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Pansy: Professor Snape won't trace this back to us, right?
Y/n: Are you kidding? He traces everything back to us. Professor Snape traces things we haven't even done yet back to us.
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Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)
Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any
Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders
Warning: marauder's bully
Word count: 1457
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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.
ââand then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!â she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.
âYeah, but you shouldâve seen his face! Priceless!â he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.
Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasnâtâbright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.
âHey, Snivellus!â James Potterâs voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/Nâs laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. âWhatâs it like being the biggest loser in school?â
âLeave him alone, James,â Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. âHe hasnât done anything to you.â
James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, âOh come on, Y/N! Itâs just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.â
Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/Nâs presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.
âFun for you, maybe,â she shot back, her cheeks flushing. âBut itâs cruel. Youâre just bullying him because heâs a Slytherin.â
âYeah, and heâs a total creep,â Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.
âEnough!â Y/Nâs voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. âSeverus is my friend. He doesnât deserve this.â
âYour friend?â Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. âYou canât be serious. Heâs practically a Death Eater in training!â
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat at the accusation. âThatâs not fair, and you know it! Heâs not like that.â
âThen maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,â James said, crossing his arms defiantly.
Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.
Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. âLook, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasnât done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?â
Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. âFine. Just thought we could use a little fun.â
Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.
As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severusâs gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.
After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldnât shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.
âHey, Severus,â she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.
Severus looked up, surprised. âWhat do you want, Y/N?â His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.
âI wanted to see if you were okay,â she said softly, stepping closer. âIâm sorry about how they treated you. They can beââ
ââinsufferable?â Severus finished, his tone biting. âI know. But you donât need to defend me. It wonât change anything.â
Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. âYou deserve better than their bullying. Youâre smarter than them, Severus. You know that.â
âSmart enough to be a target,â he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. âYou donât understand. Theyâll never change. And neither will I.â
âStop saying that!â Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. âYouâre not a lost cause! You can be more than this.â
âWhat more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?â he retorted, his voice rising. âYou think I want to be in this position?â
Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. âIâm trying to help you. You donât have to be alone, Severus.â
âAlone is all Iâve ever known,â he said, his voice cracking. âWhy do you even care? Youâre friends with them. You could be popular, happyââ
âI care because I see you!â she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. âYouâre not just some Slytherin. Youâre smart, talented, and youâre my friend. I wonât let them treat you like this!â
Severusâs heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. âY/NâŠâ
Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.
It was electricâsoft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/Nâs hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severusâs hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. âSee? Youâre not alone.â
Severusâs expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. âBut theyâll never accept us,â he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
âThen weâll show them theyâre wrong,â she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. âI wonât let them bully you, and I wonât let you push me away either.â
Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. âI donât want to be alone anymore.â
âThen donât be,â Y/N replied softly. âWe can face them together.â
As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.
Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.
One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.
âDo you ever wish things were different?â Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.
âEvery day,â Severus admitted, his voice heavy. âBut I donât know how to change.â
âYou already have,â she said, turning to look at him. âYouâre not just a Slytherin. Youâre Severus Snape, and thatâs enough.â
He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. âWhat if they never accept me?â
âThen weâll make our own path,â she said boldly. âWe donât need their approval.â
Severusâs heart swelled with emotion. âYou make it sound so easy.â
âItâs not easy,â she admitted, her expression softening. âBut itâs worth it.â
As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belongingâa feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.
âThank you,â he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.
âFor what?â she asked, tilting her head.
âFor believing in me,â he replied, his heart racing. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasnât alone.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/Nâs hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promiseâof friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them
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Severus; "You consider me a friend?"
Y/N; "Sure. What else would I consider you?"
Severus; "I donât know. An embarrassment? A way to rebel against your parents? A desperate cry for help? The list is endless.â
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"Tear you apart" 18+ Snape x reader
This is just pure smut so be warned! No one under the age of 18 should venture any further! Run away now you are not welcomed to read this please go play roblox or something :)
Age is not told in this but reader is 18+, Snape is whatever age your headcanon prefers. This is a female oriented one shot so specific terms will be said here that apply to that! Also don't even say a thing about her nickname this is soooo not a shamless insert for myself, def not đ
the song "tear you apart" by she wants revenge is what inspired me to write this. please listen bc god it makes my head go brrrrrrrrr when i listen to it lol with that please enjoy and tell me what you thought! lots of love! đ
Potions had always been your best subject. There was just something about the skill and craftsmanship that made you feel so compelled to learn as much as you could. It was like art and science all in one. The precision and dedication that it took to make something with so much value to the wizarding world was vastly impressive to you, but what really sealed the deal was the man that had taught you all that you knew.
Severus Snape was a god to you. The poised mysterious genius who seemed to be able to look death right in his eyes and laugh in annoyance. The way he just glided around school with so much power and command sent shivers down your spine. Always wanting to be in his good graces and never a means of annoyance like most students. You wouldnât call yourself a know it all teacher's pet who would tattle acting as the school yard spy but truly as an admirer and helping hand.
You made it clear that you admired, appreciated and respected him and his immense wealth of knowledge. Itâs not like you didnât respect all of your professor's knowledge because you really did but he was just different? Part of it was how bad you felt from the vast amount of disrespect he received. Of course you understood that kids are difficult to look past tone and attitude but if you did your work and listened when he spoke and spoke only kind words to him, he was kind to you.
Over the 7 years at Hogwarts you grew a pretty decent relationship with him. Of course it wasnât like you skipped down the hall hand-in-hand but he had gained a level of trust and mutual respect for you. To the point he had offered you to be an assistant of sorts to him, nothing major but since you had expressed after graduation you wanted to work at being a professional potioneer and owning your own shop one day, he let you come two to three days a week and help him with different tasks. It would always be a surprise that day on what you were doing. It could be organizing and taking stock of the store room, observing and taking notes of class projects of lower grades that were brewing (as some potions could take days or weeks to brew) or even grading first to third year assignments. All the while you'd be free to ask questions and just chat really.
You had really cherished these meetings but your social group really never understood why you were even wanting to be there. For them it seemed like a punishment.
âYou had to organize the storeroom?!? What did you do wrong to have to do that??â Theyâd exclaim in shock and then be in total disbelief when you said,
âIt wasn't a punishment, it was actually quite fun! He showed me some rare ingredients that you can only get on a full moon on the tallest mountain in the Himalayas every 6 1/2 years!â
None of it ever seemed like a chore; it was an honor. This man, with such great skill, had taken you even the tiniest bit under his wing. I guess people just couldnât understand how such a bright and bubbly person would want to spend time in a dark gloomy dungeon with the dungeon bat himself. But you knew he was just misunderstood and it didnât help that you found him to be the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on.
To you he was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His tall looming body, dark midnight eyes that looked straight to your core, chiseled features that seemed to be carved out of the most precious white marble. He was more than just looks, he was powerful, knowledgeable and what people didnât seem to see but he was quite funny and gentle. The way he treated his work as if he was Michelangelo diligently and painstakingly painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling upside down on his back. He was just brilliant to be around and absorbing even a speck of him was a gift.
You couldnât lie to yourself though, you were down bad. The type of bad that made you find yourself absentmindedly drifting off to space only to come back down to earth and see you had doodled all over your notes with little drawings of hearts with SS in them and sketches of his striking features or kicking your feet and going red when he pops into your mind while in class because he said something that just rolled off his tongue in just the right way that made you fantasize scenarios in your head.
A crush was truly an understatement at this point. If he asked you to be his pet you would be at his feet curled up in an instant. Never making it too apparent though as to never show him any type of actions that would threaten your ability to continue this precious opportunity to learn and just be around him, or so you thought.
Friday was your easy day and your most favorite day of the week. You only had one class and that was of course advanced potions at the end of the day and a day where you always stayed after to help out. Today was especially good because it was a day when everything just went well. Snape had shown the class how to brew amortentia, the most powerful love potion. Not only was it an exciting lecture and potion to brew but it got your head to brew all sorts of things as well.
âGods I wish I could give him a drink of mine! Iâd do anything for him to feel even a slight bit like me, the way I do for him!â You thought into the void of your mind. You couldnât help to doodle while you waited for the last few minutes of the class to count down, not like you were leaving but just waiting for your afternoon Friday treat to roll around. Your little delusions were helped by the fact he had actually praised your work when he was making his way around the classroom before the class was over.
âVery good work Miss [last name], excellent pearl color and the smell is just right. You will make a fine potion master one dayâ he said in a smooth silky voice. You were lost in every word that rolled off his sharp tongue. It felt as if you had drank this entire cauldron, gulping it down like a man who was stranded in the desert who finally found water.
âThank you sir!â You squeaked out, kicking your feet enthusiastically underneath your table. If only people could understand how good his praises felt, the chokehold they held on her heart.
âAlright class it seems our time is up, most of you really need to pay more attention when Iâm up here teaching⊠this is a powerful potion that needs to be respected and I saw many glaring mistakes that certainly should have been avoided⊠I will expect a report on my desk about the history of amortentia by Monday morning sharp. If I didnât tear your potion to shreds in my walkthrough you are excluded.â The class filled with annoyed groans and frustrated sighs and a few looks were shot your way since they knew the âdungeon bunnyâ (your unofficial nickname your friend would poke fun at you with) was exempted once again. It wasnât your fault you enjoyed potions, that's what Hogwarts was for, to find your passions and excel and it did help when you were in love.
The class cleaned up their areas and one-by-one filed out of the room looking a bit defeated by the sudden addition of weekend homework but you stayed behind ready for whatever task he was willing to give you today.
âGreat lecture as always professor!â You said looking up to him with a soft smile.
âThank you Miss. [last name], itâs a shame not everyone is as devoted to potions as you and I.â he replied back to you in a smooth tone. For him to put you and him into the same category made your heart thump in your chest. His praises made your hair stand on end as if caught in an electrical storm. A blush was surely visible on your face when your brain was able to comprehend his kind words.
âOh! I am nothing compared to your dedication, you are a god compared to me!â You spouted back not even thinking, making you blush harder.
âOh. My. Gods. I did not just say that, what a loser, I must seem like such a fangirl. He's your professor, not an idol.â You barked in your head, now thoroughly embarrassed. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts when you heard a soft chuckle escape from his throat.
âI guess I should take my place up in the heavens thenâ he said as he made his way back around to his desk âtoday if you can, I would appreciate a walk through of the storeroom and make a list of anything that is running low. Will that be something you can help take off my plate today?â He asked in a way that sounded like silk.
