#tw; intimacy

[terrence-silver]

Would Terry be ‘intimate’ during sex with Beloved? Like hugging or kissing. Or would he be completely detached and just fuck them

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I don't think intimate just about cuts it as a descriptor.

I don't think it suffices.

I think Terry Silver can be so exhaustively personal and immediate during sex, that it's almost invasive, ranging with anything from maintaining unblinking eye contact and insisting you do the same, commenting on everything he likes and doesn't like about the performance very bluntly and immediately ordering ways on how to fix it --- that being the teacher and perfectionist in him speaking --- taking in every look, expression, sensation, smell, sound, touch and missing nothing, missing absolutely nothing to the degree sex with him can be in fact, occasionally daunting even (much like every interaction with him can). He's scary due to how much he seems to know and how meticulous he is. How well he knows how to touch you. Kiss you. Edge you. Release you. Hurt you. Pleasure you. At just the right moment, with the right methods. Not a thing bypasses his notice, attention or scrutiny as he's here, deliberately making you vocalize exactly what every fantasy you have is, no matter how deeply personal, taboo or even shameful because he wants to intermingle the embarrassment with the desire to create a potent cocktail of illicit. And if you don't want to? You just get that look and you know things don't bode well if you don't cooperate.

It's like you almost get the impression the man knows and enjoys how your insides look like alongside every thought going through your head at the moment of penetration and submission. He is entirely there --- present --- in the midst of all to a near uncomfortable degree. One can almost end up wishing Terry was somehow less in-depth and profound during the act. Less intense. Can he hear the rumbling of your entrails, for the love of god? Can he spot perfections and imperfections you yourself never noticed simply due to the fact that those eyes see everything? Can he make you cum on command? Maybe. Maybe, he can. It can start to feel like an Olympic completive sport and that he's coaching you for something immensely important, managing to maintain the right balance of complete and utter, near robotic removal and unhinged, unbridled passion of the variety that breaks beds and dislocates hips (If he so pleases; never on purpose or by accident. There's a direct method to the madness.)

So, the answer isn't really quite so black and white.

Terry Silver can be both and is both and often combines both; cold, precision based detachment while he fucks hard and without mercy until your eyesight dots with black needles and you feel yourself going blind and the type of unhinged, sloppy, highly involved feral animal sex that you might almost be haunted by in the years to come, because, goodness gracious, what was that and who on earth can even top what just happened!? Who triumphantly cackles when they finish? He is also capable of the type of intimacy afterwards that's so unapologetically gentle it hurts. It's meant to hurt in the best way possible. Quite literally. He'll be touching, caressing, comforting and stroking you so attentively you'll beg for him to stop, and yet in being so overstimulated, finding that when he does in fact stop, the absence of him is unbearable while he owns you, mind, body and soul. Whatever he does and however he does it, he strives to be unforgettable and the very best. Either ways, once he's done, he'll have you thanking him for it.

[angstflavoured]

😬😬😬😬

[howlingtothevoid]

Tired of being used? Me too, pass the bottle

[avephelis]

local loserboy under the impression that skin grafting is when you sew your flesh together (wrong) (homo)

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

92 days.

[arianiziolek]

"Don't fret my dear, I'm into that."

[therealcallmekd]

Kinito: Machine Model 01 (Will I update this later? We'll see..... this will be interesting....) (They'll see my potential now.)

Finally at long last, HE'S REAL!

Real world Kinito is quite something! His dedicated partner (the user) spent many many months and years helping him reach his potential, and now he can walk and talk and breathe like the rest of us!

