#alan rickman fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 16: keep warm

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged, @deepperplexity

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

I pulled my cloak tighter around me as I patrolled the dungeon. Why it was so cold down here I would never know. Severus was already waiting for me at the end of the hall, holding the door open. I smiled as he raised an eyebrow at home.

“and just like that my shift is over.” I laughed as I walked over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in to kiss him. “Why dumbledore insists on nightly patrols when there are no students staying the holidays always amazes me.” Severus nodded as he smoothed his hands down my sides.

“I asked him once. Something about making sure the castle was still secure. I don’t know.” Severus said as he ghosted his nose down my jawline. “You look cold.” I nodded against him and pressed my nose against his throat. “Ah!” Severus hissed as he pulled back. “You’re freezing!” I nodded.

“it’s freezing down here in case you didn’t notice Severus.” I teased. “I’m just about ready to turn into an icicle.” Severus pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled me into his chambers.

“well then we’ll just have to warm you up.” He smiled at me. I laughed as he pushed my cloak off. “And find a way to keep you warm.” We set about undressing each other, stealing kisses as we went. Before long I was buried under the blankets of Severus’ bed, Severus laying on top of me. He had slid into me as soon as the blankets hit his back. “Fuck.” He breathed out as I ground my hips against his.

“sev. Please.” I whined, watching a drop of sweat drip down his nose. Severus leaned down to kiss me, moaning as I lifted my hips to meet his.

“So close.” Severus moaned. “So damn close.” I nodded and buried my head in his shoulder. “(Y/N).”

“Severus I can’t…” I groaned. I held onto him tightly as my orgasm washed over me. Severus moaned as he twitched in me.

“fuck. (Y/N).” He breathed out as he came. We laid there, sweaty bodies stuck together as we came down from our highs. “Told you I would keep you warm.” Severus teased when he had caught his breath.

“I don’t know sev.” I laughed as he rolled onto his back, pulling me to his chest. “I can already feel the chill setting back in.” I winked up at him as he groaned and his hands started to explore again.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 3: The Snowball Effect

Pairing: Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: @deepperplexity I want to apologize for the way I used this prompt. 🤣It's a reflection of me as a person and I am flawed LOL. Thank you for understanding. Now lets get to the story while I go get some help 🤣🤣

MDNI

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

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

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

"Dr. Michaelson-."

"Eli dear call me Eli."

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

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

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

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

When had he had time to do that?

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

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

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

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

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

No no, he kept her occupied enough.

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

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

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

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

"Ugh Uhhn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Swallow."

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

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

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

"Really and why's that?"

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

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

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

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

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

[smilingformoney]

Sins of the Flesh

I. Innocence Lost

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

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

Read on Ao3.

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Having a go at @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts.

Prompt 6: Out Of Care

"The January Man" Ed x Reader (established relationship)

Tw; depression

Plot; It's Ed and Readers first Christmas together. Readers depression is starting to flare up and Ed tries to bring them some holiday cheer.

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November had been a busy month for both you and Ed. He'd been working on commission pieces a gallery wanted to display for sale on New Years, and your job was getting busier and more stressful as the holidays approached. It was December now. You were both still busy and the city around you was becoming more hectic than ever. Ed had still noticed the signs that your depression was starting to flare up again. Since you'd gotten together in February, he'd helped you through a few bouts since then, and between work and the cold, dark weather settling in, it was starting to creep up on you again. You came back from work on Friday, dumped your things in the corner of the bedroom, climbed into bed and stayed there. Ed had seen the tiredness in your eyes. He'd hoped that a good sleep might help, but by midday the next day you were still in bed. He knew you well by now, you needed something different, something joyful, something to pull you out of your mind and bring you back to yourself. As he thought of what he could do, he looked around the apartment you shared. It looked like it did every day. There were no Christmas decorations up anywhere. He knew you had a cardboard box of decorations in the back of the closet, you'd brough with you when you'd moved in. Ed hadn't really bothered with Christmas much. He'd been out on his own for some time now and with just him he hadn't spent much energy on the holiday. But he remembered a few months ago, how you'd told him with excitement bright in your eyes, about the things you loved about Christmas and how you were looking forward to spending your first Christmas together. Ideas now filling his mind, Ed headed out. He left some breakfast and a note on the bedside table for you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple as you slept. It was late afternoon, almost sunset when he got back. You'd woken up a few hours ago. After reading Ed's note that he'd gone out for a while, you'd pulled yourself up enough to drink some of the tea and juice he'd left and had a shower, flopping back into bed right after. You felt so worn out and hollow inside. You hated this feeling, being far too familiar with it. You heard the front door open and close and Ed moving around in the main room. You jumped when you heard something clatter to the ground and Ed cursing under his breath. Concerned, you climbed out of bed to see what happened. As you stood in the doorway of the living room, you saw it was an empty easel that had fallen. Ed was setting an armload of shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. One paper bag, you could see, was overflowing with green and red tinsel. Ed caught sight of you and smiled, “Hi Darling, how are you feeling?” You gave his question a noncommittal nod and headed towards him, “What’s all this?” You asked, as Ed gently pulled you into his arms and held you. “Well, I got some more decorations.” He explained, “To put up with the box you have. The more the better, right? And I got your favourite take-out for dinner and doughnuts and the ingredients for mulled wine. Oh, and I rented some Christmas movies. I thought we could have a movie night tonight and maybe tomorrow go get a tree and start decorating the apartment. Sound alright?” You nodded, burrowing your face against his chest as you felt tears well up in our eyes. No one had ever loved you as sweetly as Ed did. He did so many things out of care for you. Before you met, you’d always faced these slumps alone, now you had someone to catch you as you fell. You almost didn’t know what to do with such a strong feeling of love and being loved. So you just surrendered to it, cuddling into his chest and letting his warmth fill the emptiness you felt.

