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Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

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ad meliora

Pairing: Severus Snape / Original Female Character

Word count: 2,164

Warnings: 18+ , Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, Nipple Licking, Creampie, First Time, Severus Snape is Good at Sex, Missionary Position, Older Man/Younger Woman, Improper Use of House Points

Summary: Yuna chooses Snape as her first time in the marriage. 1. He's late. 2. The sex is good. Hidden Scene for Chapter Ten in These Twisted Bonds of Fate.

Malfoy Manor / August 9th, 2005

Yuna sat perched on the edge of her bed, her hands clenching and unclenching the silk sheets beneath her. The air in the room felt heavier than it had moments ago, thick with something oppressive that settled deep in her bones. Every tick of the ornate clock on the fireplace mantel grated against her nerves, a cruel reminder of the time slipping away.

Severus was late.

Part of her hoped he wouldn’t come at all, that he would refuse to go through with this ridiculous obligation. He loathed the Ministry just as much as she did—if not more—and had spent most of his life dodging one set of chains only to be thrown into another. Surely, he wouldn’t allow himself to be forced into something like this.

But another part of her—the logical, more cynical part—knew better.

If he didn’t come, she would have to go to another.

The thought alone made her chest tighten.

Lucius was out of the question. He was a viper wrapped in fine silk, his words like venom disguised as charm. He would make her feel like a pawn, like something to be used for his amusement. He would enjoy seeing her vulnerable, watching her squirm under the weight of his control. No, she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Theodore was… a possibility. He was unpredictable, not as cruel as the Malfoys, but not exactly kind either. He was somewhere in between—dangerous in his way, but at least with him, she might have a chance at maintaining some dignity.

Draco, though.

The very idea made her stomach churn.

He would do it, of course. He wouldn’t hesitate to remind her of what a burden she was, how she didn’t belong among them. He would sneer at her, probably make some callous remark about how it was a duty rather than a desire. And worst of all, she was certain he would gloat about it afterward, throwing it in her face whenever he pleased.

She exhaled shakily, pushing the thought from her mind.

The alternative had to show up.

And just as she thought it, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, stopping just outside her door.

Yuna straightened, her muscles tensing as the door creaked open.

There he was.

Severus Snape stepped inside, his dark eyes sweeping over the room before landing on her. The dim candlelight cast sharp shadows over his angular face, making him look even more severe than usual. His expression was unreadable, but his gaze flickered slightly as he took in her attire.

Yuna followed his eyes downward, to the bright red silk and lace that clung to her body.

Good.

She almost smirked. If she was going to be forced into this, she would at least make it hell for him. Snape hated Gryffindors—by default, he hated the color red. So if she had to endure this, if he was going to bed her, she wanted to irritate him while he was inside her.

The corner of his mouth curled into something resembling disgust.

“That,” he said coolly, “is hideous.”

Yuna tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Oh? I thought you’d like it.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t insult my intelligence. You chose that color deliberately.”

She shrugged, leaning back on her hands, arching her back just slightly. “Did it work?”

Snape didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Yuna swallowed, fighting the urge to recoil.

His voice dropped to something dangerously smooth. “You think this is a game, don’t you?”

Her throat went dry.

“You believe that by provoking me, you’ll gain some semblance of control over the situation?” He tilted his head, studying her like a puzzle he had already solved. “That if you annoy me enough, I will lose composure, and that will make it easier for you?”

Yuna met his gaze, trying not to show the unease creeping up her spine.

“Tell me, wife,” he continued, his voice laced with quiet venom. “Is that what you want? To anger me?”

Her fingers curled into the sheets. “I want a choice,” she spat before she could stop herself.

Snape’s expression remained impassive. “Then you should have been born a pureblood .”

Her breath hitched.

He delivered the words so smoothly, so effortlessly, that it took her a moment to process the sheer cruelty of them.

Her chest constricted with something hot and bitter, but she refused to look away. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

After a moment, Snape let out a slow exhale. “Shall we get this over with?”

A sharp, ugly lump formed in her throat. She turned her head away, blinking rapidly.

She had known this would be awful. But this —this—this cold, clinical detachment was something else entirely.

