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deepperplexity · 2 years ago

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Don't Be Shy

Title: Don't Be Shy

Pairing: Young!Snape x Young!Fem!Reader (ALL CHARACTERS OF AGE!)

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: Severus’s dorms, End of Seventh Year.

Theme: Drunken shenanigans with smutty goodness and praise 🖤

Inspired by: THIS fanart of Young!Snape by @simper-maximus who gave me permission to write a fanfic for it 🥰

A/N: So, hello there, it’s been a hot minute - hasn’t it? 👀🙈

As some of you know my life is CRAZY atm, not only with work but we’re moving and all that goodness as well so I’ve been inactive for a while here even if I’ve done my best to log on and try to add to our lovely community.

However, I saw this fanart of our young Snape yesterday (do check the post linked above and give it some love) and just felt inspired. So here’s a little smutty goodness of our beloved Snape at an age I rarely write - you know me loves, I want our dungeon bat on the more mature side but this young Snape just made my fingers itch. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😘

ABBR.: Y/N - Your Name

Warnings: Ejaculation, Climaxing, Masturbation, Alcohol Consumption, Provocative Language/Actions, Slight Fluff, Slight Aftercare, Praise, Shame, Praise Kink, Inexperienced!Snape, Experienced!Reader, Confident!Reader, Kissing, Oral Sex, Stripping.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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The sound of Moon Rage filled the room, the band’s hypnotic tunes with its edgy female singer easily overpowered any other sound. Or, perhaps, he was simply drunk and couldn’t filter out the loud sound of the record player.

Why he’d accepted your request to meet up, why he’d allowed you to smuggle alcohol into his room, why he’d agreed to you locking the door while whispering about the others being at the unauthorized graduation party by the abandoned greenhouse and not returning for hours to come — well, he couldn’t answer any of the sluggish thoughts that sneaked through his usually overcrowded brain for a few seconds.

It was quite desolate at the moment though. Only one thought echoed through the haze of alcohol after the questions fizzled out, you. The way you danced between his bed and wardrobe at the furthest left side of the room. Your hips swayed, and your hands skimmed atop your clothes. Your skirt hitched up, your slightly too-small shirt revealing every single curve of your upper body and the dangling of your tie across your chest was as hypnotic as the music.

He couldn’t believe you were there. Singing about being touched, humming about feeling like you could breathe under the sensual caress described in the song. You were magnificent in the dim candlelight. And he was hard. His cheeks flushed. His hand squeezed the fabric of his robe spread out on the couch from where he had an uninterrupted view of you.

You spun around — a new song filling the room with an even more sensual beat — and he blushed deeper as you smiled at him. You seemed less affected by the alcohol, or you were a more experienced drinker. The entire situation was new to him. Everything about it was so wholly new on every level and he barely knew what to do with himself.

You swayed your hips as you moved closer, he tensed and you smirked. Your eyes were alight with something he could only describe as mirth. Mirth and warmth. He was warm all over too, his cock strained against his trousers and jerked as your eyes darted down to it. Embarrassment filled him as you watched his tented pants with the highly visual outline of his erection intently.

“Like what you see, Sev?” you asked with a purr to your voice he’d never heard you speak with before as you dragged your hands up along your thighs, hitching the hem of the skirt up along with the motion — baring your black knickers. You moved differently, showed a new side to you he hadn’t ever even imagined you had. You were so sweet, so pure, so gentle normally. How could he not have noticed this side of you that made his heart hammer and pound so harshly yet your control was also comforting — it baffled him but his body was alight and too strung up for him to think further on it.

His fingers squeezed the fabric within his hand harder, his heart drummed as he watched your fingers trail up along your sides while tugging up the shirt before you unbuttoned it. The black bra matching your knickers came into view as you dragged it off and threw it on his bed while his breath caught in his throat — nerves coiled within him but the alcohol wouldn’t allow him to panic.

Severus gulped while it felt as if his cheeks were on fire, his cock nearly ready to explode. No, don’t-, hold it, don’t— “Sev?” you asked, interrupting his frantic thoughts. “Don’t you like me? Don’t you like what you see?” you continued with a shy smile but your tone, it wasn’t uncertain or worried about his answer. You sounded confident, sounded perfectly aware of what he was thinking.

“I-, I do,” he confessed — his voice slightly pitched despite it having become much darker over the last two years — as you moved your hips in a figure-eight. The way your stomach moved along with that motion, how your breasts bounced ever so slightly, and how you smiled almost wickedly at him had him in a twist of want-corded tension and he had never experienced sensations as strong as he now did.

“Won’t you show me, Severus?” you asked as you undid the button and zipper of your skirt, shimmying out of it. He gulped and panted while his cock jerked and his balls drew up, his body begging for release.

He’d dreamt of your body. He’d jerked off in the shower with the fantasies of your touch and moans. You had overtaken every whim of his hormone-riddled body, for over a year. A year of torture watching you from afar, knowing he’d never have a chance with someone like you. Someone so perfect.

“Y/n, please…” he exhaled while his body began to tremble with the restraint of not coming. But you merely tilted your head while keeping up your seductive dancing. “Be good for me, Sev…” you said just loud enough to be heard over the music as you moved yet another step toward him. The gloomy dungeon-like room with its green and silvery shades felt too hot.

Your bare skin glistened with a slight perspiration, little beads of salty water glittering in the low light that his mind screamed of wanting to lick up. His cheeks turned hotter still, his hand moving up to his mouth to contain his tongue and the involuntary moan slipping out.

