#rickmas2023

[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.

[lilkrabss]

I just think he's neat 🥹

[snowblossomreads]

Day 4: Sharing

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Severus is reminded that it's almost the first Christmas he and [Y/n] will be sharing and he goes to try and make it special

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: And in something totally different once again! Here is a short little fluffy fluff about Snape and his almost first Christmas with his beloved [Y/n]. (See @deepperplexity i do know how to use the prompts in non unhinged ways are u proud of me 🤣🤣?)

The streets of Hogsmeade was filled with the bustling crowds of witches and wizards doing their holiday shopping as Christmas rapidly approached meaning that people were in a tizzy trying to purchase gifts for their loved ones.

And of course a treat for themselves.

Cheer and glee were on the faces of almost all of those who were bustling about spreading warmth in the cold air with just their attitude. All except one person named Severus Snape, who seemed to have had enough of people bumping into him as he tried to maneuver his way as swiftly as possible away from the crowd.

He should have known when he went out looking for a present for [Y/n] that he would face the tiring challenge of people. Yet he had been so caught up with preparing for the coming semester and his own experimentations that he had lost tracked of time.

And when she had brightly told him that she was excited that they would be sharing their first Christmas together in only a few days he realized he had proverbially dropped the ball.

On the outside he was his calm and collected self, agreeing with her as he was truly looking forward to sharing the holiday with someone other than himself. There was a small part of him that hated to admit that it in the past it was a bit lonely seeing all the people merrily celebrating.

Even when the Hogwarts staff tried to romp him in to their holiday shenanigans he was quick to get away not at all wanting to be invested in whatever they were up to. It was a way of punishing himself, as someone like him didn't deserve to have fun. Didn't deserve to have happy things because of what he had done and what he had caused.

[Y/n] though was having none of it when she came into his life. And he was grateful for it.

But he digressed.

That was on the outside, calm and collected as he usually seemed now and days. On the inside though he was quickly listing the things that he knew she adored and began to make a plan.

Oh yes, he would do his best to make sure the first Christmas they spent together was as lovely as his [Y/n].

First was to her favorite bakery where he was unsurprisingly met with a large line of people queuing up and waiting for their turn as it seemed that everyone had the idea to come at the same time.

An annoyance absolutely, but at least no one dared to talk to him while they were in line as he glared at anyone who seemed to want to make conversation. 20 minutes had passed and he had secured her favourite treats which included some pumpkin pasties that had extra holiday flavour in them as he had been told.

He had no idea what that meant.

A few cinnamon rolls that were topped with an abundance of sweet cream and a few more savory mini pastries that he knew she fancied.

Next was a trinket store, that she always gazed at when they walked passed though she never went in, only saying she didn't need more knick nacks laying around.

Well it was Christmas and what was wrong with a few more especially if the were useful and brought her joy.

So he went in expecting to find nothing yet he ended up coming out with a set of colour changing ink and quill, a trinket box for her little collection of rings and earrings in that played music while opened and also could sort the items for her. That aspect he found interesting thinking about what charm was placed on it to get it to do so.

And also he may have bought some dusty looking spellbook that he had never seen before which intrigued him along with self labeling potion bottle that showed what ingredients were in it.

Huh who knew that shop had so many things.

Pleased with his purchases he barreled his way through the crowd ready to finally be at home exhausted from all the pushy witches and wizard. Walking quickly to an alley way off the beaten streets of the village he took inventory of what he had making sure nothing was crushed or missing. Once he made sure everything was where he wanted, he apparated silently back home where [Y/n] was sitting in his wingback chair reading.

Well, that was until he suddenly apparated into the middle of the sitting room.

"Severus Snape! Merlin's beard!" she shrieked almost tumbling out of the chair being startled half to death by him. "I thought you told me no one can apparate in and out of the house? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

His lips turned upward in a smirk at her words as he watched her get up from her seat and stalk up to him with a small pout.

"Hm yes I do remember telling you that," he answered matter of factly, leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead causing her to grumble, "though I may have left off that I'm the exception. I did live here for years after all."

Pressing his lips against her forehead in a chaste kiss, he moved down and kissed her nose, before hovering over her lips waiting for her to move.

"You're the worse you know that," she mumbled shaking her head before closing the distance and kissing him showing him that she wasn't angry just startled.

"Mhm."

He kissed her softly before moving to her cheek and kissing her there making her giggle as he pulled away.

"Your lips are so cold darling here go put all those bags away," she started pausing only when she saw the amount of bags and being yet again surprised. He said he was going out potion ingredient shopping and from the looks of it he had bought the whole stock of them. "And I'm sure it'll take you a while Severus did you go on a shopping spree without me?! Oh never mind I'll make us some tea it should be done by the time you've sorted it all out!"

Without another word she was off leaving Severus with a pile of bags not even suspecting that most of the things were for her.

When she had come back out of the kitchen tea floating behind her she was surprised once more when she found a plate full of her favorite snacks sitting on the little table in between her chair and Severus'.

He had paid her no mind when she had come back, acting as if he was reading the new book her had purchased yet he was keenly aware of her presences. It was only when she had sat the tea down did she take a look at all the snacks that were waiting for them.

"Severus?" His name came out shyly as she wandered to his side making him put his book down and turn to look at her.

"Did you buy all of those for me?"

Her eyes twinkled in the warmly lit room and he nodded.

"Mhm I passed by the bakery you always go to and decided to stop by," he answered coolly as if he hadn't been squished in the shop when he got in. "Hopefully this is a good festive start to our almost first Christmas together?"

Grinning at him, [Y/n] leaned over the arm of his chair to plant a kiss on his cheek overwhelmed with excitement as she skipped over to her own seat. Plopping down she poured them both some tea and happily partook in one of the pasties groaning happily at spiced pumpkin filling.

"It's an excellent start darling," she beamed. "Thank you!"

A rare smile, well not so rare for her, appeared on Severus' lips at how happy she looked as she bit into the treat and he felt as happy as she looked at the thought of the cheer to come. It was nice to share such a time with her thought before going back to his book and relaxing in the ambience of the warm room and his warm love.

A/N: see i am capable of using the prompts normally! see you guys on day 7 prompts! (she's taking a little break to avoid writing angst 😌)

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

December 19: Hope

Severus Snape x Reader

Severus was left comatose by Nagini's attack. You've been by his side ever since. Holding out hope he would come back to you.

(We've been drowning in fluff. Here's a touch of angst for day 19 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas 2023.

It had been eight months. Eight months since you’d found Severus’s body in the boathouse, since you had found the faintest traces of life still clinging to him. Eight months since the healers at St Mungo’s had declared that he was in a deep coma, from which they couldn’t wake him. You had visited him every day, many times falling asleep in the chair by his bed in the middle of the night. The healers had long since become used to your presence. They didn’t ask you to leave anymore when visiting hours were over. Those times when you were away from his side, you were helping Harry to clear his name. It had not been easy. While few were willing to argue with the young hero of the Wizarding world, making them truly believe that Severus Snape was truly a hero took some pushing. But you had done it.

December 19th. Over eight months. The hour was late, and you were by his bedside as always. You had put some holly garlands up around the room. It was believed that holly offered protection against dark magic. You had even whispered to the holly as you set some on the table by his bed, “Please bring him back to me.”

You were sat in a char besides his bed, as you were every night, reading out loud from another book. You knew Severus had a secret liking for muggle classics, it was something you shared. You heard the door open quietly and turned to see Zelah, one of the healers, enter the room with a cup in her hands. “Thought you could benefit from some tea, dear.” She said, setting the cup on the bedside table. You smiled, tiredly, and thanked her. You and Zelah had built a friendship over the months, “How are you fairing?” She asked. “I don’t know.” You answered, rubbing at your tired eyes, “I’m scared.” You couldn’t voice your deepest fears, that he wouldn’t ever wake up, saying that out loud felt like manifesting it into existence. Just the thought of it made your insides churn and heart ache with pain so sharp you wanted to scream. Zelah put her hand on your shoulder, “You have to hold onto hope. We still don’t know how he survived. Something’s keeping him holding onto life. You can’t loose hope. I know he can feel you here and something tells me it’s helping.” She gave your shoulder a squeeze, “I have to do my rounds. I’ll check in later.” “Thank you, Zelah.”

