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Cursed Into Temptation.

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“Perhaps one of these nights we may keep each other company until the morning.” She winked, bidding Severus goodnight at her chamber door.

Severus let out a half-hearted laugh and raised his eyebrows, “Perhaps.”

“Sweet dreams, Severus.” She smiled, opening her chamber door and stepping inside.

“And you,” Severus nodded, “Goodnight, Eleanor.”

They exchanged smiles toward one another and she disappeared behind her door, leaving Severus alone in the corridor. He proceeded to walk in the direction of his chamber, knowing that his dreams were going to be far from sweet.

He swung his chamber door open with a loud huff and winced slightly from the loud bang it made when it shut behind him. Both he and Eleanor had spent pretty much the whole event with one another this evening, and his only goal was now to go to bed and try and forget about it all. Every other thought was about the things they had said to each other tonight or the brief touches and skimming of hands in the process. He didn't know what he was more ashamed of; how she had reignited a once dead flame inside him tonight or how he had brushed off every insinuation and opportunity to end up in either of their chambers entangled in one another’s arms and legs. Nothing but a sheet between them, if that. That is the night he could've had - they could've had - tonight, if only the man who was so often known as the most arrogant or quick tongued professor had it in him to actually do something with his feelings.

Before entering his bathroom, he got changed into his bedclothes; a pair of boxers and an oversized black shirt. He used the toilet and purposely ignored the fact that the events of the night with Eleanor had left his deprived cock in somewhat of a stirred, aroused state — not completely noticeably hard, but enough for him to know he was interested in what she had to offer. He exhaled through his nose as he tucked himself a little uncomfortably back into his boxers and walked over to the sink, washing his hands. The thoughts going around in his mind were filling him with regret, he couldn't deny that. He splashed some of the cold water onto his face in an attempt of ridding himself of the ‘what could have been’ thoughts that were currently occupying his mind. The reflection he was met with in the mirror when he raised his head again made him screw up his lips and mutter to himself, “You fool, Severus.”

His feet dragged him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, pulling the sheets back on his bed before sitting on the end of it and swinging his legs around as he kicked his feet under the covers whilst blowing the bedside candle out in the process. He laid flat on his back with his hands against his stomach from over the covers, inhaling and then exhaling deeply. He stared up into the darkness for a few long moments, feeling as if the last thing he could do right now was sleep.

He hated work social events at the best of times, but she had made this one bearable. The only thing he couldn't bear now was himself and how she made him feel. Both he and Eleanor had been flirting with one another all night and he could've sworn his breath hitched each time their bodies brushed against each other. He lost count of the amount of times their eyes locked — either from across the room or whilst they only had mere inches between them. Their gazes would then go from their eyes to their lips, each of them letting out a nervous laugh and then pretending they weren't just devouring one another with their eyes.

He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into one of his many pillows, now forcing his eyes shut. This was all in an attempt to try and shut out the memories of the night and the hints he didn't take advantage of. He lifted his head briefly when he realised he couldn't breathe with his face squashed against the stack of pillows and groaned, readjusting himself so he could turn his head but remain laid on his stomach. The only issue was that he rather enjoyed the brief friction of his body rubbing against the silk bedsheet covered mattress as he moved himself… particularly the sensation against the front of his boxers.

A small whimper left his lips and he lifted his hips only marginally, but the added pressure when he relaxed them down into the mattress sent a very brief jolt of pleasure through him. Sighing to himself for allowing himself to continue, he brought his hands up to grasp onto either ends of the pillowcase as he rocked his hips forward into the mattress several times. He tightened his grip on the pillowcase and pulled his body further up the bed purposely slow, letting out a pitiful gasp with his flushed cheek pressed against the cool pillow. His breathing became more shallow and he cursed himself for how much he appeared to be enjoying it. To tell the truth, he was absolutely appalled with himself.

“Fuck… n-no, no, no…” He hissed through clenched teeth into the pillow as he forced his hips to stay still. His grip on the pillow tightened and then let go completely, letting out a heavy breath as he pressed his face directly into his pillow this time.

He waited a few moments before turning onto his back; subconsciously punishing himself from the enjoyment he had just caused upon himself by leaving him with no attention now being paid to the front of his underwear. He squeezed his eyes shut after staring into the darkness for a few long moments and let out an exasperated sigh, feeling his light duvet now a little more snug resting over the bulge now even more irritatingly present in the front of his boxers.

He pulled his bedcovers up to his chin, remaining on his back as his thoughts continued to spiral. She had been whispering sweet nothings in his ear all night about how she’d like to present herself in front of him wearing nothing but his cloak. Both the image and the thought of this lit a spark inside him which he believed had been long burned out. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to her; his eyes discreetly ate her up any time he got the opportunity. He was perhaps rare in the way that the first thought when meeting a woman wasn't how to get into their knickers. He could probably count on one hand the amount of times he had desired somebody. As much as he hated to admit it, this was one of those times. He could feel the outline of his cock more prominent against the material of his boxers, making him quite aware of his need. His arms lay at either sides of him, hands twitching with want. Usually he was very good at brushing any of these thoughts aside, especially since they only occurred on the rare occasion anyway, but the fire of arousal in the pit of his stomach certainly wasn't showing any attempt of dying down any time soon. He didn't know whether it was what Eleanor had said, done, or whether it was the fact that it had been so long since he had allowed himself to act upon any of his sexual wants or needs, but, god, he was horny.

Surely one little touch wouldn't hurt, right?

He shook his head from his own internal question, continuing to fight the urge. He began to imagine Eleanor in bed with him - not that it helped in the slightest. Would he have allowed her to touch him, relieve him? Or would he still be denying himself pleasure, not feeling worthy enough for it? Perhaps he would be embarrassed about how quickly she had managed to wrap him around her finger. Then, his mind focused entirely on her alone; would he have denied herpleasure? Of course not, he mentally decided. But what if her pleasure would be watching him come apart at her mercy right in front of her, would he let her touch him then? Yes. One million times, yes. Of course he would.

He opened one eye and saw the bump in his bedsheets through the darkness, swallowing hard as he clenched his fists at either sides of him. His eyes closed again and he huffed.

Give in. Go on, Severus. Give. In.

The conversation he was having with himself in his head continued back and forth for a few more moments, half of him not wanting to surrender to his aroused state and half of him trying to tell himself that no one had to know. Hesitantly, he lifted one of his hands but only placed it flat against the front of his boxers, though that was more than enough to feel the stubborn hardness protruding against it. His lip twitched with want and he briefly gave in, though only lightly squeezing the front of his underwear to try and prove to himself that he didn't need it. But he did.

That’s it, Severus. Again. A little firmer this time.

He hissed through clenched teeth as his palm pressed a little harder against the front of his underwear. Just a touch of the bump, that was all; he dreaded to think what the result would be if he actually purposefully grasped his length.

Feel it. An internal voice spoke again, though it wasn't his this time, it was Eleanor’s. Feel what I've done to you, Severus.

Begrudgingly, he gave in. He inhaled sharply and began to trace his fingertips ever-so-delicately over the outline of his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Mmmh…” His lips parted, feeling himself twitch against the material as he dared his index finger to glide all the way along his erection, tensing his jaw slightly when he reached the tip.

As much as he kept telling himself that he was unworthy of any kind of pleasure, there was also a voice inside him telling him to keep going for more;

Grasp it. Touch yourself, Severus. Start over your boxers if you really feel that unworthy.

He pressed his lips tightly together and wrapped his hand around his clothed, hardened length the best he could from over the top of his underwear. His lip quivered and he attempted to move his fist up and down, whimpering from the difficulty through the material. Suddenly, almost even subconsciously, he moved his other hand and used both to push his hardened length from being pressed against his thigh to readjusting it to point upward toward his stomach for ease of wrapping his hand around it. One hand fell back to his side again, the other rising slightly before landing flat on his stomach, “N…No…”

Don’t fight it, Severus. You’ll wake up in a sticky mess at this point if you don't do something about it.

“J…” He mumbled to himself, lifting his hand again and grasping his stubborn cock through his underwear, “Just a touch…”

His eyes fell shut, almost as if, if he couldn't see what he was doing, then it wasn't happening. Very slowly, he moved his fist up and down, whimpering as he did so. He enjoyed this a lot more than he would or could ever admit. His back arched from the brief contact, shivering as the material rubbed over him each time he moved his wrist. He couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to fall victim to his needs, but the sensitivity of his cock was a reminder of how rarely it happened — and the not-so-soft material of his boxers grazing against him repeatedly certainly wasn't helping.

“F-Fuck… mmm…” He parted his lips, tightening his grip while his wrist continued to move. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that ‘just a touch’ wasn't happening, and with each of his jerking motions he craved more. His lip twitched and his mind switched to her again, imagining how she would taunt him over his underwear. His breathing quickened and uneasy moans left his lips; the thought of her only made him want this even more.

His cock violently twitched in his underwear, filling the pit of his stomach with a feeling very unfamiliar. It was enough for him to stop, almost afraid of what would happen if he didn't. He placed his hand by his side again and swallowed hard, able to feel his needy cock pulsating against his underwear. Carefully, he reached out a hand to pick up his wand from his bedside table — he was secretly fearful that too much movement right now would result in making him do something unspeakable in his underwear. Curious to what state he and the memory of this evening had got him in, he pointed his wand under his bedsheets and whispered, “Lumos.”

In a matter of seconds, the end of Severus’ wand lit up the darkness to reveal the large bulge stretching the front of his underwear out significantly more than his normal, unaroused state would. His hardened length remained pointing upward toward his stomach, threatening to part the waistband of his boxers with the skin of his lower stomach from how turned on he had become from the events of tonight and leading up until now. His eyes followed from the outline of the base of his cock right up to the tip where there was a rightfully earned sticky wet patch darkening the material of his boxers. His cock twitched again with desperate want and Severus exhaled irritably to himself, muttering, “Nox.”

As impossible as he had realised it would be at this point, he forced his eyes shut in an attempt of trying to forget the whole last few minutes had happened. Perhaps if I just sleep it off.

Impossible, Severus. You’ve already seen what you're capable of doing to yourself.

This internal voice was driving him mad. He knew that falling asleep right now would be an impossible task. As he lay there with one arm behind his head and the other hand laid flat on his lower stomach, drumming his fingertips against the bottom of his t-shirt, he wondered why he couldn't have just gone through with the warm feeling he was unaccustomed to in the pit of his stomach and slowly starting to build. He had denied himself pleasure for so long he had forgotten what it felt like to give in to it.

