(not my screenshots but I felt the need to say something about this)
I opened up my feed this afternoon and saw that this ao3 user has decided to start an AI witch hunt with absolutely no real credibility behind any of it.
I hate AI and want to see it disappear from this planet too, but I can also recognize that there is absolute no way a person can 1000% confirm that a piece of writing was created with AI unless it was said outright by the creator. I don't care who I piss off when I say this, but YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING AGAINST GENERATIVE AI BY ATTACKING WRITERS WITH BASELESS ACCUSATIONS. YOU ARE ALMOST AS BAD AS THE GENAI USERS.
Commenting "is this AI?" under another person's fic just because you feel like it?? Not the move you think you are making. You are rude.
I saw a post a few days ago that said "all of the 'ai signs' people speak of, are just what most writers actually do." People shouldn't fear using an em dash or writing overly detailed scenes just because some robot that is TRAINED ON HUMAN WRITING exists.
I have been writing fanfiction for over twelve years now and personally, if I were added to a list like this, you guys probably wouldn't see me on here for awhile. Some people are already insecure about their writing as it is and this witch hunting thing is only hurting those who spend long hours working with real passion.
So the next time you decide to harass a poor author with no credibility to back you up, ask yourself this:
Is this question rude or harmful?
Could I be reading a fic that was not written in someone's first language?
Do I think this detailed fic is AI or am I just not used to reading overly detailed fics?
Do I think this fic is AI because it's too short or did the author just prefer to write it that way?
Could my comment contribute to a person stepping away from writing all together?
Could this be an author's first fic who just wanted to write about their favorite character?
Do I actually KNOW if this fic is written with AI????????
I have been wanting to say this for awhile & I'm glad I finally did. Here is a link to the fics that this bozo of a creator decided to harass. PLEASEEE go give them some kudos and comment positive things to combat this weirdo's negative behavior.
WRITING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GUYS! WE ARE A COMMUNITY! IT IS FUCK AI ALWAYS, BUT DON'T LET AI RIP APART THE COMMUNITY WE'VE BUILT TOO.
A/N: trying something a little new. so sorry it’s not Severus related! This is an AU (I think?) with Kakashi Hatake from Naruto and Shoto Aizawa from My Hero Academia. The setting is based in the Naruto universe. enjoy :b + enjoy a very badly photoshopped pic I made of my boys
word count: 4319
NSFW WARNING 18+
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Eyes in the Rain
The rain fell harder than usual today as Kakashi moved down the forest-covered path leading out of the Hidden Leaf Village. He had just returned this morning from a week-long mission he was leading, yet returning to the village only filled him with more dread nowadays, so here he was on his way to track down another target on his own. He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, glancing up at the tree tops as large water droplets slipped off the leaves and onto his forehead. He wasn’t sure how long he was walking without thought, but eventually Kakashi realized he was further from the path he was supposed to be taking. He still did not turn back though.
A sharp exhale escaped his nostrils before he eventually settled on the edge of a large rock next to a tree. Kakashi enjoyed the peace and quiet, and solitude had become a feeling that never left him. He closed his eyes, feeling the cool breeze on his face before a sharp snap in the distance broke his peace.
Kakashi’s head whipped around in all directions, attempting to place where the sound came from. The rain was picking up now, beginning to mask any foreign sounds that could be heard in the area. A few minutes passed before another snap could be heard much closer this time but above him. He stood up this time, sighing to himself at the fact that he was no longer relaxing like he wanted to.
“Show yourself,” Kakashi spoke with a calm voice, moving one hand over one of his kunai.
His eyes darted over every possible area surrounding him, attempting to get a glimpse of anything before something pulled the kunai from his fingers with a quick sting. Kakashi stepped backwards at the sudden movement, looking for whatever whip-like object just struck him.
“I said show yourself!” he spoke again with a less calm voice this time.
He stepped back once more in the direction of a bush before lifting his hand towards another kunai. Just as he expected, the whip-like weapon lunged out from somewhere in the treetops and pulled his kunai out of reach. Exaggerating his reaction, Kakashi stumbled backwards which gave him just enough time to create a shadow clone jutsu of himself. Tracking where the weapon returned to in the treetops, Kakashi was already on the move. It didn’t take him long to track down where his attacker was hiding. The man crouched down on a tree branch, scanning the area where Kakashi’s clone still stood. Kakashi moved forward before the man could discover the trap as he swooped down with ease onto the tree branch.
