ok ok inspired by toxic! sirius,, can u give me rough toxic! regulus who slaps you and calls you degrading names?
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Darling - send me a dark theme and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. stalker!au with remus lupin)
this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.
"You dumb little slut," Regulus jeered, your face pressed tight against the glass of the train compartment, "So desperate for cock that you'll take it on the train?"
His breath was hot on your face, his broad form pinning you to the door, the only coverage you had from the other passengers the thin curtain that hung in front of you, "Answer me."
"Yes!" You sobbed, your hips aching as his hands dug into them harshly, "Yes, so desperate." You felt his cock spear you, your thighs held up eagerly so that he reached deeper inside of you.
"Pathetic." Regulus spat, his cock suddenly gone, leaving your pussy gaping and desperate for stimulation, "Get on the floor."
He barely warned you before he let go of your hips, and your shaky thighs struggled to hold you up. You stumbled to your knees, looking up at him pleadingly, "Why?'
"Stupid bitch," Regulus's hand flew across your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation not unlike the one in your cunt, "If you're this desperate for cock you're gonna stuff that dirty mouth of yours with one."
If possible, could you make a Lydia Martin NSFW ABC? Also love your work, amazing.
Aww thank you
Lydia Martin ABC NSFW
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Lydia is the type to make those really fancy bubble baths with scented oils and candles. Just holding each other in silence
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Lydia loves your breasts. She loves the feel of them, how she can just cup them and play.
She likes her lips because she knows she can hypnotize you easily. A few words here, licking of lips there, along with some kisses.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
When she eats you out, she wants it. She wants all of your cum to go down her throat after eating you out.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Lydia wants to try and have a threesome but she's too jealous to let a boy touch you but she's willing to share if it's one of the girls
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Lydia is experienced and is ready to be your teacher if needed.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
She loves sitting on your face, that way she can eat you out as well.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Nope, it's serious business with Miss Martin.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
she definitely has a landing patch down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Lydia wants every moment to be memorable, she wants you to know she loves you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whining at the feeling of vibrations, Lydia uses her other hand to grasp her breasts as she closes her eyes and thinks of how wet you were a few nights ago.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Lydia has a ma'am/miss kink
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Her bedroom, it's private
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Sass and any situation where she feels jealous
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Lydia would not like to have public sex or recording while doing it. It's a private moment she wants to spend with only you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She prefers giving.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I’d say it’ll depend on the situation
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She enjoys them but won't do it often
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, it'll depend
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
She can last three rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Lydia has a few tricks up her sleeve in her drawer
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She’s not the teaser in the relationship, it’s you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She’s super loud ( she is a banshee)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The most you two have cum was four times by scissoring
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
She's skinny with perky breasts
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I'd say yours would be higher than hers (she's hot look at her)
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You and her would stay up a little longer just talking and giggling
You began babysitting for James Potter last summer.
At the time you had a part time job at a local daycare where his son, Harry, attended. Harry was a cute little boy who was glued to your side as soon as you’d met him. You didn’t know why he had quickly become so attached to you, but you couldn’t say you minded. The toddler wore big circular glasses and had a mop of messy curls atop him head. He looked wildly like his father, who always came bursting through the door with a similar smile to his son, hoisting him over his shoulder and greeting you charmingly.
You’d blushed the first time, feeling heat rise to your face as he gave you a sly grin with the giggling toddler thrown over his shoulder. You gave James a quick rundown of his sons day and he proudly boasted.
The cycle continued for the following months, with Harry growing attached to you more and more as time passed. By the time summer came along you weren’t necessarily surprised when James asked you to nanny Harry full time. The answer was obvious. Of course you’d do it, not only were you fond of the child, but his father was easy on the eyes and seemed to be just as interested in you as you were in him. He’d often leave little gifts on the counter for you, generous tips on your paychecks, invite you to social gatherings, the list went on.
Though what you didn’t expect was to find the nanny cam served more purpose than keeping an eye on his son.
The collection of saved videos of you fucking yourself silly in his bedroom should have made you uneasy. They should’ve scared you away. But they didn’t. They excited you.
You’d bring your various sex toys and scandalous lingerie with you for your overnight shifts and make your way into his bedroom, putting on a show for him to enjoy. Your fuck yourself on your favorite dildo in front of his full length, expensive mirror, hands grasping your pretty tits as you came over and over again, making sure to moan his name as you did so.
The day he’d asked to meet you made you feel like you had certainly crossed a line. You had went too far, he wasn’t really interested in you, you misread the situation.
No, you certainly did not.
James fucked into you with fervor. He pulled your hair, causing your back to painfully arch.
“Such a fucking slut, hm? Fucking your dirty cunt in my room, thinking about me.”
You moaned, dumbly nodding. You were too fucked out to respond.
“Now y’getting what you wanted. My cock in your filthy pussy. Feel as good as you thought? Y’cunt is squeezing me so tight, I bet you’ve never felt this good.”
He was right, you hadn’t.
It became a common occurrence now. James would fuck you any chance he had, taking you anywhere he could.