He pushed his hand under his t-shirt so he could brush his fingertips against his skin, purposefully tracing one of his fingers across his bare belt line, but not entirely sure why. The feeling it created, however, sent a tingle of electricity throughout his body, and his cock twitched angrily against the waistband of his boxers. An impulsive thought told him to push his fingertips under the waistband - so he did. The only minor obstruction was that the head of his erection was settled just beneath it, causing him to wince quietly when his fingertips barely even skimmed the bare skin. He inhaled sharply and imagined how it would feel to wrap his hand around himself completely with no material between them. Surely he could just hold himself for a second, just to see what it felt like, and then let go. Maybe it would relieve a bit of the pressure of his engorged length.

Steadily, he pushed his hand all the way into the front of his boxers and carefully wrapped his full fist around his hardened cock and instinctively giving himself a little squeeze in the process. His entire body shuddered in pleasure from the contact, getting used to his hand being there for any other reason than using the bathroom or bathing. Then, almost as if someone else had taken control of his hand, he started moving his wrist again in the same motions as before. Only this time, the feeling of his hand directly against his bare cock whilst repeating the same movements caused a bolt of pleasure so unknown to him, he wanted nothing more than to chase it again - just to confirm to himself that this was a good thing.

“A—Ah, fuck…” He hissed through his teeth, now able to feel his cock throbbing in his grip. He fell into a steady pace of jerking his wrist and let out several breathy moans as his lips parted in delight from finally allowing himself the feeling.

Although the current actions he was displaying were further than he had allowed himself to go for a long time, it suddenly wasn't enough. Without even hardly a second thought, he pushed the front of his boxers down with his other hand to free himself completely and make his hand move with more ease. He opened his heavy eyes and stared at the repeated motions of his wrist from over the sheets, watching as they would rise and fall every time he made the jerking movement. His eyes fastened shut again at the sound of the familiar female voice in his head once more;

Does that feel nice, hm? Does it feel good to finally let yourself give in, Severus?

“Mmm…” He pushed the back of his head a little harder into his pillow as his body eased into the feeling of his hand moving at a slightly faster pace. His breathing was heavier and his thighs tensed a little, but he was also becoming a little irritated at the limited movement his bedsheets were now creating; the need to keep the pace going with his fist was now making the feather duvet feel as heavy as a tonne of bricks.

He had, had enough. In one swift motion, he threw the covers off himself with his free hand. Fighting back the urges to moan, he shivered as the cool air swept over him and emphasised the heat radiating off his cock. His fist continued to pump his entire length, earning himself a soft groan each time.

“N…No…” He mumbled uneasily, his brain slowly catching up with his most recent movements. He forced himself to stop, whimpering to himself as his aching cock was once again left unattended, “U—Unless I don't… do that…” He swallowed hard, his pulsating erection still exposed from his free hand continuing to hold down the front of his boxers. Gently, delicately, even, he traced his fingertips from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft and paused once they reached just beneath the head — he knew this would send dangerous bolts of ecstasy through him if he were to continue, “A—And, instead… do this…” He wasn't entirely sure who he was talking to, or who he'd even dare to tell what he was doing, more to the point, but the moment his singular index fingertip made contact with the sensitive skin, words and breath were sucked from him completely as he hissed violently through clenched teeth.

Lightly, he massaged his fingertip against the sensitive skin, arching his back with each pleasure-filled twitch of his cock. His moans were muffled now, almost shocked at himself by the gentle nature of his touches.

Are you scared that if you show less mercy to yourself that it’ll all be over too soon, Severus?

The question, more specifically in her voice, continued to haunt him as his fingers now massaged against him with as little pressure as possible. He tried to ignore it, eyes still closed as his one fingertip became two. A new feeling dribbled upon his stomach, making his eyes open. He raised his head and just like before, he squinted his eyes into the darkness and lifted his cock off his stomach, soon discovering that the stimulation and excitement of his hand and fingers had caused a clear, sticky string of precum now stretched and connected between the tip of his length and his stomach. He let go of himself and gasped when his erection angrily snapped back against his stomach, feeling his lip twitch. Inquisitively and because he could barely remember the last time this happened, he decided to grip his length again, only this time he pressed his thumb firmly against the tip. His fist remained still, but he removed his thumb and placed it against the tip a few times — watching with heavy eyes as the transparent, gluey fluid stretched back and forth from the contact. Although this caused him brief pleasure from the mere sensitivity of it, it soon was not enough. His thumb remained rested against the tip for a few moments before he began to circle and then gingerly drag it back and forth over the slit, causing a small yelp to sound from his lips this time as his head fell back against the pillow.

“Oh!” He quickly covered his mouth with his free hand, letting go of the front of his boxers and resulting in them covering him back up slightly and trapping his hand in the front of them in the process.

I think you need to stand up. Stand up and walk over to that mirror. See what you've done to yourself. Maybe a new angle will do you good…

“I… I can't do that…” Severus didn't even know why he continued responding to his internal thoughts, even if they were all now in her voice.

The pulsing of his cock, however, was now borderline impossible to ignore. All he could think about was wrapping his hand around himself again and stroking to his hearts content. Perhaps the ‘new angle’ wouldn't be the worst idea…

Hesitantly, he swung his legs off the edge of the bed, kicked off his boxers completely and stood up in one uncomfortable motion. His hardened length bounced lightly as he took his first step, his head whipping to one side as if afraid that now he was out of the confines of his bed, he was suddenly vulnerable against any watchful eye that could be present.

That's it, Severus, one foot after the other.

He shrugged off the paranoid thought and her voice and continued to venture across his room toward his long, rectangular mirror — though carried his wand with him regardless and placed it on a nearby dresser. He stood for a few long moments in front of it, barely even able to make out the outline of his body through the darkness.

There's no point standing in front of a mirror if you can't see anything, Severus.

“Right…” He spoke quietly and slowly, pursing his lips as he let out a small sigh of defeat, “Right.”

He reached for his wand again and gestured it toward a candle on the same nearby dresser to set it alight. Although the candle was a stand alone, the stem was larger than your bog-standard candle and the flame it created was not only bright enough for him to see his reflection in the mirror, but also large enough for his shadow to be blown up and pinned against one of his cold, stone chamber walls.

He glanced at himself in the mirror at first, hardly even able to look properly since he was almost somewhat afraid and ashamed that it would make the situation real. Glancing down, however, he was met with his reality; his stubborn length becoming more and more impatient to have his hand wrapped around it again. His eyes flickered toward his mirrored reflection for a bit longer this time, his eyes widening slightly from his engorged cock now being even more visible than before since he was stood up in front of his full length mirror.

You know what to do, Severus. It’s my fault, I know, but I urge you not to stop now. Touch yourself for me,

The following lingering in his head like a whisper,

again.

His hand was soon snug around himself again, earning a soft noise from him as the contact was made. He began with slow strokes at first, though ensuring to cover base to tip in every motion. His entire body shuddered in delight at the relief of his hand stroking himself again. His eyes closed when he gained the confidence to speed his fist up, grunting softly. He had a sudden urge to try something different, and this time it wasn't because the voice told him to, but because he wanted to. He began to thrust his hips up into his fist, resulting in a throaty moan as his cock pulsated in approval of his new approach. After a few times of rolling up onto the balls of his feet, he stumbled forward a little, he reached out his free hand and placed his palm against the mirror in an attempt of stabilising himself.

He was growing more and more needy by the second, his hand thrashing up and down his length desperately — he could never have ever imagined himself in this state. He imagined being daring enough to open his eyes and see what he was doing to himself, but then his mind went to something else for a split second; what would happen if he was doing this exact shameful act in front of The Mirror of Erised? What would he see? Would it be her hand wrapped around him instead? God forbid, on her knees in front of him? Would it be him not being aroused at all and being able to peacefully drift off to sleep? Or… was it for him to be able to do the natural act of pleasing himself without the overwhelming paranoia and shame he brought onto himself for giving in and attending to his own needs?

He stood with his legs parted and his head dropped forward as his breathing became a little shallow, opening his eyes as his greasy black hair tickled against his face. He tried his best to push away feeling ashamed of the reflection that he was met with since his fist was showing no signs of wanting to slow down.

“Mmmhh… fuck…” He groaned in pleasure, his hips shuddering in delight as they repeatedly thrust forward in his fist. His free hand slipped down the mirror slightly, leaving a steamy residue. He caught his own eye in the mirror before they rolled back in pleasure again; his once pale, sallow skin was now flushed pink with arousal and desperation.

Is your hand enough, Severus? Wouldn't it feel nice to thrust into something that wasn't just your rough skin?

Her voice continued to taunt him.

His hazy eyesight looked around the room in search of whatever her voice was implying. His hips bucked involuntarily as he twisted his wrist, mouth hanging open with his jaw tensing each time his fist brushed under the head of his cock.

You like the feeling of your bed sheets, don't you? Even through your underwear, you couldn't help but grind against it earlier, could you?

“N-No…” He swallowed hard, shaking his head at the thought as his eyes closed again.

Imagine how that would feel without your underwear…

He let out a throaty groan at the thought this time.

That soft, soothing silk directly against your cock, Severus…

He shook his head again, though significantly less convincingly this time.

He knew he wouldn't be far off splattering the mirror with his pent up sticky desperation if he continued the way he was; now in full swing of practically fucking his own hand and shuddering in pleasure with each movement. The idea of the silk against his sensitive skin did tempt him, though, he couldn't deny that. He had to prize his hand off his length this time, reluctantly parting way with the contact. Uncomfortably, he made his way back over to his bed and grabbed all four of the pillows, carrying them to the end of the bed and placing them on top of each other one by one in a pile.

Now what, hm? Are you going to pretend that’s me?

He patted the top pillow gently and stood directly in front of them, swallowing hard. His lip twitched and he found paranoia overtaking him again; his head sharply turning either way and looking around the candle lit room for prying eyes, his greasy black hair whipping either way at each turn. Once somewhat confident that he was still alone in his bedroom, he placed his hands on the top of the pillows and edged himself forward. In his first attempt, he brushed the underside of his length against the stack of pillows and shuddered at the contact, his hands trembling against them. This time, he reached down with one hand and guided his cock between two of the pillows, a small whimper emitting from his lips.

