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marvel-snape-writes · 3 months ago

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

Infatuated Reflections Plagued By Self-loathing

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

5.7k+ words

18+ solo smut 🤭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Severus’ lip twitched, now staring at his feet.

“It is only natural to—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For me?” She bit her lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HERE

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

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

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

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

“You—”

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

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

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

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

“Show me.” She whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes.” He nodded quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marvel-snape-writes · 7 months ago

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Hi!! Could you maybe do a one shot of snape wanting to ask his partner to have sex but is too nervous, so after his partner falls asleep he goes into the living room and jerks off? But this time his partner woke up halfway through his little session and finally gave him what he desired

For You To Beg

Snape x original female character

18+ smut and solo smut

5.3k+ words

This has to be one of my favourite requests ever and I had a load of fun writing it! Whoever you are, thank you and I hope you enjoy it! 🫶🫶🫶

It was their closeness that aroused him the most. The intimate, quiet, subtle moments that they shared. Gentle hands caressing, light kisses; lips against skin, tauntingly over clothes, lips against lips. The small noises of delight they would make whilst doing any of this. She loved how his hand would delicately brush against her cheek while they kissed, and he loved how she would reward him with a kiss back each time.

“I hate how early we have to be up tomorrow.” She sighed, lazily kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” Severus pouted his lips, reaching an arm out to tuck her hair behind her ear, “But…”

“But?” She arched a brow, remaining leant up on her elbow as she gazed down at him on the bed.

“The night is still young.” Severus spoke softly, though with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Mhmm…” She absentmindedly drew patterns against his chest, biting her lip as their eyes met, “And what's that supposed to mean?”

Severus cupped her face in his large hand and brought her down closer to him, speaking only a few inches away from her lips, “Whatever you want it to mean.”

Their lips pressed together and she placed a hand on the pillow at the side of his head, closing her eyes. Severus placed one hand on the upper-half of her back as she leaned over him a little more whilst the other hand remained against her cheek. Once Severus was confident she had eased into the kiss, his eyes closed, too. Their kisses were sweet and slow, both of them taking time to get a taste of one another before the next. She rolled onto him properly, not breaking the kiss for a moment and placing her hands against his cheeks, lightly caressing her thumbs over his cheeks as their kiss grew deeper. Severus loved the new weight on top of him, welcoming her with both of his arms now wrapped around her and kissing her with parted lips. One of his hands slid up the back of her night shirt and their tongues touched briefly, sending a jolt toward the pit of his stomach. After a few long moments of their tongues tangled together, she broke the kiss and instead trailed them to his jaw, kissing along it until she was then met with the side of his neck and smirking when she felt his hand attempt to grasp at her from under her night shirt as a result; his rough fingertips trembling against her skin.

“M-Mm…” He whimpered, feeling her lips now peppering kisses down the side of his neck, “That's nice, baby.” He spoke in a gruff whisper, tilting his head to the side to ease her access and moving one of his hands to one of her breasts, gently kneading his palm against the side of it whilst she remained pressed chest-to-chest against him; unsure which part of that was turning him on more.

She rolled her hips against his once her lips were met with the crook of his neck, causing a small whine to sound from his lips. Severus’ eyes remained closed, unsure how much of her taunting he could take. This wasn't helped when he felt her breath against his skin from her moaning as a result of his hand still massaging against one of her breasts, now lightly flicking the tip of her tongue against the crook of his neck. His lips parted to speak this time, but words quickly disappeared from his head when he felt her begin to kiss her way back up his neck, though the front of it this time, and she smirked when she felt the vibrations of his groan against her lips.

Severus’ hands weakly brushed against her skin from beneath her night shirt as her lips faintly grazed over his Adam’s apple, feeling his cock engorging further from everything that she was doing. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she readjusted herself — for now she was only sat over his lower stomach — and found out for herself.

“Sev?” She whispered against him, her lips now lingering against his jaw.

“Mm… mhmm?” Severus responded in a daze, his fingertips continuing to tremble against her back.

She trailed kisses to his ear and kissed it sweetly before whispering into it innocently, “Goodnight.”

Severus’ eyes opened when he felt her climb off him completely and lay back at his side again, resting her head against his chest. He exhaled as quietly as he could, trying to seem unbothered by this abrupt ending of her gentle taunting.

