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dark-fics-4-you · 1 month

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Can you do reader ignoring stepbro rafe and he gets mad so he sneaks in readers room and eats her out until shes crying and begging for him to stop! Love ur fics💗💗

Silent Treatment

mean!stepbro!Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: noncon/forced sex, incest (step siblings), oral, fingering, forced orgasm, jealousy, controlling behavior, smut

After an excruciating family dinner where you seemed happy to speak with any other family member but him, Rafe glared at you when you were the first to excuse yourself from the table.

He rolled his eyes when he heard your door slam upstairs, but chose not to comment on it in front of Ward, Rose, Sarah, or Wheezie. If they noticed his reaction, they didn’t say anything.

Although they would have definitely noticed how little you had been speaking to Rafe, completely snubbing him at his every attempt to strike conversation with you.

Normally the two of you would be attached at the hip, and only Rafe knew why you were acting differently now.

The blond had chased off another guy that you had been talking to, insisting to you that he wasn’t any good for you, and that he didn’t deserve to date “Rafe Cameron’s little sister.”

You both knew the real reason behind his actions though.

Rafe waited several minutes before excusing himself and then casually walking up the stairs and approaching your door.

He didn’t even bother knocking, twisting the handle and opening the door to let himself in before shutting it quietly behind him.

At the noise, you sat up in bed, and glared at him.

“Leave me alone.” Your voice was curt and resolved, but Rafe didn’t really want to listen to you right now.

“C’mon Y/N, are you really going to do this right now? This silent treatment shit is getting old fast.” When your older step brother sat on the side of your bed, you tensed, scooting yourself away from him a bit.

“I already told you, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You snapped at him. “You threatened Tyler to get him to stop talking to me!”

Rafe shook his head, his jaw clenching in frustration when he looked at you. He stared at you in silence before chuckling darkly.

“God, you’re such a cunt sometimes, Y/N, you know that?”

You reeled back at his words, jaw dropping in disbelief at his insult.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” you cursed under your breath and you were surprised when his fingers clamped down on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe I will.” His words shocked you, but not as much as the dead serious look on his face. “Maybe that would teach you to not be such an uptight bitch.”

You tried to grasp at his wrist but he swatted your hand away before sliding his hand around your throat and forcing you onto your back.

“Rafe-” you struggled against him when he straddled you, and when he reared his hand back like he was ready to slap you across the face, you tensed up, finally stilling beneath him and looking up at your older step brother with fear in your eyes.

“Relax, I wasn’t going to hit you, sweetheart,” you weren’t sure whether his raspy words were meant to be a comfort or a threat.

You couldn’t speak, too shocked and frightened by his actions to create a sound. All you could do was blink the tears from your shiny eyes.

“What? Nothing to say now, huh?” Rafe mocked you, drawing closer. His breath was hot on your face and his large hand at your throat kept you pinned in place.

You defiantly kept your mouth shut, although you didn’t think you could have made a sound even if you wanted to with Rafe’s fingers starting to crush your throat.

Your silence was short lived however, because you gasped when you felt Rafe’s other hand gently ghost over your clothed core. You jerked away from his touch, but the hand at your throat held you firmly in place.

He shifted on top of you, crawling lower and finally releasing his hold on your neck. Your attempts to shove him off of you were futile, and when his big hands began pawing at your shorts and kneading the soft skin of your thighs, you felt your stomach drop.

“Get the hell off of me!”

He ignored you, unbuttoning your shorts, only unzipping them part of the way before just tugging them down your legs and discarding them behind him. Your heart was beating hard in your ears, and the sound of your rushing pulse made you feel dizzy.

He eyed your lacy pink panties for just a moment before pulling them down, ripping them when you kicked your legs out trying to stop him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed quietly, too confused and embarrassed to be loud enough to attract the attention of your family.

He didn’t respond, but you got your answer when he spread your legs, which you were desperately trying to squeeze together, and buried his tongue into your pussy.

You weren’t sure if the noise you let out was a cry or a moan, but either way, it was loud. Disgust and pleasure sinfully mingled together in your gut when Rafe’s tongue teased your clit.

With his strong arms wrapped around your legs, you had nowhere to go. When you squirmed in his arms, his tongue just licked at you more hungrily, shooting sparks of ecstasy through your entire body.

Your step brother devoured your silky cunt, savoring the sweet flavors of your unwanted arousal like it was nectar from the gods. The sound of your soft cries of protests mixed with involuntary moans of pleasure made him harder than he had ever gotten by just fantasizing about this moment.

“Rafe please!” You begged him, panting as he messily lapped at your tender clit. His harsh grip on your soft thighs tightened, and you winced at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin.

When you felt the tip of his finger slide along your dripping folds, you bucked your hips in surprise, trying again to free yourself from his grasp.

His blue eyes glanced up, taking in your disheveled form. Your chest was rising and falling unevenly and Rafe watched your face as he slowly pushed his index finger into your tight heat.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock and you bit your lip, trying to stifle the gasp that escaped at the feeling of your older brother sliding his ringed finger along your walls. Every flick of his tongue against your clit had you tensing and tightening around his finger and Rafe’s moans vibrated against your soaked pussy.

