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Night changes || Draco Malfoy x fem! Reader
Just a third person’s point of view
Warning : Implied smut, kissing, sexual thoughts. IDK hand holding ?
Pairings : Draco malfoy x female slytherin reader.
1st September, 1991.
Them meeting each other in the train was just as normal as meeting every other day. Their families had close bonds and so the children were also tolerable towards each other.
1st September, 1992.
This time they were seen off by only their mothers. The children went and sat down in a compartment avoiding all the sneaky, git- like gryffindors. Of course they’d been taught the meaning of ‘blood purity’ and they took it seriously. Second year came by and went.
1st September, 1993.
The year when puberty takes you on a ride. His hair were falling from the sides. He had parted his hair, no gel, he was a bit taller and had started to wear his tailored black suits to complete the image of being a Malfoy. She had grown tall too. She had started wearing earrings more often and wearing long, light greenish dresses to keep up with her name and reputation in the wizarding world. This year they had started to talk a lot more. Being in the same houses was an added bonus to them. Their family was just as happy and them being in a euphoric stage of experiencing boys and girls and doing activities which were frowned upon by some.
One day, after coming back from the library, Draco saw her going to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She has tear stains on her face. She was obviously crying and had decided to wash her face since she didn’t want Draco to see her like that. Too bad he did.
He followed her acting like some crazy stalker without calling her name. Just walking briskly silently.
When she entered the bathroom, she walked over to the sink and washed her face. She grabbed a face towel from the side of the basin and looked up only to see Draco with a concerned look. He had tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn’t budge at all. He thought he had heard her mutter, “some stupid git told ‘em I was sleeping around”.
Turned out someone had. He beat them to a pulp the next day for hurting his “angel” as he started to call her.
1st September, 1994.
The yule ball. They had gone together. They were fair dancers to be honest. Their friends had been out with their dates from different houses to which upon hearing they only scoffed and said, “isn’t she a muggle-born” or ,“isn’t he a squib like creature”.
She had worn a soft green champagne dress down to her heels. With a simple pearl necklace Draco had gifted her and an ancestral watch along with black heels that complemented her oh so wonderfully. Her hair was all shiny and let down just like normal school days.
Draco looked dapper in his dress robes. He was wearing a white-button up shirt with a light pink bow, an all black coat with shiny black shoes. His hair was parted to one side with no gel.
They had danced and drank so much that day. They were just a little bit tipsy but still sober enough to walk themselves to their dormitories. Draco tried holding her hand to which she didn’t realize what was happening. He thought his hands were clammy and excused himself from the dance floor. Just as he walking out of the great hall, she walked hurriedly after him and held his hand and asked him to stay back. He did. He was just imagining his hands were clammy.
That night several witches and wizards were in other beds. Not specifically their own. Girls in boys’ beds and Boys and girls’ beds.
The effects of the drinks were wearing off. And now they were fully sober. They were holding hands and walking down to the dungeons to sleep in their own beds but Salazar had other plans for them.
They were walking silently, holding hands when she stopped in her tracks and said, “Draco, stop”.
“Why angel? What is it?”.
She was fumbling and fidgeting with her hands when he pulled her closer to him.
“Angel is this fine ?“
“Uh yes, this is what i wanted- i mean yeah this is wonderful no this is fine no that’s not what i meant i thought -. Let me just start over. Can i kiss you?“
“Angel, yes.“
He put his one hand on her lower back the other one cupping her jaw well. She held onto him as if her life depended on him. She had placed her hands on his face and kissed him tenderly.
Once he broke the kiss they smiled at each other. They kissed again. Pulled from the kiss and kissed again. This happened so many times and as they got lost into each other, they didn’t even realize she was in his dormitory. His friends were somewhere else to which he was so thankful for.
They were both lying on his bed. She was wearing a black shirt which he borrowed her. She wasn’t wearing any lowers. She just felt comfortable like that and this was Draco. Her friend?. He was wearing his usual emerald green joggers. He didn’t wear a shirt to sleep that day for some reason as she kept on blushing while looking at him and hearing his response with his signature smirk plastered on his face, “Like what you see angel? I mean I know I’m beautiful. But nothing and no one compares to you of course.”
“Well thank you Draco.“
“I want you. Your love, your pain, your sadness. I want all of you and of course a few treats here and there.“ She laughed so loudly at the latter part he felt satisfied for the night and the days to come.
