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specialagentlokitty · 11 months

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Snape x reader - my shelter

hello!! could you write a Severus Snape x female reader where they have a romantic relationship and live together after the war and reader is helping Severus throughout his healing process? Thanks you 🦇💜🪐- Anon💜

Walking into the flat, you locked the door behind you and hung your jacket up by the door, kicking your boots off and looked around.

“Sev?” You called softly.

You wondered around trying to find the man, and you found him standing in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, running his fingers along the scars on his neck.

“Hey..” you whispered.

“How was work?” Severus asked.

You stepped between him and the sink, and looked up at him.

“It was good, what have you been doing all day?”

He glanced down at you, letting you move his hand away from his neck so you could place your hand over the scars.

“Just cleaning, some shopping, the usual.”

You nodded your head and gave him a soft smile.

“You don’t have to worry about these, you know that right?” You asked gently.

He sighed a little.

“It doesn’t seem to be getting better, no matter what I put on it.”

You nodded your head and took his hand, leading him to the sitting room, you sat him down and walked across the room.

Digging through the ingredients and bottles you pulled one out, and walked over again, sitting next to him you opened it.

“Try this one.”

You looked at him, waiting for his permission and finally he needed his head, letting you put the cream over his scars.

“You’ll have to use it for a few days to see if it’ll work or not though, but Severus?”

He looked down at you.

Standing up, you put the lid back on the tub and leant down, giving him a soft kiss.

“You’re perfect okay? You don’t need to hide them alright?”

Severus gave you a soft smile.

“I know, I suppose I just do not enjoy people staring at me because of them.”

“I know.”

You placed your hand on his cheek and kissed his head before you went to go put the tub back where you had gotten it.

Severus watched you carefully, without you he wasn’t sure if he would have made it this far you were his shelter, his calm in the storm

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pr-olvdr · 6 months

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Happy Halloween to those who celebrate !! 🎃

alternatively, happy james potter death day 😋

this piece kicked my ass. I don't know how to color well so i ended up having to recolor it several times 😭😭 Also, his patronus is pictured as a falcon. It's a headcanon of mine 😄

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ms-snape · 9 months

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Hello

I never really tried to like the Harry Potter universe, until my best friend took an interest in it and dragged me into her obsession, and I think I'm in love with Severus Snape, actually I'm pretty sure of it. All this to say that if anyone is as obsessed with dungeon bats as I am, requests are open.

Why not

Please don't request Professor!Snape×Student reader It's kind of creepy for me.

btw: it could be any other character of hp I just like snape that's all

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lunar-r-bryce · 5 months

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Severus Snape X OC <🔥🔥🔥 SLOW BURN🔥🔥🔥 >

Chapter 1. Unspoken Feelings.

Warnings: None, wait no lot of fluff i think, emmm....always watching is Severus is it a warning ??

Summary OC have a crush on Severus Snape she a golden girl from Gryffindor and is a friend with Sirius, Remus, Lily and James, So she don't tell them she have crush on emo boy from Slytherin, it's sins fic y'know slow burn to port shit so yeh......enjoy peace!!

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Evie Kingsley was a striking young witch with a beauty that captured the attention of those around her. Her dark blue eyes, like deep sapphires, sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, while her silver-blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. She had an air of grace and confidence that drew people toward her, but she held a secret, a crush that she had never shared with anyone.

Her heart belonged to Severus Snape, a fellow student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From the moment she first saw him in the Great Hall during her first year, she had been captivated by his enigmatic demeanor and his striking, dark features. Severus, a young wizard with a sharp mind and an intense passion for the magical arts, was in Slytherin House, while Evie was sorted into Gryffindor.

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin had been ingrained in them since their first year. Evie and Severus rarely exchanged words, except for the occasional academic discussion in class. Yet, her heart fluttered every time she saw him, and she couldn't help but steal glances at him from across the room during meals or in the corridors between classes.

One sunny afternoon, as they both found themselves in the Hogwarts library, Evie tried to focus on her Transfiguration homework while seated at a distant table. However, her eyes kept wandering to Severus, who was engrossed in a thick Potions book at a nearby desk.

She couldn't help but admire the way his fingers delicately turned the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. A strand of his black hair fell across his face, and she longed to reach out and tuck it behind his ear. But she knew that such thoughts were mere fantasies, and she buried her feelings deep within her heart.

Just as she was about to give up on her homework and leave the library, Severus closed his book and stood up. He walked past her table, his gaze briefly meeting hers. For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and Evie felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue. Severus nodded in acknowledgment, and she managed a shy smile in return.

As Severus walked away, a rush of emotions flooded Evie's heart. She knew that her feelings for him were growing stronger with each passing day, yet she couldn't bring herself to confess her affection. The divide between Gryffindor and Slytherin seemed insurmountable, and she feared rejection or ridicule from her peers.

Evie continued to keep her crush on Severus a secret, burying her emotions deep within her heart. She was skilled at concealing her feelings, never letting anyone suspect the truth. Yet, every stolen glance and every accidental meeting with him only deepened her infatuation.

Little did Evie know that Severus Snape, too, harbored feelings he dared not speak of. The unspoken connection between them grew stronger with each passing year at Hogwarts, setting the stage for a love story filled with challenges, secrets, and the enduring power of hidden affections.

Evie had always been an exceptional student when it came to her magical studies, particularly in Potions. Her talent in this subject was well-known among her fellow Gryffindors, and she often found herself at the top of her class. It was precisely this reputation that led her to the dungeons of Hogwarts one brisk winter morning, where she was to brew a complex potion under the guidance of Professor Slughorn.

As she entered the dimly lit Potion's classroom, her heart raced with anticipation. Evie had heard that Professor Slughorn occasionally paired students from different Houses to encourage inter-House unity and foster friendships. Today was one of those days, and she was about to find out who her partner would be.