âOf course professor you donât even need to ask!â Gods you were pathetic and you knew it but you didnât care an ounce. It felt so good to be of service, to do anything he asked of you. You were his devoted little bunny and hopped when he said hop. Youâd never admit it to your friends but you loved being called his dungeon bunny because gods it really was so fitting for how you felt. And if it meant spending ages looking through every tiny vial in that room you would do it on your hands and knees to be around him.
Making your way into the room you began to look through the endless rows of ingredients. You knew this was going to take a long time but it was worth it. You had been working for only about 15 minutes when you felt a cold rush of air against your back behind you, not thinking much of it, only that it was just a draft, you didnât even turn to look. It wasnât until you heard the door click shut behind you locking you in the small room.
âUmm professor, did you close the door?â You said still bent over looking at vials in the cabinet below you before turning around.
âYesâ he replied
You jumped at the sound of him right behind you. He glides and somehow makes no noise when he walks, some people think he casts a charm on his shoes to keep them silent. You spin around and are now in very close proximity to him. Your breath is stuck in your throat and you push yourself up against the shelf. The vials behind you raddle as your back hits the wood. You look up to his looming figure and he looks down at you with his sparkling black eyes and his equally raven black hair falling around his face.
âIâm quite sorry, did I frighten you?â He says with a sly smile.
âOh umm no hehe of course not.â You say with your eyes closed with an embarrassed smile slapped across your face.
âOh good I would be awfully sad to scare off my little dungeon bunny.â His words slapped you across your face.
You look up to him in shock, eyes wide and heart pounding out of your chest, âd⊠dungeon bunny?!? How does he know about the nickname my friends call me?â You think in a panic.
âYou scream it quite loud in your head all the time. Itâs not hard to miss.â He replies to your thought. As if your eyes werenât wide enough they were bigger now, you now understood he had the ability to use legilimency. The thought of every embarrassing little thing you have thought about him over the last 7 years bounced around in your mind. You were in utter shambles over how embarrassing you had been without your knowledge. Especially since you never were shy to let your daydreams run amok in the dirtiest ways you could think of.
âYou enjoy being my bouncing little bunny donât you?â He questioned as if he was a predator circling and taunting its prey.
âIâŠ.. I umm⊠I-â was all that you were able to stutter out. A deep chuckle rumbled up through his chest and you felt his cool breath on your face as he loomed over your shanking frame. You couldnât help to smell the smooth smell of spearmint and honey on his breath sending your head spinning.
âDoes cat have your tongue, little bunny? Usually you have so much to say up here.â He said as he tapped a finger melodically against your temple. You felt your knees wobbling under you and you couldnât help to just look up at him like a deer caught in headlights as you white knuckled the counter behind you.
âYou're usually such a good girl and speak when spoken toâ, grabbing your chin and squeezing your cheeks with his long slender fingers. âNow I will only repeat myself once more,â his tone stern and filled with authority. âI said you enjoy being my little. Bouncing. Bunny. Donât you y/n?â
âY⊠yesâ you shyly mustered out.
âYes what?â He commanded as he squeezed harder
âYes sir!â You practically shouted, trembling in his grasp.
âSee that wasnât hard was it?â Leaning down to be eye level with you all the while still holding on to you tight.
âN⊠no sir.â You couldnât help but feel like putty in his grasp. You wanted to be devoured, like you said before, if he said hop you would hop and you meant it.
âYou know even if I couldnât hear your detailed perversions every time you laid eyes on me you are quite obvious and oblivious to your surroundings.â He released your face and leaned in close to your ear. His hair tickled your skin as it cascaded over your cheek.
âYour little love doodles are very cute, you think I donât notice them as I walk around the room? Youâre lucky I donât punish you for being off task so frequently but you are always such a good girl I canât bring myself to punish you.â
You were overheating with your skin flushed pink, you felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of your forehead.
âHmmm It is getting pretty hot in here, why donât you take off your coat?â He hummed, pulling back from your ear. His fingers found their way under your lapels and slid your jacket off your shoulders onto the floor.
âT..thank you.â Not even sure why you were thanking him but it felt so good too.
âSuch a polite girl, seems like someone needs a treat.â Taking your chin back into his grasp, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto your lips. Still in utter shock and disbelief from what was happening you just looked at him wide eyed but in an instant you shut them and sunk your weight into his hand. You grabbed onto the side of his robe for support and let out a moan that shocked you both. You could feel him smile against you and his left hand sneak to your waist and pulled you close into him.
Your eyes shot open when you felt him hard against your stomach taken aback by just how large he felt under all of those dark clothes. âGods his cock is huge!â You couldnât help but scream in pure lust loud in your head, immediately looking up to him in terror as you might as well have just said that out loud. Somehow his eyes grew darker than they naturally were and you knew it was game over. He was about to devour you whole.
You looked away fast in utter embarrassment but his hand snaked its way through your hair and pulled your face back to his and whispered once more into your ear, âI want to fucking tear you apart.â He said, so sharp it pierced through your body like flying arrows across the battlefield. Before you knew it the hand in your hair pulled you to the ground and you were on your knees faced with the serpent trapped behind his wool trousers.
âNow be the good little bunny you are and set your God freeâ he said as the hair he had in his fist fell free from his grasp.
Filled with nerves, your trembling fingers slowly reached up and skated across the black wool, hesitating for a moment once they touched the cool metal buckle of his belt. You looked up as if making sure it really was alright. He returned your wordless question with a light smile of reassurance. You slowly slid the leather belt out of the metal and grasped the button that was behind it and slipped it through the hole and pulled the zipper down. He sprung free from his prison and slapped his stomach with a snap.
You gulped hard, this was the first time you had ever seen a man in this way. You had seen one once before when a Gryffindor boy got a little too drunk at a party and thought it would be a good idea to whip it out as a laugh but it was nothing like this. Snape's cock was powerful and hot with desire, just as dominating as the man it was attached to. You could feel the slickness building between your legs as you looked up to him practically drunk.
âYou look so beautiful down on your knees for me I wish you could see just how beautiful you look, all flushed and doe eyed looking up at me.â His words poured over you like honey. You craved his praise and youâd do anything he wanted to get it.
âThank you professor! I⊠Iâd do anything for you!â You cried out to him bouncing on your knees. You were passed the embarrassment, hell the embarrassment was fueling you. You didnât care what you looked like, you just wanted to do whatever he wanted, that's all youâve ever wanted to do for him.
âOh I know Iâve heard you so many times lost in thought wondering how I looked under my robes,â his hand began to work the many buttons of his coat and he slipped it off onto the floor with yours. His white linen shirt flowed free around him as he worked up that as well. Soon his torso was bare and you eyed the pale skin that hid under it. You could see his scars that scattered around his smooth form and wondered how they felt.
He reached down, holding out a hand to yours. With a slight hesitation you placed them in his and he placed your hands on his stomach. Your fingers began to wonder, exploding the milky smooth skin you had dreamed about. A soft moan escaped him as your warm touch moved around his cold body. You couldnât help but look up at him in amazement.
âGods youâre just so pretty.â He said looking down at you with hooded eyes. You just couldnât take it any more. You needed to touch his cock that had been staring you in the face far too long. You moved your hands down past his belly button following his little happy trail down to the base. Looking up to him one last time for permission, he nodded a gentle yes.
Grabbing the base, he was rock solid in your grasp. A huff escaped him and he slightly pumped into your hand. This sent your body into overdrive losing all sense of your humanity; you were just his slave to his desire. You worked your hand up and down his shaft not even able to touch your fingertips together as you pumped him slowly.
He reached out a hand and placed it on the top of your head and looped some hair around his fingers and pulled your face close to him. He smelt a mix of smoky body wash and sweat. He filled your nose with his scent and it made your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sniffed him in.
âOpen that pretty little mouth of yours I canât take this anymore.â He growled in pure need. Without hesitation you opened yourself for him and his tip was past your threshold before you had time to process. The precum that had began to gather on his tip spread across your tongue as he snaked himself into you. You couldnât help but moan as your senses were attacked with him.
âFuck your sweet little mouth feels better than I could have imagined.â He spit out. Your arms wrapped themselves around his thick thighs for support as he filled your mouth with his needy cock.
âYou donât even know how long Iâve waited for this moment. FuckâŠ. Take my cock. Just like that, you're such a good bunny for me.â You practically cried out in pleasure to the praise and the vibration only sent him into a craze. He began to frantically assault your throat, making you gag around him. The room filled with the sounds of your complete surrender to the man that now laid claim in your throat.
Tears filled your eyes and fell over your flushed cheeks, he reached a hand down and his fingers moved gently over them wiping away at your tear stained face. He pulled them to his mouth and took a long lick of his fingers, humming as he did so. You were practically crossed eyed looking up at him.
He pumped himself in you a few more times and released your mouth with a loud pop. You coughed out desperately for air but were sad that he had released your throat.
âAs much as Iâd love to cum down that pretty throat of yours it would be such a waste to put it there our first time.â âFirst time?â You thought. That implied this wasnât going to be some one time event that you would think about over and over for the rest of your life on a loop.
âOh you sweet little thing. You think Iâd let you get away from me that easily? Iâve waited so long fighting with myself for a very long time. There is no way Iâm letting you escape me.â His voice deep and raspy you trembled below him. Grabbing the collar of your shirt he pulled you back to your feet and placed his hands firmly around your waist and lifted you to sit upon the counter. You were practically face to face now, though he still had a bit of height on you even at this level.
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and he pulled you back into a deep kiss. You found your arms sneaking in under his shirt and wrapping around his back pulling him close in. This kiss was pure sex and filled with fire. He pressed his body between your legs and his cock rubbed hard against your cotton panties. You could help but moan into his mouth with the sudden sensation shocking your wet core.
His right hand left your face and he made the journey down between your thighs. The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your soaking wet pussy made you jump. He pulled away from the kiss and now looked you in your eyes the way you asked his consent with yours earlier. You couldnât help but look away for a moment embarrassed but you quickly moved your gaze back to him and nodded with the most precious lust filled face.
Before you knew it his slender fingers were hooked into your panties and he slid them all the way down in one large motion. The air was chilled against the sopping wet mess you had under your skirt. He slipped your panties into his back pocket.
âYou're never getting those back by the wayâ he chuckled out. âNow since itâs only fair I think itâs time we take this tight little top off?â He backed away and looked at you. It only took you a moment to understand he wanted to watch you do this part.
Your shaking hands made their way up to the top button and began to slowly slip them out. He hummed in anticipation as you revealed yourself and the pretty baby pink bra you had hidden underneath your shirt. The shirt joined the pile of accumulating clothes on the stone floor below you. His hands reached up and began to wonder around your plush supple skin. His touch made your skin send goosebumps over your body. You let out soft whimpers as his nail softly scraped along your bra's edge.
