hey guys im illubean! i wrote like one fic on wattpad and i like writing but im moving here cus im more likely to be active ^__^
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Series:
Demon Slayer
Gachiakuta
Pt. 2 (check here for the most recent works)
Haikyuu!
JJBA
JJK
Closed Masterlists:
HXH
Pt. 2 (check here for the most recent works)
Phantom Troupe Ver.
Soul Eater
TDLOSK
Valorant
I will write:
-fluff
-smut/NSFW (canon 18+ characters only)
-angst
-headcannons
-scenarios
-oneshots
-character x reader
-fem,masc and gn reader etc.
I will NOT write:
-character x character
-character x oc
-noncon
-yandere
-piss/scat kinks
-incest/stepcest
-pedophilia
-matchups (sry js not my thing >_<)
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i dont think this counts as spoilers but if you dont know about tamsys personality yet its best you scroll
anyways, bf tamsy who somehow gets split into 2 versions of himself and one is the sweet clingy tamsy that only you get to experience and the other one is the crazy evil control freak inner tamsy
imagine hating jabber so bad and wanting to beat him up but it doesn't do anything but make him horny so now it's awkward and you dont get the satisfaction of harming him 😭💔
no but now i have >:] wasn't sure exactly how i wanted to tie my ideas together but i hope it's at least coherent
Warnings: none
Never in his entire life would Tamsy think that he'd ever be given up to a shelter.
Yet here he is; his sleek, clean appearance contrasting that of an old pen. His first owner (some old, rich fart) finally kicked the bucket and the family surrendered him for being "high maintenence" and "unnafectionate". Only of which one were true; fresh, home cooked food every night and being brushed exactly 154 times wasn't that much to ask! So when the first presentable adopter made their way past him, he put on the cute act that practically screamed "adopt me"! Tamsy would rather die then stay in a dingy establishment such as this shelter.
Tamsy was content with his choice, already having seen signs of pampering and a very comfortable future. What he wasn't too trilled about, however, was the scent of another hybrid that consumed the house after setting foot past the front door. His soft features contort in disgust.
Tamsy wasn't keen on sharing...nor getting along with his peers.
But when he sees you peek out into the hallway from (presumably) your room, his opinion quickly changed. A pair of cat ears the same color as your hair sat atop your head, turned foreward in attention to the sound of your owner and a new, strange tom cat entering your home. Your eyes were wide and attentive, watching the blonde's every move while the rest of your body remained hidden behind the wall.
There's nothing to worry about; you couldn't pose a threat to him if you tried.
You slowly shuffle out of your room and offer him a nervous wave, cautiously approaching as your owner gestures you over. They introduce the two of you, watching your behavior in hopes that you'd get along. Much to your joy, the cat hybrid you now know as Tamsy seemed to be neutral towards you. You'd feared that he would be aggressive.
He greeted you with a polite nod, butterscotch eyes scanning over you as if he were conducting some sort of assesment. In your weird, staring contest stand off your owner had left and returned with a stack of blankets and sheets, passing them off to you with the instruction to "make room for him". They pushed the pair of you towards your bedroom, where you sat down the pile of bedding before hurridly trying to tidy up around the space as Tamsy glanced around.
Your room was a good size; large enough for the two of you but nowhere near as fancy as he's used to. Your bed was unmade while various miscleneous things were strewn across the room. You did your best to pick them all up quickly, shoving them under your bed and pushing furnuture off to the side. After clearing enough space, you grab a few pillows and plushies in order to arrange them into some sort of makeshift bed on the floor, tossing the blankets over them before fluffing.
"You can have my bed for now," you offer shyly, awkwardly fidgeting and avoiding eye contact. "Until we can get another one."
Tamsy doesn't argue, humming in aknowledgment before plopping down onto the mattress.
Eugh, cotton sheets... I suppose they'll do for now.
"Doesn't your owner know it can take upwards of four weeks for cats to properly bond?" he asks, lazily blinking down at where you sat on the floor. "Foolish of them for making us share a room, really."
Your posture quickly stiffened, feeling oddly threatened by his ominous statement. Your ears were pinned back, eyes blown wide with your tail rigid and sticking straight up.
"Ah, no need for that," he reassures before rolling over, his back now facing you as he gets comfortable. "I usually play nice. A kitty as cute as you doesn't warrant a threat."
Your body relaxes, face flushing slightly at the backhanded compliment. You were relieved he didn't have any issues but also slightly disheartened at the fact he's not even a little intimidated by you. After a while of awkward silence, you'd realized his body had fully relaxed and seemingly stilled.
Is he asleep?
Crawling over to the edge of the bed, you take your time to actually give him a good look. Well, the best you can with his back facing you that is.
His hair was spread out atop your sheets and pillows, a deep navy blue peeking out from beneath platinum blonde strands. He had the fluffiest white tail you'd ever seen; a lot fuller and well kept than the average house hybrid.
I wonder how soft his fur is...
You slowly reach your hand foreward, trying your best to sneakily caress the fur until-
"I can feel you staring."
You nearly leaped out of your skin, shuffling back towards your makeshift bed on the floor to pretend like you hadn't just been caught red handed.
"Sorry!"
A few days passed and Tamsy seemed to tolerate you at the very least. He sat near you during meal times, wasn't bothered whenever you did your thing around your now shared room and even entertained you sometimes when your owner was away. You were still pretty shy around him but he still had managed to see your sweetest of sides.
You were affectionate to your owner, did your best to keep shared spaces tidy and were always cautious to keep yourself and your belongings out of the bigger cat hybrid's way. In his observing, he'd also learned that you like to be held. Loud noises and sudden movements startled you (one of your more feline traits) and as comfort your owner would hold you and stroke your ears whenever you were feeling anxious.
