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takes1 · 5 months ago

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NEEDDD AN OIKAWA X SHY READER, she’s extremely quiet until they do certain things and Oikawa is definitely dominant top sooo 🤭maybe it’s like their first time doing it and Oikawa does something (cokes her throat idk) to trigger her loudness and Oikawa being Oikawa he’s gonna be trying anything to get her to be more loud while teasing her

oikawa making quiet!reader scream

tbh i found it difficult to write him as a top, i just love me some whiny loser oikawa. but! it was fun exploring something different so <3 hope it's alright! i also totally took the quiet thing and ran with it

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

details. sub!reader / dom!oikawa / established relationship / mute?reader / kissy sex / side sex / safe sex / f!rec oral / oikawa has a praise thing / quiet!reader / use of ASL / petnames / light!choking / big focus on sound+speech in this one / 1.9k words

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He was so pretty between your legs.

A new heat crept up your neck and spread across your face, ear-to-ear. You had to look away, you couldn't handle his intensity- not here, with no clothes, undone and needy under him.

The firm grip on your leg reset you. He draped your thighs over his strong shoulders, exactly where he'd been wanting them for months. Now he just needed you to watch.

"Eyes on me, baby," Oikawa dipped his head back for just a moment to press a kiss against your pretty sex, a perfect grin plastered across his face.

Your muscles twitched around his chiselled features- you couldn't get over just how stunning he was in the dim, warm light of his bedroom.

You blinked away the welling from your eyes, a short whine in your throat at the fluttery feeling his confident tongue gave you.

He touched you, ate you, like he'd been considering exactly how for a while.

His tongue was soft and light as he figured you out- searching for what you could handle, pushing and prodding where you wanted. Soon you were twitching, shaking, and having to be kept still in his grasp.

"M-mn-," Your sounds were small, cute; he smiled against you every time he got to hear it.

Most of what he heard was labored gasps, sighs, and cute little moans he'd imagined many times before.

In truth, you had to stop him early because you couldn't take very much of his mouth-- it was getting you too worked up, too quickly.

He rose, strong chin dripping with clear and some animalistic intensity in his lidded eyes.

But he knew making you squirm would only get him so far.

His sweet kisses, trailed with intention and delicacy all the way up your body made you giggle.

When he cuddled up to your side, he didn't waste any time guiding your body how he wanted. His bottom arm wrapped around you from underneath a pillow, his top arm free to squeeze at the flesh of your hip while he took you in a rough and rushed kiss.

This position was so comfy- you smiled up at him and stretched your arms to look at the two of your bodies, how they'd intertwine, and bit your lip.

"You gonna be okay?"

He looked past your eyes, deep into the swimming thoughts in your head about your first time together. It was like he could watch you think in real time.

There was no reason to sign anything but 'Yes'-- he took your hand and pressed a raunchy kiss against the back of it. If that was to hide how excited he was, it didn't work.

A second of distance gave you the chance to push on his chest. He glanced around your face, troubled for a second-- he found nothing but lustful wonder in your eyes.

His bouncy chest dipped into a cascade of perfect, taut lines across his tummy. You brushed your knuckles, curious, over each of his abs and thumbed the dip of his abdomen to his pelvis. You dodged another kiss.

"See something you like, princess?" Was in a mutter, brushing your temple.

Oikawa often got to ride a line of teasing you and requesting the praise he so badly needed. You smirked and pressed a peck to his sharp jawline.

"You wanna--ah-," He faltered, softened- twitchy and breathy, when you took his pretty cock in your hand, "Tell... me-,"

You shushed him. He didn't try to keep teasing you like that- plus, you were sure he didn't mean to come across as so cute and whiny.

Although you had both been with other people, those experiences left something to be desired. He knew that you, especially, needed a good time tonight. There wasn't a single moment that he hadn't been careful about.

He replaced your hand with his and slid himself over your sex, filling the space between your legs, getting himself coated in your sticky warmth. He watched your chest rise with a pleased gasp and grinned.

It was just what you needed. You squeezed your inner thighs as the friction built -or faded depending on how you framed it- your labored sighs quickly grew between needy kisses.

Your tummy was in knots at the feeling of his restrained groans on your mouth.

He parted for only a moment to snatch a condom from the dresser and tear it open with his teeth. You didn't realize how much you didn't care until he did so- but were grateful he made it easy.

He lined himself up and your panting stilled at the new pressure.

Oikawa busied you with a fervent kiss as soon as he felt you tense. It wasn't a cure, but it did remedy what would've been pain. The thought behind it was what really did it for you.

"I know it's not th'same," He muttered, a little slurred, "But fuck- you feel so good."

Your brow furrowed at the intensity of his admission. You rolled your head back into the crook of his shoulder with a shrinking giggle.

He was easier to take, after that.

Oikawa had become an expert on how pick up your small noises, especially in overwhelming spaces. It was almost like he crafted a special device in his brain to detect you. That's why your love was so special; he made space for you when nobody else did. He tried harder than anyone else to hear you. He cared to try.

Tiny, desperate moans on your breath brushed by his ear- he groaned at the sensation and filled his palm with your soft thigh.

It was good thing, too-- your legs were getting far too heavy, you were grateful that he could hold them in place for you.

"H-ahh, mmm-!" You clipped your own sound short with a gasp.

He was quick to catch it, "That feel good, baby?"

Your thigh was squished further up, nestled between his bicep and his forearm- you watched, eyes clouded and glossy.

His veiny hand filled with your flesh, coupled with how good he filled you up, brought another whine forward.

He swallowed a huffy moan, unable to keep himself from provocation. "Yeah?"

That second bottom hand wrapped around your throat to help guide you for that kiss he wanted. But, you found it impossible to return his hungry prodding with the new buzzing that started to grow in your head.

Your body twitched under him, a cascade of mumble-y 'uh-huh's and 'mm-hm's spilling onto his lips.

It made him chuckle. His eyes began to wander to your chest- as did his hand.

However, you found yourself quickly pushing it back, warm and strong on your skin.

Oikawa couldn't have looked more amused, nor any more proud to indulge you. The sensation was leagues better now that he had an awareness over what it did for you.

"Mmmn-! Mm-!" You threaded your fingers through his soft locks while he squeezed and fucked you harder, completely engrossed by how badly you needed him.

Though this orientation was nice for kissing and cuddling and the start of it all, he was slowly pushing you onto your stomach.

Instead of wasting any time to talk about it, you pushed back on his hip.

He let you go at once, confused for a moment, but blindly followed with a breathy laugh when you rolled onto your tummy and pushed your chest onto the mattress.

Oikawa looked down at you from behind, hands squeezing at your hips.

You were face-down on his pillow, your thighs spread and ass arched up, dripping onto his sheets, patient and yearning for him to fill you up again.

Oh, he couldn't do that without finishing early. Not unless he fucked you with his eyes closed. He swallowed a chuckle and settled over you, trapping your wrists above your head with one hand while he stretched you back out.

It didn't take longer than a few seconds to realize just how strong, how heavy he was, when you tried to adjust your arms closer. There was no moving out of this.

The shock made way for surprise at how quickly this made the tension in your tummy grow- you fisted the sheets, squeezing at how his size hit you from a more intense position.

He placed his other hand back around your neck and you were so grateful he didn't try to make you wait for it.

Although he wasn't as rough as he was right before you switched, you didn't necessarily need it to be. It gave you an opportunity to adjust. It was so slick, the pressure just right.

And you couldn't keep your whines down- with his face right next to yours, he was getting an earful of it all.

"Good girl, f-uck," His groan morphed into a half-laugh, half-whine that clipped his words. It took an equally perceptive person to find the vulnerability and rawness to his praise.

He looked almost angry- his focus was so intense it twisted his muscles up tight.

"Ah!" You squeaked, panting at the sweetness and devotion in his voice.

"Yeaahh, A-augh-Mmn, that's fuckin' ri-ght," His words wavered with a stutter pressed firm against your hair. It really did it for him that you enjoyed his pet names. He loved spoiling you like that, because you deserved it.

He was swelling up inside you, harder, much like his strokes that kept hitting you just right. His closed-mouth groans told you he would cum if only you begged him to.

"M-m-Aah!" A sharp, shuddery whine evaded his hand.

He seethed with a groan and stalled, filling your cunt to the base. Your sounds were breaking down the wall he'd built up in his head so he could balance himself on a dangerous edge.

It didn't really help. His stilled hips, driven deeper than he let it before, only made you want him more. You wiggled against the weight of his body to try and get something, but he gripped you tighter.

"Shhhh," He bit the shell of your ear, baited breath as he locked you in this mean, motionless torture.

His body was too solid for you to move- you could only bite the sheets and wince at your delayed gratification. And fuck, was it worth it.

Rough, calloused fingers readjusted around your neck. His whisper was laden and filthy against your ear as he started to turn you out again:

"Let me hear that pretty voice," He barely got it out- he was seething, completely taken with your tight pussy clenching around him.

He was deeper, rougher, but you could take it.

A sting was at your eyes, forcing them shut, from the staggering waves of pleasure he fucked into you. You completely surrendered all resignation about your volume in moments.

"A-ah-h!-!"

Your whole body seized but it did nothing-- he held you so steady through it. You were cumming before you realized what was happening. It spurred a gasp that yielded to a long, drawn-out orgasm.

An unrestrained cry fell from your lips at its peak. It left your ears ringing and gave your partner the proud satisfaction of getting to finish after you.

It left you dizzy, dumb, and forgetful until he was back at your side, pulling you close to his chest and massaging your scalp. You pressed your body close to his as he pulled the sheets over you.

You tried clearing your throat but found it raw and a little painful. You didn't realize he was talking to you until he started rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

He watched your face work as you craned around to look at him and decided to snuggle facing towards his chest. You could feel him chuckling at your familiar, endearing silence.

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maxinesgun · 7 months ago

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taste of you ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

shane mccutcheon x fem!reader

nsfw, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), edging, overstim, dirty talk, established relationship, cursing, slightly mean!shane, reader is a corporate girl. wc 1.4k ᡣ𐭩

a/n: this took me wayy too long to finish, but i've been in a bit of a slump so ofc i had to write a short n sweet shane smut!! need her to edge me and mock me abt it tbh ugh

“I’m sorry, did you want something?” Shane asked in mock-innocence, her brows drawn together in a question as she gazed down at you.

You were sprawled against the pillows of the couch beneath her, your hands knotted in the front of her shirt, preventing her from getting off of you. A whiny, frustrated sound left you, and you hated how desperate you sounded, how helpless.

Shane, however, was enjoying it. She loved seeing the flush on your cheeks, the way you dissolved into a needy mess for her beneath her touch. She was settled between your spread thighs, her hand buried beneath the hem of your skirt as she traced slow, teasing circles over your aching clit. It was cruel, was what it was—giving you just enough to stir the heat coiling in your stomach, but holding back what you really needed.

“Don’t be like this,” you half-whined, half-panted, looking up at her with a pout. “You’re driving me crazy.” You tried to give her a pleading look through your lashes, but got distracted by the way her lips pulled up in a slow grin, and now you were staring at her mouth, picturing it doing other things.

“Mm. Should’ve thought about that this morning,” she admonished in a low voice, still with that mocking edge. “When you decided to be such a tease.” Her fingers dipped down into your slick heat, teasing your entrance briefly before moving back up to your clit. You were so wet that it was audible.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you? Knew I’d be thinking about this pretty cunt all day.” Her fingers pressed into you a bit harder, her movements speeding up. You arched into it, a soft moan falling from your lips involuntarily as you lapped up the increased stimulation. “And then you had to go and wear this fucking skirt,” she groaned, glancing down at the black pencil skirt that was pushed up around your thighs. “Not cool.”

“I told you,” you breathed, pushing your hips into her hand, “I was going to be late. I had an important… mmph… meeting.” It was getting difficult to focus on words with the way she was working you. Already, that coil of heat was growing stronger, making your breaths falter. With the amount of time Shane had been inching you closer to the brink just to bring you down from it again, it didn’t take much.

She hummed low in her throat, nodding. The expression on her face was one of pure sarcasm. “Well, you know, I think I actually have somewhere to be…”

You let out a breathless laugh mixed with a groan as you panted for breath, your grip on her tshirt tightening just in case. “Not funny,” you moaned shakily.

“I’m not laughing,” she said simply, her fingers working you harder, faster. The wall of heat was building quickly now, its intensity so delicious that you were letting out all of the little sounds that Shane loved, your eyes shut in pleasure. You didn’t have enough of a grip on yourself to hold them back—with each expert stroke she drew out another breathy moan from your lips, no longer hushed but rising in volume.