âPleaseâ you moaned out
âOh she speaks? Please what my dear?â He says against your neck.
âPlease sir, I canât take it please just touch me!â With your desperate cries he sunk his teeth into your neck kissing and sucking soon to be deep red hickies into your skin. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he sneaked his hands behind you and made your bra fall to the floor where it belonged. Your breasts were exposed to him and the air and the mix of that made your nipples rock solid. His large hands began to knead into them with vigor and equal desperation. He easily found your nipple with his mouth and sucked and nipped. His deep moans filled the air and mixed with your high pitched squeals.
As his mouth sent attacks to your left breast and his left hand tweaked your right, his free hand found its way to your soaked pussy. Itâs like he knew exactly how to curl his fingers around your clit to send shocks through your body. Your hips rolled desperately against his hand to feel him as much as you could.
âIf only you could see how desperate and needy you are right now. Humping your dripping little cunt against me. Does your god feel good against your pretty pussy? Hmmm?â His words cut through you like a knife. All you could do is crumble under him in pleas and desperation.
âPâŠplease please please, I need you, please fill me up I canât take it anymore.â Tears filling your eyes again.
âWell if you beg me so nicely how could I say no to that?â With no warning his cock was pressed against your slit and plunged deep inside you. You cried out in pain as he was still against you.
âShhh Iâm right here I wonât move until youâre ready ok?â He said in between kissing away even more tears on your cheeks.
You were a mess under him but this was the only place in the entire world you wanted to be. For seven years you dreamed about him and wanting him so desperately to fill you up and here you were getting exactly that. You clutched onto his back sending your nails deep into his flesh. He couldnât help but move forward slightly into you from the sensation. You let out a moan and tightened around him that made him moan into your neck.
âPlease moveâ you breathed out. You didnât have to ask him twice; his hips moved with a sudden urgency that even shocked him. As if on autopilot he moved in a primal need into your center and filled the room with sounds of him slapping against you. His hands gripped your waist hard, unbeknownst to you both, would leave behind bruises the next day.
His pace was slow at first but over time with the growing moans that escaped your mouth he began to move faster and more erratic.
âFuck your pussy feels so good around me. Your cunt is sucking me in so eagerly.â He said through gritted teeth. His words made you clench harder around him. âTell me how does my big cock feel inside you?â
âHmgmmhh-â is all your mouth manages to get out between his powerful thrusts. He grabbed the hair in the back of your head, snapping you back to look him deep in his eyes. âWhat did I tell you about speaking when spoken too? Donât make me have to punish you when youâve been so good for me.â He growled down at you.
âYou feel so good! Y..you make me feel so full, Iâve n..never felt like this down there before.â
He paused and looked at you, you whined at the sudden stop. âIs this the first time youâve had someone inside you?â He asked in disbelief. You panicked afraid that he would want to stop with your lack of experience.
âIâm sorry! Is that a problem? I donât want to disappoint you!â You said, shaken. His eyes widened and immediately placed your face in his hands.
âOh gods no! Iâm just shocked someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you hadnât had a line of boys trying to take you to bed with them.â A soft smile looked down on you and you nuzzled yourself into his touch.
âI have always just waited in hope that ummm it would be you.â You said looking away.
You could feel him throb in you as that escaped your lips. Without warning his hips snapped in you at a frantic pace once more.
âWhat a sexy little nymph you are. I am going to truly lose my mind.â He grunted as he pumped you deeper and deeper with each passing thrust. His fingers slipped down and found their way to your clit once again. Your moans filled his ears like prayers. Begging for a release that you were desperately in need of.
âPlease sir I-Iâm so close.â Your face found its way to his shoulder as you cried out.
âD-does my pretty bunny want to cum for me? Have you been a good girl? Should I allow you to cum all over my big cock?â He asked into your hair.
âGod please, please let me cum! Iâm begging you please!â You screamed out.
âFuck, cum on my cock while I fill you deep with mine!â He shouted back at you. He plowed into you at dangerous speeds, hitting your cervix with every lightning crack of his hips. Circling faster around your clit with his thumb. You could feel yourself on the edge so close to your sweet release. With one final snap of his hips you lost all control coming undone around his throbbing cock. Squirting all around him unaware you were even able to do that.
When he felt you release around him thatâs all he needed, âFuck fuck fuck take my cum, fuck!âand shot load after load of his hot cum deep into your pussy. Grunting like an animal as he reached his glorious climax that he has dreamed of for so long.
You both stayed in this wrapped position for what seemed like an eternity panting and gasping for air. When you both found your breath he planted sweet gentle kisses all over you. You giggled with each one he bestowed upon you.
âGods Iâm going to keep you locked down here forever.â He said between kisses.
âYouâd have to pull me out of here to get me to leave.â You replied back and planted a gentle kiss on his swollen lips.
âWell that would never happen,â he said looking over you sweetly.âNow letâs get you in my chambers so we can get you right in the bath because you are one dirty bunny.â
âYeah your dirty little bunny.â You giggled into his ear and with that you were whisked out of the store room and through his chamber door off for more of your wildest dreams to play out before you.
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Young Snape x Reader prompt/idea? Idk
I canât really write so this is a scenario I made up that I just word vomited
Iâve always had a crush on snapes young actor since I was like 8 so this is js something I made up when I would daydream
Student!Reader is a ravenclaw pure blood with no strong opinions on wizards/witches with no magic parents and a lot of ravenclaw and slytherin friends
Student!Reader and Student!Snape meet on the train and click right away but donât hang out at school as much because Lily told Snape she didnât like reader. Theyâre still acquaintances until that changes due to Lily getting closer to James and Severus getting a class with Reader. Little by little they slowly start getting closer together.
Reader would like to spend more time with him but he feels a responsibility to stay with Lily all the time since she was the only one who cared to stick around with him. Reader doesnât like the way Lily treats him and the fact sheâs all buddy buddy with his bullies
Finally itâs all solidified when Severus and Lily have an argument their 4th or 5th and he calls her a mudblood. Lily starts to ignore Severus not only everytime he goes to apologize but anytime he comes near her at all. She starts to stand by and just watch James and his gang bully Snape and sometimes laughs.
Reader finds Severus crying and comforts him. Gives him a pep talk about how wonderful he is and how people make mistakes and no one deserves to be treated like he is. Finally after that they start hanging out everyday. Severus becomes good friends with Readers friends but they still usually only hang out with each other.
Reader tells people in Ravenclaw and slytherine how Lily treated Severus and people stopped talking to her, gossiping about her even. Since Reader is a pure blood thatâs part of an affluent family she grew up around other affluent family kids. Overall reader was not only friends with higher influence kids but also very respected among them due to her kind and understanding nature. So a lot of these people started to look down on Lily.
Finally it all comes together when Snape and Reader are near a tree talking one day when he starts telling Reader how much he doesnât deserve her and kind of confessing and rambling when Reader kisses him. After that they start dating, the donât try to hide it either. They hold hands ALL the time, sometimes you find the pair snogging, other times you find Reader laying her head on his shoulder.
Lily doesnât like this, she liked the fact Severus liked her and the attention she would get from him on top of that people she use to talk to wonât even look at her now. She tries to talk to him saying sheâs ready to hear him out but by then Severus couldnât really give a shit.
Idrk about the rest
I know not a lot of people like Snape like that so Iâm just posting this for myself not really expecting anyone to see this lol
If someone does end up making a full fledged fic plz credit me :<
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Day 10: Dream Come True
Pairing: Severus Snape x ex-student
Rating: đ„” ?
Prompt: Dream
Summary: Severus reunites with an old student of his and she is determined to live out her teenage dream.
A/N: Loved writing this one!! Hope ya'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
Warnings: ex-student and teacher hooking up.
Word Count: 3170
Credits to Gif Creator
Severus had always loathed Lucius Malfoyâs elaborate parties. He threw them multiple times a year, celebrating every possible occasion, and Severus almost always declined the invitation. While he would know most people in attendance, Snape wasnât one to socialise and a party was his idea of literal hell. However, given that Lucius was the closest thing Severus had to a friend, he made a point to show face at one event each year; often staying for no longer than an hour or so and spending most of the time hauled up in the kitchen alone. Which is where he happened to find himself tonight.
Having already circulated the crowds earlier in the evening, Severus was simply buying time before he made his goodbyes and returned home to the peace of Spinnerâs end. The drinks and food were set out on a banquet table in the drawing room of the manor, meaning he often had the kitchen entirely to himself to drink bottle after bottle of FireWhiskey alone.
This evening seemed to be following the same suit as usual, until his tranquillity was disturbed by the entrance of a familiar young woman and her absolutely foul mouth.
âFucking disgusting shit. Who the fuck does he think I am. And why the hell is it blue?â She muttered to herself, staring deeply at the electric looking cocktail in her hand. She made a direct bee line for the sink and dumped the entire contents of her glass down the drain.
Severus couldnât help but let out a small scoff of approval at the girlâs words. He, of course, recognised her from her time as a student at Hogwarts. Not only had he been the Head of her House, and Potionâs Master, he often found himself telling her off for her bad language at the risk losing points from the other professors. Severus himself didnât mind it so much, in fact he found it rather amusing, which must explain why he was no where near as irritated as he usually would be by the disturbance.
âProfessor Snape?â
The girl stopped in her tracks, eyeing the Potionâs Master appreciatively. Her tone had dropped to an almost sultry timbre.
Severus remembered now why he always seemed to be giving the girl into trouble. This particular young woman had not been nearly as discreet with her girlhood crush as she may have expected. It had been obvious to him that she acted out in his classes simply to get a rise out of him, and best-case scenario she would earn a detention, prolonging their time together. The latter Severus did not indulge, the last thing he needed was a hormonal teenager making heart eyes at him from across the classroom.
From the way she looked at him now, the young witch had yet to grow out of her school-girl crush. Feeling the effects of the sheet amount of alcohol he had consumed; Severus couldnât resist raking his eyes over the womanâs figure in return. She was after all, no longer his student. Â
While her bad habits still remained, her appearance had changed a lot in a few short years. Her hair was longer now, darker too; she wore it down as she always had, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall of obsidian waves. Her previously baby face had been replaced by much sharper features; high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, lips that sat in a permanent perfect pout, painted a deep shade of red that only enticed him further. The dress she wore, tight and black, displayed her curves from ever possible angle, the lowcut neckline drawing his eyes to the exposed swell of her breasts.
âMiss Y/L/N.â He stated simply, not allowing his voice to betray his less than appropriate thoughts.
âI didnât expect to see you here.â She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips with each step.