“Goddamn this bloody early start tomorrow.” He chuckled uneasily, swallowing hard as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s only one day for the sake of a training session before the new school year starts,” She spoke with a smile, “We’ll be able to sleep in for another few days after that until the real madness begins.”

Severus nodded in agreement and dipped his chin to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, though he knew perfectly well that sleeping was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He didn't know if she enjoyed taunting him or if she was just simply too time conscious as to what time they had to be up in the morning to even think about taking things any further than a few harmless kisses and touching. He was tempted to insinuate that he didn't quite want the night to end just yet, but was afraid of coming on a bit too strong. Should he talk to her about it? Try and perhaps even hint physically that he wanted her? Even if he was known as the severe, sharp tongued Professor, he was certainly nervous when it came to talking about that. So, instead, he settled with speaking softly as he closed his eyes, “Sweet dreams, dear.”

He felt her smile against his chest and it wasn't long before he could tell she had drifted off to sleep; her breathing a little more shallow. Severus’ eyes, however, opened again and he found himself staring up at the ceiling. He wished he had, had the courage to tell her how her kisses really made him feel, but he also didn't want to embarrass himself by making it obvious how quickly she had aroused him. The biggest issue now was the pulsing problem between his legs that was pitching the bedsheets slightly. He glanced down in the darkness and swallowed hard, well aware that if she was to move her arm from being hooked across his torso, she could easily feel it. Having her so near to him was not helping the situation, however. Maybe he should try and slip out of bed and… walk it off?

He waited long enough to be almost completely sure she was in a deep sleep before he even began to think about trying to move without waking her. First, he moved his arm out from around her shoulders as steadily as possible, then he shuffled further to the edge of the bed whilst being careful not to allow the mattress dip too much as he moved. Carefully, once on his feet, he pulled the bedsheets up to cover her and silently tucked her into bed. He cringed as he took his first step away from the bed, praying that it wouldn't create a creak that would wake her. It didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached for his robe hung up on the back of his bedroom door, putting it on and tying the tassels round him as he made his way out of the bedroom.

Although he continued to move about the place as subtly as possible, the restriction held within the front of his boxers served as a constant reminder of why he needed to try and do anything that would take his mind off what he craved the most right now.

Just take care of it yourself.

He placed one of his hands over the bulge as he had the conversation with himself in his head. The brief contact made him shudder slightly but he shook his head, hoping that if he sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought of something else, his problem would disappear. Funnily enough, however, it didn't. She drove him crazy, like something he had never experienced before; he’d never felt lust or desire like it. He would have jumped at the chance to show her how she made him feel and exactly how he would like to show her certainly wasn't helping his situation. How he’d like her to have rocked against him, cause some friction against his needy cock. How he would've liked to have replaced his caressing hands against her breasts with his lips. He’d be gentle and tender, but also apply enough suction to leave his mark; dark purple ringlets in the shape of his lips from where they’d been. How he’d like to taste her, any part of her, all of her. His cock reacted with an almighty throb from his thoughts.

Fuck.

He knew at this point he wouldn't be able to sleep whatsoever unless he dealt with the problem. It kind of turned him on even more knowing he had to do something about it. Allow himself to do something about it. However, he had only just began to allow himself to enjoy pleasure from another person, let alone stoop so low to enjoy it from himself. He knew it wouldn't take long, and he knew this needy throbbing wouldn't go away any time soon. He wasn't going to wake her to see if she would be up for a bit of fooling around, how embarrassing, he thought. He was far too nervous to admit that this was the effect she repeatedly had on him.

No one has to know, as long as you get it over and done with quickly.

“Challenge accepted…” He mumbled to himself and untied his robe, watching as it came apart and revealed the stubborn protrusion in the front of his underwear. One of the things Severus hated the most, one thing that would almost bring out his self-loathing more than anything else, was giving in to himself like this. He inhaled deeply, ashamed and appalled with himself for already being so desperate for release. He was just going to have to get a grip, and in more ways than one.