When your eyes fluttered open for a moment, you saw the amusement on her face, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched you unravel. “Aw, does that feel good, baby?” Her voice was soft, coaxing, the sound of it only driving you higher as you let out a whimper. “Are you gonna come for me?”

Your head was tilting back, your hips beginning to jerk erratically as that wave rose higher, higher… “Yes, yes, fuck, yes—” you gasped. So close. So, so close—

—and suddenly her touch was gone.

“Shane,” you practically cried out in frustration, the high slipping out of your reach yet again. Your hips tried to thrust forward, seeking the friction that had been jerked away from you, but her own thighs were pinning yours in place, keeping them from moving.

She leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. Her eyes drifted down to your mouth, lingering there for a few moments before lifting back up to your eyes. “Anything you want to say?”

“I’m sorry,” you panted, voice tight with need. You were almost tempted to reach a hand down to finish yourself off, but you knew Shane wouldn’t allow it. “It was bad. Mph… very, very bad.”

A slow grin curled over her lips, and she placed a few small kisses along the corner of your jaw, her teeth nipping at your skin. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she mumbled by your ear. As her hands hovered around your waist, taking their time bunching your skirt up higher, she drew back slightly, so close but still just out of reach. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice still a low rumble.

“Your mouth—fuck, please,” you breathed, far too desperate and wound up to play at your usual coyness.

She let out a low snicker, pleased by your eagerness as she began tugging your tights down your thighs. “Oh, yeah? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.”

After what felt like an eternity, Shane had pushed your tights down around your calves, just enough to give her full access to you as she kneeled before your open thighs. She kissed a slow trail along the inside of your thigh, making you shudder with anticipation before her lips finally reached your aching heat, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there.

You gasped, a bolt of pleasure shooting through your core as her tongue brushed against your sensitive clit. Instinctively, your hands went to bury themselves in her hair, using her for purchase as she began lapping at you expertly, her tongue running along your slit. Shane glanced up at you through her lashes with a wicked smirk, watching you with darkened eyes as she worked you with her mouth. You could only imagine what you looked like right now—face flushed, chest heaving, one leg hooked over the back of the couch, splayed open for her—and found that the mental image was just as much of a turn on for you as it was for her.

Well, maybe not quite as much.

You breathed a curse, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as she licked and sucked at you eagerly, relentlessly, as if making up for all the torturous teasing she’d put you through. She held your thighs open, keeping your hips from thrusting forward into her face as they trembled in her grasp, the heat within you mounting. The pleasure almost became unbearable when her lips moved directly over your clit, wrenching a louder moan out of you.

“Oh my god,” you whined, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, like that.” Her lips were closed around your bud, the pressure of her sucking and her tongue stroking it in quick motions almost overstimulating. Your hands moved to grip the couch cushions beneath you as you drew closer.

Shane hummed against you, and the sound vibrated against your core in a way that made your toes curl. Your body was tensing with the rising pleasure tugging at your abdomen, and as if she sensed it, she suddenly slid two fingers inside you, pumping them into you and curling them against your walls rapidly as she continued her relentless ministrations to your clit.

It was all so good, too good, and you weren’t even aware of the words you were crying out moments before you came. The next moment, you were coming undone, your hips jerking and your voice rising to a breathy cry as an almost explosive wave of pleasure crashed over you.

When the height of it had subsided, you slumped back into the pillows, your body going limp with a heavy relaxation. Exhaustion stole over you, and you drew in a deep breath as your breathing began to slow.

Shane was leaning back, watching you as she wiped her glistening mouth with the back of her hand. She looked like the cat who’d got the cream. And you supposed she had… literally.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said a bit breathlessly, a grin tugging at your lips despite yourself. Your head dropped back against the pillow, your lids feeling heavy. It would be at least an hour before you moved from this spot.

Shane stood, bracing a knee against the couch as she leaned over you again. She tugged your tights back up your legs and pulled your skirt back down around your thighs haphazardly. The smile she shot you was both amused and fond. “Now we’re even.”

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enimsiyobeht · 26 days ago

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dance practice after film. drabble.

mdni 🐇 !! boypussy minho x amab reader. use of pussy, clit, folds, and cunt as minho's gential. implied backup dancer reader. implied secret relationship. pov: when playful banter escalates, p-in-v, unprotected sex (pls wrap your willy), against the wall (preferably mirrored, could be seen as a mirror kink), subtle brat taming, minor fingering (m. receiving), they match each others freaks, implied aftercare.

The dance studio was quiet now, save for the distant hum of the air conditioning and the soft thud of their shoes on the floor. It had been a long practice, and You could still feel the warmth of your body, the familiar burn of muscles used to their limits. But that sensation was nothing compared to the intensity of the feeling stirring in the pit of your stomach as your eyes locked with Minho’s across the room.

Minho stood by the mirrored wall, a playful glint in his eyes as he wiped the sweat from his brow, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips. His chest was heaving, and his skin glistened under the studio lights, damp strands of hair falling in front of his face. He was tired—but not too tired to tease. It was that look, that defiant gleam in his gaze, that did something to You, something deep and primal.

Minho was always like this—cocky, carefree, always pushing boundaries just to see how far he could go. It was the kind of energy that both frustrated and excited You in equal measure. And right now, as the room stood still between them, it felt like they were in a standoff, the air thick with something unspoken, waiting to erupt.

"You were offbeat," You said casually, though your voice was lower than usual. The words were an observation, but there was something in the way You said them, something that bordered on a challenge.

Minho raised an eyebrow, the smirk widening. "Oh, was I? Maybe I just wanted to get your attention."

Your eyes narrowed slightly, your body leaning in toward Minho, narrowing the space between them. "Is that so?" Your voice dropped an octave, and your gaze flicked briefly over Minho’s damp body before returning to his face. "You have a way of getting my attention, alright. But not always in the best ways."

Minho tilted his head, his lips curling into that infuriatingly playful grin. "Guess you’ll have to punish me for it, then. If you can keep up."

The words hit like a challenge, a dare. Your breath hitched, but You didn’t back away. Instead, You took another step toward Minho, closing the distance until their bodies were almost brushing. Your hand reached up, resting on Minho's shoulder, pushing him back gently against the mirrored wall.

"You’re pushing it," You said, your voice almost a whisper now, the air between them thick with tension. The heat between them was unmistakable, a magnetism neither of them could ignore. "But I don’t mind you making it this difficult."

Minho’s lips parted slightly, his breath quickening. He didn’t resist when You leaned in, your lips brushing Minho’s ear, sending a shiver through his body. Your hand slid down, grazing Minho’s chest, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin before dipping lower. Minho let out a soft breath, his hips shifting ever so slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he tilted his head back, inviting more.

"You want me to touch you, don’t you?" You asked, voice thick with intent. "You’re not as innocent as you look, Minho."

Minho’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his chest heaving as he nodded, the tension in his body coiling tighter. "I’ve been wanting this for a while," he admitted, his voice rough. "But you were taking too damn long."

You couldn’t help but smile, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. "Impatient, huh?" You slid your hand lower, feeling Minho’s body tense beneath your touch. "I can fix that."

You kissed Minho then, slow and deep, tasting him. Minho responded immediately, his hands moving to your waist, pulling You closer, urging You to deepen the kiss. Your tongue slid against Minho’s, a soft exploration that soon turned more desperate as Minho’s hands roamed, eager to feel more, to touch more. The kiss was raw, hungry, but still tender, like they were testing the waters, feeling each other out.

Your hand slid down Minho’s body, your fingers brushing against the waistband of Minho’s sweatpants, teasing the skin underneath. Minho gasped into the kiss, a small sound of need escaping him, and You pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes.

"You want this, don’t you?" Your voice was low, almost dangerous, but there was a warmth there too, a softness that made Minho’s heart race faster. "Want me to take care of you?"

Minho’s breath caught, and his body responded instinctively, his hips bucking forward, pushing into You. "Yes," he breathed, barely able to keep his voice steady. "Please."

You grinned, the power of control surging through You. With one swift motion, You slid Minho’s sweatpants down, revealing his body fully, the heat between them escalating. Minho’s pussy was already slick with arousal, and You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it, from how beautiful and vulnerable Minho looked in that moment.

Minho’s hands grabbed your shirt, pulling You down so their lips met again in a desperate kiss. Your hand slid back down Minho’s body, fingers tracing the delicate line from his clit to his folds before You pushed one finger inside slowly, feeling Minho’s body tremble under your touch.

A soft gasp escaped Minho’s lips, his hips bucking forward as You moved your finger, teasing him, making him squirm. You didn’t stop there. You added another finger, moving slowly, working Minho open, making sure the stretch didn’t hurt but only heightened the pleasure. Minho’s breath came in shallow gasps, and his body arched into your touch, every movement needy, desperate.

"Fuck, y/n," Minho moaned, his hands gripping your shoulders. "I need more. Please."

You smiled, your fingers curling inside Minho, hitting that sweet spot that made Minho cry out, a mix of pleasure and frustration in his voice. "Patience," You murmured, your voice almost soothing as You continued to stretch Minho, to prepare him for what was coming next.

Minho’s body was trembling now, and You could feel him getting close, the tension in his body building up with every movement. You added a third finger, pushing deeper, faster, and Minho’s breath came in ragged, needy gasps. The sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room, mingling with their heavy breathing.

Your lips met Minho’s once more, hard and fast this time, as You aligned yourself with Minho’s cunt, feeling the heat between them, the raw need. Minho’s body tensed in anticipation, and You could feel his muscles clenching, ready.

With a smooth, slow thrust, You buried yourself deep inside Minho, both of them gasping at the sensation. Minho’s body was tight around You, and You had to force yourself to stay still, to let Minho adjust, to give him time.

"God, you feel so good," Minho gasped, his hands reaching for your back, nails digging in. "So fucking good."

You began to move, slowly at first, testing the waters again, but soon your rhythm picked up, harder and faster. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies connecting—wet, slick, raw—and the heat between them intensified. Minho’s moans were a symphony to your ears, urging You on, pushing You further.

"Don’t hold back," Minho begged, his voice almost desperate. "Take me. I need you."

You gave in, pulling Minho closer, each thrust deeper, more intense, as they both teetered on the edge of something uncontrollable. The air was thick with sweat, the room spinning as your pace quickened, their bodies a blur of motion.

Minho's body arched, his nails digging into your back, as he came with a shout, his release spilling between them. The sound of his pleasure drove You to the edge, and with one final, powerful thrust, You followed, your body tensing as You came inside Minho, your own breath catching in your throat.

For a long moment, they stayed there, bodies tangled together, trying to catch their breath. The heat of the room seemed to pulse around them, a reminder of what they’d just shared.

You kissed Minho’s forehead softly, your hands tracing gentle circles on Minho’s back as they both relaxed, the silence settling between them. There was no need for words. The connection they had said everything.

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natalchartnurtures · 1 year ago

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So tell me Taylor, Who am I gonna take to be my ~Lover~?

Want a sneak peak into who YOU'RE gonna take to be your significant-long-term partner?

(pile 1 to 3- left to right)

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Pile 1:

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover..

Let me say this. You're opening card is the ten of cups, right of the bat.. there's this beautiful love I feel between the two of you. Their presence in your life would either happen as a consequence of you resolving some of your deep subconscious beliefs that kept you limited in terms of love or.. some of you beautiful folks I feel your person will help prove your limiting beliefs around love wrong. This part of your relationship may feel a lil scary and intense but your love for them will end up helping you all the way through.

Oh wow.. I'm getting that you and your person will take on life together, almost with this feeling of being comrades. Especially during your more difficult and uncertain times, your relationship with them will only get stronger. Its giving Bestie energy ✨️ Don't we love that around here? Hehe

They really help you calm down if you're prone to anxiety and/or overthinking. Their energy has a really calming effect on you. Which is probably one of your favorite things about them 😊

I'm getting a strong message of this person being radically different from your previous partners. Maybe you are used to partners who are possessive, lack emotional intelligence and always gave you a reason to worry but I feel your person is a FAR cry from this kinda energy which will surprise you at first I'm ngl 😅 but once you get on board with the newness they bring, you'll have a beautiful relationship with them :')

"Equal give and take" I hear. Aw.

I feel like before you did the inner work with your subconscious mind, you attracted partners that weren't all that healthy but I see that as soon as you put away your wounds and old unhelpful beliefs that you might have picked up from childhood, that may have kept your energy stagnant, to rest they will show up into your life. You won't be able to miss it!

Side note: Ya'll reeeeeally remind me of Zendaya and Tom Holland. I kept having visions of them in my mind while I was channeling for your pile.. Isn't that something 👀

That was your reading, pile 1. Hope you enjoyed it!