She took her seat at one of the workbenches, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Severus Snape approaching, his dark eyes fixed on the potion ingredients laid out before them.

"Kingsley," Severus acknowledged her presence with a nod as he took a seat across from her.

"Snape," she replied, her voice calm and composed, though her heart was anything but. She couldn't believe her luck at being paired with the very object of her affections.

Professor Slughorn began the lesson, explaining the potion they were about to brew – the Draught of Living Death. It was a highly advanced and tricky potion, one that required precise measurements and expert skill. Evie was confident in her abilities, but the thought of working alongside Severus added an extra layer of pressure.

As they started gathering ingredients and preparing their cauldron, Evie couldn't help but steal glances at Severus. He was so focused and composed, his skilled hands measuring ingredients with precision. It was as if he had a natural affinity for potion-making, which only made her admire him more.

"Make sure to add the powdered root of asphodel next," Severus instructed, his voice low and confident. Evie nodded and carefully measured out the required amount, trying to match his expertise.

They continued to work in silence, their movements synchronized as they followed the instructions in their textbook. Evie's heart raced with each passing moment, but she was determined not to let her feelings show.

As they reached a critical point in the brewing process, Severus glanced over at Evie. "This is where many students make mistakes," he said, his tone almost soft.

She met his gaze, her eyes locking onto his dark ones. "I won't make a mistake," she replied with determination.

Severus nodded in approval, and together, they continued to brew the potion. The classroom was filled with the aroma of magical ingredients, and the tension between them seemed to dissipate as they worked in harmony.

Hours passed, and they finally completed the Draught of Living Death. It was a perfect brew, the potion gleaming in the cauldron with a rich, ebony hue.

Professor Slughorn, who had been observing their progress, was clearly impressed. "Excellent work, Kingsley and Snape," he praised them. "You've both shown remarkable skill and teamwork. Ten points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Evie and Severus exchanged a brief, satisfied glance before turning their attention back to the completed potion.

As they cleaned up their workspace, Evie couldn't help but smile to herself. The experience of brewing a potion with Severus had allowed her to see a different side of him, one that was focused, knowledgeable, and surprisingly patient.

"Thank you for being a great partner, Snape," she said, her voice sincere.

He glanced at her, his dark eyes holding a hint of something she couldn't quite decipher. "You did well, Kingsley," he replied, his tone a touch softer than usual.

With that, they left the Potion's classroom, both carrying the memory of their successful partnership and the unspoken connection that continued to grow between them.

Chapter 2. Unseen Moments

ps. It's a long fic because i have plan to post it's on AO3 too and my main Character in all of fic i write is Evelyn 'Evie' Kingsley x Severus Snape, most of it's are porn fic so don't for to drink lot of wahter alright! YEH.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years

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Imagine breaking into Hogwarts to cause some chaos for the Death Eaters...

Snape slumped his heavy shoulders feeling no relief from speaking with the past headmaster. Voldemort was becoming more unstable with questions on why the wand refused to work properly, Harry was in the wind, and he had a school to manage as a double agent. It honestly felt impossible.

Creak!

Turning sharply to the window, the dishevelled headmaster saw two feet poke through and land themselves on the hardwood floor.

“You cannot be serious.” He deadpanned swerving around the desk and over to the intruder - another problem to deal with. The late night visitor smiled and quickly closed the window behind them before dusting off the snow from their pants.

“That was no easy feat.” You sighed and walked into the room, eyes scanning over the various cabinets. “Do you remember which one has the acid pops? I could never figure it out.”

“Y/n, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to come back here? If the Dark Lord-”

“Of course, I know the dangers - did you think I scaled the side of the wall without knowing that one misstep would result in my demise?” You argued and opened up the second last drawer. No acid pops but there was a tin filled with sherbet lemons and they were just as good.

You picked it up and kicked the drawer shut with your foot, turning to the wizard who was ready to toss you back out the window. Popping a lolly into your mouth, you crossed the room.

“Look, you can lie about how I got in and where the acid pops have vanished but I’ve heard the stories about how the kids are rebelling against the Death Eaters - how they’re being punished. I’m not going to sit back when I know all the secret tunnels. They’re not alone. We need a win, Severus. This school needs a win.”

~ More imagines here ~

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teacup-gathering-itself · 8 months

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Imagine an eleven year old Harry Potter, fresh from the greenhouses and his first Herbology class, secretly covered in snakes under his robes. They’re just so nice, it can’t hurt to carry them around and keep them warm. They know their way around the school better than him, anyways.

Enter Professor Snape, starting his first class of Griffindor first year Potions.

“Cloaks and robes off, you will be utilizing open flames; loose, draping fabric will catch fire and send you to the hospital wing.”

Harry and a few other students keeps theirs on, trying to blend into the walls. It does not work.

“ROBES AND CLOAKS OFF. Quickly. You are wasting valuable class time.”

Harry removes his, very reluctantly. His arms and legs wriggle with garden snakes.

“Mr. Potter, what the fuck.”

“They’re my friends, professor.”

Snape walks up to Harry, helping get some of these creatures off of him.

“Why are you crawling with snakes, Mr. Potter?”

“They’re so nice, Professor Snape. Plus they told me the fastest way to your class.”

“You speak to snakes?”

“Always have, yeah.”

Snape realizes he is in no way paid enough to deal with this.

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severussnaperevived · 7 months

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Harry: runs into strange woman as she enters the great hall "I'm so sorry miss..."

Y/N: "Snape"

Harry: "no not possible, there is no way you are related to professor Snape"

Y/N: "I'm his wife"

Harry: "really I've never heard about you or seen you before"

Y/N: "I'm the head of aurors in America"

Harry: walks away muttering "she has to be under a love potion"

Y/N: sits next to Severus "can you believe those kids think you are using a love potion on me"

Severus: "love can you turn and pretend to talk to McGonagall I'll put there suspicions to ease"

Severus: pulls vile from pocket and pours it into her cup watching Ron, Hermione and harry watch in shock

Severus: "drink this love and let the fun begin"

Y/N: drinks it then looks up to see their horrified faces

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dastardly-lemondrops · 2 months

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Tbh I love that Snape is almost always either unusually soft spoken or screaming in the books. Most voice headcanons for him seem to come from the movies but I'm here for Snape who is diminutive except for when he's losing his fucking marbles.

