ITS CHANGED PEOPLE !!

ITS CHANGED PEOPLE !!

I say we’ve made quite the improvement, do ya think?

it’s ok if u hurt my feelings

give me your rAW.

UNAPOLOGETIC.

GUESSES. . .

I asked @bellamuertefanfic​ about deleted scenes, or an ‘outtake’ from her story, or stories period, and how much starving fans who are searching for stories of their favorite characters are missing in the behind the scenes that don’t make it to the story itself.  There’s, sadly, quite a few scenes that haven’t made it to Out of Place, Out of Time. Most are due to not being fitting to the story (much as I wish it was otherwise), few are cut for pacing issues and not wanting to drag the storyline any more than necessary, and for this one, it was cut due to historical inaccuracies and that it was a scene I wrote very early in the story, but by the time it came to implement it, the characters were actually a lot further along than I’d anticipated. (Truthfully, they weren’t even supposed to kiss until almost at the end. How’s that for a change in development.) THEME: Deleted Scenes: Director’s Cut WARNINGS FOR: Overly Sexy Spaniards (people with heart problems and weak knees, beware) AUTHOR’S NOTES: This deleted scene originally would’ve taken place at Chapter 31, give or take a chapter. It’s also one that’s made me very sad to delete, as it’s one of my favorites, so I might post it as a “Cut Chapters” edition sort of thing. Another note, this was written very early in my writing development, so I apologize if it seems more stilted than recent chapters. Either way, Enjoy! Scene Title: The Dangers Of A Waltz With A Spanish Capitán “Stand on my boots.”

I shot him a look of disbelief. I assumed that he was pretty much used to the willowy sort of body style that was favored by this time period, and willowy I was not. I had a stocky build, for labor and work, not for floating about on the dancefloor. I would crush his toes.

Apparently impatient with my wavering, he tightened his arm and lifted me slightly, seemingly without any strain and set me down on top of his boots. I immediately tensed, leaning away as he was way too close for comfort, but he kept me in place effortlessly. 

“No, relax. Tension has no place whilst dancing.”

I gulped nervously and kept my gaze trained over his shoulder, refusing to look at him as he gently started to move. If I did, the possibility that I’d make a fool of myself would increase from likely to definitely.“

Look at me,” he commanded, constricting his grip and abruptly drew me even closer, forcing my gaze up to his with a gasp as I was all but plastered against him. I’d read about being ensnared by someone’s gaze hundreds of times in books, but being of a more cerebral nature than emotional, I’d always thought it was just a literary device. 

But for the life of me, I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I wanted to, it felt like he was pulling away all the layers I wore to hide from the world, but I was trapped by his dark stare. I was imprisoned in his arms as he spun me lightly across the deck, looking nowhere but at me. I could feel the flush on my skin, and it wasn’t from exertion. Being a person who didn’t like attention to begin with, being the center of this man’s full, direct focus was a whole new level of discomfort and I didn’t like it at all.

Even through the unease, I was able to realize it spoke rather highly of his dancing ability that we hadn’t run into anything when he wasn’t even watching and gradually, I began to relax slightly, letting myself enjoy the ride as he spun me about. I probably should have been dizzy, but I wasn’t, I just felt like I was floating in circles, his arms holding me secure and safe.

Aaand we’re spouting poetry. Time to get off this crazy ride.

I leaned back against the arm he had around my waist, sliding my hand from his shoulder to signal I was ready to stop.

His expression didn’t change as he tightened his gloved hand around mine when I tried to tug free and cinched his arm tight around my waist before pulling me into a particularly brutal spin, forcing me to grab onto his shoulder or risk slipping, inadvertently pressing myself against his tall frame. A little voice was able to squeak out that he felt good before I squashed it under a mental fist. 

I could have sworn that a playful smirk twitched around his lips before he dipped his head and murmured into my ear. 

“You are not allowed free until the dance is done, senorita.” Yep, that’d been a smirk.

I shivered from the heat of his breath tickling my ear and the deep timbre of his voice, but I readjusted my grip to the proper position and blew a resigned sigh, trying not to let myself be affected by his smoky scent of tobacco, sunshine, and the faint spice of the cologne he wore.

He let out a small chuckle at my long-suffering expression as he steered around one of the pairs of officers practicing. “Is it my company that you find tiresome?”