Your eyes moved down to his trousers again, your gaze focused wholly on the pulsing erection he couldn’t do anything about while he watched you with a mixture of shame, need, and pure horniness while he squeezed the robe tighter in his hand, pressing his hand to his mouth harder as he moaned again when you stroked your breasts through your bra. Don’t come, don’t come… By Merlin, she’s so beautiful…

“Don’t be shy, Sev…” you hummed as you unclasped your bra. “Be a mess for me, like I am for you…” you continued as your breasts were exposed and he gasped while you toyed with your pebbled nipples. He groaned and sank into the sofa further, straining in every manner possible. You threw your head back with a moan and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The sweet moan you let out made him sag as his trousers were stained with his cum, bleeding through the fabric while he closed his eyes as little tears lined the edges of them. He was so embarrassed, so relieved, so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself as his cock kept pulsing, squirting wave after wave of cum sticking to his cock, underwear, and trousers. How embarrassing… How do I ever look you— “You’re so beautiful like this, Sev. All messy and bothered, all flustered and so cute…” you said, again interrupting his thoughts while the last tremor left his body and his cock softened in the mess he’d made — that you’d made of him.

He jerked as your hands landed on his knees, making him open his eyes only to find you between his legs with the most beautiful look of satisfaction, with want and pride in your eyes as you looked up at him. The shame he’d felt a second ago vanished as your hands stroked up along the inside of his thighs with nothing but glazed hunger in those inviting eyes he’d often daydreamed of.

“You did so good, Sev. I’m so proud of you for holding out so long. Such a good boy,” you said with praise and reassurance in your voice that did things to him he couldn’t explain or understand. “I-, I’m a mess,” he said, feeling his heart race as your fingers began undoing the button of his trousers with a smirk as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Just how I want you,” you whispered with that tone of praise again. “A mess for me, with that sweet look of surrender… Makes all my fantasies of you pale in comparison.”

He felt elated, assured, and wanted when you spoke to him like that. It was wholly new to him, new territory and unknown terrain. It felt good. He felt so good under your hands, viewing, words, and voice. He felt good, and hearing you fantasised about him as he did about you eased a little knot in his stomach.

But then your hands were pulling down his soiled trousers, tugging down the waistband of his underwear until his spent cock became visible and he had to look away from you. Embarrassed by the mess, triggered by the salty smell of his own cum as it wafted up. “Let me clean you up, sweetie,” you said and he jolted. Before he had time to ask what you had meant, your hand grabbed his cock gently and your lips encased the slack member a second later.

The heat of your mouth, the look of your head moving between his legs made his eyes widen and his body erupted in a shocked burning. His heart instantly thundered, his pulse roared in his ears as he watched you lick up his cum, sucking and licking his cock with tender care.

He jerked as your tongue swiped the crown. “Oh, you’re such a good boy,” you praised as he began to harden anew. “Y/n,” he panted as you encircled him again, “p-please,” he protested with need and confusion. He’d never been able to get hard right away after coming before. “Hush, sweetie, let me taste you,” you said softly before he felt the hand you’d had on his thigh disappear.

You moaned around him and he jerked within your mouth, throwing his head back as he stiffened. You began stroking at his root while your tongue teased and swirled around the tip. He tensed as pleasure soared through him in an entirely new way, his last climax still loomed over him.

He looked down at you, feeling hot beyond belief as he watched you suck his cock while pleasuring yourself — all while being between his legs, on your knees yet in control of everything. I’m dreaming, I’m drunk and dreaming, he tried to convince himself but the sensations were too real, too palpable, too perfect for his head to be able to conjure such a dream.

You panted around him, moaning and humming while he watched you work yourself up further. The entire room began spinning around him while his hands squeezed the robe beneath him, the music and sounds of you invading him, the feel of your touch overwhelmingly perfect, the smell of your arousal and his cum mixing and mingling in the air.

His hips jerked as you suckled him. He watched you hollow your cheeks and never before had pleasure erupted so violently within him. He moaned, feeling self-conscious about the way his body was jerking and tensing, how he was burning up and desperate for a second release but terrified he wouldn’t be able to despite how good you made him feel.

You moaned around him, your rhythm faltering while your hand tightened around his root. Your movements turned erratic — hasty and needy. His own breath hissed out between his teeth as he felt his balls draw up. “Come for me,” you moaned around his cock. “Be good for me,” you exhaled before sucking harder. “Please-, please I can’t—” His words were interrupted as you moaned and shook between his legs, climaxing hard while still sucking his cock with vigour.

The sight was beyond his understanding, beyond his brain’s capability to comprehend in its beauty and he came. Hard. Moaning loudly while spurting a single string of cum into your mouth while his lungs nearly froze up at the warmth exploding within him. “So good,” you said while removing your mouth but still gently stroking his cock through the pulsing. “You’re so good, Sev. Such a pretty sight, such a sweetie coming for me twice.”

The praise hit something within him he couldn’t touch, your words made him feel so good he could barely stand the sensation — so at odds with anything and everything he had ever felt. He wanted you to say such words to him again. He wanted to be good for you, make you praise him, make you look at him like you did in that exact moment. Sated and happy. You were so beautiful to him, so perfect, and he wanted to be touched by you over, and over, and over again.

