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thehoneybeestings · 17 days ago

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨ৎ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢

‧₊˚── Synopsis: A year of the baker by Sevika's side, but the baker still has no bite. This bodes questions from certain ill-intentioned alphas, and Sevika must decide if she's ready to answer them.

Word Count: 5.7k Content/Warnings: omegaverse! if it's not your thing don't read it; nsfw, top!sev, bottom!reader, soft dom!sev, reader is referred to w fem terms/pronouns, reader has female anatomy, sev has a dick, breeding kink, brat!reader if you squint, sub space if you squint, dom drop if you squint, blood, reader is harassed but nothing intense or explicit A/N: holy hell. note to self: do not write a fic you actually really like or you will drive yourself crazy trying to make it's sequel perfect. anyhow, here is said sequel after nearly two months! i'm so sorry this took so long, but i truly do love this series and care just as much about the character exploration as i do the smut, so i really hope the wait was worth it! thank you SO much for all of the love on pt. i, and as always, enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

Sevika slides into the booth tucked in the bar’s back corner.

In a practiced manner, her eyes scan the room. Over her shoulder to the stairs leading up to her apartment. To the wrought iron door at the front of the room. Left to the bar, right to the bathrooms.

She smirks in approval of The Last Drop’s Friday night debauchery, settling in like the foundations of a home well-loved. She reaches for the leather-bound cigar case you’d gifted her a few months back. She keeps the note that had accompanied it in her wallet; a folded piece of pink stationery scribbled in handwriting she’d learned so well after over a year of watching you furiously jot down recipes and grocery lists. “consider this a token of my gratitude and an apology for making you stay up until midnight to taste cupcakes… it most definitely will happen again. :) <3”

Her cigar teeters in her mouth as a wicked grin spreads across her lips. “You boys are so screwed,” she mumbles, lighting the cigar as she glances down at the game of blackjack in progress. “Whatever,” one of her future opponents jeers, “we’re just warming up. Waiting for your ass.” She chuckles through her nose, relishes in the smooth burn of smoke escaping with it.

“Yeah? Well, yours is about to get handed to you. Give ‘em here.”

Oxidised copper glints in neon green light as she reaches for the deck of cards to deal a new round, accompanied by the grumbles of her competition claiming she’s “just going to rig the game again.”

She chortles again, blows a ring of smoke out of her mouth, inhales, and, The smell of honeysuckle.

She turns back to face the stairs again, a nearly untraceable smile gracing her lips as she awaits your descent. A voice like honey to match as you round the corner, beaming when you finally catch sight of her. “She’s out like a light,” you declare, recalling the sight of the girl you'd just put to bed, all snuggled up and holding her favorite blanket as tight as she had been when Sevika found her. “She’s had a big day,” Sevika shrugs.

It had been a big day for the now six-year-old, what with all of the birthday celebrations that had ensued.

Just a few months ago, it dawned on Sevika that Isha had been around for over a year now, but that they’d never celebrated her birthday. It’s unbeknownst to most that tucked away beneath all of her brooding and brawn lies Sevika's firmly held belief that every birthday should be celebrated. She still tries to feign indifference to the occasion, but after a long night of experimenting with different buttercream frosting recipes and a few-too-many glasses of red wine, you’d learned that since her parents’ passing, Sevika always tries to do a little something to honor each of her years. She’d finish off a bottle of her father’s favorite whiskey in her darker days, or recreate her meal from her mother’s recipe book when things felt lighter.

More than anything, her birthdays were a chance to pay homage to her parents. An acknowledgment that not everyone gets the privilege of another year; a promise that she isn’t wasting the time she’s been gifted. That she's using each and every year she gets to make them proud.

This past year- and for the first time since she was 15- Sevika wasn’t alone for her birthday.

Instead, she pulls at the chain of the neon “Open” sign in your bakery’s window, switching it off as you lay eyes on your planner one last time.

You tsk, shaking your head and grabbing a pen to jot something down on the color-coded calendar. “I have to get powdered sugar tomorrow,” you muse, “don’t let me forget.”

“10-4,” she replies, sauntering over to you with an amused grin as she watches you chew your bottom lip; something you always do when you’re focused. She leans down to mirror your position, placing her elbows on the counter and her chin in her palm.

“Oh- and it’s Doris’s birthday on Sunday! I’ll swing by and drop something off for her… she really likes cinnamon rolls…”

You’re talking to yourself. Sevika still hangs onto every word. A smile stretches across her lips, slow and lazy. Her eyes follow your mindless ministrations; the way you twirl your pen with your dominant hand, the way the other taps rhythmically on the cool granite beneath it, the way you click the pen twice every few moments-

“When is your birthday?”

The question pulls her out of the trance she'd unwittingly fallen into. “Oh… uh…” She knows she’s about to get in trouble for not having told you. She also knows that following the trouble she’s about to get into, you’ll immediately make a fuss about making sure the day is properly celebrated, that she feels properly appreciated. The thought makes her heart ache. You already make her feel that way every day. She can’t stand to ask you for more. Alas, she knows better than to rob you of the opportunity to dote. She grabs your wrist- gentle and gingerly as always- and peers down at the watch face adorning it.

“Well, I was born at 7:02 p.m., so technically, it’s in… 42 minutes?” A bashful smile breaks out on her face, her hands coming up to cover it.

“Sevika!”

Her name on your lips. She’ll take it any way she can get it, even if it means you’re scolding her because now, you don’t have time to make her favorite dessert. So, she lets you fuss, lets you sing her happy birthday and demand that she make a wish before she blows her candle out, and ends up crying over a slice of carrot cake because it’s been over 20 years since someone cared about this day as much as she does. It wasn’t long after that night that Sevika had her realization about Isha’s own birthday. She spent the next few weeks searching high and low for a certificate of Isha’s birth, or even just information on where she came from; who her parents were, where they lived, and if they might have had relatives who might know about Isha and when she was born. You never had the heart to tell her that she was setting out on a mission made nearly impossible by Zaun’s lack of record-keeping; partially because you figured Sevika could use any and all slivers of hope when and wherever she could get them, and partially because you figured that deep down, she already knew it was a lost cause.

The two of you are folding laundry on a Sunday afternoon when she finally concedes that she may be out of luck. Her shoulders are slouched in defeat, and her lips are pursed in thought as she thumbs over the silk tag on Isha’s favorite blanket. I get why she does this, she thinks. It does feel nice.

Her gaze falls down to the silk tag between her thumb and pointer finger, and suddenly, she sits up straight.

Your anticipatory gaze is already on her when she speaks.

“She turns six next week.”

Your brows knit together in confusion.

“Are the prophetic visions new? Or…” Sevika doesn’t answer; just thrusts the blanket toward you, and lo and behold, there it is. Written in black ink on the butter-yellow baby blanket’s tag:

Isha

5-15-2019

The revelation unearths a side of Sevika you’ve never seen. By the time May 15th rolls around, her apartment is covered in confetti, balloons, and stuffed animals wearing party hats; all Sevika’s doing. But, naturally, a birthday party for Isha is nothing without a batch of her favorite blueberry muffins, and you’re more than happy to deliver.

The recent memory of wiping sugared blueberries from the corners of the girl’s mouth pops into your head, and a warm smile appears on your face.

“She sure did,” you agree with Sevika, placing a hand on her shoulder as you take your seat beside her. “I’m gonna get a drink in a second; do you-” Sevika’s eyes are still trained on her cards as she slides a vodka-cranberry over to you. “You take such good care of me,” you purr, and she glances over at you with a smirk and a cocked brow that says, ‘Careful.’

You know exactly what you’re doing. You know she gets off on taking care of you.

You innocently shrug your shoulders as you wrap your lips around the two tiny straws in your drink. She chuckles, as always, because, “you know those are for stirring, not for sipping, right?”

Tonight, she makes no comment, letting you sip through your too-small straws in peace in exchange for focusing on the cards in her mech hand and the grip the other has on your thigh.

The grip that tightens a few rounds later when the table’s sore loser is replaced by a newcomer.

He’s a patron she’s yet to come across. An alpha she's yet to come across. It's unusual. Unexpected. Sevika isn’t fond of the unexpected.

She’s less fond of the way his eyes seem to be drinking you in, and the way you seem to stiffen underneath his ogling.

“Mind if I join?” he queries.

She might have already slapped this man's cocky grin off of his face if you weren’t to her right, already noticing the clench of her jaw that he doesn’t yet know is a threat.

You wrap your arm around hers, thumb rubbing circles into the taut muscle of her forearm. ‘It’s okay,’ your touch says. ‘Calm down. I’m okay.’

You read her so well that, sometimes, she thinks you might be telepathic. She relaxes under your wordless comforts so quickly that you think the same of her.

All she offers the man is a grunt and a single nod toward the empty seat in front of him. Her eyes don’t leave him for a second as he sits. She’s determined to solve this man like her morning crossword, and you nearly mistake the soft whir of her prosthetic for the sound of wheels turning in her head.

She shuffles the cards, deals two to each player at the table, lights a new cigar. She doesn’t take her eyes off of him once. She’ll kick herself when she finally does, because as soon as her icy gaze relents, he’s got questions, and they aren’t about the rules of the game.

“She yours for the night?” He asks. He cocks his head toward you, but the inquiry is for Sevika; an inquiry that earns him a deep scowl.

“She’s not a whore. Walk down the street and hang a left for that.”

“You would know, huh?”

Strike one.

The look she gives him this time around is scarier. It isn’t one of annoyance, of being mildly agitated. It’s chiding. Stony. The look she gives Jinx and Isha when the answer is no, and you’d better not ask again.

The man raises his hands in surrender, leans back in his chair with a lazy grin, and says he’s sorry, but you both know he’s happy to be making trouble.

“Just play the damn game, man,” another player bemoans. The rest of the table’s occupants are just here for whiskey and a card game, not to see Sevika beat the shit out of some random prick; and they all know the latter is exactly where this interaction is headed.

Unfortunately, it seems that said prick wants to get the shit beat out of him more than everyone else wants their whiskey and a card game.

“She’s real pretty,” he drawls, looking down at his cards.

“She’s not interested.”

Sevika notes a second strike, huffing out a laugh as dry as your words.

“Mouthy, too, huh? Back in my day, they didn’t let whores talk this much.” Three strikes, and you’re out. Sevika leans back with an eerie calmness. The rest of the table has already begun rising from their seats.

“Honey?” she purrs, pinching her cigar between two fingers and placing it on the ashtray at the center of the table, “You wanna go get us another round?” Sure, you’ll make yourself busy doing that, but that isn’t what she’s really asking you.

What she really asks is: “Can I beat his ass yet?”

Your sweet hum of confirmation says, “Yes….”

The kiss you place on her cheek before you head to the bar adds, “...And don’t go easy on him.”

You’re not even two feet away before you hear the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, his cries of protest as she grabs him by the collar of his leather jacket and drags him out to the dumpsters behind the building.

“New guys,” the bartender sighs, shaking their head as they get to work on a vodka-cran and whiskey served neat. “They never know when to stop.”

You’re already halfway through your drink when she returns, walking over to you. To the naked eye, she’s completely unassuming; you’d think she just went to take a piss. The splatter of blood on the collar of her shirt says otherwise, but it’s not like she’d let anyone but you get close enough to notice it.

The blood stain isn’t what grabs your attention, though. Instead, it’s the look in her eye, the furrow of her brow, the small frown pulling down at her dark lips.

Uncertainty.

Sevika is never uncertain after a fight.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, your voice low and urgent.

She clenches her jaw, shakes her head, exhales sharply through her nose.

“Nothing. Just tired.”

Your eyes narrow.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night. I should probably stay at my place with the girls tonight. You know, make sure they get to Doris’s alright in the morning.”