In one swift motion, Kakashi pulled another kunai from his side and placed it in front of the man’s neck. The hidden attacker was taller than him by a few inches. His clothing was dark, which matched the long unkempt strands of hair on his head. What stuck out to him most was the large bandage-like scarf wrapped around the man’s neck, which he gripped tightly which indicated that was the weapon that had hit him earlier, and a pair of yellow goggles over his eyes. He wore nothing that indicated what village he was from, which only heightened Kakashi’s assumption of the man being a rogue ninja.
“I don’t know what your plan is or what village you’re from,” Kakashi tightened his grip on his kunai, “but it stops now. Who are you?”
The man scoffed softly, using the hand that was still gripping his scarf to stun the man behind him. Kakashi stepped backwards at the feeling of the sharp sting of the weapon, realizing that whatever the scarf was made of was not cloth.
“My name is Aizawa,” the man said as he assumed a defensive stance, “And I have no village.”
With a grunt, the man now known as Aizawa whipped his scarf forward in a perfectly practiced motion. Kakashi moved at lightning speed, blocking the attack before returning a swing of his own. He felt an anger rising up in him that he usually never felt when fighting others. He was unsure whether it was because his moment of peace had been interrupted or because this man wearing yellow goggles in front of him stirred something up in him that he thought he buried long ago, but the more attacks he evaded, the angrier he became. Aizawa moved with precise motions, not giving Kakashi a chance to make any errors. Kakashi wondered where this man was from and where he learned to fight like he did, but there was no time for discussing matters like that.
Wanting to get on with his day, Kakashi lifted his hands as he began to move his fingers with confidence, knowing that one hit with his Chidori would end this fight immediately. Aizawa stepped backwards, watching the blue sparks of lightning-like energy forming at his opponent’s fingertips. He had seen movements like this before and knew exactly what to do to protect himself from this attack. Watching the white haired man charge at him with a fist full of lightning, Aizawa lifted his goggles from his forehead to reveal glowing red eyes. For a moment, Kakashi stared into the man’s eyes in confusion, his mind stopping on a single thought… a Uchiha? But when he did not see the infamous tomoe on his irises, he quickly understood that his past memories were flooding his judgment.
The split second of hesitation was all Aizawa needed at that moment. His hair floated around him in an unnatural manner as his red eyes stared Kakashi down. He watched Kakashi’s eyebrows furrow, stunned by the fact that his Chidori had gone out right before making contact. A crazed smirk appeared on Aizawa’s face as he used the moment of shock to his advantage. His capture weapon moved before his body did, wrapping both ends around Kakashi’s knees with a firm tug. Kakashi’s knees buckled at the pull, pushing him down onto the tree branch with an uncomfortable thud. Kakashi’s stomach hit the branch first and the side of his face came second before something firm pressed down on the middle of his back.
“You’re fast,” Aizawa said, keeping his foot pushed firmly in the middle of Kakashi's back, “It’s a shame something distracted you.”
Kakashi growled under his breath, pushing up against the foot on his back which only resulted in Aizawa’s capture weapon slinking around Kakashi’s arms. With a swift tug, the capture weapon flipped Kakashi over on his back with a rough thud onto the tree branch. Aizawa glared down at him, keeping his glowing red eyes on him without blinking. Kakashi glared back up at the man, feeling a growing anger rise up in him with each burning second. He didn’t know what this man did, but he could only assume that his glowing eyes were the cause of his chakra being depleted and most of all, his left eye losing its power. Obito’s eye. All these years, grief had been Kakashi’s only friend, yet the feeling of knowing he still carried a piece of Obito inside of him gave him a bit of comfort. And this man took that from him. Yet he continued to lay there defenseless, knowing very well that he could escape this man’s hold without his chakra, which only confused his mind.
Aizawa glared down at Kakashi before pulling his scarf to lift Kakashi’s upper body off of the tree branch slightly. His eyes scanned over the mask the man was wearing which covered most of his face. His headband indicated he was from the hidden leaf and one side of it drooped down to cover his left eye. Keeping a firm hold on his capture weapon with one hand, Aizawa moved his free hand to pinch at the edge of Kakashi’s headband first. He pushed the headband back slightly, examining the red iris that was under it. It was similar to his in color, but had small foreign symbols surrounding his pupil which made Aizawa raise a brow. Keeping the headband pushed back, his fingers moved to the edge of Kakashi’s mask near his nose. With a slow motion of his hand, Aizawa pulled down the mask past his chin. Without having to blink, Aizawa was able to study the face of the ninja captured below him much better. The man had soft features, and if it weren’t for the scowl on his face, Aizawa almost wouldn’t consider the man a threat.