“P-please stop,” you whimpered, tears beginning to prick at your eyes and overflow past your lashes.

“Not ‘til you apologize, princess,” he mumbled in between sucking at your clit and curling his finger inside your quivering walls. He slowly slid in a second finger, stretching you out even further and earning a strained gasp that made his cock twitch. Rafe had fantasized about this moment so many times before, but seeing your perfect face and hearing you moan and whine as he fucked you with his fingers and lapped at your clit was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

Your head was in the clouds, horribly confused by your conflicting feelings of disgust and desperate want. It was wrong for so many reasons, but maybe that fact was why you were so close to being pushed over the brink.

“I’m sorry, Rafe! Okay? Fuck- Please, mm- I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You breathlessly begged him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but your tears were still flowing down your cheeks in a steady stream.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he ordered. Rafe was fucking you with his fingers harder now, the feeling of his ring dragging along your walls was making you see stars behind your eyelids. His thumb circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure to keep you right on the edge of finishing.

You reluctantly cracked your eyes, meeting Rafe’s intense gaze with heavy lidded eyes that you could barely keep open.

“Apologize to your big brother like you fucking mean it.” His grin was triumphant and mocking, and he allowed his eyes to trace over every part of you, taking in how much of a pathetic mess he had made of you.

“I’m sorry, Rafe! I’m sorry, I’ll never ignore you again. I was just being stupid. Ple- mm please stop.” You pleaded with him, tears and hiccups interrupting your words. You had never felt so much humiliation in your entire life.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, not stopping his movements at all. “You’re just too cute for your own good, baby.”

“What-?”

Your question was cut off with a moan when he resumed working your clit with his tongue. He lapped and licked at the tender flesh like a man starved and when he slide a third finger into your tight cunt, the band inside of you finally snapped.

“Rafe!” You loudly whined as you came, legs quivering as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Aw, there’s my good girl,” he cooed, drinking in your beautiful face and enjoying the feeling of your cunt clinging to his fingers and pulsing around them. Your pink, puffy tear stained eyes fearfully met his eyes and you sniffed sadly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Y/N?” He smirked at you when he pulled his fingers from your sore, weeping pussy and slid them past his lips, savoring the flavor of your arousal.

“Mm, tastes like you enjoyed yourself,” Rafe chuckled darkly. “So quit your fucking crying. Just makes me want to choke you with my dick till you shut up.”

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adore-laur · 5 months

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SILENT TREATMENT

— harry being stubborn & regretting it

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"Where's Harry?"

You swear he was in the room a mere second ago. As a matter of fact, you swear he was just standing next to you playing an intense game of ping-pong while wearing only his boxers and socks.

Harry has been childishly ignoring you for the past hour by hitting the hollow plastic ball back and forth with someone from the backstage crew in complete silence. You kept stealing glances at him, hoping his expressive eyes would reveal what was irking him, but he never acknowledged you. Based on pure assumption, he's mad at you. You think he's being a bit dramatic.

"Not sure," answers the crew member with a shrug. "He left without saying anything."

"Great," you reply, sighing in frustration. I'll go looking for him.

You snatch your sweatshirt from the chair in the corner and head out on a mission. Harry can't be too far, but the unfamiliar venue with mazes of hallways and covert doors could make your search quite difficult. Thankfully, plenty of workers with recognizable shirts and lanyards roam around backstage, either pushing equipment carts or having muffled conversations with people through their walkie-talkies.

You politely raise your hand to garner the attention of an older woman casually leaning against the wall. "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Styles anywhere?"

Her hazel eyes narrow suspiciously. "Are you a fan? How did you get back here?"

"No, no," you say quickly with a nervous laugh, taking your specialized lanyard out from the pocket of your jeans and showing it to her. "I'm his girlfriend, and I— well, I sort of lost him."

She walks closer and squints at the laminated card with your name and picture printed. "You lost him?"

Heat prickles up your neck and travels to your cheeks. "Um, he's quiet. Sneaks right past me all the time."

The woman smiles faintly. "I'm sure he does." What the hell is that supposed to mean? "I think I saw him going to the private bathrooms in the back," she adds, hiking her thumb behind her shoulder. "Hey, tell him to stop walking around in his boxers, will ya?"

"Sure thing," you reply distractedly with a nod, not fully comprehending what she said.

After wandering down the brightly lit hallway, you eventually reach the back area of his dressing room. The smooth walls turn into rough, white-painted bricks as the opening of the communal bathroom comes into view. There's still an hour until showtime, and you wonder what Harry could be doing there. Usually, he waits until right before he has to go on stage to get ready.

You find him standing in front of the sink, a plush robe wrapped around his sulking figure as he brushes his teeth with his lucky pink toothbrush. One look at his face tells you he's not in a good mood.

Fights with Harry tend to be over petty things that are easily forgotten the next day. Joining him on tour has caused some lingering stress since what he does, as fun as it appears to be, is still strenuous when unpredictable mishaps can occur at any moment. You can't really remember what you said today that is making him blatantly ignore you. Maybe it has something to do with jet lag, or perhaps he's just being stubborn. Either is highly possible.

"Hi," you mutter, looming next to him.

