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Warning: NSFW (minors DNI)
Snape x gn!reader sexual imagine
One of my headcanons that I’m sure many people share is that Snape prefers to give than receive. He is excellent at using his mouth and hands, and he knows how to keep you wanting more without making you come too quickly.
Something I think about a lot is him touching you while you’re seated completely stripped between his legs in front of a mirror so both of you can see everything. He keeps one arm wrapped around you, pulling you toward his torso so that you can’t escape. Meanwhile, his free hand explores your body, sliding down from your chest to your inner thighs and grazing your sensitive areas. He enjoys seeing you twitch and hearing the sweet sounds of your moans. He takes advantage of your lips involuntarily parting and pushes his fingers through them, lubing them up with your tongue before the main event begins.
Once they’re nice and wet, he finally brings them between your legs, but the teasing hasn’t stopped just yet. His touch is so light that it’s riling you up, but if you whine and demand too much, he’ll stop to cup your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.
It also doesn’t help that you can feel his cock hardening against your lower back. You start to imagine releasing it from the constraints of his pants, but you’re suddenly brought back to reality as the teasing ends.
He starts with a slow and steady pace, really making sure he doesn’t miss a single spot. You try to spread your legs as far as they can go and buck your hips up, but he’s unfazed. This is his game, and he’s playing according to his rules.
Eventually, he picks up the pace, only to slow it back down, edging you repeatedly until you start to scream. He occasionally breaks his empty expression with a slight smirk, but you don’t even notice because your eyes are shut completely, tears escaping as you feel your climax approaching.
Finally, he gives in to your wants and maintains a fast pace, refusing to stop until your shaking body comes to a complete halt. He takes your release with his fingers and licks them clean while maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror.
He lets go of his strong grip, letting you relax against him while kissing you all over to let you know how good you’ve been for him. Once you catch your breath, your focus goes back to the trapped firmness building up between his thighs. You can’t let him get away with it. Perhaps it’s time to switch positions 😈
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The Wrong Ingredient
Severus Snape x Fem!Reader
Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.
Word count: 4k
Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON
A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)
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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.
As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat.
“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.
During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive.
You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response.
“Unfortunately, no” you breathed.
“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.
“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work”
“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged.
You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you.
Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint.
You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.
“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation.
“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.
“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim.
The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.
Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?
You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.
Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.
Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.
You waited for a reaction.
And waited.
Nothing. You felt nothing.
Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms.
Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought.
The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs.
“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard.
“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.
“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”
He looked up suddenly.
“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”
You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else.
“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.
His eyes grew wide for a moment.
“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk.
You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.
“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.
“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers.
Your heart sank. What had you done?
“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously.
Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable.
“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.
You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it.
“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?
“Aroused?” He questioned.
“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too.
“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth.
“Professor wha-”
“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly.
It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine.
You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort.
He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body.
“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear. You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.
“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?”
Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now.
“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin.
The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched.
“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.
“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.
“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for.
“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you.
“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.
“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.
Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me?
No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position.
“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next.
“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.
Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew.
Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder.
“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery.
“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong.
While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong.
He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor.
“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words.
“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself.
“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt.
Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it.
“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me”
You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.
“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.
“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles.
“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses.
“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.
You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him.
It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.
Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke.
“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already.
Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over.
“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.
His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation.
“I need it” You struggled to form your words.
“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust.
“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too.
“As you wish”
He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.
He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.
For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants.
Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state.
“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed.
“More than alright” You breathed.
“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart.
Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.
He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly.
“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him.
“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you.
Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper.
“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.
“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins.
“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust.
It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm.
It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it.
Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.
“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.
“I-I can’t” You cried.
“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”
You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table.
Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control.
Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before. Snape groaned lowly in approval.
This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.
“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.
“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.
His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred.
He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table.
Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it.
“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too.
You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head.
“I’m not” You confidently responded.
The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.
“Good” He muttered.
