can you please write a smutty/fluffy fic where it's Severus's wedding night and his wife gives him a boudoir book as a wedding present.
Ahh I love this sm!!
Genre: smut
Warnings: cock riding, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, nudity, sexual themes
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You and Severus sat in your hotel suite, his hips nudging yours as he rolled you over onto your back.
You gasped, quickly propping yourself up on your elbows. Severus was steadily undressing himself, being careful with the fine material of his tux. His hands pulled at the skirt of your elegant wedding dress, pushing it up onto your stomach.
"Wait-" you moaned as Severus pressed a warm kiss to your neck. He pulled his head up, raising his eyebrows at you. "Yes, my love? What is it?"
You caught your breath and slowly sat up in bed, straightening out your dress. You stood and crossed the room, opening the top drawer of the dresser and pulling out a small leather-bound book.
Severus watched you curiously as you returned to bed, clutching the book tightly in your hands. You handed it to him, a smirk on your lips as you spoke, "I got you a little something."
Severus turned the book over, seeing that there was no title or description of the volume in his hands. "A book with no title?" he teased, making to open it.
Before you could speak again, Severus opened the book to the first page. His reaction was instantaneous; his cheeks flooded with color, and his breath audibly hitched. He exhaled a nervous wheeze, his eyes darkening as he stared at the photo of you before him.
You were clad in plum-colored lingerie that beautifully stood out against your skin. You were posed provocatively, your ass in the air and your back arched, your eyes sultry, and your lips parted in a silent moan.
"There's more," you said cheekily, flipping onto the next page for Severus. The next photo took Severus by great surprise. You were completely nude in this one, barely covered by his own cloak, posing on the edge of his desk in his classroom with your legs spread.
"Whendidyoudothis?" Severus weakly asked you, his words mushed together as he struggled to remain composed. His trousers were uncomfortably tight, his erection straining against the fabric.
"About a month before our wedding," you uttered casually, flipping through more pages. The next photos were even more provocative and Severus had to slam the book shut before he melted into a puddle.
"Do you like them, Sev? I wanted to surprise you with them," you giggled, brushing a thick strand of hair behind his ear. Severus licked his lips, mouthing soundlessly at you before nodding.
"Mmm...I hoped that you would," you purred, dragging a finger down his heaving chest. Severus grabbed your wrist, feeling your pulse point as he pierced you with a lustful gaze.
"You're going to be the death of me someday," Severus breathed, his words followed by a whimper as you slid your hand down to his erection. You slowly palmed him over his trousers, leaning forward to kiss and nibble on his sensitive neck.
"I think you deserve a treat..." you whispered seductively, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. Severus moaned softly in response, going limp and allowing you to take over.
He felt dizzy with desire as you rolled him onto his back. You straddled him, reaching for your wand and removing yours and his clothing with a simple spell.
Severus nearly came when he saw that you were wearing the same plum-colored lingerie as in the photo. You smirked down at him, kissing his lips and sliding your clothed core along his bare cock.
"I think you want to fuck me in my lingerie," you laughed as Severus gripped your hip with one hand. His other hand worked on pushing your lingerie to the side, revealing your dripping pussy.
"I think it's all I want to do now," Severus growled, evenly rubbing your clit with his thumb as he lined himself up with your entrance. You moaned, pressing your hands against his chest and sinking down onto his cock.
"Fuck," Severus hissed, his nails digging into your waist as you began to ride him. You wasted no time, snapping your hips fast and giving him your all.
"You're- mmm, fuck- so big," you praised your husband through moans, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. Severus was in a daze beneath you, his eyes hazy and his mouth open in pleasure.
Severus slowly dragged his eyes up and down your body, transfixed by the way your breasts jiggled in your lingerine and how your pussy caressed his cock.
"Good girl, riding me so well," he groaned, rolling his head back and seeing stars as you angled your hips differently. You fucked him harder, feeling the bed start to shake from your movements.
Severus met your bounces in time with swift thrusts, rough pants and moans of your name leaving him. He spanked you once, causing you to cry out and beg him for more.
"More? You're so needy, baby," he chuckled, spanking you again. You moaned loudly, the sting of the spank deliciously erotic. "I'm going to- fuck- fill you up with my cum, and you're going to keep it inside of you-"
"Please do!" you cried desperately, your stomach burning with the ache to release. "I want to feel stuffed full and feel it dripping out-"
Severus whimpered at your lewd words, reaching up to squeeze your clothed breast. He pinched your erect nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers. He could feel your heart pounding in your chest, knowing that you were close.
"Please fill me up, cum inside of me," you begged Severus, biting your lip. You grabbed his other hand and directed it towards your clit, "Touch me, Sev. Make me fucking come."
Severus moaned at your authoritative tone, nodding vigorously and pressing his thumb into your clit. He quickly rubbed it, drawing your orgasm in seconds.
"Oh, Sev! FUCK!"
Your cry of pleasure sent Severus into his own climax. He released a strained moan of your name, emptying his load inside of you. He filled you up perfectly, painting your walls white as you squeezed around him.
You slowed your hips, rolling to a stop. You and Severus panted for breath, covered in sweat. You felt warm and full, throbbing from your intense climax.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Severus said, wiping his brow. You nodded in agreement, smiling as he began to rub loving circles into your thighs.
"Are you okay?" he asked you then, a gentleman at heart.
"I'm more than okay. I'm amazing," you beamed, stroking his hair. Severus smiled, easing his softening cock out of you. He put your lingerie back into place, keeping his cum inside of you.
"There, no mess," Severus chuckled. He rolled onto his side with you, pressing soft kisses to the side of your head that made you giggle.
"I love you, prince," you mumbled, tracing the shape of his gorgeous nose with your finger as you gazed at him.
"I love you more, sunshine," Severus mused, kissing you deeply and pulling you close. He definitely couldn't wait for your honeymoon after tonight's events.
His favorite past time is late at night when you’re cuddled in bed with him and he’s reading a book. Occasionally making comments on it to you until he realizes you’ve drifted asleep.
Sometimes he works well into the night so you have to physically stop him and drag him to bed. He appreciates you looking out for him though.
In the early stages of the relationship he had some insecurities. Why would you choose him of all people, was a recurring thought. You shut that down as soon as it was brought up. You made sure to let him know that he was the one for you and that you loved him.