Love and light, sweet souls ✨️

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pile 2:

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Ooh.. I feel your person being highly intelligent and just really smart overall. They seem quite deep to me.. their energy is direct and doesn't really play around. They definitely come off strong to you when you first meet them. They don't seem to enjoy small talk or socializing "just for fun" they seem to take their social life really seriously which is why they might keep to themselves mostly having a very TIGHT group they let themselves mingle with.

I have to say this.. your person has developed an incredible relationship with their mind. A quite healthy one after years of suffering mental agony they have figured out how to master their own mind and as a result they seem quite mature and come off quite stable. They're giving off a strong regal vibe, like, they have a lot of self respect and/or a lot of people seem to respect your person. Your person strikes me like the kind that not everybody necessarily likes but somebody who is respected and revered (in some cases) nonetheless. Wow. Strong vibes. They could be quite an intense person too ngl. They might like to dip their toes into psychology or simply put, the Scorpionic arts or.. just be interested in the occult from time to time 👀

They may not believe in love before they meet you tbh.

They like to believe in what they have evidence for and seems like before meeting you they simply hadn't find evidence of real love.. aw, that's low-key so cute!

Your person comes off quite practical and earthy. They may move in a very strategic way, keeping their plans (and their life in general) mostly to themselves.. which is giving PRIVATE energy. They seem hella private 👀 haha

So you know they're gonna keep your relationship to themselves like it's a scared, precious thing that they gotta safeguard :')

Meeting you will POSITIVELY flip their world upside down. If there's one thing they don't understand, its love and romance. When you walk into their life, being your cute ass self, they won't know what to do with themselves and despite them being successful in their lives prior to meeting you, they'd feel lost with you. You make them feel.. dumb haha. Or they perceive it that way. You might think it to be ridiculously cute lmao.

They're definitely gonna feel A BURNING passion for you right from the get go and that's how they'll know that you're their person!

That was your reading, pile 2. Hope you enjoyed it!

Love and light, sweet souls ��️

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pile 3:

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be over-dramatic and true to my lover

So.. you guy's person and you come together in an interesting way. This is immediately telling me that your person is someone you don't expect to fall in love with. Ya'll might know each other for a while (depending on each person for how long exactly) and the feelings develop overtime. For some this person might reveal their feelings on accident while being drunk one night or something along those lines lmao (very specific, so take that with a grain of salt) lol but yea it's gonna be one of those really cute friends-to-lovers type situation with you and your person or enemies-to-lovers too maybe? 👀 Some KANTHONY vibes coming through #Bridgerton <3

Haha anyway.

You won't foresee a relationship between you and your person before it happens :p

Your person.. seems to have endured a partner before you (or many partners) who didn't really care for them. This may even be a feminine friend/family member as well. They broke your person's heart in a significant way and may even have manipulated you person into staying in the relationship (be it romantic or otherwise) which they eventually stood up to. Seems like a Karmic situation too btw. This Karmic situation, really helped your person grow and evolve into the person who was truly meant for you tho 😊 yay. They've healed from this previous heartbreak and somehow this road of healing brings them to you. Ah.. The reason why this previous relationship is coming into picture is because- they probably meet you while healing from this old situation.. they'd be hard at work trying to resolve the pain the went through and their reward for doing that is.. your love. AW. STOP IT! THAT'S CUTE <3

Ya'll remind me of that song "You Belong With Me" by our queen Taylor Swift. The lyrics are playing through my head now as I channel your person's energy. You could have additional messages in that song 😊

That was your reading, pile 3. Hope you enjoyed it!

Love and light, sweet souls ✨️

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actiniumwrites · 11 months ago

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hii may i request a hurt/comfort scenario with kazuha and alhaitham where reader feels insecure about their looks >< no need to specify what they feel insecure about specifically but they just don’t think they’re pretty enough for charac !!!

worthy

synopsis: you don’t feel good enough for them. they beg to differ.

characters: kazuha, alhaitham x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, insecurity, crying, some humor, not proofread

notes: thanks for the request, anon! hopefully you enjoy this, i really liked how kazuha’s turned out. alhaitham was so difficult to write for this prompt though 🥲

Kazuha:

You don’t know when it started. When, one day, your brain decided to make the shift from feeling the luckiest in the world to feeling utterly trapped. Maybe it was the way people looked at him, or maybe it was the way you never felt deserving of him in the first place, but either way, it didn’t matter.

It started in little things. Most days it just consisted of you wallowing in your reflection anytime you caught a glimpse of it. A passing moment of painful recollection that makes you feel less than deserving of him.

“Are you alright?” your boyfriend blurts out randomly. It isn’t like him, you think. Kazuha has never been the type of person to waste his words so suddenly without thought. His words are usually sugar coated and flow gently in the wind so as to not evoke harsh emotions.

The question makes you visibly pause. Quietly, you clasp your hands together to stop them from the inevitable shaking. Your shoulders seem to droop a little further and he hates the way your bottom lip dips into a depressing tremble.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale defeatedly, bringing a shaky hand up to cover your mouth.

“What for? I don’t believe you’ve done anything wrong,” his gentle white brows furrow. You hate how concerned he looks. Couldn’t he just be angry for once? At least then you wouldn’t feel so insane.

You bury your face in your hands, trying to shield yourself from not only him, but the entire world. It constantly feels like you have prying eyes on you, tearing apart each and every feature on your body. And, just as you predicted earlier, the tears you’ve become long acquainted with begin to make their way to the forefront of your eyes until they’re too heavy to hold.

Kazuha gently pushes your hands aside, instinctively placing them in your lap so he could wipe away your sadness. Still, you hang your head against your aching chest and let the pain seep out through your voice, “Don’t you hate it? The way I look? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Bother me? No. Of course not. I love everything about you. I could gaze into a thousand sunsets and the view still wouldn’t be as alluring as you are. There is no amount of stars in the beaming night sky or the deep red of fresh autumn leaves that could compare to you. Every time my hand aches to write a piece of poetry, it longs to write about you.”

You bashfully look away, trying to hide the smile appearing through your frown as you gaze out into the field next to you. Tenderly, Kazuha tilts your face back toward his as his ruby red eyes stare intensely into yours. You look back and forth between them before laughing quietly through your tears.

He hums proudly, shaking your shoulder a bit before leaning in to place a quick kiss to your lips, “and don’t try to deny it. You know every word I speak is nothing but the truth. I would never lie to you, honestly.”

Your eyes soften as you look at him, understanding now that your boyfriend is right. You’ve read his writing enough to know that whatever Kazuha found to hold truly beautiful was indeed actually beautiful. Because, in a world full of subjectivity, his word is like the law.

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham is practically flawless in all ways. It’s something you’ve realized long before you began dating him — began being friends, even. Aside from his harsh personality, he’s handsome, intelligent, a good leader, and so much more.

It makes you question why he’s even with you. Most of the time, you only joke about it with him and sometimes he even laughs about it. But there are the times where it isn’t just a passing comment or silly thought in the back of your mind, but rather, a growing virus that spreads a dangerous, lingering toxin throughout your body.

“Is something the matter?” Alhaitham nudges your shoulder quietly from beside you. He’s nice enough not to embarrass you in front of the group, shockingly. Despite being his partner, he didn’t often spare you of his “cruelties.”

Your eyes snap to his and out of the faraway place of insecure thoughts you were trapped in for a moment. Silently, you nod and return to listening to the group of people presenting a project to Alhaitham for approval at the Akademiya. His eyes continue to linger on you for a second, not buying any lies you might make up to make it seem like you’re okay. As apathetic as he may be, Alhaitham has indeed found a place in his heart to care about you.

But you can’t help but feel insecure as you watch them. All of them are so attractive and everyone in the room looks so drawn to them, eager to get a word in after. It makes you wonder what Alhaitham even sees in you. A man like himself, he could have anyone in the world.

“I could.”

“What?” your head snaps to him in terror, whispering a little too harshly, “did I say that out loud?”

“No. I can read minds, so I know what you’re thinking,” your boyfriend says blankly. You stare at him in sheer panic before the tiniest of smiles breaks out on his face, “I was joking.”

You frown and shove him ever so slightly away from you, “Yeah, well you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

Alhaitham takes one step closer to you than he had before, assuming the position he was in before you pushed him away. Only this time, he gently loops his arm with yours, something he only does when he feels a little more like showing affection. He isn’t the most physically affectionate, but you know what he means by it.

“I’m serious. I know that look on your face,” he whispers from next to you before turning to actually face you, “I could have anyone in the world, so why do you think I chose you?”

“Out of pity? I mean, look around us. I’m not exactly the best looking here,” you mumble, attempting to fight off the growing lump in your throat. So maybe Alhaitham isn’t so perfect, because you sure as hell hate the way he shows comfort.

He sighs irritated, “No, you idiot. Pity is a form of emotion I’ve never felt for anyone, not even you. You’re above the rest of them, so don’t doubt it for a second. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be standing here with you right now.”

“You’re so mean, you know? You don’t have to put other people down just to make me feel better,” you say, fighting a smile. He really should’ve taken a class on human emotion back in his scholar days.

Alhaitham turns away from you now, facing the presenters and ignoring your defense against his words, “I only speak truthfully. You are the only person in all of Teyvat that I want. You can choose to believe it or not, but that’s factual information.”

He’s right. Alhaitham hates lying because he sees no point in it. It’s something he’s told you a thousand times, maybe even more.

“Will you say it then?”

You still don’t believe him anyway.

He quirks a brow, “Say what?”

You hold onto his arm a little tighter, afraid he might slip away from you. That bit of doubt still lingering in your mind, “That you think I’m…you know…?”

Alhaitham sighs but gives in regardless. Staring you dead in the eyes with no room for any semblance of a lie, he whispers quietly, “Yes, I think you’re the prettiest person in all of Teyvat.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n

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karlachismylife · 6 months ago

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I just know Gaz is so fucking good at rock climbing. He's just built perfectly for it, he's got the endurance, the flexibility, the grip, the core strength, the agility, the arm spread, he's not too bulky and heavy like Soap or Ghost, his height gives him quite a lot of advantages (even though sometimes there are trails for us hobbits, but mostly being tall helps). Price could probably give him a run for his money, but since I headcanon that Price has seriously fucked up his spine and joints, especially in his fingers, he might be held back by this. Also I feel like Kyle has the best endurance out of all four of them, so he does extremely well on the long ones. He's also got that magical ability to be able to take a rest at the tiniest little handle, like literally catches himself with two toes and a pinch on a non-existent bump in the rock and relaxes as if he's lounging on a beach, all muscles resting before the upcoming difficult few meters.

Also he's one of those who will climb even in slippers, just because he gotta flex like that.

No I'm not drooling over his fingers wrapped in that tape in places where he ripped calluses off, you are.

Also this was induced by a SoapGaz thought where Gaz runs Soap through some intensive training on the climbing walls and enjoys the view of all that muscle bulk flexing and rippling as Soap struggles to find his balance and makes mistakes in dispersing his weight which limits his reach. He's so tense, he can barely slur his Scottish nonsense out, sweat streaming down the dip of his spine and soaking his tank top through.

When he finally falls of the wall after reaching the top handle, his fingers are shaking and he needs Kyle's help to untie the harness knot. Wipes his forehead, leaving a white streak of magnesia stuck to the wet skin, and huffs and grumbles about how he'll still beat Kyle's PR one day.

Gaz won't let him, of course. But he won't stop Johnny from trying either, because after that he gets to massage all those sore muscles Soap didn't even know existed, and listen to him groan as he shamelessly leaks into his boxers. Because why wouldn't Soap get off the post-gym muscle strain, really. And why wouldn't Gaz enjoy watching him get painfully hard and sensitive from barely sexual touch, exploding into his mouth as soon as Kyle wraps his lips around Soap's tip.

#juju's grumbles #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #soap x gaz #gaz x soap #soapgaz #soap cod #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #listen i just really wanna go rock climbing again #this shit makes me feel so alive #and i just know gaz would volunteer as a trainer for kids groups in his local rock climbing club #also the one i am going to has this old man who has one arm amputated up to the elbow #BEST FUCKING CLIMBER IN THE CLUB #he's literally a beast i've seen him climb the 15 meters wall in seconds #also tatted up and wears a bandana and has like long white hair #i have such a crush on him #he's a trainer and i want to work with him so bad but also i know i'll embarrass myself #and my level is just really pathetic #so i just drool in my weakling corner as i watch him casually do the shit i can't even dream of with all my limbs intact

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zorosdimples · 2 years ago

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mdni - a messy zoro thirst that is a continuation of this thought (zoro has an oral fixation) <3 reader has breasts and a vagina.

maybe it’s because he always has a sword in that smart ass mouth of his. maybe it’s because he can’t simply sit still—he needs to keep some part of his body moving. maybe it’s because he spent well over two decades of his life without physical affection.

whatever it is, when you’re alone with zoro, he’s bound to get his mouth on you one way or another.