Hi daisy! Im here to vent rn. Have you heard about the Junko Furuta case? Now i am LITERALLY traumatized... horrible things they did... anyway! How are you doing?
Other than losing my mind over this case, I'm doing okay :') i've got the day off today so that's nice!
about the case - this is about a pretty gory, traumatizing murder case, if it's gonna bother you don't click keep reading
at first i thought this was a different case, but i googled it just in case, and it wasn't the one i was thinking of. when i tell you i am sick. raped 500 times?? by over 100 people?? fucking sick. and then, after they poured lighter fluid on her and lit her on fire and after they starved her and after they gang raped her and after they did all of these horrible horrible things to her, they were 'afraid to be charged with murder'?? what also got me was that it was mentioned several times that they bragged about raping her. rape is a vile enough act on it's own, but to then boast about it like she was a trophy you won? disgusting behavior, that's something that can't be fixed. also, those boys all had criminal records, including rape, and they were all 16-18!! the fact that they'd (hopefully) already served time for their past crimes and were back on the streets fast enough to do this to her is chilling. and that her grave was vandalized by one of the rapists's moms? for 'ruining her son's life'? what kind of person do you have to be to know full well that your son is sexually assaulting women to their death and blame it on the woman?
also. let's talk about their sentences? I scrolled to the bottom of that page fully expecting 'life sentence' and i fucking see 3-4 years? no. no, absolutely not. those boys were vile, you don't do that to someone and then get a slap on the wrist and change forever. they should never have been put back on the streets, and one of them ended up murdering someone again only a few years after he was released! is that any fucking surprise??
god, everything about this case made me so fucking disgusted, I can't put it into words. fuck those boys, Junko Furuta deserved the longest, happiest life, and I can only hope that she's in a better place now. I'm not very religious, I don't have a strong grasp on any religious concepts so I do not say this lightly, all of the men who were involved in her case deserve to rot in hell. I hope they're miserable for the rest of their pathetic lives and well into their hopeless afterlives.
I think about it the same way. What were thise boys thinking? Those men too! Did they think like "oh yesss... she'll enjoy it" well guess what! She didn't!
I can't imagine the pain she was in. And to think those "men" are all in their 30's and out by now! Everyone said the grneration before us was better, not like ours. Tell me someone who is NOW in their teen years to have done something like that. Also, have you read the Sylvia Likens case? That was horrible too.
Request: Hello, it’s ME , the person who gives you asks for oneshots abt characters that you might be uncomfortable writing abt (sorry if that is true) or characters you’ve never written for. Either way I would LOVE to request a Rabastan Lestrange smut where the reader is the fav child in the house of Black and he met her trough Bella (sisters) and like- her and Sirius sing Take me to church and everyone thinks it’s religious and only Rabastan understands the meaning if it and you can do the time skip what happens then and all that and then they have the reader’s first time and after she gets used to his size he fucks her roughly and all!! Hope you have a great day and sorry this was SO long ugh
Pairings: Rabastan Lestrange x Reader
Rating: M- smut
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“I think I’m wasting my time.”
Rabastan said darkly over a shot of fire whiskey. Rodolphus glanced over his brother’s shoulder with a frown. It didn’t take Rodolphus long to figure out what Rabastan was talking about.
“I wish you would just man up and talk to Y/n. I have already told you that the Blacks would be fine with an arrangement between the two of you. Bella is all for it and you know how psycho she is over her younger sister.”
It was no secret to anyone that Druella and Cygnus were more protective over you than any of their other children. You were their baby…their little crowning jewel. In many people’s minds, Cygnus would never allow his favorite to go to anyone who he didn’t consider worthy. Cygnus’ definition of worthy was far above any man in this room.
“Like Cygnus would agree to it. They only agreed to let you marry Bellatrix so she would stop throwing herself like a cheap piece of meat after Tom Riddle.”
Rodolphus frowned at Rabastan’s cold comment.
“Thanks for the reminder. I don’t know why I am bothering trying to help you. Talk to her or don’t. Let some other pureblood man marry her…the choice is yours.”
“The Gangster and The Showgirl” – Jack Nelson x Reader
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SUMMARY: You are a showgirl in one of Jack’s favorite clubs. Not only a showgirl but also a leading star of the whole vaudeville. You aren’t the most talented one there but you are Jack’s girl and everybody knows that.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THAT MAN IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE 😱 This fic is dedicated to the lovely @peakyblinded and it’s very special because she doesn’t read fanfics in general but she told me she would read Jack’s smut. So here we are. At first it wasn’t supposed to be a smut story at all but after hearing such words I was like #challenge accepted. I’ll probably write more for him, let’s be real… 🤣 Big thanks to @bonniesgoldengirl for being my beta reader and for supporting my new fictional marriage. 😘 Yes, the title is based on the movie “The Prince and The Showgirl”. 😛
CONTAINS: dom Jack, oral sex, liiiiittle bit of spanking, possessive Jack 👀
warning: implications of smut, sexual tension, kinda fluff at some points, a lot of angst (sorry abt this-), swearing, character deaths, sad shit.