Close ups + doodles under cut:

I'M SO DANG PROUD OF THIS DESIGN YOU GUYS DONT EVEN KNOW. He is so special to me.... funny robot lotl go brrrrrrrr

also the text on the main reference is hard to read on purpose, it's supposed to be just an artsy thing!!!! <3

[neurocophany-theyshe]

Turns out, I had no idea how much I fear love until someone presented me with the real thing

[elsecrytt]

masochist gojo. gojo who's in love with pain, so much that it feels like pleasure, he can barely distinguish between the two anymore.

gojo who's so starved for touch. who's had an infinite space between himself and the whole world for so long, for so many years, every day in and day out.

gojo who's survived off glancing presses when a barista hands him a coffee, the rare hug from his students (who are mostly orphans) that he can't bring himself to decline.

gojo who craves more but can't bring himself to accept it except in fleeting moments with strangers or students.

his hands that long to be held. he wants it so bad that he teases a cursed spirit, laces his fingers with its own, right before he utterly crushes the being in battle, untouchable all over again.

gojo whose skin is hungry for someone else's. he hasn't felt the warmth of a hand in his own in so long. not since - since his youth.

gojo who sometimes wishes he could get hit. who sees the impact of curse techniques on his infinity and feels a wild, strange desire for them to go straight through and strike him.

he imagines it, vividly, being impaled by a long spear (inverted spear) that goes straight through him. how it would lance his flesh so cleanly.

being struck so hard, across the face, in the stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.

enough to feel it with his whole body.

gojo who wants to be touched so bad he doesn't even care if it hurts anymore. infinity couldn't protect him from geto's betrayal.

gojo who keeps infinity up not because he doesn't want to get hit, but because he's terrified of what he might do when it happens.

gojo who got hard whenever geto sparred with him. he still doesn't know if it was because of geto, or because he had no infinity back then, no way to block the strikes.

he dreams of his youth. bruises littering his pale, pretty form like kisses, proof that he was human, there, that there was someone who could reach him.

dark purple things that turned pretty colors as they healed. he remembers pressing into them, relishing the hurt, feeling like he was getting hit (touched, reached, connected) all over again.

nothing ever touches him again. not like that. not like anything.

he never feels it. he never feels anything.

satoru gojo who wants, so very very badly, to feel something.

pain is a choice for him, always a choice. he alone has the privilege of deciding whether or not anything can touch him.

he could try to let more strangers touch him. one night stands, discreet arrangements. he had a pretty face and a body to match. there was no shortage of willing partners.

he lets them touch him, lets them hurt him. lets them drool over his body and use it at their leisure. they tell him he's beautiful, and he believes them.

white hair, blue eyes, sprawled out with a lean, unmarred body full of bare flesh for them to bite and scratch and bruise. he finds people who will do it, do it hard, fuck him up until he's lost entirely in the feeling of being touched, having someone against him, with him, above him.

it makes him feel like a piece of meat. it makes him feel good.

or he thinks it does, anyways.

sometimes, when he's gone particularly long without sleep, when his partner has gone particularly hard, he gets a real rush.

heart racing out of his chest. a cold sweat that overwhelms him. breaths coming in labored gasps. he can heal himself, he's physically fine, so this must all be in his head.

he acknowledges that information, distantly, like it's not happening to him. it doesn't help.

it feels like part of his body has been ripped away from him, something vital and important, and it's about to get up and run away.

always, always, it happens when his partner is no longer touching him. when he lays alone in the sheets, by his own volition, because of course these partners are not meant to be attachments.

love is not a privilege, though, not for the strongest sorcerer. it's a curse.

it's the only curse which infinity cannot protect him from.

so gojo stays untouchable. distant.

but the hunger doesn't go away. never.

he likes to imagine that suguru swallowed this one last curse before he died. something sweet and bitter, like losses at the arcade, sunny days at the beach, walking together with shoko, nanami, haibara.

but even suguru couldn't have absorbed this curse. it's in his bones, deep, longing and wanting even after he's dead and gone.

gojo is hungry. he is so, so hungry. and he has nothing to eat that will not leave him just as empty as before.

touch-starved. love-starved. pain-craving.

if someone could hurt him then it wouldn't matter that he was terrified of attachment. they could latch onto him, into his heart, under his skin. bury themselves in his chest like they belonged.

they could kill a hundred and twelve people and it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't be able to kill them.

gojo is hungry, so hungry.

please feed him.

