#alan rickman x reader

[muiitoloko]

Hiii! :D I LOVE your writing!! Every day I come home from work I go to your blog to read if there is a new story🌟 I don't know if you're taking request; i would like to make a request about Frank Benson (Eye in the sky) x reader I haven't read anything about him 🥲 and I would like if you could do something fluffly❤️‍🩹 with smut💥 maybe like something about him being married to the reader and coming home after a bad day at work and he just needs to be in control and some release🔥and then the reader being comforting💖🫶

I don't know if that makes sense🙈

Title: In control

Summary: He wanted to be in control and you gave him control.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, foul language and fluffy.

Author's Notes: Hey there! Thanks a ton for the love and support! Your dedication to checking out my blog every day seriously warms my heart! 🌟 As for your request about Frank Benson from "Eye in the Sky," I'm all ears! 😎 Your idea sounds like a rollercoaster of emotions, from fluffy to smutty to comforting—it's a wild ride! 🎢 And don't worry, even if it sounds a bit wild, it totally makes sense! 🙃 I've whipped up something I hope you'll enjoy! As for Alan Rickman in that military uniform, oh boy, does he look like a sin! 😏🔥

As Frank stepped through the threshold of his home, his shoulders slumped with the weight of the day's burdens. The familiar scent of home greeted him, a comforting reminder of the sanctuary that awaited him within these walls. Yet, even as he longed for the solace of his haven, the remnants of his stressful day clung to him like a suffocating shroud.

His brow furrowed in frustration as he struggled with the keys, his fingers fumbling with the metal implements in a futile attempt to unlock the door. With a muttered curse, he finally managed to coax the stubborn lock into submission, the satisfying click of the mechanism echoing in the stillness of the evening.

"Darling, I'm home," Frank called out, his voice a weary rasp as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

As you heard Frank's weary voice calling out from the hallway, you quickly turned off the stove and removed the pan from the fire, setting it aside. With practiced ease, you slipped off your apron and made your way to where Frank stood, struggling with his uniform.

Seeing him wrestle with the buttons of his military coat, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man you loved. His gray hair was slightly disheveled, and the furrow in his brow spoke volumes about the weight of the burdens he carried.

"Hey there, soldier," you said softly, stepping closer to him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Rough day?"

Frank let out a frustrated groan, his shoulders sagging even further under the weight of his troubles. "Everything's gone to hell today," he muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I can't seem to catch a break."

You listened patiently as he vented his frustrations, offering him a sympathetic ear as he unburdened himself of the events that had unfolded throughout the day. His words painted a picture of chaos and uncertainty, a world where everything seemed to be spiraling out of control.

With a heavy sigh, Frank finally paused, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of weariness and longing. "I just... I need to feel like I'm in control," he admitted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, you knew exactly what he needed—to let go of the burdens of the day and be comforted by you. With a gentle glint in your eyes, you reached for the buttons of his uniform coat, your fingers deftly working to release them one by one.

As his coat fell to the floor, revealing the holsters of his gun beneath, Frank pulled you close, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that left you breathless. You stumbled against him, the heat of his touch searing through you like wildfire as he pressed his lips to yours in a fierce, desperate kiss.

As the passionate kiss finally broke, you took your husband's hand, leading him to the bedroom with a sense of purpose. Frank followed, his steps heavy with the weight of the day's burdens.

Entering the bedroom, Frank began the familiar ritual of putting away his weapons, his movements precise and practiced. The holsters of his gun were set aside with care, each motion a testament to his disciplined nature.

But as he turned to undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt, you sat on the bed, watching him with a mixture of admiration and longing. Frank noticed your gaze and paused, his brow furrowing with concern.

"What is it, darling?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You shook your head, a playful smile playing on your lips. "Nothing, love," you reassured him. "Just enjoying the view."

Frank's expression softened, a hint of amusement flickering in his brown eyes. "Flatterer," he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

As Frank continued to undress, you couldn't help but notice the frustration still lingering in his demeanor. His movements were stiff and mechanical, a stark contrast to the controlled precision he usually exhibited. It was clear that the events of the day had taken a toll on him, weighing heavily on his shoulders like an oppressive burden.

You watched him silently, your heart aching with the desire to ease his troubles and bring him the comfort he so desperately needed. But as he paused halfway through undoing his wristwatch, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of uncertainty, you realized that perhaps what he needed most was not your comfort, but your submission.

You stood up, approaching him with purpose in your stride. With a gentle touch, you reached out to caress his cheek, your fingers trailing lightly along his stubbled jawline. "Let me take care of you, Frank," you whispered, your voice a soothing melody that washed over him like a warm embrace.

Frank's brown eyes softened at your words, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the steely mask he wore. He nodded wordlessly, a silent acknowledgment of the trust you placed in him as he stepped back, allowing you to take the lead.

With a sense of purpose, you reached for the buttons of your own blouse, your movements deliberate and unhurried. Frank watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation as you revealed the curves of your body inch by inch.

As the fabric fell away, pooling at your feet in a heap of discarded clothing, you stood naked before him, your skin flushed with anticipation. Frank's eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed form, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he took in the sight of you.

With a seductive smile, you dropped to your knees before him, your hands trailing lightly along his thighs as you looked up at him with adoration. "I'm yours to command, Frank," you murmured, your voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

Frank's chest swelled with pride at your submissive gesture, his arousal evident in the bulge that strained against the fabric of his trousers. With a confident smirk, he reached down to undo his belt, the sound of leather sliding through metal sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.

As his pants and underwear fell to the floor in a heap, Frank stepped out of them with practiced ease, his arousal standing proudly at attention. He approached you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached out to pinch one of your breasts, making you moan softly in response.

With a hungry glint in his eyes, Frank caressed himself lightly, the sight of your kneeling form before him sending a surge of desire coursing through his veins. "You look so beautiful like this, my love," he murmured, his voice a low growl that made your heart race.

But even as desire threatened to consume him, Frank remained in control, his gaze unwavering as he issued his command. "Open your mouth for me, darling," he ordered, his voice tinged with authority. "I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours today."

Eager to please your authoritarian husband, you obeyed without hesitation, parting your lips to accommodate him. Frank's arousal throbbed with anticipation as he positioned himself before you, his hands gripping your hair firmly as he guided himself to your waiting mouth.

With a sense of reverence, you took him in, your lips wrapping around his length as you began to suckle gently. Frank groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking forward as he buried himself deeper in your mouth, the heat of your tongue sending bolts of ecstasy coursing through him.

Lost in the rhythm of your movements, Frank's control began to slip, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered to the pleasure you offered. But even as his arousal threatened to overwhelm him, he remained mindful of your boundaries, his touch gentle and considerate as he guided you with a firm hand.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, darling," Frank murmured between ragged breaths, his voice thick with desire. "Just give my thigh a little tap, and I'll pull back, okay?"

You nodded in understanding, the sound muffled by the thickness of him in your mouth. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more intoxicated by the taste of him, the heady scent of his arousal filling your senses until you were lost in a haze of desire.

As Frank's arousal reached its peak, he couldn't hold back any longer. The controlled, disciplined soldier he once was faded away, replaced by a primal, insatiable hunger that consumed him from within. With a low growl of desire, he began to thrust into your mouth with increasing urgency, his movements rough and relentless.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, the heady mix of pain and ecstasy driving you to new heights of arousal. Frank's grip on your hair tightened, his fingers digging into your scalp as he used you for his pleasure, his baritone voice a symphony of sinful promises that sent shivers down your spine.

"Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" Frank purred, his voice thick with lust as he rocked his hips against your mouth. "Taking me like the obedient little slut you are."

His words sent a surge of heat pooling between your thighs, your own arousal building with each passing moment. You moaned around him, the vibrations sending Frank over the edge as he let out a guttural groan of pleasure.

But just as he felt himself on the verge of climax, Frank forced himself to pull back, his hand gently urging you to release him from your mouth. He groaned in frustration as he watched you obey, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his brow as he struggled to regain his composure.

"Fuck, my little slut," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're incredible at that. But I'm craving something more. Turn around and grip the edge of the bed for me; I need to be inside you now."

You nodded obediently, eager to please your dominant husband as you reached out to grasp the edge of the bedframe. As Frank fell to his knees behind you, you couldn't help but protest about his knees, but before you could voice your concern, he silenced you with a sharp slap to your ass.

The sudden sting made you gasp in surprise, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through you as Frank's calloused hand connected with your flesh. He caressed the spot he hit, his touch both soothing and electrifying as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear.

"Don't worry about me, darling," Frank said, his voice dripping with authority. "I'm in control here, and I know exactly what I want."

With a sense of anticipation, you held onto the edge of the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as Frank's hands roamed over your body. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

As Frank positioned himself behind you, you braced yourself for what was to come, your body trembling with excitement. But before you could prepare yourself, Frank slapped your ass again, making you cry out in surprise at the sudden blow.

"None of that, love," Frank chided, his voice firm but tinged with amusement. "You know better than to speak out of turn."

You bit your lip to stifle a whimper, your arousal building with each slap of Frank's hand against your flesh. Despite the sting of pain, you found yourself craving more, eager to surrender yourself completely to his dominant touch.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Frank playfully tugged your hair and brought his mouth close to your ear. "You enjoy that, don't you, my dear?" he whispered huskily, his voice carrying a commanding tone.

You whimpered in response, your body trembling with desire as Frank's words sent shivers down your spine. "Yes, sir," you gasped, your voice thick with need. "I love it when you take control."

A satisfied smirk spread across Frank's lips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Good," he whispered, his voice a husky rasp that made your pulse quicken. "Because tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until you can't think of anything else."

With that, Frank's hand trailed down your spine, sending sparks of electricity dancing along your skin. You arched your back in anticipation, offering yourself up to him completely as he teased you with his touch.

As his fingers dipped lower, trailing along the curve of your ass, you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Frank's touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

With a sense of purpose, Frank reached between your legs, his fingers finding your slick heat with ease. You gasped in pleasure as he teased your folds, his touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"Look at you, so wet and ready for me," Frank murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you, my little whore?"

You nodded eagerly, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Frank's fingers delved deeper, exploring every inch of your trembling body. You were his to command, his to please, and you relished in the knowledge that he would take you to heights of pleasure you had never imagined possible.

As Frank's fingers teased your slick heat, you let out a low moan of pleasure, your body arching instinctively into his touch. The sensation was electric, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you as he explored every inch of your trembling body.

"God, Frank," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Please, I need you."

Frank's brown eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to get everything you want, my little slut," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "But you have to beg for it."

Without hesitation, you nodded eagerly, your arousal reaching a fever pitch as you pleaded with him. "Please, Frank," you whimpered, your voice desperate and needy. "I need you inside me, now."

A satisfied smirk spread across Frank's lips as he positioned himself behind you, his arousal pressing against your slick folds. "That's it, darling," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Beg for my cock like the filthy whore you are."

With a sense of urgency, you pushed back against him, your body trembling with anticipation as you felt the tip of him teasing your entrance. "Please, Frank," you begged, your voice a desperate plea. "I need you to fuck me, now."

Without warning, Frank thrust into you with one swift motion, filling you completely as he buried himself deep inside your throbbing heat. You cried out in pleasure, your body trembling with ecstasy as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

"That's it, my dear" Frank growled, his voice thick with desire. "Take my cock like the filthy whore you are."

With each thrust, Frank's control slipped further, his movements growing faster and more desperate as he surrendered to the pleasure of being inside you. You met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as you chased your release together.

"Fuck, Frank!" you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The sound of your voice sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Frank's veins, his arousal peaking as he felt your walls clench around him in a tight embrace. With a primal growl, he thrust into you one final time, sending you both hurtling over the edge into a sea of ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, you cried out Frank's name like a prayer, your voice echoing in the stillness of the room. Frank's release followed soon after, his body trembling with the force of his climax as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan of satisfaction.

For a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a blissful embrace. With each ragged breath, you felt the weight of the day's burdens melt away, replaced by a sense of contentment and fulfillment that only Frank could provide.

After reaching the pinnacle of pleasure together, Frank withdrew from you, his body trembling with the remnants of his climax. Slowly, he stood up, feeling the ache in his knees that he chose to ignore for the moment. With a gentle tug, he pulled you to bed, wrapping you in his strong embrace.

As he held you close, Frank's chest swelled with a sense of gratitude and affection. "Thank you, my love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "For giving me control today."

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his gray hair as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. "Anything for you, Frank," you whispered, your voice filled with love and devotion. "You know I'll always give you whatever you want."

Frank's brown eyes twinkled with amusement as he pulled back to gaze at you, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Well, my dear, in that case, get ready for the next round," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes as you playfully pushed him. "Oh, I'm always ready," you replied, your voice laced with anticipation. "But are you up for it, old man?"

Frank feigned exasperation, shaking his head with mock indignation. "Ah, the audacity of a woman," he exclaimed, his baritone voice filled with amusement. "Give me a minute, or perhaps ten. The refractory period is shit at my age."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him once more. "I know, darling," you said softly, stroking his chin affectionately. "But I miss the times when we were young and had sex all night."

Frank's smile softened, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his brown eyes as he pulled you closer to him. "Those were the days, weren't they?" he murmured, his voice tinged with longing. "But even now, with age catching up to us, I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world."

You snuggled against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping you like a cocoon. "Me neither, Frank," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss against his cheek. "As long as I have you by my side, I have everything I need."

Your words trailed off as Frank's stomach let out a loud growl, prompting a blush to spread across his cheeks. He chuckled softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression as he realized his hunger. "I guess I've worked up an appetite," he said sheepishly, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

You smiled warmly at him, the affection in your gaze evident as you got out of bed and wrapped yourself in a cozy robe. "Don't worry, darling," you reassured him, your voice gentle and soothing. "I'll have dinner ready for you in no time."

Frank nodded gratefully, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him as you took charge of the situation. With a contented sigh, he settled back into bed, the soft sheets enveloping him like a warm embrace.

As you left the bedroom to prepare dinner, Frank couldn't help but admire the way you effortlessly took care of him. Your love and devotion were evident in every gesture, and he felt a surge of gratitude for having you by his side.

With a sense of purpose, Frank made his way to the bathroom, his steps heavy with exhaustion. The warm water of the shower beckoned to him, offering a brief respite from the stresses of the day.

As he stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his weary body, Frank felt the tension begin to melt away. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the warmth and comfort of the moment, relishing the sensation of being cleansed both physically and mentally.

With practiced efficiency, Frank washed away the grime of the day, the steam of the shower enveloping him like a soothing blanket. The rhythmic sound of the water against the tiles echoed in the small space, a steady cadence that matched the beat of his heart.

As he lathered soap over his body, Frank couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. It had been a challenging one, filled with difficult decisions and unexpected obstacles. But in the midst of it all, he found solace in the knowledge that he had you waiting for him at home, ready to offer him the love and support he so desperately needed.

