HP // Severus Snape
Belly Kink Headcanons
🧪 Right from the start, I have to disappoint you: Severus is about as willing to indulge someone's kink as he is to lick a cactus. And no, I'm afraid it doesn't even make much of a difference whether he despises you or despises you a little less. Severus is simply a very closed off person who refuses to show any kind of vulnerability, feeling like it could (and will) be used against him. Even his clothing already suggests that he lives a very secretive, almost celibate kind of lifestyle; too focused on his duties to allow himself the waste of time that is small pleasures - or bigger ones. But that doesn't mean there won't be any chances for you to witness him in kinky settings at all! And believe me, if he finds you somewhat interesting, he will try his best to work up the courage to give you little crumbs, slivers of hints even.
🧪 As secretive and stoic as he may be - everybody needs to eat. And Severus almost always joins the meal times in the Great Hall. These are a ticket to potential kinky scenarios, if you have keen eyes and pay close attention. He's used to running on as little as possible when it comes to nourishment and sleep, even after all these years as a Hogwarts professor, but there are, of course, foods he doesn't handle as well. Everybody has them. Heavy meals with lots of cream or cheese, dark meat, assortments of vegetables, those things make his stomach quite active. Nothing he couldn't possibly silence with a skilled Muffliato, of course. In the Great Hall, it's usually too noisy to catch, anyway. But if you were to be close to the staff table, you might be able to if you strain your ears. That little glorp from his stomach, the moment the first bite enters it. The soft bubbling and sloshing after soup. And how it becomes lower and more intense, the more he eats. Don't make it too obvious though, unless you want him to avoid you like the plague...
🧪 Another, very good way to overhear his stomach is during late afternoon classes, or when you bump into him before dinner. There's something about those 4 PM classes with the seventh years that always makes his stomach complain with hunger. Again, nothing he couldn't silence. There's no way he's giving some students any kind of leverage over him, even if it's just something as minor as a growling stomach. But there are times when the Muffliato comes too late - or doesn't come at all. For example, when he's in the middle of restocking his ingredients or grading essays, believing he's alone. I mean it. The best way to overhear a sound from his digestive system is to sneak up on him when he believes he's alone. He might hex you into next week for it, though.
🧪 Hypothetically speaking, if he did enjoy your company and knew about your kink... he wouldn't downright judge you. Sure, he might give you a judgmental look or some biting remark, but that's mostly his defense mechanism, not what he actually thinks. It's hard to tell what he's thinking most of the time, really. But beware: When he finds out you have this kink, he will try to read your mind. He will try to understand. No, he can't just ask you. That would be way too shameful. Too open. Too direct. What he sees is enough to make heat creep up his neck, right underneath his collar. Why is it so... oddly intimate? He can't quite grasp why you enjoy this kind of thing, but... from that day on, you will catch tiny, little glimpses of him indulging you. And trust me, those moments are so small and fleeting that you will wonder if they truly happened. They range from standing behind you in the exact moment his stomach growls, to eating the dessert he usually skips.
🧪 Give this man time. Lots of time. Vulnerability of any kind isn't safe for him. He would probably rather chop his own arm off than admit he has a stomach ache. And yet, there will be signs. All of a sudden, he will be a little less subtle about it when he's near you. His hand wanders to his middle every once in a while. He conveniently "misses" the right time to cast Muffliato, so you can hear small sounds coming from his abdomen. And one day, perhaps, he will even let you touch his stomach without recoiling. Trust me when I say he needs it. He's tense like a bowstring all the time, and a good belly rub would fix him right up. He'd melt like butter in the sun underneath your touch, and honestly? He knows that. Hence why he doesn't allow it. And yet... he gravitates towards you more and more. Occasionally brushing against you with his stomach ever so slightly. He wants you to notice it. Pay attention to it. He thinks about your hands on him way too often for his comfort.