His hand sank into the front of his underwear and wrapped around the base of his cock, exhaling deeply. Slowly and loosely, he moved his hand up and down his erection as he mentally came to terms with what he was about to do. Once his grip tightened, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he moaned quietly. His mind drifted to the intimate moments he had shared with her, and the longing of her hand to be around him instead. He pictured her there at the side of him on the sofa, lips against his neck, hand snug around his cock and pumping up and down his length in sync with each kiss upon his skin. His length pulsated in his fist, oozing precum and wetting the inside of his boxers with it. Absentmindedly, mostly because up until this point he didn't realise quite the extent how desperate he was to get himself off, he pushed the front of his boxers down with his free hand and pulled himself out of them completely for better ease of moving his wrist.

“O-Ohh… fuck.” He moaned to himself sinking further down into the sofa.

He took advantage of the clear stickiness gathering at the tip of his length and ran his index finger over it, hissing through clenched teeth. He then bit down on his bottom lip as he began to massage his sticky finger just beneath the head of his cock; bolts of electricity coursing through his body each time from the sheer sensitivity of it. The feeling served him for a while, but it only made his need to reach his climax as quickly as possible worse.

His hand was around his cock again and this time he was picturing her knelt on the floor in front of him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he imagined her taking him in her hand, her mouth. His wrist became almost possessed from the way it was now thrashing up and down his entire length, pushing his hips up slightly to meet with his fist and moaning each time as he pulsated in delight.

“E—El… Eleanor…” He moaned out the name of the woman he had left in his bed, too shy to wake her in a state like this, and began to twist his wrist, ensuring that his thumb rubbed just under the head of his cock, whispering this time, “Ellie, baby… mmmhh…”

He brought the fist of his free hand into his mouth and bit down on it hard in an attempt to silence the blissful sounds threatening to escape from his lips. He could barely stop himself at this point, whimpering as he bit down harder onto his fist. This moans, forced to be quiet, rattled in his throat as he relentlessly pumped his hand up and down, squeezing his eyes shut with his eyebrows narrowed.

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice asked from the doorway, startling him.

“H—Huh?!” His eyes snapped open and he tore his hand away from his cock, helplessly trying to cover himself back up again with either sides of his parted robe, “Fuck…” He muttered under his breath.

“Hm?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows at his now crimson cheeks once she was stood in front of him.

Severus couldn't even construct a sentence, let alone dare to look up at her. He could feel the heat in his cheeks now rising even higher than the one previously building in his stomach. Very briefly, he glanced up at her but then looked back down at the floor.

“I—I…” His mouth opened and closed like a fish, his heartbeat thumping in his chest in rhythm with the throbbing of his now unattended length.

Eleanor perched on the coffee table directly in front of him and bit her lip as she trailed her eyes up his body painfully slowly, paying particular attention to the protrusion trying to part through his robe. Their eyes met and Severus felt his hands immediately become sweaty, blinking hard.

“I asked if you were enjoying yourself…” She squinted her eyes, allowing her gaze to fall to the parting in his robe again before back up at his face and speaking before he even had a chance to respond, “I didn't tell you to stop.”

“I’m sorry?” Severus widened his eyes slightly, his voice coming out more high pitched than he had intended.

“You heard me,” She shrugged, licking her lips as her eyes gestured back toward his crotch again, “I didn't tell you to stop.”

“You… You want me to…” He felt his face begin to flush pink again, “While you…” He gestured weakly in front of him, “Right there?”

“Severus…” She sighed impatiently, giving him a stern look, “Did I fucking stutter?”

Severus shook his head.

“Do you really want to cum?” She narrowed her eyes again.

Severus hesitantly nodded, already ashamed of himself.

“Go ahead.” She spoke simply, leaning back on both of her hands behind her on the coffee table and crossing one of her legs over the other.

Severus inhaled deeply and stopped holding his robe closed, now allowing either side of it to part and reveal the angry arousal casting a pulsating shadow over his lower stomach. Eleanor lost her breath as she watched him wrap his hand around his stubborn erection and saw him shudder from the contact. Severus found it hard to distinguish whether he was more embarrassed or turned on from a result of following her instructions.

Once again, and with great ease, his fist began to work its way up and down himself, earning a muffled moan each time. He was so close to spilling just before she had caught him that he was afraid he was about to embarrass himself even further by showing he, as a grown man, actually had no self control at all when it came to how long he could make himself last. With this in mind, he was even more determined to prolong his climax as much as painfully possible.