#pro snape #severus snape #tbh i also dont imagine him havimg a very deep voice either #thanks to reading like 5 of the books before even seeing one movie

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specialagentlokitty · 11 months

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Snape x reader - hold you

Hi! About this: "Hi! Would you be okay with writing a fic with Snape and female reader where he finds out that she is self harming and helps her out? Mostly fluff and angst? Thank you so much! 💫🖤" - Anon 💜

TW: mentions of self harm

He wasn’t supposed to found out, he was never supposed to find out it was the last thing you wanted.

Severus stared down at you and you stared back up at him unable to form any words as tears fell down your face.

“What have you done?” He asked.

You shook your head burying your face in your knees as he crouched down and looked at you, slowly rolling up your sleeves he looked at the scars on your arms.

Fresh and new.

Severus had his suspicions, but it wasn’t until he watched you pull your hoodie on that he was sure.

He ran his fingers along the scars and he sighed, moving his hand from your arm to the back of your hair, running his fingers through it.

“Why would you do this?” He asked.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

You fell into him, wrapping your arms around him as you cried heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Why would you not talk to me? Tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you…”

Severus sighed once more, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he closed it his.

“You should have said something..” he whispered.

He wasn’t sure what to do about it, he had no idea to handle a situation like this, but right now his mind was just flooded with thoughts of making sure you were okay.

“Have you any fresh ones?”

You slowly shook your head and he pulled away from the hug, placing his hands on your cheeks to make you look at him and he wiped your tears away.

“Promise me love.”

“I.. I promise..”

He searched your eyes for a second before nodding.

“Okay. I believe you. When was the last time you hurt yourself?”

“About a week ago..”

He nodded again.

“I don’t want you to do this to yourself, you’re far to beautiful to scar yourself like this (Y/N).”

Severus helped you stand up and he led you to the bed and sat you down.

He stood in front of you and took his cloak off, resting it on the bed he placed his hands on the bottom of your hoodie and looked at you.

Nodding you let him take it off and you pulled your shirt down and he carefully took your arms, inspecting them.

He looked at every scar and mark, and he looked at you.

“I don’t want you doing this to yourself..”

“I’m so sorry Severus..”

He walked around to his side of the bed, taking his jacket off he sat down and held his arm out, and you shuffled over, resting your head on his chest as he held you.

“If you ever have to do that please come find me. I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing. Come and find me (Y/N).”

You nodded and he looked down at you.

He was going to wait for you to sleep and remove anything you could hurt yourself with, but right now all he needed to do was hold you.

Be there for you.

That was the most important thing

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slytherinslut0 · 6 months

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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Nine-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theós fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Gagging, Choking, Fingering, Denied Orgasm, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Slight FreeUse Kink, Sexual Aggression, CNC, DubCon.

***FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

"What's it like tutoring him twice a bloody week?" Emily said, her wide eyes pinned on the rowdy ruckus emanating from the Slytherin table, where Mattheo Riddle was of course reigned at the very center. "I'm surprised you even have any hair left. I'd probably pull mine out within the first two seconds of being alone with him."

You chuckled at her words, seemingly brushing her off, but your mind couldn't help to race with the thoughts of how fast everything escalated. In just a matter of weeks you'd gone from absolutely despising eachother, Mattheo seemingly not giving two shits about you or your tutoring sessions--to being unable to keep your fucking hands off each other every chance you got, while Mattheo somehow manages to get grades higher than he's ever gotten in his entire life.

Yeah, the guy was bloody fucking insufferable, and you still couldn't stand him on a day to day basis, but Gods you loved the way he touched you. You loved the way he made you feel.

"Believe me, every moment I manage to keep myself from throttling him is a miracle," you muttered under your breath, shifting your gaze back to your own table, silently praying the blush creeping up your cheeks went unnoticed. "He's beyond insufferable."

"I heard he fought someone for you," Emily's gaze fixated on you, her curiosity palpable as she leaned over the table toward you. "And not just someone...Berkshire, of all people? What on earth happened there? I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Your stomach twisted into knots. You had managed to evade Emily's inquiries about Friday's incident by stealthily steering the conversation toward her favorite book, immersing yourself in studies, and strategically avoiding her whenever possible. Yet, you knew this conversation was inevitable. You had just honestly hoped it wouldn't come today, especially not when you were mere minutes away from your first reoccurring Tuesday meeting with Mattheo's brother.

Navigating this topic was like stepping on shards of glass, the memory of Mattheo's fierce defense cutting through your thoughts. Each recollection was a visceral experience, the clench of his fist, the predatory glint in his eyes, all etched into your mind like a painting of unrestrained intensity. The mere thought of his protective stance sent a shiver down your spine, leaving your skin electrified with the memory of his presence. Discussing the incident meant confronting the pulsating heat between your thighs, a tangible reminder of the way his concern wrapped around you like a cocoon.

"Mattheo skipped our tutoring session, so I ventured into the Slytherin common room to find him," you explained, your voice steady but your hands trembling slightly. "The entire Quidditch team was there, and Berkshire, well, he got upset over something I said and things escalated quickly."

Her eyes widened in anticipation, the unspoken question hanging in the air. "So Mattheo stepped in to save you? Defend you?"

"Both, technically," you responded, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and resignation. "But it was his fault to begin with. If he had just shown up for our session, none of that would have happened."