With a sense of determination, Frank resolved to leave the worries of the day behind him, focusing instead on the simple pleasure of being present in the moment. The warm water of the shower was a soothing balm to his weary soul, washing away the remnants of stress and tension until all that remained was a sense of peace and contentment.

After thoroughly enjoying the rejuvenating shower, Frank emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and revitalized. He quickly dried himself off and dressed in fresh clothes, the weight of the day's burdens lifting from his shoulders with each passing moment.

As he made his way to the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the air, filling him with anticipation. He found you standing by the stove, a look of concentration on your face as you put the finishing touches on the meal.

"Smells amazing," Frank commented, his voice filled with appreciation as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

You chuckled softly, leaning into his embrace as you stirred the pot on the stove. "I'm glad you think so, darling," you replied, your voice warm and affectionate. "I made your favorite."

Frank's eyes sparkled with delight as he caught sight of the meal you had prepared. "You spoil me," he teased, a hint of mischief in his voice as he took a seat at the table.

You smiled fondly at him, the love in your gaze shining brightly as you served him a generous portion of the delicious meal. "You deserve it," you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "After the day you've had, you deserve a little pampering."

Frank's heart swelled with gratitude as he took a bite of the food, savoring the familiar flavors that reminded him of home. With each mouthful, he felt a sense of warmth and comfort wash over him, filling him with a sense of contentment that he hadn't felt in days.

As you watched him eat, a sense of satisfaction filled you, knowing that you had brought him the comfort and nourishment he so desperately needed. In that moment, there was no greater joy than seeing him happy and at ease, his troubles forgotten in the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal and the warmth of your love.

[strangesthirdeye]

Late Night Potions ( Severus Snape x Wife! Reader)

Summary: There are times when they are safe but still remind them of bitter thing.

Warning: it's Severus Snape, he's always slay, soft Severus, love, fluff, sweet, Severus being a good husband, ooc Severus Snape? Cannot sleep.. Severus survived Battle of Hogwarts.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Another stir clockwise and one more peppermint, The calming draughts Severus made finally turned brown meaning it was ready. He grabbed the glass vial that was placed not far from where he was brewing and opened the lid of the vial and slowly he scooped the potion with a spoon then put it in the vial.

The clock showed 3 in the morning and Severus was still in his potion room in his own house which was a bit late for brewing something at that time but it was Severus of course he had time to brew something. Well, the reality is that he can't catch a wink of sleep directly, making him stare at the ceiling of the bedroom he and you share. While you were soundlessly sleeping, Severus decided to get out of bed without keeping you awake and decided to make some light potions to make himself tired so he could easily fall asleep.

But still, after the 3 potions he made and all the process of putting the three potions into the vial, he still couldn't catch his sleepiness and that made him frustrated.

The eye bags under his eyes are visible while his face is definitely tired but the strange thing is that he can't sleep even though his body language clearly shows that he needs to sleep.

He sighed tiredly then closed the glass vial and placed the potions on the other potions shelf according to the label. He rubbed his face trying to remove the fog from his eyes which indicated that he needed to sleep. He then swished his wand to carefully pack the potions tools on the table. And standby for the 4th brewing potions.

Severus then swished his wand towards the ingredient cabinet for the potion he wanted to make, which was the Blood Replenishing potion. All ingredients are floated and gently placed on the table. Severus then cleaned the standby cauldron and placed it on the bunsen burner. He then opened the bunsen burner with a small flame and cast Aguamenti into the cauldron and miraculously the cauldron was filled with water according to the prescribed measure.

While he waited for the water to heat for 5 minutes, he started flipping through his potions book to idly even though he was skilled and memorized all the potions he made, he still needed the potions book to be sure. Sometimes he will add some useful notes to the book so that when he teaches, he can teach students more efficiently.

After 5 minutes, he then reached the dew and was ready to be placed in the cauldron but stopped when he felt a hand hugging his abdomen from behind. He was stunned but then relieved when he found out it was you.

You who had just woken up from sleep after discovered that Severus was not in the bed hugged Severus' back tightly in a still sleepy state. Severus knew that you couldn't sleep without him because he knew that you still imagined him disappearing and never coming back after the terrible Battle of Hogwarts that happened a few months ago. Although Severus survived Nagini's attack and was put in St's Mungos for two months to recover from snake venom, you are still afraid that he will be gone.

Severus stiffened shoulders dropped then he leaned against your touch. Savoring the warm temperature from your body. He sighed tiredly. His hands that holding the potions ingredients were placed on the table and his fingers rubbed the back of your hand that wrapped around his abdomen. The flame of the Bunsen burner was extinguished by him.

"It's 3 am and you're brewing potions" you mumbled behind his shoulder.

"Just want to make myself tired so that I can sleep well" Severus said lowly in his deep tone.

"Nightmare?" You parted away from his shoulder and leaned the side of your head behind him.

"Incredulity" Severus sighed.

"Incredulity with what?" You questioned with perplexity.

"That we both survive that battle" Severus muttered.

You raised your head and instantly faced him. Your face looked up at his face. His tired eyes that clearly make you concerned with his state. You and him still have a traumatic experience from the battle, which makes you both uneasy when the matter is mentioned. It's lucky you both survived even though Severus had to be admitted to the hospital and you suffered several injuries that left scars that made you think how lucky you both were to survive the battle. It also means that you two are very strong to survive the battle.

You softened your look and reached Severus' sharp cheek and stroked it gently. Severus closed his eyes and leaned against your warm palm.

"I also wonder how we can survive that battle but that's the story line. We both survive with the hope that we both can be together. All the things we went through together before and after that battle are the main pillars of our strength. We survive because we know that we are need this 'life'." You replied softly, caressing Severus' cheek.

Severus let out a heavy sigh. "the things we went through, what if one of us didn't survive the battle? What if the battle was just a dream? What if I lost you?"

"stop it, Sev. Ignore those negative thoughts. We are both safe and alive. Voldermort and the Death Eater are gone. You don't need to be a double agent to know the plans of both parties. You are who you are now. We are both safe and sound without any obstacles . We have each other." you firmly said.

Severus leaned his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Severus whispered in a husky and deep tone that always made your knees tremble hearing that even though the two of you had been together for almost 6 years.

"You didn't do anything. It's me who came to you and saved you and you accept me as I am" you whispered back.

[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.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Omg who else is creating AI generated images of their own  fanfics?

[elysiamus]

About to burst. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[turvi]

Warm Kisses

Severus Snape x Fem Reader

The wind was howling outside as Y/n wrapped herself in her favorite blanket. The forecast predicted a snowstorm today and she hoped Severus makes it home before the storm hits.

She takes out an extra blanket and starts preparing a hot bath for him. As soon as she puts the kettle on the stove for him she heard the doorbell ring impatiently a clear telltale sign that her husband is home.

She made her way to the door and Severus kept ringing the bell. "If you ring the bell one more time I am keeping you outside in the storm"

*ting*

She huffed and opened the door to see her husband smirking at her.

She bit her cheek trying not to smile "what?"

"Are you forgetting this is my home too?" he asked clearly enjoying the annoyed look on his wife

"Sorry I don't think I have met you before"

She yelped as he picked her up bride style "does this refresh your memories, darling?"

"it does. Now close the door the storm will be coming in so you take a bath right now because there is a chance of electricity getting cut off. I don't want to listen to you groan about hot water."

As soon as Severus closed the door the wind picked up its pace. When he was warm after the shower there was a loud thunder outside. He started taking out all the plugs from the sockets. Y/n returned to the room with two mugs of hot chocolate on the tray.

