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inanimate object fucking:
Pairing: solo snape.

Severus Snape stood in his office in the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a small cauldron bubbling away on a desk in the corner. His dark robes billowed around him as he stepped towards it. He reached down and picked up a stirring rod before slowly plunging it into the cauldron. With a flick of his wrist he stirred the potion, his dark eyes fixed on the swirling liquid.

Snape's expression remained impassive though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he continued to stir the potion, the stirring rod plunging in and out of the cauldron with an odd rhythm. His fingers gripped the rod tightly. The exhaustion from the long day was catching up to him, his mental status altered.

Snape put the stirring rod back on the desk beside the cauldron with a clatter and stumbled over towards his desk. He leaned heavily against it, one hand gripping the edge, his fingers leaving small indents in the wood. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensations running through his body.

Severus's eyes opened and settled on a particularly phallic looking glass vial sitting on the desk. He picked it up, turning it over in his fingers, his mind racing with the possibilities. He felt a throbbing in his trousers, he threw his head back, biting his lip.

Severus's breathing quickened, the glass vial still clutched tightly in his hand. He closed his eyes again, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts. His free hand drifted to the front of his trousers, tracing the outline of the bulge there. He felt a shiver of pleasure run through him as he ran his hand over the fabric. He moaned softly, bucking his hips up into his hand as he studied the phallic vial.. it tempted him in a specific way.

His fingers closed around the vial, his mind made up. With a swift movement, he flicked the cap open with his thumb and pulled the glass object free. He closed his eyes again and placed the open end against his lips, the cool glass a stark contrast against his heated flesh. He moved his mouth around the vial, simulating a blowjob. He continued to palm his cock, small groans leaving his open lips.

Severus's mouth was wet and warm around the vial, his tongue running along the length of it, mimicking the movements he would make if it was something else instead. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, his fingers gripping the vial and the edges of the desk. He felt his self-control slipping away as he pulled the back of his trousers and underwear down, summoning a bottle of his homemade lube.

His fingers trembled as he grabbed the bottle, uncapping it with a *snap*. He dribbled some of the translucent fluid onto his hand, the liquid cool against his heated skin. He groaned, his eyes closing once again as he grasped his length and spread the slippery fluid over it. It felt so good, a relief to finally touch himself, to find some sort of release from the tension. He began to stroke, long, smooth movements that made him feel almost weak with desire. He gasped, the slick sound of his hand moving over his flesh arousing him even more. He needed it inside him, he could wait no more.

Severus took the vial from his mouth, setting it down and turning to lean forward against the desk, his buttocks out, exposed. With shaking hands he pressed his fingers against his entrance, the coolness of the fluid making him shiver. He pushed a finger inside, letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure. He knew he was stretched and prepared well, but not being able to wait any longer, he pushed another finger inside, the feeling overwhelming him. Severus moaned, wanting more. He brought the vial down and slowly pushed it in, groaning.

He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he pushed the vial in, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him. The cool glass of the vial contrasted sharply with his overheated body, making his head swam as he pushed it further inside himself. He was too far gone to care about the burn, the slight discomfort - he needed it, wanted to feel full and complete.

Severus held the vial tightly in one hand, his other hand grasping the edge of the desk, as he began to move. The sensation of the vial, the glass smooth and unyielding inside of him, was overwhelming, leaving him trembling and panting. He tried to keep his movements slow and steady so as not to break the vial, but it was almost impossible with how good it felt, with how desperate he was for release.

His cock thudded against the desk, the tip wet and glistening with pre-cum but he needed more, he wanted to be filled and to feel pleasure, he wanted more of the glassy-smooth object and the liquid in the vial, how it felt when it hit the walls inside him, it just wasn't enough. He pushed it as deep as it could go, moaning loudly as it bounced against his prostate.

