You are an actor who became famous in the French scene before the war, but since the war began, you have found yourself working as an engineer at Le Gamaar Cinema, cleaning, fixing, and running the film projectors for the small cinema. You loved your job as you could shut yourself up in a quiet room and tinker with mechanics. Your job became much more stressful when Emmanuelle and Marcel told you that in a few months the cinema would host the first screening of Stolz der Nation with many high-ranking Nazis. Only a few weeks later, they brought you into their plan to burn the entire place down. You immediately agreed to help.
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You stand in the entrance room to the cinema, the tight dress you chose cutting into your hips and bust. You had drawn the short straw among your two other collaborators; you had been given the task of mingling with the crowd and keeping an eye on the head of security, Hans Landa, so that he would not uncover the plot and would keep away from both Emmanuelle and Marcel.
You now pass your eyes across the room, smiling a wide, fake smile at the Nazi officials who mingle. You take another sip of your champagne, trying to numb yourself and keep focused. Your eyes settle on Hans, who stands above you, a tall, ruggedly handsome man with dark brown hair. He had an obscene amount of medals strapped to his chest. His eyes were piercing, and for a moment your eyes met, and he stared you down. Immediately, you lowered your eyes and turned, trying to seem inconspicuous. You came face to face with a short man donned in a Nazi uniform. He beamed at you, and you put on a fake grin.
"Ah, Landa" the man beams, "This premiere has the cream of society" he looks between you two, and you watch Landa shake the man's hand and turn to you. "This is (y/n)" von Leyen said, smiling
"My goodness, aren't you (y/n)?" he asks, bobbing on his feet. " I am Captain von Leyen. My word, so lovely to see you here. I have greatly missed you on the silver screen..." The man droned on, and you found yourself unable to extricate yourself and mingle to ensure the plan was on track. You, unaware, groaned as you checked your watch; the man had been speaking to you for about five minutes. You begin to worry that the head of security had somehow sneaked in and found the pile of film reels when you hear a cough behind your shoulder.
"Yes, from the Marius" , Hans says. He takes your hand gently and kisses it. "What a pleasure it is to meet you".
"And you, Herr Landa" you reply
"You may call me Hans, please", he replies coolly.
"so sorry, Imust dash!" Von Leyen murmurs, spotting someone across the room and leaving the two of you together. You gulp quietly. You had been comfortable with trailing Hans at a distance, but now, being up close and personal, you realise why neither of your coworkers wanted to deal with him. He was much more menacing the closer you got, and he sent an involuntary shiver across your spine.
"tell me what you have been in since Marius" Landa asks, analysing you with his beady eyes. It was like he could read your mind and knew all about the plot. You centre yourself.
"Unfortunately, nothing Hans" you reply, "I have taken a hiatus in my film work and now I am working here"
Hans's face dropped "Really now?" he asks, concern crossing his face. "I am most disheartened to hear such news"
You looked at him, stunned. He seemed to actually be taken aback by your words. "You are a fan, then?" you teased gently, a slight smile forming on your lips.
Hans chuckled, shaking his head "Not particularly. I much preferred Ursula Grabley in the German remake," he said dismissively, but with a cheeky smirk on his lips.
"Well, if you enjoy an actress who looks like a schoolmistress and acts as wooden as her spanking paddle, then yes, go ahead", you reply scornfully.
To your surprise, Hans chuckled at this: "Grabley, in her role, worked for precision and depth, not distracting the audience with a revealing silk gown." His eyes lowered, looking at your own silk dress. "But I must acquiesce; I am, of course, in a French cinema, and I do not wish to tease my host too much"
"I have had much worse from the tabloids" you reply, "but do not take that as an invitation to tease me more roughly"
"I shall leave that for later, Fräulein", he replies coolly, looks over your shoulder, gives you a wicked smirk and walks off. You turn, watching him walk towards Bridget and her guests. You let out a long sigh and take another glass of champagne.
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Soon everyone had gone to their seats, yet you hung back, returning to enjoy the quiet of the back room for a moment. You needed a break from fake smiles and Nazi uniforms, just for a moment. Now you realised you should really be checking the entrance hall to make sure everyone had gone to their seats. You also wished to retrieve an item from Emmanuelle's office, which had now been taken over by the SS. You decide it was better time than any to try and get it. So slowly you make your way out, and immediately your eyes fall upon Hans, who stands quite still, obviously thinking about something. Hearing you close the door, his eyes flick up, and the concentrated look is replaced with a smile.
"Not enjoying the film Fräulein?" he asks. "or is the stiff German acting not to your taste?"
"I was double-checking the preparations for the afterparty", you murmur, looking down at the red rose that lay on the floor between you two. "Although I must get some items from Emmanuelle's office"
Hans frowns, "Of course," he says, "after all, I am only a guest here". He ushers you into the office and shuts the door with a click behind you. Hans had not changed it; the small room was still pristine, apart from his coat that lay draped over a chair.
Hans watched you as you went behind the desk, unlocked a drawer and took out a few papers of the fake afterparty plan and used them to hide your own papers and the cinema insurance policy. You rose from crouching and moved to leave, but Hans stood in the way, his back against the dark door. He put his hand out, and your heart dropped as you gave him the mix of papers. Slowly, he riffled through them nonchalantly, first the plans and then your own papers, which he read, suddenly interested.
"You were born in Tannberg am Lech?" he asked, peering at them
"Yes" you reply, trying not to raise any suspicion and keep him distracted from the final pages of the insurance policy that might tip him off to the plan.
"I spent many winters in Lech in my youth skiing", Hans said, a fondness in his voice. His hands moved to flick the papers, but before he could, you spoke.
"Forgive me, but..." You reach out to his chest. Hans frowns as you gently straighten one of his medals that sat askew. Your hand rests against his chest for just a second, a smirk playing on your lips. "How does a man such as yourself gain so many medals?" you ask
"For services for the war effort", he replies, looking down at your hand that still rests on his medals. One hand lets go of the papers, takes your hand and moves it to the golden medal in the centre of his tie. "My highest medal, the Knight's Cross", he said. "Received it a few months ago for my efforts in catching spies"
You raise an eyebrow at this. "I am in the presence of a war hero?" you ask, rubbing your finger over the glittering surface and gently smoothing his tie.
"My, my, Fräulein", he murmured, taking a step closer to you. "It seems like you have taken my offer to tease you more roughly rather seriously"
"When a handsome man such as yourself offers such an opportunity, one cannot stop thinking about it", you reply coolly, gently pulling his tie. A dark look forms on his face at this, and he replies by dropping the papers onto the floor, gripping your hips harshly.
"I have little time to fraternise", he muttered, staring at you with a hungry look. "However", he said, letting go and looking at his watch. "I have just enough time to fuck you over this desk"
Your heart skips a beat. You had not expected this as the outcome, but at the same time you were terribly excited; Hans seemed to have an overpowering, beguiling aura that made your knees tremble. Quickly, he pushed you backwards, and before you could even breathe, he hoisted you upon the desk, sending pens and papers flying off. One of his hands snakes behind, pulling down the zip of your dress just enough to reveal your breasts to him. He takes one, pinching your nipple while his other hand unzips his fly, revealing his semi-hard cock that grew rapidly as you looked at it. He was thick and grew ever longer with his thrusts.
"What a little coquette you are" he murmurs as he pushes you so that your back rests on the surface of the desk. The hand not coaxing his dick moves to your dress that rode up against your thighs; he pushes it further up, revealing your thin lacy knickers. He immediately pushed them aside, letting his finger savour how wet you were for him. Slowly he runs his fingers through your folds, pushing one digit into your tight aching core.
You shudder and groan. "Quiet!" he snaps. "Let us not distract the film goers", he mutters, removing his finger but keeping it resting against your panties to reveal your warm self to him. He moves toward you, his body fitting so perfectly between your legs, his dick at the right height to rest against your aching cunt. For a moment of trepidation, he rests his hard, leaking dick against you, but with a surprisingly hard flick, he thrusts himself deeply into you.
"Now then", Hans mutters, hand moving against your legs and beginning to properly fuck you with hard, deep thrusts. You wanted to moan or say his name, but the handchief stuffed in your mouth made it impossible but to whimper quietly as he hit you deeper and deeper in increasingly mouthwatering pleasurable places.
Immediately, you let out a loud groan, which causes a smack to your bare hip.
"I see I will have to shut you up" he mutters. He stops, thrusts his hand into his pocket and stuffs his handkerchief into your open mouth. You squeak in surprise, but your noise is greatly muffled by the fabric, which feels rough against your tongue.
"When I first watched you on screen, it never occurred to me that your pussy would be so tight", he grunted, hair askew and a grin on his face. His hand, which originally cupped your boob, now travelled down, fingering your clit and making you arch your hips into him and his dick with pleasure at his movements.
"Maybe I should film this" he muttered, rocking the table with his fast movements while you hang on for dear life. "The return of (y/n) with her most convincing performance yet", you groan at this, gripping the edge of the table and looking towards Hans, who stares at your bouncing tits that shiver at every thrust. It was like he was memorising the movements.
It didn't take long for him to make you close to cumming, his forceful movements, thrusting dick and rubbing on your clit made you undo in front of him in record speed. To this, a wide grin formed on his face as you throbbed against his dick, the fabric in your mouth stifling the loud moan of pleasure. He watched you, enjoying your every movement and throbbing, which in turn made himself close to his own orgasm. I did not take long for him to grit his teeth, falter, and pull out, cumming all over your tits and dress. He sighed in satisfaction, one hand gripping your thigh, the other holding his still hard penis.
As you come down from your high, you notice your sopping dress and immediately flush red.
"The adverse effects of passion", he muses. He did not look sorry one bit, but rather seemed to relish that your silk dress was now soaked and ruined with his cum. "Now I must dash, Fräulein", he said, looking at his watch and picking up his coat.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, and may we cross paths again", and with that, he strided from the room, leaving you a quivering, wet, yet satisfied mess.
Extra warning: includes daddy mildly, multiple orgasms (kinda forced?)
It was the end of a rather stressful day of performing. August had created a new complex routine for you to complete, which was rather tricky. It was the first time you had executed it; what scared you was the crowd, with over five hundred eyes boring holes into your form, but the eyes of August scared you more. The thought of letting him down burned a hole in your heart for days before, making you unable to do anything but rethink the moves in your head.
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Now it was complete; your feet touched the hard ground once again, and a frenzy of applause and whoops arose from the crowd who had sat on tenterhooks for so long. You grin, bowing, a wave of dopamine hitting you at once.
"There she is!" August announced, beaming from ear to ear and presenting you to the crowd with his arms outstretched. "The wonderful lark has descended", the crowd replies with more cheers, and you look at August, who beams at you with adoration.