She placed the tray on the bed "I am getting more blankets" she said kissing his forehead. He couldn't help but sigh in contentment. He looked at his mug he always waited for his beloved whether it was the morning tea or dinner so they could sit together. More than the food and drinks he enjoyed the company of his love. He could sit with her for hours and still not get enough of her.

She came back with a blanket and tucked Severus in it. As soon as she got in bed, the light went out. They could barely see each other due to the dusky light outside.

"This is romantic" even if she could not see him, she knew he was enjoying this.

As she sipped on her hot chocolate she felt his eyes on her. "Sev, it's dark what are you trying to see?"

He took both their mugs and placed them on the side table and tugs her closer to him "always so sassy with me."

She smiles as she felt his breath on her cheek. Even in the dusky light, she was able to make out his features. She scooted closer to him until she felt there was no space between them.

Severus puts his palm in front of his lips and exhales through his mouth.

"What are you doing Sev?"

He smirked "warming my lips"

"what for?"

He leaned in and grinned as he heard her breath hitch. He loved the fact that even after 6 years of marriage he still had the same effect on her. He gently kissed her. The flavor of hot chocolate was still fresh on her lips. He grabbed her waist pulling her closer not satisfied with the small space between them.

She smiled in the kiss and held her hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat. For her, it was the best feeling. They gasped as they pulled apart regaining their breath.

It was getting darker outside but she held his face gently as the light outside started to dim. She looked into his eyes as she caressed his cheekbone "I love you so much, Severus you are my life, my love, my best friend, my husband, my everything."

Y/n didn't realize tears dropped down her cheeks until she felt Severus wipe them.

"My love, I am so lucky that you chose me. I love you"

"Well I am lucky as well that you chose me and I love you too" she kissed him again and the lights came back. "See it's the truth"

Severus chuckled as he grabbed her again not letting her go for the next few hours

A/N: This is short and weird but ok. REBLOG AND FEEDBACKS IF YOU LIKE IT

[dreamshopesfantasies]

Any recommendations for veeery fluffy Professor Snape x reader fics/oneshots, preferably here on tumblr? Hurt/Comfort, slight angst with a good ending or soft fluffy smut would also be okay, please no x student!reader though

I need looots of soft Snape stuff 🥰😭

[serenanight87]

Lighting Up the Christmas Tree (Interrogator x Reader, pt.3)

A/N: I am trying my best to not leave y’all in suspense too long even if the hubby says I should be as sadistic in the posting as the Interrogator is in this story. I’m blending 2 prompts as stated before. I’m blending “Strings and Lights” and “Under the Tree”. This one is definitely more smutty and BDSM forward. Disclaimer, not all BDSM involves penetrative sex. But don’t worry, I have plenty of fun for everyone. And we are dropping back in where we left off.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Con/Non-Con if you squint, BDSM references, Dom/sub, Daddy/Little Girl (in name mostly), Electrical Play, Cunnilingus, Nipple and Clit Clamps, Figging.

If you are under the age of 18, look away there is nothing to see here to ruin your poor sweet minds with.

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I give her a moment to collect herself. I need her to fully understand the rules of the game. I watch as she closes her eyes to starts to take deep breaths. Her breathing begins to slow down. She is beginning to calm down and not shake as much.

Now I can proceed now that she is ready to listen.

“Very well, I will give you the rules of our game and how this will be played. If you are a good little girl, you will be rewarded will all your little Christmas wishes. However, if you misbehave and disobey me, I will be forced to punish you. Because you see, my sweet,” I say as I draw closer to whisper to her. “They are watching me too. If I don’t punish you when you misbehave, they will give me worse treatment than they will give you. Now you want to be my sweet, good little girl, right?”

She slowly nods her head with a look of something like pity. I think she is scared of what they will do to me. Sometimes I am too but that is my problem and that reminds me that I am here for a job. Pleasure is just the extra bonus.

“Right then,” I said. “Let’s get into what is expected and what will happen based on your choices. First off, do you want to use colors or do you have a safe word?”

“Colors would work better, I think,” she said.

“Alright, tell me what the colors mean so we are on the same page.”

“Green, I’m okay; yellow, slow down hitting a hard limit; red, hard limit, stop now,” She said softly, looking at the ground.

I come over and lift her head up by her chin. I look deep in her eyes to see how she is doing. She looks slightly scared but mostly embarrassed and unsure.

“I promise I will take care you as much as you allow me to,” I said. “You have to allow me to care for you here and now, understand?”

She gave me a small smile and a small nod. That won’t do.

“First rule, I need spoken answers when you are able to do so. So, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Perfect answer, my sweet,” I answered with a smirk. “Now, I know the logistics of everything set up here and I will explain the setup to you. You are strapped to this wonderful cutout Christmas tree to be the shining star topper of it as well as to be the present for me. If you are a nice girl on Santa’s list, I will give you some extra presents. They will increase on degree of how good you are for me. However, if you a naughty girl, well, I will have to give you the equivalent of coal. I will have to punish you in varying degrees.

“To start off, if you are nice, I will give you kisses anywhere I deem you need them, and when I think they need to be given. However if you are naughty, I will have punish you. The starting punishment will be an enlightening experience. As you may have noticed, you are wrapped in Christmas lights. Well these are connected to these devices.”

I show her the nipple clamps and the clit clamp that are all brought together in a Y-shape with wires. She gives me a look of intrigue. I figured she has never seen them before. This is a product of my own invention. When I get some time off, I don’t have anything else to do most of the time so I make devices to test out on subjects or excuse me “clients” that my work gives me. Either they will work out great or be a dud. I am hoping this will fill the order of what I want.

“Now, when these are on, they are normal clamps that function normally. However, when I press this button, you will be decorating my tree with illumination with a side effect of a mild shock to your system. I can control how much of a shocking sensation that will be through this dial.” I showed through the sparks that come off the ends. Her eyes get wide and fear starts to fill them.

“Quite an ingenious little thing I must admit. Hopefully,I won’t have to demonstrate it because you will be my good, sweet girl,” I say as I walk closer to her and put my hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She leans into my touch so trusting. Sweet little girl.

“Let me know that you understand the rules and that you are okay with them,” I said. “What color are you?”

“Green, Sir,” she said quickly.

“Good girl,” I said. “So nice for me. I think that earned you you first reward.” I pointed up above her head. She looked to where I pointed with a curious look.

“You said you wanted a kiss under the mistletoe,” I said with a small chuckle. “Wish granted, hope you enjoy your first present.” I lean in to kiss her on her pillow soft lips. It starts off nice and soft. I explore her tongue gently with mine. I so enjoy her sweet taste and I need more.

The kiss becomes more heated where I am almost devouring her. Teeth clacking with the ferocity of our movements. Bitting lips and teeth grazing tongues. It is as if I am trying to devour her soul through her mouth. It is so beautiful and sensual. I have my hands in her hair, holding on to my grasp of reality. She moans in my mouth from the intensity of our kiss. I move one hand to grasp that juicy peach of an ass and give it a full squeeze along with a quick slap. I get an even louder moan and a growl from that. She is truly enjoying herself. I finally have to pull away to breathe and give a little dark chuckle. She opens her eyes with a look of pure hunger.

“Wow…thank you, Sir, for your present,” she said, gasping for air. “I hope that you got a little something out of that as well, Sir.”

“You are very welcome, my sweet,” I said, gasping for air myself. “That was a very wonderful experience. You are such a polite little girl. And there is a part of me that would want to reward you again just being so. However, I have to ask my questions to make you truly earn it. You ready? Color?”