“stop bein’ difficult,” zoro huffs as he hovers over you, the faintest lilt of amusement lacing his tone. a hulking hand crosshatched with scars encircles both of your wrists, pinning them above you to rest on the wooden floor.

the swordsman is so strong that jerking your arms with all your might doesn’t move his steel grip an inch. he licks his lips and they split into a devious grin, cheeks dimpling.

“zoroooo. m’tired,” you whine, resorting to an emotional plea.

“why’d you join me for night watch then, hm?” he taunts. the hand that isn’t restraining yours rests firmly on your belly.

“wanted to spend time with you.” your sweet admission makes his heart flutter, but he refuses to give you any latitude.

“and you are, baby,” he says smugly. his free hand dances down to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath, rough fingertips grazing against your flesh to rest atop the waistband of your shorts.

the airy sigh you breathe lets him know that he has won, but his hand doesn’t move any further, his lone eye searching yours for approval. he tsks as you hold his gaze in defiance. he shifts to bring a large knee up to rest snugly between your soft thighs and chuckles when you stifle a moan.

“c’mon,” he entreats, resting his forehead hotly against yours. “let me have a treat since i’ve gotta stay up all night.”

“fine,” you whisper, too tired and riled up to hold him off any longer, no bite to your voice.

the word has barely left your lips before he pulls down your shorts and underwear and presses your knees to your chest. zoro brings his face down to your sticky cunt, hot breath and intense stare sending a shiver through your body. his eye flickers up to yours and doesn’t waver as he lets a glistening string of spit drip from between his chapped lips onto your swollen clit. he dips down to smear the spit with a chaste kiss.

“jus’ enjoy,” he rasps before utterly devouring you until you’re a whimpering, overstimulated mess. after that he’ll nip at and suckle on your tits until he’s ready to go back down and suck on your clit until you cry.

you just have to take it.

#please accept this as an apology for not being on top of my wips #work has been rough and my brain has been fried #did i mention that i’m in love with him?#he’s a menace i love it #zoro smut #one piece smut #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x reader smut #one piece #one piece x reader #zoro <3 #༄ kae writes

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shizuturnspages · 6 months ago

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UR NEWEST POST ABOUT BREAKING UP WITH DILUC??AHBAJWJSJSNSB YESS. Its pure perfection. I have nothing else to say. What happens after his darling wakes up tho?

I'm so happy you liked it <3

After his darling wakes up, this is what might happen:

The world comes back in hazy fragments: a dull ache throbbing in the back of your head, the sensation of rough, unyielding fabric against your wrists, the muffled sound of crackling embers nearby. You blink, slowly coming to, the dim light casting a warm glow that feels strangely… comforting. But then, as the fog clears, a new feeling settles in—a sharp jolt of realization, of panic. Your wrists are bound.

Eyes flying open, you see the familiar walls of what must be a room within Dawn Winery, the deep red decor and soft flicker of candlelight unmistakably Diluc’s style. It’s not your room, though; this is somewhere tucked away, a space meant to stay hidden, secluded from prying eyes. You strain against the ropes, the roughness biting into your skin as you test your limits, only to find them hopelessly secure.

A soft rustling pulls your attention. Across the room, a shadow stirs, and out of the darkness, Diluc steps forward, a subtle, intense smile lingering on his lips. There’s a warmth in his eyes, but it’s a smouldering warmth—possessive, unyielding, and somehow all the more terrifying for it.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. He crosses the room, his steady gaze never leaving yours. In his hand, he holds a small cloth—a fresh one this time, free from the faint scent that lingered the last time he put you under. “I was starting to think you’d sleep forever.”

You shift, straining against your restraints, but his eyes flick to your wrists, a frown creasing his brow. “Careful,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “Those ropes weren’t meant to hurt you, but if you struggle like that, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

The words should sound like a warning, but in his low, velvety tone, they’re almost soothing. He reaches out, fingertips brushing over your wrist as if to reassure you, his touch lingering just a bit too long.

“Diluc,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse and tension. “What… what are you doing? This isn’t—”

He cuts you off with a gentle finger pressed against your lips, his gaze darkening slightly as he tilts his head. “Shh… I’m only doing what’s necessary. You kept talking about leaving, and I… I can’t allow that. I won’t lose you.” His voice dips, the determination behind it like a steel blade wrapped in silk. “You belong here, with me. Don’t you understand that?”

He moves closer, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve been restless,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing the side of your face. “But I can give you everything you need, right here. There’s no need for you to go anywhere else.”

A rush of fear runs through you, but there’s an undeniable tension in the air as he leans closer, his face mere inches from yours. The warmth radiating off him, the rough timbre of his voice—it sends a confusing, almost dizzying sensation down your spine. And somehow, despite everything, there’s a part of you that finds it difficult to look away.

“What are you… going to do with me?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, though it comes out barely a whisper. His gaze flickers over your face, studying you, as if weighing every word, every breath.

Diluc’s lips curl into a soft smile, but there’s nothing comforting in it. “I’m going to take care of you,” he replies, his voice so sure, so unwavering. “You won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll keep you safe, away from anyone else who might try to take you from me.”

He leans in, the warmth of his breath brushing over your cheek as he speaks. “I’d go to any length for you. Don’t you see that?” His voice is barely a whisper, yet it sends a shiver down your spine, his words laced with an intensity that’s as thrilling as it is frightening.

As he pulls back slightly, his hand slides to your shoulder, lingering there as his thumb brushes gentle circles over your skin. The gesture is almost tender, yet his grip is unyielding, a silent reminder that he’s in control.

“You’ve always been so stubborn,” he continues, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I think, deep down, you know this is where you belong. Here, with me.” His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a beat too long before he looks back into your eyes, his expression unreadable.

In that moment, you realize there’s no reasoning with him, no convincing him otherwise. He’s made up his mind, his devotion twisted into something unrecognizable, something possessive and consuming. And as much as you want to deny it, there’s a part of you that’s captivated by his intensity, by the way he looks at you as if you’re the only thing in his world.

With a soft sigh, he reaches out, tracing his fingers along your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You’ve driven me to this, you know,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, as if he’s confessing a dark, shameful secret. “You kept pushing me away, kept trying to leave. And I… I can’t let that happen.”

His hand drifts to your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering determination. “I’ve given you everything,” he says softly, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. “And yet… it was never enough, was it?”

“Diluc, please,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “You don’t have to do this. I won’t—”

But he shakes his head, cutting you off with a sad, almost wistful smile. “I know you’re afraid,” he says, his fingers brushing over your skin in a tender, almost reverent touch. “But in time, you’ll see that this is for the best. You’ll come to understand… even if I have to keep you here forever.”

His thumb brushes over your lower lip, lingering there as his eyes darken, a hunger flickering in their depths that sends a shiver through you. He leans in, his face so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his lips barely a whisper away from yours. “One day,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous promise. “You’ll thank me for this. You’ll see that no one else could ever care for you the way I do.”

With that, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary. It’s a gesture that would have once been comforting, reassuring—but now, it only serves as a chilling reminder of the depth of his obsession, of the lengths he’s willing to go to keep you by his side.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice a soft, possessive murmur. “And no one else will ever have you.”

And as he pulls back, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder, you realize with a sinking feeling that he means every word. In his twisted, unwavering devotion, he’s claimed you as his own, bound you to him in a way that goes beyond reason or sanity. And as you look into his eyes, you know that there’s no escape from the hold he has over you—a hold that’s as fierce and unbreakable as the man himself.

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peakyloverrr · 4 days ago

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Lab rat . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

warnings: p n v, unprotected sex, slapping, drugging, noncon (kind of), manipulation, oblivious reader, fem reader!, overstimulation. MDNI 18+

A/N: please let me know if i happened to miss any warnings!

word summary: 4.5k

summary: your a new patient at Arkham, Dr. crane takes a liking to you.

You spent your teenage years in isolation—older men, drugs, jazz clubs; all the kinds of things that could numb you for a while. By 16, you were already a walking party favor, lost in the chaos of your own self-destruction. By 18, after countless attempts on your life, your distant parents had finally decided to send you to one of the worst psychiatric hospitals in Gotham—Arkham.

Every single day was a living nightmare. Half the patients were having conversations with the Grim Reaper himself. You hated it all. Well, most of it.

there was Dr. Crane. He helped you get through it.

He was kind, compassionate. It baffled you how much criticism he had to endure.

How could anyone hate someone so god-like?

Those pale blue eyes of his—enough to send a girl into cardiac arrest.

Those weekly sessions? The only reason you kept pushing through them was to make him proud.

The sessions were never in the same place. Dr. Crane justified it by saying things like:

“I prefer a different room each week. It prevents stagnation—breaks the mind’s tendency to anchor itself to comfort.”

You never really understood what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. Especially when each word came out of his throat in such a smooth, hypnotic manner.

The first few times you met with him, he was sly. His questions would bring up dark memories—ones that made your skin crawl. The kinds you fought so hard to bury. What kind of strategy was this? But then, you were introduced to a new kind of ‘anti-depressant.’

The overhead light hummed. The walls sweated condensation.

You sat cross-legged on the cold metal chair, your hands folded neatly in your lap. The ribbon in your hair crooked, almost defiantly. You hadn’t said a word in nine minutes.

Across from you, Dr. Jonathan Crane stared. His pen poised but still.

“You’ve been difficult to medicate,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “I thought we’d try something a little more progressive.”

He slid a small paper cup across the table, followed by an amber-green bottle, the kind of thing you’d find crushed under a boot in an alley. It had a dropper.

“It’s a cognitive recalibrator—sublingual delivery, metabolized quickly. The dosage is precise. Microscopic, really.”

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, already squeezing three solid drops into the cup. He swirled it around carefully, making sure the liquids mixed. Then he looked at you.

“Open your hands.”

You did as you were told, feeling his cold fingers brush yours for a moment—brief, sharp. He placed the cup in your hands, his fingers lingering for a second too long.

“It’s nothing extraordinary,” he continued. “Just a small enhancement to your current treatment. You’ll feel… clearer.”

He leaned back slightly, studying you with a clinical gaze, his voice softening just a little. “I want you to drink it. Now. Slowly.”

A beat passed. His eyes narrowed, a cold intensity in them now.

“Let me see what it does to you.”

You hesitated, breath catching in your throat.

“Drink it for me,” he coaxed. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Then, his voice dipped lower, almost a whisper. “Be good.”

Of course, you complied without question. The liquid slid down your throat, smooth but potent. It hit you like a hurricane—your arms growing limp, your words slurring, pupils dilating. Thoughts evaporated, leaving only one: him. You could practically feel the love hearts floating in your eyes, like some ridiculous cartoon.

Dr. Crane stepped around the table, his presence filling the room. He stood beside your chair, his grip harsh as he forced you to meet his gaze.

But God, the butterflies swarmed in your stomach.

“Fascinating,” he mused. “How quickly it takes hold. I thought you’d be more resistant.”

He moved closer, his body almost engulfing yours. His fingers curled beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up to him. His touch was clinical, yet something about it felt like a promise.

“Look at you now,” he murmured, his voice darker, more possessive. “Completely mine.”

His thumb brushed over your lower lip, watching your every reaction, every shift of your body.

“Can you hear me, darling?” he asked, voice low and deliberate. “Can you understand what I’m saying?”

The question hung in the air, but you couldn’t focus on anything but him. You melted under his gaze, unable to think, unable to resist.

“Mmm,” he hummed, almost satisfied. “You’re finally starting to listen.”

His tone dropped lower, dangerously possessive.

“All for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, frantic, gripping his wrist as if it were the only thing grounding you. The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw, desperate.

“All yours. You own me, Dr. Crane.”

The confession left your mouth unbidden, but there was no taking it back. And if you were being honest with yourself, you meant every single word.

“So responsive…” he whispered to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s as if you almost need me, my pretty, pretty girl.”

Silly, needy whimpers slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Was that a serious question? Look at the state you were in—he had you exactly where he wanted, like putty in his hands. You were melting into his touch, as if you were a puppet and he, the master of your strings.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmured, his voice smooth as he lifted you effortlessly from the chair. He hoisted you onto the table, standing between your legs. His hands moved to brush the hair from your face, and without thinking, you tilted your head back, silently begging for more.

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at your scalp, exposing the delicate curve of your collarbone. “Oh, you’re trembling,” he teased, his voice low as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. He placed the softest kiss against your neck, and the sound that escaped your lips was something between a moan and a gasp—a tender, shuddering cry.