“Why is a man like you hiding so many things?” Aizawa asked, realizing his question sounded more like interest than he intended.
“Why is a man like you hiding in the trees?” Kakashi returned to the question.
Kakashi stared up at the man, wondering how long he could possibly go without blinking. Then he’d at least have a chance to create a clone of himself and get leverage. Yet, not feeling the intense hum of chakra energy running through his body and not being swallowed in grief for some odd reason made him want to stay like that for a moment longer. He laid on his back, slightly raised up from the tree branch due to the scarf wrapped around him. His eyes stayed frozen on the man above him, but the more Kakashi looked at him, the less he hated what he saw. From this position, if Kakashi blurred his eyes slightly, the man above him still oddly reminded Kakashi of an Uchiha. The red eyes, the way his hair fell over his face, and worst of all, his determined expression. Aizawa’s face was closer to his now after moving his headband and mask to the side, allowing Kakashi to take in his features even closer now. He smelled of coffee and a familiar scent of the woods from traveling so often and Kakashi hated the fact that he felt a warmth flood over him the more the scent flooded his nose. He felt exposed now that his mask had been pulled down, yet the unsettling feeling also sent shivers down his spine.
Aizawa continued to stare down into Kakashi’s eyes, still not blinking in case the man decided to make a move. He wasn’t sure why Kakashi wasn’t struggling anymore, but Aizawa also understood that the white-haired ninja was not his target long before he activated his erasure power, so there shouldn’t have been any true threat. Simple curiosity was more of his concern at this point.
“You’re not my target,” Aizawa said, but he did not pull his scarf back to his neck.
“You’re not mine,” Kakashi replied, keeping his eyes on the man.
The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Aizawa eventually made a slight movement, indicating that he was going to pull away without a fight. Kakashi noticed this movement, yet his instincts moved before his mind could stop him. The both of them froze when Kakashi’s hand that was half unwrapped by Aizawa’s scarf gripped around Aizawa’s wrist. Aizawa cocked his head before raising a brow at Kakashi’s movement.
Kakashi didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t have the confidence to say anything or if conversation simply did not matter to him at that moment, but in one swift motion he pulled Aizawa's wrist forward to make him stumble. Aizawa panicked for a moment, thinking the ninja was planning an attack. Aizawa stumbled forward, correct in his previous thinking, but it was not an attack that Kakashi planned. With a grunt, Aizawa’s chest connected with Kakashi’s as he felt his chin brush against the ninja’s chin below him. Aizawa inhaled sharply, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the new close position he found himself in. A light chuckle could be heard from underneath him, causing Aizawa to quirk his eyebrow at the change in tone.
“Sorry,” Kakashi spoke softly with a light chuckle, not caring anymore about how defenseless he was under this stranger.
Aizawa shifted himself slightly, but did not raise his chest off of Kakashi. His eyes shifted and examined Kakashi’s features once again before feeling a slight uncertainty in his chest. The more he looked at the man below him, the more he could see faint resemblances of a person that used to mean everything to him. It wasn’t an exact similarity, but for a moment, the pale colored hair and the relaxed expression stirred something up in Aizawa. He clenched his jaw, feeling every muscle in his face tighten as he looked down at Kakashi in what felt like panic. His eyes darted in different directions before finally meeting the dark eyes below him once more. Another minute passed before Aizawa realized he had blinked a long time ago which would have given the ninja a chance at escape. He recognized that Kakashi excelled in his abilities and would have had no trouble escaping, so the ninja still being here and pulling him on top of his chest only confused and frustrated Aizawa more. He didn’t have any more time to think.
One more glance from the calm-expressioned man below him was all it took for Aizawa to press the rest of his weight down onto Kakashi’s chest. Their chins brushed against each other before Aizawa pressed his lips against Kakashi’s in a rough manner. Kakashi’s lips were soft as opposed to Aizawa’s dry and cracked ones. There was a sharp contrast between their kissing styles as well. Aizawa pressed his lips down against Kakashi’s in a sleepy, yet lustful manner, groaning with each collision. Kakashi kissed in a more alert but gentle motion, reaching his head up for more each time Aizawa eased back. Aizawa’s capture weapon had already fallen loose against Kakashi’s wrist by now, giving Kakashi freedom to move his hands to untuck the long sleeve shirt from Aizawa’s pants. His hands dipped under Aizawa’s shirt, revealing a much more brawny physique than Kakashi would have expected. As Aizawa pressed his lips to Kakashi’s once more, a groan escaped Kakashi’s lips, causing a hue of pink to spread over his face. Aizawa only reacted with a soft chuckle before dipping his own hands under Kakashi’s shirt and vest.
