A reenactment.
During the Lackadaisy crew cocktail mixer earlier this summer, Zib's VA tried grits for the first time while Wick's VA looked on. The facial expressions said it all. Couldn't resist trying to recapture it.
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upon hearing of lord orochimaruâs supposed lovers, you had been extremely despaired and had sunk into an insecurity-filled haze. kabuto noticed, and had tried (and failed) to talk to you multiple times over the course of a few weeks.
it was the same dull routine everyday, wake up in the morning, take a bath, assist kabuto in the lab, do the remainder of your chores and then come back to your room and go to sleep. little by little, the insecurity was swallowing you whole and you no longer felt like socialising. you even stopped pining for orochimaruâs attention and slowly started feeling like you no longer belonged in the sound.
kabuto and the rest of orochimaruâs associates had often tried to speak to you about the abrupt change in your demeanour but had met the icy winds of your temperament each time. you slowly found yourself getting lost in the hypnotic arms of sleep and found yourself slumbering for as long as you could.
you decided to leave the sound. you discussed with kabuto the details of your departure and were well on your way to. that is, until lord orochimaru himself had to come to you.
it was close to midnight when you had heard a knock at your door. somehow, you were still up despite your lust for sleep. the cause of you staying up unusually late was a cheesy romance novel which you were reading to compensate for your pathetic love life. you were intent on finishing the book by tonight, and were on the last few pages of the sappy nonsense.
you were annoyed by the unwanted interruption and were sure to make it known in your expression. you opened the door with the deepest frown you could muster.
..and there stood lord orochimaru, in his loose night wear and untied hair. your expression immediately changed into one of utter shock.
âlord orochimaru! what are you doing here?!â you exclaimed. immediately realising how impolite you sounded, you corrected yourself. âi-i mean, good evening, my lord. how can i help you?â
âgood evening, my dear. i have something to talk to you about.â he said, pushing you aside and letting himself in. he sat down on the bed and motioned for you to come to him. you sat down next to him, being careful about the distance between you two.
he seemed to grow annoyed.
âyou know, you have been awfully quiet lately. even more so than usual. i donât see you around all that often anymore.â he said quietly, curiously staring at your face to note your reaction to his words.
âyou could always summon me if you need me, my lord.â you said drily, looking uninterested. you had newfound courage at how angry you were at him. you realised you were mad at him, for betraying you. for giving you a chance. for not killing you. for making you fall in love with him.
and that was all it took.
he was on you in an instant, face in your neck, lips beside your ear, whispering, âlittle ___. you donât get it at all, do you?â you felt your face heating up at the proximity. feeling your thin nightgown running up your thighs, let out a whimper.
he immediately looked up at you, looking surprised and then smug seeing you on your back, hands covering your flushed face.
âyou act so cold, yet blush at the slightest touch. what is it with you, hmm?â he said, making a point to graze your collarbone lightly with his fangs.
you let out a mewl, clutching his arm that was keeping you under him. âo-orochimaru-sama! what..â your words were cut off by him kissing you, plunging his tongue into your mouth.
this kiss was unlike any you had ever felt before. it was hot and heavy with with desire, conveying feelings orochimaru himself hadnât had the courage to say to you.
but you felt it. you felt it all, his desperation, his longing, and most of all, his lust. you felt his hand on your chest, caressing it with a kind of gentleness you wouldnât have expected. he pulled off your nightgown, removing the thin garment from your body.
suddenly two of his long, nimble fingers were inside you, working heaven into your cunt. you felt his fingers touch the little spot inside of you that nearly made you tear up. noticing your moans getting louder and you nearly crying, he let out a smirk and enclosed his mouth on your nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue.
he felt your hips bucking up into him, your legs shaking, and started to rub his thumb on your clit. you let out a scream, having the most intense orgasm of your life. you let out shallow breaths and tried to recover.
however, orochimaru gave you no time to rest, immidiately leaning down to your pussy to thrust his tongue in and out of your spent hole. you arched your back, choking on your own spit at the sudden intrusion.
he began to swirl and move his tongue, finding your g spot much faster than he did with his fingers. he began to abuse the pad, rapidly flicking it with the tip of his tongue. before long he had ripped another orgasm from you. he stood back up, licking the remainder of your climax from his mouth.
at this point you could barely maintain consciousness. he gave you a few minutes to rest, sucking blooms of red and purple into your neck and chest before taking his pants off and revealing his painfully hard cock. it was long and pretty, with so much blood pooling at the head that it looked almost purple. it was pale and lovely and was drooling precum. your mouth watered at the sight, but alas, you could only do so much in a single night..
he gave it a few strokes and pushed your legs into your chest before aligning himself with your cunt. he teased your slit with the tip and watched your pussy clench around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you. he smirked at the sight, slapping you harshly across the face.
âwhat a greedy little bitch, desperate to have more when iâve already given her so much.â he hissed, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth and pulling you into a bruising kiss. he slipped inside you, stretching your gummy walls in the best way possible. he immediately began a punishing pace swallowing up your whimpers and moans. the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your previous releases making the sounds even more lewd. the smell of sex was prominent in the air.
before long he was practically bouncing you on his cock like you were nothing but a fucktoy, and you loved it. this time he was chasing his own release, groping your ass and tits and throwing his head back, moaning. his beautiful hair cascaded down his back and you were unable to control yourself, pulling it slightly. he groaned in pleasure. youâd be lying if you didnât say that it was the hottest sight you had ever seen.
you came on his cock twice, hyper sensitive from your previous releases before he slowed down, rolling his hips into yours. his moans were getting louder, his sensitivity evident in his movements. he leaned down to whisper in your ear, âiâm gonna fill you up. youâre gonna be nice and full with our kids. iâll make sure you become my breeding bitch and pump you full of my cum every night. iâll make sure enough you never leave.â
that was enough to send you over the edge. you squirted all over him, drenching his abdomen and balls with your cum. when he felt your cunny spasming around him he was unable to hold off his orgasm any longer and came, filling you to the brim with his hot cum.
both of you took some time to catch your breaths, with orochimaruâs forehead on yours. when he had gathered enough of his energy, he spoke. âdonât leave the sound. please.â he said in a vulnerable tone that you had never heard before. he was desperate and you could feel it. hear it in his voice, see it on his face. however, you werenât about to forget everything just because he dicked you down and made a few sappy comments!