“Mmm…” Was the only sound that left his lips, however, the I cannot believe I am fucking doing this rang louder in his head.

He placed a hand on either side of the stack of pillows and slowly began to thrust his hips; immediately growing dangerously close to the feeling of the soft, smooth, silky material against his desperately sensitive length. He hesitated for a moment before grasping onto the ends of one of the pillow cases and starting to move his hips again, letting out a shaky breath.

Are you pretending that's me? Would you prefer it if it was me, Severus?

“Y…” He squeaked, feeling the head of his cock delicately brushing between the pillows, “Yes…”

Fuck them like you’d fuck me, Severus.

He wasn't entirely sure how far he could go at this exact moment before he embarrassingly lost control in his own pillows, but her voice in his head was doing things to him that he could barely even explain. He felt his fingers trembling as his hips moved a little too easily into the stack of pillows. He began to grow irritated by his t-shirt starting to stick to his body and let go of the pillows for a brief moment while he clumsily pulled his t-shirt off and carelessly dropped it to the floor. Once gripping the pillows again to stabilise them, he threw his head back in pleasure, feeling his eyes rolling back at the same time and his hair whipping back and forth with each motion.

“O-Oh, yes…” He moaned breathlessly, his mouth hanging open as he pounded his hips to the best of his ability against the stack of pillows. The warm arousal in the pit of his stomach was beginning to build like it had done a little while before, his mind fixating on the image of Eleanor in front of him — bent over, sat facing him, either taking his cock or sucking it — and resulting in the drive of his thrusts becoming more intense as he cautiously chased his orgasm.

It’s not enough, is it, Severus? Smooth enough, yes, but not as tight as you’d imagined, hm?

“Good… fucking… god…” He grunted softly, wondering if he had ever been turned on by anything more than hersubconscious voice right now.

And still… you continue to chase it.

“I—I’m…” He stuttered, his knees buckling slightly as he relentlessly thrust against the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut. For a brief moment he fell forward, catching himself with both palms on the bed as he let out a shaky breath. He opened his heavy eyes to reveal the stack of pillows now collapsed slightly, resulting in him being positioned at a different angle… but he showed no sign in wanting to stop.

No, Severus. This may feel good, but you owe it to yourself, after all this time and pent up release, to really get a good… grip… on the moment.

“Y—You mean…” He swallowed hard, the flames of his orgasm rapidly climbing his body making it even harder to stop his thrusts, “M—My hand? Again?”

Oh, it’s your show, Severus. I am just watching.

“Fuck it…” He grumbled, clumsily pushing all of his pillows off the bed in one shaky motion and turning himself around before throwing himself desperately back onto the bed and shuffling himself a little further up it — all much more urgent than graceful.

For a few moments, he just laid there. Hands by his sides. Breathing heavy. Staring at the ceiling. He had every urge to thrust into the air, but he also had a hard time trying to fight off the feeling that he could lose control at any given moment right now — regardless of whether his hand was around him or not.

Don't be afraid, Severus. You’ve earned this. Allow yourself to let go. Give. In.

“Mmm…” He exhaled slowly as his fist met with his cock again; angrily warm and pulsating in his grip. He tried to calm his breathing again, knowing that he really couldn't push himself that far this time unless he was prepared to deal with the aftermath.

Stroke yourself, Severus. Can you do that for me?

“Mmh, yes…” He answered into the empty room, arching his back from even the slightest movement of his wrist.

Once eased into the grip of his hand again, he settled back down onto the mattress as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. If he would allow his mind to drift to anything that wasn't Eleanor bouncing over his cock, he would be baffled at the state he had gotten himself into right now; allowing someone to catch his eye for a start was him falling the first hurdle, and although he had turned down the hints of spending the night together, he had found himself jerking off over her subconscious voice and following the instructions of someone who wasn't even in the room. Any feeling of pleasure was so foreign to him, but it was like from the moment they had bid goodnight, she had cursed him — cursed him into temptation.

His hand had become almost a little too comfortable around his cock, also accompanied by his wrist making the gradually faster motions. His other hand gripped the bedsheets briefly as the pit of his stomach began to threaten the release of the embers of arousal, his moans becoming even louder.

Look at you. If only people could see you now. You’re not so scary after all, are you?

“N-No…” He stuttered uneasily, completely at her mercy and letting out a shaky breath as his thumb nudged under the head of his length each time his fist moved.

Increadible, isn't it? How you can go from being so cold and cruel to so vulnerable and desperate…

He grunted in response this time, his eyes squeezing shut as the bolts of pleasure shooting through him became more frequent. His cock pulsed angrily from all the taunting beforehand, but the only difference right now was that he wasn't planning on stopping this time.

It’s pathetic, really, isn't it? You’re pathetic, acting like this over just some woman.

“Mmh, yeah…” Even her subconscious voice was becoming a little muffled to him with the state he was in.

Imagining it was my hand making you feel like this. My lips? My-

“A-Agh!” He yelped in pleasure, drowning out her voice just briefly, almost purposefully, so he couldn't hear the end of her sentence. The image did taunt him, though; for the first time in a long time, he was fantasising about someone desiring him in the way he desired them. He opened his eyes for a split second in hopes that her voice had somehow turned into a real life form and he would find her begging him to let her finish him off.

Wishful thinking, Severus.

He groaned as her voice continued to taunt.

“I- I can't touch what I see…” He whimpered breathlessly, unable to stop his eyes from closing again as his thighs began to tremble.

Pathetic.

“Oh, fuck,” He hissed, his bicep almost throbbing as much as his cock at this point from his frantic motions, “Fucking fuck!”

You are so helplessly pathetic, Severus, aren't you?

“Y-Yes…” He whined, gasping in delight as he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge. In a way that Severus could and would never explain, somehow, the thought of her talking down to him was turning him on even more — if it was possible for him to be any more turned on at this point.

Say it, Severus!

“I-I’m pathetic…” He whimpered, barely even audible.

Stop what you’re doing and tell me what you are.

“What?!” Severus exclaimed, feeling as if his hand was superglued to his cock at this point and parting them would only cause harm.

Stop, Severus. Now.

The painful groan that emitted from his lips was like a sound he had never made before as he literally dragged his hand away from his length. It was a moment that felt like an eternity. He didn't know what was angrier, the heaving of his chest or the pulsing of his cock. For a moment, he tried to forget about her voice and focused on what he really wanted instead, raising his hand once more, opening his heavy eyes and watching himself as he traced his fingertip along the furiously bulging vein in his cock. He shuddered down to his entire core from how much he was pushing his own edging.

So easy. So. Pathetic.

“O-Oh, I could…” He let out a shaky moan instead of continuing what he was saying, almost as if he had a mental block on saying anything what he deemed as remotely vulgar, “Just from doing…” His fingertip continued to tremble up and down, “…this.”

For the love of god, Severus, take your cock and stop punishing yourself.

“B-But I'm so pathetic…” He found himself responding to her voice again and wasted no time in wrapping his hand around his length again.

That’s right, Severus. Weak and vulnerable stroking your cock over something you're not even sure is real. Living a fantasy that only exists in your head because you're too prude to spend the night with another person. Too prude or too proud of not needing anything else, anyone else but yourself to get by. Regardless, what are you, Severus?

“P-Pathetic!” Severus shouted a little louder than intended, but he couldn't control the volume now that his hand was frantically jerking up and down his pulsating cock again, and he was absolutely mortified at the fact that hearing her voice degrading him like that was once again turning him on even more than he imagined possible.

His jaw jarred. His thighs tensed even harder. His wrist showed no sign of stopping, even if it was aching from the tightness of his fist and desperation of its strokes. His back arched violently. The flames from the arousal in the pit of his stomach that were licking up his entire body began to spread like wildfire; this time there was no stopping it. His toes curled and his lips pressed together tightly and they turned even more white for a few moments until they parted in long awaited ecstasy.

“Agh! Fuck, yes! Th-That’s… fuck!” He cried out in pleasure — though at that volume it could have easily been mistaken for pain — as strings of his climax began to shoot fiercely out of his tortured cock.

The following noises he made were barely even recognisable as words, each one becoming louder than the last, his neck straining and the veins now visible as he continued to pump his desperate orgasm out of himself along with strangled yelps. His body writhed against the bedsheets and he found himself even thrusting up into his fist, meeting with the jerking of his wrist as the sticky, built up arousal continued to land upon his body and spill over his hand.

“Mmmh, fuck!” He moaned at full volume after several more profanities left his mouth, completely lost in his own pleasure as he rode out his orgasm and fought to keep the feeling surging through him for as long as possible, completely careless of where his cum had and was continuing to land.

After a few long moments, he found the head of his cock becoming increasingly more sensitive each time it was met with his fist, wincing slightly and feeling his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his back remained arched off the bed, “Oh, oh, oh!” He grunted softly with each twitch of his length, his fist now beginning to shake around it.

He kept his wrist moving until he couldn't take it any longer and begrudgingly let go with a breathy moan. His entire body was trembling from head to toe. His eyes remained shut whilst his head was in a daze and his chest was rising and falling as such a pace he was unsure how long it would take before his breathing would return to normal. Regardless of the rare occasion he had allowed himself to disregard the ‘taboo’ of granting himself the pleasure he craved, he had never felt like that. He knew his large hands were capable of many things, especially with his wand grasped in one, but he didn't know he was capable of creating a feeling like that. Whether it was because arousal was so rare to him or whether he taunted and built himself up so cruelly tonight, right now, he felt like he was floating. The feeling was so surreal to him that he even opened his eyes to check — and then he realised; he could no longer hear her voice. It was gone.

For the first few minutes after recovering from his intense climax, the sticky release that had poured over his hand didn't bother him. However, he knew that he had to at least remain to have some form of decency and clean himself up. He wasn't entirely sure how successful his weak knees would be at carrying him over to his dresser next to the mirror to grab a couple of tissues and cursed himself for leaving his wand over there, too. Once he had caught his breath enough to move again, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, ensuring to stay still for a couple of seconds to convince himself that he had regained enough strength to bare his own weight again.

