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“Now, (y/n), you know there is no need for that,” he said cooly with that raspy voice of his. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips for a short second. “You know my knots do not yield, you know they do not get untied until you give me what I want.” His voice was a low growl; it felt as though it stroked you when it reached your body. 

You whimpered once more and could not help the tugging on your restraints that kept you in his bed, yet again. It only earned you a slight huff from him as he placed the little cup on the table beside his chair. It clinked softly, and the chair groaned as he rose with elegance and grace. His frock coat tightly wrapped his body, and all the little buttons were begging you to unbutton them. Your fingers itched for the feel of them slipping through their respective holes. 

He strode towards you, slowly, with measured steps. Your pulse quickened, and your breathing became laboured as you struggled to get enough oxygen into your lungs. His eyes wandered up and down your body, pleasure etched on his face. You were sprawled on the massive four-poster bed. No pillows or covers in sight, only you, cotton sheets, and black ropes. Your hands were tied above your head, your arms stretched out. Your legs spread fully, each ankle tied to one of the two posters at the bottom of the bed. You were naked and spread wide before him as he stood by the foot of the bed. Fully clothed, except for his bare feet. 

“Now, you know there is no need for tugging. You will be freed when I see fit, won’t you, (y/n)?” You swallowed hard at his darkly voiced words. The wicked gleam in his eyes intensified as he took two steps closer. You whimpered as his cold finger touched the inside of your ankle, right below the rope. “Please,” you panted, but he only hushed you. “You know the rules,” he said softly, and you knew, you knew he would punish you for breaking them, for speaking when not allowed to. 

He leaned down and kissed your hipbone while steadying himself with one hand on each side of you. “Disobedient today, aren’t we (y/n)?” You pressed your head into the mattress as his cold finger stroked your naked leg, from your ankle all the way up to your hip, where he had kissed you only a moment ago. His finger kept going, up along your side, all the way to your collarbone. It made you whimper and shudder. The lightness of the touch his punishment for you. You hated...and loved it. 

For five months, it had been like this. For five months, he had called upon you, for five months, he had tied you to his bed only to touch and rule you. Five months of joyous torture. It had begun with a simple drunken night and had ended up being the most complicated thing. He had bound you, gagged you, kissed you, stroked you — given you infinite amounts of pleasure. Yet, he had never given you the chance to do the same to him. 

For five months, he had ruled your body and mind, for five months, he had undressed you, tied you to his bed and done what he wished to you. And oh, how you fucking loved it. His touch, those rough hands, the harsh words, the growling voice, the command and power that seeped from every fibre of his being.   

Yet, you had never seen his skin. You had never touched him, loved with him, felt him in you. He never allowed you to touch him, stroke him or kiss him. His lips never reached your face, and his clothes never left his body. The body you yearned so desperately for. The skin you so badly wanted to see and touch. The lips you so fiercely wanted to smash your own against. But that...was not part of the deal. The deal you had not been aware of in the beginning. 

His cold hand brought you back to reality as he let it travel down your chest, over your tummy and further. You shivered as he reached your groin and gave you a light stroke. His cold skin almost burned you. Burning ice. It was what ploughed through your head; he was burning ice. Lethal. Devastating. Cold destruction. 

“No daydreaming,” he growled as he stroked you yet again, over and over. You whimpered  — the need to call his name nearly overwhelming. His soft touch was still a punishment. That was how it was; you broke the rules, and he punished you with softness. Shallow strokes. Light licks. It was not what you wanted, what you needed, what your body craved from him. 

“Enough?” he asked, simply questioning if you were done breaking the rules. You nodded. Not wanting to break the rules with another word unless commanded to speak. “Good pet,” he said with a huff as he raised himself. Your heart pounded harder as he stepped around the bed; he went for the chest a few steps away. You knew all too well what pleasures were hidden in there, and the excitement building swiftly was almost numbing. 

He took his time selecting, humming in a murmur. When he turned back towards you, he held...nothing. There was nothing in his hands, and you felt disappointed. Until you saw his smile. It tugged at one of the corners of his mouth, and it made you wary. 

“Master?” you asked, and he arched his brow again. You shut your mouth with such force that your teeth hurt. He smirked and walked towards you. Each step powerful; measured. As if he had fully mastered the art of elegance. He had, you knew that. 

He placed one knee on the bed, and the mattress shifted beneath you. He leaned in and kissed your neck, which forced your head back, and you relished the feel of his tongue licking and lapping at your skin. It wasn’t soft; his tongue was pressing itself into your flesh, and it felt divine. “Pet,” he murmured against your skin, and sweat misted you from the arousal. His nickname for you, his word for you. 

“For you,” he said with praise in his voice, and you were just about to break the rules by asking what as his rough hand found its way to your groin. He stroked and petted, from the top all the way down to your darker opening. It felt as though you would explode as his rough hand explored. The coolness of his skin against your heat. It made you whimper and whine. Your legs were tugging, and the ropes around your ankles dug into your flesh. 

Then his hand left you for a second, and you felt bereft, abandoned. But he was back instantly, and something across his palm vibrated softly. It tickled all the right spots, and you moaned loudly with a ragged breath tearing through your throat. He tortured you with his rough hand, pressing and stroking harshly as the vibrations tickled you relentlessly. 

You were struggling, panting, whining, whimpering beneath his touch as his mouth pressed itself against your throat and he nibbled and bit your skin. The sensation vibrated through your entire body and magnified the sensations from his onslaught on your sex. You were shaking, your body ready to explode. But he didn’t give you permission. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you struggled with all your might to keep the climax at bay, to stay on the edge of the cliff without tipping over. 

“Wait, patience, my pet,” he growled as you started to thrash and buckle, “patience,” he said yet again. His voice was too much, the low growling too deep. It spurred your climax on, and you were tipping, tipping and tipping over the edge of the cliff. He knew it, he felt it. You knew he was all too aware of what he did to your body. It hurt, it strained, it pounded, and all you wanted was release. Sweet release. 

“M-master, p-please,” you begged with a soulful plea in your voice. He chuckled, and you felt his smile against your skin. “Patience, pet, patience.” You nearly cried, you nearly screamed in frustration as the onslaught became too much. His rough hand, harsh yet steady, the rhythm constant. You buckled and writhed beneath his touch as he started to pant in your ear. You knew then that he would give you your release any moment. 

You felt his movement change; it softened. You whimpered. He slowed, and you whined. The vibration ended, and you buckled. His cold skin left your heated sex, and you writhed. The cliff had turned into a mountain, and you wanted to be thrown from its peak. “M-master, master please, please, I beg of you!” Your voice was hoarse, weak and muddled with a cry held back. “Pet,” he mumbled in that deep voice, your eyes whirled around and found his bulge. You wetted your lips, and the tears kept streaming from the pent-up sensations running amok through you. 

He had never left you before. He had never withheld your climax before. Never had he tortured you in such a way. It hurt. Your body hurt and strained. You shook, and sweat clung to you. “Pet,” he whispered before rising from the bed, “you have been so patient…” His words were growled, yet they were beyond approving. You tugged at your bonds, furious with him for leaving you at such a time. “Please!” you pleaded, not caring about the rules anymore. You needed to get off, desperately urgently. 