Harry continues brushing his teeth while avoiding eye contact with you. The air smells of spearmint and his potent cologne, but it doesn't bring you the comfort it usually would due to the palpable tension currently clouding the air.

"You're mad at me," you say plainly, drumming your fingers along your thigh.

He leans over the sink and spits out the residual toothpaste, then inhales heavily, almost impatiently, as he picks up his mouthwash. He grants no response and twists open the cap, taking a short swig and swishing it around in his mouth. You rest your hip against the counter and impatiently cross your arms. It doesn't feel nice when he hasn't even so much as spoken a single word to you when you've been in close quarters for the past hour.

Since when has the silent treatment ever solved anything?

"If you're not going to speak to me, I think I'll just go hang out in the tour bus for the night," you say, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

Harry shrugs one shoulder without a care in the world, and you take it as your self-proclaimed cue to leave. You honestly don't have the patience or energy to start a one-sided argument right now, so with a disappointed hum, you begin walking away.

Your feet halt just before you turn the corner. "Have a good show," you mumble with burning sarcasm.

Once you're out of his sight, you curl your fists by your head and grit your teeth, almost letting out a crazed laugh at his ridiculousness. You want to scream. He sometimes acts like such a kid, too arrogant to admit when he's sorry and too selfish to try and mend the issue before it builds into something bigger. It's terrifying to think it could become unfixable.

After five minutes of asking around, you're led to the back parking lot, where the tour buses are lined up. The main one you ride in with Harry is guarded by two security guards. You lift your lanyard without uttering a word, and they immediately open the door.

You stomp up the stairs and throw your belongings onto the couch, trying to not let the simmering anger in your blood turn into an uncontrollable boil. No one else is around, so you shut all the interior lights off and climb into the tiny bunk bed you share with your stupidly stubborn boyfriend. The sheets are still crumpled, and his dirty socks lie by the edge. Everything smells like him, and for once, you wish it didn't.

Exhaustion eventually kicks in, and you drift off to the distant sound of the crowd going wild inside the arena.

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"Psst."

You jolt awake from the voice right next to your ear. Your hazy brain catches up to consciousness as you grumble a noise of protest. There's no need to open your eyes when you know whose body is causing the dip in the uncomfortable mattress.

A shake is then given to your elbow. You jerk it back and hope he takes the hint.

"Ow, bloody hell!" Harry whispers harshly.

"Go away."

That was a bad idea. Instant regret. Harry responds by rolling on top of you, borderline knocking the air out of your lungs. You tiredly groan and push him off, his body falling next to you in the cramped space of the bunk.

"Seriously, go away," you repeat, putting a pillow between you and him. "Stop sucking up to me and acting like everything's fine."

Harry takes the pillow and flings it somewhere far. "Yeah, well, I don't appreciate you just leaving and not texting me your whereabouts. That scares me."

You roll your eyes. "I told you where I'd be, yet you decided to give me the silent treatment."

He ironically goes silent at the truth.

"And," you continue, kicking his leg under the covers, "I don't appreciate it when you don't speak to me. It hurts."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, remorse leaking into his apology. I was being an idiot. I can't even remember what I was upset about."

You slowly turn over to face him. "Me neither."

He's freshly showered, the hood from his sweatshirt thrown over his damp hair. His face is slightly rosy from the recent steam, and his lips look remarkably soft in the minimal lighting.

"I hated not seeing you in the crowd," he says quietly, glancing at your mouth. "It's my fault, but still... it wasn't the same without you."

You lean forward and kiss his forehead, making a content hum vibrate in his throat. His legs intertwine with yours as he rubs under his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Please never stop talking to me," you whisper. "Even when you're annoying, I still like to listen to your voice."

Harry smiles fondly and places his palm against yours, admiring the size difference. "You're my favorite person to talk to. Do you know that?"

You feign a gag at his sappy statement, and he laughs before nuzzling his face into your neck and innocently tickling your sides. He eventually stops and wraps his arms around you, planting tender kisses on your exposed skin.

His addictive scent consumes your senses, and you let yourself drown in it until sleep drapes over the both of you like a favorite childhood blanket.

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dumblr · 1 year

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When two people are silent, they have a lot to say.

#quotes #feelings #emotions #silent night #love #love quotes #romantic quotes #wise words #sayings #silent treatment #thoughtful #silence is complicity #feeling it #dumblr

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taufikaulia · 3 months

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Your Silent Treatment Is Killing Me

Silent treatment itu cuma 'bagus' untuk cooling down, tapi gak akan menyelesaikan apapun. Kalau ada masalah ya diobrolin. Bilang aja kalau gak suka, kecewa, atau marah. Orang yang kamu diemin itu bukan cenayang.

Silent treatment itu gak kayak diemnya orang yang mau nenangin diri. Diam itu gak akan jadi bahaya selama diamnya kamu itu untuk menenangkan dan menyiapkan diri untuk membuka obrolan yang sehat dan setara setelah kamu tenang.

Diam itu jadi masalah—toksik, ketika kamu diam untuk mengontrol dan menunjukkan bahwa kamu punya kuasa dan kekuatan yang lebih besar dalam sebuah hubungan. Di sini diammu tidak menyelesaikan masalah, melainkan hanya akan memanipulasi orang yang kamu diamkan untuk merasa bersalah. That's it. In the end, orang yang kamu diamkan itu akan bingung, frustasi, merasa tidak dihargai dan tidak dicintai. Silent treatment is abussive. Inilah mengapa silent treatment justru hanya akan memudarkan ikatan-ikatan emosional.