He gasped, his body arching involuntarily as it struck that special spot inside of him. He bit his lip, the mixture of pleasure and pain making his head swim. His whole body felt like it was on fire, the sensations too much and yet not enough all at once. He needed more, and he knew the only way to get it was to keep moving, to keep pushing the vial in and out in a desperate attempt at chasing his orgasm.

His lip trembled, his prostate being repeatedly hit. His orgasm hit him like a train, cum flying out of his engorged erection and all over his hand and the table.

His body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, his cry of pleasure filling the room, his hand desperately clinging to the edge of the desk to keep him upright. His mind was blank, his only thought that of the overwhelming pleasure that still coursed through him, that made his whole body shake. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the glass vial slipping from his grasp. He groaned as the last of his orgasm faded, leaving him boneless and exhausted. He collapsed back into the chair, sucking the cum off of his hand.

He couldn't help but to bring his hand up, cleaning it meticulously. His hand still trembled as it brought it up to his lips, the taste still lingering there, the evidence of his own lust still staining his fingers. The satisfaction was like a drug, a sweet high that he never wanted to come down from. He leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes, fully satisfied.

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Forced/non con:
Pairing: Severus snape/unnamed woman/audience of death eaters.

Voldemort looked around the table, a smirk on his lips. He was in a good mood tonight. His gaze finally fell on Severus and he spoke up, "Severus, come here."

The other death eaters snickered excitedly as Snape stood and began walking towards Voldemort, his face tight with anxiety but also excitement. He knew deep down what he was in for, and it wouldn’t be pleasant.

"Kneel," Voldemort commanded. Snape knelt before him, looking up at his Master with unmasked fear and anticipation. Voldemort looked around the room, taking in the grinning faces of his followers. "It is time for a little...entertainment." He waved his hand and the doors to the room slammed shut.

"Severus," Voldemort said, "Undress." The room was suddenly silent, all eyes on Severus as he began to remove his clothes. He took his time, slowing unbuttoning his white button down, the starting on his black trousers. His hands shook slightly but he held up his mental wards, knowing he couldn’t let them slip.

The death eaters watched unblinking as Snape's pale skin was revealed. Some of them leered, while others exchanged excited looks. Voldemort's eyes roved over Snape's body, taking in every detail, every scar, every blemish.

Voldemort's eyes lingered on a few particularly large scars. "Interesting scars you have, Severus." He said, his voice dripping with cruelty, knowing he caused a significant amount of them himself. The other death eaters chuckled. Severus’ thoughts faltered.

Voldemort seemed to sense his trepidation and leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Snape. "Don't worry, my dear Severus. I won't bite...hard." The death eaters snickered, clearly enjoying this display of humiliation. Not one of them knew that within the hour, the humiliation would be placed on them too.

Voldemort smiled at the thought as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over Snape's trembling form. "Come closer, my dear." The large oak doors creaked open, revealing a bound woman being dragged by two armed death eaters, who dropped the woman at Voldemort’s feet, and taking a seat with their fellow death eaters.

The woman looked up at Voldemort with wide, terrified eyes. Her face was bruised and dirty, and she was dressed in a loose-fitting dress that vaguely revealed the shape of her body. She began to sobbing softly, trembling in fear as she waited for Voldemort to speak.

Voldemort looked down at the woman with a smirk on his face. "Ah, it seems we have a guest joining us tonight.” Snape looked on as Voldemort leaned back in his chair, his eyes glittering with something dark and sinister. The death eaters around him chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. He felt exposed, sitting completely naked in front of at least thirty fellow followers.

The death eaters continued to stare at him, their gazes crawling over his body like physical touches. He could feel their eyes lingering on his most intimate parts, and he tried desperately to cover himself with his hands, but it was no use. Voldemort watched him with a smirk, clearly enjoying his discomfort. He signalled for Severus to approach the woman, and he spelled her clothing off, leaving her exposed along with Severus.