When she didn’t respond, Snape clicked his tongue, stepping closer.

“You thought this would be different, didn’t you?” he murmured. “That I would be kind ?” He scoffed, reaching up to unbutton the first clasp of his frock coat.

“Foolish girl.”

Yuna gritted her teeth.

Fine.

If this was how it was going to be, so be it.

She would survive this.

Even if it killed her.

She watched as his fingers unbuttoned his frock coat; they were long—skilful, dexterous fingers that unbuttoned the coat. Swallowing, her eyes trailed up to take in his face, cold and set in a grim expression. It was almost as if sleeping with her was killing some part of him. 

Bastard.

She forced the words out, "Do you like what you see?"

She was going to make it as excruciating as possible for him. His gaze hardened as it settled back onto her lace—clad body. Victory was hers.

He was pale— a stark contrast to her sun—kissed skin. And Merlin his arms were a fucking masterpiece. 

He hated the color red, but Merlin it looked so fucking good on his wife. 

"Nothing to be impressed by," Severus drawled out as he watched her expression twist, her smirk disappearing almost immediately.  Ten points to Slytherin.

She wanted to wipe the smirk off his fucking face. Reaching forward, she watched his eyes trail down to where her fingers rested on his trousers. 

Smiling up at him mockingly, she tugged on the band of his trousers, his eyes just watching her, not saying a word. She almost let out a curse as he flicked his wand, turning off the lights in the room. Cunt.

In the darkness, Snape could feel the heat radiating from Yuna's body as she pressed herself against him. Her touch, light and teasing, sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. Damn her and her brazen audacity.

"I don't recall giving you permission to touch me," he drawled out, his voice low and dangerous.

Despite his harsh words, he made no move to stop her wandering hands.

The scent of her perfume, something vanilla and intoxicating, filled his nostrils. It was maddening, the way she affected him even now.

He gritted his teeth, trying to regain control of the situation.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Yuna," he warned, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't think for a second that your little tricks will change anything between us.”

She didn’t reply, her fingers working their way to unbutton his trousers, the moonlight streaming through the window helping her navigate in the dark. She felt him suck in a breath, in the cold room as her fingers brushed over his hardened cock that lay beneath the pants. Ten points to Gryffindor.

She could see his face set into a frown in the dark, shadows danced across his face as he climbed into the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he loomed over her. Her breath hitched as she felt his hands pressed against her sides, sliding over the lace and her bare skin.

His pale hands seemed to blur as he ran them over her curves, mapping the contours of her body with a touch that was both reverent and hungry.

He was silent as his eyes took in her, laid bare before him now, he had seen to the red lace by tearing it off with his hands, something that left Yuna almost alarmed. 

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he settled between them. Yuna looked up at him, silently watching the man lost in concentration. It was almost as if she were another potion he was carefully preparing. 

“Did you find what you lost down there?” she asked sarcastically. Another ten points to Gryffindor.

His gaze snapped to her, jaw tightened. “I’m not looking for anything, wife,” he gritted out as he shifted forward more.

Fingers parted her folds, as he guided his cock to her cunt. Casting a quick lubrication charm befre nudging at her entrance, he smiled in the dark as he heard her suck in a breath. Another ten points to Slytherin.

His hips nearly stuttered as he sank into her, the tight heat enveloping him. He stilled for a moment, head thrown back in ecstasy as he savored the exquisite sensation of finally taking her. He almost wanted to praise Yuna for her fantasic cunt. Ten points to fucking Gryffindor.

He rolled his hips, burying himself to the hilt in her heat, his thickness stretching her deliciously. 

Then he began to move, setting a deep, driving rhythm that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Merlin, the Potions Master could fuck and he made her feel so fucking full. Full to the brim.

Nothing could have stopped the sounds that left her mouth, as he rocked into her. She couldn’t see him, she could only feel him, feel the way his body invaded her own, feel his hands, his touches. Feel the way he filled her. 

She let out a gasp as one hand released the grip on her hip to slide up her body, palming her breast roughly. He pinched and rolled the nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

A whine left her lips, when his finger tips left her nipples, quickly replaced by his mouth, the stimulation was too much, his cock bullying its way into her cunt as he sucked on her breast. She could feel him smirk into her skin, as she arched her back off the bed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts to get more friction. Twenty fucking points to Slytherin. 

Snape buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, tasting the salt of your skin. His hands mapped every curve and hollow of her body, committing it to memory. “Yuna”, he gasped, his voice raw with need. “Mo ghràdh, mo run, mo bhean…” 

He could feel her, around his cock, with each whispered word into her ear, her cunt clammed down on him, one hand cradled the back of her thigh, hiking her leg higher on his hip to allow him even deeper access. Bringing his head down, he kissed her.  He swallowed her sounds, tasting the bitterness of old resentments mingling with the sweetness of newfound desire. Another ten points to Slytherin.

His tongue danced with hers, stroking, teasing, claiming.

He changed the angle of his thrusts, grinding against her clit with each roll of his hips. The new stimulation had her keening into his mouth, her nails raking down his back. Snape shuddered at the delicious sting, the pain only heightening his pleasure. His cock deserved atleast Fifty points for making her see stars. Fiffty fucking points to Slytherin. 

Breaking the kiss, he reared back to look at his wife, his eyes wild and dark with lust. Sweat slicked his brow, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back, of wanting this blissful torture to last forever.

“That's it, mo chridhe,” he purred against her lips, using the Scottish endearment like a caress.

His movements grew more erratic, chasing his rapidly approaching peak. He could feel her tightening around him, heard the breathy little cries escaping her throat, and knew she was close too. Determined to bring her with him, Snape slipped a hand between their bodies to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he held them tighter. Groaning into her neck, she felt the sensation of his seed being emptied inside her. He leaned down, swallowing her whimpers with a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers. He increased his movements, driving into her with increasing fervor, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room. Fucking the cum back into her cunt. 

She watched as he pulled his softened cock out, before settling beside her on the bed, pulling her into his embrace, her back against his chest. It’s quiet for a while before he mutters, “Go to sleep, Mrs. Snape,” and then she was in dreamland. 

For more context, you can read the parent story 'These Twisted Bonds of Fate' on Ao3, @ neogotmypack .

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how i use google drive for university - pt 1: digital notetaking  by kkaitstudies

idk about you but i’ve tested a bunch of note taking methods. in my last few years of university, i was indeed lazy and rarely referred back to the professor’s slides in the course shell. i opted to read off the slides in lecture and take notes. while MS OneNote is great, i found myself enjoying Google Drive much more. so here is a quick overview of how i take notes using Google Docs. 

folders are your friends

make separate folders for each of your courses. google drive even gives you the option to change the colours of the folders. in these folders, add any relevant coursework such as the syllabi, readings, and your notes document.

use one doc for notes per course

once you receive the syllabi, take some time to take note of required readings, and assignment deadlines. i have created a free template you can save to your own google drive that you can access here. fill out:

- course code & name - prof’s name, office hours, and email - date(s) for each week of class - weekly readings (tip: if you have online readings, you can link them in the doc!) - & open the document outline (view > show document outline)

you also don’t have to use all these features. T B H, i didn’t do weekly readings. a lot. oops. BUT i did always pay attention in lecture. i simply deleted the “reading notes” header every week i didn’t bother to read.

make use of early access to lecture slides, headers, etc. 

some profs (bless their souls) post the slides sometime before the lecture. if you have the time, copy the lecture slides into your notes. and if they don’t…type real quick to get all the info as it’s happening (or go back to slides online after lecture to see what you missed out on). i separate lecture topics with headers, with the bullet points underneath (see above). if there is anything that the prof says during class that isn’t in the lecture slides, i will change the colour of the text to a different colour. any important concepts or testable material are highlighted.

…and that’s how i take notes! everyone is different. not all note-taking methods work for everyone. this is what worked for me in my last 2 years of uni. hopefully a similar structure works for some of y’all! also, let me know what you think and @ me if you end up using my template. have a great semester!

coming soon: [ part 2: grade tracker | part 3: gmail and gcal ]