Komunikasi adalah kunci. Komunikasi dengan kata-kata ya, bukan komunikasi dengan sandi morse. Maka dari itu, bila ada masalah dengan siapapun, silakan diam untuk menenangkan diri, tapi jangan lari dari masalah.

Siapkan dirimu untuk mendengarkan dan bicara. Setelah kamu tenang, jangan pendam dan bersikap seakan semuanya baik-baik saja.

Jangan ragu untuk bilang, “Hei, we need a talk.”

—@taufikaulia

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classycookiexo · 5 months

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#communication #silent treatment #red flags #toxic traits

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unwelcome-ozian · 1 year

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#emotional abuse #silent treatment #being ignored #trauma effects

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imaginative-tekken · 4 months

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I would like to request nsfw one-shot with Sergei Dragunov, because I love this man. Of course, if you don't have time and you are busy, you don't have to write it, I won't be disappointed. Overall I want to say, that I Iove your blog, it's hard to find something "Tekken x reader" related these days (or I am blind)

Silent Treatment

Your heart pounded as you were shoved into a dimly lit room. The door slammed behind you and you tried to gather yourself, but you could feel panic start to build up. You had no idea where you were, or why you were here. Dread grew stronger as you looked around, the room seemed bare, except for a table and two chairs. Your thoughts began to run wild with scenarios, kidnapping? Human traffickers? Hostage situation? The door swung open and two men in uniform rushed in and slammed it behind them. One of them had rifle pointed to you. The other was yelling something you couldn’t understand, he took a step forward and placed your hands behind your head. He kicked your legs apart and then began to pat you down, probably searching for contraband, whatever was deemed that to him. The search was to intense for you, there was no doubt this man took this opportunity to grope you. When he couldn’t find anything on you, he began to rip at your jacket. After some brief struggle you managed to take a step back and unzipped it yourself. The man took it from you and quickly checked the pockets and shook it to see if anything would fall out. He said something and started to motion at you. You understood what he meant, but refused to oblige. So, like before, he took one step towards you and began ripping and pulling at your pants. You could tell if it was possessiveness or maybe pride. But against your own will you once again undressed yourself. You glared at the man as you handed you pants to him, he had a sadistic grin on his face. The bastard enjoyed this. Well, rather have all your clothes in one piece than to have them all ripped up. Of course, to add insult to injury, you were not allowed to keep your underwear. The man let out a perverted chuckle as you had to hand over your panties, you were pretty sure he sniffed them too. And with that, they left, taking every piece of clothing you had with them. You covered yourself the best you could, taking comfort in the darkness of the room. You slowly walked around the room, it wasn’t big, and seemed to only have one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was one small slit of a window high up on the wall, the only window in the room, and currently your only light source. The floor was freezing, and as you noticed that you also realized the room overall was cold. You rubbed your arms slightly. Trying not to lose any coverage of your breasts. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed a single table in the room, accompanied by one chair on each side. You pushed yourself into a corner, positioned in such a way that you could see the door. Not sure how long you were left standing alone, but after some time the light came on with a slight hum to it. Shortly after, the door clicked opened. You were expecting the same two men from before, but instead just one came into the room. The first thing you noticed was his height, well more than a head taller then others you saw. The second thing that stood out was the cold, hard look in his eyes, and the scars on his face. Your eyes widened slightly at the look of him. You felt a sense of innate fear of this man, but somehow also a mystic curiosity. He took a quick glance around the room before the located you, naked and confused in the corner. He stared at you, an indifferent look on his face. Then he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a slip of paper. He shifted his gaze from the paper to you a couple of times before showing the slightest wince at his face. Then he left. A few minutes later he returned, bringing a cup and a blanket. He put the items down on the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He gestured to you to join at the opposite side. You hesitated, but the blanket would be a very welcomed change right now. You slowly and cautiously approached the table. Without exposing yourself too much you grabbed the blanket and unfolded it. It was one of the biggest blankets you’ve seen, covering you from the shoulders almost all the way down to your ankles. It was coarse, uncomfortable, but warm.