“Yes, Sir and green.”

“Good girl, my sweet. Now I will start with easy questions and work you in,” I said. I walked around her watching her body’s reactions, breathing patterns, looking at the state of her tided up limbs for circulation. Taking care of your toys is highly important. I have to make sure I keep her on the edge of sub space. She needs to still keep the questions answered till she breaks it all to me.

“First,” I said, “I will state certain information that we have and you confirm or deny if the information is true. Staring with your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, you run a small online business through your home, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You had a successful business for a few years,” I stated. “It flourished. Hit the charts for online businesses. You were even about to start having to buy a larger space to expand your business to be able to complete your demand for product, correct?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said proudly.

“Good, my sweet. You are doing so well. I think they may have earned you another present. Let’s see where you deserve it to be next,” I purr as I tread forward to choose my next location.

“These stars look so beautiful with these cutouts. I think they need to glisten more to truly give that Christmas spirit, don’t you?”, I ask lightly rubbing and pulling on her nipples.

“Yes, Sir,” she moans so pretty just for me. “I think that will make the top glow even brighter.”

“Now, now, I didn’t ask for an ass kisser, little girl,” I stated gruffly. “If I wanted that, I would have you a position to do that literally…not figuratively.”

She starred at me with shock. I chuckled at her expression, while smiling darkly.

“However, that may have to wait for another time,” I said more to myself. “Right now, my sweet, I am glad that you agree to my present. However next time, I prefer speaking to just answer, thanking, colors, and moans and screams, of course.”

I gave her no time for reaction as I dipped down after her delightful looking breasts. I heard her gasp and lowly moan. I trace the big golden stars with my tongue as I slowly tease down to where my true destination lies. I watch her skin turn to goose flesh before my eyes. I look up as I near my destination of her lovely nipples to see her looking right at me, breathing heavily out of her mouth. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

Oh, my beautiful little star, if you could just know how you look in pure desperation and desire. Your eyes,I think, will haunt my dreams for a while. Just pure, open, and totally adulterated, climactic feeling and emotion. To just be able to capture that look for all time, then people would understand the experience that I feel doing what I do.

I reach her beautiful nipples and kiss them reverently. She is so beautiful and has been so good, she deserves some worship of her person. She is being the perfect submissive. I shall always reward good behavior. I lick them to taste her skin here. I want to taste every variation of tastes she has on her glorious body. She moans so lovely and flips her head back in ecstasy.

“My sweet, eyes on me,” I whisper. “I want you watch how much enjoy your presents. Your face gives me every emotion you feel, my sweet. Let me experience them all.”

She drops her head back down to watch me suck her right nipple in my mouth to flick my tongue on the end. She screams in pleasure but keeps her eyes on me. I continue by moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment. I have to be equal and fair. Her sweet whimpers as I release her succulent nipple from my teeth, did such things to me.

“You are such a good girl,” I say as I come back up from her breasts. “You took your present so well. Keep being my good girl, my sweet, and you will get all the presents and no coal.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said gasping for air with a light flush on her cheeks.

“Tell me, did you almost cum from what I assume is a pretty cunt?”, I questioned her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Has that ever happened from just stimulation of your breasts?”

“No, Sir. I would like to cum, please Sir,” she states.

“All in time,” I say. “And according to your choices. Let us continue.”

“I’ll do my best to obey, Sir,” she said desperately.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, you have also been shown multiple pictures of occasions where dinner parties were held for contract deals and to keep the stakeholders happy. Would you say you know everyone at those parties that directly work with you?”

She looked at me curiously , “Yes, Sir?”

“Was that an answer or a question, little girl?,” I ask darkly with a raised brow.

“No, Sir,” she stated. “I’m just trying to follow the route you are going with the questions.”

“That is not your place to question my position in this discussion, little girl,” I growled. “I ask the questions and decide if you want to answer them correctly. That deemed the first punishment for daring to question me. That is not your role here. Do you understand, little girl?”

“But that isn’t fair, I just want to be able please you with the right answer,” she wined.

“Yet again,” I growled lowly. “if I wanted an ass kissing, I would have you do it with that pretty mouth and delectable tongue. Not with pretty vain words!” I go to her and grab her by her hair and pull hard.

She will obey! Even if I have to show her what a fiery attitude will get her.

“Now you have added another level to your punishment for your lip,” I snarled. “Do you understand now, little girl? You will obey me here. You have no choices here except whether you receive pain or pleasure by my hand.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said softly. “I’m sorry I overstepped my authority.”

I looked at her with her head down in her submissive manner. She is doing well just keeps making small errors that I don’t tolerate on what I’m understanding of her caliber of obeying. She can do better, I just have to push her correctly. Precision placement of the correct re enforcement of behavior. I have just the thing for that fiery attitude that comes out sometimes. I don’t deal with brats!

“I thank you for apologizing and realizing the error in understanding your place,” I said while stroking her cheek. “However I must punish you to enforce good behavior. You understand, my sweet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I know you hate to disappoint me. This will enforce that you keep your mind on the moment and let me have control of the moment. You have no power here except when it is beyond your threshold. You control how far I go, not my direction.”

I stepped away to grab the clamps and another item from my bag. I calmed my mind from her tears. They are the tears of release of her authority here. They are the tears of the beginnings of true trust. I will bring her to a place where she will trust me to give the answers I need. She will trust me that what I say will happen once she answers correctly will happen and all will be well. The contract said so and in this space, I say so. In this place, my word is law.

“Now,” I say as I walk back toward her. “I will punish you for not showing proper discipline of your mind but I will reward you afterwards for apologizing so long as after punishment is done, you can say you truly understand why you were punished. I am also including another aspect to your punishment. Something to curve that fiery tongue.”

I show her a piece of ginger root that had carved in the shape of a small plug. She gave a look of not understanding.

“You see, I am of the mind to fight fire with fire in some ways and I think for us, this will be the best way to it,” I announced to her. “I am going to introduce you to my favorite pudding. And no, it is not Figgy pudding. More of Figging Pudding. I’m going to put this is your juicy ass and just let it sit there while you are being enlightened of your past transgressions. This will give you much to think on. Do you understand me, little girl? What color are we?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with confidence. “I understand and green.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Let’s begin.”

I walked to her side came level to her ass. I spread her cheeks wide to see her little rosebud. It twitched and winked at me. I took the root and inserted the tip in and left the carved base on the outside. She whimpered in pain. I knew this would giver her a little spiciness to her Christmas dream.

Sometimes even the best girls need a little figging sometimes. She will either learn from it or learn to love it.

I stood back up and came back around the front. I brought my fingers to her nipples and pinched them hard to pull them. I need them very hard for these clamps to hold. She gasps and moans. I slap her nipples to make them perk up some more. Then I place the clamps on each nipple. I grab the bottom clamp of the Y-shape and glide my hand down her soft tummy to the open crotch of her knickers. I feel how soaked she was. If she was wearing normal knickers, they would be stuck to her with how soaked she is.

“I’m taking someone has been highly enjoying her presents,” I said with a deep chuckle. I her her whimper and it made me smile even wider. I rubbed and pulled on her clit to attach the clamp. She gasped and moaned as I touched her. I got the clamp on, plugged the wires to the lights, and stepped back to get ready for the show.

“Let the show begin,” I said. I took the remote and turned on the clamps. The cutout tree lit up in wonderful, Christmas glory. The lights wrapped around her accentuated her beautiful curves and almost turned my Christmas star into an angel of ecstasy. She groaned out in a glorious chorus that sounded like how I imagined the angels to sound. She was beautiful in her decorative light. This was better than I hoped this would look and it was just waiting for the right person to show me its glory. I don’t think that I can ever use this scene again because it will never be better than this.