“You’re mine now,” you said with a sweet smile, showing that side of you he’d fallen in love with while watching you from afar. “Y-yours?” he asked as a fresh blush crept over his skin, heating his chest and cheeks. You giggled and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Yes, mine. I want you, Sev.” “Yours…” he said in a quiet murmur, trying the word while you watched him expectantly. But it was hard for him to even imagine that what had just happened had, in fact, actually happened.

“Severus,” you began as you rose up fully on your knees, “I want you. And I know you want me, so I’m going to make you feel good enough to accept that. Okay?” you continued and his eyes widened but he nodded and you smiled that sweet smile he loved seeing your face marked by. Then your lips were pressed against his and he melted under the taste of him and you. He wanted you to make him believe you too, so he’d let you try…

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A/N: It’s almost 1 am as I finish writing this, I wrote it in one single sitting right after I got the artist’s permission to write a fic for their art and gosh… This became way longer than I had thought, and bit more “adult” than I’d planned at first but I blame that on me usually writing for older Snape and it’s the middle of the night atm 😂👍 But damn, this was fun and enjoyable to write. I hope you had a good time too, dear reader 🙈😘🖤

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that-transsexual-slytherin · 3 months ago

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thrill of the night

Ship: Severus Snape x Sirius Black (a/n: I ship them as enemies with benefits)

Word Count: 1586

a/n: holy fuck y'all i've been spinning this concept in the microwave of my brain since i started considering snirius as a ship and i Finally wrote something about it. snape is genderfluid in this fic btw, he just doesn't have the word for it yet, and sirius is bi but he's still registering this whole "severus is kind of hot actually" thing.

Summary: Set post-Hogwarts graduation but pre-death of Lily and James. Sirius discovers Severus has been turning tricks under the guise of being a woman because you don't exactly get paid to be a Death Eater. CWs: Overall sexual themes but no explicit sex or nudity (only because I'm not very confident in writing smut, but if somebody wrote smut inspired by this fic I would cry (positive)), "Snivellus."

It had been a long week for Sirius. Everyone he normally would’ve hung out with seemed to blow him off. Everyone had plans, except for him. So Friday night came, and with it, the frustrations of a lonely, envious young man. Such frustrations led Sirius to the seedier part of muggle London. He never minded being around the non-magical population… sometimes he felt he even preferred it. Still, he couldn’t imagine a life without magic. He’d just left a bar when he spied her. Tall, dark-haired, and glowing in the light of a street lamp. Just by the look of her attire, Sirius knew her profession. She wore a short leather skirt and a tight bra, though her arms and shoulders were hidden beneath a cropped coat; all black. He checked his pockets for cash, then approached, clearing his throat.

“Evening, madam,” he flashed his signature smile. She took a long drag of her cigarette, eyeing Sirius coolly.

“Evening. Are you looking for company?” Her voice was low- low enough to briefly stun Sirius -and she punctuated her question with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow. He nodded.

“I know an inn not far from here,” he gestured down the street. “What do you charge?”

“Thirty pounds, up front, just sex. Fifteen additional for anything… beyond that.”

Sirius frowned. “That’s a bit steep…”

“Take it or leave it. We all have to eat, you know.”

There was something about this woman of the night that intrigued Sirius. He’d done this song and dance before, even charmed his way into discounts. Something told him this one wasn’t the type. “Alright, sweetheart, whatever you say.”

She nodded, causing her bobbed hair to ripple slightly, then dropped her cigarette on the cobblestone and crushed it beneath her heel. Sirius led her to the inn and booked a room. It was only when they were inside that Sirius noticed the pouch tied to the woman’s belt.

“What’s in there?” He asked, curiously indicating it.

“Essentials I need for my job,” she suddenly glared at him as he began to loosen his belt, thrusting forth her hand. “Money first.”

“Right, right, yeah,” he quickly took out his own pouch, grimacing as he observed the contents. He was running low on muggle money. “Er, listen, luv, could I send you some money later? I’m… a bit lighter than expected—”

“Oh, just give it here,” the woman snapped, snatching the pouch from his hands… before retrieving the correct amount in wizarding money. “Are you into any funny stuff?” She kept a guarded hold on the pouch until Sirius answered.

“No! Or, yes, but I… you’re a witch!”

“Don’t act so shocked.” She huffed, handing back the pouch. “Believe me, I am just as surprised to find a wizard here as you are surprised to find me. Now get on the bed.”

Sirius gulped and flushed, a sly smile coming to him. “Isn’t that my line, luv?~”

“Oh, please, as if I’m going to let myself be pushed around by the likes of you.” She untied the pouch from her belt, dropped in the coins, then placed it atop the room’s dresser.

“I guess we’ll see about that,” Sirius purred, stepping closer. Suddenly, their lips clashed in a struggle to dominate the scene. Sirius’ hands snaked around her hips to grab at her rear, while her hands began trailing under his shirt, exploring his body. As heat and passion were shared between them, Sirius couldn’t help the lingering feeling of familiarity. He had never laid eyes on this woman before, nor had he ever had the honour to touch her, so why did it feel as if they had met before? Why was this attitude he encountered like an echo from the past?

Things came to a halt as he tried to remove her jacket. She held him at arm’s length as she quite seriously announced, “The jacket stays on.”

Sirius regarded her in confusion. “Huh? Why’s that?”

The woman scowled. “None of your business.”

That was the expression that flipped a switch in Sirius’ memory. “Hold on, do I know you from somewhere?”

Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it fear dashed across the woman’s face, but even then she couldn’t hide her embarrassed blush. “What are you talking about?” She stepped toward the dresser, ready to grab her pouch, and presumably her wand, at a moment’s notice.