After she left, you put the book down, eyes too tired to read anymore. Leaning forward, you took Severus’s hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his fingers before settling your joined hands back on the bed. “I will never give up on you, Severus.” You said, your voice cracking with gathering tears, “And you have fought so hard. But I need you to win one more fight. I need you to wake up. I need you to come back to me. We’re finally free, Sev. We can make a life now, we can go home. And I’m not going home without you. So you have to wake up.” Tears were slipping down your face. Things would not end like this. Not after everything he’d been through, after everything you’d been through together. You laid your head down next to his hand, your eyes drooping. Almost asleep when you felt it. Severus’s fingers tightening around yours.

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Hope who reads this enjoys it! I have some nice fluff and comfort due for Severus tomorrow, but I had to do this one.

[taraprince]

dreamy☁️

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a/n : this is part 2 of fumes, SORRYYYY FOR TAKING SO LONG i only get a burst of motivation like once a month. alsooo THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE?? over 600 notes is crayyy <33 i apologize in advance for 1. if this doesn’t match the storyline exactly, i literally cannot bring myself to read my own work so i might have forgotten some things and 2. if my smut is absolutely treacherous I WARNED YOU

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you woke up groggily, feeling more comfortable and refreshed than you usually did, which wasn’t saying a whole lot considering half the time you napped on your desk and woke up to half your face covered in ink.

it took a minute to regain your senses, your eyes heavy and wandering the familiar room of the potion masters private chambers. your heart skipped a little as the memories of last night crept back into your mind.

the way his tongue felt.. you wanted, no, needed more.

you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the large arms snaked around your waste. you blushed slightly as you tried to turn around and see him, but severus’ grip just tightened, making you immobile.

“sev…” your morning voice was gravelly, making you instantly flush with slight embarrassment.

you heard him take a deep breathe through his nose before answering. “good morning miss y/n.”

oh my fucking god.

hearing his morning voice made you lose all your remaining self respect. you inhaled sharply as you felt your heart do yet another skip, before dropping down to your cunt. you tensed slightly, beginning to notice the pool forming in your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing besides a large tshirt severus had lended you.

as if reflex, you wiggled around in his arms trying to make your embarrassingly wet cunt less apparent. you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything if he wasn’t ready yet.

he hummed softly, loosening his grip on your waist. you turned around to face him, taking in his appearance immediately. his disheveled hair sat perfectly, and his face was pink and slightly puffy from just waking up. his lips were soft and pink, looking more plush than usual. your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only feeding into your inner starvation.

you instinctively rubbed and squeezed your thighs together slightly, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye. as if he could hear your thoughts, he brought a hand up to your chin and brought your face closer to his, lips brushing just enough to tickle.

“i’m afraid we didn’t get to finish what we started last night..” he purred softly, almost a whisper. you inhale sharply, suddenly becoming aware of the poking feeling on your inner thigh.

“yes i suppose so..” you say, closing your eyes cringing slightly. you open your mouth to speak again, but cut yourself off, almost embarrassed to speak your thoughts. severus noticed this, of course.

“you can tell me anything, i promise you can trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, taking time to caress your cheek lovingly. you melted under his touch, living a fantasy. you almost forgot to respond, enjoying the comfort of his touch a bit too intensely.

“right.. um, well it’s just that- last night- i’m-“ you blushed, trying to find the right words as you squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, not liking how he never took his eyes off of you as you spoke.

“we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t wish to, i understand” he said cooly, and for a moment you thought you could see his face drop into one of disappointment, but he never was one to show much emotion for very long.

“no!!” you say, bringing your hands up to his shoulders for comfort and stability, to show him you were really in the moment i guess. “that’s.. that’s what i was trying to say. well- just that if you weren’t comfortable then- if you didn’t want to do anything-“

he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you thought you could almost feel a smile forming on his lips as they fit perfectly against your own. they moved in unison, like they were made for each other. you inhaled through your nose, sighing slightly and wrapping your arms the rest of the way around his shoulders.

after a few moments he pulled away, hand brushing through your hair as his eyes admired every bit of your face. traveling from your lips to your rosy cheeks, from your hair to your dazzling eyes. he too, was seemingly lost in the moment, not sure of what to say.

but sometimes it’s for the better that way, not having words to express yourself. words weren’t needed anymore, and not like anyone would’ve asked but if they did you would have confessed that you’d much rather give up words for just one more moment like this with him.

you silently made eye contact with him, both not wanting to break the silence or ruin the mood you had going. time seemed to sit still for ages until you finally felt his arms snake around your waist once more, this time pulling you with him as he flipped onto his back, resting you on top of him.

you blushed and stabilized yourself on his shoulders again, trying to keep your eyes to yourself but sneakily peeking at his body anyways.

he wasn’t very muscular, but his frame was thin and almost broad. his shoulders were wide and his torso looked as if it barely had enough skin to cover the lanky area. he was awfully pale, almost vampire-ish as you could see his veins through his light skin, traveling down his body. you brought your eyes back up to his, really taking the time to appreciate every crinkle and line on his face as he smiled softly up at you.

the silence remained as you took in a sharp breath and crashed your lips down onto his again. he let out a small sound of surprise but quickly took control despite being below you.

fingers intertwined in each others hair and tongues dancing with one anothers, it became apparent that both of you needed the same thing, and you wanted it as soon as you could get it.

pulling away again, you quickly bring your hands down to his boxers, palming at his obvious arousal and wetting your lips slightly. he groaned, hands finding yours and holding them.

“take them off” he shattered the silence with a careful whisper, sending shivers down your spine as he guided your hands with his to the waistband of his boxers.

you tugged them down just enough for his glazed cock to spring out, aching and begging for you to touch it. he grunted and shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them on the floor.

he was already breathing heavily as your hands lightly brushed over his throbbing erection. you smirked slightly, looking down at him as you finally wrapped your whole hand around his girth.

“severus, surely you can’t be this aroused already?” you tease, flicking your finger over the head and feeling the precum gush out.

he sucked in a breathe, trying his best to look indifferent. “clearly i am, ms. y/n, so there’s no reason to be asking a question as silly as that” his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, resting your bottom half just below his arousal.

getting the memo, you peeled your now soaked panties off and discarded them with his boxers on the floor, now leaving you in just his shirt, but you didn’t bother taking it off; the need to have him inside you right this very minute was too strong.

you shimmy yourself up so your positioned perfectly above his cock. you look down at him, making sure he was ready. before you could sink yourself down his hands gripped your sides and brought you down onto him, remaining in control still.

you moan loudly, taking in his length as it stretched you slightly, the feeling stinging and fulfilling. he groaned and sucked in a breathe through gritted teeth as his dick was clenched inside your warmness, immediately coated in your slick arousal.

you lay on his chest, taking in deep breathes of his scent as he brings yours hips back up, then back down onto him again. you both let out sounds of ecstasy and relief, finally getting the release you needed for so long.

yes, it was just last night you had made a move with each other but the sexual tension had been apparent for quite some time, yet neither of you knew the other felt it as well. now it was obvious you both felt it before as he continued to lift your hips up and bring them back down onto him, whispering little praises that he wasn’t even sure you’d be able to hear.

you felt his body tremble beneath you, and soon enough yours began to do the same. the way his hips jerked up to meet yours as they came down hit that spot inside of you just right, causing you to groan loudly and sink your nails into his torso.

he shuddered as sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the crisp chill of the dungeons, his movements becoming more rapid like he was chasing after something, desperately reaching out for release.

you moan loudly, bouncing on his dick and feeling wave after wave of ecstasy rush through your body, building up and causing a tight knot to form in your lower abdomen.

you shiver and shakily moan “s-severus i’m-“ but he just shushed you, groaning as you tightened around him.

you gasp loudly, nails scratching and clawing at his chest and your body arching up as you release all the pent up sex you had felt, your orgasm washing over you and taking you whole. you breathe heavily and shakily, collapsing on his chest in a cold sweat as he continued to chase his own orgasm, not slowing down his ravishing pace, bringing you up then down, up then down, up then down again until he suddenly groaned, releasing the sexiest sound you think you’d ever heard as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, holding you down as his own orgasm took over him.

you clenched around him as he painted your walls white, releasing everything inside you, not pulling out yet even when everything was settled down. he waited for his breathing to steady once again before lifting you back up and off of him.

there was a loud sucking noise as he pulled you off of him, both of your sexes tired and spent.

once again it felt like words weren’t needed, as if to speak meant to shatter the fragile air around you.

his large, cold arms snaked around you once again, holding you on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair.

