#severus snapexreader

[snapesmorningcoffee]

“He was her dark fairytales,

And

She was his twisted fantasies,

And

Together they made magic.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

If AO3 had made a list of the most read fanfiction like Spotify, “Your tears are of no relevance to me” would definitely be at the top. When I look at the history section, I see that I have read it 920 times.

It’s a magnificent masterpiece with 517 thousand words and I’ve only bound the first book! You can freely read this on Ao3! This fiction is belong to my amazing friend Hiruko-chan @hirukochan !I am so glad i meet with her and she let me to bound her fiction!!

You should definitely read this fiction!

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[ms-snape]

Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)

Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any

Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders

Warning: marauder's bully

Word count: 1457

Masterlist

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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.

“—and then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen his face! Priceless!” he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.

Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasn’t—bright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.

“Hey, Snivellus!” James Potter’s voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/N’s laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. “What’s it like being the biggest loser in school?”

“Leave him alone, James,” Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. “He hasn’t done anything to you.”

James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N! It’s just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.”

Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/N’s presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “But it’s cruel. You’re just bullying him because he’s a Slytherin.”

“Yeah, and he’s a total creep,” Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. “Severus is my friend. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Your friend?” Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. He’s practically a Death Eater in training!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the accusation. “That’s not fair, and you know it! He’s not like that.”

“Then maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,” James said, crossing his arms defiantly.

Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.

Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Look, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasn’t done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?”

Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. “Fine. Just thought we could use a little fun.”

Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.

As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severus’s gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.

After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.

“Hey, Severus,” she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.

Severus looked up, surprised. “What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m sorry about how they treated you. They can be—”

“—insufferable?” Severus finished, his tone biting. “I know. But you don’t need to defend me. It won’t change anything.”

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. “You deserve better than their bullying. You’re smarter than them, Severus. You know that.”

“Smart enough to be a target,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t understand. They’ll never change. And neither will I.”

“Stop saying that!” Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. “You’re not a lost cause! You can be more than this.”

“What more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?” he retorted, his voice rising. “You think I want to be in this position?”

Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to be alone, Severus.”

“Alone is all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice cracking. “Why do you even care? You’re friends with them. You could be popular, happy—”

“I care because I see you!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “You’re not just some Slytherin. You’re smart, talented, and you’re my friend. I won’t let them treat you like this!”

Severus’s heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was electric—soft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severus’s hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. “See? You’re not alone.”

Severus’s expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. “But they’ll never accept us,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Then we’ll show them they’re wrong,” she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. “I won’t let them bully you, and I won’t let you push me away either.”

Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then don’t be,” Y/N replied softly. “We can face them together.”

As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.

Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.

One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Every day,” Severus admitted, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to change.”

“You already have,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’re not just a Slytherin. You’re Severus Snape, and that’s enough.”

He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. “What if they never accept me?”

“Then we’ll make our own path,” she said boldly. “We don’t need their approval.”

Severus’s heart swelled with emotion. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” she admitted, her expression softening. “But it’s worth it.”

As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belonging—a feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For believing in me,” he replied, his heart racing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasn’t alone.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/N’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promise—of friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them

[snapesmorningcoffee]

Looks adorable 🫠🫠🫠🫠😻😻😻😻

“Did you see what form your Patronus had?” Snape asks. She shakes her head. “Cast it.” “I can’t-” “Of course you can. You did then too.” She needs three attempts for the Luna Moth to fly through the sitting room. His arms around her, her back against his chest and his chin resting on her head he watches it with her.  “Do you know what Luna Moths stand for? They represent the ability to leave behind old ways and embrace new beginnings, the pursuit of happiness and love - especially true love. Some say they stand for regeneration and healing. They can eat leaves that are poisonous without suffering harm - I think it’s no coincidence you managed to cast your first proper Patronus Charm when you did.”

I dusted off my watercolours and drew Dove's patronus from "Your tears are of no relevance to me". I think it turned out pretty good but I need to invest in some better watercolour paper 😅 The stuff I have is a pain when layering thin washes of colour over each other.

[severussnaperevived]

The polyjuice potion, SnapeXreader

Description: You are in class when you decide to pill a prank on snape but it leads somewhere unexpected.

Warning: NSFW, Sexual content

You head towards the potions classroom, you join the queue at the door and wait for the professor, he suddenly comes into view, storming to the door and unlocking it, everyone takes their seats, “today we are making polyjuice potion, go to page 106 the instructions are there” says Professor Snape, you sit there staring at the professor thinking about him in a towel, your eyes suddenly meet and you can feel him trying to enter your mind, you let him in and think stay out of my mind Severus before kicking him out, Professor jumps at your response and you get up and get your ingredients.

There is 15 minutes left of class by the time you have finished your potion, professor was standing behind you facing the other direction, you drop a hair into it then drink it, professor Snape spins around “your not meant to drink it without my promition silly girl” says professor Snape, your eyes become levelled with professors some students gasp other giggle, the professor stood there unsure what to think about what he is looking at, “when did you get my hair?” asks professor Snape angrily, “just before when you were tending to their potions” you reply painting to the students on the next table, “detention for a month” he yells, “what” you say, “and stay after class until it wears off, the rest if you are dismissed now get out” he yells, all the students get up and leave the classroom, you and the professor are now alone he goes and sits at his desk, you get up and walk over to him with a funny walk, “what is wrong with you” he asks, “well ive never had a penis before, it feels weird” you reply, he chuckled to himself at you response, “professor i need to use the bathroom” you say, he looks up at you “well hold it” he says, “i don’t think i can” you say, he looks you in the eye angrily “be back in 5”, you look at him, “what are you waiting for” he aks angrily, “i don’t know what to do” you say, “go” he yells, you leave the room and go to your own room to use your bathroom, as you pee you realize you gave yourself an erection, “great” you say to yourself, you walk back into your room and grab a pear of sweatpants and a shirt and head back to the classroom, Severus looked at you as you did an even weirder walk into the classroom, “whats wrong with you now?” he asked “i gave myself an erection, have you ever had one while wearing knickers” you reply, he looked at you and laughed, “no i haven't” he says, you begin to remove all your clothes, the professor gets up and walks over to you, “what are you doing” he says, “im changing into something more comfortable, can you pass me my clothes, he turns to grab your clothes and when he turns back he notices the potion is wearing off and that you are now standing in front of him fully naked, you look at him and notice he has an erection, “i can help you with that” you say, he looks at you trying to process what he is seeing.

You walk up to him and give him a passionate kiss on the lips, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you onto his desk, you unbutton his pants and pull them down with his boxers, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself inside you, he moans as he feels your tight walls around his cock, “Severus remember to pull out so i don’t get pregnant” you whisper in his ear, "no need to worry there is a contraceptive spell over the school” he replies, you relax after hearing him say that as he pounds into you harder and faster, “are you close, im not going to last much longer” he says, you whisper in his ear “ive already cummed”, after hearing that he lets out a groan as he cums deep inside you, he pulls himself out then pulls up his pants, “so what does this mean now?” you ask, he looks at you and thinks for a minute, “i really enjoyed myself but it was wrong” he replies, “so what would you like to do now, act like it never happened or hook up again?” you ask, “i think its best to not see each other again, well not until you are older, i really like you” he says, you smile at him as you finish getting dressed and head out the door.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Sex Pollen~ Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Hellooooo. I had seen a lot of sex pollen fics for other characters out there, so I wrote my own for Severus Snape. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only!!!, smut, sex, implied chocking kink, implied sexual positions, p in v, severus being hot af lol

About 1800 words

enjoy (;

Y/N had started working at Hogwarts just this year as the assistant herbology teacher, as Professor Sprout had been in need of an extra hand with all her greenhouses and classes. She had just finished her pre-lunch class of fourth years and was making her way to the great hall. She made it through the hall and to her usual seat. Shortly, Professor Snape sat down to her left and she uttered a “Professor.”, in recognition of his arrival. She never really understood what all the hate about Snape was. He could be quite harsh at times, yes, but she thought it was just because he was so lonely. But certainly not her type. No. That would be terribly inappropriate. He responded with a quick “Miss L/N.” also in recognition of his colleague. 

Once lunch and the remaining classes had finished, she went to dinner. Eventually dinner was finished as well, so she made her way back to the greenhouses and her study. As she went to sit down at her desk, she noticed a mysterious silver vial with emerald green liquid sitting right in the middle of her desk. No note. No explanation. Nothing. Puzzled, she decided that a trip to the potions master would be appropriate. She made her way back to the school, down all the corridors, and into the depths of Hogwarts where Professor Snape’s office lie. She knocked on his classroom door and after what felt like hours, he finally opened the door. “What is it?” Snape asked in his usual monotone bordering reprimanding tone. Suddenly, she froze up a bit. It became hard to use words as she was staring at him. “Um… I found this vial on my desk and was wondering if you knew what it was?” The whole time she was saying this, he was making direct, piercing eye contact which did not help her at all. He rolled his eyes the slightest and then opened the door, beckoning her inside the classroom. “Let me see the vial.” he monotonically said, and she gave it to him. He then walked off into his storage room without another word. She stood there in his classroom for what felt like another few hours, before he returned. 