âthen why did you not acknowledge my love for you, my lord? what are these rumours i hear of you sleeping with other people?â you remarked with a frown.
he looked deeply into your eyes and sighed. âi.. i wanted to see how much you wanted me. how far you would go to have me. i started testing you to see how youâd react if i never acknowledged you. if i acted like i was seeing other people. alas, it completely backfired. please, donât leave. stay with me. â he said, unable to face you any longer and burying his face in your neck.
you needed a moment to process all of this. so, it all was a lie? he was pretending all along? you were angry at first, but then you felt a kind of relief that made you breathe easier. you hadnât realised you were holding your breath. you smiled softly. âiâm not leaving, my lord.â
warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, veryyy slight dacryphilia(?), degradation, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. please reblog.
it seemed like his hips had been slamming into yours for hours. you hadnât seen any sign of exhaustion or satisfaction yet. with each slam of orochimaruâs hips into yours you could hear the mix of your numerous releases and his cum, producing the most lewd sounds you had ever heard.
the only thing preventing your spent body from collapsing completely was his grip on your waist. upon your fifth orgasm he pulled your limp body up by the neck onto his hard chest. with an iron grip on your jaw, he whispered in your ear;
âdo you still think i am neglecting you, my dear?â the cockiness was evident in his voice, both of you knowing you were too spent to even speak, much less garner a witty response.
it was not like you wanted to reply, anyway. all you cared about was his thick cock stretching you out and fucking your braincells right out of you. you let out a whine and tried to fuck yourself back onto him, dissatisfied that he had stopped.
he let out a chuckle and started pounding into you vigorously, hitting that spot inside you that made you drool. he moaned at the way your face rapidly contorted into several looks of euphoria.
âlook at me while i fuck your brains out, slut.â he said, tightening his grip on your jaw and taking his other hand from your waist to your swollen clit and rubbing it roughly.
all you could do at the moment was look at his beautiful face, only flushed with exertion while you were a drooling, half conscious mess fighting to keep your eyes open. you creamed seconds later, the assault against your g-spot and clit being too much to handle.
orochimaru moaned at your cunt spasming around him and sped up his thrusts, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. after a few deep strokes, he slowed down and came, hard, inside your abused pussy.
âwhat an insatiable little slut, never being satisfied despite how many times i fill her up or leave her sore.â he said, looking down at your teary face with pure love in his eyes and a smirk on his pretty little lips.
he leaned down to make out with you, easily dominating the kiss with little resistance; sucking your tongue and swirling it around with his long one. when you felt him get hard again against your thigh, you knew this was going to be a long night.
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warnings: smut, being shared by the sannin, face riding, slight jealousy, mentions of virginity loss, lots of smuttiness, mentions of drinking.
summary: after the war, the sannin came back feeling all kinds of different ways. this is the headcanons for that.
pairings: Tsunade Senju x Fem!Reader, Orochimaru x Fem!Reader and Jiraiya x Fem!Reader
The war left Tsunade feeling so cold and lost. Sheâs a bit of a greedy and selfish lover, but she never leaves you unsatisfied.
She likes to show up late at night and is super drunk. Sheâs loud and brash, and makes lots of noise when she knocks on your window.
Tsunade loves to take her time riding your face. She will greedily grind against you until she is absolutely shaking.
She moans loudly as her third orgasm washes over her. Youâre practically suffocating between her thighs, but you wouldnât have it any other way. Out of your sannin lovers, Tsunade is easily the greediest. You think itâs because sheâs so afraid of losing someone else. Sheâs afraid to lose you. You are someone she finds so much comfort in. She couldnât even bear the thought of losing you just like losing so many others before.
She doesnât care about sharing with her two partners. No, that doesnât matter to her when all she wants to do is fuck the pain away. She shudders as the final waves wash over her, rendering her into a numb mush of a human being. She slowly comes down from her high and climbs off of you. You take a deep breath and let yourself get as much air as possible. Tsunade chuckles as she settles on the bed next to you.
âThanks. I needed that.â
You kiss her softly and she moans at the taste of herself on your lips. It doesnât take too long before these kisses become heated. Eventually, sheâs kissing a sloppy trail down your body. She parts your thighs and smirks at you. Her fingers part your folds, collecting the juices on her digits. She canât believe how wet you got just from letting her ride your face.
âSo wet from just letting me use that pretty mouth of yours.â
You blush at her words. Sheâs always had that effect on you. And you think to yourself, that she probably always will.
Orochimaru comes back from the war with an even bigger need for love. He wants to feel connected to someone else. He longs to feel love.
Heâll be overprotective and possessive, but he enjoys spoiling you as well. He doesnât like when someone tries to mess with his lover.
Long lovemaking sessions are his favorites. He will spend hours just rutting into you, his heavy balls slapping against you.Â
Orochimaru buries his face in the crook of your neck. He doesnât want you to see the tears in his eyes. When he first met you, he thought so little of you. He found it revolting that his two teammates wanted to share a lover between the three of them. But as he got to know you, he found that your softness was the exact thing he truly needed. He was drawn in by your kind heart and he became addicted to having you around all the time.
He loves being so deep inside of you. Your silky walls pulse and clench around him so tightly, making him whine in a louder pitched voice than usual. Something that he would be so mortified if anyone found out about it. The way you moan his name just drives him crazy too. It sounds like a song written just for him. Orochimaru isnât sure that he could continue being such a bad person with you in his life.
âLove you so much, Oroâ.â You always coo the sweetest things to him. And heâs so sure that you must be saying these to the others, but he likes to pretend itâs for him only.