“When you made that face… it reminded me of someone…” As the memories came to him, Sirius’ feelings began to warp. An odd mixture of lust and contempt was brewing inside of him. “In fact, the more I look at you, I’m sure… perhaps we went to school together?”

Steely silence was the woman’s only response. He cleared his throat. “I’m Sirius, I was in Gryffindor at Hogwarts—”

An unexpected fury took hold of the woman’s pronounced features as she regarded him anew. “How could I not see it?” She seethed, holding her hand in a way to block Sirius’ beard from her vision. She retrieved her wand with the other hand. “Sirius Black. So, your bollocks finally dropped low enough to bring your arsehair up to your chin? Or did you get implants?”

This change in demeanour made Sirius’ eyes widen. He knew in an instant who this was. “Snivellus,” he croaked.

“You seriously didn’t recognise me?” Severus rolled his eyes, “Though I suppose dogs aren’t necessarily known for their sense of sight…”

Sirius was too shocked to spark the flames of his deep-seated hatred for the person before him. With a shaking finger, he pointed at Severus’ soft chest. It wasn’t the biggest by any means, but it wasn’t flat, either. “How…? Are… are you a woman, now?”

Severus blinked at his old schoolyard bully. “It’s a transfiguration spell, you twit. And… it’s none of your business.”

Sirius’ brow creased. “I think it is. I might not like you, but I’m going to respect whoever you are, sexuality-wise…”

Severus’ expression became uncomfortable, his eyes darting away from Sirius. “Then, I suppose… I’m not sure anymore. When you do what I’ve done, the line gets a bit… hazy.” He cleared his throat, then waved his wand sophistically over his body, murmuring an incantation that flattened his chest and, presumably, turned his genitals right side out. The clear pain behind Severus’ eyes as this transformation took place further distracted Sirius, who normally would’ve gotten off on such a thing. It seemed that the brief moment where Sirius saw Severus as desirable had struck him dumb.

Awkwardness made his skin prickle, and he rubbed the backs of his hands accordingly. “Why’re you out here, posing as a… woman?”

Severus clucked his tongue. “You can call me a whore. It’s no worse than anything else you’ve ever called me.” He picked up his pouch and made to push by, but was grabbed by the arm, making him freeze as Sirius pointed his wand in his face.

“Don’t think just because I’m acting like I’ve been stupefied I’m just going to let you go,” he growled. “What are you up to?”

Severus’ expression gave him nothing. “What do you think?” What can a Death Eater gain from selling his body?

“You mean for me to believe this isn't some kind of undercover operation?”

A single heartbeat passed before a short honking sound escaped Severus, and it was only by his body language that Sirius realised he was laughing, though it wasn’t necessarily in mirth. The unfamiliar sound and sight made his insides writhe, his face flooded with embarrassment, though he knew not the exact source.

“Of course you’d think this is something to laugh about, you pervert. I can’t believe I even—”

“Me, a pervert?? When you were about to be caught pants down, balls deep in someone you only acknowledged because you could hurt him? Would you rather have found out who I was by the sounds I made when you hit me?” As Severus spoke the final proposition colour bloomed high in his cheeks.

Sirius stared at him, angry and frenzied and pent-up all at once. His wand remained trained on Severus’ face, though he could think of no spells to cast. He glanced down only for a moment and sucked in a quick breath as his vision was graced once more with those leather pleats clinging to the front of Severus’ thighs, hiding little. “Fuuuck…” He growled as he stowed away his wand and absently rubbed at his nose.

Severus quickly composed himself, lowering his voice further, “Let us part ways and forget this ever happened, lest the moment get uglier than it already is. In fact, if it would ease your mind, Black, allow me to Obliviate this specific memory for you and send you on your way.”

“And let you make off with my money like a bandit, Snivellus? Fat chance. I want to get my worth out of this, transfigure yourself again.” Sirius went back to loosening his belt, tongue lecherously swiping his teeth as Severus took his time to flush, the rosiness spreading down from his cheeks to his neck. Sirius fingered his pants button, continuing, “Well, you can either do that, or you can fork over the cash. Your choice, mate.”

Severus’ eyes narrowed at Sirius before he waved his wand and once more went through that tedious process of shifting from one end of the spectrum to the other. “Once again, I am the couch you hump…” He lamented aloud through gritted teeth, “at least I’m getting paid this time.”

Sirius winked. “That’s the spirit, Sevvy.”

#snirius #severus x sirius #severus snape x sirius black #snapedom #pro snape #exactly 214 more words than my last snirius fic #🐍💬.PARSELTONGUE #🟢⚪.SLYTHERIN #🔴🟡.GRYFFINDOR #🌦️🐍.SNAPE

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momo-t-daye · 1 year ago

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Despite being half-baked, this idea has been running around in my head

So, yes, Legilimency needs eye contact and so forth, but I’ve got a soft spot for a Legilimens!Severus Snape and I’m happy to bend magical rules for the sake of silliness. (Alright, I’ve got quite a fondness for Legilimens Eileen Prince, who taught her classmate Tom Riddle a thing or two before, inadvertently, discovering that he knew more about mind magics than he let on and there was quite a dreadful mind under that handsome smiling face. I imagine she left the magical world for more than one reason, but she stayed away so long because she knew that Tom knew that she knew that…)