He was never great at receiving affection, but gave you his whole heart.
Date nights are rare during the school year as the both of you are teachers, but you make do. Sometimes you two would skip out on eating at the great hall and have your own romantic dinner in your private chambers.
No relationship is perfect so you do have little squabbles. Your go to right hand woman is Minerva, you two have a weekly tea time where you talk about all that’s happened recently. Sometimes Albus stops by to join.
The students don’t find out about your relationship until a certain Weasley saw you give him a kiss on the cheek before class started. It’s not like you kept it a secret, no one believes the rumor until a 2nd year who couldn’t bear it anymore and asks you during class. You confirmed it and the entire class erupted. Many students were shell shocked while others started collecting money from bets.
You calmed them down and carried on the lesson.
Severus’ classes were also curious but no one dared to ask.
At the end of the day when the both of you were getting ready for bed you asked how he felt about the students knowing.
While he does enjoy his privacy, he wasn’t all too bothered as long as it didn’t disrupt any lessons.
Severus is a romantic man. He makes you feel loved and safe. You love him dearly and often daydream of a future together.
If soulmates were real, you’re positive that you found yours.
How about some headcanons for dating severus after the war, he’s alive and well, opening up to dating now
Dating Severus Headcanons
A/N: Thanks so much for your request, lovely anon! I’ve never written headcanons before, so I hope I don’t let you down ;3
Admittedly, Severus had not had many romantic engagements throughout his life. Of course, the whole world knew now of his love for Lily Evans, but even that had been exaggerated in the flurry of the end of the war. In the years after the end of the first war, when he had some more leeway when it came to how he spent his time, he had been…coerced into some relationships at the behest of Narcissa Malfoy, but none of them ever lasted long given the grief and general air of despair that surrounded Severus, so she eventually gave up.
Given his previous romantic history, he certainly never planned on dating or committing to a relationship with anyone, ever, so he had no real idea of what to do or how to act when he did eventually find you.
Because of this, you had to be the first one to approach Severus with the idea of going out on a date, and you definitely had to be the one to ask to be his partner, because he was never going to subject someone else to dealing with him, no matter how much he liked them (remember, he’s spent the majority of his life with very few true friendships, so he doesn’t really know how to initiate them).
After getting past this initial barrier, you’re able to explore the ways he shows affection. He’s still got somewhat of an acerbic personality (that doesn’t go away just because a war is over), but he’s cautious to talk to you a little gentler and in a more neutral tone. He isn’t particularly prone to outbursts of laughter, but he will definitely smile at you when you do something silly.
Some of his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service. The former shines through with how much time you both spend together. Since the end of the war, he’s abandoned Spinner’s End and found a small house in the country, where he has ample privacy for his affairs, and you are a constant presence there once you begin dating. It starts off with you coming over to help cook dinner together, staying up late reading books in his living room together, and turns into you staying the night more and more often as your relationship progresses. These were the times you got to know him best, you see, because you got to see him in his home, where his guard is most relaxed. As much as you would ever know each other, he’s spent so many years hiding his true self from the public eye, that whenever you were out in public, his old habits meant to protect him reared their heads and prevented him from being like the Sev you knew at home. Getting to spend time with him doing menial things strengthened your bond and helped Severus become more comfortable with you.
Acts of service show themselves in different ways. Usually, it comes with him teaching you things that he is very passionate about, such as potions. He hated being a teacher, but if you had expressed a genuine and intellectual interest in potions, that he was willing to help you learn about them, practically and theoretically. He invites you into his private lab, a HUGE indicator that he trusts you given that he has it stocked to the brim with rare, expensive, and dangerous potions ingredients. He is hypervigilant at all times, ensuring that you don’t make a single mistake with a potion that could hurt you in any way. If you were a potion geek like him, you both worked together on advancing each other’s research and special projects, combining both of your extensive knowledge about them. Other acts of service include his help in making sure that you are taking care of yourself. If you have a job that is particularly stressful, he will make sure to have a warm bath ready with tea (or whatever your favourite beverage is). If you do independent work, and you get too caught up in it, he will check on you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself, and might bring you some food while he’s at it. Having someone to care about grounds him, as well as helps him express his feelings a little easier.
He is very attentive. He finally has someone who cares about him as much as he does them, so he makes sure to hang on to your every word, and he has a great memory for things you mention in passing. You can count on this memory kicking in for any gifts he might get you for holidays or special occasions, and he’d definitely go to any length to get you something he knows you’d love.
In terms of physical affection, Severus is definitely not the type to engage in PDA of most forms, with the exception of hand/arm holding as you both walked. He’s an incredibly private person, and with his newfound fame after the war, he hated having any photos of him taken in public. He really values your relationship and to see it be exploited in the media makes him feel upset — not because he’s seen with you, but because you are seen with him. Even though he’s been reassured countless times that you love him and such, he can’t help but worry that your reputation is being sullied by being seen with a former Death Eater. This might lead to many a conversation with him in which he elaborated on his insecurity and fears, but he promises to work through his fear.
In private, you can count on him being kind of touch starved and almost needy when it comes to physical affection. I’m talking a lot of touching when you’re doing everyday tasks together — lingering fingers, touches on your lower back and he passes you to grab something, hand holding as you read books together. At the beginning, you had to be the one to initiate any physical contact and make sure he was still comfortable with it, but as your relationship grew, he started engaging in it more.
Severus would rather die than say this out loud, but he loves hugs. He loves hugging you a lot, especially in bed together, where he can big spoon you to his heart's content (I think it helps him feel like he’s keeping you safe). If he’s had a hard day and he gets to be the little spoon, he’s going to feel so secure and comforted, and he will let you know his gratitude. He likes sneaking up on you from behind and embracing you, dropping kisses on the top of your head to let you know just how much he loves you and your presence in his life.
Verbal affection is easier to come by with Severus, surprisingly. At first, getting him to say what he feels is like pulling teeth, but after establishing that communication had to be important for you both, he begins to vocalise what he feels, especially in regard to you. He will definitely compliment you a lot on your work ethic, your knowledge, and your brain because he really admires your intelligence. If you’re having a particularly hard day with anything, he’s definitely going to do his best to make you feel better by reassuring your abilities and believing in you, verbally, to help bolster your confidence.