But before Snape could say another word, there was a large yellow explosion of what seemed like clouds or pollen. Y/N immediately ducked in fear of being hit. But as soon as the cloud was there, it disappeared. She looked up and Snape just stood there with a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance on his face. Fuuuuuck, to sit on that face would be heavenly. She jolted herself out of that thought. She usually held her thoughts on a better leash than that… Then all of a sudden, her body began to heat up bit by bit. It started to become painful to touch anything around her. She looked at Snape and he had his hands gripped on the edge of a desk while emitting faint grunts. Ughhhhhh… I want those hands around my neck. At this thought, she finally realized what was going on. How could she have been so dumb… By now, her body was rejecting her own clothing, and she just felt like stripping down completely. “It’s sex pollen.” She said. Snape looked up at her, and said nothing for a minute. “How long?” he asked. She has been to busy thinking about his massive nose and Oh, how I want him underneath me! To even receive his question. “Sorry?” she responded. Snape grunted again whether from frustration or something else and repeated his previous statement in annoyance: “How long will it last?”. Now she got real flustered once she heard his question. “Um… Around a few hours if we're lucky and the dose was low” “And if we’re not lucky?” he asked rather impatiently this time. Now the tension was building more and more in the room. “A few days if the dosage was fully potent” she whimpered from all the physical burning her body was experiencing. Now Snape truly grunted and loud. And she had to hold back a bit of a moan which had started to form in the back of her throat. “There is one way to treat the symptoms…” she said reluctantly. “No” was all he said. Fuck, I want him to directly command me like that… She really needed to get her thoughts under control, but it was hard enough with her body burning up like a wildfire in need of dousing. “Ok… I understand, it’s inappropriate. We can just wait it out, I guess?” she finally successfully uttered through her clouded head of Snape in some not so appropriate positions with her. He grunted again, this time even louder; his knuckles were now fully white against the desk. “Fuck…” he muttered. And this time she couldn’t control her moan, though it was small, he most definitely heard it. Snape’s head shot up a bit at the sound of her, and she immediately bit her tongue, absolutely regretting what her body had just done to her. He looked at her with eyes of restraint, and she could tell he was in the same pain she was. He quickly looked back down again. SHiiiiit, please make me scream so loud that I could never regret it… She winced at the thought, images, and growing pain which was not slowing down in the least. That’s when Snape finally said something. “I think it’s painfully obvious… that we cannot live like this for hours…let alone days…” he uttered this through his grunts and heavy breathing. “What are you suggesting?” he meekly asked, knowing full well in her mind what he was saying Yes, please fuck me!! Fuck me so hard, pleaseeeeee!! “I am suggesting we get this over with and never speak of it again” he said through strained speech. In that moment, a spike of courage ran through her veins and she made her way over to him. Inches away from Snape's face, she whimpered “only this once?”. And he breathily responded “just this once” before clashing into her body with a needy and lustful kiss. Within the second, his tongue was fucking her mouth, making her moan again but he cut her off by pushing her against the desk and kissing her even harder. Breathless, he paused to catch his breath. “Snaaape…” she whimpered, in desperate need of some kind of contact. His eyes meet hers again, but this time they were lustful red. He moved in and grabbed her waist, “Severus. God, Call me Severus…” he practically begged. The grip of Severus’ hands on her waist made her so dizzy her legs could collapse. “Fuck Severus Ok, just touch me… please!” Her words met his with the same amount of desperation and need. And just like that his lips we’re on hers again, all hot and sticky. She went to take off his cloak and unbutton his shirt as quickly as possible and he just groaned and began peppering her neck and collar bone with kisses and soon to be hickeys. This really drew a moan out of her. “Fuuuck…” she whimpered even louder. As soon as his top was off, Severus began quickly stripping her of her top to reveal her green bra. He stood there for a second, looking at her with an intense hunger. In him doing this, she got impatient. She went up to Severus and for the first (but certainly not the last…) time stroked his clothed, hard dick. “Please Severus…” she begged as she greedily stroked his cock through his trousers. Now it was Severus’ turn to moan, and he did so with his head rolling back as she edged him on. “ I swear to God Y/N, if you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here in my trousers” he moaned. Her response was an even louder moan, Fuck, please just destroy me already… As she backed off his hard, pre-cum leaking dick, he grunted “on the desk, now.” She complied so quickly, she couldn’t wait. Severus met her at the edge of the desk and placed his hands on her thighs, slowly riding her skirt up more and more. She mewled in impatience and anticipation. Suddenly, he reached her soaked knickers and ripped them off. She yelped and moaned together in response to this. He then quickly took his trousers and then boxers off. “Fuuuuuck, you look so heavenly” she thought as she drooled at his cock. He chuckled and growled in response, “Why thank you”. Fuck, she hadn’t realized that she had said that aloud, and it it showed on her shocked face. He just chuckled in amusement and went to her ear and whispered “Come on, that’s not even the beginning of what you’ve thought about me” He withdrew with a sly grin, as she sat on the desk legs open just stunned. He then took her thighs again and lined himself up with her pussy. She desperately moaned at the needed attention her pussy was craving. That’s when he thrusted into her for the first time. And god did it feel heavenly… And he didn’t stop, like a starved man. He hadn’t even given her time to adjust, but fuck, the pain made it so much better… She just couldn’t stop moaning as he thrusted into her. Her hands were in his hair and on his back like she was clinging on to him with her life. Strings of “Fuuuck”, “Please Severus”, and “Yes! Right there, please don’t stop!!” flowed consistently from her mouth which only spurred Severus on even more. She could feel her stomach clenching faster and faster. “Shit Severus, I’m gonna cum” she almost screamed through the ecstasy she was experiencing. And he was right there with her, about to explode and fill her with his cum. “Fuck, Do it. Cum on my cock” Severus growled, as he greedily thrusted into her harder. And that’s what did it for her. She came with her vision going white and her loudest moan of “Severus” yet. And he soon followed, cum spurting into her pussy and leaking out the sides. He eventually pulled out, as they both were catching their breaths. Severus left the storage room and came back with a towel to clean up his mess all over her thighs. He then muttered a spell and both of them were fully dressed again. As she went to stand up from the desk, her legs caved in on her and Severus quickly caught her with a small chuckle. “I guess I should have prepared you” he chuckled. “Nothing could have prepared me for that” she said chuckling as Severus looked at her for the first time (but certainly not the last) with a small smile. 

[ajax1230]

Snapemas 2020

Day 1: Mistletoe

Severus Snape X temp.teacher!reader

Word count: 562

A/N: this is my first published work, please be gentle! It’s rushed and posted last minute cause otherwise I would’ve chickened out! Please enjoy!

You just needed to get out of the cold. Snow packed up to your knees made the trek to the castle that much more unbearable. Since taking up a temporary post at Hogwarts this year you’d managed to get along well with most of the staff, even cutting Miss Norris a break when she made beady red eyes at you. 

Most.

There was one person in particular you simply couldn’t get on your side, Professor Snape. 

Sure, everyone and their mother practically told you it wasn’t your fault, he was just in a perpetual bad mood. 

Which you didn’t believe, no one is simply in a bad mood all the time.

There was something drawing about the way his dark frame took up a door frame, how his voice commanded all your attention. Even his insults were some of the finest crafted wounds you’d ever received. 

Maybe you were a glutton for punishment or desperately hopeful you could ‘fix’ him, either way you weren’t deterred. And tonight on Christmas Eve, you’d gotten out of decorating the Great Hall to snag a last minute gift. 

Mistletoe. 

An overlooked potion ingredient, you’d done the research. The best time to procure the plant was Christmas Eve. So you marched into the edge of the forest, under the clear moonlight and took the plant. 

You held it in a tight fist close to your chest, the scent floating directly into your nose. 

Your plan; box up the mistletoe, write a simple ‘To: Severus’ ‘From: Y/N’ and cowardly have a house elf leave it in his office. Hoping he wouldn’t shred you to pieces in the morning. 

But you never made it that far. 

You weren’t expecting to meet dark narrowed eyes when you opened the large door to the entrance. Nor did you expect the singular brow raise as he uttered out the question;

“Where have you been?” 

Your words were stuck behind your chattering teeth, snow soaked feet frozen to the ground. Mortification burned your cheeks when you saw his eyes zero in on your clutched fist.

“Happy,” your words shook with the shuddering breath you drew out, “Happy Christmas, Professor Snape.” Your arm thrust forward, he stared at the offering crumpled in your tense cold fist. A line creased his forehead, drawing a look of perplexion on his face. 

“Please, take it.” You said with a rueful chuckle. At least he could spare you the exertion of holding your arm out like this. His eyes glistened in the cold moonlight, a brisk wind swirling cottony snowflakes around his face and hair.

He reached out, plucking the mistletoe from your hand in an instant. Before you could manage a smile in relief he dragged the plant just under his nose relishing the fresh scent. All the while keeping his darkened gaze on you. 

“Quite a delectable scent,” he said slowly approaching you, his arm disappearing just above your shoulder, “much better than the ones used to decorate.” As the door shut loudly behind you, the cold stopping instantly, a shiver ran up your spine. Your eyes drew up towards the ceiling partially obscured by Severus’ dark hair. A neater, dryer looking mistletoe than yours hanging just above your head. 

“Happy Christmas.” His voice was hot against your ear, hitting a depth you couldn’t fathom. 

Maybe he didn’t hate you after all.

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Replacement”

A/N: Scarlett L/N (Female) & Professor Ace (Male) are made by me. You will be using Scarlett as yourself. Plot: Professor Ace has to leave Hogwarts mid-terms temporarily and his friend Scarlett volunteered to take over his role for him.

The professors who knew Scarlett when she was their student were surprised to learn she was the replacement, but as for Snape he didn’t know her at all and didn’t care or think much at all.

While Scarlett’s main purpose was only to teach the students, she also made a side mission to befriend a certain colleague who seems to prefer to be alone. The story is published on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1256535615-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%C2%A7-replacement-%C2%A7

You can also request me a story!

[deepperplexity]

Title: Patience In chains 

A/N: So, this is different from everything else I’ve written so far - I like it and I had fun writing it. I hope you guys will enjoy it (ps. it’s still damn hard to write so as the reader can be male or female (have a male or female gender) or what you wish to identify with, but I am working on it! Hopefully, this meets your standards). 

Summary: You had been his pet for five months, he had been your master and you both enjoyed the game. Yet your feelings grew for the dark and wicked man who commanded you in so many ways. This specific day he gives you something you have never gotten before from him and it forces you to climb higher than ever before...