Severus reluctantly approached the woman, his hands trembling as he cast the spell that made her clothing disappear. The death eaters catcalled and whistled, clearly enjoying the show. Meanwhile, the woman's eyes widened in fear as she realized what was happening. She started to struggle against her bonds, but the death eaters holding her tightened their grip on her.

Voldemort waved a hand towards Severus, almost as if he was giving him permission to penetrate her. Although he was ashamed, Severus knew this was wrong, he couldn’t help his body’s natural reaction to the naked woman led before him, and his erection grew.

The death eaters roared with laughter as they watched Snape's body react to the woman in front of him. Voldemort smirked, clearly enjoying the show. "Go on, Severus. She's all yours." He laughed evilly as Severus crouched over her shaking body.

Severus slid his cock into her warmth, breathing shakily. He knew this was wrong, *so* wrong, but he couldn’t resist his primal urges to thrust into her tight canal.

The woman cried out as Snape entered her, her face twisted in pain and anguish.

The death eaters continued to cheer and egg him on, their voices blending together in a frenzy of excitement. Voldemort was silent, his eyes fixed on Snape's face as he continued to thrust into the woman. His expression was one of satisfaction, as if he was enjoying every moment of this sadistic show.

Severus’s dark locks fell over his pale face, his thrusts beginning to turn more rapid, fuelled by his hatred for the man on the throne before him. He pushed all his emotions to the back of his mind, grunting as his hips slapped against the woman’s buttocks.

The death eaters continued to cheer and catcall, their excitement growing with each thrust. The woman's cries became more frequent, her body trembling in pain as Snape's pace quickened. Voldemort watched on, his face a stoic mask but his eyes betraying his satisfaction with the scene unfolding before him.

Severus began to pant, grunting harder as his thrusts grew in roughness. He pounded into the woman’s warmth, the throbbing in his cock growing. He could feel his orgasm building. The embarrassment was pushed so far back, he was completely focused on reaching his orgasm.

The woman was whimpering now, her body writhing in pain and humiliation as Snape continued his rough assault. The death eaters were getting louder and more raucous, their eyes fixed on the scene before them. Voldemort's gaze flicked up to Snape's face, taking in his expression of pain and pleasure. He could see the moment Snape's climax reached its peak and he smirked as Severus exploded into the woman, his body tending as he grunted in pleasure, holding his weight above the violated woman.

The woman cried out as Severus's release filled her, her body trembling helplessly as he held himself above her. The death eaters cheered and celebrated as they watched the scene unfold, their cries growing louder as Snape withdrew. Voldemort's smirk widened as he looked at Snape, clearly enjoying the display of domination.

Severus pulled out, casting a spell to clean himself before he dressed again. He glanced at the sobbing woman, knowing he had no choice but to do what he had just done. He knelt by Voldemort’s feet once more, awaiting his dismissal.

Voldemort looked down at Snape with a pleased expression on his face. "Well done, Severus. You have pleased me tonight." The death eaters were still cheering and shouting, their voices growing more and more raucous by the moment. Voldemort raised a hand to silence them, and immediately the room fell into a tense silence.

"I have a task for you, Severus," Voldemort said, his voice quiet but firm. Snape lifted his head, looking up at his Master with anticipation. "Yes, my Lord?"

Voldemort stood, walking towards Snape and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to return to Hogwarts and keep an eye on Dumbledore. Make sure he doesn't try anything... foolish."

Snape nodded, his expression serious. "I understand, my Lord. I will do whatever it takes to complete this task." He rises from his kneeling position.

Voldemort nodded in approval as Snape stood up. "Very well. You are dismissed." The death eaters murmured amongst themselves as Snape made his way towards the door. He could feel their gazes following him, their expressions a mix of jealousy and disdain.

Severus glanced back as he walked away, knowing that the deep rooted shame and guilt would likely never go away. He had been forced to de-file an innocent woman, he knew he had to speak to Albus. This had to stop.