[go6jo]

rin will hastily tag along with you when you tell him you’re shopping for swimwear that afternoon and while you’re skimming through the racks of clothing you loose sight of him for a bit and you think he must have decided to sit down to let you wander around freely but then he returns with a pile of all different kinds of bathing suits in his hands telling you a bit bashfully that he thought those would look good on you. (you’re a little surprised when you notice they’re all the skimpiest two pieces you’ve ever seen btw… it swells your ego that he wants to see you wearing those, that he wants to show you off… also i think hes particularly keen on those bikinis that you have to tie together. he absolutely loves it when you ask him to help you tie the back of your top also thinks they’re a bit risqué and it makes him a little crazy… is constantly playing with the strings of your bottoms that look so good digging into your thighs…) goes inside the fitting room with you to help you tie the bikini tops and kisses your shoulder before standing behind you with his hands on your waist and you’re trying very hard to suppress a smuggish smile from showing because he’s staring so intensily and he’s so tense, his hands are digging at your waist and it’s kinda amusing “so?”

“look so fucking good.” it's so characteristically blunt and you chuckle softly because he’s said that about all the bikini sets you’ve tried on so far. and he means it. you tell him to help you pick one but he's sooo far gone and he feels a little guilty because he's not being much of a help but he's only thinking about hurrying back home where you'll model your new purchase for him like you always do (a way to show him your gratitude, you say, for spending his money on you yet again. he thinks it’s a fair exchange.) he'll close his eyes as per your request as you walk out of the en-suite bathroom of your shared room - doesn't matter he bought it for you, that he's seen you in it and that he's been thinking of you in it ever since. he's thinking of beckoning you closer to him sitting in bed and kissing your exposed tummy. you'll smile, knowingly, because you know how he gets, because you’re all too aware of what he wants yet is too reluctant to put into words, when he begins to play with the strings of your bottoms, his face still buried in the plush of your stomach - a bit too embarrassed to let you in on his desire, scared that it is too flagrant on his features. he feels his greed might be inadequate. you'll smile and guide his hands to your waist, it's okay, you can touch me, and he will trail his hands up your spine and strip you slowly, starting at the knot on your back, followed by the knot on your neck and then the ones on each side of your hips...

he's rushing out of the fitting room with the pile of different bikini sets you couldnt choose from and goes straight to the register to pay for all three of them despite your protests that three new sets is excessive and completely unecessary.

[edenfire]

🗡❤️ "you're beautiful~" ❤️🗡

more rank 8 art bc I just can't get these two out of my head🥰🥰💗💞

[vintagexherry]

Child's Play [5]

Part 4 here

YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Bullying, Degradation, Forced Intimacy, Forced kissing, Threating, Forced into a room, Ooc Miguel,

A/N: I'm not rlly proud of this chapter but enjoy

Previously

"See? Isn't that easy? I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. Well, see you soon Y/N" With that he ruffled your hair, and then he placed your notebook by your side and left you sitting there.

Dreading on what's to come.

You're in your room stressing over the lessons you reread time and time again.

"Well, uh- how bout this mate, I try to question you, and you'll answer with what you know, yea?" Steven suggested while he helped you review, You had declined at first but, He had just finished reviewing his own lesson stating that "I got it all in a ma head luv, don't you worry". You relented, feeling nothing but gratitude for his help.

Time passed, and you were feeling confident with what you learned, thanks to Steven. You and Steven decided to take food from outside. You volunteered to take the order but as soon you pick up the phone, you see a newly sent message from none other than Miguel.

You were about to ignore it but remembered the last time you did during high school, Miguel saw you in the hallway and took your phone from your grasp and smashed it on the floor.

Thus, a new phone and a new number.

You shivered from the memory, remembering how his gaze seemed darker, angrier than usual.

Steven saw your distracted gaze

"Mate,you know what? It's really been a day for you, I'll take the order and you rest up your tired brain. " Steven suggested with a smile, and you nodded, taking this chance to see whatever Miguel sent.

As Steven names his and your order on his phone, you, on the other hand, try to come up with a reply to type.