“Only if you’re willing to share yours. Treats included Draco Malfoy.“
UM, EXCUSE ME, BUT WHAT THE HECK? THIS IS BRILLIANT AND RAD AND OMFG!! 🥺😭💛
Stoppered
“The body cannot live without the mind.” - Morpheus, The Matrix Happy belated birthday, Professor.
Absolution
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” - Heraclitus
HP Trans Fest entry. (Bonus sketch art within.) The prompt was: Severus Snape with the doe patronus in trans flag colors.
I know why this was not in the movies. It would have given away the twist. But the reason I love it, is because it’s right after he’s killed Dumbledore. He’s low.
That Darkness is threatening to overtake him. He’s about to face the hardest year of his life, going in KNOWING he’s probably going to die.
And he knows he has to keep going. Because of the Greater Good(tm).
And the lighting in this scene perfectly expresses this to me.
The Darkness ALMOST completely takes over, he’s so close to losing his soul, and right before he’s completely consumed, he turns toward the light.
I don’t know who/what job it is to come up with/execute ideas and stuff, but it’s a shame this wasn’t seen more broadly.
HARRY POTTER
(late post)
‘cause im lazy
i shouldn’t have lineart it but too late i guess
its still looks cool though
HARRY POTTER
“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? ”
I think he'll either laugh at it or be TOTALLY freaked out and literally hiding behind anyone XD. Depends on how you see him... But I see him as someone who would flinch every now and then... But once his home alone he'd have the whole set of holy stuff in hand as he sleeps XD
Horror Stories
This is a general weird thought that poped in my head and you the snape lovers could either ignore this or answer it. This is so random please don't judge but I have to know
How do you think Severus reacts to horror stories? Or anything spooky.
I was so inlove with this I had to repost it XD WE NEED MORE OF SUB SEV DFHSLFJSLFND
The way I RAN to the ask button after reading the other requests 😭🙏🏽 this is gonna be a wild 18+ request if you are okay with it. Snape x fem reader who’s also a professor at Hogwarts trying cockwarming for the first time, snape has no idea what it is so the reader sits on his lap and shows him while he’s trying to mark assignments late at night in his classroom to see how long he lasts 🥴🤭
that is disgus-GIVE IT TO ME NOW
minors dni >:(
warnings: explicit smut, kinda sub snape, kinda dom reader, light begging
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Shadows danced across the stone walls of Snapes office, the candlelight casting a faint, warm glow upon the room. Sitting in an arm chair in the corner of the room, you looked up from your grading to look at Severus.
Your partner had the odd tendency to get as close to the paper as humanly possible while grading. As if the students calling him a "dungeon bat" wasn't accurate enough, it didn't help that the man could not see what was right below his eyes for the life of him. No matter how often you urged him to get reading glasses, he would always respond with a scoff.
And so now, you watched, half amused, half annoyed, at the sight of Severus leaning over his papers, quill in hand, eyes inches from the parchment, brows furrowed.
"Severus." You said, putting down your own grading on the coffee table beside you.
He glanced up only for a second before continuing to focus on his work, responding with a questioning grunt.
"You're gonna give yourself a headache."
Severus ignored you, his only response the gentle scratching of his quill upon the parchment.
Sighing, you stood up from the chair and walked over to his desk. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you peered down at the papers he was grading.
In the candle light, you could make out his thin, cramped handwriting written in the blank space between students, his feedback blunt and harsh.
"Severus you can't call an eleven year old a..." you squinted, "dim-witted imbecile."
Severus smirked, setting the quill down and turning his head to the right to look at you.
"If you had to read these assignments, you would call them the same thing." He said.
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips. You silenced it by placing small, playful kisses on his neck just below his jaw, relishing in the feeling of him relaxing under your touch.
"Take a break, love." You whispered in between kisses, "We've been grading all night."
Severus sighed, tapping his quill against the desk. "I'm almost done, I have two left."
Your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, head still buried in his neck. "Maybe I could help you, focus..." You murmered.
You didn't need to see his face to know his brow was raised. The sound of his quill tapping against the desk stopped, replaced by an anticipatory silence.
His rough hand reached up to touch your cheek, callosed fingers softly tracing your skin. "I can't leave this chair."
An idea weaved itself through the silence and into your mind. You hummed slightly, the sound muffled in his neck.
"You won't have to." You murmered in between kisses before pulling away to look at him.
"Severus... Do you want to.. try something?" You asked.
He looked at you, brow still raised. "Go on." He said, lowly.
"What if.. I sit on your lap while you grade?"
Severus smirked. "Because that worked so well for you last time?"