He gave you a smile, his eyes went from wicked to...something else. There was a look you had never seen before in his eyes, and it made your entire body tense up — which only further pushed you towards the climax as all your muscles strained. “Such patience, my pet,” he said, and those rough hands rose towards his cravat. 

Your fingers went numb from the strain against the rope. You tried to gulp down air as he loosened the cravat and pulled it free from his neck. It revealed a glimpse of his throat and neck. Something in you purred with delight. “Such, such patience,” he murmured again, and the room reverberated with the sound of his voice paired with your heaving breaths, “is worth a reward, I think.” 

He undid the top button of his frock, slowly — ever so agonisingly slowly. You quaked. “A reward of…” He kept undoing the buttons one by one until the frock opened, “me…” 

If anyone else had said it, you would have laughed; it would have been so unbelievably corny. But when he said it, you shivered and writhed on teh brink of madness atop the bed. He peeled off the fabric and stood beside you in his black pants and a white, long-sleeved shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top, and you swallowed hard. 

You wanted to beg for his touch, wanted to beg for his approval to touch him. “Do not get the wrong idea, pet,” he mused. “You are to be bound, to be ruled. I am not yours to do as you please with,” he mused further with such wicked delight in his onyx eyes as they met your (e/c) ones. “But you...are mine.” His words were final, and it made your heart pound with delight, and your stomach fluttered with joy. Your sex still pleading for him, his touch, your release. 

Severus unbuttoned his shirt with delicate care and shed the white fabric where he stood. You were silent, stunned. Never before had he shown himself in any way. Never had he divulged any form of his outside clothing. Yet he now stood there, half-naked. And it, was, glorious. Tears pricked your eyes yet again; from the strain, from the arousal, but most of all from his revelation. 

“Now, pet,” he mused in a dark whisper, “let me give you what you want…” As he said the words, your eyes widened, darkened. You wetted your lips, and he stepped closer, placed himself between your legs and licked your neck, kissed your collarbone one after the other. His lips moved down, down, down. Over your heaving chest, he gave each nipple a harsh lick before moving on as you trashed and struggled to not do so beneath him. He kissed a line from your chest down to your groin, and you tensed. Your climax still loomed unbearably close; it pulsed through you. Your pounding heart and racing pulse made you hot all over. 

“Such delicate taste,” he murmured as he gave your lower belly a single kiss before moving down to where you wanted him the most, where you needed him the most. Never before had he let his mouth travel so far down. Never before had he graced your aching sex with his lips and tongue. Never before had you felt such a lovely sensation.

“Now, pet, you may speak...as you need.” And those were the cautionary words, the words of warning about what was to come. He only uttered them when he was about to give you something ravishingly lovely. You tensed all over as his mouth set to work. Unprepared for the onslaught, the sensations, the heat and ferocity he devoured you with. He prompted you, teased you. It was devilishly hellish and splendid. Splendid in so many ways that it took away everything else. 

You fumbled around at the peak of the mountain in total darkness as you rose higher and higher, standing on your tippy-toes as the storm claimed you. He claimed you. He grabbed you and threw you off the mountain with such power that you fell for eternity as your climax claimed you. Caressed you like the wind, wet your skin like rain, cradled you like a heavy fog. You screamed his name, not his chosen title, his name. Not Master, but Severus. 

You panted, writhed, buckled and shook as the climax crashed over you again and again, over and over. It seemed to never end, an endless fall of pure pleasure. You cried, you hollered his name as a wolf would howl towards the full moon, you tugged against the bonds that held you and being unable to close your legs made the climax that much more intense. It rocked you to your core, and you had to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling. 

His cold hands deftly undid the ties, first around your ankles and then around your wrists. You were spent, but all you could feel was the need to touch him. To feel his skin under the palms of your hands. So you reached for him. But was met with only empty air. You opened your eyes, and he was no longer on the bed with you. No longer between your legs, and you had missed the chance to touch his skin. That near-white, lovely skin was beyond your reach as he slipped his shirt back on.

“Severus,” you said weakly, “please… I’ve-” “I know you have waited. Your patience has been perfect,” he said dismissively, and you recoiled from his words.

Had you not given everything? Had you not bound yourself to him in every way you could? Had you not given up all other pleasures to be only his, to use as he wished? Had you not done everything he asked? 

You felt broken where you lay on the bed, spent and shaking — in more senses than one. He seemed unruffled and as collected as always. As if it were a mere game, as if you were a toy to be played with when he pleased, only to be put back in a box when he was done. You felt used. Had you not come to love him these past months, you would have walked away... 

Had you not loved him, as you now do, you would have hated his guts. You would have screamed and yelled. You would have left and never come back. But you loved him, the wicked man now fully dressed had captured your heart like none other had ever managed. He had you bound; the ropes he used were just a physical aspect of it, and they meant nothing compared to the chains he shackled your heart with. 

“Severus, I-” you whispered in a near cry, and he turned to look at you. It silenced you instantly. His onyx eyes swirled and danced, his lips tightly pressed together, and his jaw was tense. You wanted to tell him that you had fallen for him. That you loved him. That you were truly bound to him. You wanted to tell him how you longed for him, his touch, and to touch him. Above all, to give him pleasure like he had countless times done for you. 

“Please, let me do for you what you do for me. Please,” you pleaded as you tried to get up from bed, but your body wouldn’t obey. Your muscles were drained of power, and you couldn’t manage the effort, so you sat on its edge. He arched a brow towards you yet said nothing. You felt it, you could feel  — all the way into your bones — that he knew you were his. 

He knew you loved him. He knew.

Severus stepped closer; oh so slowly he shortened the distance between you. “I am not as easy as you think,” he said with a harsh tone as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face so he could look at you. “I am not so easy to love as you wish—” his fingers tightened “—I am not one who loves.” You swallowed hard. He searched your eyes, and you willingly let him see it all. 

You were both still for a long moment; time seemed to slow as your breathing evened out. Courage of some form grew in your chest. “But I am. I am one who loves. For me, you are easy to love,” you confessed with a hoarse voice as you choked on your own need to cry for him. He huffed, but you wouldn’t break the eye contact you had. You kept his gaze firmly in yours. Unyielding. Something changed then. In him. His face softened ever so slightly. 

“You are a good pet,” he mused with a salacious grin, “and I will be your master for as long as I please.” His words were harsh, and darkness coiled around him as if the shadows were his friends. Your stomach twisted, yet your heart kept pounding for him. “However,” he then said with a new voice, one you had not heard before, “you might find, with patience as you seem to have, that I can be more.” He gave your lips one, soft, light, kiss, and you felt as though you would combust right then and there. 

Never had his lips been anywhere on your face. It was one of the rules. Never had he gone above your jawline, and never had your lips been anywhere on him— ever.

Something in you shifted, melted and froze. The chains he had on your heart rattled and clinked as they solidified. “Patience, I have plenty of… For you, master.” 

So, this is new for me, writing a fic based solely on the sexual aspect without softness. My Severus is usually soft and sweet, loving and caring for his one and only you (so to speak). But I had this idea in my mind that he could be harsh yet adoring, dark and domineering, yet still have a softness to him. I hope I managed to do the idea justice ^^ 

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[Oct:2020]

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The thought had you frozen. Unmoving. You barely even blinked, afraid to miss the moment he would look at you; acknowledge you in some way. But he did not. The train ride seemed to go on an on and you still weren't sure why he did not just apparate? He could, could he not? You could so why would the amazing professor be unable to? I don't understand, we literally could skip this whole damn train ride and just go instantly where ever you want to- "It is not that simple." His sudden words made you yelp and jump a bit, unprepared for the gruff voice sounding so close to your ear. 