It wasnât lost on her that her old professor had just been checking her out, in fact she welcomed it. Since her crush on him first developed in her fifth year, she had long since dreamed of running into him again after she graduated. It pleased her to know that now they were reunited, he seemed to appreciate her just as much as she did him.
âI could say the same for you.â He raised a single eyebrow at her, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.
âNot sure why.â She shrugged, settling against the kitchen island opposite him. âIâve been at every party this year. Draco keeps inviting me.â
âAs his date?â The simple question drew a wide smile from Y/N.
Was Severus Snape jealous?
âI assume so. But if he keeps making me drinks that look like the result of a chemical reaction, he doesnât stand a chance.â
Severus scoffed again, amused by her words.
Y/N watched as took a long sip of his whiskey, draining the remainder of his glass.
âWhat are you drinking?â
âFireWhiskey.â He said plainly.
âMind if I join you?â
Severus glanced at the woman out the corner of his eye as she came to lean on the cabinet next time him.
âBe my guest. However, this is the last of this bottle.â He said, as he filled his glass. âIâm sure thereâs more in the next room, if you feel like re-joining the party.â
âNot particularly.â She huffed, folding her arms over her chest only to further accentuate her breasts. âDracoâs been fallowing me around like a lost puppy all night, I could really use a break.â
âAnd if I asked you to leave?â He tested, pining her with a stern gaze.
âIâd say tough. You donât own this space, I have just a much right to be here as you do.â She never had yielded to his dominance.
âWell then.â He outstretched his arm to her, offering up his renewed glass of whiskey. âYou might as well enjoy yourself while youâre here.â
Y/N accepted with a smile and a wink. Severus remained stoic, attempting to seem unfazed by her gesture. Y/N always knew Severus would be a tough nut to crack if this day came. But after years of dealing with a pining Draco, she could use the challenge.
âWhy are you hauled up in here anyway? Avoiding someone?â
âEveryone.â
Severus couldnât peel his eyes away from her mouth as she drank form his glass, her crimson lips staining the rim of the crystal. He felt his pulse quicken when her tongue darted out to collect any remnants of the amber liquid from her lips.
âEveryone?â She looked at him inquisitively, returning the glass to him. âThen why come at all if all youâre going to do is hide away in here the whole night.â
âLucius is a friend. The least I can do is show face, but beyond I have no interest in attending these infernal events. So, I simply wait it out in here until such time as it is appropriate to leave.â
âDoes it never occur to you that had you to actually venture out into the crowds, you might meet someone to help pass the time. A woman perhaps?â
Severus laughed into his glass, being careful to avoid the spot her mouth had just been. He knew this was her way of testing him, unfortunately he couldnât help but fall for her bait; hook, line and sinker.
âI have no interest in any of the woman beyond that door.â His eyes finally met hers, their intense gazes boring into one another. A challenge to make the first move. Â
âWhat about those within this room, professor.â Y/N dared to venture.
That final word shook Severus back to reality; the sudden realisation that he was entering dangerous territory with a former student had him eager to make a swift exit.
âI think that may be my queue to go.â He set his now empty glass back on the counter.
âWait. Stay for one more.â She pleaded, gripping his bicep in one last desperate attempt. It worked, Severus hesitated at her touch.
âIt may have escaped your notice, Miss Y/L/N, but not only is the bottle finished, but so too is my glass. There is no âone moreâ.â
âI know where Lucius keeps his private stash. Draco and I would break into it all the time when we were younger.â
Despite his brain telling him it was time to go, Snape couldnât resist the appeal of the young woman in front of him; her doe like eyes begging him to stay. It was obvious she was just as enticed by him as he was of her. And the fact remained; she was no longer his student. Still, it seemed wrong somehow.
âThat would explain all those parties in the Slytherin common room I was forced to disband.â Severus raised a questioning brow.
âGuilty.â She smirked.
âYou know those were the bane of my life. Dealing with drunk and hungover underage students wasnât exactly how I planned to spend my weekends.â
âJust be grateful I was smart enough to avoid you, I can be quite the handful when Iâm drunk.â
Severus didnât know when she had gotten close to him again, but he wasnât opposed to the way her hand rested on his chest as she fidgeted with the button of his robes.
âShow me.â He swallowed, nodding down to her.
Y/N led Severus through a door in the kitchen, to a wine cellar in the basement. In the corner of the room stood a solitary shelf of finely-aged whiskey, worth more than two teenagers could have even comprehended.
Snape watched on as the woman struggled to reach the top shelf where the best whiskey was kept. He made no attempt to look away when the hem of her dress began to slowly rise over the curve of her ass. He no longer felt so guilty checking her out down here in the dark.
âClever girl.â Severus purred when Y/N handed him a dusty bottle for him to inspect. âThese are what you stole?â
Y/N bit her lip and looked down guiltily.
âI donât think we realised how expensive they were at the time. We just wanted to have a bit of fun.â
âMmm. You always were trouble.â He eyed her once more.
âStill am.â She winked again.
Y/N led Severus back to the kitchen, leaving no trace of them behind besides the empty space on he shelf she had no intention of filling.
Despite the kitchen being full of glass and crystal ware, Severus opted to pour another singular glass for the two of them to share.
Y/N watched on fervently as Severus brought the glass to his lips, this time placing his mouth directly over where her lips had been. God, how she wished to know what his lips felt like on her, what he tasted like.
âGood?â She continued to look up at him, practically drooling now.
âDelicious.â
Y/N watched in awe as her ex-professor absent-mindedly run his tongue along a small part of the glass.
Without thought, Y/N brought a thumb to his mouth, brushing the pad gently across his bottom lip.
âLipstick.â She explained. âCanât have you leaving here looking like that, people will talk.â
âAnd what, exactly, will people say.â Severus closer to the young witch, his inhibitions slowly fading which each gulp of alcohol.
âTheyâd think you were with a woman.â She started, her voice now barely a whisper. âOf course, they wouldnât know who at first. But seeing that colour on your lips, theyâd begin to speculate. And when they saw me follow you out of here⊠Weâll theyâd put two and two together, and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.â
âWhat sort of conclusions?â He passed the whiskey to her, allowing him to move closer still, their bodies close enough to touch.
âAll kinds of things. The most obvious being that we kissed, but their minds wouldnât stop there. Two people, alone in the kitchen at a party, we could have been up to anything in here.â With every word she spoke she drew Severus in closer, her lips calling to him like a siren to a sailor. âTheyâd assume we kissed. Maybe, we made out. But ultimately, theyâre going to think we had sex. A teacher and his ex-student. How scandalous. There would be rumours about us; what we did in here. Theyâd say I seduced you with my body. Theyâd say you got me drunk. Theyâd say we fucked right here in the Malfoyâs kitchen, all while Draco searched the party for his supposed date.â
The mention of Draco began to boil Severusâ blood, he wasnât oblivious to how close the pair were and he knew, if given the chance, Draco would have Y/N for his own. He wasnât about to let that happen.
âThen letâs give them a reason to talk.â Severus stated firmly.
With his permission, Y/N threw herself at Severus. Her lips crashing to his hungrily. Like a starving hyena finally eating after being denied itâs prey for so long.
Practically throwing the whiskey glass aside, Y/N wrapped her arms around Severusâ neck, pulling her body closer to his. Severus felt his way around her; one hand coming to rest on the side of her face, the other gripping her rear possessively. The two became deaf to the world around them. Passion taking over as they devoured the other breathlessly.
Letting himself get carried away in the moment, it never occurred to Severus to move to a less public location. All sense of propriety gone with the taste of her lips.
Gripping her by her thighs, Severus lifted Y/N onto one of the kitchen cabinets, positioning himself between her open legs. Feeling the hardness of his cock at her core, Y/N let out a strangled moan.
Severus broke for breath, kissing his way down her exposed neck and chest, occasionally nipping at her pale white skin. Seconds before Snape was about to rip off the womanâs dress and fuck her in the middle of the kitchen island, footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached.
âHave you checked the kitchen, Draco? She canât have gone far.â
âNot yet father, Iâm just about to look.â
âShit.â
âFuck.â The pair swore in unison.
Y/N quickly jumped from her spot on the counter, making sure to right any clothing that may have gone awry. Severus let out a frustrated snarl at being torn away from Y/N.
âIâm going to kill that di-â
âY/N?â Draco called out upon entering the room.
Neither Snape nor Y/N made an attempt to move away from the other.
âThere you are. Iâve been looking everywhere for you.â
âSorry Draco.â Y/N replied through gritted teeth. âI ran into Professor Snape. We weâre just catching up.â
âI see.â The younger Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. âMy father is about to make an announcement, Â he wants everyone to gather in the drawing room.â
âOf course.â She smiled falsely, making to meet Draco by the door.
âHere.â Severus stopped her, clenching his jaw and handing over the almost full glass of whiskey. âYouâll need it.â
âThank you.â She grinned, lingering when his hand brushed against hers.
The three of them exited the kitchen and made their way through the manor; Severus taking a different route from the others, letting himself get lost in the crowd.
As soon as he was out of her sight, Y/N started to panic that she had missed her shot at the one thing she had been dreaming about since she was 15 years old. Draco had interrupted what was easily the hottest make out session of her life and now there seemed to be no chance of her and Snape actually finishing what they had started.
âWhat were you and Snape doing in the kitchen for so long?â Draco finally broke the awkward silence that had developed.
âHmm. Oh, we weâre just having a drink together and chatted about all those times you and I pissed him off with our parties in the common room.â
âWhat are you drinking? What happened to the one I gave you?â He didnât even seem to be listening to a word she was saying.
âErm⊠I finished it. Sev- Snape poured me a glass of his whiskey.â
âThatâs unusually kind of him.â Dracoâs intense stare burned a hole in the side of her face.
âI suppose.â She shrugged. âI guess he just likes me.â
Draco didnât get the chance to object before his fatherâs voice echoed through the room.
Zoning out after Lucius thanked everyone for coming, Y/N immediately began scanning the crowd for her beloved professor.
Having no luck even after the party commenced, Y/N downed the remains of her drink and followed Draco as he led her into the hall for a more private conversation. Backing her against the wall, Y/N had no way to escape the agony she was about to endure, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.
âY/N.â He began with a deep breath. âAs you know, weâve been best friends since our first day at Hogwarts. Our families have been intwined since before either of us were even born. Weâve had our fair share of fun together; both as friends and otherwise.â He hinted towards the few drunken nights where they had casually hooked up. It had meant nothing to Y/N, clearly Draco did not feel the same way.