As soon as he had partially convinced himself that his shaky legs wouldn't result in him falling back onto the bed, he made his way over to his dresser. Immediately, he reached for a tissue and cleaned up his hand. He then stepped in front of his stand-up mirror again and widened his eyes at the impressive distances his hot release had travelled, dabbing another tissue now against his stomach, chest, even collarbones and one shoulder. Looking himself in the eye now, he wasn't only met with a flushed face and sweaty, greasy black hair stuck to his forehead, but also, a little disgusted with himself that he was secretly impressed, a sticky, white speck upon his bottom lip. A sudden intrusive thought crossed his mind for a split second but he forced it away, silently scolding himself as he stared at it before quickly wiping it away with another tissue. Once satisfied he had cleaned himself up, he tossed all the pieces of tissue into the toilet in his bathroom and flushed to rid any evidence of what took place in his chamber tonight.

He walked back into his bedroom and blew the candle out on his way past, grabbing his wand and taking it with him back over to his bed. He placed his wand back on his bedside table, gathered the pillows he had previously knocked on the floor, and pulled his bedsheets back, half expecting his fingers to be met with a sticky residue in the process. He climbed into bed and pulled his sheets back over himself, resting his hands on his stomach. He couldn't ever remember sleeping naked before, and he was even more weary of doing so now; a little afraid that the direct contact of his bedsheets against him would either result in him waking up in a sticky mess like he had just created or not allow him to sleep at all. Nevertheless, after the night’s events, he didn't have the energy to get back out of bed and put on some more nightclothes.

Though he had never felt more satisfied, he was still trying to work out where her voice had gone. His eyes closed and he tried to imagine it again. Sure enough, he could imagine what her voice would say, but he certainly couldn't hear it like he did before. Was it ever really there in the first place? Was it just his imagination? Did he have to pretend that she was telling him to do all what he had done tonight in order to justify pathetically falling victim to his own desires? Or did she genuinely put some sort of curse on him for not taking her hint of spending the night together, some sort of erotic curse where she could still control him from afar? Whatever it was, he still asked himself the same thing:

“How am I ever going to look her in the eyes again?”

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lumisfiction · 10 months

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

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justagirlwholikesadam · 5 months

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"How can I prove it?"

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SFW Blurb

Young Severus Snape x fem! Hufflepuff Reader

A/n: My obsession with Harry Potter, came back after I was sick for a week and I binged all the movies. I forgot how much of a crush I had on Professor Snape that I just had to let it out and do some writing. I do have a few things in mind but if people like this short blurb I’ll continue on. By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. :) Enjoy - L

Summary: After being forced to watch a quidditch game, Severus found out that his friends are pushing him to make the next move on a certain Hufflepuff girl.

Warning: SFW, Severus being his emo self, lots of low self-esteem, curse words.

Word Count: 2.7K

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He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from cursing as another harsh wind blew causing his long dark hair to get into his face again. He didn’t want to be here. It's not like he dislikes quidditch. He found it a bit entertaining but he would rather spend his weekend reading in the comfort of his bed but he was pulled from his bed by Mulciber and Avery.

“I'm not in the mood to see one of your pranks?” Severus said as they walked towards the field. He was used to watching Mulciber and Avery pull their stupid and mean pranks on the younger students.

“No pranks.” Avery said looking over his shoulder with a smile. Severus didn't trust that smile. He was thinking if he was fast enough he could cast a spell to freeze them so he can go back to his bed.

“Our House isn’t playing. Why are we even here?” Severus said, shooting them a glare as they made their way up to the stand. He can see the players, blue and yellow uniforms everywhere. He sighs as they sit down, he had managed to take one of his books before they pushed him out of the room. He didn't want to leave without one, there was no point in watching this game. His house wasn't playing so why waste his attention on it.

“Don’t be like that. We must support your girl.” Severus took a minute to realize they didn’t mean Lily but they meant you.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Severus mumbles at them trying to ignore the tips of his ears burning. There was no way a girl like you would be with him. You were his potion partner and nothing else. He had mistakenly let out to Mulciber and Avery that he found you attractive and kind. He was always focused in potion class but now every once in a while he would glance over at you. The way your lips curled up when smiling, your eyes were bright whenever you stirred the cauldron. You always tried to get him to talk about himself. Asking him about shows and food but he kept his mouth shut. How can someone like you be interested in what he likes? Deep in thought thinking about you he felt a slight push to his right side making his book slip out of his hands.

Severus was about to snap at whoever sat next to him, making him drop his book and the worst thing happened, he lost the page he was at. He looks over and notices platinum hair. It was Lucius Malfoy, he was surprised that the eldest students of House Slytherin was in a Hufflepuff Quidditch match and sitting next to him. Nods and greetings were usually what Severus received from him. They weren't close friends but Lucius knew about Severus.

“Which number is your girl?” Lucius asked him. Severus looks over at Mulciber and Avery who shrugged their shoulders at him. They didn’t mention you to Lucius, Severus made them swore to keep it a secret.

Severus shook his head and cleared his throat. Lucius and him watched as the players flew around. “I don't have a girlfriend.”

Lucius chuckled as he crossed his legs and looked up at one of the girls. “That's funny.”

Severus frowned. “What's funny about that?”

“Because of the way both of you look at each other.” He tensed up when Lucius draped an arm over his shoulders and pointed at the sky with his left index finger. Severus follows his gaze at you.

“She has a pretty face. Nice body. That smile.” Lucius whispered as they looked at you flying with your team. Severus agreed with the older boy. You were smiling as you flew with another girl who just scored a goal.

“How did you manage to get the prettiest Hufflepuff? Fuck- if I was you, I would just bend her-” Severus was about to cut him off when Narcissa walked up the steps to where Lucius and Severus were sitting. He quickly removed his arm from Severus.

“Hey, love. Hey, Severus.” Narcissa said, sitting next to Lucius who kissed her cheek.

“What are you guys talking about?” Severus looks away from them. He wanted to leave, what a mistake it was to come here. He ignored the looks the crowd gave him. The two richest and popular students were sitting next to him and talking to him.

“Love, you know Y/n Y/L?” Severus' eyes practically pop out of his head when he hears Lucius. He grips his book in his hands tightly thinking of any excuse to leave. He didn't want the world to think he had a crush on you. He would get bullied even more.

Sure, you were kind and pretty to him. You barely made him feel like a freak when you worked with him. He sometimes ignore you whenever you waved at him during lunch or when walking down the halls.The other male students would glare at him whenever you spoke to him. Severus knew what they were thinking. How can the prettiest girl be talking to skinny, pale, Snivellus?

“Yeah, I do. She’s the seeker for Hufflepuff. She asked me about Severus.”

Severus dropped the book in his hand once more and turned to face Narcissa. “What?” He asked, ignoring the hoots from Avery and Mulciber behind his back. Why would you ask her for him, he didn't understand it.

“She asked me if you were dating anyone. I said no.” Narcissa said nonchalantly as she looked down at her nails.

“This has to be a joke.” He groans at her but Avery places a hand on his shoulder. “Ask her out. She’s probably waiting for you to say something.”

“Fuck.” Severus mumbles as he leans down to get his book. He didn't notice the look Lucius had when he looked over at Avery and Mulciber.

“HEY! Y/N!” Lucius yelled. Severus had a horrified face when he grabbed his book. He looked to his right and saw Lucius standing up from his seat. His wand pointed at his throat to make his voice loud.

“Stop that! You can’t just call someone in the middle of a match. Especially a seeker.” Severus said standing up. He clutched his book against his chest. He had enough of this. He was going back to his room and never leaving until Monday. He should have never come here. He damned Avery and Mulciber for bringing him here and Lucius along with his girlfriend.

Severus froze when a gust of wind passed him. He can see a yellow cape by his side.

“What’s up?”

He didn’t know if he should be angry at the fact that you actually came or the fact that Lucius greeted you with one of his charming smiles.

“You know my friend here, right?” Severus let out a yelp when Lucius grabbed him by the shoulder and leaned against him acting like they had been friends for years. Severus was too shy to look at you. He wanted the world to swallow him whole.

“I do. Hey, Sev.” He finally manages to look at you and his heart is flipping inside his chest. You were smiling at him while you're in the air riding your broomstick. He can hear your teammates calling out for you and such but you didn’t turn around.

“Hey, Y/n.” Severus smiles back before looking down at his feet.

“He wants to go out with you. Do you want to go out with him?” Severus right then there would have given his soul for the stand to collapse.

“Yes!” Severus looks at you surprised. “If you want to. I wasn’t sure if you-“

“Look, I’m sorry if he made you do this as a joke but I’m leaving now. Continue on with your match.” Severus has had enough he was going back to his room. He quickly starts leaving, ignoring his friends calling out for him.

“Wait!” He flinched at the sudden gust of wind and saw you had followed him.

“I’m serious. I really do want to.” Severus saw you looking over your shoulder when your teammates started yelling at you to hurry up.

“How can I prove it?” You asked him. Severus didn't want to believe it. How could he, he's been bullied so many times. The only girl he liked was Lily. Now she doesn't want anything to do with him. The word dare came to his mind, were you paid by Potter to go out with him? Did someone put you up to this?

“Severus?” He hears you call out for him. He can see the seeker of House Ravenclaw flying by you but you didn't take your eyes from him. He didn't want you to lose the game because of him.

“Get the golden snitch if you're serious.” He said. He was waiting for you to laugh at him and reveal your true nature. He waited for the words, ‘Idiot, I don't really want to date you.’

Instead you smiled at him before nodding. “Pick me up outside of the Hufflepuff common room at 6.”

You didn't let Severus respond, you quickly flew away back to the game leaving him in the stand shocked. Severus made his way back to his seat, he rolled his eyes at the sight of Avery, Mulciber and Lucius smiling at him.

“Went well?” Lucius asked as Narcissa cuddled next to him. Severus looks at him with a frown. “Why help me?” He asked, not understanding.

“Us, Slytherins have to stick together.” Severus was not satisfied with his answer.

“Merlin, Severus!” Lucius said laughing as he looked at Severus who had a deadpan expression.

“Oh! Shit!” Mulciber yelled as he rose up from his seat and pointed at the sky.

Severus saw the ravenclaw seeker and you head to head flying up to the sky. He saw the golden snitch gliding across the field. He frowned when he saw the ravenclaw seeker pushing you with his shoulder. Lucius let out a laugh when the ravenclaw seeker fell off his broom when you pushed him right back advancing to get the golden snitch.