I shook my head as I tried to avoid his focus, to no avail. “I’m just not used to…this.” 

I gestured with my chin to encompass him, me, the waltzing officers (which I still found hilarious), the Silent Mary, everything. Nothing about this was in the realm of norm.

“How do you mean? You said you do not dance, yet you follow my lead with only slight resistance. What is it that makes you uncomfortable?” he asked, staring at me as if he was trying to figure it out.

Ha, good luck there, bucko, I didn’t even know where to start. 

“I can’t dance, I don’t have the coordination for it, and I’ve never danced with a partner. Certainly never atop ones’ boots,” I clarified instead of answering his question, realizing that I was indeed unwittingly stalling his movements through my tension. I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing myself to become limber in his embrace, and felt the resulting gracefulness as the dance became much more fluid than before.

He hummed in approval, the vibration tickling my hand where I held his shoulder, but I kept my eyes closed, having found an escape from his piercing gaze. 

I felt like a day old lamb bleating into the face of a hungry wolf, my rubbery hooves no match for his sharp teeth. I was outmatched by this man, out of my comfort level by far, and he was especially stressful for someone who had few dealings with the opposite sex. 

But I was stuck on this whirlwind until he decided to let go, or this crazy rendition of waltz ended, so I relaxed and enjoyed myself.

“Ah, very good.” 

I smiled a little at his praise and was forced to admit that this was actually really fun. So long as I didn’t let any of my rampant fantasies slip through their chains, because this literally was the stuff of fantasies. It fed right into my historical romance obsession and his sheer handsomeness only fanned the flames. Like, anyone who read historical romance would totally be dizzy with glee to be in this situation, and I was hard-pressed not to just giggle like a maniac as we spun around.

But I could feel my smile growing until I was full out grinning with joy as he expertly maneuvered me through the dance. However I could feel the intensity of his watchful eyes even through my closed eyelids, so I reluctantly opened my eyes to see he was watching me with that uncomfortable concentration again. 

I hated it when he did that. It always made me feel like I was the only person in a crowd full of people, separated by everyone by a spotlight. 

He didn’t say anything as he continued to study me, and I almost didn’t notice as he drew me closer. 

“You enjoy this,” he murmured more to himself than to me, then with a calculating glance, abruptly changed tempo to send us flying across the deck. I laughed in delighted glee, finding the rhythm instinctively easy to follow along with and all self-consciousness vanished on a wave of sheer enjoyment as I bathed in the pleasure of having such an outstanding partner. It was exhilarating!

Unfortunately, it was over all too quickly, which was probably a good thing as I was kind of out of breath when Salazar slowly drew to a halt. All the while, his eyes had never left my face.

I suddenly realized with a jolt that he was learning what made me smile.

Bite Your Tongue

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Requested by: anon ‘Ok but imagine this: being a professor at Hogwarts during the DH and hate fucking Snape on your desk when he comes in to your office to have a go at you for badmouthing the Carrows. He has you bent over the desk and is rutting into you like the touch starved man that he is’

Warnings: rough, angry sex. Hate fucking. References to torture, references to sexual harassment (committed by Amycus Carrow). Set during Deathly Hallows, so is a little dark, angst, argument/shouting, spanking

Gif creds to owner

“Enter,” you sighed, massaging your temples as you stared at the potions essays on your desk. You had been employed just after Dumbledore’s death to help Horace out with his classes, as it was unanimously felt that the old man would struggle with the additional pressures of death eaters swarming the school.

The door eased open, though the visitor slid in when there was merely a slither of space, shutting it firmly behind him. You say up a little straighter. Severus Snape hardly ever left the Headmaster’s Tower these days, not even for staff meetings. Those, he left to the Carrows.

“Headmaster,” you said. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” There was a bitter edge to your voice; something about Snape’s visiting the dungeons angered you. If there was a prize for the worst employer… well that would probably go to Voldemort. But second place would go to the current headmaster of Hogwarts School.

“I have come to talk to you about your conduct, Professor YLN,” Severus said. His voice was whisper-soft, but you heard him loud and clear.