Soon the show goes on, you return to the back, waiting for the finale and feeling much lighter than this morning.
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You are back in the compartment you shared with August, slowly tugging off your tight performance outfit. It was so lovely to be free of the tight clothes, and you lay down in bed, a thick robe covering most of your body. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering August's beaming face. You had made him proud. For a moment, you begin to fall into slumber.
"My darling", you open your eyes, taken from your hypnagogic state. You open your eyes to see August; he is smiling widely once again. "You are missed at celebratory drinks. It is the opening night after all"
You shut your eyes again. "I am tired, August", you murmur, reaching out and running your hands through your hair.
"Come now, one drink, and I shall escort you to the revellers" he chiddes "You really outdid yourself, my darling; that final flourish was one for the books." You hear a cork pop and the sound of champagne bubbling as it's poured into glasses. "Come, come, sit up"
Slowly, you pull yourself up, leaning your back against the headboard. The dressing gown moves, revealing your naked form more clearly, your nipple almost uncovered. August's eyes glance downwards, taking it all in with a smirk.
"On second thoughts" he muses, "who says we cannot have our own little whoopee here?" he hands you the glass, sitting on the seat facing the pillow and relaxing. He takes a sip, then leans back, taking his hat off, undoing his top button and spreading out in the chair, letting his legs part. You watch him lovingly from the bed as you slowly drink from your champagne flute.
"You are special, my little lark", he says, watching you with hungry eyes, "I knew it from the moment I saw you, you have a certain je ne sais quoi to you, and the crowd cannot wait for more"
"You are too modest", you murmur, letting one finger trace the edge of the flute. "If it wasn't for you, this circus wouldn't be here"
August smiles at this, "Well, that is very true; it has taken blood, sweat and tears to reach the height that none, not even the Benzini Brothers, could dream of" he frowns suddenly ", But I am one to give credit when it is due", he adds, "and you deserve much for your dazzling display".
At this, he rises, crawls onto the bed, and takes the champagne from your hand, placing it on the headboard. His other hand grips your chin, pulling it towards his him and catching yours in his. Immediately, you melt into him, kissing him back and letting your hands snake to his back, feeling his soft linen shirt and his warm body underneath. He smiles into your lips, nipping you and letting his tongue explore as your mouth opens for him. This brings you ever closer, and your body begins to crave him, your core throbbing in anticipation.
He lets go, looking at you with love for a moment before reaching round to kiss and nibble your ear. "My perfect little lark", he murmurs, making you shiver, skin prickling at his dark voice. "I cannot be without you" One hand reaches up, grazing your collar and shoulders, feeling the gown with his rough hands. His kisses are back, littering your neck and down your collarbones; lower he goes, pushing aside the fabric to bite and suck at your skin.
"August", you moan at the slight pain, "please"
August stops his kisses, fingers slowly pushing away the gown from your shoulders, revealing yourself more to him.
"You deserve a reward for your work", he whispers against your upper chest, "and I shall provide such" . His other hand slips between your thighs and past the folds of the fabric to gently press his fingers against your aching self. Your breathing grows heavier, feeling his fingers slip through your own folds, savoring your wetness. His hands withdraw, and he lifts them to his mouth, tasting you.
"So sweet", he murmurs, staring at you as he sucks his fingers. "Try it yourself," his fingers still wet with you, hover towards your mouth. You open, tasting you on his warm fingers. "Good girl", he murmurs, removing them and gently pulling at your bottom lip with his thumb. "Now lie down for me" he shuffles away from you, letting you slip down, your robe riding up and, with his help, being completely extricated from your form. You shiver as August's piercing eyes stare at you with great delight.
He goes to his knees, letting your legs rest against his shoulders, and his lips return to you, repeating the same actions that made you revel only moments before.
Slowly, he positions himself so that he hovers just above your hips. For a moment, he takes you in - so beautiful. He then lowers himself, his mouth taking your clit and sucking it. You moan, immediately grasping his brown hair and pulling it in enjoyment. He smiles against you, moving his tongue in a manner that made you squirm all the more. For a moment, he stops, and you groan in frustration. He, however, ignores you, getting off the bed, he grabs your feet and sharply toward him, your legs dangling off the edge. The champagne falls, but neither of you notice, far too filled with lust and passion for more.
"Oh, August", you moan. One hand reaches to clutch a plush cushion behind your head, and another returns to your soft, tousled hair. In reply, one hand reaches up, slowly circling your entrance and presses two fingers into you harshly. You squeak, feeling him thrust himself in and out of you; immediately, the pain turns to pleasure as he grazes a delicious place.
"My darling, my darling", he replies against your throbbing clit, loving how his fingers become more and more slick with you. He adds another finger, stretching you further and pushing until his thumb and pinky against your skin.
Slowly, you become more and more tense, his tongue growing ever faster and letting your clit throb, so close to release. It was like a knot was being slowly and slowly wound, and you needed release badly.
"August, I am so close", you murmur, pulling his hair harshly.
In reply, he removes his fingers, letting them take over the wonderful work of his tongue and, removing himself from your legs, crawls back onto the bed, straddling you and staring you in the face. August was a sight that made you even wetter; his hair was tousled, eyes dark with lust, breathing heavy out of his agape mouth. His shirt was unbuttoned, hanging limply against his fit frame, and you could just see his dick now being released from his tight trousers.
"Not yet, darling", he replies "Not yet", he replies, tugging his trousers off and, for a moment, removing his hand to stroke his already glistening member. At this, you sigh, moving your legs together and rubbing to feed the aching need to be touched.
"Did I say you could do that?" asked August sharply, quickly you remove your legs, and he chuckles "Good girl" he replies, his hand returning to clit and in a moment he pushes himself inside you. You close your eyes and open your mouth in pleasure, suddenly feeling his mouth back on your lips as he thrusts, letting his tongue back into you. You taste yourself on him again, your sweetness seeming to have completely filled him up. His thrusts grow harder, and you open your mouth more and more, making him all the hungrier to devour your body and soul.
You were close again, not taking long for you to be on the edge, so close to release. You groan against his lips, and he lets you, staring down at you.
"August, please", you murmur, your mind returning to the many times he would control your orgasm, causing you to be a pleading mess for him.
"Oh darling cum for me", he murmurs adoringly, watching your performance as you let his fingers and dick undo you completely.
"August", you groan, bucking your hips against him and letting the feeling completely overtake you, feeling it from your brain to your toes.
"There's my good girl" he replies, watching you slowly relax back into the soft bed. He did not let go of your clit, though, still needing it between his thumb and finger. You squeak, overstimulated by his actions. "Now you will cum for me until I say we stop", he says matter-of-factly. "I wish for your performance until you can no longer bear it", he said with a wicked grin.
"August", you groan, clutching the pillow ever harder as he returns to his movements while his mouth attaches to one nipple, sucking and nibbling you.
These movements quickly push you to your second edge; he seemed to have a way that made you completely pliable to his every wish, and he relished it. The feeling was too much; his fingers were ever faster against your aching clit, tongue swifter, and his dick so deep his balls slapped hard against you. In a moment you came again, feeling completely overcome by him. It was as strong as the first, making you shudder and throb against him.
"Again," he demands, feeling your body once again relax into gentle throbs and in return nipping your nipple.
"I don't think I can", you reply, "I am so tired", you where sweaty and shaking with pleasure, yet sleep threatening to take over.
"You will do as you are told," he snapped, lifting his head to stare you in the face. Suddenly, he calmed, looking at your blushing, dishevelled form "You have one more in you, I know. Do it for daddy"
You groan at this, closing your eyes and focusing on the overstimulating actions of August as he towered over you. "Okay," you murmur, gritting your teeth and bucking your hips against his abdomen, chasing your third orgasm.
"There's my good girl", he replies, watching you struggle and groan at his fingers and dick that hit so deeply inside you. For a moment, the pain was too much, then suddenly it hit you, and you grabbed at his hand that supported him above you. He laced his fingers with yours, letting you hold onto him for dear life as you orgasmed loudly. In reply, he groans, and together you cum. His teeth gritted, and his eyebrows knitted together as he came, yet his eyes never left yours as he filled you up to bursting.
When at last you had both returned from your high, his pace faltered, and he let out a satisfied sigh.
"My own darling" he murmurs, letting go of your clit which made you wince at the loss. His slick finger gently strokes your cheek in admiration. "You have done so well for me". You go redder and lower your eyes, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
Slowly, he lowers himself on top of you, pulling you on your side and into a tight embrace, his dick still nuzzled inside you.
"Thank you for your brilliance", he whispered, stroking your bare back. "I do not know what I would do without you"
"you'd be doing nothing and none", you murmur, sleep coming back to you in waves. He chuckles in your ear, letting you fall asleep in his arms, completely full and throbbing.
Warning: one-shot with NSFW content and terrible German phrases I have no idea how to use properly.
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You have been Standartenführer Landa's personal assistant for over three months now. Your role was menial and dull, sending and forwarding letters, reading papers, and filing the great many notes he seemed to produce in his work. The one exciting part of your work was Hans Landa himself. You did not know how to take him; on the one hand, he was unnerving, unpredictable, and demanded total dedication, yet he had a strange, alluring nature that made you quake. This made you completely devoted to your job and Landa, which was the reason why, from this morning, you were single.
You decided that tonight you would stay in the office for as long as possible. The night soon passed, and you were idly thinking of the way Landa would tease you; he seemed to enjoy the way he made you squirm. Often, he would appear behind you to lean over you, one hand on your chair. You had got used to it, but tonight in the dead hours of the morning his action made you flinch.
"Herr Landa" you gasp "I did not hear you arrive"
"ah Sie" he murmurs, leaning over you in his signature move. "I am surprised you are still here at such an hour.
"I could say the same to you" you reply, turning your body ever so slightly to face Hans. You sat at about crotch level and looked up at the imposing figure dressed in grey. You noticed he looked tired and slightly dishevelled, his hair ruffled from shape. It almost made him look more handsome.
"Yes well you have caught me" he says a smile playing at his lips. "I have returned from a razzia". From one of his many pockets he fished out an assortment of papers which he placed in front of you.
"Was it a success?" you asked, watching him stalk his way behind his desk and into the corner where his drinks cabinet stood. You try not to watch him as you abandon your work to reach out to his deposit.
"Well yes as you will take from my documents" he replied, resting his large hands against the table and reaching to pour himself a drink"But for now you must tell me why you are here so late"
You gulp, unsure how to answer "I had a few tasks yet to finish mein Standartenführer" you reply, not wishing to divulge this mornings news.
