Hi hi could I request Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, and Dottore reacting to the tummy bulge on their bottom cat-girl!reader. I'd really love for Itto's to be a size difference, if that's okay. Love your work, you don't have to take this ask if you don't want to.
🔞minors dni
warnings: afab reader, belly bulge, cat girl reader, rough sex, creampie, size difference (itto), spanking + breeding (kaeya), reader is tied up and gagged (dottore)
// note: nobody ask me how old this req is🙏 anon forgive me and I hope you like this
itto: he's so much bigger than you and his cock is so long and thick that just being fully sheated inside you will give you a belly bulge, good luck reader! will fuck you so hard it'll make you understand why they call it "rearranging someone's guts" and yet you can't go two full days without begging him him to fuck you until you can't walk. he's a very sweet lover despite it all, and the first few times he'd seen you struggle to take him all he had been more than ready to call it quits for your safety, but you'd never give up some good dick just because your pussy is too tiny. he's so big that he can reach your sweet spot even with just half his length, and sometimes, putting it all in is enough to make you cum without even rubbing your clit.
diluc: a regular occurrence with him too bc he loves fucking you as roughly as you can stand, his fat cock begging for entrance against your abused cervix, and he loves planting a hand on your stomach to feel his cock moving in and out of you. you thunk the pressure is making you feel insane, heightening your pleasure as he makes cum and squirt on his cock, rubbing your clit with his other hand so you'll clench harder against him. he also loves cumming straight in your womb over and over, so that you'll have a small tummy bulge even when he pulls out!
kaeya: it takes him a long time to realize he's fucking you so hard he can make your belly bulge bc he mostly has you in doggy style. he loves the access to spank you, and the way he can grab fistfuls of your hair, your kitty ears drawn back in pleasure, to make you arch your back so sweetly for him. you're on your fours again when he notices the first time, only because he's daydreaming about breeding you and starts rubbing your tummy in large strokes, from your bellybutton to your pussy, until on a particularly hard thrust he can feel his cockhead bulging right under the palm of his hand. he's immediately so elated thag he starts fucking you even harder!
dottore: it first happens when he has you strapped down on his experiment chair, your feet tied to the stirrups holding your legs fully apart, your hands tightly gripping the plush armrests as he fucks you so roughly. you moan through the ball gag in your mouth, drooling out of the little holes poked in it, and you try to open your eyes again as you hear him let out a pleased hum. "look at this, kitty", he grins, index finger circling the bulge in your belly, "you've finally loosened up enough to let me into your womb. let's see how long you can last with me this deep inside you, and how you'll react once you're filled with my cum as well"
When a pregnant woman is unaware she is pregnant until it is time for birth. 1 in 2,500 women experience this phenemon.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
You and Tamsy had always been safe, always careful. Your period had been coming and going regulary for the past 9 months. You never had any symptoms.
So why, why were you having these contractions!?
The pain was unbearable. Searing hot pain that shot through your whole body and made your knees buckle.
This had to be a mistake. There's no way you were pregnant, right!? You weren't even showing! Your stomach was still flat! It just didn't make any sense.
Maybe it was an ulcer?
Yeah, that had to be it! You had thought to yourself. Just an stomach ulcer! That's all!
Tamsy, meanwhile, was absolutely over the moon during the whole drive to Alice's. Sure this was all unplanned, but a baby was great news either way!
And, a baby meant that you'd have to stay home. Which meant Tamsy could protect you! Maybe, he'd take you to the sphere... You'd be much safer up there. And the baby would have a much better life...
The thought of you staying home with a baby made him giggle. Thank god you were in to much pain to notice. Otherwise you'd probably have killed him by now...
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For 12 whole hours, you spent every minute pushing and pushing and pushing. The whole process was painful, and Alice's loud voice wasn't helping. The only thing that had kept you grounded in that moment was Tamsy's hand squeezing yours while he murmured soft reassurances in your ear.
Finally, after all that pushing and screaming, you held a tiny baby girl in your arms.
She was perfect. Her little face all scrunched up, her hands balled into tiny fists. Small tufts of blonde hair sticking out of her head. And yet, you couldn't help but feel... Empty?
It was weird. You weren't sure how to feel at all. I mean, how are you supposed to cope with the fact you were pregnant for 9 months and never knew? There had been no time to prepare. You and Tamsy had never even talked about kids before!
For a moment, you began to think to yourself. Were you really ready to take care of a baby? Were EITHER of you ready for this stage of life? A baby on the ground is... Well, dangerous. And it's not like you could just quit being a cleaner to take care of a baby full time.