He grunts softly as you clench around him. He wants to tell you to keep your mouth shut to not give him hope, but he loves the sweet words you give him. Itâs the only time heâll truly hear it. He knows youâre in love with all three of them.
âI love you too,â
Jiraiya came back from the war hornier! He has lost his virginity, and his love for sex has grown even more than the last time you saw him.
Heâs the one who suggested that the three of them share you. He knows that they all have softness for you, and he adores you to bits.
He was your first. Jiraiya took your virginity in a very sweet and romantic way. He loves to dote on you a lot.
âCome on, baby.â Jiraiya moans, âcum again for daddy.â
You moan as he pounds himself into you. His cock rubbing up against your sweet spot over and over again has you reeling. Youâve already cum so many times tonight, but Jiraiya is on a mission. He wants to prove himself to be a very good lover. You iust think itâs funny that he wants to prove that to you every time you have sex. He has your legs pinned against your chest, and heâs plowing into you with such vigor that the headboard of the bed slams against the wall with every thrust.
âYour poor neighbors, baby. They must hate me.â Jiraiya jokes before leaning in to nip at your neck.
A happy sigh falls from your lips as he finally bites down on the tender flesh. Jiraiya enjoys marking you up. He doesnât care that he shares you with his teammates, they can mark you up all they want. But as far as anyone is concerned, you pretty much belong to Jiraiya. He claimed you first, and he will take you from the others if it comes to it.
His thumb comes to rub your clit in sloppy circles, and that sends you over the edge. Jiraiya thrusts into you harder with every wave of your orgasm, and you drench the sheets in your juices.
You saw it with your own eyes, watched as Harry Potter killed the Dark Lord. No one cheered, no one said a word. The courtyard was eerily silent, as if no one could believe it. There was adrenaline still running through your body, made your ears ring, your hold on your wand so tight you feared you would break it in half.
Then someone spoke, and all around you voices whispered and murmured. Your heart is racing so fast, you can barely breathe and you're trembling in your spot, frozen. There's a body laying dangerously close to you, and you don't know if they're dead or unconscious. You don't bend down and check, not because you don't care, but because you're absolutely terrified.
It starts to really sink in, the reality of the situation, and there's a heavy weight that comes with it. The grip on your wand loosens just a fraction. You want to throw up, want to sit down and close your eyes and try to make sense of the world. Instead, you take a step forward, your muscles moving on their own. There's another step, and another, and suddenly youâre running. Youâre trying to be mindful of the people around you, know that they're suffering as much as you are, that there are children who have just witnessed the deaths of their friends, their family, the one's they loved. But you aren't thinking straight, aren't thinking at all. Even as you scan the faces, force your eyes to look to the ground where so many people lay unmoving, your brain is working too fast for you to follow it. It's like your body is in autopilot, your mind in overdrive.
You can feel yourself crying, can't seem to figure out why. Then your eyes land on a man, curled against a crumbling wall and you stop running. He's got hair the color of an oil slick, blood coating his hand and your breath hitches. For a second there you thought you saw Severus. But itâs not, He's too young, his hair is too short, his skin is a little darker.
For a second, your heart almost stopped beating. You force yourself to care about the injured man in front of you, even though every single nerve in your body is telling you that you need to find Severus Snape right now. That you need to see him with your eyes, make sure that he wasn't dead, another body on the ground. The tears cloud your vision as you say something to the boy, as you bite your tongue so hard you start to taste blood.
He holds his hand up, stopping you in your track. "It's not my blood." he says in a strangled voice. It's cruel of you, but you run off, leave him sitting there, covered in someone else's blood, possibly traumatized. You've finally caught up with your mind, can finally feel your body as you stumble through castle debris, climb over fallen stones, and push through the crowds of people. Your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only: finding Severus Snape.
You search frantically, calling out his name, scanning the faces of the injured and the dead. Every time you think you've found him, your heart races with hope, only to be crushed when you realize it's not him. You can feel yourself getting more and more desperate, your heart heavy with the fear that he may not have made it through the final battle. There's a new weight on your heart, one that makes you feel like youâre running in slow motion, like the world is pushing itself against you as you move.
You can't breathe again, but still you push forward. You search every hall, every room, and even though death follows you everywhere, you still canât find him. You have to, have to know that he made it, that he's somewhere out. That he's safe. That he's alive. Because you have no idea what you'd do without him. How can you live your life without him in it?
You find yourself in the infirmary, panting as you come to a stop. There are so many children, so many people crammed into the small space, it's hard to see who's who. You move through the crowd, your eyes scanning every face, every body, in search of him. Terrified that if you don't find him here you will have to search the room they've started taking the dead.
But you spot him sitting on a cot, bandages around his neck, blood coating his clothes, his cheek. Your legs feel like they've been hit with the Locomotor Curse and you almost collapse. You let out a painful sob, one full of relief and gratitude.
"Severus!" you shout, voice trembling. You don't care that you're disturbing people, don't care that they've turned to stare at you. All you focus on is the way Severus' head shoots up, his eyes locking with yours. He looks just as relieved as you feel, and before you know it, you're running towards him, your feet barely hitting the ground. You throw yourself at him, your arms wrapping tightly around him, tears streaming down your face. He's alive, he's safe, and nothing else matters in that moment.
You're a sobbing mess as you hold him, your face against his chest as you cry and cry and keep saying his name, voice shaky and full of emotion. You squeeze his harder and he hisses in pain.
You let go of him, pull back to look at him. There's fresh blood on his bandages and this time you're crying because you've hurt him.
"I'm sorry!" you cry out, voice choking on the words. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Severus grunts, pulling you back into an embrace, wants to feel you against him again. "Don't" he forces out, the pain of talking excruciating. He doesn't care though, finds some sort of twisted joy in it because it makes this moment real. You're truly here, alive. Your here with him, in his arms and that's all that matters. Youâre clinging to him, your sobs slowing down to hiccupping breaths. He has his hand tangled in your hair, holding you against him. His head is pressed against yours.