“sever-“ you began, but he just shushed you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. he was peculiar that way, you guessed.but nonetheless you enjoyed the silence, even if it meant the exchange between the two of you may never be brought up again, perhaps it was for the better.

but you didn’t give it a second thought, instead drifting back to sleep on his chest and in his arms, the cold air around you seeming scorching on your skin as your mind wandered to other things, eventually becoming unconscious and calm, leaving room for nothing but contentment to fill either of your body’s.

perhaps when you wake up again you’d find that history tends to repeat itself, but one can only hope.

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can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue LMAOO anywayyssss thank you for reading!!!!! finally out of my drafts

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt 1. Chimney Soot [A1]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

A/N: IT'S THE FIRST OF DECEMBER AND RICKMAS2023 IS STARTING! 😍👏 We're kicking it off with our sweet Colonel Brandon - tbh it feels like a tradition to start with him now 😂👍 - and I'm so, so, so ready for this year's event to unfold. I have so many stories in my head I hope to write this year and there will be more longer fics (several parts) this year if all goes as planned too! IIIIIIIH I'M SO EXCITED!

Thank you for being here and know that no matter at what time you read my fics I always, always, always love to hear from my readers so even if you're here in 2027 don't hesitate to leave comments if you want to 🥰 I hope my writing shenanigans can spread some joy and warmth up until Christmas Eve and I am so THANKFUL to all who has messaged me through the year about being excited for this event - your encouragement means so much! THANK YOU! And let's get this show on the roa-, err, screen! 🤭❤

Tags/TW’s: Mentions [past lashings, past family trauma, lack of family], Hunger, Being Cold, Being lost in life, Old friendships, Being afraid/Feeling fear, “Want/Longing at first sight”, Hidden identity, Running away, Accidental embrace.

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

Word Count: 2.9k+

LINKTREE // AO3 // MASTERLIST

Snow flitted toward the ground; little lifeless flakes of frozen water droplets turned to crispy beauty. The first sign of the approach of true winter. You shivered and pulled your tattered cloak closer toward your body while the hem barely reached your ankles. The basket within your grasp was too heavy, the breaths you drew too cold.

Life would soon turn ruthless beyond compare for you. No home, no family, no sanctuary from the biting chill nor the clinging wetness of melting snow resting upon your shivering shoulders. Yet still, you walked on. The only one left in the world who would possibly offer help lived just beyond the hill you shakily climbed while the ground beneath your feet began to turn white.

Miss Mary had been a friend of your mother. The only one remaining after all the years of seclusion crafted by your father. He had always been a man of madness — of possessive rage, and harsh fists. Life, as you knew it, had always been cruel and unkind. From the moment you were able to hold a broom somewhat upright you’d been put to work by the man who created you and no protection had come from the woman who birthed you. May you burn in the fire pits of hell for all the years to come, you thought as you gripped the wicker basket with whitening knuckles.

The wind whipped your hair about, loosening it from both clips and bonnet alike. You lowered your gaze and trudged on, avoiding the flakes endeavouring to stab your eyes as you came to the top of the hill. You took no time to rest, merely following the road down toward the fork where you would take a left and hopefully within no time at all arrive at the estate. Please, please let Mary be there at this time…

The forking of the road came and went, your body turned nearly numb while the wind picked up all around. Then it appeared, like a fairytale castle nestled between old oaks and stretching walls of moss-covered stone. Light flickered in the windows, a warm glow calling out to stave off the encroaching night as the sun said its farewell and abandoned you.

Your feet felt like blocks of ice as you moved up the narrow stone steps at the back of the building, where servants entered the estate unseen by its owners and guests. You reached out and knocked, your frozen hand feeling the echo of the impact yet the numbness made you wonder if perhaps you’d merely graced the old wood.

The door opened a moment later, a wave of warmth from within flooding you for a second. “Yes?” said the older gentleman while holding a candle up to shed light upon your harrowed face. “Sir, I am Miss Y/n Y/l/n,” you began with a shake to your voice as you shivered profusely. “Does Miss Mary still hold a position in this household?” you enquired while raising your gaze toward the man who seemed somewhat friendly, there was no glare of distaste in his eyes at the very least. “Oh, she does, are you a friend of hers, Miss Y/l/n?” “My mother was, I do not know if she remembers me very well though.” “Well, step inside, Sir Brandon would be most unhappy about keeping a woman out in the cold while waiting,” the man continued and you scrunched your eyebrows, you were not sure who Sir Brandon was beyond being the owner of the estate and a colonel.

The man walked off in a quick stride while you stood just inside the door. You were too cold and wet for the warmth in the servants’ entrance hall to be of any real use to you so you kept shivering while remaining in your wet clothes which still had little flakes of snow stuck in the fibres.

“Goodness me,” a familiar voice said on a gasp. Miss Mary appeared in the doorway with her hand pressed against her chest in something you could only describe as shock. “Miss Mary,” you said with a quiver to your voice. “I’m sorry for appearing in such a manner, without an invitation nor a word of my arrival beforehand,” you continued quietly while you tried your utmost to hold on to the basket while your numb fingers ached with the prickling of needles as the warmth slowly began to thaw you. “Y/n, dear oh dear,” she whispered as she walked up to you, a sweet worry half visible in her features that had you sigh a deep breath of relief.

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When morning came you were warm and comfortable for the first time since early summer. You hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in months and the rest had done wonders even if your entire body still ached from the backbreaking work you had managed to procure in recent times.

You wasted no time getting up and dressed. Just as you secured your tattered bonnet a knock came from the door. You opened it only to find Miss Mary with a bundle of neatly folded clothes in her arms, a warm smile tinted with worry gracing her lips.

“These are for you, dear,” she said and stepped inside before you closed the door behind her. “Master Brandon is a fine gentleman and I spoke to him on your behalf, you now hold a position here at Delaford.” You blinked at her words, unable to fully grasp them, or the ease she spoke of her master with. You had yet to meet a kind master; your doubt of the man was not unfounded but not supported either.

“I have work? Here? With you?” you asked, dubious but also relieved beyond measure. Grateful for Miss Mary’s kindness. “Not with me, dear. I am one of five housemaids, I am sectioned to the upper west quarters. I have procured you work as a scullery maid, Cook is a strict woman but fair. She sees hard work and those who do their due diligence under her are rewarded thusly. You will also keep the main fireplace in order, sorting the coal and wood stocking, sweeping the ashes, and polishing the spark guard. Mrs Thatch is old of age and struggles with this task of her allocated quarters, hence it now falls to you,” Miss Mary said, rattling it all off with precision while moving about in your newly acquired room — tugging at the faded curtains, straightening a pillow. The familiarity with her mannerisms and speech was a comfort to you, remembering it from many years ago when you had been but a tiny child.

