#snapetober 2024

[hiancii]

The Ace of Spades

[tricksterringmaster]

next prompt of @superfallingstars's snapetober "torn"

turned out not specifically "torn", but i've been thinking about possible dangers of creating sectumsempra and how there is a chance severus hurt himself in process one way or another.

but well. for enemies.

[dranna]

bullied.

For the snapetober 2024 prompt: torn

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 17: Mirror

In my "Snape survives" AU, Snape recovers from his wounds at Malfoy Manor. This is him seeing his scars for the first time.

[thatsillything]

Day 4 of Snapetober: "Torn"

Thought about this for a looong time and gathered a courage

[severus-snaps]

Snapetober 2024 | Pillow

[professorsnape394]

Day 9: Morning Sex

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC

Rating: 🥵

Prompt: Morning

Summary: Y/N wakes up Severus in the best way possible.

A/N: I'll get these out as quick as I can, life's just been crazy atm. Hope you're all enjoying them so far.

Warnings: Sex. Unprotected Sex. Male oral (receiving).

Word Count: 1442

Credits to Gif Creator

“Morning, Sunshine.”

Severus eyes fluttered open to the sight of his beautiful wife smiling lazily at him.

“Good morning.” Severus grumbled in response, barely awake.

The tired wizard, sleepily pulled his wife to his chest, closing his eyes once more.

“Don’t even think about going back to sleep, you.”

“I’m tired.” He whined, holding her tighter.  

Of course, Y/N knew the reason he was so exhausted this morning, the two of them had been up to all hours of the night pleasing one another relentlessly. Unfortunately for Severus his wife was not yet satiated. Now fully awake, Y/N was ready for another round with her husband; morning sex had always been a favourite of hers. Her silky bare legs brushed against Severus’ tangling themselves together with his. Despite refusing to reopen his eyes, other parts of Severus’ body were beginning to awaken.

“What are you up you.” He questioned; his words muffled by his pillow.

“Nothing.” Y/N feigned innocence.

The woman continued to tease the Potions Master, her naked form curling around his hard body, her hands roaming curiously.

No longer interested in fighting off his wife’s advances, Severus lay flat on his back and allowed her to entertain herself while he savoured a few more seconds of shut-eye.

Y/N felt her way down her husband’s chest, fingers rubbing circles over the surface of his skin. She kissed his cheek hoping to elicit some kind of response. Nothing. She nipped her way down the length of his neck. Nothing. She bit his earlobe, a little harder than usual. Nothing. She let her hands travel to the waistband of Snape’s boxers…

Severus opened one eye.

“Are you going to tease me all day, or are you actually going to do something about it.” The wizard gestured to the tent he had created in his underwear.

Y/N smirked widely.

“Whatever you want, my love.”

Her slim hand dipped beneath his waistband. His cock was already rock solid when she wrapped her fingers around him.

A satisfied hiss escaped Severus at the feel of her cold hands around him.

The pair made eye contact before the witch disappeared beneath the blanket, positioning herself between her partner’s legs.

A few pumps of his cock had Severus’s head flopping back against his pillow, relaxing into her touch. He was satisfied to lie there and appreciate the woman’s generosity, until he felt the softness of her tongue flatten against his head. Taking her sweet time, Y/N swirled her tongue sensually around the tip of his penis, lighting up every last nerve.

A guttural groan rumbled from Severus’ throat and without warning the thick feather-down duvet was thrown off of her, leaving her bare body exposed to the chilliness of the bedroom. A layer of goosebumps formed over her skin, heightening her already reactive senses.

“I want to see your face when you take me down your throat.” He stated firmly.

On cue Y/N locked eyes with her husband, taking the rest of him into her mouth. It was always a challenge at first. The utter size of him was intimidating to say the least, but with enough lubrication and sheer willpower Y/N was eventually able to take all of him, even if it meant a few gags along the way. She was sure Severus secretly got off on making her gag, and she knew for certain he loved it when she was sloppy with him.

Keeping her eyes fixed to Snape’s, Y/N allowed a drop of saliva to fall from her mouth, using it to assist her in swallowing the rest of his shaft. Feeling the tip hit the back of her throat, Severus let out a strangled moan.

“Fuckkk.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile around him, she loved getting verbal reactions from him like this. A man usually so stoic, reduced to a primal state from nothing but her touch. It made her feel so powerful.

“Shhh.” She soothed him, sliding him out of her mouth with a pop. “Just relax.”

Severus was now practically sitting up right, the muscles in his stomach tightening from the sensation of her mouth. Y/N pushed gently on his chest, forcing him back into a lying position.

Done with easing him into it, Y/N began bobbing her head, taking every inch of Severus in and out with each movement. Picking up the pace, Y/N hollowed out her cheeks and relaxed her throat completely. Severus’ hands flew into her mass of hair, gradually putting a slight amount of pressure onto the back of her head, until he was practically fucking her face.