Pairing: Snape x Reader

Setting: Severus Bedroom 

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │ (e/c) - Eye Colour │(s/s) - Skin Shade │

Word Count: 3334

Warnings: Soft Dominance, Sexual Content, Master/Pet Roles

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

He was sipping tea, his eyes roved over you with a gleam of wickedness. The onyx colour was vibrantly clear and seemed to almost swirl. A chill travelled down your body as he took another leisurely slow sip from the cup. You panted, nearly whined as he gave you one of those little smirks. His eyebrow arched masterfully. You tugged on you restraints; they were unyielding. The ropes masterfully tied around your wrists and ankles. 

He chuckled softly, the sound filled your ears and made you shiver - from pleasure. He uncrossed and recrossed his legs so as to give you a hint of the bulge protruding underneath his tight black pants. It made you whimper. Your hands tugged yet again, you wanted to reach for him. Touch him, feel him, taste him. You wanted it all. 

“Now, (y/n), you know there is no need for that,” he said cooly with that raspy voice of his. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips for a short second. “You know that my knots do not yield, you know they do not get untied until you give me what I want.” His voice was a low growl, it felt as though it stroked you when it reached your body. You whimpered once more and could not help the tugging on your restraints that kept you in his bed, yet again. It only earned you a slight huff from him.  

He placed the little cup on the table beside his chair. IT linked softly and the chair groaned as he rose with elegance and grace. His frock coat tightly wrapped his body and all the little buttons were begging you to unbutton them. Your fingers itched for the feel of them slipping through their respective holes. 

He strode towards you, slowly, with measured steps. Your puls quickened and your breathing became laboured as you struggle to get enough oxygen into your lungs. His eyes wandered up and down your body, pleasure etched on his face. You were sprawled on the massive four-poster bed. No pillows or covers in sight, only you, cotton sheets and black ropes. Your hands tied above your head, your arms stretched out. Your legs spread wide, each ankle tied to one of the two posters at the bottom of the bed. You were naked and spread wide before him as he stood by the foot of the bed. Fully clothed except for his bare feet. 

“Now, you know there is no need for tugging, you will be freed when I see fit, won’t you (y/n)?” You swallowed hard at his darkly voiced words. The wicked gleam fo his eyes intensified as he took two steps closer. You whimpered as his cold finger toughed the inside of your ankle, right below the rope. “Please,” you panted but he only hushed you. “You know the rules,” he said softly and you knew, you knew he would punish you for breaking them. For speaking when not being allowed to. 

He leaned down and kissed your hipbone while steadying himself with one hand on each side of you. “Disobedient today, aren’t we (y/n)?” You pressed your head into the mattress as his cold finger stroked your naked leg; from your ankle all the way up to your hip where he had kissed you only a moment ago. His finger kept going, up along your side, all the way to your collarbone. It made you whimper and shudder. The lightness of the touch his punishment for you. You hated and loved it. 

For five months it had been like this. For five months he had called upon you, for five months he had tied you to his bed only to touch and rule you. Five months of joyous torture. It had begun with a simple drunken night and had ended up being the most complicated thing. He had bound you, gaged you, kissed you, stroked you - given you infinite amounts of pleasure. Yet, he had never given you the chance to the same to him. 

For five months he had ruled your body and mind, for five months he had undressed you, tied you to his bed and done what he wished to you. And oh how you fucking loved it. His touch, his rough hands, the harsh words, the growling voice, the command and power that seeped from every fibre of his being.   

Yet, you had never seen his skin. You had never touched him, loved with him, felt him in you. He never allowed you to touch him, stroke him or kiss him. His lips never reached your face and his clothes never left his body. The body you yearned so desperately for. The skin you so desperately wanted to see and touch. The lips yous so desperately wanted to smash your own against. But that, that was not part of the deal. The deal you had not been aware of in the beginning. 

His cold hand brought you back to reality as he let it travel down your chest, over your (s/s) tummy and further. You shivered as he reached your groin and gave you a light stroke. His cold skin almost burned you. Burning ice. It was what ploughed through your head; he was burning ice. Lethal. Devastating. Cold destruction. 

“No daydreaming,” he growled as he stroked you yet again, over and over. You whimpered - the need to call his name nearly overwhelming. His soft touch was still a punishment. The was how it was; you broke the rules and he punished you with softness. Shallow strokes. Light licks. It was not what you wanted, what you needed, what your body craved from him. 

“Enough?” he asked, simply questioning if you were done breaking the rules. You nodded. Not wanting to break the rules with another word unless commanded to speak. “Good pet,” he said with a huff as he raised himself. Your hearts pounded harder as he stepped around the bed; he went for the chest a few steps away. You knew all too well what pleasures were hidden in there and the excitement you felt was almost numbing. 

He took his time selecting, humming in a murmur. When he turned back towards you he held - nothing. There was nothing in his hands and you felt disappointed. Until you saw his smile. It tugged at one of the corners of his mouth and it made you wary. “Master?” you asked and he arched his eyebrow again, you shut your mouth with such force your teeth hurt. He smirked and walked towards you. Each step powerful, measured. As if he had mastered the art of elegance. He had, you knew that. 

He placed one knee on the bed and the mattress shifted beneath you. He leaned in and kissed your neck, it forced your head back and you relished the feel of his tongue licking and lapping at your skin. It wasn’t soft, his tongue was pressing itself into your flesh and it felt divine. “Pet,” he murmured against your skin and sweat misted your skin from the arousal. His nickname for you, his word for you. 

“For you,” he said with praise in his voice and you were just about to break the rules by asking what as his rough hand found its way to your groin. He stroked and petted, from the top all the way down to your darker opening. It felt as though you would explode as his rough hand explored. The coolness of his skin against your heat. It made you whimper and whine. Your legs were tugging and the ropes around your ankles dug into your flesh. 

Then his hand left you for a second and you felt bereft, abandoned. But he was back instantly, and something across his palm vibrated softly. It tickled all the right spots and you moaned loudly with a ragged breath tearing through your throat. He tortured you with his rough hand, pressing and stroking harshly as the vibrations tickled you relentlessly. 

You were struggling, panting, whining, whimpering beneath his touch as his mouth pressed itself against your throat and he nibbled and bit your skin. The sensation vibrated through your entire body and magnified the sensations from his onslaught of your sex. You were shaking, your body ready to explode. But he didn’t give you permission. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you struggled with all your might to keep the climax at bay, to stay on the edge of the cliff without tipping over. 

“Wait, patience my pet,” he growled as you started to thrash and buckle, “patience,” he said yet again. His voice was too much, the low growling to deep. It spurred your climax on and you were tipping, tipping and tipping over the edge of the cliff. He knew it, he felt it. You knew he was all too aware of what he was doing to your body. It hurt, it strained, it pounded and all you wanted was release. Sweet release. 

“M-master, p-please,” you begged with a plea in your voice. He chuckled and you felt his smile against your skin. “Patience, pet, patience.” You nearly cried, you nearly screamed in frustration as the onslaught became too much. Hig rough hand harsh yet steady, the rhythm constant. You buckled and writhed beneath his touch as he started to pant in your ear. You knew then that he would give you your release any moment. 

You felt his movement change, it softened. You whimpered. He slowed, you whined. The vibration ended, you buckled. His cold skin left your heated sex and you writhed. The cliff had turned into a mountain and you wanted to be thrown from its peak. “M-master, master please, please I beg of you!” Your voice was hoarse, weak and muddled with a cry held back. “Pet,” he mumbled in that raspy voice, your eyes whirled around and found his bulge. You wetted your lips and the tears kept streaming form he pent up sensations running through you. 

He had never left you before. He had never withheld your climax before. Never had he tortured you in such a way. It hurt. Your body hurt and strained. You shook and sweat clung to you. “Pet,” he whispered before he rose from the bed, “you have been so patient…” His words were growled yet they were approving. You tugged at your bonds, furious with him for leaving you at such a time. “Please!” you pleaded, not caring about the rules anymore. You needed to get off desperately. 

He gave you a smile, his eyes went from wicked to - something else. There was a look you had never seen before in his eyes and it made your entire body tense up, which only further pushed you towards the climax as all your muscles strained. “Such patience, my pet,” he said and his hands rose towards his cravat. 

Your fingers went numb from the strain against the rope. You tried to gulp down air as he loosened the cravat and pulled it from around his neck. It revealed a glimpse of his throat and neck. Something in you purred with delight. “Suc, such patience,” he murmured again and the room reverberated with the sound of his voice paired with your heaving breathes, “worth a reward, I think.” 

He undid the top button of his frockcoat, slowly - ever so slowly. You quaked. “A reward of…” He kept undoing the buttons one by one until the frockcoat opened, “me…” If anyone had said it you would have laughed, it would have been corny. But when he said it, you shivered and writhed on the bed. He peeled off the fabric and stood beside you in his black pants and a white, long-sleeved shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top and you swallowed; hard. 

You wanted to beg for his touch, wanted to beg for his approval to touch him. “Do not get the wrong idea, pet,” he mused, “you are to be bound, to be ruled. I am not yours to do as you please with,” he mused on with such wicked delight in his onyx eyes as they met you (e/c) ones. “But you, are mine.” His words were final and it made your heart pound with delight and your stomach fluttered with joy. Your sex still pleading for him, his touch, your release. 

Severus unbuttoned his shirt with delicate care and shed the with fabric where he stood. You were silent, stunned. Never before had he shown himself in any way. Never had he divulged any form of his outside clothing. Yet he now stood there, half-naked. And it, was, glorious. Tears pricked your eyes yet again; from the strain, from the arousal but most of all from his revelation. 

“Now, pet,” he mused in a dark whisper, “let me give you what you want…” As he said the words your eyes widened, darkened.  You wetted your lips and he stepped closer, placed himself between your legs and licked your neck, kissed your collarbone one after the other. His lips moved down, down, down. Over your heaving chest, he gave each nipple harsh lick before moving on as you writhed yet again beneath him. He kissed a line from your chest down to your groin and you tensed. Your climax still loomed unbearably close. Pulsed through you. Your pounding heart and racing pulse made you hot all over. 