You nod, letting her get away with thinking you take her words at face value, but the entire point of having Doris watch the kids was to spend time with each other; to be together, not apart. For all intents and purposes, Doris was like a mother to you, and for all intents and purposes, you’d become something like a mother to Jinx and Isha yourself, so Doris had offered to start keeping the girls every other weekend.“Let me watch the grandbabies,” she’d warmly insisted, “You two deserve the break every once in a while.”

That was the point. That the girls would go off to Doris’s for a few days, and you and Sevika would indulge in some much-needed alone time. But now, for the first time in over a year, Sevika’s asking to sleep alone.

You let her. You know better than to push too hard when she’s closing up.

But never, in her guardedness or uncertainty, does Sevika neglect to take care of you, and when she still insists on walking you home, a weak smile breaks out on your face.

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You let Sevika sulk for two days before you show up at her doorstep with a slice of carrot cake and a stern request for an explanation.

You’re not ignorant of the drawbridge Sevika tends to raise when she feels powerless, but this is the longest you’ve ever waited for it to come back down, and you can’t help but worry that, maybe, you’ve done something wrong.

Her face falls when you admit this, and she knows it’s time to let you back in. You sit across from each other at her small kitchen table, her eyes downcast, but her hand still stretching across the unstained wood to grasp your own. You rub slow, firm circles into the back of her hand, the motion steady and reassuring. Exactly what you are to her.

“You remember that asshole at the bar the other night?” “Unfortunately,” you deadpan. “You fucked his shit up, right?” She snorts, her lip curling up into a smirk. She doesn’t need to tell you that of course she did.

Her smirk falters. There it is again; uncertainty.

“He just, uh… he said something that kind of got under my skin.”

He was already pinned up against the wall and his nose was already broken when he got these final words in:

“You fight like she belongs to you,” he'd jeered, “but I didn’t see a bite.”

To say this got under her skin was a massive understatement. It rocked her. So much so that she felt the ground underneath her feet quake, and the world she’d built around you fracture.

She realized in that moment that she holds you the way she does, so gentle and gingerly, because she’s afraid she’ll drop you and you’ll shatter. That everything you have will crumble, that she’ll realize none of this is real;

Because he was right. You don’t have her bite. You aren’t really hers.

“How so?” you ask, your voice so soft amidst the one she’d been chastising herself with for the past two days.

She rubs her temples, mulling over your question with a deep sigh.

“I don’t know… I mean, don’t you feel like we’re just playing house sometimes? I mean, don’t get me wrong, It’s not that I-” She interrupts herself with a huff, and you squeeze her calloused hand, encouraging her to continue.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to be with you; to be around you, and for you to be around the girls… but I just… I don’t know.” She does know. She’s just terrified to say it.

You give her a knowing smile.

But you don’t fill in the gaps; you don’t finish the sentence for her.

You’re going to make her say it.

And finally, she does.

“I want more.”

Your hand freezes, but your grip remains firm. Your eyes are glued to her own.

You’re still here. You’re still steady, still constant, but you need her to be sure.

“You want more?”

Her shoulders slouch as she sharply exhales, her brows knit together, and you swear you hear her whine.

“I don’t want to play pretend anymore. I want you to be mine.”

You nod, slow and knowing. A pregnant pause settles over the kitchen table until,

“Bite me, then.”

Her expression doesn’t change, but her pupils blow wide and her jaw ticks.

“If you want me to be yours, make me yours.”

Her voice is damn near an octive lower when she speaks again.

“And you know what you’re asking for?” “If I haven’t made it clear that I want a life with you, then I’m sorry for not being forward enough,” you chortle. “I want to be yours, Sevika. I want you. Now.”

She stands with a relieved chuckle. “Now?”

“Right now,” you repeat with a giggle, rising to meet her.

“Right now? Right here? And ruin my handmade kitchen table?”

She’s bending you over it anyway.

“You seem to have made up your mind already,” you challenge, pushing back against broad hips. She grabs at the flesh of your own, leaning down to place a kiss on your jaw before she mutters,

“I’ve had my mind made up since the day we met, sugar.” Her hands smooth over the swell of your ass, kneading at the juction of your thighs just below it before sliding the soft fabric of the white sundress she’d bought you up to pool around your waist.

And then, she’s kneeling before you; like you’re her altar, and she’s come to leave an offering.

She tugs your underwear down and tastes you like it’s worship.

Her hands find purchase wrapped around your legs, and her tongue works through dewy petals in slow, purposeful strokes, lapping up the nectar pooling at your core. She swirls her tongue around your clit like the cubes of ice she’d put in her vodka-cran earlier. She hates vodka-crans, but she missed you more, and when she tries hard enough, she can convince herself she’s tasting the too-sweet cocktail on your mouth instead.

But nothing makes her tispy quite like tasting you does, and she doesn’t stop until she’s drunk off of you.

You cry out, high-pitched and broken, and she pulls her mouth off of you with a pop.

She stands up, turns you around, looks down at you with lidded eyes and glossy lips tugging up into a smirk. “Why’d you stop?” You pant, brows pulling together.

“Missed your face,” and she’s so dizzy off of your pussy, she’s damn near slurring her words.

You scoff in amusement, pulling her in for a taste of your own arousal. “You’re such a lover boy,” you muse against her lips.

“I’m whatever you want me to be,” she replies.

“Is that right?”

She quirks a curious brow at the sound of your wicked purring.

“And if I want you to be inside of me?”

Darkened eyes peer down at you with a new hunger.

“What you say, goes, baby.”

She reaches down to tap the back of your thigh in a wordless command, and you wrap your legs around her waist. She buries her head in the crook of your neck, shamelessly inhaling the scent of honeysuckle and musk as she carries you to her bedroom and lays you out onto soft sheets and silk pillow cases.

“They’re so much better for your hair,” you’d excitedly explained as you shoved them into the cart.

“What you say, goes.”

She’d said it and meant it then, too.

Your hands are tugging at her belt now. You pull her in, muttering something about how much you missed her, how badly you want her.

She yanks it off in one quick, fluid motion. You make even quicker work of unbuttoning her pants, sliding them off of broad hips and long legs, and throwing them toward the pile of clothes already discarded on the floor.

When she sits back on her heels to take her shirt off, you do the same, reaching for the hem of your pretty white dress.

“Uh-uh,” she suddenly chimes, “leave that on.”

You chuckle, leaning back on your elbows as you watch her strip her last layers of clothes off.

She’s a bronze statue, sculpted by the Gods themselves, glimmering in the golden hour light spilling through her windows. Your jaw is slack, eyes heavy as you drink her in. They dart from feature to feature; the stray tendrils of thick, black hair falling around her strong jaw, the glittering scar spreading across her skin like lightning, the swell of her breasts and the cut of her waist, the dark trail of hair leading straight down to her length, hot and heavy, already weeping for you.

Your eyes snap up to meet her own, and when they do, she pounces.

Just as ready to ruin you as you are to be ruined.

You gasp into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. She only pulls away to breathe, dazed eyes drinking in your features.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty…”

She plants a kiss on your nose. “You know that?” Another on your cheek. “Such a pretty girl.” Chaste kisses trail across your jaw, teeth find the lobe of your ear, an open-mouthed kiss is pressed against your neck. “Can’t wait to watch you fall apart. So fuckin’ pretty when you fall apart.”

A broken whimper escapes you. You feel her smirk against your throat.

“Yeah?” She croons, tongue darting out to slide over your windpipe. “You want me to take you apart, baby?”

You whisper a “please,” subtle as the twitch of your hips.

It’s all the begging she’ll let you do for the rest of the night. Being loved by Sevika means wanting for nothing, and she’ll be damned if you ever have to beg for the pleasure she was put on this earth to give you.

She reaches over for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, and you’re already spreading your legs for her.

“Somebody’s eager,” She teases, stroking her erection and spreading the clear gel over its length.

“Just missed you,” you pant, all but drooling as you watch her prepare herself for you.

A pang of guilt shoots through her. She knows you don’t mean anything by it, knows you aren’t trying to make her feel bad for closing off, running away.

Still, she feels bad anyhow. Knows you didn’t deserve that. Props herself up with her free hand, lines up with the entrance of your heat, and vows to make it up to you.

She drives her hips forward, bottoming out inside of you. You both gasp, and she stills inside of you, gritting her teeth and trying her best to stay calm despite the rhythmic pulse of your walls around her cock begging her to ravage you.

She sure as hell could- and she sure as hell wants to- but just as always, she puts you first.

Your breath quickens as the sensation of being so full proves overwhelming, and her hand snakes up from your hip to splay across your chest.

“Breathe for me, sugar,” she lowly coos. “You’re okay.”

She gives you a soft smile and gentle praise when you obey, her palm warm against your skin as it trails up to cup your jaw. She leans down, body caging your own.

“You ready?” She asks, her mech hand reaching down to hook your leg up and around her waist.

The pulse of your heat around her speaks for you.

“Janna above,” she chortles, letting her head fall down to nestle into your shoulder, “I’m really trying to keep it together, here.”

You lace your fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of her neck and turn to place your lips on the shell of her ear. Then, you whisper, low and dangerous.

“I don’t want you to keep it together. Fuck me like you mean it.”

A growl against your neck, sharp canines scraping the skin, and the delicious pressure of the head of her dick against your cervix, all at once.

If this is how it starts, you can’t wait to see how it ends.

Your grip on her tresses tightens as she sets a punishing pace, snarling in your ear.

“You gonna tell me if it’s too much?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage through airy moans.

“Good. You gonna remember you asked for this when you can’t walk straight tomorrow?”

You giggle, dazed and blissed-out.

“Answer me, baby,” she warns, gripping your jaw like a vice, the metal cool against your flushed cheeks.

You bite your lip, bat your lashes, and nod with wide eyes, feigning innocence.

You’re being testy tonight. It isn’t the first time it’s happened.

Out in public, you’re the picture of patience. You never lash out, you never raise your voice, you’re never petty or passive-aggressive. Unyieldingly, frustratingly patient.

She quickly discovers why. Learns that it isn’t for your lack of a backbone, but because you’re patient enough to wait for moments like these, when all she wants is your surrender, your submission.

That’s when you bite back.

It’s not like she can blame you. She knows you're upset that she all but left you for almost three days, and knows this is your way of telling her.

And if you want your apology in the form of being fucked dumb, it’s not like she’s going to say no.

She chuckles back, grabs the back of both of your thighs, presses them to your chest, and pounds into you until you scream.

It isn’t long before you’re a mess underneath her. Legs trembling, eyes rolling back, blabbering. She watches you slip into euphoria, and quick strokes turn languid.

“Look at me, love,” she rasps, setting your calves on her shoulders; and when your eyes flutter open, you find her staring back with pure adoration.

“You okay?” She nods.

“I’m okay,” you nod back. “Love you s’much…”

And her heart nearly breaks.

She leans down, shushing you softly when you mewl at the feeling of her sinking even deeper into you.

She’s pressed right up against your womb. You can feel her twitching inside of you.

That’s when it happens. That’s when you picture her filling you up, being swollen with her seed, and then with her babies; and suddenly, you’re reaching down to rub at your own clit, fingers working frantically, hips bucking desperately.

And you’re pushing her head down into your shoulder.

“Use your words, honey,” she pants, rutting into you. “Not until you use your words.”

She doesn’t let you beg. Only makes you say it once.

“Bite me, Sevika.”

And what you say, goes.

Sharp canines sink into soft skin. Suddenly, you’re standing behind the counter, wiping flour-covered hands onto a blush-colored apron, letting her know that Isha’s safe. Then, you’re sitting on a barstool in your kitchen, sipping wine and writing down an updated recipe for your famous carrot cake, because she swore it was better with more cinnamon. Next, you’re giving her a slice of that same cake for her birthday, and then you’re doing laundry together, knocking over piles of folded clothes to make out like a couple of teenagers.

Finally, you’re curled in up in ball on your bed, surrounded by every pillow and blanket you could find, and the hand that rubs soothing circles in between your shoulders ends up pressing you down into the sheets as your velvet walls spasm around her length.