“Thank you, Miss Mary.” She nodded at you with her tight but kind smile. “Miss Mary,” she said quietly, “been many years since I was called that.” “Oh?” “It’s Mrs Garber now, Y/n. And, as I’m sure you are aware, you are below my station and hence will call me by that name from now on. I shall call you by your first name, as is practice.” You nodded at her words, they weren’t spoken harshly, just in a no-nonsense sort of way.

“Well, Mrs Garber, thank you for all of this. I will do my absolute best so you’re pleased and stay in good grace with the master.” “Oh, I do not doubt it. Now, change into your new clothes after you’ve bathed, you reek of street and dirt. We cannot have that.” You blushed deeply. “I shall do so instantly.” “The kitchen is to the left of where you entered yesterday, you will find your way to Cook on your own?” You nodded and smiled at the kind woman before she left the room with another smile aimed at you.

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Mrs Garber had been right. Cook was a strict woman, ruling her kitchen with a sense of urgency to everything. But you managed to keep up, managed to not be in the way while doing your tasks around the others flying about with spoons, pots, pans, chopping boards, and all types of food going from one part of the kitchen to another in a flurry.

You were putting back a giant pot you’d just scrubbed to an inch of its life — making the iron nearly shine in the dim light — when Cook told you to pay attention. It was first then you noticed the little bell to your right (one among many) was chiming gently. You wiped your hands, stowed away the rag, and grabbed one of the coal baskets before leaving the hectic kitchen behind. With the heavy basket in a tight grip you silently, stealthily, moved through the estate toward the main part where you’d order the fireplace as the little bell indicated needed doing.

The room was grand, with large pillars lining the walls in stony white and shining floors reflecting the warm glow of the chandelier high above. You did your best to keep to the outskirts, blending in as well as you could with the environment despite there not being anyone in the room. You picked up the pace, sat the heavy basket by the fireplace, and got to work clearing out the old ashes after placing a sheet beneath to protect the flooring.

After emptying everything, sweeping the last bit of dust out, and wiping the grills you leaned in to inspect the stone — making sure there was nothing left — only to look up and see a whole clogging of soot just beyond reach from your seated position. Oh, fabulous… That’ll take me up the chimney to clean. You sighed deeply and grabbed the poker next to the fireplace before crawling inside the fireplace to reach the clogging. T his hasn’t been cleaned in ages.

You squinted, aiming for the clog, only to halt mid-motion. You grabbed your handkerchief and tied it around your face to not inhale whatever was about to come down on you. You grabbed the poker anew, aimed, and jabbed at the nearly rock-hard piece. It took three hard jabs before you broke through the exterior and the heavens rained down soot and ashes atop you.

You didn’t have time to turn away, to back out of the tight space, or even cover your face before you were covered in grey and black. Glorious, perfect, now I’ll be dragging dust and soot all through the house! Mrs Garber will be scolded for making the master hire such a travesty for a scullery maid. I’ll be out on the streets again… Your thoughts swirled while your eyes watered as you kept working on clearing the clogging, you were already a complete mess of chimney soot either way, why not spare the others the suffering if you were already to be scolded for messing up the newly swabbed floors. Your hand fisted, but you resisted the urge to hit the hard surface around you in the tight space, breaking your hand would do nobody any good.

“I believed Santa Claus to be a red-dressed man,” came the most delicious, gravely voice. It echoed all around you in the tight space as your entire body froze. “It seems, I was mistaken,” the man continued and it sounded as if he were even closer. You looked down only to see the most handsome face peering up at you from below.

Your eyes widened, your mouth agape under the handkerchief as you took in the sweet smile, the flowy hair, the hooked nose and gentle eyes. “You are not the mysterious man of Christmas, are you, miss?” he asked and your knees trembled in secret — hidden behind your drab dress that used to be white with a black apron, it was now all grey. You managed to shake your head though, and he chuckled. The sweetest sound ever to grace your ears, amplified by the echo of the chimney you stood in.

“Miss, I believe this is the work of a chimney man, a sweeper.” “I-, I-, Sir, it was clogged,” you managed to say, even if it came out muffled. “I was cleaning the hearth, saw the clog and thought I ought to take care of it. It’s-, it’s a fire hazard. I wouldn’t-, wouldn’t want the grand colonel’s house to burn down, Sir.” “The colonel?” he asked, tilting his head, or, well, he tilted his head further — how was he even looking up at you? He must be bent most awkwardly. “Yes, Sir. The colonel who saw fit to hire even a scullery maid such as I,” you said. “Mrs Garber professes him to be a most wonderful master. I’ve yet to meet the man, but I dare say I shan’t have such a pleasure after the mess I’ve caused… Sir,” you replied in a near ramble, flustered by how the man peered at you most gently. Sweeter on the eyes than any man you’d ever witnessed before. The red coat with golden details you could just hint from his shoulder complimented his skin, his hooked nose was oddly beautiful paired with his strong cheekbones and thin lips.

“A wonderful master, you say, miss?” “Yes, Sir. Mrs Garber told me so.” “Will you step out of the chimney, this position hardly warrants for decent conversation, miss.” “S-sir, I am not one for you to hold decent conversations with, I’m merely a scullery maid.” He chuckled at that, again sending trembles through your already weak knees. “Miss, out of the chimney, if you please,” he said but his voice was gentle and calm, almost a hint of something warm to it. “We shall order a sweeper to visit, you ought not feel the need to take on such a task.”

The man disappeared from the chimney, making you realise his head had been right by those trembling legs of yours, far too close for decency but that was due to the lack of space of course. You drew a steadying breath and began to crouch, backing out of the fireplace with minuscule motions so as not to make the dust flare up. Your foot found the edge of the raised stone and you tried not to turn around too quickly even if your heart hammered at the prospect of seeing the gentleman fully.

You stood up too quickly. Your head banged the edge of the mantel, your other foot stepped right on the edge of the plateau, your trembling knees wobbled and you stumbled out onto to polished floor — your arms flailing, your dress swirling while spreading dust all over. No, no, no! You headed toward the floor in a dusty mess when the man caught you up, his strong body firmly pressed against yours as he took your weight with ease, not even faltering a single step at the sudden impact.

His hands squeezed around your waist, the warmth of his skin penetrating the two layers of fabric almost instantly while a tingle, unlike any other, shot through you. Your hands had grabbed his biceps, strong and unyielding beneath your palms. You blinked rapidly to clear the soot from your lashes while tilting your head only to find him peering down at you with those gentle eyes — a curiosity within them.

“Sir, I’m terribly sorry,” you exhaled shakily as he helped you straighten. Your eyes flickered away from him only to find a literal imprint of dust over his front, outlining you. “I’m terribly, terribly, terribly sorry,” you rushed out in a mere breath as you backed away from him, bowed and your eyes on the polished boots he wore. “Miss, are you well?” he asked while taking a step toward you. “Oh, I’ve made a mess of you, Sir,” you whispered while thoughts of being back out on the street swam through your head in a sea of fear and worry. Surely, the colonel will cast me out, making a mess of a guest of his. A guest so kind and sweet to boot too.

“The floors!” came a shrill old voice from behind you. “Maid! What have you done to the floo— And the colonel! ” the voice shrieked. Your eyes widened, your entire body draining of the warmth his gentle eyes and thunderously gravely voice had inflected upon it. The colonel? You wished to curl up right then and there, to disappear completely. “I’m-, I’m-, I’m so terribly sorry, Sir-, Colonel,” you squeaked, desperate to keep your tears from running down your soot-covered cheeks. It was useless. The clicking of servant heels from behind you, the nearly scrutinizing eyes from the man before you, the shaking of your shoulders, and the lack of breath in your lungs all had you in a vice grip of fear. Last time you left a stain on polished floors you’d endured four lashings over your naked hands. Hands you were now gripping tightly before you, wringing them and spreading the now moist soot all over them.