Tonight, however, was a bit different.
The storm didn't roll in until late, thunder scaring you from your slumber as you jump from your blankets. Lighting flashed outside your window, followed by another loud BOOM! You shake and do your best to curl up into yourself, ears pinned back in fear as you attempt to tough the storm out. It wasn't easy comforting yourself; especially since you were still sleeping on the floor.
The thunder had woken Tamsy as well, who was more bothered by your anxious shuffling than the weather. He peeks over the side of the bed to check on you. You were completely covered by your favorite blanket, your shaking letting the male know you're at least alive down there.
"I can hear you shuffling down there."
"M'sorry," you mumble, keeping yourself hidden under your fluffy sanctuary.
Tamsy sighs, lifting his own blanket off of himself before firmly patting the empty space on the bed.
"Come here."
You peek your head out, blinking at him in surprise. You felt nervous about sleeping next to anyone, especially your indimidatingly beautiful roommate. Before you could think too hard about it, more thunder roared and you quickly concluded that you were much more afraid of that than you are sharing your bed.
Scrambling up from your spot on the floor, you quickly dive under the lifted half of the blanket. Tamsy gently wraps his arms around you, his chin resting atop your head while you cling to his chest. A low, purring sound erupts from him, working alongside his own body heat to soothe you. It didn't take long for you to finally drift back off to sleep, now feeling safe and much more comfortable wrapped in his arms.
The next morning your owner peeked into the room to check up on you, only to find a pile of blankets on the floor and Tamsy's back facing them. Where ever could you be hiding?
They approached your bed, now noticing the suspiciouslly cat hybrid shaped mass hiding beneath the blankets. Noticing your owner's presence, the two-tone haired male offered them a dissapproving stare over his shoulder while they reached over to pull the covers back. There you were, curled up and sleeping soundly against Tamsy whom you'd been so shy of before. He lets out an unsatisfied huff before rolling over some more to sheild you from their view.
Safe to say after that night, he was much more possessive over his sweet, little kitty. And there was no need for you to sleep on the floor or buy a new mattress anymore.
makinh out with tamsy before he leaves for a mission and no one says anything until he comes back to hq and someone passing by is like bro you are literally covered in lipstick and tamsys like what...
Something about saying “artist credit: I don’t know” or “Pinterest” or “not mine” makes me so irrationally annoyed at you bc you couldn’t even do the most basic reverse image search or find another fanart to use
something something reader is lowk evil and picks on nerdjo then finds out he works part time at a butler cafe and keeps going and says it's because its fun watching him work "such a pathetic job" and ordering him around but reader just likes him and has no idea how to deal with it like a normal functioning adult
Can I request a Headcanon how gachiakuta men (specifically Enjin, Gris, Corvus and Tamsy) would react to a fem partner that finishes quite fast and can’t handle to much because they get overstimulated quickly? Love all your work btw❤️
In which they find out how sensitive you are in bed.
Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised
Arkha Corvus
he's very gentle and encouraging with you (unless you give him reason to act otherwise)
he wants you to talk to him; tell him everything you're feeling and whatever you want him to do
he takes his time in prolonging foreplay, making sure not to work you up too quickly but also getting you ready for when he splits you open because lord knows Arkha Corvus is packing
and when you finally get to the main event he sweet talks you through it, comforting you if you cry but never letting up on his thrusts
he's so nice to you that it almost makes you forget he's literally rearranging your insides at the moment; almost
the way he treats you with so much care makes it a bit easier for you to relax and ride out your orgasm; accepting the sensitive feeling instead of running from it
Enjin
the first time it happens he's caught off guard
he teases you for a little bit but dw he's actually kind of excited
with this newfound information Enjin is now on a mission to try EVERYTHING with you
he wants to know what position gets you to cum the fastest, what takes the longest, if you can squirt and if so how many times until you tap out 😵💫
every time you have sex with him it's something new
he loves when you're on top, squirming while you try your best to ride him before he eventually takes over and has you seeing stars
you're on the verge of tears, thighs trembling while he tries using his words to soothe you (in his own weird, Enjin way...)
it probably comes off like he's mocking you but he's trying so hard to be genuine
his words may be confusing but the dick is good so he's forgiven
Gris Rubion
out of everyone on this list he is the absolute sweetest
he checks in with you regularly and has a safe word even if you guys are vanilla (nothing wrong w that)
he doesn't care at all if you finish before him and can't keep going; if you need him to stop he'll stop
Gris is a very selfless lover both inside and out of the bedroom; your needs always cum come first
he urges you to relax while he takes care of you; he likes to think of the ordeal as "making love" rather than "having sex"
and when you relax and let him do his thing its much more enjoyable for both parties
he's such a perfect partner that it manages to distract you from the feeling of being overstimulated and you can enjoy your sexy time with him longer than usual
Tamsy Caines
your pussy will quite literally never be able to catch a break
he uses the knowledge that you're easily overstimulated for his own sick pleasure in sexually torturing you
his favorite thing is handcuffing/tying you up while he's nose deep in your cunt, seeing how long (or in this case, short) it takes for you to be crying from his tongue alone
OR he's got your back pressed to his chest while his fingers rub tight circles over your clit while he uses his free arm to keep you still
basically he is evil.
you guys need to have a safe word and it has to be something obscure that you'd NEVER say during sex under normal circumstances because Tamsy can get carried away quickly and knows no mercy otherwise
imagine begging modern bf!tamsy to play just dance with you and he blatantly refuses but when he finds out bring me to life is on there the idea suddenly isn't that awful
(the idea of tamsy dancing at all is so silly to me)