He had been so scared that something had happened to you, that you were dead somewhere in this castle. He had been ready to search for you, to burn down the world if you left him in this place alone. But your alive and safe, and he's holding you in his trembling arms. He never wants to let you go, never wants to be without you by his side.
"Marry me." he whispers in your ear, his voice strained.
You shift, try to pull back but he holds you there, against his beating chest. "I cannot fathom a single day without you by my side." he adds, his fingers caressing the back of your head.
You're in shock, your heart is pounding in your chest. You never expected this, not now, not here. But you know without a doubt that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. "Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Yes, I'll marry you."
Severus grunts once more, his lips finding your neck. The weight of everything that has happened and everything that is yet to come is overwhelming, but in this moment, all that matters is that you're together, and nothing will ever change that.
You surprising Sev with a giant Christmas Tree full of presents underneath it in his chambers â¤ď¸đĽ°
Red Wine or Bubble Bath
Snape x reader
1.4k words
On AO3 here - my masterlist - previously in Snape x reader Christmas one shots
Notes: As often happens, I imagined it a little too hard and ended up writing a one shot. It was about time I wrote another festive one anyway, and I thought this fitted wonderfully with the prompt 'giving' from week two of Snolidays 2022
Summary: During a reluctant conversation about his present-less, tree-less Christmases, you grasp the opportunity to give Severus a surprise.
Content: gn reader, fluff, romance, grumpy & uncaring Snape, baths (it's me, can I ever write anything without a bath featuring? Spoiler: no), vague hints at Snucius, vague hints at sex and nudity (nothing explicit), alcohol mention
âWhat do you mean you never bother with Christmas? Where do you put your gifts if you don't have a tree? Or a stocking?â
âPresents?â he spat, as though the thought of receiving gifts was almost laughable. But he didn't have the energy to laugh.
Instead, bitterness contorted his featured and it became glaringly obvious to you that presents were not the norm for him.
You took a deep breath, swallowing your words as you admitted, âI've got you a present.â
Severus's cheeks turned suddenly pale and he thanked his lucky stars that the staffroom was otherwise vacant at this moment.
âWhy?â he scathed. He hadn't got you anything - he hadn't got anyone anything. He never did. Would he be expected to return the favour?
âI... saw something that reminded me of you and... I thought you'd like it.â Perhaps it was far too presumptuous of you to think he would appreciate it.
âI see. And the other staff?â he questioned quietly, eyes glittering.
You paused, feeling all at once unable to breathe beneath his intense gaze. âNo. Just you.â
He turned his face away at last, and you exhaled with sharp relief. You'd felt as though he had pinning you to the wall with his stare, and as pleasant as that may feel in... other situations, you were certain that was the furthest thing from his mind in this moment.
âWell then, I suppose thanks are in order. For your... effort,â he said abruptly.
âYou're welcome,â you breathed as he tore away from you.
Christmas morning came around quickly, the few days leading up to it seeming to blur into one without the cacophony of hundreds of students filling the corridors every hour to force you into routine.
Severus awoke, as he always did, at six am on the dot, having slept for only a handful of hours if that, and feeling far more tired than he had when he got into bed. Sometimes he wondered whether skipping sleep at all would feel better than a couple of hours of broken, uncomfortable sleep.
As he blinked his eyes open, he realised there was light in his room. He couldn't rest unless he was plunged into complete and total darkness, so what would have possessed him to leave his candles burning?
His eyes could barely adjust for a moment, but they finally focussed. There stood a tall Christmas tree, covered in shining green and silver baubles and twinkling lights, with a small pile of wrapped parcels beneath it.
âWhat the fuck?â he whispered, swinging his legs out of bed to slide his feet into his slippers. âWho...â
He approached the pile and immediately recognised your handwriting scrawled on the note sitting atop them. He had almost forgotten you'd mentioned a present, assuming you were simply attempting to elicit some Christmas cheer from him - a fruitless and pointless exercise.
He dropped to the floor in front of the tree and picked up your note with some hesitancy.
Dearest Severus,
I thought I'd share some Christmas joy with you! I know you don't have much time to decorate, and that you don't usually do presents - I hope you don't mind that I sent a couple more than I promised! It would seem that I am reminded of you on quite a regular basis, and why not indulge? It's Christmas, after all.
See you at dinner. x
P.s. There is a present I hoped we could perhaps share later this evening, if you'd like.
Severus read the note again and and again until a solitary tear slipped down his cheek. Barely a soul had ever wanted to share anything much with him. And he'd been so distant toward you. Why ever would you do something like this for him?
He dragged a palm over his mouth, huffing a disbelieving but somehow joyful sob into it, and carefully placed the note back where he had found it.
With a knowing smirk, he picked up the one and only present he could always count on - the one from Lucius. It would no doubt be some ridiculous, expensive cologne he would never wear, but would sniff from time to time when he needed the comfort of his friend.
He tore the velvet ribbon and thick paper from little parcel and snorted. Of course, his assumption was proved correct. He unstoppered the bottle, sniffed the musky scent, and relaxed a little as an aroma that very much reminded him of Lucius filled his nostrils. He imagined what his friend would say if he were here.
Probably, Someone obviously fancies you rotten, Sev. I say go for it, and definitely Put some on, would you, Sev? I want to see what it smells like on you.
Lips pulling into a reluctant smile as Lucius's voice played in his ears, he tossed the bottle over his shoulder where it bounced onto the bed, and opened the first of the presents from you with renewed confidence.
Socks.
âHuh.â He kicked off his slippers and slid them on, trying with all his might not to smile at the little bats embroidered at the ankles.
Socks were a Christmas gift rite of passage. Warmth spread through his chest - from such a simple gesture, he felt included.
The next gift was a book; one you'd talked about with him weeks ago and remembered that he wanted to read. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as his fingers elegantly dragged over the cover and flicked through the pages. The best part of this gift was that it was a dark arts book - you hadn't shamed him for his interest; you'd encouraged it! His cheeks glowed red.