Despite this, you are going to say “I love you” first. As much as he loves you and knows it, he’s still too insecure and afraid to impose himself and the weight of his emotions on you. But as soon as you say it, he will return it. He’s going to be shocked no matter how you tell him, his brain grappling with the idea that someone loves him unconditionally, but he’s sure about his feelings for you and just needed some confidence to actually say it.
Overall, Severus is a passionate partner. It can be challenging to break through his barriers at the beginning, but once you do, you know he would do anything for you and your happiness. He’s super dedicated to you, and loves spending time with you. He’s still a little sour and quiet at times, but you know a side of him the rest of the world doesn’t that just makes you love him even more.
A/N: I hope you liked it!! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like a part 2 or something to this!! I had a lot of fun and I hope yall like how I tried to portray Severus as a partner <3
Notes: Let's go write a little angst! I don't know where so much inspiration came from (maybe from the love I have for this character? Very likely), I swear the ending is cute and only the beginning is angst, ok? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it ^^
I'll always be here- Severus Snape Oneshot
Genrer: Angst Oneshot (with soft moments).
Warnings: Angst; bad linguage; nudity and alcohol.
Word Count: 1.994.
Pronouns: None.
Films and Books: Harry Potter.
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The closer the day came when Severus would receive the title of traitor, the worse he felt. Dumbledore knew Malfoy well enough to know that he wouldn't have the courage to kill him, and because of this his faithful companion, Severus Snape, would have to do it. Otherwise Draco, and possibly his family, would be killed. Obviously Snape tried to argue against it, but as always, Alvo didn't listen and made it clear that his death was for the greater good. Then, as he had sworn to always do what the man ordered, so it had to be done.
Your man knew that, besides you, no one else knew about it. Because you are Snape's companion, Dumbledore entrusted to tell you so that you wouldn’t believe, even for an instant, that your love was truly a traitor. But even knowing this he still felt as if everyone who looked at him knew the truth, but still judged him, he received such cold, often even disgusted looks. Some feared him, others felt contempt, and he knew it, the only one who really knew Severus are you, only you knew that he aren’t that arrogant being and indifferent to the feelings of others that he appeared to be, no, you knew that this was just a shell that he molded to protect himself and execute Alvo’s plan. A character that hid the selfless and kind man you fell in love with.
Nowadays you lived together in a house far away from the city, a refuge for the two of you, a place where you could love each other without having to live with the stares and whispers of the people. Of course, this place meant much more of a refuge for Snape than for you. The greatest pleasure of his day was coming home and being greeted by you. Your days together were perfect, the moments with you made Severus feel alive again. Until the days of your current present came, even you couldn't tell how you got sick, or rather, what you got sick from. Sometimes you felt fine, but soon you would relapse again, your man would make some potions to make you better and take care of you, he didn't mind doing that, and you could tell by the patience he had and how affectionate he was with you.
But today your relapse was worse than all the other days, you were in severe pain and felt dizzy, your vision blurred when you tried to do any task, no matter how simple. Worried, Snape insisted that you stay in bed and rest until the potion he would make was ready, without the strength to debate you agreed.
He began to organize the ingredients for your potion when he realized that one was missing, the most important one had run out a few weeks ago and he hadn't realized it. The way would be to go into town to buy more, a task he knew would hate to do, but would feel even worse to see you get worse, so he lifted his head, got ready and crossed the door towards town. Snape kept an indifferent face as he crossed the street of Diagon Alley among the stores and people who gave him looks that he refused to return. He walked with hurried steps trying to shorten the experience, entered the store that sold what he needed and with the ingredient in hand began his way back to you.
He was about to consider this one of his least worst visits to the city when he felt the ice accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol that bathed his body. As he passed in front of the Three Broomsticks, one of the drunks who were leaving the place saw Snape and purposely throw the drink he was carrying at him, which made the brunette stop and look at the men, still in shock at what had happened.
Many people had already made Snape feel bad with comments and insults, but they had never gotten to the point of throwing something at him.
"How do you still have the courage to show up here you phony!"- the drunken man began his speech of pure hatred- "We all know that you still faithfully serve the one who should not be named, what are you doing walking next to Dumbledore? Just waiting for your lord to give the orders for you to stab him in the back? An act worthy of the worm that you are?! You disgust me!"- finally the man spat in Snape's direction.
The same didn't know how to react to that situation, he was staring with a frown and eyes of astonishment at the man pouring all those hostile words over him, the smell of the drink impregnating not only his clothes but also his body as he was overcome by a feeling of hate and sadness. He couldn't stand to go through this anymore.
That's when his savior appeared, stepping in front of him to defend him.
"Where were you raised? Not even the lowest creature attacks another without reason, much less a fellow creature, the only worm here is you with your despicable arrogance"- said Remo Lupin, who appeared among the crowd that stopped to watch the tragic spectacle. Then he goes to Severus, asking if he is all right and guiding him away from there.
- You didn't have to do that- Severus said when he managed to regain his speech.
- Yeah, I know you're tough enough to fend for yourself, sorry if I hurt your pride- Remus joked.
At some point Snape dismissed Lupin's company and went home alone. You heard only the loud slam of the front door and nothing else, total silence, you were surprised and worried, you still felt weak and achy, but the dizzy feeling had passed so you got up and went in search of your beloved. "Honey? Are you all right?" you asked, still coming down the stairs, and soon after you saw Snape kneeling and bending over in the entrance hall. As you approached him you could smell the strong odor of drink coming from him, but what caught your attention were his sobs trying to contain his crying. Already imagining the worst you knelt down next to him trying to comfort him. The man collapsed in your arms, seeking refuge.
You felt Snape's clothes wet and soon understood that it was from them that the smell of drink came, which was a relief, because you would be frightened if in such a short time he had drunk so much to stink like that.
You wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who was responsible for leaving your love like this, but you knew that it was better to let him take the initiative in this matter himself, so you just hugged him back saying: "It's okay, love, it's going to be okay now, I'm here with you, I'm here". When Severus's crying had quieted you suggested a hot bath, lifting him up and guiding him cautiously to the bathroom.
Arriving in the room you started to prepare the bath while Severus undressed as you asked, with affectionate kisses you helped him with the last pieces and took him to the bathtub, cleaning him carefully, it was like you felt that at that moment Snape was more fragile than he really was.