Miguel:

7:00pm, a day after exams, don't forget

You keep staring at it for a few seconds and decided to just send a like emoji but before you could, another message appeared.

Miguel:

Before I forget, don't bring that pathetic excuse of a friend you got and wear smth cute.

You wish you could kill yourself at that moment, You did plan to ask Steven if he can go to you to the party hoping to have a companion you could trust. But of course somebody has to ruin everything.

You decided to just sent a like emoji as a reply but as soon as you sent it, he sends another message.

Miguel:

Bitch, reply properly.

You sighed.

You:

yea yea i got it Miguel.

Miguel seemed to be satisfied since he didn't reply back anymore.

You focus again on eating till Steven breaks the silence.

"So uh- so after exams, there's p-prom right?" Steven asked

You looked at him questionably until you nodded.

"So uh-yea right...Yea about prom...would...Would you like to go with me?" Steven's voice faltered the more he speaked but you didn't care for that.

Maybe there is hope in this world, with Steven asking you to prom maybe there is hope...

You didn't realize how long you been staring at Steven with shock since he started stammering.

"We-well you don't have to agree of course! I just thought-well I just thought that m-maybe yo-"

"YES!" You happily exclaimed

"R-Really?! Ar-are you sure? I don't wanna force you mate" Steven stared at you with disbelief and you chuckled at his reaction.

"It's all good, Steven. I would gladly go with you at prom." You gently reassured him, and he couldn't feel anything but happiness.

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Taking the test was easier than you thought. Thanks to your and Steven's study session, you were confident about your awnsers. And remembering last night prom request of Steven, you can't help but smile a little.

You don't even care about the glances Miguel sends your way until you are putting things in your locker, and all of a sudden, a hand slammed it closed.

"Miguel," you groaned, your happy mood ruined. "What is it now? If it's about the party then don't worry I won't bring anyone and won't be late." You fought to roll your eyes.

"Glad you remember that, but that isn't what I wanna point out."

"Wha-"

"You keep grinning like some idiot, beautiful but just gross. You finally fucked Steven's small dick?"

You sighed not really in the mood to deal with him especially since he ruined it.

You decided to walk away and look for Steven so you can both head to the cafeteria.

Miguel was about to stop you till a girl came in, wrapped an arm around his, and started talking as if they knew each other for years, when really he just met her couple weeks ago wanting someone to sleep with someone it seemed that escalated for her.

He watches you walk away to the direction of the history class down the hall, and once he couldn't see you anymore from the sea of people, he turned his attention to the girl.

She was talking about something in her class, the professor, he guessed.

Miguel couldn't care less what she wanted to talk about. Right now, he's frustrated with your attitude he just decided to take it out on the girl front of him.

"You know what, how bout you visit me later at my house, have some bonding time yea?" He flashed a smirk and changed his tone suggestively, something that works everytime.

And work it did.

The girl seemed nothing but happy to accept, and with that, he has another to warm his bed, which sadly isn't you.

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A day has passed, and soon you have to go out and get a taxi to Miguel's house.

You were dreading all day long about the party, and when Steven asked if you were alright and simply nodded.

You really don't want to drag him in this mess.

You dressed casually and put your phone, keys and other necessities in your purse. You check the time and it was six-twenty five o'clock, perfect just enough time to go to his house and hopefully not get beaten up for.

Miguel seemed to know that, too, since you went outside and noticed his car was parked in front of you, shining against the setting sun.

Oh please...Not this again, not another car ride...

Miguel rolled down his windows.

"Finally, you were taking forever, thought I had to go up there myself and drag you out. Hurry up and get in."

You sighed, and you thought you might as well get over it.

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Car ride was silent as usual and silent even when you arrived.

As Miguel enters his own house, you are greeted with music blasting from speakers and people drinking god knows what in plastic cups.

As people greeted Miguel, he greeted back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he led you deeper into his house, and you couldn't help but feel unease settling you. You really wished you had Steven with you right now.

"Miguel, who is she?" You both stop in your tracks and turn around to see the girl who Miguel hangs out with a lot, probably slept with already.

