I believe Snape is the kind of man who clings to control so hard that, given the right person, he’d relinquish it completely and hate himself for just how much he enjoyed it. With that thought in mind, I wrote a little something-something.
He was supposed to die.
Adeline Madigan refused to let him.
Now, trapped in her house during his recovery, he finds that her proximity makes him forget everything he is supposed to be. Strict, feared, disciplined…
Have a Snape x OC Short story and tell me what you think~
Every time you hold Sev in your arms, he maintains in silence for a long time before asking with a lower tone than usual “is this real?” and you feel him relaxing even more when you answer “yes, my baby love, this is real”.
Am I writing a deliciously smutty Sub!Snape fic about him fucking his pillow in desperation for his Dom!Y/n? Yes.
And it's all @wrennyfics fault (said affectionately) and their sub!snape headcannon that had me in an absolute twist of need and waiting is apparently not my strength - much like Sev apparently can't hold out either 👀
Just thinking about laying on top of sev and demanding he calls you pretty while grinding on his hard dick until he cums in his underwear
NSFW
You had Severus pinned to the sofa beneath you, his wrists held in place above his head as your other hand worked on unfastening his buttons, slowly exposing his throat.
He whimpered so sweetly when your lips met with the tender flesh there that you rewarded him, grinding down against his length only to elicit another, louder sound.
His cock was leaking steadily, twitching more with every dirty word whispered into his ear until you felt him tremble and saw his jaw clench. Even with the good few inches of space between your core and his erection, he was trying not to cum.
You wouldn’t have got him this far a few months ago; he’d have cum the first time you pressed the heat of your core against his cock, clothed or not.
‘Please,’ he breathed, not daring to buck his hips up for the promise of some mild relief in case you’d deny him for being so bold.
‘Do you need to cum, Severus?’ you asked, voice still taking on the seductive tone you’d been dripping into his ear for the last hour.
He nodded desperately, biting his lip as he felt another bead of precum dampen the fabric of his underwear.
‘Words, Sev,’ you reminded him.
‘I need... I need to cum, please-’
‘Tell me I'm pretty first,’ you sighed with a little, needy moan that made his blood boil.
He whined. It was all too much to think about when he knew that one more touch between his legs would be his undoing. ‘Ugh- fuck- you are- you’re so pretty- please- beautiful- please-’
Another thrust down against his aching length and a tender caress of his cheek. ‘Cum.’
With the permission he craved, the last grind had his vision whiting out and all the breath leaving his body. His cries of relieved pleasure would have echoed through the entire castle if it wasn’t for the charms you’d had the foresight to place around his chambers.
His body relaxed, slumping back against the sofa cushions, chest heaving and cheeks glowing red. He looked up at you through his long, black lashes, hoping he’d done well.
‘You’ve been so good for me.’
He blushed harder at the simple praise, sighing as you released his arms and massaged the marks your fingers had left at his wrists.
A soft kiss, and he melts into your arms, knowing that next you’d want to shower with him, or bathe, and he would finally feel your soft, warm skin against his own.
But for now, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and let blissful sleep wash over him.
Imagine that the reader has recently taught at Hogwarts and as a second job she is a model for some intimate suits and, coincidentally, they also end up in the Daily Prophet. How could Severus react to such a vision? I add that the reader has a crush on Sev and has been sending signals for months.
The Evening Edition
As is often the case here on sevsnapes, it started as a simple answer, turned into a little story, and covered two asks in one 🖤 I didn't cover pegging this time, but I have a pegging drabble here - and I'm sure it'll come up in future writing! P.S. I'm aware the Daily Prophet probably doesn't print lingerie fashion shoots but let's suspend our belief and have some fun, hey? 😉
Please note: Requests for drabbles/one shots/fics are not currently open, sometimes I just get carried away!
NSFW, reader has a vagina, very subby Snape, hinted switch Snape at the end if you squint, lots of dirty talk from reader
You spot him in the staffroom alone after lunch, looking as mysteriously handsome as ever. That nose. Mmh. You bite your lip.
Take the chance, you tell yourself, What's the worst that could happen!?
You approach him casually, taking a deep breath before launching into a very confident; ‘Severus, you read the Daily Prophet, right?’
