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Wizarding World

Person(s): Severus Snape (slightly dark in some parts), though his name will never be mentioned

Tags: Slightly Dark themes, degradation, praise, mentions of harsh flogging, chains, oral sex, pet names, master kink, Sub/Dom play, Objectification, Slight orgasm denial, bondage, other slightly dark themes

This is a collab between Keres and myself. Keres wrote most of it honestly, but he'd already written the intro and then we decided who did good girl and who did bad girl. I'm doing good girl so he's doing bad girl and we'll see how this goes. 

Posted a little late, but this is for Severus Snapes birthday!

Intro written by Keres:

He had taken you by surprise, caught you off guard in your own home, you didn't even notice him in the room before he had pinned you down on the couch. You feel, defenseless, vulnerable as he goes in for his first attack. He strikes swiftly, a gentle kiss tickling your neck, radiating tingles down the front of your chest. He stares down at you, a grin on his face, he knows he has you right where he wants, and that you're enjoying every second of it. He places a soft kiss on your lips, taking you by surprise before asking "How do you feel?" You go to answer but he puts his finger up to your lips, hushing you as he gives a knowing smile, before running his finger down your neck before hooking it around your top. 

As if in a trance only one thought seems clear in your mind. Comply. He smirks as you sit straight up before beginning to slide the shirt over your head. He grabs the shirt out of your hands and drops it to the side of the couch. He leans in close, you feel his hot breath on the side of your ear as he whispers "Good Girl". You shiver with delight at the thought of his words, you were a good, obedient girl, as you lie under him you know that's all that matters, being good for your new master.

You snap back to attention as he trails kisses down your chest, every touch feels electric on your skin, exciting you. Finally, as he reaches the bottom he bites the top of your shorts. He grins as he pulls out a short length of rope and asks "Why not change into something more appropriate?" You feel dazed again as you prepare to comply, it just seems, right. All you can think of is pleasing your master, hanging on his every word and command, being tied up and used for pleasure seems to come so naturally to you, it's all you've ever wanted.

You lay there, face down on the couch now, arms tied up behind your back, he had told you he'd make you wear a gag too if he wasn't looking forward to all the cute little noises you would make when he fucks you senseless. 

He had left the room only a few minutes ago, but every moment spent waiting seemed to stretch out into an eternity. Where is your master? You want him to come back, you need him to come back, to use you, to act on your impure thoughts, you need him to fuck you. 

Your eyes light up as you see him walk back through the door, you're ready for whatever he has planned for you. He sees the impatience in your eyes as he stops and looks down at you. 

"Look at you, you can't go 5 minutes without your master" he says with a smirk. He runs a finger down your bare back, before tracing a little heart with it on your ass. "What is it that you want?" he asks coyly. 

This isn't fair, he knows what you want, he was already planning on it, why is he acting like he doesn't know? You turn your face to look up at him, "You know what I want", you try to sound demanding but it comes out like you're pleading, you want it but you didn't want him to know how bad. Too late now.

He caresses the side of your cheek, his gentle, warm embrace makes you feel safe, despite your inability to move an inch. He tugs on your rope, rolling you over so he can look deep into your eyes once more.