The next parcel contained a glass bottle filled with thick black liquid for the bath. Perhaps a bath before Christmas dinner would be just the ticket... Then his brow furrowed. Surely it's not the one you intended to share?
Finally, he unwrapped a bottle of fine red wine. How did you know it was his favourite? Had he mentioned it? He couldn't remember, but you obviously could.
A warm bath and a fresh set of robes later (and once again wearing his bat embroidered socks), Severus left his chambers for Christmas dinner in the hall with a spring in his step.
You smiled at him from across the table, expecting him to look away as he often did when confronted with anything like warmth from another, but he was already gazing at you.
The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. It was as close to a smile as you'd ever seen on his face. 'Thank you,' he mouthed.
He avoided everyone's gaze for the rest of dinner, choosing not to participate in the annual conversation of what everyone got for Christmas this year.
He knocked at your door an hour later, bottle of wine in hand.
âI wanted to thank you properly,â he said silkily. âYou've been very kind, and I'm not sure I deserve it, but... I have rather enjoyed it.â
âYou're very welcome, Severus. Did you want to come in for a glass of that wine? I'm curious to see what your favourite tastes like.â
âMe too,â he uttered under his breath as he followed you inside.
You turned back, thinking you'd misheard him. âSorry, what was th-â
His lips pressed to yours, and you welcomed them, instantly wrapping your arms around his neck and licking at his bottom lip for entry until his tongue met with yours and butterflies exploded in your stomach.
His arms slid around your ribcage, and as you sighed into his mouth, you heard a clink behind your back.
âWhat was that?â you smiled against his lips, the kiss having made you giddy.
He unwrapped himself from around you to hold up not only the bottle of wine you'd gifted him, but also the bottle containing the bath bubbles.
âI wasn't sure which one you intended to share.â His voice was so low, so seductive you could have collapsed, for your knees had grown irreversibly weak.
âBoth,â you breathed, bunching his robes tight in your fist to drag him in the direction of your bathroom, summoning two wine glasses to float after you.
Snape's knees were steadily growing weaker now, too, and his breath became shaky as he watched you begin to undress.
âI hoped you'd work out your fifth present,â you smirked.
He stepped closer, until you could feel his breath against your cheek. âMy present? No, this one will be for you. From me.â
Iâm obsessed with the idea of Snape reading in the armchair from HBP in The Nightshirt and then sinking to your knees in front of him, spreading his legs, pushing up The Nightshirt, and giving him the most earth-shattering blow-job of his life.
The Nightshirt and The Armchair
Notes: Anon, this is like you've read my mind, seen what goes on there, taken it away for analysis and come back to me with the most perfect, sexy, irresistible scenario imaginable. 'HBP Snape in the study armchair wearing The Nightshirt with a blow job' is like the Cluedo solution of my dreams đ
Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, reader has a vagina
You drop to your knees before him, sure he's barely noticed your presence in the room whilst he's engrossed in his evening edition of the Daily Prophet. He's been enjoying some peace and quiet in his dimly lit study, the rain hammering against the small window going a long way to relaxing him, too.
He isn't wearing his slippers; he's warming his bare, and often cold, feet by the crackling fire, so you start there, delicately tracing your fingers over the top of his feet. He grumbles something you don't quite catch and the newspaper in his hands twitches slightly.
Your fingers wrap carefully around his ankles then as you begin work on pushing the hem of his nightgown up to his knee. He hums out a sigh, your soft fingertips dragging over his warm, wanting flesh. There's barely a time his skin isn't crying out to be touched by you, and tonight is no exception.
Your hands reach his knees and you push them further apart with a gentle nudge, tucking yourself comfortably between his skinny legs. He drops his paper then and it folds over his fingers. He peers over the sheets to see you crouched between his feet in what appears to be a new and exceptionally flattering lingerie set. He swallows hard as you continue to push his nightgown up, until he shifts his legs to allow it past his thighs; a light shiver rolling over them as the pale skin is revealed.
He tosses the paper onto the pile of books beside him, and you see for the first time that he hasn't bothered fastening up the neck of his nightshirt. The delicious triangle of pale chest it reveals causes you to lick your lips, and in turn, Snape's cock twitches.
He's panting in shaky breaths and anticipation is swelling in the pit of his stomach as you lean forwards and push the nightgown up enough to free his half-hard cock, which you take into your mouth without hesitation.
The warm wetness surrounding his length has him fully erect in mere seconds, and his head drops back against his old armchair as you slide your tongue over his shaft and move up to circle the tip.
'Fuck,' he breathes, barely audible. He feels you withdraw from his length and forces himself to open his screwed shut eyes and look down at you. You're looking back up at him with nothing but lust, wrapping your fingers around the base of his thick cock and guiding it to rest on your tongue as you pump slowly with your fist, allowing him to see his cock displayed so prettily in your mouth. He whines, working hard to keep his hips still when he sees a shiny bead of precum drip onto your gently lapping tongue.
You hum as you take him in again, hollowing your cheeks to suck as your hand still works the part your lips simply cannot reach.
The vibration of your appreciative sound combined with the overwhelming feeling of being buried in your mouth causes him to cry out, and his hips to buck involuntarily.
You take your time, sliding your lips from his tip, down his shaft to your massaging fingers and back again almost hypnotically as his moans and gasps and whimpers fill the room around you.
He watches you, hoping you're wet for him inside that lacy underwear, that you'll allow him to bury his head between your legs until dawn as he drags orgasm out of orgasm out of you on his tongue and fingers.
You speed up a little when you feel him begin to tremble. His cock is aching for release, but he's holding off and you can tell. The increased speed and passion with which you're pleasuring him affords you another taste of his precum, and when he senses you slipping a hand between your own legs to relieve the pressure building there, his orgasm hits him hard.