He furrows his brow. ‘I like to keep up with... certain developments, yes,’ he grumbles over the pages of his book, eyeing you with suspicion. ‘Why do you ask?’
Your eyes are busy trying to remain on his, trying, with all your might, not to let them drop down to his broad shoulders, his gorgeous long legs, his elegant fingers... oh, what those fingers could do... or undo...
You snap yourself back to the conversation, clearing your throat. ‘I'll feature in the evening edition tonight and... I was wondering... would you like to celebrate with me?’
The furrow turns into a deeper frown that says Why me? and the same thought crosses his face so plainly it's painful. Has he ever been shown friendship? Affection?
He considers you a moment longer, his glittering black eyes dragging over your features - you could swear you see excitement flash across them.
‘Alright,’ he agrees. ‘How exactly are you featuring?’
‘Oh, that part's a surprise.’
You wink. He hums.
‘My chambers,’ he instructs, snapping his book shut, standing and sweeping away, leaving you breathless. The sight of him often does, but being invited to his chambers? You're almost panting.
A torturously long afternoon of anticipation follows. You arrive to his door promptly after dinner and a quick change of outfit, clutching a thick cloak tightly to your body with one hand, and a copy of the evening Prophet in your other.
He invites you inside silently, taking a quick glance down the dungeon corridor before closing the door firmly behind you both.
‘Please, make yourself comfortable.’ He gestures to his small seating area, where two glasses of wine are already prepared and ready for your arrival.
‘Oh Severus, you're spoiling me,’ you coo, dropping the Prophet onto the table and selecting a glass. You don't fail to notice he's already had a copy delivered - and that it hasn't been opened yet. Good.
He steps a closer to you and the sweet, warm scent of cinnamon fills your senses with a comforting sort of excitement.
Severus clinks his glass gently against yours. ‘To your success,’ he toasts, ‘whatever it is.’
He watches you closely as you take a sip of the fruity red he's selected for you.
‘Why don't you open it and find out?’ you whisper, leaning closer and watching in delight as his breath catches in his throat.
He tilts his head in a nod of agreement, takes a seat and carefully folds open the first page, his face hidden behind the sheets as he scans the articles.
You wait, patient but nervous, until he spots it. You see his hands tremble slightly.
He drops the sheets to fold over his fingers and his eyes immediately fall onto you. The real you. The you standing in his chambers, suddenly wearing nothing more than the lingerie you'd modelled in the pictures.
The cloak you arrived in is now pooled around your feet and a light shiver graces your exposed flesh.
He licks his lips. It's an unconscious action; partly desire, partly a loss for words as a result of it.
‘How- why-’ he stutters, unable to stop his eyes from dropping down to the lace barely covering you. A million thoughts race through his mind, and with you baring yourself to him like this, he has trouble articulate one from the other.
You smile. ‘As of tonight, I'm no longer employed by the school. I can model however and wherever I wish, until such a time comes that I may be called up to teach again. But even then, I can wear whatever I want to, for whoever I want, in my own time...’
You step toward him, reaching a hand down to caress his cheek and he gasps at the warmth of your palm.
‘And I really didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to you, Severus.’
He can't think up a single word to say in reply.
‘May I?’ you ask softly, nudging at his knee with your own.
He nods, shoving the paper to one side. You immediately slide down to straddle his thighs, sliding your hands down his clothed chest.
‘Did you like it, Severus?’ you breathe into his ear.
He stiffens, his mind clouded with the sight of you, the weight of you, the scent of you - overwhelming him in the most heavenly way.
‘Would you like a taste of the real thing?’ You kiss along his jaw with smirking lips, feeling him squirm beneath you.
‘I-’ he starts, with no idea where he intends the sentence to go. But he doesn't care. He just wants you. More of you.
You chuckle, seeing the blush dusting his cheeks. ‘Do you want me to fuck you, Severus?’
He whines. The way his name sounds rolling off your tongue after such a brazen, enticing offer makes him almost dizzy. Your hot breath ghosting against his lips doesn't do much to help matters, either.
‘Yes- please-’ he mutters weakly.