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Chapter Text

voyeurism:
Pairing: snape/ James/lily

Severus Snape stands behind the corner of the corridor watching as James Potter and Lily Evans kiss and laugh. He watches silently as they walk hand in hand into the library, disappearing amongst the stacks.

Severus follows, he sees James and Lily sitting in a secluded corner of the library. James whispers something into Lily's ear and she laughs gently, lightly slapping his thigh. He feels a sharp jolt of jealousy. All he can do is watch as they fool around.

Severus's heart pounds rapidly as he watches the two of them grow more intimate. He can't seem to tear his gaze away as he watches James's hand slowly move up lily’s pale, exposed thigh and gently crawl under her layered skirt.

Lily gasps and looks up, glancing around and almost catching sight of Severus, but the quiet teen ducks behind a row of books. His face burns with mixed emotions as he continues to peek, unable to help himself, it’s just so enticing.

James and Lily return to their previous activity. Lily moans quietly, her head tilted back against the bookcase as James's hand continues to move. Severus watches, unable to look away from them. His breathing becomes ragged as he tries to contain the rush of emotions coursing through him. They stand and quickly rush to a more secluded corner of the library, Severus follows, almost like a cheetah hunting its prey.

Severus creeps behind them, staying back enough that they don't notice him. He watches as they find a secluded nook in the library stacks. They kiss and cling to each other, completely unaware of their observer. He watches lily’s hand caress James’ bulge, feeling pure hot rage consume him.

Severus stands, gripping the bookshelf, his knuckles turning white from anger. He watches as Lily's hand continues to explore, causing James to moan softly with pleasure. His teeth grind, his jaw tight. He can't stand the sight of it, can't stand knowing that she's with *him*, of all people.

Lily pushes James up against the bookshelf and he chuckles, burying his nose in her neck. His hands run up and down her sides, eventually landing on her hips and pulling her close, grinding against her. Severus's breath catches as he watches, completely unable to tear his gaze away, his anger and jealousy reaching new heights.

Severus can see lily’s panties fall around her ankles. He wishes he was closer, close enough to smell her musk.. to see the wet stain on those gorgeous satin underwear. His head snaps back up to James as he hears an unzipping.

He sees James's zipper come undone and his hand disappear under Lily's skirt. They're both breathing heavily, panting, and Severus can't help but lean forward, desperate to see more. He takes a step closer, then another, his heart pounding. His hand clenches the edge of the bookshelf, nails digging into the wood. He's so close now, so close to seeing what he desires but can never have.

His own hand trails down to the growing tent in his trousers, gently palming his substantial erection as he watches his life-long crush and sworn enemy fornicate.

He takes another step forward, his body trembling with desire, his mind at war with itself. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn't be watching, but he can't help himself. With a hand on the shelf for support, he leans to the side and gets a better view. From this angle, he can see the outline of James's hard cock in his boxers, and the thought of it makes him shiver with anticipation. He can almost smell the scent of sex in the air.

He watches James pull himself out of his boxers revealing a suspending sight. Severus sucks in a breath, unable to look away as he gets a good look at James's dick. It's bigger than he had expected, thicker too, and he feels a pang of envy and jealousy. He can't help but notice the way Lily's looking at it, her eyes wide and hungry. His hand is moving faster now, gripping his bulge, his mind clouded with desire and hatred. He hates himself for wanting this and yet he can't help but want it.

He hears the classic squelch of two bodies binding together in such an intimate act. He tries to listen without making too much noise, wanting desperately to hear them. He almost feels like he's transported to another time and place, where this isn't happening right in front of him, but he is so painfully present that he can almost taste the saltiness of their sweat. His own cock is throbbing, begging to be allowed release.

He grips himself harder, biting his lip to hold back any noise. He looks up in time to see Lily's head thrown back, her face in ecstasy. James's hand is on her hip, controlling her movements, and Severus can see the muscles in his arm flex and release. He's torn between wanting to be in James's position and wanting him to disappear forever. He hears lily’s small moans and it fuels him with enough anger to destroy the whole castle if he was so inclined.