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, "You may not know this, but there are people who would gladly keep tabs on my whereabouts. Using magic to travel leaves traces. Traces I would rather avoid at this particular moment." You hung on to every word he uttered in that low rumble of a voice and he was right, you didn't know and you had no clue as to why he would want to keep his whereabouts secret. How would one even trace him? He's not underaged, he doesn't have the Trace on him? 

"There are other ways..." he growled, "illegal, yes, but these people, do not care about such things." You shrunk in your seat, perhaps because how heavy his presence suddenly got or because his voice felt like a weighted blanket. "I, don't understand," you said with a low voice. He just huffed and shifted his gaze away from you. No explanation came and the silence-fog laid thick around you once again. 

You had left the train, you scurried behind him as he took larger, longer, quicker strides than you were used to. You walked slightly behind him through the little station; all around you people were on their way somewhere - their destinations clear in their minds. Yours was not. You had no idea where you were heading - still you followed Severus like a lost little puppy. Just happy to be close to him. 

His billowing coat was like a storming cloud on a windy moonlit night. You took care not to touch it, afraid of what the fabric would have felt like. Afraid of breaking the little spell you held on to; the little spell that kept him with you, allowed you to be close to him. You peered up towards his face, half-hidden behind the black hair the surrounded his head like curtains. What I'd do to run my hands through it... You scolded yourself for allowing your thoughts to wander again. He can read you mind stupid! 

You both stepped into a red bus, he led the way but stepped aside once you were near all the way back in the bus - he nodded with his head for you to sit in the seat closes to the window. As you were moving towards the seat you brushed up against his chest. You could have sworn that you felt his heart pound beneath those layers of fabric. 

Your cheeks blushed slightly, he arched his brow in that oh so gorgeous way and you looked at him through your lashes for a mere second before taking your seat. Your heart raced, your pulse roared in your ears and his divine smell reached you despite all other smells trying to invade your nose. You breathed in a long, steadying breath through your nose as you hoped he didn't realise what you were doing. Sage, peppermint and that smell that was all him filled you. Made you tingle in places nobody else had ever reached. Without physical touch.

The bus rolled into traffic and that silence became heavier for every stop you passed. His knee touched yours a few times and each time a jolt went through your body as if the stormcloud had released lightning. Breathe (y/n). Just breathe, you told yourself over and over as small beads of sweat were misting the skin of your neck. He was so close, to close, yet not close enough. 

I don’t even know where we are going… I’m such an idiot! Yes, by all means just follow the growling man with the extreme presence and let him take you where ever he pleases because you are nothing more than a little puppy happily wagging your tail for you master! MASTER?! Where the fuck did that come from? Your cheeks blushed and you hid your face from him by looking out the window. But you could feel how your face, ears and chest were burning up with - well embarrassment, yes but, excitement too perhaps? 

You hade struggled for the last 30 minutes with your thoughts, his presence, his smell, the jolting and burning sensations that seemed to have travelled all through your body. “We’re here,” he said and the low rumbling that was his voice caressed you like a night breeze. You nodded and trailed after him out of the bus. You had no clue where you were. You had never been in that town but the bus stop sign said ‘Cokeworth End’ at least so you were still in the town he had bought train tickets for - when did he have time to buy them? I left, he came straight after me? No? You pondered about the tickets for a mere moment.

His hand landed at the small of you back - you were instantly electrocuted by jolts of all kinds of emotions. Your body went stiff, rigid, and at the same time, it felt as though you melted. Somewhere deep inside something was soothed by that simple little placement of his hand. That tiny touch that was all new to you. “This way,” he said and gave you a little nudge. You needed that little push as you were apparently frozen in place. All thought going towards that large hand steering you softly but swiftly.  

You walked in a brisk pace, between houses and along some wider streets. All houses looked the same. The air was thick and heavy; but not in a good way. Dark clouds loomed above your heads and everything seemed to be dampened. At some point, Severus’s hand had started to push a bit harder, “Quickly,” he had murmured and you obliged. Where are we even- “Here,” he said and it interrupted your thoughts. 

He stepped up a few steps and unlocked a black door. In to a house, a home. No, wait? No fucking way! His house?! What the- I can’t be here! Alone. With. With him?! I can’t, I can’t be here! Your thoughts rushed and you took one step back. Severus turned around. His face harsh, his skin looked paler and those deep onyx eyes were swirling with some unknown emotion. Something you had never seen in those eyes before but much like that expression he had worn in the tunnel over two hours ago. Horror, it looked like horror and fear. It made you gulp. 

“Inside,” he huffed, “please…” he added with a clipped yet softer voice. You shook your head, I can’t go in there! That’s his house, his home! It’s not for me to enter! The conflicting emotions you held about wanting to enter, wanting to see, wanting to smell and sense the imposing man’s home battled with the fear of entering, the fear of crossing a line, the fear of being alone with him in the comfort of his own home. “Inside,” Severus said once more and gripped your arm, he hauled you inside with one harsh movement - yet it didn’t hurt and his grip was not too tight. Just assertive. 

His home was small yet had enough space for all comforts of a home from what you could see. You were, in all honesty, a bit overwhelmed. You looked around, your eyes wide as they took in as much of the home as you possibly could. From the worn carpet on the floor to the somewhat dusty lamp in the ceiling, from the paintings hanging on the walls to the books stacked just about everywhere. There were trinkets, vials, bottles and what you believed to be jars of different potions ingredients on every available space. 

But the house was not cluttered not dirty. It wasn’t unorganized our messy. There was order and everything was neatly placed. “Your, your home…” you mumbled and the chuckle that sounded from behind you made you turn. He was looking at you, his eyes bored into your own. Onyx coloured to your (e/c) ones. “Do not look so surprised. Despite rumours, I do not dwell in a dungeon. Neither do I live my life completely bound to Hogwarts. I do have a life besides my work and I do have a home besides my quarters at the school.” His voice rumbled and bounced against the walls in the little hallway. 

Your head hung slightly, you had not meant to offend him. That thought had not even occurred to you. YOu had never listened to rumours like that when you attended Hogwarts. “(y/n),” he said and to hear him say your name reminded you of that little puppy once more. You eagerly looked up at him, had you had a tail it would most likely have been wagging. Wagging ridiculously. 

He took a step towards you, you took a step back - why? You had no idea. He intimidated you, made your brain stupid, your fingers restless and you skin burn with a longing to touch and be touched. He halted, as did you. Your arms came up and wrapped around yourself. “Do not be afraid,” he said and his voice was soft. Yes, soft. It rumbled but softly like soft waves caressing a beach. You looked at his face, then your eyes wandered down. You counted the buttons and your fingers tingled with the need to unbutton them all. “I-” you had no idea what to say as your thought were invaded with thoughts of his naked skin against yours, his rough hands caressing, grabbing, stroking and exploring. 