Severus without realizing had stood up trying to get a better view of you. He held his book against his chest as he watched you reach your hand out flying towards the golden snitch. A huge smile broke out on his pale face when the horns blew and the announcer of the game roared with happiness.

“Y/N L/N just caught the golden snitch! HOUSE HUFFLEPUFF WINS!”

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He was standing in front of the Hufflepuff common room. He can hear cheering and music playing inside. He was nervous that perhaps you had completely forgotten about the date. He stood a foot away from the doorway, he began to fiddle with his slender fingers. He decided to wear his “nice” muggle clothes, none of them had any holes. He had even charmed them to fit his frame right and even brushed his hair.

He was going to speak to you after the game but your teammates had carried you out of the field as they cheered your name. He let out a sigh as he looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 6:03 now and you haven’t come out of your room. He shook his head, calling himself an idiot. He shouldn’t have believed that you were interested in him. Turning around to head back to his room, he heard the door open. Music and people chattering were loud, he ignored it until his name was called out. He halts when he hears someone running behind him.

“Hey!” He looked behind when he felt someone grab his arm. It’s you. You have changed into muggle clothes as well. His dark eyes went straight to your lips, they were shiny. Your lashes are darker and longer, he then realized you got all dolled for him. Maybe you did want to go out with him, he thought to himself.

“Hey, I didn’t think you-“ you shook your head, cutting him off.

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Your answer caught him off guard.

“Congratulations.” He said looking back at the door where your house was celebrating their win.

“Wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you.” He lets out a shy chuckle. You gave him a smile when he looked down in embarrassment.

“It’s true. Gave me the right push.” Severus notices you grabbing your shoulder bag and lifting the flap to get something inside. He looks at you with his brows raised when you hand him a book.

“Dark Arts VIII.” Is written in silver on the black leather cover. It’s old, and Severus saw it before in the library but never had the chance to read it. He wondered how you managed to get it.

“This is for you.” Severus does a double take looking at you and at the book.

“Me.” He whispered. You nod at him.

“I asked Narcissa about you. She told me you like the Dark Arts. I know you like potions but that’s all I know.” Severus knew it was his fault for that. Every time you tried to get near him outside of the classroom he would go the other way. You would offer him a hello but as soon you wanted to get near him, he would disappear.

“I wanted to know more about you.” Severus runs his fingers on the bind of the book before looking back at you.

“Thank you for this. I feel horrible for not giving you anything.”

Avery and Mulciber were behind a pillar watching the scene in front of them. They thought the castle would crumble when Severus smiled down at you. They watched the pair laugh before walking down the hall.

“You’re stepping on my fucking leg.” The Slytherin looked at each other thinking it was one of them speaking.

“Shit! My bad.” Avery and Mulciber looked behind to see the door to the HufflePuff commoner half open, four heads stuck out. The fourth one gasped and disappeared when making eye contact with the Slytherin.

“Hey!” The first head was a blonde girl, she greeted them.

“You’re his friend?” Avery nodded and the third head who was a brunette smiled.

“We are Y/n’s friends. Wanted to make sure she's okay with your friend.”

“He does something and I’ll hurt him and you guys.” A voice came out, the door was pushed open completely. Mulciber’s eyes widened when a tall blonde came walking out into the hall.

“Severus isn’t that type of guy.” Avery said, then looked at Mulciber for some kind of help. Mulciber was so busy looking at the blonde that he didn't notice Avery. Mulciber let out a wince when Avery hit him in the gut.

“Yes, that’s right. Severus wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” Mulciber told the blond guy.

The Hufflepuff's students looked at the pair of Slytherin for a moment. “Fine.” The tall blonde said then looked down to the hall. They all did, Severus and you were long gone.

“She’s our friend. Just want to make sure she’s fine.” The brunette spoke as she slipped out of the door and stood next to the blonde man. They all seemed to know about Severus and his reputation.

“Our friend too. He’s a good lad. People are just assholes.” Mulciber commented.

“Yeah, Potter and that guy with the last name Black? We heard about them.” The blonde said, rolling his eyes. Mulciber and Avery looked at each other not sure how to get the fuck out of here.

“We should be heading back.” Mulciber said as he took a step back to walk to the Slytherin's common room.

“Why not join us?” The brunette asked, looking back to the room then at them.

“We got music and food.” The blonde man said. “Herbs.” Mulicher’s eyes widened when he saw a girl coming out of the common room with a blunt between her fingers.

“Sure, a couple of hours won’t hurt.” Avery heard Mulciber say. The students of House Hufflepuff smile at them as they welcome them inside.

#severus snape #young severus #sfw interaction only #cute #fluff #harry potter #severus x reader #severus x y/n #alan rickman #harry potter fanfiction #Severus fanfiction #young severus snape #young Severus snape fanfic

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thatweirdchristians · 6 months

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You come home from a very long day, the smell of something delicious filling the house. Walking into your beautiful large kitchen you fine Severus already cooking dinner with a glass of scotch waiting for you.

#snape love #snaddy #snape #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #professor snape #professor severus snape #snape fluff #ai artwork #alan rickman

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severussnapeteddybear · 10 months

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Dating Severus snape would include!

Shyness at the beginning of the relationship.

Trust issues

Jealousy

Feeling guilty

After a while, Sev gets even more used to your company.

You become inseparable. Where you are, that's where he is.

Always sleep hugging to feel each other's presence.

Severus knows how to make you happy.

Severus snape promised you that he would always protect you.

Always take care of each other.

Severus sleeps more peacefully without nightmares. He no longer has nightmares because you are always by his side.

He always needs to see or touch you to be sure you are with him.

Vulnerability

Love

Overprotective

Caring

#severus snape x reader #severus snape #severus snape x you #severus snape x y/n #alan rickman #fluff

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heart-sized · 1 year

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will i ever stop defending severus? no. nada. nopes. never in this life.

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daddy-issues-99 · 5 months

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This movie is the reason my standards in men are so...

Fr someone write me some fics pleeeaase!!

#robin hood #robin hood prince of thieves #kevin costner #christian slater #alan rickman #will scarlet #my type #my type is toxic lol #fluff #smut #kevin costner x reader #christian slater x reader #alan rickman x reader

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legilimens-library · 11 months

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Y/N: *kisses Severus’s cheek*

Severus: What was that?

Y/N: Affection

Severus: Disgusting

Severus: ��

Severus: …Do it again.

#alan rickman #harry potter #severus snape #severus x y/n #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #pro snape #pro severus #fluff #legilimens library

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deepperplexity · 1 year

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Prompt: 7. Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

Pairing: Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

Continuation of: 6. Sleigh Riding

A/N: Since I wrote this yesterday and have it ready I'm not gonna hold out on you darlings so early morning posting it is today! So, let’s dive right back in with the nicest man you have ever met, but that’s not where we start today… I hope you are ready for a little bit of hurt before the comfort arrives… 👀💚

Tags/TW’s: Bruises, Wrongful Punishment, Classicism, Confessions, Fluff, Kissing.

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3.9k+

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE

‘You’ll be working out of sight, wench’ were the words the butler had spoken before slamming the door to your little nook with its cold stone walls and rickety bed with a straw mattress and a too-thin blanket last night. After you had worked long into the dark hours, scrubbing pots and wiping counters in the large kitchen abandoned by the other staff members.

You bent your fingers, the red and blue stripes over your hands ached and throbbed. The lines made from a thin whipping stick stood out like tea stains on a tablecloth. But you didn’t cry now, you had cried yesterday but no more.

You dressed in your usual maid attire, a black dress with a white apron tied around your waist and pinned just above your chest. You tucked your hair into a white bonnet and tied it at your neck, cinching it tightly with trembling fingers from the hurt and the cold. There were only three candles for light and warmth in your little windowless room but at least you were not by any outer wall, those rooms were even colder than your own and reserved for those working the stables and grounds.

Colonel Brandon’s sweet smile and gentle grey eyes flashed in your mind, you shook your head — not wanting to think about the nice gentleman so unlike those you served. You knew it would be trouble, now take your punishment and don’t let it show, Y/n, you told yourself and straightened before leaving the room to start your newly acquired chores extending your day by several hours for the foreseeable future.

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As you scrubbed the kitchen floor, down on your hands and knees making them ache and turn redder by the second, the door flew open. “Y/l/n!” came the shrill sound of the head housekeeper, Mrs Louvé. Your head shot up and you rose as quickly as you could. “Yes ma’am,” you said as you straightened and wiped your hands on your dirtied apron. “Come with me, now,” Mrs Louvé said harshly and you jolted into action following her rapid pace.

You took the servant hallways, the killing stairs with too high steps, and eventually ended up outside one of the attic doors. “You need a dress,” she said with a snippy tone and flailed about a piece of paper in her hand. “I do?” you asked, dumbfounded. “Yes, silly girl, you cannot visit the colonel in this state! And gloves too!” she said as she yanked the door open, revealing more killer stairs, but your mind was on the three words ‘visit the colonel’.

“Come along,” Mrs Louvé sniped and gathered her dress to climb the deadly stairs. You followed in confusion. “I am to visit the colonel?” you asked while you climbed with care. “Yes, did you not hear me, girl?” “Yes, yes I did Mrs Louvé,” but that doesn’t explain anything.

A little while later the head housekeeper found a dress in one of the many chests. It was nothing special to anyone usually wearing fancy gowns and the like, but to you, it was truly a pretty piece of clothing. The light green satin with white lace details, the wider skirt and the sleeves stopping midway down the forearms with a frilly of white lace were truly pretty. “I’m to wear this?” you asked. “Yes, we’re not dressing the cat, are we?” Mrs Louvé scoffed and shoved the dress into your arms.

“Take a bath, fix that mane of yours and get dressed. Wear these too,” she added and handed over a set of white satin gloves that would reach to your elbows, meaning none of the markings on your hands would be visible. You gawked at her back while she strutted away and began climbing down the horrible stairs.

I’m to meet him again?

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The simple sleigh you had been riding in stopped right at the front doors of Delaford Estate. Your stomach was tied up in knots while your heart seemed to run rampant within your chest, hidden behind the ill-fitting dress constantly not made for your body but cinched tight enough to look decent.

Unable to stop thinking of Lord Billington’s last words to you about not ruining their reputation with the upstanding man you were to meet. You didn’t know why the colonel had called for you, or why he wished for your company. However, you couldn’t deceive yourself regarding the joy you felt at seeing the man once more — dressed more properly this time too.

