turning to face you, he said, "Considering how snarky you are, who knew you'd be so submissive in bed?" You rolled your eyes at his comment, not bothering with a reply. "Also, daddy issues? I never would've guessed," he teased.

"That's rich coming from the guy who enjoyed every bit of it," you bit back, playfully.

His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, saying, "And there's my snarky little cub." He placed a kiss on your shoulder and you turned around to face him.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, okay? Just need to get cleaned up."

He groaned as you got out of bed and you turned to him, saying, "You're welcome to join me if you'd like."

"I thought you said you wanted to get cleaned up?" He asked, sitting up with a playful smirk on his face.

Acting surprised you said, "Well, I didn't think you could go again, old man..."

He narrowed his eyes at you as he bit his lip. "Oh, you really need to be taught a lesson," he said, lifting you up as he carried you into the bathroom.