Well then, although Legilimency is “reading” and Occlumency is “hiding” and those two things are put in opposition, they aren’t exactly two sides of the same coin, are they (or maybe this conceptual coin might have more than two sides)? There is reading another’s self-story and trying to hide one’s self, might there not be a broadcasting of one’s self, a leakage of one’s internal subjective reality into the minds of others? Couldn’t the opposite of Occlumency be like the psychic equivalent of playing a short-form video in public without headphones or driving around in one of those cars with the speakers on the outside that make windows rattle and what not? Maybe it doesn’t have a fancy name like, I suppose, “Narratamency” or “Fabulamency” or some other butchering of Latin. Maybe it gets called “charisma” or “a charming manner” or “magnetic personality” (or “a lot of personality”) or something else indirect and more polite than “you are imposing your subjective reality into other people’s subjective realities”. Maybe it’s considered too Dark to be given a name and any study at all (in such a small society in which reputation and connections and the old school tie matter so much for success, in which asking an older student to do a favor like sticking one’s name in a Goblet is apparently so outlandish that they didn’t bother making some sort of protection against that event, imposing one’s mental concept of the world over someone else’s self-world would really be beyond the pale), maybe it is the foundational practice from which spells like Imperius and Oblivate (which ought to be an Unforgivable, if only it wasn’t so useful for muggle-control) derive. Then you get to having folks who go around with their personal self-story leaking out of them and nudging others into playing supporting roles, getting called “charismatic” or “charming” or “has great leadership potential” etc., Tom Riddles, Gilderoy Lockharts, James Potters, and so forth. Sure, you could take this in a dark and angsty direction, but I like to think that I am rather silly.

And so, as a point to this rambling, a James Potter who has an internal narration that projects like an opera singer enjoying the echos off the Grand Canyon, who constantly tells himself the story of “boy-hero James Potter, who always saves the day and gets the girl and is the coolest bloke on the block” would be the terror and nemesis of any Legilimens within a hundred miles. Legilimens!Severus Snape (who would appreciate a two hundred mile buffer between himself and James Potter) has suffered greatly, has gotten James Potter’s stupid little theme song stuck in his head day after day, has decided that putting his two cents in is worth it even though he’s broke.

James Potter, for his part, does not appreciate the unsolicited concrit on his daydreams.

#Severus Snape #James Potter #It's late and I ought to go to bed but I wanted to play around with the concept a tad bit first

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smittenbyvillains · 1 year ago

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DAY THREE - Vampire!Severus Snape

Warnings: NSFW vampire things, darkish themes, breeding kink, praises, mention of punishment, p in v, no mention of protection

@slytherinslut0 I think you might enjoy this one

You were a student at Hogwarts. You were about to turn eighteen you were more than excited. You would be an adult and get to grow up once you left Hogwarts. You wanted to work at a quiet store where you could steal potions that you made. You were quite the master at potions and one of the few Professor Snape was easier on.

You house was hosting a get together for your party and Professor Snape surprised you by allowing it. You were now getting ready for the party with your friends helped. Hermione grinned at you as you showed yourself off in your new dress. It was dark emerald and was a short dress that showed off your body. Pansy helped with your makeup to match with the dress.

You wore some white heels and headed out to the common room. You got yourself a drink and went over to your other friends. Draco only grinned.

"Look at the birthday girl! Already looking in her twenties!" He teased you. You blushed and nodded.

"Well, I have to dress up for my big day ya know?" You boasted and swinged down your fruit punch. You grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's dance!" You said grinning at the male who nodded and led you to the dancing floor. You danced with Harry for a while.

Once it hit midnight it was time to blow out the candles. Everyone sang happy birthday to you, but you couldn't focus on them. You could only look at the tall man in the back staring at you. You had butterflies.

Funny enough your birthday was exactly at midnight. You blinked after they ended the song and blew out the candles and everyone enjoyed the cake. You decided to get another drink and so you did. You danced with all your friends again and you all sang the lyrics loudly to your favorite song.

You went to the bathroom, well started to when you were pulled the opposite way, and someone grabbed your hand taking you to a bedroom. You were confused as you were sat on a desk. It was dark and you couldn't see who it was. Your stomach did the same thing as earlier.

Soon enough the candles came on. You looked at the male and gasped. It was your professor. "Professor!" you said in shock.

He just smirked at you and kept you sat on the desk as he pushed against you closing the distance.

"Right now... I am not your professor mate." He purred into your ear. You flushed bright red and gasped as kissed your neck. You wanted this. You knew you wanted this. He placed his hands on your thighs as the dress rode up. 'You know... watching you dance with your friends got me all jealous. Knowing that you should have been dancing with me..." He whispered. He moved his hands to your shoulder where he started to pull dress sleeves off your shoulders.

"I-I I didn't know my professor wanted me." You said whispering causing him to laugh.

"Of course not. I did not know you were my mate until now." He said and then moved his hands back down to pull your dress up and off you. "Now... shall I still punish you, my darling?" He spoke as he held your chin up with a hand and rubbed your cheek with affection. "You would like that... I know because I know you always had a crush on me and often i was in your mind." He added with a sly smirk. You had wide eyes at this.

He moved his hand to pull your wrists together and muttered a spell it keeps them in place. He stepped back admiring you. He grinned and shown his fangs. He closed it on you and moved his mouth to your neck and started to mark you without warning. You were left moaning and whimpering. It felt so good being marked. You closed your eyes in delight. Your toes curled up and you started to feel yourself getting wet. You needed your professor.