You noticed your lover's scattered gaze staring into nothingness, he looked uncomfortable about something even though the tears were gone. Not sure what to do you decided to join Severus in the bathtub, hugging his back, trying to show some support as you wrapped him in your arms.
The truth was, he felt bad that you were doing this, that you were having to take care of him at a time when he should be taking care of you, since you're the one who's sick.
- I'm sorry, Y/n...
- For what?
- For being a burden...
Snape's few words squeezed your heart, you hated to see him feeling this way.
- Honey, you will never be a burden to me, sometimes you forget that I'm with you because I love you, don't you?- you joked and planted a kiss on the back of his neck- That's why I will always be by your side, in good times and bad.
After that the closed room was completely silent for a while, you weren't sure what Severus was thinking, maybe something to contradict you, something that would give you a reason to no longer love him as you claimed. But him found nothing.
- I love you too. Real love, not just admiration. I've never felt this way about anyone before- he confessed, still looking away.
You held him tighter in your arms, as if you were afraid that at any moment you might lose him. Severus let himself be embraced by you, slowly feeling warm again, feeling alive. With this feeling back, he felt ready to tell you what had happened.
- When I was coming back I passed in front of the three broomsticks...-he took a deep breath recovering to tell you the rest- ...I didn't pay attention but there were some drunks leaving and one of them threw a drink at me because I was-... Because I'm a worm.
You listened to everything in total silence, you didn't want to interrupt him. Snape said the last words more harshly, as if asserting them to himself. A feeling of hate began to grow in you as you imagined all that drunken bastard was making your lover feel, the confusion that should have been in his thoughts.
- The only worm I see is the arrogant man who told you that.
Severus laughed, still embarrassed, when he remembered that Lupin had said practically the same thing.
- Please don't make me have to tell you that you are not a worm because you know it yourself, Sev! You are the bravest man I have ever known, no one else could stand to play your role, my love.
- Maybe I can't take it anymore either...
Fear. That's what you felt listening to his confession, fear because there was nothing you could say to comfort him. Fear because there was no way you could help him with this burden. Fear because in that situation you were totally incapable.
All you could do was put your head down on his back and try hard because this time you were the one holding back the crying. You whispered to Snape the only sentence you could say to help him.
- Regardless of your choice I will always be here supporting you...
- Always?
- Always.
After a short comfortable silence you felt a gentle hand on your head, comforting you, and then you lifted your face and Severus turned to look at you. Both of you trying to comfort each other by looking, your lips came together to show what you most needed to feel at that moment: love.
You stayed in the bathtub for a few more minutes, talking through your displays of affection, you tried to make your man laugh with comments like: "but wait until I find this guy who has impregnated you with that alcohol smell and he will hear some good things!", which was working and little by little the atmosphere was becoming more colorful and cozy again.
After your bath you chose a comfortable outfit for your love and you spent the rest of the day together. Severus tried to argue that you were still ill and that he had to take care of you, but you refused to stay in bed and leave him alone, so you followed him around the house and kept him company until nightfall, when you retired to your room and slept together hugging to remind each other of what you had promised: that you would always be by they side.
Severus opened his eyes again upon hearing a low singing and felt a soft caress on his forearm. Laurel had woken up too and was now curled up next to him, humming weakly, her gaze fixed on the dark mark.
He quickly drew his arm away from the touch of the woman, who turned her eyes to him, smiling shyly.
"It's a pretty tune". — He whispered, hoping his impulsive movement would go unnoticed.
"My mother used to lull me to it”. — She whispered back, realizing that the dark mark was off limits.
"Why did you wake up so early?"
“I must go back to my room. The earlier, the fewer people will see me”. — She said shrugging and stifling a sigh as she pulled the duvet aside, her skin turning to goosebumps at the contact with the cold air of the dungeons.
Severus immediately felt the emptiness in his bed, he had no desire to be alone with his thoughts.
"Stay".
Laurel giggled when Severus grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him, wrapping the sheets around her again, hugging her from behind. He bit the nape of her neck, leaving the mark of his uneven teeth on the delicate skin, then began to slowly descend down her spine, kissing and sucking on each vertebra, until he reached the two small dimples in the small of her back.
She let out soft moans, her body wiggling of its own accord, pressing against his and it didn't take long for her to feel his erection rubbing against her buttocks. Severus put a hand to his mouth and moistened his fingers, then tucked them between Laurel's firm legs, stroking her throbbing sex, masturbating her. Her body was crying out to be penetrated by the wizard's cock, yet Severus seemed to have other plans.
He continued to rub her clit, whispering in an aroused voice sweet nothings to her ear. Laurel squeezed her legs and moaned loudly, rocking her pelvis, trying to increase his contact, breathing heavily against the pillow, imploring him to fuck her.
Severus, on the contrary, preferred to continue with the torture. He inserted his fingers painfully slowly, moving them inside her until he found her g-spot.
"Severus, please!" — She begged, while her complexion acquired a blushed tone.
Severus bit her shoulder, trying to control the spasms that hit the woman's body as the friction increased in her point of pleasure, his fingers curving, circling faster against her swollen g-spot. She came hard, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body melting in his hands like butter.
Sticking his fingers out, wet from her juices, he spread out her legs, fucking her sideways, tenderly; slowly enjoying her freshly cummed pussy.
"Tell me you love me". — He murmured, pushing his cock inside her. He needed to hear those words again, he needed to be sure that there really was one person in the world who loved him: Severus Snape, the poor, bullied half-blood child, the vile, ugly Death Eater, the hated teacher.
"I love you... I love you, Severus." — She moaned in an agitated voice, feeling electric shocks surging up her cervix with each slam.
Severus suddenly took her by an arm and, gripping her tightly, he turned her body, leaving her face-down on the bed, as he leaned on top of her, balancing his weight on his arms and penetrating her vigorously from behind, his pale glutes contracting with each thrust, his black hair, bouncing against his sweaty face. Noticing how his love bites left red bruises that stood out against the dull scars on Laurel's back, Severus became even hornier.
With one hand he brushed her hair away from her ear, whispering in his deep, silky voice:
“You are mine, Laurel. Only mine and nobody else's. Say it!"
Laurel was about to have another orgasm, the delicious voice of her lover was driving her crazy, his weight on her, his possessive obsession, and the intensity with which he fucked her, barely allowed her to think straight.
"Yours... yours... AHH!"