Well, you could. But that didn't mean you wanted to! Ugh, this was all so complicated.
Tamsy was sat beside you, hands stroking your new babies face, when he heard your soft whimpers and sniffles. Immediantly he began to worry. And when you explained how you were feeling, he instantly understood.
He couldn't have you feeling this way. No no. He needed to convince you this was a good idea... To convince you to stay home and not worry about a thing. Let him take care of everything!
You shouldn't worry anymore angel ♡ He'll be the provider from now on. All you have to do is stay quiet while he gets you guys ready for the sphere...
So right, lohen and reader are cracking and hes going REALLY ROUGH. Then...BOOM Illuga walks in.. He sees lohen cracking the reader and then he joins in. BOOM threesome 😼😼. Then, varka walks in. BOOM Lohen gets scolded and while varka is yelling at him, Illuga keeps cracking the reader. Then lohen sees that and pushes varka away and locks the door and then.. BOOM he joins in again
I also need this in good detail twin...or else ill find where u live and crack u...
Ok the end twin :3
I no wanna be cracked...
NSFW utc
It was so hard to breath
Lohen had always been rough during sex. That was normal. But today, he was being especially rough
Your hips felt like jelly, and your thighs were burning from the constant smacking of Lohen's body against yours. Tears spilled down your cheeks at a rapid rate as you gasped for breath
Lohen didn't seem to care for how overstimulated and sore you were now. His mind was empty, consumed by the need to fuck harder and harder into you. No matter how much you begged for him to slow down, he never listened
The only way he finally stopped, was when the bedroom door suddenly swung open
In the doorway stood Illuga, wide eyed and in shock at the sight of you and Lohen. It was so depraved... All the slick and cum drenching the sheets, your flushed face and Lohens trembling body.
Illuga couldn't help the need that swelled up inside him seeing you two so close. Surely you had room for one more, right?
You weren't even get a chance to protest before Lohen was beckoning Illuga closer, and letting him climb onto the bed with you two. When you tried to complain about not being able to handle them both, Lohen just slapped a hand over your mouth and began to move your body to his will
Now you were sat up on Lohens lap. Back pressed against his chest, while Illuga sat in front of you. Both of their cocks aimed at both of your holes. Next thing you knew, you were being filled to the brim by the two men
Lohen on his own was already to much for you to handle. But now, with both mean thrusting into you at the same time, you couldn't help but completely surrender yourself. Letting your body fall limp in their hold so they could use you as they pleased
Then the door opened again
You were all so caught up in the moment, all so caught up in eachothers warmth and sweaty skin that you didn't notice Varka standing in the doorway at first. It didn't take until Varka's loud shout for any of you ti finally stop
You and Illuga were reasonably mortified at the idea of Varka seeing you all having sex. But Lohen? He was just smirking and giggling like this was all some joke
Slowly, Lohen withdrew himself from your ass and climbed off the bed. Not bothering to cover himself as he approached Varka.
Varka, already upset, began scolding Lohen. Yelling about how un-knightly this was and how he should be nicer to you. And while this was happening, you and Illuga began to slowly slip back into youe routine
With Varka and Lohen distracted, Illuga took the time to lay you down and slot himself between your legs. Finally able to enjoy you without Lohen in the way. The other two didn't even seem to notice the sounds of moaning and skin slapping coming from you and Illuga now
Lohem tried to focus on Varka, tried to figure out how to make the man leave as quickly as possible. But he couldn't focus with the sounds suddenly coming from the bed. He felt a knot of jealousy forming in his gut as he looked back, only to see you and Illuga still going with out him
Screw being cordial with Varka. In his anger, Lohen shoved Varka out of the room and slammed the door while the bigger man was mid sentence. Lohen could deal with the consequences later. For now, he needed to focus on you two
Right as you and Illuga were reaching you peakes, Lohen snuck himself back into the bed. Letting the tip of his cock slip in right besides Illuga's now
The amount of loads they gave you over the course of the next few hours was enough to make your belly swell. It was too much for you, your poor body could't take anymore!
But they didn't care. They'd fuck you as long as they wanted until they were fully satisfied <3
can’t stop thinking about tamsy co-working with f!reader from the team beauty who also wears baggy clothes, like even casual ones, but when he caught her in unusual stuff like long top and pants showing her curvy body like WHAT WOULD HIs REACTION BE if he liked her😭
Hoooo~ I'm thinking Reader a bit like Billie Eilish in the fashion sense? Is that what you see too? Let's see:
When he first landed his eyes on you, months ago, when Team Eager and Team Beauty collaborated, he found your face very cute. Expressive too. You were easy to surprise and fluster, so you soon became his favorite member.
