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— Merri Cyr
Where are the older guys that actually care and aren’t lustful???
“I have tattoos older than you”
Ok well my clothes just fell off

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Men who actually are sweet without only wanting nudes >>>>
Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"
thigh riding to soft cockwarming severus while he grades papers on his desk in his office thoughtsss?
Title: Grading Papers
PAIRING: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader || Harry Potter CATEGORIES: smut WARNING: thigh riding, cockwarming HINT: Quick scenario: riding Severus while he grades papers. WORD COUNT: 1k

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Best friend! Marauders Era! Severus Snape Headcanons:
<hiii :) Sorry this is not proofread. If there are any mistakes, let me know!!! also, i'm taking request teehee>
You met Severus through Lily.
The auburn haired girl with freckled skin, missing a front tooth, invited you to sit with them on the Hogwarts Express on the very first day of school. While Lily was lively, kind, and sweet, the boy who followed her around like a shadow contrasted like the moon to the sun.
In the entirety your 11 year old wisdom, you thought he looked like an old soul trapped into a young child's body, as if one of the castle's ghosts you read about in "Hogwarts: A history" took possession of him.
The train car was filled with chatter of you and Lily. The girl, still over the moon about her recent discovery of wizardry, explained all there was about being a muggle, her home, her sister that she will miss so much, her lovely parent and Cokesworth, where she met Severus — the name of the raven haired boy, who kept fidgeting with a loose button of his robes up until now. At the mention of his name, he grunted and nodded in response.
The entirety of the first year was spent like this: you and Lily having fun, and Severus existing at the same place, nodding or mumbling when his name was called. Without Lily carrying the conversation, Severus wouldn't even dare to look up from his frayed shoe laces.
With time, you get more syllables out of Snape. By the second year, the boy is far more confident in his skills, acing (almost) every test. When all the dusty, gigantic books in the library won't do their job of explaining Professor Flitwick latest class, your first instinct was to look for him.
Alone by the black lake, reading his own book with more notes by the margins that were text by the actual author on the page, Severus was unbothered by the crunch of the leaves around him until his name was heard. He was startled, but didn't show — it wasn't James voice that called to him, so it was always a relief.
With a quivering pout from the frustration of not figuring out your spells in time for the test that starts in half an hour, you ask, as politely as you can, if Severus can help you. He is the smartest guy she knows, and no book guide or different flicks of the wand seemed to help. Godric, at this point, you're even wondering if you belong in Hogwarts anymore! No matter what you did, nothing would change. Did your magic just vanish?
Severus tried not to take your compliments seriously. Everybody on Hogwarts seemed to agree that he was a slimy git, as Sirius so eloquently puts it. Y/N probably was just saying that, trying to get his favor. Nothing more.
But he still sighed and patted the grass by his side.
He corrected her pronunciation. Explained the proper technique. Positioned her hands in place. And by twenty minutes, what once was a chipped teacup, turned into a lazy mouse that slept inside her pocket.
Severus was just helping his friend's friend. Just that. He doesn't exactly care.
Or he tries to convince himself.
The smile and the happy squeal you let out when gold sparkles came out from the end of your wand the minute the spell was cast tugged some strings in his heart.
Since then, study sessions have become a thing. And little by little, they turned longer. More frequent. Just the two of you, in the less frequented corners of the library.
With time, the books were forgotten as Severus complained about his housemates, and you shared some gossip you heard back in your dorm. He would pretend not to care about such frivolity. But of course, over dinner, he would whisper about what he saw on his own.
"I saw Jessica from Hufflepuff with Charlie alone on the 3rd floor... Which is a bit weird, considering she is seeing Louis from Ravenclaw... I didn't snooped. They were just in the way of where I was going."
With the years going by, you felt like you blinked, and the boy who wouldn't dare look at your general direction suddenly was snoring in your bed in frequent sleepovers, when the marauders pulled a prank on the Slytherin dorms — what turned out to be an almost weekly thing.
Being close with someone so quiet, the habit of reading together was a must to keep the friendship. Not necessarily the same book, but it was oddly comforting to hear him scribbling furiously on his potion book while you leafed through a muggle magazine.
He would interrupt your reading to complain about something wrong in the orientations. He doesn't mean to be a bother — but his mumbling isn't exactly silent, with all the heavy sighs.
Quiet is a defining word for your friendship.
Quit commentary on other students dumb behavior through shared glances on a crowded classroom. A wide gaze, met with a sharp eyeroll, returned by a sly smirk. There was no real need for occlumency when your thoughts were already so obvious to Severus.
Quiet appreciation. When you wake up late for breakfast, there is always a plate with what you usually eat waiting for you — not that he notices, of course. You just get so annoying when you're hungry, he just might prevent that! The fact that there is the most indulgent, gooey, and hot piece of brownies on your plate is a mere coincidence.
Also, quiet jealousy.
Making Snape open up to more than one friend was an already hard enough process. So, of course he would get irrationally jealous every time you spend too much time with somebody else. You spent three hours with him, but three hours and one minute with some other person? Expect pouting, cutting answers, and cold glares.
You ask what's wrong, and he denies any alteration on his usual mood. Typical.
Thankfully, his sweet tooth makes Severus very easy to win over pesky problems.
Severus usually disappears after the Marauders's pranks, usually by the forbidden forest, collecting herbs for his potions and cursing to himself.