“You are ascending into my glorious angel, my sweet,” I tell her. “I think you can take more of that charge to truly bring in the heavenly chorus.” I turned the dial up and watched her head pitch back and the most heavenly moaning scream I have ever heard filled the room. I have never experienced something so glorious. I don’t know what this intense feeling that I feel but it is surrounded around her body, her eyes, her emotions. It is just surrounded by her. I let her feel that illuminating experience engulf her for a while longer and then release her. She goes limp in her restraints with slight twitching in her limbs. I walk up to her to check on her. I lift her chin to look into her eyes. Her pupils are blown out with a look of pure want.

So, she truly enjoyed herself. You are so special, my sweet. If I could just keep you here forever, oh the fun we would have. But unfortunately this is work. Oh, if we could have met other ways, I would make you mine, my beautiful sweet girl.

“You did so well, my sweet,” I praised her. “Before you tell me anything else, what color?”

“Green,” she panted. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat that made her look like she was a glittering angel.

“Sir,” she started, “I want to apologize again for my behavior before and not staying in my role. I am sincerely sorry and will do as you wish from now on.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Thank you for your apology and for understanding your place. You are making mark improvements on the small issues I saw with your behavior. Now I will remove these clamps and your little fiery friend in the back, unless you have come to like him?

“Please sir take them off and that out,” she said quickly.

I chuckled. “Some little girls don’t like their first figging very much. However, I have had some that come to crave it after they experience it, even if they hate it. So keep that in mind, little girl and remember that it always an option if you want him back.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me options.”

I took off the clamps and took out the ginger. “Such a polite tone, I said. “I think I will move this to a more appropriate place.”

I pluck the mistletoe from above her head and move it to ledge of her seat. She looked at me very confused. I gave her a roguish smile.

“I have to move it to its appropriate place to kiss another set of lips,” I purred. She gasped as I kissed her tummy, tracing patterns with my tongue down to her juicy cunt. I get in my knees, under the tree, to come face to face with her cunt through the hole in her seat. It is so soaked and juicy. I think the seat will be forever soaked in her juices. The smell is intoxicating and I can’t wait to taste it. I pull her by her hips to bring her ass to kiss the seat. She seethes at the pain that this probably causing her wrists and shoulders but makes no other complaints as I French kiss her juicy peach.

I lick from ass to clit tasting the entire variety of her flavors. She is so sweet and earthy. Like the sweetest honey with tangy bite of ginger. This Christmas ambrosia is the best and I will stay her till she gives me it all. She moans so loudly and squirms trying to hump my face through the seat. I moan into her cunt as I tongue her core, fucking her with my tongue. She screams in ecstasy begging for more. I hear her call me Sir through the stuttered cries and pleading. I give her more, just as she asked.

I move up to her clit and suck on the hood as I tongue her clit. I hear I high pitch squeal followed by the feeling of her legs shake. I take two of my fingers and soak them in juices before I insert them into her cunt. I listen to her moans getting louder and louder as I fuck her cunt with fingers and suck her clit.

“Sir!”, she cries. “I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“Yes, I feel you with my fingers,” I said as I pulled away to speak. “This is your present, I want to cum all over my hand and face! Drown me in your essence!”

I go back to her clit and I heard her moans coming louder and turning to screams of pleasure.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming…Ooohhh…DADDY!”, she moaned.

She squeezed my fingers with her cunt and squirted all over my hand. I moved my mouth down to catch as much of that sticky sweet honey as I possibly could. Her taste is so addictive. I do my best to lick her clean. I hear her start to whimper when I start to overstimulate her. I back up from her and stand back up with her juices still on my face. I bring my hand to her lips for her to taste her heavenly ambrosia.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says as she cleans my hand of the offering I gave her. She had a look of complete satisfaction in her eyes as I leaned in to give her an even better taste.

The taste of her tongue with her cunt was magnificent. I could drink from her and worship her forever just to have this moment last. I released her to begin the next part of my questioning when she opened her mouth to interrupt me.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I mean Sir but I need to say something.” She looked at me in full awareness as she continued. “I want to sign that paper. I trust what you say. I will give you names if everyone I worked with, if that may help you. I may not have actually known I did anything or I may have been put as a head to be the scapegoat. I will give their names and then as you said I will be released. I have a condition that I need you to promise me.”

I looked deep in her eyes and asked, “And would that promise be, my sweet.”

“That when we walk out of those doors, I will never have to be without you again,” she cried. “I can’t be with anyone else but you. You have ruined me for anyone else and I have to be with you always. And if never can, there will be no one else so that the memories of now can always stay under my skin.”

I never thought that my thoughts would be reciprocated. She is my ultimate fantasy. Oh the things we will share and sadistic challenges we can create for each other. I finally found the one to make me whole and I shall never be alone again.

I walk up to her an kiss her forehead softly and sweetly. I unchain her and rub her muscles as I go to relieve the ache I know she has through the seethe she gives. I walk her over to the table and give her a pen out of my briefcase. I was about to tell her word for word what it said but she just signed and wrote five names. She put the pen down and gave me a look that stated, ‘I trust you.’

I put the handcuffs back on her loosely and my coat over her shoulders. We still have to hold her till we can check those names. I will make sure that is expedited. I put her blindfold back on and say, “After you, my pet.”

We walk out together and we will be together always.

A/N: Thank you everyone who read and encouraged me on my first writing. This was much longer than expected and has been a very unexpected journey for me. I loved every minute of it and realized that I not so bad at this writing thing. Hopefully this will give everyone the ending they were looking for. I may write him again someday. Happy New Year to all!

@deepperplexity @vulnus-sanare @mamawolfsmith87 @snowblossomreads

[daddy-issues-99]

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

Fr someone write me some fics pleeeaase!!

[sinclairs-snack]

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For Sinclair what if the reader is vulnerable and insecure because she’s not from the same world of him and feel inferior because she didn’t go to university and has a life pretty boring and chaotic (like unemployment and thing like that) and as he his someone important and relatively powerful from the upper class she’s afraid of him will finally get rid of her because she wrongly thinks she’s not enough ?

Title: In the Eyes of the Beholder

Summary: In his eyes you were everything.

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant × Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut

Author's Notes: Alright, folks, let's address the elephant in the room—I'll admit, this might not be my shining moment in the world of writing. Blame it on the pesky little gremlin known as writer's block. As usual, though, I'm all ears for any feedback you've got!

As you sat across from Sinclair in the cozy café where you first met, your mind was consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You didn't know why, of all people, Sinclair chose you. He was everything you weren't - beautiful, wealthy, and intelligent. You, on the other hand, were just a simple waitress who hadn't even attended college.

Sinclair had a charm about him that was impossible to resist. Like a human golden retriever, he exuded warmth and affection, his infectious enthusiasm drawing you in from the moment you first met. He would come to the café regularly, striking up conversations with you that ranged from the mundane to the profound. It quickly became apparent that he loved to talk, and you found yourself captivated by his every word.

Despite your initial reservations, you couldn't help but be drawn to Sinclair. His kindness and genuine affection for you melted away your doubts, and before you knew it, you were swept up in a whirlwind romance.

But as your relationship with Sinclair blossomed, so too did your feelings of guilt and inadequacy. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he deserved someone better than you. He had everything - a successful career, wealth, and a bright future ahead of him. You, on the other hand, struggled to make ends meet, living paycheck to paycheck in a small apartment.