You two often would gossip and laugh together when you had free time. He was definitely charmed and he realized that fast.
You, however, didn't. At all.
So you mostly assumed that Tamsy acted like this to anyone he befriended.
Fast forward, after a collective of successful missions by the Cleaners, Arkha decided to throw a formal celebration with dance and everything. Everyone was required to wear nice clothes.
And there it came... You.
Wearing a strapless, form-fitting, rather short cocktail dress that your Team Beauty friends pushed you inside.
Who the hell are you and where's his tomboyish girl? His mind is shattering, his mouth is slightly open. He is lowkey drooling. His cheeks have blush on them, but not out of being flustered. It's because his blood is boiling. He wants needs to put his little paws on you asap.
"[Name]?" He asks with the sweetest tone, a drink conveniently outstretched to you. "Look at this, you look stunning."
"Thanks~ Do I clean up nice?"
"Very, very nice."
It's a wonder how no other guy complimented you in that dress, despite the girls going nuts and squealing.
Nah, it's not. It's just that Tamsy stares down whomever comes closer with such murderous eyes, that they change their mind. They know better than play with him.
No, he is not seething that his baby refuses to say dada.
“dada.”
“mama!”
“no. dada.”
“..mama!”
A vein pops in his forehead. His gut is bubbling with the same green churning ooze that always overflows when his wife haggles with a vendor among the farmers markets and their eyes drift down too low.
“…dada.” He attempts again.
“..mama!”
He droops his head against her chubby tummy. Immediately, her pudgy potato hands come to grip at his hair, cooing happily at his warmth.
“I’ve fed you the same banana puree for months.” Satoru murmurs.
“I change your diapers eight times a day. Eight.”
“I adjust your blankie too many times every night because you hate it when it covers your face.”
“I gave you my last strawberry edition mochi yesterday. And you still won’t say dada.” He’s begging at this point. He lifts his head up to peer at her big doe eyes, only to melt again when he’s met with the exact same eyes that he fell in love with many moons ago. He lets out a droopy sigh, before blowing a small raspberry on her chubby tummy, eliciting a happy squeal from her.
And to further make him grumpy, you casually pad in from the other room to visit the duo- an innocent smile etched on your face, unaware of your husband’s inner turmoils. As soon as your slippers cross the boarders of the nursery, she’s zoom-crawling towards you with a speed akin to a little ant finding a crumb.
Satoru bangs his head against the play mats, “Autocracy wins again.”
it goes back to just about three days ago. the first time you ever really interacted with little dear santa happened to be helping him fix a broken piece of tech he found. you’d spent 20 minutes showing him how to solder a tiny connection. just as tamsy came in, leaning against the doorframe to watch, the boy’s project sparked to life. all three sets of eyes widened as the little boy rolled up his baggy sleeves and reached his palm out for a high five.
it was just a simple act of kindness. a wholesome one. yet it made him imagine just a little too much. how would it feel to see you helping out your own child instead? god, one that looked just like him? maybe while another one of his is cozy in your belly too? it’d be perfect.
it would have plenty of benefits too. the few times he brought it up, you always shot the same excuse over and over: “babe, this is the pit. i’m not raising a baby here.”
well, according to tamsy, it was quite the opposite. he believed it would keep you safer. you’d be occupied indoors with a baby all day. protecting you from the outside would be tamsy’s responsibility.
and that’s how you found yourself here. all glassy-eyed and hands clawing at tamsy’s arms as he’s sloppily drilling into your cunt. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your spongy, warm cunt.
it’s the first time he’s in there raw. luckily it didn’t take much to get in either. you always ask him if he’s wearing a condom—a small precaution. and you did the same today. all he needed to rasp out was a quick “ ‘course, angel.” it’s just a little white lie, you won’t know that though, will you? you’re too wet to notice if he’s actually wearing one anyways. it has your starving pussy stretching either way.
the uneven gasps and winces pulled out from you echoed off the walls. the thought that this could give you a permanent symbol of his love drives him over the edge. you’d be bound to him forever. it’s too much for him. all too much. the way you wince and lock your legs tighter around his waist whenever his tip repeatedly nudges your cervix. fuck, if this keeps going he might just—
“f-fuck, don’t let me pull out” he buries himself to the hilt with one last guttural groan, his load filling you up as he tries to push in more so it won’t leak.
it’s not long before you feel his cum sticking to you. “tam, condom! wh-where’s the condom?” you shake tamsy by the shoulders, concern taking over you.
oh yeah, that’s right, he lied to you. “the condom . . yeah. yeah—i-i think it ripped,” he says sheepishly before pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sorry, angel.”
valentine’s day so i elected to write something the exact opposite of romantic. cw. yandere themes, tamsy being tamsy, kidnapping. (2K WORDS) .