“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in my mouth.” He panted breathlessly, thrusting up into her throat.

Having no other ability to respond, Y/N hummed appreciatively around his dick, sending a series of vibrations up his shaft. Severus shivered and moaned again in response. The feeling of his wife’s tongue running along the singular vein on his dick was Snape’s breaking point.

“Stop.” He panted, tugging on the roots of her hair. “Unless you want me finish down your throat, you need to stop right now.”

Y/N pulled herself off of him, letting tendrils of saliva string between her lips and the head of his cock.

“That was kind of the idea.”

“And leave you unsatisfied? I don’t think so.” Now more awake than ever, Severus sat up against the headboard of the bed. “Get up here.”

Not one to disobey, Y/N left her crouching position between his legs, and moved to straddle her husband’s hips, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance.

Severus fisted his dick in a tight grip, lining himself up perfectly with her entrance. Despite not being touched by either herself of Snape, Y/N was now dripping wet; the slickness of her cunt already leaking onto her thighs.

Severus ran the tip of his cock through her folds, focusing on rubbing tiny circles around her clit, teasing them both endlessly.

“Please.” Y/N breathed. “Please Severus, I need you.”

Unlike her husband it didn’t take long to become a quivering mess. Already she was begging for more before they even had a chance to really begin. 

Never wanting to disappoint his wife, Severus eased himself into her, allowing her time to adjust to his size and girth.

“God, you feel amazing.” He gasped, welcoming the warmth of her tight pussy around him.

Y/N was unable to speak, focusing solely on lowering herself down his entire length.

Usually keen to dominate in the bedroom, Y/N expected Severus to take charge as soon as she was seated comfortably. Snape, however, had other ideas.

“Go ahead, Darling. Show me what you can do.” The wizard smirked, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed red under the intensity of his gaze. It was easy to feel intimidated by her husband, it was something she never quite managed to overcome. Only now, she revelled at the chance put on a show for him.

Still using his shoulders as leverage, Y/N fell into a steady pace, pumping herself up and down his cock over and over until the two of them were left gasping for breath on the brink of climax.

Knowing she was seconds away from cumming, with Severus undoubtably following shortly behind, Y/N leaned into her husband’s grasp, capturing his mouth with her own.

Waiting for no permission, Severus instantly stuck his tongue into his wife’s mouth, moaning contentedly as their tongues inter-twined.

“I can’t hold off anymore.” She huffed against his mouth, gasping for breath.

“Go on, Darling. Cum for me.”

On Severus command, the sound of his velvet-like voice send Y/N over the edge. Her pussy pulsated, clenching Severus over and over again until he too could not longer fight his orgasm off.

“Oh Fuck.” His words were shaky, as was his body. His muscles tensed, and his fingertips dug deep into the flesh of her hips, forcing her body to still while he emptied himself inside her. With a few last pumps Severus settled inside of her, his seed now spilling out of her hole, coating the two of them in the sticky substance.

The pair collapsed into each other; Y/N onto Snape’s chest, and Severus onto the bed beneath him. They lay as still as they could for as long as they could, before Severus found the energy to run his fingers through Y/N’s dark locks, planting a series of small kisses along her forehead.

“So… breakfast?” He offered.

“Only if you’re cooking.” She grumbled into his chest, the thought of getting out of bed so much less appealing than before.

“Anything for you, my darling.” Severus smiled contentedly.

[momo-t-daye]

For @superfallingstars Snapetober 2024 prompt "Garden"; toddler Draco getting some lessons in the garden from Sev

Draco thought it was downright pathetic the way Gryffindors whinged and whined about Professor Snape being scary. Professor Snape had to follow a syllabus that was Dumbledore-approved. Professor Snape didn't get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways a plant could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, Professor Snape had to teach the same lessons year after year and was probably quite bored. Severus, who DID get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways plants could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, had terrified/trained Draco out of sticking random objects into his mouth at a very early age. He might be scary, but he was a very effective teacher.

Text reads:

-and the seeds are chock-full of cyanide! Do you remember what cyanide does for us? That's right! It shuts down cellular respiration and you die from histotoxic hypoxia! But that's not all, every leaf has our old friends oxalic acid and urushiol, which can mess up your kidneys and ruin your day. Even worse, the sap is incredibly phytotoxic and the blisters will hurt for years. Isn't gardening fun, Draco?

[sneppu]

He's a Prince but the crown they gave him is shitty at least his ribbon is a nice bright red.

works through my religious trauma by inflicting it onto snape in vaguely erotic ways

[hazedwords]

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Five, Pillow

Headcannon

Warnings: mild cursing, my opinions

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

(This post was late - yesterday and today have been decently hectic days for me.)

Let’s start off by saying something most likely cannon: Severus does not get nearly enough sleep at all.

From juggling two jobs, having to grade around 700 students worth of paper, to being a double spy and still have time to have a mental breakdown every once in a while; Severus is stretched thin.