You drew a deep breath while clambering out of the too-high sleigh, made for transporting goods rather than people, and walked towards the large steps and the towering entrance door while the sleigh pulled away; leaving you alone.

The doors opened as you took the last step up. “Miss Y/l/n, welcome,” a finely dressed butler said with a smile. You smiled back at him and curtsied, the man was above you in station after all. “Good afternoon,” you said quietly while trying to work past the lump in your throat as he stepped aside to allow you entrance into the grand hall beyond. The deep mahogany colours, the polished marble floor and the beautiful pieces of art welcoming visitors took your breath away for a moment.

“Colonel Brandon awaits in the grand hall,” the butler said. “I shall take you to him, miss Y/l/n.” “Thank you, sir,” you said and followed the man, doing your utmost not to look around too much. But the estate was in splendid condition, and there was a sense of calmness resting over it that soothed something within you, warming and comforting. And the staff you passed weren’t rushing, they appeared collected and happy. It made you tug on the silky fabric of your gloves which hid your punishment for inconveniencing the man yesterday.

You entered through an arched doorway and stopped. It was a magnificent room with a giant wall of windows, on one side an enormous fireplace with a roaring fire, on the other, a grand piano polished to a shine and there, slightly off towards the side of it, he stood. Colonel Brandon. Your heart did a little flip when seeing him.

“Miss Y/l/n has arrived, my Lord.” You stepped forth as the butler announced your arrival. “Good afternoon, Colonel Brandon,” you said as you curtsied deeply. “You’re here!” came the happy voice of Annie as she rounded the piano, you hadn’t seen her crouched behind it. “Miss Hatchet,” you said and smiled at the child who positively beamed at you while running up. Her pale pink dress flopped around her legs while her golden curls bounced around her face.

“Can we have the cookies now, uncle?” she asked and the both of you looked towards the straight-backed man dressed in bronze-coloured clothes with polished black boots on his feet. The black silk cravat around his neck was pinned with a small golden pin. He was a stunning man, his singular features only making him more handsome.

He smiled tightly at the girl and nodded, “We can.” “You’re going to love Mrs Mender’s cookies,” Annie said and took your hand, leading you toward a small sitting area by the fireplace while you glanced back towards the colonel. He appeared to watch you most carefully, his grey eyes soft but piercing. It made your cheeks heat.

“Come on, uncle,” Annie said while plopping herself down on the sofa, leaving you to stand awkwardly by the table — fighting the urge to serve the two. “Please, miss Y/l/n, have a seat,” said the colonel as he appeared next to you. “Thank you, sir,” you said and took the seat next to Annie while he sat down in one of the two cushioned chairs opposite you. “Tea?” he asked and you scrambled to grab the teapot.

But his hand shot out to stay you. “No, no, you are my guest, miss. Allow me,” he said and your eyes widened while you retracted your hands before he had a chance to actually touch the silk covering them. “Sir, it is not—” “Proper? There is none but us here, and to have a lady serve tea as the honoured guest would be rude, no?” he said while tilting his head and smiling towards you. Those thin lips looked too inviting and you had to hold your breath not to gasp at your own thoughts.

So, you nodded and allowed him to pour the hot drink into the beautiful china you had never dared consider drinking out of until the very moment he turned the ear of the cup towards you. “I want chocolate milk,” Annie said while Colonel Brandon poured tea into his own cup. “Certainly, little princess,” he said and the way he seemed to dote on his niece was charmingly sweet.

She snagged a cookie and you all fell into a stiff silence, or perhaps it was only stiff to you. It was hard to tell while you could hear your own pulse run amok. You sipped on your tea while the colonel watched you. Something about how he looked at you made you feel different, as if you should straighten your back and show your best side. It was ridiculous how warm your palms had become and how hot the air seemed all of a sudden.

“Have a cookie,” Annie said and pointed to the silver tray filled with Christmas cookies and other sweet treats you had never had before. “Please, help yourself, miss,” said the colonel and you obliged, slowly reaching out to take one of the smallest cookies that looked the least fancy, the least expensive. “Not that one,” Annie exclaimed, “take the big one.” “Annie,” Colonel Brandon scolded, his voice a bit darker than before. “What?” she asked with her mouth full of cookie crumbs. “Miss Y/l/n is perfectly capable of choosing her own treat.” “But—” “No.”

Annie sulked for a moment but then shrugged herself out of it, all while your hand was halted mid-air above the cookies while you looked between the two until Colonel Brandon smiled with encouragement towards you and you took the small cookie you had been aiming for, feeling utterly misplaced and unsure of yourself.

“Tell me,” Colonel Brandon began, “how did things turn out yesterday?” You swallowed the absolutely delicious cookie you had in your mouth and folded your hands atop your dress. “I’m afraid I do not know what you mean now, sir,” you said in earnest. “That butler appeared quite aggravated.” “Oh, I’m quite alright.” “Is that so?”

Something about those gentle but piercing eyes made your breath hitched before you managed to swallow and nod. What else were you supposed to do? Inform the nicest man you had ever had the pleasure of meeting who also appeared to run a happy household and be loved by children that you had endured hand-lashings and gruelling work at his insistence to take you home in his sleigh? I think not.

“You have gloves today!” Annie suddenly exclaimed from beside you, oblivious to the exchange between the adults in the room. “I do, do you approve of them? I’m no lady, so I’m not sure how proper they are?” you said even if you knew, having dressed fine ladies for the last two years. “I think they look fancy,” she said with a beaming smile before she snagged yet another cookie. “Your stomach will hurt,” you cautioned gently but the child scoffed and Colonel Brandon chuckled.

You turned to look towards him, the sound was just so beautiful coming from him. “No need to worry, miss Y/l/n, Annie is quite capable of eating more cookies than what is deemed healthy,” he said and your cheeks heated anew. “Sweet of you to care for my tummy though, isn’t it uncle?” she said and the man nodded before setting down his cup. Once more you felt out of place but it wasn’t truly uncomfortable, just new and uncharted territory.

“Annie, go fetch Mr Bracket,” he suddenly said and the child beamed at him before bolting out of the room so fast you barely had time to react. “Miss,” Colonel Brandon said and you turned your attention to him, “my niece thinks you are a nice person,” he continued and you softened at the words. “I usually do not care for children, I must confess,” you said sheepishly and he nodded. “But she is quite the honest delight to be around,” you continued and he smiled gently at you. “She is indeed,” he said thoughtfully and you tilted your head. “Something the matter, sir?” “She is in my care, her parents having succumbed to pneumonia a mere month ago,” he replied and you stiffened. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” you said truthfully.

A moment passed while the colonel watched the fire dance in the hearth. “I fear I am doing a poor job,” he said quietly. “She has not smiled, before yesterday.” “Yesterday?” you asked. “Yes, upon meeting you. She became the child I have always known her to be and has not been quiet about you since then.” He chuckled and looked at you. “She even scolded me for not taking you home with us yesterday, sulking in her room like the child she is that you were left with that, well, less than good-natured butler.” He appeared almost embarrassed by his own words, looking you up and down as if he didn’t know where to place his eyes.

“I do not know what to say, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed while you looked at the sweet man before you that had your insides in a twist over his gentleness and care, even for a child not his own. “I must confess myself to be, at a loss,” he continued. “At a loss, sir?” “Yes, Annie is not the only one—” “Found him, uncle!” came the voice of Annie followed by rushing footsteps in two different strides.

You both looked over, seeing Annie followed by the butler you had been greeted by carrying a violin. You wished she had been a moment longer, curious about what the colonel had been about to say.

“My Lord,” Mr Bracket said and the colonel stood. “Annie, will you do the honour?” he asked and she nodded vigorously. The butler followed the child towards the piano where she sat on the stool, looking utterly at home at the big instrument. “You play, miss Hatchet?” you asked and she nodded. “We will play, and you will dance with my uncle,” she beamed out while all colour left your face. I cannot dance, you thought as your body stiffened.

“Miss Y/l/n, will you do me the honour?” Colonel Brandon asked while stopping next to you, holding out his hand for you to take. “I-, sir, I cannot dance,” you said while lowering your head, feeling less than adequate. “Not to worry, I shall lead you,” he simply replied. “You need only follow.”

You gulped down a breath while the music, some soft carol, began to play. Just a piano and a violin filled the space with soft sounds. “Come,” he urged and you reached out your hand tentatively. He took it gently but sturdily, making your sore skin hurt just a smidge but you managed to hide it.

He took you in his arms, telling you to rest your hand upon his shoulder while he placed his own at your waste, shooting fire through your entire body at the close proximity and gentle hold. He was such a gorgeous man, and so good-natured and kind. He was truly unlike any man you had ever met. But, up close, in his personal space, you felt a slight sadness within him. Something hidden.

“Now, you begin with your left, and then follow my lead.” “Sir, I really must protest—” “Here we go, miss,” he interrupted and spun you off. But you didn’t trip or falter.

He lead you with expert grace, it felt as if your body knew what to do a second before he asked it of you. A natural leader, a commander, a colonel. You could scarcely believe it, but you were dancing with a colonel at a fine estate clad in a real dress with silky gloves and your hair nicely ordered. No servant bonnet or pinned apron. No flat working shoes or duster in your hand. It was magical, and unbelievable.

“You are a natural,” he said and you blushed under his sweet gaze, wanting to impress the man who made you feel so different. But then he grasped your leading hand a bit harder to spin you out and you winched, biting down on your bottom lip and cinching your eyes closed for a second.

“Y/n?” he asked, your name sounding beautiful in his baritone voice, at the same second you tugged your hand free by instinct. The glove slipped and remained in his grip, baring your damaged hand with the purple lines looking most gruesome in the bright room.

He drew in a harsh breath as you stepped back, clutching your naked hand to your chest, attempting to hide it while you felt nauseating fear for what he was thinking grip you. “Your hand-, what happened?” he asked as he stepped closer, your silky glove still clutched in his hand. “I told you, it was not proper for me to ride in your sleigh, colonel. I told you,” you nearly whispered out while sadness took hold of your heart. Reality taking hold once more.

He was not a man for you, no matter that he made your heart sing and your body warm. You were a measly maid while he was a colonel. You did not belong in his world, as he did not belong in yours.