“I refuse to torture students in my detentions, if that’s what this is about,” you said firmly, looking back down to your marking. “The Carrows can do as they please in Defence- in ‘Dark Arts’ detention, but any student who comes to potions detention will be made to write lines or organise ingredients. Merlin knows, it’d be a nice change for them,”

Severus merely looked at you with slightly quirked brows. It appeared the student he taught ten years ago was as stubborn as always. “I have come to talk to you about your conduct towards other members of staff, Professor. Namely the Carrows,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, which made the headmaster bristle ever so slightly. He pulled a small piece of parchment from the many folds of his robe. “Alecto said you used ‘uncouth language’ and ‘showed dissent at the regime,’ and Amycus said that you ‘threatened to hex his balls off and feed them to his sister, the dirty little pervert,’” he folded up the parchment and slid it back into his pocket, staring darkly at you. “Care to explain yourself?”

You set down your quill and stood up. “I told Alecto to ‘go and fuck herself’ because she told me to start using crucio in my detentions,” you said. “And what I said to Amycus was actually ‘get your filthy hands off me, you dirty little pervert, before I hex your bollocks off and feed them to your sister,” you folded your arms. “And I won’t apologise for either of those things,”

Severus exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. “Are you actually stupid?” He hissed.

“No. I’m not. But I will not allow students under my protection to come to harm, nor will I allow Amycus Carrow to put his disgusting hands on me,” you said lowly, standing up a little straighter. “I don’t know what you and the other minions do in those revels You Know Who holds, but I will not accept such behaviour to be transferred to my students or to myself, so help me god,”

Severus took several steps closer, so there was less than a foot between you both. “So you are stupid,” he growled. “You will get yourself killed. The Carrows are already baying for your blood, and your dissent is not making my job any easier,”

You let out a scathing laugh. “Your job? Well, I’m sorry I’m making it harder for you to implement a reign of terror for Vol-“ Severus clapped his hand over your mouth, making you gasp, but preventing you from triggering the Taboo on the Dark Lord’s name.

Severus flicked his wand at the door, setting up several complex locking charms, before muttering ‘muffliato’ for good measure. “Careful, YN,” he spoke lowly. “While I applaud your gall, I reiterate that it will get you killed,”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing tears of anger not to fall. “Is that what you came here for? To tell me not to upset the Carrows?” Severus nodded solemnly. “Tough. I won’t submit to them, and you can’t make me,”

Severus groaned. “You’re impossible,” he hissed. “Do you not understand the gravity of this situation?”

“I understand it perfectly well, Severus. And I disagree with the situation entirely, and I will not cause my students suffering, nor will I let your stupid regime break me,”

“Then you are an idiot! You’re a fool!”

“I’d rather be an idiot and a fool than You Know Who’s lapdog!”

As your shouting match ensued, you and Severus grew closer and closer, until your chests were touching and you were shouting in each others face. But Severus groaned, and instead of turning away, of slamming your door and letting the Carrows punish you instead, he grasped the sides of your face and pressed a harsh, bruising kiss to your lips.

You struggled in his grasp, pushing against his chest, even planting a sharp slap to his cheek. But when he made to pull away, you pressed forward, your hands finding their way to his jaw as you turned you head, deepening the kiss.

It was a messy collision of tongues and teeth, neither of you willing to back down, to yield. You nails scraped at Severus’s scalp as you bunched his hair up in your fists, while his fingers pressed bruises into your arms and hips with the ferocity with which he was holding you. When you finally pulled away for air, mere millimetres between your parted lips, Severus murmured, “tell me to stop and I will,”

You stared up into his beetle-black eyes, finding the previously cold, stoic stare gone, replaced with a fiery haze of lust. “Don’t you dare,” you breathed, before Severus’s thin lips captured yours once more. As your arms wound around his neck, he growled, backing you up against the desk until your thighs bumped the edge. You hopped up, parting your legs to fit Severus between them, using your knees to draw his narrow hips closer to your thrumming body, and groaning when he resumed the kiss. Desperately, you tried to buck your hips, eager for some friction where you needed it most, but Severus stilled your hips, his large hands holding you firmly.

“Bend over the desk,” he growled.

You practically pouted. You were already practically spread out on the desk. “But… we could just do it like this-“

“I said bend over,” he repeated, and the feral look in his eye told you to do as you were told. As you turned around and bent over your desk, presenting your arse to the headmaster, he groaned at the sight, grasping roughly at the hem of your dress and bunching it up over your hips. You held your breath as you felt your knickers get shoved to the side, spreading your legs a little wider. Severus smirked from behind you, fondling briefly at your clit as he worked one-handedly at the buttons of his fly. You whimpered, pushing back into his hand.