You imagined ripping away his cravat after having untied it slowly, twelve buttons… Twelve buttons to undo… What, what would you do if I reached for you? What would you do if I wanted to undress you? Explore you? Kiss you? What would I do, if you’d let me rove over your body… Enjoy it, find it, stroke it… Love it... Your cheeks flushed. You felt hot and bothered as heat curled through your body like a hungry snake. Wrapped itself around every limb. It suffocated you. Slowly. Deliberately. 

Memories flashed in your mind. Potion class. A billowing coat. Thundering heart. Pounding between your legs. Lonely nights in the dorm. Cold eyes. Unyielding lips. Dismissive huffs. Cold shoulders. Years of denial. Years of hiding. It rushed towards and through you like galloping centaurs. You were panting. Light sweat started to mist your skin and your hands shook. 

What would you do, what would happen, if I unbuttoned those twelve buttons… If I kissed you… If I loved your body as I love your mind and soul..? “(y/n).” The single word of your name left his lips in a silent breath. It danced in the air. Your eyes grew wider as the realisation hit you. He had yet again read your mind. But before you had a chance to blush further or yell words of intrusion he stepped towards you. 

It caught you off-guard. His movements were so graceful and swift. He grabbed you, fiercely. Your body suddenly pressed against his. His cold hands landed on your body, one at the small of your back pressing you towards him, one at the nape of your neck holding you tightly to he could look straight into your wavering eyes. “Do, not, play, with me…” His words were a rush of breath - so silent yet so strong. It heated your face and his grip tightened as your own hands travelled up to his shoulders. 

“S-severus, this is, this is wrong.” Your words stilled him, his body seemingly frozen. “Why?” he simply asked without letting you go. You stuttered but pressed out the words. “We were student and professor, your amazing and wonderful in every sense, I have longed for you since; since forever and you… You…” Tears pricked at your eyes and he placed a soft, oh so feather-light, kiss on your forehead. “We were. Not any longer. My feelings for you, this, is not new. It is ancient as the world. It has been forever and will be forever. My affection and want for you are unparalleled,” he said before leaning slightly back so you could see all of his face. The hooked nose, the thin mouth, the harch lines and the dark circles under his eyes. It all was perfection, to you. 

You could not fathom what he was saying, how could his feelings for you be ancient? How could it be as old as the world itself? It confused you to no end but at the same time, you were filled to the brink of explosion with joy and relief. “Severus…” you mumbled his name and he gave you another one of those smiles. I just want you to kiss me, kiss me and be done with it… “No, (y/n), we will never be done. But we will begin,” he said and you had no time to collect yourself before his lips were pressed to yours. His grip hard and firm, his pounding heart could be felt against your own chest as he pressed himself into you. 

Jolt after jolt travelled through you. Your hands snagged in his hair, he was moving you backwards. You did not care. You feasted on his lips as if you were a starving dog given a chunk of meat. No, no you were feasting on him as a puppy would lick its master when he came home - with joy and excitement.  ...like you were my master… The thought rolled through you and Severus broke the kiss. You whimpered at the loss of contact. “Call me that again and we won’t make it to the bedroom,” he warned gravely and your face heated as your legs felt unsteady. “Get out of my mind…” you breathed while panting form the kiss. 

He growled and lunged for your lips again. You took every stroke and lick of his lips, every press was answered eagerly by you. It was no secret to you that part of your love for him was his power, his presence, his way of being. It was a big part of him and that domineering, harsh part of him was what had lured you in from the beginning. You; sensitive, soft, kind (y/n) had been bound to a grim, unyielding, brutal man of seemingly never-ending darkness. You were frightened yet enthralled by the man. You feared his darkness yet knew that there could be no dark without light and the darker the shadow the brighter the light behind it. 

You were moving again, up some stairs, you stumbled several times yet he held you firmly - kept you from falling. His strength was unyielding and your body was light to him. “Severus…” you panted as he opened a door behind you with a slight squeak. “Hush,” he said and kissed you yet again but this time he travelled down your chin and landed on your throat. The warmth of his lips was searing. The bedroom was dark and you could barely make out any details. Not that you even tried. You were too occupied by him. His lips, his hands, his breathes. 

He pulled at your jacket, you shed it on the floor. Your shirt was next, he didn’t even bother with he buttons as he just ripped it open to expose your (s/c) skin to him. “Your beautiful,” he murmured and kissed your collarbones one by one. His hands held your hips, they were cold yet burned you. I, I can’t, I need… Like a puppy needs petting from its master I need- Severus’s growl rippled through the heavy air and he raised himself up to his full height. “Do not play with me, do not call me that unless you want to play…” His words were harsh and his eyes wicked. Ignited as you had never seen them before. You swallowed harshly. 

You fingers trailed down from his hair, over his shoulders and towards the cravat. You looked up at him through you lashes with a wicked smile. You, master, have no idea what I’ve been dreaming of… You did not say the words out loud, that was too much but in mind, you could speak however and about whatever. You were braver in your mind than in your words. He arched an eyebrow towards you, you untied the cravat and pulled it from around his neck. You tossed it behind you in hopes of it landing on the bed somewhere back there. 

“(y/n), careful now…” You gave him a small yet wicked grin as you moved to his many buttons of the frock beneath the billowing coat. You stopped before touching the first button. You instead grabbed the shoulders of the coat and pushed it off his shoulders. He let go of your hips to let the coat fall to the floor.  “Thank you,” you said softly and his hands were back on your hips. Holding you firmly. To steady you or himself you didn’t know. 

Your hands move to the first button again and slowly you began unbuttoning all twelve buttons. The tension was heavy, the aris seemed too still and no sounds were heard. As if the house was locked away somewhere - hidden somewhere no others could reach. It was just him and you. 

As you released the last button his frock coat opened fully - revealing a black shirt with more buttons. You pulled at the frock coat and it - with some force - came of him. You were panting, his chest was heaving. Your heart pounded and your own blood seemed to roar in your ears. “Don’t gawk,” he said harshly as you were indeed gawking at the many, many little buttons of his shirt. Your fingers were already feeling a bit numb and your hands were shaking. You were too aroused, too eager, you had longed for too long after this moment. It could not come fast enough for you. Fucking buttons! You roared in your head as you scowled at the black little buttons. Severus chuckled and let go of your hips. 

He pushed you slightly backwards, your calves hit the end of the bed when you stopped moving. He deftly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off together with your shoes and socks - you had no idea how he did it but you were nearly naked in an instant. He’s experienced… Too, too experienced maybe? You suddenly felt shy and scared of what was to come. You didn’t have a great deal of experience, a little but apparently not enough to satisfy him. Maybe I can’t, maybe he won’t… Maybe I’m not good enough for- “Schhh, no more. Do not belittle yourself or the pleasure I find in you, you have no idea (y/n)... No, idea,” he said harshly in a low rumbling growl. 

His words echoed in your heart and groin. You nearly whimpered as his finger stroked you jawline softly but with intent. He held your gaze for a moment before his eyes flicker to your mouth. “Lay down, pup,” he said oh so softly. You obeyed and lowered yourself down to the bed before moving upwards. He roved your body with his dark eyes, a wicked gleam to them that had not been there a moment earlier. 