summary: after getting to know regulus black better, you can no longer deny your feelings for him. he has you completely hooked, you’re his and he is yours. always and forever. however, you soon come to terms with the fact that the future you had longed for is no more. after all, this isn’t a fairy tale and you’re no princess with a prince charming.
word count: 6.8k +/- (she’s lengthy lol)
a/n: seeing as a part 2 was wanted :’) y’all… i’m so sorry for this but i got carried away- pls forgive me… (ngl, kinda cried at one point-)
Hiiii! Is there gonna be a part 2 of "Off Limits"? If so, cab you tag me?
hiii :) yes i am doing a part 2 and i will gladly tag you! i've just posted a little update if you want to check that out? you don't have to but if you wanted a little bit of information it might help.
anyone else wanting to be tagged can ask either directly or through the “Off Limits” post. (you don't have to obviously 🌝)
“Can you sit nice and still for me, bunny?” James hummed as he pushed your legs further open around his head.
You whimpered and nodded.
James however wasn’t too satisfied with your non-verbal response— “As much as I love to hear your pathetic whimpers, I’d prefer to hear your pretty words.”.
“Yes Jamie, I’ll sit still for you.”.
“Good little pet.” His tongue dove straight down to lick a long stripe through the folds of your pussy.
A loud wavering moan spilled off your tongue at the heavenly feeling of James tongue lapping deliciously at your folds.
Your back arched off the bed when James brought a finger to stroke your clit.
“S’that feel good, pretty girl?”
You nodded desperately— clawing at the roots of his hair.
“So so good, Jamie. Don’t stop.” Your hips bucked up towards his hand in an attempt to draw his mouth back to your pussy.
He laughed but allowed the vibrations to hit your clit in the most perfect way.
James dove his fingers into your sopping wet hole, pumping them ferociously while his mouth continued sucking your nub.
A coil tightened in your stomach but just before it snapped, he pulled his mouth away from your clit, stilling his fingers inside you.
The loss of pleasure drew a loud, leading whine from your lips.
“I want to spoil you, princess. But first you need to ask.” His own lips formed a pout.
“Please may I cum, Jamie?” You asked, batting the water off your lashes.
“You may, my good girl.” He praised, returning to his torment on your clit and beginning to pump his fingers again.
Your coil tightened once again and you soon release all over James’s mouth and fingers.
Your eyes sealed shut and your mouth hung opened as your orgasm washed over you.
“Merry Christmas, Petal.” James kissed down your neck.
Summary: What happens when Snape falls in love with a 7th year student at hogwarts just 5 years after the death of his first love. What will happen when she discovers the darkest sides of him and brings up trauma from her own past. Will she stay with him despite what she learns? Reader is of age.
Warnings: she/her pronouns. Mentions of eating.
Word count: 2,600
Tag list: Open. Please send an ask when you want to be added to a tag list because it gets lost sometimes. Thank you 🤎
authors note: hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading, this chapter has takens me months to write because this story is my baby. I hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I have enjoyed writting it. I really enjoy the softer side of Snape when he is with the people he loves and I have a fun time writting it and I hope you all enjoy it as well.
Story notes: Y/F/N: your full name
Y/N/N: your nick name
Y/F/N was one of the brightest students of her year and she never let it show, often getting high marks In her O.W.L.s and her N.E.W.T.s. She was quiet about her genius, took her high marks, and stayed quiet just trying to get by till graduation. She had one friend Edith Carrington. She met Edith in her first year at Hogwarts, in the girls' dormitory. She saw that y/n had one of her favorite books. After that Edith made it a point to become Y/n’s friend. It was hard making friends in Slytherin.
She was in her sixth year when her Advanced Potions Professor started to take an interest in her. He’d watch her intently as she followed the textbook and scribbled down notes. Since her first year, she always sat quietly at the back of the class and never felt the need to answer questions when she knew the answer. He would occasionally call on her to answer and would reward Slytherin with points. She usually had class with Gryffindors and the fact that Professor snape always called on her to answer made every Gryffindor she had a class with hate her.
Finally, in her seventh year, she decided to ask Professor Snape why he always picked on her to answer. And he simply responded with,” you know the answers don’t you.”
“I do but that’s beside the point. You’ve caused everyone I’ve had a class with not to like me-“
“I didn’t know popularity was of such importance to you.”
“It”s not.” And with that, she had nothing left to say.
“I’ll see you in the next class Ms.Y/l/n.”
“Bye professor.” And with that, she left.
It’s not that she was scared of Snape it was just that she didn’t argue, it seldom ended well when she did.
Time went on and Christmas break came around and while most of the students left home she preferred to stay at Hogwarts. Her friend Edith went home every year but y/n stayed. She would wander the halls or study in the library. Go on long walks through the forest or in Hogsmeade. It depended on what mood she was in.
Late one night she was caught by Snape walking from the library.
“Where are you coming from this late?”
“The Library sir.”
“I assume you're walking back to the Slytherin girls dormitory.”
“Yes sir.”