His knuckles are already white, his fingers desperately gripping onto the arms of the chair as his seed fills your mouth and a strangled attempt at crying your name escapes his lips between filthy moans; Ugh- fuck! Ahh- UGH!
You sit back on your heels, looking up at him as you wipe your lips dry on the back of your hand.
Snape's mind is so clouded with bliss he can't bring himself to formulate words right away, so instead he pats his thigh, and you dutifully move up to sit there, leaning against his heaving chest as your fingers trace tenderly around his jaw.
His breath is heavy and rapid, his nightshirt still unceremoniously bunched up around his waist as his spent cock softens, and he eventually manages to look you properly. There's a glint in his eyes as they travel over your body that sends a jolt of excited anticipation to your already soaked core.
His fingers drag over your thigh and trace the edge of the lace for a while, teasing at touching you and sliding a hand up to squeeze and toy with your nipples through the fabric, exploring every inch of your body as you squirm on his lap.
'Lay on the rug for me,' he eventually drawls in a low but silky and extremely satisfied voice, and by now your flesh is aflame with need. 'Let me have you.'
I want to lay on top of Sevâs chest, bury my face into his neck and just hold him. And worship tf out of the scar from nagini and tell him how beautiful he is
Healing
Snape x reader drabble
Notes: I LOVED imagining this and so once again I accidentally wrote more than I intended to and turned it into a little story. Enjoy!
Warnings/content: insecurities, crying, nsfw (sex but not explicit detail), lil bit of worship, angst and fluff!
You laid on Snapeâs chest his first night out of the hospital, needing to be as close as possible to him after the months of endless heartache through the war and the weeks of anxious waiting and worrying through his recovery. You finally had him where he was supposed to be. With you; safe and secure and home.
You felt him tremble now and again as he stroked his fingers through your hair, arms clinging around you so tightly, as if youâd float away if his grip slipped even slightly, but the weight of you soothed him. It grounded him in the moment and stopped his mind drifting away to places he didnât want it to go. Tonight, right now, he just wanted you. He could deal with anguish later. Hadnât he done enough? Surely, he deserved just one night to taste something close to peace?
And oh, how youâd missed the rise and fall of his chest when you laid with him like this in days gone by. You laid there now listening to the beating of his heart as though your bodies were designed to fit together, your fingers rubbing circles absentmindedly into his shoulder as you breathed him in; cinnamon laced with a feint musk and the occasional scent of coal tar soap. Unmistakably him.
Your hand traced upwards and he whimpered, closing his eyes in dread as your fingers found the scar at his neck. But you laid your palm over it without flinching and he exhaled in relief. Perhaps you wouldnât find him completely repulsive after all?
âSev?â You whispered softly and he hummed in reply, his breath shaky.
You shifted up, careful not to hurt his aching body, until you were face to face. His eyes held so much in their dark depths - sadness, regret, despair, and yet there was a flicker of hope that flashed momentarily across them when they met yours.
You leant down to press your lips gently to his, feeling the connection youâd missed and craved for so long, familiar yet brand new; it was the Sev you fell in love with, only now he was free of the binds of his past decisions and mistakes. He was free to discover who he truly was and wanted to be. And he was free to love you as he always wished he could.
A single tear trickled down his cheek and he shut his eyes tight.
You pulled your head back only to immediately drop to his neck, burying your face where he still felt so much residual pain, your lips ghosting over the twisted, red skin, soft against the still-healing flesh.
ďżźâI love you,â you whispered against his throat, âI love you, youâre so beautiful, so brave, so strong, so- oh, I love you.â
He cried out a small sob. He had all of you right now, and yet he still needed so much more. He needed to hear those words, to hear that youâd not forgotten him, or worse, began to resent him.
âI love you, Sev, I love you,â you repeated, worshipping his scar like your tenderness might heal the damage, and it would eventually go a long way to it, at least on the inside.
âFuck,â he breathed, in absolute disbelief that you still felt this way. He was so incredibly grateful to have you in his life, but he never imagined it would be this easy for you to love him after everything youâd seen, everything youâd been though.
His little moan sent a rush of familiar heat to your core and tingles creeping from your spine and up your neck. He hadnât meant it to; he was sure it would be a while until you desired him enough to want him like that again, if you ever did.
But, your lips found his once more and you moved your legs to straddle his waist.
âAre you ready for this?â You asked, and another tear rolled down his face. He swallowed a sob and nodded, a watery smile pulling at his lips.
Your gentle affections gave way to heated kisses, a scramble of unfastening buttons, and the slow rolling of your hips against his until he came undone inside you, his tears slowing but not pausing as he shook through his pleasure with you, eyes never moving from yours as your fingers never left his neck.
âI love you,â you said again as you laid together, a tangle of limbs in the wake of your affections, post-orgasm bliss settling over you both in a sleepy, comfortable haze.
âI love you,â he replied, once again feeling your hand rest at his scar.
imagine snape pulling you by your tie until your noses almost touch because heâs pissed off at you but then he realizes he wants to kiss you and struggles to say anything
Wrote a little something for this below cause I love this idea âŹď¸
âHow did you mess up something so simple! I asked you to sort the ingredients in alphabetical order! A child could complete this task!â Snape sneers, gritting his teeth. âCastor oil starts with a âCâ the last time I checked! Perhaps you require an eye exam?â
âI â Iâm sorry! I got distracted!â you sniffle. Of course you were distracted thinking about the smoking hot and mysterious potions master you are apprenticing under, but thatâs neither here nor there.
âWhat on earth could have distracted you! Focus on your work!â Snape steps forward, grabbing onto your tie and pulling you close, so close that the end of his hooked nose brushes against yours. You shudder at the brief contact.
His breath catches in his throat and his gaze softens. Your wide eyes and cowering stance hurt him.
Youâre scared of him.
He doesnât want you to be scared of him. The only thing he can think about right now is how plush and soft your lips look, he wonders how they would feel against his own.
Shit. He wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you so bad. Where are these feelings even coming from? When did they start? He tries to find the words to say, but he canât, his tongue stays glued to the roof of his mouth.