He ripped open his shirt, no buttons scattered. They just slid through their holes as if obeying a command from him. You whimpered and panted as he stood before you, shirtless. His pale skin glowed form what little light came through the two windows in the room. You let your eyes linger a bit before you watched as his hands deftly undid his pants and got rid of the rest of his clothes in some swift movements that were somehow graceful. 

You wetted your lips as he stood before you in all his naked glory. He was not what you had expected. He was not what you had thought. He had a slight belly, yet his body was not fat or untrained. His thighs were wide and looked ridged. His manhood was far from what you had ever dreamt of. Not in your wildest dreams had you been able to imagine such pride of a limb. 

“Approve?” he asked with a rumble, you had no words for him. Only a nod. He gave you a small smile and took the two steps needed to arrive at the foot of the bed. “You take away all my thoughts of right, you obliterate all my walls, you, (y/n), make me a monster of lust…” His words washed over you and it felt as though they had been inside of him for a long, long time. “Spread your legs, pup,” he commanded with a soft bite to his dark voice. You obeyed instantly. 

Sweat misted your skin as he crawled up between your legs. He kissed end nibbled, licked and stroked with his lips and tongue. You whimpered and bucked as he reached the apex of your thighs, right by your groin. He gave you a final, soft lick before travelling up your belly. Over your chest with a light flick of his tongue over each nipple that was stiff with arousal. “Severus…” you panted as his mouth kept travelling towards you own. “Pup…” he breathed against your cheek, “look at me…” You moved your head and looked at him as one of his cold hands travelled up the side of your body and the other kept him steady by the side of your head. 

“Say it, once more. I’ll listen to your mind…” He said, seemingly he understood that in actual words you were not as brave, not as strong or vulgar. But in mind, you could tell him, you could ask him. You could say the things your dark side longed to utter. Love with me, touch me, connect with me in every way physically possible… Master… Your thoughts were hushed and your skin showed the heat that swirled through your veins from the thoughts, his touch, his proximity. 

He smiled; a soft yet wicked smile. His onyx eyes gleamed and seemed to turn black as he leaned in and kissed you fervently. The passion he held for you leaked through as his movements quickened. Hardened. “Mmh, pup…” he mumbled before he dove to your groin - licking, suckling, stroking and loving with his lips and tongue. You whimpered his name as he drove you towards your destination of climax. 

“Open your legs, pup.” His command was harsh and you obeyed instantly. “That’s it, good pup.” You felt embarrassed and endeared, belittled and empowered by his nickname for you in this game of dominance. He kept up his play of torture as his hands kneaded your thighs and hips. His skin misted with sweat and his breaths seemed harder and faster - just as your own were. 

Your hands fisted in his hair and he hissed as you tugged but you felt, you could simply tell, that he enjoyed your harsh grip of his black tendrils. “Severus…” you whined as he built you up, up, up. Forced you to climb higher and higher. He gave one final stroke of his tongue and left you right on the edge. Every muscle in your body was tens, every nerve ending tingled and you felt such a need for release that tears pricked your eyes. He took his sweet time to climb your body, his skin rubbing against your own as he laid atop of you. 

You pleaded, begged and writhed beneath him. Yet he gave you no release. “P-please,” you whined as tears rolled down your cheeks and he kissed them away. “Tell me you’ll stay,” he said. His voice was void of passion and heat, void from lust and feeling. It was a hollow sound that stabbed you right in the heart. Wrenched around like a rusted blade. Wha- what are you talking about? I, I don’t, what? You had no idea what he was asking you or what he wanted. You could not wrap you overheated brain around his words or his empty voice.

“Tell me you will stay, (y/n). Please,” he breathed and laid a light kiss to your temple. You shuddered as his manhood poked you. He was just as aroused as you, you could feel it. Yet he could speak with such hollowness. I will say whatever you want me to say... “I’m not asking for what I want you to say, I’m asking for you to stay, be mine, live with me. Be mine,” he growled and heat came back to his voice, passion spilt from his body like waves of heat. 

Your heart quickened. Your brain went blank. The passion coiling and writhing within you became a dull ache. The world fell away as the reality of his words hit you like a bag of bricks. “You- you want me?” you stuttered, your voice half chocked. He only nodded, he did not look at you and you felt as though he was afraid to do so. As if something would change if he did. “Is it not obvious that I want you (y/n)? Have I not bared myself for you? Brought you to my home? In to my bed…” 

His pride poked you again and it drew out a small his from you as the passion and arousal surged and came back with full force. “I will stay, forever.” You said the words with finality. There was, after all, nothing you wanted more than him. He was everything, even though you did not really know him you knew him more than most. You knew him, you felt him. He knew you, he felt you. There was something, a bond or bridge between you and nothing would be able to destroy it. I will stay with you until the end of time… Sev… You let your thoughts ring clear as the tears rolled down from a new reason

“Submit to me… Pup,” he said and the game was back. You were his, he was yours. A Master with his puppy. The idea thrilled you and you started to let him in. You submitted to him as you had never surrendered before. You gave him everything, let him take whatever he wanted as he gave you so much more in return. 

Together you climbed, him between your legs, pounding relentlessly while stroking and petting you. He gave you soft kisses and harsh licks from time to time anywhere he could reach. Higher and higher you went until there was no more space to climb, as the world fell away from underneath your feet and you both fell through a core shattering climax. He moaned your name and it was the most glorious sound you had ever heard. Unlike him, you panted his name in a rush. Too consumed by the burning sensation that filled your body and too rallied by the tensing of muscles and tingling of nerves.    

It took a long while before you could breathe again. It took even longer for your body to relax. But what took the longest was realising that you had been asked, and said yes, to stay with him. Be his. Be with him. But… what, what does that mean exactly? “It means,” you jumped slightly from his sudden words, “that I love you.” You went utterly still. Frozen. “It means, I will be yours and you will be mine.” He gave a kiss to your shoulder before he rose up on his side, supported by one arm as his other arm draped over you. “It means, we will live together and love each other in every way possible.” 

Your body tingled again, it was all so sudden and your day had been brutal and wonderful. You were tired and wiped out. He just smiled and kissed your soft cheek. “Sleep,” he said in that rumbling voice of his. But you could not follow that command. “No,” you said softly, “no I don’t want to sleep. I want to lay here with you - until today becomes tomorrow…” Fear crept through you, just in case midnight breaks this spell and I lose you forever along with anything resembling a life. 

Your thoughts were dark and Severus seemed to not be pursuing your mind at that moment as he only kissed the top of your head and pulled the cover over the both of you. You snuggle din close to him and he seemed unsure of what to do. It made you smile, “Just hold me, please,” you said softly, sweetly. “I have never done that before,” he said as he tentatively allowed you to curl up in his arms, your head against his chest. “I figured, don’t worry, you’re already doing it perfectly…” You mumbled as you felt that post-climax heaviness take over your body. Perhaps I’ll sleep, just, just for a moment… 

You fell asleep in Severus’s arms, to the steady thumping of his heart and his strong arms wrapped protectively around you. You could have sworn that you felt him smile right as sleep claimed you. Right as you left reality only to be disappointed by your dreams since nothing could compare to your reality now.