“I shall walk you there then. Why haven’t you gone home for the holidays like your friend Ms.Carrington has?” They began walking towards Slytherin's common room and dormitories when Snape started to converse with her.
“I prefer Hogwarts to home around the holidays. I like the emptiness of it, I like being able to wander where I want freely.”
“Where is your favorite place to wander.”
“The forest and Hogsmeade.”
“Hmm.”
“Why do you stay, do you not have family to go home to.”
“My life outside Hogwarts does not concern you.”
“Sorry Professor.” Y/n wanted to know everything about him. His life outside Hogwarts, what was he like at her age, was he secretly married.
“Hmm, it appears we are here. Try not to wander late at night anymore y/n.”
“I won't Professor, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
She went to bed so confused, in the seven years she’s been at Hogwarts, Snape has never shown an interest in her. Why now?
When the students returned after the holiday Y/n did everything she could to get professor Snape to talk to her. When called on in class she acted as if she didn’t know the answer just to get him to give her detention.
“What is the brewing time of veritaserum Ms.Y/l/n?”
“I don’t know.”
“Answer the question Ms.Y/l/n or I will give you a months worth of detention.”
“I don’t know.” She spoke just as coldly as him.
“I shall see you tonight for detention Ms.Y/l/n.” He didn’t understand why his favorite student was misbehaving like this. She was always so perfect in his classes.
After classes and before dinner she made her way to the dungeons to the potions classroom. She knocked on the door.
“Enter.” She walked in and Snape was sat at his desk,” have a seat Ms.Y/l/n.” Y/n took the seat in front of him.” why do you feel the need to suddenly become defiant in class.
“I genuinely didn’t know the answer, sir.”
“Do not lie to me Y/n. I’m well aware that you know exactly how to brew veritaserum, given that your paper on potion proved your extensive knowledge of the potion. As long as you continue to act like an imbecile you will be here every night before dinner. Now clean all the cauldrons.”
“Yes sir.” Y/n spent hours cleaning cauldrons. Once done she went to the kitchens and asked the house elves to prepare her a plate and sat and ate in the kitchens.
The next day of detention went a bit differently.
“You're going to brew veritaserum, when it is finished your detention will be over. Don’t think about messing it up or else you will have detention every day until you can make a proper vile.”
“Yes Professor.” She gathered the ingredients she would need for the potion and began to brew it, occasionally stealing a glance at her Professor sat at his desk.” She had always found him attractive even in her earlier years. She had to work so hard to not sit there and stare at him. After an hour in detention, she was allowed to leave.
“See you, tomorrow Professor.”
“Bye Y/n”
1 month later; February
The rest of the month continued like this. Y/n would ask questions occasionally trying to get to know Severus. She learned a few things about him, but he only gave short answers, never revealing too much. After the 28 days, it took to brew the potion was finished Professor Snape bottled it for her.
“Here you are, one vile of veritaserum.” He said handing her the vile.
“Why are you giving it to me.”
“You brewed it. Did you not?”
“Yes. I did.”
“Then stop talking back and take it before I regret my decision.”
“Thank you, Professor.” Good girl, he thought to himself.
Y/n carried on as she usually does but this time after class she stayed behind to ask her Professor a question.
“Professor Snape, could I ask you something.”
“If you must.”
“I enjoyed brewing the potion after class and was wondering if I could be your apprentice or assistant of some sort.”
“You enjoy detention?”
“I suppose, in a way, yes.”
“You will come here for your first and second break and spend one hour every day before dinner here and you will be available on the weekend if I shall need you. Understood?”
“Yes Professor, Thank you.”
Professor Snape had her cleaning cauldrons and organizing potion ingredients more than anything. When she had a break he had class and she would help him with the current class he was teaching and would clean up after them and prepare for the next class. Through all this, they would talk occasionally. And Severus would learn y/n is quite pleasant to have around. After she was done with what he needed one afternoon he offered her a cup of tea and they sat talking.
“Were all the same Professors here when you were a student?”
“Mostly yes, except for the defense against the dark arts teacher that never sticks around and I of course. The potions professor was Cornelius Slughorn when I was a student.”
They continued chatting until dinner and he walked her to the great hall to eat when Edith noticed they arrived together.
“What’s going on with you and Snape?” She questioned.
“Nothing, I’ve started volunteering in his potions room. It kills time.”
“Why are you suddenly so fascinated by potions?”
“I’ve always been good at the subject for one and second like I said it kills time and third it looks good when applying for jobs.”
“Not because you have a thing for Professor Snape.”
“No. Not the reason.”
“If you say so, Mrs.Snape.”
Nobody understood how she and Professor Snape got along. Or how you two had things to talk about.
Y/n went to sleep that night after showering and thinking to herself Y/n Snape does have a nice ring to it. It was driving her crazy, he consumed her every thought. She threw herself into her schoolwork to drown out her thoughts of him.
She woke up the next morning and got dressed and put on some light makeup. She wore black tights and a black skirt with her grey Slytherin sweater vest over her white button-up shirt. She went down to the great hall to have coffee as she read her book. She always read better with noise. Edith was on the quidditch team and was talking with two other people from the Slytherin quidditch team.