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AN; Hope whoever reads this enjoys it. :) Merry Christmas!!

[halloweenfrills]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spit it out.", you instructed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was it that bouncy little walk?

Those fuck-me eyes?

The way she pouted while working?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's a muffled female voice in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your boss just...slapped you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why indeed?

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

Sometimes a girl needs looking after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan was in control.

It's what you wanted.

It's what he wanted.

And you wanted him to claim you completely.

"More?", you moaned out.

"More?", he echos between thrusts.

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

You needed him everywhere.

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

He liked you greedy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crazysleepydreams]

TO STEAL A THIEF’S HEART

Soooo still no-beta´d so be nice I really don´t wanna die like Hans....

Summary: Deborah DeVries wasn’t anything special, the only thing special about her was her genus friend Theo that worked for Gruber´s: Constuction & Security! She wasn’t even supposed to go with him to the bowling alley to meet his friends/co-workers, but that did happen and her life turned chaotic from there….. A Die Hard AU. What will change once Hans falls in love: will it end as a fairy tail or will it be doomed from the start?

CHAPTER 1

Deborah was having sort of a normal day: she was doing her job as a part time waitress/everything at her Grandfathers café, she smiled at the clients and wished them a good day yes even to the rude ones, who were far in between, she made small talk with the regulars she’d known for ages, she worried about her Thesis or did her best to read a book in the quiet moments and when her favorite regular Theo, her best friend, came by she told her grandfather that she took 10. All was normal in the conversation up until the moment Theo asked if she would go out with him, Karl and their pals bowling….

“No?” Asked Deborah as much as she answered, too surprised to do much of anything.

“Come on Dee it’s just bowling with me, Karl and some guys: it’s not the end of the world…. Just please?” Pleaded Theo, the hacker wasn’t the most social person so when he was assigned to find an extra player he’d gone to Deborah.

“Not the end of the world? Not the end of the world? Teddy, I don't know anyone! What if I make a fool out of myself?” Asked Deborah: if there was one thing she had it was social anxiety, if she didn’t feel comfortable she´d get as silent as a mouse hoping none would ask her anything.

“It won’t be that bad you like Karl and Tony and Jessica will be there too.” Tried to reason the Afro-American.

 “Okay so I know what 4 people in a group of over 12? Teddy I’m your 3a.m. buddy not your social situation buddy.” Explained the brunette.

“Deborah, Dee, DeeDee, you’re my-everything buddy.” Said Theo unsure how to convince his friend to go out bowling at the sound of someone clearing their throat he turned to look around.“Hello Adriaan. I’m doing great, thank you. How have you been?” Theo asked the older gentleman with a fond smile.

“Same old, same old my boy. Now what were you two talking about?” Asked Adriaan with sparkling gray eyes.

“Well…. I’ve been trying to convince Dee to go out with me this weekend, to go bowling with some friends from work.” Said Theo having seen his window of opportunity knowing that the man often tried to get Deborah out of the house to socialize more.

“Echt? Waarom gaa je niet poppedijntje?” Asked Adriaan to his granddaughter.•

“Opa••, he asked me because someone canceled and I do only know about 3 people.” Complained the brunet to the gentleman’s amusement.

“She’ll go Theo don’t worry about it and you will all have a lovely time.” Said Adriaan before standing up and kissing Deborah’s cheek. “Time’s up poppedijntje•••, see you around Theo.” With those words the man disappeared into the kitchen.

“Sure thing, sir!” Said Theo looking happy until he saw Deborah looking at him.

“You’re so death Theo! Traitor!” Deborah wasn’t amused at all.

“Oh come on Dee! I promise you that I won’t leave you alone and you love hanging out with Karl and you like Tony too.”

“Fine, but if I make a fool of myself I’ll blame you and you own me!” Exclaimed Deborah before storming off to the kitchen, probably to complain to the older gentleman.

“Perfect Saturday 7 O'clock! Dress comfortably!”

After walking out of the homey café Theo walked towards the closest public phone and marked a number he knew by heart.

“Karl? Yeah this is Theo….. Well she didn’t take it well, but with Adriaans help I was able to coerce her into it.” The man explained and he rolled his eyes at his partner’s answer. “Karl she’s coming which is more than I can say about your supposed friend…. No I’m not calling you a liar, but you gotta give me some credit: I’ve saved our arses. Yeah, sure love you too.”

• Adrian says= Really? Why won´t you go Poppet?

••Opa Granpa

••• Poppedijntje is a endearment that more or less would be equal to Poppet.

END

So this is the beginning please leave a comment a like or a reblog! And there is no beta so until I find one we’ll do it this way: not sure how fast I’ll update I’m a stud so it might vary.