“Such delicate taste,” he murmured as he gave your lower belly a single kiss before moving down to where you wanted him the most, where you needed him the most. Never before had he let his mouth travel so far down. Never before had he graced your aching sex with his lips and tongue. Never before had you felt such a lovely sensation. 

“Now, pet, you may speak as you need.” And those were the words of warning, the words of warning about what was to come. He only uttered those words to you when he was about to give you something ravishingly lovely. You tensed all over as his mouth set to work. Unprepared for the onslaught, the sensations, the heat and ferocity he devoured you. Prompted you, teased you. It was devilishly hellish and splendid. Splendid in so many ways that it took away everything else. 

You fumbled around at the peak of the mountain in total darkness as you rose higher and higher, standing on your tippy-toes as the storm claimed you. He claimed you. He grabbed you and threw you fo the mountain with such power that you fell for eternity as your climax claimed you. Caressed you like the wind, wet your skin like rain, cradled you like a heavy fog. You screamed his name, not his chosen title, his name. Not Master but Severus. 

You panted, writhed, buckled and shook as the climax crashed over you again and again, over and over. It seemed to never end, an endless fall of pure pleasure. You cried, you hollered his name as a wolf howled towards the full moon, you tugged against the bonds that held you and being unable to close your legs made the climax that much more intense. It rocked you to your core and you had to close your eyes shut to focus on the feeling. 

Hs cold hands deftly undid the ties, first around your ankles and then around your wrists. You were spent but all you could feel was the need to touch him. To feel his skin under the palms of your hands. So you reached for him. But was met with only empty air. You opened your eyes and he was no longer on the bed with you. No longer between your legs and you had missed the chance to touch his skin. That near-white, lovely skin was beyond your reach has he slipped his shirt back on. 

“Severus,” you said weakly, “please… I’ve-” “I know you have waited, your patience has been perfect,” he said dismissively and you recoiled from his words. Had you not given everything? Had you not bound yourself to him in every way you could? Had you not given up all other pleasures to be only his, to use as he wished? Had you not done everything he asked? 

You felt broken where you laid on the bed, spent and shaking. He seemed unruffled and as collected as always. As if it was a mere game, as you were a toy to be played with when he pleased only to be put back in a box when he was done. You felt used. Had you not come to love him these past months you would have walked away. 

Had you not loved him as you now did you would have hated his guts. You would have screamed and yelled. You would have left and never come back. But you loved him, the wicked man now fully dressed had captured your heart like none other had ever managed. He had you bound, the ropes he used was just a physical aspect of it and they meant nothing compared to the chains he shackled your heart with. 

“Severus, I-” you whimpered and he turned to look at you. It silenced you instantly. His onyx eyes swirled and danced, his lips tightly pressed together and his jaw was tensed. You wanted to tell him that you had fallen form him. That you loved him. That you were truly bound to him. You wanted to tell him how you longed for him, his touch and to touch him. Above all to give him pleasure like he countless times had done for you. 

“Please, let me do for you what you do for me. Please,” you pleaded as you tried to get up from bed but your body wouldnät obey. Your muscles were drained of power and you couldn’t manage to get off the bed; so you sat on its edge. He arched an eyebrow towards you yet said nothing. You felt it, you could feel - all the way into your bones - that he knew you were his. He knew you loved him. He knew. 

He stepped closer; oh so slowly he shortened the distance between you. “I am not as easy as you think,” he said with a harsh tone as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face so he could look at you. “I am not so easy to love as you wish,” he continued, “I am not one who loves.” You swallowed, hard. He searched your eyes and you willingly let him see it all. 

You both were still for a long moment, time seemed to slow as your breathing evened out slowly. “But I am, I am one who loves. For me, you are easy to love,” you said with a hoarse voice as you choked on your own need to cry for him. He huffed but you wouldn’t break the eye contact you had. You kept his gaze firmly in yours. Unyielding. Something change then. In him. His face softened ever so slightly. 

“You are a good pet,” he mused with a salacious grin, “and I will be your master for as long as I please.” His words were harsh, darkness coiled around him as if the shadows were his friends. Your stomach twisted, yet your heart kept pounding for him. “However,” he then said with a new voice, one you had not heard before, “you might find, with patience as you seem to have, that I can be more.” He gave your lips one, soft kiss and you felt as though you would combust right then and there. 

Never had his lips been anywhere on your face. It was one of the rules. Never had he gone above your jawline and never had your lips been anywhere on him - ever. Something in you shifted, melted and froze. The chains he had on your heart rattled and clinked as they solidified. “Patience, I have plenty of… For you, master.” 

So, this is new for me, writing a fic based solely on the sexual aspect without softness. My Severus is usually soft and sweet, loving and caring for his one and only you (so to speak). But I had this idea in my mind that he could be harsh yet adoring, dark and domineering yet still have a softness to him. I hope I managed to make the idea justice ^^ 

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Imagine:

Snape being insecure and jealous because you are the most popular student in Hogwarts because of your beauty, but yet you still chose him. ~

You walked inside the Great Hall, greeting students who greeted her first, you were also being fancied by many male students such as the Weasley Twins, Cedric Diggory, and the Slytherin Prefect... You didn’t know his name because he was foul git (In your own opinion.) But, you eyes were only on one person. Just the one! Professor Severus Snape.  You sat down on the Gryffindor Table, getting some food on your plate and ate some pancakes and bacon. You loved food. No matter who takes your food, you will kill them right there and then. But, while you were eating, you were giving side glances to the Potions Professor until you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You sighed and quickly turned around to see Cedric Diggory, holding a a flower that he got from the courtyard.

“Good morning, Y/N! How are you doing?” He greeted, using his fingers to comb your hair behind your ear and slid the flower to your ear. You gave him a sincere smile, “Thank you, Cedric... I am doing well. You?” You asked kindly, fixing your gaze on Professor Snape who was continuously rolling his eyes. You sighed, knowing that he was jealous that many male students are flirting on you.

“I was wondering that you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me!” “I don’t thi-”

“She said yes! Let’s go!” Cedric shouted in the Great Hall, you widened your eyes and tried to deny but it was too late. Cedric was smart.  You looked at Severus, who was glaring at you and stood up from his chair, leaving the Great Hall with anger filled in his eyes. He quickly glared at Cedric, which made Cedric move away from the Professor, he gave you a quick smile and left with his friends. You sighed and went to your classes.

~ You debated whether you should have went to Hogsmeade. But, you did. Unknowingly, Severus Snape was following you secretly. He saw Cedric approaching you, giving a quick peck on your cheek, he smiled when you gently pushed him away. He watched how you and Cedric were 4 feet away from each other, but still... He felt insecure. Then, it was time to go home. When Severus walked a tiny bit closer to you and Cedric, he heard the conversation. “Do you want to date?” Cedric kindly asked... Severus wanted to hear your response. “No. I am in love with this man, he is everything to me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but him. But, Cedric... You will find the one! I promise.” You rejected him, but yet... Cedric accepted it and gave you a warm hug. He then left you after you asked him to leave you alone because you had to do something. Suddenly, Severus watched you as you went into a dark alleyway in Hogsmeade. He followed you, of course. “So, how long have you been following me?” You quickly turned around to face him. Severus quickly blushed and looked down from you, giving you a peck on the cheek. You giggled and brushed his hair, making it fluffy. You loved Severus so much, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Severus just missed your touch, “I don’t deserve you...” He whispered under his breath after the kiss.

“But, I do...” You answered with a smirk on your face. You kissed him, again. 

[cooking-manna]

Joven Severus Snape x Reader - Comida de piedra y alguien pide un deseo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/G1nvbJwTnab

Este es el segundo capítulo pero antes de este hay un prólogo que no resubo aquí. En él aclaro cosas actuales y futuras de la historia para enterarte de todo mejor. Créeme, no tiene pérdida x’’D Byebye Petter~

Introducción: ¿Qué pasaría si una tercera chica se hubiera encontrado con Lily y Severus de niños antes de Hogwarts? ¿Habría influenciado en algo a sus vidas? ¿Y si esa chica es una Hufflepuff mas callada que una piedra? La historia inicia poco antes del primer año escolar de esta generación, en el 1971 Como el título dice es un Snape x Lector, pero... ¿Cómo si es un hufflepuff? Si quieres ver que les lleva a unirse a pesar de sus diferencias sigue leyendo ;3

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Submissions

I will be taking requests for severus snape stories :)

[hirukochan]

I’d love to request something if you don’t mind I think your writing would be perfect for an interrogation type dynamic the reader has some type of information that snape needs and he essentially edges, teases and all that good stuff too the reader until they give in.

I don’t know if that’s too much but i absolutely love your work and think you’d transform it in to something soooooo good

Took me a bit - I've written something similar during spy training in Your tears are of no relevance to me and wanted to mix it up a bit - I'm not sure I achieved that but I like it anyway xD.

I hope you like it too!

Ministry Documents

Severus SnapexReader

Words: 3415

Warnings: Um....non-con. Because it's an interrogation (duh)...Dark!Snape, reader has a vagina, edging (duh²), rough sex....yeah, I guess that is it.

Summary: You are the Senior Undersecretary to Minister Scrimgeour and Snape a Death Eater who wants senstive information from you.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard!” You shout and tug at the restraints around your wrists behind your back. You put your entire weight into it, but all it archives is the chair you’re tied to scooting over the ground with a sharp screech that makes the insides of your ears contract.

“And who’s going to stop me?” He laughs, glowering, deep and taunting.

“You always were one nasty piece of shit, Snape!”

“Ohhh noo…the woman I drugged and tied to her chair in her own fucking office is mean to me!” He says in a whiny mock voice. “How will I ever recover?” Snape appears in your line of sight and braces his hands against the backrest of your chair, just above your shoulders. 

He is grinning, bearing his yellow, crooked teeth. An evil glimmer shines in his dark eyes, half obscured by curtains of greasy black hair.