The flash of memories is so vivid, she nearly forgets that she’s seven inches and two canines deep inside of you, but the cry of her name from your lips sobers her like a splash of cold water in the face, and when she finds you just as inundated in an earth-shattering orgasm, her own is quick to follow.

She cums with her teeth still planted in your neck. Doesn’t pull away until both of you are boneless and breathless.

When she does, her eyes are glued to the mark she left. Droplets of dark red bead up on your skin in the shape of her bite. You don’t miss the way her eyes widen, the way her breath hitches, and when she brings her fingers up to her lips to feel for blood, you realize she’s afraid she’s hurt you.

“Hey, hey,” you quickly plead, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m okay, Sev. I’m not hurt. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You sure?” She exhales, eyes still locked onto the fresh wound as she lets you pull her in to lie on your chest.

“Look at me, angel,” you coo.

She tears her eyes away from the bite and cranes her head to look up at you with glassy eyes.

You’re not surprised that Sevika seems so overwhelmed; that she trembles in your arms, that her breath comes out shaky as it evens out. You’d always heard that giving a bite can be just as intense as getting one, so you went into this more than ready- more than willing- to walk Sevika through whatever that looked like for her.

You stroke her hair, trace the strong lines of her face, press your thumb into the tight muscle of her scarred shoulder.

“I’m sure,” you finally respond. “I promise.”

She finally relaxes in your hold. Settles in like the foundations of a home well-loved.

You fall asleep first. She’s careful as she stands to make her way to the bathroom, where she dampens a rag and grabs a first-aid kit. Her heart feels so big she’s afraid it’ll burst as she gently wipes away at the mess between your thighs and disinfects the bite on your neck.

She lies back down next to you, drapes an arm around your waist, and for the first time since she started taking them, she wearily eyes the bottle of suppressants on her nightstand.

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The discovery of Isha’s 6th birthday meant the realization that it was time to send her to school. Sevika knows it’s a necessity, an important milestone, an inevitable part of life when you choose to raise a child.

That doesn’t make it any less difficult; doesn't change that tears prick her eyes as she walks out of Piltover Elementary, having just dropped the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed girl off for her first day of first grade.

“Don’t cry, mama,” you smile, squeezing her hand as she turns once more to look up at the opulent school building. It hadn’t been easy, deciding to enroll Isha in a school Topside, and Sevika would be lying if she said her ego hadn’t been a bit wounded for it. Still, she’d be damned if Isha didn’t have access to the best education there was in the safest place there was, and right now, that was Piltover Elementary.

You promised her it’d be just fine, that she’d be right across the street all day at the Council’s headquarters, and she promised herself to use all of that time fighting for better education in Zaun.

She knows it’s the right choice. Knows Isha will do great. But no one prepared her for how hard it’d be to have a piece of your heart walking around outside of your body.

She didn’t think she’d ever have that; didn’t even think she wanted it, but now, she’s watching a line of Pre-K students with bookbags too big for their tiny bodies trail up to the front doors of the school, and a smile is tugging at her lips.

You read her mind. Nudge her arm. When she looks over at you, you wear a knowing smile of your own.

“What?” She mutters, looking away bashfully.

“You want more babies, don’t you?”

She’s getting ready to scoff and brush off such a ridiculous assumption, but then, one of the kids figures out how to blow a raspberry, and a chorus of high-pitched giggles rings out.

She sighs in defeat.

“I want more babies.”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

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littlelovelunette · 4 months ago

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Hiiii! im not sure if youve made something like this but could you write like sevika x reader having rough possessive sex in front of someone? like a stalker-ex of reader or some guy thats been eyeing reader too much during one of sevikas gambling games. I really love your writing btw!! and sorry if it doesn’t make sense

Duality & Gunpowder

Dark!Sevika x Fem!Reader

Sex, dark!Sevika, exhibitionism, restraints, Sevika having duality, praise kink, murder, gun, stalking mentioned, threats

Sevika had you bent over the table, wrists tied together as she squeezed your ass, "We have a viewer today, darling," she said, her voice low and soft.

You were clothed, and so was Sevika, yet she had on the strap harness. You had no panties on underneath her skirt through, so Sevika could access you easily. You nodded, slowly looking up to see your ex tied to a chair, with his mouth duct taped shut. He struggled against the ropes but it was useless.

Sevika chuckled, shaking her head, "Eyes over here, pretty boy," she taunted, her gun pointed towards his head as her strap's head teased your wet cunt from under your skirt.

"Wasn't the best idea stalking your ex, now, was it?" Sevika laughed, a low rumbled from her chest before she pistoned her hips forwards and the toy disappeared in your pussy with a squelching sound that made you blush.

"O-oh, Sev..."

"It's okay, angel, shush, I've got you," Sevika whispered in your ear, her other hand gently rubbing your back, thumb tracing patterns on your clothed behind while her hips continued their motions.

Her pace wasn't too fast or too slow, deep and calculated was the phrase for it. Sevika's eyes were fixed on your struggling ex-boyfriend who mumbled something incomprehensible in the gag but none of the both of you cared enough to really listen. Sevika slammed the strap inside suddenly causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise and tighten around the silicone. Sevika was never rough with you, she adored you. You were her light, her angel, her little flower, her everything.

Every good thing she had in life had to be correlated to you. Or it simply wasn't good enough. The tough life in Zaun hardened Sevika enough to know she needed to cherish someone like you in her life because it wasn't easy to come by love so pure. She needed to protect you even if that meant putting a bullet through your ex's skull.

"You're so tense, my love," Sevika gave your lower back a firm rub, "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, please, keep going," you said, eyes closing and head tilting back.

Small moans and gasps left your lips as your back arched feeling the big strap shoving all the way inside and then back out. The thrusts were deeper than before, your hands quickly scrambling to grab the edges of the table so you could anchor yourself properly, you were almost melting in her arms.

"Eyes here, boy," Sevika barked at your ex who was trying to look away, unable to bear the sight in front of him, "You either look this way or I make you look this way."

You let out a loud moan as if punctuating her words, and showcasing just how much Sevika was capable of doing. Sevika smirked, voice softening once she spoke to you like it always did.

"Yeah? Enjoying, my angel?"

Sevika took a deep breath before fastening her pace, causing the table to rattle on its legs. You doubted it could hold the both of you up for too long, so you tried to push back only resulting the toy to sink further inside you.

"Your cunt is so pretty," Sevika whispered in your ear as she continued thrusting, her gun hand still fixed at its form, pointing towards your ex.

"S-Sevika, I'm close," you whimpered and Sevika smirked, starting to thrust harder than before making your moans louder.

You whined and gripped onto the table for support, crying out as you felt her ram into you from behind. You were on the verge of tears due to the overwhelming pleasure but Sevika's thrusts knew no end. Your mouth was open, gasps issuing and moans escaping. With one final thrust, you came and Sevika held herself inside for a bit. The loud gunshot went off, your eyes widening in shock as you whipped your head around to take a look. Sevika's expression was as hardened as ever, gazing at your ex-boyfriend's now dead body in the chair. He was slumped in the chair, eyes wide and empty, drool running down the gag as if he'd been trying to silently plead for his life through the gag but of course, none of the both of you really cared to listen.

You looked at Sevika, feeling uneasy about the corpse in the room, "Sevika..." Your voice was a faint mewl.

Sevika nodded, "I know, baby, I know."

The strap pulled out of your pussy with a wet pop making you whine at the sudden emptiness of your hole. Sevika didn't waste any time and picked you up bridal style. She walked up the stairs of the basement, face still as unfeeling as ever when it came to the ruthless murder of your ex. But for you? Sevika was all soft and sweet for you. Her top priority now was to run you a bubble bath and tuck you in bed before she went to dispose of your ex.

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skyeistrying · 7 months ago

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🖤Sevika HCs🖤

just random sevika hcs. broken up into categories for general, romantic, and nsfw headcanons respectively.

i didn’t try very hard while writing this, so my writing is probably subpar here but…yolo.

im in love with sevika so i add to this like every day …

men dni. minors dni. men dni. minors dni.

safe for enby lesbians. ♥️

general

* raging butch lesbian 🧡🤍🩷.

* her place is messy but in an organized chaos sort of way.

* she smells like cigar smoke (in a good way), leather, peppery mahogany, and a hint of something sweet.

* collects bottle caps. i can’t explain it, i just have a feeling she would!!

* extremely interested in Zaun’s history. she wont go into a full rant about it but she’ll drop interesting facts about it occasionally.

* has very, very cool, gay aunt vibes!!!

* cat person. just imagine her carrying a sweet little kitty with a sweet little smile on her face.

* actually an excellent cook.

* snores… hacks in the morning like a dad.

* before she lost her dominant arm, her hand writing was neat, very bold, and she wrote exclusively in all caps. she’s relearning her penmanship now.

* very heavy handed.

* completely quit smoking after she got a spot in piltover’s council and hardly drinks anymore.

* her carabiner is on the left side. she keeps the basics on it, so just her keys and one or two old key chains she has.

* in a modern au she would be into classic cars and the process of restoring them. her dream car is a 1970 mustang boss.

* on the topic of vehicles i can see her as a biker too. like, imagine seeing her taking off that helmet … swoon! imagine being her backpack … SWOON AGAIN!!!

romantic

* i feel like she doesn’t do romance very often, if at all. so you are one lucky ducky!

* it’s a lot for her to get used to so things develop slowly. patience is key here. she isn’t used to having someone really care about her, let alone love her.

* she’s pretty standoffish and awkward in the beginning. some might say stilted. she never really saw herself having a partner.

* just be patient with her and let her come to you.

* loves hugging you from behind

* if you’re with her at the last drop, she has her arm around you constantly. if it’s not that, she’s having you sit on her lap.

* she isn’t the jealous type at all. she knows that if you’re with her, if she choses you, she has nothing to worry about. if your loyalty to her falters, you’ve got a big storm coming.

* while she isn’t jealous, oh, boy, is she possessive. very big difference between those two. she’s also fiercly protective.

* got a creep flirting with you at the bar? she lets it be known that you are taken very quickly. is at your side in a second flat, arm wrapping around you all while staring daggers at the perpetrator.

* this woman is a capital F Flirt. will talk you up one side and down the other like it’s nothing. if you’re just someone she happens to lock eyes with at the bar, you guys could go back and forth with flirting and banter.

* BUT if you and sev have been together for a bit flirting can get her flustered from time to time. you know *just* what to say to her to make her short circuit a little bit. no one can get under her skin the way you can. /pos

* calls you baby. if you’re a femme, she calls you her femme. also fond of calling you “pretty baby”.

* surprisingly soft lips.

* kissing her feels like a dream. slow and sweet and sensual. complete with a warm hand on the side of your face or settled on your hip.

* sevika prefers a partner who can take care of themselves. after all, she’s a busy woman and she can’t always come to your rescue.

* her giving love language is acts is service. need something fixed? in classic butch fashion, she’s absolutely got you covered. do you drink coffee or tea in the morning? she’s got a cup ready for you in the morning, *just* the way you like it. she’ll do anything for you when she’s got the time.

* her receiving love language? words of affirmation. she likes to know that you think she’s *good*. that she’s doing a good job and that you see that.

* loves having her hair played with and her scalp massaged. if you have long nails it’s like a dream for her.

* would be so fucking whipped for you. you’re on her mind all the time. smiles when little things make her think of you. memorizes every little detail about you every chance she gets.

* actions over words. don’t expect crazy love letters or monologues about how much you mean to her. she shows how much she loves and cares for you almost entirely through actions.

* most likely wakes up before you and sits there for a little bit just to memorize every tiny little feature about your face. she never wants to forget what you look like.

* she doesn’t have a type. like, at all.

nsfw

* stone top. there. i said it. no questions. no ifs, ands, or buts.