[celestialsister0918]

@slytherinsight221 and I are debuting a new work today! It will be a one-shots collection of Alan Rickman and Gary Oldman characters. The first installments will be a Die Hard/Leon: The Professional crossover smut fic featuring Hans Gruber and Norman Stansfield. Two friends returning from Spring Break encounter these two quirky criminal masterminds and end up with a night that will change them forever.

WARNINGS for fic: Explicit Sex, Dub-Con, gun kink, alcohol use, age difference, loss of virginity. Intended for 18+

While Hans and Stan take the first few installments of this collection, we plan to add MANY more Alan and Gary characters that the ladies will encounter throughout their adventures. Be sure to subscribe on Wattpad or AO3 and stay tuned!

You can find us on our individual Wattpad and AO3 accounts as well for our Snape and Sirius works:

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I’m here - Severus Snape

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader

Warnings: Crying, all fluff!

Word Count: 657

Summary: You are a young professor in love with Severus Snape. When everything gets to be too much, you break down and he comes to your aid.

It was dark in the library. You used to come here as a student to escape from the other students, you never felt like you really belonged in your house. Now as a teacher, you have made a few allies among your peers. 

One professor, despite how wrong you felt about it, held a special place in your heart. 

Severus was not as he appeared. He was caring and gentle, helped you when you needed it. He seemed to know exactly how to help you when you needed him most. With this past reputation of his, you knew that he would probably show up at any minute at your aid as you fled the great hall for the library in a hurry after dinner. 

You loved him, try as you might to ignore it you loved him more than the initial platonic feeling you had. He would show up in your dreams, daydreams, you couldn't get him out of your head. When he was around you tried to clear your mind, but to no avail. You were decent at occlumency, but he brought down your barriers.

The more you thought the more somber you became, and the less control over your emotion you had. You needed to get yourself together.

A single tear

Then another

And then another

Soon your emotions overcame you and you hid among the bookshelves sobbing into your robes. You weren't loud by any means, but your thoughts echoed in your head until you heard a voice in the void of blackness.

"Y/n? are you alright?" Severus' baritone voice shook you out of your sobbing state as you tried to straighten up and pretend like everything was fine. As your vision corrected out of its blurry setting you saw the professor kneeled down by your side with a deep look of concern.

"Yes, I- I'm alright" you said in a shaky voice. 

"No, you're not, what's the matter?" he said, it was calmer than his normal authoritative tone.

"I just got in my own head is all, I'll be alright" you said

"What about?" he questioned. You knew if you told him the real reason he would reject you, tell you that you were too young and that this was all stupid. Or would he? 

He placed a hand on your shoulder and shivers when up your spine. Every touch sent electricity through your body, every brush of a hand, every glance, every slight smile you could coerce out of him made you feel better.

"Severus I- I can't-"

"Yes, you can."

 He tilted your head up with a finger as his eyes looked deep into yours. Pleading you to tell him what was wrong. You had never seen him like this, he seemed so, delicate and careful. Like you were a vase he didn't want to break. 

"I-"

You paused.

"I what?" he said with growing concern.

"I love you, severus."

The words hung in the air, and you clung on them with everything you had. He looked at you with a calm sort of shock.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled under your breath as you stood up and tried to flee the library, but before you had the chance he stood up and grabbed your hand and spun you around and held you close to him, his finger lifting your chin to make your eyes meet once more. 

He hesitated, he wanted something, but you couldn't tell what. His eyes glanced from your lips to meet your gaze again. He looked behind him at the library door then pulled your face closer to his, his lips smashing against yours and in a crazed fit of passion. 

He held you there for what felt like so long then finally allowed breath between the two of you. He pulled you close to his chest and held you there, just enjoying the silence.

"I love you too, I always have" he whispered gently.

"Always"

[justagirlwholikesadam]

"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. 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged

AN: another year. Another fic. 💚

Warnings: swearing

Students at the slytherin table snickered as I walked down the aisle. I shushed them, trying to keep a straight face as I neared the teachers table. Severus looked up at me with a smile. I smiled back and covertly smacked Draco Malfoy upside the head.

“I saw that.” Severus said as I took my seat next to him. “What’s their problem?” He motioned towards the slytherins. I shrugged.

“I’m not entirely sure. Did you have something planned?” I asked. Severus shook his head. “Must just be something in the air.” Dumbledore stood up and raised his hands, effortlessly quieting the students. “Damn. I wish I had the same effect you two have. They just keep talking over me.” Severus snickered as he stared at me.

“I know.” He teased. I hit his arm and frowned at him.

“shut up.” I groaned. He took my hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. Rolling my eyes at him, we turned our attention back to dumbledore.

“Given the amount of snow that has fallen on the grounds today, I do think it best that classes be cancelled for the day.” Dumbledore said. I shared a look with Severus. “Students are encouraged to enjoy the weather and reminded to dress accordingly for whatever their winter activities may be. We’ll see you back inside for dinner and curfew. Dismissed.” Severus gently pulled me up and we quickly headed to my chambers, knowing they would be warmer than the dungeons.

“how much chaos do you expect to happen?” I asked as I set my fireplace ablaze with a wave of my wand.