The two men opened their mouths hungrily, colliding their tongues with each other in a pattern that almost resembled their previous battle. Both of their hands fumbled with each other's belts, silently cursing into each other’s mouths at the struggle. Aizawa unbuckled Kakashi’s belt first before pulling his lips back and moving his hand over Kakashi’s to help him with the buckles fastening his own belt together. Their hands fumbled against each other before eventually freeing themselves from their constricting belts. Aizawa leaned forward again, pressing his lips back to Kakashi’s as his right hand slipped between the waistband of Kakashi’s pants. Kakashi lifted his hips slightly to push his pants down a few inches, giving himself a little more room before tugging at Aizawa’s pants to do the same. Aizawa’s free hand moved to help Kakashi nudge his pants down the rest of the way before flicking his tongue back into Kakashi’s mouth.
Aizawa’s hand slipped past the waistband of Kakashi’s boxers, already feeling the growing heat approaching his hand. He placed his palm down first, feeling the thick warmth on the palm of his hand before wrapping his fingers around Kakashi’s length. The moment his fingers touched his cock, Kakashi let out an embarrassing gasp into Aizawa’s mouth, earning himself a chuckle from Aizawa. Kakashi’s hand moved more eagerly now, following the same motion as Aizawa before shifting his hand past the waistband of Aizawa’s boxers and palming his already hard cock. Kakashi swiped the pad of his thumb over the tip of Aizawa’s cock, rubbing the arousal leaking from his tip over the head of his cock. Aizawa’s cock twitched in Kakashi’s hand, encouraging Aizawa to begin a rhythmic pattern along the base of Kakashi’s cock. Kakashi’s head moved back against the tree branch, making Aizawa lean forward to continue deepening their kiss.
The forest was silent with nothing to be heard but the wildlife in the area, the rain falling through the leaves, and the frequent moans echoing through the tree tops. Both men had worked up a sweat by now as they each continued their steady motion of stroking each other with heated passion. Kakashi moved his hand with long and circular motions, stopping every few seconds to swirl his finger around the tip of Aizawa’s cock. Aizawa moved his hand with a more heated motion which matched the way he kissed Kakashi. His hand moved in a quick, but sensual pattern. With each pump of his fist, Aizawa made sure to brush his thumb along the underside of Kakashi’s cock, making the man gasp and whimper into his mouth which only made Aizawa harder. Aizawa’s free hand moved up to brush back the fluffy hair that had already begun to stick to Kakashi’s forehead. He pulled back from his lips, keeping his eyes glued to Kakashi’s as his hips thrusted into Kakashi’s hand on instinct. Aizawa kept his jaw clenched when he wasn’t kissing Kakashi. At that moment, Aizawa understood that he was feeling pleasure, but frustration and familiarity still flooded his mind with each thrust and every glance at the man.
“Use it on me again,” Kakashi spoke, breaking Aizawa out of his thoughts.
Aizawa only furrowed his brows in confusion as he continued his quick pumps with his fist. He assumed Kakashi meant his capture weapon since that was something he was asked to do plenty of times in the past, but when his free hand moved for his scarf, Kakashi’s hand moved back to his wrist.
“No, not that,” Kakashi began, “Your eyes. Use them.”
Aizawa didn’t understand why the ninja was asking him to use his erasure when Kakashi most likely wasn’t going to be doing any escaping right now, but he hesitantly stared down at the man once again as his irises began to glow once more.
The moment the humming feeling halted in his body once again, Kakashi let out a groan that was almost akin to pleasure. The noise surprised both of the men, but their palms continued to move in a desperate manner. Kakashi didn’t understand why he enjoyed the feeling so much. It wasn’t any surprise that having that man on top of him like that would be pleasurable, but the additional feeling of having no chakra rippling through his body only heightened that feeling. He had felt the hum of this energy for all of his life. And for many years, that feeling only reminded him of the lives he had to take while using that energy. Having it stripped from his body like this, even for only a small amount of time, gave Kakashi a feeling of relief that he didn’t know he needed to feel. His hand squeezed around the base of Aizawa’s cock, earning a low groan from Aizawa with each squeeze. Kakashi’s hips shifted upwards in a desperate motion, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure from both Aizawa’s touch and erasure.