You couldn’t stay there. You had already made such a mess, made a fool of yourself, and created problems for the very man who employed you — probably out of pity, or worse because Mrs Garber stuck out her neck for you. You did the only thing you could do. You bowed as deep as your body would allow and just as the other servant with the shrill voice reached your side you bolted — spreading dust all around while running towards the kitchens to get to your room where you’d change into your own clothes and leave before any lashing could be given.

“Miss!” came that thunderous voice. “Miss, wait!” he called in a rush that managed to stroke your spine, within your skin. The most pleasurable sound you’d ever heard came from the man who employed you and whose clothes and floors you had just darkened with chimney soot and ashes — as if you were tarnishing the man himself with your very presence in his grand estate.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: THE FIRST FIC OF RICKMAS2023! 😍👏 Oh I hope you enjoyed this little introduction to this yeas event - as you've probably noticed I am using a system of numbers and letters to make it easier to find which fics that belong to each other this year, I hope it'll be of help as I have hopes for doing several longer fics with several parts this year.

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Rickmas 2023: Day 6. Out of Care | Snape & Eileen

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Christmas was a time for family, so everyone said, but to Severus that only meant misery. Quiet, tense dinners in the Snape household were the norm; it was no different on Christmas Day, except with even heavier drinking from his father and maybe the odd card from a distant relative Severus had never met.

But there was one thing he loved about Christmas. Every Christmas Eve, his father spent the day at the pub with his mates for a “boys Christmas,” and his mother took him to the Christmas Market in Diagon Alley.

It was the one day a year that Severus got to go to Diagon Alley as a child. He and his mother would wander the streets, looking at the trinkets on sale that they could never afford, smelling the food and drink on offer, and some years Eileen even managed to save up enough spare change to buy Severus a treat.

He also got to visit the shops, to look in wonder at the apothecary and the bookshop. Severus was forbidden to go down Knockturn Alley, but that just made it all the more enticing, and Eileen more than once turned around to find him gone, running after him only to find him talking to some cloaked figure down the forbidden alleyway.

At Hogwarts, Severus learned enough of potions and magic to offer an under the table potion brewing service at school, and he saved every knut of it for Christmas time. For years Eileen had been saving to buy her son a cinnamon-dusted hot chocolate at the Christmas Market every year, but now he was finally able to buy one for her. He treated her to sweets too, and a gift, and she begged that it was too much for a son to treat his mother, but his stubbornness won out and for once in her life Eileen Snape smiled.

When Severus brewed his first successful Amortentia, it smelled like the old books of the library, a vanilla blancmanche, and cinnamon-dusted hot chocolate. He made a fortune selling love potions that year, especially with the school’s winter ball coming up, and for once he was looking forward to going home, because he would finally be able to treat his mother as she deserved.

It was only two days before the Hogwarts Express would take him home that Professor Slughorn pulled Severus aside after Potions class and delivered him the news that his mother had been found dead in her home, the muggle police were treating it as suspicious, his father was nowhere to be found and did he have somewhere else to go for the holidays or would he like to stay in the castle?

Although between a castle empty of Marauders and a home with his father he’d prefer the former, he had every year previous chosen the latter for the sake of his mother. He couldn’t bear the thought of her alone with Tobias at Christmas when he was at his drunkest, and he didn’t want to miss out on treating her at the Christmas Market.

But there was nothing to go back to now. Christmas was family, and as far as Severus was concerned, his family consisted of himself and his mother - and now, with her gone, he was alone.

 When he told Lily why he wasn’t coming home for Christmas, she showed him pity and sorrow, and though he would have said yes in an instant the invitation to spend Christmas with the Evanses was never extended.

And so Severus opted to stay at Hogwarts. For two weeks the castle was almost empty, save for him, one Slytherin girl a year above him, and two first-year Ravenclaws. There was a peacefulness to it - no Potter lurking around the corner to ambush him, no giggling girls gossiping in the library, no boisterous Gryffindors running down the corridors. It was everything Severus had dreamed of at school.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. He didn’t care for Christmas anymore. The one spark of joy that it had brought - that one trip a year with his mother - was gone with her, and he felt empty in the moments he was too exhausted to feel angry.

On Christmas Eve, Severus got out of bed only because his stomach had begun to growl at him for not eating for three days straight. He pulled back the curtain of his bed and turned towards the bedside table to retrieve his wand… and almost knocked over a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

He paused, his hand frozen in mid-reach for his wand. He looked around the room, as if someone would step out of the shadows and reveal their mysterious hot chocolate ways. But he was alone, just as he had been since the end of term.

He picked up his wand and cast charms on the mug, but he found no evidence of magic other than a warming spell to stop it getting cold.

The mug even looked the same as the ones from the market stall. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, it was the same one as from the market stall. The smell was unmistakable, the colour, even the way the cinnamon was sprinkled on top in the shape of a Christmas tree.

Severus picked up the mug and cautiously took a sip. It was the same!

On the table beneath where the mug had sat was a slip of parchment. In unfamiliar handwriting, it said:

Severus - Keep her alive.

That was it. No signature, no clue of who his mysterious benefactor was.

Keep her alive. That was what the note said. His mystery barista had only one message for him, one they felt the need to deliver anonymously, and he hoped they weren’t watching him now to see the tears falling down his face.

Whoever they were, they were right. He had to keep her alive. She was half of him, and he owed her everything. Next year he would go to the market, and he would have the hot chocolate with cinnamon, and he would remember her.

But he still never really cared for Christmas.

[missmeasured]

Merry Rickmas everybody! I’d like to throw this in, even though I’m late for the prompt. Under the category of Restless Waiting I have a Hans Gruber/Reader smut for y’all.

You are a new lawyer who is being blackmailed by Hans Gruber and forced to work for him in the weeks leading up to his heist. Temporarily living together in a penthouse apartment that faces the Nakatomi Tower, you sometimes forget he’s a criminal. He prefers to remind you.

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2300 | Pairing: Hans Gruber/ You (Reader has breasts and a vagina)

Content Warning Tags: Blackmail, shoplifting, Heist planning, Non consensual touching, Fingering, Vaginal Sex

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Restless Waiting - Rickmas 2023 - Hans Gruber

You had gotten used to being woken in the night with his requests. Working for Hans, living in this apartment while he worked on his plan, was an all hours kind of job. However, normally it was a sharp knock that stirred you, this time you did not wake at the soft opening of the door, or the lifting of the covers, but jolted into alertness as the weight settled into your bed.

“Sir?” You ask in a panic, please God let it be him and not some intruder.

“I require your assistance,” he used his normal answer and yet as he slunk across your bed the normalcy of the answer seemed not to matter.

“I’ll get some clothes,” you begin and try to leave from the other side, but his hands take your hips, clad only in some cotton underwear, and pull them back toward his own.

“That won’t be necessary. You are perfect as you are.” He answers calmly. Then his fingers start tracing patterns across the flesh of your shoulder blades above your camisole and you shiver to think what assistance he is asking for tonight.

You knew he was not a good man, in the moral way. He was not opposed to using violence to get what he wants. You yourself are here because he is blackmailing you. You would lose your law career if he told on you about your prolific shoplifting spree you went on after a bout of depression at the end of law school. How he knew about it, you were not sure. You had changed your name since then, covered your tracks as best you could. Yet the evidence remained, and with his folder of evidence your employers would also have no difficulty connecting the dots.

The fingers of a not morally good man swirling around the skin on one’s back, were complicated. On one hand, you were not an idiot, men like him often take what they want in this way. So your body tensed, too aware of being prey, all the nights you had slumbered here unmolested had lulled you into a false sense of security perhaps. On the other hand, he was a handsome man. Quite charming. Too many times you had felt yourself forget that he was a criminal, who was blackmailing you into helping him dot the i’s and cross the t’s on his plan. He planned on killing. You knew all of this explicitly and still there were moments.