The music stopped and silence descended. “I did not think—” “We are not the same, colonel,” you interrupted despite how rude it was. “If there is a mistake, an impropriety, you are not to be blamed or held responsible, it befalls me. The punishment is always mine to bear.”

Your words made him stiffen, his eyes widening with something akin to horror as realisation seemed to dawn on him; he was the cause of your damaged hands. “There should be no punishment,” he said with a dark voice that did not suit the gentleman you had come to know him as. “But there always is,” you said quietly. “Please, sir, return my glove so I may leave.” “No.”

You stiffened and looked up at him. “No?” “I am not sending you back to that house to be harmed,” he said as if it was a declaration of the utmost importance. You wished his words to be true, that he would ask you to remain, with him. No matter how silly it was. You felt at home by his side despite everything telling you how wrong it all was. How out of place you were in his world of ballroom dancing and sweet treats to take delight in.

“Uncle, what’s happening?” Annie asked quietly, confusion in her bright voice. “We are asking miss Y/l/n to stay with us,” he simply stated but his eyes never left you. “We are?” she asked with sudden joy in her voice. “Because you love her, uncle?”

The look he gave you was that of mortification and worry, of wishing and inner battling. You knew that because you felt similar about your feelings for him. “Annie, you errant child, you do not speak like that,” he scolded. “But you said so yesterday!” “I did not,” he grumbled while his cheeks turned pinkish. “Yes you did, you said she was the prettiest woman you had ever seen and she wasn’t even dressed properly or ordered. That your taciturn heart was happy when she talked—” “Annie, enough,” he interrupted and the child had the decency to fall silent while he looked ever more sheepish. His shoulders crept towards his ears before he reacted and forced his back to straighten under your shocked gaze.

But your heart fluttered, your body turned soft and warm while your hands fell to the sides of your body. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to speak while he averted his gaze for a moment, as if he needed to collect himself.

“I made your heart happy?” you asked quietly, not quite able to use your voice fully. He looked towards you, and nodded. “You did-, do.” “I-, my heart-, I feel as if it sings when I’m with you, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed and it was the strangest conversation in history. Confessing to wanting the impossible and hearing it being mutual.

He blinked at you, looking at a loss for words for a moment. “I will not send you back to the Billington Estate,” he said quietly. You nodded. “What do you wish to do with this maid then, sir?” you asked while he slowly began stepping towards you. Your stomach filled with butterflies. “You are no longer a maid,” he said as he stopped a single step from you. “You are,” he continued while reaching for your bared hand, “to be mine. A colonel’s wife, Lady of Delaford Estate.” “You do not know what you are saying,” you breathed out, sure you were dreaming. “I assure you, the short time I have had with you is all needed to know you are the one for me.” “Colonel…” “Christopher,” he corrected and your knees weakened as he raised your battered hand to his thin lips and planted the gentlest of kisses atop it.

The suffocated giggles of Annie and strangled chuckles of Mr Bracket could have been heard, if you had not been so occupied by the sound of your own pulse raging or the drumming song of your heart when Christopher straightened and tugged you closer. You heard receding footsteps but were to occupied by the man holding you to take full notice of the others leaving the room.

“This is insanity, Christopher,” you whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Say it again,” he murmured while his hand landed at the small of your back, holding you even closer. “This is insanity,” you whispered. “Say my name, Y/n…” he asked gently. “Christopher.” “I never thought my name could sound so… wondrous.” “I never thought my heart could sing.” “Or mine be happy…”

You closed your eyes, taking in the overwhelming emotions you finally dared let lose within you now that he had told you in earnest that he wished for your hand in marriage — despite everything that ought to have kept you parted.

Christopher released your hand and grasped your chin most gently, tilting your head while you opened your eyes and were met by his joyous ones. “Beautiful,” he said and it felt like the highest praise.

Then his lips graced yours, a soft connection that kicked up a storm within you as the taste of him reached you. His warmth seeped into your flesh and a moment later you became lost to the sensation of him while the fire crackled and the tea turned cold next to the most delicious treats you had ever had the fortune of tasting. Still, they had nothing on the taste of his thin lips.

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

Come On Time

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuuut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded, desperate to feel his movements again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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celestialsister0918 · 2 years

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When Snape Becomes a Dad...

In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting my latest addition to "One Shots and Outtakes from Wizarding World Romance"... the one where Severus Snape becomes a dad! Enjoy this little fluff-shot as you celebrate today.

(Only TW is childbirth.)

Outtake, Post-War: November 17th, 1998 Fluff-shot, no warnings! Except extreme sweetness as Severus Snape becomes a dad.

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Rhiannon paced up and down the aisles separating the long tables in her classroom as her students scrawled their essays. Today's assignment was a bit of a term recap, even though it was only the third week of November and winter holidays were still a month away. She knew her little bean would be making an appearance any day now, and she wanted a chance to review her students' assessment of the three most useful household spells they'd learned that term and why. She'd encouraged them to consider applications outside of the household setting as well, since the events of these past couple years had proved that thinking outside the box was quite necessary.

Rhiannon smiled as she passed by Hermione, Ginny and Luna's desk, a calm sense of relief filling her heart to see them safe and working on something so mundane. Hermione had chosen to return to complete her missed seventh year, even though Harry and Ron decided to move on. The three girls met Rhiannon's gaze and gave her small smiles, which warmed her heart. It wasn't too long ago they'd regarded her with disdain, but Ginny's frequent visits to the seaside house with Harry over the summer had done a good deal to solidify both Rhiannon and Severus's place within the family. It was all finally as it should be; the days of the Snapes playing double agent were finally, blessedly, over.

Rhiannon returned to her desk and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as she nibbled at a pastry she'd swiped from breakfast in the Great Hall. Her stomach was full-on rumbling with hunger today. Apparently the baby was trying to maximize her last few days in residence. Rhiannon kept thinking 'her'— of course she didn't know for sure, but the energy readings told her as much. They'd been right regarding Delphi when Bellatrix was pregnant earlier that year, so Rhiannon assumed they'd be correct again. She was rather skilled at detecting such things. Her readings on Colleen were a bit muddy, since Mrs. Black was carrying a litter. Well, metaphorically speaking. It was actually twins, according to Sirius's cosmic connection with Remus beyond the veil, but "litter" was more fun to say.

"Essays in, class!" Rhiannon called, straightening back up from her secret snack. She felt a bit lightheaded as she did so. She smiled and watched as parchment after parchment was stacked upon her desk, the leaves of ivory fluttering into swishes of black robes adorned with the rainbow of house scarves. It created a swirl of texture and color that played with Rhiannon's senses in a discombobulating way... could you taste color? Hear the texture of fabric and parchment? She suddenly felt queasy, and her stomach began to cramp.

"Professor Snape?" Ginny asked cautiously. "Are you all right?"

"Her baby is coming," Luna said serenely. "Perhaps we should fetch Madame Pomfrey?"

Hermione took off to the hospital wing without hesitation, and Ginny came around the back of the desk to stroke Rhiannon's hair, offering a cooling spell once she felt the sweat that beaded on her professor's forehead.

"Ginny, can you send a Patronus to the house?" Rhiannon gasped. "I need Severus here. Quickly. Make sure Colleen or Sirius has Delphi before he leaves."

"Of course," the redhead nodded. From her wand leapt a graceful horse, and Rhiannon smiled. She'd forgotten they shared a similar Patronus. Rhiannon's horse was larger, more feisty, and had the rare ability to shift color with her mood. Ginny's was frosty white, regal, and poised as it took off westwardly through the classroom window and over the moor.

"Is it time, my dear?" Poppy scurried into the Practical Magic classroom, the white tails of her kerchief trailing behind her in the breeze created by her haste. Rhiannon clutched her lower belly and nodded, her clammy body threatening to fall from her desk chair at the pain tightening in her abdomen.

"Oh, someone fetch Severus," Poppy commanded. "I believe there won't be much time. Rhiannon, dear, did you not feel any signs this morning? Why were you still teaching your class?"

"It just felt like monthly cramps," Rhiannon apologized with a shrug. She watched as Poppy transfigured the rolling cart Rhiannon used for cooking demonstrations into a suitable method of transportation. Hermione and Luna helped Rhiannon take a seat, and the three girls hurried to follow behind as Madame Pomfrey whisked their professor away to the hospital wing.

"Well, what were you expecting, dear?"

"I don't know... something more dramatic?"

Poppy gave a small laugh. "If we administer the potions early on, we can hope the gods will spare us the dramatic. Now into bed! Miss Granger, please assist the professor with her gown while I procure the potions."

"And what potions would those be?" a stern voice demanded. Obsidian eyes scanned Rhiannon head to toe as Hermione's wand removed her teaching robe and sent it flying into an adjacent wardrobe. Rhiannon looked down at her own belly, swollen and taut beneath the thick white lace of her maternity bra. She noticed Ginny's eyes widen at the sight.

"Now, Severus, this wouldn't be you questioning my expertise, now would it?" Poppy admonished.

"Severus! How in Merlin's name did you get here so fast?" Rhiannon exclaimed. Luna helped her settle against some extra pillows she had procured from unoccupied beds. Luckily the beds reserved for childbirth at Hogwarts were somewhat isolated from the remainder of the wing, and few students were there at the moment anyway. Peacetime had its advantages.

"I was already making my way down from the house when Miss Weasley's Patronus arrived," Severus informed her, stepping cautiously to her bedside. He took her chin in his hand and surveyed her critically as if she were an experimental brew he needed to evaluate. "I could feel something was different."

Rhiannon laid her head back with a relaxed smile, glad to know their bond could work across such an expanse, when the matter at hand was important. Satisfied with his appraisal of her, the firm hand at her chin relaxed a little and drifted to her cheek, his fingertips running along her bone structure as his eyes searched hers.

"You look beautiful," he murmured quietly, his gaze darting uncertainly to their young spectators. The three girls all watched with almost dreamy smiles, and Severus cleared his throat with annoyance.

"While I'm grateful for your assistance with my wife, I believe it is no longer needed," he told the young witches as politely as he could manage.

Ginny looked relieved, and Luna made a move to slip away obediently. Hermione, however, gave her former professor a frown.

"Professor, I would like to observe. The magical art of childbirth is covered in Practical Magic, yet our experience of it is merely textbook and hardly practical."