“too much.” Severus said as he laid his cloak on the back of my couch before sitting down on it. “I’m incredibly glad neither one of us has to supervise any of that.” I nodded as I sat down next to him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I settled next to Severus and wrapped my arms around him.

“I pity whoever does.” I agreed. Severus kissed my head and pulled me closer. “Sleepy day in?” He nodded.

“sleepy day in.” He agreed.

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Day 2 - Restless Waiting

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader

Summary: Unaware of the true nature of her boyfriend's job, [Y/n] bids him a weary farewell before Christmas. Things began to crash and burn around her shortly thereafter.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): goodbyes, sadness, a little fluff at one point, things blowing up, not too much crazy in this one!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: And in something totally different! Next on our list is the very handsome, the very suave, and the most polite thief you'll ever meet. Hans! This is my first time writing for him and he's quite soft for his little love so hopefully it's enjoyable! Off we go then!

When Hans told [Y/n] he had another job planned out and that it was to be on Christmas, she couldn’t deny the rush of frustration and worry that pulsed through her veins.

Frustration, because he would be missing another Christmas with her as his jobs, as he so lightly put them, always seemed to take him away from her during the holidays.

But also worry, because while she didn’t know what exactly these jobs entailed of as he never elaborated it on them more than he had to, she knew they were dangerous. He would often times come back with a new bruise here and a new scar there that had her fretting over him asking him what had happened. And all he would say was that it was just an accident. 

Accident her ass.

Also it had to be something unconventional because how else would he be funding the extravagant way they lived? A beautiful penthouse in the middle of a bustling city. Luxury trips as gifts to her for putting up with him missing holidays and important dates as he had once stated. And the purchase of expensive clothes and jewelry that he spoiled her with just because.

She wasn't dumb no, and she had a slight inkling that what he did may have also been on the gray side of the law. But by the time she had figured it out she was too deeply in love with the man standing in front of her to leave.

A man who was readying himself to leave for a job that had been in the making for months. One that was more lucrative than any single one he had done, and one he was keen on making work.

Was it dangerous absolutely. But what job didn't have its dangers, especially one with a payout of over $600 million dollars in untraceable bearer bonds. Oh, the risk and danger was well worth it.

Though Hans did have to admit the forlorn look in his [Y/n]'s eyes did give him pause as he readied himself to meet up with the rest of his crew. Would he abandon such a intricate plan all because of a look? Of course not. But she did give him pause which is closer than anyone has ever gotten to making him maybe rethink his plans.

"Liebchen don't look that way. You know I'll come back as always, " Hans murmured in that accented English that had captivated her when he had first approached her a many years ago. "Do not mar that pretty face of yours with something like that I much more prefer your smile so I can keep it in my memory until I return."

Smile? But for what. He wasn't giving her much to smile about as he finished his preparation, going back and forth between rooms gathering his suitcase and other things before making his way to the front door of their home.

"Oh right I should definitely smile because my boyfriend is going away yet again before Christmas for the third time in a row for some shady business he has yet to tell me about." She muttered under her breath while crossing her arms over her chest looking like a tantruming child.

It only made Hans grin as he stalked up to her, cornering her in between the wall and the door and causing her to cower a little. Not out of fear but at how close he was, so close she could feel his breath tickle her skin, warm with a hint of of the bourbon he had drank earlier on to 'warm oneself' as he said.

"What are you talking about? Have I not given you this beautiful home?" He questioned leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Have I've not given you the designer clothes and the pretty jewelry that make you smile?" He added as he moved down to kiss her on each cheek. “Have you nothing to to smile about when I take you on trips, and make you squirm in pleasure on the expensive sheet of some bed far away from here?"

Cheeks feeling warm from the closeness and the seductive tone he was taking on knowing good and well she was very susceptible to it, [Y/n] was quick to try and push him away just to get some space in between them.

"H-Hans you that's not what I'm talking about and you know it!" She exclaimed and stuttered out all at once at the very smug face of Hans who seemed to be amused at how flustered she was. 

Damn him!

"I want to spend time with you during Christmas. Together as a couple and maybe even let my parents, who keep asking about you by the way, meet you!" Her words were punctuated with a little stomp and she knew it was a tad childish but she didn't care wanting him to understand how much she was against him leaving.

"I know I know and I will meet them I promise. This job though, it's a big one, if it all goes well it will be the last one. No more holidays away from you I promise you that."

His words dripped sincerity and his amber eyes burned with honesty as he took her hand into his and kissed her knuckles. Usually, the scratchy feeling of his beard tickling her skin would make her laugh, but she was so upset that she couldn't find it in herself to be amused. Only bitter.

"Somehow I don't believe that," she muttered dejectedly as tears began to try and work their way into her eyes betraying the chanting in her head that was telling her to not cry.

Worry was the only thing on her mind as she always worried about him. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him. It hurt too much and it was the cause of the tears that leaked down her cheeks causing Hans to frown.

"What if something happens Hans. What happens if something goes wrong, what happens if you don't-."

She couldn't get the words out as the thought of him not coming home had her in shambles.

"My love, mein Liebchen," he pleaded as he kissed the top of her head and went to wipe the tears that had escaped. “Do not cry you know I do not like these tears of yours they upset me."

"Good because at least you know how you're making me feel," [Y/n] whimpered out as she tried to meet his eyes but failed as she let out another sniffle.

