🎀Delusional b*tch🎀

20 || she/her

[minautoluvo]

“But hes not even real?!?”

And..you thought that would stop me?

[ang3lf4c3-d0llh34rt]

Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

[k1tk4ttt]

How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

[kaizened]

Need a guy who looks at me like this so I can ruin him

[callmefirefly]

So I’ve just finished Young Sherlock (which is 100% my new hyperfixation) and I really, really need some x reader fics that revolve around these three. Sherlock, Moriarty, Mycroft… I’ll take all of them to be honest

[kaizened]

I NEED HIM IN WAYS THAT IS CONCERNING FOR HUMANITY

[bimbap1]

synopsis: satoru gojo has found his way out of the battle with sukuna and into your hands for care, even if it’s against his will.

a/n: if you’re wondering why i write in short sections, its because I never gain enough motivation to finish my long ones. sorry bear with me✌️

part 1 —> part 2 (here!)

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the hallways smell distinctly like aniseptics and at this point, the medical hall has become your second home. your first? all the way back in kyoto where your whole life was partially left behind. the only person you truly knew here was Shoko, and that’s only because you work in the same section.

you swing your coat on and say hello to some nurses. nurses who hold no power on reverse technique, but instead tend to wounded sorcerers when you aren’t able to.

and the best part? they’re terribly kind, ones that offer you coffee in the morning when your soul feels like it’s slipping away from you. revitalizing.

people talk as you make your rounds around the rooms, small check ins and quick suggestions before leaving each patient. and the last room you’ve yet to mark off the list is none other than Gojo Satoru.

the strongest sorcerer in modern history.

you make your way inside, hair in a loose bun as you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, feet dangling like a child before looking back at you, sharp blue eyes communicating words you couldn’t describe.

“hey doc!” gojo greets, shades abandoned on the side table while you walk over, his excitement tainting your mood into confusion, “don’t I look just oh so healthy?”

he smirks, head lifting to meet your gaze while you stare at whatever he was trying to display. from what you could depict, his scars were blooming as tattoos that littered his skin, the remains of whatever life he had left after fighting sukuna. his pale white hair still stained slightly red and bags under his eyes you couldn’t dare miss.

he looks like a man who came back from war, which on the other hand was completely true. he is a man who came back from war, nonetheless death. and most of all, he still looked tired.

“you look, bedridden.”

he jerks back with his jaw dropped, shoulders dropping like weights lay on them before collapsing back onto the bed, a heavy sigh exiting his mouth.

well, his initial plan was to look so devastatingly bright and glowy you would allow him early discharge. but it’s hard to act all glowy and sunshines when he doesn’t even feel like he’s breathing.

“this has to be torture of some sorts. doc, give it to me straight,” his bottom lip quivers, “this is punishment for being so perfect isn’t it.”

a small smile quirks on your face before you tilt your weight onto your other foot, softly adding, “no gojo, this is just the result of the battle you fought. it also happens to the rest of us.”

he shuffles, head dipping to the floor.

“rest of us, huh?” gojo mutters under his breath, quiet enough for him to hear and you to decipher.

his expressions grow quiet and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong, before he sits back up, elbows on his knees manspreading, and saying nothing while looking at the ground, mindlessly.

the silence falls on the room and you stand there, palms sweating as gojo’s resolve starts to seemingly fade before quickly regaining his thoughts. blue eyes popping up to yours, eager for a favor.

“is there a shower nearby?”

———

“so I can’t even shower?!”

gojo’s distraught. heartbroken. in pain. terribly ill. gone from god to mortal. he hated it.

he hated the fact that he became flesh and blood again, it felt so freakishly, foreign.

“I didn’t say that,” you quip, putting an arm on your waist as he looks at you, you all dressed up professionally in a doctors attire that rivals shoko’s. or maybe twins? either way he would much prefer shoko over whoever you were, he couldn’t even remember your name. “I said that if you go shower, you’re likely to require assistance.”

“what am I? An old sleaze?”

“no, you’re just…” your head tilts and a few soft strands fall from your hair, “temporarily disabled..?”

“this has to be hell.”