‘Then I need you to answer a question for me.’
You rub him through his trousers, unsurprised but delighted to find him already achingly hard. You waste no time freeing his length to wrap your fingers around him and his head falls back as you pump slowly.
‘What's- what's your qu-question?’ he pants, mind clouding rapidly.
You slip your lace underwear aside to slide your soaked folds over his cock, sighing at the relief you felt to finally feel some friction between your legs.
Severus hisses at the feeling, pleasantly surprised at how wet you are for him.
‘If I hadn't come here tonight, and you'd seen my photo in the paper... would you have wanted me this much? Would you have got this hard?’
He whimpers. Your hand is working him again with the silky addition of your juices. It feels too good to be real; he surely can't hold his pleasure in for much longer.
You continue, dropping your voice to barely a whisper. ‘Would you have touched yourself?’
He takes a shaky breath. He's so close. Please, not yet.
‘Or, perhaps you already have, just at the thought of me?’ you growl.
He almost chokes. How could you know? His eyes flutter shut in shame and his cheeks burn crimson.
He grits his teeth, trying not to spill his seed over your hand when your needy, dripping cunt is so close. He needs to feel you around him, to fill you up, to-
‘Use your words, Severus.’ Your command brings him back to your question.
‘Yes,’ he whines, ‘I would have. I have- please-’
‘Good.’ You guide him to your entrance and sink down. ‘Fuck, Sev,’ you moan as your hips begin to roll and you feel the burning pleasure-pain of his cock stretching you.
You guide his free hand to your bralette, where he slides his fingers inside, rolling your sensitive nipple roughly beneath his thumb, kneading at your flesh as you hum with pleasure.
‘You're doing so good for me, Sev,’ you moan, bouncing on him with increasing need. ‘Do you want to make me cum?’
‘F-fuck-’ he sputters, ‘yes, fuck-’
You pull his hand from your bralette and guide it between your legs. ‘Fuck... you feel... so good.’
He groans at the arousal lacing your words, massaging your clit frantically, desperate to give you want you want, to please you before he reaches his own peak. He needs to see you come undone on his cock just like he's fantasised.
‘Sev, I'm gonna - ah! - that's it, mmh! Cum for me-’
Seeing your face contort in pleasure as you ride him harder, feeling your walls clench around his cock so tightly - he finally allows himself to let go.
A guttural, shaky cry fills the room as his release takes over, tingling through his body with wave after wave of pure bliss.
One hand grips at your hip so hard his fingertips will leave bruises, the other continues to rub you through your orgasm until you're shaking with oversensitivity.
He whimpers as you climb off him and tuck his softening cock back inside his trousers. He can't remember ever feeling so sated. He collapses back against the sofa cushions, panting and completely fucked out.
You pick up your cloak and snuggle up beside him, pulling it over you both like a blanket.
‘You were so good for me, Sev,’ you praise, stroking at his hair and caressing his cheek. ‘I hope I've given you enough fuel for next time you think about me.’
He winces, ashamed that he'd admitted that little indiscretion to you.
‘It's alright, I want you to keep thinking about me until the next time I can visit... do you want me to come back? Make this a regular thing?’
‘Stay,’ he mutters.
He nods and nuzzles into your neck, snaking an arm around your waist and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.
‘I haven't got any clothes with me.’
‘Good,’ he drawls, his fingers wandering over your skin beneath the cloak. ‘You won't need any.’
Our favorite potion master wearing lingerie and freaking out when you found out because he thinks that you will think that he is a freak ??
Hello darling 🖤 this is so cute, and my mind instantly went to worshipping sub Sev in gorgeous lingerie so...
His cheeks would burn like crazy when you find him checking himself out in some gorgeous black, lacy ensemble that hugs his body so perfectly and looks delicious against his pale skin.
Your jaw drops and his blush would somehow deepen even further as he scrambled to cover himself, but you stride over and stop him. 'Let me see,' you whisper, your eyes taking over every beautiful inch of him.
His breath catches in his throat when he sees the flash of desire in your eyes. You like him like this? You find him-
'You look so fucking sexy,' you breathe.