* nipple piercings 🙈.

* oh, she is eating that thang. this woman is a munch. she would know just how to lick or suck you to make you come before you know it. it’s a very personalized experience.

* she learns you inside and out. knows every. little. thing that makes you tick.

* vocal. like, as in, she talks. she’s dirty about it too. all “oh, yeah? you like that baby?”, “be good for me, i know you can take it”, “mmm, taste so fuckin’ good for me” or “i know what’s good for you, now fucking take it”. she talks you through it every time.

* kisses it after she eats it. :)

* weewooweewoo WE GOT A MAN HANDLER OVER HERE!!!! she will move you every which way, any way she needs you to be. if you’re flexible, she absolutely has fun with that.

* has a collection of straps. different strokes for different folks, am i right?

* will sex you with sensual r&b playing in the background.

* touching on one of her receiving love languages being words of affirmation …

* she loves to be praised.

* it’s something she would never explicitly ask you to do. it’s a subtle thing.

* it’s in the way she short circuits when you tell her how good she’s doing, how good she makes you feel. you can tell she likes that, knowing that she is good for you, in the way her hands tremble or her hips stutter or, if she’s going down on you, the way her eyes go soft.

* she will fuck you senseless and then be so, so sweet on you after. makes sure you’re taken care of, that there’s something for you to drink, has towels ready for you incase you don’t feel like showering for a while after you finish. seriously, it’s like two different people.

okay thats it. i am obsessed with this woman and just wanted to share some headcanons i had for her while i finish up a fic i’m trying to write🎠.

cant believe my first writing here was some random hcs but whatever!!!

requests currently open for multiple fandoms, including arcane :).

dividers by cafekitsune

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ghostscarface · 1 month ago

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Harry Potter and the Muggle Therapist

Therapy, but Make it Mutual:

"Snape Survives AU"

featuring Harry forcing Severus Snape to go to therapy with him because they both went through so much but Severus is still being Severus

Harry: "You owe it to yourself."

Snape: "I owe myself silence,Potter. And perhaps a fatal dose of Wolfsbane."

Harry: "Look, I’m paying. You just have to sit there and listen, you don't even have to talk."

Snape: "This is not about money matters ,you foolish boy. You're telling me I survived Nagini for this?"

Harry successfully forced Sev (pleading with his big green eyes) to group therapy

Therapist: "Let’s start by identifying common ground."

Harry: "We both almost died like ten times."

Snape: "And yet here we sit. Cursed with resilience and damned to exist."

Harry: "Also we both had terrible childhoods and authority issues."

Snape: (grits teeth) "Don’t you dare relate to me."

Therapist: (started writing notes over notes since Snape entered the room)

#yes its very much an au #im not sure if I remotely matched Severus i like him but hes kinda difficult to me #it is very severitus coded #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter au #harry potter and the muggle therapist #severitus #severus snape #harry potter #harry and snape #harry potter shitpost #pro severus snape #harry potter needs therapy #Severus Snape needs therapy

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moodient · 22 days ago

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sev week// day two: smut

tags: smut, public smex, cunnlingus, kissing, fingering, hold the moan, degrading, edging (don't worry you cum!), almost caught?, quickie, tw: men (flirting with reader)

synopsis: you and sevika enjoy a day on the beach together, loving on another and enjoy the ocean's breeze.. there's nothing that could ruin this perfect day.. right?

Sandy Cheeks

"come on sevika!! you're too slow!" you said giggling, running towards the shore. the sea was as blue as the sky and was beautiful decorated with clouds and birds that were passing by.

sevika gives you a small grin and picks up her pace only by a little bit. the wagon moves smoothly behind her, packaged sandwiches, sliced fruit and waters were all put in the wagon with some other small things. beach umbrellas, big towels, sunscreen, even sand molds.

this was around the type of year where sevika gets most breaks from work, especially because it's so demanding but it's good pay and so many benefits, it seemed unbelievable but legit.

you covered your face with a hand to get a better view and you found it.. the perfect spot. where you can be close to the water but way from people. rocks covered the area, giving it perfect shade.

you ran to the spot, fighting the hot sand and sharp but colorful shells under your feet.. it hurt but you were too excited to have a day with sevika where you don't have to worry about nothing.

the day consist of light but nice conversation, enjoy food with one another, whether that's sevika feeding you grapes or you're feeding her a whole sandwich. sevika even fought off a seagull that was constantly pestering the both of you.. she even grabbed it and choked it until it ran off. you never see the woman so upset in her life, but the entire interaction made you laugh so hard.

sevika kissed your cheek and told she's running off to the bathroom. you nodded and relaxed in the shaded area, letting the ocean's waves and the seagull's frantic but soothing calls calm you... until you hear someone clearing their throat.

not one.. not two but three men stand in front of you, smirking at your gorgeous and almost naked figure, admiring it in all of its beauty.

"woah, who are you beautiful?" one man asks, kneeling down to reach your lower body.

"yeah, she's totally banging.. can we get your number?" another man asks.

"we don't bite.. unless you want us to?~" the last one teased.

"no thanks i'm not interested. my wife is waiting for me." you reply, trying to keep the conversation short and sweet.

"c'mon baby.. just give us a chance, i'm sure we can make you.. really comfortable~" one of them. by the minute, you've grown irritated by their remarks and got up, arms looking down on them.

"all three of you are absolutely fucking disgusting, i'm not interested in ANY of you." you said, disgusted and repulsed. before you could even think, one of them grab you and you yanked your hand back, slapping the one that grabbed you with the back of your hand.

"this fucking bitch." both of the men looked at each other and nodded, charging towards you. your body flinched and eyes closed shut. you thought you were going to feel pain but instead you felt arms around you and wincing.

both of the mens' arms were constricted by sevika's one hand, grabbing tightly and slightly twisting it. their faces twisted with pain, trying to free themselves but her grip was stronger, tighter, and way more dangerous than these men think they are.

"do we have a problem, i think she said she wasn't.." she says sweetly, tightening the grip even more.

"interested." she said, her voice being bitter but letting them go. the men cowardly moved back, scurrying away.

"now go." the boys nodded and ran off, terrified by the woman who only used words and one hand to put them in their place. you of course, were happy that your charming and amazing wife protected and defended you, but you wished that they would just accept no the first time. sevika places you on her lap and kisses your cheek.

"you okay, baby?" she asked you, making you face her. you nod but she knows that you're just trying to stay positive, and she has just the way to make you feel better..

"you know, i think you look so sexy especially when you slapped him.. mm~ almost got a hard on, baby.." she teases, kissing your neck. you whimper softly, pushing her face away softly.

"mm~ n-not in public, vika." you said, blushing softly. you looked into her eyes, feeling shy but you wanted everything she was going to give you.

"you see that giant rock there? near the boundary, come on..~"

"you know you wanna~"

oh, yes the hell you do. your lips instantly crash into hers, feeling her chapped but soft lips. she kisses back, wrapping your arms around her neck and hers around your waist. your body warming up and eyes turning glossy from lust that you couldn't control. her soft and thick tongue wrapping around yours, taking dominance swiftly.

"such a good girl, just let me take care of you, mm?~" you didn't initially want to but how could you deny her especially since she's looking at you like that. you nodded and she lifts you up, carries you to the rock that covers the both of you. without a second doubt, she lays you down and lifts your bikini bottom down, and the sight was heavenly, you're already soaked through, face flushed, and chest risen.

she licks your sensitive bud, swirling and softly passing her tongue back and forth against it, you try your hardest to cover your moans, but you couldn't help it, letting out a few moans but they're not too loud. your lip quivers as she passionately eats you out, lapping your juices and sucking your clit.

"s-sevika, it's too good.. i can't hold my moans." you moan out, whimpering as she laughs a little before going back to eating your pussy. she lifts up two fingers, putting it close to your mouth. you opened it with saliva strands lacing your mouth, and she gently lays her fingers on your tongue. you already knew what this meant, your tongue wrapped around her thick and long fingers. you absolutely loved how good her fingers tastes; they're sweet, but also salty.

after a while, from sucking on her fingers, she pulls them out and gently massages your front. slow and gently, just the way you like but you hear someone coming by.. a couple?

"can i help you?" sevika says, half of her body covered by the rock but she's still massaging you and worse, she stuck a finger in. you yelp out but quickly covered your mouth. her finger thrusting, in and out of you like she's not having a full conversation while you're being fucked by her finger..

you tap her hand and gestured a 'send them away' and she grins, but nodding that she got it.

"i'm sorry but actually do you mind? this the only day i have off work and i'd love to enjoy the waves and the sun while i still have it." sevika explained, and the couple immediately apologized and walked off, you listening to their footsteps and the sound of the sand being crushed fade.

"aww, my poor baby can't keep her moans together.. i think you deserve.. a punishment." sevika teased, watching your pretty cunt throb like a heart on pure adrenaline for her and she kisses it.

still fingering you, she adds another finger and your tension starts to build, her fingers quickening and she lays on her tongue on your clit, sucking hard on it and licking.

your body is shaking from the amount of overstimulus but you want more, needed it even and you can't take it anymore.. you feel that pressure building up more.. and more..

"s-sev.. i'm so fucking close.. please let me cum, i'll be a good girl, just please." your begging always sends sevika into an animalistic drive, her movements quicken and her suction harder, tighter but she's passionate. you know it's filled with nothing but absolute love and her devotion to you.

"mm, cum pretty girl.. let the world know who treats you so well.." sevika moaned out, curling her fingers and you burst.. your moaning mainly whimpering and soft gasps, sevika kissed your lips, giggling at the state you're in..

"you're such a good girl, now let me clean you up." she says lifting you up, but she held you for a second. looking at your figure and she couldn't help but laugh, you were absolutely confused until you turned to her looking at your ass.

"mm, sandy cheeks is gonna be y'r new nickname, baby."

"oh god, no."

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #sevika my love #sevika smut #moodie 💫

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just1cefor4ll · 7 months ago

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How do I use this again?

Severus Snape x wife!reader Summary: You teach Severus how to use social media and become his little ‘manager’ :3 A/N: sorry if this wasn’t what you had in mind anon, i hope you like it tho!

s.snape

posts followers following

2 107 4

Severus Snape

Account ran by @.y/n.s my lovely wife

followed by minnie.mcgonagall, .y/n.s and 20 others

s.snape

🐈‍⬛🍂 @.y/n.s

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harryypotterz and 4 others commented

harryypotterz: how did such a cold hearted person end up with someone like proffesor L/N?

╰➤ .y/n.s replied: he’s truly just a big softie behind closed doors ❤️

╰➤ rweasleyy replied: won’t believe it until I see it

╰➤ f.seamus: no face no case

You giggled at the comments of the post, your head laying on Severus’ chest while he read some book about potions you got him not long ago as a gift. He raised a brow and put the book down, looking down at your phone to see you’ve made what you called a “post” on instagram. Severus was new to this whole social media thing, never really having the need to have such modern things he deemed useless but once you came into his life it was like everything shifted and you introduced him to such media.

“May I ask what’s so funny, love?” He asks in a suspicious tone which made you giggle even more, handing him the phone. He read the comments, looking baffled yet confused at some of the things written under the photos he had taken that day on your outing. He specifically asked for those photos when you suggested to post them and his heart warmed at the sight of you all dolled up and pretty; not that you weren’t pretty when you had a lazy day of course you were! He quite literally adored you and couldn’t keep his eyes off you even if you were covered in gilly weed! That pretty much sums up what kind of a person Severus is; a loving, caring, thoughtful partner. Even if it was hard for him to express what he was feeling at times you were always by his side no matter what, and that’s what you plan on doing until the day you perish.

“What does he mean by ‘no face no case’” He asks and you try your best to contain your laughter. “It pretty much means the same thing what Ron said. Unless he sees you actually being a big softie, he won’t believe it.” You give him a sheepish smile, pointing at what you said and the other replies as you explain. He furrows his brows at your comment, yet his heart skipped a beat at the loving title. “Big softie, hm?” You nod, giggling for the rest of the night while Severus only pondered on why such a thing made you a laughing mess.