You sat down, giving the man a cautious look before reaching for the cup. It was tea, it had a herby, slight bitter flavor. You could feel the mans eyes at you the entire time. You swallowed the tea, taking solace in the warmth that spread through your stomach. You put the cup back down and looked up at the man. Initially, you wanted to sound tough, and unafraid. But the piercing eyes of this guy made you reconsider. “why am i here?” you asked. No response. You shifted in your seat slightly, the silence making you uncomfortable. “i haven’t done anything” you continued, “i don’t know why I'm here..”. Your voice cracked slightly at the end of that sentence. There was no denying that you were still scared. No change in the man. You began to ramble, going about how you had never really committed any serious crime, maybe some shoplifting as a teenager. Or maybe some shitty behavior as a rebellious teen. In the midst of your ramble, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed that the man had gotten up. You locked eyes for a moment, without really thinking about, you were searching for any sliver of emotion on his face. None. You sniffled slightly, both from the cold and the ramble. “Am i even supposed to be here?”. He shook his head, a sense of relief came over you. For whatever reason, perhaps gratitude, perhaps relief. You leaned in and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders tightly. Without any warning, he picked you up and quickly pushed you off onto the table. He pinned your down arms over your head. You stared at each other for a moment, not really sure what to do. His expression made the slightest change, making you think he acted purely out of reflex. He loosened his grip on your wrists and began to pull back. Almost seemed a little ashamed of his outburst. You gently grabbed his hands before he had pulled away entirely. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you” you said. He stopped, and glanced over your body slightly. Feeling this strange attraction to him, despite the situation. You wiggled from side to side, causing the blanket fall off you and served now more as a table cloth than a cover. You moved your hands up to his forearms and tightened your grip, urging him closer. He leaned in a bit, as if he expected you to whisper something to him. You moved your leg up his inner thigh, and back down again. You moved your leg to the outside of his, running your ankle along his thigh and following the contour of his butt slightly. He glanced slightly towards your leg, barely moving his head. You moved your arms up and wrapped them around his back. He moved down closer, placing his face close to your neck, feeling his breathing gave you goosebumps. You dug your fingers into his coat, grasping the fabric. You let out a slight gasp as you pulled on him a little more. He gave a barely audible grunt as you did. He turned his head more, grazing his lips against your neck. He seemed hesitant on whether or not he should kiss you. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, playing slightly with his hair. You put your other hand inside his coat, feeling around at his torso. You could feel his muscles in more detail, and his warmth was comforting. His hands trailed down your sides. His touch was surprisingly light, the leather of his gloves was cold but soft. Once his hands reached your hips, he firmly grabbed each side and pulled you down further on the table. Until you were aligned with the edge of it. He raised himself up and removed his gloves, maintaining eye contact as he did so. He tossed them aside and lowered himself over you once again. You subconsciously held your breath as he descended. He put his face close to yours, so close that your noses almost touched. You spent a few moments just looking at each other. You hesitantly reached your head up and kissed him. For a moment, he did not reciprocate, but he eventually leaned into it. He gently grabbed your chin. His skin felt warm and slightly rough, the feeling gave you slight tingles.

He reached up his other hand and carefully caressed your neck. His touch was light as a feather as he trailed his hand down over your collarbone, tracing his fingers between your breasts. He stroked one of your breasts with his palm, you could feel your nipple stiffen under his hand. He moved his other from your and grabbed the back of your neck as he began to make out more aggressively. You gasped slightly at the change of pace. You began to unbutton his shirt, fumbling a little as you did. You hadn't noticed until now that your hands were shaking a bit. You opened most of the buttons, leaving the top two because you didn't want to fiddle with the tie too much. You wrapped your arms around him again, the warmth of his body welcomed. You traced your hands around his torso, this skin was much softer than his hands. You tried to pull him down closer to you, longing to feel his warmth against your still cold body. He did not budge to your will. Instead he let go of your breast and moved his hand down to your legs. He grabbed the backside of your thigh firmly, and moved your leg sideways away from him. You felt exposed as you could feel your labia separate, you shivered as the cold air hit your dampened slit. You kept your leg as far out as he had placed to the best of your extent. He maintained a somewhat firm grip of your thigh as he moved his hand further down towards your pelvis. You jolted a little as you felt two of his fingers make contact with your vulva. He stroked you up and down, spreading your lips apart more and searched for your clit. You noticed that you were more wet than you thought. His fingers ran over your clit a few times before he began to prod your opening, pushing very lightly but not letting one of fingers enter yet. You wiggled your hips and thrusted slightly. Trying in vain to cause penetration. You moved your hands from his back and began to work on his belt. You groaned into him as you did. As you managed to undo his belt and unzipped his pants, he moved his hand from behind your neck and grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head. He broke the kiss for the first time since it started, he immediately moved his head to the side of your neck. Kissing and nibbling at it before moving on to your collarbone, giving it the same treatment. While at the same time he prodded at your hole, and stroking his two finger up to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers before moving them back to your hole again. That process was a teasing repetition. He stopped kissing you, raising himself up a bit and just looked at you. Still repeating the process on your increasingly soaking pussy. He kept looking you up and down for a few more seconds, causing you to blush. After those few seconds he lowered himself and began to lick at and around your nipple, giving you more goosebumps. You gasped and wiggled side to side. No matter how you wiggled or moved, he managed to keep pace with you. Leaving no escape from the sensations he caused you. Without the satisfaction of penetration, it became almost unbearable. It only became worse when he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking at it forcefully and flicking his tongue on it. You arched your back in response, wrapping the leg he didn't move over his lower back. Keeping your other leg dutifully out to side where he had placed it. He switched between your breasts, sucking, flicking and occasionally gently biting them. You moved your head from side to side, not sure what to do with yourself as he continued his damned teasing. It's been a while since you've longed this much for someone to enter you. You let out your first audible moan as you felt him finally push his fingers inside you. He slowly and almost infuriatingly carefully pushed them all the way inside, pressing on your clit with palm, making a half circle motion with it. He pulled them back out halfway before moving them back in, making that half circle motion with his palm every time he reached full depth.