Emily's eyes widened in concern, her brows furrowing. "At least he had the audacity to step up for you," she said, her tone torn between disapproval and understanding. "He's been unhinged lately, picking fights with anyone who glances at him the wrong way. I even heard he got into it with his own brother...have you seen Tom's face? It looks like a bloody war zone."

Dread coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach, a sinking realization seeping into your veins. You'd taken nothing but a small, fleeting glance at Tom yesterday in class, avoiding eye contact in a desperate attempt to avoid any type of conversation--but anyone from a twenty mile radius could notice the blackened skin around his eyes, the split in his perfect plush lips.

The thought of facing him tonight clawed at your insides--the pretense you'd have to maintain, acting as though you were oblivious to the reason behind his battered face, felt like a weight pressing down on your chest. You knew the truth, you knew all too fucking well why he looked the way he did, and the knowledge hung between you like a fragile web, waiting to shatter at the slightest touch.

"I haven't," you said, steeling your shoulders to seem convincing. "But I heard that as well...nothing about that boy surprises me anymore."

You lied not out of malice, but out of self-preservation. Admitting that you knew the real reason behind Tom's injuries wasn't even in the question, wasn't even a thought to be had. Your lie was a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the storm you could see brewing on the horizon, a storm that threatened to consume everything in its path. So, you played your part, hoping that your facade would hold long enough to keep you out of the fray.

"Well, it should. He's mad, that one. I'd avoid him at all costs. Tutor him and run," she said bluntly, her words carrying a weight of caution as she packed up her books. "What are you doing tonight? We should study for Herbology."

Your stomach twisted again, tying into a tight knot as her words echoed in your ears. If only she knew the truth behind you and Mattheo's situation, if only she knew how bloody deep you were ensnared in his web. Desperate to change the subject, you cleared your throat, realizing you hadn't even told her about the fact that Tom had asked you to meet with him on Tuesdays.

"I...I can't...I'm meeting Tom tonight." You said, tentatively, pausing briefly in order to choose your next words carefully--knowing that regardless of how you explained it, she was bound to absolutely freak. "He asked we meet one-on-one each Tuesday, in addition to the Thursday guild meetings..."

Your words hung in the air, a heavy revelation that seemed to catch Emily off guard. She blinked, her previous endorsement of Tom Riddle echoing in her mind, seemingly frozen for a moment until her eyes widened with a spark of excitement.

"Woah, woah, woah..." she practically threw herself across the table at you, unable to control herself. "Why? What exactly did he say?!"

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complexity of the situation without divulging too much. "I don't know," you replied, your voice low. "He just...requested it, and I didn't feel like I could refuse."

"Oh my stars! I must be a fortune teller!" She giggled, revelling in her previous comment from last week. "Do you know what this means?! Do you know the opportunities this can open up for you if it turns into something more?! Imagine the scholarly collaborations, the doors to advanced research, and prestigious circles you could access...your academic reputation would soar, paving the way for extraordinary opportunities in the future-"

"Yeah, Emily, it's all very...exciting," you cut her off, your voice laced with a grumble, your mind racing with thoughts of Mattheo and the impossibility of being with someone like Tom, no matter how perfect he seemed on the surface. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, please."

"But, this is a golden opportunity!" Emily exclaimed, her brows furrowing in confusion. "I mean, it's Tom Riddle we're talking about. The doors he could open for you, the knowledge you could gain from him--it's practically a scholar's dream! Why aren't you more excited about this? Don't you see the incredible possibilities waiting for you?"

Your internal irritation churned like a storm, each pushy comment from Emily adding fuel to the fire. Mattheo's face, his touch, his words claiming you as his echoed in your mind, reminding you of the complexity he brought into your life. Despite the impossibility of a relationship with Mattheo, the mere thought of Tom felt like a betrayal, a path you couldn't tread because of fear of Mattheo's reaction.

"Gods, I get it, Emily," you snapped, your tone sharper than you intended, the pressure of your conflicting emotions bubbling over. "But not every connection is a ticket to social or academic advancement...sometimes it's about...something deeper." Your voice softened as you attempted to mend the sudden rift, regret colouring your words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so harsh...it's just...complicated, and I don't really want to rely on someone else for career or academic opportunities, it just...feels like cheating, you know?"

Emily nodded slowly, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so pushy...it's just, you've never had a boyfriend...and Tom, well, I just think he'd be perfect for you." There was a warmth in her words, a sincerity that softened the edges of the conversation. "I have to meet Michael in the courtyard, we're going to study...I'll see you later tonight then, yeah?"

You managed a small smile, appreciating Emily's concern despite the frustrating conversation. "Thanks, Emily," you said, your voice softer now. "I'll see you later."

As Emily got up and left the table, a mix of relief and lingering irritation settled within you. You couldn't shake the internal turmoil, the conflicting emotions that came with both the budding relationship with Tom and the unrelenting thoughts of Mattheo. It was as if you were caught between two worlds, neither of which felt entirely right.

The tension in the air was almost tangible as Emily's footsteps faded away, leaving you alone at the table. The flickering candlelight danced on the polished wood, casting intricate shadows that seemed to mirror the complexity of your emotions. You felt like a character in one of the many novels you'd read, entangled in a plotline far more intricate than any you'd ever encountered.

As you rose from the table, your eyes met Mattheo's from across the room, his gaze piercing into your soul with a knowing intensity that sent shivers down your spine. There was something in his eyes, a depth of insight that left you feeling exposed, as if he could see through the layers you desperately tried to conceal. The unspoken connection between you both hung in the air, an invisible thread that refused to be severed.

Making your way to your dormitory, you couldn't shake the memory of Mattheo's gaze. It followed you like a ghost, haunting the corners of your mind as you picked out an outfit for your meeting with Tom. The anticipation hummed in the air, the atmosphere crackling with a strange energy. You opted for a slightly revealing top but still professional, a conscious choice to make an impression, to assert control over a situation that seemed increasingly beyond your grasp.