An exhasperated groan is pulled out of gojo’s mouth like your words had taken his soul with him, an empty corpse of himself left behind. not like that hasn’t happened before.

yet he hated every second of this. every second of feeling vulnerable and feeling absurd amounts of pain. theres a pounding migraine in his head, he can still taste iron in his mouth, his legs feel like they aren’t even his, and he can feel his cursed energy reservoir containing droplets.

for gods fucking sake, he couldn’t even take a shower anymore.

his life was ruined.

“well… if you can walk, I might be able to make an exception for you.”

his eyes light up, the possibility to reclaim himself vibrant.

“walk? easy.”

he grabs the bed frame and pushes his weight towards the edge of the bed, feet touching the cold floors before maneuvering his energy to stand.

to stand.

to…stand..?

he couldn’t— no his legs wouldn’t even listen to him. the long lengthy limbs refusing to cooperate, weight shifting but with no stabilization, he couldn’t make himself shift his weight onto his feet and stay in one place.

he was shaking.

“wait!“ your arms reach out to grab him, shoulders first to stabilize him while he leans forward way too far for his AND your liking. out of instinct, he grabs your waist, his size pushing you back up against the wall as his legs tremble. control far out of his reach.

“hey doc,” he whispers on the side of your ear, hand outstretched behind you as his head leaned down, the smell of blood staining him and warmth radiating far too close for comfort, “I’m terribly heartbroken to say this but,” he laughs, the laugh sounding more like a broken gasp of disbelief, “I can’t fucking stand.”

you slowly grab his shoulders heart pacing from sheer panic as you reassure a small, “we can work on it,” before tugging his weight and dropping him back to the bed. chest heaving as his body weighs far more than you could assume.

gojo is a dumpster trash full of emotions right now, and the main one he felt was being useless.

an emotion he hasn’t felt since his youth.

and you sense it in the air, the shift of his body before the heavy sigh exiting his mouth. the room closing in on you two from gojo’s sheer disappointment. it was just incredibly heavy, and your heart sunk. you couldn’t even imagine his frustration.

you offer a small, “if you’d like I can wheel chair you—“

“forget it,” gojo interrupts, slamming back down onto the bed and looking at the ceiling, flourecent lights blinding him, “it’s a lost cause. get wheel chaired and lose my dignity, or get washed by a random stranger and lose my dignity. thanks for the offer but you didn’t know, I just lost my pride.”

you have a feeling he lost much more than pride.

he props himself back up on his elbows to look at you, mouth grumbling, “matter of fact, I have a raging headache right now. so if you would, please exit and let me drown in my sadness. thank you very much—“

a step forward from you is all it takes for gojo to react, shock taking him by surprise as his eyes immediately shoot up to yours.

“what are you doing—?”

in this exact moment, he would’ve had infinity on and running, blocking your mysterious movements but he can’t. he can’t protect himself because he has zero cursed energy or strength to do so.

this was it, this was his fate. he lived a relatively nice life, but it definitely could’ve been better—

“please excuse me,” you mumble, extending out to touch him.

he reaches out to grab your wrist to stop making deadly contact with him, but your fingers tread softly through his hair. a familiar stream of cursed energy running through your fingertips and the pounding in his head trickles to a slow stop, thoughts quieting down.

well, everything was quieting down. the oversensations, his overstimulated eyes, the pain in his spine, it all became a meaningless buzz.

and now, he’s leaning against your touch, no time for arguments and just, feeling, your fingers practically massaging his head.

this felt so overwhelmingly, good. like god decided to give him a breath of fresh air after inhaling toxins all day long.

and his eyes start to drop against his will, body needs taking over his protesting mind, and before you know it, gojo is quiet. head completely fallen on your palm as you lure him down to his pillow, soft breath brushing your hand.

“sleep well gojo,” you whisper, removing your hands from under his head and clearing some hair from his face, the clear beauty of his complexion stained with scars that only made him more appealing.

“I’ll see you tommorow.”

and the room fades into a solemn quiet.

gojo satoru has finally taken a rest.

a rest he indefinitely needed.