Hey guys! So this took a long time to get posted but I just wrote this entire thing - today, like right now. xD It was a challenge I tell you, but I’m hoping you really liked this fic! ^^ Also… Writing sexual scenes so that the reader can be a male (have a male gender) or a female (have a female gender) is damn hard guys! O.O But, I think I managed, what do you guys think? xD 

[Oct:2020]

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

You weren't really afraid of the dark, the night, the woods - no you feared something else. Something you had left behind, ran away from. Something that could actually hurt you. "No going back, no turning back, just, just keep moving (y/n). That's all, just keep moving," you murmured to yourself with a small sigh as you tilted your head back, your eyes towards the full moon. 

You found it strange though, that the moon was so big and bright yet the darkness in the woods paid no head to its light. As if the moon could not reach below the tips of the looming trees. And it was so quiet, the silence was almost deafening. Not afraid, I am not afraid of the damn woods. Or the dark, you thought as you hugged yourself for some kind of protection against the cold night air. 

"Heels, running away in heels and no damn jacket. I'm great at running away, utterly fucking brilliantly done!" Your voice rang out and bounced against the tree trunks around you. It felt as though the woods almost shouted back at you. Okay, you had to admit that these woods felt like no other you had ever been in. They felt, old. Haunted. Ha! Haunted. What am I, 12? Haunted, you tsked and shook your head while rolling your eyes.

A twig snapped. You stopped. Another twig snapped, you looked around. Nothing. there was nothing in the dark. You saw nothing between the tree trunks and nothing on the road. "Probably a dear," you murmured and started walking again. Your steps a tad faster, a tad rushed. Your heart pounded slightly harder, your breaths stuck a tiny bit in your throat. Nothing there, there is nothing there, you chanted in your mind as you naked feet hit the ground faster and faster. 

Another snap, the sound made you jump. It sounded, closer. "Who's there?" you called out as you stood utterly still. Nobody answered. You looked around but the darkness seemed even tighter, blacker, thicker. It felt heavy on you. "Wh-who's there?" you called again and you wanted to smack yourself - this is exactly like those damn horror movies where the stupid main character calls out for the damn murderer and he's like right there but he won't answer, of course he won't- a growl cut your thoughts short. 

In an instant your heart pounded, cold sweat misted your skin and you could not move. You were frozen in place. Stuck. Panic struck. Your breaths were shallow, rushed. Another twig snapped and it made you break free from the frozen stance. You ran, you ran for your life. 

Your feet pounded the ground, sticks and roots almost made you fall several times but you kept going. You heard thudding behind you, heavy thuds. As from big paws and that growl was there yet again. It rumbled towards you, through you, made your blood curl. "F-faster," you heaved in a shallow pant. The thudding came closer, fast. Too fast for you to outrun. Shit! It was the only word your panicked mind could come up with. 

You stumbled, nearly lost your balance and it gave you a glimpse of what was behind you. Something with hunched back, long limbs, glowing eyes and teeth - fucking sharp teeth. You turned your face forward again, your lungs burned, your heart pounded and your legs were so unstable it felt as though the ground were shaking beneath your feet. 

Another stumble, this time you fell. Hard. You hit the ground in a rolling motion and finally hit a tree that gave your shoulder and head a hard welcome with a scraping sensation. "Fuck!" you hissed and grabbed the back of your head to ease the sharp pain and for a second you were so distracted you forgot the creature that hunted you. That second didn't last. 

You looked up and a pitched shriek left your mouth as the wolf-like creature growled and lunged towards you. And all you could think was that you were going to die without shoes on in a dirty dress on some godforsaken road in abso-fucking-lutly nowhere. Your hands flew up to protect your head, or field the creature from your view - you didn't know. It was pure instinct. 

The claws hit you first, they sunk into your already hurting shoulder and the pain was so instant, so intense it gave you no time to react. You didnät even have time to take half a breath. "Reducto!" A blue light flashed blindingly, a howling whimper filled your ears as the claws were ripped out of your shoulder and several thuds followed. As if a body bounced on the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt heated liquid flow from your shoulder. The pain hadn't quite registered yet in your adrenaline- and fear-fueled panicked state. 

"Petrificus Totallus!" A dark voice called out and the sound made you shrink, curled you up in a fetus position on the hard ground as your shoulder ached and your head pounded. Your pulse raced and your heart hammered in your too-tight chest where oxygen could not quite find its way down into your lungs. The world was spinning violently. 

Something, someone, grabbed your arm. "Are you hurt? Bitten?" The words were hard, almost growled, and commanding. It made you snap your eyes towards the persons face. Was that a fatal mistake or what... Your mouth opened but no sound came as you gawked, you gawked at the man before you. His black hair, the hard features, his hooked nose and this penetrating black eyes. It felt as though your heart stopped. The world stopped. Everything got put on hold. Everything just ceased to exist. 

He was perfection in a rough way. He was perfection in an ageing body. He was perfection in an unforgiving way. Who- your thought was cut off as his eyes left yours and his cold fingers touched your shoulders, a bit too harshly. You hissed. "Not bitten," he stated in a rumbling voice that seemed to seep into every fibre of your shivering body, "just claws, good." Good? GOOD?! I was nearly- your thoughts once more ceased as his eyes returned to yours. They were spellbindingly black. 

He tilted his head slightly, something seemed to tug at the corner of his mouth. In the next moment, he held a vial against your lips. You jerked your head away and hissed as it bounced against the tree-trunk behind you, fueling the pounding and aching that was already there."It will help the pain," he hushed and his voice seemed softer. More gentle in its growling manner. It surprised you, you had no real idea why but it seemed out of place coming from the dark man. 

Before you had time to protest the vial tipped and its content flowed into your mouth. You coughed and spluttered but it was too late. It was already in you. "What did you give me?" you panted as everything went back to spinning. But it was a soft spinning, a smooth spinning. Panic clawed at you as your body started to go limp. You were losing control and it gave horrible flashbacks as your anxiety climbed ever higher. 

He didn't answer, at first, he just looked at you intently. You were slumping, crumbling in front of him. your head swayed and he grabbed you firmly, leaned you against him as he snaked his arm around your neck and shoulders - this time he didn't touch the wounds. Your head lulled to the side, rested on his strong arm, as darkness seemed to creep closer.

"Wh-what, what did, did you-" Your words faded as your eyelids closed; despite your best efforts to keep them open. It went dark and the last thing you felt were strong arms lifting you up off the ground and then, nothing. 

Your stomach churned, you groaned and turned. Pulling the covers tighter. Damn hangover- but before the thought ended you bolted upright. Your surroundings were blurry and before you had time to do more than lean over the edge of the bed you heaved your guts out all over the floor. Your throat burned, your eyes stung with tears as you heaved and heaved. It felt as though you were going to die. The pain, the ringing in your ears, the pounding in your entire body. You heaved again, and again until there was nothing left in your stomach to expulse. 

"Fuck," you mumbled in a hiss as you moved your hand to your forehead slick with sweat. You felt terrible, words couldn't even describe it. You kept your eyes shut as you laid back in bed. You winced as your head hit the pillow and bolted up again. The pounding came from both inside and outside your head. "What happened?" you mumbled as you opened your eyes. 

"You were attacked," the gruff voice startled you and you whipped your head towards the sound. As your eyes took in the glorious man that stood a few steps away everything came rushing back. The car breaking down, the phone not working, the dark woods, the snapping twigs, the creature, the running, the screaming, the stumbling, the fall, the pain, the claws... 

