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Are you still writing? X

I don’t know. I’m struggling right now with depression/motivation. I have a few prompts I still want to do but I don’t know when. I’m sorry.  

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I was the one who requested the Snape fic you just posted and OH MY GOSH I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I was exactly what I was thinking of! Thanks for writing it!! <3

I’m so glad you liked it! Sorry it took longer than I had intended! I’m not sure if that will be the new standard for anyone else reading but if that’s ok, it’s ok! And anyone who sent in prompts, I do have them and will be working on what I got in order (and if I can’t do any you do send, I’d make a post. :) )

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I love your Snape story that you wrote so I decided to request! Maybe reader is a Seventh year Gryffindor, and they've always excelled at potions, like making potions just clicked with them from the first class they had. Snape is conflicted once reader gets older because they spend more time in the potions room practicing and Snape develops feelings? And he doesn't know what to do because age gap and the fact that they're Gryffindor but then one day reader just kisses him? Smut maybe? Thanks! :)

(I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!)There she was again, he thought, always honing her skills. You were at the bench in the dungeon classroom, your eyes quickly scanning the book beside you and finely chopping the ingredients with a sharp knife. You scooped up the bits of dried batwing and mugwort, tossing them into the gently simmering liquid in the cauldron. You could not feel his eyes on you but he was watching.The dark haired Potions Master pretended to look busy, a book in front of his prominent nose as he sat at his desk, but he would peer over the leather bound edges to watch what you were doing. He remembered your apprehension on the first day you were in his classroom, and now you were weeks from graduating. But instead of slacking off like most of the other students, you were here hard at work. He couldn’t help but admire your drive, figuring it must be tough to forgo time with your friends to be here. Surely a talented and beautiful Gryffindor witch like yourself had plenty of friends. He stopped himself briefly, looking back to the words in his book as he silently chastised himself for thinking you beautiful. Very unprofessional.

 "I think I got it, finally!“ you exclaimed, a smile stretching across your face as the cauldron bubbled with a faint gold glow emitting from the top. One of the most difficult potions to make, Felix Felicis, also called Liquid Luck. You had been working on this potion for months. It was the toughest potion you could legally make in this class, and even then Professor Snape had to fight Dumbledore to let you attempt. Your hands were shaking slightly, the excitement and nerves getting to you for the final check by your professor. You smoothed down your gold and crimson tie. Severus heard your excitement and set his book down, lurking over as only he did to your position. You watched his intent, dark eyes as he examined your cauldron, taking the spoon in the pot and gently ladling the liquid to look at its viscosity. It shimmered in the lamplight. "This looks correct,” he murmured as he continued to study it. But instead of pride in raising such a fine pupil, why did he feel more melancholy than usual? You bit your lip, eyes wide and looking up at the taller man. “I hope so, I know I have to wait and let it settle until tomorrow but all the work is done. My final project,” you said, a little bit of half-sad sigh to your voice. You knew this would mean no reason to come back and bother the Professor like you had throughout your career at Hogwarts. Sure, you loved potions, they just made sense to you, but you also admired Professor Snape and wanted him to be pleased with you. 