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a/n: if any of you people asks me how he pisses i will blow you up with my eye lazers. also if you mention how professionalism is nonexsistent in this fic i will also shoot you with my eye lazers, DONT TRY ME.

anyway next chapter might be longer since I already have plot points forming in my head faster than i can think of finishing my studies….

thanks for reading cuties!

also anybody have any idea what i should name this series

reblog interaction is greatly appreciated! <3

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taglist: @pickledsoda

[bimbap1]

synopsis: satoru gojo has found his way out of the battle with sukuna and into your hands for care, even if it’s against his will.

a/n: im planning on making this a series of drabbles or maybe a full fledged fic… lets see how far my motivation takes me!! (short don’t expect a huge word count sorry!!)

part 1 —> part 2

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He survived.

Gojo Satoru had survived the battle against Sukuna and lived to tell the tale.

But in the process, he has been scarred. scarred everywhere really, but that wasn’t the concern.

Fresh out of the battle and shoko is pushing all her energy to heal him, him who pushed himself far past his limits. Internal bleeding was everywhere, organs damaged and you’re shoko’s right hand man helping her through the trauma.

now comes the after result—the life you’ve been able to preserve.

gojo is sprawled on the hospital bed, exhale soft and eyes barely open, but alive. you slide the door closed as you enter, a soft thump and his eyes roam to yours, lazy and empty. a small reminder that he was breathing again.

"and you are?” gojo inquired, head sunken in pillows so far like a man who wanted to drown in his sorrows. or the soft linen sheets of the bed.

"kyotos technical college doctor l/n y/n. nice to meet you, gojo."

he hums and looks back out the window, view strikingly beautiful yet cloudy, unwilling to converse. though, you would do the same if you just had been resurrected from death itself.

you walk slowly to his bed and take the seat next to him, chair dragging along the floor while your clipboard is held sharp against your ribs. he doesn’t take notice to you.

“and shoko?” he silently asks, expression dull and dizzying from his complexion.

“tending to the students.”

his head turns to face you, white hair still stained with scarlet, and you make contact with his eyes, dimmed blue yet carrying a sharp gaze. though this time they were working and not dead still.

“So why are you here again?”

your expectations of a modest man shatter and you deadpan him for all he's worth while he only tilts his head, question careless, “well I don’t know if anybody has told you this," you informed, pushing your glasses up, "but many people have been injured and shoko is really only just one person.”

in gojo fashion, he nods off your response and stretches his hands behind his head, muscles flexing as he wonders, “hm…. say,” gojo’s eyes crease and you raise a brow, “who killed sukuna? wait wait, lemme guess.”

was this guy really the strongest sorcerer?

silence takes on while you sit in distaste of the look on his face forming into a thought, “Nobara did the finishing blow with her strawdoll technique.”

“No actually,” you replied, “your student Yuji Itadori landed the finishing blow, even opening up a domain.”

he laughs, smile infectious and bright before muttering, “hah, I should’ve expected that! truly a bright kid!" he chirped, shuffling to grab his sunglasses on the side table and slipping them on, shades pitch black and comfortable before turning to you, “So doc, what’s my status? am i allowed to leave?”

gojo is sitting up and smiling, emotions completely differing from what he was when you walked into the room. like the gloom in his face was just suddenly, gone. instead of a dreading doom filling the atmosphere it became all sunshine's and rainbows, that scared you a little bit.

“Well.. you have damage to your internal organs, specifically the ones near your abdomen from sukuna’s cut, and a significant amount of brain damage that you’re lucky me and shoko were able to fix.”

He’s quiet now while you look up from your clipboard. maybe shocked?

“Since you’ve had the worst treatment internally than the rest of the patients, and depletion of cursed energy from outputting it all in the battle against Sukuna,” you sigh and scratch your head, “I have been tasked to handling and healing you since your services are greatly needed.”

“don’t need it,” he huffs, tone light and ignorant while folding his arms to his chest while you raise your brow, “give me a week max and I’ll be tip top shape in no time.”

his grin is prideful and you take notes before leaning back in the chair and tossing the clipboard to him, pencil pointing to the statistics of his procedure.