Aizawa dipped his head down again, pressed his lips to Kakashi’s before opening his mouth with a stuttered groan. His hips shuttered slightly before an overwhelming tingle flooded up his spine. With a groan that echoed through the forest, Aizawa’s body shook over Kakashi’s as his release began spilling into Kakashi’s hand. His lips never left Kakashi’s as Aizawa’s hips continued an unsteady thrusting motion, riding out his high while continuing to pleasure Kakashi.
Kakashi’s groans grew louder as well as Aizawa felt his body tense and relax with each stroke. His tongue flicked against Aizawa’s, still feeling Aizawa ride out his orgasm into his hand. Once his body began to tingle, Kakashi pulled his head back to lean it against the tree branch and take in the man above him. He stared into Aizawa’s eyes going back and forth from imagining Obito to feeling a sense of relief that the man is making him forget about Obito. The tingling sensation increased, forcing Kakashi to stop thinking about his confusion and just focus on his pleasure. Aizawa had finished by now, so his full attention had now turned to Kakashi’s pleasure. His moans came out in shaky breaths now as his body twitched against the tree branch beneath him. He imagined how if any shinobi on a mission passed by right now, they would all hear him coming apart in the tree tops at the hands of a stranger. But at this moment, Kakashi didn’t care if the past Hokage themselves could hear him right now. His hips thrusted up once more before a guttural moan escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. Kakashi’s release came like a dam had broken. All the years of pent up frustration and self punishment finally found a way to escape and it was right into the palm of a stranger. Kakashi’s body shook without control and his hips twitched upwards with each spill of his release. His throat felt dry from all of the whimpering he had done in the last ten minutes. Aizawa’s hand continued to stroke the underside of his cock, feeling Kakashi twitch in his palm with each groan.
The two of them remained in that position for some time, just breathing heavily against each other’s lips and still stroking each other until they each grew softer once again. Aizawa’s hand slipped out from Kakashi’s waistband first before wiping his palm off on the side of his pants. His long dark hair stuck to his perspiring forehead. Aizawa kept his eyes locked onto Kakashi’s until his breathing eventually mellowed out. Kakashi kept his hand wrapped firmly around Aizawa’s now softened cock as he leaned his head back against the tree branch.
“God,” Kakashi let out a sigh before pulling his hand from Aizawa’s waistband, “I guess I needed that.”
Aizawa let out a low breath of air in response, leaning back slightly but still straddling the Leaf Ninja. Kakashi leaned up a bit, holding himself up with his hands before taking a better look at the man on top of him. They were both calmer now and feeling less angry than they did before any of this had started. For a moment, Kakashi had even forgotten what he was angry about in the first place and simply looked at Aizawa like he was a gift that had been delivered to him. Sure, the pleasure they both gave each other was phenomenal, but the feeling of total peace and silence that this man could make Kakashi feel was something Kakashi could not describe and only made him crave more. Aizawa eventually shifted himself up, standing on the tree branch to regain his balance before rebuckling his belt. Kakashi followed suit, latching his own belt back together before picking up the kunai that had fallen to the ground earlier.
“So if you’re not my target,” Aizawa began, “What are you doing all the way out here with your guard down?”
“Looking for a similar target most likely…” Kakashi replied, looking back up at the treetops to listen to the rain, “As for letting my guard down? I’m not sure honestly. I’m not usually like that.”
“Well…” Aizawa shifted again as he readjusted his scarf back around his neck and pulled his goggles back down, “I had some leads before all of this… If you’d like company or an extra set of eyes.”
Kakashi felt a tingle run through him.
Or an extra set of eyes.
He knew Aizawa meant those glowing red eyes he was hiding under those goggles, but he was unsure if the man was insinuating that Kakashi would need them for future battles or for a possible round two of what they just did together. Kakashi swallowed his excitement, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of knowing that Kakashi wanted nothing more than to travel with this stranger. Just moments ago, Kakashi entered this forest with the desire to be alone with his grief and his anger, yet with a single unexpected twist, here he was desiring company.
“I think I'm going that way anyway, so why not.”