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Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!
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I feel cheeky sending another ask but I lived the interrogation one so much so just 3 so words: snape sex pollen. Perhaps a professor x professor?
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Blue Speckled Mushrooms
(Severus Snape x fem!Professor oneshot)
Words: 2572
Warnings: 18+ Sex Pollen :D - mutual dub-con, some biting, rough smut
Summary: In your continuing efforts to catch the grumpy Potion Master's attention you follow him into the Forbidden Forest - a mistake of perhaps destiny unfolding?
This is play post-war, Sev survives - not that it matters much to the 'plot'
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It could have been so easy. Gather these blasted Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms and return to the castle. It’s all he asks for. Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms to finish the brew currently under stasis in his office. Two plants. Just a few of each. They couldn’t be preserved through either magic or other means and had to be harvested within three hours of being used in a potion and only during a full moon.
Now usually this is no problem for an accomplished potion master such as Severus Snape. A quick trip to the forest and done. He knows the half-forgotten paths, the safe routes. Knows how to avoid the Centaurs and other nastier beasts that live in the Forbidden Forest.
He does not know how to avoid her.
Irritating, stupid girl.
She took over the History of Magic position earlier that year, one of Snape’s first students he taught after becoming a professor himself at merely twenty-one. A seventh year at the time who already stared at him in the library back when he was a student.
She just wouldn’t leave him alone!
“Midnight stroll?” She asks with that irritating smile on her stupid pretty face and follows him into the forest.
“What do you want?!” He growls at her. She keeps trying to make conversation with him, keeps sitting next to him during meals or in the staff room, talking. Always talking. Talking talking talking.
How can a single person be this annoying?
She is still talking. Jesus fucking christ!
“So anyway…what are you doing here?”
“I don’t see how that is of any concern to you.”
“Just curious, is all.” She replies. Stupid girl. And she is still following him!
You have no idea what to do anymore. You’ve tried everything. You’ve tried catching his attention by talking to him, leaving the top button of your blouse undone, batting your lashes at him like a teen on a love potion, you’ve searched his company, flirted like your stupid life depends on it and the cranky bastard doesn’t even recognise it!
You run to catch up with his long strides, wrapping your cloak around yourself to shield yourself from the cold night air.
You were about to go to bed, just finishing up your rounds through the castle on the lookout for students out of bed when you saw his billowing cloak sweep out of the entrance door. You of course followed him. Curious as to what he was going to do outside but also secretly hoping today’s the day he’ll finally notice your intentions.
Perhaps you have to be less subtle. You thought men like to be subtly seduced but Snape is not like any man you’ve known! Maybe he doesn’t like playing cat and mouse, doesn’t enjoy the chase.
You’ll be blunt! Yes, if a stroll through the forest at midnight doesn’t do the trick you’ll gather what little courage you have and just make the first step yourself. You’re an independent woman! You don’t need to wait around for Snape to realise you’re interested in him and make the first step.
“Are you gathering ingredients of sorts?” You ask and walk quicker to keep up, pressing your arm against his by walking closer to him. He glares at you.
“Obviously.” He snarls and looks forward again.
“Cool. cool cool cool….um…which ones?”
He audibly grumbles.
“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.” You smile. He is making it very hard to be attracted to him. Grumbly bastard. Prickly idiot. Why can’t he just fuck you? Shove you into a broom closet and let out his frustrations if you’re so bloody annoying to be around! Why can’t you fall head over heels for someone normal?
Because normal is boring.
Your eyes glide over his sharp jaw, every muscle tensed, about ready to snap, beneath his pale skin that shines in the moonlight.
“I said, you were a daft, simple-minded girl when I had the misfortune of attempting to teach you potions - I very much doubt you’d understand any more now than you did seventeen years ago!”
His venom cuts deep. You stumble backwards. You thought he was clumsy when it comes to socialising, that he perhaps didn’t understand your intentions, not that he loathes you.