You worked hard for 2 years before you got that first half-smile out of him for a successful project; no easy feat for a Gryffindor. “Indeed,” Professor Snape responded, his dark eyes quickly evading yours, “you make come back for your potion and to clear your belongings out any time tomorrow. I will be here.” The man then turned on his heel and exited the classroom to his office, the large wooden door closing loudly behind him. You watched the door a moment and then quickly gathered up your notes and other belongings, taking another look at the cauldron with the shimmering liquid. Looking briefly again at the door, you procured a small vial, spooning just a small amount of the potion into it, corking it and stuffing it in your pocket. You checked the door once more. Nothing. You bit your lip as you quickly hurried out, back to your dorm. Severus did not hear you leave but knew you must have gone by now as he leaned against the oak door separating him from the classroom. His face with its typical grim demeanor, he walked over to his desk, slumping down into the chair with a sigh. Tomorrow would more than likely be the last day he would see you in this private setting and somehow that was upsetting to him. He grit his teeth hard, cursing himself silently for behaving so ridiculously. He had seen students come and go before and he had never given any a second thought. So why could he not get you out of his head? The man slammed his hands down onto his desk with slight force before opening a compartment in his desk, bringing a shot glass and a slightly dusty bottle of firewhiskey out. This is my punishment he thought to himself, pouring himself a full shot of the liquor. He damned himself for you being on his mind when he knew he could not be further from yours as he knocked back the drink. The strong burn clawed at the back of his throat. This was going to be a long night.You sat on your bed, gazing out the window. The sun was hanging lower in the sky as you watched all the students on the lawn shooting off fireworks from the tips of their wands, dancing, laughing. There was a party going on before graduation, food, games. You held the vial up to the light and watched it shimmer. This is all you had. Rolling over onto your back with a deep sigh you held your arm outstretched looking at the vial. Maybe there was something you could do before the school year ended. Before you left for good. But you figured that would take a lot more than a bit of novice-brewed liquid luck to accomplish. You sighed once more, quickly burying yourself under your covers and drifting off to sleep, still clutching the vial. Severus did not have as peaceful of a night. The hallways were dark and the cold seeped through the cracks in the dungeon walls as the older man clumsily slammed down the shot glass. Only a small amount of the amber liquid still sloshed in the large bottle. He could feel his body numbing and his brain feeling fuzzy. Sure, it dulled the aggravation but his mind kept traveling back to you. Your intelligence. Your beauty. He never meddled in your affairs or knew too much about you outside of the classroom, he knew it would only disappoint him. He knew you must have somebody special. Probably a seeker on the Quidditch Team or something. He grumbled as he continued to fight even having thoughts like that. It shouldn’t matter to him whether or not you have somebody. It shouldn’t matter that you had the prettiest eyes and the softest smile and how he adored the way your face lit up when you did something correctly. He put his head down on his desk, his dark hair spreading out over his belongings. “What am I going to do,” he slurred out, to himself before falling asleep in a drunken haze.The sun peeked through the shades as the dawn rose over Hogwarts castle.You awoke with your hair plastered to the side of your face, groggy from the long night’s sleep. Your brain snapped into action as you realized you no longer held the vial and scrambled through your bedding, relaxing when you found it intact just underneath your pillow. “The vial itself is lucky,” you smirked a little to yourself. Getting ready for the day you brush out your hair and get dressed, your fingers running over the glass vial every few moments, just making sure it’s there. You adjust your red and gold tie before hopping down the stairs and out into the halls. You could feel your nerves tightly wound, and your hands were clammy from fear. This will be it, you thought. You tried to eat some breakfast at the Great Hall, a spread of toast, eggs and assorted pastries and other delights all laid out for the graduating class. But you couldn’t eat. Your stomach was in a knot thinking about Professor Snape and seeing him for the last time before getting your degree. You looked up in case he had come in for breakfast, but his seat was absent. You nibbled a little toast before giving up and leaving. You did not want to go to him so early in the day but bit your lip when you hesitated. It was now or never. You could not stall and put it off or it’d be too late. Confronting him now was the only way. Besides, you shrugged to yourself, if everything goes as bad as you think it will you have the rest of the day to drink and cry. Before you had time to procrastinate any more about it, you realized your feet had carried you to his door. Your fingers curled tightly around the vial as your eyes narrowed slightly in determination. Enough for an hour, if it works, that’s all you’d need. You uncorked the small vial and chugged. The nervousness faded slightly as you felt the magic of the brew wash over you, but the possibility of it being incorrectly made and killing you painfully also weighed on your mind. You knocked on the door, figuring it’d be better to die in the classroom than in the hallway. “Come in,” the deep voice reverberated through the door.You gulped and entered, looking up at the tall man clad in black standing by your bench. His eyes locked with yours a moment and you could feel your heart swell. He paused and let your eyes linger in his, capturing your face to his memory before looking down at your belongings.“I organized everything,” the man almost mumbled, touching the top of one of your potion books gently, “I did not like the mess on my table,” he lied. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammered out, the anxiety creeping back in, “I should have come by sooner.” “No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, gritting his teeth for saying that. “It was something to do, anyway. I finished inventory last week.”“Right,” you said looking down at your feet. You moved to be beside him and began piling your books into your satchel that had been slung over your shoulder. You stuffed the books in and paused with your hands slightly clenched. It was now, or never. You had Felix Felicis on your side. You could do this. You could try. “Is something wrong-” Professor Snape began to ask as he noticed your pause but was interrupted with your soft lips upon his. You could feel your adrenaline rushing through your body as you finally felt what you had had been imagining nearly your entire school career. You meant it only to be a brief kiss but got carried away, lingering on his lips. Finally, you pulled away and gazed up at the older man, studying his slightly-lined face and dark eyes for any expression. Your lips quivered as you attempted to speak, unsure what he was thinking. A small smile crept across his lips as his hand reached out to cup your face tenderly and leaned in to kiss you again. That jolt coursed through your veins again as your lips connected once more, pressing harder against the man’s body and stretching your arm around his shoulder, your other arm pressed against his warm chest.You parted your mouth slightly, gently caressing the tip of his tongue with yours and felt both the warmth of his body against yours and the heat coursing through your bloodstream. Suddenly, he pulled away and you looked up at him slightly worried. His arms wrapped around you firmly he pressed his forehead against yours. A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest.“Well, it is safe to say your potion was a success,” Severus murmured with a smirk to his lips but your blood ran cold. “W-what?” you stammered out, your face flushing. How did he know you used the liquid luck for this to happen? Was this all a ruse? “Your Felix Felicis. It worked perfectly,” his dark eyes looked into yours,  slightly puzzled about why you looked so frightened. Suddenly, he doubted saying anything. Maybe he should have kept it a secret and just had enjoyed it until it ran out. The smile disappeared from his face as the giddiness ran out. “I may have tried some, before you got here,” he said quietly and looked down as he let you go from his embrace, “I had hoped that it would help me… With you.” Severus suddenly felt very ashamed, looking away.  He began to feel that, while it was a luck potion and not a love potion, it seemed he had cheated the system. In his mind, he quickly tried to come up with an apology, or how to even begin apologizing for violating a student of his like this because of his own ridiculous obsession with her over the years.