âThis year I have felt our relationship has evolved past friendship, and I think it may be time we take the next step. I like you, Y/N. I want you to become my girlfriend, officially.â
âDracoâŠâ She sighed. They had been over this before, she wasnât interested in being anything other than friends, he just couldnât take the hint. Â
Before she had a chance to break the bad news to him a shadow fell over the pair; Severus Snape towered behind Draco, slapping a large hand on his suited shoulder.
âIâm afraid, Mr Malfoy, I do not believe Y/N is interested in pursuing a relationship with you.â
âProfessor Snape.â Draco puffed his chest out, trying hard to hide the look of intimidation evident on his face. âWith all due respect I donât think this has anything to do with you.â
Severus moved the boy aside with ease, positioning himself between his two former students.
âI suggest you leave now, Malfoy, before your feelings get hurt.â
Severus did not warn him again. Instead, he took the opportunity to take Y/N in his arms and pick up exactly where they left off.
âOh, thank god.â Y/N gasped, clutching at him desperately.
Just as passionately as before, Y/N captured Severusâ mouth with her own, pulling him in by his robes until their bodies were backed up against the wall.
âWant to get out of here?â Severus mumbled against her mouth.
âFuck yes.â
Ignoring a dumbfounded Draco, the Potions Master and his former student made their way out of Malfoy Manor unable to keep their hands off one another.
Y/Nâs dream was finally about to come true.
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hello! can i get a severus lazy sunday morning with the reader? đ€
Severus Snape x Fem! Reader Tags: None. Word Count: 1.1k "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."
It was the pattering of rain on the roof that initially woke Severus up. It drummed on the house and sprinkled across the windows. The trees outside rustled from the wind that whistled outside. He let out a slow exhale at the sound of the low rumbles of thunder rolling off in the distance.
Three days of solid rain was more than enough, and frankly, he was missing the sunshine. Nonetheless, there wasn't a thing he could do about the weather, so he supposed that griping about it wouldn't do him any good.
After all, it was hard to complain when there was a beautiful woman curled up next to him.
Severus was a bit of a stirrer in the mornings. He wasn't typically one to lounge around in bed, typically getting up and on his feet the moment that his eyes opened. But you, on the other hand, liked to gradually wake up instead of getting a fast start to your day. If there wasn't an immediate reason to get up, then you were more than likely going to stay snuggled in for a little while.
With that being said, he tried to keep his movements to a minimum to avoid waking you. He could bear staying wrapped up in the sheets if it meant you getting some extra rest. He was perfectly content with holding you close and watching the weather rage on outside through the window.
Unfortunately, he couldn't control the volume and intensity of the thunder that accompanied the rain. One booming crack of thunder spooked you awake with a hard flinch and a light gasp. The sudden reaction even made Severus jump a bit, his arms holding you tighter as a gesture of protection.
"It's all right," He nuzzled his nose into your hair, pressing a kiss just above the tip of your ear. "You're safe. It's just a storm."
His morning voice always sent a chill down your back. It was deeper than usual, groggy and sluggish. You relaxed at the sound of it, releasing a relieved sigh when you realized that your house wasn't being attacked by some outside force.
"Mm. Still raining I assume?" Your eyes fluttered closed again in an attempt to slow the hard thumping of your heart.
"Unfortunately." He grumbled, his focus on you instead of the storm.
"It's not all bad. I've had you all to myself for three days straight." You giggled, the sound of your laugh spreading a warmth over his chest.
"Darling, has there ever been a time where you didn't?" He answered.
He pushed some fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, a small smile appearing on his features as he admired your calm expression.
"Generally, no. But sometimes the duties of being a professor steals you away."
He couldn't deny that. Just being a professor could be overly demanding -- adding in being the head of Slytherin and some occasional administrative responsibilities could most definitely dry up the well of his free time.
Before he met you, he spent pretty much every night at the school in his personal chambers. He didn't see the need in traveling home every night (as easy and convenient as it might've been) if he had no real reason to. He spent all of his time at Hogwarts from September to June.
But after meeting you and having the pleasure and blessing of your lives intertwining, he had to learn how to balance his work life and personal life. Now, he traveled home almost every single night, unless he just couldn't get away from his office and/or classroom.
He did everything that he could to ensure that you were his top priority...although, sometimes he still fell short.
"We still have well over a month before the term starts," He remarked. "Plenty of time before my schedule gets overly full."
"What's on your schedule until then?" You asked, eyes opening just enough to peer up at him.
He let out a low chuckle when he kissed your temple, the vibrations running down your side and causing a brief tingle in your toes. He exhaled a satisfied hum when one of your legs settled between his.
"You."
Another roll of thunder rumbled, yet not quite as vigorous this time. You smiled at him, which caused a tint of a blush to appear on his cheek.
"Doesn't sound too busy then." You ran your index finger's knuckle across the apple of his cheek with a feather-like touch.
"Just the way I like it." He smirked.
A round of silence followed. The two of you were just enjoying each other's presence and taking advantage of the fact that you had absolutely nothing to do...not to mention having a great excuse not to come up with something to occupy your time.
The rain was relentless after all. Who in their right mind would want to go out in this kind of weather? It was a perfect setup for a day inside.
There were plenty of things to do around the house. The only problem was that you had already been doing them for three days now.
You could only take a crack at raiding and reading your entire library for so long. The house was spotless and lemony fresh, so cleaning was crossed off your list. You were looking forward to trying a new recipe for dinner, but you assumed that you still had an entire day to get through first.
"What time is it?" You asked, realizing that it could've been noon for all you knew.
Severus raised his head just enough to peek over you to get a glimpse of the alarm clock on the bedside table on your side.
"6:47." He answered.
"Oh, that is so early," You gawked. "I'm too awake to go back to sleep though."
"Shall I make us some breakfast then?" He suggested. "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."
"Pancakes? Coffee?" You asked, a glittering admiration for the man talking sweet to you shining over your face.
"Of course," He nodded. "Whatever you want, angel."
He peppered kisses across your nose and down your neck, bubbly giggles and squeaks sounding out from your chest. You managed to squeal out an "I love you" through laughter and shrills.
He couldn't understand how someone like you could love him so much. He liked to think that he had done something in his life to deserve some like you. But in reality, he knew that he was just plain lucky.
"I love you," He returned the endearment before whipping the covers off of the bed, ignoring your hiss of disapproval. "Pancakes are on the way."
Once he was on his feet, he pulled the covers back over you, chuckling at the way you shimmied further down with a gleeful whimper. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving to whip up the best stack of pancakes you had ever tasted.
"Enjoy the rain, my love."
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Astronomy Tower
Snape x student reader PLANTONIC
A/n: So this was a request. Sorry it took so long to write but here it is I hope you like it. <333 Requests will be taking a while bc school is starting and yeah. All honors classes when you take 7 classes is hard to managed lolol.
Warnings: Sewerslide, bullying, neglectful parents, emotional distress (if I missed anything pls tell me)
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Wednesday 8:00 AM Great Hall
You sat alone at the end of your house table, hunched over some cereal. It had gone soggy a while ago, so you just picked at it instead of actually eating it; your mind was elsewhere anyway. You looked longingly at your housemates at the front of the table. They all seemed to be happy and content in their lives. They all seemed to have everything they could ever want and everything you could ever wish for. A functional family, friends, family that actually likes them.Â
A loud whooshing sound was heard overhead, and you looked up to see the post being delivered. You paid no mind to it as you never received mail anyways, but this morning was different. A barn owl swooped down into your cereal, splashing it all over you. It dropped a thick letter in front of you, thankfully not in a puddle of mushy cereal and milk. You take the letter and open it to surprisingly find that your parents have written to you.
Y/N I hope there is someone in the castle that will take pity on you. We have moved into a new house. It does not have space for you unless you wish to sleep in the shed, but we have plans for that, so we cannot let you stay there. You are not welcome back this summer, is what we are saying. You already know not to bother coming for the holidays. But about our new house. It is on the coast with a beautiful view of the sea. 5 bedrooms and 3 bathroomsâŠ
You did not bother reading the rest of the letter. You did not care for the details of their lavish new house. You already got the pointâthat you were not welcome to come back. You supposed it did not matter as you were not planning on making it to summer anyways.
It did not really hurt your feelings as you thought over this. You didnât much like them anyway. You longed for a nice, loving family or parental figure at least, but just not them. There was someone you could consider a parental figure. You saw him every day from noon to two in the afternoon. In the dungeons, surrounded by cauldrons and ingredients, and what not. He had black greasy hair down to his shoulders, a hooked nose, and a demeanor that was supposed to deter people away from him.
You weren't, though. You had a talent for potions, which he seemed to like in you. It started when he offered to give you private lessons a year above the year you were in. He figured you were at that level. You took him up on the opportunity. Every Wednesday night from 5 to 7, you were in the potions classroom brewing potions for the next year. It has been the only thing making your life worthwhile.Â
After you got comfortable being in his presence alone, you two got to talking about various things. Anything you could think of to fill the silence. He eventually passively asked why your non-uniform clothes looked so bad. He was never one to sugarcoat. You explained your parents' distaste for you. Conveniently, you found 8 new outfits, a pack of socks, and a pack of underwear on your bed the next day with a small note saying, âIf you ever bring this up, I will burn all of it.â
You thought back on the memory with great fondness. You still had all of the clothes he had gotten you that day. He had been the only person at Hogwarts to ever give you a gift of any kind.
You sat in the Great Hall for a few more moments with your thoughts. Now that you were not welcome to come back home, where would you go exactly? It would be better if you did not exist, and you supposed that was always an option, but what exactly would people think of you if you did that? Well, it wouldnât matter if you were gone.
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Wednesday 11:50 AM Dungeons
The Potions master had told you a secret passage to get to the dungeons quicker. You took it every day, hoping to avoid the various people you could stumble across that you did not like. Such as the one that you were looking at right now.
She made it her life's mission to make your life hell. You werenât entirely sure why, but whatever made her happy, you supposed.
âSaw your letter this morning,â the girl in front of you laughed. âAre your parents finally sending you off for being such a disappointment?â Her friends laughed behind her, almost cackling.
Your shoulder slumped and your eyebrows furrowed; something must be wrong with her, as this one's insults were usually much more painful with this. Before you could question her if she was alright going to make a remark about her boyfriend shagging other girls in the halls again, Professor Snape's voice rang through the halls.
âGood afternoon,â he said coolly. Immediately the girl in front of you straightened up and turned quickly. She was quite terrified of him. He held a strong disliking for her, knowing she was quite awful to you. It grated on her nerves that he did not like her, often taking it out on you since he did like you.