“Hey y/n/n.”
“Hi, Osmond.”
“What book you reading now?”
“It’s a muggle book. To Kill a Mockingbird.”
“Why would you wanna learn how to kill a bird?”
“No it’s not-. Never mind.” Y/n could recognize when her time was about to be wasted.
“You wanna go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend.”
“No thank you, Osmond.”
“Oh okay, will you be at the game this weekend?” Osmond is the Slytherin team seeker, most of the Slytherin girls find him attractive but that’s all he is, surface level, no intelligence.
“Yes, to watch Edith.”
“What is she, your girlfriend?” He laughed.
“Yes, Osmond the only reason I wouldn’t be interested in you would have to be the fact that I’m a lesbian.” Osmond scoffed and walked away with his ego bruised and Y/n carried on to eating and reading.
After she finished eating she went on with her day, as usual, she and Professor Snape only really talk in the evening when she helps him after his classes.
“Good evening Professor Snape.” She said as she walked into the potions classroom.
“Come here. You're going to brew sleeping drought.”
“Yes Professor.” Y/n went to the potion store next room over and got the ingredients for sleeping drought. When she arrived with the ingredients and began preparing the sleeping drought Professor Snape began talking to her.
“I saw you were annoyed with Osmond Linwood.”
“Yes, I was reading a muggle book, to Kill a Mockingbird, when he walked up and asked why I would like to learn how to kill a mockingbird.”
“Imbecile.”
“Yes, he is. Far from burdened with the curse of intelligence.”
“What else was he talking to you about.”
“Oh yes, he wanted to know if I would be at the upcoming quidditch game and if I wanted to go to Hogsmead with him this weekend. I said yes, to watch Edith and that I was too busy to go to Hogsmead. He wasn’t too happy about that. Oh well, I don’t really care for him. Will you be there?”
“Yes, I sit with Professor McGonagall at the Gryffindor booth.” Please get the hint he thought to himself.
“I usually sit by myself at the Slytherin booth.”
“Hmm.” And he went back to grading assignments and Y/n continued brewing sleeping drought.
The weekend came around slower than Y/n would have liked but at last, it was finally here. She got dressed in a brown knit sweater and black overalls. She also grabbed a black coat if she got cold and she tied her back into a messy bun. She made her way to the quidditch pitch and thought about what Professor Snape said. Does he want me to sit with him? She thought to herself, of course, he does, because why else would he be so specific about where he sits. Before she knew it she was at the Gryffindor booth and was climbing up the stairs. When she got to the top she saw Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall talking. She made her way to them when McGonagall saw her and called her over.
“Oh! Y/n! Come here, come sit with Professor Snape and me.” She turned to Snape and said,” such a bright young which, best I’ve I had the honor of teaching in a while, is she still your apprentice Severus?”
“Yes, she is.”
“Go sit next Professor Snape darling.” She told Y/n. Once she was seated next to Snape Professor McGonagall began asking her questions about how she was liking working so closely with Snape.
“It's wonderful really, I’ve learned a lot.”
“That’s good to hear. And how are you keeping up with the rest of your studies, I know you're doing fantastic in my class but how are the others?”
“Thank you, I’m getting by just fine actually.”
“Leave the poor girl alone Professor, she has enough during the week without talking about it on the weekend,” Snape spoke up for her.
“I suppose.” She didn’t like that Professor Snape did that.
Y/n sat through the rest of the game with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall and watched the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, she paid close attention to Edith. Edith was a chaser for the Slytherin team. Y/n gasped and her eyes widen as she stood from her seat when Edith was nearly knocked off of her broom by the Raven claw chaser when she went to throw the quaffle to the other chaser on her team. She felt Snape gently grab her left hand and she turned around, her eyes met his and they told her to sit down. She sat back down and he let go of her hand and whispered in her ear, “your friends will be alright.” She nodded her head yes and paid close attention to the rest of the game. Once the game was over she finally felt like she could breathe again. With all the commotion going on Snape leaned down to Y/n ear and asked,” would you like to come back to my office for a cup of tea?” She nodded her head yes once more and followed him to the potions classroom. They didn’t speak at all until they were alone in the room.
“You seem to care a lot about your friend.” He spoke first.
“Oh yes, Edith. She's my only friend really and if something happened to her I would just feel terrible.”
“You don’t have anyone else in the entire school?”
“Just Edith. Well, I hope I can say you as well, Professor.” She said the last part slightly unsure of herself.
“Yes, you can y/n.” They sat in silence drinking tea until y/n spoke first.
“I must get going now, Edith will be looking for me.” She gathered her coat and went to walk to the door when Snape grabbed her hand once more. “I’ll see you Monday.”
“Are you sure? I can come back tomorrow.” She said leaving her hand in his.
“It’s fine, I’ll see you Monday.” He let go of her hand and y/n continued walking to the door.
“Bye Professor.”