"Really?" Hans asked in his tell tell sing song voice "You did not seem very busy when I entered"
"Well now I am" you reply quickly, shuffling through the papers
"They can wait until the morning" Landa replies sharply. "I wish to know why you really are still here" he turns his green eyes drilling into you. In his hands he held two glasses with about three fingers of rum. The liquid was a mellow brown, the same shade as his hair which was now as pristine as ever. "You have a meeting at an early hour" you reply, trying to change the subject and gripping the papers tightly
"You are changing the subject Fräulein" he chidded "what pray is the reason of your sitzfleische?" he walks back to you, now facing you head on. He places one of the glasses down and places one gloved hand on the desk in front of you. "You must be worrying your little boyfriend by burning the midnight oil in such a manner"
"Well" you reply, "I-" but you taper off, a frown tugging at your lips.
"Ah" the colonel replies, he tugs the papers from your hand and offers you the drink. You take it and immediately take a sip. Suddenly you feel very very tired. "When?"
"This morning" you reply, the side of the glass still touching your lips. "He argued I was monomaniacal and did not want to start a life with him, and that was that"
"What a strange reaction" he replied, he did not sound very interested. "I do believe he was a waste of your time" and as he said that he took a sip of his own rum.
You react with a grumble and you take a long sip, feeling the alcohol vaporising from your tongue. It was strong stuff.
"You see I keep this for special occasions" Landa says, noting your enjoyment of the drink. "I do not often cloud my mind with depressants but this evening I believe that we have earned a nightcap. Don't you?"
You nod in agreement. The alcohol was starting to make you feel a little brighter and you smile at Hans with your appreciation. Hans smiled back, a merry twinkle forming in his eye. You had never seen this side to him before, you didn't know if it scared or excited you.
"Now tell me, are you pleased at your new position?" You are taken aback by the question. "He really seemed to be holding you back, Mädchen"
"I suppose" you murmur, looking up at Hans who still stood, leaning against the desk and looking down at you in the seat.
"Come now" he teased "I am sure many a better man wished for you to be unattached. He seemed rather" for a moment he paused "deficient of manhood"
You snorted at that, being reminded of the few terrible times you had sex. Deficient was definitely the word. A smirk flashed across Hans' face.
"All of Paris will pounce on you" he said archly. You roll your eyes. The rum was really starting to hit you. It was obviously hitting your boss, his smile growing wider as your cheeks tinge red. "You'll be in such high demand you'll have to find sanctuary in Notre Dame"
You giggle and go increasingly scarlet this "stop Herr Landa" you groan
"and why should I do such a thing?" he asks pointedly, his smile only growing "when it is such fun to watch you squirm"
At this you let out a sigh which was louder than you expected which made you even more embarrassed than before.
"You are so- so!" "bothersome, tedious, vexing?" he offers. "devilish" you answer, standing from your seat and for a moment feeling rather light-headed.
"Well yes" he replied, inching closer to you, hand off the table and before you knew it he grabbed you by the face and pulled you into a sharp and rough kiss. Immediately you blanched, dropping the glass and gripping his lapels with your hands to bring him closer to you. It was like the tide had crashed into you and you where ready to let it take you.
For a moment your lips parted and immediately his was back onto yours. His lips where soft but he forcefully moved them against your own, pulling you further and further against him as if trying to claim you, body and soul.
He let go of your lips and grasped your head to the side, kissing and nibbling your ear hungrily "Now then" he murmured, his breath ticking your ear, giving you prickles all over. "I want you to tell me what you want"
"Please I want you" you replied feebly,
He chortled "now now you can do better than that can't you"
"I need you Herr Landa"
"Need me to do. What?" he asked
"To keep kissing me" you reply, frustration ebbing away at you
"ahh" was his reply as his lips turned to your neck, moving your head so that he could have better access to you. You lean into him, breathing heavily to his actions. You needed this. For so long there had been tension between you and him, and all of a sudden your dreams where becoming reality. You pull him further toward you, one hand snaking up to his shoulder and gripping it against your shaking fingers.
For a moment all was bliss as with his pointer finger he lowered the neckline of your dress just a touch to reveal your warm soft skin which he peppered with kisses and little bites. The hand which held his glass returned it to the table and reached up to the shoulder of your dress, pushing it down ever so slightly. His touch was like fire and you needed so much more.
"Please" you murmur, leaning your head against Hans' "please"
"Please what?" he asks against your bare skin.
"I need you to touch me more"
"Touch me more whom?" he asked. You groan at this and he stops, pulling away from you and giving an icy stare. "Your reply should have been "Please touch me more Hans Landa" his eyes bored into you and you quaked, feeling wetter than ever.
"Please touch me more Hans Landa" you reply. "I need you. I've always wanted you to fuck me"
A triumphant smirk crossed his lips. "my my" purred. "Not as innocent as you seem mein Liebe
"and I am sure you love that" you retort
"Oh I do indeed" he replies, returning to you with more vigour. One hand takes your chin and returns his lips to yours in a hungry kiss while his other works behind you, fiddling at the zip to your dress. He pulls it down ever so slightly, cool air prickling your skin.
The kiss grew ever deeper, your lips moving in sync as it grew more and more passionate. Every so often he nibbled at you, his tounge pushing against yours and exploring your mouth.
In juxtaposition, his hand unzipping your jacket seemed to go in slow motion. In response, you began to undo some of the jacket buttons, trying to be careful yet wishing to rip it off him. In a moment, his jacket was hanging, and you pulled him closer with his tie. Hans smirked against your lips, biting you hard in response, which made you moan in surprise and pleasure.
At this moment, he pushes you against his desk, one knee spreading your legs ever so slowly, letting your dress ride up dangerously close to your upper thighs and seeping panties. His fabric-clad leg felt too wonderful against your bare legs. Gently you pressed into him, craving the feeling onto your ebbing clit.
For a moment, he lets go of your lips, looking at you with a victorious smirk on his face. Knee still in place, he tugs off his jacket, medals clinking, and places it on the seat behind him.
He returns his attention to you, slowly, one hand caressing your leg, inching further up to where the fabric of your dress obscured yourself to him. You sigh at his slowness, and he chuckles
"My, my, so impatient", he scolds, giving your thigh a little tap. "Do you even have a modicum of self-respect?"
"Not when it comes to you", you admit, the rum loosening your tongue. He chuckles at this, hand now rising and hovering just below your aching core. You close your eyes, heart pounding, hands grasping at him as with one finger he traces the inside band of your panties.
"Goodness, Fräulein", he says, "I underestimated my effect upon you" his other hand reaches up to join, grasping at your hip to slowly pull your panties down to be around your ankles.
Instead of his hands returning to your warm core, he busied himself by loosening his tie and undoing his top button. In reply, you reach out to his trousers with a shaky hand. His eyebrow raised as you cupped him, feeling his hardness that was currently straining against his fly. Quickly, you undo his top button and begin to lower his fly, immedatly you could feel the warmth of his member through his black briefs, and your breath hitches at the thought of him inside you. "I could say the same to you," you reply with a sly smile. "Your zip was about to burst"
Hans leaned forward, pushing his knee fully against your pussy and kissed your ear. "It is all the caged tension I have been carrying", he replied in a husky voice. "Tell me how much you need me in you". One hand reaches and grips your hip while his other pushes down his trousers and pulls out his dick. It was large and throbbing, precum already glistening on his tip.
"I need you to fuck me senseless", you plead, trying to grind against his knee in an effort to release some of the tension in your thighs. "Please, Hans, please". You cringed at the words that tumbled from your mouth, but to Hans, it was music to his ears, and he pushed his hard dick upwards, guiding himself and pushing hard into you.
At this you wince and groan, grasping onto his back for dear life as he methodically began to pump in you. His dick was large, filling you up deliciously and hitting Olave's you had never imagined possible.
"Hans", you moan, pressing your nails into his brown cotton shirt. He replied in a grunt, for the first time speechless as he concentrated on thrusting himself further and further into you. His hand, which first lay on your thigh, now returned to your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers and pulling your head so that he could nibble at your collar, littering little love bites across your skin. You close your eyes, in agony and bliss as he carries on his firm, slow pace.
"Please, faster", you mew, digging your nails into his back with need.
"Then turn for me Mädchen" he replied, pulling his dick out of you. Quickly you spin around, feeling empty all of a sudden and craving his dick to return inside of you. Hans, with one hand, roughly pushed your head down, flattening you to the table, letting papers fly off. His other hand slid up you, pushing back your dress, revealing your ass to him, which he playfully swatted. To this, you squeaked and gripped the side of the table.
"Tell me" he cooed, letting his dick circle your entrance teasingly. "When your little boyfriend fucked you, did you wish it was me?" You nodded shamefully "Words Mädchen, use your words, dear"
"Yes, Hans" you admit quietly
"Ahh", he gloated, pushing himself back into you, making you close your eyes once again. This time he was firmer and faster, one hand flat against the table to allow himself to lean over you and thrust at speed while his other tugged your hair backwards, pulling you against him. You could feel his balls slap against you every few seconds as he went deeper and deeper inside your aching pussy.
"Hans" you moan loudly, breathing heavily and trying your best to rock against him.
"Yes, Mädchen, be vocal for me", he replied. He loved every little groan, every whimper you let out, proving to him his complete rough control over your body and soul. You moaned louder, and he smirked at your back; you were putty in his hands.
The hand suddenly disappeared, and his fingers attached themselves to your clit, rubbing deep circles, making you moan and buck against the table. His actions all evening had made you so close, and this was the tipping point. Your bucking made his dick throb inside you, and with a groan, you felt hot liquid fill you up to the brim. He faltered but kept going, enjoying every second.
"Hans", you groan, "I am so close" You grit your teeth, nails indenting the table
"Not yet" he replied, still riding the wave of his blindingly strong orgasm. "Not yet"
"But please, Hans", you reply, unable to cope anymore with the rising tension that was so close to release.
"Okay, my dear", he replied, "cum for me" At this, you moaned loudly, the feeling of your orgasm hitting you hard, making you moan his name loudly and claw at the wood beneath you.
"There's a good girl" he cooed as you slumped exhasted against the desk you had been working at just a few moments ago. Slowly he pulled himself out of you, making you miss him already. Your whole body ached.
"Now, up" he commanded. Slowly you got to your feet, feeling completely undone and dishevelled. Hans looked at you. His hair was completely out of shape, three shirt buttons loosened to reveal his chest and some hair. His face was triumphant and a smirk was plastered across his face.
"Now then" he said, reaching up to fix his hair. "It is time that you went to bed" you tried not to giggle and he smirked. "and if you are at present without a hearth and home you may stay with me." he picked up his jacket and cap, donning it and looking at you.
"Come come" he says and strides to the door, holding it open for you to follow.