Laurel let herself go and a second later, Severus' deep growl warned her that he had caught up with her too, collapsing beside her, his eyes closed, breathing erratically.
The woman snuggled next to him, burying her face against the smooth skin of his chest, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart, forgetting for a second that Severus was a wizard, that she was at Hogwarts, that a war was taking place at that very moment. Nothing mattered to her, she could stay right there forever.
“Sing to me again, pet”. — Whispered him, resting his chin on the Akardos's head.
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A/N: So, this is different from everything else I’ve written so far - I like it and I had fun writing it. I hope you guys will enjoy it (ps. it’s still damn hard to write so as the reader can be male or female (have a male or female gender) or what you wish to identify with, but I am working on it! Hopefully, this meets your standards. +There is no mention of your appearance other than being a person with the usual limbs that entails (arms, legs, lips etc.), I’ve tried to keep it absolutely neutral so anyone can self-insert or imagine their OC hopefully.)
Summary: You had been his pet for five months, he had been your master and you both enjoyed the game. Yet your feelings grew for the dark and wicked man who commanded you in so many ways. This specific day he gives you something you have never gotten before from him and it forces you to climb higher than ever before...
He was sipping tea, his eyes roved over you with a gleam of wickedness. The onyx colour was vibrantly clear and seemed to almost swirl. A chill travelled down your body as he took another leisurely, slow sip from the cup. You panted, nearly whined as he gave you one of those little smirks. His eyebrow arched masterfully. You tugged on the restraints; they were unyielding. The ropes masterfully tied around your wrists and ankles.
He chuckled softly, the sound filled your ears and made you shiver - from pleasure. He uncrossed and recrossed his legs so as to give you a hint of the bulge protruding underneath his tight black pants. It made you whimper. Your hands tugged yet again; you wanted to reach for him. Touch him, feel him, taste him. You wanted it all.
“Now, (y/n), you know there is no need for that,” he said cooly with that raspy voice of his. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips for a short second.
“You know my knots do not yield, you know they do not get untied until you give me what I want.” His voice was a low growl; it felt as though it stroked you when it reached your body.
You whimpered once more and could not help the tugging on your restraints that kept you in his bed, yet again. It only earned you a slight huff from him as he placed the little cup on the table beside his chair. It clinked softly, and the chair groaned as he rose with elegance and grace. His frock coat tightly wrapped his body, and all the little buttons were begging you to unbutton them. Your fingers itched for the feel of them slipping through their respective holes.
He strode towards you, slowly, with measured steps. Your pulse quickened, and your breathing became laboured as you struggled to get enough oxygen into your lungs. His eyes wandered up and down your body, pleasure etched on his face. You were sprawled on the massive four-poster bed. No pillows or covers in sight, only you, cotton sheets, and black ropes. Your hands were tied above your head, your arms stretched out. Your legs spread fully, each ankle tied to one of the two posters at the bottom of the bed. You were naked and spread wide before him as he stood by the foot of the bed. Fully clothed, except for his bare feet.
“Now, you know there is no need for tugging. You will be freed when I see fit, won’t you, (y/n)?” You swallowed hard at his darkly voiced words. The wicked gleam in his eyes intensified as he took two steps closer.
You whimpered as his cold finger touched the inside of your ankle, right below the rope. “Please,” you panted, but he only hushed you.
“You know the rules,” he said softly, and you knew, you knew he would punish you for breaking them, for speaking when not allowed to.
He leaned down and kissed your hipbone while steadying himself with one hand on each side of you. “Disobedient today, aren’t we (y/n)?”
You pressed your head into the mattress as his cold finger stroked your naked leg, from your ankle all the way up to your hip, where he had kissed you only a moment ago. His finger kept going, up along your side, all the way to your collarbone. It made you whimper and shudder. The lightness of the touch his punishment for you. You hated...and loved it.
For five months, it had been like this. For five months, he had called upon you, for five months, he had tied you to his bed only to touch and rule you. Five months of joyous torture. It had begun with a simple drunken night and had ended up being the most complicated thing. He had bound you, gagged you, kissed you, stroked you — given you infinite amounts of pleasure. Yet, he had never given you the chance to do the same to him.
For five months, he had ruled your body and mind, for five months, he had undressed you, tied you to his bed and done what he wished to you. And oh, how you fucking loved it. His touch, those rough hands, the harsh words, the growling voice, the command and power that seeped from every fibre of his being.
Yet, you had never seen his skin. You had never touched him, loved with him, felt him in you. He never allowed you to touch him, stroke him or kiss him. His lips never reached your face, and his clothes never left his body. The body you yearned so desperately for. The skin you so badly wanted to see and touch. The lips you so fiercely wanted to smash your own against. But that...was not part of the deal. The deal you had not been aware of in the beginning.
His cold hand brought you back to reality as he let it travel down your chest, over your tummy and further. You shivered as he reached your groin and gave you a light stroke. His cold skin almost burned you. Burning ice. It was what ploughed through your head; he was burning ice. Lethal. Devastating. Cold destruction.
“No daydreaming,” he growled as he stroked you yet again, over and over. You whimpered — the need to call his name nearly overwhelming. His soft touch was still a punishment. That was how it was; you broke the rules, and he punished you with softness. Shallow strokes. Light licks. It was not what you wanted, what you needed, what your body craved from him.
“Enough?” he asked, simply questioning if you were done breaking the rules. You nodded. Not wanting to break the rules with another word unless commanded to speak.
“Good pet,” he said with a huff as he raised himself. Your heart pounded harder as he stepped around the bed; he went for the chest a few steps away. You knew all too well what pleasures were hidden in there, and the excitement building swiftly was almost numbing.
He took his time selecting, humming in a murmur. When he turned back towards you, he held...nothing. There was nothing in his hands, and you felt disappointed. Until you saw his smile. It tugged at one of the corners of his mouth, and it made you wary.
“Master?” you asked, and he arched his brow again. You shut your mouth with such force that your teeth hurt. He smirked and walked towards you. Each step powerful; measured. As if he had fully mastered the art of elegance. He had, you knew that.
He placed one knee on the bed, and the mattress shifted beneath you. He leaned in and kissed your neck, which forced your head back, and you relished the feel of his tongue licking and lapping at your skin. It wasn’t soft; his tongue was pressing itself into your flesh, and it felt divine.
“Pet,” he murmured against your skin, and sweat misted you from the arousal. His nickname for you, his word for you.