Whilst his heart did not enjoy seeing her upset, he knew what he had to do and even if it made her sad, too much was riding on him and his leadership. Because who else could come up with a plan as intricate and detailed as him?

"I promise I will be safe and that nothing will go wrong. Have I ever broken a promise between us?" He asked pulling her into a tight hug that had her shaking in his hold as she felt far more afraid than usual but was unsure why.

"Liebchen?"

"No you haven't but what if...what if something does go wrong? You always come home with bruises or scars when things go right and I just-."

"Hush enough of that," he interrupted just as [Y/n] voice cracked and she buried her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her lower back as he tried to calm her and it seemed to work as she began to be able to catch her breath again.

"Nothing will go wrong I promise. It is the holidays and what is it that you Americans always say, Christmas is a time of miracles no?"

Letting out a pitiful laugh and a sniffle before looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, she nodded but not without saying,

"We do but I also don't want to bet your return on a miracle they don't work sometimes."

His chuckle was deep and a bit nasally yet it vibrated in her body and made her stomach do little flips just at the sound of it.

"No miracles then, I will make sure we do not need any. But I must go now my company is waiting for me and we cannot be late."

Even if she begged him to stay she knew he would go as that man was stubborn and had a strong will that drove her crazy at times. Yet it was something she had grown to love as she knew he would do anything for her if she asked. Well anything but staying behind from a job...

Sighing she nodded and unhanded him still giving him a worried look.

"Promise me you'll be safe?"

"Yes of course especially when I have you to come home to." He affirmed confidently right before leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips as if sealing the deal.

The squeak of surprise that left her transformed into a tiny moan as she pawed at his front sighing as he deepened the kiss by bringing a hand to the back of head and putting light pressure on it to bring her closer.

There they stood for what felt like forever kissing and whispering soft words that only the other could here. And they exchange those words and lines, one being,

"Ich liebe dich mien Liebchen," whispered passionately in a soft husky voice by Hans as his amber eyes were trained on her for a moment before he pulled away from her embrace.

It made her a bit sad no longer being enveloped by his warmth. But she watched quietly as he gathered his bags and walked out the door into the elevator that serviced their building.

Turning around, he gave her a tiny smirk that had her heart leaping. And when the chime of the elevator dinged and the doors began to close she waved at him until they were parted by the heavy steel doors. Yet [Y/n] couldn't stop the queasy feeling in her stomach that lingered long after he was gone a little sigh leaving her before she whispered,

"I love you too sweetheart."  While looking forlorn at the emptiness in between her and where he had been before closing the door to their home.

It was Christmas day and she had paced around the house many times, waiting restlessly on Hans and his call.

Though once the clock struck 9pm and there was no word from him she knew something was wrong as he had promised to call around that time. And he never broke his promises.

As to distract herself from the thoughts she decided to turn on the TV to put on some sappy Christmas movie even if it made her sadder knowing that he wasn't with her.

Though that quickly changed when the TV turned on to a black and white photo of the man she had been waiting for to call. The sheer surprise and confusion had knocked her down onto the sofa and the words that were being said by the female news anchor only confused her more.

There were hostages being held in some building that was far from where he said he would be. And he was the leader of some terrorist group doing the hostage taking. And something about being in a terrorist group while he was in Germany but being kicked out?

What what what? She felt as if her mind was spinning as his picture stayed burned in on the top corner of the screen as the newscasters talked about some  Helsinki syndrome or some other.

All while [Y/n] mind continued to spiral. Her Hans? A terrorist? Holding people hostage? No that wasn't him. It couldn’t be him.

"No no this has to be some kind of joke," she whispered to herself as she tried to change the channel wanting to ignore what could not be ignored.

Yet each channel she turned to showed the same news story even on children's programming did the news interrupt as it was the biggest story of the year.

Hopping up from her seat,she began to pace anxiously. Her mind tried to tell her that it was a mistake and that it was the wrong person they were talking about. But unfortunately, her attention was taken back when the newscasters began shouting and she whipped her head back just in time to see an explosion on the top of the building.

The shout she let out could probably be heard by her upstairs and downstairs neighbor as she stared at the TV in dumbfounded awe.

"Oh my god that were people up there they've just killed all those people good lord!"

Shouted the newscaster as they all screamed and shouted over one another. But the only thing [Y/n] could comprehend as she watched the flames engulf the top of the tower causing some of it to crumble away was that her relationship was beginning to crumble just the same as the tower.

A/N: Heheheh will Y/n ever find out the truth about her beloved Hans? Who knows stay tuned (i hope!) Let me know how we are feeling about this story friends! until next time👋💖

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[smilingformoney]

Sins of the Flesh

IV. Always

Summary: For better or for worse...

Warnings/content: Rape/non-con, abusive relationship, stockholm syndrome, jealousy, semi-public sex, pregnancy, blood, menstruation, breeding kink, Victorian attitudes, doctor/patient roleplay, anal rape, forced oral, blood play, masturbation, fingering, watching masturbation, suicide, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

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AN: Thanks for taking this wild ride with me, folks. I thought maybe 2 people would want to read this but it's proved a lot more popular than I expected... turns out we're all a little bit deranged here.