 As he scrambled for words with the guilt weighing his brain down he heard a light giggle that turned into an uproarious laugh from the young woman beside him. Perplexed, he looked at you, searching for an explanation for the joy stricken across your face. “I took some right before I knocked on your door,” you looked up at him, guiltily, a shy smile across your face, “seems like that six months of work wasn’t necessary after all.”You saw the relief wash over the older man’s face as he chuckled and embraced you once more, his warm scent infiltrating your nostrils. Your giggles subsided as he lifted your chin delicately in his fingers. “I suppose we need to stay together until it wears out,” a small, devilish smirk ran across his face, “just to be sure, of course.” You grinned and nodded, “Obviously,” you concurred as his lips met yours again with an intense passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth and making you tingle all over. His arm wrapped around the small of your back as he pressed your body closer to his.  It was the end of your time at Hogwarts but the start of a new, exciting journey.

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Sorry for the delay!!!

Sigh I’m working on a prompt and just had like 4 paragraphs deleted because my computer randomly crashed. Sorry It’s going to be a bit longer since I have to rewrite. :/

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Hey, I'm the anon for the Occlumency thingy request. To define "odd", I'm not really sure either actually haha. Maybe she's just not your average Slytherin. Maybe she's usually really quiet, doesn't join in on bullying someone from the other houses, maybe even most of her friends are from the other houses. Basically just anything that would make her stick out from the other Slytherins. I trust your writing abilities, I'm sure you'll make this great :)