“For you,” he said with praise in his voice, and you were just about to break the rules by asking what as his rough hand found its way to your groin. He stroked and petted, from the top all the way down to your darker opening. It felt as though you would explode as his rough hand explored. The coolness of his skin against your heat. It made you whimper and whine. Your legs were tugging, and the ropes around your ankles dug into your flesh.
Then his hand left you for a second, and you felt bereft, abandoned. But he was back instantly, and something across his palm vibrated softly. It tickled all the right spots, and you moaned loudly with a ragged breath tearing through your throat. He tortured you with his rough hand, pressing and stroking harshly as the vibrations tickled you relentlessly.
You were struggling, panting, whining, whimpering beneath his touch as his mouth pressed itself against your throat and he nibbled and bit your skin. The sensation vibrated through your entire body and magnified the sensations from his onslaught on your sex. You were shaking, your body ready to explode. But he didn’t give you permission. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you struggled with all your might to keep the climax at bay, to stay on the edge of the cliff without tipping over.
“Wait, patience, my pet,” he growled as you started to thrash and buckle, “patience,” he said yet again. His voice was too much, the low growling too deep. It spurred your climax on, and you were tipping, tipping and tipping over the edge of the cliff. He knew it, he felt it. You knew he was all too aware of what he did to your body. It hurt, it strained, it pounded, and all you wanted was release. Sweet release.
“M-master, p-please,” you begged with a soulful plea in your voice.
He chuckled, and you felt his smile against your skin. “Patience, pet, patience.” You nearly cried, you nearly screamed in frustration as the onslaught became too much. His rough hand, harsh yet steady, the rhythm constant. You buckled and writhed beneath his touch as he started to pant in your ear. You knew then that he would give you your release any moment.
You felt his movement change; it softened. You whimpered. He slowed, and you whined. The vibration ended, and you buckled. His cold skin left your heated sex, and you writhed. The cliff had turned into a mountain, and you wanted to be thrown from its peak.
“M-master, master please, please, I beg of you!” Your voice was hoarse, weak and muddled with a cry held back.
“Pet,” he mumbled in that deep voice, your eyes whirled around and found his bulge. You wetted your lips, and the tears kept streaming from the pent-up sensations running amok through you.
He had never left you before. He had never withheld your climax before. Never had he tortured you in such a way.
It hurt.
Your body hurt and strained. You shook, and sweat clung to you.
“Pet,” he whispered before rising from the bed, “you have been so patient…” His words were growled, yet they were beyond approving.
You tugged at your bonds, furious with him for leaving you at such a time. “Please!” you pleaded, not caring about the rules anymore. You needed to get off, desperately urgently.
He gave you a smile, his eyes went from wicked to...something else. There was a look you had never seen before in his eyes, and it made your entire body tense up — which only further pushed you towards the climax as all your muscles strained.
“Such patience, my pet,” he said, and those rough hands rose towards his cravat.
Your fingers went numb from the strain against the rope. You tried to gulp down air as he loosened the cravat and pulled it free from his neck. It revealed a glimpse of his throat and neck. Something in you purred with delight.
“Such, such patience,” he murmured again, and the room reverberated with the sound of his voice paired with your heaving breaths, “is worth a reward, I think.”
He undid the top button of his frock, slowly — ever so agonisingly slowly. You quaked.
“A reward of…” He kept undoing the buttons one by one until the frock opened, “me…”
If anyone else had said it, you would have laughed; it would have been so unbelievably corny. But when he said it, you shivered and writhed on teh brink of madness atop the bed. He peeled off the fabric and stood beside you in his black pants and a white, long-sleeved shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top, and you swallowed hard.
You wanted to beg for his touch, wanted to beg for his approval to touch him.
“Do not get the wrong idea, pet,” he mused. “You are to be bound, to be ruled. I am not yours to do as you please with,” he mused further with such wicked delight in his onyx eyes as they met your (e/c) ones.
“But you...are mine.” His words were final, and it made your heart pound with delight, and your stomach fluttered with joy. Your sex still pleading for him, his touch, your release.
Severus unbuttoned his shirt with delicate care and shed the white fabric where he stood. You were silent, stunned. Never before had he shown himself in any way. Never had he divulged any form of his outside clothing. Yet he now stood there, half-naked. And it, was, glorious. Tears pricked your eyes yet again; from the strain, from the arousal, but most of all from his revelation.
“Now, pet,” he mused in a dark whisper, “let me give you what you want…” As he said the words, your eyes widened, darkened. You wetted your lips, and he stepped closer, placed himself between your legs and licked your neck, kissed your collarbone one after the other. His lips moved down, down, down. Over your heaving chest, he gave each nipple a harsh lick before moving on as you trashed and struggled to not do so beneath him. He kissed a line from your chest down to your groin, and you tensed. Your climax still loomed unbearably close; it pulsed through you. Your pounding heart and racing pulse made you hot all over.
“Such delicate taste,” he murmured as he gave your lower belly a single kiss before moving down to where you wanted him the most, where you needed him the most. Never before had he let his mouth travel so far down. Never before had he graced your aching sex with his lips and tongue. Never before had you felt such a lovely sensation.
“Now, pet, you may speak...as you need.” And those were the cautionary words, the words of warning about what was to come. He only uttered them when he was about to give you something ravishingly lovely. You tensed all over as his mouth set to work. Unprepared for the onslaught, the sensations, the heat and ferocity he devoured you with. He prompted you, teased you. It was devilishly hellish and splendid. Splendid in so many ways that it took away everything else.
You fumbled around at the peak of the mountain in total darkness as you rose higher and higher, standing on your tippy-toes as the storm claimed you. He claimed you. He grabbed you and threw you off the mountain with such power that you fell for eternity as your climax claimed you. Caressed you like the wind, wet your skin like rain, cradled you like a heavy fog. You screamed his name, not his chosen title, his name. Not Master, but Severus.
You panted, writhed, buckled and shook as the climax crashed over you again and again, over and over. It seemed to never end, an endless fall of pure pleasure. You cried, you hollered his name as a wolf would howl towards the full moon, you tugged against the bonds that held you and being unable to close your legs made the climax that much more intense. It rocked you to your core, and you had to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling.