You are the herbology assistant who organises the potion's plant stock. Tension grows between you and it breaks at the yule ball
This is a short story based on the song Tear you apart by She want's revenge. Inspired by an edit by Jxschysed!ts, it is so good
(Written with she/her pronouns)
Warnings: sex, biting
It was late, and Severus sat in his personal quarters, his palm against his cheek to support his distracted mind. He was lit by a few winking candles which sent long shadows against his dark green walls. Severus was trying his uttermost to focus on marking. Such a task was terribly difficult as you filled his mind. He closes his dark eyes. This is just a momentary thought he thinks. Yet he leans back indulging himself in thinking of you.
You are the new herbology assistant, working for Professor Sprout in growing and keeping the potion master's collections fully stocked with all types of plant matter. You had replaced a rather incompetent old man who had of in the role since before time immamorial. Unlike him you are attentive and his potions where enhanced due to the quality of your ingredients. You where also rather solicitous to him, often knocking on the door to his office with quill and parchment in hand. At first Severus found you irritating and strange that instead of sending him an owl you sought him out in his private study. His rather abrasive language to keep you at arms length did little to quell your nosiness. Soon he, without realising, began to expect you, unconsciously his black mood lightening at the little knock and the way you peeped gingerly behind the door at him. Severus also began to notice you during his duties. A few times he had almost bumped into you on your errands or in corners of the potions classroom. Once he entered his stock cupboard to see you halfway up a ladder. Such a close proximity to you began to get under his skin, your presence turning from an annoyance to a tolerating to a like.
Today, however, he had come upon you at the worst possible moment, in a classroom cupboard that fitted just one. Severus had burst in on autopilot, the door shutting behind him and crashed into you with his chest as you where about to leave. Startled you inched backwards, hitting the shelves behind you. You stared up at him with your doe-like eyes, meeting his dark black ones. For a moment you both stood still, Severus pressed closely into you. A dark thought suddenly billowed through his mind - of one hand grabbing your back to sharply pull you into him and his other pulling your chin roughly towards his to kiss you hard. For a moment his fingers twitch in anticipation but his thoughts where interrupted with you murmuring his name.
Severus cleared his throat quietly, restraining himself, and slowly he inched backwards out the door. You, eyes to the floor hurried out, clutching your notepad to your chest. Severus watched you go, a frown pulling at his cold face.
Such a look tugged at his lips again as he leaned forwards and tried again to focus on his work. He had got to a tedious paper with the writer attempting to argue a rather ludicrous point about the ethics of using truth serum. Soon again his mind returns to the closet. He remembers your surprise, the way your pupils widened and your cheeks became tinged with red. Oh how warm you looked in that moment. He imagined feeling the warmth of your face against his cold hand, and you leaning into it. How soft your lips must be, which in the cupboard had quivered in surprise. He could just imagine your lips against his, you grasping at his robes, him entangling his fingers in your hair to pull you closer. Severus sighed, picturing your laboured breathing and your closed eyes as he presses himself against you. One of his hands slips of the table, fiddling with his robes and undoing his fly. For a moment he yields to his mind, feeling his hardness through his boxers. He was about to pull his straining cock out when the grandfather clock that stood behind him chimed twelve midnight.
His eyes flicked open and he grimaces, all of a sudden feeling rather stuffy in his room. His eyes flick back to his marking and he stands abruptly, needing some fresh air. "This is just a crush" he mutters to himself as he makes his out of the dungeons and finds himself in the main greenhouse. It was dark and cool, with the soothing sound of rain patterning against the glass. Every so often the moon stole a peek through the cloud, illuminating the space with a silvery sheen.
"Up late I see" a voice says from across the room.
"Pomona" Severus replies, keeping his eyes straight toward a large flowering ditany plant.
"Do you need anything?" she asks, coming closer toward him
Severus ignored her.
"You've seemed rather distracted" she murmurs. After a moment of silence she continues. "Is it the tournament?" she asks "and the ghost of a past life?"
"the ghost is manageable" Severus replies curtly, thinking of Igor's constant pestering.
Pomona senses his dark tone and quickly changes the subject "well is there any plant matter needed for your stock?" she asks
"Nothing at this time" he replies.
"Well (y/n) has been rather wonderful at her job" Pomona replies, her pride for you beaming as brightly as the moon shone at that moment. Severus on the other hand scowls, he had left his quarters to escape his thoughts, yet now they all came flooding back again. The moon had disappeared behind cloud and he pulled at his collar, once again feeling claustrophobic in his thick robes.
"I might just steal her away for some teaching hours" she adds
"You shall do no such thing" Severus snaps but immediately he shuts his mouth, realising what he said. He pulled further at his collar.
"is she too good to lose?" she titters. "Well I cannot change her job description till the end of the school year, so enjoy her till then" she shakes her head and turns. "Nighty Night Severus"
Severus doesn't reply, quickly making his way out of the greenhouses. Through the dark he strides feeling even more suffocated and awkward. To his horror he turns a corner and comes face to face with you, a lit wand in your hand. He shrinks backwards into the shadows but it was too late.
"Severus" you say, a smile forming on your lips. Severus doesn't reply, for a moment frozen but quickly he recovers.
"Professor" he replies and gives you curt nod as he speeds past you like a bat fleeing from a hungry owl. It doesn't take him long to return to the sanctuary of his personal quarters before he makes a bigger fool of himself.
"It's just a silly figment of my imagination" he repeats as sheds his heavy robes off himself and dragging himself into bed, finally finding comfort in his warm covers.
Your POV:
You had a fright when Severus materialised out of the darkness as you returned from patrol. You where partly glad he had barreled past you in a hurry. You still feeling rather embarrassed from that morning. Of being wedged between Severus and the wall, him staring down at you with his intense black eyes. You could feel his body beneath his robes and smell his black musk and exotic incense aftershave which clung to his body. He was so dangerously overpowering in that moment, making you completely disorientated, your heart pounding in anticipation, your cheeks burning and your body tingling.
"Severus" you murmur and unconsciously you pressed further against him. Severus seemed to snap out of his trance and looked away from your eyes and slowly backed out of the cupboard. This movement opened the door, letting light stream into the dark space. Part of you was disappointed at this reaction, your body beginning to ache in all the right places. Quickly you bounded out of the cupboard and into the hallway. For a moment you stood still, trying to calm your breathing and hugging your notepad close to your bosom.
You held the same notepad now as you made your way to your private quarters, keeping your eyes open for the dominating potions master
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A few days has past and you hadn't seen Severus in that time, being kept busy with growing and preparing mandrakes for the second year class. Before you knew it the yule ball was upon the school and it was abuzz with excitement. Pomona was supposed to be on chaperoning duty for the afterparty, but feigned, with a twinkle in her eye, that she was stricken with rather nasty migraine. and now you stood there in your quarters in your mucky robes starting into your cupboard with dismay. If only she had burdend this with you earlier, rather than coming in a few hours before while you where tending to the plants and joking that "no you cannot bring a mandrake as your date".
Your eyes catch your smartest robe and a similarly coloured flowing dress which seemed to match the dress code of a grand winter celebration.
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It didn't take long for you to be ready and congregate in the great hall. You marveled at the magnificence of the decoration, a huge Christmas tree stood on the back platform and from it white and grey effervescent fabric was draped and ballooned out above your head. The roof mirrored the dark sky, with little white crystal flakes falling about you and disappearing before they touched the ground.
"No Pomona tonight?" Minerva asks, coming up behind you and standing with you.
"She sends her apologies" you say
"Well she isn't one for parties, nor partial to uncomfortable clothes" Minerva replies, "but you look splendid"
"thank you" you reply in surprise, taken aback. "and so do you"
"Thank you dear" she replies. "Now your duties for tonight will be to enjoy yourself at the dance and then patrol to" she pauses for a moment unsure how to say. "to interrupt intrepid students in the castle and her grounds"
You cringe at the thought and wished you had refused to fill in for Pomona.
Soon students began to assemble and the doors closed, ready for the champions and their dates to enter. You stand off to the side, watching Severus slips in and stands with Minerva and Albus. He seemed to have not put much thought into his outfit, donned in his signature black. You try your best not to think about him, his dark eyes and the way his body pressed into yours. Thankfully, with the doors opening you where able to watch as the champions entered and began to dance to the music skillfully conducted by Filius. Soon Albus and Minerva join them and you inch forwards closer to the dance floor. You hadn't noticed Severus had done the opposite and you meet each other a few steps away from the waltzing,
"Professor" he says, straightening his back and clasping his hands behind him.
"Here to dance?" you ask, looking up at Severus as scoffs at your suggestion. Now closer to him, you noticed that Severus wasn't in his usual garb, he was donned in a black frock coat and he had slightly curled the front few strands of hair. He meets your eyes and you are immediately taken back to a few days ago and you quickly look away, analysing the dancers.
Severus joins you in watching them. He hadn't expected you to attend as your name was not on the rota. When his eyes fell on you his mind raced. He found, regretfully, that he couldn't take his eyes off you in your robe and formfitting dress that was so different from your usual dirt covered flaxen outfit.
"I am waiting for the opportune moment to leave" he replies after a while of silence.
"Yes this isn't really my cup of tea" you reply, watching as the students became more rowdy, pulling their partners to the dance floor. "and not what I thought I'd spend tonight doing"
"Yes I noticed you have stood in for Professor Sprout"
"She said she had a migraine"
"Perhaps I too have a migraine" Severus says flatly and begins to move backwards. He was fed up of watching others dance and was beginning to feel rather hot under the collar again.
"Perhaps I can find some mistletoe" you reply absent mindedly, trying to follow him. Severus raises one eyebrow and you realise "Mistletoe, it is used for a simple poison antidote" you add, trying not to go red in embarrassment at the connotation. By Merlin you wished that he had kissed you in the closet, at least then it might be less awkward.
Severus moves further back. He was so conflicted, he wanted you but he knew the danger of letting himself have you, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if you let him. To his dismay and excitement you edge backwards with him and soon you find yourself in the small hallway that led to the back of the great hall.
The door swings shut behind you with a click and you stand together in the shadowy corridor which still held the echo of music from the main chamber. You stand a few inches apart and for a moment you stare at each other in the same way you both did before in the closet .
"Severus I" you begin, your breath catching in your throat and your fingers tingling. You moved forward, filling the gap between you and your hands slightly graze his. Severus looks down at you, his own hands begging to clench. Suddenly Severus' gaze becomes deeper, as you let him into your head. In surprise Severus finds you as needy and begging for his touch as he has for you. For a moment he stops, is this right? But he made up his mind, and in one movement he pushes you against a stone wall into the shadows behind the inside of the door. His breath was sharp and deep, for a moment you stare at each other and then his lips where roughly on yours, pushing ever further. Your heart skips a beat and after a moment of surprise you kiss back, your hands reaching up and resting against Severus' sides. One of his reaches up, cupping your cheek in his cold hand to lift your face even closer. All other things dissipated in that moment, the stress and responsibilities which burdened you both giving way to two people hungry and desperate for each other.