âSir,â you mumble, eyes searching his dark orbs for any indication of forgiveness. âIâm sorry, I truly am. Iâll be more attentive from now on.â
Severusâs grip on your tie loosens, straightening it before his hand falls back to his side. âNo, no. I â Iâm sorry. It was an honest mistake. I overreacted,â he says softly, stepping back and bowing his head a bit. âTake the rest of the night off if you desire. Iâve upset you. I didnât mean to hurt you.â
You slowly walk away from him towards the door. âYou know, for a second there I thought you were going to kiss me,â you say, hand on the doorknob.
Severus takes a deep breath. âI â I thought about it,â he admits, blushing, eyes on the floor.
âI would have let you, ya know, for future reference.â
Severus watches you leave, eyes wide as saucers. Did he really hear you correctly? You want him to kiss you? His fingers run over his lips and then he sprints out the door, cornering you in the hallway.
âI think Iâll take that kiss now, if you donât mind.â
Imagine⌠meeting Severus Snape when he returned home the night Dumbledore was killed
You werenât sleeping when Severus returned late after midnight. You never succeeded to fall asleep without him being home. You got used to him having busy schedule, but this time he hadnât warned heâd be that late. It wasnât like him, and it made you worry. You felt something bad happened, something really bad.
Once you heard the sound of the door open, you started up right away and rushed to the hallway to welcome him back, but you stopped in your tracks, when you saw him on the threshold. The way he looked scared you. He was so grim, so oppressed. Youâve never got to see him like this. An expression of pain and despair on his face made your heart sink.
He didnât look at you. Head low, he was avoiding your gaze.
âSeverus?â you cautiously called out to him, taking a step towards.
He froze, seemingly horrified at the thought of you coming any closer. He turned away.
âGo to bed,â he said dryly. âI beg you, just go.â
But you didnât even think to obey. How could you leave him alone in a moment of such a severe mental distress?
Since the Dark Lord has returned, youâve agreed that you would ask no questions. And you didnât. You just were there for him, ready to give him support and comfort every time he needed it. You knew he was involved in a dangerous game, which wasnât his, which could cost him life. But you kept going, steadfastly enduring long hours of his absence and praying he would come back to you â alive. Let him have secrets, let him hide his affairs, nothing mattered if only he remained safe and sound.
Thereâs been tension between the two of you lately, but you took it patiently. You realized how stressful, how hard it was for him, and you never blamed him. Snape on the other hand was disgusted with the current situation. He hated himself for not being completely honest with you which was the actual reason he got distant. The more guilt he felt, the more estranged he became. But you knew he loved you, against all odds. You never questioned that.
You took another step towards him.
âIâm not leaving,â you said firmly.
You expected him to get angry, to raise his voice, as he did so many times which meant the things were really bad. But he didnât answer. He just passed by.
You were terrified. He did it.
You followed after him into his office.
He stood leaning against the table, his head low. You saw he needed support now, more than ever. But you didnât know what to do, how to approach him without being pushed away.
You hesitantly stepped closer. Your heart was bleeding at the realization of what had happened.
âHeâs gone, isnât he? Albus is gone?â
Your words broke the silence like a thousand of bells. Snape turned around abruptly, and his heavy gaze met yours.
âHow did youâŚâ
âHe told me,â a lump rose up to your throat. There was no doubt left. âSaid youâd have to do it one day.â
Now you felt like youâd betrayed him.
âIâm so sorry, Severus. He asked me not to tell you,â a tear rolled down your cheek. âHe asked me to trust you, not to listen to what others would say about you. But I always trusted you anyway, and I would never turn away, you know it, don't you?â your last words came in barely a whisper. The tears were choking you, you started lacking on air. Â
His nostrils twitched, and he clenched his jaws. The heaviness of his gaze suddenly melted away, replaced by expression of deep remorse and helpless plea. He didnât expect you to know the truth. Taken aback, he looked at you with despair in his eyes, exposed before you, but there was no fear. He was relieved to give himself for your judgement, to put an end to this neverending whirlpool of lies. After what he had done, Snape was sure heâd lose you too, the last of the few who still stayed by his side for some inexplicable reason. But now a spark of hope flashed within his chest, what if you took pity on him, what if you stayed, although he knew he didnât deserve it. But he needed you, needed you so much he was ready to give himself one last chance for a miracle.
Snape stood motionless, looking at you, not daring to say a word. Open before you, miserable and endlessly guilty, he humbly waited for his sentence.
You could no longer hold back, the pain forced the air out of your lungs. The grief of losing a friend mixed with compassion for the man you loved tore your heart apart. Awareness of the horror of what had happened, the tragedy of the situation, which kept him hostage, pressed upon you with severity that you were unable to endure. A hoarse wail escaped your mouth, followed by another. You rushed to Severus while your legs were still holding you, clutched your arms around his neck and wept uncontrollably. His hands gripped your fragile figure, squeezing you tightly, and you felt him shudder. He was crying inconsolably. Face buried in your shoulder, he howled, he screamed, he bellowed.
Your moans merged together in grievous outburst. Having each other was the only thing that kept you from losing your mind over woe and sorrow. Coldness, detachment, loads of unasked and unanswered questions, which stood between you for an eternity, disappeared in an instant you shared his pain, and he shared yours. Yet again he was holding you with fervor and sincerity in his touch, as once long ago, and you accepted him, with all the burden of his deeds, already committed and those that he still had to perform.
His soul was ablaze, consumed by guilt and despair, but there was something that added to the flame, but didnât let it burn to ashes. Gratitude. Gratitude for you staying by his side, for not turning away from him. Gratitude for your selfless love and understanding.
âItâs not your fault, Severus. Donât blame yourself,â you whispered softly, stroking his head when the chaos of emotions settled down. âYouâre my brave hero. Who knows how long it will take before they grasp the sacrifice you and Albus had to make to save the Wizarding world.â
Quiet tears streamed down his cheeks once he heard that word. Why did you call him a hero? Heâs just killed a man!