His cold hands deftly undid the ties, first around your ankles and then around your wrists. You were spent, but all you could feel was the need to touch him. To feel his skin under the palms of your hands. So you reached for him. But was met with only empty air. You opened your eyes, and he was no longer on the bed with you. No longer between your legs, and you had missed the chance to touch his skin. That near-white, lovely skin was beyond your reach as he slipped his shirt back on.
“Severus,” you said weakly, “please… I’ve-”
“I know you have waited. Your patience has been perfect,” he said dismissively, and you recoiled from his words.
Had you not given everything? Had you not bound yourself to him in every way you could? Had you not given up all other pleasures to be only his, to use as he wished? Had you not done everything he asked?
You felt broken where you lay on the bed, spent and shaking — in more senses than one. He seemed unruffled and as collected as always. As if it were a mere game, as if you were a toy to be played with when he pleased, only to be put back in a box when he was done. You felt used. Had you not come to love him these past months, you would have walked away...
Had you not loved him, as you now do, you would have hated his guts. You would have screamed and yelled. You would have left and never come back. But you loved him, the wicked man now fully dressed had captured your heart like none other had ever managed. He had you bound; the ropes he used were just a physical aspect of it, and they meant nothing compared to the chains he shackled your heart with.
“Severus, I-” you whispered in a near cry, and he turned to look at you. It silenced you instantly. His onyx eyes swirled and danced, his lips tightly pressed together, and his jaw was tense. You wanted to tell him that you had fallen for him. That you loved him. That you were truly bound to him. You wanted to tell him how you longed for him, his touch, and to touch him. Above all, to give him pleasure like he had countless times done for you.
“Please, let me do for you what you do for me. Please,” you pleaded as you tried to get up from bed, but your body wouldn’t obey. Your muscles were drained of power, and you couldn’t manage the effort, so you sat on its edge. He arched a brow towards you yet said nothing. You felt it, you could feel — all the way into your bones — that he knew you were his.
He knew you loved him.
He knew.
Severus stepped closer; oh so slowly he shortened the distance between you.
“I am not as easy as you think,” he said with a harsh tone as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face so he could look at you. “I am not so easy to love as you wish—” his fingers tightened “—I am not one who loves.”
You swallowed hard. He searched your eyes, and you willingly let him see it all.
You were both still for a long moment; time seemed to slow as your breathing evened out. Courage of some form grew in your chest. “But I am. I am one who loves. For me, you are easy to love,” you confessed with a hoarse voice as you choked on your own need to cry for him. He huffed, but you wouldn’t break the eye contact you had. You kept his gaze firmly in yours. Unyielding. Something changed then. In him. His face softened ever so slightly.
“You are a good pet,” he mused with a salacious grin, “and I will be your master for as long as I please.” His words were harsh, and darkness coiled around him as if the shadows were his friends. Your stomach twisted, yet your heart kept pounding for him.
“However,” he then said with a new voice, one you had not heard before, “you might find, with patience as you seem to have, that I can be more.” He gave your lips one, soft, light, kiss, and you felt as though you would combust right then and there.
Never had his lips been anywhere on your face. It was one of the rules. Never had he gone above your jawline, and never had your lips been anywhere on him— ever.
Something in you shifted, melted and froze. The chains he had on your heart rattled and clinked as they solidified. “Patience, I have plenty of… For you, master.”
So, this is new for me, writing a fic based solely on the sexual aspect without softness. My Severus is usually soft and sweet, loving and caring for his one and only you (so to speak). But I had this idea in my mind that he could be harsh yet adoring, dark and domineering, yet still have a softness to him. I hope I managed to do the idea justice ^^
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Hey, y'all!! I know I haven't posted any fics or requests on here in forever, but I'm still writing! I'm currently only active on AO3 as I've been working on a Sev x OC fic (Severitus included) for almost two years now on there. Once I finish that fic up, I'll return to Tumblr and reopen requests and start posting again :)
Summary: This oneshot is based on the legend of hanahaki, a disease that causes flowers to grow in the lungs of the person who has fallen in love but hasn’t had their love reciprocated, as this disease has no cure, there will come a time when the flowers will prevent the person from breathing, thus leading they to death.
Warnings: Distressing. Sad ending. SFW.
Gender: Angst Oneshot.
Pronouns: None.
Characters: Severus Snape; Madame Pomfrey; Lílian Evans and James Potter (Aren’t my autorship).
Film and Book: Harry Potter.
Notes: I really enjoyed writing this oneshot (it's the first one I've written actually), and I really hope you like it, so enjoy reading it! ^^
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Was in the library that you discovered the real source of those pains that caused you shortness of breath, it wasn't the beginning of a cold or the flu as Madam Pomfrey had assumed, in fact, now that you knew what it was, would prefer it to be. All of your symptoms perfectly matched with hanahaki disease, also known as the disease of unrequited love. The confirmation was given weeks later when you spat out the first petal, the unreal discomfort it caused you, the pain of feeling it rise in your throat, almost preventing you from breathing in moments amidst your uncontrollable coughing, all that effort released a small petal, wich perfectly covered the tip of your index finger. The person responsible for the suffering you were going through? He would never love you back, because he was already in love, you always knew that, and yet your heart has chosen precisely him, Severus Snape. The boy irrationally loved Lílian Evans, even now that they no longer speak to each other.
Your classes always coincided with to the boy’s, that's how you managed to get close to him, at first he was very reserved and stay in defensive, but you ended up becoming great friends, due to your insistence. And now you were sufring for getting involved with him, even though you already knew all the possible consequences. Not that you decided to get involved with Snape with ulterior motives, quite the contrary, but you also could never deny that some of the boy's characteristics had always attracted you, and now knowing the young man's true personality only attributed to you see him even more attractive. You realized that you were in love with Severus when you saw him smile for the first time, the sun illuminated his face on a fresh summer day, you were sitting by a tree near the school doing something like a picnic, sitting next to the boy you almost leaned on him, and was because of a remark of yours, a bit mean but full of sarcasm, which made Severus laugh. The atmosphere at that moment was so good that nowadays when you close your eyes you can still go back to that scene if you want to.
This moment and several other similar ones you had together was the only thing that soothed your now broken heart. You knew Snape wouldn't love you back, he had already given himself body and soul to Lily, but you didn't regret loving him, because Severus is a gentle boy who respects you and makes you feel good, the boy you would be proud to present to your parents as your partner, for you knew he would love you and make you happy until your last days together. But all this fantasy had to be left to be lived only in your dreams, because you knew perfectly well that it couldn't be real.