“I don’t doubt you, but just a reminder your brain is literally on life support,” you affirm, voice dropping further as you lean forward and catch the scent of a husk of cologne. you carry your pencil up and tap his temple lightly, like using the eraser will knock sense into gojo's mind, “use reverse technique and it’ll break down on you.”

the pencil retracts and gojo stares, “didn’t you heal it?”

“not fully, no.”

he sighs and lays back down on the bed again before running a hand through his face, groan exiting out of his mouth sounding like a pained whine, “i’m sure i’ll manage..”

“You can heal it if you want,” you state, standing up and pocketing the pencil in your coat swiftly, “but between you and me, I think we both know who’s better on the topic of health.”

the high heels you wear knock on the floorboards as you exit, not paying any attention back to the man who was staring before you wondering words you don’t have access to.

he who is gojo satoru.

he who is your patient.

he who is the strongest sorcerer.

he who doesn't think he needs your help.

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a/n: my drafts are literally combusting so here take this before the atomic bomb waiting in my drafts explodes and destroys everything OH NO IT’S HAPPENING AARGAHARAHSHH

blog interaction is greatly appreciated :)

[kaizened]

summary: When Neteyam starts to grow distant, you reach out– only to see the mighty warrior break down in front of you. You never realized he could be so fragile, especially with your arms wrapped around him.

Neteyam × human!reader

authors note: hey! This is my first time writing anything, and English is not my first language. So, I apologize in advance if I make any mistakes. I am open to feedback and constructive criticism

Neteyam has been more closed off, quiet. He is not much of a talker, but his silence is loud–you miss him, his voice, his presence. He carries a lot of emotional burdens, being the eldest of the siblings, the next olo’eyktan. He hasn't been eating properly, barely talked and looked as if his soul has been sucked out.

You try to reach out to him, to ask what is wrong, but he just flashes you a smile that doesn't meet his eyes and reassures you he is perfectly fine, but he seems distant. One night you are awoken by soft footsteps near your marui. You wake up groggily and head out to see Neteyam walking into the woods.

You find him sitting alone at the roots of a massive tree, with knees to his chest and shoulders shaking, not violently but enough that your heart broke at the scene.

"Neteyam?" you whisper, softly touching his arm.

He looked at you with hollow eyes.

"I cannot do this anymore," he admitted, barely above a whisper, "but I have to be strong! For father, for mother, for my siblings.... for everyone." He hugged his knees tighter as if it would help him hold on to his broken pieces. "But I am tired."

You sit down beside him and take his hands in yours. You didn't interrupt him, letting him rant.

“You don’t have to carry everything by yourself,” you tell him. Then, he brakes down into sobs.

You sit in his lap and pull him closer, cradling his face.

After he calms down, you are able to coax him to get some sleep in his marui. 

"Stay....please" he whispers.

You lay down beside him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Wrapped together beneath the woven blankets, he finally lets himself rest. Faint streaks of tears still visible on his handsome face. You stroke his braids gently, listening to his breathing even out and you both drift off.

Morning light filters through the marui, warm and golden, brushing over tangled blankets and quiet breathing.

Neteyam was still fast asleep, his face tucked against your chest. Legs tangled with yours and his arms caging you in, as if you are his only salvation.

Then–

"Oh"

Jake stopped at the marui's entrance and lets out a low whistle.

Neteyam wakes up, still clutching you like a baby ikran, looking absolutely mortified.

Lo'ak peeks inside the marui with a wide grin, "Did you sleep well mighty warrior?"

Neteyam's ears flatten and his cheeks flush purple. He groans and pulls away panicked "This is not what it looks like!"

"You are all snuggled up with a human. I didn't know you were so forward big bro"

"Shut up skxawng"

Jake clears his throat and says, "You finally had some rest" with a fond smile.

"I hope you guys can still have breakfast with us in 10", Jake leaves with a teasing smile and drags Lo'ak away

You pull Neteyam closer, back to the original position and massage his scalp, "How are you feeling?"