“You won’t get away with this! I am the senior undersecretary to Minister Rufus Scrimgeour! If you think you can just-”

“I repeat my question: Who’s going to stop me? You didn’t even notice the sedative in your tea, sweetheart.” He straightens back up and slowly undoes the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up. “This is how it will go. I will ask you questions and you will answer them. We don’t need to make this ugly - after all we don’t want anybody knowing you’ve betrayed the Ministry, right? How nonsensical to use you for information once and only once.” He shakes his head and moves on to his left sleeve. “If you are a good girl and answer my question I will reward you.”

“And if not?” You scoff. “I won’t talk, Snape! I work directly under the Minister - we are trained for these things!”

“I am certain you think you are trained to withstand interrogation…”

“Go ahead and kill me - don’t waste your time. I won’t talk.”

“That’s what they always say.” Snape hums. He folds his sleeve over one more time and twists his arm. The flickering light from the candles strewn around the room hits his inner underarm and you clench your teeth, glaring at the jet black mark blemishing Snape’s pale skin.

You knew it. You knew it back in school and you knew it when you were just a small, faceless employee keeping track of paperwork at his trial after You-Know-Who’s fall.

Severus Snape is a Death Eater.

You don’t care for Dumbledore’s talks of repentance and character growth or whatever the fuck he said at that trial.

Snape is not a changed man.

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply through your nose, preparing yourself for the torture that is no doubt going to follow.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Be a good girl and tell me where the documents are.”

“I won’t tell you no matter what torture you show up with! You people will fail! You’ll lose because you are hateful, small minded, disgusting terrorists!”

“Torture? Oh sweetheart, He would not have send me here to torture you. I told you. We want to continue using your intel. Nobody will know we ever spoke.” He catches a strand of your hair between his fingers, brushing his knuckle over your cheek on purpose. You try to pull away, to escape his touch, but you are only reminded of the ropes digging into your skin. “Mhh..you always were a pretty thing.” He hums and leans down closer. The tips of his hair tickle your face. “And I always did wonder how you’d taste.” You can’t breathe. Your mind is racing. From fear to confusion, to trying to decipher his words back to searching for a way out. 

You scream. It’s late, whatever vile concoction Snape dumped into your tea it made you fall asleep at your desk and since the workload recently has been insane it’s not the first time that happens to you so your assistant would not suspect anything of it.

Snape just chuckles. 

“Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come to save you either. Where are the documents?”

You don’t respond. You’re fighting tears and the bitter taste in your mouth that comes from considering to just give Snape the documents and save your own skin.

You could.

Nobody would know.

No. No you won’t. This is bigger than you. This is about the kind of world you’ll be living in in the future and you don’t want to see a world in which You-Know-Who rules!

“I’ll tell you nothing!” Snape looks like he got exactly the answer he was looking for. Like a little child on Christmas morning.

He gips the leg of your chair and pulls it over the floor, turning it to face away from your desk and the door. You let out a surprised shriek.

“I was hoping you’d say that. How boring to just get what I came here without playing a little first, hm?”

“Play-” Your pathetic stuttering is cut short by Snape straddling your thighs. His weight is crushing, his proximity uncomfortable. His hand closes around your throat and Snape smashes his lips against yours. You squeak and struggle against him. His grip around your throat tightens. Tears burn in your eyes.

Snape hums, a sound full of dark satisfaction and pleasure. His tongue flicks over your lips and you press them together harder. He spreads his saliva over your lips, slimy and warm. With his free hand he grabs your face and forces your jaw open to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t breathe. Between his hard kiss and pressure on your throat you are trapped in an empty space between living and dying.

“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He coos as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let go of your face. You struggle and try to close your mouth but Snape is entirely unbothered by it or your unintelligible protest. He pulls out a small vial from his robes and unstoppers it with his mouth before pouring its contents into your mouth and pressing his hand over it, pinching your nose at the same time.

“Be a good girl and swallow for daddy, yes?” He says mockingly. You want to scream, but that would only cause the liquid to slip down your throat, but keeping it in your mouth would surely make your body absorb its active ingredients as well, right?

Shit, you were never good in potions, but you know that Snape is a bloody genius.

Your breath runs out. You tear at the restraints but Snape just laughs. Tears run over your cheek. You close your eyes and swallow.

“There you go.” He chuckles and removes his hands. You gasp and greedily fill your lungs with sweet sweet air - so much so you even forget to think about what that stuff was that he made you swallow.

You are not left wondering for long.

Heat grows in your lower abdomen like a wild beast woken from its hibernation by a stupid knight wanting to kill it, thinking in his immeasurable arrogance that he’d have a chance.

“Aww, are we having trouble, sweetheart?” Snape taunts. That evil glimmer in his eyes flares. 

You are fucked.

You know you are fucked, but you are also stubborn. 

You bite your lip and ignore what’s happening to your body. The heat, the burning, undying, deafening need tearing through your cunt with the force of an unforgivable.

Snape laughs again, clearly enjoying the expression of realisation and horror in your eyes.

“So, sweetheart. Be a good girl and I’ll give you precisely what it is you’re craving.”

You shake your head.

“No?” He pouts and somehow even that looks sadistic on his face. He licks his lips, his eyes darting over your body. He snaps his fingers. You scream, but Snape quickly covers your mouth with his hand. 

“None of that.” He says. “How silly. I’ve already told you nobody will hear you. You’ll only piss me off and that should be the last thing you want to do right now. Let’s see…” He scoots backwards on your thighs ever so slightly to have a better look at your body. Your naked body. You groan with the pain of his weight crushing your much smaller form. The wool of his clothes scrapes over your skin and sends shivers and prickles straight to your core.

“Mhhh…what a nice body you’ve kept hidden under these robes.”

“Stop-” You croak, staring at him through your cloudy eyes. 

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet, but if you tell me where those documents are I will.” You clench your teeth and shake your head. Snape hums thoughtfully. He cups your breast and you give a small jerk, more at the tingling sensation of his touch, than your horror at him touching you.

A simple touch should not feel so good-

You rip your eyes open and stare at Snape. A pleased expression breaks through the mocking sneer.

“Yes, sweetheart. The potion I gave you enhances all sensations. Pleasure…” He presses his thumb against your nipple, squeezing your breast gently, almost tender. “And pain.” He pinches your nipple and the pain of it explodes in your body and turns to an all consuming inferno of misery and you scream, throwing your head back with the force of it.

As soon as it started it stops. Snape rubs the assaulted nub and makes an apologetic tsk sound.

“If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. If you decide to be a haughty little bitch I will.”

You take deep breaths, each one rattling with fear. You wet your lips and consider Snape’s face. This man is nothing like the greasy, neglected, insecure boy you’d see in the corridors from far away. His mere presence commands respect and deference.

“I can’t tell you.” You whisper. “I’d be fucked if I tell you.”

Snape clicks his tongue. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You won’t be if you don’t.” He doesn’t give you time to process those words. His hand leaves your breast and drops between your legs, spread slightly due to the way he tied your feet to the legs of your chair. 

You can’t press your lips closed fast enough to suppress the utterly pathetic whimper that escapes you as soon as his calloused digit rubs over your clit.

Snape didn’t lie. The potion enhances all sensation.

Within seconds you feel like dying. Snape expertly guides you towards the edge, whispering promises of wonderful pleasure, of highs made up of pure ecstasy and lows made of thundering release. He shows you the way, presents the abyss as though you were a tourist in your own body and he the native.

You cry from horror and pleasure and thrash in your bounds and wish for it to end but also never stop.

You take a step forward, one testing motion, the abyss calls out to you, angels part the clouds and show their heavenly faces and sing their harmonies and you scream because yesyesyes-

Snape yanks you back.

You open your tear-clouded eyes and it takes a second for them to be able to focus on Snape. He is grinning.

“Where are the documents?”

“I hate you.” You pant. He shrugs and closes his lips around his glistening fingers. He hums. “Your cunt tastes even sweeter.”

“You disgust me!”

“Oh keep going, sweetheart. Toss your venom at me like I care.” Snape lets out a grading, cruel chuckle. “Though you might want to put some more heart in it. After all - I am used to people hating me.”

“Is that what this is about? Fuck! Snape, school’s over. Get the fuck over it!” Anger flashes over his face. He grabs your throat and pulls you as close as the bounds allow, causing the ropes to dig into your skin harshly and your shoulders to strain against the unnatural angle.

“The documents.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” He cups your sex roughly, pushing two fingers inside you with no warning and presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He keeps masterfully bringing you as close to the edge as humanly possible. He keeps pushing and pulling, forcing your body to submit to him - all the while watching you with perverse satisfaction. Like he is enjoying making you accept the pleasure he can bring you. Everytime he brings you closer to your orgasm and every time your stupid little brain thinks that maybe, maybe he’ll make you cum this time and every single time he doesn’t.

He raises you up and up and up towards bliss and release and ecstasy and every time he lets go of you and you plummet down into deep dark nothing. 

You shiver and tremble, cry and thrash against the restraints and Snape laughs. Everytime he denies you your release he’ll ask “Where are the documents?” in that soft, almost apologetic tone of voice. And every time you will not tell him, but your resistance shrivels further.

Your biting venom trickles out to a displeased rainfall until it’s a sobbing, heaving, pathetic mess.

You are limp in your restraints. The muscles in your thighs tremble from exertion and your tears have run dry, leaving only the messed up, dark residue of your mascara on your cheeks.

You take a shuddering breath, that is cut short by a sob. Snape is thrusting his fingers lazily into your sore, twitching cunt.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“N-no-” You whimper.

“Is this job worth it? Come one…you are suffering…let me relieve you.”

“I’m- i’m not keeping you- you are-” You bite your lip in hopes it’ll stop you from further embarrassing you.

“But you are.” He says softly and brushes a sweat soaked strand of hair out of your face. “My master would not be very happy with me if I were to return without the documents, hm? I want to help you. I want to let you cum. Be a good girl and I can.”

“No-”

“Such potential. Truly wasted on the Ministry. Does the Minister even know about all the work you put in, hm? Does he even appreciate it?”

“Nnhh- mh- please-” Did you just- 

The corners of Snape’s mouth curl and it breaks through his mask of care of sympathy with ugly self-satisfaction and sadistic gratification.