As the days went by your condition worsened, Madame Pomfrey did her best to alleviate your symptoms, because it was a rare disease, treated as legend due to the few documented cases, and there was no cure. It broke the doctor's heart to see you looking more tired and debilitated day after day and there was nothing she could do to improve the situation. And it was obvious that Severus noticed the change, even though you avoided him, because you knew better than anyone how your appearance had changed, you didn't want the boy to see you in this state, you were weak and it wouldn't take many months to be taken by the disease, you didn't want the last memories he would have of you to be your exhausted figure.
Until the day Severus surprised you in an empty hallway and surrounded you, barring your way and forcing you to talk to him, you two started discuss, him arguing how you were distant and acting weird and you trying to justify yourself and make obviously false excuses, your lies upset the young boy, he had hurt you somehow and you were avoiding him now and didn't want to say? And why did you look so pale and frail? But Snape's thoughts were interrupted when you started coughing heavily, apparently you couldn't seem to control the situation, and then, everything calmed down when you released a small flower bud stained by your blood. The boy understood nothing at first, it was apparent from his expression, until you explained to him about the disease, you revealed that you were in love with Severus through tears, and as much as the change in his face was minimal his heart dropped as he saw himself responsible for everything that was making you suffer, you would die before living the life you were worthy of, and he was to blame for it all, for not being able to return the feeling.
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Almost one month had passed when Severus completely lost his ground when he was faced with the confirmation of what he feared most, Lily really loved the boy Severus disliked, Potter. And there was nothing he could do, because Lily was so happy with the boy, he could never prevent the happiness of his beloved, it would go completely against his principles to do that. All he could do was respect and admire from afar her smile next to the other boy, and just pretend that this did not cause him a huge pain in his chest.
And was at the beginning of the next month that Snape spat out the first petal, he felt everything just like you did, and in the end he cursed himself for putting you through that. But unlike you he couldn't accept the situation, Severus loved Lilian body and soul but couldn't die for feeling like that, determined to find answers he carefully analyzed all the books that reported the subject, Hanahaki's disease was really almost a legend, which made his research difficult, but it wasn't a reason for him to give up.
You were already very weak, to the point that you could no longer attend classes, you found yourself in Madam Pomfrey's observation ward, in a bed less comfortable than the one in the dormitory of your house at Hogwarts, surrounded by white curtains to give you privacy, beside you there was a small bedside table filled with books to distract you, around you there were flowers that had been in your lungs and were spat out by you and now contrasted with the scattered gifts left by your classmates who couldn't hide how shaken they were to know that they could at any moment receive the news that you were gone. Now you were in the most distant form of your conventional appearance, you had lost a lot of weight, your face carried a very tired look, your hair had grown and hid your face a little, but ironically you received everyone with a big smile, always looking peaceful even in this situation, but that was because you accepted the death, you knew it would come for you soon, so you had no reason to try to run away or hide, the best way to spend your last days was enjoying the company of your friends and family and admiring the little things that make you smile around you.
Severus visited you but couldn't stay for long, because seeing your weak figure squeezed his heart and made him feel terrible, but seeing you motivated him to try to find a cure, a potion that would put an end to this curse, no one else would have to die from this disease if he could combine the right elements, and it was only a few steps away. It was in a potions class in which Snape felt strong headaches for thinking so much about a solution that he had the dazzle of the answer he was looking for, the teacher who taught the class explained the properties of an ingredient not very malleable and extremely poisonous to humans if used in the wrong proportions, and wich could devastate crops when using its essence. When it came in contact with plants they were completely undone leaving only a few traces of the most resistant plants, otherwise none at all. And when it came into contact with the human body it was fatal, but if mixed with other substances and in the right proportion, it would not cause harm.
It was exactly what he was looking for, at the same instant Severus just stood up and left the room with the ingredient without giving any explanation, he had no time to lose, he went back to the dormitory and started to prepare the potion.
It got dark and you felt that this would be your last night, the difficulty you had breathing guaranteed it, your trunk was heavy due to the flowers and thorns that grew inside it, but even feeling this pain you made an effort and went to the large window in the room to admire the sky filled with constellations and the moon that illuminated the night perfectly as a beacon for those who were lost in the darkness. When Hypnos and Morpheus, the god of sleep accompanied by the god of dreams, finally embraced you, you went back to your bed and lay down in a comforting dream.
Even though it was already dark Severus didn't stop for even a second, even when being illuminated only by a small candle he didn't stop the tests, he needed the result at hands, he needed the cure, he needed to save you. His body begged for rest, but his mind wouldn't allow it, Snape didn't even dare to look at the clock or the window to keep track of time, all his concentration was on the result of the potion. It was then that he finally got what he wanted, one of the tests finally reached the desired result, he had succeeded, he had found a cure, the potion was ready, he could save you. Only then Severus realized that in a few minutes the sun would rise and start a new day, he had spent the night on his research, but it didn't matter, a sleepless night was a minimal price to pay in exchange for the cure of such an impetuous disease. He needed to find you now.
With the bottle of potion in hands the boy desperately climbed the stairs to meet you in the hospital wing, every second was vital, he couldn't waste any more time. At the risk of being punished for disobeying several of the Hogwarts rules Severus entered the place that welcomed you. Madame Pomfrey came immediately to question him, but he was faster and passed by her without listening to her complaints and so fast that he gave her no chance to hold him back.
Severus found your figure lying completely asleep, with a peaceful countenance, even though it was visible that carried a lot of suffering. He approached you and even though him were agitated he tried to wake you up gently, but he got no response, when the boy held your arm and felt no pulse it seemed that his heart had also stopped, feeling as if he was falling off a cliff going against the already imminent reality Severus called your name in total despair, as a last attempt he took the potion to your lips so you could drink and maybe you would come back, but it was too late, the boy himself did not want to admit but he already knew that you no longer belonged to the world of the living. Kneeling at the side of the bed and leaning over your inanimate body the first rays of sunlight appeared and illuminated Snape's back, who cried and cursed himself, he could never forgive himself for not being quick enough. He would patent the potion so that no one else would suffer as you did, except him, Severus would not take the healing potion, it was the only fitting punishment for the only responsible for your death.