“Oh…” You murmur. “Um…okay…” don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. “Sorry for bothering you.” You turn on your heels and run. He calls after you but you ignore it, disappearing between the trees into the undergrowth, away from Snape because you are about to cry your eyes out like the stupid little girl he sees in you and you are not about to embarrass yourself any further than you already have! You just want to go back to your quarters.
Stupid girl! Insufferable, annoying, bothersome, foolish girl!
Snape runs after her. He considered leaving her to her own fate and capabilities and collect his ingredients but he had been cursed with a conscience. A nasty, biting thing demanding he not let her run to her death in an Acromantula den.
He’ll tear her a new one when he catches up to her! The sheer idiocy! Running into the Forbidden Forest like that! What possessed her.
“Stop running!” He snarls, draws his wand and sends a non-verbal Stupor at her. She stumbles and falls face-first into the flower field spreading over the clearing they had entered during their chase. Snape lifts his spell.
You spin around, furious. How fucking dare he? Isn’t it enough to insult you? Does he have to embarrass you by forcing you to bear your pathetic little hurt feelings to him?
He stands at the other end of the clearing, pale blue flowers reaching to his calves, emitting a gentle glow. He looks furious. The light of the full moon illuminates him from the back, deepening his already sharp features, cloaking his face and body in menacing shadows.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He snarls and points towards the direction you were running in. “Do you want to be eaten by enormous spiders?”
“Like you give a damn!” You shout and pick yourself up off the ground. Swiftly you brush loose dirt and a few pedals off your robes and out of your hair. The motherfucker stunned you!
“I might be a cold son of a bitch but I am not letting a colleague run to her death - no matter how annoying said colleague is. The way back to the castle is-” A wind picks up. His cloak flutters behind him, the fabric whispering with the motion. Pedals are ripped from the flowers.
His eyes widen.
You tilt your head to the side, brows pulled together. “Severus?”
“Stay where you are!” He hisses, sending droplets of spit flying. You look around, confused, searching the dark rows of trees for some beastly critter about to attack but you find none. Snape’s eyes are pinned to yours. His chest is heaving, his breath seems shallow. You take a step forward to which Snape instantly backs away, keeping his wand pointed at- you?
“What’s going on?”
“To the castle! Go back to the castle!”
“I am not your student! You can’t give me orders! And to think I’ve been trying to go on a date with you for months!”
“You have to go back to the castle now or- what?” His wand hand sinks a little. A crease forms between his brows. You’ve never seen Severus so puzzled.
“Year really…” You mutter. “Back in school too-”
“I am not in the mood for jokes or pranks.”
“It’s not!” You take another step forward. Severus’ back hits a tree. The wind picks up. A sweet scent reaches your nose, infiltrates your mind, swirls around your brain like vapours of a potion-
Weren’t you cold?
You were! Yes, you were- but it’s so hot- when did it get so hot?
“Stop that!” Snape snarls again.
“Stop what?” You roll your eyes and pause- your cloak lies in the flower field three steps away from you. You have unbuttoned your robes, revealing the white blouse and dark trousers underneath- when-?
“Go. back.” He has his jaw clenched, teeth pressed together. His nostrils flare, his eyes flick down to your chest and he seems to struggle to force them back up.
“Are you hot too?” Your fingers pry open the buttons of your blouse without you even noticing or you’re just not thinking about it…
“Go-”
“What’s happening?”
“Pollen-”
“What?”
“Where you shit in Herbology too?!” He snaps and you glare at him about ready to-
Your blouse slips off your shoulders and falls to the ground. “Stop- you don’t want this-”
“What? What is this?”
“A rare flower.” His voice sounds pressed, as though he’s struggling to speak, to breathe, to exist. He has his back moulded to the tree, clutching at the bark with his hands, straining to keep his eyes on your face.
The button on your trousers is open.
“The pollens they emit to the air to spread and form these dense fields- they have a unique effect on humans-”
“Which effect?”