You playfully hit his chest, moving now so that you were infront of him, between him and the desk. "Not like that! I mean in a different way."
His dark eyes flicked between yours. "Show me."
Your hands felt their way down his chest to his trousers, unbuttoning them, unzipping. You paused, looking up at him. His facial expression was blank, but the slight tint of his cheeks and subtle depth of the rise and fall of his chest showed his anticipation.
You pulled your hands away, only to reach up under your dress and pull your underwear down, tossing it to the floor beside his chair. Severus' gaze flicked to it, before looking back up at you, pupils dilating.
Straddling him, your hands rested on his thighs, eyes looking into his. "May I?"
His gaze softened, but his breathing quickened as he nodded, hands reaching up to grip your waists as you pulled him out and positoned yourself on top of him. After a teasingly long second, you sank down slowly, hissing as you took in his length, until your thighs rested comfortably on his.
Severus exhaled shakily, looking down at the sight of your hips flush together, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. Through gritted teeth he spoke at last: "I hardly see how this is going to help me focus."
You leaned in, bringing your lips to his ear and biting gently. "Go back to grading." You whispered.
His caressing of your hips and thighs stopped, hands paused. "Keep grading? With you on me like... this?"
You bit his ear again, lips trailing down his jaw and neck, placing tender, gentle kisses. "Keep grading."
Severus hesitated for a moment, before pulling a hand away from your waist and reaching for the quill again. A hiss escaped his lips at the movement, the slightest sensation echoing through him as he adjusted the paper before him.
"Darling..." He murmered, his voice low. "Are you...."
Your right hand trailed up his back, fingers weaving between strands of his black hair, pulling his head in closer. "I'm not moving until you're finished grading."
An almost shaky exhale left his lips, his grip on your waist tightening as you heard the faint sound of quill on paper resume.
His breathing was deep, but shaky as he wrote, the sound quite slower than it was minutes ago.
"That's it." You murmered in between kisses, fingers now gently pulling his hair as you grinded down slightly, in one simple, teasing movement. "Keep going, love."
Severus hissed, his left hand gripping your hip tighter as his other hand began to write faster, scribbling his notes down with an increased motivation.
Inhaling, you allowed your fingers to continue playing with his hair as you took in his herbal, smokey scent.
For another minute there was only the sound of his laboured breathing and desperate writing, accompanied by the soft murmers and sounds of your kissing on his neck.
His breathing was getting increasingly louder, his grip on your hip tighter.
"Almost done, my love?" You whispered, placing another kiss on the sweet spot just below his ear. In another teasing movement, you rose slightly, only to sink back down on him and cease your movements once again, a soft moan leaving your mouth at the temporary satisfaction.
Severus inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your waist almost painfully. "Y/N." He hissed.
Continuing to leave kisses on his neck, you asked: "What?"
The sound that left his lips was more or less a groan as his free hand flipped the roll of parchment and the sound of quill on paper filled the tiny office once again.
"Move.." He murmered quietly, shyly. "Please."
Your fingers once again tugged gently on his hair, eliciting a small, sharp inhale from him. "Not until you finish grading."
He sighed through gritted teeth as tried his hardest to focus his attention back on the task at hand. But it was difficult to focus on anything else, with the feeling of you warm around him, your hands in his hair, mouth on his neck.... If only you would just.... move...
"However..." You whispered. "I would find it quite entertaining to keep you like this, even after you finish your grading..."
He grit his teeth.
"I wonder how long you'd last... How long it would take before you beg for me to move.. Or to let you fuck me properly.."
He stayed inhaled shakily, hand gripping you somehow even tighter as he continued to grade. "You wouldn't..." He murmered, the sound strained.
You responded immediately, your steady voice almost cutting him off: "Oh, but I would."
He twitched inside you, eliciting a small, breathy laugh from your lips. He only clenched his jaw in response, his hands trembling slightly as he marked with an increased desperation, quill working furiously over the paper.
After what felt like an agonizing eternity, he dropped the quill, both hands now on your waist, pulling you away from his neck so he could look you in the eyes.
The look in his eyes was something you'd never seen before. In the dim candlelight, his darkened gaze was intense, pupils completely dialeted, eyes flicking between yours in a silent plea. His hands gripped your waist, almost trembling.
"It's done." He said lowly.
"Is it?" You asked, moving slightly to look behind you at the now single stack of parchments and the quill lazily abandoned on the table. Black ink was spilling from the quill onto the wood of his desk. You turned back to face him, relishing in the clench of his jaw at the friction of your slightest movements.