Your heart pounded, you were hyperventilating as your thoughts attacked from all directions and the physical pain magnified. Your stomach churned and you felt as if you were going to be sick again. You lunged towards the edge of the bed only to dry-heave as you had no more content in your stomach. Your back arched, your shoulder stung, your head pounded and fear crept through your entire body as the memories filled your mind. 

A cold hand landed on your back, it gave soothing circles at a slow pace. It calmed the churning, soothed the panic. Then memories of the dark man flashed. They invaded your mind. The eyes, the nose, the harsh lines, the hair, the voice, the commanding aura he had had. The man now stroking your back ever so softly. You tilted your head only to see black and purple fabric, buttons and a pale hand placed on a wide thigh belonging to the man now sitting on the edge of the bed right next to you. 

You sat up slowly, as your eyes travelled up. Followed the buttons all the way up to a black cravat and then a masculine jaw only to reach thin lips, that hooked nose and then the eyes. The eyes you had thought were black in the dark of the night. They were not. Onyx, onyx with a brown hue... He arched an eyebrow masterfully and the churning in your stomach turned to something else, something softer. Something warming. 

"You-, I-, where am I?" your words stumbled out of you and his cold hand stopped making the soft strokes in a circle formation. "What do you remember?" he asked in that gruff voice that came close to a growl. Your eyebrow knitted together as you wondered why he didn't just answer. Then another memory came rushing back.

"You drugged me! You drugged me!" you shrieked and tried to get back from the man who only sat there on the edge of the bed, rigid and harsh. "I did not drug you," he said matter-of-factly with that commanding voice and it made you shiver, "I simply gave you a sleeping draught," he continued. Your eyes widened as he spoke, what the hell is a sleeping draught?! 

The man looked at your face intently, it made that fluttering, warming sensation tingle in your stomach again. "Had I know," he sighed, "that you are a muggle I would have just altered your memory and been done with it by now," he said gruffly. "I'm a- what? What are you talking about? Where am I? Where have you taken me?!" Your voice rose as your anxiety did the same. The room was unfamiliar and it felt old. It felt wrong somehow. 

"Calm yourself," he growled, "you are safe." Yeah, right like that's going to make me feel safe!  You looked around, there was a door at the other end of the room, I can make it, I- I can run for it. In a flash you heaved of the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. you ran for the door and pulled it wide open. A livingroom met you and you located the next door, you took another step and the dizziness hit you, your knees buckled and you lost control of your limbs. 

He caught you, before you hit the floor he had caught you in his arms. Your body was pressed against him as he held you tightly. "Let me go," you mumbled feebly as your body felt numb. "No," he stated as he cradled you in his arms again, "you're weak, had I know you were a muggle I would have given you less of the sleeping draught." His words were harshly clipped and you tilted your head to look up at him as he walked with you in his arms back to the bed. "You talk funny," you said and a smile spread over your lips as your brain fogged a bit. A giggle escaped you right before he softly placed you back on the bed and you were gone. The darkness had claimed you again and the churning continued wich gave you a restless slumber. 

You stirred, your head pounded viciously as you curled up under the thick covers; pulling them close. "You're awake," a drawl that made you shiver, "I was beginning to wonder," he continued in a hushed growl and it made the very bones in your body ache. Who is this man? What the fuck is this shit? I feel like, like, oh I have no fucking clue what this shit in my tummy is! Your thoughts were muddled yet clear. Half-formed yet set in stone in some strange way. It was hard to pinpoint. 

You peeked up from under the covers, he was sitting on a chair right by the side of the bed. His back ramrod straight, his arms crossed over his chest. Your eyes got stuck on the button at the very top of his collar. You swallowed and something mused in the bottom of your belly. Something warm, fluttering, swirling, curling, slithering, something indescribable. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs as he intertwined his fingers. Your eyes flicked toward his as his gaze met yours. It was intense, to say the least. "I-" Well, how were you feeling? Your head pounded, your shoulder ached, your stomach was in some form of upheaval and you couldn't think straight to save your life. "I don't know," you answered truthfully after a heartbeat. He arched a brow to perfection; as if he had mastered the art many years ago. Perhaps he had? 

"You were not bitten, thank Merlin, but your shoulder is in a bad way. I'd suggest, not moving your arm too much," he said in that gruff voice and it melted something in you. Something you had not even know was frozen.  How, odd... You thought, I don't, I don't feel scared... The thought was unnerving as you were somewhere unknown, with a strange man, bruised and battered - perhaps still somewhat drugged. 

His eyes narrowed, something made him tense his jaw and it made you want to hide and revel in his gaze at the same time. "What, may I ask, are you running from?" You stiffened at his words, how had he know? You let your own eyes sink, fell away from the man and your focus landed on the tattered rug on the floor. "You spoke, in your sleep," he continued as by way of explaining the question. You sighed heavily as your body grew tired. Not sleepy tired, just, tired. So damn tired. 

"Everything,"  you simply answered, deflated. If this man will end my existence then perhaps I should just let him? Should I just find myself in being kidnapped? Being stuck here? Maybe it's fate or something... Your thoughts were dark as you remembered the pain and hurt from your life. The horrible people, the damning words, the ugly and the disgusting parts of the real world. 

His cold hand landed softly, gently, on top of your own that held the end of the cover. you shivered but did not move. "Everything, is a big thing to flee from." His words were simple yet soothing. "I suppose' it is," you answered and it felt as if your hand would burn by his touch. Like fire of ice. It sent goosebumps up your arm and down your spine. 

You laid there in silence for a long time as his hand rested upon your own. Something had left you; will or spirit, perhaps both. You could feel it slip from you in a strange lull. But it felt, good. It felt like an opening, a demolition of something you had built yourself. As if you could hear the cracking, the thudding of rock falling away, a great wall crumbling. 

No, will have not left you. Neither had spirit. The cold of his skin soothed in a new way, a soft way, a safe way. "May, may I ask your name?" you stuttered as your eyes blinked back tears that you hadn't even realised were streaming from your eyes. "Severus," he said, "and yours?" "(y/n)," you answered and could not help but let his name dance in your mind combined with your own. 

"Well, (y/n), I am glad you are all right. Things could have been worse, much worse." His words made you shift and you sat up. He tried to move his hand but you grabbed it, why? You had no idea but the thought of his skin not being in contact with yours were horrifying in a new way. "What happened?" He sighed yet said nothing. You prompted him with a look and he seemed to give in. "A werewolf," he said and you felt yourself turn white as the sheet tangled between your legs. "A what?" "Werewolf," he enunciated the word harshly as if you had trouble understanding the word itself. That was not it. Werewolves did not exist; they were myth, legend, belonged in fairytales or horror movies. 

"A werewolf? Yeah, sure, okay..." you mumbled and he chuckled. "Yes, I am aware they do not exist to you people but I assure you, they are very real. And you came close to being one’s dinner," he said and something vibrated in his voice. Anger or fear, a mixture of both even. "Seriously, what happened?" Your voice was exasperated and you felt no need to play silly games. But he just looked at you intently. Not budging or wavering. 