“Can’t you tell, stupid girl?”
Your trousers push past your hips.
“You should be running from me, not stripping for me.” His eyes graze over your body, standing in front of him in only your underwear, devouring the sight. His eyes trace along the curves of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake…Heat rushes to your core.
“Sex pollen-” You gasp, noticing you’re standing a mere arm's length away from him now.
“The rather crude colloquial name - yes.”
“Severus- what-”
“Too late, stupid girl.” He snarls and the next moment he’s on you, pouncing at you like a wild beast. His woodsy, herbal scent flows around you, mixing with the sweet smell of the damned flower. His hands grip your arms roughly, blunt nails dig into your flesh. Severus swirls you around and pushes you against the tree. Bark scratches against your skin, stabbing into it but you don’t even notice.
It’s like a trance has taken over your mind and only one thing matters.
He.
Severus’ mouth latches onto your throat. A million tiny explosions rush over your skin where he touches you and you moan, a feral sound ripped harshly from your throat, echoing over the empty clearing. Severus growls in response, even more feral, even less human. His teeth scrape over your throat. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, your thighs. Then he tears at his own clothes, shedding layer after layer with a quickness and urgency that has your head spinning.
“Stupid girl.” He repeats and kisses up to your jaw, your cheek. Heated, open-mouth kisses that leave your skin marked by his saliva.
You place your hands on his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto, something to pull you back into reality, your head spinning, skin exploding, core hurting. You’re so aroused, so need it fucking hurts.
“Severus-” You moan. His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around him on their own accord.
“You should have run when you still had the chance.” He snarls against your lips, his breath brushes over your skin. “You’ll regret this.”
“Shut up and fuck me, you prick!”
Your lips meet in a violent clash of teeth and tongue. You’re pretty sure he bites you or perhaps you bite him. None of it matters anymore when you feel his prick against your soaked entrance. You’ve never been so wet- never so wound up- so desperate for sex-
You cry out when he enters you, a forceful thrust that buries him to the hilt in your twitching channel. He is big. Too big under different circumstances perhaps. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He pounds into you, spearing you open, using his grip on your waist to bounce you on his cock in sync with each of his thrusts.
You cling to his shoulders, your nails drawing blood, fingertips running over old scars, exploring the surprisingly defined muscles of his lean stature.
Your breasts bounce, rubbing against his naked chest, his lips lay claim to yours, your face, your neck, your chest.
He stumbles, his left side giving in and you tumble to the ground. You’ve seen that happen before. The venom of you-know-who’s snake has left him with some permanent damage, not only the huge scar on his neck.
You don’t care.
You push him down to the ground, your hands on his chest and move your hips, lifting them, letting them slam back down, riding him. You throw your head back, your eyes closed, lips parted as his cock drags along your inner walls with delicious friction.
“So- so full-” You moan. Your breasts sway. Severus catches them, squeezing them with such pure delight on his usually reserved face. He twists your nipples between his fingers, revelling in the noises he coaxes from you.
“You could have had this so much sooner, idiot.” You hiss and grind down against him before lifting your hips up once again.
“Wha-?” His puzzled expression is almost cute.
“I’ve been trying to get you to ask me out for months!” As though to reinforce your discontent with his lack of romantic interest you pick up your pace. His head drops back into the flowers. The pale blue petals glow in his inky black hair.
“How was I supposed to know?” He asks, bucking up to meet your movement.
“I was flirting!”
“I thought you were acting especially stupid for some reason.”
“Arsehole!” You dig your nails into his chest but Severus seems to like that. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips part, pleasure drawn into every wrinkle of his face.
“Why didn’t you just ask me out?”
“Would you have said yes?”
“I’d have called you stupid. Perhaps laughed at you. Slip poison in your tea.”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t think you do.”
Quicker than you can follow his movements you’re underneath him and your legs on his shoulders. Your head is still spinning when Severus starts pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the clearing, accompanied by your and Severus' animalistic, feral sounds of pleasure.