“Yes?”

“Please- please I need-”

“Where are the documents?”

“No-”

Snape thrusts his fingers harder into you, curling them at the same time and pushing up and he hits that sweet sweet spot with expert skill and you cry out and shake your head, squirming underneath him.

Snape leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against your sweat-soaked temple.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll let you cum all over my cock like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, even the memory charm I’ll use on you won’t be enough to make you forget how hard you came for me.”

“-no…”

“Face it, your colleagues would not fight as hard for you. The Ministry has been doomed to fall and crumble to ashes for a while. We are everywhere, sweetheart. We have already infiltrated the Ministry. We are in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We’re in every position of power that matters. The Ministry will fall, the Minister will die. It’s your choice whether you die with them.”

“Please-”

“I know, I know.” He purrs and strokes your hair. “You need to cum, don’t you? You’ve been doing so well…You’ve been withstanding me beautifully. But you’re tired, aren’t you? Nobody will ever know you’ve told me. Let me make you cum, make it so I can allow you to rest, hm?” You inch towards your orgasm again and Snape stops his torturous attention.

“Behind the painting.” You whimper. Your voice uneven and croaky.

“Behind the painting?” Snape repeats in such an oddly soft and caring voice and you actually believe him that he doesn’t like doing this to you. You nod. He gets up and your legs scream in relief. The chair under you is wet with your arousal and sweat and your thighs are chafed from the friction of Snape moving on top of you.

Snape goes to the painting and taps it a couple of times with his wand. It swings open and reveals a hidden safe. 

“Only you can open it, I assume?” You nod, weak and tired, exhausted and yet painfully on edge. Snape flicks his wand at you and the restraints disappear. He motions for you to come to him. You do, but your legs feel like jelly and protest against movement after being confined for so long.

You place your hand against the safe. It recognises your magic and the internal mechanisms start working, rattling and clicking before the door finally pops open. Snape rummages through it, while you hold onto the file cabinet to not fall.

“Very good.” He says as he flips through a folder. He shrinks it with his wand and stuffs it into his pocket. “What a good girl.” Snape seizes you by your upper arms and you slump against him. He catches your lips in a feral, claiming kiss that you are too tired and weak to either fight - or worse - reciprocate. He turns you both around and slams your back against the wall, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. You can’t wrap your legs around him or hold onto him. His weight against yours is the only thing keeping you pinned to the wall and your mind is too far gone to be afraid of falling.

Snape makes quick work of his belt and even quicker of shoving his cock into you. He groans and slams his hips into yours with brutal force. You squeak and limply put your hands on his shoulders.

“A good girl that has earned herself some cock, what do you say?” He grunts. “Isn’t this much better?”

“Snape-” You moan and drop your head against the wall. You can’t even shudder under the force of your orgasm that finally finally is allowed to take your body over, spreading through your entire being, burning hot like molten lava. 

Snape pounds into you, grunting and groaning and whispering filthy praise and you whimper and whine with what little life you have left in you.

He makes you cum two more times on his cock, but by the second your eyes keep falling shut against your will and your hands slide down from his shoulders, over his chest.

“We’ll get along just grand won’t we, sweetheart? Yes, you might not remember any of this, but I will come back and when you see me it all will come back to you.” His thrusts falter and he pulls out of you, letting you slip down the wall until you’re a trembling, boneless mess to his feet.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back, pumping his cock, his cockehead pressed against your lips. You force your eyes open and look up, meeting the dark, stormy gaze of Snape. He is smirking.

“We’ll have a lot of fun.” He says and then he cums, smearing his cum all over your lips and cheek and then the world goes black.

You wake up in your bed, sitting up straight. You feel weird. Like you had a nightmare you can’t quite remember, but the bad feeling lingers, following you back into the waking world. You run your hands over your face and groan.

Your assistant is right. You are working too much. All this stress isn’t good for you. You still have vacation days left…perhaps you should take them. You never wanted to out of fear of letting down your colleagues but they don’t share that opinion, do they? Why should you work yourself to death while they don’t….

You scribble a note on a piece of parchment and whistle. Your owl flutters into your bedroom. You tie the letter to her leg and she flutters through the window.

You’ve earned a vacation. 

You lie back down, wondering what you did to feel sore? Your knickers feel damp too and you have a weird taste in your mouth.

Maybe you’re coming down with a fever. You always have weirdly erotic dreams when you get sick….yes that must be it.

You close your eyes and let exhaustion and tiredness take you.

[severussnaperevived]

Content: NSFW, Severus Snape, student with professor, Severus Snapexreader

You walk towards professor Snapes office with butterflies in your stomach, you haven't been able to stop thinking about what had taken place in the shower between you two. You reach his office and knock on the door, "enter" says professor Snape.

You slowly open the door and walk inside closing the door behind you, professor Snape stands up and waves his wand locking the door behind you, he walks over to you placing his hands on your waist and picks you up and places you on his desk, "professor" you say, he places his finger on your lips and says "when we are alone it is Severus" you nod in response, you place your hand on his cheek before kissing him passionately.

You feel his hand slip under your top to rest on your breast, "no bra, such a naughty girl" he says, you smile at him before beginning to unbutton his top, he smirks at you and with a wave of his wand you are both naked, you look down at his twitching cock and bite your lip, "lie down" he says, you obey his command, you feel his hand on your thigh and his breath on your clitoris, you begin to get excited as you figure out what it about to happen.

You begin to feel a pleasure that you have never felt before, a feeling you now know you will crave again, his tongue playing with your clit gives you so much pleasure that you couldn't believe was possible, suddenly you feel his tongue slide inside you "Severus I'm going to cum Soon" you say, "cum for me" he says still between your legs, "I want to cum on your cock" you reply.

He stands up suddenly, lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside you, "fuck that feels so good" you say, he picks you up off the desk and you wrap your legs around his waist, you feel your back hit the wall, he begins to pound into you roughly, he begins kissing your neck and whispers "I'm going to fuck you every chance we get" you look him in the eyes and he gives you a smirk before kissing you, "I'm so close" you say, Severus grunts at you in response unable to reply as he it about to cum, you suddenly your orgasm and he cums inside you.

You both cuddle for a bit before getting dressed, Severus hands you a small vile "this will prevent pregnancy" he says, "thanks" you say giving him a small smile, he takes your hand and looks into your eyes "it's up to you, I personally would find it a privilege if you would like to have a child with me, no one likes me let alone has sex with me so you may be my only chance of having a family" he says, you smile at him and say "I would love that" before handing back the vile and kissing him passionately.

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Secret in Forbidden Forest”

Student Y/N has a detention with Snape.

But in that journey, a secret was revealed.

Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/1305530887-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%C2%A7-secret-in-forbidden

[deepperplexity]

A/N: Pt.2 of Train Ticket Madness [pt.1]  - Imagine request by avisfortunae @ Wattpad: "I wonder if Snape has ever been on the internet?" 

Summary: You went with professor Snape on the train, and then a bus - all the time the air bristled with the tension between you both and when you finally arrived at his home you felt overwhelmed and lacking. But he puts those thoughts out of your mind, and the darker side of you comes crawling out with a need to submit. Enticed by his commanding presence. As your mind betrays your thought of him as a master - in the bedroom - he gives you a nickname. Only for you...

Pairing: Snape x Muggleborn Reader

Setting: First a muggle train, then a muggle bus and finally Snapes home 

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │ (e/c) - Eye Colour │(s/c) - Skin Colour │

Word Count: 5083 (yeah, a bit long but...)

Warnings: PG15, Swear Words, Sexual content, Soft Dominance

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

The train bumped along, thudding and squeaking noises could be heard from time to time. But you could not hear it. You did not notice the bumping or the people getting on and off, on and off, finding seats, standing around, walking by. No, you noticed none of them. No other person mattered; only the man sitting beside you. 

Your knees were touching; however, he did not spare you a single glance. He hadn't since you both had sat down on the worn-down seats of the smelly train. You could not find any words to utter, neither did he speak. There was only a thick silence between you - like a heavy fog settling in for the night. What do I do now?

The thought had you frozen. Unmoving. You barely even blinked, afraid to miss the moment he would look at you; acknowledge you in some way. But he did not. The train ride seemed to go on an on and you still weren't sure why he did not just apparate? He could, could he not? You could so why would the amazing professor be unable to? I don't understand, we literally could skip this whole damn train ride and just go instantly where ever you want to- "It is not that simple." His sudden words made you yelp and jump a bit, unprepared for the gruff voice sounding so close to your ear. 

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, "You may not know this, but there are people who would gladly keep tabs on my whereabouts. Using magic to travel leaves traces. Traces I would rather avoid at this particular moment." You hung on to every word he uttered in that low rumble of a voice and he was right, you didn't know and you had no clue as to why he would want to keep his whereabouts secret. How would one even trace him? He's not underaged, he doesn't have the Trace on him? 

"There are other ways..." he growled, "illegal, yes, but these people, do not care about such things." You shrunk in your seat, perhaps because how heavy his presence suddenly got or because his voice felt like a weighted blanket. "I, don't understand," you said with a low voice. He just huffed and shifted his gaze away from you. No explanation came and the silence-fog laid thick around you once again. 

You had left the train, you scurried behind him as he took larger, longer, quicker strides than you were used to. You walked slightly behind him through the little station; all around you people were on their way somewhere - their destinations clear in their minds. Yours was not. You had no idea where you were heading - still you followed Severus like a lost little puppy. Just happy to be close to him. 

His billowing coat was like a storming cloud on a windy moonlit night. You took care not to touch it, afraid of what the fabric would have felt like. Afraid of breaking the little spell you held on to; the little spell that kept him with you, allowed you to be close to him. You peered up towards his face, half-hidden behind the black hair the surrounded his head like curtains. What I'd do to run my hands through it... You scolded yourself for allowing your thoughts to wander again. He can read you mind stupid! 