His black hair hung across the soft flush of his cheeks as his lips parted, eyes into yours. "Please..." He murmered, the sound so low you could barely hear it.
You smirked, pulling off of him slightly only to sink back down at an agonizingly slow pace. He groaned, dark eyes fluttering shut as his hips involuntarily jerked up to greet yours.
"Please what?" You said.
His eyes remained close, cheeks flushing deeper as his voice came out barely a whisper. "Please... Darling.. Move..."
You weren't sure if it was the desperate look on his face, or your own need growing within you, but you gave in without asking him to beg any longer. Your hands resting themselves on his shoulders as you began to rise and sink back down on him, riding him slowly at first.
He let his head fall back against the chair, a soft moan escaping his mouth as his lips parted. "Yes..." He groaned. "Like that... Please..."
You moaned softly at the feeling of him, moving slowly but deliberately. Your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as you watched every micro expression on his pleasure striken face, the slight twitch of his mouth, the furrow of his brow... All arousing you even more. Knowing that you were the one who made him feel this way.... That he had begged for you... That he needed you...
His breathing quickened, eyes opening, lids heavy as he looked at you. "Love.. I'm not going to... Last long like this..." He whispered.
You moaned softly as you continued to grind down on him, moving at the same slow, passionate pace you had set.
"I know.." You moaned, "Take what you need."
That was all the permission he needed. Without pulling out of you, his hands held your thighs as he lifted you up, placing you on his desk and holding you body flush against his chest as he began to fuck you at the pace he needed for his release.
A gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it, nails clawing at his clothed back, legs wrapping around his waist. You moaned into his chest, listening to the sound of his quiet grunts.
His hands roamed over your body desperately, as if he was searching for a part of you to cling to, his grip finally settling on the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him as he continued to move faster.
"Love.." He moaned, the sound echoing off the stone walls, his rhythm faltering. "Please... I.. Can't...."
"I know." You said, the sound coming out a quick gasp. "It's okay. It's okay."
His grip on the back of your neck tightened, his other hand grasping at your waist as his hips began to stutter, shaky breathes escaping his lips.
He came with a sound that was akin to a whimper, his hips shaking, holding you tight against him as he rode out his high. He clung to you, panting for several moments as he recovered, before gently pulling your head away to look you in the eyes.
His raven hair was a mess, cheeks pink, eyes darkened as he looked down at you, expression a mix of pure relief and love. He reached down, his lips finding yours as he kissed you passionately, gently, his hands still roaming your body.
When he finally did pull his lips away, he did so only to murmer lowly against your lips: "Show me... How I can make that up to you..."
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yall i hope to god this was okay. i love sub snape and tbh he probably is a sub more than a dom in a lot of instances but i feel like i just didnt do this justice for some reason but i tried so i hope its okay :((
thank u for the request <3
Just a random thought...
Do you think Severus would groan, whimper, moan, or scream when he releases?
Idk XD they're different right? :"]
What do you think he'd do when he does 😅
Thaz all... Hope yall having a great day 😌
I really think they have interacted more than once XD
What yall think?
lupin: it's really easy to say nice things to people. watch. severus, you are, uh... deep down, i suspect you're a lovely and kind person
snape: thanks
lupin:
snape:
lupin: uh, now you're supposed to say something nice back
snape: i already said thanks
PART 2 OF "THE MAHOUTOKORO DADA PROFESSOR" COMING OUT ON OCT 6!
READY YOUR HORSES >:D IT'S GONNA BE ONE HECK OF A RIDE >:3
Also fair warning... Part 2 is NSFW as per requested in the votes :3
Part one here
AGREED! he looks so soft and squishy... I'd cherish him tbf
sub!snape headcanons :)
{part one}
im working on some sub!snape fics rn (ur requests), but in the mean time... have this
im high. so i apologize if thiss is a mess. pls ignore the grammar or whatever
warnings: NSFW, explicit, smutty (MINORS DNI OR I STG)
alright here we go (virgin, inexperienced, sub!snape)
My headcanons about...