He began to switch between orally teasing your nipples to kissing and nibbling at your neck as he increased the pace with his fingers. He kept this up until you. finally whimpered, whispering a plea to him to take you. He pulled his fingers out entirely, once again squeezing your clit between his fingers before he moved them away entirely. He casually wiped your juices off on your thigh, then he reached up and loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt you had left. Then he reached down, and you felt a tingle as you saw him fumble his cock out from his underwear. You locked your lips in anticipation as you watched him stroke his already hard cock. You tried to get your hands free again, but he would not let you. You put your leg that you had kept out the side, behind his thighs just beneath his butt. You squeezed your legs around him, trying to get him closer. And to your joy, he obliged. He took barely a half step forward, and that was enough for his hot tip to rub against your soaked slit. It was sliding against it in the same way his fingers had. You tried your best to position your hips so that you could get him inside you. He placed his hand next you on the table. He then proceeded to slowly make a thrusting motion, sliding his hard, warm member up and down your pussy. Making you twitch every time his glands moved across your clit, more intense as he moved it down, catching your clit on the edge of his tip, making it flick as it got released. No matter how you tried you couldn't get him in, you had to wonder how he could maneuver himself so quickly. You couldn't do much but helplessly whimper and moan as he was relentlessly teasing you. You started to beg, giving out whimpering little whispers about how much you wanted him to take you. In response all he did was to rub his dick against you faster and leaned down and kissed you again, drowning out your silent pleas into a muffled mumble. You arched your back, trying to wiggle your arms free. But this mans grip proved to be impossible to get out of. It was both exciting and scary to be at his mercy like this. Your pussy contracted every time his tip touched your hole, aching for him to take you. He started to prod at your hole, pushing his tip halfway in at most. You tensed in anticipation, once again trying to move your hips to get him in deeper. But he still managed to maneuver around you. Each time you tried to plea he silenced you with another kiss. You squeezed your legs around him, trying to pull hum in closer. He didn't budge. He adjusted his hand, improving his grip around your wrists. You opened and closed your hands a few times, increasing the blood flow to them. He took his other hand and started to fondle and play with your breasts again. This went on for a few moments. He stopped. You made eye contact with him. He gave a hint of a smirk and moved his hand from your breast to your chin, gently bur firmly grabbing it, making sure you maintained eye contact with him. That slight smirk grew ever so little as he finally began to push his way inside. He moved painstakingly slowly, creeping further and further in inch by inch. He managed to reach deeper inside than any other man before. Dammit, nothing about this man was small. The depth he reached was on the verge of discomfort, it would have been a different sensation had it not been for the amount of teasing he had given you. He pulled himself out almost all the way, and pushed it back in with a grunt. He gradually worked up a higher pace. His grip on your chin tightened as he started to go harder. The table started to creek underneath you. You clenched your fists in a reflective move to hold on to something. He kept a steady and decently fast pace. Not jack hammering, but not going at a snails pace either. He let go of your chin and stroked the side of your neck lightly. It gave you shivers. He lent down and kissed your neck, giving it multiple pecks before moving up and kissing you on the lips.

His tongue was playing inside your mouth, once again muffling your moans. He moved his hand from your neck to your breasts, fondling them as he thrusted harder. You once again wanted to held on as the table was moving beneath you. But the best you could do was to squeeze your legs around him harder. Trying to gain some supporting for your rocking body. He broke the kiss and started to nip at you neck, grazing his teeth against your skin. His breath was hot against your skin, making you shiver slightly. He picked up his pace some more, methodically working his speed up until you thought the table would fold underneath you. You groaned as he slamming into you, you felt his lips graze against your cheek. You somewhat expected him to kiss you again, but he didn't. He instead kissed your neck, giving you a few pecks before planting his lips on you and sucked at your skin. The thought of a hickey crossed your mind slightly, though it vanished it quickly as he sped up even more. Just for a few thrusts, then he slammed hard into you. He grunted as gave a couple of hard but spaced apart thrusts, hard enough to move you on the table. He stopped suddenly with his whole length inside you and exhaled deeply. You thought that he had finished and felt a bit of disappointment as you got there yet. He raised himself up from you, his one hand still firm around your wrists. He moved his other hand to underneath your lower back. You arched your back to be cooperate, and dropped your legs from around him. He gently pulled you up from the table, making you stand in front of him. You made eye contact briefly, still a little bit winded. You felt his hot rod poke your lower abdomen. He let go of your wrist and put your arms down along your sides, then he firmly grasped your shoulders and turned you around. Your grasped at his arms briefly, trying to get him to hold you. He put one hand and the other between your shoulder blades, and with a firm but also gentle push, bent you forward over the table. Instinctively, you placed your hands down on either side of you. He grabbed your hips and positioned himself behind you, you wiggled your hips slightly side to side in anticipation. He bent down over you, moved your hair out of the way and kissed your neck again. You arched your back to make some more skin contact and feel some warmth. He caressed the front of your thighs, trailing his hands up your torso and squeezed your breasts softly. His hands trailed up around your shoulders and down your upper arms, which he pinned closer to your sides. He grabbed your hands and folded your arms behind your back. He really had a thing about immobilizing your hands huh? He took a step closer behind you, you could feel his wet dick brush up against your butt cheek. He placed one foot between your feet and kicked your legs apart further. He slid his dick up and down your soaked slit. You exhaled shakily as you awaited his second entrance. He prodded you a few times again, making you thrust your hips back with impatience. You thought you heard the faintest chuckle as he obliged and slowly pushed his way inside once again. Your inside adjusted to embrace him easier this time. As he began to build up his pace, he leaned over and kissed your withers, along with a light bite. He started go harder and faster. He trailed one hand around one of your hips down to your pussy, where he delicately but meticulously searched for your clit. Once he found it, he began to go through various ways of rubbing it. Checking your reactions closely. You audibly sputtered out "oh god" as he tried an oval pattern, rubbing it mainly up and down. He was rubbing it in a pace that matched his thrusting. He variated in hardness, pressing his fingers down harder or lighter as he saw fit. You tried your best to keep your bearing, but it was challenging to stay on your toes and not flop onto the table entirely. Especially as your legs grew shakier as you got closer and closer to finishing.