You both stepped into a red bus, he led the way but stepped aside once you were near all the way back in the bus - he nodded with his head for you to sit in the seat closes to the window. As you were moving towards the seat you brushed up against his chest. You could have sworn that you felt his heart pound beneath those layers of fabric. 

Your cheeks blushed slightly, he arched his brow in that oh so gorgeous way and you looked at him through your lashes for a mere second before taking your seat. Your heart raced, your pulse roared in your ears and his divine smell reached you despite all other smells trying to invade your nose. You breathed in a long, steadying breath through your nose as you hoped he didn't realise what you were doing. Sage, peppermint and that smell that was all him filled you. Made you tingle in places nobody else had ever reached. Without physical touch.

The bus rolled into traffic and that silence became heavier for every stop you passed. His knee touched yours a few times and each time a jolt went through your body as if the stormcloud had released lightning. Breathe (y/n). Just breathe, you told yourself over and over as small beads of sweat were misting the skin of your neck. He was so close, to close, yet not close enough. 

I don’t even know where we are going… I’m such an idiot! Yes, by all means just follow the growling man with the extreme presence and let him take you where ever he pleases because you are nothing more than a little puppy happily wagging your tail for you master! MASTER?! Where the fuck did that come from? Your cheeks blushed and you hid your face from him by looking out the window. But you could feel how your face, ears and chest were burning up with - well embarrassment, yes but, excitement too perhaps? 

You hade struggled for the last 30 minutes with your thoughts, his presence, his smell, the jolting and burning sensations that seemed to have travelled all through your body. “We’re here,” he said and the low rumbling that was his voice caressed you like a night breeze. You nodded and trailed after him out of the bus. You had no clue where you were. You had never been in that town but the bus stop sign said ‘Cokeworth End’ at least so you were still in the town he had bought train tickets for - when did he have time to buy them? I left, he came straight after me? No? You pondered about the tickets for a mere moment.

His hand landed at the small of you back - you were instantly electrocuted by jolts of all kinds of emotions. Your body went stiff, rigid, and at the same time, it felt as though you melted. Somewhere deep inside something was soothed by that simple little placement of his hand. That tiny touch that was all new to you. “This way,” he said and gave you a little nudge. You needed that little push as you were apparently frozen in place. All thought going towards that large hand steering you softly but swiftly.  

You walked in a brisk pace, between houses and along some wider streets. All houses looked the same. The air was thick and heavy; but not in a good way. Dark clouds loomed above your heads and everything seemed to be dampened. At some point, Severus’s hand had started to push a bit harder, “Quickly,” he had murmured and you obliged. Where are we even- “Here,” he said and it interrupted your thoughts. 

He stepped up a few steps and unlocked a black door. In to a house, a home. No, wait? No fucking way! His house?! What the- I can’t be here! Alone. With. With him?! I can’t, I can’t be here! Your thoughts rushed and you took one step back. Severus turned around. His face harsh, his skin looked paler and those deep onyx eyes were swirling with some unknown emotion. Something you had never seen in those eyes before but much like that expression he had worn in the tunnel over two hours ago. Horror, it looked like horror and fear. It made you gulp. 

“Inside,” he huffed, “please…” he added with a clipped yet softer voice. You shook your head, I can’t go in there! That’s his house, his home! It’s not for me to enter! The conflicting emotions you held about wanting to enter, wanting to see, wanting to smell and sense the imposing man’s home battled with the fear of entering, the fear of crossing a line, the fear of being alone with him in the comfort of his own home. “Inside,” Severus said once more and gripped your arm, he hauled you inside with one harsh movement - yet it didn’t hurt and his grip was not too tight. Just assertive. 

His home was small yet had enough space for all comforts of a home from what you could see. You were, in all honesty, a bit overwhelmed. You looked around, your eyes wide as they took in as much of the home as you possibly could. From the worn carpet on the floor to the somewhat dusty lamp in the ceiling, from the paintings hanging on the walls to the books stacked just about everywhere. There were trinkets, vials, bottles and what you believed to be jars of different potions ingredients on every available space. 

But the house was not cluttered not dirty. It wasn’t unorganized our messy. There was order and everything was neatly placed. “Your, your home…” you mumbled and the chuckle that sounded from behind you made you turn. He was looking at you, his eyes bored into your own. Onyx coloured to your (e/c) ones. “Do not look so surprised. Despite rumours, I do not dwell in a dungeon. Neither do I live my life completely bound to Hogwarts. I do have a life besides my work and I do have a home besides my quarters at the school.” His voice rumbled and bounced against the walls in the little hallway. 

Your head hung slightly, you had not meant to offend him. That thought had not even occurred to you. YOu had never listened to rumours like that when you attended Hogwarts. “(y/n),” he said and to hear him say your name reminded you of that little puppy once more. You eagerly looked up at him, had you had a tail it would most likely have been wagging. Wagging ridiculously. 

He took a step towards you, you took a step back - why? You had no idea. He intimidated you, made your brain stupid, your fingers restless and you skin burn with a longing to touch and be touched. He halted, as did you. Your arms came up and wrapped around yourself. “Do not be afraid,” he said and his voice was soft. Yes, soft. It rumbled but softly like soft waves caressing a beach. You looked at his face, then your eyes wandered down. You counted the buttons and your fingers tingled with the need to unbutton them all. “I-” you had no idea what to say as your thought were invaded with thoughts of his naked skin against yours, his rough hands caressing, grabbing, stroking and exploring. 

You imagined ripping away his cravat after having untied it slowly, twelve buttons… Twelve buttons to undo… What, what would you do if I reached for you? What would you do if I wanted to undress you? Explore you? Kiss you? What would I do, if you’d let me rove over your body… Enjoy it, find it, stroke it… Love it... Your cheeks flushed. You felt hot and bothered as heat curled through your body like a hungry snake. Wrapped itself around every limb. It suffocated you. Slowly. Deliberately. 

Memories flashed in your mind. Potion class. A billowing coat. Thundering heart. Pounding between your legs. Lonely nights in the dorm. Cold eyes. Unyielding lips. Dismissive huffs. Cold shoulders. Years of denial. Years of hiding. It rushed towards and through you like galloping centaurs. You were panting. Light sweat started to mist your skin and your hands shook. 

What would you do, what would happen, if I unbuttoned those twelve buttons… If I kissed you… If I loved your body as I love your mind and soul..? “(y/n).” The single word of your name left his lips in a silent breath. It danced in the air. Your eyes grew wider as the realisation hit you. He had yet again read your mind. But before you had a chance to blush further or yell words of intrusion he stepped towards you. 

It caught you off-guard. His movements were so graceful and swift. He grabbed you, fiercely. Your body suddenly pressed against his. His cold hands landed on your body, one at the small of your back pressing you towards him, one at the nape of your neck holding you tightly to he could look straight into your wavering eyes. “Do, not, play, with me…” His words were a rush of breath - so silent yet so strong. It heated your face and his grip tightened as your own hands travelled up to his shoulders. 

“S-severus, this is, this is wrong.” Your words stilled him, his body seemingly frozen. “Why?” he simply asked without letting you go. You stuttered but pressed out the words. “We were student and professor, your amazing and wonderful in every sense, I have longed for you since; since forever and you… You…” Tears pricked at your eyes and he placed a soft, oh so feather-light, kiss on your forehead. “We were. Not any longer. My feelings for you, this, is not new. It is ancient as the world. It has been forever and will be forever. My affection and want for you are unparalleled,” he said before leaning slightly back so you could see all of his face. The hooked nose, the thin mouth, the harch lines and the dark circles under his eyes. It all was perfection, to you. 

You could not fathom what he was saying, how could his feelings for you be ancient? How could it be as old as the world itself? It confused you to no end but at the same time, you were filled to the brink of explosion with joy and relief. “Severus…” you mumbled his name and he gave you another one of those smiles. I just want you to kiss me, kiss me and be done with it… “No, (y/n), we will never be done. But we will begin,” he said and you had no time to collect yourself before his lips were pressed to yours. His grip hard and firm, his pounding heart could be felt against your own chest as he pressed himself into you. 

Jolt after jolt travelled through you. Your hands snagged in his hair, he was moving you backwards. You did not care. You feasted on his lips as if you were a starving dog given a chunk of meat. No, no you were feasting on him as a puppy would lick its master when he came home - with joy and excitement.  ...like you were my master… The thought rolled through you and Severus broke the kiss. You whimpered at the loss of contact. “Call me that again and we won’t make it to the bedroom,” he warned gravely and your face heated as your legs felt unsteady. “Get out of my mind…” you breathed while panting form the kiss. 

He growled and lunged for your lips again. You took every stroke and lick of his lips, every press was answered eagerly by you. It was no secret to you that part of your love for him was his power, his presence, his way of being. It was a big part of him and that domineering, harsh part of him was what had lured you in from the beginning. You; sensitive, soft, kind (y/n) had been bound to a grim, unyielding, brutal man of seemingly never-ending darkness. You were frightened yet enthralled by the man. You feared his darkness yet knew that there could be no dark without light and the darker the shadow the brighter the light behind it. 

You were moving again, up some stairs, you stumbled several times yet he held you firmly - kept you from falling. His strength was unyielding and your body was light to him. “Severus…” you panted as he opened a door behind you with a slight squeak. “Hush,” he said and kissed you yet again but this time he travelled down your chin and landed on your throat. The warmth of his lips was searing. The bedroom was dark and you could barely make out any details. Not that you even tried. You were too occupied by him. His lips, his hands, his breathes. 

He pulled at your jacket, you shed it on the floor. Your shirt was next, he didn’t even bother with he buttons as he just ripped it open to expose your (s/c) skin to him. “Your beautiful,” he murmured and kissed your collarbones one by one. His hands held your hips, they were cold yet burned you. I, I can’t, I need… Like a puppy needs petting from its master I need- Severus’s growl rippled through the heavy air and he raised himself up to his full height. “Do not play with me, do not call me that unless you want to play…” His words were harsh and his eyes wicked. Ignited as you had never seen them before. You swallowed harshly. 