“Please,” you whispered, already trembling as you heard the rasp of his hand stroking his cock. “Severus, please,”

He smirked, and with his lips turning up into a slight snarl, he pushed forward into you, guiding his thick length in with his fist. As he sheathed himself fully within you, your breasts and belly pressed firmly into the desk beneath you. Severus allowed you only a few moments to adjust to the stretch, before his hips snapped shallowly against yours, his body arching over yours like a wolf fucking his bitch. His aquiline nose nudged at your neck, pushing your hair out of the way so he could press hot open mouthed kisses and sharp bites to the delicate skin.

Crying out with every thrust, you tipped your head back, arching your spine and hoisting your right leg up to rest your knee on the desk. The new angle spurned Severus on, and his thrusts became deeper, more brutal, until the desk began to scrape across the floor with the power of his thrusts. His teeth bared in a snarl of pleasure as his hands collided with the flesh of your arse, striking you hard before rubbing away the the sting. “You must,” he growled, his hips slapping firmly against yours. “Learn to bite your tongue,”

“Severus,” you whimpered, his order flying completely over your pleasure-addled head. “Severus please, I’m going to- please!”

Severus grasped a fistful of your hair, hoisting you up so that your back was flush against his chest, held up only by his grip on you. “You must,” he grunted, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe. “Obey,”

As he punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, you cried out, the first spasms of your release clenching around Severus’s thick cock. But as he felt you coming, he pulled out, letting you fall forwards, back onto the desk as he stroked himself to completion, his release spattering onto your arse, your thighs, your back, staining your dress and stinging your raw, spanked cheeks. As he leaned over you, covering your body with his, his fingers dipped back between your legs, moving to stroke circles around your sensitive, swollen nub, until you were quaking against him with waves of pleasure, less intense than the first, but overwhelming all the same.

Panting, Severus moved to sit in your desk chair, and with a quick flick of his wand, your skin was clean. He pulled gently at your hip, until you clambered into his lap, burying your face into his neck.

“I mean it,” he murmured. “You must learn to obey the Carrows…” you grumbled, to sleepy to argue after your rigorous activities. “It will all be over soon… and I will ensure you have adequate supplies to brew healing and calming droughts…”

“I shouldn’t have to heal my students. They shouldn’t need healing…” you whispered.

“I know. But that is the way things are now. YN, you must promise me to stay in line… I… you must not tell anyone… I am not merely the Dark Lord’s lapdog… Dumbledore… his portrait… I am on your side, YN,”

You stared up at him, your glassy eyes meeting his dark tunnels, which glistened with tears. Your mouth opened and closed like a goldfish as you tried to process his confession, but your words failed you, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, much more tender than your previous one, and as it deepened slowly, you felt his tears wetting your cheeks as you found your comfort in one another’s bodies.

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Hey there could you write a short story about Snape catching his beloved (female reader) in a little white lie and punishing her for it? In a dominate way he could tie her up and remind her that lying is not what good girls do. The lie I have in mind is her lying when asked where she was at a certain time but he knows its false. In the end she was only trying to sneak around to get him a birthday suprise. I would like to see her hold out as long as possible before revealing the reason for her lie and maybe even be a little bit of a brat. If you can’t I understand and thank you for you’re time.

Hi Anon!

You’re in luck, and I take requests when they inspire me, and this definitely inspired me. I hope you like it!

Summary: You have just come home with Severus’ Birthday Preset, hell bent on keeping it a secret this year, but he already knows too much and you get caught in a a lie and end up being punished.

Notes: Pairing: Reader/Severus, 1st Person POV, Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: Explicit NSFW . Reader has a vagina. Daddy kink. Ropes, spanking, vaginal fingering, Vaginal intercourse.

Daddy I’m Home

With a powerful thrust of my hip I swing the door open, struggling with the overloaded brown paper bags of groceries in my hands. “Home!” I huff out as I awkwardly kick my boots off and when I turn my head to the living room I see the Daily Prophet news sheet fold down, he looks at me from his favourite chair. I give him a smile as I rush to hide his gift before he stands up.