I'm sure you all know this but remember that Turpin and yn's relationship is extremely toxic and unhealthy and we all deserve better irl <3 Turpin still hot tho.

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 23: Forgotten**

“You need to do what?” I asked, panic flooding my veins as I stood from the chair and began backing towards the door. Did he want to take my memories? We had been perfectly happy before this point and now he wants me to forget everything…No way, I need to figure out a way to run from this room. 

“Little Star, listen to me…” I shake my head quickly and he stands and walks slowly towards me, holding his hands up to show he isn’t a threat…right now. “It is only temporary.” 

“But-t why? I don’t understand.” My voice is shaking and my nerves are beginning to bubble over. 

“Umbridge believes Potter has formed an unauthorized group and is conspiring against the ministry. She will begin interrogating students in the coming week-” 

“That has nothing to do with us…Why do you need to take my memories?” I interrupted him and he came closer, placing his hands on my arms and squeezing gently. 

He sighed “She has asked me to provide her with Veritaserum for her to use during the interrogations. Which means you will be vulnerable to her prodding.” He explained and my panic began to subside. 

“I know you have no part in Potter’s devious activities, however, we cannot take the risk.” I chew on my bottom lip as he speaks. I haven’t told Severus about my part in Dumbledore’s Army and I never intended to but now that he is planning to go rifling through my memories, I’m going to have to tell him and I thoroughly dread how he is going to handle it. 

“I think it would be a good time to tell you that-” Severus cuts me off with a groan. 

“Please tell me you have kept your nose out of this business between Potter and the ministry.” I wince and he growls. I have been avoiding telling him about Edwin and I being involved with Dumbledore’s Army, I knew he would be angry at me for getting involved but we needed someone to teach us how to defend ourselves. If Umbridge wasn’t going to do it then Harry was the best option. 

“Before you start telling me how dangerous it is and how dumb I am…Umbridge is a horrible teacher and we all decided that we needed to learn how to defend ourselves.” The look on Severus’s face is terrifying. I knew when I told him about the meetings he was going to be angry but now…He is pissed. 

He grimaced at my words and returned to his desk, sitting down and leaning back in his chair, his hands running up and down his face. He sighed “I will remove those memories for the time being as well…I assume Finley is involved also.” 

“Yes.” The words are low when they leave my lips and my heart sinks again at the look on his face. I hate when I disappoint him. 

He took a few seconds before he spoke again. “Bring me Finley…I will remove his memories as well…regarding both our relationship and Potter’s little group.” 

I nod and turn to leave the room when a question pops to the tip of my tongue and I can’t knowingly get Edwin and let Severus take our memories before I ask him. I turn back around to him and ask “Are you going to return both of our memories…About the relationship and Dumbledore’s Army?”

He looks up at me and cocks an eyebrow, “Do you believe I will not return your memories to you?” He asks I can’t read his expression and it makes me even more nervous than I already am. 

“If you think you are keeping me safe by not returning them…yes.” 

“Do not fret Little Star…” He stands and walks over to me, taking my hands in his before continuing “I will be returning your memories to you, but you are not to continue with Potter’s group.” 

“But they need as much help as they can get,” I argue and he shakes his head, pulling my hands to his lips and placing a kiss on both of my knuckles. 

“Give me your word that you will not attend any more of those meetings.” I huff and nod, knowing that I can’t just stop showing up, I overheard Hermione talking to Harry and Ron about how she had jinxed the paper we all signed up on and anyone would regret running and telling Umbridge. At this point, I’m not sure if the jinx works if we are disbanded from the group and I am not inclined to find out. 

“Good…Now go get Finley. Umbridge has informed me that she will be interrogating you tomorrow morning.” I cocked an eyebrow. 

“Why did she tell you when she was going to interrogate me?” 

“You are my assistant and she will be removing you from my class tomorrow…She wanted to be sure that I did not need you.” I smirk and remove my hands from his, playing with the buttons on his cassock flirtatiously. 

“If she only knew how much you need me…” I trail off, glancing up at him through my lashes. “We could always go to your room before I get Edwin…” I smiled and he let out a shaky breath when I leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Get to my bedroom…now.” He growls and I smile wide at the victory. 

I run through the door to his chambers, stripping off clothing as I go and he chuckles, following closely behind me. When I arrive at his room, I have managed to remove every bit of clothing except for my knickers and bra which I know Severus will have no problem removing. I feel his body looming behind me when I stop at the side of his bed. His hands come up and run over my body, playfully grabbing my ass before running up and unclasping my bra, and taking the lacy fabric off of my body. 

I shivered when I felt his nose run lightly against my neck, inhaling my scent. “You smell delicious.” His deep baritone almost sent me to my knees with the anticipation of what is going to come next. 

To my surprise, I felt Severus shuffle behind me removing his clothing, minus his white undershirt…of course and I sighed. “I was hoping you would let me take off your clothes.” He chuckled at my disappointment and continued to ravish my body with kisses, paying close attention to the sweet spot on my neck. 

I moaned and leaned back into him, allowing him to trail his hands down to my knickers, running his fingers along the edge of the fabric for a second before finally roaming down to my mound. His middle and forefinger expertly stroked my outer lips and I whimpered. 

“Does my Little Star want my fingers?” I could tell he was smirking from his tone and I did not care in the slightest. He knew exactly what I want and I know exactly how to get it. 