He pulled away causing you to mewl in displeasure. He looked at you and you watched as he licked his lips clean. "Good girl... now let's see if you can handle me." He purred. "You would like that huh? To be used... to be breeded?" He said huskily. You nodded. "Words pet." he added.

"Oh gosh yes Snape." You whined. He chuckled and removed his belt and bants and boxers before stepping in-between your legs. He noticed you had no underwear on.

"Good girl... my my you dirty pet no underwear? So bold." He tsked. He leaned in. "Can I kiss you my darling..." he asked softly.

"Yes Snape."

"Call me Severus when we are alone."

"Yes Severus." You spoke as your voice was like honey to his ears. He kissed you with so much passion and you kissed him back. He slowly entered you letting you get used to his size. He groaned at how tight you were. You stopped kissing you only to slowly move the kisses down your neck before he started to thrust more and harder and bite down your neck.

Both of the sensations sent you on overdrive. You moaned repeatedly and got louder as he thrusted harder and faster. He stopped drinking your blood and licked the wound shut.

"You taste so good and take me so well." He purred into your ear and grinned to himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer causing you to let out a gasp as he entered you even more from the angle. He whispered praised in your ear as he fucked you hard, fast then slow then fast and hard again.

"I'm going to cum Severus." You moaned.

"Go on, cum pet, cum all over me." He groaned. You came as soon as he said that as you moaned and whimpered through your high. He fucked on slow there your high before cumming as well. "Such a good girl for your mate.... now go on rest... after you wake you will have your punishment." he said as he noticed you were sleepy. You nodded before falling asleep in his arms.

#x reader #x reader stories #harry potter #severus x y/n #severus x reader #severus x oc #severus snape #severus smut

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slytherin-anklebiter · 2 months ago

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Introducing my OC, Callisto Snape!

Second child of Severus Snape and Ileana Munguia-Snape, Callisto is part of a set of twins. She is the only Slytherin among her siblings, as both her older brother and twin sister are Hufflepuffs, and her younger sister is in Ravenclaw. Despite being in Slytherin, Callisto does not share the values many fellow Slytherins hold. In fact, the sorting hat had seriously considered putting her in Hufflepuff.

Callisto takes after her father in terms of humor and talent. She is fluent in sarcasm and excels in Potions and Defence Against The Dark Arts. Though, unlike her father, Callisto is also the spotry type. She plays Quidditch at school, and has dabbled in parkour outside of school. Callisto doesn't care what others think of her and she is very protective of those she cares about. Though, she prefers to keep her circle small and doesn't like being around people much. When provoked, she is no stranger to getting physical.

Other general information in list-form under the cut!

Name : Callisto Lily Snape

Date of birth : June 30th, 1981

Gender : Female ( She/her )

Height : 151 cm ( As of 1995 )

Hogwarts house : Slytherin

Blood status : Half-blood ( Father is a half-blood, mother is a muggleborn )

Patronus : Stoat

Likes : Quidditch, embroidery, True crime

Dislikes : Injustice, hospitals, bitter flavours

Family : Avilius Snape ( Older brother ), Gaia Snape ( Twin sister ), Lilith Snape ( Younger sister ), Severus Snape ( Father ), Ileana Munguia-Snape ( Mother )

Character "theme" song : De Hardheid - Bek Houwe

#harry potter oc #hp ocs #my art #harry potter ocs #Slytherin OC #Callisto Snape #OC intro #AU 1 #Harry Potter

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runningwithmyeyesclosed · 5 months ago

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I decided to finally read some of the longer fics that I have been putting off starting out with...

Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy and Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (I'd say those are the MAIN ones but we gets lots of couples in this one)

Type: Rewrite (starting 3rd year)

Explicitness: They have some spicy scenes but honestly a lot of fade to black and lots of kissing

POV: Alternating but heavy Harry POV

Word Count: 746,386 😮‍💨

Song:

Here are two since its long and has lots of themes

My Summary:

The summer before Harry's third year changes everything he knew. When Harry finds out that not everything is as it seems and those he trusted were leading him astray, Harry is started on a path of his own. Harry will learn who is truly on his side, find friendship in the most unexpected places, and build a home he never expected.

My Thoughts: (I need to get more organized with this I feel)

Where can I even start? This was so long, but I never felt bored or like I was just rereading cannon. I think the author did an amazing job of keeping things similar and making sense while rewriting things to happen a different way. I feel she added just enough for the plot to make sense with the direction it did go. Plot and writing wise I'd say this is an amazing time, it was a long but easy and fun read.

Characters, there was a lot. I am not a huge fan of villainizing Hermione. I can sometimes see it for Ron; but honestly, I don't like it much either. And in this story, they are both definitely not great people. Every time they did something horrible or something, I was a little upset at the decision to write them this way. For the most part, though, I think I moved past it. I understand that plot wise, it would have been hard to keep them "good." I think everyone else was pretty great and a lot of fun to read.

On a surprising note, I really enjoyed the Remus/Severus pairing in this fic. While of course I love wolfstar and think they are soulmates its fun to read different pairings every now and again, and I really enjoyed the dynamic they had in this fic. I loved how all the relationships were fairly simple sans relationship drama. There was no crazy relationship angst, which is what I was mostly worried about in a fic this long. All the plot drama definitely revolved around Harry and him defeating Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Overall, I'm glad I decided to give this a go, finally, I would say it's a nice long fic if you want something that isn't too dramatic. I'd almost say it's a cozy read, but like the source, there are a lot of death and war themes. I really enjoyed it, and I applaud the author for creating something so big and well written.