.y/n.s

my darling boy ❤️ @.s.snape

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cchang: what a lovely couple you are professor!

╰➤ .y/n.s replied: ❤️❤️

granger.h: love the jacket proffesor :)

╰➤ .y/n.s replied: thank you miss granger<3

s.snape: I love you ❤️

╰➤ rweasleyy replied: simp

╰➤ .y/n.s replied: weasley don’t test my patience :3 i love you too sev ❤️

You were just about done with getting ready for the Yule Ball that you and every student in Hogwarts has been looking forward to ever since the start of the school year. You’ve never been more excited to dress up, trying to look your best that one night but your dress just wasn’t zipping up. It’s not like it didnt fit, it definitely did but it was stuck for some reason and your arms were killing you.

As if on queue Severus stepped into the room in a suit with your heels in hand. “I suppose you need help with that?” He asks teasingly, moving his hand to the zipper while the other hand rested on your waist. He carefully zipped the dress up and kissed your temple with a quiet ‘smooch’ handing you the shoes so you could pull everything together finally. He sat down on the love seat you had in your shared chambers, being sure if anyone was to walk in that they’d see hearts in his pupils. That night you had the most fun with the students, dancing along to bands you grew up with and of course full filing your duty as a professor which meant keeping an eye on your students to make sure they don’t do anything funny.

By the end of the night most of the students were either sleeping on the chairs, out in the hallways or already in the quiet comfort of their dormitories where you couldn’t wait to go and rest your aching feet. When you fell asleep in your and Severus’ shared bed, Severus took out his phone and opened instagram. ‘How does she do this again?’ He thought to himself and furrowed his brows in deep thought. He later figured it out and once he finished his ‘mischief’ he lied down, holding you in his arms as if you were the rarest being in the world; which to him you were.

s.snape

And, darling, when the morning comes and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you 🤍 @.y/n.s

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albusdumbledore: it’s so nice to see young love during these challenging times 🙂

╰➤ draco.malf0yy replied: not so sure about young lmfaoo

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

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fafodill · 18 days ago

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Have you got any favorite fluffy headcannons for Sev? There's been a whole lot of smutty and romantic asks all around, don't get me wrong the content is absolutely amazing but I've been in such a fluff mood reacently. I just wanna give my boi some hugs and head pats and hear all about him being happy :3

Have some fluffy (mostly) post-war headcanons for Snape and his s/o dear~

He gets weak when he sees that his s/o picked up on some of his habits (like the first time he slept at their place, they had his favorite jam on the breakfast table)(and they also told him he could also leave if he wasn't comfortable in staying longer and he felt very seen)(he stayed).

He loves being the big spoon, it feels so nice to be allowed to press someone against him like this. It warms something deep in his chest.

Being the little spoon makes him very emotional. It brings out his inner child. Fortunately, his face is hidden.

One time his s/o forced him to put his head on their lap and they started scratching his scalp. It was the first time someone did that to him and he totally fell asleep and had no recollection of it.

When he's with someone, he's extremely proud of them. He certainly wants to flaunt them at his arm to everyone.

His favorite places to be kissed are on the cheekbone, fingers and wrist.

When his s/o is away, he will sleep on their pillow pick up their scent.

He always struggles to care for himself so his s/o often silently coaxes him into some relaxing activities. Sometimes they'll run a bath with essential oils for him and just tell him to go soak for an hour while they fix dinner.

He also learned to accept shoulder massages (his back is a wall of old bricks). Well, the comfort of physical touch in general, really. He leans into it now, accepts it more easily, melts in it.

When he wakes up in a cold sweat because of the nightmares, they take him into their arms and remind him he's safe now. That nothing will ever make it come back. That it's over. And he believes them.

#that soothed me honestly #we need more fluff #hope this was what you were looking for #granted you didn't exactly ask for a s/o but I was inspired and it felt kinda right #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape fandom #snape community #snapedom #severus snape fandom #fluff #headcanons #headcanon

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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A Messy Arrangement

@fiannee @94biscuits omg guys, I am so sorry I took so long writing another Gojo fic, but this one is finally finished! (More in the works).

Synopsis: Fuck boy Gojo is your roommate and you can't tell what's more frustrating: that he can't keep it in his goddamn pants or that you aren't the one in his pants. Word Count Estimate: 6300 Tags: Mutual Pining, Blow job, Oral sex, P in V, Friends/Enemies/Whatever The Fuck They Are to Lovers Warning: NSFW

“Would you keep your mouth shut next time ya fuck? You sound like a dying seal.”

It was 9am, the coffee was out, the toaster was fried to shit, you had no caffeine, no toast, and you were feeling particularly murderous this morning because you’d been yanked from sleep to listen to Satoru nearly break his creaky ass bed for the last THREE hours, moaning and groaning like he was a haunted treehouse.

You were seriously considering other living options at the moment.

Satoru grinned as he joined you at the kitchen counter, turning on the tap to collect himself a cup of water after his highly strenuous activities had come to their conclusion. “You’re just jealous, admit it.”

“Jealous? Of her? I’m surprised her eardrums didn’t shatter after she got a personal serenade of nails on a chalkboard.” You shot back.

He smirked. “Not of her. Of me.”

You raised an unamused brow at him. You shouldn’t be humoring him so early in the morning, but at least if he said some more bullshit then you had a decent reason to kill him. “And why would I be jealous of you?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe cuz I came like twenty times.”

You snorted. “It’s not that hard to make you come; I’m sure a bare ankle would do.”

He raised his chin to you snootily. “It takes skill to make a man come- something you would know nothing about.”

You crossed your arms. “You think I wouldn’t have you coming down my throat the second my tongue hit your tip?”

He huffed. “That’s not all it takes, you know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. I just pretend I’m gagging on your ‘huge’ dick, cough up a fake moan, add a little suction, and you’re putty in my hands. Or should I say, in my mouth?” His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh you talk a big game, but I bet you can’t back it up.”

You let out a short laugh before cracking your neck. “Alright. Drop your pants then, pretty boy.”

Satoru blinked. “What?”

“I said, drop your fucking pants. Underwear too.”

He eyed you warily, wondering if you were serious or if this was a joke. When he saw the look in your eyes, he slowly slid them down.

“C’mon grandma, we haven’t got all day.” You impatiently yanked his underwear off and began to stroke his cock. You pumped it in and out of your fist in rough, vigorous spurts.

He choked on his spit and gripped the kitchen counter for support.

You’d barely had it in your palm for very long before you wrapped your plush lips around his cock, tongue flicking over his swollen tip incessantly.

He bit his lip as his precum started trickling out of him, smearing itself all over your lips. When he finally got used to the rhythm of you fucking his cock with your mouth, you changed it up on him. You slammed your head forward and he hit the back of your throat in one violent motion.

“Shiiiiiiiiiit!” He hissed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He clenched his thighs around your neck, attempting to stop the flood that was coming, but it was to no avail.

He came down your throat right as last night’s fling walked into the kitchen.

“How could you, Gojo?!” She yanked off the shirt she’d borrowed from him and whipped it at his face before rushing off to collect her things from his room.

You smirked as you pulled away, licking your lips clean. “Aw, trouble in paradise.”

He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you be at least a little sympathetic for me? Now I have to go after her.”

“I’m not sympathetic in the slightest.” You gave him a mocking pat on the shoulder. “Have fun, lover boy.”

He glared at you before hiking his pants back up and taking off.

For several hours, you had peace and quiet. It was almost like having your own apartment. You got your work done, finished your chores, and just overall enjoyed your day. You had been snacking on popcorn, just watching a movie on the couch when he finally burst through the doors again, ruining your perfect day. He was making out so heavily with a girl (a completely different girl than the one he’d chased after this morning), and devouring her so completely that you could barely see her face to tell that she was a different girl at all. Of course he always had to make an entrance. He drove you absolutely insane.

You cleared your throat loudly.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “Yumiko, meet my roommate.”

She gave a polite nod.

You looked her up and down. “Toru, you’re not going to want this one.”

Her eyes narrowed at your words.

He didn’t notice. He waved you away. “You don’t know what you’re talking about; we’re gonna have such a good time, aren’t we, baby?” He slung his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Later, roomie!” He shot you a peace sign before disappearing into his room with her.

You face-palmed. He’d be back out here soon. That girl was 50 shades of crazy and you could smell it on her. As much game as Satoru had, sometimes he acted like such a virgin. He wasn’t going to be able to handle her.

Unlike last night’s three hours, he was back out in five minutes.

You raised your head.

“Help me.” He mouthed.

You crossed your arms, amused, as you shook your head “No” at him. This was his mess; he could clean it up himself.

“Oh, Gojooooo!” She called to him, her voice getting louder as she made her way over to the living room.

“Please, I’m begging you.” He whispered.

You sighed, feeling somewhat bad for him. “Fine. Kiss me.”

His eyes widened with horror. “No, god no, she’ll kill me!” He hissed.

“Toru. Do you trust me?”

He sighed. “Fine, fine. Just get me out of this.”

He followed your instruction, quickly seating himself on the couch. You straddled him and pinned both of his wrists against the back of the couch. He knew you had to make it look like you’d taken advantage of him (rather than him running to you for protection), but he still couldn’t help the way his throat went dry when he felt you settle yourself on top of him, clothed core parking itself on top of his swollen erection (god, was it growing even more now??). Then you started to make out with him hungrily and he lost himself in you. His lips chased after yours, as though desperate for a taste of you. You couldn’t remember the last time a man kissed you so passionately. If he didn’t drive you batshit crazy and if you weren’t literally in the middle of doing him a favor, you might’ve actually enjoyed kissing him.

“What the HELL is going on?” A voice suddenly demanded from beside you. Oh yeah. She was crazy all right. You could hear the fight in her voice.

You continued to make out with him, pretending not to notice that she was there. When she repeated herself, this time louder, you only bothered to open one eye to peek over at her, making sure she knew you had better things to be doing than to pay attention to her. “Can I help you with something?” You murmured innocently as you tilted his chin up and licked a rough stripe up his neck. He shivered.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing with my man?” Her tone was low and seething.

“Oh honey. Does this look like your man to you?” You took his lower lip between your teeth, biting down so hard that he whined. Then you lapped the blood from his mouth, licking both his lips and yours, as she watched bitterly.

“We were in the middle of something.” She said through clenched teeth.

“And we’re in the middle of something now, bitch.” You spat back before grinding down on his cock. He let out a strangled groan.

She moved to pull you back by the hair but you caught her wrist.

“Did I say you could fucking interrupt?” You turned to glare hellfire at her.

She yanked her arm back, rubbing her wrist where your nails had broken skin. “You’re a fucking psycho.” She hissed.

“And you’re not welcome here. Get your shit and go. If I ever see you touching what’s mine ever again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.” You snarled.

She stared you down for a moment, then her gaze flitted over to him, trying to gauge if he was worth the fight. She decided against it, raising her hands in surrender as she backed up. In a few minutes, she’d grabbed her things and disappeared out the door.

Satoru exhaled a sigh of relief and leaned against your shoulder. “Damn, she was insane.” Then he sat up straight. “Wait, you knew she was insane, didn’t you? That’s why you said I wouldn’t like her. How could you tell?”

You shrugged, pulling yourself off of him (he tried not to whine as you withdrew). “Crazy recognizes crazy.”

He let out a whistle. “Shit, remind me not to mess with you.”

You let out a laugh as you plopped back down beside him. “Popcorn?” You offered him your bowl, pressing play on your movie once again.

He blinked at you. “You can’t be serious.”

“What?” You asked, popping a kernel into your mouth.

He gestured to the tent in his pants. “Still horny here.”

“And? You have a hand.”