He must have noticed, he started to rub you faster. Making you whimper out a few cusses. You groaned as you drew closer to climax. Panting out a squeaky plea for him to rub just a little harder, to add just a little more pressure. And he did. You moaned audibly from it. He leaned down on top of you, and bit your neck tenderly. It made you moan. He leaned in closer to your ear and shushed you. The dull "shhhh" sent a tingle down your back. You heard him groan quietly. After which he applied a little more pressure on you clit and rubbed just a bit faster. For some reason you tried to resist, however you could feel it was useless as you had been dancing on edge for a bit now. You put you focus on your pleasure more than holding your stance against him, or the volume you might produce. Although it wasn't in a way sweet victory, it was at least sweet surrender. As you allowed yourself to relax, you finally crossed the threshold and had a leg quivering orgasm. Moaning loudly as you tensed, twitched and almost bucked at a point. But his arm around you hip gave him enough of a grip to hold on to you quite well. And he did stop rubbing, dragging your orgasm out as much as he could. He kept going 'til you legs gave way, had it not been for the table you had been a shaky wet mess on the floor now. You couldn't remember the last time you. came this hard. You had to beg him to stop, pleading with him you couldn't cum anymore. He kissed your neck and you feel a smirk on his face as he continued. He didn't stop rubbing you until your voice gave way as well and your last plea was a shaky voice cracked "goddamn aaaaah". You tried to catch your breath as you still got some tingling from his thrusting. You heard him grunt as he picked up his pace. You subconsciously gave some whimpered moans. He paced suddenly slowed to some hard but spaced apart thrusts. He pulled out and you could hear as he worked on himself for just a few seconds before feeling some warm streaks land on your back, until now you hadn't really considered where he was going to finish or a place you could have requested him to. It was just all in the moment. You could feel him let go of your wrists as he stood back upright again. You placed your hands on either side next to you, and in vain tried to get up. Your arms were as shaky as the rest of you. You felt the blanket land on your back. You hadn't really noticed its absence. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders with the blanket, wrapping it around you. Before he helped you up. It was a gentle gesture you hadn't really expected. As you stood he turned you around and gave you a final kiss on the mouth before helping you down on a chair. He then gathered his things he had taken off, patted down his uniform and left. You looked to the door. Still winded, and with a dry throat. Some minutes passed before another man stepped in. He looked around the room, you. followed his gaze and only now realized that the two cups and the contents were a mess on the floor. It made you blush. The man looked at you, while you looked back at him. Red faced, winded and exhausted. He slowly walked up to the table, and told you with an accent thick as concrete "i will escort you back from where they took you, miss". With that he put your belongings on the table and left you to get dressed. Before he went out the door he told you to knock when you were ready. You got dressed as quickly as possible and walked a few laps around the table to get your bearings back before you went to the door and tried to give three hard knocks. They weren't hard, your legs may have recovered but your hands and arms were still shaky. The door opened and the same man from a moment ago was waiting for you. "Great. Follow me". You went alongside him through various hallways. When you finally reached an exit, you looked down the adjacent corridor and sure as hell. There he was.

Talking to, or more so being talked to, by some other guy. He spared you a glance, with the faintest of smiles. But other than that there wasn't a single trace on him about your recent encounter. Your escort noticed this as he lead you outside. He doubted for a moment, but spoke up anyway. "I hope he wasn't too bad with you in there. He has tendency to be..." he fumbled for the word. "Cruel". "No no, I'm just... still nervous". You responded. Your escort nodded in response as you thought to yourself. "Oh, he was cruel alright. Damn cruel. But sooo good".

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soulinkpoetry · 5 months

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Giving someone the silent treatment is a torture technique.It’s best to learn how to communicate your feelings.

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gojos-fr-bae · 8 months

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Silence

Pairing: Chisaki x reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, lots of swearing, Chisaki being a bully

It was 11 pm and Kai still hadn't come to bed, which confused you. He had this habit of getting lost in his work, and while it helped him work efficiently, it made him overwork himself a lot. In fact, before you, he would be stuck in his office for days, engrossed in his work.

Knowing this, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Kai!" you called, knocking on his office door...no response.