#drarry #harry potter #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter/draco malfoy #hpdm #thoughts #running read #fanfic #draco malfoy #Spotify

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saintsenara · 1 year ago

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back with more for @hprecfest - although i'll be skipping day three because i have the concentration span of a kitten and therefore no chance of making it through a podfic...

day two: favourite comfort fics

two boys kissing by writcraft sirius black/severus snape mature | 6.8k words

why i recommend it:

because I'm a sucker for both sirius and snape getting a happy ending, and this fic delivers this within a beautiful, gentle examination of the horrors of sirius' young adult life and the way that hope and desire are things he clings to during the lonely misery of his confinement in azkaban. the repeated motif of the sky always gets to me:

when he showers, he whistles a song. he’s not sure he knows it’s name, but he can remember strobe lights and the way snape looked when he was as young as sirius can remember him being. that was back in the days when severus tried so hard not to be queer and sirius thought he had everything to live for.

sirius spits out toothpaste into the sink and contemplates himself in the mirror. it looks like there’ll be a thunderstorm tonight. he puts his toothbrush into the glass and moves into the room, poking his head out of the window. the wind has gathered momentum but the sky is clear.

he breathes in the air and watches the stars.

so bracing by @kellychambliss minerva mcgonagall/severus snape teen | 9.2k words

why i recommend it:

because i love to see older woman/younger man relationships in fandom - there's still far too few of them - and because i love to see fics from the perspective of minor characters, and this, which is as much a careful and generous character study of tom the barman (and the town of skegness) as it is of its central couple never fails to make me smile:

tom took the chance of sitting down again, and when he didn't get tossed out on his arse, he felt a little emboldened. "and you thought you wanted this? life in a muggle pub in skegness?"

snape loaded a glass into a dishpan, and then another. and another.

"my family," he said, just when tom had decided that he probably wasn't going to say anything at all. "my family wasn't one for holidays. it was all my father could do to keep food on the table, once the mills failed. and once the drinking started. but before all that, there was one summer -- spring, actually. may. we couldn't afford high summer season. da somehow saw his way clear to taking my mother and me to the seaside. i was about six. we came here. skegness. we froze our arses off."

"skegness is. . . so bracing," tom murmured, and snape snorted.

"in a word. three days in a grotty little caravan. cheap, greasy food. saw a sad muggle magic show." he loaded more glasses with a crash. "i loved it. fucking loved the lot of it. "

never gonna give you up by @laeveteinn harry potter/lord voldemort teen | 15k words

why i recommend it:

because it makes me shriek. i'm not usually a fan of either professor harry or professor voldemort fics, but it turns out that my exception is when they're forced to work together as a team because harry's newly-divorced and adrift in a world which no longer makes sense and voldemort's a ghost who's obsessed with memes:

“what are you thinking so intently about?” voldemort murmurs. “you mustn’t overtax your brain, it wasn’t meant for hard activity.”

harry snorts. “honestly, i’m just trying to figure out where albus got his bad taste in men. it’s not ginny; lars isn’t actually that terrible.”

and for some reason, voldemort lets out a lengthy sigh.

clay by @titconao3 harry potter & severus snape general | 46k words

why i recommend it:

because i have an unstoppable fondness for the concept of redemption, which is hugely and unfairly maligned in this fandom, and this story is an astonishingly beautiful meditation on the theme, not only in how it approaches both snape and harry as they come to terms with the war and what it has taken from them, but in how it portrays tobias snape and his own reckoning with his past and quest to make amends with his son:

tobias was on a roll. “you lot, always talking about your magic, waving your bloody sticks around like it makes you better than us normal people…” he slammed his hands on the table and severus shuddered, his fists opening and closing around nothing. he’d left his wand in the room; it wasn’t like he could use it, and he had to trust potter could deal with tobias snape. the man was nothing, to a boy who’d faced the dark lord and come out the victor. “you’re not. you’re not! your goddamn magic… we’d have been better off without it, i’m telling you.” severus looked again through the crack and saw tobias with his back turned on potter, his shoulders shaking. he was angry, but not yet taking it out on potter. maybe he was scared of potter’s wand; maybe now that he was sober he was better at keeping his violence in check. either way, severus didn’t trust it would last forever. it never had, before.

to forgive divine by jellybeany neville longbottom/draco malfoy teen | 7.4k words

why i recommend it:

because there are days when you need eighth-year fluff, and this sort of fluff is so rarely given to neville as a central character, but it should be:

he’d wondered if it was something like that, to be honest.

because, because. malfoy was always so interested. he’d read in a fortune cookie once that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it's indifference.

which was a rubbish fortune at the time, but it’s relevant now.

#hp rec fest #asenora fic recs #sirius black #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter #lord voldemort #neville longbottom #draco malfoy

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iwriteasfotini · 1 month ago

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“Oi, mate! I know you.” A burly looking teenager with curly dark brown hair waved Severus over. The large boy stuck out his meaty hand. “I’m Goyle, Curtis Goyle, sixth year. Aren’t you the lad who invented the Langlock curse?” Severus nodded mutely. “Here, sit down.” Goyle patted the space next to him. Then he waved a hand at each of his companions. “This here is Jugson, Gibbon, Avery and Mulciber.” Severus assumed those were all the boy’s last names, as they would have been extremely odd first names. Avery and Mulciber were a year ahead of him, he recognized them. “And you’re Severus Snape,” Mulicber said as Severus took a seat. Severus nodded again. “What’s the problem, kneazle got your tongue?” Avery said with a laugh. >>>From TPP, Chapter XI - Christmas Comrades<<<

Severus spends Christmas at Hogwarts and gets to know some other Slytherins.