It’s no wonder in that one scene he pops out in his normal day robes in the middle of the goddamn night. He hasn’t slept a wink.

Oh, and to top it all off (but not really) Severus gets nightmares every time he falls asleep. He has never had one night where he has fallen asleep and stayed asleep and woken up refreshed. He will jolt awake out of fear from a nightmare.

A ‘full nights sleep’ for Severus is four hours continuously interrupted by nightmares and five cups of dark coffee in the morning.

[odetolithium]

Discovery - Snapetober Day 19

Severus discovers Harry's secret and Umbridge's torture methods.

Prompts by @superfallingstars

A short pep talk from their captain was all the Slytherins needed; their cunning and resolve was enough to win the match. Severus watched the sea of green and silver march from the changing rooms, brooms grasped in steady hands. He addressed each player, translating his expectations with a curt nod before following them to the pitch. Red and gold opponents were stationed on the grass, their new keeper inciting jeers from the stands. His sister was in the seeker’s usual spot. Minerva followed Severus’s eyes, glaring at the satisfaction dripping from his sneering face.  

“Good luck,” he smirked, turning away from the pitch. In the distance, the unmistakable shape of Harry Potter was moving away from the cheers and chants and heading in the direction of the castle. Severus was quick to follow him. 

“Potter!” 

The boy turned around as Severus approached. 

“Is there a reason you are not at the match?” 

“I have loads of homework,” he said, holding Severus’s stare. Severus raised his brow, then something caught his eye, his interest was caught on the back of Potter’s hand. A wound was healing there. It looked infected. 

“Show me your hand, Potter.” The boy’s breath caught, and he pulled the sleeve of his robe as far down his hand as it would stretch. “Potter, I am not asking. It is not a request. You have three seconds to show me, or I will look myself.” 

The first second, Potter’s gaze fell to the ground. The next second, he lifted his hand. Severus made a move to grab the sleeve. The last second, Potter pushed back his sleeve. Potter’s palm was warm in Severus’s, but the inflamed skin around the deep cuts was hot.  

“What is this, Potter?” he muttered, “who did this?” 

“Who do you think?” Potter scoffed, snatching his hand back. “And I don’t need your help. I’m dealing with it.” Clearly, thought Severus. He knew the witch responsible. A blood quill? And to use it on a student? Did Dumbledore know? 

“Your hand is infected, you need to come with me now.” 

Potter stood his ground. 

“Again, Potter. This is not a request. You will become seriously unwell if we cannot treat it. How many times has this happened?” 

“Every night for the last week,” he mumbled, looking at the wound himself. “I don’t remember how many lines I had to do.” Severus clenched his jaw, his lips tight in an anger he would direct at the evil woman later. “Potter, will you let me treat it? I cannot guarantee it won’t scar but this needs healing.” 

"Fine,” Potter muttered in response.  

Within ten minutes, they were sitting across from one another in the Potions Master’s office. Severus had taken the boy’s hand in his own and studied it under the light of his wand. Deep, angry lines hissed on his skin, there was a yellowing around each letter that needed attention. Silently, Severus cleaned the wound. Potter winced occasionally but remained rather stoic. Severus would look up into his determined eyes to assess for pain, but Potter hardly moved. When the words were saturated in dittany, they started to shy away from prying eyes, leaving a white cast along the back of his hand. I must not tell lies. 

“That should be all, Potter,” Severus reached down to a small trunk that extended as it opened, revealing rows of potions and tonics. A rounder tub that resembled an ointment was placed on the desk in front Potter. “That’s for the scarring, it should help reduce its visibility.” 

“Thanks,” muttered Potter, slowly taking the ointment. “What if I have another detention?” 

“My advice would be to stop provoking the woman, Potter. If you cannot refrain from pissing her off, I will have you in detention myself. I may not use a blood quill, but you know very well how gruelling my detentions are.”  

A shadow of a smile played across Potter’s face when he understood the sentiment behind the threat. “Thanks, sir.” Severus inclined his head pointedly to the door.  

[hiancii]

Il la voit partout

[tricksterringmaster]

next prompt of @superfallingstars's snapetober "haunt"

it seems everyone's doing lily and severus and i won't be the exception. i've been thinking about Severus' loneliness in DH and how he had very little to hold on to. in the heart of the enemy, hated by people he was protecting, losing the only person who knew his true self. it must've been an incredible torture, and he definitely had his moments of weakness when he was alone.

so i guess i wanted to draw a gentle haunting.

[arcturus-night-star]

I know I'm late but here's a messy sketch thing for 23rd prompt "Watched" in @superfallingstars 's snapetober. Have a very stressful DE meeting where everyone thinks Severus is up to no good.

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 12: Victory

Slytherin was on a winning streak for the House Cup before Harry got there... Snape was certainly a sore loser, but I can't imagine he'd be a particularly gracious winner, either!

[thatsillything]

Day 3: Haunt

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