Could you do Tamsy x Reader making out like after a mission, and nobody can find them but screaming for them to get over to the jeep so everyone can leave. They can totally here them but are just ignoring them
ΰ³ ππππππππ - fluff, making out after a mission, makeouts obviously, physical touch (holding hands), tamsy canβt keep his hands off you, messy kisses, sorta reassurance (?), added in a bonus scenario :3, needy! tamsy, tamsy is hungry for you, wc - 1.1k
βΉ βΈβΈ .α tamsy caines x fem reader
the mission had just ended, the trash beast finally down after what felt like forever, its heavy body still half-sunken into the piles of broken scrap and dust.
everyone was tired, a little shaken, but moving fast anyway, gathering up their stuff and calling out to each other as they started heading back to the jeep.
you and tamsy were supposed to be right there with them, walking behind the cleaners as they pushed forward, talking over each other about the fight, about how close it got.
but tamsy kept glancing at you instead, like he couldnβt stop checking that you were still there, still okay, his hand brushing yours every few steps until he finally just grabbed it and held on.
you both drifted a little slower than the group without really saying it out loud, letting the distance grow just enough until the others were a few steps ahead, distracted.
the jeep came into view, parked near a large rock that blocked part of the area from sight, and tamsy used that moment, gently tugging you off to the side, right behind it where no one could see you unless they walked around.
βjust a second,β he said, quiet, almost like he needed this more than he wanted to admit.
before you could answer, his hands were on your face again, a little rough from the fight but careful with you, and then he was kissing you, fast at first, like heβd been holding it in the whole time you were out there facing that thing.
it wasnβt neat or planned, it was messy and warm and a little breathless, his forehead bumping yours for a second before he leaned back in again, slower this time, softer, like now that he knew you were safe, he could actually take his time.
your back pressed lightly against the rock, grounding you, while his hand slid down to your waist, keeping you close like he didnβt trust the moment not to slip away.
from the other side of the rock, you could hear themβboots on ground, doors of the jeep opening, someone tossing gear in the back.
then the shouting started.
your names, loud and annoyed, echoing just enough that there was no way either of you missed it.
βhurry up!β someone yelled. probably enjin or gris, though followed by another voice complaining about how long you were taking.
tamsy paused for half a second, lips still close to yours, both of you clearly hearing every word.
he let out a small breath, almost a laugh, like he knew exactly how bad this looked and then he just shook his head slightly and leaned back in anyway, brushing his lips against yours again, softer now, like heβd made up his mind.
βtheyβll live,β he murmured, voice low, a little tired but warm, and you could feel the small smile against your lips.
your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer without even thinking, and he leaned into it instantly, like this was the only place he wanted to be after everything that just happened.
another shout came, louder this time, someone clearly losing patience, telling you both to get over there now.
you could almost picture them standing by the jeep, hands on their hips, waiting. but behind the rock, hidden just enough, neither of you moved right away.
you stayed there for a few more seconds, stealing the quiet, the closeness, the feeling of still being here after the fight, before the real world pulled you back.
eventually, tamsy pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, his grip on your waist loosening but not letting go completely.
βwe should go,β he said, even though he didnβt move yet, like he was giving himself a second longer anyway.
another yell echoed around the rock, way too close now, and he huffed softly, finally stepping back, but his hand found yours again immediately.
and even as you both walked out from behind the rock, trying to look at least a little normal while the others stared and complained, his fingers stayed laced with yours the whole way to the jeep, like he still wasnβt done holding on.
the second you both climbed into the back of the jeep, it was like nothing had really changedβeveryone else was talking over each other, still worked up from the fight.
the engine rumbling to life as gris up front started driving, but you and tamsy ended up squeezed into the back corner together.
it was crowded, bodies shifting, but somehow he still found a way to lean close, his shoulder brushing yours, his hand slipping back into yours like it belonged there.
he didnβt even wait long this time. maybe it was the leftover adrenaline, or the way the whole mission couldβve gone wrong, but he turned his head and kissed you again, quick at first like testing if youβd pull away in front of everyone.
but you didnβt pull away.
so he kissed you again, a little longer, a little warmer, and then again, until it turned into something softer and lingering, his thumb brushing over your hand while he leaned in closer despite the cramped space.
it didnβt take long for someone to notice.
