One would think, this being the fifth year of Rickmas, that I'd learnt my lesson? Why have I still not finished the prompt list? It's the 7th of October for goodness sake... Why haven't I even begun thinking about what to possibly write for this event that I host every year? WHY am I like this? *grabs hair and flips table*
Anyway, the prompt list for Rickmas2024 is coming, I have nailed down 6 prompts so far and have a few I think can work with this year's theme. My goal is to get the prompt list up by November 1st so you darlings have more time to prepare for this year's feast（*＾-＾*）
A/N: So, I’ve gotten some requests/wishes for Brandon smut, the continuation of prompt 1 of this RICKMAS, and for more tender and gentle Brandon - well, I’m here to make all those wishes come true! 🥰
Tags/TW’s: Explicit Smut, Adoration, Desperation, Care, Devotion, Love
Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name
Word Count: 2.1k+
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‘I know of something far prettier, that I would adore making a mess of, in due time,’ he had said over two weeks ago. The welcoming of his homecoming had lasted the entire evening and when the time to retire had finally come about he had seemed so utterly drained you had only wished to snuggle him. Christopher had fallen asleep in just a few seconds so you had known your choice to offer him warmth and comfort had been the right one no matter how your body had burned to be touched by him.
There had been something else burning you that night though. Being a gentle soul, easily afflicted by ailments from the time you were sick as a young child, the time spent out in the cold when greeting him had sent you into a high fever. You were unable to remember the first week of your husband being back home but each time you had come to he had been by your side. Worry in his eyes and soothing voice.
Now it had been three days since you had been fully restored and the fever gone. You felt more than fine yet your husband had been most stern about you resting and not doing anything that required any energy. That, unfortunately, extended to lovemaking as well. It was driving you bonkers that all he offered were small kisses and long hugs. It had been months, months since you had laid with him and having him home but not willing was infuriating.
Now it was Sunday, one week left until Christmas Day and you could not take it anymore. Much like the howling wind outside you felt as if you would kick up a storm if he did not see sense soon. Your entire body was desperate for his touch, your mind in shambles — made worse by the absolute beauty he was. You adored his kindness and care, the way he worried and always held your well-being as an absolute priority. But now, by god, you wished to whack him atop his pretty head with the candlestick on your nightstand to get him to see reason.
His hair was sleep tossed and his eyes soft as he watched you the very second he awoke.
“Good morning, love,” he whispered but you huffed at him.
“My love, what is the matter?” he asked, alarmed by the way you turned your face away from him.
“It is not a good morning. In fact, it is the most terrible morning when one wakes up next to the most beautiful man one has ever laid eyes upon, which one is married to as well, yet the man is untouchable,” you sulked out, being so tensed up with need you couldn’t help the sour mood.
Christopher moved about in bed while you laid with your back towards him. His hand travelled up your bare arm most gently before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. The warmth of his body reached you as he came closer.
“Love, you were not well,” he said quietly.
“But I am more than well now, yet my husband is withholding himself from me so adamantly.”
“Love, you must understand, I do not wish to cause you any harm.”
“You are harming me now, denying me what I wish for the most… How can you not see that I need you?” you asked, nearly in a pleading voice still tinted by the sour need coursing through your entire body — as if he were in your very blood.
He kissed your shoulder again, tenderly, while his hand journeyed to your own where he entwined his fingers with yours while you watched the snow begin to stick to the window on the other side of the room.
“Do you promise you are fully well, darling?” he asked, his voice an octave lower than before.
“Yes, I’m well, Christopher. Please… I need you as much as my next breath,” you confessed while your body warmed under his hold and the pebbling of little kisses ha lavished your shoulder and neck with.
“All I wish, is to care for you,” he said while moving slowly to lay atop you. “All I want in life, is your joy and love,” he continued while he situated himself between your legs. His gorgeous face hovered above yours and you felt your body begin to burn under the intense but adoring manner he viewed you.
“You have all of that,” you said softly, your breathing turning harsher.
“Then what’s left is your pleasure, my love,” he hummed in that baritone voice of his.
“It’s all yours,” you whispered while reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders while he leaned forward.
Your lips met and the world was gone. There was only you and him. There was nothing else in existence at that very moment when he laid between your thighs and you felt him grow hard against your pelvis.