He gave you an unamused look. “Oh, come on. Half of this is your fault. Help a guy out. You know…” He swallowed. “Like…like earlier.” You paused the movie and turned to examine him, amused. “Are you begging me to suck your dick, Toru?”

He gave a sheepish laugh. “Not begging…just…wondering?”

“What’ll you do if I agree?”

“What do you mean, what’ll I do? You can’t just get a guy off out of the goodness of your heart?”

You raised a brow.

“Yeah, okay, fine. I’ll do dishes for the next week.”

“Two weeks.”

“Fine, fine, two weeks.”

You dropped to your knees and slid down his pants. He’d already made a proper mess of himself, precum oozing out of him, after you’d done a number on him earlier. You smirked at the sight. “Aww, I dry hump you once and you get all worked up for me. How cute.”

His cheeks darkened. “Shut up and suck me off.”

“Ask nicely, Toru.”

He bit his lip. “Please… god, I need you to suck me off.”

“Good boy.”

He imagined you’d deep throat him again so he sucked in a breath, bracing himself. He never could’ve imagined you’d take the time to tease him, coaxing out every last drop of precum he had to offer with every slow, agonizing drag of your tongue. You traced the rim of his tip, applying pressure when he least expected it, and denying pressure when he most wanted it. Then you began to trail your tongue down his rigid length, acquainting yourself intimately with every bulging vein, until he was twitching and moaning beneath you. He thought he might die if you kept going with this torturous pace. He needed to fuck your throat and he needed it now.

As if sensing his desire, you looked up to meet his lustful gaze as you licked a slow stripe up his cock before latching around his plush tip and starting to suck. He was barely an inch into your mouth and already he wanted to come from the way you were looking at him. He was so hooked on the feeling of your saliva coating his cock like a balm to his aching need, so entranced by the way you commanded his gaze as you swallowed him down that, in the heat of the moment, if asked, he could swear he might be in love with you. You choked back a couple more inches until he was properly buried in your clenching throat and it wasn’t long after that he was soaking your walls with his milky cum.

Like you were simply clocking out of work, you pulled away from him once he’d finished squirming in your mouth, and pressed play on your movie again.

Unbelievable. Here he was, still blinking away stars and gasping for breath and you were munching on popcorn like you hadn’t just swallowed down his seed only seconds before. But he guessed that was the most intimacy he could hope for and, for now, it was enough.

He made the decision to join you in your movie-watching endeavors. “So, what’re we watching?” He cozied up beside you and scooped up a handful of popcorn.

“Horror.”

He froze. You wanted to watch a horror movie. Right before bed. Bold choice. Then he shrugged. “Can’t be half as bad as that psycho chick.”

As the two of you watched your movie together, for a moment, you actually didn’t seem to mind him. It was times like these that he wasn’t half bad. When he wasn’t banging every living creature, he was actually half decent. He’d noticed the goosebumps on your arms and yanked a blanket off the arm rest to pass to you. You gratefully accepted. When you realized he was cold too, you scooted closer to share the blanket. He was surprised but he allowed it.

“You know what would make this even better?” He held up the popcorn bowl.

“More butter?” “More butter.” You said in unison.

You both burst into laughter.

“I’ll grab some more,” He took off for the kitchen before you could even ask.

You smiled and then caught yourself. What the fuck were you doing? Cozying up to him, finishing his sentences, sharing food with him? Did you…like him? Your nose crinkled at the thought. He was immature, reckless, unbelievably horny. Not your type. No, you were simply being a good roommate and that was all. But since when were you good roommates? You were always at each other’s throats. After a moment’s ponderance, you realized that it wasn’t until he started bringing women over that you actually started bitching at each other. You’d been perfectly kind to each other before. You swallowed. No. Could it be…were you…jealous?

He settled himself beside you on the couch again. “Extra order of butter, as requested.”

You had a split second of hesitation before you smiled again and plucked some popcorn out of the bowl. You immediately turned back to the screen as though nothing had happened.

He watched you curiously. “Something wrong?”

“Just…throat dry. Too much popcorn.” You still weren’t looking at him.

He set the bowl down and instantly went to grab you some water.

You mentally face-palmed. He couldn’t keep doing stuff like this. You were going to lose your mind. You gave him another pinched smile when he quickly returned with your drink. “Thanks.” You took a sip from the cup.

He stared at you as you drank, taking note that your expression still hadn’t changed even after he’d fetched a drink for you. “Alright, spill. It’s not your throat that’s wrong. What’s up?”

“Watch the movie, Toru.”

He snatched the remote from you and hit pause. “I’ll ask again. What’s going on?”

You sighed. “Maybe I just don’t like having to clean up after all of your little flings, okay? I’m getting tired of it.” It was a half truth. It would do.

His gaze softened and he even looked…apologetic? “Alright, so I won’t bring them over anymore then. You saved me big time today. I really do appreciate it.”

You were quiet for a moment, but then your curiosity got the better of you. “So what did she do to you anyway?”

He instantly shuddered. “You don’t wanna know.”

You cocked a grin at him. “But I do, that’s why I asked.”

He fidgeted with his fingers before finally leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

You held out your pinky and he took it with his trembling hand before quietly admitting, “She whipped my dick and then said she’d ‘kiss it all better’ and then bit it. She literally bit it.” The color drained from his face as he described it and it took everything in you not to laugh. “I won’t even discuss with you what she wanted to do to my… to my ass.”

“Poor baby Satoru is traumatized.” You teased.

“It’s not even funny; I literally am traumatized. I think I may be celibate going forward.” He shuddered again.

Now you had to laugh. “Satoru Gojo, celibate? Are pigs flying?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m a man whore, I know, I know. I hear all the rumors. But I’m serious; I think I really will take a break. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable anyway.”

“Well I appreciate that. Maybe I won’t have to murder you after all.”

He snorted. “As if you could.”

You traced your thumb over where you’d drawn blood from his lip just an hour ago. “Maybe you’re not as untouchable as you think you are.”

He caught your wrist in a firm grip, and his gaze locked onto your eyes. “Or maybe I don’t mind letting you touch me.”

Your breath hitched.

His thumb gently caressed your wrist.

Before he could think too much about it, he began to slowly lean forward.

“I’m really tired!” You blurted out suddenly, standing up straight. You even yawned and stretched for the full effect. Then you dashed to your room and locked the door. And then pulled your bookcase in front of the door as if it would stop the one and only Satoru Gojo.

Back in the living room, Satoru was still in shock. Did you just…? Could you tell what he was...? Or were you actually tired? You didn’t seem tired when you were laughing at the movie. A smile tugged at his lips. Laughing. You were actually laughing at a horror movie. He shook his head thinking about it. You were something. You’d always been something.

He still remembered the day he’d first moved in with you. He arrived later than he said he would and you were half asleep on the couch by the time he got there. When you heard him sneak in, your instincts kicked in and you instantly sat upright, nearly scaring the life out of him.

“If you’re a burglar, I’m a broke college student; if you find any money, it’s news to me. If you’re my new roommate, you took too long so I took the bigger room. Either way, I’m sure you can deal with whatever you came for like a big boy.”

He burst into a fit of laughter. And he was never late again. In fact, he’d never looked forward to coming home so much in his entire life. When he lived with his clan, he was the center of attention. The legendary Satoru Gojo. The prodigy. The miracle. When he was with you, he was just some sheltered kid who’d never cooked a day in his life, never ridden the train, never even tied his own shoelaces. When he was with you, he was just Toru.

Lately, Toru was nothing more than a fuck up. Nothing more than someone who couldn’t keep bringing his mistakes home. Someone who’d rather drown himself in shallow affairs and forced intimacy than admit he felt something for the girl in the room over.

He wasn’t the only one.

You’d conveniently forgotten the time that you slept on the floor for two days straight because your bed frame had snapped in half, and when you left the door ajar the next day, and he walked by and saw your blanket and pillows on the floor, he fixed the bedframe for you before you even came home. You’d forgotten the times when he’d steal your favorite box of cereal, convinced he’d never eaten anything so amazing in his entire life (to which you’d reply, “It’s just cereal, haven’t you ever eaten cereal before?” and the answer was no, he hadn’t), but he’d always replace it before you ran out as thanks for letting him share. And you’d forgotten the way he’d draw smiley faces on the window with his finger when you’d complain under your breath that the rain was making you depressed. You’d somehow completely forgotten he wasn’t a terrible person before he started bringing all these bimbos home.

You were going to have to face your feelings sooner or later. You just didn’t want to face them now. It was already bad enough that the taste of his lips from your earlier makeout session was still seared into your brain, without you having to worry about if that kiss meant something to you or to him. It was even worse that he was a good kisser. You never doubted he was, but something about him kissing you made all the difference. And it was fake, it was an act, yada yada, but still, you couldn’t force yourself to stop thinking about it. To stop lying awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, reliving it in a loop. To stop wondering if he was lying awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and reliving it too.

After another hour or two of this, you finally sighed and got out of bed. You needed a cup of warm milk, some Benadryl, a ten mile jog, a hammer to the head, whatever would knock you out. You weren’t gonna face him looking like a zombie in the morning. If your constant clashing with him didn’t kill the mood, that certainly would.

So you marched over to the kitchen in search of literally anything useful, and found that he was already there, raiding the fridge. He had half a cookie sticking out of his mouth and was trying to juggle the milk carton and a cup in one arm while he continued to file through the fridge with the other.

“Mmmf, you…here for a…midnight snack too?” He mumbled in between chewing.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Finish your food before you talk, geez, Toru. That’s like the first rule they teach you in elementary school.”

“Cookie’s too…big for me…” He mumbled again.

He was going to choke at this rate. You reached over and snapped a portion of the cookie off, popping it into your mouth. “There. Not as big anymore.”

“You do realize that was just in my mouth.”

“It was sticking out of your mouth.”

“Yeah, but I figure it counts as indirect kissing, right?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, but turned away so he couldn’t see the hint of a blush creeping into your cheeks. “You just say whatever ridiculous shit pops into your brain, don’t you?”

He set his things down on the counter before cupping your face with one hand and turning you towards him. “Can I… say some more ridiculous shit?”

You grabbed another cookie and shoved it into his mouth.

He raised a brow at you as if to say “Really?”

He was right; you were being dumb. If he wanted to have it out now, you may as well have it out now. Maybe he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Maybe you wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Oh, who were you kidding? There was no way you’d forget the way your heart was racing like it was in the Indy 500. But if it was going to be awkward now, it was still going to be awkward even if you waited a day, a week, or even a month to have this conversation. So you had to have it.

He finished chewing. “Can I talk now?”

You gestured for him to continue like it was no big deal, but your eyes trailed down to the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You know when someone talks, the other person usually looks at them. That’s, like,” He grinned, remembering your earlier words, “The second rule they teach you in elementary school.” He tucked a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“Alright, alright- I’m looking. Spit it out, Toru.” Your rapid fire words matched the rapid fire pace of your heartbeat and you just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Would’ve said it sooner if someone didn’t shove a cookie into my mouth, so really, who’s fault is it for the delay?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes but your flushing cheeks betrayed your show of annoyance. “Well you’re still delaying. If you don’t get on with it, I’m going to bed.” You made a point of turning to leave, but he caught your wrist.

“I was going to tell you I’m not bringing anyone over anymore.”

“Yeah- you said that already, Toru.”

“But I mean it. There’s no point. The only person I’m interested in already lives with me. And…I wonder if she’s interested in me too.”

You bit your lip.

“And…I wonder if she knows how cute she is when she bites her lip.” He ran a thumb over your lower lip tenderly. “And how much she consumes my every thought, waking or dreaming.” His eyes flicked back up to yours, waiting for your answer.

You exhaled and then cracked a smile. “You saying you get wet dreams about me, Toru?”

He shook his head, amused at how that was the one thing you’d fixated on. “On more than one occasion. You saying you don’t mind?”