“How could they lock you up in a place like this?” he coaxed, his kisses growing harder, more urgent. They were the kind of kisses that would leave bruises. “You’re too innocent,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You must be so frightened.”

His words cut through you like a blade, but instead of fear, all you felt was an insatiable craving to be consumed by him entirely.

“You have to keep me safe, Dr. Crane…” you mumbled, your voice breathless. “I need your… oh… protection, please.” A gasp escaped your lips as his kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin, moving ever so close to your lips.

Your nails dug into his back, the fabric of his suit pressing against your skin, making the pain bearable, but only just.

The hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed tightly together. His breath came in uneven bursts, his own arousal becoming more apparent with each passing second.

“You know I’ll look after you, darling,” he murmured, his voice dark and soothing as his hand slid under your shirt, skimming the bare skin of your waist. “Who else is gonna do it, huh? Look at you, so fuckin’ clingy… You can’t be left alone in this godforsaken world.” His words were sharp, full of scorn, but there was a dangerous kind of tenderness to them that only seemed to draw you in further.

The sensation of his palm against you was like a jolt of electricity. It sent waves of heat and cold crashing through your body, making your skin prickle and your nerves come alive. You whimpered, arching into his touch, the fabric of your shirt no barrier to the power of his grip.

His thumbs rolled over your nipples, a gentle pressure that was just shy of painful, but it was enough to make you squirm on the cold metal table, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. If he pushed down just a little harder, you knew you would shatter into a million little pieces, each one craving his touch more than the last.

“When was the last time you got fucked, hm?” he whispered, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. The question sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a warm flush spread across your cheeks. You didn’t have to think hard to know the answer—it had been months. Months of cold, lonely nights in the asylum, with no one to warm your bed but the ghosts of your past.

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand slid up your shivering body, his touch like fire on ice. He chuckled, a low, dark sound that made you want to squirm. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, his hands deftly moving to the hem of your shirt. The fabric was rough under his fingertips, the material sticking to your skin from the cold sweat that had broken out all over your body. He began to peel it away, his eyes never leaving yours once the material slipped over your head, revealing your pale, goose-bumped stomach.

“Stunning,” he mumbled under his breath. His hands stayed groping your waist, his eyes lingering on your bare chest before meeting yours again. The room was a haze of desire, and you felt as if you were drowning in his gaze—like he was the only thing keeping you afloat.

Then, without warning, his mouth crashed into yours. It was a brutal kiss, one that left you seeing stars. His teeth scraped against yours, the feeling only adding to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that surged through you. His tongue danced with yours, invading your mouth with an urgency that was almost frightening. He tasted like mints and something much darker, something that made your pulse race and your heart stutter.

As his kisses grew more demanding, his hands slid down your waist, stopping on each of your thighs. He didn’t break the kiss once, even if his body was begging him to take a moment to breathe. Instead, he squeezed your thighs, his grip tight and firm. You felt a thrill of fear mingled with excitement at his display of power. Each squeeze sent a bolt of pleasure shooting up to your core, making you squirm against him.

The sound of your breathless gasps filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of the table beneath you. He pulled away from your mouth, his eyes locked on yours, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he watched you pant for air.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, my darling?” he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick with desire. Your body responded before your mind could even process the question—spreading your legs wider, offering yourself up to him without hesitation.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he spoke, the question rhetorical. He didn’t need an answer; his calloused hand cupped your mound over the thin fabric of your shorts, and your body arched into his touch like it was the most natural response in the world. The material was soft under his grip, a stark contrast to the harshness of the metal table beneath you, but the pressure was everything you craved.

You used both hands to grip his wrist, your head falling back as you moved yourself against it. The friction was building, the need growing like a wildfire inside of you. “Oh good girl,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with each gasp you made. “Keep moving like that for me.”

You did, your hips grinding against his hand. The fabric of your shorts grew wetter with each passing second, his touch igniting a spark in you that you hadn’t felt in so long. It was as if he had control over your very soul, and you were powerless to resist. The room spun around you, the edges of your vision going blurry with lust.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Bet you could cum like this, couldn’t you? Just from me touching you like this.” His voice was a siren’s song, the sweetest of promises wrapped in a veneer of darkness. And you believed him—you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every jerk of your hips.

“I-if that’s what you want,” you panted, suddenly picking up the pace. Your body was a marionette, his every command sending you into a frenzy of need. Your hips were practically slamming into his hand, up and down, over again, like your only prayer. “I’ll cum for Dr. Crane,” you moaned, the words leaving your mouth as a declaration of submission.

His eyes darkened at the sound of your voice, the smirk on his face growing wider. His hand pressed harder, the fabric of your shorts now soaked through. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Keep going. Show me how much you want it.”

With a feral growl, you did. Each grind of your hips against his hand was a silent plea for more, your breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as you chased that sweet release. You were so close, so fucking close—the tension in your stomach was coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. You could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was going to rip through you like a tornado.

And then it hit. Your eyes rolled back, and the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I’m doing it, I’m doing it, fuck, I’m cumming for you!” The declaration was raw, primal, and filled with a need so intense it was almost painful. The world around you blurred into a mess of colors, your body spasming as you came, hard and fast, the force of your orgasm leaving your muscles trembling.

You fell forward onto his arm, his hand still pressed firmly against you, he felt it through your shorts, pretty much coating his hand. “Oh, that’s it,” he whispered to you, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve done so well, my little love.” His hand moved over your sex, drawing out the last gasps of pleasure from your quivering body. His other hand stroked your hair gently, as if trying to soothe the storm he’d unleashed within you.

Then, his tone changed. “you know, darling, I can’t just give this kind of pleasure away for free, can I?” His words were a dark tease, and you felt your heart sink slightly. What was he asking of you? You looked up at him, eyes glazed with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and saw the twisted smirk on his lips.

He tugged at the waistband of your shorts, his eyes never leaving yours. “C’mon, face down, ass up. Let’s see if you’re as good at taking as you are at begging for it,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and command. He patted the cold, hard table next to your hips, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run through you. Before you could even process what was happening, he had flipped you over, your stomach and breasts pressing against the unyielding metal, his hand firmly planted between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place.

“You should know, I don’t like having to wait,” he murmured as he bent over your back, brushing the hair out of your face with his other hand. The heat from his body was like a blanket around you, his erection pressing into your ass, trapped behind those expensive tailored suit pants. It was clear that he was starting to get impatient, his need palpable as he ground himself against you, his frustration making him harder and more demanding.

“One more thing before we get started,” he whispered, his breath hot on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You watched as he reached for the amber bottle, the same one that had brought you to this state of desperate need. His hand wrapped around it, the sound of the cap twisting off echoing in the quiet of the room. He squeezed the dropper, filling it with a generous amount of the shimmering liquid. You knew what was coming, but the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

He tapped the dropper against the bottle, watching the excess dribble out before bringing it to your mouth. “Say ahh,” he commanded, and you obeyed, your eyes widening as the dropper slipped under your tongue. The liquid was incredibly bitter, almost nauseating, a taste you hadn’t quite experienced before. It coated your tongue and throat as you swallowed it down, feeling the intensity of it spread through your body like wildfire.

“Excellent,” he mumbled, placing the bottle back down on the table with a soft click. He leaned away from you, and you felt the loss of his warmth like a cold shower. He gripped the hem of your shorts, and without any hesitation, began to tug them down your trembling legs. The fabric drifted over your skin, the cold air of the room a stark contrast to the heat between your thighs. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but oddly excited. His touch was firm, almost rough, as he pulled your shorts down to your ankles, the sound of the fabric scraping against the metal table echoing in the room.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructed, his voice low and demanding. You obeyed, feeling a strange thrill at his dominance. Your heart raced in your chest, your breaths coming out in short, sharp pants as he stepped back to admire his work. The anticipation was agonizing, but you knew it was only going to get better. Or worse.

The sound of his belt whipping through the loops of his pants was the only sound that filled the room. You felt your body tense up, expecting the sting of leather on your skin, but instead, his hand came down on your ass—a firm, open-palmed slap that echoed through the cold, sterile air. You gasped, your eyes flying open in shock, only to see the smug look on his face.

“You shouldn’t be walking around the asylum like that, what if one of those animals comes and gets you hm?” he spoke, his cock now resting against your cheek, the one that was bright red from his touch. “They would eat you alive if they had the chance,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You couldn’t react, it was too late. His cock was now pressing at your entrance, the tip of it sliding in. “I-I.. oh holy fuck—“ you blurted out. The sensation was overwhelming—the pressure, the heat, the sheer size of him. You’d had sex before, but none of those encounters had ever been like this. This was something else entirely—something primal and all-consuming.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “Seems like the antidepressants are working wonders on you, doesn’t everything feel a million times better?” he mumbled, his voice thick with arousal as he pushed into you so very slowly, savoring the feel of your tightness around him.

You couldn’t form words, all you could do was nod, your face buried in the cold metal of the table. Each inch of him stretched you out, filled you up until it was all you could focus on—the feeling of his cock sliding into you. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before—like every nerve ending in your body had been set on fire. You felt his hand move from your hair to your hips, his grip firm as he began to thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

“Such a tight hole,” he praised, his voice tight with lust. His movements grew faster, more demanding, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through your body. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly aside, his eyes never leaving yours as he lifted his shirt up, watching himself move in and out of you with a dark fascination. “Taking me so well,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver down your spine. It was a strange kind of praise, but you found yourself craving more of it, desperate to please him in any way possible.

Then, you felt his free hand slip underneath your body, the coldness of his fingers against your feverish skin making you gasp. His touch was firm, almost punishing, as he found the swollen bud of your clit and began to toy with it—flicking and pressing it with a precision that had you squirming.

You realized, with a sudden jolt, that the medication he’d been feeding you wasn’t an antidepressant at all. It was a concoction of his own making, a drug designed to make you hyper-sensitive to his every whim. And as his cock filled you up, and his fingers played with you, you were at the mercy of that high. It was too much, almost painful in its intensity, but you didn’t want it to stop.

He watched your face contort in a mix of pleasure and pain, a dark glint in his eye. “It’s so much isn’t it, baby?” he taunted, his voice low and smug. “Can you handle it?” His thrusts grew deeper, more forceful, his fingers pressing against your clit with a precision that had you teetering on the edge of a second orgasm. “You’re already so overstimulated, aren’t you?”

Your response was a garbled mess of sounds, your body a writhing mass beneath him. “I-I-I—” you stammered, unable to form any coherent thought, let alone words. It was as if his control over you was so complete that you could only exist to serve his whims.

“Come on, darling, don’t keep it all to yourself,” he said, his voice a dark, velvet purr in your ear. His hand tightened on your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust harder, pushing you closer to the precipice. “Spit it out,” he ordered again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your eyes rolled back, and with a final, desperate gasp, you screamed, “cum—“ The word was raw and needy, a desperate plea for release. Your entire body was trembling, your walls clenching around him in a vise-like grip. The sensation was so intense it was almost unbearable, your legs kicking and thrashing beneath his weight as if trying to break free from their own constraints.

And then, the world shattered. You felt your body convulse as the orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, the intensity of it stealing your breath away. Your vision went white, and for a brief, beautiful moment, all you could feel was the sweet oblivion of pleasure. It was as if you’d been thrown into a vortex of sensation, with only Dr. Crane’s firm grip on your hips anchoring you to reality.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” you panted over and over again, your voice a staccato symphony of need. It was as if you were speaking in a language only he could understand—a dialect of desire that he was fluent in. He kept slamming into you, his rhythm unrelenting, his eyes never leaving your ass. The sound of your skin slapping against the metal table filled the room, the only other noise the desperate sounds of your breaths and his grunts of pleasure.

Then, his fingers left your clit, the absence of the pressure like a cold gust of wind. Your body protested, arching back to chase his touch. But before you could voice your complaint, they were back, pressing into you, circling you again. “Again?” he cooed, his voice a dark whisper that sent a thrill through your core.

And so it went on—a dance of pain and pleasure that seemed to last an eternity. Each time you thought you couldn’t take it, each time you thought you’d hit your limit, he’d whisper, “Again,” and somehow, your body would respond. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through you, leaving you a trembling mess on the table, your eyes glazed over with the intensity of it all.

“C’mon baby, I know it’s hurting just one more for me yeah?” he pleaded, his fingers moving as fast as lightning on your clit. The nub was so swollen it felt like it might just burst, and you could feel the beginnings of another climax building deep within you. The pain was exquisite, a beautiful agony that you never wanted to end. “You’ve got it in you, don’t you? One more... for me?” he coaxed, his voice a dark symphony of lust and manipulation.

Your body responded before your mind could even process his words. You felt the orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing tighter and tighter. It was like a bomb waiting to explode, and you were the one holding the trigger. With a final, desperate cry, you did just that—you came for him. It was a scream of pure pleasure that echoed through the room, your body convulsing so hard you thought you might break the table.