Walking down the dimly lit corridors of the castle, you felt a knot of apprehension tighten in your stomach. The library loomed ahead like a sanctuary of secrets, its ancient walls holding the wisdom of centuries. As you pushed open the heavy oak doors, your eyes met Tom's bruised face, seated in a secluded corner of the room, the evidence of Mattheo's anger etched into his skin. It was a stark reminder of the forces at play, the dangerous dance you found yourself entangled in.

You moved toward Tom cautiously, your footsteps echoing in the hushed silence of the library. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw the reflection of your own turmoil mirrored back at you, a depth of intensity in his stare that seemed to pierce through your very soul. As you approached, he rose from his seat with a fluid motion, his tall, commanding figure casting a confident shadow.

With a faint, enigmatic smile, he extended his hand in a gesture of greeting. "Top of the evening, darling," he said, his voice velvety and composed, the words hanging in the air with a subtle weight. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

As he spoke, his eyes never left yours, his unwavering gaze drawing you in further. "Evening, Tom..." you replied, your voice catching slightly as you took his hand, a rush of warmth spreading through you at his touch. "Pleasure to see you, as well."

With practiced elegance, he pulled out the chair for you, his movements precise and deliberate, a testament to his controlled demeanor. You allowed him to guide you into the chair, feeling the subtle brush of his fingers against your skin--once seated, Tom resumed his own place, his posture impeccable, exuding an air of sophistication and confidence.

"You're looking particularly lovely tonight," he said, his tone low and smooth, his dark eyes dipping over your chest. "I've been looking forward to meeting with you again more than I'd like to admit..."

Blush flooded your face, warmth spreading through you. "You are much too sweet, Tom...I'm not sure what I've done to deserve such compliments."

"I appreciate your modesty," Tom leaned back in his chair, smirking subtly. "Perhaps that's precisely what makes you so deserving."

As you engaged in conversation with Tom, your mind raced with thoughts of Mattheo, his presence lingering in your mind like a ghost in the room. Your gaze flickered involuntarily to the fading bruises on Tom's cheek, the scabbing split in his lip, and you simply couldn't ignore the discomfort in your throat. Despite your efforts to suppress it, an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach.

Tom's flirting, though subtle, only intensified your discomfort. You knew all too well how possessive Mattheo could be, and the mere thought of him overhearing even a hint of this conversation made you squirm internally. With a subtle shift in your tone, you ventured to inquire about an answer you already knew; hoping to solidify your innocence, your voice laced with nothing but concern.

"I couldn't help but notice the bruises," you murmured gently, your eyes flickering toward Tom's face. "If it's not too personal, may I ask what happened?"

"It was my brother," Tom admitted, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "He can be quite...stubborn, and tends to resort to physicality when he feels strongly about something. But it's nothing I can't handle. Sibling disagreements, I suppose. We've had worse."

He offered a small, dismissive smile, downplaying the severity of the situation, although his eyes betrayed a glimmer of frustration.

In response, you nodded, smiling softly. "Makes me glad I'm an only child."

"I imagine it has its perks," Tom replied, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he shifted the conversation. "By the way, how has your tutoring been going with my brother? I know he's quite the handful...I imagine your sessions are quite...intellectually stimulating."

Your lungs stalled, pulse quickening in your throat. There was something in the way he said it, a flicker of curiosity mingled with a hint of something else that made your stomach twist with unease.

"Oh, intellectually stimulating is one way to put it," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. "He's certainly...unique to work with, but we manage."

The room seemed to constrict around you, the air thick with tension as Tom's gaze bored into your soul, searching for hidden truths. His eyes, sharp and discerning, followed a deliberate path across your face, lingering on every contour as if trying to decipher the secrets etched in your skin. His fingers played with the pages of his book, tracing the edges with a calculated precision, a tangible unease settling between you.

His scrutiny intensified, his eyes dipping lower, skimming over your lips, then your chest, before locking onto yours with an unwavering intensity.

"You know, I've heard what you've done for my brother..." he continued, his voice a mere whisper, yet it echoed with a resonance that sent shivers down your spine. "Improving his grades in just a few short months...it seems you have a talent for reaching him in ways others couldn't, considering how resistant to tutoring he's been..." his tone darkened, a challenge flickering in his eyes. "I can't help but wonder what methods you employ to achieve such...drastic results."

In the charged silence that followed, you shifted slightly in your seat, feeling the weight of Tom's scrutiny like a physical presence. The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with tension and unspoken questions--you could tell he was pushing for something, but you refused to even give an inch.

You held your ground, meeting Tom's intense gaze with a steely resolve. "Teaching is about understanding individual needs and tailoring the approach accordingly," you replied, your voice firm. "Every student has their unique way of grasping concepts, and it's my job as a tutor to find that approach. It's not about methods; it's about recognizing potential and fostering it. Mattheo has the intellect; he just needed the right guidance to unlock it. That's what tutoring is all about; guidance, patience, and a genuine belief in the student's abilities."

Tom's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned closer. "A unique approach indeed," he murmured, his voice laced with intrigue. "Understanding someone like Mattheo requires more than just conventional tutoring methods, I suspect."

You felt a flush creep up your neck at his insinuation, his words hanging in the air like a tantalizing threat. There was an unspoken challenge in his gaze, as if he dared you to reveal the depths of your connection with Mattheo, and you were growing increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing second.

"I find your insinuations rather perturbing, Mr. Riddle," your voice dropped to a near-whisper, laced with firmness and defiance, your eyes narrowing in challenge as you leaned in closer, the tension between you palpable. "Mattheo may have a reputation, but he's a student here, just like the rest of us...he deserves a fair chance to succeed, without unnecessary assumptions clouding his progress. Don't you agree?"

The intensity in your gaze dared him to challenge your statement, refusing to back down in the face of his probing scrutiny. His lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes dancing with intrigue.