He kissed you with ardency, tender care and warmth. His hand travelled down along the side of your naked body until he reached your thigh where he grabbed a hold gently. Your mingling tongues danced as he began to slowly grind against you, the ridge of his cock stroking between your folds only to nudge your clit towards the end, each and every time. It had you spiralling into a moaning mess beneath him in no amount of time.
“I adore you,” he hummed against your lips. “With every ounce of me there is,” he continued as he travelled down to your neck while squeezing your thigh to part your legs further.
“Darling, please,” you moaned as he gave your nipple a soft lick before travelling to the other where he sucked it in between his teeth before offering it the same treatment.
Your hands reached up to grab at the sides of the pillow as he travelled further down, kissing his way to your wanting core with nothing but pure love in his tender touches.
“I will ever only wish to please you,” he said as he nestled down between your thighs. Your chest was heaving, your heart hammering and there was nothing but lust and love in it for him.
“I have no other purpose in life, my love,” he said before his tongue stroked over your clit. The little bundle of nerves already so sensitive and needy for his attention after such a long time of him being absent.
He latched on, gently, and suckled at the tiny bud while he move to give his fingers access. While his tongue kept lavishing your most sensitive spot he gently pushed his finger inside you. You gasped, your back arched and he pushed his digit all the way in.
“Hmmm,” he groaned, the vibrations of his mouth making you gasp out.
“Oh, god,” you whimpered while he stroked your insides in a teasingly slow manner while his tongue kept licking and circling your clit in a way that only allowed your pleasure to build, not to find the release you so desperately craved.
“You are everything,” he said while pushing a second digit inside of you. You threw your head back before lifting it only to find him looking up along your body with the most gorgeous look in his eyes. The warmest, purest of happiness radiating from him while he smiled so utterly fondly at you — all while his fingers worked their way in and out of you at a maddening pace.
“Please, please, I need-, haaa-!” you choked out as he curled his fingers to reach that elusive spot deep inside of you that had you in utter shambles.
“So beautiful,” he whispered while he began to kiss your thigh. You were being driven to the brink of madness from the tender, soft, slow torture of pleasure you had wished for so desperately. Your entire body was tensing, every muscle and nerve cording themselves under his ministrations.
“Christopher, I beg you, please,” you whimpered as he upped the pace and rose up. The view of him, half sitting on his knees between your thighs as he pleasured you and began to stroke himself leisurely was indescribable. He was so beautiful, so lust-inducing that there was no way on god’s green earth that you’d ever be able to have enough of him. He was everything to you, and no matter how he tortured you with slow and tender loving that you adored so viciously you would never have your fill of him.
“I want all your pleasure, I crave it, my love. All this time, these days of having you close but never close enough, such torture to my soul,” he groaned while his hand gripped his cock harder. It was erotic beyond words. To see him pleasure himself while doing the same to you. But you needed more, you needed him.
As if he could feel how close you were, how your desperation had sky-rocketed, he leaned forward and withdrew his fingers from you. You moaned and ached at the emptiness while he lined himself up between your thighs. His eyes never left yours.
As his lips kissed yours, he gently pushed himself inside your slick cunt. Your hands shot up, gripping at his neck to pull him closer while he sank to the base into you with a restrained groan.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whimpered as he kissed your cheek and laid down atop you without adding any true weight.
“As I love you,” he said on a deep exhale by your ear.
He began to pump into you at a slow and steady pace, appearing to draw out the pleasure from your body with each perfect stroke. Your legs wrapped around him as you met him thrust for thrust. Your panted breaths mingled with his and a sheen of sweat began to mist your body as you did all you could to not cry out how desperate you were for him to make you come.
“More,” he groaned, “not yet,” he gritted while you felt his entire body go rigid. You were wobbling on the edge too, holding back with all your might, waiting for him to tell you to let go. You were clinging to your sanity as he picked up the pace with a near snarl escaping his lips that were pressed against your neck. The tip of his nose dug into your skin and you had nearly resorted to begging when he slammed into you so harshly you cried out from the bliss claiming you.
“Yes,” he groaned while slamming into you again, and again, his cock pulsing and your insides clenching as you whimpered and crumbled beneath him. Your entire body shook while pleasure beyond comprehension washed over you in crashing waves as he filled you with his cum.
You saw stars when he stilled and kissed your neck softly.
“Love,” he panted, “are you alright?” he asked, as he always did.
“I’m wonderful,” you said in a sated tone, feeling the last trembles subside while he softened inside you. The way he squeezed you a little tighter had your heart fluttering and you leaned your own head up to bury your face in the crook of his neck as both of you found your equilibrium again.