“Bye Y/n.” When she walked out the door it pained Severus. It pained him to say goodbye to her every day. He wanted nothing more than to simply enjoy her company in his living quarters and drink tea and listen to her talk and giggle for the rest of the evening. To keep her to himself. To hold her and never let go. He had to be careful of these feelings. It could cost him his whole career. But who’s to say if she would want him. If she did want him, would she after finding out the truth about him and everything he knows?
Summary: Y/n Snape is in her 6th year when her Dad Severus Snapes’ childhood bully breaks out of Azkaban and the other starts to work at Hogwarts. Will her feelings for Professor Lupin change over time? Or will she stay mad at him in defense of her dad? Nothing NSFW until reader is of age.
Warnings: Slight angst. Minor swearing.Proofread but might still have some minor errors. Eating.
Word count: 2,098
Tag List: Open 🤎
authors note: Thank you all of you for being so patient waiting for the next chapter, I greatly apreciate it given the fact that it did take me a month to write. I have been working on a severus x student fic on the side. I spend alot of time researching for these stories and I often tend to hyperfixate on whatever new idea pops into my head. Any way, I hope you all enjoy reading this new chapter.
1 week later
Y/n woke up and had her coffee and read a book that morning. After finishing her coffee she got dressed for class and said bye to her father and made her way to DADA. When she arrived she sat with her friend Lucy at their table and took notes while Professor Lupin went over banshees. After class Professor Lupin asked to talk to her, she made her way to his desk as students left.
“Yes Professor.”
“Hello Y/n, I wanted to thank you for the healing potion. It really helped speed along my recovery.”
“I’m glad it helped. It seems my father didn’t hold back on assigning papers.” She said pointing to the stack of parchments on the desk. And then noticed the top parchment, defense against werewolves: Hermione Granger.
“I had no idea he would do that. I’m so sorry Professor Lupin.”
“Yes, it seems that’s what he’s decided to include in the lessons while I was gone. Nothing to worry about, I’m not going to grade them.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Throw them away and move on.”
“That’s very big of you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Most people would try and get even.”
“I don’t know how much you know but-“
“I know everything, I know about how your friends bullied him. I know what happened at the tree by the lake that one day.”
“Then you understand this is your father getting even with me and I shall accept it.”
“I understand.”
“It plagues my mind that I never stood up for him.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was scared that I would lose the only friends I had. The new of my condition and yet they still excepted me and wanted to be my friend.”
“It must have been hard for you during the first war.”
“You should go on now before you miss your next class. I could write you a note explaining your tardiness because of me.”
“I have a break right now.”
“oh.” Lupin wasn't typically one to be rendered speechless.
“Unless you would like me to leave, I could.”
“Would you like a cup of tea.”
“Yes please.”
They walked up the stairs of the DADA room and there was a table with two chairs. Y/n sat at the table in one of the chairs and Lupin continued speaking.
“I wasn’t aware we had a break at the same time. Where do you usually spend yours?”
“Neither was I. I’m either in my fathers' classroom or the library. What do you do with your break?”
“I walk around the castle sometimes, get some grading done in between classes, prepare for the next class. Or sit and have a cup of tea. Is your father going to wonder where you are and be upset?”
“No, he’ll assume I’m in the library. And my father upset with me? He’s never upset with me.” She said amused. “One time as a child I ripped out all daisies from the garden and covered the house in them and he flicked his wand around and made a daisy flower crown for me and made the daisy’s into a daisy rug and the dirt and grass just vanished. He just made the daisy’s around the house look a lot nicer than what I did with dead flowers dirt and grass.” Remus stayed quiet so Y/n continued.
“My father doesn’t treat me the same as the rest of the students and so I think it amazes people that I enjoy being with him.”
“I’m not going to lie, it did surprise me when I heard your father had a child. I had heard shortly after graduation that Severus had a daughter.” And then he paused for a noticeable amount of time.
“What was your first reaction? The poor thing stuck with him as a father? It’s okay, to be honest. I won’t be upset.” He stayed quiet.
“It’s your silence that gives you away.” And she was right.
“I suppose you are right. I apologize.”
“No need. As I said, I’m not bothered.”
“To answer, yes I did in a way feel sorry for the girl, that I now know is you. I was clearly wrong.”
“Everyone has their assumptions.” They sat there talking the rest of the break until it was time for Y/n to go to her next class.
“so what other books do you like to read,” he asked as he walked her to the door.
“muggle books mainly. Have you read Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier?”
“I can't say I have.”
“It’s often compared to Jane Eyre.”
“Ah, I see. I’ve read that one before.”
“Goodbye professor. See you next week.”
“Have a good day Y/n.” She walked away and could feel his eyes still on her. She turned around and waved goodbye to him and he waved back. the entirety in divination she couldn’t stop thinking about. Well, more the entire day she couldn’t stop thinking of him. When she was done with her classes for the day she walked to her fathers' potions classroom to help her father with his remaining classes.
“Y/n darling where were you earlier.”
“I decided to go to the library this time.”
“oh, I see.”
“Don't worry, it’s not going to be an everyday thing.”
“I wouldn't mind if it was.”
“yes you would, you would absolutely miss me.”
“on the contrary.”
“Oh don’t act like that. You love me way too much to not miss me.”