“Mmm, does that feel good, baby?” Eleanor whispered, licking her lips as her eyes followed the movement of his hand, “To give in to what you caused?”

Severus’ gaze found hers again and he spoke darkly, “To give in to what you caused.”

“Me?” She asked, moving herself closer to him and placing a hand on each of his spread knees.

Severus nodded weakly and couldn't help but allow his eyes to fall shut. Eleanor watched in awe as his fist repeatedly stroked his length at a faster pace each time, his cock visibly pulsing in his grip. His eyes were now screwed shut as he grew closer and closer to the edge, mouth slightly parted and beads of sweat forming upon his face as he lost all self-dignity in order to chase the release he so desperately needed.

“Why didn't you wake me, Severus?” She asked, now off the coffee table completely and leaning over him with their faces close.

“B..Bec…” His voice trailed off when he felt her shift position and crouch in front of him instead, “Because- fuck.” He moaned softly, now feeling her lips against his inner parted thighs.

“Mm, mm, mm,” She made quiet noises as she peppered kisses up and down one thigh to the other.

“M—Must you tease me so?” He whimpered, afraid he would fall victim to the bubbling warmth in his stomach a little earlier than he had anticipated.

He tilted his head against the back of the sofa and let out a shaky breath each time his fist pumped up and down combined with the skilfully timed touches of her lips. His chest began to heave and he suddenly began to feel even more shame upon him at the thought of himself spilling over his own hand right in front of her.

“Me teasing, hm?” She scoffed playfully against his skin, pressing a harder kiss against him before lifting her head again and narrowing her eyes, “You are the one touching yourself over the state I apparently left you in…” She followed his fist with her eyes for a few moments before continuing, “Though, the mind boggles at just how I could leave you in such a state whilst I was sleeping.”

“Do not be a fool, it was obviously your actions before you were sleeping.” Severus spoke in a sudden unamused tone.

“Severus,” Eleanor’s voice lowered, “If you would like to keep that pathetically desperate cock of yours, I would suggest you don't ever speak to me like that again.”

Severus’ jaw locked, his hand now trembling as he stroked himself slowly and shuddered out a moan.

“Or is this what you planned all along, hm?” She arched a brow, “For me to wind up here; on my knees, between your legs, mouth open, tongue flat out, and me saying, ‘aim and fire, Professor.’. Did you have it all planned out?” She asked, her tongue already out and flattened as she parted her lips, making direct eye contact with him.

“E—Eleanor, please…” Severus whimpered, feeling the heat climbing his body at a rapid rate.

“Please… what?” She smirked, standing up and pushing his hand away from his cock as she did so, “Tell me why you didn't wake me, Severus.”

“I-I didn't want to-”

“Oh, you didn't?” She butted in, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“I-I wanted you,” He swallowed hard, “I just didn't want to wake you…”

“Such a gentleman…” She spoke in a sarcastically flattered tone, brushing her lips against his as she straddled his lap, “Why didn't you want to wake me, Severus?”

“No comment…” Severus mumbled, barely even to even kiss her due to how much he was trembling.

“Were you embarrassed of getting aroused so easily and thought coming in here to get yourself off would be the easier option?” She whispered against his lips this time.

Severus was too nervous to admit that, that was the truth, and kissed her properly this time as an attempt of trying to avoid it.

“Tell me the truth and I'll give you exactly what you want.” She tried not to grin so widely against his lips, now grinding against his upright, hardened length.

“Fuck…” He shuddered from her sudden direct contact, shakily raising his hands to place them on her hips, “I- I found myself in a certain aroused state after we bid goodnight, and…” He blinked hard and paused for a moment as she applied more pressure to him now, “I took it upon myself to come and…”

“Touch yourself?” She arched a brow, finishing his confession for him.

“T-Touch myself, yes…” He mumbled, trying to calm his breathing.

“And you didn't wake me or feel like telling me because…” She pulled back slightly and raised her nightgown over her head; her now naked body sending his head spinning even more.

“B-Bec…” He blinked hard to try and force himself to concentrate, “Because I was ashamed of allowing myself to feel that way.”