I move to the kitchen briskly, throwing the bags down on the counter and putting the parcel that contained his birthday present in a lower cupboard behind the potatoes. I get myself a sorely needed glass of water before putting the food away. I'm parched from rushing around to get home, I had been halfway running with the bags. When I turn around after downing my glass of water he startles me, he is right behind me. I hadn't heard him coming.

“You've been out longer than I thought.”

“Diagon Alley was busy.” I explain.

“Where did you go? Other than obviously the green grocer.”

“Florish and Blotts.”

“Yet…I see no books.”

“They didn't have that cookbook I wanted. Sold out already.” A damn shame because I had been hoping to try my hand at one of the recipe’s my friend made last night.

“Took up a lot of time, did it? Not buying a book?”

“Well I had to look to see if they had it first. What’s with the questioning?” I ask, internally scolding myself. I am already getting defensive and I had told myself I would not be.

“Well you've been gone quite some time. I really thought you would be home before me.”

“Well it took longer than I thought.”

“Indeed. You stopped nowhere else?”

“Okay you caught me! I stopped for an ice cream cone. I didn't tell you because I knew you would nag me about sweets before dinner but I was starving.” I confess to a minor transgression. Ice cream when I was about to cook for us. The roast would take at least an hour though. The ice cream had kept me going when I felt burnt out.

“Oh yes, I am no fun. It is wise to omit things that contain fun lest I become upset.” He is sarcastic, he seems annoyed.

“Why are you all grumpy?”

“Perhaps because my darling little sweetheart is lying to me.”

“I am not!” I hope my lie isn't obvious on my face. It's so hard to keep things a secret from him. How many times has he ruined a surprise for himself by being too observant? Hiding things from him was hard, he always knew when things were slightly out of place.

“You are. I was under the mistaken impression that you were a good girl, and above such nonsense as lying to my face.” He is baiting me to fight him. I told myself I would not ask him what is making him so nosey, it will give me away.

“Severus. I went to the bookstore, I got ice cream, I got groceries… maybe I chatted to too many friends along the way. Did too much window shopping. Would you scold me if something in the window of Madam Malkins caught my eye and I went in to see it?”

“I would scold you because you just lied to me again.”

I’m about to open my mouth- insist I hadn’t when I catch myself. He knows something, but I won’t ruin his birthday present just because he’s an overly observant taskmaster. I turn to try and unpack the food, to give myself time to make something else up. I take a single apple out of the bag when he raps his wand on the counter top loudly beside me and everything flies quickly to their homes, preventing me from using them as cover.

“Care to tell me what kept you?” He was looming in a manner which told me he was in a very particular mood. He was about to make a meal out of this interrogation and play with his food. In this case, me.

I start to walk away, around the island toward the living room door but suddenly he side steps me and I’m backed up against the fridge. “Did you wish to keep your coat on because you intend to run back out the front door or can I take it off?” He asks. I don't even answer, he is undoing the buttons already. Off it comes.

“Things take longer than we think sometimes. I think this dinner will take a while I should really get started…”

“Didn’t you just have an ice cream?”

“Yes but the roast needs a long time-“

“I am not so famished that I will expire if it's delayed.” He tucks some hair behind my ear as he says it. Then something coils around my ankles like a snake.

“Severus no-“ I start, not his ropes. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him at the best of times, tied up and being questioned, I’ll always fail.

“Don't start making demands. Good girls get to say no. Good girls that dont lie get to tell me they’d rather make dinner.” He snatches my hands out of the air like a lizard might snatch a fly and pulls them behind my back. His ropes slither around them too, pulling each wrist tight to the opposite elbow so my arms rested tight against my lower back with no movement.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, I went where I said I went. I didn't think you were the kind of man who wanted to control me down to the minute.” I bite, I’m getting feisty because I have done nothing wrong.

“The attitude you are giving me is unlike your usual nature. I don’t appreciate you meeting my concern with such dismissal.”

“Concern!? I went to the bloody grocery store!” I insist and that seems to rile him more. I’m thrown up and over his shoulder. “Severus, what is your problem!?” I screech as I’m carried to the living room.

“Guess.” He answers as he puts me down.

“I’m going to choose to remain silent.” I sniff haughtily.