Mornings of sharing cups of coffee, when he was not questioning you about the legal intricacies of different foreign bank accounts or corporate documents, sometimes he would just ask you questions about yourself and really listen to the answer. In those conversations you felt yourself forget who he really was. You cursed the little butterflies in your stomach and squashed them with the remembrance that he was your blackmailer.

“What do you want, Hans?” You ask, you need to be clear about what is happening here. To know what to expect. Are you being asked to pay the blackmailer with your body now?

“It’s funny… my plan… it’s all coming to fruition and now… all this waiting. It makes me unsettled.” He answers. It is not an answer.

“And… how can I help?” You ask the dark, his hand begins slipping up and down your waist and over your hip, on its way back he lets it go under your camisole. Your breath hitches but the hand stays near your waist, he doesn't move to grope you.

“The holiday… it makes me feel… lonesome. Funny how your childhood has a way of rearing its ugly head when you think you are so big and impervious to it all. So I find myself… seeking your company.”

“Christmas… is a strange time for a lot of people.” You whisper back, unsure what to say.

“Take off this top. I want to draw on your whole back.” He instructs in a whisper. His fingertips swirl again, under your shirt now. To say no, and be told it was mandatory felt too uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of this as happening as part of your blackmail, so you lifted yourself up to slide out of the camisole without argument, telling yourself you wanted the handsome man to draw on your back anyway. You told yourself to pretend you had met him at a cafe. Come home with him of your own accord.

“So much…. Waiting… so much wanting… perhaps I am a child waiting for Saint Nicholas all over again. Only this time… I wait for a much bigger present. Freedom.” He muses as he maps out the planes of your bare back while you clutch the covers close to your chest. “Then again, I am sure you also… are restless… waiting for your own freedom. From me.”

“I was more restless in the beginning. Now I have accepted it. Just a few more days, and you’ll be somewhere in paradise and I’ll… go back to work,” you answer.

“Perhaps I shall send you a plane ticket… have you come so that I might do this in sun cream…” he muses.

“I’m sure there will be a lovely lady with a lovely back where you are going.” You try to shut this down, because just then your mind was too eager to jump at the chance. The idea of not working anymore was too pleasant. But you were too clever to jump at being the mistress of a criminal. You would live at his whim, feeling like he owned you. You would lose all the progress of your hard fought career, and what if one day he just called it off? Better not to dream at all.

“I’ve grown quite fond of you, this month.” His lips seem too close to your ear. “My clever girl. So helpful.”

“You are a very charming blackmailer.” You answer in a whisper, too excited about the change in his tone, the weight of his pressing hands, and how one has gone back to your waist and made the pilgrimage over your hip and down your thigh.

“Charming?” He did that laugh where he made a single grunt of chuckle in his throat and pushed air through his nose, it tickled your neck. “Charming enough… to ask for more? I confess, I came in here thinking if I can blackmail you to work for me, I can blackmail you to snuggle away the Christmas woe, the relentless waiting, and yet… I do confess I want more. But… I don’t want your body as blackmail. You’d have to give it of your own free will.” His fingers swirled over the fronts of your thighs, sending wanting to your core in their wake.

You did not know what to say, but the more his fingers made swirls of goosebumps as if they were the winter wind inside the warmth of your covers, the harder it was not to show your arousal inside your breath.

“Well… can I have my pretty lawyer for Christmas?” He was impatient, waiting for your answer, his fingers so close to touching your panties you were aching with the need of it. His beard scratched against your bare back, he was kissing you softly there between your shoulder blades.

“Yes.” You whispered. He ended your waiting, immediately. He cupped your sex and pulled you tighter against him, suddenly his hard cock pressed against you. Had it been there behind you the whole time, pointing, reaching, not touching?

You moaned. You were letting him, your blackmailer, do this to you. Where were your senses? His beard scratched you while his lips clamped down to suck on your neck. Pain twisting with pleasure, like what you should do, and should not do. You should not be excited by the man who has threatened your livelihood, not yearn for the stiffness that pressed against your ass.

His fingers wormed under your panties, feeling for your entrance and finding it quickly. He laughs into your ear from behind. “I didn’t know I was this charming,” he teases. “So wet…” he pushes in with two fingers, making you cry out. “Tell me… did your pussy get this wet when you were stealing?” He was bringing up a dark time, a bad memory, twisting it with your pleasure. There was no fighting how good his fingers felt inside you. “That’s why I chose you, you know. My little thief. I know that you know… the rush I am chasing.”

Your response was only sounds, wanton, craving sounds while he talked and plunged his fingers in and out, with every pass of them you felt yourself dripping around them, almost embarrassed by how eager your body was for him. “You try to be such a good girl now. Different name.. revised history… but I think helping me steal all this money…. Turns you on. I think you are excited.” He ground his excitement into you and you clenched around his fingers thinking about having it inside you.

He stopped, withdrew, and tossed back the covers, plunging you into the chilly night air. He sat up, pulled you over onto your back, eyes feasting on your breasts. “I’ve been wondering what’s under your clothes… what a beautiful canvas to shoplift on. I bet these nipples looked so pretty under stolen lace. I bet this…” He put his hand down to her core again and brushed a thumb over her mound “left lovely silky wetness right in the middle of every stolen pair of panties.” He hooked his fingers in and stole your last bit of clothing.

In the moonlight you saw he had on an open button down shirt on and a pair of navy blue boxers that tented in the middle. He saw you look, and smirked as he pulled the length from below the waistband, letting it go above, an eager rock hardness, bobbing up and down as he let the thing swing. He looked so good, so handsome, and partly undressed, that beautiful cock the cherry on top, you opened your legs for him.

He knelt between your legs and guided the tip into your folds, slipping it up and down, lubing himself in your excitement. Every time he rubbed your clit with it you couldn’t help but moan for him, making you sound whoreishly eager for his coming penetration. But you liked it when he smirked at your noises.

He lined up the tip and nestled it into your opening. He raised and lowered his hips with maddening slowness, easing the length of it inside you tiny bit by tiny bit, relishing in your gasps, your hips lifting, trying to take more of him than he would allow at once. “You are… a very…mmmm… good Christmas gift… my little thief… you are…. So wet… “ He slowly said while he fucked himself into you with such erotic slowness you thought you would explode when it reached his full girth.

“I bet when I’m long gone with all my money you will touch yourself to these memories. At your boring job. Your pussy will be throbbing around your fingers when you think about helping me steal all that money…” He told you, and you knew he was right. You had been enjoying helping him.

You were so swollen, so needy, every pass of his cock was scratching a desperate itch. You didn’t even know you needed it. Had wanted it. He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back, crunching your body up under him as he began fucking you faster. He must have sensed you were about to come, because he slowed to a stop with a mischievous look. “Let me catch up with you, naughty girl.” You moan at his teasing, as he goes slow again with a maddening rhythm .

“I like this.” He sighed over your face as casually fucks you, letting you stay on the edge. “Respectable girl with bad girl past still likes being fucked like a naughty girl, doesn’t she? Because that’s who you are… inside.” He has pegged you with deadly accuracy. It seems to give him pleasure to have caught out the truth about you. He speeds up again.

He’s too right, you haven’t felt so alive in months, and no man has felt as good inside you as this criminal mastermind does. It all washes over you. The feelings, the truths of it all, the pleasure more than anything. Then you are starting your climax and he is chasing his own, pushing harder and deeper into you.

It’s like being outside of yourself, watching him fuck you till he comes. How when he begins to feel his climax coming he abandoned his slow, talkative approach and tossed his head back in open mouthed pleasure as he slams himself in to the hilt over and over again. His breathy noises, his groans on the air, make your growing orgasm unbeleivably strong, your legs shake as he fucks you.

He pulls himself out only at the last possible second as his cock instantly explodes all over your curled up form beneath him. You enjoyed his grunts a little too much as he used his hand to spend the last himself across your breasts.