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He whines as you gently push him toward the bed, your tongue leaving a wet trail down his neck, to his chest, and you pull at the lace with your teeth, practically growling in appreciation.
He would beg you then. Soft little moans and the occasional 'Please-' slipping from between his parted lips.
You'd worship him then. Compliments tumbling from your lips as they graze over his shivering skin, hands travelling everywhere with a tender caress.
He's desperate for more, bucking his hips and begging with every breath, hard inside the lace that can barely contain his precum. So you give him what he wants, riding him as he trembles with need beneath you.
'You're beautiful,' you whisper, dragging your hands over the lace again, 'so sexy. Cum for me, baby.'
And at hearing your words, he does. It's a shaking, screaming orgasm that floods his body with sparks of pleasure until he's sobbing. He comes down from the high in your arms.
The next time he tries on some lacy lingerie, he thinks of you and can't help but feel a jolt of excitement shooting straight to his core...
I love the idea of placing a full length mirror at the end of bed, having Sev sit in front of his partner and them making him watch as they get him off. He’d be embarrassed to look in the mirror but over time he’d wouldn’t be able to look away. Watching as they kiss his neck, one hand pressed to his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. He’d be a whimpering, moaning mess, begging for his release
Oh boy do I have the fic for you! I wrote a one shot very much like this a while ago, and you can find it here! 🖤 But as always, I can't resist a bit of Sev learning the love his body and getting to feel good so... there's a little something below too 😈
NSFW, sub Snape, body insecurities, hand job, readers parts not explicitly described
Your arms snake around his slight waist and he shivers at your warm flesh against his.
He's not looking at the mirror in front of him, but if he did, he would see himself bare, perched at the edge of his soft bed with you wrapped around his back, your bent knees pinning his hips in place as your hands explore his thighs and stomach.
He flinches as the hand at his stomach moves lower, his cock twitching in anticipation of your touch. He desperately needs release, but he can't face seeing himself like this. After all, he doesn't deserve pleasure. He doesn't deserve affection. He doesn't deserve you.
Your lips ghost against the shell of his ear; 'Look how beautiful you are. I want you to see what I see.'
Your fingers slowly wrap around the base of his aching cock, precum dripping over your fist as you pump slowly.
His back arches and a slew of moans and whispered pleas escape his lips.
'Fuck, you're sublime like this,' you utter, 'take a look for me, Sev.'
He lifts his head slightly, daring to open his eyes and glance at the reflection.
First he looks at you; your blown pupils and parted lips displaying your arousal so openly he wonders what on earth it is that gets you so turned on by him every time.
Then, he looks at his own face. There, he sees the clear signs of his own arousal and for a split second, he thinks he doesn't looks so bad like this after all. He's even mildly appealing in a sort of unusual, unconventional way...
His eyes drag down to where your hand is pumping him with measured affections to keep a steady pace. You don't want him to cum too soon. Not until he's seen himself the way you do, if only for a brief moment.
He's getting into it now and you can tell.
A filthy, loud cry of sheer bliss escapes him and he sees you smirk.
'That's it, baby, let me hear you. Look at what I'm doing to you, and how delectable you are when you need me.'
He hisses as your hand speeds up.
'Watch how you cum for me,' you whisper, working him to his peak, knowing exactly the technique that will get him there fast.
He's entranced by your hand now, unable to look away as a thick rope of hot cum shoots up over his stomach and drips over your still-massaging fingers.
'Fuck- ah-'
He leans back against you, chest heaving, each breath laced with a weak moan as he slowly comes down from the height of his pleasure.
He's still watching the reflection, seeing how your hand rests lovingly on his softening, sensitive length, and your lips graze his exposed neck as a mark of praise.
You press yourself into his back.
'Can you feel that, Sev? That's what you do to me. That's how much I need you.'
He lets out a weak whimper, disbelief causing butterflies to soar through his stomach and up into his rib cage. You still want him after seeing him bared and needy and vulnerable, once again.
'Do you see why I find you so irrisistible now?' you ask, kissing at his cheek.
He thinks hard for a moment. 'Perhaps a little,' he breathes.
You slide out from behind him, allowing him to lie down comfortably. You join him on the bed to run your fingers through his hair. 'You will.'