He starts purring and snuggles up closer basking in your warmth ... "Much better and thank you"

A few minutes later Jake's voice cuts through the marui, "Breakfast in five! And Neteyam try not to smother her"

a/n: a confession, I have actually not watched the movies so I dunno if I am portraying Neteyam correctly. I did watch the first one over a decade ago, and I do plant to watch all of them. I swear I didn't have a thing for na'vi BUT THAT JAKE SULLY EDIT-

[maiamore]

kinktober may be over but kink lives in me like a curse all year round

[kaizened]

HEAR ME OUT

Aged up! Neteyam who has never felt the touch of a woman and older! Human reader

Like 2-5 years of age difference

[fawnela]

which was more culturally significant

the renaissance

or the revelation of Leon Kennedy being in RE9

[247internetcafe]

i need re9 leon to fuck me in his porsche thank you

[sephirothsplaything]

HOT AND HEAVY

part two to "HEAVY LIFTING!"

Taniel x fem! Hanlon reader ( NSFW)

WC: 2,231

a/n: i'd put more warnings but like idk i feel like nsfw is enough. thank you so much for reading the first part! i hope you enjoy this one<3

(everyone write more taniel fics RN NOWWWWW)

NINA Simone’s music drifted from your record player. You favored her deep, soulful voice over the popular radio music. The curls of your hair peeked out from your night scarf as you lay carelessly on your stomach, flipping through a magazine you’d stolen from one of your friends. 

The night’s hot air wafted into your bedroom; the window was cracked all the way open. You slid the satin material of your nightgown upward onto your thighs for some relief.

Sighing as your record ended, you dragged your feet to flip it over—Your careful fingers messed with the needle until you heard the soft music continue.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” You heard your father’s voice on the other end of the door. “You goin’ to bed any time soon?”

Probably not.

“Soon.” You called back as you fell into your bed. “Super really soon.”

Through a brief silence, you could practically see your father roll his eyes at your antics. It brought a tiny smile to your face.

“Alright then.” Your father resigned. “Goodnight.”

His footsteps tapered off until you assumed he’d gone into his own room.

You rolled over onto your back, looking up at your ceiling in contemplation. Moving to Derry had made you feel strange-Everyone acted so bizarre, outside of a few people, you felt as though you were going crazy. Sometimes when you’d bring it up to Taniel, he’d just give you a look before brushing it off, as if there was something else he knew.

Just when you felt your body drifting into sleep, you heard a heavy thump against your floor. You jerked upwards—-It was just Taniel.

“I should send you back outside.” You said, crossing your arms. “Comin’ in late making all that damn noise.”

“Sorry.” Taniel shut your window. “I’m here now.”

Still, you were pouting. Taniel dropped his jacket onto your desk chair and kicked off his boots. He looked at you expectantly.

“You gonna scoot or are we just gonna stare at each other?” Taniel asked.

You gave him a giant, dramatic sigh as you moved over to give him enough room. The mattress dipped, and you felt his comforting weight next to you. Taniel reached over to turn off your lamp before rolling back over. 

“You’re far,” Taniel commented before reaching for you, his arms tugging your body against his, back against chest. 

There was no point in asking where he was or why he took so long—Taniel never answered those questions anyways. Most of the time, it annoyed you but a very small percentage of it turned you on.

This quiet was nice though, the strands of his hair brushing onto the back of your neck in a familiar way and his warmth burning into you. You slid one of your hands over one of his, your thumb brushing back and forth against it softly.

“So I was thinking.” You began. “Saturday, you could meet both of my parents, properly I mean. My mom’s seen you before but…i’d like you to meet my dad and brother.”

“I’d like that.” Taniel responded quietly, his hands moving up higher onto your stomach.

“Yeah?” You said excitedly, rolling over to face him. His face was relaxed for once, his expression soft only for you. Unable to help yourself, you reached up to play with the ends of his hair. A tiny, fond smile appeared on his face.

“I just want to stop worrying about what he thinks.” You said, referring to your father. “He thinks I'm still thirteen—He treats me like a kid sometimes.”

“You act like one,” Taniel smirked. You pinched the side of his waist until you heard him protest.

“That’s exhibit A.” Taniel groaned. “But I get what you mean.