You hadn’t even taken notice of the way the wind had picked up outside, or how the snow now covered all the windows — sticking to the glass like paper to glue. The weather was raging beyond the walls of the Delaford Estate and you couldn’t have cared less. No storm out there could ever match the one in your heart when your husband leaned up and looked down on you with such adoration and care in his bright eyes.
“Appears that we shall remain indoors today, love,” he said and you giggled.
“I can think of a few things we can do to keep ourselves… warm,” you whispered, a small blush creeping over your dear husband's cheeks from the way you looked at him with unabashed hunger.
“You are insatiable,” he murmured with a soft smile before he kissed the tip of your nose. “A bath first, and then we shall see what other compromising positions I can have you in.” It was your turn to blush, but your heart leapt at his words.
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Pairing: Student!Snape x Student!Reader (in a dress)
POV: Third, Snape
Setting: A Yule Ball, Hogwarts
A/N: I am exhausted. Tomorrow kicks off the first Christmas celebration and I have managed to write today's fic, tomorrow's fic AND half of Sunday's fic. My brain is fried, my fingers hurt and I want to take a nap even though it's almost 8pm 😂 Either way I hope you'll enjoy this fic as we are changing it up a little bit again with a young Snape this time around 🥰👏
Tags/TW’s: Confessions, Longing, Self-doubt,
Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name
Word Count: 1.9k+
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He was going to do it. If only he could find something to bloody wear! He dragged his hands through his hair, racking through his brain as he glared at his all-black and dark purple wardrobe. There was nothing in there appropriate for the Yule Ball — for getting you to finally notice him as something more.
It was his last chance perhaps, and he wished with all his heart he could just have plucked up the courage to ask you to the dance weeks ago but he never dared, not even when you studied with him or walked to class together while you talked his ear off about the whole ordeal.
There was only one set of attire left for him to wear, hidden away in his trunk. He’d never imagined he’d ever wear it when Lucius had gifted it to him. Then he had imagined himself dressed in it for the first ever date with you, that he never dared ask for.
After all, what would you think if the misfit with an abnormally large nose and usually greasy hair asked someone like you out on a date? Yet he had dreamt of it many times, wondering what it would feel like to be with you. It made his stomach clench with nervous knots. But I’m going to do it. Tomorrow I am going to go to that infernal ball even if I do not have a bloody date and I am going to ask you to dance with me. I really am going to do it. And then they’ll all laugh at me… Won’t they?
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His hands were shaking while adjusting the black bow tie around his neck. He could hear the chatter from the Great Hall but had yet to gather enough courage to go in, he’d be forced to soon or the doors would close and it would all start without him. He needed to sneak in undetected and hide away in the back until the dancing had started.
He smoothed his hands over the emerald green fabric of his tuxedo one more time and tugged on the lapels a bit even if they laid perfectly. Here goes, he thought and began to sneak towards the Great Hall.
Somehow he managed to get in undetected as everyone was busy looking at the spectacular decorations and the array of girls dressed up in beautiful dresses. Severus only had eyes for one girl though, dressed in a billowing purple dress with no other adornments — it took no focus away from your beautiful face but rather enhanced everything about you. He almost lost the capability of breathing when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd on Carmichael Vance’s arm, one of the popular boys with a charismatic smile and perfectly proportionate features only elevated further by his tanned skin and short, tightly curly hair.
You were smiling widely while he spoke with you and Severus could only watch, hidden at the edge of the room. That it hurt so badly within him to see you laugh and chat happily with the handsome boy he could do nothing about. Of course he’d ask you… The handsome Gryffindor boy going with the pretties, kindest… I had no chance at you anyway.
Headmaster Dumbledore stepped up on stage and spewed out some happy speech about friendship and ‘good fun’ while Severus focused only on the back of your head. His eyes never left you despite the growing sense of what a fool he was for dressing up, for coming to the ball, for daring to even think of asking you for a dance. He was most likely some charity case for you, because you’re too kind…
The music kicked off and the four leading couples, two students from each house mixed together, lead the first dance. You and Mr Vance were of course one of those couples and there was no denying the two of you danced splendidly together. Both of you from wealthier families, undoubtedly having been taught proper dance from a young age and so you appeared to easily fall into a steady pace with each other.