“I’m saying I mind a lot of things you do. I mind the way you leave the toilet seat up to remind me you were in there, even if you were just shitting on it so it should’ve been down. I mind the way you leave all the lights in the entire apartment on even if you’re not using that room. I mind the way you spritz me with your cologne when I just told you it was too strong. But that, your… feelings for me…I don’t mind. And I’m starting not to mind how I think about you too. How I can’t stop thinking about you. Is that an answer?”

“Oh, you know, it was long and drawn out and dramatic. But very like you. So I guess I’ll take it.” He grinned. “Only on one condition, though.”

You raised a brow. “What’s that?”

“You let me kiss you. For real, this time.”

“You don’t have to ask, you can just-”

His lips were on yours in an instant. But for someone who was infamously impatient, the way he kissed you was slow, gentle. He cradled your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly. He held onto this one, simple moment for as long as he could before he needed air. And then he regretted needing air because the moment he pulled away, he missed you already. His eyes found yours, gauging your reaction to his kiss.

“Was that all I get?” You murmured, love drunk. “Where’s the insatiable Satoru who begged me to choke him down?”

He gave a sheepish chuckle. “He was kind of a selfish bastard, he knows that now. I won’t make the same mistake as him. I want to take it slow.” As if to prove his point, he trailed his hands gently down your arms. He just wanted to relish the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. When he got to your hands, he gave them a little squeeze, before pressing a tender kiss to each one.

Then, he let go of your hands, finding your hips instead, and pulling you towards him until you were close enough to exchange air. You thought he might kiss you again, but he just gazed into your eyes as his fingers caressed your hips. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, words coated in genuine sweetness. If he could look at you forever, he would. He’d memorize every freckle, every scar, every detail that made you you, until you were all that he pictured when he drifted into the land of dreams every night.

“You just going to keep staring?” You teased, half flustered and half impatient.

“Well, what should I be doing right now? Please, enlighten me, my dear.” He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

You heard him inhale sharply before taking a nosedive towards your lips. When his lips met yours, it was everything passionate and pure. His hunger was still evident in the way he pressed himself into you like he’d become one with your very being if he just closed enough distance, but it wasn’t any hunger like you’d seen before. It wasn’t primal or instinct or out of necessity, it was yearning, it was devotion, it was beautiful. He didn’t kiss you because he couldn’t help himself or because you were just satisfying some urge of his; he kissed you because he loved you, because he was all yours and he needed you to know that. And he didn’t do anything but kiss you. He didn’t try to touch you anymore than just steading himself against you, he didn’t try to force himself on you. He just simply wanted to be with you. And you’d only asked for a kiss so that would be enough for him.

Of course, you didn’t want just a kiss.

“Toruuu…” You moaned against his lips as he chased yours, over and over again. “Need you…”

The desperation and desire in your tone was clear but the raging fire in his pants could wait until he’d had explicit consent. “What do you need, baby?” He murmured as he trailed his kisses up and down your jawline.

“Need you to take me… need you… to fuck me.”

He let out a low groan, as heat seared through his veins. God, the way you spoke drove him insane. He scooped you up in his arms and began to carry you to your bedroom. He didn’t dare take you to his. If this was going to be his first time with you, he didn’t want it to be anywhere near where he’d spent long nights tangled up with other women. This was something new, something precious. He wouldn’t make the mistake of treating you the way he did anyone else.

You, however, had no clue what he was thinking, not being privy to his personal inner monologue, so when he didn’t just take you right on the kitchen counter, or in his bedroom (which was closer to the kitchen than yours), you gave him a puzzled look. “Where are you going, baby? What are we doing?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to take you? I’m making good on that request.”

“But why are we going all the way to my room? We could’ve just done it on the kitchen counter, I wouldn’t have minded. Or even your room.”

He shook his head. “I know you asked me to fuck you, love, but I’m not going to do that. You’re not some quickie for me. You’re not just some random girl. You’re the love of my life and I want to make love to you. I thought your bed would be more comfortable for you anyway, seeing as how you’re already used to it. That okay with you?” He gazed down at you lovingly, eyes bright and earnest and impossible to refuse.

“Of course that’s okay with me, Toru. More than okay. I want to make love to you too.” You blushed as your reply left your lips quieter than you would’ve liked. How could you so suddenly become shy when you’d just asked him to fuck you not two minutes ago? But when he put it so sincerely like that, you couldn’t help but melt inside.

And when he practically beamed at your response, you felt your insides softening even further. What was he doing to you? You were turning into a big puddle of mush and it was all because of him.

He laid you down on your bed gently and slipped your clothes off of you, with all care and no speed, like he was just enjoying the process of stripping you bare. It was almost too slow for your liking, but you didn’t dare tell him that- not when he was looking at you like he’d found gold with every inch of skin revealed to him.

“God- look at you. You’re gorgeous.” He murmured, reveling in the sight of your naked form once he’d had you fully stripped. Then he bent down to trail reverent kisses down your neck, down your chest, down your stomach.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he explored your body with his lips. Whenever you’d let a satisfied sigh slip as he’d skim over a particularly sensitive spot, he made sure to lavish proper attention to it, sucking and biting, until he’d left the evidence of his love for you blooming on your skin. He hadn’t even touched you where you’d wanted him to yet, still leaving marks along your hips and your thighs, and you were already a mess beneath him. His lips left you feeling heated, gasping for breath, and when he ran his cool tongue over the bruises, you felt your mind cloud over with a dizzying desire.

You were about to beg him for even just the tip of his finger, just the tip of his cock, for something, for anything, for some semblance of satisfaction, when he finally dipped his head down and began running that devious tongue of his over your clit until you were to the point of delicious delirium.

“So good, you taste so good, my love.” He began to suck harder on the aching bud.

Your head arched back as whimpers tumbled past your lips. “Please, Toru-” You were utterly undone, all tense and trembling beneath him.

“Please what?” He murmured as his tongue trailed up and down the length of your slit.

“Please let me come. Make me come.” You pleaded, hips rocking forward until his tongue was inside of you, flicking against your pulsing walls. Each stroke of his tongue was slow, intentional, exploratory, like he wouldn’t stop until he’d tasted every inch of you. Your gentle, beating pulse turned erratic, fluttering on the edge of ecstasy. A few deliberate motions later and your release was flooding his mouth, all sticky and sweet and seraphic, as the euphoria overcame you.

You whined as he withdrew (licking his lips as he did), but you were quickly rewarded by him sheathing his cock within your wet heat shortly after. Your eyes rolled back as you adjusted to the feeling of his erection making a home between your still-trembling walls.

He sunk into your depths slowly, strangled moans rising up his throat as your greedy cunt swallowed inch by inch of his cock. Though he’d just consumed every drop of your arousal only moments ago, he could feel it growing within you again, completely slathering his length with your slick. You took him so well, fit him so perfectly, spread yourself so wide for him, that he had to brace himself against the mattress, pausing his motions so that he could breathe in and out, get himself together enough so that he wouldn’t immediately come inside of you.

He almost felt like a virgin again, the way your clenching around him sent his soul flying out of his body. Had he not done this a million times before? But god, it was so different when it was with you. When it was you crying out his name, when it was you bumbling beneath him, when it was you begging him to go harder, to go deeper, to go faster, until he lost all sense of himself, until all he felt was you in his veins, you in his lungs, you in his soul.

He rocked into you with a growing intensity, hands burying themselves into the mattress for fear of crushing you if he perched them on your hips. He attempted to distract himself from the building tension in his groin by scattering kisses across your chest, but it only served to increase his overflowing attraction towards you as your breasts swayed with every thrust of his hips. You tasted so sweet, even if his lips had only grazed your skin for a mere second. And you smelled so enticing, even when your sweat had begun to intermingle with your natural scent. Every inch of you was perfect and every inch of you was his and it was all starting to become too much for him to handle. Too hot, too heavy, too heavenly.

And then your breath hitched and your fingers pierced the sheets and your orgasm followed, and suddenly he was right there beside you, pumping every ounce of his desire into your welcoming depths, heaving and groaning and still thrusting for everything he was worth. Even when he had nothing left to spill inside you, he kept grinding his hips forward, just to feel that intoxicating squeeze around his cock, so gratifying, so glorious, and all for him.

And when his exhaustion finally crashed into him, he collapsed beside you, still buried within you, and pulled you close to him, eager to feel your warmth, to hear your stuttering heartbeat.

He wanted to tell you that you were the best he’d ever had. That he’d never felt this way for anyone. That you had seeped into the very fabric of his being and that he’d never be the same again, that he’d never be anything but yours. But as you panted against his chest, smiling sleepily at him when you’d finally recovered, his heart skipped a thousand beats and his words suddenly fell short. He settled for a simple, “I love you. So so much.”

And when you beamed at him, he knew it was enough for now. It was enough to just hold you and love you. He could spend the rest of his life telling you everything else he wanted to say.

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sevsbestfriend · 9 months ago

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In a world where Severus and Lily stay friends till their 7th year but lily is still dating James.

"Mrs Evans how have you been?"

"Severus! It's been so long. I am great how have you been? Lily tells me you have been doing very well in school"

"I suppose my performance has been adequate. Thank you for the tea, it is delicious.

"It's chamomile, dear. I..I needed to ask you something.

"Of course, what is it?"

"I...well with Lily dating already and uh...this is awkward. Please say no if it makes you uncomfortable but would you mind going on a date with Petunia?"

"Uh..excuse me?"

"I know I am being nosy but she has been really lonely lately and...I just.."

Severus owed quite a bit to the Evans family. He thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal to go on a single date. Besides Petunia would probably say no on her own when she finds out anyways.

It was quite a shock when, not only did Petunia not refuse she was on her best behavior and seemed to be really into it. She dressed to the nines, always had a smile on her face and laughed at his shitty jokes.

It was an even bigger shock that Lily seemed to be quite jealous of the whole situation.

"Sev she's my sister!"

"I promise I will be on my best behavior and not hurt her."

"She hates me! Why would you go out with her!!"

"Like you going out with the boy who tormented me?"

"So you really weren't fine with me going out with him??"

"Of course I wasn't but it's not up to me who you date! And who I date isn't up to you either!"

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You Had Me At Hello | Severus Snape x Reader

Young Severus Snape never knew what love was. That was until he met her, his Valentine.

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Chapter 5: Stay

Word count: 2,873

Severus Snape’s Sunday morning began when he finally became conscious of himself and felt like his whole body was aching. It was as if someone was knocking bells on his head as his ears were ringing. It felt like all the weight of the world was laying on his shoulders, his stomach burning together with the legs that he couldn’t even feel right now.

Severus forced himself to open his eyes, the white ceiling of the infirmary being the first thing he sees. The soft orbs of Y/N Valentine piercing through his own being the next.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered out, blinking multiple times before sending him a small smile. “I’m glad you’re finally awake.” She declared, moving away from where the boy laid as she called the attention of the head nurse.

“What happened?” The boy managed to croak out, his voice hoarse.

Severus tried to sit up, groaning when he couldn’t. So the girl immediately went to his side, assisting him. When Severus was deemed comfortable in his current position, Y/N eyed him from head to toe beforing shaking her head in response.

“I don’t know. One minute I was reading in front of the fireplace and then the next, Professor Slughorn called me, telling me that you were unconscious at the hospital wing.” She revealed, slumping her shoulders afterwards. “Where have you been, anyways?” She questioned.

“I don’t...I was..”

Valentine waved her hand in front of him, dismissing him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me.” She drawled. “Just be careful next time, okay?”

Severus shook his head, swatting her hand away. “No. I was at Hogsmeade, and I was on my way back to the castle but James...James and his lot suddenly came and the last thing I remembered was his wand aimed at me.” He exclaimed, pausing to look back at his memories.

If it was possible, the girl despised the boy from Gryffindor even more. The next thing she wanted to do right now was to hex the jerk. Maybe give him boils? Grow his head since it was big? Or maybe tie him to a tree. Tying James Potter to a tree was the one that appealed to the girl the most.