"I used a spell to get it away from you and a spell to bind it," he said hoarsely and his hand held yours even tighter. "I should have just wiped your memory and left you," he grumbled harshly, "but I, couldn't." He looked at you as if there was something in you he wanted. You should have recoiled, but you felt no fear or anxiety from him or his words that were - in all honesty - quite brutal. "Why?" It was the only word you could find in your scrambled brain. "You, you smiled at me..." His voice was so low you could barely make out the soft words. Had you smiled at him? You couldn't remember. "It wasn't so much the smile as the, the way you looked when you smiled. Breathtaking," he whispered and that fluttering warmth exploded as it filled your body. 

You smiled, you couldn't help it. As you looked at the man that seemed so far from this world you knew you smiled. As you looked at the man that seemed unlike any other man you had ever met you smiled. It was instinct. Something beyond your mind. "Like that," he breathed and the hand you held shook slightly. You blushed, I haven't blushed in years! What, what is this?   "Am I still drugged?" you asked with a confused expression, he tilted his head so that the black hair swayed but assured you you weren't. He even frowned at the word 'drugged'. 

"Then, what is this I'm feeling? I- I have no words for it," you said and you felt that cracking again, something falling away and you felt nearly naked. "I do not know," he murmured harshly and his eyebrows knitted together, "but I feel it too..." Your heart had begun pounding inside your heaving chest. The world felt out of order. You felt sprawled for the universe and naked before life. 

"I have never felt it, like this, before." You watched him as he spoke and the world tilted in favour of him. You swayed as you tried to find what way was up and what was down. He grabbed you e mere moment before you would have toppled out of bed. "Easy, he growled, "easy," he said yet again as he steadied you. "What are you doing to me?" you asked breathlessly as the universe continued to tilt and wobble. "I am not doing a thing to you, it is you who are disrupting my entire existence." 

The words hit you in a rushed snarl, like thunder in lightning's wake. Your lips ached to be pressed against his. Your fingers tingled with the need to touch his face as your body felt near burning point with some primal need for the dark man that had - all things considered - kidnapped you. 

The world spun around you yet he was completely in focus. You could see each line of his face, each detail fo his skin, each silky strand of hair that framed the savagely beautiful face. "I-" you stuttered with such a pleading voice you nearly wanted to hide from embarrassment. "Hush," he said but you shook your head. "No, I- I need-" well you needed him - for whatever reason your whole being screamed in some fevered delirium of need for him. 

His hand travelled up from your arm to your neck and then your face as he caressed your skin gently yet firmly. As if the need that swirled in you also swirled in him. But it was more, so much more than mere lust. There was something new in the feeling, something unbound. Chain shattering, wall breaking, world-altering. 

You swallowed as his finger graced your lush lips. Whimpered as he leaned in. Moaned as his lips met yours, melted your bones and rallied every tingling nerve to attention. It blew away the sorrow. Forced the darkness to part. Caressed away the ice. Mended that which had since long been broken beyond repair. 

The ache and hurt vanished as your body responded to his touch. Your lips parted to allow him access and his warm tongue slipped inside, welcomed by your own. It felt as though you had walked alone for so long only to be graced by this man, this cold darkness that felt lovingly sweet. 

Through an open gate, he barged in, the naked light of moonlight illuminated him as he waltzed across your lawn. As the trees bowed and swayed to him. As the wall crumbled with a thunderous cracking. He reached you, atop the rooftops of you impenetrable castle. He found you bound and chained only to free you with a gentle stroke across the locks. 

The kiss deepened as he hauled you away from that damned rooftop while the wall broke to every last brick. He had shattered it all. Broken your barriers and swept you away. 

How? You had no idea. Why? you dared not ask. To where? You did not care. 

The fairytales did not do it justice; true love. Love at first sight. Love so wholly out of this world that words could never define it. Love so shattering no mending was possible. Love so altering that no god or higher power could force the world back in order. Love so forceful no storm could rival it. Love so chaotic no devil could compete. Love so fierce not even a fool would dare question it. 

His lips left yours and you felt bereft. As if the very air you needed to breathe was taken from you. As if he withheld you the right to exist without his lips touching yours. The room spun and it felt as though you were about to collapse or fly off to some heavenly delight. But the burning of his eyes told you something different. There would be no heaven; or sweetness. There would be no soft clouds or sunlit meadows. There would be hell; and fire. There would be thunder and lightning. There would be crashing and burning. 

You wanted it all. 

You did not know him. He was a mystery of the universe. He was heaven and hell. He was dark and cold yet bafflingly warm. His face was marred by harsh lines of life and rough skin yet it was the most beautiful one you had ever laid eyes on. Your breath caught in your throat as his hand yet again caressed you cheek; softly. 

His touch said it all, as did the burning of his eyes, the trembling of his body - just as yours were trembling with restraint. A war between your mind and body; keeping you from lunging at him and claim him as you had never claimed anything in your life before. 

"You're bleeding again," he murmured as his eyes flickered to your should. You felt neither the pain nor the warm blood that trickled from the re-opened wounds. "Don't be afraid," he said as he pulled something from his robe. You weren't. No fear corded around your senses. Your eyes did not leave his face as he focused on your shoulder and something dragged softly across your skin as he said words you did not understand. 

Then a burning could be felt, followed by an intense sting as your wounds closed. As if by magic. Hell and fire, higher powers and world-altering sensations, magic has nothing on what I feel for you... What's a little magic when I seemed to have completely lost my mind and world. The thought was that of abandonment. You abandoned all sense of right, of logic and reality. He had, after all, already claimed your entire universe so what was one little reality?

Had you not already gone through hell on earth and survived? Had you not already dealt with the devil in humans? Had you not already writhed in pain and shut the world out of your heart? So what was the loss of a little logic when he was to gain? 

"I, I think I've gone mad," you mumbled and he chuckled. It was a deep sound, a rough sound. "You have not gone mad," he mused, "your reality as just altered." "That's, that's one way to put it," you whispered as his burning eyes locked with yours and the universe began its altering yet again to realign its centre to him. As if it all began and ended with him. 

"(y/n)," he said softly, "I think I may have gone mad though," he continued. You leaned closer to him, desperate for those lips. As if you were held underwater and desperately tried to swim towards the surface for air. "How come?" you asked breathlessly as his lips were a mere inch away. "I feel, as though, you have turned me into somebody loved." It made you smile, you had no control over it. Or the heat that roiled through your body. "You turn me into somebody alive," you whispered, "somebody loving..." "Somebody loved," he added and the memories of all the darkness in the world fogged. As if he righted all wrongs. Wiped the slate clean. Gave a new world. 

He was a new world. To you. For you. As your lips clashed again it was all to clear that this man would be your life and death, your heaven and hell. Your commander; saviour. The caress of sunlight and ripping of thunder would all come from him. This growling man of darkness was all things; without him, there would be nothing but an empty void of death.  

You had found the one thing that seemed lost out there in the world. Truth. Love. Will. Spirit. It had many names; that thing that held all things. That thing that gave all things and took all things. That thing that was the essence of life and death. 

For you, it was called Severus. Always would it be him. Eternally you were to be his. Permanently he would be all. Irrevocably the world was transformed. Forever you would love him. Unconditionally. 

So I hope you enjoyed this! I’m leaving things a little open here at the end so you can imagine it ending however you want! :) Usually, I don’t do that but I feel as though it is needed here - or we would go on forever xD 

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