βseriously?β enjin snapped from across the jeep, followed by a groan. βnot right nowβthere are kids in here!β
riyo and zanka laughed, rudo complained, telling you both to cut it out and wait until later, but tamsy barely reacted.
he pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead almost touching yours, eyes half-lidded, like he heard them but didnβt care enough to stop.
βtheyβll get over it,β he mumbled under his breath, and then he kissed you again anyway, softer this time, slower, like the noise around you didnβt exist.
every bump in the road made you shift closer together, and he used it as an excuse to keep you there, his hand steady at your side, keeping you from pulling away even when the teasing and complaints kept going.
eventually it quieted down into muttering and sighs, everyone too tired to keep arguing, and you both just stayed like that in your corner, stealing moments the whole ride back.
when the jeep finally stopped, the doors opening and people piling out, it felt like everything rushed back all at once. but tamsy didnβt let go of your hand as you climbed out, guiding you along with him like he still wasnβt done.
inside, once you were out of sight again, away from everyone else settling in, he didnβt hesitate.
he pulled you closer, backing you up until you hit the edge of the bed, and then his hands were on you again, not rough, just certain, like he already knew where youβd end up.
he kissed you like heβd been waiting the whole ride to do it properly, slower and deeper this time, no one yelling, no interruptions, just the quiet of being alone after everything.
the way he held you close like he wasnβt planning on letting go anytime soon.
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in which; a little game with seungmin turns steamy fast.
word count: 0.9k
genre: riskyyy (but not smut) (it is heavily implied)
pairing: kim seungmin x reader
warnings: hot n heavy makeout sesh, kim seungmin is a SMUG BASTARD (itβs true trust me)
notes: idk if this is writerβs block or if iβm just feeling grossly unmotivated but iβm trying to write some things before school starts and schedule them so look out for that! i need to learn how to pace myself </3
βoh, come on, just one game?β you whine, clutching the red pepero box in your hands.
seungmin is standing there, eyes looking down at you with a judgemental expression. βyou know i only do this shit at fanmeets, right?β
heβs wearing a new blue varsity jacket that he took home after partaking in said game at said fan meeting, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked upwards. rolling his eyes, he essentially snatches the box out of your hands, tearing the strip following the guide lines effortlessly. with a coy smile, he steps forward. βwanna play the stupid game with me or what, jagi?β
his breath is hot against your face and upon inserting the pepero in his mouth, he tilts his head further downwards. you look at him, paralysed with desire, feeling suffocated under his taunting gaze. he knew the intimidation tactics turned you on. like you had fallen under his silent command, you bit down on the other end of the pepero stick. still amused, he smirks.
βitβs your turn first,β
you inch towards him, taking it in about half an inch at a time. his micro expressions give him away before the rest of his body does: although heβs just rocking back and forth, shifting his weight between his feet, you see his smile grow wider and his eye twitches while you get closer and closer to his lips. up until now, heβs been keeping the stick stable between his teeth but when he can feel your heaving chest against his, he pouts and raises his eyebrows once again. you know what game heβs playing meaning you know exactly how to make him tick.
just when heβs about to get lazy and let you kiss him, you pull back and chow down about an eyelashβs length away from his lips, now forming a sizeable pout.
mimicking his own smugness from earlier, you pinch another one of the pepero out of the carton and before putting it in your mouth, you remark, βthink you can get closer than that?β
taking it as a personal challenge upon himself, he bites down on the other end and moves forward. you look down: his hands are still in his pockets, his slippers are firmly planted into the carpet beneath and his jeans are doing no favours to him by showing that tent in his crotch. when you look up, his eyes are looking at nothing in particular until they land on you, gazing up at him. upon seeing you, admiring him cluelessly with a more-than-vacant stare, his senses are far from being absent in this moment; itβs a struggle to not toss the pepero to the side and kiss you on the spot. seungminβs instincts betray him for a second when he reaches out his right hand and wraps it around your waist, massaging it gently while getting closer and closer. the familiar position occurs once again, your chest rising and falling rapidly and your eyes flicker to the floor. thatβs when you feel his fingers guiding your chin upwards to ensure you were looking directly at him. your heart skipped a beat after realising how close he was and his hands lingered on your face but finally moved out of the way so he could kiss you.