âIâm a coward,â he stated bitterly. âNot a hero. Never been one.â
âIt takes courage to do what you did, courage that just a few have,â you pulled back a little to look him in the eyes. âYou did everything right, my love. You did everything right.â
Somewhere in the farthest corners of his mind, he realized you might be right, this was the only choice he had, but he couldnât believe you werenât judging him. He didnât expect youâd understand, never hoped you would.
âHow longâs it been that you know?â he spoke uncertainly, as if talking to you could abuse your dignity.
âQuite long.â It hurt you so bad you had to hide the truth from him, but same as Severus, youâve chosen the interest of another over your own, to risk your relationship for the sake of one single chance to save his life.
âIs that why you didnât leave me?â he supposed. Only this explained the fact that you kept tolerating his silence, his estrangement and anger for so long.
âThat is not the only reason. I didnât leave because I love you,â you cupped his face and rested your forehead against his. âYou donât have to hide anymore. I wonât leave you, I wonât turn away. Iâll always be there no matter what happens next. Together we can handle everything.â
He closed his eyes to keep the tears from falling. That very moment he felt your lips softly touch his.
For Severus Snape it will take long to get over the events of that horrible night, he will never fully recover, but he will also remember it as the time when he finally comprehended the depth and power of your immense, boundless love which saved him when heâd fallen, which gave him the strength to rise and the meaning to live on.
Summary: The smell of Amortentia can change over time. And while teaching, Severus notices a difference in his own. Yet the new scent is familiar to him. Where has he smelled it before?
Word Count: 1,028
Warnings: A little light angst
Amortentia was perhaps the potion Severus most disliked. He didnât even know why it was taught to students. To teach them patience and discipline, he supposed, since it took so long to brew. But he was of the opinion that love should not be manufactured, but freely given. Messing with one's heart was asking for trouble. And heâd not known any use of the vile potion to work out well in the end for any of its brewers, nor its victims. Best to keep away from it, and so he did. At least until he had to teach how it was made.
Amortentia's only positive quality, should you ask him, was its scent. It often induced pleasant smells that brought back beautiful memories to whomever deigned to take a whiff, but that aside, it held no other value to him. His had always smelled the same, and the memories attached to it were bittersweet on his best day.
The students were moderately well behaved when class begun, only a stray snide comment and a few snickers at the announcement of brewing the vexing love potion. He could have easily shut it down quickly with a stern word, but he didnât altogether care what their opinions were on the potion itself, only on getting the lesson of its making over with.
As he brewed his own as an example, he felt like he could already smell the familiar scent bubbling up from the cauldron. Yet, as his demonstration progressed, he could have sworn the scent he knew so well had changed. It was subtle at first, lilies changing to another indistinct floral note. Fresh morning dew to vanilla. And tea. The scent of tea was brand new to him, at least where his amortentia was concerned.
He hoped his expression had remained neutral, despite the surprise. Heâd not brewed the potion since last year, and perhaps heâd mistaken an ingredient. Unlike him, but everyone was prone to a slip up now and then, surely. If his face had registered any surprise, thankfully the students thought it best not to question it nor comment upon it, and he was left to his own devices at the end of the class period to figure out what had gone awry.
Heâd checked his method and it was flawless as was expected. So that meant it was the potion itself that had changed its scent. But how, and when. He couldnât fathom the reason for such a change after all these years. It wasnât as if his tastes had changed. How perplexing.
Choosing to relegate the oddity to the back of his mind for the time being, Severus went about his day as was normal for him. Several more classes took up his day, and he remained thankful that only one class was working on the dreaded amortentia this semester. He didnât think he could stand smelling the new fragrance of his own several more times that day.
Somehow, the smell lingered in his nostrils throughout the day, as if it were nagging him. It did smell familiar to him, but heâd been so struck by its difference to what heâd come to expect that he hadnât realized the smell was indeed one he encountered fairly often. Where remained the only question.
He thought of his favorite shop, and the place on the Hogwarts campus that he most enjoyed, though neither of these locations possessed the smell that plagued him so. The people he spent the most time with, and those that he enjoyed the company of were ruled out as well. Minerva was more of an old books and catnip type.
The stern look of frustration mixed with concentration on Severus' face stopped you short as you were en route to pass him in the hallway. It was so terribly unlike him to linger in the halls when students were still passing through. You knew something must have been wrong. "Severus," you softly pressed. You reached your hand out in order to rest it on his shoulder, but instead you hovered, thinking better of it. You felt you were already likely to startle him.
Though he did not jump, he slowly met your eyes, bringing his own out of the middle distance heâd been apparently staring into prior to your arrival. "Are you alright," you asked of him.
"Quite so," he replied. He was not displeased to see you, but you were an unexpected surprise since he hadnât seen you coming. "It has been an odd day is all," he confessed.
You nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile. "We all have those," you reassured, now placing your hand on his shoulder, thinking the reassurance would mean more with the gesture. Youâd definitely had your fair share of days like that, and though it seemed out of place for Severus to have such a day, it stood to reason that he had them just as frequently as you yourself did, he just had a better way of hiding it when he did. Except for today, apparently.
Confident that he wasnât in some form of distress that was unmanageable, you gave him one more soft smile and took your leave, heading for your classroom before your own students wondered what had kept you from arriving on time.
As you left, the small gust of wind in your wake left Severus with that same smell of tea, vanilla and flowers, precisely the way his amortentia now smelled. Eyes widening at the realization, he turned his head in your direction. It had indeed been last year when youâd started teaching at Hogwarts, filling in for a professor who had taken some leave and that was shortly after his last time brewing the potion. In that year, heâd fallen in love with you.
It was the only logical explanation. It was a frightening one to him, the prospect of finding someone again after everything that had happened all those years ago with Lily, but maybe his amortentia did have a use to him. It let him realize his feelings for you. And now it was up to him to decide if it was worth pursuing them.
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