"Miss Granger, as a seventh year, I would assume one of your friends might find herself in a similar predicament soon enough, and you may use that as an opportunity to witness and study. My wife, however, is not a classroom experiment. Please return to class."

The girl obeyed with a sigh, and Rhiannon gave her a sympathetic smile before she and her friends retreated. Severus swept over to where Poppy was preparing instruments and bottles, though his "sweeping" these days wasn't all that theatrical now that he'd retired his trademark billowing robes in favor of more frequent Muggle clothing.

"I do not want that potion used-- use the one with the gelsemium. And have an elf go to Honeydukes and fetch honey quills immediately."

"Honey quills?" Rhiannon said with a laugh. "What am I, twelve?"

Severus looked at her beneath stern raven brows. "The quill will deliver honey in a safe amount to help you maintain your energy without interfering with the birth. I know your appetite and am well aware that you'll be whining and begging for food within an hour."

Rhiannon smiled and held her arms out to him, and he clasped her hands, allowing her to pull him close. "I love you, Severus Snape. You're going to be the most amazing father in wizarding history, you know that?"

"No pressure," he grunted.

Rhiannon's hand drifted into his black tresses, slightly tousled from his apparition in the windy November chill. Severus always took a few moments to adjust his meticulous appearance once he landed in his destination, but clearly he'd found other things to be higher priority today. She pulled his head to hers, her mind registering the outline of his sturdy mouth before they crashed together. A brief memory filled her of encountering him at Grimmauld Place over three years ago, him pinning her to the wall and that imposing mouth looming over her and filling her mind with a desire that turned all other thoughts to mush. As he kissed her now, her mind evaporated into a delightful buzz that hummed atop the ever-tightening pain taking over her lower insides. She felt the life within her alert them to her presence with a gentle thump, and Rhiannon could tell the baby was in perfect position.

"Alright, Professors, I regret interrupting such a loving display, especially when I believe it's the only one I've ever witnessed from Severus Snape. But the window of opportunity for comfort potions is rapidly closing." Madame Pomfrey hovered over Rhiannon, bottles in hand. Severus barely moved, holding Rhiannon's hand securely in both of his as the mediwitch lifted the amber glass bottles to her lips. The magical liquids took affect in no time, making what was sharp now dull, what was once uncomfortable now merely an alert to prod her body's natural rhythms along.

The next few hours passed with a house elf delivering the candied sustenance her wizard had suggested, and Headmistress McGonagall popping in to say hello. Word of such a special occasion had already spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, and Poppy frequently had to rush to the door to shoo away the crowds of curious students that were gathering. Severus remained in his rigid kneel until Minerva finally insisted he take a seat, shoving a chair beneath his arse until he had no choice but to accept. Rhiannon's pain had escalated considerably by that point, but she still managed to laugh at the Headmistress's haughty insistence and Severus's obstinance. She could tell Severus had resolved to suffer his own brand of discomfort in honor of his wife's.

"You're no good to her, Severus Snape, if your joints are immovable from sanctimonious self-induced penance," McGonagall chastised him. "Now sit. I daresay with a newborn you will have plenty of opportunity to suffer discomfort over the next few weeks."

Rhiannon shook her head and massaged her swollen belly with a laugh. "No suffering," she corrected. "Charity is going to be a little angel. I can tell already."

The older witches exchanged a glance. "Charity?" Minerva inquired.

Another contraction hit at this point, and it was tenacious. Poppy grasped her other hand and coached her through it, her wand hovering above Rhiannon's stomach as some kind of gauge for time, intensity, or both.

"Yes, for Burbage," Severus confirmed. "It was important to Rhiannon. To help honor the memory of a life her father stole."

"And...her middle...name...will be for my mother," Rhiannon breathed. "Another life he stole, in a way." She heard the dripping of water as Severus soaked a handkerchief in herb-infused water and ran it along her face.

"He didn't steal it— in fact it was one of the few honorable things he ever did," Severus corrected. "He gave her you."

Rhiannon noted the amusement on Minerva's lips at such a tender sentiment coming from her cantankerous ex co-worker.

"We're very close, Mum and Dad," Poppy announced, the tip of her wand glowing with a silvery gossamer pink. "I've heard rumors that you seem to be favored in some otherworldly realm, my dear; I believe it may be true. I've never witnessed a labor so uncomplicated."

"Silence, Poppy!" Severus snapped. "You dare to tempt the Fates like that with my wife's well-being?"

"Severus, I have lived long enough to know a difficult birth from an easy one," the mediwitch retorted. She lifted the thin blanket covering Rhiannon's midsection and pushed the young woman's gown up in preparation for delivery. "Now, Rhiannon, love, you will push when you feel the next tightening coming on. Do not over exert yourself— one good push should start the little lass on her way."

Rhiannon took a deep breath, tears tickling the corners of her eyes. Her heart felt a beautifully twisted pang at the thought that she would be a mother herself in mere minutes. She would know the love her own mother had felt, every monumental and complex emotion, but calmed and tempered with the steadfast, passionate love of her husband there by her side. Severus's face was pale, his eyes dark and hooded beneath his lashes. His stomach heaved up and down a bit within dark green cashmere, a charcoal colored scarf still tied around his neck. Rhiannon reached for the yarn tassels, toying with them a bit before giving the scarf a gentle tug.

"You seem a bit warm, Severus," she said softly. He nodded, his stare blank as he allowed her to remove the superfluous garment and toss it to the foot of the bed. Her hand returned to his neck, her thumb tracing his chin lovingly before the next wave began to swell in her abdomen.

"Oh, Merlin!" Rhiannon winced. Pressure. So much pressure... it was like the gravitational pull of the earth was concentrated within her center. Her muscles gave into Poppy's commands involuntarily, and she let out a scream, her hand still on her husband's neck. Her nails seared into the flesh beneath the hairline on his neck, but Severus didn't seem to mind in the least, steeling his own hand around her forearm to hold it in place. A round bulge in his jaw twitched, and Rhiannon knew his Legilimens mind was tapping into her pain with every shred of his power so he could experience it in his own right.

Rhiannon felt the oddest sensation of angles and pops as their daughter was born, the magical potion somehow simultaneously enhancing her sensation while making her pain tolerable. Severus suddenly clamored with Poppy in a tangle of arms to catch the newborn princess, the latter finally fending him off with a razor sharp look. Rhiannon watched the witch assess their tiny prize, each second agonizing while the new mother waited for some confirmation that all was well. Finally the older woman smirked and laid the messy, dark-haired beauty atop Rhiannon's breast, and Rhiannon's hand finally released Severus's neck to trail to the wrinkled, befuddled face of Charity Epona Snape acclimating to the world.

"Oh, Severus!" Rhiannon cried. "She's perfect! Look at her fingers? Have you ever seen anything like them? She's just delicate, like a pink rose petal. And she has your hair... feel it! It's so soft..."

Severus's hand was shaking as he lifted it from his lap and grasped at their baby's head. She was so tiny and his hand so large that it seemed to cover over half her body. He didn't smile, nor did he speak. His eyes bore into her, and Rhiannon looked to him inquisitively for a moment before remembering she could see his thoughts with a simple lowering of a shield. She shuddered when she was met with a shadowy image of her father, his red eyes being the only true distinguishing feature in a memory that was otherwise fuzzy. The vantage point of the memory was low, like one was kneeling. She heard Severus's deep, resonant voice — familiar but younger, and less sure.

"I do, my Lord."

"I will, my Lord."

In his field of vision crept the smooth, pale skin of a youthful forearm, and with a harsh jet of light a tattoo appeared, binding Severus to the Dark Lord for every moment they both would take a breath.

Why now? Rhiannon wondered. When he's staring at this innocent, perfect beauty?

But she knew. It was a binding ceremony, much like the birth of a tiny soul that shared both his blood and the Dark Lord's.

Rhiannon curled her left hand around her daughter, feeling her wet cheek scatter little dots across her bare chest as the baby searched for her first suckle. Her other hand secured around Severus's left arm, her palm squarely on the spot where the faint scar still lay.

"She's mine, Severus. Not his. Mine and yours. She's blameless, unblemished. And she will be loved like no little girl has been loved before."

His hand on Charity's back pressed down, and he nodded. He leaned in and kissed Rhiannon's lips softly.

"Speaking of," he murmured, "I should send a Patronus to the house. Let the Blacks know."

Rhiannon laughed. "Yes. How excited is Sirius right now, on a scale of one to ten?"

"I'm sure he's panting with expectation," Severus said drolly, reaching beneath his pant leg to retrieve his wand from its holster. He'd taken to wearing one like Sirius did now that they were in the Muggle world more often. "Considering the intimate proximity of his presence during conception, I'm certain he's also huffing and puffing like a bloody wolf with the notion that he's entitled to be here. I do hope Colleen was able to keep him contained."

Rhiannon laughed again, guiding Charity in place for her feather-like nips to her breast.

"Doing all right, dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked brightly as she prepared a basin of water with enhancements for a proper first bath.

"Yes, Poppy. Thank you for— " Rhiannon froze, her mouth falling open, green eyes wide as she focused on a dainty flicker of light fluttering around the room. She'd never seen it before— not like this. But she had seen it. It was the coquettish sashay of Slytherin, one of the three magical birds that had come to her upon her arrival in England over three years ago. One had died to save Sirius from the veil; the other two had perished in an act of war at the hand of her father's minions just before the Battle of Hogwarts. But now Slytherin lived on, immortalized as a crystal blue wisp emanating from Severus's ebony wand. He fluttered out of the window and took off just as Ginny's horse had earlier, dancing into the sunset over the autumn leaves.

"It changed?" Rhiannon's voice was a croak, warm tears streaming down her face. She blamed the surge of hormones that must be gearing her body up for afterbirth.

"Yes," Severus answered softly. He bent to place a kiss upon Charity's sweet little head. "It changed."

For more context surrounding this latest installment, be sure to read my longer work, "Soon All The Suns Will Rise," if you haven't already! It runs parallel to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and documents the war alliance between Severus and Sirius, and their creation of a family with their wives. (Work is Rated E)

It's part of my series "Wizarding World Romance," which takes you on a journey through Sirius and Severus's love triangle with Rhiannon, Sirius falling in love with Colleen in Muggle world, and the final installment detailing their coming together as foursome. Happy reading! Hope you enjoyed this little one-shot. (Links below Rated E- please read tags.)

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