( I hope you don’t mind the direction I took with this! I thought a little fluff-beginning thing would be cute with this idea!)You sat in the back of the Potion's classroom, your head bent down with your nose buried in a book. The shuffling of footsteps and laughter could be heard as they other students meandered into the classroom. Your eyes glanced over the pages to them but quickly went back to reading. You could feel the classroom fill up with the students intermingled with different houses, except the Slytherin, of course. They always liked to stick together. That is, except for you. Your bench remained empty as the rowdy kids quieted down and let out a quiet sigh. You really were so tired of all the childish shennanigans that went on with these younger students and you were grateful that soon you'd be out of Hogwarts, although apprehensive of just what you'd do next. The class bell rang and you quickly slid your book back into your satchel, pulling your quill and parchment out before slightly adjusting your silver and green tie. The imposing Potions Master quickly entered the room as if to catch anyone off guard. You kept your lips pursed as you watched him. You admired him more than anyone, and even your other housemates did not respect their Head like you did. You could feel his eyes look at you, even just for a moment, and could tell that you were not alone in your thoughts. Luckily, you were not only an avid reader but a very skilled witch, adept at Occlumens, and the dark-haired man just saw you thinking about today's lesson. You knew how to compartmentalize your thoughts. It helped you deal with the loneliness and, in situations like these, it kept your secrets safe. But you never quite were sure why he checked on you so often, you only knew you wished to hide the fact you were secretly glad he did. But then again, you wavered in your mind, maybe he did this with everyone.The lesson began and you started taking your notes, but the snickering of a group of male students to your right was distracting you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to focus on Professor Snape's words and not their obnoxious laughter. You shot a nasty glare at the group who seemed pleased to have gotten your attention and you tried to stifle the boiling in your blood as you realized you had given them what they had wanted. The lesson continued as you wondered why the Professor hadn't done anything yet. Probably because they're Slytherins you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, you heard a strange noise."Pssst," one of the boys hissed from his seat a row back and to the right of you. Attempting to ignore it made the noise occur even louder, to the point other students had begun to turn their heads.

"What?" you responded, finally in an angry whisper. The blonde snickered and quickly passed a note that you took unconsciously, trying to get the annoyance to stop.

"You," the low and menacing voice boomed from the chalkboard, "I will not have distractions and note-passing tolerated in my class. Detention," the man said, curtly, his eyes narrowed on you. Fear washed over you as you had never been in trouble before, and disappointing Professor Snape was at the top of your list of things you did not want to do."Yes, Sir," you said, meekly, looking down to the scrap you had been passed. It had unfolded and just said DORK. Classy, you thought. Your eyes darted down back to your parchment as you felt the prying again in your brain and, again, did not reveal your true feelings about this matter and instead showed just a typical disappointment but focus on the class. You sighed and listlessly scribbled your notes until class ended. Now to wait until your detention...

After occupying yourself in the library, but mostly deliberating your sentence, you crept down the stairs to the dungeons for your Potions detention. You felt as if all eyes were on you, and somehow everybody could tell you were "in trouble". Your teeth clenched as you knocked on the door and the voice beckoned you to enter.You glanced at the tall, dark man sitting at his desk for a moment before ducking your head down and scurrying to your seat at the front, opening up your parchments, waiting for your punishment."For detention, I want you to write out," the older man paused for dramatic effect, locking eyes with you, "why you let the others make fun of you." You looked down and grit your teeth, "yes, Sir" you muttered, angry at the idea of introspection. As you scribbled down various, logical reasons why you would allow them to bother you instead of standing up to them you felt the nudge at your brain once more.

Fed up, you blurted out, "Stop trying to read my mind, Professor Snape! I'm trying to concentrate!" and as soon as you had finished your eyes widened as you looked up to him, who had his eyebrows raised in slight shock. He paused, thoughtfully, before looking at you,

"How long have you been able to block me?" he said, his voice attempting to conceal the surprise that you could. "A while. As long as you've been trying. I just want to be left alone, Sir," you mumbled the last part, "my mind isn't just for anyone to look into."You did not hear him, but when you looked up the man was at your desk, looking down at you."Well, then, maybe you would be willing to talk about what is in your mind instead," he said quietly as your eyes met his dark pools. Your heart jumped a little as you saw understanding in his eyes. You looked down with a slight blush on your face as you heard the chair beside you move.

"You can talk to me. After all, I am the head of your house," he said gently, "and it would be a shame if a witch as skilled as you was wasted writing silly notes in detention."You felt as if everything you had gone through was heaved out of your body as you began talking with Severus Snape, the man quiet and pensive, watching you as you explained the bullying, the seclusion, the struggles you faced. You began to realize as you spoke, that it must have been similar for him, even just from the way the other students mutter about him.It seemed that two isolated, lonely souls made a little connection that night. A glimmer of hope for the both of them.

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Quick update!