Aizawa reacted with a single nod before turning and jumping down from the tree branch. His hair was still wet, mixed with the earlier drizzle and the sweat that built up on his temples. His boots hit the ground with a soft landing before turning his head over his shoulder to glance up into the treetops. Kakashi just observed him for a moment, almost trying to get a read on the man. He wasn’t sure if Aizawa was being serious about Kakashi joining along or if this was still a trap, but the way Aizawa glanced over his shoulder told Kakashi something different. Making sure he had everything with him, Kakashi stepped over the ledge of the tree branch as well before swooping down to the ground with ease like Aizawa did previously. The moment his shoes hit the ground, Aizawa turned his head forward again and began a slow pace down the path for Kakashi to keep up. Kakashi stood there for a moment before following Aizawa down the path.
Kakashi’s mind flooded with thoughts.
Why would he want me to join him? What the hell did we just do? Why did I enjoy it?
The further they walked, Kakashi continued to think about what their current journey would entail. He wasn’t sure how long they’d be walking or if Aizawa even had intel since just moments ago, it definitely did not seem that way. Nonetheless, Kakashi quietly but eagerly followed along while feeling a rising excitement grow within him.
“I guess after what we just did, you deserve to know my name,” Kakashi finally spoke, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, “I’m Kakashi.”
as the new year approaches, one of my resolutions is to stop letting the fear of poor feedback stop me from writing. I love writing and I will always love writing, especially about Severus and I am sO TIRED of letting anonymous hate comments deter me from doing it
in this new year I need to learn how to write for me again & I’m using this post to hold myself accountable
This is one of the many reasons fandom is dying, because we no longer value everyone. Newer generation in fandoms seemed obsessed with keeping everything perfect and un-cringe, even though we all know that’s what made it fun.
hey, i normally don't send asks but your fic a lesson in legilimency was the best thing i have ever read in my 12 years of being in this fandom. you are a very talented writer
AHHH thank you!!! Messages like this truly makes me want to write more so thank you for that boost of inspiration <3 <3
It's the end of October, but I wanted to at least write sOmeTHing for kinktober. Someone recently requested in my inbox with two prompts about Severus having a breeding kink and Severus cumming prematurely. Sooooo I decided to combine both into one :b Enjoy!! (pls repost and comment or i'll cry)
TAGS: Sub!SeverusSnape, Breeding Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Dom Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
It had been a long and tiring week—a feeling that was never unusual in Severus’ eyes. Ungraded parchment that he had been putting off for weeks were stacked on top of his desk in unorganized piles while he sat on the other side of his study, swirling a nightcap in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. His eyes shifted slightly, moving towards the clock hanging on the wall next to the doorway—seven-thirty. You were expected to walk through the door any minute now and Severus could feel himself getting more and more desperate as the minutes ticked by. He hated that he had become this way—a man who now clawed at the armrests of his recliner to distract himself from the pulsing feeling beneath his trousers.
Severus never had much experience with anyone in his thirty years of living and definitely never had any interest in changing that. He had too many priorities and in his mind, the touch of another person was the last thing he needed or wanted. After meeting you, it took awhile for Severus to understand that he was starting to enjoy the caring touch of another person and in fact, he began to crave it. He laid his head back against the headrest of his recliner, placing his palm against his groin in an attempt to combat the aching feeling that was only growing. When the doorknob began to turn, he found himself sitting up immediately in an almost desperate manner, which would have filled him with shame in any other situation.
His eyes locked onto you the moment you stepped through the doorway and began unbuttoning your cloak to hang up. Your eyes drifted across the room, seeing Severus leaning back in his chair while not letting his dark eyes leave yours for a second. A small smile crept onto your face, knowing exactly what was wrong with the man you loved so dearly. For the first few months in your relationship, it took everything to get the man to not wince at the feeling of your touch, and now it is all he wants. And who are you to deny him that?
You unbutton the last of your cloak, pulling it off and tossing it on to the coat rack behind the door before slipping your boots off. You take your time crossing the room, stopping to light a candle and make small comments about what your day was like as Severus sits and listens. When you finally begin walking towards the recliner, Severus sits up slightly, spreading his legs so that you can slide perfectly to sit on his lap like you do every evening when you get home.
“Did you have a good day, love?” You asked softly, already brushing your fingers through his hair.
Severus hums at your touch, leaning his head further against your fingertips as he nods once.
“I am now.”
You smile softly at his words, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his temple. Then another. And then another to his cheek. You could feel him shutter against each kiss and his fingernails had already begun pressing into the palms of his hands.