“I just want my dad to like you.” Annoyed, you rolled back over, never straying too far from his reach.

“He will.” Taniel assured. “And if he doesn’t, I'll just keep doing this.”

“Doing what? Sneaking into my room like a highschooler?” You grumble. Taniel’s hands were higher now, gracing the swell of your breasts.

Taniel didn’t answer you, instead, his hands were feeling way more sure of themselves as they lightly played at your chest, giving them a greedy squeeze.

“Pervert.” You mumble but you let him continue. Taniel chuckled darkly, trailing his hands downwards over your nightgown.

“But you wore this for me, right?” His hands slipped underneath it, finding you pantyless. “That makes you a pervert too.”

Well, he got you there. You choose to let your body relax beneath his touch as he continues to feel you. One arm slid around your stomach tightly as the other ventured back beneath your nightgown. You could feel his heavy fingers teasing your thighs open.

“Are you gonna let me?” Taniel asked you, his deceptively soft voice drifted into your ear.

Your parents' room was all the way across the hall, but there was only a bathroom separating your wall from Will's. That would be the last logical thought you could come up with.

“Mhm.” You hummed, parting your thighs for him, and he hooked your back leg over his waist to open you up further. “Gotta be quiet though.”

“You’re the loud one.” You couldn't see his face but you knew he was wearing a teasing smirk.

Before you could retort, his fingers found the outline of your slit and you couldn't stop yourself from releasing a content sigh. Taniel moved carefully, like he always did—His thumb brushed gentle circles onto your clit.

Instinctively, your hand gripped onto his wrist, not to stop him but to keep yourself stable. 

“T-Taniel!” You gasped sharply.

“So fucking wet…were you like this the whole time?” Taniel continued his movements, slightly less gentle now but you knew he fully expected an answer from you.

“Yes…”Your voice came out in a broken whisper, tears of pleasure starting to well up in your eyes. 

“Please just—.”

“You cryin’ for me already?” Taniel gently mocked you. “I haven't even done much yet.”

He could be so mean sometimes, but your wetness seemed to be speaking for you as the inner parts of your thighs were coated with arousal. Taniel’s thumb went harsher on your clit as his other hand tightened, keeping your legs open for it. Breathy moans turned to fully formed ones as your lips parted.

“Makin’ all that noise while I'm in the middle of something.” Taniel scoffed. His arm left you, turning your chin enough to meet him in a heated kiss. Your mouth eagerly opened wider when he slipped his tongue in. Taniel’s fingers eased themselves into you, just enough for you to feel full.

“O-Oh!” You broke the kiss, your head lolling away from him and back onto the pillow. “That’s…good.”

“Yeah?” Taniel smiled at you, his hand placed over your mouth to muffle the moans sure to come.

His fingers began a steady pace inside you, your slickness coated them and your face grew hot at the sound of it, you hoped the music was dampening the sound of it. All the while, Taniel pressed small kisses to your neck and cheek. He focused on your expression—-Completly fucked out by only his fingers.

His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in time with the thrusts and he could hear you cursing underneath the palm of his hand, your eyes rolling back.

“Sorry, what was that angel?” Taniel cranned his head into your neck smugly. He felt your hand holding his wrist tighter, he knew you were close. Moving his hand from your mouth, it went right to the top of your nightgown, tugging it enough to pop your breasts out of it. He appreciated the pillowy feel of your brown skin—It was his own personal stress toy as far as he was concerned. 

“Gonna…cum.” Your voice came out in a daze, completely out of it. Taniel kissed your shoulder. You weren't asking for permission, but he wanted to assure you anyway.

“Go ahead.” Taniel’s voice sounded like velvet. “Let me have it.”

With a couple more thrusts of his fingers, you came undone for him, your body shuddering harshly. Taniel was obsessed with your face as you dripped all over his hand—-Eyebrows furrowed you looked like you were frowning, mouth dropping open into a silent moan.

Taniel waited until he felt your body slump against his before pulling his fingers out of you, admiring your pretty coating around them. 

The dark in your room was permeated by the harshness of your breath, trying to steady yourself. After a minute or so, you rolled onto your back. The dark curls of your hair were messily framing your cheeks—Your scarf was only God knows where by now.