You felt out of place in Sinclair's world, like an imposter pretending to belong. The stark contrast between his life of privilege and your humble existence only served to highlight your insecurities.

Yet, despite your fears and doubts, you couldn't bring yourself to let go of Sinclair. His love and affection filled a void within you that you never knew existed, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

But beneath the surface, a nagging fear lingered - the fear that one day, Sinclair would realize that he could do better than you. That he would tire of your shortcomings and leave you behind, casting you aside like a forgotten relic of his past.

As you sat in the café, lost in your thoughts, Sinclair reached across the table and took your hand in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reminder that you weren't alone in your fears.

"Is everything alright, darling?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned.

You forced a smile, pushing aside your doubts for the moment. "Yes, everything's fine," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

But deep down, you knew that the shadows of doubt and insecurity would continue to haunt you until you found the courage to confront them head-on. Until then, you could only hold onto Sinclair's hand and hope that his love would be enough to see you through the storm.

As a customer walked through the café door, you quickly got up, slipping into work mode with practiced ease. Sinclair watched you go, a fond smile gracing his lips as he admired your efficiency and grace. He checked his wristwatch, noting that your shift would end soon, and he could finally take you to your apartment.

Settling back in his seat, Sinclair leafed through the magazine he had brought with him, his curiosity piqued by the articles within. He commented to himself about the interesting tidbits he found, his voice a constant hum of chatter that filled the quiet space of the café. He was never one to stay quiet for long, his enthusiasm for conversation infectious and endearing.

Lost in the pages of the magazine, Sinclair didn't even notice the hours passing by. He was thoroughly entertained, engrossed in the world of fashion and style until you interrupted him, now dressed in your normal clothes as your shift had ended.

Sinclair nodded, standing up eagerly as you approached, showing you the magazine with a child-like excitement. "Look at this, darling," he exclaimed, pointing to a particularly captivating article. "It's all about the latest trends in fashion. Isn't it fascinating?

You chuckled softly, amused by Sinclair's enthusiasm for fashion magazines. "I didn't know you were into reading about fashion," you remarked, teasing him gently as you walked outside together.

Sinclair shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes as he replied, "Oh, I just like reading all kinds of things. Fashion, technology, literature... you name it."

You couldn't help but tease him further, poking him playfully in the side. "So, does that mean you enjoy reading porn magazines too?" you quipped, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

Sinclair was quiet for the first time, looking at the fashion magazine in his hand with more interest than usual. You observed him, amused by the sudden shift in his demeanor, and couldn't help but notice his ears turning red, a sure sign that he was blushing.

With a good-natured laugh, you teased him. "How many Playboys do you have at home, Clair?" you joked, your playful tone bringing a smile to his face.

Sinclair protested, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "I'm not a pervert, darling," he protested, holding up the magazine defensively. "They're not Playboys, they're scientific journals discussing... um, intimate topics and different sexual positions."

You couldn't contain your laughter, the image of Sinclair with such magazines seeming utterly incongruous with his kind soul. Opening the door to your apartment, you ushered Sinclair inside before following him in.

As you settled into your cozy living space, you couldn't help but marvel at the complexity of Sinclair's character. He was a millionaire futurologist, a man of intellect and curiosity, yet there was a childlike innocence to him that never failed to charm you.

As Sinclair settled down on the couch next to you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection toward him. Pulling him close, you nestled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You couldn't shake the curiosity about why he didn't share all the things he learned in those articles about sex, but you decided to let it slide for the moment.

Sinclair, sensing your closeness, nodded in agreement, his brown eyes meeting yours with a hint of uncertainty. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

You caressed his cheek tenderly, a gentle smile playing on your lips. It was a question he had asked countless times before, a testament to his respect for your boundaries and his genuine desire to make sure you were comfortable.

"You don't have to ask, Sinclair," you whispered, your voice filled with reassurance. "You know you can kiss me whenever you want."

With a relieved smile, Sinclair leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, loving kiss. It was a familiar sensation, yet it never failed to send shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that only he could quell.

As the kiss deepened, Sinclair's hands began to explore your body, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He caressed you slowly, his movements gentle and deliberate, as if savoring every moment with you.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, you took control, straddling Sinclair as you deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed freely over his body, tracing the contours of his frame as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

Sinclair responded eagerly, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound sense of urgency. It was a dance of passion and desire, a symphony of love and longing that transcended words.

As the kiss finally broke, you rested your forehead against Sinclair's, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you gazed into his eyes. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you slid your hand under his shirt, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips. Sinclair's chest rose and fell with each breath, a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of your own heartbeat.

Feeling the few scattered hairs on his chest, you trailed your fingers lightly, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through his body. Sinclair let out a soft moan of pleasure, his grip on you tightening as he reveled in the sensation of your touch.

With a newfound boldness, you tugged at Sinclair's shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin as you peeled it away. Sinclair offered no resistance, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you with a hunger that matched your own.

As his shirt fell to the floor, you wasted no time in exploring his bare chest, pressing kisses along the expanse of his skin. Each touch elicited a gasp of pleasure from Sinclair, his hands roaming over your body in search of more.

But just as you were lost in the heat of the moment, Sinclair gently stopped you, his voice low and husky with desire. "Can I take control this time, darling?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered his request.

A wicked grin spread across your lips as you nodded in agreement, eager to see what Sinclair had in store. "Of course, Clair," you replied, your voice thick with anticipation. "I'm all yours."

With a confident smile, Sinclair stood up, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. You eagerly clung to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. Each step was deliberate, as if he were savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

Gently placing you on the bed, Sinclair's hands moved with purpose as he began to undress you. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned your blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. His touch was electric, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body as he trailed his fingers along your skin.

Moving on to your jeans, Sinclair helped you slide them off, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by his intense gaze. As you lay there in just your bra and panties, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious, the mismatched lingerie a stark reminder of your insecurities.

But as Sinclair looked at you, his eyes filled with adoration and desire, all your doubts faded away. In his eyes, you were a goddess, a vision of beauty and perfection that left him breathless.

As he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and hungry against yours, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins. Sinclair's hands trailed along the waistband of your panties, teasing and tantalizing as he explored every inch of your body with a hunger that matched your own.

With each touch, each kiss, you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the world around you fading away as Sinclair ignited a fire within you that burned hotter than the sun. In that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in a symphony of passion and desire that knew no bounds.

As Sinclair whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his voice husky with desire, you surrendered yourself to him completely, knowing that in his arms, you were safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.

"You know, darling," Sinclair began, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, "I've always been fascinated by the intricacies of human desire and sexuality."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his typical segue into another of his rambling conversations. "Oh? And what exactly have you discovered in your studies?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes as you indulged him.

Sinclair's grin widened, his excitement palpable as he launched into his explanation. "Well, you see, it's all about the psychology of desire, the interplay of hormones and neurotransmitters, and the myriad ways in which humans express their carnal instincts."

You listened intently, amused by Sinclair's earnest enthusiasm for the topic. "And where did you learn all of this?" you asked, genuinely curious about the source of his knowledge.

With a proud grin, Sinclair confessed, "From my extensive collection of sex magazines, of course!"

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement as Sinclair continued to ramble on about the intricacies of human desire and sexuality. His enthusiasm was endearing, if not a little overwhelming at times. As you reached to undo his belt, Sinclair's voice faltered for a moment, his attention momentarily diverted by your playful actions.

With a playful grin, you teased him, "I think I'll have to conduct my own research to verify your findings, Mr. Bryant. "

Sinclair chuckled, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra as he tried to keep up with your teasing banter. Finally managing to undo it, he watched with a mixture of awe and desire as you slipped out of the straps, revealing your breasts to him.