âProfessor Snape,â she said with a high, sickeningly sweet voice, âth- they called me ugly.â She stammered out and attempted to fake a cry. Her hands balled into fists as she screwed her eyes shut, trying to force a tear or two out. Immediately all of her little friends began to back her up, nodding their heads and adding on to her story.
Professor Snape nods his head and stares at her for a moment before catching your eye. He narrows his eyes at you and looks you up and down as if heâs trying to see through you. He then looks back to the girl and asks, âDid you know that when you lie, you ball your hands into fists?â His voice was cold as he stared at her as she realized her hands were indeed balled into fists. Quickly, as if she were a child caught trying to sneak a cookie, she and her friends scrambled off down the hall and up the dungeon stairs.
Snape sighed and looked back at you with an overly dramatic, disappointed look, shaking his head dramatically and sighing. âCalling other students ugly. Detention [y/l/n]. My class today. Starting at 5,â he gave you a small grin before quickly dropping it, not wanting anyone else to see it. Before he begins his walk back to his class, expecting you to follow.
You grin back before following right beside him, âWhat are we brewing today?â
He delves into the details of what you will be brewing as you arrive at his classroom. You already know how to brew it, having learned last year. No one else is there yet, as you are early, and most try to come to his class as late as they can without penalty. You dump your stuff at your seat, which is surprisingly at the back of the class, out of his sight for the most part. He had requested you sit back there as, âI trust you wonât blow something up; others I canât say the same for.â So you sat at the back of the classroom so he could keep an easier eye on other students.
âMy parents have moved into a new house,â you tell him as you lean against one of the tables that is closer to his desk.Â
He hums in acknowledgement, nodding his head slightly to show he is not ignoring you, âbut apparently they do not have room for me in said house. So I guess over the summer Iâm staying at Diagon Alley or something.â
His head shoots up, eyes glaring at you. âThat is not something to joke about.â
âIâm not joking,â you grab the letter that you had stuffed in your robes and hand it to him. He suspiciously takes it and reads over the first part of it; you assume he made it about as far as you did before he put the letter down, staring at you dumbfounded. A glint of anger was in his eyes, but he was doing well to hide it. âWell, you could stay atââ He did not get to finish, however, because a group of Ravenclaws walked in, loudly chattering about the latest updates to their common room.
You quickly return to the back of the class, where your seat is. You gather up the ingredients that you know you will need today, occasionally catching the Potions Master's eye. The hint of anger had still not left his eye as the class progressed. If anything, as students messed up their potions left and right, it only seemed to intensify.
Unfortunately, you did not get the chance to speak with him after class either, as some Slytherin boy had somehow managed to explode his potion. Sending shards of his now broken cauldron everywhere. None of it hit you, but others were not so lucky. Leaving Professor Snape to usher some to the hospital wing.
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Wednesday 6 PM Potions Classroom
It had been an hour into your lesson, except it wasnât really a lesson this time. He was just sitting there quietly grading papers some 2nd years had written. Of course you two had had nights like this where you did not brew a potion or he did not give you advice, but you usually talked about something at least. This was plain torture. You had attempted to talk a few times, asking about his day or how the exploding cauldron had gone, and all you would get in response was a few quiet mumbles you could not make out.
So you sat in your chair with your thoughts staring at the wall behind him. You had been thinking earlier that day. During a free period, you wrote a letter. Well, you wrote a few, but there was only one you put any amount of effort into. The letter to Professor Severus Snape. Who now seemed as if he was ignoring you, but that was beside the point. You knew what needed to be done. You did not provide good to the world; you were not wanted at school or home, so it was better to remove yourself from the equation.
As you mulled over your thoughts, Snape stood up and looked down at you, âItâs 7. You should head to dinner. Get something to eat.â He had no emotion to his voice, just a plain, monotone sound.
âOh, yeah,â you stand from your seat, your knees cracking a bit. You walk towards the door before you stop and turn back around. âProfessor, take this,â you hand him the letter, âbut donât read it until dinner is completely over.â Before he can respond, you walk out of his classroom and begin your jog from the lowest point in the castle to the highest.
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Wednesday 7:45 PM Potions Classroom
No one ever willingly visited Professor Snape's classroom, and since he had no detentions scheduled for tonight, he was free to do basically whatever he pleases. However, something was poking at his thoughts. The letter.
His students had given it to him and then basically ran out of his classroom. Of course he was suspicious of what it was, but they told him not to open it until after dinner time was over completely. That would be 15 minutes from now. He did not want to go against their wishes, but it was indeed very hard knowing how they ran out like that.
There was also a nagging feeling in his gut that maybe he should go ahead and look. If something was wrong, then he could stop it early. Or if it was a prank letter set to go off after a certain time, he would not get pranked.
He decided to go with his gut and tore into the letter. It was handwritten, and he immediately recognized the students handwriting.
Dear Professor Snape, I wanted to thank you for being so good to me during my time at Hogwarts. I will never forget it. You are a wonderful teacher and a wonderful person to learn from. I see you as more than a teacher but as somewhat of a father. Considering mine is the way he is, I suppose the bar isnât very high, is it? Oh well. Thank you for all youâve done for me. Iâm sorry I always pestered you so much and took up your time. By the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Thank you, Professor Snape. For everything. Sincerely, [y/n]
His hands shook as he read the letter, not believing what he was reading. He realized he might not be too late and immediately began his search for you. He was not sure where you were, but he knew where most students would go if they got the idea to do this.
The stairs are what would slow most people down; luckily for him, he could fly. So fast as he could, as soon as he got to those stairs, he began his ascent. Flying past them as quickly as he could, terrified he would arrive at the top to find he was too late.
To his great relief, when he reached the top, he saw the silhouette of you standing at the edge of the tower. Carefully he crept up behind you, not making a sound, then suddenly he snatched you away from the edge. He grabbed you by your midsection, wrapping his arms around you and turning forcefully to bring you away from the edge of the tower, giving you no chance to fight him at all.
âYou idiotic child, what are you thinking?â He immediately starts to scold you for not thinking about what you might be feeling. He quickly sees the tears and fear on your face and stops a look of shock coming across his own face. âWait, no quit, stop crying,â he stares at you for a moment before averting his eyes and uncomfortably hugging you.
Heâs not quite sure what to do in this situation, but when you melt into him and start to sob onto his shoulder, he goes ahead and makes himself comfy on the floor, determining he will be here for quite a while. You cling onto him, sobbing violently, until you suddenly choke out, âIâm sorry.â
âDon't be,â he just says quietly as he holds onto you. He rubs your back, hoping you will feel a bit soothed by this. He keeps you close to him, just holding on to you and rubbing your back as you cry on him.
Once you calm down some, he carefully pulls you back from him. âWhy on Earth would you think of doing something like that?â
âNo one wants me, even my parents; they donât want me.â You start to panic again, tears forming again, but he hushes you quickly, pulling you to him again and rubbing your back.
âI was going to offer you to stay with me if you wanted. There is a program founded by Hogwarts that all of the teachers are required to be signed up for. They are able to take in students that have bad home lives. Almost every teacher here has done it at some point,â he gently explains to you, keeping his arms firm around you, noticing your starting to shiver because of the cold air.
You look up at him shocked, and he quickly starts to speak again. âI mean, if you want, you can always go to Professor McGonagall or Professor-â
"No, I want to stay with you. Can I actually?â you ask excitedly, your heart swelling at the thought of having a place to live this summer. With someone you actually like this summer.
âYou can. How about we worry about that later and get down from the astronomy tower?â he suggests.
You nod, noticing how cold you were. You wipe your face before getting up and following him down the stairs of the tower. For the most part, the walk was quiet, the only sound being the sound of your footsteps until he spoke in a low tone, âYou know I care about you? You're my favorite student.â
You look over at him, surprised by his sudden words, but nod, âI figured I was your favorite.â
âIf you think of throwing yourself off some large object again, how about you come to my office next time? Promise me you will.â
You nod your head, âI promise, Professor.â
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Hi beautifulll! Could you write a piece were student reader x professor Severus are in long secret relationship - and imagine Harry and reader are in the great hall during lunch talking to each other in hushed voices etc trying to not make too much of a fuss but you can tell something is wrong, which Severus notices. And then Harry gets up and storms out of the hall with reader running to follow. Later they both end up coming in late to their Potions class, to which Severus just eyes them weirdly before taking points away ofc. Anyway after the class is over he asks reader to stay back and asks her whatâs going on. She doesnât tell and then says that Harry confessed he likes her. Severus gets upset and makes a comment about the potter boys always taking his loved ones any from him before reader comforts him and then itâs just pure fluff of them both comforting one another :) sorry ik itâs long was just ranting my thoughts out!
Severus loathed this feeling. His grip tightened around his quill as he saw Y/n laughing with Harry. Y/nâs laughter used to sound like honey in his ears when he was the reason she laughed but now it pricked his heart how that dunderhead was making his girl laugh. Severus hated how beautiful she looked as she smiled at Harry. He wanted to be the only one who saw her smile like that.Â
His brows furrowed deeper when he saw Harry whisper in Y/nâs ear. The voices in the Great Hall faded and he felt a tinge in his chest as he saw them leave the Great Hall. Severus felt a sense of deja vu. This was how he had started to lose Lily. This is how he will lose Y/n. He will no longer feel her soft fingers on his skin, he will no longer see her looking at him in so much love, and he will no longer hear her humming as he slowly falls asleep.Â
Severus got up abruptly and went to the Potions classroom even though he had 30 minutes for the next class. He couldnât be in front of so many people while his heart was breaking with mere thoughts of Y/n being with Harry. He was so lost in thought that he didnât realise when the students came in. He cleared his throat and started looking for her as everyone settled. There was no sign of Harry or Y/n. That was it. He had lost her.Â
He was about to turn his back when he saw the door open and Y/n and Harry entering the classroom. Severus noticed how she avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. His booming voice made everyone jump. â30 points each from Gryffindor.â He didnât bother speaking much and turned his attention to teaching the class ignoring his heartache as he saw Harry glancing at Y/n now and then.Â
Severus was so involved in his thoughts that he didnât realise the minutes passed and the class was over. He held back his scoff as he saw the students hurriedly collecting their belongings in their bags. As usual, his onyx eyes found Y/n, he walked closer to her desk âMiss L/n stay backâŠwe need to have a conversation about yourâŠperformanceâ he demanded and Y/n felt a shiver down her spine. She felt her throat dry when she saw his cold gaze on her.Â
As soon as the last student left Severus put his palms on her desk. âWhy were you late L/n?â Y/n felt her heart clench as she heard him say her last name with such coldnessâŠas if she didnât mean anything to him. Â
She took a shuddered breath and finally spoke up, âHarryâŠheâŠhe said heâŠheâŠ.has a crush onâŠmeâ Y/n noticed him clenching his jaw and immediately cupped his cheek. Her touch brought Severus out of his rage daze.Â
âThese buffoon Potter boys are always trying to take my love away from meâ Severus huffed and started picking his nails. Y/n gently placed her hand in his, kissing the back of his hand.Â
âBut he didnât Severus,â she spoke so softly it immediately eased his heart, as if he didnât need to hear anything else, âHarry canât take me away from youâŠnot when I am so stubborn and so terribly in love with you that I am willing to stand by you no matter how rough life gets for us.âÂ
Us. That was a word Severus had barely heard. Any sense of family was lost for him when he lost Lily but now when he looks into Y/nâs eyes and can feel her hand in his, he feels complete. Severus couldnât help but smile at the idea of having someone being there for him, someone he could rely on.Â
Before tears could leave his eyes he placed his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. Enjoying her presence, the feeling of her breath made him feel like someone had now wrapped a warm blanket around him to save him from the harsh cold. Â
âNo words can explain how thankful I am for your presenceâ he couldnât keep his hands back from touching her, her smile only encouraging him more. âI am so terribly in love with you too.âÂ
Her giggles warmed him up more, his heart beating wildly in his chest as she peppered kisses all over his face.