It was only after that you had your first kiss with the man. The damn butterflies came back. “I don’t think the waiting is going to be so hard anymore… with such a lovely distraction.” He smiled as he cleaned you. “Not with my little thief stealing my attention.” He teased.

As he tucked you into his arms for the night suddenly the few days before the heist seemed like they would be too short. Your impending freedom loomed too imminent. You would be restlessly trying not to think about how fast Christmas was coming, knowing it would mark the end of your time with him. Unless you accepted that plane ticket offer after all.

[christiecandor]

Want to make a Xmas Rick and Morty comic that rips off my favorite line from Santabot in Futurama where young Rick is about to kiss Diane under the mistletoe and Rick Prime comes screeching into the atmosphere with "YOUR MISTLETOE IS NO MATCH FOR MY TOE MISSILE!" and fires what they think is a TOW missle and they're gonna die, but Rick just becomes a giant angry toe

[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

[rosie-love98]

Seasons Greetings From Snape's Family:

Nick Hobbes: Merry Christmas, genetic forebears :) .

Severus Snape And Constance Hardbroom:...

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 8: rosemary for holly

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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

warnings: swearing

warnings: swearing, snape is emotionally stunted

I stood watching Severus dig through the box of Christmas decorations, a scowl etched on his face. He was muttering to himself, occasionally pointing his wand in the box and muttering a summoning spell.

“dammit.” He groaned and pushed the box away from where he was seated. “Where the fuck is it?”

“where is what?” I asked as I fully stepped into the room. Severus looked up at me and frowned.

“The holly. My mother…” he broke off, turning to stare at the box. “She always put holly out. Always. But I can’t find any.” Severus kicked out at the table, watching it move an inch. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Over a little piece of holly.” He laughed as he looked back at me.

“you aren’t losing your mind.” I assured him as I sat down next to him, a hand on his back. “It’s a family tradition. Something you hold dear. It makes perfect sense.” I rubbed his back as he put his head in his hands.

“what am I going to do? It’s too close to Christmas to try to find it in the shops and I can’t grow any. It takes too long. There’s no way to get back to hogwarts to go through my stores…” Severus trailed off.

“and besides that holly is better used for potion making rather than decoration.” I finished for him. Severus nodded and sat back to lean his head against the couch. I looked at him carefully. “What about rosemary?” I asked. Severus turned to look at me.

“Rosemary?” He asked. I nodded. “Use rosemary? For holly?” I nodded again.

“holly has meaning at Christmas. And rosemary has it own meanings.” I tried to reason. Severus nodded.

“it could work.” He breathed out. “Although…I don’t know where I’d find…”

“I do.” I said with a smile. “Come on.” I held out a hand and Severus took it, letting me pull him up. We walked into the kitchen to the tiny garden I had been cultivating in the window while he was at hogwarts. I grabbed the little planter with rosemary and presented it to Severus.

“you’ve been growing this…” he said, staring at the plant in his hands. “While I’ve been away?” I nodded.

“I needed something to do. And it’s useful in both cooking and potions.” I shrugged. “I…” Severus cut me off, planter clattering on the counter as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“fuck.” He breathed. “I love you.” I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I love you too.” I smiled at him. “What…” Severus kissed me again.

“rosemary means fidelity and remembrance.” He whispered against my lips. “Remembrance of my mother. Me. Those we’ve lost. And fidelity.” He kissed me again.

“What about fidelity has you so worked up?” I giggled as I pushed his hair back.

“loyalty. Faithfulness. To me. Supporting me.” Severus leaned his head against mine. “Everything I wanted as a child but never got in this house. Something I only dreamed of at hogwarts instead of mistaking it for being used. (Y/N) darling, you’ve given me everything I could ever ask for.” I cupped his cheeks as he gazed into my eyes. “I love you more than you could ever imagine.” Severus kissed me deeply again.

“I love you too.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Let’s go hang this up.” I grabbed the planter and his hand to pull him back to the living room. “And then we can go test that fidelity.” Severus laughed as he followed my lead.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 23: Under the Tree

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: Severus comes home to his living room looking much different than he left it thanks to [Y/n].

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff!, decorating for loved one, mentions of childhood poverty, kissing, mostly just cuteness

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Ekkk I'm posting this kinda late after running aroundish so apologize for anything with wacky grammar or spelling haha! But enjoy this cute little fluff with Snape!

"What in Salazer's name-! [Y/n] what is all of this?"

When Severus had left early that morning to attend to some business, his sitting room was under decorated as it usually was all year round. That meant piles of books were littered here and there and on the shelves that lined the wall. His typewriter sat on a little table with manuscripts he had been working on for a while. And piled high next to it, were more books along with his chair that sat next to the fireplace.

Yet, when he had returned and stepped into the room he was startled when he was met with the sight of a Christmas wonderland. Nothing had technically been moved, but things had been added to the space. 

Take for instance, the strings of garland that hung on all the shelves and across the fireplace with little holly leaves attached to them. There were also four green and silver striped stockings on the mantle of the fireplace, all of them evenly spaced out from one another.

Also, how could he forget about the tree that was half as tall as the bookshelves? Decorated with little colourful lights that twinkled and would slowly change colours, it also had been wrapped in some gaudy tinsel along with tiny ornaments that hung from the ends of different branches. The tree was insanely bright and much more colourful than most things in the house, and under it were a few gifts wrapped neatly. Before he could look for any more changes in the room, [Y/n] appeared in the kitchen doorway with a bright smile and an apron on.

"Severus!" She beamed as she wiped her hands on her apron and made her way to him with a warm smile. "Welcome back! Do you like what I've done with the place?" She asked, turning around to admire her handy work. "I figured since it's our first Christmas together it should be more festive feeling and I just couldn't help myself. I hope I didn't go too overboard though."

She had thought it a shame that they hadn't decorated for Christmas with how close it was and as it got closer it just didn't feel right to not have something festive looking in the house. So when Severus had left that morning, [Y/n] decided that their first Christmas wouldn't be complete without a tree and some decorations.

So she made her way to Hogsmeade and gathered as much decoration as she could find in the short amount of time that she had to pull what she had in mind. The hardest thing was to get a tree sent over quickly and discreetly. Thankfully it was a handy thing to be such a skilled witch as her as with one little wave of a wand, the miniature tree that she had found easily became a midsize one and large enough to fit all the decorations she had bought.

She had furiously decorated the whole room not stopping until everything was done as she wanted to give him a surprise. Once all the decorations were up, she quickly ran to place the presents that they had bought for one another underneath it. Was it a temptation to take a peek at them, absolutely but she didn't!

"I think I did amazing with the time crunch I had, but you're the wizard I need to impress! Soooo how'd you like it?"

"[Y/n] I-." He started, but stopped in mid sentence causing her to look at him and notice the slightly shocked expression on his features.

He didn't quite know what to say. It had been years, since he had seen the room like this. Alive with so much colour and cheer, that when he thought of it, he actually didn't believe that he had ever seen it so full of life.

As a child, when they decorated, and that was if his parents could afford to, they would only usually have a tiny tree that had already lost a lot of it's needles. The lights were not colorful just a bright white with missing bulbs here and there, and there would usually be two or three things under the tree if anything at all.

So to see so much Christmas in his home, had his heart swirling with emotions that he still had a hard time coming to terms with. It all felt so new that all he could do was sit in silence for a moment as he took in what [Y/n] had done for him.

"Severus?" She questioned, unsure if the silence that was between them was good or bad as he had not yet voice an opinion either way.

She had been nervous about her whole decorating scheme and him not answering her made her stomach twist uncomfortably as she thought she had done something wrong.