Once, you followed Severus there to check on him. To the slytherin, seing you seeing him in such a disheveled state was more embarrassing to him han whatever the marauders did. His pants were stained by the dirt, his hair full of knots from nervously messing with his hands every few seconds and a tear stained puffy face. For a second, he was scared that you would too make fun of him.
Hearing the worried cadence of your voice, feeling the comforting squeeze on his shoulders by your soft hands... Surprisingly, it all sent Severus to a fearful state: what if you think he is pathetic, and you're acting out of pity?
Severus Snape doesn't need your pity. He is lanky, poor, and too introverted for his own good. But he is the smartest boy in his year — and hell, the whole school! —, he doesn't need anyone's sympathy! And with his fists closed and an angry scowl, he is very energetic to tell you so.
Of course you don't leave. You're already used to his stubborn ways, to his wounded ego. You simply sit by his side on the damp grass, sigh, and lay your head on his shoulder.
He freezes, for a whole minute. His breath stops in utter panic, but soon relaxes, little by little, when he realizes the soft pressure on his body and the smell of your shampoo is surprisingly... soothing.
Severus wouldn't admit it, obviously. He still muttered under his breath about how annoying and clingy you are, but didn't dare to move a muscle in fear of sending you away.
After this first occasion, Severus unconsciously grew softer. Gentler. The tone he carried in his voice was brighter when talking to you, the discreet smirk he called a smile more prominent in your time together.
It was obvious to anyone that met Severus that his friendship with Lily, Mulciber, Lucius, or anyone wasn't like yours.
No one would point it out in fear of getting hexed by the raven haired boy, obviously.
Ride
(NSFW Snape x Wife!Reader – Thigh Riding) MDNI
A/N: I’m alive. Past two weeks have been so stressful, but I’ll be finishing up and posting everything in my drafts soon <3
“You wanted attention.”
That was all he said when he pulled you into his office, your back pressed against the closed door, robes askew, his eyes dark with promise and restraint.
“You paraded around my classroom,” he said, voice sharp, measured, “in that ridiculous outfit, crossing your legs every time I looked at you.”
His hands didn’t move. He didn’t touch you.
“You smiled like you knew what you were doing.”
You did.
Now you sat straddling his thigh in his desk chair, skirt bunched around your hips, your soaked underwear pushed aside. His trousers were still on. His shirt barely wrinkled. And his thigh? Perfectly still.
“Go on, then,” he said, voice like smoke. “You wanted my attention. Now you have it.”
You whimpered softly, grinding down once — testing — and shivered.
He exhaled slowly, arms resting on the chair, like you weren’t currently using him to get yourself off.
“Don’t stop now,” he murmured. “I want to watch you come on my leg like a common little—”
Your gasp cut him off as your hips moved again, slower this time, finding a rhythm against the firm muscle of his thigh. Every roll sent heat coiling low in your stomach. Every little shift dragged friction across your clit so perfectly it almost hurt.
He didn’t move. Didn’t help.
He just watched.
“You look so pathetic,” he whispered, eyes locked on the way your lips parted with every grind. “So desperate. You were so proud earlier, weren’t you? Acting like you were in control.”
Your pace faltered. His hands twitched, resisting the urge to grab your hips.
“You don’t come,” he said firmly, “until I say.”
“Please,” you gasped.
“Faster.”
You obeyed. Hips rocking harder now, chasing that delicious pressure, the heat building fast and reckless in your core. Your thighs trembled. Your head fell forward. Your hands gripped his shoulders for balance.
“Look at me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried—but your body was unraveling, every nerve focused on the friction, the heat, the aching pressure curling tighter and tighter—
“Now.”
You came with a sob, legs shaking, whole body clinging to him as he finally—finally—wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close.
His lips brushed your ear.
“Next time, you’ll ask before teasing me. Won’t you?”
You nodded against his shoulder, breathless, ruined.
And he still hadn’t even unbuttoned his trousers.
Hellooooo!! If its okay, could you pls do a fic with established severus × wife reader (who is also a professor) who hits his humor PERFECTLY‼️
Im talking, biting his tongue, turning red, FIGHTING to keep his composure and not burst out laughing from something she says or does, ESPECIALLY IN THe GREAT HALL‼️
He has a reputation🙄 he cant be caught giggling!
(But in the end, he eventually bursts into laughter during one of the staff meetings, leaving dumbledore and McGonagall jawdropped)
I FIND THIS SO FUNNY TO ME HELPPPP
Foolish, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader
A/N: Tried my absolute best with this. As always, not proof read.
Enjoy!
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Good Little Wife
Summary: Kinktober 2025, Day 5 - Husband/Wife kink
Pairings: Severus Snape x f!reader
Warnings/tags: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI - Soft Severus, thoughts of marriage, Severus gets hot and bothered by someone calling you his wife
A/N: I struggled with naming this one, but overall I’m happy with how it turned out. I had a dream about Severus being married and just couldn’t shake it out, so consider this the result of that. Can either be viewed before or after the war :)
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The streets of Hogsmeade were busier than usual for a chill autumn evening. All around you were students with their Hogwarts cloaks, darting from store to store, villagers idly chatting along the sidewalks, and leaves leisurely floating through the gentle breeze. You had convinced Severus to slip away with you, to have an afternoon just to yourselves and away from all the papers that needed grading over the weekend.
It had been a little over three years since you started this relationship with Hogwarts’ great potions master, and while the question of marriage had never been brought up, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about it. The thought of Severus as your husband never failed to make you feel giddy with excitement. You wouldn’t dare push Severus towards the thought, though, knowing he’d bring it up whenever he was ready.

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