“I don’t-” You moan and dig your fingers into the dry soil underneath you.
“I know.”
“You’re supposed to say me neither.”
“I do whatever the fuck I want, sweetheart.”
“Shut up.”
“No.”
His balls slap against your arse. His hand drops between your bodies, his fingers find your clit, run over it once- twice-
You see stars. Dots of light exploding all over your field of vision and pulling you into darkness, bringing the complex system keeping your body alive and moving to an abrupt stop. Your lungs refuse to fill with air, your brain crashes, your limbs tense, your whole body forced into a contortion made of carnal desire and the world-ending pleasure Severus Snape brings you.
You twitch. Then you inhale sharply, filling your lungs with air, shuddering, whimpering under Severus who spills inside you with an ear-splitting grunt and then slumps down above you. On top of you. Your legs found the ground somehow. His cock still inside you, throbbing, slowly softening, you lay in the dirt like a starfish, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed and confused.
“Friday.” Severus murmurs, his lips brushing over your cheek as he speaks. “Dinner. Be ready on time or I’ll leave without you.”
“Mh?”
“You really are dense." He grumbles. "Your date, stupid girl. Friday.”
#snape x reader#severus snape x reader#snape x you#Severus snape x you#severus snape x professor!reader#severus snape smut#snape fandom#request#dividers by cafekitsune#sex pollen
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TW; talk of sexual assault
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James Potter fans trying to defend him about SWM are seriously warped.
“But pantsing is common in schools.”
“But Snape was a mean teacher.”
There is no excuse for sexual assault! Forcibly and non-consensually removing someones clothing, indecently exposing someone, is a sexual assault.
So many Marauders fans need therapy, it’s frightening.
#pro severus snape#anti james potter#anti marauders#severus snape#anti marauders fandom#snapes worst memory#tw sex assault
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Try LETHE ELIXIR by Severus Snape
Tranquillity is a Sip Away
Severus Snape's miraculous invention will protect you from blabbering dunderheads and inane small talk. Just a sip will create a protective barrier around the drinker, making people forget why they even wanted to bore, er, approach you.
Secret Santa gift for @quite-unbalanced ♥️ But I also felt it was fitting for his birthday
#Happy Birthday Severus Snape#A universe where Snape sells his soul to capitalism instead of the dark arts#His little apothecary is decorated just as gothic and dramatic as his classroom#He is of course on all of the advertisements because sex sells#He's a total arse but everyone goes to him because his stuff is the best#severus snape#snape#severus#procreate#professor snape#my art#pro snape#prosnape#myart#severussnape#snapecelebration
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Snape: Come here... Harry
Harry, sitting down: Yeah? What's this about? Are we eating dinner early?
Snape: No. You wish. Anyways, back to my planned topic of the evening. There will come a time in your life where you will meet a lovely witch- or wizard and-
Harry: When will you give up on trying to teach me? I Know!
Snape: *scoffs* Well don't come running to me when you contract wizarding gonorrhea.
Harry: What's the difference between wizarding and regular gonorrhea?
Snape: Exactly why you need to sit the fuck down and listen.
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"I can't believe you like Snape! He's a jerk because he didn't get to fk a girl he liked!"
Bold of you to assume I don't headcanon him as super asexual.
#he's a jerk for other reasons!#harry potter#that man has other priorities than sex#severus snape#asexuality#headcanon
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It's midterms, I forgot the expression in English but I'm burried under massive work so if kind souls want to send prompts my way - inspiration has dried out or rather, I don't have the time to stir her right now
#I wanna write though!! Just... Two degrees and three majors 🤡🤡#severus snape#minerva mcgonagall#albus dumbledore#I write no romance or sex#Lily and the Snape parents I'm taking a liking to
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My Headcanons About Snape’s Sexuality
Warning: discussions about sex under the cut
The cool thing about Snape is that you can headcanon him to be of any sexual and romantic orientation. Even his love for Lily can be seen as platonic (which I do). I imagine Snape as bi and demisexual with little experience, but I also accept that other people may see him entirely differently, whether that's straight, gay, ace/aro, a total slut. It all works!