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Severus,” She whispered, now sitting over his length completely and whimpering against his lips as she felt him fill her entirely, her hands cupping his face, “In fact, to have that effect on you, it is rather fucking hot.”

“O-Oh, El…” He gasped, his body jolting forward as the air got caught in his throat, “Ellie, baby…”

“Shh, shh,” She continued to hold his face in her hands, starting to bounce over his cock and pressing a kiss to his lips each time he filled her, “Mmmh, my poor untouched Potions’ Master…”

For some reason, those words alone were making his cock throb. Putting him down but also at the same time asserting her dominance over him drove him wild in a way he could not have ever foreseen. Their lips crashed together clumsily as Eleanor treated his cock as if it were a po-go-stick and exchanged moans into one another’s mouthes.

“Th-That’s it, ugh!” Severus grunted loudly as his climax threatened to climb his body again, his trembling hips lifting to meet hers.

“D-Don’t cum, Sev…” She whispered lowly, now gripping onto his shoulders as she moved over him with her mouth hanging wide open, “N-Not yet…”

“Not… yet!?” Severus whined, the pain and frustration from his built up orgasm audible in his tone.

“No…” She dipped her head, kissing the side of his neck briefly before speaking seductively into his ear, “Take me to bed, Severus.”

Severus’ breath was taken from him from the way she spoke to him. Her hips stilled over him completely, remaining sat over him, and she gazed down into his eyes, moving her hands back to his cheeks as she kissed him again, “Take me to bed, Severus,” She repeated, “I want to go to bed.”

In one swift, sudden motion, Severus scooped her up in his arms and stood up from the sofa — all impressively without breaking the kiss. Eleanor threw her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. For a moment, as he carried her through the living room, she thought about telling him to have his way with her against one of the stone walls, but she then reminded herself that she wanted to have her way with him, and was fairly certain that was what he desired, too.

He placed her on the bed and leaned down to continue the desperate kisses, frantically shaking his night gown off himself before clambering over her as she laid back on the bed and attaching his lips to the side of her neck. Eleanor tilted her neck to one side to allow him more access and moaned softly from the urgent nature of his kisses while her hands slid down to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them off.

Once his boxers were on the floor, one of her hands found his face and tilted it more toward her lips instead of her neck, speaking against them breathlessly, “Get on your back, Professor.”

Without a word, and even though his entire body was shaking with arousal, Severus complied with her instruction and rolled to the side of her. He watched closely as she climbed on top of him, lowering her hips purposefully slowly onto his angrily pulsing cock that was now situated pointing upward against his stomach. His eyebrows narrowed as she began to grind back and forth over him, his lips parting with a soft whine from the taunting friction she caused.

“E—Eleanor…” He was barely audible, his eyes falling shut as she leaned forward to kiss either corner of his lips.

“Hmm?” She hummed softly, pressing down on him a little harder and moaning against his lips, “Severus, how can your cock feel this good without it being inside me?” She whispered, feeling herself sliding back and forth against his cock with ease and speaking between kisses, “The mind boggles at how good it will feel once it’s inside me.” She breathed out the last part of the sentence.

Severus could barely even move, let alone speak; each of her comments pushing him closer and closer to the possibility of releasing his pent up arousal all over himself. He made a pathetic attempt at trying to lift his lips to stress his need but just resulted in letting out a small grunt instead.

“P—Please… fuuuck,” He wheezed, his jaw locking as the pit of his stomach gave an almighty jolt of want, “Fuck me… I need it… need it…”

“Sorry, Severus,” She stopped all together, much to Severus’ frustration, and sat up, “Was that… begging?”

Severus opened his heavy eyes and admitted embarrassingly quickly, nodding from her question.

“What do you want from me, Professor?” She squinted her eyes teasingly, drawing patterns on his chest with her nails.

“I… I need… want… to…”

“What, hm?”

“I want to cum, I need to cum…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks flushing deep red with shame from his confession, “P-Please make me cum, Eleanor…”

“Since you begged so nicely,” She smirked, feeling herself growing warm from his visible and verbal desperation.