The theme song for this chapter is dedicated to Severus.

#our love is written in the stars #marauders era #severus snape #chrsitmas at hogwarts #ao3 #severus pov #death eaters #Spotify

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nerdgasmnoire · 1 month ago

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Nerdgasm Noire 55: This Episode is Kind of a Bummer

01:40: The Cupcake Garden

02:30: Mel does American History

05:28: Busing

08:55: Luigi Mangione

12:07: Why McDonald's Man Who Led Cops to Luigi Mangione Might Not Get $60K Reward

20:44: Anthem reverses plans to put time limits on anesthesia coverage

24:00: When a medical insurance CEO was shot dead, people celebrated his death. What does this tell us about American healthcare?

26:38: ‘His little human shield’: Elon Musk called out for suspiciously becoming more fatherly

29:00: Tesla Sued Over Exaggerating Mileage Claims In Class Action Lawsuit

30:21: Luigi Mangione’s political views from left and right — he had ‘concern for the future of humanity’: pal

35:00: Killing of Jordan Neely

38:25: What Paapa Essiedu Playing Severus Snape Means For The Harry Potter Show

42:02: Letting the art and the artist go

43:10: Neil Gaiman controversy explained: All allegations against The Sandman creator

46:40: What is bringing your hosts joy

48:00: Miss Scarlet and The Duke

50:51: Doechii’s Tiny Desk & GNX

57:58: Drake alleges Universal falsely inflated popularity of Kendrick Lamar diss track ‘Not Like Us’

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1:02:32: Jaleel White Believes ‘Family Matters' Is Overlooked In Black Community Because It Didn't Tell "Hood Stories"

1:07:44: Martin Lawrence and Tisha Campbell Say They're 'Good' Despite Harassment Lawsuit in the '90s

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Writ, @writcraft, a creator I've long admired! Writer of excellent stories, thinker of excellent thoughts, human of excellent taste! They've written some of my favorite fics, such as How We Were Warriors and The Beating of this Fragile Heart. Oh and not to forget A Lion's Heart! (Not me sneakily sneaking in extra recs for you all.) (As if this list isn't stupidly long to begin with hahaha.) In fairness, I did strive to choose works I think need more attention and hype! Ones I love dearly that I need others to chat with about! Plenty of people know the above fics...it's the below fics I need to scream about!

But before we get there...Well, Writ is more than just a fabulous writer. They've modded many a fest and event over the years. In fact, you can check out their Fanlore page for more information about those! Not to mention their fantastic meta works (which...oh heck I'm gonna add some of those to the list too.) The point is, they've been in fandom for a very long time, and they've done so much for fandom in that time. The community is so important to them, and it shows. They are so dedicated and supportive. Even now, they manage so much in spite of how busy real life has kept them! They still care so deeply and it shows.

Thanks for being here, Writ. Thank you for all that you do for fandom. And for being so kind to me (even if I'm chatting your ear off! 😂)

Fics

Broken Promises, Shattered Dreams

Harry/Severus. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,995. Angst. Pining. Post-breakup.

This fic practically lives in an open tab on my phone, so often do I reread it.

Also AO3 keeps telling me I left kudos here, which: rude. Let me leave more!!!!

Draco left Harry and regrets it bitterly. He wants him back, but Harry is now in a relationship with Severus. As much as he wants to, Harry will not be able to make both men happy and someone is going to get hurt.

Dressed for Dinner

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,772. Formal wear kink. First time. Established relationship. PWP. Romance.

I did not have a thing for men in tuxedos until now. Hubba hubba!

Harry has a thing for men in tuxedos. Severus finds out.

Dirge Without Music

Albus Severus/Draco. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,029. MCD. Suicide. Dub-con. Knifeplay. Alcholism. Angst. Dark.

Ouch. But also: wow.

Albus is happy because everything seems to be coming together. He is captain of the Quidditch team and his father is getting married again – then one night the bottom falls out of his world. Written for the NextGen Darkfest on Livejournal (2012)

Forget Me Not

Harry/Severus. Draco/Harry. Draco/Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 8,219. PTSD. Threesome. Hurt/comfort.

One cleans, one collects and the other just wants to forget. Somehow, it works.

In the Palm of His Hand

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,969. (Wow what a word count 😉) Hand & finger kink (don't we all?) Glove kink. Getting together. Hot as all hell.

Harry has a thing for Snape’s hands. Snape indulges him.

Independent Love Song

Ginny/Millicent. Rated: E. Words: 6,255. Getting together. Matchmaker Hermione. Coming out. Queer themes.

I'm in love with tailor!Millicent and this does not disappoint.

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Life Has Just Begun

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,230. Older characters. Internalized homophobia. Coming out. Romance. Salt and Pepper Fest 2018.

Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

Stone Butch Blues

Minerva/Wilhelmina. Rated: T. Words: 1,019. Genderfluid character. Gender identity.

Will reminisces with Minerva.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling)

Harry/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 9,768. Age difference. Light bondage. Romance.

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Treading Water

James/Sirius. Rated: M. Words: 1,200. Implied/referenced homophobia. Angst. Closeted character. Ambiguous/open ending.

I’m sorry, Sirius wants to say. I’m sorry that people in this stupid world made you think loving me could only ever be a joke.