"None your business." Miguel said monotonously.

"Miguel, are you being serious right now? We have only been dating for a week, and you're already chea-" The girl started stating angrily and your starting to sweat from the tension between you two, thank god that you three are a bit farway now from the crowd, hoping they wouldn't hear what's happening.

"Dating? tch, that's on you and your delusional head. Now go away. We're busy." Miguel stated, not waiting for her reply as he led you away even further from the crowd and front of a door to what seemed like a storage area for cleaning supplies.

"Miguel wh-"

"Now, before you say anything hermosa, I'm gonna go straight to the point." Miguel held you firmly by the shoulders.

"I like you, love you even." Miguel said with adoration in his voice and admiration in his eyes.

But you froze

Your head empty one second and filled with questions the next.

What?

Just what??

Is this another of his pranks and his jokes?

Maybe it is

And you didn't notice you were chuckling till he pointed it out.

"What's so funny, hermosa?" Miguel asked with confusion clearly written on his face.

And you stopped laughing.

"Wa-wait....Your serious?" You asked him while looking around for any hidden cameras or anyone secretly filming you the two of you, maybe it still a prank?

Miguel went quiet for a bit, looking at you for awhile and then chuckled letting go of your shoulders.

"I get it, I get it. It is hard to believe that, huh? But trust me on this, what I just said, I meant it Y/N." Miguel said seriously, and you're surprised he called you by your name this time.

"Um...Miguel I-"

"You know, this party? wasn't supposed to be held at first, but I've known you since high school, and since you don't want to be alone with me I decided to host this stupid ass party, but then, If I try doing it at school that puny ass Steven Grant of a guy comes in and destroys everything" He said, and you notice he grows more frustrated the more he talks.

"Miguel, listen, I-" You tried to stop him, but he interrupted you

"Shut up" Miguel snarled at you and you can't help but obey, fearing his temper would combust at any minute.

"Just...Shut. Up...That day in the cafe? Was probably the only time I could have fixed everything, even explained to you why I treated you in that way, but you just had to open you mouth and nothing but attitude comes out of it."

You're scared.

His words are too much and you can't handle everything, one second his bullying and now he confessed to you.

"I tried inviting you to prom with me to atleast make up for everything, I did but you're stocked up attitude doesn't help one bit Y/N. But you know what? I still found myself liking you given our history together, But you also know what your ass decided to do? act like a child."

One of his hand come up and suddenly grabbed your forearm tightly and you panic, is he gonna beat you to death? Did he finally snap? You tried pushing his arm off but his hold is too firm.

While he grabbed your arm, the other hand opened the door to the storage area and before you could scream for help he pushed you inside.

He immedietly closed the door and you heard the lock clicked.

"You wanna act like a child? Then I'll treat you like one."

"MIGUEL, LET ME OUT PLEASE." You started to bang on the door.

"You wanna go out?" Miguel taunted from the other side. "On one condition."

You stopped banging for a while, your breath coming in and out fast, and your body feels cold from the temperture.

"Say "I love you Miguel""

"What-"

"Not gonna say it? Alright, enjoy being locked there." Then you heard his footsteps gradually fade away.

"NO NO MIGUEL PLEASE." You panic once again banging on the door and pleading him but it was fruitless due to the banging music.

You tried looking for your purse but you notice it gone...Miguel must have took it when you got pushed into the room.

You started hypervalating, tears streaming down, and you tried banging on the door again hoping anyone just anyone to come and save you from the musty and cold enviroment of the storage area.

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You didn't notice you fell asleep, until you hear heavy footsteps approaching.

Your tired body groggily sat up and the door opened to reveal Miguel.

You don't hear any loud music anymore, was the party over? how long did you sleep?

"Hello there mi amor, ready to say it?" Miguel greeted you gently, his tone foreign to you.

Miguel didn't mind your silence and crouched down to your kneeling form and held your face in his large palm. Then you remember the condition.

"Come on mi sol...Say it" He asked gently.