A/N: I apologise for the long delay (I got this request in July eshh.) too much happened this year and now I am back feeling fresh after a hectic few months. Again so sorry for the delay I have so many more stories and I will post them soon. <3
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Thigh-riding- Professor Lupin x Student Reader
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It was a Hogsmeade weekend and you decided to stay back despite the complaints from your friends. You kept thinking about that night you shared with Professor Lupin a few weeks ago. You can still feel the way his calloused hands carefully roamed your skin leaving goosebumps. You remember how many times he told you that it could never happen again but you thought if you ever had a chance to get him alone and willing, now would be the time. The castle was practically empty and you wander to his office in your jumper and leggings. You were already so wet, soaking through your leggings. You never needed him more than now. Once you get to his office you knock gently on the door âProfessor Lupin?â You call out.
âCome in y/nâ Remus calls out and unlocks the door with his wand. You quietly open the door and shut it behind you. âWhat brings you here on a Hogsmeade weekend, donât you want to be out with your friends?â Remus says putting his book down and looking up at you.
âIâd much rather spend my Saturday with you, Professor,â you say seductively and slowly walk up to his desk.
âY/n,â he says firmly through gritted teeth, âI told you, that last time was a mistake, we cannot do this, it is wildly inappropriate,â
â-but Professor Lupin!â you whine.
âDonât whine to me y/n,â Professor Lupin says with a sigh, his frustration was so obviously growing, âI was weak, I gave into temptation and I never should have, I cannot touch y/n it is wrong,â he sighs and his eyes do a scan over your body but they stop once they meet yours.
âBut Professor,â you say walking over and straddling his lap, grinding yourself down on him. A low growl escapes his throat.
âY/n..â he sighs.
âI donât need you to touch me, professor, I can cum just from this,â you whimper grinding your hips on his and feel him starting to grow under you, he quickly grabs your hips and adjusts you to straddle his thigh.
âIs this what you want y/n, to get off on my thigh, is that how needy you are for me? So needy that you can cum in your panties grinding on my thigh?â He says condescendingly as a small smirk grows on his face and you can tell how much he is enjoying this.
âYes, Sir,â you whimper and keep grinding yourself on his thigh. âThen by all means, darling, make yourself feel good on my thigh,â he smirks. You slowly start rocking your hips back and forth grinding yourself on his thigh. You can feel the rough fabric of his trousers through your leggings and panties. You let out delicate moans as you push harder when rolling your hips to apply more pressure on your clit. You want to move faster but need somewhere to hold on.
âProfessor?â You whimper.
âYes y/n?â
âCan I hold onto you?â you ask ready to snake your arms around his neck and rest your forehead on his shoulder. He nods slightly and you take no time moving your arms to practically cling to him. You rock your hips faster, applying more pressure this time, and let out soft moans. Your frustration starts to grow as the repetitive movements of your hips on his thigh begins to tire you out and you still didnât cum. You feel Remusâs hands fall on your hips as he pushes you against him, letting you know it's okay to apply more pressure before he lifts his thigh up to match your movements. âOh Iâm so close,â you whimper and move quicker feeling your clit throb and your climax building up.
âCum for me, darling,â Professor Lupin whispers into your ear. His hot breath made you shiver, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shudders as you climax on this thigh. You slow your movements as you ride out your high and stay put to catch your breath. After a few moments, you get up revealing a wet spot on his trousers.
âSorry Professor,â you blush.
âDonât apologize, believe me, I enjoyed that much more than I am allowed to admit,â he smirks slightly, the same smirk that makes your knees weak.
âSee you tomorrow, Professor,â you blush and walk towards the door.
âIâd like that,â he smirks and picks up his quill, and goes back to grading as you leave. This was much better than an afternoon in Hogsmeade.
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Cassiopeia Black has a bit of a crush on her Potions professor.
Severus Snape x OC
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Snape: Do you take constructive criticism?
Y/n: No, only cash or credit.
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Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that sheâs pregnant? And didnât know how to say it to Severus.
Title: New Hope
Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...
Words Count: 2000+
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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.
At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfreyâs guidance. She wasnât one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.
Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfreyâs return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.
When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.
âWell, Professor Snape,â Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, âIâve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.â
Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. âIs it⊠is it serious?â
Pomfreyâs lips twitched into a small smile. âNot in the way you might think.â She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. âYouâre pregnant, Y/N.â
For a heartbeat, Y/N didnât react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.
âYouâre sure?â she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. âQuite sure. Based on the symptoms youâve described and the tests I ran, Iâd estimate youâre about ten weeks along.â
Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.
âI⊠I didnât expect this,â she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. âI didnât even think⊠Severus and I⊠we never talked about having children...â
The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severusâs past comments about childrenâhis distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.
Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?
âI donât know how to tell him,â Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. âWhat if⊠what if he doesnât want this baby?â
Pomfreyâs gaze softened with sympathy. âY/N, I canât speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.â
Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.
The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldnât find the courage to tell him, not yet.
It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadnât noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minervaâs voice broke through the haze.
âY/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?â
Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minervaâs eyes that it wasnât convincing. âIâm fine, really. Just⊠tired.â
Minervaâs lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/Nâs weak facade. âYouâve been looking more than tired lately. Iâve seen you lost in thought during meals, and youâve barely spoken to anyone. Whatâs going on?â
Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloudâadmitting the truthâfelt too terrifying.
Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. âY/N, Iâve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, Iâm here.â
Tears pricked at Y/Nâs eyes before she could stop them. She hadnât realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.
âI⊠Iâm pregnant, Minerva,â she whispered, her voice breaking.
Minervaâs sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. âPregnant?â she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. âThatâs⊠well, thatâs wonderful news, my dear!â
Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. âI donât know if it is. Severus⊠he doesnât like children. Weâve never talked about having them. Iâm terrified that he wonât want this baby.â
Minervaâs expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/Nâs shoulder. âOh, Y/N,â she said quietly. âI can understand why youâre afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.â
Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. âWhat if he doesnât want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?â
Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. âGive him a chance. He may surprise you. Youâve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child⊠it could be a new kind of hope for him.â
Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldnât shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.
It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledoreâs office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?
When she entered the Headmasterâs office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.
âY/N, please sit,â he said, his voice kind yet commanding.
She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.
âThere is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,â he said softly. âI have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?â
Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didnât know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledoreâhe had a way of knowing, even when she didnât want to say anything at all.
âIâm pregnant,â she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.
Dumbledoreâs eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. âI see,â he said gently. âAnd this news troubles you.â
She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. âWe all know that Severus doesnât like children.Plus weâve never talked about having them. Iâm afraid⊠Iâm afraid he wonât want this.â
Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. âSeverus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.â
Y/Nâs throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. âWhat if he doesnât want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?â
Dumbledoreâs eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. âSeverus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apartâit will bring you closer.â
Tears welled in Y/Nâs eyes once again, and this time, she didnât try to stop them. âI donât know how to tell him,â she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.
Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. âTell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a giftâa new beginning.â
That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.
They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.
âSeverusâ she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.
âWhat is it love?â he asked, setting the book aside.
Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. âI⊠I have something to tell you.â
Severusâs brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. âAre you unwell?â he asked, his voice laced with worry.
She shook her head quickly. âNo, itâs not that. Itâs justâŠgosh this so hard to say.... Iâm pregnant.â
For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/Nâs heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.
Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.
âY/N,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âYouâre pregnant?â
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didnât want this.
But instead, she saw something she hadnât expectedâjoy.
Severusâs lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. âYou're carying....A child,â he murmured, almost in disbelief. âOur child.â
Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.âI'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldnât want this,â she confessed, her voice shaking. âI know you donât like children, and I didnât know how youâd feel aboutââ
Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.
âI don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,â he said quietly. âA family. With you.â
Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. âAre you⊠are you happy about this?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Severusâs smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyesâa hope she had never thought possible.
âIâm more than happy,â he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âIâm honored, I'm proud. I canât wait to meet our child.â
Tears streamed down Y/Nâs face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.
In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.
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Headmasters Favorite (1?)
Warnings; age gap, headmaster x student, angst, nsfw themes, maybe spanking or any form of punishment
The train to Hogwarts was so dark and quiet. No one spoke and was just sitting down either reading, looking out the window, or staring off. It was too scary to dare talk. Everyone knew this year and the following just might be the worse. Everyone was already in uniforms. You sat alone as you were the last of Harry's friends to be going there. The only reason you were still going is so no one starts looking for you. No one knew how you were a part of the order.
You looked out the window of your cart the whole time. You didn't move or talk. You were afraid of what might happen. You had heard who the new headmaster was. You are not surprised it was Snape. After all, you thought about it and knew why. Snape was the most trusted in Voldemort's circle.
Soon the train arrived at Hogwarts and everyone was getting checked in. Everything was more secure and awful. You just kept your head down going through the checkpoints. They sorted the first years before a quick dinner. After dinner everyone stood up and the tables disappeared. Every time was a nightmare. You wanted to leave but any chance of leaving was gone. You stared off once you entered your dorms. Severus was still the head of Slytherins and he went through everything that was to be changing.
For the first few weeks, everything was completely worse. Students get in trouble even for the smallest things. You found the headmaster constantly staring at you like he was waiting for you to crack. You weren't going to crack.