Severus’ lips parted, but they only got further and further apart as he watched her position his erection directly between her legs and sit over him properly with complete ease. His eyes instantly squeezed shut and head pressed back into the mattress from the sudden tight warmth around him, moaning softly. He managed to gain the strength to lift his arms and place them against her hips, following her movement up and down again as she leaned down to place a hand at either side of his head to support the quick pace of her bouncing hips over him.

Their lips smacked together and tongues tangled, their bodies writhing and slotting into one another like pieces of a jigsaw. Severus’ hands moved from her hips to her hair; entangling his fingers within it as the desperate kisses continued. Eleanor let out a series of moans that grew higher and higher in pitch each time, grinding her hips over him in rougher motions.

“You're going to… t-to… fuck.” Severus hissed, sucking air through his clenched teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he felt a familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Eleanor understood him completely and pressed a final hard kiss to his lips before sitting up straight against so she could bounce over him more freely, whimpering with each movement, “Sev, Sev, Sev…”

“I—I’m cu-!” His words were choked out of him from the intensity of the bliss surging through him, “I’m…. agh, shit, fuck, fuuuck!” Several profanities left his lips as the pent up release left his body, sending jets of his sticky climax inside her with each almighty throb of his cock.

“Mmmh, Professor!” Eleanor cried In pleasure, feeling herself reaching her orgasm with the help of Severus’ lifted hips as his back arched from the bolts of electricity shooting through him.

Their echoes of release bounced off his stone chamber bedroom walls, each one so loud they ricochet so violently it was as if they hit the walls and then came back to strike them. They rode out their continuous waves of pleasure, both of them shouting out as the feeling trembled throughout their bodies, even when movements began to slow.

“Oh, oh, yes…” Severus panted, though his moans became more wincing as his length grew ever-so sensitive after the powerful climax he had just encountered.

The pleasure filled noises slowly turned more into heavy breathing as her bouncing hips became more of a steady grind until they eventually came to a stop. Severus remained completely at her mercy; arms by his sides, chest heaving up and down, clammy hair against his forehead and beads of sweat upon his skin — completely overcome by and on the comedown of the previous ecstasy that had been pumping through him.

“Sev, baby…” Eleanor exhaled, laying herself over him and turning her head to rest her cheek upon his hot, sticky chest. She didn't care if he was an exhausted, sweaty mess right now, she wasn't ready to break the skin on skin contact just yet, and when she felt his arms lift and wrap themselves around her, her eyes felt shut with a soft sigh in the knowing that he felt the same.

“You’ve broken this aging man tonight,” Severus chuckled lightly as his breathing gradually returned to normal, “I’m sorry if you expected a man of my age to have a little more long lasting self control, if you get my meaning.”

“Stop it,” She rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her head slightly to kiss his chin, “Tonight has been a dream. From watching you to giving you what you want, its been incredible.”

“I hope it hasn't been a dream,” Severus raised his eyebrows, teasing, “Or I'm afraid I would be waking up in a rather sticky mess.”

“Filthy.” Eleanor scoffed, playfully pinching his side as she rolled off him.

“What was that for?!” Severus gasped dramatically, placing his hand over the skin she had pinched.

“Just proving to you that you're not dreaming.” She giggled.

“Oh, you little…” He spoke darkly as he lifted himself up and leaned over her, pressing several kisses to her lips and then about her face.

Eleanor grinned against his lips, lifting her hands up to tangle in his hair and continuing to giggle as he peppered her face with his kisses. She felt his wide smile against her skin and kissed him back each time he reached her lips, each of them exhaling flirtatious, infectious laughter through their noses as they continued to fool around until they were under the sheets.

“To make you smile is a wonderful thing, Severus,” Eleanor whispered softly, hooking an arm around him as she lay by his side.

“You make me do far more than just smile.” Severus replied, wrapping his arms around her.

“Mm, it’s a pleasure… Having the man who usually craves to be in his own company to desire mine,” She smirked to herself, gently kissing his shoulder, “Because, for you to beg for me, Severus, that is a whole different thing entirely.”

“What is this power you hold over me?” Severus asked into the darkness.

“Do you remain under it at your own will?” Eleanor bit her lip.

“Unashamedly.” Severus confessed.

“Then, I suggest we get what little amount of sleep we have left now and ask no further questions.” She responded simply, leaning up to press an innocent kiss to his cheek as they both closed their eyes.

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