It had taken some time during your relationship for Severus to get used to giving physical touch back, but the more comfortable he had gotten with you, the easier it became. You felt his thumb resting gently on your thigh while rubbing small circles as he tilted his head back slightly to give you more access. You leaned forward, connecting your lips to his neck while lightly swiping your tongue against his cold skin. The moment he felt the small kisses and flicks of your tongue, a low groan escaped from Severus’ mouth followed by a twitching feeling underneath you. You continue to leave small trails of kisses alongside his neck before eventually switching sides while shifting to straddle him completely on the chair.
Severus’ hands naturally moved to rest against the curves of your ass covered by your robes. With a slight shift, you placed yourself directly on top of his hard and covered bulge while pulling away from his neck to look into his eyes. Severus’ eyes were darker than usual as he stared into yours. You could almost see a look of pleading before you finally started to grind slowly against him, feeling his bulge rub against you. The moment Severus felt the pressure, his head leaned further into his headrest and his eyelids had already begun fluttering. Keeping a smooth grinding motion on top of his trousers, you felt his hands move to squeeze your ass in an attempt to ground himself.
“God.” His voice shutters in your ear.
You snake your fingers in between the both of you, already moving to unbuckle the black belt secured around his waist. Severus’ eyes just watch you undress himself, enjoying the feeling of being completely at your mercy. It doesn’t take long for you to begin to shift the sides of his trousers down his thighs as you feel him lift up to let you pull them down the rest of the way. You lift the bottom of your robes above your waist as you move to straddle him again so that your mound, covered by the silk fabric of your panties, is now pressed against his now tented boxers. Your fingers move to the many buttons on his robe as you begin to pick up the grinding motion once more.
“So many buttons, Sev.” You whisper, keeping your eyes locked on to him.
With each shift of your hips, you could feel his fully erect cock twitch inside of his boxers, putting a smile on your face each time. It never took a lot to get Severus shaking and you often took a big liking to that fact. You were proud to admit that you enjoyed watching the normally gloomy dungeon bat writhe under you. You pressed your body down further onto him as you worked your way through the last half of the buttons before eventually pulling the rest of his cloak off. He sat in his recliner in nothing but his boxers and a black tee as you continued your grinding pace on his lap. You felt his fingers snake up your sides, asking for permission to pull your robes off. You lifted your arms, feeling the heavy clothing slip over your head before Severus’ hands returned back to your bare sides, placing gentle kisses against your stomach and your breasts. Your warm body almost stung against his usually icy skin, and the heat radiating from your cunt as you grinded against him was not helping him any.
He felt your hand reach between the two of you once more as your fingertips began kneading at the head of his cock covered by his boxers. A small smile crept onto your face as you felt the slight dampness on his boxers from his precum. Your eyes locked onto his as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“Careful darling..” You hummed, “I just got here”
“Please…” You heard him beg with his voice practically cracking.
You knew what he was pleading for. For a man so used to silence and solitude, letting someone close enough to be intimate was its own kind of surrender. And in all the time you and Severus had been together, you were the only one he had ever allowed to touch him so intimately and each time was like the first. Severus did not like to plead and especially did enjoy hearing himself sound so desperate, but you had a certain way with him that felt like an addiction. Your movements were delicate enough to soothe him, yet deliberate enough to almost sting with each touch and bring him to the edge each time. Severus had always felt ashamed about how quickly he came undone around you. Yet part of him craved that fleeting loss of control that reminded him that he could still feel. And you enjoyed watching every moment of it, feeling satisfied in how quickly you could bring him to the edge.
You moved the hand that was kneading his groin slightly, slipping your fingers through the front slit of his boxers to feel the only warm part of his body. The head of his cock was already dripping with his precum as you swiped your thumb across the tip for extra lubrication. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his as you squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock, causing a low groan to escape from his mouth mid-kiss.
“Please keep doing that..” Severus spoke in a low voice in between kisses.
Your fingers continued to swipe around the base of his cock before moving to squeeze the tip gently, continuing this pattern as you moved to kiss either his lips or the side of his neck.
It had only been a few moments before you began feeling the light twitching of his cock followed by his grip tightening around your waist in an attempt to hold himself back.
“Darling, I-I..” He spoke in between gasps, “Fuck..Please c-can you just..”
