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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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stalker. (2)
orochimaru.
[part 1] part 2
warnings: nsfw, manipulation, degradation, face slapping, overstimulation, oral (fem. receiving), fingering, squirting, hair pulling, pure filth, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. please reblog.
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
neglect.
orochimaru.
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.
"ew Orochimaru is not even hot, how could you even like them. They're so creepy and disgusting"
Meanwhile Orochimaru:
Me: 𤨠y'all hear something?
My Girl(Sannin NSFW headcanons)
word count: 0.9k 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
Severus talking with Lily: My partner must be someone collected and responsible, someone who is smart and I can share knowledge with
Y/N: Hey guys! -runs their shoulder into a wall and curses, then falls bc they havenât tied their shoelaces-
Severus: I want that one
What Echoes Around Us
Severus Snape x Reader
Voldemort is dead.
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
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
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!
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¸
Severus: What an idiot!
Severus: *realizes itâs you*
Severus: Oh, hey! Thatâs my idiot!
For the Greater Good
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.
*Severus and his American girlfriend Severus: hey y/n, can you clean these cauldrons for me? Y/n: yeah no for sure Severus: ... Severus: what?
The Spell You Cast - Severus Snape
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