For a moment you become dizzy and your lips part and you breathe heavily against each other. He stares into your eyes, his nose grazing your cheek. He wanted more, feeling his hardness struggle against his tight trousers. In an instant his lips where back on yours with deeply fervent kisses, while his other hand slips under your robe, lightly caressing your dress-clad sides, it felt wrong to grab your skin, well at least for the moment. His leg pushes between your legs, touching your aching core and making you for him to press against it. For a moment the two of you are in shaking bliss, not wishing ever to stop then suddenly the door clicks and part of the hallway is filled with light.
Immediately Severus lets go of your lips and presses himself against you, his chin above your head, nuzzled into your hair. He couldn't help but smell your scent and feel the softness of your strands against his cheek. You try not to make a noise, your face wedged between the stone and Severus' hard chest. Together you hide in the shadows, Severus' black robes shielding you as the person walks away from the pair of you.
You both stand silently as the person walks away and after what seemed like an age the door clicked back into place, tenebrosity enveloping the hallway once again. Tentatively Severus moves away, this hallway was not the right place for these deeds to occur.
"Come" he says flatly, grasping your wrist and pulling you away into the darkness.
You stumble forward, your heart beating out of your chest as he pulls you down a spiral staircase into the dungeons, along a corridor and through a door. He pulls you in, closes the door and pushes you against it, two arms by your ears.
"Severus" you say, your body aching deeply
"you have haunted my mind" Severus almost spits at you in frustration, his face was so close to yours and again you began to spiral, the same smell, the same eyes. Being in private Severus felt he could kiss harder and faster, intertwining his hands through your lovely smelling hair. His other hand traces your hips again and grippes you, holding you close against him.
You stop for a moment, breathing heavily. You felt completely overcome with need for him and you press your lips against his once again. He eagerly meets you, and maneuvering your hair he pushes you ever further into him. Severus becomes more intense, biting at your lip in turn and his leg pushing between yours again. You sigh against his kisses at his movements, your body beginning to ache deliciously. You begin to push against his leg, craving so much more and relief. A wicked smirk seems to form on Severus' lip and your lips part.
"Tell me you need this" Severus whispers
"I do" you stutter over your words in anticipation. "Please Severus I need you". In response he pulls you backwards, letting you go and makes his way through a door. You realised you where in his personal quarters and had been kissing in his private potions lab. The room was large and cold, filled with dark green light. Slowly you follow behind Severus and find yourself in his bedroom. It was tall and clad in green. His bed to your left and the potions master stood in front of it on a a thick rug. He had taken off his great coat and came to the final button of his robes revealing a smart white shirt. Shakely, due to the cold of the room and the exhilarating events, you pull of your robe. Severus comes toward you and takes it from your hand, hanging it with his great coat and sits on the bed, watching you as he slowly removes his cufflinks and places it on his nightstand.
You advance, toward him and he stands, cupping his cold hand against your warm cheek and his other hand going to your back and fiddling at the zip of your dress. Agonisingly slowly he pulls it down, causing you to break out in goosebumps across your body. For a moment which seemed like forever you just stare at each other as he teases your zip down. You couldn't bare it any further and you quickly fiddle with your dress, completely pulling it down. You shiver against the cold air and his colder hand. Your hands reach out to his dress shirt and begin to undo his buttons, revealing skin underneath which you brush with your fingers. You noticed how pronounced his collar bones are and how he had a slight trail of hair beginning at his lower abdomen. One hand you rest against his bare chest and your other you begin to pull his shirt of but he takes your wrist to stop you and pulls you closer, with a hand snaking round and undoing your bra. Being so close to Severus you feel his bulge which pressed through the fabric of his trousers against your lower abdomen. Your breath catches and he pushes closer, his hardness brushing your aching core. You breath heavily, letting Severus slowly move you so your back was now to the bed and gently he pushes you down. You where completely bare to him bar your panties which you knew where completely sodden. You watch as Severus fiddles with his trousers, his fingers brushing his hair as he does so and in a swift movement he pulls them down and climbs above you on the bed. His white shirt still clung to his back as he lowers himself and presses his cool flesh against yours.
It felt like Severus was made for you and your arms snake under his shirt and grip his back, pulling him further into yourself. Severus tried his best to be gentle, as he once again laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you to his lips.
It felt so right as your lips met again, your body fitted together perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you pressed against each other wishing that two could become one in the mere act. Severus let his full weight lean against you as his other hand brushes against your skin and meeting your breast, feeling how soft and supple it was in his fingers. To this you begin to push your pelvis against his, feeling his warm throbbing dick through your panties and against your lower stomach. Oh how much you needed him inside you.
You kiss harder, trying your best to signal to your lover your desperate need of him. Severus on the other hand was trying not to lose control and tear your body apart with his own. He was so mesmerised with you how warm and soft your skin was. He needed to feel your warmth all over him. You both let go and you stare up at him with so much need in your eyes. Severus looked down, his hair perfectly framing his face. He no longer could he hold himself back.
With a tug of your hair he pulls your head round and lowers so that his lips touched your ear. "I'm going to tear you apart" he whispers, and bites your ear greedily, his hot breath tickling your skin. You writhe and whimper against him, your whole body now aching for him to stimulate you. Severus lets go and his hand reaches down, pulling down your panties and cupping you in his hand. He is taken aback at how warm your core is and pushes his ring and middle finger into you. You take a sharp breath in and thrust your hip against his hand. He was so cold and you moan quietly has he pulls out and stares at his fingers slick with you. Severus edges back, kneeling over your hips and teasing his cock with his wet fingers.
Your breath hitches at the sight of the potions master, his hair tussled, shirt hanging limply against him and his large dick already glistening with precum. Your heart beats in your throat as he once again leans over you, guiding his tip against you. For a moment he leaves himself there savoring the moment as you grind your hips against him in your selfish need for motion and feeling. Without warning and a grunt, Severus thrusts deeply into you. You moan loudly at this, closing your eyes and gripping his dark green sheets in your hands in pleasure. Unlike his fingers, his dick was so warm and thick, filling you up so perfectly.
Severus could hardly constrain himself and he leans further down, levering himself so he could quicky and affectively thrust in and out of you without mercy. This was exactly what he wanted, it felt so right to be enveloped by your soft and warm body and for him to use it to whatever he seemed fit.
One hand moves to your breast, feeling it's softness in his fingers and your hard nipple which he pinches harshly. You shiver at his cold fingers and close your eyes ever tighter, feeling overstimulated by his actions. The aching of your clit becomes worse and you begin to rock your hips with the potions master's heavy movements, needing to find some relief. Severus notices this and slowly he traces his way down from your hard nipple down to your diaphragm to your stomach and further till he reaches a few inches from your aching clit. You groan in anticipation, rocking your hips again to try and feel the sensation you where longing for. What seemed like an age occurred of him hitting your insides and teasing your clit by his fingers resting ever so closely.
"Severus" you whimper, one of your hands grabbing his and trying to force his fingers to move against your throbbing bud. In response Severus slaps your hand and completely stops. The room is suddenly silent, your heavy breathing filling it completely.
"Be patient" he snarls "Or I shan't continue" you mewl weakly to this, slowly removing your hand from his. "Good girl" he cooes and after a few moments of agonising waiting he continues his onslaught. Finally his fingers rest on your clit and he slows his thrusts to draw large circles against your aching bud with his two fingers.
You murmur his name again, tears beginning to sting your eyes. You feel his dick throbbing against your walls and you can tell he was so close. You open your eyes to see that Severus had closed his and a look desperation had befallen upon it. His hair was disheveled and slightly sticking to his sweaty face. You reach up and pull him further toward you by the back of his head, catching his lips in yours. He groans against your lips, kissing back slowly as his hand on your clit stops and he grabs your hips in effort to push himself further and further, trying to chase his orgasm which was so so close. His lips let go of yours and he leans his head above your shoulder, taking your skin in his teeth and biting hard as he cums deeply inside you, completely filling you with his warmth. Immediately his full weight leans against you and his thrusts become sloppy as he chases it to the end.
You let out a shaky breath, your aching feeling ever more urgent. Severus on the other had was still and silent. His eyes where closed against the covers, he was trying his best to come down from the dizzy high and also noticing the exhaustion which was pulling at his body. Sleep called for him but he ignored it, shakily pushing himself back above you and pulling out. He noticed the way his cum oozed out of you and his face contorts to disgust at the way it seeped onto his sheets.
"Severus" you groan, pulling him out of his trance. He looks at you with his dark eyes, the intensity had gone from them and you noticed how tired he looked. You frowned, looking away feeling bad at how much you still throbbed for his touch. Severus reads this and his hand returns to you, his fingers moving through your folds, feeling the mixture of your juices. Slowly he edges further up, finding your clit again and begins his circling once more, this time with a purpose. You breath out a sigh of happiness as your hips shake with your building pleasure. Severus enjoyed watching this, the way you reacted at his every move and touch, you where completely at his mercy and such a fact grounded him.
"Faster, please faster" you groan and he obeys, his fingers twirling your clit deliciously. His other hand reaches up and takes your nipple again, stimulating it between his two fingers in such a way that left you shaking and moaning for him. You where so close. Your hips tremble as you orgasm for him, the wave of pleasure completely wash over you. You let out a broken moan, grasping at the blankets and for a moment all you can think is Severus.
The pleasure passes and you lie there in the aftermath, your eyes half closed and your clit throbbing with pleasure. Severus shifts away from you, sheds his shirt and lies beside you, face staring at the dark roof. There you two rest. The tension between the two of you completely quenched, giving way to contentment.
An Interest in Ghorman // Krennic x Reader. Chapter 1
Heya this is the first part in a story between Orson Krennic and the child of Dasi Oran
8 BBY
You are the aide of your father Dasi Oran, senator for your home planet Ghorman. You call it your home planet but in actuality you had spent little time there, spending most of your life on Coruscant in the Apprentice Legislature programme at the senate and then graduating from the University of Coruscant. Now you where working with your father you found yourself often travelling, learning, and teaching about your Ghorman cultural heritage. You aide your father in official political business, controlling his correspondences, diary, and giving a quiet constant voice of support.
This is where you find yourself, sitting in the Imperial Senate and musing over why your father decided to come to this particularly boring session on changing traffic bylaws on Brentaal IV. You looked down at a crude drawing that you had created in likeness to the speaker, with a tap of your finger it is gone and the order of the day appeared. You thanked the stars that the session would be over soon.