You watched him tremble, unable to form words, but you knew exactly what he was pleading for. You had brought him to the edge of his orgasm in only a matter of minutes and he was begging to be enveloped by you completely. With a quick shift, you slipped your panties down your thighs before moving your hands to the sides of his boxers to tug at them, freeing his hard cock. Your legs moved to straddle him once more as you lowered yourself gently to swipe your folds against his cock glistening with precum. His eyes never left yours as he let out a breath he did not realize he was holding in.
“Say please again, love…” You whispered in a low, seductive voice as you hovered gently above him.
Your words made him shudder, but he was far too desperate to stay quiet.
“Please..God please..” His words spilled out in a manner you had only heard in your most intimate moments together.
His pleading felt like music to your ears and the pleasure only increased when you finally allowed yourself to give him what he wanted so terribly. The groan he let out when you finally lowered yourself completely around him was guttural sounding. Severus’ back arched in the recliner, causing his cock to press further against your cervix, making your own back arch.
“I love you” Severus began saying the words in an almost desperate manner, “God, I-I fucking love you.”
Severus did not often express how much you meant to him—emotion was a frequent struggle for him. But in moments like this, the mask slipped completely and you had him in the palm of your hand. His undoing only made your inner walls clench around him more, followed by another low throaty moan escaping from him.
Severus leaned forward in the recliner, shifting himself so that he could sit up straighter to give you more room. Your hips began to grind forwards and backwards in a slow, smooth pattern, feeling the thickness of his cock grind against your g-spot with each shift.
Your hips rocked once, letting out a loud, pleasure-filled moan from your mouth as you arched your back.
Your hips rocked twice, hearing Severus inhale a sharp gasp of air as his fingernails dug into your back.
“F-Fuck I’m..” You heard him gasp.
Your hips rocked a third time, feeling him sit up entirely as his face moved in to press against your chest.
One of his hands moved to grip a handful of your hair–the only sign of dominance coming from him at that moment–and his other hand moved to grip your shoulder, keeping you pressed firmly on top of him. A smirk spread across your face amidst the pleasure. Severus had never used protection with you. The first time the two of you were intimate was after a drunken night where protection was the last of your concerns. Pulling out was something he had never been concerned with. You never questioned him on it, but you knew that he had an insatiable fixation with releasing inside of you.
Severus’ deep desire was never rooted in the fact that he wanted to start a family with you and in fact, he always had a contraceptive potion brewed for you immediately after. But the idea that he could put a baby inside of you made from pure love and adoration seemed to make his heart race in a way that confused and excited him.
You didn’t even get to rock your hips for a fourth time as you felt his hand that had been grasping your shoulder increase its grip. His moans were muffled due to his face being pressed into your chest and you could feel his entire body twitch beneath you. A familiar warmth spread within you, feeling Severus buck his hips into you roughly with each twitch, only increasing your pleasure as his cum spread within you.
His moans sounded like stifled cries as he continued to ride out his orgasm. You bucked your hips a few more times, riding out your own high and bringing him completely over the edge.
“O-Oh fu- god..” Severus managed to moan out, feeling your cervix continue to grind against his sensitive tip.
“Shh..” You whispered, leaning forward towards his ear, “Breathe, love.”
He barely heard your words due to the ringing in his ears and vibrating sensations throughout his body. Your hips continued to buck back and forth as his release continued to pump deep inside of you. With one more swift motion of your hips, your back arched as moans escaped from your mouth and your walls clenched around him, making him shake.
Your body fell limp against him in the recliner and the two of you sat in silence, attempting to catch your breath. His thumb traced circles around your back-–a tactic he used to calm his heart from beating so fast. His hands never left your body as you both slowly came back to reality and eventually, you shifted to slowly lift yourself from his now softening cock, covered in both your orgasm and his. He leaned back in the recliner, breathing in slowly to calm himself as his eyes watched you pull yourself from him. His eyes traveled down your body and between your legs, seeing his orgasm leaking down your inner thigh. His cock twitched once more at the sight as Severus imagined you filled completely with his seed.
His eyes followed you all the way across the room until you finally moved into the bathroom to clean up for the night. Severus leaned back in his recliner, looking down at the position he had been left in–boxers pulled to his ankles, robe thrown to the floor, and his glistening soft cock resting gently against his thigh. His eyes move back to the clock on the wall–seven forty. It had only been less than ten minutes and half of that time was spent with you only sitting in his lap, yet he had come undone the moment you walked through the door. Severus leaned forward, pulling his boxers back over his knees and gathering whatever pride he had left before standing to attend to the pile of paperwork he had been putting off.
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