You were too beautiful while smiling widely, as you seemed to always do whenever he spotted you around the school. Less so when you’re with me…
He watched, from afar, while the dance floor filled with students of all ages — dancing, smiling, laughing people that he shared nothing with. So, as the music grew louder and the time ran forward he slowly removed himself, edging towards the doors while still watching you laugh and smile so brightly it nearly hurt his heart. You never smiled like that when you were with him. And he still did not understand why you sought him out for study hours, or late dinners.
“This was a stupid idea,” he whispered to himself as Mr Vance twirled you around. He turned his back on the Great Hall and the Christmas-like decorations all in silver and white while his shoulders slumped and he glanced down at the expensive clothes he’d adorned in some foolish hope he’d finally be brave enough to step up. That perhaps, with his hair washed and tied up in a ponytail with string — just a few errant strands framing his face — and the costly clothes he’d be something more worthy of your attention. That for one night he could have been someone else, anyone but the pour half-blood that had absolutely no business even looking in your direction.
The music faded as he stepped out on the courtyard, dragging out his winter cloak from the little bag with an undetectable extension charm to it tied to one of the belt loops of his pants. The wind was gentle but cold, the sparkling snow crunching beneath his shoes as he walked towards the bridge where he knew he’d be alone.
At least the other gits were too occupied with the ball to torment me. And, I got to see you dance… He sighed and stopped at the middle of the bridge, watching out from one of the many arches. He felt more alone in the world than ever before.
“Severus!” He jolted, the sound of your voice coming from far away. I’m delusional too. Fantastic.
But, the sound of thudding steps in a run reached him a second later.
“Severus!” you called again and he turned to see a flurry of purple fabric moving towards him before his eyes got snagged by yours.
“Y/n?” he asked, his breath fogging over and your smile shifted. The wide, sparkling smile that was beyond beaming turned small and your features turned more lax.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Nothing,” he said as you stopped right before him. Your cheeks were rosy, and your bared shoulders and arms were covered with goosebumps.
“Why did you leave?” you asked while reaching up to hug yourself.
“Why would I not?”
“I was waiting for you,” you said and he arched his brow at you, not knowing what to think of that. “Why didn’t you ask me to dance?” you continued and his cheeks heated.
“Why would I? I wouldn’t want to ruin your night.”
“Ruin my night?”
“You looked happy, when you are with me you never smile like that so why would I—”
“Are you a complete idiot or playing the fool?” you interrupted and he jolted at your harsh words spoken in a light voice.
You stepped closer, shivering and trembling in the cold and he could not stand it.
“You’re freezing,” he muttered and removed his cloak only to drape it over your shoulders.
“So warm,” you hummed and pulled it tighter, he could have sworn he heard you inhale a little bit deeper before sighing. He could not help but adore the view of you in his cloak.
“But honestly, are you so dense?” you continued while looking up at him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I even wore your colours,” you murmured, as if you were nervous and he couldn’t understand why your voice shifted in such a manner.
“What do you mean, my colours?”
“Well, look at me…”
He had done so all evening already so there really was no need but he did as you asked and looked you over while you held open the coat.
“You’re very pretty,” he said. “But you always are.”
“Ugh, Severus!” you said and stomped your foot while rolling your eyes.
“What?”
“You really are such a thick-head sometimes!”
He blanched at the comment, not the kind he usually got thrown at him.
“With you, I don’t have to smile like that, there’s no need for me to pretend and be someone I’m not,” you said and his back straightened at the severity in your voice.
“I don’t have to constantly laugh and smile, you know my cheeks hurt every evening from that!”
“Y/n, what are you on about?”
“Ugh, Severus! I like you! I don’t know how much clearer I can make it? I feel like a bloodhound! Always hunting you down, always forcing my company on you, always trying to talk to you and get you to just notice me! It’s like, the one guy I have always fancied doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. And there I was—” you yelled while pointing towards the castle “—seeing you at the edge all the time, watching me constantly and you never even bothered to talk to me.”
He didn’t know what to say. You weren’t wrong. He always struggled to talk with you, always found it hard to look at you as his heart would go rampant and he wouldn’t be able to focus on whatever the two of you were talking about.
“Severus, don’t you like me? At all?” you asked quietly and he had to look at you when you sounded so hurt.
“I like you…” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I-, I got all dressed up like an idiot too, thinking if I could just look like someone else, someone worth your time for just an evening you’d-, I don’t know, something.”