Dr. Crane’s eyes widened, watching your every spasm with a mix of hunger and satisfaction. That was the one that sent him over the edge. He knew you were so sore, that he’d pushed you beyond your limits, and he loved the power that gave him. His panting grew heavier, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as his hips jerked erratically. “Fuck, fuck, pussy’s so good, yup, fuck, clench me just like that, darling—“ he blurted out before the ropes of semen shot into you, filling you up like a warm, thick liquid. The sensation was almost too much, a strange mix of pleasure and pain that made your toes curl.

He collapsed over your back, his cock still buried deep inside you. The warmth of his body was almost suffocating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You felt him twitch and pulse as he emptied himself into you, his breaths hot and heavy on your neck. He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, his grip on your hips loosening slightly as he enjoyed the aftermath of his own pleasure.

Then, with a smug sneer, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. The sensation of his withdrawal was almost painful—a stark contrast to the fullness you’d grown accustomed to. He stepped back, tucking his cock back into his pants with a look of satisfaction that made you feel used, but in the best way possible. You felt a strange mix of emotions—disgust at what you’d just done, but also a thrill of excitement. You were his now, completely under his control.

#smut #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane #batman begins #jonathan crane smut #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #batman begins smut

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belit0 · 2 months ago

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Can you do a scenario with founders + indra + izuna where they catch the reader dry humping a pillow and moaning their name or the characters make the reader hump a pillow as punishment

Uchihas punish, Senjus coax.

Indra

The air in the room was thick—heavy with something unseen, something that coiled around her lungs and made it hard to breathe.

Indra’s voice was calm. Too calm.

–Since you want to behave like a spoiled little menace, you’ll handle it yourself.

The mattress dipped as he settled beside her, watching. His presence loomed, quiet and unyielding, an unspoken command wrapped in silence.

(Y/N) swallowed hard, hands tightening into the sheets.

–Go on.– His fingers trailed up the delicate slope of her back, light, ghosting. –Show me how badly you need it.–

Heat curled low in her stomach, mortifying in its intensity. She wanted to fight it—wanted to, but he was there, his breath warm against her skin, his presence like gravity itself.

–Slowly.– The word was nothing more than a murmur, but it bound her as surely as shackles.

And so, she moved—hesitant, burning, excruciatingly aware of his eyes following every shift, every breath, every quiver that betrayed her.

A sharp exhale.

Then—his hand pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her deeper, making sure she felt every inch of the unbearable friction.

Indra only chuckled.

–Maybe next time, you’ll learn to behave.

Madara

She had pushed too far.

Madara’s patience was not infinite—she knew this, had always known it—and yet, she had tested it anyway.

And now, she was here, her body thrumming with something between defiance and surrender, her lips parted as she panted against the soft fabric beneath her.

–Always pushing limits...

His voice was low, edged with amusement. Not the warm kind—no, this was the sharp, biting kind, the one that wrapped around her like a chain.

–Is this what you wanted?– His fingers curled into the back of her neck, a silent warning.

(Y/N) bit her lip, but the sound still escaped—humiliatingly soft, trembling, undeniable.

Madara laughed.

The sound was dark, rich, devastating.

–Poor thing.– His hand slid down, ghosting over her hip. Not helping, never helping—just a reminder, just to make her feel how empty, how helpless she was like this.

She trembled.

–Go on, then.– The command was smooth, effortless, as if he were asking her to do something as simple as kneeling at his feet. –If you want to act like a brat, you can make yourself suffer for it.–

The movement was slow, unbearable—agonizing.

And Madara?

Madara only watched.

Izuna

–You wanted to be difficult.

His voice was smooth, a silken thread of amusement and cruel affection.

(Y/N) buried her face into the sheets, her nails curling into them—anything to ground herself.

–Now look at you, such a needy mess.

Izuna savored this.

Savored the sight of her writhing beneath his gaze, of the way she trembled with every movement, of the muffled whimpers she tried—and failed—to suppress.

His hand was a ghost, a whisper at the nape of her neck, never pressing, never guiding—only watching, only enjoying.

(Y/N) let out a soft, desperate sound.

Izuna chuckled.

–You can be such a handful, love.

His touch skimmed lower, featherlight, devastating. Not enough, never enough.

–Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before talking back, hum?

Hashirama

The door creaked.

(Y/N) barely noticed—too lost, too undone, too caught up in the heat pooling deep in her stomach.

And then—

A sharp inhale.

She froze.

The presence in the doorway was unmistakable.

Her breath hitched, mortification washing over her in a crashing wave, but before she could scramble for an excuse—

–Oh.

A single syllable.

Soft. Low. Hushed.

She turned her head, heart hammering, only to meet the wide, darkened eyes of Hashirama.

His mouth was parted—not in shock. Not quite.

Something unreadable flickered over his face.

A swallow. A slow, hesitant step forward.

–I... should go.

And yet, he didn’t.

He stood there, caught in place, caught in her.

Caught in the soft, shuddering breath that slipped past her lips.

–Unless...

The words died before he could finish them.

He was staring.

A moment passed.

Then another.

His fingers flexed.

And then—

He closed the door.

Tobirama

She didn’t hear him enter.

Didn’t hear the door push open, the sound of footsteps halting just beyond the threshold.

Didn’t notice anything—

Until the air changed.

Until a voice, low and sharp, cut through the silence like a blade.

–What... do you think you’re doing?

(Y/N) startled.

Her breath caught, her entire body freezing, heat burning up her neck in a wave of mortification.

Tobirama was standing there—rigid, unreadable, impossibly still.

His gaze was locked onto her.

Her stomach dropped.

Silence stretched between them, taut and unbearable.

Then—slowly—his eyes darkened.

–You shouldn’t be doing this alone.

The words were quiet. Measured.

Not quite a reprimand.

Not quite permission.

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revehae · 10 months ago

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warnings: noncon, hair pulling

wc. 765 (what a silly number)

eunseok could see everything. the delicate swell of your supple chest damp with sweat, a sticky blend of his and your own. the plush mound of your ass in his hands. even the bone of your elbow against his thigh as it shoved against him, his hand tangled in your hair.

in his mind, at least. never in a million years would you voluntarily offer him so breath-taking a view of yourself, but eunseok didn’t mind. he liked the chase.

he always saw you around campus. he couldn’t help it. you were the only one in university dressed as if you were attending catholic school. he had never seen anything below your knee-length skirts, and even with your legs on display, they were more often than not sheathed in tall white socks.

but your displays of modesty only made him more determined to expose what laid underneath.

eunseok watched the seasons change and your outfits do little to accommodate the hottening weather. he was lucky to see even a few inches of your skin in the summertime. he imagined how much you sweated, how much the moisture gathered on the dip between your breasts and clung to your back.

you had never thought much of eunseok, always assuming he was harmless, but he seemed maybe even a touch kind. there had been a time where you dropped a pen, and without a trace of a smile, eunseok handed it back to you silently. you didn’t even clock how his fingers brushed yours for an additional second or two, thinking he was trying to ensure the pen was firm in your grasp before he let go.

he was random and fleeting. never there for longer than a few moments, and he touched you for even less. gone before you could say as much as a thanks. maybe you had even become curious about him too, because he never stayed in one place for too long, only ever around enough to leave you wondering.

but your curiosity, as quickly as it was piqued, was sated even quicker. you did not want to know anything more about eunseok. you would have been perfectly fine with never seeing him again. and eunseok would move on, but not before he took what he wanted from you.

eunseok’s chest was flush against your back, pressuring your writhing body still beneath his weight. you felt naked. you were naked. eunseok had wanted to slowly reveal your sacred skin, piece by piece, but the horror in your eyes as he yanked at every bit of fabric made him impatient. savoring you was never what he had in mind. this tryst was merely a burst of spontaneity.

you had never felt more exposed and vulnerable. eunseok stuck a hand between your bare legs, which made you jolt and squeeze them shut. with an exasperated groan, eunseok widened the gap between your thighs with his knee, fisting his hand in your hair with a murmured threat. “stop being difficult.”

eunseok didn’t have to see it. he could feel how you tensed under his skin with the intention of making it even harder, for him but unknowingly for yourself, until you felt him starting to penetrate your unused cunt. a broken whimper fell from your lips, a sound you never knew you were capable of making.

it made eunseok’s head spin. the chaotic tameness of your voice. the shocked shudder of your body beneath him and your thighs instinctively attempting to close on him. and the tight, sweet pulse of warmth around his cock. it wasn’t wet, courtesy of eunseok being too zealous. but he couldn’t bring himself to care, because it was like the more he moved and the deeper he pushed, the more intense the pleasure wrecking through his spine.

“please, be gentle,” you whispered to him with a hint of resignation. you didn’t cry, but he tell you wanted to. your voice shook like you were willing it not to.

“gentle?” eunseok repeated, chuckling breathlessly. he had to admit, you had put up one hell of a fight. “not exactly what i had in mind.”

you resisted him. or tried to, at least. but eunseok didn’t have much trouble keeping you comfortably locked beneath him, your feeble attempt to defend yourself doing nothing to hurt him as he forced himself in and out.

but he liked that you tried. because he could feel your body dampening with the effort. your elbows pressing into his thigh. the shape of your ass inadvertently pushing into his grasping hand.

it was exactly as he had imagined.

#tw: noncon #eunseok smut #song eunseok smut #riize smut #dark riize

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xvysarene · 1 year ago

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader Words: ~3.3k Genre: Suggestive Notice: 3rd person POV, Mentions of alcohol, Slight OOC Zayne (not a teetotaler)

[ᝰ.ᐟ MASTERLIST]

“I know a healthier way to relieve stress, doctor.”

Alcohol-induced thoughts had rolled off her tongue effortlessly.

She had expected his towering build to abruptly rise and leave her right there, appalled by the provocative comment. A disgusted expression or an unexpected snort would be acceptable too.

Yet, when she finally dared to face him, those sharp eyes locking with hers was not something she expected. Overflowing intensity caused her skin to tingle.

“You shouldn’t offer what you can’t deliver, Ms. Y/N,” his lowered voice warned her, sending a chill down her spine on hearing the way he had addressed her so formally, just like when they were in the meeting room.

The room suddenly spun, but not from the alcohol. No, she only had two bottles of beer, just enough to loosen her tongue like this.

The response in her throat dried as she saw him sipping his whiskey sans ice, Adam apple’s bobbing as he swallowed the deep amber liquid after letting it linger in his mouth, taking in the smoky flavour.

“Well?” Perfectly arched brow challenged her.

Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she took one last gulp from the barely touched third bottle to calm her nerves before subtly cocking her head to the bar’s exit.

It was one of the rare moments she had seen him smirk and not in response to a challenge in the medical field.

The faint creaking from the bar stool was loud in her ears as he stood up, settling both of their bills with the bartender, and leaving a hefty tip. His surprisingly warm palm rested low on her hip as he guided her to his black sedan.

Mesmerizing city lights blurred. Her attention drawn solely to the sensation of his thumb slowly drawing circles on her thigh.

Next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the back of his front door, lips locked in a passionate battle filled with intense desire that made her knees buckle.

The strong thigh nestled between her heated core was the only thing stopping her from melting into a puddle on his floor. The friction, a welcome bliss, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

That was the beginning of the agreement, becoming a recurring occurrence whenever both of them needed to blow off steam from the stresses of demanding jobs. Him, saving lives, and her, dealing with difficult clients.

“Thank you for being my stress relief.”

His words cut through her second post-orgasm haze like ice water.

Somewhere along the line of what was supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement, small things like having a late-night snack together to deeper conversation during pillow talks grew to be a regular part of the deal.

Feelings for him had begun to bloom, much like the flowers outside with the arrival of warmer weather.

“Are you okay?” The sound of rustling sheets reminded her that she had been silent for too long while staring emptily at his ceiling.

“Yeah,” she simply replied.

Not satisfied with the answer, she felt Zayne’s fingertips lightly tracing above her collarbone, gently checking patches of skin that had turned reddish. They would undoubtedly be bruised by the next day.

“Was I too rough?”

Hands roamed greedily over her curves, warm lips on the sensitive dips and folds that he had become well acquainted with, growls of desire, and powerful thrusts flashed through her mind.

She tried to suppress the memories, though her body still hummed from the aftereffects. “No, just tired.”

He carefully took hold of her chin, noticing that she had been avoiding his gaze. "Y/N, you know you can talk to me, right?" his voice filled with concern.

“I think that’s the problem.”

Zayne’s calculated hazel orbs bore into hers, searching for the meaning behind her words.

“I’m not sure if you notice, Zayne, but for a casual arrangement, things are starting to get complicated.”