“Yes sir.” I groaned and he gave in to my pleading voice, dipping his fingers into my dripping heat. 

“Mmmm, someone is very wet.” He mumbled into my neck, placing a gentle kiss on the spot that made my knees weak. 

“We were interrupted last time.” I whimpered, rocking my hips into his hand. His fingers felt amazing inside of me and I felt myself growing closer to my climax. I didn’t want to come this soon but my body desperately needed the release after being denied. 

“Right, you are darling…But I assure you, Merlin himself could not pull me from this room.” His voice was husky, I knew he was just as turned on as me and I was enjoying every second of it. 

I groaned when he continued his ministrations on the spongy spot inside me that made me see stars. “It’s not Merlin I’m worried about…” He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers from me. 

Before I had the chance to whine, I was pushed onto the bed. My stomach bounced on the soft fabric of his duvet and I giggled. However, it died suddenly on my lips when he straddled my closed legs and thrust himself inside of me without warning. The position allowed me to feel him incredibly deep and I was climbing quickly to my peak already. 

“Severus!” I squealed in delight when he began to thrust at a brutal pace.  

My fingers gripped the duvet as he began a punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Severus’ deep grunts echoed on the stone walls of the dungeon room and it was incredibly erotic. 

Far too soon my eyes began to roll into the back of my head as my orgasm ripped through me, lighting every nerve endings on fire. The duvet muffled my screams of pleasure and my knuckles turned white from the force of me gripping the fabric.

Severus slowed his pace when I came down from my high. I could feel him lean down to my ear, his white undershirt grazing against my back. 

“Are you alright my darling?” He chuckled darkly and I nodded quickly, my face smashing into the duvet. 

To my surprise, Severus pulled out of me and I whined at the loss of him, missing the feeling of his warm length in my quivering walls. 

“Don’t fret Little Star, just a change of position.” 

I felt him move to the top of the bed and plop down against the pillows. I turned my face to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?” 

“Ride me.” His voice was commanding and it made me shiver. 

My body moved of its own accord, crawling across his legs until I was hovering over his length. We had never tried this position before and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. 

I hesitated for a second before sinking onto his hardness. He noticed my resistance and reached for the hand that was planted on his abdomen, stroking my knuckles softly to reassure me that I was safe with him. 

I took a deep breath and sank slowly, sighing when he filled me to the hilt. There was a twinge of pain there because of the depth. I winced and he reached up and stroked my cheek. 

“Slowly, Little Star.” 

I allowed myself a few moments to get used to how deep he was before I began to move, circling my hips and grinding down onto his hard cock. I planted my hands firmly on his clothed chest and began to ride him, bouncing up and down until I was rocking on the precipice of orgasm for the second time this evening. 

Severus gripped my hips to help guide my bouncing, his head pushed back into his green silk pillowcase, and his eyes trained on the point where our bodies connected. 

“Se-Severus…It feels too good...I’m so-so close.” I stuttered, my eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy. 

Severus growled, pistoning his hips to meet mine, effectively driving me headlong into a toe-curling and brain-numbing climax. I felt his grip on my hips tighten and his hips stuttered as he met his release. 

I managed to open my eyes to see his face, he had a ridiculously sexy orgasm face. Teeth bared, eyes closed and head thrown back…I could come again just looking at him. 

After a few moments of coming down from the amazing high we had been soring on, it was time for him to remove my memories until Umbridge had the time to interrogate me. 

I threw my clothes on and ran to the dorms to get Edwin and bring him down to the dungeons where Severus explained everything to him and Edwin began to panic slightly…

“So you’re going to remove our memories?” Edwin asked and Severus rolled his eyes, growing tired of Edwin's questions. 

“Yes, Mr. Finley…I think I have just spent 20 minutes explaining that to you…” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and I fumbled with my hands. 

“But how do I know you’re not going to see all of my embarrassing secrets?” Edwin’s eyes flitted nervously between me and Severus and I shrugged. 

“Edwin, do you think he cares about your run-in with the beautification potions in your mum's vanity…” Severus smirked at my comment and Edwin glared at me. 

“Rora!” He hissed “Do you not remember that he threatened to poison our fourth year to test antidotes? Or maybe the time he told Hermione that her teeth looked no different after she was jinxed? I know you love him but he doesn’t have a good track record of being kind…I don’t want him fiddling with my brain.” 

Severus stood from his desk and walked over to us, standing so he was directly in front of Edwin. “Finley, you mean a fair amount to my Little Star…” Edwin mimicked vomiting at the nickname but Severus ignored him and continued talking, “I give you my word that I will keep your brain intact…Well, as intact as it is under normal circumstances.” 

Edwin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “Fine…But only because Umbridge is sadistic and I don’t want to be the one that spills any details to her.” 

Severus walked over to me, producing a small vile filled with a light blue liquid and handing it to me.

“What is this?” I asked, tilting the bottle to the side and examining the contents. 

“A weak sleeping draught…I will remove your memories while you sleep and you will wake with no memories of us or Potter’s club…Until I return them to you, of course.” He made sure to add that last bit so I wouldn't back out and I was grateful for the reassurance. 

“Okay…I’m ready.” I inhaled and uncorked the vile, bringing it up to my lips but pausing before taking a sip. 