You were in potions at the moment and Slughorn was teaching. No classes were fun anymore. It was listening, notes, studying, tests, and repeating. You were glad when class ended as you just headed to your dorm for the rest of the night. You barely ate as you didn't want to be in the great hall or near anyone. You were almost there when you heard footsteps.
"Shouldn't you be going to the great hall?" A voice spoke and you froze not knowing what to say. You turned around and looked at him before bowing your head down.
"Sorry headmaster, I was going to the dorms to start studying sir. I am not hungry." You said with your eyes cast down. He stepped forward and looked at you with a stern glint in his eyes.
"This is not going to be happening anymore. I will drag you personally to the great hall. Understood?" He snarled. Why did he care? Maybe only because he only cared about the idea of a student passing out in the hallways. You looked down in shame. You felt stupid for believing he actually cared. You also did not want to get in trouble.
"Yes, headmaster." You answered. How did he notice? The uniform did look less well-fitted anymore. You stayed quiet as he started to walk to the great hall and made sure you were following. You didn't want to eat or be around anyone. You heard how the great hall was now a silent hall. Once you arrived you sat down and when the food appeared you grabbed only a little bit until you felt eyes on you and looked up to see him staring. You quickly added more to your plate and started to eat. It did taste good but nothing was the same.
It was like this for the next few weeks. Every morning, lunch, and dinner he walked you to the great hall. You thought it was odd that he did it only for you. You felt better eating more but still being here was draining. How could it not? Nothing was fun anymore, and Quittach became more violent. A lot of kids were seen going to the infirmary.
When Professor Snape called you into his headmaster's office you were scared but went up anyway since you knew what he said before. You couldn't help but feel something towards him. It confused you.
"Yes, Headmaster?" You asked standing in front of his desk.
"Miss Y/n.... I would like to talk about your classes." He said as he looked up from his position at his desk. He had been doing some paperwork and his legs were spread a bit and he looked more relaxed. You couldn't help to admire him. "Y/N." He called out. You focused back.
"Oh, what is happening with my classes?" You asked him nervous.
"Your potions and defenses grades are dropping... I wanted to let you know for now on, during those classes you will be with me and I will teach you." He said. You were shocked. You didn't like they were dropping that bad.
Oh, you wondered how this would go. This also meant walking longer with him to the great hall for meals.
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How am I not dead yet?
Severus Snape x Slytherin!student reader
Warnings: none just fluff??
This is absolutely poor writing because I wrote this a while ago, and I was half asleep- so don't expect it to be great lol
Y/n's first year at hogworets was going well. They had taken a liking for one of their professors, although they weren't sure if he liked them..he was the potions professor, professor snape. He was so cool to y/n, and they had no idea why, is it because he's also a Slytherin? The head of Slytherin, to be exact. Potions were their favorite subject, something about mixing random stuff together to make cool things was awesome to them (plus they did it when they were little except now it actually makes potions-)
Y/n was heading to potions. They weren't really paying attention and accidentally ran into someone. Who else would it be but professor snape? "O-oh.. I'm sorry, professor. I didn't mean to run into you," y/n said with a nervous tone. everyone around them looked at y/n with pity they were totally dead, and if they get lucky, that is. "It's.. alright, child." Snape said in his normal tone. Everyone, including y/n, was starting at him with shock. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "...shouldn't you all be in class?" Snape said, looking around at everyone. "..shouldn't you also be in class as well.. sir?.." y/n asked testing their luck.
Snape glared at y/n. "...come on..." snape said and turned around. Y/n smiled. 'How am I not dead yet??' They asked themselves following their professor. Maybe their professor did like y/n?... it's possible?.. what ever was happening.. y/n was beyond happy about it.
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The Firecracker Conundrum
[ I honestly recommend playing this song while reading haha ]
Warning: Slight swearing
Pairings: Professor Lupin X Student Reader [Platonic]
Summary: You, an apeshit student who's known to cause trouble in hogwarts, might have just started a firework mayhem in Lupinâs class when Umbridge came in to send someone to detention
[Characters included don't go by timeline]
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with the usual chatter of students walking in and preparing for their next lesson.
Your Professor, Remus Lupin, was sorting through some papers at his desk. Often casting occasional glances at the door, giving slight nods acknowledging the students who walked in, greeting him. Before his eyes were once drawn to a familiar face â the notorious and infamous troublemaker, whose name is often heard through the halls of Hogwarts.
Whispers From mouth to ear, words of your pranks got out quickly and people often talk about stunts that you used to pull.
As you sauntered in, you had a bouquet of what seemed like "harmless flowers". However, Lupin's keen eyes quickly noted the subtle signs of mischief. The flowers were, in fact, cleverly disguised firecrackers and fireworks purchased from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
As you made your way to your seat, Lupin's mouth curled up into a smirk as he decided to taunt you abit, Attempting to see if he could make you spill the beans.
"Ah, [Y/N], welcome to class," Lupin said, his tone light and teasing. "I see youâve come prepared with a lovely bouquet. Are you planning on decorating the classroom for the occasion? Interior Too boring for you I assume?"
"Well Infact Professor, the Interior of the class seems... A little dull. I thought that I'd do us a favour and try to lighten up the mood abit!" [Y/N] replied with a sly grin, balancing on the edge of their desk.
Some giggles and suppressed laughters could be heard around the class over your witty remark, knowing you most likely have something in plan.
âJust a friendly reminder,â Lupin said, catching [Y/N]âs eye, âweâre here to focus on learning defensive spells today.. I trust youâll save your little floral arrangements for another time?"
âOf course, Professor,â [Y/N] said with an exaggerated bow. âI'll try my best to resist the urge to spice things up.â
.-.
As Lupin began the lesson, he guided the students through practical exercises and theoretical discussions. Despite his serious tone, his eyes occasionally darted towards [Y/N], who was playing their part well by pretending to pay attention but clearly scheming something.
The lesson continued, with students practicing defensive spells. The Sound of students muttering spells, and the flipping of pages filled the air that surrounded you. As you looked up catching the sight of Professor Lupin offering corrections and encouragement to students who needed it.
The air of normalcy was then abruptly broken when the door to the classroom came flying open, and Dolores Umbridge, one of the professors in hogwarts, strutted in.
âProfessor Lupin,â she said in a disdainful tone, âI need to speak with one of your students. Is Emily here?â
As Umbridge eyes darted around the class before spotting Emily then approaching her
She grabbed onto Emily's Robes. "Your Coming With Me, Ms Emily." She said before further dragging her away. She was apparently called out to detention just because she was talking in umbridge classes earlier.
"PROFESSOR! PLEASE!-"
The whole class stared at the scene unveiling infront of them, Unable to intervene as most of them wouldn't want to know what happens Under Umbridge Wrath. Who knew what she would do if someone were to intervene.
But However, You didn't take the chance for someone to be simply dragged away to hell under such small circumstances. You appeared nonchalant, but your mind was already working on a plan.
Lupinâs gaze met [Y/N]âs, a hint of amusement in his eyes. As you dramatically threw a stack of textbooks onto the floor.
"Fuck this shit!" You exclaimed before you groaned loudly, catching Umbridgeâs attention.
"Excuse me?" She slowly let's go of Emily's Robes, before she walked towards you.
âShe's being unjustly accused! I demand a trial by wizardâs jury!â
You declared before pointing towards Umbridge with the Bouquet of flowers in your hands.
Umbridge, irritated but trying to maintain her composure, reached out towards You.
âI'll deal with Emily Later. You come with me, now.â she demanded before a flick of her wand, casting a spell to manoeuvre the bouquet of flowers from your hands to hers.
"And I'll Be taking these for myself" she said as she looked at the different coloured flowers with slight adoration.
In a swift move, You used your wand to set off a spell that ignited the hidden fireworks.
"Incendio!"
The "harmless bouquet of flowers" exploded into a dazzling array of lights, filling the room with an eruption of sparks and colors. The classroom was instantly transformed into a scene of chaotic brilliance. Fireworks whizzed around, and sparkling lights dazzled and danced across the walls.
The crackling and popping sound of the fireworks shooting off in every direction sends the whole class bustling with different sounds of chatter that was filled with amazement and awe. Not only was the class filled with laughters and cheers, it was the deffinition of a perfect ambience.
Umbridge, caught off guard, looked around in disbelief as Lupinâs face broke into an incredulous grin. He was clearly enjoying the spectacle that you have just pulled, trying to hold back a chuckle.
âHonestly, [Y/N],â Lupin called out over the commotion, âIâm beginning to think you might be a more talented performer than a student.â
"Oh? What if I'm both?" You replied before you held out your wand casting a spell to close up all the classroom windows plunging the classroom into semi-darkness.
Amidst the chaos, Umbridge frantically tries to find her wand that she dropped after getting caught off guard by your little trick. The room, now illuminated by the remaining fireworks that was still lit up with the sparks glowing like it's a magical lightshow, it almost looked like a starlit wonderland. The effect was mesmerizing, even as Umbridgeâs temper flared.
Lupin, enjoying the spectacle, moved among the students, ensuring everyone was safe and helping to contain the situation. He couldnât suppress his chuckle anymore as he watched the fireworks slowly dim, leaving behind a soft, magical glow. After the last of the effects was gone, Lupin took out his wand. With a wave, all the windows were now reopened, filling the once dim classroom with light.
âAlright Class, Settle Down.â Lupin said, as the students all went back to their seats. Lupin turned his attention back onto restoring order. The classroom was slowly returning to its original state.
Both in an impressed and teasing tone, Lupin approached you. âI must say, your sense of timing is impeccable. If only I could reward you with extra credit for such creativity.."
You gave a cheeky grin, brushing the remnants of fireworks off your robes. âWell, if youâre offering, I might just show up to class on time next week.â
As Umbridge got a hold of her wand, her impeccable anger was clear that she wanted [Y/N] Gone. She was even more pissed at the fact that she had just been embarrassed infront of the entire class, adding onto how Lupin did not offer her any assistance when the mayhem started.
It was time that she used her own way of dealing you herself.
Before she even got the chance to grab you, with a final flourish, You leaped out of the high classroom window, deftly landing on Your broomstick that was cleverly hidden outside and bellow of the class window.
"Till Next Time Professor!" You yelled from outside the classroom windows. With a wink and a smile, [Y/N] disappeared gliding off on their broomstick leaving Lupin shaking his head in amusement.
The Students all leaped out of their seat, to run off to the edge of the windows, witnessing [Y/N] Fly off into the air as they let out a huge playful laughter punching the air in triumph and victory.
Lupin watched from afar as [Y/N] made their escape, a mixture of admiration in his eyes. Before he said softly
"And the show goes on..â
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