“Guilty little pet.” He grumbles. He sits in his favourite chair and pulls me down over his lap ignoring my protests. “Did you know where you were going when you left this morning?”

“Sort of…” I answer truthfully.

“Not all of your trip was planned?”

“No, the ice cream shop was not planned as I said.” I snap. This earns me a slap across the rear before I’m expecting it. “I’m not lying!”

“You are answering me like a brat.”

“I am answering you honestly!” I bite then yelp because he got me again with a really stingy one.

“Incorrect.” He drawls and then we are silent. I chew on my words instead of speaking them. I’m trying to do something nice for him and I am being punished for it. “I shall answer your question because I am not unreasonable. I am angry because a certain someone was in a very dangerous part of Knockturn Alley alone today.”

Shit. I’m still not sure what he knows and I don't want to blow the surprise. What to tell him… I could try to deflect. Asking him if he was there seemed too guilty though.

“I’m waiting.”

“I think you are intent on punishing me so you might as well get on with it.”

Normally each blow to my behind would be accompanied by soothing caresses, apparently my attitude meant I was not afforded them. After a solid round of ten or more, I had lost count, he finally rested his palm against me, but still it did not rub the sting out. He pauses and is silent. My breathing is loud in my ears.

“This silence is the space designed for you to tell me the true story.”

“My silence is my answer.”

“Is it your intention to test my patience?”

“My intention is to get through this so I can start dinner.”

His ropes start multiplying. They begin to wrap my whole torso like a fly in a spider web. They encircle every inch of me all the way up my neck to my face. They don’t squeeze me, but they threaten. He stands and my body is lifted into the air before him. He’s taking me upstairs and I’m not sure why. “Tell me darling, why am I wrapping you up so tightly?”

“I’m not a legilimens.” I answer sarcastically and the ropes squeeze me as punishment as we move up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“Because you apparently need a reminder that you are mine. I shouldn’t have to wrap my magic around you and squeeze you with it for you to remember.” He says as I am deposited on the bed. “What does it mean for you to be mine, sweetheart?”

“That you insist on hitting me repeatedly on the backside when you don’t get your exact way?”

“This isn’t about me getting my exact way. This is about you disregarding your safety.” He is unfastening my trousers. “Since you so cleverly wormed your way into my heart… it is now your responsibility not to die, or to otherwise be kidnapped, cursed, hexed, jinxed or harmed in any way when you could have easily asked me for an escort.” As he lists the things he thinks could have happened to me in Knockturn alley he eases his hands inside my clothing more and more. He pushes the trousers down a little more with each word.

“A part of being mine is not offering up what is mine to various unsavoury characters by going shopping where there are dark corners and bad people looking for a sweet little thing that can be corrupted, coerced, or just plain tricked out of her gold.” The trousers slip off the ends of my feet and he steals my socks too. I’m wiggling on the cool of the duvet in my lacey panties and a turtleneck top he can’t steal unless he is willing to unleash my arms from their ropes.

“Severus, are you telling me that in addition to spanking me you are going to call me naive, easily tricked, and stupid?”

“I am not calling you those things. You are nothing except foolish.” He leaned over and grabbed my torso by the ropes, sliding me over to him. I am trying to avoid being spanked any more so put my feet on his chest and try to push away. “Stop being so difficult.” He grunts.

“Fine.” I bite and move my feet quickly off him so the way he is pulling on me results in me sliding across the bed and our hips meeting in the middle. I wrap my legs around him. “Is that better, sir?” I ask sarcastically.

“Tone, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Temper, dear.” I return.

Then he tries to move me back across his knees and I struggle. This must surprise him, as I never fight him. Usually my punishments are fake things, for transgressions imagined so that we might have some fun together. Normally I am spanked and I am petted in equal measure and it always leads to more sensual touch than pain. This pain for the sake of real punishment has me so feisty and riled that I try, even with my arms immobilised, to get out of his grasp, but he’s strong.

His hand comes down painfully against my almost bare behind and I still, sitting in the string of it. His fingers trace the lace edge of my knickers to where they disappear into the cleft of my bum and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation as it dances along with the painful one.

“Darling, now is the time to say what it is you were doing there. Otherwise I’ll be giving you nine more to complete this set.”

“One.” I belatedly count with gritted teeth in spiteful answer.

He is silent and gives me another.