Kissing: I honestly, this is kinda sad, but i imagine that sev was always really scared to be kissed because he thought it would be a prank. The first time you kiss him would have to be somewhere private, for this reason and the fact he hates pda, and you'd have to ask him. (i mean obviously, consent is important folks) but i mean, like literally verbally, "Severus, can I kiss you?" And i think at first his face is just blank, like hes trying to figure out if you're serious, amd he gets all flustered, and blushing and like "i, uh, you want.. are u sure? i.." or he is literally speechless and just nods
Kissing Cont. As the kissing gets more intimate i feel like hed be breathing pretty heavily. we know this man is skilled at occulemency and can control his emotions sooo well.. but when it comes to this... i think that man lets it go and is just a shaky, panting, flustered mess
Teasing: Especially in the beginning, he doesn't like to tease you or make moves. One, he's impatient. Two, he doesn't really know what to do and is scared of doing the wrong thing and messing up. But the second you start kissing on his neck... Running your hands down his body...
Preferences: sub!snape i think def prefers gentle!dom. i don't think he'd be totally against pain or stuff like that... but especially at first and for the most part, imo he would prefer to be taken care of. like lets bffr, his entire life he was neglected, touch starved and forced to always be in control. I think he would crave giving in, letting someone else control him
Prefrences Cont. He keeps his clothes on, especially at first. prob the trauma, mixed with insecurity, mixed with a bunch of other fun stuff. But at first, he is nearly fully clothed.
Kinks: Praise. 100%. And if you asked him before you guys had had sex about praise he probably would've scoffed. But the second you're on top of him the first time, moaning his name, saying how good hes making you feel, how well he's going... I think hes like o h. also slight degredation
Kinks cont. I don't think he'd like to be tied up tbh. as pretty as that'd be.. i think he'd need to touch you, feel you, his hands roaming everywhere. being pinned down by your wrists is different tho
Fav positions: when he's sub! he def likes you riding him, pinning his wrists down, taking what you need from him. he gets to see your whole body.. and relax for once and be a lil selfish in his own pleasure
Oral: sub!snape def prefers to give as opposed to recieving, i think this about dom!snape too, but especially about sub!snape. especially when you ride his face, when he gets to look up at you, watch your face contort in pleasure... especially when you grind down on him, but giving sub!snape head is like, a religious experience fam. on jah, on your jaw, dun dun tiss. yea that man is a shaking, whimpering mess, his hands clawing at the sheets, panting, cursing, begging. yep
His first time: lets be honest guys. he aint lasting long. but i think he would be like THIS? is what its like? and then proceed to overexhaust himself by going ten times because how in the world had he never felt this before.
misc.
he never used to touch himself much, insecurity and yk depression, but since you... whenever you're gone... he fucks his pillows yep i said it.
he def likes to edged, and having to beg for it. idk why, but i'd die on this hill.
he blushes so easy. like so easy. the man is so pale, one compliment or small kiss and his face is red
he's relatively quiet. he's verbal, but doesn't moan very loud. more so whispers, begs, quietly.. especially at first when he's more shy. but when he starts to get desperate, maybe after a lil bit of edging... he whimpers when he cums and thats just the truth
but if you compliment those whimpers.. tell him how much it turns you on.. he'll let them out even more
building on that, he wants to please you. be good for you. know that he's doing it right. in a horny way and also in a kinda emotional like.. she really does want me look at how shes reacting kinda way
loves to watch your face when he's making you cum
the first time you pull his hair hes like oh....
needs a lil extra aftercare after being sub! cause its a very vulnerable thing for him.. but his fav is just to lie there, cuddle you, bonus points if you praise him and tell him how proud you are of him
this was shameless.
cheerio xx
IMAGINE!
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As you caressed his cheeks ever so softly, feeling his warmth dancing through the tip of your fingers.
You hear him sigh as he slowly opens his eyes, his dark languid eyes looking straight up to yours.
'Oh what a bliss to be with such a beautiful man' you thought to yourself as you smile. Placing small circles just below his eyes with your thumb.
"Y/n" he calls you, halting you from your thoughts.
"Yes My Prince?" as your other hand slithered behind him, pulling him closer.
He sighs at your touch, "You really need to stop caling me that," as he chuckles softly. His dark and husky voice echoing through the room.
"Never." as you slowly pulled closer, your right hand still on his cheek and your right slowly caressing his waist as he did with your hips.
Kissing his soft tender lips.
Bliss indeed, this must be what it is.
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My brain running ideas right now XD
My fingers too XD
I had to... Your art IS IMMACULATE **CHEF'S KISS
I hope you don't mind aha~ 🐧
Day 22 of snapetober. The prompt is touch starved.
Tip the artist, pretty please? | Commissions are open!
YESSSS <3!!!
"Snape is bad, you couldn't change him"
Who said I want to change him? He is who he is. I love him as he is, I don't need him to change
We stan Lily Evans.
