Submissive Pain Slut

Guys, this isn’t even a question. My Snape is Book Snape, always. One hundred percent. A million percent. Book Snape is incredible.

As for Movie Snape… this is something I’ve said many times before, and I’ll probably repeat another 25000 times. I have a huge amount of respect for Alan Rickman as an actor, because I genuinely think he was phenomenal. I’ve seen him in loads of things — I’m a massive film buff — and I think he was wonderful. But his Snape, to me, feels like a man who walked out of a Brontë novel, whereas Book Snape feels like someone straight out of an Irvine Welsh novel. And I will take the Snape who reminds me of Irvine Welsh a thousand times over. It’s not even a debate.

I have absolutely no attachment to Movie Snape. Whenever I talk about Snape, write about him, or come up with headcanons about him, I’m never thinking about the version from the films. I’m thinking about Book Snape, because he’s magnificent. He’s a working-class man, raised in a shitty neighbourhood, who spends years trying to become part of a reality that fundamentally doesn’t belong to him: the ultra-elitist, aristocratic environment embodied by Slytherin House. But at the same time, traces of that working-class upbringing are still deeply ingrained in him, and he can’t help it. It comes out. Whenever something triggers him, it comes out. When Severus gets triggered, you see that kid from a rough, working-class neighbourhood emerge again. Because that’s where he comes from. He grew up in an industrial town in the 1960s, and even within that industrial town — which in itself is significant — he came from one of its worst areas.

He’s someone who is perpetually socially displaced. He’s constantly trying to belong to a sphere that isn’t truly his. At the same time, he has this fascinating duality: he was raised entirely within the Muggle world, essentially as if he were a Muggle himself, and yet he’s also a wizard. His upbringing was completely Muggle, and that’s not something you can simply erase. It’s wonderful.

I mean, this is a man who referees a Quidditch match and, when things aren’t going the way he wants, starts spitting on the ground. Is there anything more stereotypically working-class-bloke-from-a-rough-neighbourhood than that? It’s basically: I can’t swear because I’m a teacher, so I’ll just spit on the grass instead. It’s glorious.

Rickman’s Snape is sophisticated. Book Snape is not sophisticated at all. He’s someone with massive triggers, who behaves like a brat, who’s incredibly immature at times, and while you can understand why because of the trauma, that doesn’t change the fact that he often acts like a child. He stoops to the level of the students he’s teaching, despite being twenty years older than them. He’s marvellous. He’s like an angry, feral cat.

Snape is a character that walked out of a TERFs children's book that was clearly ripped off from several other well known works, by a woman(I'm saying woman very lightly she is a slug) who marketed herself as a man so she could sell more books to kids then turned around and lost her damp moldy mind over Trans people simply existing while continuing to profit off of pretending to be a fucking man, Robert Galbraith, the name that "separates" her from Harry Potter, is clearly a pathetic attempt to hide from her bad press and trick another fan base into fueling her hate filld disgusting immoral life style, be so for real here..

In private he makes me beg for orgasms, he ignores my pleas, he holds my head into the toilet, he denies my pussy and fucks my ass, he pisses over me and makes me make out with his asshole as a reminder of my place.

A man to claim me as his property. I want him to buy me from my father and get married as soon as possible. At our wedding, he will decide if I wear a dress, lingerie, or nothing as I am paraded in front of our friends and families down the aisle. As soon as he says “I do” (as I have not say in the matter), he may command me to give him a blowjob at the altar. Better yet, he can just bend me over and fuck me right there.

After the wedding he will bring me to his home, maybe brand me depending on the man, and breed me vigorously. Multiple loads into my pussy to make sure I’ll get pregnant, then he’ll plug me up overnight. Some women birth dozens of a man’s children’s. I hope I am one of them so I can say I served my purpose as a woman and his property to the best of my ability.

Despite being pregnant, I will cook and clean for my owner with no complaint, for if I disobey he will spank me red, pregnant or not. My breasts, hips, and belly will grow with his child until I feel like I’m about to pop. Probably twins.

Still, he spanks me every week so I never forget my place. He fucks me without notice, even while I’m preoccupied with cooking or cleaning. When he wants to piss, he tells me to open my mouth.

I give birth at home, with only my husband and a midwife. He doesn’t want me to have an epidural because the pain of childbirth is punishment for being born a female. He wants me nude so he can see the full experience.

Once the midwife says the baby is coming, my husband takes his cock out and tells me that being fucked in the ass is supposed to coax the baby out. Even in the pain of childbirth, I say “Yes, Sir” and raise my legs so my knees rest on either side of my head.

Every time the midwife says “push,” my husband thrusts into my ass. He says my tightening feels great. He makes sure to cum on my face and tits. He doesn’t care if the midwife sees him fucking me, she’s just a woman.

It’s all worth it when the baby is born, knowing that I have served my purpose as a woman. Holding the child gives me an indescribable fullness.

It isn’t long before my husband puts me in the milking stocks overnight. He doesn’t want the baby sucking on my nipples directly in fear of my tits becoming less attractive.