"Indeed, darling," he replied, his tone smooth like silk. "A commendable dedication to your students. It's a quality not often found in tutors."

The glint in his eyes hinted at a deeper curiosity, leaving you with the sense that he was far from convinced by your response, but when he changed the subject, seemingly dismissing it as though nothing even happened, you found yourself expelling a long breath of relief. You engaged in conversation with Tom for a while longer, the topics ranging from academics to shared interests in literature and the intricacies of magical theory. Despite the undercurrent of tension, you found yourself drawn into the conversation, momentarily forgetting the complexities of your situation.

As the night grew darker, Tom glanced at the time and offered to walk you back to your dorm room. You accepted his offer, and together, you strolled through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts. Emily's words from early bounced around in your mind, reminding you of how good for you Tom could be, if you let him--but despite the intellectual conversations and the surface-level connection, something fundamental was missing, a spark that failed to ignite the depths of your soul.

In the silent moments between words, you couldn't help but compare the encounter with the electrifying energy that Mattheo stirred within you. With Mattheo, every glance, every touch felt charged with a raw intensity, a potent magnetism that left you breathless, angry, and alive. His presence had a way of awakening something dormant inside you, a flame that burned brighter in his proximity.

You could light fires with the feelings you felt for Mattheo--a passionate hate, one inexplicable by words.

When you arrived at the hall leading to your dormitory, Tom turned to face you, his demeanor exuding a dark, enigmatic energy that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a lingering hesitation in the air, a palpable tension that neither of you acknowledged, yet it clung to the atmosphere like a ghost. With a smile that held secrets you dared not explore, he leaned in, his gesture carrying a weight that made your stomach twist with unease.

"I enjoyed myself tonight." His lips brushed your cheek in a touch that was both gentle and possessive, leaving a cold trail in its wake, his hand curling around your waist. "Until next time, little witch."

His voice a mere whisper against your skin, his words sending an aggressive chill down your spine. His stature remained stoic and composed, his eyes holding a darkness that seemed to mirror the shadows lurking within the castle walls as he pulled back--in an attempt to hide your discomfort, you shot him a small smile.

"Goodnight, Tom." Keeping your voice steady was impossible. "Thanks for walking me back."

With one last knowing glance and a chilling smirk, Tom spun around, his footsteps echoing off the cold, empty corridor as he made his way back into the shadows, disappearing from your view. The silence that settled in his wake was thick with unspoken words, leaving you standing there, heart racing and mind clouded with a sense of foreboding.

You spun around, eager to continue your path down the hall, only managing to make it a few strides when the hushed whispers of the night were abruptly drowned out by a sudden rush of footsteps, too swift and too silent to be anything ordinary. Before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the shadows.

A door to a small closet was whipped open, and you were abruptly pulled inside, a gasp catching in your throat as you were abruptly slammed against the door as it shut behind you, your eyes widening as you found yourself face to face with Mattheo. His dark, stormy eyes bore into yours, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. His hand pressed firmly against your mouth, silencing any protest that threatened to escape. The contrast of his icy touch against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and a strange mix of fear and something else, something inexplicably alluring, tightened its grip on your chest.

Trapped in the narrow space between the unforgiving wooden door and Mattheo's overwhelming presence, your entire body roared to life, sparking dormant nerves. It was as though he had uncovered a realm of feelings you never knew existed, leaving you in awe and fear of the power he held over your senses. The memories of a time before his stifling dominance became elusive, fading like distant echoes as you grappled with the reality of his suffocating control.

His influence was a dense, intricate web that ensnared you effortlessly, making it difficult to discern where he ended and you began.

"You're a filthy little slut," he hissed, his words laced with dangerous venom, the lingering scent of cigarettes filling your nostrils. You tried to shake your head, but his hand kept your skull pressed firm to the wood behind it. "God, you're fucking filthy, Raven...look at you, dressed like this to meet with my fucking brother..."

You squealed into his palm as his free hand travelled down your stomach, wasting absolutely no time before slipping between your thighs and grazing over your sex--a low, deep growl reverberating through his chest as he pressed you against the door, suffocating you in a whirlwind of barely-restrained sadistic rage.

"You're so fucking lucky I didn't kill him...you're so fucking lucky I didn't rearrange his face until he was begging me for mercy just for fucking looking at you the way he was..." his grip over your mouth tightened, his words a demonized growl in your ear, your body reacting in inexplicable ways as he slipped his hand under the band of your leggings. "Fuck...I think you need to be reminded of your fucking place..."

You mewled, melting against his body and fusing with the wood of the door as he circled two fingers over your clit, teasing you with a quick swirl before he slid lower, slicking his fingers through your rapidly increasing wetness. When he pulled his palm off your lips, he didn't give you a mere second to gasp for air before he gripped your face and forced your jaw open with his thumb.

"So fucking wet for me already." His thumb pressed on your tongue, eliciting a gag, long fingers stretching over your cheek and entangling in your hair. His voice was a growl against your flesh, teeth grazing your jawline. "Tell me who the fuck you belong to."

"Fuck-" you gasped, crying out against him as he slipped a finger inside your cunt without warning, the blissful stretch inspiring a world of sensations you'd never known to exist--your pussy feeling full beyond comprehension with just one of his fucking fingers, every inch of your body trembling in response. "-you!"

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed, shoving his thumb deeper, hand shifting to grip the bottom of your jaw now, nails digging deep into your skin. "Fucking hell...you're so fucking tight, Raven...you can barely take my goddamn finger..."

A whimper escaped your lips, your hands clenching onto the fabric of his shirt as if it were your lifeline, your legs trembling uncontrollably beneath the weight of his touch, slowing finger fucking you while his thumb twirled over your clit, your entire body spasming with pleasure against him, your chest heaving for air, and your eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy. You couldn't comprehend the overwhelming waves of pleasure consuming you, leaving you in a state of blissful delirium.