“Hi gorgeous.” Taniel gave you a stupidly wide grin. “You good?”

“Peachy.” Your voice came out in a rasp.

Taniel looked down at you in adoration as he moved his body over yours. Your hands weakly ventured to his belt, undoing it as swiftly as you could.

“You’re not tired?” Taniel asked, sitting up on his knees for better access. 

“A bit, yeah.” You said, tugging his pants down with his boxers, his length slipping out of it, hitting his stomach with a soft thwack. You bit your lips at the sight. Taniel raised a brow at your predatory glance.

“Liar.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. Taniel couldn’t help but groan at the feel of your soft mouth. You brought your knee up, nudging his hard on a bit. He let out a small moan.

“Mhm.” Taniel groaned involuntarily. “Don’t do that.” He paused for a second to chuck off his pants with his boxers completely. 

Your one-track mind wasn’t really listening to him as you deepened the kiss, pushing him onto his back. With your soft body over his, Taniel was completely gone for you. With your thighs over either side of his waist, you reached behind your back to give Taniel a couple of strokes.

Taniel moaned your name deeply, eyes closed and trying his damnedest not to cum early. While you could've teased him all night, you were just as desperate. Bunching up your nightgown with one hand, Taniel opened his dark eyes in time to eat up the sight of your skin. 

As you slid yourself onto him, Taniel hissed, his hands shooting to your waist tightly. You were no better, only half of his length was inside of you before your body started shaking.

 “Fuck, just like that.” Taniel encouraged you softly, helping you sink further down onto him. “Keep going.”

The feeling of being full like this was nearly too much for you—You let yourself fall forward into Taniel’s chest as your hips began to move at a steady pace, rocking back and forth accompanied by the slight creaking of your bed.

Taniel’s hands were everywhere he could reach; The material of the nightgown you wore and your smooth skin.

“So pretty like this.” Taniel murmured into your ear, making you moan by just his voice.

“Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” He continued. You shuddered out a gasp almost on cue, your walls clamping and milking him like a vice.

“Taniel—.” You managed out. Your voice was cut off by your own rasping moan. 

Taking the hint, Taniel pressed you further into him, taking control and pistoning in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck for security. The obnoxious plaps began to overshadow the music now, but you were beyond caring. There was a coat of cream falling out of you—A mixture of both yours and his.

Your nails slightly scratched at Taniel as you felt yourself moving in time with him. One particularly harsh thrust from him made you cum without a warning. You desperately pressed your lips to his to quiet the both of you. Taniel kept going, his pace becoming sloppy as he neared his own high.

“S-Shit.” Taniel cursed before lifting you off him in a hurry. Your eyes looked down lazily to see spurts of pearly white cum streaming down to his thighs. Through the pants of your finished breaths, you bent down to kiss him again—-A much sweeter one than the last.

“Don’t pass out on me.” You joked, stripping off your nightgown and tossing it into your hamper.

“Have fun trying to stand.” Taniel shot back, watching your legs wobble as you got off the bed. You placed your hands onto the frame for balance, glaring at him.

You walked over to your dresser, finding a towel and tossing it to Taniel. He one handed it, cleaning the remains off his stomach and legs. Meanwhile, you dug around for another, not cum stained nightgown.

Slipping on a white one, you joined him back in your bed. Taniel wrapped a solid arm around you, pulling you chest to chest. 

“So.” Taniel said, his voice trailing off. “Saturday?”

“Yes.” You confirmed, raising your head a bit to look at him. “If you forget, I'm gonna kill you.”

“Gotcha.” Taniel said. He still sounded like himself, but his tone was a bit more gentle.

Satisfied, you curl yourself into him and let yourself drift off into the night. You tried to repress the weekend ahead,praying to any God that your father will act right. No matter what though, Taniel wasn’t going anywhere.

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#NEEDTHAT

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I NEED MORE TANIEL FICS

There is nothing on ao3 and maybe 3 on tumblr. I cannot survive this drought

[faintrustle]

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. 😆✌

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Not him trying to keep Zayne away😆