It was his turn to drop his gaze. For someone as bright as him, it would be impossible for the situation to go over his head.

He too must have realised the way their dynamic had changed over time; they had spent more time together in and out of the bedroom.

At times, they’d simply cuddle through the nights, providing a safe haven without the necessity for words.

She held her breath. There was no going back now. “It's starting to feel like more than just sex—it has been for some time.”

Retracted fingers sent a clear sign that he was about to take a step back, the gesture as clear as the darkness enveloping the night. The guarded mask was back once he met her gaze again.

“We both agreed that this was meant to be casual. I don't want either of us to end up getting hurt.”

It sounded like an automated response even to his ears. He grimaced.

Y/N's heart sank. Despite the obvious signal of his withdrawal, his words still pierced her heart. “I see,” she said quietly, distancing herself from him slightly.

Zayne could sense her disappointment and reached out to touch her arm. “Hey, Y/N, it's not that I don't care about you. I just…” his words faltered.

“I understand,” she said, forcing a smile. “I believe it might be best if we stop doing this then.”

He breathed out slowly. “Yeah, you may be right.”

A curt nod was directed at him. “I should probably get going anyway.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s past midnight,” Zayne immediately stood up, trying to stop her. She tried hard not to look down at his abs or any other part of his anatomy. “I’m not asking you to leave. You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch if you want.”

“I just prefer to sleep on my own bed tonight, but thank you for the offer.”

He watched as she quickly slipped on her clothes and gathered her things.

“Let me drop you off at least,” he pleaded.

“I'll take the 24-hour taxi on the corner of your street and send you my location,” she shut him down with the same assertive tone she used when closing deals.

As he closed the door behind her, a part of him wished she hadn't seen him at the bar that evening when he had let his heart rule over his brain.

“What is it?” Zayne took the pen out of his pocket and began to add his notes to the patient’s file.

When no response came from the direction of his office door, he exasperatedly looked up, about to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting him.

Greyson, his assistant and regrettably a close friend out of work, stood in place, watching his every move.

“Less than fifteen minutes to the meeting; you were normally ready half an hour before that.”

The grip on the pen tightened as he concentrated back on jutting his notes down, making sure he didn’t miss any important details.

“I have some urgent things to attend to earlier.”

Greyson hmmed. “Yeah, things that you normally assign to the junior doctors so they can 'practice more' as you often phrase it."

Zayne knew that engaging with Greyson was futile since he would never win—a rarity, given that he would typically be the one in Greyson's shoes in any other situation.

“Let’s go, don’t want to be late for such an important meeting.”

As Greyson walked one step ahead of him, he did shoot daggers at the back of his friend's head all the way to the meeting room.

Nervous fingers, poised to adjust the tie, froze in place as he noticed Yvonne sent Greyson a knowing look once they entered the conference room before setting her eyes on him.

“Ah, Doctor Zayne and Doctor Greyson are here,” the hospital administrator greeted them from his seat.

He cleared his throat. “Apologies for running late.”

“Not at all, Doctor Zayne. You are, in fact, right on time,” Y/N said, acknowledging him after finishing setting up her laptop for the presentation.

"It's good to have you back, Ms. Y/N,” Greyson said as he took the seat across from him.

“Likewise, Doctor Greyson.”

“No offense to your colleague, but we were afraid we’d get a new account manager.”

The smile faltered slightly on her lips, clearly taken aback by his assistant’s nonsensical comment. “I had a business trip last time, which was why I had asked my colleague to step in for me.”

“We find that consulting with you is a more enjoyable process for us, as you're familiar with our requirements, isn’t that right, Doctor Zayne?"

Greyson’s sudden query left him unprepared. He sent his friend a quick warning glance before nodding, afraid that his carefully crafted pretense of nonchalance would slip away.

“Right, since everybody is here, should we start the meeting then?” the purchasing manager spoke when he finally put his phone down, not paying attention to the conversation as he was busy texting anyway. “Ms. Y/N, what new devices do you have for us?”

As Y/N started her presentation, Yvonne’s hushed words reached his ears, “Would you like some water, doctor?” The nurse’s hand appeared in his line of vision, handing him a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” he replied, making the mistake of looking into the nurse's eyes. Her perceptive gaze told him she knew how surprisingly affected he was by Y/N’s presence.

For once, he regretted instilling in those who work under him the importance of being observant of their surroundings.

Y/N’s fingers traced the rim of the glass, lost in the haunting cadence of the singer's voice.

The lady poured her heart into each note. Each lyric dripped with the bittersweet of longing, a testament to love that lingered just beyond reach.

“Pretty uneventful for a celebratory night, don’t you think?” The bartender—Ethan, she had learned his name—approached her again once the end of the workweek crowd had slowly dispersed.

“Perhaps,” she replied, “but it allows me to rearrange my thoughts.”

She had found unexpected companionship with the bartender, who had recognised her from the night her loose tongue had led her into a difficult situation with Zayne.

Despite its prime location at Moonshadow Avenue, the jazz bar remained a hidden gem, often overlooked by the bustling crowds.

It was the perfect place to enjoy some time alone outside the confines of her home, feeling it a little too empty lately.

“People normally do that within the privacy of their home,” he responded knowingly. There was a kindness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone in her solitude.

She sent him a small smile and savored the final drop of the ruby-hued liquid. A delicate hint of orange zest, weaving through the complex herbaceous notes, warmed her body.

Ethan took the empty glass. “And that, ma’am, is the last glass for tonight.”

When he saw her let out a playful huff despite the buzz that she was feeling, he offered a gentle warning, “Negronis can sneak up on you quicker than you think. Wouldn't want you making any bad decisions now, would we?”

“Alright, dad.” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes to his retreating figure, feeling grateful for his watchful care.

As the band moved on to another piece, she cast a look around the room. Couples were huddled together, allowing intimate conversations to blend with the somber tones of saxophones and pianos.

The warm, honeyed glow from antique lamps illuminated their faces, creating playful shadows dancing across their features. Every exchanged smile spoke volumes of love in a myriad of languages shared between them.

Feeling a churn inside her heart, she grabbed her purse, ready to call it a night.

“It’s on the house,” Ethan tutted after serving another patron.

“I had more than one glass tonight,” she warned and slid the card to him.

“If I ever undergo heart surgery at Akso—God forbid”—he knocked on the polished bar to ward off any bad luck—“I’ll make sure to thank you personally for the devices you sold to them.” With that, he slid the card back across the bar.

Y/N shook her head at his antics and handed him a generous trip instead. “Thank you, but just this once.”

“Anytime, milady,” he quipped, bowing dramatically. “Get home safely.”

She waved goodnight and stumbled a bit, the buzz from the drink intensifying as she rose from the stool. Ethan’s advice was spot on—any more drinks and she might have found herself spinning along with the room, tripping her way out the door.

The cool breeze of the spring night air hit her, a welcoming sensation that helped clear her head. Phone in hand, ready to order a ride, she thought she caught a whiff of a sterile smell, a scent that reminded her of the corridors at the hospital.

Heart racing, she looked up at the sound of a familiar voice softly uttering her name.

“Y/N?” he called out again as she blinked at him.

It was Zayne, still clad in the white shirt and light beige cotton vest combo he had worn earlier in the day, looking like he just finished his shift.

Though he had rolled up his sleeves, allowing the world to get a sight of his strong forearms.

A faint sigh slipped from his lips as he extended a finger in front of her face, moving it from left to right, checking to see if her eyes focused on it.

“You’ve been drinking more than I thought.”

“What are you doing here?” Y/N countered, not expecting to see him.

Those unmistakable hazel eyes peered down at her, before looking to the side, lost in contemplation.

“I need to see you. Figured you might have frequented this bar again and I was right.”

Her mouth opened and closed, mind racing on how to respond to that.

The lively younger crowd suddenly shifted, eager to migrate to a happening spot as the night was still young to them, and she found herself jolted into his embrace.

Apologies from a younger girl fell on deaf ears as her focus was captured by the arms securely wrapping around her figure.

“Let me drive you home.”

It wasn’t a question. The same words he had uttered the night she left his house echoed in her mind.

City lights blurred into a colorful haze, much like the first time she sank into the plush leather seat of his car, though her thigh felt empty.

The hand that had rested on it previously was gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to restrain itself. The silence between them was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he finally broke the silence when her apartment came into view.

Zayne turned off the engine and turned to face her. “But seeing that you’ve had some drinks, it’s probably better if we do this when you’re completely sober.”

“Meet me upstairs,” the words came rushing out of her mouth, surprising him and her both.

He looked into her eyes deeply. “Are you sure?”

She nodded swiftly and opened the car door, stepping out before she could second-guess her decision.

Upstairs, weary feet paced back and forth, the sound of footsteps echoing softly in the quiet apartment. Fresh breeze swept through the opened windows, bringing clarity to her mind.

Soon, there was a soft knock on the door, and her heart raced faster. She was met with the sight of him who had shed his vest and tie. That sure wasn’t helping her nerves as he somehow looked even more dashing than before.

She could feel his heat as he passed her. Suddenly, her apartment felt small with Zayne standing there, his presence filling the room.

“You have been busy,” he remarked when he saw the pile of papers stacked on her coffee table.

“I’m just trying to do more work to take my mind off…” she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Of you.

“Of what?” Zayne prompted. “Is everything okay?” He genuinely looked concerned, softening her towards him even more, if possible.

“Just a lot in my mind lately,” she opted to say.

He hmmed understandingly and they resorted to another silence. Feeling parched, she took a swig of the chilled water from her fridge, aware that his gaze was tracking her every move.

“I saw you hurriedly walking down the hospital corridor a couple of months back,” he said quietly, “avoiding me as if I were contagious.”

And yet, she had done it again earlier in the morning. After successfully closing the deal with Akso, the businesswoman's confidence evaporated as their hands clasped in a shake.

The familiar hold of his hand ignited a surge of memories, memories where he had once gripped both of her wrists effortlessly, guiding her into moments of ecstasy.

It prompted her to hastily make an escape.

“I just...didn't know how to face you, and I didn’t want to make things more awkward between us.”

His hand caught her chin, lifting her head that had hung low from embarrassment. Her breath caught, only noticing how those broad shoulders were closer than before.

“I’ve missed you.”

Doubt stealthily crept into her. “You mean the sex?”

“That’s a totally different context,” he clarified quickly, "I care about you. More than I've ever cared about anyone else. And it drives me crazy knowing that I have hurt you.

“You were right, it hadn’t been just a casual arrangement for some time," he admitted, voice tinged with fragility that she had heard sneaking in within the safe space of their pillow talks. “I’m a coward who thought that completely baring my soul to someone will only end in heartache.”

“Well, I have a soft spot for this particular person who dares to bare his soul.” Her smile was gentle, though he didn’t miss the mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Did you finally admit that it was more than physical or is my mind playing tricks on me, Doctor Zayne?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Judging on your playful quip even when I’m being serious and…” His thumb brushed against her jugular, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her pulse beneath his touch. “…seeing that you’re responding even to the slightest touch, it seems that you’re fully alert right now.”

Smouldering gaze pinned her down to the spot. Their heads tilted closer, drawn by an irresistible magnetic pull.

“Though, I never refuted that I didn’t miss the physical aspect, did I?”

A surge of heat rushed through that one spot south of her body. “So, Mr. Coward, what’s your next brave move going to be?” her words came out in a breathless whisper.

With a barely audible exhale, he grabbed her by the back of the neck. Mouths moved in a passionate dance of need, their kisses growing more desperate with each passing second.

As they fought for oxygen, he withdrew, forehead touching hers. “Are you sure this is something you want? Right after we talk about things between us are more than just sex?”

“Didn’t you confirm I’m ‘fully alert’ earlier?”

She tugged on his collar, drawing him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The fabric of her pencil skirt felt constricting as his skilled surgeon fingers toyed along the waistband.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” she managed to gasp out in between her moans, tilting her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck to his wandering lips further.

“No,” he replied, voice thick with a feral need.

Puffs of hot breath danced across her skin, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand proud. “Will you stay the night then?”

Full-blown dark irises locked onto hers, a sly curl exclusively reserved for her tugged at the corner of his lips

“I thought you’d never asked,” he breathed, before lightly nibbling on his favourite spot. The spot he knew would elicit the sweetest symphony from her lips.

Peppered purplish marks would for sure grace her neck for the next couple of days. And perhaps a few other places on her body too.

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tallulah477 · 1 year ago

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Keep Me Warm

Kinkmas Day 1: Cockwarming

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Somnophilia, Fingering, P in V, Cockwarming, Obsessive/Possessive behavior

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Happy Day 1 of Kinkmas!