Every sound she makes, every breath, every moan brings a new wave of rage and desire. His hand is moving faster now, driven by pure lust and hatred. He's tempted to reveal himself, to step in and take her, even if only to see the look of shock on James's face but he doesn't. He stands and watches like a masochistic voyeur.

Severus can’t help it any longer, the sight of James pale buttocks thrusting backs and forth into what he can only imagine is a warm and wet heavenly cavern, it’s too much. His cock spurts into his hand, he bites his lip to hold back the groans.

He shudders in his climax, feeling satisfied and disgusted at the same time. The sight of James with Lily and the sounds of their pleasure still echo in his ears, driving him wild with anger but also with desire. He leans his forehead against the bookshelf, trying to regain control of his breathing as the two teens in front of him reach their own climaxes.

Severus watches, unable to look away. He hears their moans and sighs, sees their bodies shudder with pleasure. His own orgasm is long gone, replaced by a feeling of emptiness and despair. He wants to turn away but he can’t, he’s stuck in this torturous cycle of voyeurism and longing.

He watches James tuck himself back into his pants and Lily readjust her skirt. They share a quick kiss, whispering something to each other, giggling quietly. It feels like a knife twisting in his already wounded heart. He wants to scream, to storm over there and punch James in the face, but he doesn't. He just stand and watches as they continue their lives as if Nothing had happened.

They finally step out of the nook, completely oblivious to his presence. Severus watches them go, still shaking with anger and arousal. The thought that they could just walk away from this, while he's left to deal with his own conflicted emotions feels like a crushing weight on his chest.

He stands there for what feels like an eternity, his mind racing with thoughts and feelings that he can't make sense of. Part of him wants Lily, wants to be the one to make her moan and shudder, but he knows that can never happen. He’s the friend, the awkward nerd, while James is the handsome jock who gets whatever he wants.

And yet, a part of him can't help but feel a sick satisfaction at what just happened. He's seen a side of Lily that few others have. He's seen her in a way that James never will. It's a twisted sort of victory, but it's victory nonetheless. As he watches them disappear from sight, he can't help but wonder if he'll ever get another chance like this. If he'll ever be able to witness such a intimate moment again. The thought both excites him and terrifies him.

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Vaginal sex:
Pairing: snape/original female character.

Severus Snape walked through the empty streets of London. It was late and dark out, a drizzle falling intermittently. He could see the soft glow of warm lighting coming from inside the Leaky Cauldron. He stepped inside and as he took in the comfort of the pub, he felt lonely and lost. A moment later, a hand caressed his arm and he turned to see a beautiful witch smiling at him.

"May I buy you a drink?" she said. Severus nodded and followed her to a table. As they sat, she began to talk about how the war had affected her, and as she shared her story, he felt his own pain and loneliness fade away. As the night wore on, they talked and laughed, and eventually their hands found each other.

The witch leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I know we just met, but I have a feeling we're both in need of some comfort." She ran her hand up his thigh, and Severus found himself unable to resist. They paid their bill and stepped out together into the night, heading toward a nearby motel deep in knockturn alley.

They walked silently for a few moments, the only sound the rain against cobblestones. Finally, the witch stopped, pulling Severus to face her. She looked into his eyes, searching for permission. He knew what she was asking and nodded, the loneliness inside him too strong to resist. His cock was already throbbing in his slacks.

The witch noticed his arousal, and a small smile played across her lips. She took his hand and led him the short distance to the hotel. Inside, they quickly made their way to the elevators, their bodies pressed closely together. As the elevator doors closed and began to move, the tension between them grew, he pushed the woman against the walls of the elevator, kissing her roughly.

The witch gasped in surprise, but melted into his touch. Severus's lips were firm and possessive as he deepened the kiss, pressing her against the cool metal of the elevator. His hand moved up her leg, sliding under her skirt, and she moaned as his fingers brushed against her thigh. The elevator dinged and they hurried out, scrambling down the hallway and into their room.