“I truly won't miss the large amounts of clothes left on the floor in the mornings.”
“hmm.”
“look who has decided to stop her insistent remarks.”
“ya ya. What do you need me to do.”
“Put the cauldrons on the tables.”
“Yes Sir.” She said making her voice deeper and made her way to the cauldrons. She continued assisting her father for the remainder of his classes. At dinner time they walked to the great hall together. Y/n sat with Lucy and her father continued up to the staff table where he sat next to Professor McGonagall. The Minute she sat she continued to catch herself glancing at the defense against the dark arts professor more than once. Occasionally she would catch him looking her way and a blush would creep its way to her cheeks. She barely touched her food unable to focus on anything other than her thoughts. Even after dinner, her conscious kept her distracted with thoughts of Lupin and how her thoughts of him were such a betrayal to her father who raised her on his own and kept her safe, and here she was catching feelings for the lycan. She took a sleeping drought to help her sleep that night. If it wasn’t for the potion she might not have slept.
The next morning
She woke the next morning to her father still asleep. She looked over at the clock on the bedside table at 5:02. She opted to stay up instead of going back to sleep knowing she would be tired for the rest of the day if she were to go back to sleep and wake two hours later. She started the coffee pot and began to heat up a leftover chocolate muffin. Once the coffee was finished she sat at the table by herself thinking of a way to avoid Lupin. Surely if she stopped their little chats she would be able to vanquish her feelings. She sat for an hour thinking of ways to avoid lupin but one issue was, she still had a class with him on Mondays. “I need to get over this stupid school girl crush,” she kept thinking to herself as she sipped on her coffee and continued eating her muffin. She decided to grab a book while she sat at the table. 6 o'clock rolled around and her father began to wake. He sat up in his bed and looked over to her bed and saw she wasn’t in it. That's when Y/n had decided to announce herself.
“Coffee is on the counter if you would like a cup.”
“I’ll have one in a minute. What are you doing up so early?”
“I’ve been up since 5 because I had that stupid sleeping draught last night and you know how it always makes me wake up early, well anyway. I forgot that and took it anyway because my stupid head would not shut up. “
“You went to bed quite early last night as well. Is everything all right?”
“Everything is fine.”
“hmm. Shall I bring us a plate from the kitchen?”
“I’m alright, thank you. Although, would you mind if I start having dinners in here instead of out there?”
“No, I don’t mind at all. Are you sure everything is alright?”
“I’m certain and if something were wrong I would tell you.”
“Alright then.”
Severus sat and drank his coffee and read the daily Prophet while y/n began a new book. She continued her day as usual avoiding Lupin at all cost. Breaks in her fathers' classroom and eating in their shared living quarters at mealtimes. She continued like this for the rest of the week.
1 week later
Monday came around faster than Y/n would have liked. She would have no choice but to see Lupin that day. When she arrived at his classroom that morning butterflies filled her stomach when she saw him leaning against his desk watching the student walk in and take their seats. She sat there mesmerized by him. She hadn’t noticed she was staring until he was in front of her and said,” Is everything all right y/n?”
“Everything is fine professor.”
“I see your friend isn’t in class today.”
“Yeah, she must have caught a cold or something, I'm gonna check on her after class.”
“That's very kind of you.” he walked away and began talking to the rest of the class about today's lesson but y/n was having a hard time paying attention to the lesson still stuck on their small conversation. she sat and jotted down whatever she got from the lesson. The class was over before she knew it as she packed her bag and went to leave Professor Lupin called her over.
“Y/n, would you mind staying behind?”
“no, not at all.” She walked over to his desk where he was leaning on it as he had at the begging of class. Once all the students were gone he began to speak.
“I was wondering why I haven't seen you around at all last week.”
“Yes, I was busy with school work. I got in an argument with Professor Trelawney so I had to write five parchments worth about the origins of astrology. Really screwed myself over with that one.”
“Do you often get in arguments with your Professors?”
“Just her.” She answered defensively.
“I see, and your father doesn’t have an issue with this?”
“No. I have to go. Bye Professor.” She said and walked away. All sorts of thoughts ran through her head. Who was he to question me like that? Who does he think he is my father? I have a father thank you very much. These thoughts raced through her head as she made her way down to the dungeons and into her fathers' potions classroom.
“Who the hell does he think he is to talk to me like that.”
“Language and what happened.”
“Stupid Lupin. Want to lecture me like he’s my father. Idiot, I have one obviously.”
“Why was he lecturing you?”
“Asked why I haven’t been around I said it was because of that paper Trelawney made me write and he starts to get ready to lecture me about the way I talk to my professors.”
“Shall I talk to him?”
“Don't. Please, the last thing I need is my father coming in to defend me.”
“I won’t say anything then.”
“Thank you.”
“Does this mean you're going to continue to eat by yourself in the room then?”
“Possibly.”
“I wasn’t going to question it last week but I have to ask darling. Why aren't you eating in the great hall anymore.”
“To crowded. Plus I feel like everyone is watching me. You know how I am sometimes.”