Shaking her thoughts away, her attention was back to Severus. “Figures. Well, get some rest now, will you? I’ll deal with them. I’ll tell Professor Slughorn-”

“No, please stay.” The boy said almost immediately.

“Severus-”

“Please.” He pleaded, grabbing a hold of her hand and giving it a little squeeze.

Valentine’s heart began to race. But she dismissed it and assumed it to be anger. Afterall, she didn’t really explore the thought of developing feelings for the boy ever since she discovered her jealousy towards Lily Evans.

The girl sent a nod towards the boy, mumbling an “Okay.” before proceeding back to the uncomfortable seat she was sitting on since last night.

Conveniently for Y/N Valentine, the school’s matron made her way towards the bed where Snape was laid down. Checking all his statistics and all that medical things she wasn’t really aware of. When the nurse left, silence enveloped their bubble, making it a little uncomfortable since there was an elephant in the room that they still had to talk about.

Despite it all, Valentine decided to break the silence when a thought crossed her mind. “What were you doing at Hogsmeade anyways? I thought you didn’t like going there?”

Severus didn’t utter a word. Instead, he turned to look at the side table beside where the girl was seated. A paper bag was placed on top of it.

Y/N followed his line of sight, the logo printed on the bag together with a scribbled “Y/N Valentine”, catching her attention.

“You...you got me the limited edition chocolate frogs?!” She exclaimed, standing up from her seat to collect the bag and check its contents.

“Yes.” Severus mumbled.

“Why? I mean, thank you Sev- Severus. I really appreciate it but you really didn’t have to-” Severus attempted to delay her rambling.

“I had to-”

“No, but these are really hard to get! I can’t even imagine you swimming through a mob of people who wanted to get their hands on these. Not to mention the dark chocolate!” She blurted, her eyes not leaving the inside of the bag.

Severus sighed, shaking his head in amusement to the girl’s antics. For a moment, he thought that he shouldn’t explain anymore, seeing that it seemed like his plan worked. But he decided against it.

“I treated you so badly when all you ever did to me was be nice.” He began. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never meant what I said. I don’t want you to stay away from me. In fact, I want you to stay by my side.” He declared, his eyes finally landing on the girl’s orbs after the last statement.

Valentine had a look of contentment written all over her face. This made Severus feel relieved. “So, can you please accept these as my form of peace offering?” He quipped, hopeful.

The girl sent him a wide grin, nodding. “Of course, Severus. You are my friend after all.”

I guess it can be assumed that things got a little better for Severus Snape ever since that day. I mean, fine, he lost his childhood friend, his childhood love, even earned a lot more hatred from James Potter and his lot, but at least he finally had something or someone constant by his side. Sure, Lily and him were friends but the ginger never stuck around by his side.

Y/N Valentine on the other hand, stayed with him throughout it all. It hasn’t been long since they met, since they became friends, but the boy was hopeful that what the two have would last. Truthfully, the thought of the girl leaving him for pushing her away crossed his mind a thousand times ever since that day but he already lost Lily. He couldn’t afford to lose Y/N too.

That’s why he decided to head to that sweet shop the girl loved. He didn’t have a lot of savings but he wouldn’t mind if he used it all up. It was for Y/N Valentine afterall.

Severus doubted himself a lot of times. As he got out of the dungeons, he was contemplating whether to proceed. He didn’t know if the girl would even accept his apology. Nevertheless, he tried his best to grab all the chocolate frogs in dark chocolate. He learned that it was the girl’s favorite among the others.

On his way back, he doubted himself again. He even thought of selling the chocolate frogs to other students to get his money back! But the soft orbs and the pink curled lips of Y/N Valentine crossed his mind. Severus thought that it would be such a good feeling to be the cause of those beaming features. So he hurried back, only to fall on his back and see the dark.

After regaining his consciousness, the first thing he felt other than the burning sensation all over his body, was disappointment. He thought he failed to salvage the friendship he formed with the Slytherin sweetheart. But the thought was quickly washed away when the girl’s concerned orbs were staring down at him.

Severus finally felt joy when the girl accepted his apology. The smile and the response Y/N gave him meant a lot to him. That was when he figured that his life would be a little less miserable than before. He had a constant.

Severus Snape and Y/N Valentine’s story didn’t end there. In fact, their story progressed like day, bloomed like a flower, and developed like technology. Valentine became Severus’ moon. She was the moon in his dark and cold life, leading and guiding him to the light to become a better person.

It was the girl’s idea for Severus to approach the ginger Gryffindor and ask for her forgiveness. Truthfully, Valentine wasn’t really fond of the Evans girl but her judgment tells her that Severus was the wrong one in this one. He did call her that insulting word after all.

Fueled with guilt, sadness, and regret, Severus asked for Lily’s forgiveness. But no matter how hard he tried, he didn’t receive it. Again, if it weren’t for Y/N Valentine, Severus Snape would have been swallowed by his own black hole, maybe getting influenced by Avery and Mulciber, other Slytherins in their year that were children of what they call death eaters.

It seems like Severus forever lost his childhood friend but that doesn’t mean his life only got worse. Like what has been said before, it just made his life a little less miserable. I mean, sure it’s sad that you lost someone truly dear to you and losing Lily didn’t mean that Severus lost his feelings for the ginger either, but hey, on the bright side, that event only opened new doors for Severus.

Valentine introduced Snape to her friends. Yes, the same friends that had the same prejudice against Snape. At first they were reluctant. They didn’t know what the girl was thinking. Merlin, they even thought that the girl was under the imperius curse! Did she really think that she could include Severus Snape into their circle of friends?

The prejudice that they were holding against the pale boy quickly dissolved, thankfully. They let their pride down and looked beneath the exteriors of Severus. They actually turned out to like him after noticing the way the boy could absorb information like a sponge, the way he knew better than to follow what was written in the Advance Potions textbook, and most importantly, the way he took care of their Slytherin sweetheart in his own little way.

Severus even taught them some spells that they don’t teach you at Hogwarts. But of course, he didn’t reveal his own ones. He felt a little greedy on that part.

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With O.W.L.s coming up, Y/N and her friends wanted to form a study group with Severus. There were people assigned to each subject. For example, the twins who had blonde hair will be the one that’ll help them with transfiguration. For defense against the dark arts, it would be Severus and the boy who had curly hair. For charms, it would be the one who plays quidditch and Y/N. And for potions, it would be Y/N and Severus.

Today was the day they would study potions. Valentine proposed the idea of learning it the practical and hands-on way instead of a boring old lecture. Their textbook had a lot of errors anyways, according to Severus. And so, they all agreed to meet in the room of requirement after school.

Despite having different classes for today, Valentine and Snape went out of their way to meet each other so that they could proceed to the room of requirement together.

When the entrance to the room appeared before them, Snape took the liberty to enter the room first in case some unknown creature threatened them.

“Why is it so dark?” He murmured, grabbing his wand. Just before he chanted the incantation Lumos, the room was dark no more as the chandeliers and candles illuminated the space.

“Surprise!” Valentine exclaimed together with their friends, making her way towards the blonde Slytherin twins to grab the cake that they were holding then moving back to the front of the boy.

At first, the boy was confused as to why the room wasn’t arranged to its usual arrangement that is similar to the potions classroom. The room was bright with green and silver balloons floating around the atmosphere, a table filled with delicious food in the center, and the people he became friends with wearing party hats and smiles.

It was only when Severus took a glance at the cake laid out in front of him did he realize what day it was today.

‘Happy Birthday Severus’

It was his birthday.

The smile on Y/N Valentine’s face faltered for a second when she figuratively saw the light bulb turn on above Severus’ head. It was as if the boy just realized that today was the day he was born. In that case, it was just then that he realized it.

Before Severus could turn his attention toward the girl standing in front of him, Y/N put the smile back on her face, breaking the silence between them. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?”

Snape’s black orbs pierced through Valentine’s. The girl noticed how it wasn’t blank like it usually was. It was filled with emotions, happiness and sadness at the same time. It even seemed as if the boy was about to burst into tears. “How did you know?”

Before Valentine could utter another word, the group of people behind her started to sing Happy Birthday Severus, interrupting their conversation.

After expressing his gratitude and insisting for them to go ahead and start the feast to fill in their hungry stomachs, the two Slytherin’s were able to continue on what was left of their conversation.

“It was Valentine’s idea.” The boy in the quidditch team informed him. “Happy Birthday Severus!”

Severus stared at the girl who was mesmerized by the balloon. Who knew muggles could invent such magical things? Severus read her mind, causing her to divert her attention to him, raising a brow.

“What did I tell you about reading my mind, Sev?” She scolded, crossing her arms to feign annoyance.

The boy gave her a smirk. “You should’ve not let your guard down then.” He responded. “You still didn’t answer my question though.”

Valentine raised a brow, surprised. “What? You really did forget?”

Embarrassed, Severus' attention was diverted to his shoes. “Well, yeah.” He mumbled. “I don’t really celebrate my birthday.” He informed her.

Remembering what he wanted to know, the boy shook his head. “But that’s not what I was pertaining to. How did you know that it was my birthday?” He quizzed, earning a shrug from Valentine.

“May or may not have asked Slughorn.” She quipped, moving away from the boy and towards where his cake was situated. Severus, still curious, followed her.

“How does he know my birthday?” He asked, earning another shrug from the girl. “He's the head of the house, Sev. Of course he keeps the files.”

With a flick of Valentine’s wand, a small plate, together with a fork was conjured.

“But how did you convince him? Aren’t those...private?” Severus pondered.

“Well, yeah but…”

“But?”

“It’s embarrassing!” Valentine exclaimed. “Why are we even having this conversation?”

The boy gave her a grunt of annoyance.

The girl sighed, shoulders slumping. “Fine. I told him I was going to surprise you.” She disclosed, levitating the piece of cake towards the plate she was holding.

“That’s it?” Severus challenged, earning a nod and a piece of cake from Valentine in return.

“Yeah.”

It was not just it. The only reason why Professor Slughorn gave the information to Y/N Valentine is because he thought that the girl was going to surprise her boyfriend. The girl couldn’t deny the professor’s assumption, in case he might decline her favor. Horace Slughorn was a romantic afterall. But of course, Severus didn’t need to know that part.

The party went on for hours. Thank Merlin that it was a Friday. The students involved wouldn’t have to worry about missing their morning class the next day. The blonde Slytherin twins even accio-ed the bottle of firewhisky that they hid under their bed. For emergencies, they claimed.

It was 2:45 in the morning when only Valentine and Snape were the only one’s left in the room of requirement. Cleaning duty was assigned to the girl. It was the rest who designed and assembled the set-up anyways. Additionally, she and Severus were the only ones sober.

The boy approached Valentine when she was again, staring at the balloons. She really didn’t want to use the vanishing spell due to her amusement with the muggle object.

“Hey.” Severus called, breaking her train of thought.

“Hello.” the girl responded, finally flicking her wand to dispose of the decorations.

The boy couldn’t form the right sentences to tell the girl how happy he was tonight. He couldn’t express how he enjoyed the surprise, how he thought that the cake Y/N baked for him was delicious, and most importantly, how delighted he was that Y/N Valentine became his constant friend. “Thank you.”

Two words. That was the only thing that came out of his mouth despite wanting to say so much more.

Valentine sneaked a brief glance at him, shaking her head. “It’s nothing, Sev. You’re my best friend.”

Now it was Severus’ turn to shake his head. “No, really. I mean it.” He remarked. “I never celebrated my birthday before. Well, not until today.”

The girl stopped in her actions, facing the boy. “Well, guess what?” Y/N began.

“What?”

“You won’t have to spend another year not celebrating your birthday.” She announced. “Starting now, you’re gonna celebrate it with me.”

Severus grinned at the statement.

End of Chapter 5

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