Hello, anyone following me or waiting for a prompt! I’m doing them in order that I receive them. I currently have 3. I’ve started on the first one but family came to visit me so I more than likely will not finish it until Tuesday, which at that point I’ll start on the next! Sorry for the larger delay than I had expected!

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Hey I was wondering if I could get a Hermione X Slytherin reader where snape ships them? Thank yaaaa

When you say “slytherin reader”.... Do you mean female? Because I sure hope you do.

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Oh you've already written it, perfect!!! <3 thank you so much

Haha, what did I already write? :P

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I was just wondering how many requests you have currently? :)

Currently, I have 2. I was going to work on one tonight after work. I’m not sure, I’m hoping to have one done before the weekend, at least. The other one should then be done on Monday (hopefully). :P This is kind of a busy weekend so unfortunately I can’t work on it then.

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Hello! I was just about to send in a request but I was wondering about what characters you write about?

I’m pretty decent with Severus Snape from Harry Potter but I could probably at least attempt quite a few Harry Potter characters.As far as other things, I’m not sure? I’m sort of interested in maybe doing some Steven Universe fanfiction, too.I suppose I could do Phantom of the Opera if desired.My interests are sort of weird and broad and I honestly can’t think of all of the things that I’d be like “oh, yes, I can write this!” and I’m not really sure what people are looking to read, anyway.I’m sorry I can’t be more specific than that. I can write fluff, nsfw, just random plotlines etc. I can dabble, or at least try to. This is really a push for myself to begin writing again and remember that I like to write.But you can always ask if I’ve watched or read something and I’ll post publicly (and maybe add it to a list of things I can do if I can do it!)Again, sorry I can’t really be more specific this is all sort of new to me, too.

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I was wondering if you wrote Remus Lupin (Golden Trio Era) stuff? I love your writing btw! <3

I haven’t, but I could give it a shot, I suppose! It might just take me a teensy bit longer to write (as I’d have to do more research on the characters and get a feel for them as far as writing them goes) .And thank you so much for the compliment! <3

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Ok, so I'd like to request a Snape and reader thingy where the reader is like a 7th year Slytherin and really good at Occlumency. Every now and then he uses Legilimency on her maybe because she seems a little odd to him. Snape doesn't know that she's an Occlumens because she only shows him what she wants him to see. Then one day he gives her a detention and halfway through she's just casually like: "Oh, professor btw would you pls stop using legilimency on me?" And then Snape's like speechless?

Hey! I’m not really sure what you mean by “a little odd” as far as his perception of the reader goes. If you wanted to be more specific, that’d be helpful just because your request seems specific and I rather not go off in the wrong direction. Thanks~

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Prompts and updates!

Hello~ So far I’ve gotten one person submitting prompts, and that’s totally cool! You can totally submit more than one if you like my writing, and I will continue to write to the best of my ability! I’ve also been cranking these out pretty efficiently but seeing as I mysteriously lost 2 hours writing yesterday (seriously I looked at the clock and was like... what?)  So, if I do get more prompts, or even keep getting them I might have to pace myself and also try re-reading my work and fixing it. I’m trying not to take this too seriously because that’s how I get burned out, though. So, yeah, I’ll let anyone following this blog know if I’m going to be missing or not releasing anything for a long time (when there are prompts available to me) but otherwise I’m going to do my best to get anything written in a few days. Weekends are busy though. :3 Anyway, thanks for listening and thanks for reading!

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Professor Snape x Student (NSFW!) “Is this what you wanted?” Prompt

(This one is long... But I hope you like it! ALSO VERY NSFW.)

The day had arrived. You were more nervous than excited, but the idea of a special private lesson with none other than Professor Severus was just so tantalizing. You tried to keep level-headed as you walked through the corridors. You were excelling in class, not only in Potions, but Defense of the Dark Arts as well. The way Headmaster Dumbledore proposed this lesson to you was that it would be both good experience for you in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts but also for Professor Snape to be teaching it. And how could you say no?

After all, your hard work was your attempt to get him to notice you. You worked hard, you ranked at the top of your class. Typically, that would earn the Professor's scorn, but you never challenged him, listened intently and always seemed humble in your accomplishments. Perhaps that is why he agreed to this. Or maybe he just really wanted the teaching position. You arrived up the stairs to the isolated tower high atop of Hogwarts. Your knuckles paused an inch before the door, hesitating slightly. You were told this would be the toughest training yet, and you were warned you would no longer be treated like a child, but like an adult witch facing real magic. A hard lump rested in your throat as you gently rapped on the door. "You may enter," a slightly muffled, deep voice called through the wooden door. You inhaled deeply in attempt to muster up your courage as you opened the door and entered.