"Oh gosh I've messed up haven't I? I debated on telling you but I thought it be a fun surprise," you know?" She babbled nervously, wringing her hands on her apron while trying to explain her reasoning. "I know you don't  like your stuff being moved about so I tried to work around it, but I just thought it be nice for a spark of colour to light the place up. Not that I don't like it as it is! It's just-."

She didn't get to finish her rambling explanation because before another word left her lips, Severus had wrapped his arms around her in a hug and his lips were pressed against hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

All of the worry she had about overstepping instantly melted like snow on a warm day and she was kissing him back with the same passion. Arms wrapping around his waist to keep her from falling over at how good his lips felt against hers, she couldn't hold in the moan that left her throat as he kissed her over and over until she was breathless from his affection.

"It's beautiful [Y/n]," he husked in that rich baritone of his as he finally pulled away from her lips leaving her a bit light headed. "Absolutely wonderful. A Christmas wonderland is not what I expected when I came but it is wonderful present either way."

His approval had her heart soaring, while also causing her to relax in his hold now that she knew his silence wasn't because he was crossed with her. Letting out a breath of relief, [Y/n] shuffled in his hold so that her back was against his front and she delicately took his hands so that he would lace his fingers across her waist.

Leaning back, they both gazed at the room for a moment, admiring her handy work at making everything so festive in such a short amount of time.

"Well good," she sighed out as his arms tighten their hold against her as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I was scared that you were going to hate it but it makes me feel better that you don't. And also I think the lights on the tree are lovely and I would hate to take them down."

"Mhmm, they are quite lovely, but for what it's worth," he whispered huskily in her ear, a sound that made her shiver in his arms. "I think you are the brightest light in this room and in any other."

His compliment caused an involuntary smile to bloom on her lips as she turned around to face the man she adored so much. A tiny smile was on his thin lips when she looked at him, yet it was his dark eyes that were alight that seemed to tell the story of how happy he was.

"Oh Severus I do love you," she whispered as she went to stroke his cheek, causing his eyes to soften at her.

"And I love you, darling, thank you for this," he responded before leaning down and kissing her once more as they were surrounded in their little wonderland.

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Day 16 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts

December 16: Keep warm.

Severus Snape x Reader

A couple days late this one, but life and work happened. Back on schedule now and time for some Professor Snape love.

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December at Hogwarts was a delightfully peaceful time. School was out for the holidays, only a handful of students were staying over Christmas and they had been content to entertain themselves around the castle. Severus was using the time to catch up on some personal research projects, as well as restocking the school’s medical supplies. The common cold had been making its rounds of the school towards the end of term, depleting Poppy’s supply of pepper-up potion. He set a cauldron aside over a low flame. It would need to simmer untouched for a day before he moved onto the next step. He stretched his tight shoulders, realising he’s spent most of the day inside his lab, and headed to the kitchenette in his chambers for some tea. As he waited for the water to boil, his eyes were drawn to main room of his chambers.  The living area was decorated with holly and pine garlands, a Christmas tree stood in one corner, decorated with shining ornaments. White Christmas candles dotted the room around the garlands. It gave the room a warm and cozy feel to it. Once, he wouldn’t have bothered with trivialities like Christmas decorations. That was before you’d joined the staff of the school. Before that stubborn, beautiful energy of yours had chipped away at his emotional walls and wrapped around his heart. You’d brought softness and simple joy into his life, pulling him bit by bit out of his shell. He still had his reputation as the fierce bat of the potions class, but with you he had started to enjoy the life he lived in a way he never could before. Which included you decorating your now shared living space with holiday cheer. His eyes were drawn to the tree again. Some of the ornaments were older, reused since your childhood or collected along the years. Some were new, Severus had bought some of them, not having any childhood trinkets of his own to add but learning how to build something new with you.

He was snapped out of his musings by the stove top kettle boiling and he was finishing making his tea when the main door opened, and you hurried inside. Severus looked up and just blinked a few times at the sight of you. You were bundled up in a wool hat, scarf and gloves…and his black winter coat. The overcoat, which was already wide in the shoulders and long on him, absolutely swamped your smaller form, reaching down to the floor and the sleeves falling past your hands. You set a basket by your feet and after you tugged your hat and scarf off you noticed Severus watching you. Smiling, you headed across the room towards him. Severus couldn’t contain his rumbling chuckle and his dark eyes were sparkling with humour. “What are you laughing at?” You asked s you reached him. “Just the sight of you in my coat. Looks like it’s trying to eat you.” He answered, still smirking. He couldn’t help it, you looked adorable. You huffed, “Gotta do something to keep warm out there, it’s bloody freezing now. It was this or there’d be a human shaped ice sculpture on the road to Hogsmeade.” Severus pulled you in towards him, deftly undoing the buttons on the coat and slipping his arms under it and around your waist. “We can’t have you freezing, can we.” He said, “Now, what can be done to keep you warm now you’re home?” You grinned up at him and snuggled in closer to his chest, “I can think of a few ways.” You leaned up, brushing his warm lips with your cool ones. Severus’s life had changed so much since you’d entered it. And he was grateful for every moment.

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Reader is trying not to freeze in this and I'm writing it on a 37-degree day (98 Fahrenheit) Ahh the southern hemisphere.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 13: shimmering icicles

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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

warnings: swearing

Standing on the ladder, I squinted down at Severus. He was feeding me the Christmas lights to hang on the gutters of the house.

“damn these things.” He muttered. I giggled and he shot me a look. “I’m not using magic. Too many muggles.” I nodded and leaned against the top step of the ladder.

“I never said anything.” I smiled at him. “Just waiting patiently for the next strand.”

“shut up.” Severus muttered as he continued to untangle the lights. After a while he started passing it up and I clipped them to the gutter. “Thank godric that’s done.” I put the ladder back in the storage shed and joined him.

“should look nice all lit up.” I added. Severus nodded as he put an arm around me. Later that night, we ventured back out into the cold to look at the lights. “It looks like a gingerbread house.” Severus laughed.

“that is kind of the point.” He smiled at me. “The best part comes when icicles form. It makes the icicles shine and shimmer.” I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“so we just have to wait for it to get colder.” I muttered. “That shouldn’t take too long. Not if the weather report is to be believed.”

“or I could just use a little magic.” Severus suggested. I turned to look at him but he kept his gaze fixed on the house.

“oh go on then.” I teased. “No muggles about this time of night.” Severus smiled and pulled his wand out. Keeping it by his side just in case, he cast the spell and we watched icicles form along the gutters. I smiled as I watched the light filter through the ice.

“told you.” Severus smiled as he pulled me closer. “Now it looks perfect.” Kissing my head, Severus led me inside.

[deepperplexity]

🎄 RICKMAS - a challenge for all creators who love Alan Rickman and any of his characters! 🎄

Now, you all know the drill! I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December. Do with it what you wish — make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/edit/etc., make it a feature or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts!

All creative things are welcome, everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one, eleven, or all prompts is completely up to you! I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, and to allow fans to connect and share some love, joy, warmth - all of it really. Let’s build our fandom universe and community further this December! 😍👏

This year’s tag is rickmas2023 — make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings and I’m hoping that even more creators and consumers join in the fun this year!

Let’s yet again spread some love among us for our dear Alan Rickman and the amazing characters he’s portrayed. On to the challenge list! 😍

*drum roll*

💚 RICKMAS 2023 💚

Chimney Soot

Restless Waiting

Snowballing

Sharing

Grave Of Snow

Out Of Care

Stormy Reunion

Rosemary For Holly

Missing Star

Snow Prints

Imperfect Holiday

Giver Of Gifts

Shimmering Icicles

A Light In The Night

Cards And Coals

Keep Warm

Bells Of Christmas

Blankets And Snuggles

Hope

Returning Home

Star Of Wishes

Lights And Strings

Under The Tree

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you!

💚 Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex 💚 DON’T FORGET TO TAG WITH rickmas2023! And reblog so more find their way to this event!

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(Posted: 2023-11-14)