his lips were supple when they finally pressed against yours and his hands found their way to the back of your head, rubbing slow circles into your skin. with every motion, he drew his lips closer and closer and, like you were on autopilot, you parted your own to allow his tongue to enter the threshold of your mouth. there it was, the sweet taste of chocolate, invading while seungmin continued his crusade forward with no regard to the game at hand.
if you could describe kim seungmin in one word, it was neat. he never overcomplicated things, he valued consistency over magnitude and he was someone you could count on to clean a room that had been left disorganised if you forgot (and oftentimes you did). but when heβs desperate, routine slips. youβd be lying in saying that you prefer him all lucid and hyperaware. when this man wants, desires, craves something, he will stop at no cost to obtain it; that tendency was only perpetuated when it came to you.
as each second passes, the previously nonchalant seungmin and his hands wander around every inch of your body before settling on your waist, groping blindly at the waistband of your shorts. saliva coats your swelling lips when he pulls back, a crooked smirk swiped across his face and his eyes assuming laser-focus on the string of spit that stretched the whole distance between your mouth and his. heβs kneading bruises into your ass, retracting his hands and letting your back hit the counter and his lips find your collarbone. he sucks hard at the skin of your neck and soothes it by layering more kisses on top of it, trailing to your earlobe. one of his hands grabs your jaw and, on instinct, you look straight into his eyes, now darkened with need. bemused, he continues his assault on your neck and, between breaths, whispers:
βnow tell me, jagi, did i win?β
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Sometimes the best way to prevent a panic attack, is to pin her against the wall and kiss her. She canβt talk herself into a spiral if your tongue is in her mouth. She canβt pull at her hair if you pin her arms. She canβt curl up if you are holding her.
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Summary: Kidnapped Reader begins to feel touch starved after being trapped for so long and finally reciprocates Dilucβs need for physical affection. Cue a steamy make-out session.
MDNI.
Warning(s): YANDERE content (do not read if you are not comfortable), kidnapping, imprisonment, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied Stockholm syndrome, dubious consent (concerning touch), forced affection, forced kissing, steamy, !! heavily suggestive ending (smut implied)!!, slight hair pulling, slight isolation, forced marriage, they make out and both of them get somewhat turned on *gasp*
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βJust one kiss. Please, darling.β
βNo-β
Your protests were silenced by Diluc pushing his plush lips onto yours. The kiss was soft, delicate, and loving, something filled with longing after not seeing you for hours. However, the romance of it all didnβt mean much to you when you had been backed into the corner of your shared canopy bed with no way to escape.
You tightly fisted your hands into the sheets as his lips pressed insistently against yours, a discarded book next lying open on the silken bedding. You had been entertaining yourself pretty well before Diluc, your husband, had gotten home from a long day of work and business, deciding that he wanted to relish in your company after being deprived of it for so many hours. Your husband was a working man, and unfortunately for you, he only became more desperate to hold you after being separated most days.
Dilucβs arms caged you in while his thigh pressed against yours, heat seeping through the thin fabric. His winter clothes had been switched out for lighter ones with the coming spring, and you could feel every tensing muscle in his body as it shifted against your shamefully thin loungewear. You could feel the twitching of his body, the stiff movements that came with him resisting the urge to run his hands all over you. He knew you didnβt like him touching you. He knew that he was pushing it by kissing you with such intensity.
Today though, today was different. You didnβt mind the way his lips were bruising yours with each practiced tilt of his head. An all too human part of you was so tired of resisting every day, and it craved the warmth that you felt in those moments after he was done kissing you; those moments when he brought his gloved hands up to caress your face as you avoided his painfully adoring expression.
Hesitantly, you brought your tense arm up to graze the hair near the back of his head, each movement feeling slow and forced. But god, you were so desperate for the thought of being touched, and could no longer keep up the act of repulsion to the little physical touch Diluc gave you; you were tired of being careful to avoid every brush of skin, every silent show of affection.
Diluc knew it made you uncomfortable, and for the first few months of your βstayβ you would have rather gagged yourself before you ever kissed him willingly. But loneliness was a powerful thing, and besides the maids who would barely look you in the eye, he was the only one you could reach out and hold.