“Two.” I grumble and I hear emotion in my voice. He rubs my behind for the first time since he began this punishment.

“Three.” My voice cracks, damn it. He is still. I listen to his breathing. He rubs me. I try to force myself to breathe slowly. “Four- Aaaahh I was getting you a birthday present!” I start to count but it hurts enough that I can’t take it anymore, not the pain as much as the implication that I somehow deserve it.

“From Knockturn alley?”

“I know you’ve been out of Doxy eggs and Jobberknoll feathers for three months and I heard the shop down there had gotten a rather large shipment of supplies so I went to inquire.”

“Oh, Darling… that’s a very thoughtful gift… yet it is still true that it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone to acquire such things for me. As thoughtful as you were being.” He responds.

“I feel like you are underestimating my ability to protect myself.” I whimper.

“Are you crying?” He asks.

“I’m just angry.” I answer, trying to control my breathing before I outright weep.

“Sweetheart…We’ve talked about this. You have to use the safeword if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He sighs and his ropes release me.

I get off him and roll up in a ball on the bed facing away from him. “I wasn’t sure we were playing. You seemed very angry.”

“I was angry. I was completely confused as to why I saw you coming out of that alley and why you were so bloody intent on hiding the truth of it from me. Merlin sake, you could have made some horrible deal with someone down there and have been hiding it from me to save yourself from my ire when I might be the one who could help you.”

I peaked over my shoulder to respond. “You naturally assumed that if I was trying to evade your ire that I would respond best to being tied up and punished?”

Regret washes over his face. “I’m so sorry, pet.”

“You ruined your surprise.” I pout.

He crawls over me, pulling my chin out so he can kiss my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He kisses again. “How do I prove I’m sorry?” I try to move away from his lips but he is persistent. “Give me those pouting lips, precious.”

“You can’t kiss it better, mister meanie.”

He moves away and I hear him rummage in the bedside drawer. He is probably getting the lotion he made for taking away the sting of these spankings. Sure enough a few moments later I feel his hand come back to my half exposed behind and begin gently rubbing it into my flesh that has been tingling from his harder than usual smacks.

He takes his time, carefully getting everywhere, and even sliding his fingers under the lace and getting the upper part of my behind too. When he’s done his hand presses flat over me and rubs over me, his palm skims my sex on it’s way down to rub my thighs and I can’t help but make a little noise as he brushes me.

Never one to miss a small noise, his hand reverses course, tickling the backs of my thighs before those fingers come up and tentatively pet me through the lace. I surprise myself with my moan. I didn’t think I had been aroused by the spanking, it wasn’t like how it normally was and yet when he touched me all the nerves in my body screamed for more.

I was still curled up hiding my face from him in the blankets. He pressed his fingers against me and leaned over to try to see my reaction. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, darling, but your knickers are very wet…” he began. “Do you want me to touch you, or are you too sore at me for it?”

I gave a noncommittal grumble. I was angry. I was also very aroused, and didn’t want to admit it. I heard him breath out of his nose in amusement at my disgruntled mumbles. He trailed those fingertips up and down the part of me that was exposed to him in my defensive side curl.

I started panting into the duvet. When he pulled the lace to the side he paused before slowly touching me “My apology petting is making you so slick, sweetheart. Do you want more? I’m just going to… spread this around, oh dearest… you feel all swollen and ready… do you want daddy’s finger?” He pressed in barley centimetre and I whimpered.

“I see you are determined not to answer me, I will have to read the signs…” he murmurs before I moan into the bedspread as he sank that finger into me. I’m trying to remember my anger but I can’t as he slowly penetrates me over and over while petting my clit and making me clench around him. “I know I have been very bad, precious, but I was only thinking of your safety. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He tells me softly. “Please, dearest, show me your pretty face I can’t stand to have you hide it from me.” He begs softly while making me come undone. Why must he have this power over me?

Truthfully it’s getting awfully hot, panting into the duvet cover with my face hidden from him so I roll my torso over. He smiles at me as I emerge. “There’s my girl…”

“I’m … still.. mad.” I manage but with difficulty as I move towards orgasm.

“I’ll be your eager servant until you forgive me.”

“I need more…” I whine, I’ve been hovering at the edge of something for minutes now and I can’t quite grasp at it.

“My mouth?” He asks.