"Yeah, that's fucking right...feel that tight little cunt stretch for me..." his voice flowed like molasses, his curls tickling your cheek. "Fuck...how the fuck do you ever plan on taking my cock, hm?"

"Gods..." A haze of pleasure was clouding your vision, drool spilling from your mouth as he massaged your tongue with his thumb. "Oh, fuck...."

"Tell me who you belong to, Raven..." he ordered, voice a deep growl in your ear. "Tell me who this tight little cunt belongs to."

"You-" you choked, voice hiccuped through your moans and squeals of pleasure, words distorted with his thumb still planted between your teeth. "I-it belongs to y-you..."

"Yeah?" He pushed against you harder, lips attacking your neck, his aggressive erection pressing against your thigh, his body heat swarming you, suffocating you whole. "And who am I, princess...say my fucking name."

His fingers quickened their pace, sending jolts of electricity through your entire body. You convulsed in response, beads of sweat soaking the fabric on your back, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. He withdrew his hand from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, and shifted it to your chest, groping and squeezing your tits like his life depended on it. His chest was rising and falling against you as he fingered you, brushing his thumb past your swollen clit, rocking his hand against you. Your pulse picked up, your breath coming faster, head spinning with the rapidly approaching climax on the horizon.

"Matt-" you choked, hardly able to string a cognitive sentence. "Mattheo...oh..."

Mattheo groaned, yanking down your shirt until your tits were fully exposed, his hungry eyes burning wounds into the soft flesh, his fingers working your cunt faster, bringing you directly to the edge of pleasure, ready to explode in his fucking hands.

"Mhm...dirty fucking whore..." his free hand toyed with your tits, his chest rumbled with a deep growl, echoing the intensity of the moment, while you struggled to stifle your cries, attempting to maintain some semblance of control over your escalating noises.

Despite your best efforts, your attempts at silence proved futile, shattering into desperate gasps as Mattheo sank his teeth into your neck.

"You want to cum for me, pretty girl? You want to cum on my fucking fingers?" You bobbed your head frantically, throat more arid than the desert. "Use your words, Raven..."

"Please," you whispered into the fabric covering his shoulder, hands clasping his arms. You couldn't get out much else as he grazed your clit again, bolts of ecstasy halting your ability to make words. "Please, please..."

"Please what?" he said, driving his finger deeper into your cunt.

"Let me cum," you said, voice torn with your irregular breath. "Please let me cum!"

At your words, Mattheo exhaled sharply, his fingers retreating from your cunt, leaving you stranded on the precipice of euphoria. The abrupt cessation of his touch left you in a tormenting state, teetering on the edge of an elusive climax, aching for fulfillment. Your frustrated moan of despair reverberated through the room, a raw manifestation of your desire. But before the sound could fully escape, Mattheo silenced you, his fingers forcibly invading your parted lips, triggering an involuntary gag reflex while his other hand closed around your throat, exerting a firm, possessive grip, ensuring your gasps and cries were swallowed in the stifling air of the closet.

"No," he hissed, voice a dangerous growl against your ear. "Only good girls get to cum...and you...you've been a bad little slut...remember when I said bad girls get fucking punished, Raven?"

A soft whimper escaped your lips, a harmonious blend of need and vulnerability as Mattheo's hand constricted around your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply. The exquisite agony of air deprivation was intertwined with a delightful buzz, amplifying the tingling sensation from your cunt to encompass your entire body. You felt every nuance intensely: the synchronized rhythm of your heaving chests, the pulsating restraint of his touch, and the restrained anger emanating from him like a tangible force.

"Wait until I get you alone tomorrow, Raven..." he murmured, voice laced with a promise of punishment. "You just fucking wait."

With a sudden, abrupt motion, he let you go, his grip loosening as he reached past you to pull open the door. The rush of cool air brushed against your skin as he swiftly exited through the door, leaving you in the aftermath of the intense encounter, your senses still tingling with the lingering traces of his touch.

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Chapter ten here->

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lunar-r-bryce · 5 months

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Severus Snape X OC

<🔥 SLOW BURN🔥 >

Chapter 2. Unseen Moments

Warnings: None, wait no, it's a lot of fluff i think, emmm....always watching is Severus is it a warning ??

summary : OC see Severus fall a sleep in library she just can't help it and watch to help brush his hair away from his face, which Severus don't like it.

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It was a particularly cold evening at Hogwarts, and Evie found herself in the library, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors as she moved between the towering bookshelves. The library was nearly empty, and the dim light cast long shadows on the rows of ancient tomes.

As she browsed the shelves, her gaze landed on a familiar figure seated at a table near the back of the library. It was Severus Snape, his head resting on a stack of books, his dark hair falling across his face as he slept soundly.

Curiosity got the better of Evie, and she couldn't resist the urge to approach him. She had never seen Severus in such a vulnerable state, and she wanted to take a closer look at the young man she had secretly admired for so long.

Silently, she stepped closer, her silver-blonde hair framing her face as she bent down to brush a stray strand of hair away from Severus's forehead. He looked surprisingly peaceful in slumber, his sharp features softened by the gentle lighting of the library.

But just as her fingers were about to make contact with his hair, Severus's eyes snapped open. He moved with lightning speed, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, his face twisted into a sneer of suspicion.

"What do you think you're doing, Kingsley?" he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing as he held her firmly.

Evie's heart raced, and she stammered, "I—I was just… I saw you asleep and thought you might need… um, help."

Severus's grip on her waist tightened for a moment before he released her, pushing her away slightly. "Don't think I don't know your connections, Kingsley. You're friends with Black and his lot, and I don't trust any of you."

Evie took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise and a touch of hurt. She had known that Severus had reservations about her due to her association with Sirius and the Gryffindors, but his suspicion stung more than she had expected.

"I didn't mean any harm," she replied softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "I was just trying to help."