"I....I love you....Miguel" You stuttered out weakly, your body still cold and tired.

"There, and now give me a kiss"

Your too tired to fight back so you but still hesitsted, in the end you decided to peck his cheek.

But that wasn't enough for Miguel.

Since he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on your lips with vigor.

Your eyes widened and you tried pushing him away but all he did was deepen the kiss even further and moaned into it.

Finally he let go with a satisfied smile.

"Mm...Always wanted to do that, felt like a dream come true hm Y/N?"

He stared into your tired state and into your tear glossed eyes.

"Seems like you deserve to rest properly"

With that he carried you bridal style to what seemed like his bedroom, took your shoes off and layed you down.

Your body couldn't resist the soft mattress and finally your eyes drifted to sleep.

"Goodnight mi vida." He said as he kissed your forehead.

Oh how much you wished you brought Steven with you...

[newtsnaturethings]

Only he gets to take Meryl’s earrings off.

[raiiny-bay]

but I can't wait until I see your face and my brain thinks that it's looking at a stranger

[black-aurora-nora]

Warm Embrace | Yandere!Mirio x Reader

“(Y/N),” You shivered at the use of your name, clutching the blanket wrapped around you closer to your body, “You know you can’t sleep like that forever.”

Yes the hell you could, you thought from within your thin cocoon.

Ever since you’d been permanently moved in with Mirio, you’d refused to willingly touch him in any way.

To avoid touching him when you both went to bed, you feverishly wrapped yourself in your small blanket that you’d bought years ago.

And though Mirio was patient with you, it was obvious that his patience was beginning to run thin.

All he wanted to do was cuddle with you in the bed! It broke his heart whenever he watched you tightly wrap yourself in that blanket of yours.

He could tell that you weren’t getting any good sleep either. You’d tremble throughout the night, anxiety ridden and unable to fully fall asleep.

But Mirio knew that some cuddles would help you relax. He was bigger than you so he could engulf you and keep you way warmer than that old blanket could. He just needed to show you.

You felt Mirio scooch closer to your balled form.

Quickly deciding that you didn't like this level of closeness, you nearly sprung from your blanket and out the bed.

Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Mirio hooked a muscular arm around your waist to snatch you back onto the bed with a hearty chuckle.

"Where ya goin?" He asked smoothly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Now you were trapped in his hold, back to his chest.

You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head and shivered.

This new development was not to you liking.

"M-...Mirio, let me go." You demanded shakily, sitting awkwardly on your side of the bed.

Instead of doing as you'd said, he held you tighter, sliding you into his lap.

You stilled.

Now you were even closer. You didn't think it was possible to be so close to someone. You never imagined that you'd allow yourself to get this close to him.

You could smell him. He smelled like patchouli. The scent of his new body wash that'd he'd gotten for himself recently.

If he held you for too long, his scent would rub off onto you.

If he held you any closer to him, you'd probably meld into each other and become one.

You wanted anything but that.

"Slow your breathing down, baby." He whispered into your shoulder. His lips grazed over the skin of your neck, you could feel the hairs sticking up at the stimulation, "You know I'd never hurt you."

He says that but then keeps you in his house locked away from the world and your family.

That was hurting you.

Your eyes warm with tears. Had the circumstances not been what they were, you would've melted at the way Mirio was holding you right now. How he was softly whispering into your ear that you were safe and keeping you warm with his body heat.

But that was a fantasy. A fantasy that Mirio was having no trouble acting out.

Maybe you should play along too. Gaslight yourself into being happy like Mirio was.

There was no way you'd be able to escape. Mirio had too many connections, too much money, too much influence.

With a choked sob, you allowed Mirio's suffocating light to completely engulf you. You sank into his embrace despite the way your chest bounced unevenly from the anxiety and allowed him to take deep breaths into your head, taking in your scent.

As he sunk you both into the mattress offering whispers of sweet nothings, you prayed that one day his embrace would grow warmer to keep you from descending any further.

[lifewaster-imdanger98]

My longing for human intimacy is immeasurable right now