Your hand landed on the back of his ponytail and you did you best to ignore how quickly Diluc stiffened under the shift in weight. His lips froze against yours in shock, but you pushed your hand further into his hair before anxiety made you pull it back. Your fingers curled into his locks, slightly tugging at the base where a ribbon held it back, and the first thing you thought was how absolutely soft it was.
You heard Diluc shakily breathe in, his eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. His hands landed firmly on your hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. You could feel his fingertips digging into your skin, hands tense as he felt the new sensation of your fingers running through his hair.
β¦Clearly your touch was not unwelcome.
Feeling emboldened, you went further. With one of your hands still nestled in his hair, you rested the other one on his chest. You curiously ran it up to his collar, distracted by the new feeling of the coarse clothing and the strong body that shuddered underneath your light touch. You felt his heart beat unimaginably fast against your palm, heat seeping into your skin already from the light contact.
You quickly glanced up at his eyes and immediately became aware of the intensity of the look he was giving you. His gaze roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, searching fervently for something in your expression. You had never been the one to initiate anything before, much less encourage his behavior. You had always been quite cold to your captor ever since he had swept you away and locked you up in his mansion, too paranoid and in love to keep you anywhere but under his watchful eye.
You suddenly felt very nervous. Dilucβs blood red eyes reminded you of a predator, following every slight movement you made with rapt attention.
A primal part of you was scared of breaking eye contact with the dangerous man in front of you and you felt your heartbeat quicken for the first time in a while; whether it was fear or excitement, it made a fire light in your body.
Slowly, you leaned into him, ghosting your lips against his as he sharply inhaled, muscles tensing underneath your fingers as you focused on the rhythmic thrum of his heart. You moved the hand over his heart to join the other nestled in his hair. You pressed your chests together, practically melting into him as the lonely place in your heart sighed in relief at the warmth surrounding you.
You were the closest to him you had ever been, and you were returning the affection he had showered you with since the day he took you away. In the moment, you were unaware as to what exactly was going through Dilucβs mind. This was a sign of you willingly accepting his love. A thing you had only ever seemed to acknowledge reluctantly. His self restraint snapped, and then his hands were everywhere.
What had gone from a sensual kiss of longing was now a passionate fight for breath, with every harsh press of his lips to yours ending and beginning again at a dizzying pace. His exhales met yours in quick, desperate pants, as he seemed only able to pull away for a second before attaching himself to you again.
You soon lost your balance from the onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Diluc paused for a brief moment before following you and carefully placing himself over you, putting his weight on one forearm and using his other hand to impatiently tug open his collar.
βDiluc?β You said, dazed by the sudden change in his behavior.
βHot,β was the only thing he said, forgoing elaborating to instead nudge his face into the crook of your neck. You tensed as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive area, each exhale adding more heat to already damp skin.
You nearly screamed when you felt his lips settle onto your skin, his teeth latching onto your neck happily. He bit painful heat into your throat, marking each new spot he found with eagerness as he moved down your neck. He began pressing fleeting kisses up to your ear, which he then happily bit and abused. His tongue ran across the shell languidly, a teasing motion with a meaning more sensual behind it, and an unexpected bolt of electricity shot through you.
Diluc seemed to be caught between deciding to pin you underneath him or allowing your hands to be entwined in his hair. Eventually, he guided your hand up to where it had previously been, and you automatically pulled on the long strands just to ground yourself. He moaned at the feeling. You teased the ribbon away until it fell from his nape, watching bright red locks spill over the broad shoulders now caging you in.
Errant strands floated above you, teasing at your face and skin as Diluc ran his hands up and down the side of your waist. He panted in your ear and his hot breaths bounced against sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms.
You jumped as you felt his hand run to your thigh and squeeze, the firm grip making something light up in your stomach. You inhaled shakily, gasping as your realized that you were going to get what you wanted and more. Tonight was going to be a long night.
A sloppy, lip biting, handsy groaping, nails against skin, knee pressing, body grinding, hand in hair with gentle tugging, tongue around tongue wrapping, moaning in eachotherβs mouth make out session would fix me, me thinks.