Severus's expression remained guarded, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes. "Well, don't," he muttered, turning away from her and returning to his books.

Feeling slightly defeated, Evie retreated from the library, leaving Severus to his studies. She couldn't shake the unease that had settled over her, the realization that her secret crush had a deep mistrust of her.

As the days passed, Evie couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to bridge the gap between them, to earn Severus's trust and perhaps even his friendship. Their unspoken connection had brought them together during their potions partnership, but it seemed fragile, easily broken by the suspicions that lingered between them.

With a heavy heart, she resolved to find a way to prove her sincerity to Severus and, in doing so, uncover the layers of complexity beneath his guarded exterior.

ps. i have plan to post in AO3 but don't get inviting yet so that's why i'm here, it's a porn with a plot kinda :p

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smittenbyvillains · 7 months

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DAY 27 - Nicknames with harry potters' characters.

ALL NICKNAMES I THINK THEY WOULD CALL YOU

Severus Snape

Slut

Pet

Princess

Baby girl

Sirius Black

Pup

Princess

Kitten

Remus Lupin

Pup

Kitten

Princess

Bunny

Lucius Malfoy

Pet

Baby girl

Slut

Princess

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Sev being in a bad mood because sirius kept bothering him at an order meeting so u go upstairs and let him absolutely RAIL you

(Bonus if everyone hears reader just screaming for him and the next day is super awkward)

🔞Relieving Aggravation🔞

Snape x f! Reader

Warnings: established relationship, smut, swearing, f! Receiving oral, fingering, praise, p in v, isn't actually said in the fic but reader is on the pill, lemme know if i missed anything

A/N: UWGDE!#GV@UD#!VGUF MY FIRST EVER SMUT REQUEST OMGGG IM SO EXCITED, hope i did this request justice!!

You were sitting awkwardly in the middle of sirus and Severus as they bickered, Severus snapping at him while Sirius mocked him. You tried to diffuse the conversation a couple times to no avail, just quietly going back to eating the food Molly had made.

"Took you this long to land a girl, did it snape? Quite embarrassing if you ask me"

"Black, you better shut your mouth before I gut you and feed you to aragog!" Severus seethed from beside you

"Oh someone's a little feisty-" Sirius was then cut off by Molly hitting him over the head and scolding him.

"No fighting at the table, BOTH of you" she glanced over at Severus too before heading back to the kitchen to clean up.

You sigh and stand up. "I just need to go to the washroom." Then you walked upstairs to the bathroom. Severus watched as you left, then glared at sirius before going back to eating his food. Sirius made a face at him before doing the same.

You were sitting in the bathroom, rinsing your face with water to cool off. Why did Sirius black always have to be such an asshole?

"Because he's pathetic." A cold but soft voice said behind you. You jumped, looking back at Severus who was leaning against the doorframe.

"Dont scare me like that!" You huffed. "Wait, i didnt say that out loud did i-"

Severus hushed you and moved closer and kissed you softly, gripping your hips slightly. You could tell he was frustrated and tense, so you got an idea.

"How about we go into the bedroom and relieve some aggravation?..~" You purred into his ear.

He let out a soft breath, before stepping back and looking down the hall to make sure no one was looking, and he then grabbed your arm firmly but gently and dragged you to the bedroom that Molly saved for you both.

He throw you onto the bed as soon as you got into the room. "Clothes. Off. Now." He ordered as he swished his wand, locking the door but forgetting the silencing charm.

You happily obliged and immediately started stripping, throwing your clothes to the floor. He took off his robes leaving his black shirt for now, and as soon as you were done stripping he got down on his knees and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

Severus then delved in, licking up the juices from your dripping pussy. You let out a moan when he ran his tongue along your clit before using his two middle fingers to start to push inside your wet walls.

"Severus.. f-fuck..!" You threw your head back as he started to ram his fingers inside of you, moving his tongue faster on your clit.

"Is my baby enjoying this? Do you enjoy me fucking my fingers into your sweet cunt?" He asked, his words sending a vibration through your core.

"Sev... oh fuck yes, just like that.." You whimpered, tangling your fingers through his hair. After a couple minutes you felt it creeping closer.

"F-fuck, shit I'm close baby, so fuckin close.." You whined, letting out grunts and moans.

Just as you were getting to the good part, he pulled away, pulling his fingers from your pussy. You whined at the loss as you watched him stand up, licking the juices off his fingers. He then preceded to take off his clothes until he was completely bare.

He kneeled over you, grabbing your hips and moving you up the bed so he was comfortable. He took his dick in his hand as he whispered in your ear. "Thats a good girl, such a good girl for me.."

Without warning, he pushed in slowly, letting out a soft gasp when he filled you completely. "H-hah... fuck.."

You let out a whine as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, before he started moving. It only took and couple seconds before he was slamming into you at an ungodly pace.

"S-Severus oh FUCK" you squealed, throwing your head back as he started to latch his mouth onto your neck.

"F-feel so good baby... shit!.." Severus groaned as he took your hands and pinned them above your head.

You let out a small scream as the bed started to creak and knock into the wall, thrashing around a little but not wanting to leave

You recognised the familiar stutter in his thrusts as he was getting closer, and you wrapped your legs around him to keep him secure.

"A-ah fuck y/n, dont know how much.. l-longer..-" Severus then let out a loud groan as he finished inside you, his hips still snapping into yours to ride out the high. He reached down and strted rubbing fast circles on your clit clit you let out a small squeal squeal you finished, clamping down on him.

"A-ah.. fuck sakes..." Severus collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. "I love you.. thank you..." He started blubbering out praises as he caressed your body.

Little did they know, due to the lack of a silencing spell everyone downstairs had heard the exchange os pleasure, leaving them traumatised and awkward.

"Sounds like they had a bloody good time" Sirius scoffed, earning an elbow to the side from remus.

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