The moment the door closed behind them, Severus's lips were on hers again, both of them moving as if they were the last two people on earth. His hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and she clutched at him desperately, her own need just as urgent and fierce as his.

They stumbled towards the bed, shedding clothes as they went. Severus laid her down gently and looked down at her, her hair fanning out around her face. He reached out and traced the edge of her jaw, his touch light but possessive, his eyes dark with desire.

He groaned as her hand undid his belt, reaching into his underwear and pulling out his hefty cock. The witch gasped as she felt the hard length of him in her hand. Without hesitation, she began to stroke him, her touch as expert as it was enthusiastic. Severus groaned and dug his fingers into the sheets, unable to take his eyes off her. Her mouth opened slightly, and she looked up at him with a dirty smirk.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her touch surprisingly gentle, despite the hunger in her eyes. Severus's breath hitched as her thumb brushed over the tip of him. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, his lips and teeth grazing the soft skin there. She let out a shuddering sigh, arching against him as she began to stroke him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had touched him like this.

His cock sprung free, hard and leaking. Severus growled in response, his eyes dark with hunger, and pushed her back onto the bed. He moved over her, his body pinning her down, and leaned in to bite and suck on just above her collarbone, just hard enough for it to hurt in all the right ways.

The witch moaned at the sting of pain, arching her body up against his. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his skin pressed against hers. His mouth moved lower, finding the sensitive flesh of her breast and sucking lightly on her nipple. She gasped and writhed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Severus moved between her thighs, his hips rolling against hers, the head of his cock brushing against her slick lips. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with a primal need, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tight against her body.

He groaned as her body pressed against him, her wet heat enveloping him as he thrust into her, slow and deep. The fire in him was growing, consuming him from the inside out. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He moved inside her rhythmically, his pace quickening as her body responded to him, her walls gripping him tightly. He bit down on her shoulder, the taste of her skin driving him wilder with lust. He couldn't hold back any longer, his body tense with the need for release. It didn’t take much longer before he was groaning, his cock throbbing as he reached his climax. He was too far gone to care about her pleasure, although he could feel she had grown more wet.

He pulled out of her, panting heavily, his body shaking with desire. He needed a break, a moment to breathe. His mind was racing with emotions, grief and guilt.

Severus rolled off of her, collapsing onto his back on the bed. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of his desire. He glanced over at the witch beside him, her own breathing still erratic, her eyes closed in exhaustion. He was filled with a sudden sense of shame, the guilt of forgetting Lily washing over him in a cold wave. What was he doing?

He sat up, running a hand through his mussed hair, his thoughts racing. He had let himself get lost in the moment, his need overriding his better judgment. He looked down at the witch, her body still entangled in the sheets, and felt a pang of regret. He shouldn't have done this, not when Lily's image was still haunting his mind. Severus stood up from the bed, his movements slow and heavy as if weighed down by his guilt. He stood, dressing quickly.

He raced out of the room, ignoring the calls of confusion from the witch, and fled down the spiral stairs. He slumped at the bar, barking his order for a shot of whiskey.

Severus downed the shot of whiskey, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, and asked for another. He sat at the bar, staring blankly into his glass, his mind a tangled mess. The guilt of what he had just done was eating away at him, the image of Lily's face etched into his mind like a brand, tormenting him.

He ordered another shot, and then another, desperate to numb the ache in his chest. He could still smell the witch on his skin, the scent of her mixed with his own sweat, and it only made the guilt worse. He downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp, the alcohol doing little to dull his thoughts or soothe his conscience.

He stood, grabbed his cloak from the coat hook and exited into the pouring rain.

Severus stepped out into the cold rain, the weather fitting his mood perfectly. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders and raised his hood, a futile attempt to shield himself from the elements. He began walking, his footsteps heavy and dejected, his mind still filled with thoughts of Lily and the guilty memory of the witch's body beneath him.

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