“Sev…” you whispered while smiling softly up at him. “I don’t want any of this,” you continued while reaching up to tug the string from his hair, allowing it to fall freely in its usual black curtains.
“There’s no need to dress up, just because of some folly holiday. I just want you, the everyday you. Not this yule ball version of you.”
“You think Christmas a folly holiday?” he asked while his hands clenched, in an effort to stave off the shaking from how close you were.
“I love Christmas, but I think it’s folly to change who you are for something momentary. Like kids being good the last week before Christmas in hopes of receiving more gifts when one should be kind all year round. And you’re a wonderful grump dressed in black and purple all year round,” you giggled out as a small smile tugged on his lips. Something warm slipped inside of him.
“Sev, please, won’t you give me a chance?” you asked and his heart did a somersault.
“You mean-, as a-, a—”
“As a couple, Sev. I like you, I really, really do. And I’m tired of having to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not with you…” The honesty in your voice made his hands reach out instinctively, taking you into a tight embrace despite the fear blaring in him that there was no way beautiful you could be willing to be with someone like him.
“I’d like that, Y/n.”
“Severus,” you said against his chest and reached around to hold him just as tightly.
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A/N: This was short and sweet, a little on the simpler side of things but still, so cute 🤭🥰❤ I hope you're having a fantastic Friday (or whatever day when you read this) and that you remember to treat yourself with kindness ❤
Characters: First Year Snape [Mentions Peeves and the Bloody Baron a little]
POV: Third, Snape
Setting: Hogwarts, Great Hall
A/N: I have very little time today so had to do a shorter one today darling, I hope you’ll love it though! I think this may be the youngest Snape I’ve ever written about and he is ADORABLE 😩👏❤
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He couldn’t stop looking.
His first year at Hogwarts hadn’t turned out how he expected, nothing ever seemed to in his life. But, at the very least, he had received permission from his parents to remain at Hogwarts for the Christmas break - and that was turning out to be quite great.
He was walking about more freely, there were barely any students and as there were no classes he had had so much time to study whatever he saw fit, spending his days in the library most of the time. But now, as he entered the Great Hall, he simply could not stop staring at the giant Christmas Tree that seemed to reach all the way to the sky, dressed splendidly in all the house colours perfectly matched together and entwined.
It looked beautiful, and never had he ever had a tree for Christmas. There was no money for such things according to his father. He usually received one present, smuggled to him by his mother in the dark of the night, and that was that. But there, at Hogwarts, there was so much Christmas — all around really.
Not only were there decorations in the communal areas, like hallways and the Great Hall, but even the dorms and common rooms were decorated for the holiday. He had never felt such joy towards Christmas even if he knew there would most likely not be a single present for him. It didn’t matter, everything was so pretty, so shiny and bright. It felt warm, on the inside of him. And what could possibly be better than that?
He just sat by the Slytherin Table, watching the giant tree sparkle and shine, the glitter and candles twinkling in it while snow fell from the sky yet never reached further than halfway down before it disappeared, the ceiling being enchanted and all that. It didn’t matter that he was alone. That he had no friendships to hold on to, or family members to share holiday cheer with. He was fine, right where he was, basking in the beauty of the holiday he had never truly experienced up close.
As he slurped some hot chocolate with bobbing marshmallows Peeves flew through the room in a fright, the Bloody Baron hot on his tale spewing words not fit for young ears, and Severus laughed for himself. A small noise of chuckles that somehow managed to remain for his ears only in the big room dotted with a few other magicians of all ages.
He was alright, and even if he didn’t have all he wished or wanted, even if life was hard and unpredictable, he vowed to himself that one day — one day — he would have his own tree, in his own home, and it would be warm. There would be light, laughter and gifts under the branches.
“On day,” he whispered to himself while smiling down towards the cup warming his little hands. “I will have everything one day, and I’ll be alright. One Christmas, I’ll be alright,” he told himself as Peeves came zooming back through the hall only for the Bloody Baron to appear in his way, tearing a ghastly shriek from the poltergeist before he bolted off once more, pleading for forgiveness about disturbing the Grey Lady while Severus drank up and watched the twinkling Christmas tree with a sparkle in his little eyes, for once filled with wonder and hope.
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A/N: WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT THINK ABOUT THIS AS CANON BECAUSE HOLY SHIT IT HURTS MY HEART! JUST- oh, damn, now you are, aren’t you?!