The room wasn't one you had ever seen before. There were shelves lined with scrolls and other strange artifacts, a small stained glass window let in the setting sun. A table and two chairs were in the center of the small room. You observed quickly that there seemed to be no book or notes on the table and wondered what you would learn. "So you decided to show up... And, on time, no less," the elder man said with a slight sneer as he peered down his nose at you. Yet something about his voice did not seem like total displeasure. Maybe even no displeasure at all! "Yes, Sir," you mumbled out, your face flushing slightly as your made eye contact with the Professor before looking away. The darkly cloaked man paced around the small room, studying you before turning on his heel, his cloak fluttering dramatically behind him. "Sit," he said curtly, pointing a finger at one of the chairs. You feared your heart's pounding could be audible as you mumbled out a "Yes, Sir" once more, sitting down into the chair and crossing your legs politely. The tall, dark haired man began pacing again, glancing at you before looking up to the shelves. "You are here because Dumbledore thinks you are something special," he paused to look you in the eye, "I am here to see if he's right." You gulped hard and felt your palms grow slightly damp and quickly brushed them off on your grey pleated skirt.

"Today we shall be testing your affinity for Occlumency," he said, "no doubt a bright witch like you knows already what I speak of," the man's voice hinted sarcasm. "Yes, Sir. Occlumency is the practice of blocking Legilimency," you stammered, "it's closing your mind to those who wish to read it." Oh no. "Precisely," he muttered, seemingly a little disappointed he did not catch you in a trap. "I will attempt to read your mind. To look deep into your thoughts. Your goal is to keep me out," a slight, twisted smile came to his face, "I bet you have things in that head of yours you wish to keep hidden." You felt your whole body flush as you looked up into his glinting eyes, your mind racing. He was right, there was so much he specifically could not know. Every dirty thought, those times in the showers alone how you imagined those layers of black peeling off of his lean body- No! Snap out of it! you thought harshly to yourself. You needed to keep those things as far from your mind as possible.

"Now, focus and keep me from knowing your darkest secrets," he said, gaining his professional composure and raising his wand to point at you. You clenched your fists tightly on your lap, unsure of how to even try, but you had to. "Legilimens!" Professor Snape called out, a small burst of light appearing from the tip of his wand as you began feeling his claws in your head. Your muscles contracted as you focused your mind as much as you possibly could. Keep him out you kept telling yourself, focusing on those words and trying to ignore the intense sensation of your brain being bore into. And you succeeded in keeping him out. For a few seconds, at least. Suddenly you felt it, as if your mind had been cracked open and the flood of thoughts came rushing out that you could feel him looking into. You felt him look into some of the tamer ones, like the time you were baking a pie at your house, or studying for exams. Your brain struggled to regain control as you could feel him delving deeper. There, he saw you scratching his name idly into a piece of parchment when you were younger. 

But then things quickly became less innocent. Flashes of your muffled moans as you pleasured yourself in the bunk alone thinking of him, the dreams you had of him putting you on your knees and how hungrily you begged for his cock, the daytime fantasies of him bending you over your school desk and fucking you with the risk of being seen.

And then it stopped. As quick as it had began, your mind was your own again. You could feel you were slightly damp from sweat, and could feel the wetness on your clenched inner thighs from those thoughts. Your flushed face refused to look anywhere but your lap, looking at your fingers like they were foreign objects interlocked tightly.

After a pause that seemed a lifetime, you heard his throat clear. "I will admit... That was not what I was expecting," the velvet voice said, clearly caught off guard. "I-I-I should go," you blurted out, jumping to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. You took a step to move to the door and be free of this embarassment but was quickly blocked by a certain, looming figure. "Is that truly how you feel," his low voice rumbled nearly like a purr and your large eyes looked up to his dark orbs in desperation. "I see," he said, taking a step closer. You let out a slight gasp as you felt the older man's large, long fingers trace up under your skirt, touching your delicate inner thigh. "My, my," the man purred, a light smile playing on his lips as his index and middle finger touched your thin, soaked panties delicately. His delicate touch then increased in force, sliding his fingers between your legs and parting your lips slightly as he explored your contour and wetness.

The heat radiated from your vagina up, the aching between your legs only increasing with his touch and you could not help but moan slightly as his hand was pressed against your clit and teasing your lips. You looked down to his hand and saw that you weren't the only one enjoying this. The firm outline of the Potions Master's arousal was clearly visible. You stared hungrily at it for a moment, admiring the shape before putting your small hand on it, rubbing the shaft and touching the tip with your fingertips. You could feel his body go rigid and his hand stop teasing you for a moment as he felt your touch on his cock. His hand then left your body, much to your dismay, until you saw where it was going. The long, dark hair of the Professor obscured his face as he looked down his shirt, using both hands to quickly unfasten the buttons and tug his trousers off.

"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, the lust dripping from his voice as he slowly pulling down his boxers, revealing his erect cock. The head glistened slightly with a bit of precum. "Yes, Sir," you said, biting your lip and tracing your fingers up and down his erection, marveling at the size and shape. It was more magnificent than any of your fantasies. "Good," he said quickly, "now bend over," he said, grabbing your hips roughly and pushing your upper body and face onto the table. This was almost too much for you, you thought as you felt his hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping your ass as he peeled your now-soaked panties away and let them drop to your ankles.

You let out a small whimper as you felt his fingers toying with you again, his index finger gently penetrating you in between stroking your entire pussy. Your heart was pounding as the heat and desire was almost too much to bear when you felt the head of his cock rub against your folds. A moan escaped your mouth as the length of his penis caressed your wet lips. "I should give you what you've been waiting so long for," the sultry voice murmured as if considering the idea as his tip played with your entrance. Then, you felt him slowly enter you, aware of every inch of his thickness inside of you. Your moan was louder this time as he began moving in and out, your legs nearly buckling as your heard a masculine grunt escape from him. As his rhythm increased you gripped the table for support, pushing against his cock to be filled. "P-professor," you moaned out in pleasure, the sensations all too overwhelming as one of his hands gripped your hip for support, the other between your shoulder blades, pressing you down harder onto the table. As his pace increased once more you could feel yourself losing control, but this time as you had wanted to.

"I-I'm going to," you managed to gasp out before the waves of pleasure overcame your body. You heard a deep moan from behind as he finished inside of you, the throbbing of the hot cum pushing you deeper into your orgasm as you felt your pussy grip tightly onto his cock. Your control was lost and you moaned loudly as you climaxed together, and felt yourself gasping for breath as the waves slowly lessened to the point where you could think again. Professor Snape was also panting, his grip finally loosening on your body before he slid out of you. 

As you finally gained awareness of your setting once more you pushed yourself off of the table and turned around to see Severus quickly buckling himself back up. You paused, your mouth slightly agape as your eyes looked up at the man's messy dark hair and flushed cheeks. He took a deep breath, seeming to gain his composure before he spoke. "Clearly, you need another lesson... Same time. Tomorrow."

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Yaaaaaaas I need a professor snape X student reader !!! Preferably NSFW. <3

I’m going to be working on this one right now but do you have a house preference at all, should I leave it ambiguous or shall I pick? (I typically lean towards Gryffindor though. Hehe. :P )

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Hey, I'm the anon that sent in the last two prompts! :D I just wanna say I REALLY love them!! Your writing is incredibly good! It was really interesting to see how your thoughts would go! Would you be mad at me if I sent in more?

Hey! Not at all and I’m so glad you liked them, thank you for giving me the prompts! I sort of rushed through them because I was really excited but I’m glad you liked them! I’d be happy to write some more, but if I struggle too much I’ll just let you know that I can’t do it! <3

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Fun~

Those prompts were fun to do! I’m sorry if my writing’s not very good but I’m trying my best. But just to let you know if there ever is something I feel is out of my scope, I might just publish the prompt and let you know I can’t do it just so you’re not waiting around for something good and I can’t deliver it. Thanks for the prompts though and I hope you at least enjoy the writing a little bit! :3 <3