"Change of plan" a gentle voice of your father murmurs "Mon has twisted my arm to stay for on for the next session" you give a slight bored sigh "and yes I feel the same" he says, anticipating your verbal response.
You busy yourself at your data pad, bringing up a spreadsheet of the day "The session on Geonosis?" you ask, tapping to see more information pop up on the screen. "How does this relate to us?"
"It doesn't, especially with their separatist history" your father replies with scorn, he leans over to peer at your datapad, both sets of eyes scan it for a moment. "turnout will be low and so she has insisted the attendance of all senators that still owe her"
"How many more favors do you owe her?" you ask, looking up at Mon, she sat high above you, she looked as regal as always, adorned in a flowing red and brown dress, with a blue jewel set on her thorax.
"Very few" he replies "but as you have learnt a great deal of politics is nodding and sitting". You nod absent mindedly, focused on reading the session information - Geonosis had fallen out of history after the clone wars, and growing gossip from the lower levels of Coruscant suggested something nefarious was occurring to the planet and population. Such talk combined with radio silence from the system led to an enquiry and the session.
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A few hours had past and the session on Genosis begun. The first session was low on numbers, but even less attended: only handful of ex-separatist senators and the small group Mon had persuaded. The session began with listing the enquiries of the committee. It is short. You wondered how much of this was built upon the hearsay spawned from the lower levels. It did not take long for the Imperial witness to be called to take the stand and answer. Imperial pen-pushers came and went without sparking much interest in you, this was until a "Director Orson Krennic" was called.
A tall handsome man swept into center stage and somehow filled the huge room with an overbearing aura. He is clad in a spotless high collared white double-breasted tunic that stood out against both the monochromatic chamber and his jet black trousers and black leather gloves. His hair was brown and flecked with white. The most interesting thing you found out the newcomer, apart from his good looks and large rank plaque, was his white cape which cut two diagonal lines from his collar to the top of his shoulders and then draped leisurely against his back. It was rare for you to see white uniforms, but you had never come across one who wore a matching cape.
The beginning of the discussion made you jump out of your analysis of the man. "The committee of this enquiry has been made aware of the role you have taken managing engineering in the Geonosis system. We wish to ask what such work included and the status of the Geonosian population"
For a moment the hall is silent and expectant. Orson places his gloved hands against the sides of the box, his leather clad fingers curling as he leans forward slightly, his cape swaying at his side. "My time in Geonosis was very short and I have no business there at this present time" he stated. His voice is deep and guttural with a slight lisp. It made you quake. "I oversaw the project of celestial power on the planet. This was the transition of clone war era droid factories into facilities for self-sufficient energy and resource production. The goal was to provide Imperial luxuries to populous who have led a backwards existence. Such a goal has been achieved" he finishes and crosses his arms.
At this you look at your father with a strained expression, he meets you with a similar look.
"In all respect Director you haven't answered my entire question" Mon Mothma asks, giving Orson a glare. "What of the population and is there a no access to the system?"
To this he smirks. "The Emperor has had many audiences with the Queen of the Stalgasin hive" he replies "she has made it abundantly clear that the Geonosians are greatly grieved with trauma from the clone wars, and therefore wish for no outside contact, especially those planets originally in the Galactic Republic." Orson sighs, pressing his two fingers against the bridge of his nose "We have made this clear in multiple official statements. I am not sure why such an issue has been pressed further." his hands return to the box again and his tone grows darker. "We are all well aware of this chamber's history, it rings with contempt and violence towards Geonosis and it's insectoids. Now they have chosen to return to their native ways, suddenly this chamber acts like the clone wars never occurred." Orson tone brightens slightly but he stares darkly at Mon. "and with that I hope this exiguous group of senators are contented".
"we are well aware of the press releases on the subject" she replies, meeting Orson's gaze. "However I am of the opinion that the Imperial senate warrant more than scraps of broadcasts."
Orson stiffened, his face laced with irritation that he was still being questioned. "Such an opinion should be raised with the Grand Vizier" Krennic replies coldly. "But I hope I have supplied you the satisfaction of reciting official broadcasts to you all" Orson finishes, not before muttering under his breath "I had assumed this chamber with such prestigious members have the ability to read but seemingly I was wrong". Not everyone picked up this parting shot.
Orson's eyes flick away from Mon's and he runs his eyes over the few number of senators with almost a merry twinkle forming in his eye, he was greatly entertained by the meager amount of people who attended the hearing. It was almost worth the haste just to see this pitiful display of the senate. For a few moments his eyes catch the pod that you and your father sat in.
"Well then that is all I wished to ask" Mon Mothma spits, she had heard his parting words and was most displeased. To this Krennic whisks around and in a flurry of white he returned to his seat in the main area of the witness pod. He almost slouched as he watched the session with the air of a man satisfied, he had sucked the little vigor that the committee held and the session finished soon after.
boromir x reader where you accidentally shot the third arrow
modern au: you take a vacation on a farm where you meet aragorn. he’s a horse (sfw)
you (female reader) are on your second date with eowyn. she moves in with you the next day
you’re in a playful argument with dwalin that gets more and more heated with every minute. just as you think he’s going to make out with you, he knocks you out and leaves
you’re having a picnic with merry. you ask him to give you an apple from the basket and he accidentally throws it at your head, killing you instantly
bilbo asks you out but you refuse because he looks like martin freeman
legolas x reader, au where he tops
modern au: you and bofur meet through facebook and he uses the ;) emoji in every message
the goblin king x reader, shrek au
gandalf x reader, fifty shades of grey au
thorin x reader, au where thorin knows what sex is
Sauron x reader, you’re Middle Earth’s best makeup artist and Sauron wants extension lashes. Not an AU (pro: he’s only got one eye. Con: he has no eyelid and everything’s on fire and you can’t get the glue to work).
Ori x reader x Shelob, Ori wants to teach you how to knit. Shelob wants to learn how to do a cable stitch in a web. You don’t know who you want more.
Tom Bombadil x reader, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory AU
Fili x reader, you two are on a date. You suddenly go for the kiss - and stab yourself on one of his many hidden blades. You die.
Elrond x reader, for his birthday you gave him eyebrow tweezers. You die.
Feanor x reader, you’re in the afterlife and he won’t shut up about the dwarf who got three (3) of Galadriel’s hairs.
Azog x reader, you thought using his prosthetic stabby arm to cook smores would make for a good bonding experience. You die. He eats the smores.
Gimli x reader, you were the orc who got Gimli’s axe embedded in your nervous system. You were twitching because you liked it.
Gandalf’s staff x reader, you are a moth. You cannot resist the glow (nsfw)
Coffeeshop AU Grima Wormtongue x reader, he’s the assistant manager always convincing the manager to make working conditions for the baristas worse and you’re a karen. 140k slowburn
LOTRO au #1. You and the ranger Saeradan go on a date to to Bree. You mithril coin from west gate to south gate. He’s disgusted and he breaks up with you
LOTRO au #2 Golodir x reader (nsfw). After a night of hot steamy sex you say something that Lorniel always used to say, triggering his ptsd and he stabs you, killing you instantly
LOTRO au #3 Bingo Boffin x reader, you are following him around Middle Earth on his nonsense and he’s captured by orcs. You don’t get to him in time. Torture, extreme whump, hurt/comfort, major character death, dead dove do not eat
Thranduil x elf!reader. You try to help him find love again after the death of Legolas’s mother. He gets angry, and banishes you. You cry and sail to the undying lands
Male!reader x that one uruk hai, you show him just how delicious “manflesh” can be ;) (nsfw)
Warning: one shot turn nsfw, swearing. I didn’t edit it, so there will be mistakes
You sat, bored, in the passanger seat of Sniper’s beat up camper van. You had been on the road since the day before and would not get to your destination until the day after. The road stretched endlessly in front of the van and you closed your eyes, wanting to look at something more interesting than the grey tarmac and the plain outback.
You where travelling to the next assignment place, the administrator had helicopter travelling arrangements for everyone but one. Seeing as sniper was already driving to the location, a name was pulled of a hat to go with him, unfortunately it was yours. ‘What bloody luck’ you thought, imagining that the rest of your team mates where already settled and ordering pizza.
“Oi, wake up” a voice said, pushing you. You jumped as Sniper chuckled at your response. “We are stopping for the night” You nodded, watching the sun slowly set as sniper pulled over and stopped the car.
“You could have been a little gentler” you said as the van came to an abrupt stop. “She’s used to it” Sniper said, tapping the front of the dash with his hand. ”There’s a good girl” he said to the car. You side eyed him at his weird display of affection and got out of the passenger seat. You stretched, your whole body complained at the length of time you had been sitting for. For a moment you enjoyed the fresh air before turning and entering the main part of the camper van.
“What food to you have” you ask sniper as he unlocked the main part of the caravan.
“Cans” Sniper said. “Oi don’t want to go hunting” he took his hat, placing it on the hook on the back of the door while you tried to find the cans he was referring to.
“Crocodile chunks?” you ask, taking the can in question out.
“It’s nutritious” sniper said, taking his jacket and shirt off, you look away, concentrating on reading the can’s information. You feel a figure behind you as sniper reaches over you to grab a packet of some kind of tea. You give him a tentative look as he places his kettle on the stove, he was wearing a white vest, showing off his tanned arms, they where quite muscly and tanned which surprised you, you had taken sniper to have quite a lanky build. Sniper looked at you staring at him and gave you a wink, you looked away, embarrassed and flushing pink as sniper smirked. You focused on finding something to eat, trying to ignore sniper as he sat down at the table, watching you. After a little while you found something which looked half decent and you busy yourself trying to heat it up, feeling sniper’s eyes always on your back.
You light the camp stove, open the can and find a pan to heat the contents of the can up. The van was silent and you felt so awkward as you stirred the food “So uhh” you mumble, trying to break the silence.
“How far are we from the new base?” you ask, poking the food.
“What a stupid question, you had the map” Sniper muttered. The van fell into silence again. “But probably another half day” sniper said after a while. You nodded, feeling more awkward than ever as you put your food in a bowl and found cutlery. You sat opposite Sniper who eyed you and the food.
“I made enough for two” you said, smiling shyly and placing a second fork on the table. Sniper nodded in appreciation and forked the contents of the bowl. You both ate in silence, your face still red. You tried to ignore the silence and the growing cold of the van as night fell. You shivered, the hot day had turned into a cold night.
“Cold sheila?” Sniper asked.
“Just a little” you reply, finishing your final mouthful of food.