You fingers trailed down from his hair, over his shoulders and towards the cravat. You looked up at him through you lashes with a wicked smile. You, master, have no idea what I’ve been dreaming of… You did not say the words out loud, that was too much but in mind, you could speak however and about whatever. You were braver in your mind than in your words. He arched an eyebrow towards you, you untied the cravat and pulled it from around his neck. You tossed it behind you in hopes of it landing on the bed somewhere back there. 

“(y/n), careful now…” You gave him a small yet wicked grin as you moved to his many buttons of the frock beneath the billowing coat. You stopped before touching the first button. You instead grabbed the shoulders of the coat and pushed it off his shoulders. He let go of your hips to let the coat fall to the floor.  “Thank you,” you said softly and his hands were back on your hips. Holding you firmly. To steady you or himself you didn’t know. 

Your hands move to the first button again and slowly you began unbuttoning all twelve buttons. The tension was heavy, the aris seemed too still and no sounds were heard. As if the house was locked away somewhere - hidden somewhere no others could reach. It was just him and you. 

As you released the last button his frock coat opened fully - revealing a black shirt with more buttons. You pulled at the frock coat and it - with some force - came of him. You were panting, his chest was heaving. Your heart pounded and your own blood seemed to roar in your ears. “Don’t gawk,” he said harshly as you were indeed gawking at the many, many little buttons of his shirt. Your fingers were already feeling a bit numb and your hands were shaking. You were too aroused, too eager, you had longed for too long after this moment. It could not come fast enough for you. Fucking buttons! You roared in your head as you scowled at the black little buttons. Severus chuckled and let go of your hips. 

He pushed you slightly backwards, your calves hit the end of the bed when you stopped moving. He deftly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off together with your shoes and socks - you had no idea how he did it but you were nearly naked in an instant. He’s experienced… Too, too experienced maybe? You suddenly felt shy and scared of what was to come. You didn’t have a great deal of experience, a little but apparently not enough to satisfy him. Maybe I can’t, maybe he won’t… Maybe I’m not good enough for- “Schhh, no more. Do not belittle yourself or the pleasure I find in you, you have no idea (y/n)... No, idea,” he said harshly in a low rumbling growl. 

His words echoed in your heart and groin. You nearly whimpered as his finger stroked you jawline softly but with intent. He held your gaze for a moment before his eyes flicker to your mouth. “Lay down, pup,” he said oh so softly. You obeyed and lowered yourself down to the bed before moving upwards. He roved your body with his dark eyes, a wicked gleam to them that had not been there a moment earlier. 

He ripped open his shirt, no buttons scattered. They just slid through their holes as if obeying a command from him. You whimpered and panted as he stood before you, shirtless. His pale skin glowed form what little light came through the two windows in the room. You let your eyes linger a bit before you watched as his hands deftly undid his pants and got rid of the rest of his clothes in some swift movements that were somehow graceful. 

You wetted your lips as he stood before you in all his naked glory. He was not what you had expected. He was not what you had thought. He had a slight belly, yet his body was not fat or untrained. His thighs were wide and looked ridged. His manhood was far from what you had ever dreamt of. Not in your wildest dreams had you been able to imagine such pride of a limb. 

“Approve?” he asked with a rumble, you had no words for him. Only a nod. He gave you a small smile and took the two steps needed to arrive at the foot of the bed. “You take away all my thoughts of right, you obliterate all my walls, you, (y/n), make me a monster of lust…” His words washed over you and it felt as though they had been inside of him for a long, long time. “Spread your legs, pup,” he commanded with a soft bite to his dark voice. You obeyed instantly. 

Sweat misted your skin as he crawled up between your legs. He kissed end nibbled, licked and stroked with his lips and tongue. You whimpered and bucked as he reached the apex of your thighs, right by your groin. He gave you a final, soft lick before travelling up your belly. Over your chest with a light flick of his tongue over each nipple that was stiff with arousal. “Severus…” you panted as his mouth kept travelling towards you own. “Pup…” he breathed against your cheek, “look at me…” You moved your head and looked at him as one of his cold hands travelled up the side of your body and the other kept him steady by the side of your head. 

“Say it, once more. I’ll listen to your mind…” He said, seemingly he understood that in actual words you were not as brave, not as strong or vulgar. But in mind, you could tell him, you could ask him. You could say the things your dark side longed to utter. Love with me, touch me, connect with me in every way physically possible… Master… Your thoughts were hushed and your skin showed the heat that swirled through your veins from the thoughts, his touch, his proximity. 

He smiled; a soft yet wicked smile. His onyx eyes gleamed and seemed to turn black as he leaned in and kissed you fervently. The passion he held for you leaked through as his movements quickened. Hardened. “Mmh, pup…” he mumbled before he dove to your groin - licking, suckling, stroking and loving with his lips and tongue. You whimpered his name as he drove you towards your destination of climax. 

“Open your legs, pup.” His command was harsh and you obeyed instantly. “That’s it, good pup.” You felt embarrassed and endeared, belittled and empowered by his nickname for you in this game of dominance. He kept up his play of torture as his hands kneaded your thighs and hips. His skin misted with sweat and his breaths seemed harder and faster - just as your own were. 

Your hands fisted in his hair and he hissed as you tugged but you felt, you could simply tell, that he enjoyed your harsh grip of his black tendrils. “Severus…” you whined as he built you up, up, up. Forced you to climb higher and higher. He gave one final stroke of his tongue and left you right on the edge. Every muscle in your body was tens, every nerve ending tingled and you felt such a need for release that tears pricked your eyes. He took his sweet time to climb your body, his skin rubbing against your own as he laid atop of you. 

You pleaded, begged and writhed beneath him. Yet he gave you no release. “P-please,” you whined as tears rolled down your cheeks and he kissed them away. “Tell me you’ll stay,” he said. His voice was void of passion and heat, void from lust and feeling. It was a hollow sound that stabbed you right in the heart. Wrenched around like a rusted blade. Wha- what are you talking about? I, I don’t, what? You had no idea what he was asking you or what he wanted. You could not wrap you overheated brain around his words or his empty voice.

“Tell me you will stay, (y/n). Please,” he breathed and laid a light kiss to your temple. You shuddered as his manhood poked you. He was just as aroused as you, you could feel it. Yet he could speak with such hollowness. I will say whatever you want me to say... “I’m not asking for what I want you to say, I’m asking for you to stay, be mine, live with me. Be mine,” he growled and heat came back to his voice, passion spilt from his body like waves of heat. 

Your heart quickened. Your brain went blank. The passion coiling and writhing within you became a dull ache. The world fell away as the reality of his words hit you like a bag of bricks. “You- you want me?” you stuttered, your voice half chocked. He only nodded, he did not look at you and you felt as though he was afraid to do so. As if something would change if he did. “Is it not obvious that I want you (y/n)? Have I not bared myself for you? Brought you to my home? In to my bed…” 

His pride poked you again and it drew out a small his from you as the passion and arousal surged and came back with full force. “I will stay, forever.” You said the words with finality. There was, after all, nothing you wanted more than him. He was everything, even though you did not really know him you knew him more than most. You knew him, you felt him. He knew you, he felt you. There was something, a bond or bridge between you and nothing would be able to destroy it. I will stay with you until the end of time… Sev… You let your thoughts ring clear as the tears rolled down from a new reason

“Submit to me… Pup,” he said and the game was back. You were his, he was yours. A Master with his puppy. The idea thrilled you and you started to let him in. You submitted to him as you had never surrendered before. You gave him everything, let him take whatever he wanted as he gave you so much more in return. 

Together you climbed, him between your legs, pounding relentlessly while stroking and petting you. He gave you soft kisses and harsh licks from time to time anywhere he could reach. Higher and higher you went until there was no more space to climb, as the world fell away from underneath your feet and you both fell through a core shattering climax. He moaned your name and it was the most glorious sound you had ever heard. Unlike him, you panted his name in a rush. Too consumed by the burning sensation that filled your body and too rallied by the tensing of muscles and tingling of nerves.    

It took a long while before you could breathe again. It took even longer for your body to relax. But what took the longest was realising that you had been asked, and said yes, to stay with him. Be his. Be with him. But… what, what does that mean exactly? “It means,” you jumped slightly from his sudden words, “that I love you.” You went utterly still. Frozen. “It means, I will be yours and you will be mine.” He gave a kiss to your shoulder before he rose up on his side, supported by one arm as his other arm draped over you. “It means, we will live together and love each other in every way possible.” 

Your body tingled again, it was all so sudden and your day had been brutal and wonderful. You were tired and wiped out. He just smiled and kissed your soft cheek. “Sleep,” he said in that rumbling voice of his. But you could not follow that command. “No,” you said softly, “no I don’t want to sleep. I want to lay here with you - until today becomes tomorrow…” Fear crept through you, just in case midnight breaks this spell and I lose you forever along with anything resembling a life. 

Your thoughts were dark and Severus seemed to not be pursuing your mind at that moment as he only kissed the top of your head and pulled the cover over the both of you. You snuggle din close to him and he seemed unsure of what to do. It made you smile, “Just hold me, please,” you said softly, sweetly. “I have never done that before,” he said as he tentatively allowed you to curl up in his arms, your head against his chest. “I figured, don’t worry, you’re already doing it perfectly…” You mumbled as you felt that post-climax heaviness take over your body. Perhaps I’ll sleep, just, just for a moment… 

You fell asleep in Severus’s arms, to the steady thumping of his heart and his strong arms wrapped protectively around you. You could have sworn that you felt him smile right as sleep claimed you. Right as you left reality only to be disappointed by your dreams since nothing could compare to your reality now.

Hey guys! So this took a long time to get posted but I just wrote this entire thing - today, like right now. xD It was a challenge I tell you, but I’m hoping you really liked this fic! ^^ Also… Writing sexual scenes so that the reader can be a male (have a male gender) or a female (have a female gender) is damn hard guys! O.O But, I think I managed, what do you guys think? xD 

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