“I suppose I do.” He said knowing y/n does often get in those “moods” sometimes where she wants to be alone. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was Lupin that put her in this particular mood this time.
“I’ll go to the kitchens and get my own plate. Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Certain.”
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Authors note: This is what I picture when I think of Snape having a daughter. Let me know your thoughts in the comments about “look” specific characters.
Like I have a feeling that he’s be the kinda guy to do like praise/degradation where he never calls you mean names but he says things teasingly like “aw look how pathetic you are for me, needy little puppy,” and would overstim u till u cry
hello, this is very late as well as probably very bad since i took like 2 months off writing. here you go though, i hope this is good and i didn't let you down because i wrote this very quickly as to finally post something <3
warnings: degradation, master kink, puppy kink, overstimulation, fingering, dom!remus, sub!reader, female!reader
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“C’mere pup.”
Remus gestured towards his lap. You were only five feet away from him but he was treating it as if you were metres away. You knew the gesture all too well. Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow expectedly and you squirmed under his hard gaze. All you were wearing was some skimpy lingerie underneath the oversized shirt that was his. Remus loved the way you looked in his clothes and had insisted you wear them whenever you could.
“Puppy I said come here.”
There was a harsh tone to his voice and you whimpered at the dominance that leaked from the words. You crawled over finally and plopped down on his lap just how he liked. Remus gave you a grin. His fingers began to travel up your thighs and under the shirt. Your heart stammered in your chest and you gulped. You were used to your boyfriend touching you but every single time seemed to be like the first and you couldn’t help yourself with the excitement that would zing through your body. Remus played with a strand of our hair as he hummed a tune that you couldn’t recognise.
The two of you were in the safety of his dorm so there would be no interruptions. It was close to the full moon and whenever it was close you knew that your boyfriend had a primal instinct to fill you up with nothing but his cum. He would fuck you stupid for hours into dawn. You never complained because you loved the feeling, loved the way his cum dripped out of your swollen hole afterwards. So you knew better than to disobey him right now. A reward would be given to good puppies.
Remus traced circled on your bare thighs. The rough pads of his fingers made you feel more sensitive and you bit your bottom lip. Your hands found themselves on his chest as you felt yourself soak your own underwear. Remus kissed your neck. He made his way up slowly and gently, never missing a spot of your skin. He wanted to ravage every part of you.
“Sweet baby.” He whispered in your ear as he gave it a kiss. You gasped as he slipped his fingers into your underwear suddenly. “Such a pretty girl. You love this don’t you?” His fingers rubbed against your clit and you released a moan. The warmth that spread through your body was simply delectable and you sighed into his chest. Remus watched you intently. He loved every single movement, every single reaction.
“Rem more please.” You bucked your hips, grinding them on his hand. Your boyfriend slapped your pussy and you saw the way his eyes darkened.
“Fucking slut.” He spat venom in his tone. “Take what I give you or have nothing at all, do you understand me?” You nodded your head quickly. “I said, do you understand me?”
“Yes Master.”
The title came rolling off your tongue easily and you saw the way it pleased him, felt the way his cock hardened underneath you. His fingers plunged into you suddenly and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning lewdly. He didn't hesitate to thrust them in and out quickly, not caring how you felt. Your hips moved in synchronisation with his thrusts, matching the tempo he was going at but you soon failed to catch up.
Remus was getting quicker and you felt your body tense up from the sheer force. He added another finger, stretching out your pussy. He teased your hole, fingers massaging the inside of your velvet walls. You whimpered and squirmed, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the overwhelming sensation of being pleasured. The only thing on your mind was Remus and how he made you feel so good.
“You’re fucking pathetic.” He growled, pupils now black and filled with lust. “You’re such a fucking whore, always begging for more aren’t you? Can never get enough, Look at you already dripping from my fingers. Wonder what it's gonna be with my cock.”
He pressed his hips against yours and you felt the bulge. You looked into his eyes, pleading for more. Remus ignored your cries for your release. He curled his fingers and pistoned them in and out of you. Every single action that he inflicted upon you rendered your body senseless and it gave you such a euphoric feeling that you couldn’t help but collapse against his chest.
“Please please please.” You begged as you felt your pussy clamp down on his fingers, body vying for your release. You needed to cum. Your orgasm was so close and all you needed was to finish around his fingers. “Master please.”
No matter how much you begged though, Remus didn’t give in. He smirked, brown hair falling in his eyes.
“Aww poor Y/n can’t take it.” He pinched your clit and you squeaked. “Though you were a good puppy, good puppies take what they get and don’t ask for more or to cum.”
You mewled out in frustration and continued to buck your hips against his hand but Remus was having none of it. He captured your lips into a kiss, swallowing all the lusty noises that escaped your mouth. He made sure to fuck you crazy with just his fingers, denying you of your sweet orgasm. You continued to chant his name and plead and cry for more. Tears sprung to your eyes but he ignored you. A hot feeling took over your body and everything became so much more sensitive.
“Master master please. I just want to cum, I just want to cum.”
Remus gave you a wicked grin, leaning up so his lips brushed your ear.