“Severus?” 

“Yes, Little Star.” 

“I love you.” I downed the foul-tasting liquid in one gulp and my eyes immediately began to feel heavy. With the urge to sleep being too powerful, I succumbed to the tiredness and drifted off to darkness. 

An Hour Later

“Astrill…Astrill, wake up.” I stirred as my shoulder was shaken gently. 

I groan and lift my head slowly from the desk I had fallen asleep on, “Professor?” I ask, looking up at Professor Snape who was staring down at me. His dark eyes were piercing and his arms were now crossed over his chest. 

“You fell asleep Astrill…If you are going to be my assistant you need to keep yourself awake while you are grading parchment.” His voice was stern. 

I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, “I’m sorry Professor…It won’t happen again.” 

“See that it doesn’t…Now, go to bed. You are of no use to me half conscious.” 

“Yes, Professor.” I nodded, grabbing my things and scurrying quickly out of the Dungeons and to Gryffindor Tower.

[crazysleepydreams]

TO STEAL A THIEF’S HEART

Soooo still no-beta´d so be nice I really don´t wanna die like Hans…. I'll ask my other Beta if they are interesed in this story if not it has been proof read by the awsome @inflation-of-mind

Summary: Deborah DeVries wasn’t anything special, the only thing special about her was her genus friend Theo that worked for Gruber´s: Constuction & Security! She wasn’t even supposed to go with him to the bowling alley to meet his friends/co-workers, but that did happen and her life turned chaotic from there….. A Die Hard AU. What will change once Hans falls in love: will it end as a fairy tail or will it be doomed from the start?

CHAPTER 7

Hans kept his eyes on Karl and Deborah as they were congratulated for their victory and later when his friend left her with the growing group he observed her: he had to admit that she was more than just pretty… but all he knew was that she was kind to strangers without a reason, that her eyes were a beautiful shade of green and that she was friends with Theo and Karl apparently.

“Hänschen!” Karl’s voice interrupted his musings and soon he felt an arm sneak around his shoulders. He knew that there was something going on: there was something in the blonds' actions and in Tony’s who had followed his brother.

“What do you want?” Hans remained calm and gave his friend a small smile while he saw ice cold eyes locking with his own, if it weren’t for the practice he had his smile would have turned brittle.

“Look Hans, your thoughts are getting into dangerous territory: stop now while you can.” Karl ordered him with a gentle yet firm voice, this did two things: it frustrated and confused him.

“What are you talking about Karl?” He asked while he did his best to keep his voice friendly and steady: he also made sure that Deborah wasn’t close by.

“She isn’t your type my friend and I don’t want to hunt you down when you inevitably hurt her feelings.” As the blond said this keeping his own voice friendly Hans felt the hand that rested on him squeeze his shoulder in warning way.

“What are you going on about?” He asked with clenched teeth.

“Hans: you are here only for a couple of months, she isn’t some girl that will giggle at everything you say and smile prettily for you because you have money, you are a serial dater it surprises me that there isn’t a gorgeous blond with you tonight and most of all she just met you at this party… there is no way she will accept going out with you.” It looked like Karl had more to add to his list, but didn’t, none knew if it was due time or him trying to spare his friends feelings.

“You're implying that I’m a total arse and that she`s out of my league?” He asked, offended.

“No, that is what you are willing to make out of it. I’m only saying that she is one of the best women I know and that she deserves more than any of us, she would only end up hurt. So I’m telling you: Hans don’t, she has suffered enough already. Don’t take what I say as a challenge: now I’m going to get some drinks for Deborah and me.” And with those words Karl left him, Hans signed and closed his eyes to fight a headache off.

“Hey, may I know what that was about?” Asked Tony kindly, sitting down next to him.

“Well I have just been told by your brother that I’m a serial dater and too much of an arse to get a nice girl.” He resumed the talk to his younger friend and was surprised when the younger man started to laugh: he raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend's attempt to compose himself.

“Don’t look at me like that Hans: it has been ages since you put any effort into any relationship! And you have turned into a pretty selfish man… it surprises me that you hadn’t noticed yourself!” He could at least console himself with the fact that his friends didn’t sugar coat his behavior to him: was all he could think of as he took a sip of water.

“I hadn’t noticed Tony…” He confessed softly.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it Hans: I mean you date a girl for fun and they know there is no need to pretend you are something you aren’t. It's been a while since we have talked like this: just about something casual. I almost forgot how nice it was…. So do you know why brother dearest decided that now was a good moment to tell you so?” Yes I think I do was what he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and shook his head before grinning at Tony.

“I dunno: I mean it's your brother you should know why he does what he does.” Was Hans' response instead and at that Tony laughed some more before chatting more about everything and nothing.

The rest of the night was a haze to Hans: he did his best to be a good host and he smiled at all the right moments, but he started wondering when he had started changing and how he hadn’t noticed: would he have known any of this if it hadn’t been for this party? Or for James ditching it? And what did Tony mean by that it had been a long while since had spoken: he spoke with him almost daily… didn’t he?

Hey guys, so finally I've posted a new chapter Kudos to me! Please leave a comment.Also if You want to read the previouse chapter you’ll be able to find them under the #To Steal A Thiefs Heart

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