The door creaks as you push the door open and you see him. Buried in piles of paperwork and looking absolutely exhausted. He was still wearing his unnecessarily huge plague mask but had taken off his green and purple jacket.

The room was dimly lit and although he looked dashingly handsome, he also looked ready to drop right then and there. You made your way slowly to his desk and stood behind him and rested your hand on his shoulder. No reaction.

"Kai, I think you should com to bed, you've been working so hard and need to rest" you whispered softly

"NO" he replied coldly, catching you off guard.

"Come on sweetheart, you need to rest, it's not healthy to stay up this long working" you moved your hand up to his soft hair, running your fingers through it slowly.

He let out a soft sigh but didn't budge.

"I'm fine y/n, just go to bed, I'll be their in a few hours" he said, voice growing colder.

"No Kai, I'm not leaving unless you come with me"

" Y/n, I'm doing something important so just leave"

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"If it could wait till tomorrow then would I be doing it right now? Gosh just use your common sense"

"Hey! There's no need to be rude"

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be dude if you weren't so goddamn fucking annoying and would just let me do my work!" he stood up to look at you face to face, raging anger filling his eyes.

oh...

"Oh well I'm so sorry I actually care about your well being which you clearly don't!" you said, eyes beginning to sting.

"Fucking hell y/n, STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH MY LIFE AND INSTEAD OF BEING SUPPORTIVE YOU START GIVING ME THIS BULLSHIT! GET OUT!!"

Well heck. He's never shouted at you or called you such awful things. Stupid? Did he really think that? Is that what he has felt about you all along. Has he always seen you as useless?

You're thoughts were suffocating you and it was all becoming too much. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs and ran out of his office, slamming the door closed on your way out.

You could barely see ahead of yourself, tears obstructing your vision. Your lung ached from the sobs and cries you were trying (and failing) to hold in.

You rushing into you and Kai's room, closing the door and crashing onto the mattress. You stuffed a pillow onto your face and let your cries free. Your entire body shook from all the pain. And this would continue for another 30 minutes.

After you had calmed down, you went numb, your pain slowly turning into anger. Fine, If Chisaki wanted silence so bad, then that is exactly what he would get. With your revenge planned, you slept, prepared for war.

You woke up to the feeling of Chisaki's gloved hand wrapped around your waist, his body pressed against your back and his head tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck. The absence of his mask caused his breath to gently fan across your neck.

While all of this usually caused your heart to warm, but today it just annoyed you.

You slowly wiggled out of his grip and began preparing for the day. You made your way out of the closet (it's a walk in closet ofc) and stopped walking when your eyes landed on Kai. He was sitting up on the bed. He had already put on his casual mask.

He turned to look at you and his eyes creased slightly, meaning he was smiling at you.

"Morning angel" he said softly in his rough morning voice.

But you just scoffed and walked out.

Kai quirked his brow in confusion, staring at the door.

"Guess she didn't hear me" he said with a shrug, pushing himself off the bed and to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to get washed up.

You were in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and enjoying a plate of waffles and scrolling through your phone when Chisaki mad his way into the kitchen.

He lowered his plague mask to place a quick peck on your cheek, lifting it back up almost immediately.

"Moring" he mumbled

... no response.

This caused him to turn and face you, confusion evident on his features.

"Hellooo?"

Slience

"Angel? What's going on?

And to that all he received was a glare followed by you walking out of the room and leaving him his thoughts. His thought that began reminding him of you tow's dreadful encounter the previous day.

Kai's heart sank as he recalled your encounter. all the hateful word vomit he spewed to you yesterday, all in the name of peace.

The more he thought about it the more pain he felt. his chest constricted, his breathing speeding up. Never in his entire life had he felt like such a revolting peace of shit.

And then it hit him.

You...hate him.

I mean why wouldn't you? after all the pain he caused you you have every right to. But if you hate him, then that means... your going to leave him.

Panic encompassed his entire being as he rushed through the Hassaikai's base. He needs to find. He needs to stop you. He needs to apologise, needs to make you stay, because if you didn't he doesn't know if his heart could take it.

After wandering for a few minutes and found you in the garden, walking along the stone path as you admired the greenery.

Without and once of thought, Chisaki ran to you as fast as he could, engulfing you in his arms.

You were shocked to say the least, and were about to knock him off you before you noticed that he was shaking.

"Kai?" you whispered softly, draping your hands around his waist.

"I'm sorry" he croaked into your neck. " I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for Being rude to you and for...for calling you stupid" His voice cracked. He pulled back and you saw tears balancing on his water line.

"Please don't leave me"

His words shocked you, leave him?

"Why would I do that?"

"Because i deserve it for being a worthless shitty human being who made you cry and doesn't even deserve to live" he whimpered

"Hey, don't talk like that" you said in a hushed tone, feeling the tears slowly trickle down your face

"I know that you said some pretty rude and harsh things and even if we aren't okay now, if we communicate properly we can work our way though this"

"So...you f-forgive me?"

"No, not yet, but eventually i will"

"And you're n-not... not l-leaving?"

You pulled him into a hug and whispered against his ear,'

"Never"

A/N: Heyy~~~ Tis me🤭

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