It’s hard to say why I think he’s bi. I know some people headcanon him as such because they are bi themselves or they like to imagine characters as bi/pan unless explicitly stated otherwise.
I think he has a preference for women simply because most (if not all) of the men in his life have, for the lack of a better term, sucked in one way or another. I can see him being part of the “I like men but hate them all” group if he lived in our times LOL.
If he did fall for a man, it would be an interesting experience for him, partially because he’s probably only ever learned about the dynamics of het relationships. I don’t think relationships come easy to him, so having to figure things out on his own would be stressful to say the least. With that said, at some point I don’t think he’d bother too much with labels like dom/sub, top/bottom, etc. In my mind, he’s a verse and switch, but again, I don’t know if he’d specifically label himself that way. With the right person, he can show all these different sides to him that he never knew he had.
Of course, being under the asexual umbrella doesn't inherently mean that one has a low libido, but I think Snape specifically does, at least before he finds someone to whom he's sexually attracted. In such case, his mind becomes occupied with sexual thoughts. At first, he doesn’t understand this new feeling and thinks something must be wrong with him. It starts to make more sense when he has vivid dreams of having sex with that person.
He doesn't give himself enough credit, though. He assumes that his lack of experience must mean he knows absolutely nothing about sex and that his first time will be terrible. He reads books about sex to learn about different positions, types of sex, the best way to make someone orgasm, etc.
After the first few times, he realizes that sex doesn't have to be a clear set of steps to follow; he learns to trust his intuition and begins to view it as a way to connect with his partner not only physically but also emotionally.
I believe he prefers to give than receive because he doesn’t like having the spotlight on him and he’s incredibly insecure about his body. He's also afraid of coming too quickly and embarrassing himself, making his lack of experience more obvious.
When he starts to become more comfortable receiving and having intercourse, he hides his face and covers his mouth (but little does he know that his expressions and moans are oh so sexy). You have to be patient, but he eventually becomes more comfortable being vulnerable and intimate.
When he’s in his dom mood, I imagine he's more of a service dom, concentrating on his partner's pleasure. However, he has his moments when he's rough and shoves, pushes, and holds his partner down while doing whatever he wants to them. One of his kinks is edging them for hours, making them beg and plead. He also heavily enjoys being called "sir," which brings out his cocky side (we love to see the "snirk" on his face.)
He can be completely submissive, though. He loves it when his partner demands things from him and grips his hair to control his movements. What he comes to learn, however, is that he has a huge praise kink. If you only have time for a quickie, all you have to do is be gentle and call him your good boy. Be careful, though; he will cry the first time you say that (possibly even every time.)
I tried to organize my thoughts the best I could, but I still feel like this is all over the place. I have many more thoughts, but I'm going to leave this here. I would love to hear yours, as well!
#snape headcanon#snape headcanons#severus snape headcanon#severus snape headcanons#snape smut#severus snape smut#snape sex#severus snape sex
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I'd like to think of Severus as a very horny, person. Very touched starved.
I want to fuck Snape senseless. I want to pamper his neck with licks and affection, and feel him throbbing while I fuck him.
I want to hear him moan When he comes, and then pap me with approval like I'm a good boy.
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“you only like Snape cus you fancy Alan Rickman” really bitch then why has Snape been my favourite hp character for 21 years but I’ve only actually fancied him and Alan for abt 1 year???
#pro snape#snapedom#Severus Snape#I’ve liked him since I was SIX#why would I fancy a grown ass man at six??#then again snaters reckon sev had sex on the mind at 9 so 🤷🏼♀️
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SOTS Chapter 32 - Carrows, Cures and Curse Words
I am so in my feelings about getting to the last quarter of this story. It’s been wild. I really did not think it would get more than a couple hundred clicks, I told myself maybe one person will like it. I think I found more than one.