I shake my head no. I stretch my arms out to him. I want to feel his body weight on me, to be reassured in his wanting of me. I know he is trying to repent for making me angry but I also need to know he is no longer mad. I want to feel him hold me like his ropes had.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but he does withdraw from me in order to crawl above me, seeking a kiss.

“Squeeze please.” I demand with my outstretched arms.

“Before or during?” He smirks.

“Both.” I answer impatiently. He gives me a tight hug, letting his body weight go, he crushes me into the bed. The wool of his clothing is soft on my fingers but sratchy on my inner thighs. When I start grinding against him he pulls away for a moment and relieves me of my undergarments and unbuttons his trousers. “All off.” I instruct, knowing he will likely leave it all on, but my fingers want his flesh and I won’t let him stay buttoned up. It takes a couple of minutes but it’s worth it when he returns. He tries to take my turtleneck. “No. I’m keeping that. I’m always naked you’re always dressed. This time you shiver, I’ll stay cozy. In fact, fetch my socks.” I demand teasingly, and I bite my lip and grin to watch him naked with an erection find my socks with my discarded trousers and bring them back to my feet. He puts them on neatly. I hold open my arms again. “Squeeze.”

“I’m coming…” He rolls his eyes. He is not doing so well at being a devoted servant, he is already giving sass. He does follow orders through and while he squeezes me he kisses me and eventually he pulls away just a little to position himself so he can be inside me.

I sigh happily to be filled and squished at the same time. I wrap my legs around him so my warm sock covered feet cross behind his back. He rocks gently back and forth into me. “I love you, you grumpy man.” I breath into his ear. “Even though… mmm…. You ruin all your presents…”

“I have not ruined anything. While I adore the idea of your present, the only gift I truly cherish is you. So next time… ruin the surprise and ask me to come with you, my love. You’ll make me go grey prematurely worrying over you.” He pants.

“I have one last request for your penance...” I say somewhat shyly.

“Mmm?” He asks, nose buried in my neck, kissing me.

“Fuck me like you’re still mad.” I say it like a question in case he isn’t game for it.

“Oh with pleasure, darling.” He smiles before lifting his weight off me, then biting my neck till I squeal. He begins to slam his hips into mine “Who do you belong to?” He asks.

“You.” I whimper in character.

“That’s right, you were endangering something that belongs to me.” Fuck he’s all stern and it makes me go wild.

“I’m sorry.” I breathe, giving him big apology eyes just for my own enjoyment.

“Don’t make daddy worry or else he is going to treat you like a bad girl. Do you understand?” His dark eyes burrow into me. He’s playing mad daddy for me, but I know there is still truth in this for him.

“Yes sir.” I whimper between mews of pleasure.

“Do you feel you have sufficiently learned your lesson?” When his stern is mixed with being out of breath from the effort of fucking me hard it makes my toes curl.

“Yes.” I choke out.

“I think I will restore your status to good girl provided you remind yourself to whom you belong by begging me to let you come, and then saying my name while you do so.”

Beg him? Provided I have time before my climax comes rushing through my body while he lectures me. “Please Daddy. Please let me come, I promise to be good.”

“Good girl.” He grins, sliding his hand between us to pet me where he knows I won't be able to hold out. “Let me hear you.” He croons. I know I asked for this role play but I feel like he has taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson, to remind me how he makes my body feel. I do belong to him in this way.

“Severus!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he slams into me repeatedly and the waves of pleasure build up then explode through me. He kisses my neck and switches to slow easy thrusts as I spasm around him, eventually slipping out of me but pulling me in close, listening to my shattered breathing.

“Did you not?” I look at him. I hadn't felt him climax with me.

“Doing penance.” He reminded me.

“For how long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Until… I don’t know until after dinner at the least.”

“Oh such a long time for you to abstain.” I roll my eyes.

“I believe you said dinner will take a while.”

“Maybe an hour… Two at most.”

“It will be a very long two hours, precious, as you do look so divine in an apron. If you wish to torture me you could get flour on your face, then I will be really put out about not being able to pull you onto the floor and make you mine.”

“Sir, you will find me willing and able to torture you this evening so don’t give me ideas. Maybe I’ll be wearing nothing but that apron and ample amounts of flour.”

The curve of Alan Rickman’s waist appreciation post [insp.]

based on one of my favorite posts