Summary: Neteyam wakes up from a dream, hard and aching, and can't help but want to feel you wrapped around his cock, keeping him warm.

Translations:

Tewng - Loincloth

Tìyawn - Love

Mawey - Calm

He wants to be inside of you so badly.

Your warm body is pressed snuggly against his front, his arm slung securely over your waist to keep you close. Even his tail has wrapped itself around your thigh, intent on keeping you next to him even in sleep - as if you would ever want to be anywhere else.

His dreams so far have been kind, yet cruel.

You star in all of them - your beautiful body teasing him with promises of fulfilling what he wants. He had you bent in half, twisted around and into yourself as he plowed into you from whatever position he wanted. He still remembers how you looked, dream you mimicking real you to the point where it's difficult to see the distinction. The overwhelming intensity and pleasure written clearly on your face when he fucked into you, the same one you wore just earlier in the night as he dragged orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body with his tongue, and then his cock.

You had both been exhausted before the night ended, sweating and panting as you moved together on the woven mat inside your shared hut, cut off from the rest of the world. Just you and him, together - both in the physical sense as well as the literal. Him inside you, stretching your walls out as you writhed underneath him, him fitting inside you like a perfect puzzle piece.

The dreams are beautiful, realistic and sweltering in the way he knows being with you to be. But they are brutal when they ultimately crash into reality, the excitement coursing through his body enough to cause the dreams to break down around him, your false image fading into nothing but a memory as he jolts awake - hard, aching, and unsatisfied.

It’s a testament to how obsessed with you he is that even in his dreams he can’t stand to be away from you for even a moment. He needs to feel it - needs to feel how your pussy clenches around his cock, trying to suck him in further and refusing to let him free. Needs to feel how wet you are for him, so he knows that he’s the only one who can ever make you feel that turned on, that desperate, and oh so fucking needy for him.

He needs to know he’s not the only one dying for it.

His fingers move lightly against the soft skin of your stomach, knuckles sliding back and forth just above your belly button before dipping lower, fingertips tracing the invisible line of where the band of your tewng would sit, if you were wearing one. His lips brush gently against your shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss along the available canvas of skin until his lips nibble playfully on the back of your neck. The sensation would have sent you into a fit of giggles had you been awake. But all it does is make you tilt your head slightly, nuzzling further into the mat, a heavy sigh falling from your lips - but still, you don’t wake.

Neteyam’s roaming fingers travel lower, sliding between your closed thighs and working his hand between them with practiced grace. He’s always been insatiable when it comes to you. You knew that going into the relationship with him, and there've been many nights where you’ve woken up with his hand between your thighs or his cock sliding against your ass. You’ve never minded before - you love the idea that he needs you so bad he can’t wait to have you. And your body unconsciously reacts to his demanding touch.

He groans against your shoulder when he feels how wet you are already - so soft, and silky, and slick for him. Were you dreaming about him too? Thinking about how you need his big cock inside you more than you need air to breathe?

His fingers play around in your wetness as he mouths at the back of your shoulder, long skillful fingers circling your clit and he hides his grin with his teeth pressed against the curve of your shoulder when you moan quietly in response. His cock throbs against his thigh, the swollen tip smearing precum along one of your asscheeks when he can’t help but rock against you.

He can’t take it anymore, can’t wait another second without feeling your soaked pussy wrapped around his needy cock. Neteyam moves carefully, movements slow and purposeful so as to not wake you. He climbs over your sleeping body, holding himself over you for a few seconds just to watch your eyelashes flutter and the gentle rise and fall of your chest. You look so peaceful - so comfortable and at home on your shared mat.

Great Mother, he wants to eat you alive.

With another skillful movement, he’s on his side again, this time in front of you so you’re face to face. He leans forward, tongue daring to swipe across your bottom lip, just wanting to taste you, his large hand cradling the back of your thigh. He hauls your leg up, hooking your thigh around his hip, spreading you out just enough for him to slide his cock against your dripping folds. The quiet moans that fall from your parted lips as the tip of his cock glides past your clit are like music to his ears.

He positions himself at your entrance, the head nuzzling carefully at the wet hole before slowly pushing inside. His breathing is shallow as he pushes in further, feeling every single inch of your tight, gummy walls as they contract around him - making room for him and welcoming him into their depths. Your face changes the deeper he goes, eyelashes fluttering more abruptly, cheeks twitching as your moans turn into pitiful whines.

Your eyes fly open the second he bottoms out inside you, desperate whimpers of his name caressing his eardrums as your hands reach out for him, still dazed and eyes glassy from an interrupted sleep. He quickly wraps an arm around you, sitting up and pulling you with him so you sit flush on his lap as he coos in your ear.

“Shh, tìyawn. Relax,” He whispers. “Just wanted to feel you.”

“Teyam, please,” You whine, arms winding around his neck to keep him close. You’re fully awake now, the large cock currently sitting in your guts is making sure of that.

He feels so big inside you, so hard and thick as he keeps you split open on him. You can feel how his cock twitches inside of you, pulsing against your walls. He lets out a shaking breath when they flutter around him, the wetness from your core running down and dripping over his swollen, heavy balls.

“You feel so good,” He breathes, golden eyes slipping shut as he shudders. “Made for me, right? This pussy was made for me, to keep me warm and safe.”

You can’t help the way you pant, dripping on him and making him all wet and sticky with your slick, hips unconsciously trying to rock against him to get any kind of friction. But he doesn’t move - doesn’t lie back and tell you to ride him, doesn’t flip you over and start the punishing pace of pounding into your already battered cervix until you see stars. Instead, he keeps you there, gentle hands sliding soothingly along your back to keep you calm as he kisses your cheek.

“Mawey, ma y/n,” He says, groaning slightly when you wriggle on his lap a little too much, the clench of your pussy around his throbbing cock is almost enough for him to put an end to his little game. He quickly grabs your hips in his strong hold, keeping you still despite your confused cry. “Mawey,”

Your hand unwinds from his neck, snaking down play with your aching clit, but you only get one small touch at it - just enough for a shot of pleasure to shoot up your spine at the touch - before his hand pulls yours away again.

��Behave,” He warns, kissing your palm and guiding your hand back around his neck.

“Teyam, move,” You beg. “Please move.”

Neteyam shakes his head and silences any continued begging with a slow kiss. “I’ll fuck you, I promise. Just keep my cock warm for a little longer, okay?”

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

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seoulzie · 10 months ago

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im not sure if u take au requests but if u do pls do a coworker!tyun (or even boss!tyun) x reader with lotsss of sexual tension ;)

office hours

WHEREIN: you and taehyun have always shared a professional relationship. but lately, the tension between you has been escalating, and it's only a matter of time before it boils over.

彡 pairing: coworker!taehyun x f!reader 彡 genre: suggestive, smut 彡 warnings: explicit sexual content, tension, suggestive dialogue, kissing, bending over (?) semi-public, from behind, lace tights ;)

the office was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional clatter of keyboards. you glanced up from your screen to see taehyun across the room, focused on his work. his brows were furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't help but admire the way the screen light highlighted his sharp features.

you tried to focus on your own tasks, but it was difficult with the electricity in the air. it seemed that every time you looked up, his eyes were already on you, quickly darting away when you caught him staring. this unspoken tension had been building for weeks, each stolen glance and accidental brush of hands adding to the growing heat between you.

today, it felt different. more intense. more urgent. you felt it every time you passed by each other in the narrow hallways, the proximity igniting sparks that made your heart race.

finally, it was time for the weekly meeting. you gathered your notes and headed to the conference room, taking a seat beside taehyun. as you settled in, your elbows brushed, and the contact sent a jolt through you. you glanced at him, and he met your eyes with a look that was both intense and unreadable.

throughout the meeting, you were hyper-aware of his presence. his cologne, a mix of something fresh and woody, was intoxicating. every time he leaned forward to make a point, his arm would brush against yours, and you felt the heat radiating off his skin.

by the time the meeting ended, you were a bundle of nerves. you stayed back, pretending to organize your notes, while the rest of the team filed out. taehyun lingered as well, seemingly engrossed in his laptop.

when the last person left, the door clicked shut, leaving the two of you alone. the silence was thick, and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. you glanced up to find taehyun watching you, his expression serious.

"there's something we need to address," he said, his voice low and intense.

your breath hitched. "what's that?"

he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "this," he said, gesturing between the two of you. "this tension. it's driving me crazy."

you swallowed hard, feeling the air around you crackle with electricity. "me too," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.

taehyun's eyes darkened, and he reached out, his fingers grazing your arm. "i can't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his hand trailing up to your shoulder. "about how badly i want you."

a shiver ran down your spine at his words. "taehyun..." you breathed, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

he stepped even closer, his hand now cupping your cheek. "i think about you every night," he confessed, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "i imagine what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you..."

your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a heat pooling in your core. "what are you waiting for?" you whispered, leaning into his touch.

that was all the encouragement he needed. his lips crashed onto yours, the kiss hungry and desperate. you moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you willingly parted them, welcoming the heat of his mouth against yours.

the kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm as taehyun's hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive urgency. his touch ignited sparks along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. you pressed yourself against him, craving more of his warmth, more of his touch.

he backed you up until your back met the wall, pinning you with his body. his kisses trailed down your jawline, to the sensitive spot on your neck that made you gasp. his teeth grazed your skin, eliciting a low moan from deep within your throat.

he broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he stared down at you with a glint in his eyes. "turn around," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

you obeyed, your body trembling with anticipation. he pressed up against you from behind, his hands sliding around to your front, caressing your stomach before moving upward. his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "you have no idea how long i've wanted this."

you gasped as his hands reached your chest, his fingers teasing and squeezing your breasts in a way that made your knees weak. "taehyun," you whimpered, arching your back to press closer to him. the sensation of his touch sent a rush of heat through you, igniting a desire.

his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples, eliciting a low moan from your lips. taehyun's touch was possessive yet tender, his fingers exploring every curve with a hunger that matched your own. you could feel the intensity with the way he held you and the way his breath mingled with yours.

his began kissing and nipping at your skin. "bend over," he growled, his hands guiding you to lean forward onto the table.

you complied, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressed against you. he hiked up your skirt, his hands running up the backs of your thighs, the smooth fabric of your black stockings contrasting against his warm touch. you felt a rush of anticipation as his fingers traced the lace trim at the top of the stockings.

"you're killing me in these," taehyun murmured, his voice husky with desire. his gaze flickered up to meet yours, dark with longing and appreciation.

you bit your lip, a thrill running through you at his words. "do you like them?" you teased, feeling bold under his intense scrutiny.

his smile was sinful as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "i love them," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "they make me want to do things to you."

taehyun's fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling them down. "you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands caressing your bare skin. "i can't wait to feel you."

you moaned softly, your body trembling with need. "please, taehyun," you begged, your voice breathless.

he positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips with a firm yet gentle hold. "are you ready?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"yes," you breathed, closing your eyes in anticipation.

without further hesitation, taehyun guided himself into you, his movements slow and deliberate. the feeling of him filling you completely made you gasp, a mixture of pleasure and desire coursing through your veins. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered soft encouragements.

"you feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "so perfect."

you clutched the edge of the desk, your fingers digging into the wood as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. he was rolling his hips into yours in such a way that he hit that spot nestled within your depths. each and every time. never stopping. never faltering.

the room filled with the sound of your shared desire, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin punctuating the air. taehyun's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his release. you matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, lost in the heat of the moment.

you let out a loud moan, the sound echoing in the empty office. reality crashed back in, and you froze, the realization sinking in that you were still in the workplace, surrounded by desks and papers.

taehyun's eyes widened with realization, a mix of panic and amusement flickering across his face. he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, his eyes darting around the room to ensure no one had heard.

"shh," he whispered urgently, his voice a breathy plea. "we have to be quiet."

you nodded frantically, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. the intensity of the moment had swept you away, but now the reality of your surroundings was impossible to ignore. you pressed your lips together, trying to stifle any further sounds, while taehyun kept his hand firmly over your mouth, his touch oddly comforting despite the situation.

"taehyun," you moaned airily, your voice breaking with pleasure. "i'm so close."

"me too," he grunted, his grip on your hips almost bruising. "come for me, baby."

his words pushed you over the edge, and you came with a shuddering moan, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. taehyun followed moments later, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name.

for a moment, you both stayed there, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow. taehyun finally pulled out and helped you stand, turning you around to face him. his eyes softening as he looked at you, "are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

you nodded, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. "more than okay," you said, leaning in to kiss him gently.

he smiled against your lips, pulling you into a warm embrace. "good," he murmured. "because i don't think i can stop wanting you."

you chuckled, resting your head against his chest. "i don't want you to stop."

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