This week we finally, after all this time get some desk sex. How absolutely dare I write a student/teacher fic without it. I made you wait till it was a boss/assistant story to get it.
Thanks as always to @5everus who always says exactly what I need her to say to make my brain work again. Love my beta more than my words can say. Without her this story might be without words.
Read this chapter on Ao3 or on Wattpad
A Preview:
A knock on his office door had us both sighing. “Who is it?” Severus called as he enchanted the maps to roll up and store themselves away.
“Carrows.” Amycus called out. Severus practically growled in aggravation. He sat in his chair and just as I went to move he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.
“Come in.” Severus called out to the door, and I had only a moment to look perplexed at him as he dove his face into my neck and licked me under my ear causing me to squeal a little in surprise as he did so. They looked livid as they entered to find me there in his lap squealing out a surprised giggle with his face in my neck. I saw what he was doing, he was making an environment that was inhospitable to them asking too many questions of him. He was busy . “What is it?” He asked, barely glancing at them.
“We think McGonagall is helping the rebels.” Alecto sneers.
“What makes you suspect that?” Severus asks, sounding bored of them already.
“She was seen carrying a plate heaping with food.” Amycus growled.
“Where?” I asked as if I didn’t really care what the answer was.
“Why?” Alecto bites as if she is furious I have the nerve to even speak.
“Well we do tend to allow the staff to eat. It must have been the location which made you suspicious.” Severus offered.
“It was a platter of buns and meats, way more than she would have herself. I saw her on the fifth floor. East wing.” Alecto says smugly, directing her annoyed energy at me as she can’t outright let Severus know that she thinks he is being negligent in his duties sitting up here with me instead of torturing staff for information.
Severus and I made eye contact and said “Staff room” in unison before we look over at them again. I see their jaws tighten, they had forgotten. They never visit that room as they are incredibly unwelcome, and if they enter the place clears out as if they were oozing boils of a bubotuber plant.
“It was not for staff!” Amycus insists. “They eat in the great hall! Why would they be eating upstairs in the middle of the afternoon?”
“I will send my assistant to ascertain the food situation. Perhaps there was a party.” He looks back at me and I let my eyes sparkle at him. I know it makes the Carrows feel immensely uncomfortable.
“I believe Horace has a birthday around now. Did you not receive an invitation?” I ask them with a snarky fake innocence.
“Did you?” She bites back.
“I think so. Of course I had work to do for the Headmaster this morning. I have been very preoccupied. Haven’t had two seconds to sit down until just when you came to visit.”
“So happy to see you found somewhere to rest your feet.” Alecto grinds out.
“My favourite seat in the whole castle…” I smile to Severus and bite my lip.
“The character you play when they are around drives me wild.” He growls in my head.
The headmaster’s hand is suddenly in my skirt and sliding up my thighs. Oh no. He is about to ruin his surprise I was wearing for him for later. When his fingers find the garter on the top of my thigh his lips slightly part and the way he looks at me has my core turning liquid with need.
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@dranna @frenchhomosnapieno @furisodespirit
@thepotionsmistress @snapecentric @svrsnape @zealouspickleeggdragon @miserywicked It's a gif!
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Ok everyone…
I have a Christmas fic for Snape that I’m so exited to show you all 😏 And it’s NSFW 💋
Here’s a sneak peak:
You had been taking earlier in the semester about sex and kinks and things along those lines. And you realized that Severus had a bit of a thing for exhibitionist sex. He wouldn’t full on admit it, but even once you two almost got caught by student when he was fucking you on his desk, and you could tell the idea of getting caught spurred Severus on even more. So, considering there were far less people in Hogwarts today, and most would be preoccupied, you decided to surprise Severus.
😏😉💋
Here it is:
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