Sniper frowns. “The bed is warm” he said, picking up the crockery and rinsing it out. Timidly you climb the ladder and pull yourself onto the bed which overlooked the van’s living space. The bed was a little larger than a single, and had a little window looking out at the pitch black desert. The only lights where the stars and the moon which winked down at you. You stare at the view, trying to pick out certain constellations and name the stars.
“Stargazing Shelia?” a Sniper asked, he had climbed up the ladder and started to pull himself onto the bed, you moved slightly so he could properly get onto it. He had removed his trousers, leaving on his red boxers. You quickly look away and stare back out at the view.
“The stars are so clear” you murmur, ripping your eyes away from the view and turning to sniper as he nodded. “So” you start, frowning as sniper looks up at you. he had laid down, leaving only a small strip for you to lie in, this meant you would have to half lay on the gangly New Zealander.
“Don’t be shy darlin” he said with a smirk as you contemplate on how you where going to lie down. “You aren’t heavy” he smirked. You nodded, laying down on your side, trying not to touch sniper, you where sure that your face was the shade of your red uniform, feeling embarrassed and slightly turned on at how close you where to him.
“Warm?” a gruff voice asked, he turned to you, his face was so close to yours.
Sniper pulled over the blanket and you sigh, you felt so uncomfortable, wedged between sniper and the wall. You dared not touch him or move, feeling like a spark would strike you down if you did. You however could feel yourself getting warmer and warmer, you felt like a little radiator.
“A little” you murmur, pulling off some of the blanket.
“I’ll help” Sniper said, pulling you toward him and placing his hand at the back of your lose trousers, skilfully he pulled them down. “Sniper!” you squeak.
“Don’t give me that love” he almost growled, his hand hovering on your arse, now only your pants being between you and his hand. “I saw you staring, you were not just hot and bothered from the weather” he smirked, gripping your arse in his hand.
You where lost for words “I-I-I” you stammer, your head becoming blank from his actions.
“Don’t deny it” sniper quipped “I knew you chose this outfit just to get to me”
You smirked slightly “You caught me” you said.
“Oh you bitch” he muttered. “You gave me a hard on for half of that bloody drive”
“That was the plan” you said.
“Are you going to let me shag ya, or are you just giving me blue balls?” sniper asked, his hand starting to move up, you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.
“I’ll think about it” you said, a smirk forming on your lips.
“Enough with the cheek” Sniper snapped, “Give me an answer. Now.” he demanded.
“You have obviously been tortured for so long” you drone “surely another few seconds wouldn’t matter”
With that sniper had enough, he pushes you into the wall and kisses you. You kiss back, feeling his teeth nip at your bottom lip. His hand goes up and grabs your boob, pulling you ever closer to himself. You moan slightly into his mouth as he moves away his lips and hands.
“Move” he ordered, pulling you under him so that he was on top. Quickly he rips of your shirt, bra and pulls down your pants. “gorgeous” he muttered, taking little time in removing his own boxers. His dick was thick and already dribbling precum just at the sight of you. Giving you one more look he lowers his head to kiss and nip at your neck and collar, leaving little marks before putting his lips back to yours and thrusting into you. You groan into his mouth, feeling his hard member enter you.
“You are going to scream for me, aren’t you Sheila?” he said into your ear. You nodded, moaning as he starts to thrust faster into you and you feel one hand go down to rub your clit. You close your eyes as he does this, being overwhelmed by the 6′‘1 man who had taken your body completely as his.
“You can be louder than that” Sniper muttered, “There is none but me to hear you”
You nodded, answering his request with a louder moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “There’s my girl” he said, groaning loudly. “You are going to make me cum so quickly by how gorgeous you are”
You grin at the compliment, grabbing his back and scratching it with your nails in response to his thrusting, you could feel his dick throbbing in you, he was close and you knew it.
“Are you close?” he muttered, his fingers still moving circles on your clit.
You groan a yes, and after a few more moments of his thrusting and rubbing you came, moaning. Sniper groaned at this, leaving your clit and grabbing your hair as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach.
“Fuck” he moaned, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on your hair. After a moment he loosened his grip and sighed in pleasure and satisfaction. He slowly got from above you, grabbing his vest and clearing up the cum he had left on you. There was a lot.
“I needed a good fuck” was the first thing which came out of sniper’s mouth. You smiled as he chucked the vest on the floor and moved you so that you laid on his chest.
“I am glad I helped” you said, feeling is heartbeat slow down.
Sniper smirked, placing his arms around you, slowly moving his fingers up and down your side. “You definitely did” he said, stopping his movements as you both feel asleep.
I haven't seen a drinking game for this movie and it is one of my favourite horrors. If you want to do every single one you may get very drunk. So choose your favourites!
Hannibal:
Take a drink:
- Hannibal kills someone
- Every time he alludes to killing people
- When he flirts with Clarice
- Take a good swig when you catch a glimpse of his chest hair and when you see his dogs are barking (his feet are shown)
- He gives someone a look that they will be killed very soon
Starling:
Take a drink:
- When she is sexualised by other characters. Take two if it is anyone other than Krendler (main creepy dude)
- When she is put down/ignored by superiors
- When she is a badass bitch
Verger:
Take a drink:
- Every he says “Cordell”
- When he acts creepy (personal opinion)
- Take a good swig when he says “The boys” (in reference to his piggies)
Pazzi:
Take a drink:
- When he is a simp
- When he does something stupid based on greed
- Each time he is made fun of by Hannibal, and take a good swig when Hannibal slaps his shoulder with his hand in the lecture.
"So tell me again, what is this game you are playing" Thrawn said, watching as you played the game on your phone.
"It is just a strategy game" you said, pressing to attack another player.
"I see, what do you gain from it?" he asked.
"More loot" you said.
"I mean in real life"
"Oh, nothing" you said, sticking out your tongue slightly as you attacked the base. "But maybe some serotonin, and maybe money if you win tournaments."
"I see" Thrawn said, watching you attack the person, interest starting to linger in his eyes. He did enjoy strategy, and it seemed like he could practise his skills on the game. Thrawn pulled out his data pad and searched the game. He found it and created an account, a thoughtful look on his face.
It had been a couple of days since Thrawn had downloaded the game. You walked into your shared quarters and sat beside your partner on the bed, relaxing and having a peak at what he was doing, your jaw dropped. His base looked like it was level 90.
"You downloaded it?" you asked, looking at the man.
"I did, fascinating how it works"
"How are you already level 90?" you asked, impressed.
"I think you call it, grinding?" he murmured, "I also invested credits so I can gain more resources to better attack and defend my base.
"How much credits did you spend?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.
"Only a few hundred" he said in his usual cool voice.
"A few hundred?" you asked, shocked.
"My investing has paid off my dear, do not fret," he said, clicking on the rankings. "I am the top of the leaderboard of this star destroyer"
You stared at the screen, confused, but there was his user name "Grand_Admiral" at the top with a gold trophy next to it.
"I hope that I will soon be at the top of the leaderboard for the galaxy and beat the player JediKnight501" he said smoothly, pressing on the galaxy leaderboard and there at the top sat JediKnight501.
"I wonder who that is" you murmured,
"Most likely the force user Ahsoka Tano" Thrawn said, pressing to see the base of JediKnight501. It was very advanced, no wonder it was number one.
"Good luck with that" you said, smiling. "I will carry on at my meager level 50"
Thrawn smirked, looking at your base and seeing how it could be improved, putting out his hand he took your phone and edited your base as you watched on. His fingers did quick work of redesigning and he gave it back to you. "I believe that my design decrease your unsuccessful defending by around 60%"
"Thanks" you said, looking at the improved base design.
"Of course" Thrawn said, placing his datapad down on the side.
"I must go back to the bridge" you nodded, watching Thrawn go, a smile on your face at how motivated he was with the random game.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Severus shows his love through looks, long and tight hugs, potions he makes just for you and being more gentle toward you. Because Severus is not the best at showing love and affection, it will not get very intense, only if he is feeling very emotional which only happens sometimes.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Severus would do anything for you, he would use sectumsempra, bleeding someone who wants to hurt you and come home, blood dripping from his clothes and hair, both his and the person's. No matter who it is, a fellow death eater, a muggle, he will do whatever it takes to protect you
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Severus would treat you well, he loves you so much that he wishes to keep you for himself. He would only hurt your feelings if he was angry and would not know better, not having someone as close as you before. He will not understand if he hurt your feelings, however, he would feel angry with himself if he hurt you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?
Sometimes Severus will slip potions into your food or drinks to make you feel better or make you well if you are ill. Apart from that, Severus would not do anything against your will.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
At the start, Severus is very closed and will not tell you anything about his past. However, as time goes on, Severus will tell you everything about his childhood, trauma and past.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Severus would feel sad and be angry that you would not want to stay with him. He would consider slipping a love potion into your food to keep you docile for him.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Severus doesn't really enjoy you trying to escape, it hurts him, as he has a terrible fear of abandonment. He would be angry and give you the silent treatment and might slip potions into your food or drink.
Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?
The silent treatment. Severus is very good at giving you the silent treatment and sometimes you don't even know why. This will make you feel even more alone than you have ever been, Severus not listening if you ask for help, food or water until you beg for his forgiveness.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Severus just wants you to stay with him, your future is with him. You are his, his stress relief, his love. The future is unknown and he will take one step at a time with you
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Severus gets jealous, although he does not say. Severus will, with his worry of being abandoned will stare at a person who is the reason for the jealousy, anger in his eyes. If you reciprocate, Severus will give you the silent treatment for as long as he sees fit.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Severus acts more gentle around you, he lets go of his walls to protect himself and he melts into your person.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He was awkward to approach you, meeting you in school, you became friends, however, you lost contact. When you become a professor at Hogwarts, Severus is even more awkward but approaches you with memories of school.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Inside, Severus is quite sad and needs someone to be with like you. He can open up to you, show his kinder and gentler side which he hides to protect himself from those who want to hurt him.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Silent treatment, Severus can not talk to you or even react to your voice if you have been bad. This makes you frustrated and angry at Severus, however, he will not talk until he believes it is right. Severus will also if you agree, with sex, tying you up and fucking you until you apologise and spew forgiveness from your quivering mouth.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not many, he will want to make sure that you do not leave him or hurt him. The ring which he have you has a little tracker inside so he knows where you are so he can make sure you are safe and not in places you should not be.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
It depends, on some things like your worries he is very patient, however, if you get annoyed at him, don't do as he says or try to leave, Severus is not at all patient with you.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
It will be hard for Severus to move on. Like with Lily, he will feel his heartbreak in two. He will spend a lot of time grieving and being unable to believe that you are gone.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Slightly, however, he believes that you being with him is more important than you being free and without him.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
His childhood, worry of isolation and people leaving him. Therefore, he wants to make sure that you will always stay with him by taking you to be his.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Severus will not know what to do, having never have had to look after someone who is giving off these emotions. He will at first withdraw from you and then, when you do not stop will hold you until you stop.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Severus does not show how in love he is with you, he keeps it inside him and only shows it after a while of you two being together.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
When he gives you the silent treatment, he will not even look at you, allowing you to escape from him. He also gives you freedoms, and if you take the ring off he would find it harder to find you.
Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
In sex he will bite you, but apart from that, Severus would not want to hurt you, he adores you and would never want to see you hurt, especially by himself.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Severus adores you, your kindness and personality being a draw for him. He wishes to keep you and have your love all to himself, therefore he will very much revere you as a perfect and beautiful being which he wishes to keep as his.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Years and years. Severus is not good at understanding his emotions and it will take him a while to take you.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He may, when he is taken up entirely by emotion, then when he realises what he has done he will break himself by the emotion of what he did to you. He will try and make you better and happy again with him.
Hannibal sat in the small hotel room he had rented. He was thinking of how he could become more permanently part of Florence which would fulfil his interests. The idea of the library crossed his mind, the elderly librarian who did not do a very good job in looking after the important Palazzo Library was nothing but a nuisance to all who knew him. Hannibal smiled, his plan falling into place in his mind.
Another meeting came and went and again, you and Doctor Fell were the last people in the room, the other scholars leaving for other things. You smiled at the Doctor as he put on his white hat and picked up his many papers.
"A very interesting debate" you said, picking up your own things.
"Thought provoking to say the least" Doctor Fell echoed, sending you a smile. "I may accept your offer late"
"My offer?" you ask.
"Do you not remember asking me for coffee?" Doctor Fell asked.
"Oh, yes, of course" you said, grinning, slightly flustered. Doctor Fell gently smiled in response and followed you out of the building.
"I am unfortunately not fully aware of the best places in Florence for coffee" Doctor Fell said.
"Caffe degli Artigiani is a rather good" you said, guiding the man through the streets of Florence a short way to a cafe that looked over a tiny square. It was only a short walk that rested in comfortable silence as you walked together through the tight streets of Florence.
"So" you said, you were the first person to break the silence now you had both sat and had ordered drinks. "You are obviously not a native of Italy, are you from America? Eastern Europe?"
"I have spent some time in America" Doctor Fell. "But what about you?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "You are not a native either, are you?"
"You are correct" you said, "I am from the United Kingdom"
"Oh yes, I have enjoyed many good meals there" Doctor Fell said.
You smiled, and you fell into silence as the drinks were placed on the table.
"Tell me (y/n), do you believe in God?" he asked, looking at you over his cup.
You were slightly taken aback by this so deep of a question but decided to take it anyway, thinking for a moment you answered. "It depends" you said slowly. "God is real to those who believe them to be so, the thought of them brings comfort to many who suffer, so I would say yes, I do believe in God as an idea and thought which brings inspiration and comfort to those who believe in him" you said. Hannibal watched you, intrigued at your answer, his coffee in his hand.
"A very thought-provoking answer" he mused, a small twinkle in his eye. "How then would you explain for those who suffer who believe in God?"
"There is a part of free will in suffering" you said.
"But what about cases, such as when a church roof collapsed on those who were worshipping?" Hannibal asked, tapping his cup slightly. "Therefore it gives us two conclusions, either there is no God, or that God is a murderer"
You sighed, "You have stumped me Doctor Fell" you said, a small smile on your lips.
Hannibal looked back at you, his eyes twinkling and his tongue sliding against the top of his teeth. "You are very interesting to talk to" Hannibal said. "But I do agree, the idea of God has led to both things of beauty and destruction, wasn't it the crusaders who believed they had their God's blessing before invading lands which they had never known beforehand"
"I agree" you said. "On one hand it has caused the crusades and witch trials, however, the idea of God set influences for art, music and literature which are still alive today. You can trace back pop music to the Gregorian chants, created to celebrate God" Hannibal sipped his drink, his interest growing. "I prefer to focus on the good, as you can most likely tell" you said, with a smile. Hannibal sent you back a smile. You noticed that it was one a twinkle, but also something else which you could not think what it would be. You shrugged it off, taking another sip of your drink and looking around the cafe.
"They do good food here also" you said, changing the subject completely from the heavy topic you were discussing.
"I shall make a note" Hannibal said, not looking around, instead he was thinking. You reminded him a bit of Clarice, always looking for the good, he wondered if you would squirm the same way as Clarice. On another hand, you also reminded him of Mischa. His wonderful sister was a person of pure innocence and kindness. For the three times you had talked, Hannibal seemed to already sussed you out, meanwhile, you haven't a clue of who Doctor Fell really was and his true nature under it.
"Bach" Hannibal said, breaking the silence that had fallen.
"What about him?" you ask, lowering your cup.
"He is a prime example of a composer who had been inspired by an idea of God"
You nodded in agreement. "Bach's music is wonderful, especially his Mass in B minor. I have had the pleasure once to listen to it live"
"A pleasure indeed" Hannibal echoed. "Although I have never heard that particular piece of choral music live, I have enjoyed St Matthew's passion" You nodded, smiling. You were glad that you and Hannibal found some further common ground between you both, it was nice to find someone too easy to talk to and such interesting company.
"Have you met Patrizia Fubini?" you asked. "He is the librarian at the Capponi Library"
"I have not" Hannibal lied. He actually had met the man and found him annoying and idiotic, not at all worthy of having the title of a librarian.
"He has not been to meetings because he is quite ill" you said quietly. "I have kept in contact with him as he is my uncle and I always tell him what we discuss in the meetings." you frowned, sighing slightly. "He had a stroke just a couple of weeks ago and he is only now able to walk properly." Hannibal cocked his head and watched as you sighed, sadness overtaking you a little. "I am glad that he is on the mend and will return to his duties soon" Hannibal nodded, taking another sip of his drink and watching you, waiting for you to carry on. "I am sure you would like Patrizia Doctor Fell" you said, "he enjoys discussing questions on God and philosophy."
"I will look forward to meeting him" Hannibal said, his head still slightly cocked, he watched you with interest, how you reacted when worried about someone you loved. "Now" Hannibal said, swigging the rest of his drink. "It has been nice to spend some time with you, however, I must depart"
"Ah yes" you said, drinking the rest of yours and standing. "Where are you staying Doctor?" you asked.
"Not to far" Hannibal said.
"I live with a view over the river Arno" you said as Hannibal placed some money down on the table and you walked out together into the street. He nodded, tipping his hat as a goodbye before walking down one of the streets. You watched him go before walking down another street toward your flat, Doctor Fell's questions still buzzing in your mind.
This is a fanfic for Hannibal, set after silence of the lambs and at the start of Hannibal the movie.
Vide Cor Meum, a story about Dante and Beatrice. That was what the group of prestigious scholars and other researchers were discussing Dante's La Vita Nuova and the new adaptation into opera.
A new member had joined the group, the name doctor fell. He seemed a pleasant man, understanding the complexities of the story and opera. You seemed to hit it off in the conversation, Doctor Fell agreeing with most of what you had to say which was a change, as you and your ideas were usually shut down by other members. This was because you were the youngest there, meaning you were always looked down upon.
"So doctor, what brought you to Florence?" you asked, a small smile on your face.
"My interests" Doctor Fell said, placing his hat onto his head and flashing you a small smile.
"and what may they be?" you asked, smiling back.
"the fine arts" he said, placing some papers into his bag. "Art, literature, music" you hummed as he picked up his bag. "I must ask why as one as young as yourself is here"
"the same as you, doctor" you said with a smile. "I also enjoy learning and to discuss the fine arts"
"I wonder what we also have in common" he said with a little wink.
"I do also" you said, smiling. "Maybe we can discuss that over some coffee? Or some wine if you are feeling so inclined"
Doctor Fell gave you a smile, adjusting his hat. "I would take up your offer, however, I do have some business to attend to" he gave you a slight smirk. "I will look forward to the next meeting"
"Quite" you said, watching as Doctor Fell walked out of the large room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. He was quite dashing, the new Doctor Fell, he seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it, a man like himself must have a wife or a husband. You rolled your eyes at your thoughts of Doctor Fell and his relationships, instead, you picked up your papers and hugged them to your chest as you left the room.
You lived in a small apartment overlooking the river Arno. It was full of books, research papers and other random objects you had collected over the past years. You worked at a local museum as their head researcher of Renaissance and Italian art, history and literature, the job brought with it a lot of books.
You sat on your couch and looked as the river went past and the people on the other side. You loved your view, helping you to calm yourself and concentrate on the task at hand. At the moment you had nothing to do, being finished for the day. Yawning slightly you reached for the remote and switched through some channels until it fell onto some random channel with the news which you watched idly, busying yourself with sorting out the papers you had brought home into semi-neat piles. You had enjoyed the debate today, for the first time in a while.
You got up and turned the TV off, you were hungry and went out to get some food in the many delicious restaurants of Florence.
You laid on your shared bed, your head propped against the headrest. You were woozy, your bump now quite a large size and you were sure you could feel little kicks here and there. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to relax for a moment. You wondered where your lover was, they were away on some mission, leaving you behind under the watch of a medical droid. They had been gone for at least a week and you missed them. Their protective, gentle touches, ones which you knew you were safe in.
"2-1B" you called, not opening your eyes as the medical droid came forward.
"Yes madam" it said. "Is anything the matter?"
"Do you know when they are getting back?" you asked, knowing this was a slightly fruitless endeavour to ask.
"No new information has been received about their whereabouts," 2-1B said. You sighed, nodding lazily and falling asleep.
You woke to talking and gingerly opened your eyes. A smile started to form on your face, seeing them talking to the medical droid. They looked tired but happy. Your lover must have heard you as he looked around and a smile formed on their lips. Slowly they approached, tucking some hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek.
"How have you been my dear?" they asked, stroking your cheek and watching you, love in their eyes.
"I have been well" you said, smiling up at them. "But how have you been?" you asked, worried.
"Perfectly well" they said, letting go of your cheek and shuffling onto the bed. Gently they placed their hands on your stomach and closed their eyes. A small smile formed on their face.
"Our child has grown since I have last been with you" they said, stroking your stomach. "The force is strong with our young one"
"Are you sure?" you asked, watching your lover as they connected with your child.
"I am positive darling" he said, a small smile formed on their lips and slowly they let go of your stomach, opening their eyes.
"I am truly excited to meet our child" they said, shuffling up the bed to be next to you. "I promise not to go on any further missions until they are born"
"Thank you" you said, taking their hand and resting against their shoulder. "I missed you"
"I missed you also" they said, stroking your hand with his thumb. "and I am glad I have returned to you and our child"