His brown eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he was speechless, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions.

But then, with a hungry look in his eyes, Sinclair finally fell silent as he leaned in to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped in pleasure, arching your back as he suckled gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Moaning softly, you tangled your fingers in his blond hair, urging him closer as he lavished attention on your sensitive flesh. Sinclair's touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

As Sinclair lavished attention on your sensitive flesh, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you couldn't help but moan softly, your breath hitching with each flick of his tongue. His blond hair tickled your skin as he continued his ministrations, his mouth hot against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, you let out a low whimper, your fingers digging into Sinclair's scalp as you urged him closer. His baritone voice whispered sinful promises against your skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins.

As Sinclair's hands roamed over your body, his touch ignited a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. You arched your back, pressing your body closer to his, desperate for more of his intoxicating touch.

With a hunger that matched your own, Sinclair explored every inch of your body, his lips trailing down your torso as he worshipped you with a reverence that left you breathless. Each kiss, each caress, sent bolts of pleasure racing through you, building the tension to an unbearable crescendo.

As his lips closed around your other nipple, sucking and teasing with expert precision, you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips. Sinclair's touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

With trembling hands, you reached for the waistband of his pants, eager to return the favor and drive him to the brink of ecstasy. As you teased the fabric, Sinclair let out a low growl of desire, his hips bucking against your touch as he urged you on.

With a wicked grin, you slipped your hand beneath his boxers, feeling the hardness of his arousal against your palm. Sinclair gasped in pleasure, his breath hot against your skin as you stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of him in your hand.

But Sinclair held your wrist gently, his touch a silent plea for you to pause. As he stood up, he released your hand and began to remove his pants and underwear, kicking them aside with practiced ease. You followed suit, shedding your underwear and tossing them aside as Sinclair returned to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

Settling back onto the bed, Sinclair reached for you, pulling you close as he began to speak. His voice was a soothing rumble, a comforting presence in the midst of your swirling emotions.

"Thank you for being with me, darling," he began, his voice soft and sincere. "I don't know what I would do without you. You mean everything to me."

Confusion clouded your thoughts as you listened to his words. How could he be thanking you? You were nothing compared to him, a simple waitress with nothing to offer but your love.

Sinclair must have sensed your turmoil, for he reached out to gently wipe away the tears that streamed down your cheeks. "You are everything to me," he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness. "You've given me something I never thought I would find – true love."

His words struck you to the core, a wave of emotion washing over you as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his feelings. How could someone like Sinclair, with all his charm and intelligence, consider himself lucky to have you?

"I don't understand," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I don't deserve you, Sinclair."

But Sinclair shook his head, his eyes filled with conviction as he spoke. "No, darling, it's the other way around. I finally found someone who loves me for who I am, not for what I have."

Tears continued to flow freely down your cheeks as you listened to his heartfelt words. In that moment, you felt overwhelmed by the magnitude of his love, humbled by his unwavering devotion to you.

Sinclair reached out to cup your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Please don't cry, my love," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "You are everything to me, and I am grateful for every moment we share together."

His words were like a balm to your wounded soul, soothing the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you for so long. In Sinclair's arms, you felt safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.

With a trembling smile, you leaned in to kiss him, pouring all your love and gratitude into the tender gesture. In that moment, there were no doubts, no fears – only the overwhelming certainty that you were exactly where you were meant to be, in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself.

[strangesthirdeye]

Severus: What would you like to do today, love?

Y/n: Let's go to the woods, sacrifice someone, and dance around a fire naked in the moonlight. I am a witch you know.

Severus: you're fucking creepy, Y/n.. i love you

[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.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

omg those AI images of Alan and your OC are so cool! How do you create them? Is there a particular AI image generator you recommend and do you have any tips?

Hey, first of all thank you. I just found it today too. It’s called bing image creator. I had to sign up with my Microsoft account and then had like 15 Lightning bolts which apparently generates your images faster. But after you have used all of them you can still generate some it only takes longer. Your “boosts” reset after a week.

This ai is powered by Dall e 3. I don’t know about you guys but when I use open AI to generate pictures I only can use Dall e 1 so I’m really happy that I found this today.

So for the prompts for Snape I just said that it should give me an image of Alan rickman as Severus Snape and it worked. Bevor I just said Snape and it looked nothing like Alan so maybe it used the book as reference. After that I described the oc and the background. I found the more in detail you say what you want to see the better the images.

For the one with Alan and the girl in the field I tried using Alan rickman as colonel Brandon (that’s how I imagine him in my fic “The new lady at Downton Abbey”) but it did not work quite as right after that I put Alan rickman in the style of 1915 and that worked better. So basically trial and error.

Sometimes when I put a prompt with many celebrities it said that I am violating the guidelines. Haven’t read them so I’m a bit confused there but after deleting some of my sentence it worked fine again. Also I tried to do some Pedro pascal images it didn’t work.

That’s what I found out today. Have fun trying it yourself;)

For those that would like to read the fic:

[elysiamus]

Has anyone read this yet? I’m not far along in it yet but so far it’s good! I mean, it’s just his diary but it’s very interesting nonetheless. 🍂

[turvi]

What a Man

Severus Snape x Reader

You didn't mean to fall this deep in love. When you first saw Severus you thought this was going to turn out like another teenage crush where you could only enjoy the view and make scenarios of your wedding while you picked a wedding dress according to the personality of your crush and choose the children's names and move on as soon as you saw him holding hands with another girl and cry like he betrayed you.

No Severus was different, he surprised you in a good way. Before you saw Severus you heard of him. You heard he was cold, mean, and sarcastic. When you first met him you had the ill fortune of meeting him in his beloved class. Potions. He would keep rolling his eyes at your bad jokes and continue to ignore you and judge your potion-making skills.

Gradually with time Severus softened and was impressed with your potion-making skills and your ability to make bad jokes that made his dull life bright. You always liked Severus but never knew when you fell in love with him. One day you were just joking and making him laugh and the next thing you know you want to hold him and spend your life with him.

Lo and Behold you were Mrs. Snape as soon as you graduated. After spending a week on honeymoon your friends decided to treat you to lunch. Severus was at home making dinner. You entered the door calling out to your dear husband.

"Honey I am home"

"I'm in the kitchen" he responded. You walked towards the kitchen and the view in front of her was hot. Severus was making dinner, and he had tied his hair in a bun, he was wearing his white shirt with its first few buttons open giving you a view of his chest.

You took a deep breath and thought to yourself "dammit he gets hotter as he ages. What he eats children for breakfast?"

Severus smirked as he closed the lid on the pan. "No love, it's your loving that makes me look hot"

You rolled your eyes "you are reading my mind again Sev?"

"I couldn't help they are so loud. And you were practically drooling at my look so I am flattered really"

You got closer to him smirking and planted kisses all over his face. He groaned and switched off the gas.

"Why did you switch off the gas?"

"All of a sudden some other parts of my body need your attention," he said huskily and you yelped as he threw you over his shoulder. You giggled as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

As he laid you on the bed he was about to open his bun when you interrupted "no please let it stay, I like it"

He groaned and crawled on top of you "hmm, my darling wants a change in role? She wants to pull my hair?"

You only giggled. By now your mind was fuzzy because your husband keeps surprising you every day. You thanked your younger self every day for being so patient and loving to him because the Severus in front of you did not entirely change or heal but he is more loving and soft to you. And that is all that matters.

A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. Anyways REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED.