#professor snape x reader

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Shameless, pt. 16

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

not another one... oh yes it is... and please, respectfully, strap yourselves in cos it's gonna be a ROUGH RIDE. and not in the way you're thinking, sorry, but get your minds out the gutters. gosh.

in other news, i hope you're all doing okay. part 17 won't be for a while as i'm back to work tomorrow and i'm going to be tired because i stupidly ruined my sleeping schedule the past few days. massive L.

i hope you've all had a brilliant day, and thank you so much for all the love and kind, sweet comments you left on part 15, it really made my day when i read through them this morning :') i'll reply to them all when i have some extra time this week!! <3 remember to take care of yourselves, please. and enjoy this. <3

warnings: swearing, slight altercation?, angst

A pair of cold hands grasped your scarlet cheeks, forcing you to look up and into their eyes in a desperate manner. "Bloody hell, Y/N," Remus whispered, his face twisting into an anxious mix of worry and concern. Gradually, you let your tearful eyes slink up meet his own, and another sob fell from your quivering lips. "I should have stayed, I'm so sorry." He sighed. You watched as his brows slipped together; hazel eyes flicking between yours as he brushed his thumbs gently against the apples of your cheeks.

"It's not your fault, Remus, please-" You shook your head viciously and squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall forwards. 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Remus asked, his voice soft as a feather, cautious not to startle you.

"Yes- no, I... my shoulder, it hurts," You whined and winced as you lifted your head up to lean back against the cabinets of your kitchenette behind you. Another intense, piercing pain shot through your shoulder. "Fuck!" You hissed. Remus cast a furious glance in the direction of Ben's unconscious body.

"We're going to have to take you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N," the professor sighed quietly, "I'm afraid Dumbledore will need to hear of this... matter." Instantly, your eyes darted to Remus and you sucked in a breath.

"No, I'm fine, honestly- please," you shook your head, "there's no point, I won't be here after he wakes up anyway." A defeated sigh left your lips as you let your eyes slide to where Ben laid, the burning words that he'd spat at you like vicious venom replayed in your head on repeat.

"What do you mean?" Remus frowned at you.

"He found out about Severus." A dry, pathetic laugh slipped from you. "He figured it out."

"What-" Though, before Remus could even finish his question, you interrupted him.

"He went through my drawers in my greenhouse."

"I'm not following." The professor offered you an apologetic, yet perplexed look.

You inhaled a deep, slow breath through your nose. "Severus had been leaving me notes everytime he'd taken something from my cabinets, be it asphodel roots or dittany.. so, in my pathetic way, I... kept them." You muttered, reluctantly glancing up at Remus, watching his eyes soften. You looked away, unable to stomach how he looked at you with pity. "In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have, but I was blinded by my feelings for him, and so... then when I had first started seeing Ben, he had also left me notes. But, of course, I didn't really care for him the same way I did Severus, so I shoved them at the bottom of my drawers, beneath..." You trailed off, unable to finish your thoughts. You felt so silly, pathetic.

"I see." Remus said softly, noting how you were struggling. His gentle voice silently soothed your racing mind.

You took a few seconds to speak your next words, still unable to understand the gravity of the situation you'd put yourself in. In fact, it felt like you didn't even want to acknowledge it. "Ben threatened to have me fired, and then blacklisted for every job in this area. So, Remus, I'm screwed, to say the least."

The professor paused for a moment, pondering on his thoughts. You were praying he'd speak soon before you went insane from the way your mind was beginning to chaotically brew up storms of worst case scenarios.

"Not quite," Remus's lips quirked up into a small, comforting smile. You could only frown at him in utter confusion. "It's not the most... erm, ...humane way of solving such a problem, however it is the only way." Your eyes widened at his choice of words.

"Remus, you're scaring me, what on Earth are you suggesting?" You whispered, eyebrows furrowing together in what could only be described as fear.

"We're going to need the help of another wizard, I'm afraid." He replied and stood up, groaning a tad. "Ever heard of the spell, Obliviate?"

The damp stench of the dungeons of Hogwarts was wildly familiar and a little emotionally testing for you as you stumbled down the corridors with Remus; his hand placed caringly upon your back. The amber glow of the lit torches illuminated the darkened path, and the quiet squelch of the wet, mossy floor echoed throughout the empty corridors as the two of you padded towards Snape's classroom.

"I'm sorry to have to put you through this." Remus mumbled from beside you, and you felt his fingers press into the back of you. "But Severus is the only wizard I know that's meddled with minds here at Hogwarts."

"It's alright." You swallowed awkwardly as the anxious and speedy beats of your heart began to pound in your ears once more. "He never liked Ben, so I'm sure he'll take great pride in performing such a spell on him." You joked dryly, earning a curt laugh from the professor beside you. A little smile formed on your lips at the sound of it.

"Even in dark times, your brilliant humour shines through." Remus hummed, offering a warm smile as he glanced down at you.

There was a moment of silence as you let yourself wander through the labyrinth of your mind.

"Do you think it will work?"

"Absolutely," Remus answered quickly, "though Severus and I have never truly seen eye to eye, I still acknowledge the fact that he's an incredibly accomplished wizard." He said, shrugging. "I haven't met many other wizards in my time that have come close to his abilities."

You let his words simmer in your brain for a moment, and suddenly you felt a little more at ease. Not that you doubted Severus, but from what Lupin had explained about the Obliviate spell, you were slightly worried. Would Ben remember something and come back with a vengeance? No, there was no way... right? He's not that... petty.

Before you could even finish your train of thought, three loud knocks from Remus's knuckles broke you from your daydream.

Almost immediately you wanted to run away from the door in front of you. But from the way Remus's hand was glued to your back stopped you from doing so.

The door to Severus's classroom creaked open, and all of the blood from your body felt as if it had drained away the moment the two of you locked eyes.

"Severus," Remus greeted quietly.

"Y/N." Severus muttered, his tone confused as his eyes snapped to Lupin beside you, and then down to his arm around your back. A short, sharp exhale of breath left his nostrils, and you knew that he wasn't too pleased about what he was seeing. "Lupin..." He drawled as he flicked his eyes back to yours, then to Remus's own. "What brings you here?" His voice was agitated, nothing new. You let your eyes fall away from the Potions Master, unable to look at him without having some sort of whirlwind of emotions stir up inside of you.

"May we come in? It's a matter of urgency." The professor beside you spoke with a serious tone that forced a curious frown to appear on Severus's pale face. Without saying anything, Severus moved aside in one swift motion and allowed his door to creak further open, silently inviting you and Remus inside.

Had it been just Lupin here, you knew he wouldn't have been so trusting.

Glancing up, you caught Severus's eye again, and that wave of gut-wrenching yearning had returned to your heart. As you looked away, you didn't see the way his eyes softened at you, wordlessly wishing he could return to the way the two of you had been.

Lupin guided you inside with his arm, earning another harsh glare from Snape as he passed by him. "Take a seat, Y/N." The shaggy professor mumbled, pulling out a stool for you to perch on. You obliged, of course.

"What do you so desperately need from me?" Snape drawled, sweeping his way towards you and Lupin; his biting glare quite obviously screaming at you to hurry up and talk. Wasn't it so kind of him to treat you like you were some sort of irritating insect, and not someone he cared about, albeit a little?

You clenched your jaw, swallowing as you opened your mouth to speak, but Lupin beat you to it. "Bluewater threatened to have her fired and blacklisted from every job in the area." Severus's black brows immediately shot together in confusion, then quickly softened, quite obviously realising why he'd demand such a thing. "If she is to keep her job and reputation, we need you to perform the memory erasing spell on him."

Of course, Severus would do anything for you, at this point, he'd kill for you. So killing the memories of a man he truly loathed was an easy ask.

"Done." The Potions Master cast a concerned glance at you, before looking back to Lupin. "Truth be told, it'd be my pleasure." Again, Severus looked back at you with his worrisome black eyes, staring, swiftly scattering themselves over your form; quietly trying to figure out whether you were hurt or not. 

You noticed his quiet inspection. "I'm fine." You mumbled, sighing softly as you avoided his eyes once more, shuffling in your seat - but as you moved, your face twitched into a wince as your injured shoulder betrayed you.

"Yes, clearly you are." Severus muttered sarcastically as he padded towards you, reluctantly lifting a hand toward your arm. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you blinked at him, your jaw ticking with either anxiety or anger - you couldn't figure out which. "May I?" He whispered.

You gave a nod and turned your torso towards him, allowing him to inspect your injury. The second his fingers touched your skin, it ignited like a wildfire. You inhaled sharply, your body freezing at the way he trailed them down to your shoulder.

"I'll be outside." Remus muttered, noticing that perhaps the two of you need to be alone. He shuffled his way towards the door, and slipped out of it, the quiet thud and click of the handle signifying he'd left.

"Did he do this to you?" Severus muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his thumb over the colourful blotch that was beginning to appear upon the skin he used to worship. He hissed at the sight of your bruised skin, it was like someone had ruined a beautiful painting and thrown some sort of hideous concoction onto it.

He should have known better than to abandon you like that. Bluewater had always been a wildcard. He should have stayed by your side, he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like he always did. Maybe then you wouldn't have this... abomination painting your flesh black and blue. Severus would never forgive himself for falling into the foolish trap of his insecurities. He'd never forgive himself for ever listening to the deranged demons that resided within his mind, silently calling him into the darkness; their devilish, silver tongues persuading him to fade into the lonely void.

You and Severus sat in silence for a moment, and your eyes had been glued to the ground ever since the Potions Master laid his hands on you. If you looked into his eyes whilst he was so close to you, you weren't exactly sure if you could stop yourself from doing something utterly stupid.

"Where is he?" Severus suddenly mumbled, a burning hot fire of rage and vengeance was quickly spreading throughout his body.

"My chambers, but-"

"Stay here." Severus immediately began to storm towards the door of his classroom, his long black cape billowing behind him with a vengeance that matched its wearer.

"Severus, don't hurt him!" You cried out, leaning forwards to try and grab his arm. You gasped as your injured shoulder unleashed an unbearable pain across your back, making you squeeze your eyes shut in agony.

"Don't hurt him? Look at what he's done to you!" Severus whipped around, furious. "You can barely move your shoulder without wincing like a wounded deer!" He stormed back towards you, and for the first time in a while, the irate look in his eyes truly frightened you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the ground. Though, he was not angry at you, his anger was only focused on one man.

"I don't care! Think about what could happen to you if the Ministry found out you harmed one of their own!" You exclaimed, praying that Severus would see through his blinding anger and choose to not do something foolish to Ben, despite how fierce his wrath was.

Severus paused for a moment as if to contemplate your words - though his consideration of your opinion was cut short as he whipped around once more; that vicious fire exploding inside of him like a deadly inferno. He was truly devoted to the thought of inflicting more harm than necessary to Bluewater.

At this point, you couldn't stop him. There was no way you could follow him with your injury. You watched on helplessly as he sweeped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. There was only one other person that could help you.

"Remus!" You yelled, cursing your weakened shoulder as you stood, breathing sharply in a dire attempt to lessen the pain that was slowly burning its way through your torso. "Remus!" You yelled once more, and immediately the door swung open, his familiar face adorned with an utterly worried look.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to you.

"It's Severus, he's gone to find Ben, you need to stop him, please," You panted, desperately grabbing onto the the material of his suit jacket that sat on his bicep. "I don't want him to do something he'll regret."

"Merlin," Remus muttered and nodded, turning swiftly to rush after the Potions Master. "Will you be alright?" He stopped to ask, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, now, please just go!" You sighed heavily and leaned against a table beside you, hissing as your shoulder was now screaming at you in horrific pain. You were truly starting to worry now, had you fractured it- or broken it? Ben had shoved you quite harshly...

Your eyes darted around Severus's classroom, lingering on the potion ingredients that lined the wall. The only thing you could do was wait.

Or potentially brew a potion to help your agonising pain...

Severus's thunderous footsteps echoed hauntingly throughout the castle corridors as he stormed his way to your chambers; his fingers twitching at his sides, eagerly awaiting the chance to lay his hands upon Bluewater, the way he did to you.

That rotten bastard, Severus thought, he could kill him without a second thought right now. In fact, in the very back of the Potion Master's mind, he was truly considering it. The only thing Severus wanted to hear right now was Bluewater's bloodcurdling screams as he made him suffer through either physical or mental hell. All he had to do was lock the door, cast muffliato, and go to town. That was all too tempting for Snape. It was too easy. And that's what scared him.

As he neared your chambers, a stream of warm light began to pour out from underneath the door, and Severus deduced that Ben had awoken from Remus's spell. He quickly softened his footsteps and snuck towards your door, donning his wand in his hand. There was two ways he could go about this - he could barge in and surprise the bastard, or he could do it quietly. Perhaps the latter would be a little less idiotic.

Severus pushed your door open gradually with his hand, cautiously moving forwards as he pointed his wand into your chambers. A pained groan came from the floor, and the professor cast his eyes downwards and was met with an embarrassing mess shuffling around on it. Just the back of his head sent Severus into an blinding furious spiral, and he stormed towards him, grabbing the back of his top to hoist him upwards onto his feet. 

"Get th'fuck offa' me!" Bluewater drawled, still groggy from Remus's spell as he pathetically tried to fight the Potion Master's hand that had a hold of his flimsy shirt. Relentlessly, Snape dragged him through the room, the scratching sound of Bluewater's shoes scraping across the wooden floor and Snape's pounding footsteps filled the silence. He yanked the boy upwards and dropped him on his arse, watching in delight as a pained look flashed across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Bluewater," Snape snarled, poking the tip of his wand into his neck, earning a glare from the boy.

"You." Bluewater spat, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "You sonuva' bitch! You slimy fuckin' bastard, how dare you-"

"How dare I? How dare you lay a finger on her!" Snape bellowed at Bluewater, his teeth bared in a ferociously fearsome scowl.

"I never touched her." Bluewater's lips quirked into a vile smirk, and this only fuelled Snape's burning hatred for the boy. Without a second thought, he kicked the side of Bluewater, sending him tumbling onto his side, screeching in pain.

"Don't lie to me, Bluewater!" Snape growled as he fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his towering height, the tips of his toes barely grazing the floor. 

"You miserable git," The boy hissed through gritted teeth as he had one hand glued to his throbbing side. "She'll never work again, Snape. All because of you."

"Don't push me, you foolish boy." Snape huffed, his chest heaving uncontrollably as his anger got the best of him.

"In fact, neither will you." Bluewater added, his tone cocky and ignorant. Snape couldn't control himself any longer, and so he threw the boy to the ground again rather harshly, forcing a cry of pain from him. He felt nothing. Nothing but hot rage.

"Severus!" Remus suddenly called out from behind him, panting. "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand fell to the ground.

Remus felt his blood run cold as Snape turned to look at him with a face like a maddened bull. "Just... calm down, Severus, take a moment," The professor said softly, holding out a hand to try and defuse the situation. As he stared at the furious Potions Master, he was sure he could see red-hot steam pouring out of his ears. "You don't want to do this, Severus. Believe me." Snape's shoulders rose and fell rigidly as he looked on in disbelief at Lupin. "Y/N wouldn't want this."

Your name rolled off of Lupin's tongue like a bullet into Severus's chest.

"You must've drugged her," Bluewater spoke again, his voice making Snape's eye twitch, "there's no way in hell that she'd choose to be with you. She hates you. The amount of shit we used to talk about you, Merlin..." The boy knew he was getting underneath Snape's skin.

"Severus," Remus tried again helplessly. "Don't react."

"Silence!" Snape practically snarled at Bluewater as the seething blaze inside of him ignited once more.

"You don't deserve her, and you never will. You really think she'd fall for some ugly, pathetic and old git like you? Perhaps all that time in the potion classroom made you delusional." Bluewater spat, shuffling forwards on the ground. "You should ask her about what happened earlier, between us, I bet you'd-"

"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, aiming his wand at Bluewater, watching as his body fell limp once more.

Snape stared at Ben's unconscious body, his mind suddenly becoming a warzone after his last words before Remus had knocked him out. What happened earlier between you and Ben? Were his thoughts true? Was Bluewater right? Did you hate him?

"Severus,"

"What?!" Snape hissed, turning to face Lupin with a hideous look upon his face. Lupin offered an apologetic cock of his head, before nodding at Bluewater.

"The memories..." Remus muttered. Snape clenched his jaw at the words.

Memories. Right.

The Potions Master slowly padded over to Bluewater, pointing his wand at his temple. He paused for a moment, contemplating his next move.

"Legilimens." Snape whispered, shutting his eyes as he delved into Bluewater's memories. Snippets of him as a child, happy and screaming with laughter flashed before Snape's eyes, and so he continued deeper, watching the moment he met you in the pub, and when you spent the first night together. The professor hissed at the sight as a pang of hurt and jealousy struck him in his chest. He pushed through, skimming through more and more memories, finally finding the one thing he was looking for. It was you and Ben, sharing a glass of wine in your bedroom earlier on.

He'd stood up and stumbled towards you, clearly drunk. "I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing it with his thumb.

"Yeah." You'd replied. Severus felt his heart drop at this point.

Slowly, Ben crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Severus felt his skin suddenly ignite with jealousy. "Ben.." You warned, sighing.

"Whaat?" Ben had whispered back, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. He began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.

Severus watched on in horror as you shut your eyes. Ben's fingers lingered along the backs of your soft thighs, pulling a breathy sigh from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing into your flesh.

Immediately, Severus pulled out of Ben's mind. He couldn't watch anymore. He was right. Merlin, he was right. For a moment, he inhaled sharply, quickly regaining his composure. "Obliviate." He muttered swiftly, filtering through Ben's memories and erasing every single one that contained you or Severus.

"A job well done." Remus said awkwardly as he watched Severus sheath his wand. He frowned as he stared at the back of the raven-haired wizard, silently pondering why he hadn't moved. He stood there for another good few seconds, staring wordlessly at Ben's unconscious body. Then suddenly, he spun on his heel, storming past Remus and shouldering him rather harshly. He couldn't bear to look at anyone that reminded him of you, and unfortunately for Remus, he fell under that now.

He berated himself for even letting himself get so close to you. How could he have done this to himself? Of course you didn't just want him. He was just some sort of... twisted fantasy to you. And yet, he was still willing to help you get out of this mess. That's the undeniable power of love, he supposed.

Once you were free, he'd let you go.

As Severus walked away, he could hear Remus calling his name, but he turned a blind eye and focused on marching back to his domain, the one place he felt at home, even though it used to be your arms.

You coughed and sputtered as the smoke from the cauldron in front of you began to get a little too thick, lining your lungs with what felt like some sort of tar. Perhaps you added a little too much puffer-fish. It did smell a little... oceany. A defeated groan left your lips as you let your head hit the table - after all these years you still royally fucked up potions. Severus wasn't going to be too happy that you'd burned another one of his precious cauldrons.

Suddenly, the slam of a door caught you offguard and you jumped at the loud noise, whipping around to see a rather distraught-looking Snape. That was not what you were hoping for.

"Severus? Everything okay?..." You swallowed, watching as he slowly stalked towards you, completely ignoring the burning smell of the cauldron in front of you. He didn't answer you. "Did you manage to erase them? The memories?" You tried again.

"Yes." Was all he said, his eyes burning into yours with what felt like sorrow.

"What happened?"

"Why did you lie to me?" He suddenly asked, catching you offguard.

"What?"

"You were going to stay with him." He stated matter of factly, his voice quivering a tad as he tried to hide the indescribable hurt that was undoubtedly going to eat him alive.

"That's not true, Severus." You shook your head, your brows knitting together in a wild mix of confusion and hurt. His jaw clenched at your words.

"Do not lie to me!" Severus bellowed, sweeping away from you. You flinched at the volume of his voice.

"I'm not!" You cried out, attempting to follow him as he made his way to his desk. "Severus!" You cried again, making him whip around to face you, his eyes overflowing with hurt and misdirected anger.

"I do not have time for liars, Y/N."

"Severus, just please, explain what happened!"

"What happened between you and Bluewater earlier?" He inhaled with the same sharpness that pierced his chest as he spoke those nightmarish words. 

Gods, how did he know about that? Ben must have said something to get back at him. You cursed the little bastard, but at the same time, this was also your doing. You gave into the selfish pleasure.

"He just kissed my neck, that was it, I promise." You said slowly, praying he'd believe you. Severus stared down at you, unwavering, his eyes glossing over. Your heart broke at the sight.

Perhaps you deserved this.

Severus paused for a moment, letting his black eyes study your petrified face. Clearly, you were terrified of losing him. He could see it in your eyes. That broke him. But it did not break him as much as the hellish thing he saw in Bluewater's mind. "I can't trust you."

This was your karma.

It suddenly felt as if the floor had given way beneath your feet. Your knees went weak, and all trace of feeling in your body went numb like you'd been paralysed. "No, Severus- please, you have to believe me-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Severus turned away from you as he felt a wave of unruly sadness and betrayal wash over him - something he hadn't felt in years. You desperately grasped onto his arm, the rough, black material beneath your fingers felt so uncomfortably familiar - and now it was going to be something you could only remember. "Let me go, please." The crack in Severus's voice made you release your grip.

This was it. He was really ending things between you two, for real.

"No," You sobbed. The pain from your shoulder injury felt like a pinprick compared to what you were feeling now. "Sev, please." Your cries broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay - but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.

You watched as his head raised upwards, his back still towards you. "Leave me, now, Y/N." Severus muttered and a trace of venom lingered in his words.

Without another word you left, making a straight beeline for Remus Lupin, wherever he was.

angst is my middle name, guys, i can't get enough of it. HA

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Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Draco: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him

Draco: oooh

Harry: what are they talking about?

Snape, having heard everything: murder

[atypicalamortentia]

Sex Pollen || Severus Snape

Synopsis - You come across some sex pollen in the herbology greenhouse. Not knowing what it is, you take it to your colleague, Severus Snape, to inspect.

Warnings - NSFW.

Note - Reader is 18+!

Word Count - 2.3k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You were a Professor at Hogwarts, newly graduated yourself and ready to teach the students all you had learnt at your time at the school for young witches and wizards. You were helping Pomona Sprout clean up the Herbology Greenhouses one day after a particularly messy class of first years when you stumbled across a vial of something you had never come across before. You turned to Pomona and looked at her quizzically, “what’s this?” you asked. 

Pomona looked as confused as you were as you held the vial up to the light pouring through the Greenhouse windows. “I’m… not quite sure,” she replied. “Be a dear and take it to Severus, see if he knows what it is?”

You nodded, gulping slightly. You see, you had developed a sort of ‘crush’ on your old potions Professor and that felt strange to you, especially since you were now his colleague. “I’ll be right back,” you announced before turning around on your heel and slowly walking to the dungeons where you knew Severus would be. On your way, you took several deep breaths trying your hardest to collect your thoughts and keep your feelings in check. 

Eventually, you arrived at the dungeons. Standing outside the potions classroom, you took your final deep breath before knocking on the door. As soon as you knocked, you wanted to run away, but you grasped the vial in your hand tightly and remained still. “Enter,” came his gruff voice from behind the door. You expected to see a classroom full of children, but instead you were greeted with just Severus, sitting down behind his desk. He looked up at you and nodded in acknowledgement as you entered before looking down at the parchment on his desk. Slowly, you made your way into the dimly lit room taking in the faint aroma of potions that had been brewed recently. When you reached the desk, you shakily placed the vial of unknown contents in front of Severus and smiled down at him awkwardly. 

“Pomona and I don’t know what this is,” you said, voice wavering slightly. “We were hoping you’d be able to enlighten us.”

Severus looked at the bottle before picking it up to inspect it closer. He looked puzzled as his eyes scrunched to look closer at the contents of the liquid. It was clear in colour and could have been a number of things. Severus placed the bottle on the edge of the desk and simply shrugged. “Could be a few things,” he drawled. 

You nodded, taking in his words. “Could you find out what it is?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“Of course I could find out what it is,” Severus said, his tone hinting offence. “But it will take some time.” 

“I have time,” you replied with a shrug, looking down at the potions Professor. Your heart picked up its pace as Severus looked you up and down before turning his attention away from the parchment and back to the mysterious vial on his desk. He pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up, towering over you. Your breath hitched in your throat lightly as he brushed past you and made his way over to the cauldron in the middle of the room, mysterious vial in his hand. As he opened up the vial, ready to pour some of the clear liquid into the cauldron, a cloud of what appeared to be pollen sprung up from the contents hitting Severus square in the face. He quickly closed his eyes as the pollen hit him in the face before they widened when he realised what it was. “What is that?” You asked, disgust lacing your voice as Severus quickly placed the lid back on the vial. 

“Sex pollen,” Severus replied, eyes still wide. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked with a slight stutter. 

“Sex pollen,” he repeated, gritting his teeth. He turned to put the vial on a shelf before turning back to grip the cauldron with his hands, knuckles turning white with the amount of pressure he was gripping with.

“Severus, are you okay?” You asked, slightly concerned. 

“You need to leave,” he snapped to you, eyes still closed as he grasped the cauldron harder. 

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay,” you said stubbornly, folding your arms across your chest. 

“I’m fine,” he snapped again, a slight moan tumbling from his lips as he spoke. 

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said. 

You walked over to Severus and placed your hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face you. When he turned, his eyes opened and you saw his pupils had dilated a crazy amount, his orbs holding an emotion you had never seen from your old potions Professor before. Lust. You looked him up and down, noticing the slight twitching in his body as he moved. 

“Leave!” He yelled at you, pointing towards the closed classroom door with a long, slender finger. 

“No,” you replied. “I have to help you… Somehow,” you muttered to yourself. 

“There’s no helping the situation right now,” Severus groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head slightly as he spoke. “The effects will pass in a few hours and everything will be fine. Just go back to Pomona and tell her that I will be keeping the vial for further inspection.” 

“But you already know what it is-” You started. 

“And I cannot allow you to return back to the Greenhouses with it,” he snapped. His voice was strained, a hint of desperation evident. 

“I’m not leaving you right now,” you said. “I have to help you, maybe there’s some kind of potion I can create to counter the effects…”

Severus shook his head. “There’s only one known cure for this pollen.”

“Great! I can make it and you’ll be fine,” you said, a smile gracing your lips. Your eyes held a spark of determination as you spoke. 

“It’s a natural remedy,” Severus replied, his eyes gazing up and down your body. He was checking you out.  

“Well what is it?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Fuck me,” he spat out, his eyes widening as soon as the words left his lips. 

Your own eyes widened. “Excuse me?” 

Severus grasped your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes, forcing a pale blush to sneak onto your cheeks. “I said fuck me.” Without another second of silence, or a wait for your reply, Severus smashed his lips against your own. You let out a squeal of confusion as you stumbled back against his desk as Severus’ hands began to roam your body desperately. You wanted to fight him off, but this was a dream come true. You quickly melted into the kiss, kissing back with as much vigour as he was. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your fingers intertwined themselves with his black hair, tugging slightly. A moan fell from Severus’ lips as he bucked his hips against yours roughly. It was then that you felt his erection straining against his trousers, twitching at the thought of you underneath him. A hand trailed up your shirt and made its way to your breasts, squeezing them roughly and forcing a moan to fall from your own lips. 

“Severus,” you whimpered as his hands fell from underneath your shirt and began to tug at the buttons, basically ripping your shirt off of your torso. When your shirt was off, Severus’ lips trailed down to your neck biting down at the sensitive flesh leaving a trail of wet kisses to your shoulder. The pleasure was consuming him, his body was hot to the touch and it was overwhelming. Severus Snape had never felt anything like this before. His fingertips trailed your soft body as he continued kissing at your shoulder, hands stopping at the waistband of your long skirt. In one swift motion, your skirt was pooling around your ankles leaving you in nothing but your underwear in front of your old potions Professor. Severus took a step back, taking in your beauty as he unzipped his trousers, not bothering to remove his clothes. He was speechless. His mind was spinning. All he could think about right now was the release that he was aching for. 

You watched with wide eyes as Severus pumped his cock, pre-cum drooling from the slit. You bit your lip as anticipation filled your body. “Turn around,” he groaned, grasping your hair tightly between his fingers and forcing you to turn around facing his desk. You let out a soft whimper as your body was moved to rest against the desk, bending over it. Severus fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear before he ripped them off your body, the ripped lace fabric falling to the floor in two parts. You gasped as the cool dungeon air hit your core and shivered as your body adjusted to the temperature change. You didn’t even get a chance to process what was happening before Severus thrust himself inside of you in one motion. 

“Oh Gods,” you whimpered, grasping the edge of the desk as Severus fully bottomed out inside of you. His hips immediately began moving against yours with sharp, hard thrusts. Gasps emitted from your mouth with each harsh movement Severus made, his hips snapping against yours viciously as he desperately sought after his release. 

“You’re so tight,” Severus growled into your ear, his grasp on your hair tightening as his movements sped up. “Fuck it feels so good.” 

You couldn’t reply with words. Instead you just nodded your head as Severus’ free hand worked its way to your throat, squeezing lightly. The sounds of your squelching wetness echoed through the classroom and it was only turning you on more as you gripped the edge of the desk with all you had. His hips stuttered slightly as you pressed your backside against him harder, silently begging for more. Your senses were overwhelmed with pleasure as you felt your release edge closer, a hand falling from the edge of the desk to your clit as your fingers began to play with the bundle of nerves between your legs. “Severus,” you gasped, eyes widening. “I’m going to cum!”

Severus just grunted in response, his hips never faltering their movements as your walls clenched around his cock, squeezing him tightly. It all happened so fast and before you knew it, you were cumming around his member, walls fluttering with pleasure as your eyelids began to flutter from the pleasure. “Shit,” Severus growled, his hand fell from your hair and your throat as he grasped your hips tightly and continued to pound against you. He was desperately chasing his release, his mind not even focused on your pleasure. He just wanted to cum, needed to cum. His cock twitched inside of you as your velvety walls continued to spasm around him from your release as moans tumbled from your lips. They bounced off the walls and it seemed to push Severus over the edge. “Fuck I’m cumming,” he whined, hips stuttering once more as his cum spurted from the head of his cock and deep inside of you. A string of loud, erotic moans left his lips as he came, his body shaking violently as he continued to fuck his load into your womb. Your eyes widened as load after load was spilled inside of you. 

When he had finally finished cumming, Severus pulled out of you slowly with a popping sound and groan from his lips. He looked down at you as the lust subsided, guilt and shame taking over his mind and body. “I’m… Sorry,” he whispered, tucking his still erect cock back into his trousers. 

You were confused as you turned to look at him, both of you were panting and trying to catch your breath in the awkward silence. “Why are you sorry?” You asked, picking your skirt up from around your ankles and shirt off the floor. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Severus replied, turning his face away from you. His cheeks were flushed red from his release and from embarrassment. 

“You couldn’t help it,” you said, trying your best to make him feel better. “I’m just glad I was able to help you at least.” You smiled at him softly and put your shirt on before walking up to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the contact and looked into your eyes. When his eyes met yours he was immediately filled with feelings he hadn’t felt in so long. Comfort. Longing. Love. Whether it was the endorphins from the aftermath of the sex or real feelings, he was unsure, only time would tell. 

Severus paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. “Thank you,” he eventually said, voice hoarse. 

“Don’t mention it,” you whispered back to him, a smile still plastered on your lips. 

“You should head back to Pomona. Tell her I’ll be doing some tests on the vial to figure out what it is. Meanwhile, I’ll dispose of the pollen properly,” Severus said as he straightened up his posture, demeanour returning to his stern, stoic one. You nodded in understanding as you smoothed your hair out, hoping to make yourself look presentable before you headed back to the Greenhouses. You turned on your heels as you walked towards the classroom door but was stopped by Severus once more. “Y/N?” 

“Yes?” You asked, turning around to face him. 

“Don’t mention this to anybody,” he said, eyebrows narrowing. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Professor,” you said with a sly grin before making your way out of the potions classroom. You slowly made your way back to the Greenhouses, Severus’ cum trickling down your thighs as you walked. You wondered where this left the two of you and how awkward your meetings would be from now on. After all, you were colleagues now. Only time would tell what would happen next, but you were both nervous and excited to find out. When you arrived back at the Greenhouses, you told Pomona that Severus would be doing some tests on the vial to figure out what the clear liquid was and to that, she just nodded and thanked you for all your help. You were dismissed for the day and made your way back to your quarters to process all that had happened.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Professor Severus Snape x Fem!Professor Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Headcannons of a funny reader with the seemingly grumpy boring Snape

Give Him A Laugh

When you joined Hogwarts as a Professor, every Professor and student immediately took to you

Your humour could sometimes be childish but it made everyone laugh with you

Except for one Professor

Snape found you annoying when you first joined, making all the Professors laugh at the table in the great hall disturbed his peace he tried to have after a long day

Of course you saw that Snape disliked your jokes, perhaps he disliked you aswell but that wouldn't stop you

When you walked into the great hall, all the students eyes lit up; the Weasley twins were constantly giving you compliments and asking you to join in on bets or pranks to which you obviously expected

It was very easy for you to join the students at their tables; Harry would rant to you about Quidditch, Hermione would talk you through her work and Ron would joke to you about the other students fails

You're close relationship with the students didn't go unnoticed by Snape, and he saw that you were a kind person with a good heart, he just didn't want to let his guard down to anyone

Over the months he grows to you, although he still won't laugh at you jokes, he just makes sarcastic comments in retaliation which makes you laugh harder

He likes your laugh

It wasn't until this one time that Snape actually let a smile slip

You had a joint class with Snapes and he had gathered them to give them a pep talk for the listen ahead and when students were whispering he took the opportunity to scold them

When he was scolding them you started copying Snape by mouthing his same words but with a funny face and rolling your eyes

He eventually catches on to it when he turns his head to see what his students are laughing at

You quickly turned the other direction and was looking up at the ceiling and Snape let a smile slip when he saw you smirking knowing you'd been caught

Now when you make Snape smile with your jokes and messing around he has little hesitation to show you his smile... the students eventually pick up on this

It was snowing and you and Severus took your joint class outside and when you made the students laugh as usual Snape let out a chuckle

"Oh my... Professor Snape just laughed! At Professor L/n!"

Snape knew it was too late but you joined in with the little girl and the whole classes giggling now, "Did I, just make the one and only Professor Snape laugh?!"

He tutted, doing his best to hide back a smirk and tried to calm you and the giggling students, "Now, now, there isn't any need for-"

He couldn't finish because you repeated that you made him smile and told all the kids to run away before he gave them all detention

Severus just watched and smiled as you started a snowball fight with them all

He joined in when you shouted him to help you defeat the class

He finds your jokes annoyingly funny now

And just because he joined a snowball fight and shows off his smile doesn't mean he doesn't hesitate to give them all detention when they make funny noises at you and Snape

[jessybarnes]

Forbidden Love

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Word count: Over 5k

Tags: Acromantula, mentions of blood, death of a mythical creature, gore, angst, fluff, smut, bullying, broken bones, hippogriffs, unicorns, fluffy, centaurs, syringes, major character injury, near-death experience, age gap, teacher/18-year-old student relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, begging, forced reveal of feelings, forbidden forest, family drama, and I think that’s it.

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from one of my old Tumblr accounts. I altered the timeline a little to make this flow better. I realize that Gilderoy lost his memory during the Chamber of Secrets era. I also realize that Severus didn't take on the DADA teaching position until Harry's 6th year. I just wanted to make that clear for everyone. :) Enjoy! 

"Hmm…difficult, very difficult. Mmm yes, lots of ambition and very loyal too. A hint of creativity, but you seem to mask it well with your bravery...”

As the sorting hat’s voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, your mind began to flood with the past week’s events. 

It was the day after your eighteenth birthday when you discovered your Hogwarts letter. Your grandmother had been a great witch and even taught at Hogwarts after she finished her seventh year. From the moment you were born, she knew you were destined for good things. Your parents had forbidden her from using magic around you and even went so far as to hide your letter of acceptance on your eleventh birthday. It wasn’t until you were going through some of your childhood toys in the attic that you came across it. 

The letter was stuck to the back of an old photo album, and the writing had nearly faded completely. You ran your fingers over the yellowing parchment, the tip of your index finger raising slightly as it slid over the sealing wax. You recognized the symbol immediately. Your grandmother had it all over her house, and you’d thought it to be your family’s crest. The wax gave way easily and you pulled the letter out as carefully as you could. Your heart began to race and your breath caught in your throat. The letter was for you! You had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You blinked and brought yourself back to reality, the hat seemed to be finishing up his assessment.

“...better make it...Slytherin!”

The table full of students to the far right of the hall erupted in cheer as you walked towards them. You took your seat and after the rest of the first years were sorted into their houses, the Headmaster approached the podium. He raised his hands and without saying a word, the whole room went silent. 

“Welcome! Welcome, everyone! It is my great pleasure to start off a new school year with a few minor changes. As many of you know, Gilderoy Lockhart is no longer capable of teaching. It seems a memory charm backfired and he’s lost all memory of who he is. Be that as it may, I am very pleased to announce that our own Severus Snape will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Your eyes scanned the teachers at the head table and stopped when they landed on a man who looked slightly younger than the others. He stood and nodded ever so slightly before taking his seat again. Your gaze lingered on him as Professor Dumbledore continued on with his speech.

“Thus it’s only fitting that the one and only Professor Horace Slughorn takes Severus’ place as Potions teacher.”

Another professor stood up from the table and smiled as a round of applause reverberated off the walls.

“Now that we’ve determined who will be teaching what subject, I have an additional announcement to make. All students will refrain from entering the forbidden forest. Anyone who isn’t experienced enough to handle themselves will most certainly die a very horrible death. Now, without further interruption, let the feast begin!” 

With a wave of his hand, the empty plates filled with a delicious-looking meal. You ate quietly as the other Slytherins talked and carried on. Every so often, you turned to look at the mysterious man with the all-black attire. Mysterious didn’t even begin to describe him. Even though it wasn’t classified as magic, you had always found yourself skilled in reading people.

He looked particularly confident, his shoulder-length, black hair bouncing slightly as he talked amongst the other teachers. There was just something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Was it pain? The very moment you thought the word to yourself, his eyes snapped up to yours. Horrified that you were caught staring, you quickly turned your attention to your plate. Had he read your mind? 

Deciding not to dwell on it any longer, you continued eating your meal thinking about the new chapter in your life. Though you didn’t know much about Hogwarts and the world of magic, you did know that this house, in particular, had a bad reputation. Your grandmother was a Ravenclaw, and would sometimes divulge knowledge about the other houses. The one thing you remembered about Slytherin was that its founder believed only certain people should be allowed to attend this school and practice magic.

Purebloods. 

You were the farthest thing from being a pureblood. In fact, you were what other witches and wizards would call a Muggle. That was another thing you learned from your grandma. Muggle was a term used to describe someone who had non-magic blood, or the less liked derogatory name, mud-blood. The fork in your left hand scraped across your plate as you pushed your food around aimlessly.

Why on Earth would the sorting hat put you in Slytherin? 

Soon, dinner was over and the prefects led the students back to their respective common rooms. You followed the other female students to the girl’s dormitory and found your trunk and owl had already been brought in. Nova chirped and tilted her head when she saw you, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Miss me already, sweetheart? Well, I missed you too.”

The soft feathers on her head slid between your fingers while you talked to her. Even though she didn’t talk back, it was always nice to feel like someone was listening. 

You settled on your bed and began drawing in your sketchpad as the other girls in your room talked amongst themselves. Their conversation hardly registered with you, your focus solely on the drawing of Nova you were currently working on. It wasn’t until one of the other girls tapped you on your shoulder that you noticed they were talking to you.

“Hellooo? Were you even listening to us?”

You set your sketch pad next to you on the bed and looked up at the three girls staring at you intently.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking to me. I was um … I was focused on my drawing.” 

The girl closest to you rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently.

“I said, why aren’t you eleven like the other first years?”

There it was, the question you knew would be asked eventually. You just didn’t think you’d have to answer it this soon.

“My um… Well, I suppose it’s because my parents hid my acceptance letter from me.”

The one with the blonde hair began to laugh.

“Why that’s absurd. Why anyone would hide a Hogwarts letter from their child is beyond me. Unless… wait… are you, not a pureblood?”

A sudden feeling of shame overtook you and your gaze wandered to your lap, a loose string on your blanket became instantly more interesting.

“I-I… Well, no… I’ve got non-magic parents actually.”

The third girl scoffed.  “Daphne, can you believe they let scum like this into our house?”

Blondie, who you presumed to be Daphne, snatched your sketchbook off the bed and tore it in two, and laughed. “Serves her right. Mud-bloods don’t belong in Slytherin.”

She drew her wand and pushed the tip into the skin of your throat making your whole body quake in fear.

“Listen up you vile little wretch, you’d better not lose us any house points if you value your life at all. Understand?” 

Tears pricked your eyes as you nodded quickly. “Y-Yes… Yes, I-I understand.”

She removed her wand and the two other girls followed close behind as they left the room. Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths trying to slow the rapid beating of your heart. A few minutes later, you let out a shaky breath and began to clean up the remnants of your sketch pad. Luckily, this was a brand new one and Daphne hadn’t torn up anything too valuable. 

Once you were finished, you slipped on your shoes and held out your arm to Nova. She chirped happily and sidestepped to your shoulder. Staying in your room anywhere near the other Slytherin girls was the last thing you wanted to do, so you decided to explore the castle grounds a little before bed. After all, it was only Friday night, and classes didn’t start for another two weeks. 

The crisp, fall air licked at your skin the moment you stepped out into the courtyard. It felt good to breathe the fresh air and you suspected that Nova felt the same. She immediately took flight and let out a happy screech. Part of you envied her. Being able to soar as high as the clouds away from all the negativity was something you could only dream of doing. 

You wandered around the castle grounds until you spotted a hut nestled at the edge of a tree line. The stone exterior and the pointed roof reminded you of the fairytales your parents used to read as bedtime stories when you were little. Light grey smoke billowed out of the chimney and you could faintly hear someone humming. Curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself at the foot of the steps. 

Before you could knock, the front door swung open and none other than Hagrid looked down at you.

“Why ‘ello there, lass! Teh what do I owe yeh the pleasure?”

You’d only known him for a few hours, but you could tell that Hagrid had a big heart and good intentions.

“I just needed some fresh air that's all. Things are… a bit much in my house.”

Hagrid studied you as you spoke. It didn’t take a genius to know something was bothering you, and he saw right through the fake smile plastered on your face.

“Why don’t yeh come in fer a spot of tea? I can tell something is troublin’ yeh.” 

It became a sort of routine, the evenings you’d spend with the Hogwarts groundskeeper. After Hagrid had learned the way the other Slytherins were treating you, he’d made it clear that you could spend the night in his spare room any time you needed to. You insisted on paying him for his hospitality, but he always refused. All he had ever asked in return was help taking care of the mythical creatures. Most would probably view it as a chore, but you found it extremely therapeutic. 

Friday evening before school started, you noticed Hagrid was missing from the teacher’s table. After dinner, you jogged along the path to his house and noticed the lights inside his hut were off.

Hmm...that’s weird, you thought to yourself.

Normally, he’d be making a pot of tea right about now. Tentatively, you walked up the steps and lightly knocked on his door.

“Hagrid? Hey, are you home? It’s Y/N…” You tried the door, and it opened easily. “Hagrid? I’m coming in…”

Fang peeked at you over his paw and yawned lazily. Other than the glow of the fire, nothing showed signs that he was home. As quietly as you could you walked to the back towards his bedroom. There, wrapped up in blankets and looking beyond miserable, was the half-giant himself. 

“Oh, Hagrid… what’s the matter? You look like you feel awful.”

He coughed and sneezed a few times before blowing his nose into a hankey. His skin was clammy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I’m sick, lass. Yeh shouldn’t come near me if ye know what’s good fer ya.”

Out of instinct you put the underside of your wrist against his forehead and grimaced.

“Hagrid, you’re burning up! Come on! We have to get you to Madame Pomfrey.” 

You helped him stand and carefully started to lead him toward the castle. It took nearly fifteen minutes, but finally, you were able to get him to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey motioned to a bed and helped you lay him down. She insisted that she keep him overnight so she could monitor him, but Hagrid was having none of it.

“No! Absolutely not! I can’t stay ‘ere overnight. Who’ll feed Fang an all me other beasts? Buckbeak ain’t the nicest Hippogriff when he’s missed a meal yeh know.” 

Your hand came down to cover his as you looked him in the eyes.

“Hagrid, please...stay here and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. I’ll take care of feeding them tonight, okay? It’s not like I haven’t helped you make your rounds for the past week and a half.”

The groundskeeper sighed with defeat and nodded.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll stay an let yeh take care o’ my pets, but yeh have ta promise me you’ll be careful.” 

You gave him a soft smile and stood to smooth out your robes. “Don’t worry, Hagrid. I’ll be quick and efficient just like you taught me. I even made myself a list so I remember which animal eats what as well as where they’re all located. I’ve got this!”

Before he could change his mind, you hurried out of the room and back to his hut to grab what you needed. According to the list, you had five different species to feed tonight. The unicorns, Buckbeak the hippogriff, Fluffy the three-headed dog, the centaurs, and Aragog the acromantula.

None of these mythical beasts ever acted like they were harmful, but they weren’t to be taken lightly either. Not to mention you were with Hagrid every time you’d fed them before. After loading up the bags with their food, you made sure you had your wand before approaching the edge of the forest. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, the shadow from the trees always made the forest dark and a thin layer of mist lingered near the forest floor. 

Fluffy was first on your list. His doghouse was about fifty feet within the forest. Brandishing your wand, you cast Lumos Maxima and took the trail to the west. A few minutes later, you could hear light snores echoing off the trees. Making sure you had the three slabs of meat at the ready, you whistled to get the giant beast’s attention. 

"Fluffy! I got you some dinner!"

The dog's left head yawned enthusiastically and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough sleeping. It's time for some yummy meat!"

The middle head began to growl and bare its teeth at you while the one on the right shook its head back and forth violently.

"There we go, nice and easy…" You slowly got closer and gently set the slabs of meat within his reach before backing off." 

You stuck around long enough to make sure he saw the food and then walked north towards the part of the forest where unicorns made their homes. It surprised you to learn that they preferred witches over wizards. Hagrid had told you that they were very fast, so much so that they could outrun a werewolf. 

Instead of trying to seek them out, he set up feed pails around their homes and filled them with food. As you were filling the pails, you saw a golden blur out of the corner of your eye. It startled you at first, but then you remembered Hagrid telling you that unicorn fouls were gold in color. 

Staying completely still, you waited until it poked its head out from behind the tree.

"Hi, sweetheart. You want some food?"

At the mention of food, the foul whinnied and slowly approached your outstretched hand. It broke your heart that these beautiful creatures were nearly extinct. You gave light scratches to the tufts of fur behind its ears, the serene moment nearly making you forget where you were. 

After hand-feeding the baby for a few minutes, you quickly filled the rest of the pails before heading towards the centaurs. Hagrid always made sure you remembered how proud the centaur breed was. They didn't like to be classified as "beasts" along with thestrals, merfolk, or werewolves. They also ate both human and equine food. 

It was a good thing you remembered to grab both types. You didn't want to upset them at all, let alone do so without Hagrid around to protect you. As you approached their den, a familiar face came to greet you.

"Good evening, Y/N."

Firenze stood tall as he looked down at you, his unwavering gaze making you a bit nervous.

"H-Hey! Sorry, it took me a bit to get here. Hagrid isn't feeling well, and I had to take him to the hospital wing." 

The creature nodded and uncrossed his arms.

"That's quite alright. I see you brought my colony dinner."

You offered a smile and held out two big knapsacks of food. "I did! I wasn't sure what you would prefer so I came bearing a variety of things...I-I hope that's okay."

Firenze chuckled and placed one of his large hands on your shoulder. "That's very kind of you, Y/N. Please give Hagrid my best. I do hope he recovers quickly."

With a nod and a wave, you watched him until he was out of sight. 

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turned east and walked in the direction of the area Buckbeak frequented. You’d come to love the Hippogriff ever since Hagrid introduced you to him. It only took you about five minutes to navigate the trail before you could hear the excited bleats coming from a group of trees. Making sure to stop the moment you crested the hill, you made eye contact with Buckbeak and bowed low.

The Hippogriff turned and tilted its head momentarily and then bowed in return. You took the dead ferrets out of the bag and tossed them in the air for him to catch. When you ran out he nudged the side of your face and chirped happily.

“Yes, I love you too, Beaky. You’re a good boy!”

Kissing his beak sweetly, you bade him goodnight and walked south toward the heart of the forest. Time to feed the final species on your list.

Aragog.

Even though they were capable of human speech, acromantulas were the one beast you had a fear of. As you approached Aragog’s lair, hundreds of tiny spiders crawled on the ground next to you. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you crept into the pitch-black den with your senses on high alert. At the heart of it sat the beast himself.

“Who dares to come into my home?”

With a shaky hand, you reached into your bag and quickly pulled out a dead fox as an offering. 

“A-Aragog? It’s um…it’s Y/N, the one who has been coming with Hagrid to feed you. I have umm… I have some birds and foxes for you.”

The large arachnid stalked closer to you, its eyes like black holes as it seemed to stare into your soul.

“Yes… the young fleshy girl who claims to be a friend of Hagrid. Tell me, where is my keeper? What have you done to him?” 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your fight or flight instincts began to kick in.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything to him. He… he isn’t feeling well and I told him I’d come and bring you dinner…”

You hadn’t realized you were backing up until your heel caught a crooked root poking through the ground. Pain shot through your ankle as you fell against the floor of the den. Aragog clicked his fangs together and you flinched as his voice boomed around you angrily.

“I don’t believe you! I’ve known Hagrid for over fifty years, and not once has he missed a feeding!”

As graceful as your sprained ankle would allow, you scrambled to your feet and dumped the dead birds and foxes on the ground in front of you.

“H-Here’s your food… I… I’m just gonna go…”

The venom from his fangs began to drip on the ground as he moved even closer to you.

“Go? Oh, I don’t think so, friend of Hagrid. Those foxes and birds may sate my son's and daughter's hunger, but they won't satisfy me."

Ignoring the throb in your injured foot, you clambered out of the den as fast as you could. Branches swatted you in the face as you sprinted toward Hagrid's hut. Aragog was hot on your heels as the castle grounds became more and more visible. Just a few more feet and you'd be safe. 

A rotted tree trunk caught your eye, but it was too late for you to avoid it. You hit the ground with a sickening thud, your wrist that broke your fall was surely broken. Turning to face the fastly approaching acromantula, you pleaded for him to stop.

"Aragog, please! ….I...I didn't do anything to Hagrid… please don't hurt me!" 

The giant spider loomed over you, its fangs clicking together violently.

"Goodbye, friend of Hagrid…"

You let out a blood-curdling scream as its pincers tore into your flesh, the moonlight fading away until you slipped into unconsciousness. 

Nights were usually the time Severus took to think. It was his free time, save for the occasional disobedient student wandering the corridors. He'd just walked past the open courtyard when a small owl flew down to land on his shoulder.

"Get off me you insolent bird!"

It let out a screech and circled him before settling on his other arm. 

"Merlin’s beard, what is it that you want?!"

Just as he was about to send it away, he noticed a small charm bracelet attached to the owl's left leg. Curious, he cast Lumos and read the inscription. 

Name: Nova Jane

Property of: Y/F/N Y/L/N

"I see...you're the property of the new Slytherin girl. Go on then! Go back to the dormitory."

Nova nipped at the buttons on his sleeve and screeched loudly. Just as Severus was about to scare it off, your scream echoed throughout the castle grounds.

"Take me to her! Now!"

Nova took flight and soared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Severus ran as quickly as he could, his robes flowing behind him like a cape. His heart thundered against his chest as he broke through the treeline. 

The moment he saw Hagrid's acromantula towering over you, he drew his wand and aimed for its head.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The spell sent Aragog catapulting backward, its body falling lifeless against the base of a large tree.

Seeing you lying there motionless made his blood run cold.

"Oh, Merlin…no no no..."

He sank down in the mud and put two fingers against your neck, a breath of relief falling from his lips when a faint pulse fluttered against them. His eyes scanned your body, worry prickling his skin at the number of deep cuts you had. He knew you wouldn't survive if he didn't act now. 

With a shaky hand, he pointed his wand to the deep gash in your abdomen.

"Vulnera sanentur…"

A glow illuminated from it and within seconds it was as if the wound never existed. He did the same for the other large wounds as well as your wrist and ankle before lifting you into his arms. He may have stopped the bleeding, but you still had the acromantula's venom flowing freely in your veins. He only had a few minutes to reverse the toxins. 

Closing his eyes, he apparated to his sleeping chambers and gently laid you on his bed. Severus worked quickly to mix up the antivenom. Once it was mixed properly, he used a syringe to inject it into all of your main arteries. 

It became a waiting game. You'd lost a lot of blood, nearly too much, and all Severus could do now was hope you'd wake up. He found himself pacing, checking your pulse every so often to make sure you were still breathing. Eventually, the adrenaline in his body wore off, and it made him realize how tired he was. 

He shed his robe, toed his shoes off, and with a snap of his fingers, a fire began to crackle and pop in the fireplace. He sat and pondered to himself. What was he supposed to do with you? It wasn't like he could take you to Madame Pomfrey now. Not after he'd healed you the best he could. Plus, he was sure the other Hogwarts staff would question him on why he took you back to his chambers. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he'd done it. He acted on pure instinct. 

His gaze wandered over to where you were laying. Severus felt himself relax upon seeing your chest rise and fall. He'd done it. He'd saved you. His eyes began to get heavy as he listened to your soft breathing. Unable to stay awake any longer, he let sleep consume him. 

The smell of tea filled your nostrils as you tried to recall where you were. Last night's events flooded your mind and your eyes immediately snapped open. 

Scanning the room, your brows furrowed in confusion. This wasn't the hospital wing, and it definitely wasn't Hagrid's. You sat up, your back against the headboard, and scanned your exposed skin. Other than a few bruises, there wasn't any sign of injury on you at all. Had it all been a dream? 

The sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened at the sight of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher carrying a teacup and saucer.

"Oh, you're up. Good." He strode over and set the cup down on the nightstand next to you. "Drink this. It'll help you feel better." 

You blinked up at him, your eyes staring into his obsidian ones. Even though he wore a scowl ninety percent of the time, your professor wasn't bad looking. In fact, you found him quite attractive. His form-fitting robes with all those buttons and his confidence drew you in almost immediately. 

It was then that you remembered he'd spoken to you. Forcing your brain to form words, you stuttered out a response.

"I...um…th-thank you, Professor…"

His stone-faced expression didn't waver as he sat down on the comforter next to you.

"Why, Y/N? Why would you put yourself in danger like that?! You could have been killed! Merlin, if it wasn't for your insolent bird, you would have been!" 

You focused on your lap, your cheeks red with shame.

"M'sorry… I was just t-trying to help Hagrid fe-"

You slapped your hand over your mouth and internally cursed yourself. Hagrid made you promise not to tell anyone you were helping him, and here you've almost told none other than Professor Snape! 

"Go on…"

Shaking your head, you moved to get off the bed.

"I… I can't… Thank you for saving me, Professor. I'll just be going…"

His firm hand came to rest on your thigh and with little force, he pushed you back down onto the bed.

"Listen to me, Y/N. I'm your Head of House. Either you tell me what you were doing in that forest, or I'll make you tell me." 

The demand in his tone sent shivers down your spine. It really should be a sin to have a voice like his.

"I-I...um…"

Severus rolled his eyes and stood to walk across the room. He came back with a vial, with a small amount of liquid in the bottom.

"Know what this is?"

You shook your head.

"This is Veritaserum. Three drops of this, and it'll make you spill your darkest...of secrets…" 

You watched as he poured the small amount of liquid into a glass of butterbeer.

"Drink…"

Instead of obeying his orders you grabbed the teacup off the saucer and swallowed its contents.

"Thank you, Professor, but I’m no longer thirsty and I don't like butterbeer." 

For the first time since you arrived at Hogwarts, his lips gave a hint of a smile.

"It's no matter. What do you suppose I did with the rest of the serum, hm?"

All the color drained from your face, your mouth opening and closing like you were a fish out of water. 

"The tea…"

Your professor chuckled, "Yes, the tea. Now, tell me, what were you doing in the Forbidden Forest after curfew?"

You couldn't stop them. It was as if you were possessed. The words came flowing out of you on their own accord.

"I was helping Hagrid feed his mythical creatures. He's in the infirmary sick and I offered to do it so he didn't have to." 

Severus narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been doing this?"

You swallowed thickly. “Since the first day of school. Some of the other Slytherin girls were bullying me so I went for a walk. It was then that I formally met Hagrid. He offered me his spare bedroom, and I’ve been sleeping there ever since…”

He rose to his feet and began pacing again, his hands behind his back. “And he lets you stay...for free?” 

“I can stay as long as I help him tend to the mythical creatures that live in the forest. He taught me everything he knows and I help him with feedings.”

Severus stopped and turned to face you. “Did you ever think of coming to me for help with the bullying? I am the Head of Slytherin you know.” 

Oh, how you wished you could hold back the words threatening to escape. No matter how hard you tried, it was no use.

“I was too nervous to come to you, Professor.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hands fidgeting out in front of him. He knew his presence intimidated most of the children attending Hogwarts, but he decided to use this to his advantage.

“Obviously...And why, do you suppose, I make you so nervous, Y/N?” 

“I suppose it’s because I’m in love with you.”

Your response came out just above a whisper, but he still heard every word. Out of every scenario in his mind, Severus did not expect you, a young woman, to say that. For a rare moment in his life, he was rendered speechless. It took him a moment to collect himself, but once he did he noticed your face was buried in your hands. Merlin, help him, you were crying and it was all his fault. 

He slowly moved to where you were laying and sat down so he was at your level. Without giving it any thought, he pulled you into his chest and began rubbing small circles on your back to soothe you.

“Merlin, what was I thinking? I shouldn’t have forced the truth out of you like that. Please...forgive me.”

You clutched at his robes and moved your tear-filled eyes to his.

“I forgave you the moment it happened, Professor.”

A few silent moments passed between the two of you and he continued to hold your gaze. Severus was the first to move. Ever so slowly, he leaned down to capture your lips. 

His mouth melded with yours perfectly, and he didn’t stop until his lungs demanded it. Your eyes closed, your forehead coming to rest against his.

“Professor I-”

He silenced you with another chaste kiss. “Severus…Call me Severus, Y/N.” 

“Please Severus…make love to me.”

His resolve broke the moment the plea fell from your lips. Severus gently laid you back and gently rid you of your tattered robes. His calloused hands slid over your smooth skin making your breath hitch. He peppered kisses down into the crook of your neck, his path moving to the space between your breasts.

“S-Severus...please…need you…”

He nipped playfully at your jaw and sat up slightly to take his shirt off.

“Patience, Y/N… I’ll take care of you.” 

Once he was bare before you he made his way between your legs. His touch was tentative, his fingertips brushing your folds gingerly. He circled your clit making you arch off the bed.

“Oh, Merlin!... Fuck!”

Severus chuckled and slid two of his fingers inside you curling them upwards.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked, Y/N…”

He easily found the sensitive spot inside of you, the coil in your core winding tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“Please! Oh…shit… Se-Severus! M’gonna cum… please… please make me cum!”

His cock twitched at your words, precum leaking from the tip.

“Let go, Y/N...cum for me…”

With a cry of his name, you fell over the edge. Your chest heaved as you pulled him up for a heated kiss. 

“Need you, Sev. Need you inside me. Please…”

As carefully as he could, Severus lined himself up and pushed into you.

“Merlin, you’re so tight!”

His thrusts were steady and his kisses were fervent as he made love to you.

“Oh, fuck! Sev! Oh, you’re so good… so good, baby…”

Both of you wanted it to last, but it was clear you both needed the release more.

“Y/N, I won’t last much longer like this… you feel amazing...so amazing.”

You slid your fingers through his thick hair and pulled his mouth down to yours. “Cum with me, Severus…” 

A moment later, both of you soared into bliss together. His lips rested against your own and his body shook as he spilled into you, your walls clenching around his cock. Severus was spent as he settled behind you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

“Y/N, I need to know you’re okay with this...with us…”

Threading your fingers with his, you planted a sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

“Severus, our love may be forbidden, but I’d choose you no matter what it cost me. I’ll take you as you are. Your highs, your lows, all of it. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

He turned you in his arms and cupped your cheek.

“I never thought I’d ever love another. Not after Lily, but seeing you in the forest like that sparked something in me. Something I haven’t felt for nearly fourteen years. I’ll spend forever protecting and loving you. 

As your eyes grew heavy, you felt a new sense of worth. Coming to Hogwarts was something you’d only dreamed of growing up. The moment you found your acceptance letter, you knew your life would change. You never thought you’d find someone to love here, but for once you were happy, and that’s all you’d ever wanted.

[turvi]

Hi beautifulll! Could you write a piece were student reader x professor Severus are in long secret relationship - and imagine Harry and reader are in the great hall during lunch talking to each other in hushed voices etc trying to not make too much of a fuss but you can tell something is wrong, which Severus notices. And then Harry gets up and storms out of the hall with reader running to follow. Later they both end up coming in late to their Potions class, to which Severus just eyes them weirdly before taking points away ofc. Anyway after the class is over he asks reader to stay back and asks her what’s going on. She doesn’t tell and then says that Harry confessed he likes her. Severus gets upset and makes a comment about the potter boys always taking his loved ones any from him before reader comforts him and then it’s just pure fluff of them both comforting one another :) sorry ik it’s long was just ranting my thoughts out!

Severus loathed this feeling. His grip tightened around his quill as he saw Y/n laughing with Harry. Y/n’s laughter used to sound like honey in his ears when he was the reason she laughed but now it pricked his heart how that dunderhead was making his girl laugh. Severus hated how beautiful she looked as she smiled at Harry. He wanted to be the only one who saw her smile like that. 

His brows furrowed deeper when he saw Harry whisper in Y/n’s ear. The voices in the Great Hall faded and he felt a tinge in his chest as he saw them leave the Great Hall. Severus felt a sense of deja vu. This was how he had started to lose Lily. This is how he will lose Y/n. He will no longer feel her soft fingers on his skin, he will no longer see her looking at him in so much love, and he will no longer hear her humming as he slowly falls asleep. 

Severus got up abruptly and went to the Potions classroom even though he had 30 minutes for the next class. He couldn’t be in front of so many people while his heart was breaking with mere thoughts of Y/n being with Harry. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realise when the students came in. He cleared his throat and started looking for her as everyone settled. There was no sign of Harry or Y/n. That was it. He had lost her. 

He was about to turn his back when he saw the door open and Y/n and Harry entering the classroom. Severus noticed how she avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. His booming voice made everyone jump. “30 points each from Gryffindor.” He didn’t bother speaking much and turned his attention to teaching the class ignoring his heartache as he saw Harry glancing at Y/n now and then. 

Severus was so involved in his thoughts that he didn’t realise the minutes passed and the class was over. He held back his scoff as he saw the students hurriedly collecting their belongings in their bags. As usual, his onyx eyes found Y/n, he walked closer to her desk “Miss L/n stay back…we need to have a conversation about your…performance” he demanded and Y/n felt a shiver down her spine. She felt her throat dry when she saw his cold gaze on her. 

As soon as the last student left Severus put his palms on her desk. “Why were you late L/n?” Y/n felt her heart clench as she heard him say her last name with such coldness…as if she didn’t mean anything to him.  

She took a shuddered breath and finally spoke up, “Harry…he…he said he…he….has a crush on…me” Y/n noticed him clenching his jaw and immediately cupped his cheek. Her touch brought Severus out of his rage daze. 

“These buffoon Potter boys are always trying to take my love away from me” Severus huffed and started picking his nails. Y/n gently placed her hand in his, kissing the back of his hand. 

“But he didn’t Severus,” she spoke so softly it immediately eased his heart, as if he didn’t need to hear anything else, “Harry can’t take me away from you…not when I am so stubborn and so terribly in love with you that I am willing to stand by you no matter how rough life gets for us.” 

Us. That was a word Severus had barely heard. Any sense of family was lost for him when he lost Lily but now when he looks into Y/n’s eyes and can feel her hand in his, he feels complete. Severus couldn’t help but smile at the idea of having someone being there for him, someone he could rely on. 

Before tears could leave his eyes he placed his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. Enjoying her presence, the feeling of her breath made him feel like someone had now wrapped a warm blanket around him to save him from the harsh cold.  

“No words can explain how thankful I am for your presence” he couldn’t keep his hands back from touching her, her smile only encouraging him more. “I am so terribly in love with you too.” 

Her giggles warmed him up more, his heart beating wildly in his chest as she peppered kisses all over his face.

A/N: I apologise for the long delay (I got this request in July eshh.) too much happened this year and now I am back feeling fresh after a hectic few months. Again so sorry for the delay I have so many more stories and I will post them soon. <3

[tvimagines221b]

Being The Daughter of Snape’s Closest Child-Hood Friend And Him Being Your Mentor Would Include:

Upon your arrival at Hogwarts during your first year, it was clear that Professor Snape was able to recognize you almost instantly. It wasn’t just the fact that you were a splitting image of your mother. Though, you had always been oblivious to your mother’s connection with Snape, he had not been the same to your existence. As the years after their graduation passed, Severus and your mother did well to keep in touch with one another. By no other way than through letters. It is how he knew of both your birth, and your arrival to Hogwarts.

It was almost instantly that Snape knew that he felt some sort of obligation towards you. Not only did he swear to help you excel in your studies by becoming your mentor, but he also swore to protect you from any harm that may come to you.

When first meeting Snape, like many of the other students you could feel his intimidation. Seeing how closed off, and guarded he acted.

Although, this only made you more curious about him.

With your time under his mentorship, you had come to learn that Snape had taken a liking to you. Not only giving you knowledge, but treating with you kindness.

Realizing Snape wasn’t as awful as students proclaimed.

Bonding with him over your shared connection with your mother. Often it’s when he notices you do things that remind him of her. Or, as the both of you are having tea together and he spends hours on end talking about his memories of your mother.

Snape believing you can become greater than you could possibly imagine. “My dear, you have more potential than you can even imagine. I believe that one day you could become of the greatest witches this school as ever seen.”

His words meaning the world to you. “Thank you. I’m just trying to make my mother proud.”

Him telling you, that you are. And he is proud of you too. “She is proud, as am I.”

It was in that moment, you had seen him smile for the first time. A real and genuine smile. And you had then known, how much he truly cared for you.

[severussimp]

Rest now, I got you.

[sacredsnape]

Alright alright first off hi! Welcome back I missed your writings and second could I please request a one shot about severus after war but he’s still the headmaster and the staff want to give him something on his birthday, so they get reader who is an escort, sev is obviously mortified but reader is chill and is like we can just talk if you’re uncomfortable with touch.

You can do whatever you want with this honey, but I just want it to end up with him asking for a real date. 

Hi anon! I love this request sm. At first, I was going to make it pure fluff, but then I got a little carried away 😈

Genre: smut/fluff

Warnings: handjob, blowjob, brief reader masturbation, unprotected p in v, Sev has a huge pp, praise kink, soft and tender sex, crying during sex, slightly sub Sev, hickies, mentions of Sev's past hookups, mentions of Nagini's attack during the war

Masterlist

Two years after the war, Severus was still feeling the bite of Nagini like it had just been yesterday.

The place he had been bitten ached every day. It stung with the memories that came with it; he was lucky to be alive but mortified that Voldemort tried to kill him with his snake.

Above all, Severus felt a great deal of spite towards Voldemort. He outlived that slimy old bastard and was now living a calm, relatively happy life in a little cottage in Hogsmeade.

Severus was still Headmaster at Hogwarts, and with Minerva's help, he learned how to gradually enjoy the position. He was still very serious about protecting the students and setting fair yet strict punishments. After the Carrows, he did everything in his power to ensure that no student was in danger.

Severus went to work on January 9th, 2000, like any other day. He clocked in, grabbed his coffee from the kitchens, and then went to his office, only to choke and spit out his coffee everywhere when he saw a complete stranger sitting on his desk.

"Happy birthday?" you tried meekly, growing slightly nervous as Severus's eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

He placed his coffee down on a small table in the corner, turning on his heel with his wand now pointed at you, completely forgetting that it was his birthday as his fight or flight instincts kicked in.

"Who are you?" Severus demanded, his voice low and cold. "Why are you in my office? Get out!"

Your lips parted in shock; did Minerva not tell Severus about the surprise she had gotten him for his birthday?

"Severus, I can explain-" you began, starting to stand up but he stopped you, pointing his wand into your chest. The cool tip of the wand left a small indent in your skin, and you felt a wave of heat roll through you at the contact.

"Then explain. Quick-ly," he muttered, his eyes set with determination to get you out of his office. "Before I banish you from this castle and my office forever!"

You bit your lip, gently closing your hand around his wand and pushing it away. Severus raised his eyebrows at you, perplexed, before you spoke again.

"I'm going to assume that Minerva didn't tell you, but she and the other staff knew that your 40th birthday was coming up, so they wanted to...surprise you with me," you nervously began, squirming under the Headmaster's piercing gaze. "I'm an...an escort."

Severus felt as if someone had splashed cold water on his face. His stomach dropped and then churned, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

With reluctance, he slowly, almost meticulously, dragged his eyes up and down your body. He noticed that your attire was simply not appropriate for the frigid weather outside - you were wearing a skimpy little dress that barely covered your ass. He looked back at your face, noticing that your hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, one that would not come undone with rigorous movement.

Severus swallowed, licking his lips. You simpered under his gaze, squeezing your thighs together as you suggested, "If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do anything. I can just sit here and chat with you."

"Sit here and chat with me," Severus repeated, laughing darkly. He shook his head, finally putting his wand away in his robes. "I can't believe they did this. I survived that blasted snake's attack, and now they're trying to get me laid."

"You haven't been laid?" Your question came out as more of a gasp, genuinely surprised. You considered Severus to be a very handsome man, and you knew that the quiet ones were usually...well endowed.

"I have been laid," Severus snapped without meaning to. "Twice. The first time happened when I was 31, and the second time happened a few months after the second war started."

Severus didn't want you, a gorgeous, polite woman, to think he was some loser in his 40s who hadn't been boned yet. His first time was a messy one night stand with a witch he met in London, but at least he learned how to eat pussy that night. The second time was with Lucius during a Death Eater meeting at the Manor, his back pressed against Lucius's front as he rammed into him from behind, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

Severus shuddered as he experienced flashbacks of the two times in his life he ever had sex. When he used to have more energy and motivation, he'd masturbate in the shower or in bed after a long day. He was now realizing that he hadn't experienced an orgasm in years.

"Severus?" you spoke softly, waving a hand in front of his face. He flinched, snapping out of his thoughts and grabbing your wrist in his large hand.

"I've obviously had experience," Severus drawled, whining softly as blood rushed to his cock. "No...stop. Don't get hard, don't-" His thoughts were scolding him, shaming him for getting hard after feeling a fraction of your skin against his, but your skin was just so soft and warm, and he could smell your lavender body lotion.

Your breath hitched as he held your wrist, aroused at how big his hand was. You briefly imagined that hand running over your body and between your legs, sending you to orgasm with those long fingers-

Severus chuckled. He had read your mind, fascinated by your salacious thoughts of his hand. He tentatively intertwined his fingers with yours, surprised to feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

His entire face changed. His once dark, serious expression turned soft, almost tender, and a singular tear rolled down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," Severus gasped, tearing away from you. "I- I get emotional very easily. I'm sorry, here-" He fumbled around in his robes, pulling out a handful of Galleons. "Take this. I don't want you to waste my time with me when I cry at the slightest touch-"

His panicked ramble was silenced by your warm lips pressing against his. Severus gasped, his erection straining against his trousers and nudging your lower stomach as you pulled him closer. You moaned into his mouth, pushing your fingers through his black hair, which had streaks of gray that you found oddly attractive.

You took the lead, pushing your tongue into his mouth and curling your fingers in his hair. Severus became even harder during the heated kiss, groaning lowly as you dropped a hand to feel him.

"Holy shit, you're so hard. You feel huge too," you breathed, slowly teasing his bulge over his trousers. Severus whined, gripping your hips as you continued to tease him. His cock was so sensitive even under his trousers, and he was worried that he'd come undone in the next thirty seconds if you kept touching him like this.

"I'm quite- fuck- humble about my size," Severus blushed, a chill running through him as your hand slipped past the waistband of his trousers. According to the witch he hooked up with so many years ago, he had "the biggest cock she's ever taken."

"Oh, I don't think you should be humble about this thing," you giggled, feeling an ache grow between your thighs as you cupped his bare cock. He was thick, and you could feel veins if you moved your fingers the right way. His cock throbbed against your hand and you smirked when you felt a bead of precum drip down your knuckles.

"Fucking hell," Severus hissed, gripping the edge of his desk so hard that his knuckles turned white. His heart was racing, his mouth opened as his climax threatened to peak already.

A broken moan left him as you pulled his trousers down, letting the fabric pool at his ankles before taking his big cock in your hand. He had to be seven inches at least, with a well trimmed area of grayish black hair that connected to his happy trail. The tip was a darkish pink color, and it wept precum as you began to jerk him off.

"Is this okay?" you sweetly asked him, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. Severus nodded, too lost in his pleasure to verbalize his satisfaction.

Each flick of your wrist sent electric bliss down his spine. You were so perfect, so gorgeous, so delectable, like a demon of lust that was possessing him with so much pleasure.

Severus fucking whimpered, a sound he hadn't made since he was with Lucius. You smirked, stroking him faster and harder until the sound of your hand moving on his shaft was clearly audible.

"Ahh, that feels amazing," Severus whimpered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He was so close already, so fucking close, that he almost felt ashamed. Although used to coming so quickly, he wished he could draw it out for a little bit longer, just to keep feeling your hand's magic.

"I'm- I'm gonna-" Severus had no time to warn you before he came with a loud groan, the hand gripping his desk shaking as he shot ropes of hot cum all over your hand.

With a satisfied smile, you dropped to your knees, resting your cum-covered hand on his thigh and the other between your own legs. You had no underwear on under your dress, and you dipped a finger inside of your pussy, moaning at how wet you were.

"Do you hear that?" you asked Severus, rubbing circles into your clit with your thumb so that he could hear your wetness. "You made me this wet. You did that."

"I did that," Severus uttered in disbelief, feeling a twinge of pride. He didn't know that he could make someone so aroused in such a short amount of time; even his hookups in the past took a while.

"Uh-huh..." you mumbled, curiously licking the tip of his cock as your fingers continued to work on your clit. Severus inhaled sharply, gathering your ponytail in his fist.

"You have such a pretty cock," you purred, sucking the head into your waiting mouth. Severus moaned softly, digging his fingers into your scalp as you took as much of him as you could.

You immediately hollowed your cheeks, beginning to bob your head gently. Severus was in heaven, his eyes falling closed as you expertly sucked and licked around his sensitive shaft.

"S-so good. You're such a good g-girl," Severus stammered out his praise. You moaned around him, your pussy throbbing with need at his deep voice. Ever since he first spoke to you ten minutes ago, you'd been dying to hear his voice praising you.

You bobbed your head more eagerly now, resting both slick hands on his thighs. Severus groaned and rolled his head back, seeing stars burst behind his eyelids. Your tongue was magnificent; it licked him just right.

"So good... you taste so good," you moaned, humming as you savored the taste of Severus. Severus gripped your hair harder, resisting the urge to buck into your mouth. He didn't want to hurt your pretty little throat, after all.

Severus stared down at you with half-lidded eyes, in a daze as he listened to the lewd slurping sounds you made around his cock. He was close again, and as if you had read his mind, you pulled your lips away, smiling cheekily.

"I was just about to come," Severus grumbled, looking adorably flustered above you. You licked your lips and swallowed the precum you had gathered, replying, "Wouldn't you rather come inside my pussy? I'm clean and on the pill."

Severus laughed, the sound making your heart swoon. "You're an eager girl, aren't you?" he mused, helping you onto your feet. Your knees hurt a little from kneeling on the hard floor, but it was worth it.

"I think any girl would be eager with how big your cock is," you replied coolly, pulling your dress over your head. Severus wheezed, all the air leaving his body as he stared at your nude figure. You were exquisite, an ethereal sight to behold. He moved forward, placing his large hands on your waist as he hungrily kissed you, moaning as he pushed you against his desk until you were on your back.

You felt dizzy with desire as you gazed up at Severus, your breathing labored as he spread your legs. He looked at your pussy like he was in love with it, visibly amazed at how your juices glistened in the candlelight of his office.

"Happy birthday to me," Severus smiled to himself, leaning down to kiss your forehead before pushing in. You and him moaned together, your hands flying to his back to hold him there.

Severus was trembling, his eyes screwed shut at how warm you were. It was like your walls were made of velvet, caressing his thick cock so well. He was in awe of the sight of you; you were panting, your kiss-swollen lips open in a silent gasp. Your pussy was making a mess all over his desk and soiling the important paperwork he had laid there.

He'd have to thank Minerva for this when he remembered. With purpose, he leaned over you and pushed forward, driving his cock deeper inside of you.

"Mmm, you're so big and amazing at stretching me out," you praised Severus, grinning as a blush covered his face. Severus was a sucker for praise and he shyly hid his face in your neck, holding you close in his arms.

"Why don't you start rolling those sexy hips of yours, birthday boy?" you cooed into his ear, stroking his hair. Severus whimpered against your neck before nodding, beginning to softly roll his hips.

You dug your manicured nails into his shoulders, feeling his cock stretching you in every way possible. You've taken big cocks before, but his felt so different. It felt like it was made for you.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy is fucking incredible," Severus admired as he sat up, roughly pulling your hips towards him like you were a ragdoll. You mewled, running your hands up and down his chest.

"You're fucking me so well, Severus," you said, your voice sultry. "Fuck me faster and I'll come all over your big cock."

Severus nodded fervently, following your commands like the good boy he was. He bucked into you harder and faster, his sharp hip bones digging into the backs of your thighs.

You secured Severus in a tight hug, shaking with each snap of his hips. He was making the most obscene noises, growls and groans that made your pussy even wetter. He held your waist so tightly that you were sure he'd leave behind marks.

Severus looked down at your bouncing breasts, his lips curving into a smirk. He leaned down to kiss them, flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples and making you whimper.

"Severus," you moaned beautifully, the sound of your voice causing him to move even faster. His desk started to creak and shake, and you were momentarily worried that it would collapse.

Severus was very close to you as he nipped and licked at your breasts, so you took that as your opportunity to attack his neck. You sucked hickies onto his pale skin, surrounding his scar with deep purple marks.

Severus felt your lips and how close they were to his scar, and a fresh wave of tears gathered in his eyes. You were appreciating his body for the way it was and it made him cry out of gratefulness.

"Fuck, f-fuck," you moaned, your eyes widening when you saw tears falling onto your breasts. Severus looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks and onto his chest.

You reached a hand out, delicately caressing his face. "I hope you're crying because it feels good," you panted, sliding a hand down your body to rub your swollen clit.

Severus watched you rub your clit, a burning desire to further please you growing inside of him. He nodded, "Feels so good, I feel so wanted..."

He exhaled a shuddering breath at his own words, awash in intense emotion. He couldn't believe he just said that, but he wanted you to know. He wanted you, a complete stranger until recently, to know that you made him feel wanted.

You smiled softly at him, biting your lip a moment later when Severus replaced your hand with his own. He pressed those lovely fingers of his to your clit, rubbing precise circles into the nub.

"Fuck yes, right there! You're such a good boy, please come inside of me," you encouraged, your body feeling hot as your orgasm approached.

Severus hadn't expected his orgasm to hit so suddenly. With your praise and the way your pussy was squeezing him, he came, whimpering sweetly as he filled you up.

You came shortly afterward, calling his name so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if the entire castle heard. You felt like you were in the clouds, your body feeling featherlight as you came down from your peak.

Severus was very still, his cock still buried deep inside you. He then collapsed onto your chest, weakly kissing your neck and murmuring his gratitude.

"Thank you so much, that was incredible. I've never had such a powerful orgasm before."

You beamed and ran your fingers through his hair, kissing the side of his head. "I'm glad I gave you a birthday to remember."

Severus giggled, sitting up slowly to look at you. He kissed you, but this kiss wasn't like the others, which were heated and rushed. It was tender and meaningful.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?" he suddenly asked you as he broke the kiss. Your eyebrows shot up, and you felt tears of your own gathering in your eyes. He was asking you out on a date, your very first date for that matter. Maybe you were finally going to settle down and be happy with someone if everything went well. You hoped that it would be with Severus.

"Yes. A hundred times yes."

[hotpinkboots]

Hi!! Could I request maybe Snape x reader where the reader unexpected falls ill and he has to take care of a woozy/sick reader. I feel like he would put up a sarcastic and austere front and act like its a hassle, but his words wouldn't match his doting actions 🤭🤭

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RAAAAAHHHH THE FIRST HARRY POTTER REQUEST THANK YOUUUU

I'm making every Severus request written in blue because of his patronus I cry every time I see it😢

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~At first he'd be so annoyed, he doesn't have time.

~Will think about just grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the medical wing, but decides against it, because when he thinks about it, he can't imagine pulling you along when you don't feel well, like you don't mean anything to him.

~He'll either escort you there if you feel like you need support, or if he's too busy, he'll encourage you to go as soon as possible.

~If you don't feel better in a few days, he'll come by and just stand there staring at you for a moment until he makes haste with making sure you're alright.

~Even if he speaks to you bluntly, his eyes are flicking across your face, taking in how pale you look, how dull your eyes are.

~Aaaand there's that big softie deep down inside him.

~You can almost visibly see him soften up on you, but he covers that up with more sass.

~He knows you'll be fine, everyone gets sick sometimes, so there's no reason for him to worry about you or put work off to be by your side.

~Thought about brewing up a potion to heal you quicker, but he wouldn't want to waste ingredients on something that will be gone within a few days.

~So he'll occasionally do other things, such as coming by with some hot tea or even purposely stopping students in the hall near the medical wing to use some snark on them, when in reality that was an excuse to look briefly at you to make sure you hadn't gotten any worse.

~Will make a couple sarcastic comments towards you when you return.

~Basically, he's hovering over you in the background when you might not even realize it.

~If you were REALLY sick, he'd be a lot more present and worried about you.

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Pansy: Professor Snape won't trace this back to us, right?

Y/n: Are you kidding? He traces everything back to us. Professor Snape traces things we haven't even done yet back to us.

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Sickness - Severus Snape

Anonymous asked: I had a idea where stepdad snape x reader. Where the reader faint and get a fever that make them mumble random thing and snape have to care for them while teaching

Hi anon I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in :)

stepdad!Severus Snape x Reader [Platonic/Fluff] Warnings: sickness, some teasing, and cursing Word Count: 1.7k

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You woke up sniffling and coughing into your blanket as your friend nudged you again. “Come on, seriously, you’re going to be late to breakfast.” She groaned at you, shaking her head as she saw the snot and drool stuck on your face.

You wiped it off with a sleepy sigh, pushing yourself to get up. “Miranda, just go without me, I’m too tired.” Your response made her irritated, as it was the third day you woke up sick and skipped breakfast. She didn’t like going alone, especially after one of the other girls pranked her earlier in the year and these past few days, your absence made breakfast a lonely ordeal.

“No, this is it, or I’m going to tell everyone you talk about Filch in your sleep.” Miranda retorted, pulling the blanket off your body, and then taking a hold of your arm. She tugged it at first, as if she was trying to wake you up more, but you groaned and moved away, burying your face into your pillow.

“Yeah? Go ‘head, I don’t care.” Your voice came out mumbled and Miranda rolled her eyes and started pulling your arm to get you out of bed. With a huff of air, she managed to pull you to the edge of your bed and instantly you started to feel goosebumps and you tried grabbing your blanket but failed. As you reached over to get the blanket, Miranda shoved it away from you, causing you to stumble out of the bed.

Surprisingly, she apologized after hearing your groan of pain and then chuckled as you looked around your surroundings, confused.

“Come on already, everyone’s left.” She spoke up again, poking you repeatedly on your nose as you closed your eyes again.

“No,” You responded slowly, dragging out the “o” sound. “I’m just going to sleep…” You drifted off, eyes fully closed, and you were still shivering but fell back to sleep.

Miranda left with a frustrated noise coming out, knowing you’d probably wake up within a few minutes, complaining to her and asking why she didn’t wake you up.

As soon as you did wake up, you added a few extra layers of clothing, feeling too cold. You knew you were sick, but it was probably just a small bug that other people had at the moment too. It would just go away, hopefully by the end of the day or the next since you’ve already on day 3 of sickness.

You rushed as fast as you could to get to the great hall in time, just hoping you had enough time to grab a piece of toast or something simple. Once you got there, it was completely ending and you squeezed your eyes shut with a heavy sigh, “Ugh, stupid,” You murmured to yourself, then turned to walk to your first class.

If you were late already, it didn’t matter how late you were, right? So, you slowed your walk to catch your breath and you yawned, feeling another set of chills hit you. It was a few minutes later in your walk that you finally got to the class.

You snuck in quickly, hoping to avoid the scrutiny of the teacher. You sat next to Ginny, who sent you a worried glance.

“Are you alright?” She whispered to you, as you pulled out one of your notebooks. You watched the teacher’s movements for a moment before you responded to her with a quick nod.

“Yeah, just got up late. Ya’know how it is.” You shrugged.

When your stepdad, Severus Snape, walked into the classroom, everyone was confused.

“I’ll be taking over this lesson since the teacher needs to finish grading your tests from last class.” He spoke up, clearing his throat. His eyes swept the entire classroom and ended on you, focusing on your figure.

You were slouched over in your seat, and you looked so pale and sickly. He couldn’t really tell what was wrong or if there was a problem from where he was looking from, but it seemed like you were slacking in the class.

“Y/n, sit up and pay attention or I’ll take 10 points from your house.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself before you sat up and nodded to him silently. You weren’t ready to deal with your stepdad, he was always harsh on you specifically. You knew it was because he expected you to be the best you could be, and he always supported you in your studying at home and in school.

You resisted a sigh and placed your elbow on the table and your head in your hand, leaning on it.

“We’re going to review the last three lessons for your final now. Get in pairs and pull out your wands.” He continued with the lesson, eyes leaving you. He scowled as a pair of students chuckled together at something and he slapped his hand on their desk.

“Would you like to repeat what you said to the class?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, well… It’s just Y/n looks like shit right now.” The kid snickered again, and you scoffed loudly and tiredly.

“Well, you don’t look your best, Francis.” You spat back from across the room. Your stepdad sent both of you a glare.

“No talking. If you were truly concerned for your classmate’s appearance, you could have told me privately.” Snape snapped at the student. You bit back a smile from your stepdad defending you but then your smile dropped when he turned to look at you.

“And you, don’t think you can get away with talking back at people.” He told you with a frown. You pouted back at him, then coughed into your arm.

The next few minutes you started to feel worse. Your dizziness started to get out of control and your hearing went in and out, and you couldn’t hear what Snape was saying – or what your partner was trying to tell you.

Your eyes rolled back as you slumped back into the chair, fainting and then falling down to the ground from your chair.

The noise stopped everyone, and they all snapped their heads in your direction, on the floor. There you lay, still fully passed out. Ginny was the first one to react, getting up and rushing over to you.

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay?” She asked, carefully placing her hands on your shoulders, and shaking you gently. You didn’t wake up, only shifted in her hold.

Snape finally walked over, concern written all over his face. “I’ll take it from here.” He told Ginny, who nodded back and hesitantly went back to her seat.

He picked you up slowly and walked to the front of the class, laying you on the desk. That was when you mumbled something and he didn’t hear it, he leaned closer to you, trying to hear what you were saying.

“Chicken nuggets…windows.”

He scrunched his face up in disbelief and amusement at your whispers, and firmly placed a hand on your arm.

“Y/n, wake up.” He said, leaning down to your ear. And within a minute or so you finally started to stir, saying something else again.

“Motor pigeon.” You murmured, coughing in your sleep. And with a squeeze of your arm, you finally woke up, confused.

“Huh?” You let out, looking around. Snape looked at you in concern, “You passed out. Keep laying down here, you’re excused from the lesson. I’ll take you to the infirmary when class is over. You’re not allowed to walk there by yourself.”

“Hm? Okay…dad.” You mumbled, slipping out the “dad” word. He stared at you with wide eyes in shock at the word, then glanced away, shaking his head.

“You should have let us know earlier when you were sick.” He told you before he went back to teaching. He tried his best not to react to the dad word in front of the class, but on the inside, he was totally surprised.

It was the first time you called him that seriously. You’ve said it before as a joke and each time you joked about it, it made Snape wish you called him that seriously because you would become a complete family that way – he would know that you accepted him as a father figure.

He continued the class and waited slightly impatiently for it to end.

When it ended, he didn’t wait for the students to leave. Instead, he picked you up and rushed you out of the classroom.

He didn’t care about others seeing him do this, he had to make sure you were okay.

“Y/n, we’re going to the infirmary now.” He whispered down to you, seeing that you were still in and out of it.

You mumbled back, “Thank you.”

He placed you on one of the beds and sighed deeply. Poppy Pomfrey walked up to the two of you and raised her eyebrows and set her hands on her hips.

“Now, what do we have here?” She asked softly, staring down at you in concern. Snape’s eyes left your form and stared up at Poppy.

“She fainted during class and has a fever. I’m not too sure how long she’s had the fever for.” He spoke truthfully.

“Aw dear, I’m sorry.” She whispered down to you and pet your head gently. You curled into her touch, feeling out of it.

“I’ll give her some potions and she should stay here for a day for observation. She’ll be okay tomorrow, would you like to come back tomorrow and pick her up?” Poppy asked, starting to prepare some potions to help your sickness.

“No, I’m staying here for a while.” He responded.

He needed to make sure you were okay. While you slept, he stayed by your side and alerted your mom about what happened, with a letter. He stayed there until you woke up the next day, feeling a lot better. He didn’t care that he missed a few classes, he had someone else cover for him.

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” He spoke up, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded back to him and smiled.

“Thank you for helping me.” You replied, sniffling slightly.

“By the way… did I call you dad?” You brought up, embarrassed.

“You did.” He nodded back to you.

“I’m sorry!” You squeaked out, sitting up straight, then laying back down, feeling a bit dizzy.

“No need to apologize, I’d like to be called that if you feel comfortable.” He sighed, and you smiled back at him.

“Okay, dad.”

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Dearest Divination

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✧ ~ Chapter 2 ~ ✧

Morning came, and way too soon in your opinion.

You’d forgotten all about Dumbledores letter, until you got up for breakfast at least. You looked over it once more with a sigh. What else was there really for you to do? You read over the contact, and the pay, neither of which were bad.

Pulling out a pen, as you’d become used to using this muggle contraption, you wrote back to Dumbledore using your neatest handwriting. You were both adults now, yes, but that didn’t change the fact that still saw him as a higher up, which would continue given the fact that he’d now be your boss.

After sending off your letter you began to get ready for the day, as well as think back on your years at Hogwarts. It had been over a decade since your last year there, and the fond memories that came with all your time spent in the worn down castle. You missed the smell of your houses common area, and the smell of the old books that existed within the library.

You laughed to yourself remembering the pranks that you and your friends would pull, and the twinkle in Dumbledores eyes as he would reprimand all of you after a particularly fun prank.

You chose to dress in a comfortable outfit, and walked to the bakery just a few blocks away from your flat.

You decided to buy yourself quite a few sweet treats, considering the fact that you had recently had both wonderful and terrible news come into your life. Quite the eventful Tuesday if you did say so yourself.

Walking out of the bakery, you ran into a regular customer of yours, Anette. She was an older woman, a widow who was looking for love again after having lost her husband years prior. “Y/n dearest, is that you?” She asked in shock. “Hello Anette, it is. How’ve you been doing?” “I’ve been great darling, excellent! The ‘love potion’ you gave me worked wonders, I have a date with Jerald this Friday night!” Jerald hadn’t been given a love potion at all, for you weren’t stupid enough to give a muggle a potion.

You had simply made those who came near Anette a bit more courageous for 24 hours. Jerald did of course already like her, he just needed a little push.

“I’m glad to hear that Anette.” You replied with a smile. You had a bit more of a back and forth about how she was doing with Jerald before she bid you farewell. You smiled to yourself as you walked back to your flat. You didn’t regret having had your practice, if the people you talked to and helped were being made happy then you were happy, Anette was proof that you had done some good in the world.

Entering your flat you realized that once again, you had locked out Odin. Grabbing some extra treats for him, you opened the window. He pushed in angrily once again, but calmed down once he realized that you had extra treats for him.

Taking the letter from his beak, you realized it was a reply from Dumbledore. This letter was much shorter however.

“Dear Mr. y/n l/n,

I’m very glad to hear that you’ll be joining our staff. Please arrive to Hogwarts in two weeks time, so you can refamiliarize yourself with the castle, and start to build some bonds with your former teachers, now colleagues.

Best wishes,

Albus Dumbledore”

Two weeks, huh?

Guess you better start packing up your flat. Because when looking back at everything you owned, you’d definitely need those two weeks to pack.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Infinitely better than Lily~ Severus Snape xFem Reader

Angsty Snape around 7th battle, with lily and all that. Finally breaks and fucks reader once he recovers from nagini. Also, plot changes, deal with it.

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Severus Snape Master List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, sex, angst, plot changes, Snape being hot

Idk the length, medium maybe?

Enjoy (;

He was dying and he knew it.

He could feel his soul or whatever it was leaving his body.

As he was closing his eyes for what he thought was his very last time, he saw a blurry figure come running towards him yelling what he could barely make out to be “Severus!”.

It was her.

Not Lily, but the newest divination processor after Umbridge had fired Trewlayney.

He loathed to admit it, but he liked you. Liked you, who was he kidding… he craved you.

He’d admit it didn’t start out that way, but it quickly delved down to it.

And there you were, running to him, picking him up with tears streaming down onto him; and that’s when Severus blacked out.

When he awoke, Severus was in the infirmary of Hogwarts, which had been somewhat damaged from the battle.

He looked around and saw a few students in their beds most likely also recovering from the battle, but none of them were you.

Madam Pomphrey then walked in and her face lit up in joy.

“Your awake!” She exclaimed to Severus, while he desperately grumbled as best he could,

“Is y/n alive?”

But his voice was too rough to be understood.

Eventually, Severus was released with no visit from her…

What If you had died? What if you didn’t care?

Severus thoughts invaded his brain. He shook them off and went to go down to his office.

All the students had been let off except the injured ones, and the summer break had been initiated an exception right after the battle, so there were no students to be found in the corridors.

There was also no you to be found anywhere. He sighed and decided he would just go to bed.

In the morning, he got up reluctantly and made his way to the mostly empty great hall for breakfast.

And there you were, Sitting next to Minerva…

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you for a minute there. You made eye contact with Severus, and your face lit up.

He made his way up to the staff table and before he could say anything, you started “Severus! I’m so glad your doing better!”

Severus wanted to thank you, to beg you, to have to but you never would want that he told himself, so he responded with his natural monotone deflection.

You played it off with a light smile, those which he loved the most besides your glorious laugh.

Merlin, he was falling for you… but you would never be with him…

He sighed and ate his breakfast. Once he finished his meal, Severus made his way back to his office, but he found that you made your way to quickly catch up to him.

You walked in silence together until he got to his classroom, where you finally said “I wanted to apologize for not coming to see you in the Infirmary. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I should of.”

Was she kidding?

She didn’t have to at all.

I should be the one apologizing for having to have my life saved and having all those impure thoughts about you

Severus thought before he said “Not needed. What you do in your personal time is up to you, not me.”

She chuckled a bit but then said something which caught Severus completely off guard: “And what if I want to do you, Severus Snape?”

He was shook, to say the least.

He finally looked to you, and say the same craving and desperation in your eyes which he had carried as a burden for years.

“Why did you save me?” Severus blurted out, like the idiotic I am, why ask that?!

You pursed your lips and responded with a slight whimper and hesitant nature “I… I can’t really… I guess… I just can’t stop myself from feeling this intense need to… no that’s stupid” you blundered your way through trying to explain yourself.

Severus then decided to do something which he usually would never do but he couldn’t help himself at this point: he read your thoughts.

God, your messing everything up. Just tell him. Tell him why. Tell him you’ve fallen for him. Hard. No, you can’t tell him that!! He’d just slam the door in your face!

As he listened to your inner turmoil, his heart started to ache. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

So as you were trying and failing to answer his question, Severus crashed into your lips with desperation.

Startled but receptive, you quickly caught on with his pace of desperation. All the way until you are both out of breath and had to take a second.

“Fuck…” you stated, looking up to Severus’ eyes which were filled with craving, desperate lust.

Then you were quickly back on each other, sloppily kissing and removing all your clothing.

It was like the world was gonna end and you just couldn’t wait.

Both naked, Severus rotated to put you in between his desk and himself. He put you on his desk, asking “are you sure?” With a desperate tone, hoping to god you’d say yes.

You responded by lustfully kissing him again and grinding your wet pussy all over his thighs and cock. This made both of you moan synchronously.

Severus quickly lined himself up with your pussy, and thrusted in, barely giving you time to adjust. You moaned even louder at the pleasure with a pinch of pain.

“Fuuuck, Sev…!”

God your moans, would be the death of him.

He thrusted harder, not being able to contain himself. But you loved it. In fact, you begged him for more. Over and over.

His name and pleas flowed out with your moans. Both of you were on the edge ready to cum within minutes.

You came together, moaning each others names. After, the room was sticky with a bunch of panting of you both trying to catch your breaths.

Severus looked at you and his only thought was that you were infinitely better than any Lily he could have ever wanted.

[jessybarnes]

I See You

Pairing - Professor Snape x Student!Reader

Tags - Angst, crying, confessions of love, sneaking out, slight panic attack, and I think that’s it.

Word Count -  684 

Beta - None. All mistakes are my own.

A/N - The reader is 18 in this! This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog. I am in the process of transferring all of my fics over to this one. I hope you enjoy :)

Nights at Hogwarts were often calm. While the rest of the students slept peacefully in your dorm, you sat on the windowsill with your thoughts. It was nearly spring, and even closer to the day when you’d have to say goodbye to the place you practically grew up in. 

You’d miss so many people and things about this castle, but there was one person you’d miss more than anything else. Falling in love with Professor Snape hadn’t been your intention, but it’s what your heart decided. 

Most nights, you would look out across the grounds and let your mind race until you were tired enough to sleep. Other nights, much like this one, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Quickly and quietly, you slid your shoes on and stepped out into the chilly dungeon corridor. 

Navigating these halls was something you’d grown accustomed to over the years, and you managed to get to your destination without using Lumos once. Once you were sure you weren’t followed, you slipped inside and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Unaware that Professor Snape watched you disappear behind the door, your eyes zeroed in on the one thing that brought you peace. The Mirror of Erised sat near the back of the room, and you felt as if you were drawn to it. 

Slowly, you walked up and ran your fingers along the grooves of its frame.  The detail in its design was beautiful, but that wasn’t why you came here. The floor beneath you was cold, but you sat anyway. Your knees were folded up to your chest and your eyes glistened with fresh tears as you took in the sight before you. 

It was you in an embrace. A hand came up to cradle your face as obsidian eyes gazed lovingly into your soul. You were so enraptured by how real it all looked that you didn’t hear the door open behind you.

“I could have you expelled for being out of bed, you know.”

You felt the color drain from your face. Out of all the people to find you in here, why did it have to be him?

“P-Professor Snape! I … I can expl-” 

Instead of taking points away from Y/H, he asked a question you weren’t expecting.

“What do you see?”

You wiped a few stray tears and shook your head.

“You wouldn’t understand…”

Snape crossed his arms, his expression becoming impossibly more impatient.

“The fact that you think I wouldn’t understand only intrigues me more, Y/L/N. Either tell me what you see when you look in that mirror, or I’ll take you to Dumbledore myself.” 

Panic pricked at your skin. There was no way you could tell him, and he’d know if you lied, so you did the only thing you could at that moment. You ran. He called after you, but all you could think of was finding somewhere to hide. A closet caught your eye and you hurried inside, barricading yourself against the back of the door. 

Sobs shook your body and even though you knew the noise would lead him straight to you, nothing could stop them. His deep voice was muffled by the thick wood of the door, but you still heard him clear as day.

“Did you really think you could hide from me in my own potions closet?”

He muttered the unlocking spell and tried to get in, but you pushed back keeping him from entering.

“Professor, please, just … let me go back to my room! Don’t break my heart anymore than it already is!” 

“Y/N! Open the door!”

Snape never called you or any other student by their first name, and that was enough to get you to ease up on the door just enough. He opened it slowly and stepped into your space, his hand tilting your face up to meet his just like in the reflection you saw.

“Tell me, what do you see?”

Your lip quivered as you finally told him your secret. The welfare of your heart now laying completely in his hands. 

“I see you.”

[darkenedreaper]

Loosen Up

Professor Snape x Professor F!Reader

Warnings: hints at smut, fluff

Summary: Severus was growing comfortable around you as his new colleague but can he hold off his urges?

You were fairly new as a Professor at Hogwarts, Snape had you as an assistant for Potions, but really you specialised in Herbology. You'd been teaching at Hogwarts for 6 months now, but you had been with Severus as a student, so him seeing you back as a Professor after all the time he'd been teaching there, it was a surprise to say the least.

As you were Snape's assistant during his Potions classes, and knowing him from your student years, you were fairly comfortable around him, Severus however was just starting to warm up to you again. During your student years you had flirted and teased him but never got as far as kissing. The second Professor Snape saw you walking into the Great Hall with your teacher robes on his heart fluttered remembering all of the moments he had with you.

As said, you were comfortable with him. So after him clearing out his final class you invited him to your chambers late that night to sit and grade papers with each other, read or study up with a cup of tea. You had mentioned to him it would be nice to have his company. His mind and heart jumped at the thought of being in your chambers at night, they also jumped at the mention of you enjoying and wanting his company. His head and heart screamed yes to your invite but his mouth kept up his cold front and replied; "What time shall you expect my arrival?"

So that's how you both ended up the way you were now in your chambers. He'd been over for about 3 hours, he felt comfortable in your surroundings. You both remained in your teaching outfits for around an hour but you excused yourself to change into something more comfortable, you threw him a smirk. He only hummed but he moved around in his seat, impatient and teased. He was sat at the coffee table with student papers and books neatly spread across it. He had taken off his robed but kept his long, form fitting, buttoned up jacket on. You had told him to take it off multiple times; "Severus aren't you hot? Take off your jacket and sit down here with me", you asked him whilst you were sitting on your L couch reading up on Herbology.

His hand that held his quill quivered slightly but he didn't take his eyes off of his students work that he was marking; "Thank you Professor L/N but I'm contempt with the way I am dressed now". You only replied to him with, "Boring. And drop the Professor whilst we have privacy, its Y/N". He hummed at your response, giving you the acknowledgment.

You'd been working over hours this week which meant you were sat hunched over your desk at late hours, causing your back to stiffen up. As you were leaning against the couch reading you wriggled a few times... maybe a few bones needing cracking to release some tension. You released a few quiet groans aswell from the slight pain you experienced. So you climbed onto the couch on your belly, legs spread out, a little more than appropriate, your back was slightly arched and you hung a little length of your arms off the couch so you could continue reading. You still groaned now and then.

Hearing your discomfort, Severus only moved his eyes to look for any signs or anything that was causing your discomfort, he couldn't lie to himself, he thought the sounds you were making were sexy and suggestive, but he was too stunned to even think when you moved to your belly. His eyes roamed over the curve and arch of your back before resting on your arse. He ran his eyes up to the meeting of your thighs and he sat up straighter than he had before, still listening to your groans. He dropped his quill onto one of his books;

"What are you making so much noise for hm?", he asked, leaning back in your chair, linking his fingers over his crotch.

"My back Severus, I've been hunched over desks for quite some extra time, I don't think its done my back any good", you replied still groaning and subtly wriggling to find a more comfortable position.

"We can't have that can we", Snape said whilst slowly bringing himself to his feet. His eyes still swept over your body and if you saw his eyes you'd see the hunger and need in them. He slowly began to make his way over to you, watching as you turned a page in your book. His knees hit the couch and he brought a leg and bent it to kneel on the couch. As he did he made sure his leg moved yours, spreading your legs further apart for him. You got a shock from feeling the contact he made with your leg that was so far up. You slightly turned your head round to see him towering over you before he balanced himself by placing his hands on both hips, he kept his other leg close to the couch. His large hands roamed gently yet firmly from your hips all the way to your shoulder blades. He places one hand back on your hip and he propped himself over your body, reached over to you and took the book from you hands. Without taking his eyes off your lips, his hair brushed your cheek and he kissed the tip of your ear, his deep, silk, smooth and rough voice radiating through your body; "Loosen up".

He knew what he did to you, he felt your breathing quicken ever so slightly when his leg touched yours. Noticed how your body twitched when he brushed you in a sensitive place, and he noticed and heard your little exhale when he whispered to you. He knew the things his voice could do and how weak it made women. Not to mention his height and looks; he could have anyone he wanted, but he wanted you, and he was going to get you and only you. He moved back up your body leaving light kisses down your spine before placing his hands either side of your arse. You heard a slight growl and groan from him. His hands started to trail up and down your back again, gently squeezing and rubbing away any tension. Your breathing had quickened and groans were sweeter and a little louder; "Oh Severus".

Snape only gave a long hum to your response. He spent a while on your back and he felt his clothes getting tighter, his breathing getting deeper, he was getting impatient and wanted to have you. You were the same. When he finished kissing and massaging your clothed spine, he moved backwards so he could start on your thighs. He couldn't wait.

(The chokehold this man has on me)