“I brought you some gifts.”
Tamsy tuts when he wanders along the concrete, completely unimpressed by the sight. You’re facing away from him, still on the floor, still upset and defiant.
The bag in his hands rustles. There’s a box of chocolates in there, among other things. The box is less of a square and more of a heart shape. Corny, and all the more frustrating for you, which is exactly why he spent his hard earned pay check on it.
You don’t acknowledge him.
For a moment he wonders if you’ve died.
He hums curiously, kneeling behind you and reaching forward to prod you on the side.
You shift.
Not dead.
He gently knocks your shoulder with a knuckle until you stir enough to get your bearings. It’s cold here, and you shiver beneath your thin tattered clothes. If he was nice he’d drape his jacket over you, but he won’t.
You make a distressed noise.
One of these days you’ll wake and be overjoyed to see him. He can make that happen within the blink of an eye, and a tap at the book in his bag. He doesn’t. Not yet. He’s got all the time in the world to wait.
He plucks a small chocolate from the box and dangles it over your head. “Happy Valentines.”
You huff in exhaustion. Your lip wobbles.
You push off the floor weakly and Tamsy takes the opportunity to wrap his arms from behind and pull you into his chest. You fit between his legs like some overgrown stuffed animal, and you try to get away as best you can.
The chain rattles as you move your leg to try and kick at his ankles. It doesn’t work and it never does. Even if you managed to beat him senseless you’re still stuck in the cell, and he’ll eventually wake up and give you back twice the effort you inflicted.
That, or he’ll kiss you until you’re blue.
You don’t know which is worse.
You don’t fight beyond that. It’s useless.
“Open up.” The heart-shaped chocolate sits close to your lips. It’s filled with vanilla cream according to the box.
You hesitate for a moment, kicking out desperately for some semblance of escape before you harden your jaw and let him slip the treat through your teeth. You force yourself to swallow it. The sugar makes you feel sick.
He plucks another sweet and untwists it from the bright red wrapper. He then tightens his arms around you. You elbow him in his ribs in surprise, flailing when he squeezes even harder until the wind is knocked from your lungs.
Tamsy manages the chocolate down your throat before you wheeze and he releases you from his grasp on the floor. Your nails claw into your arms.
He watches you like you’re an animal in a cage.
“You’ve behaved relatively well these past weeks,” he starts. It’s not praise. It’s condescending, scolding, barely noticeable in his voice, but still there. “I felt awful not rewarding you.”
You don’t say anything.
You don’t want to ask if the chocolates were laced.
“I can’t feel my feet,” you mumble. You continue to shiver as he turns back to the giant bag and rummages around inside.
“It’s not permanent,” he tells you gently. He reaches down the bottom and heaves.
“I can’t even–” It’s been a while since you’ve used your voice for longer than five seconds. “I can’t even run if I tried.” The chain around your ankle rings in enunciation.
“Why would you?” He brandishes a bouquet of flowers from the bag, surveying and preening and straightening the red and white petals of each flower before he’s satisfied. It’s huge, decorated with a gorgeous pink lacy ribbon to hold the flowers together. “After how well I treat you.”
You back up against the wall of the cell as best you can.
He wears a terrible grin on his face. His lip is still bruised from the last time you lashed out and struck him in the mouth. He didn’t even seem to care; rather he looked delighted.
Aww…
His little pet finally fought back.
He crouches down in front of you and extends the bouquet out for you to take.
Flowers.
“Pretty, hmm?” His index finger curls within the arch of the bow. “Expensive, too. The florist told me my partner was very lucky to have me.”
He places them in your lap when you don’t reach for them. You don’t want his pity gifts, or his charity, or whatever form of depreciation he calls this. You flinch when he pets your head.
You’ve never seen flowers before.
You’ve never considered putting aside hundreds just to get some, especially as a gift, especially when fake ones exist that are just as beautiful. The petals are soft, almost velvety, and you’re worried for them. All this money for things that’ll die within a week.
You don’t ask for a vase.
He gave them to you so you could watch them wither and decay.
Your fingers tremble around the wrapped stems.
He looks expectant.
“Thank you,” you murmur.
He smiles. “You’re so insincere.” He pinches your cheek, and he sounds giddy. He slumps down over your shoulder on the floor, nose bumping against your sore cheek and sighs dramatically. “But you’re welcome.”
He’s settled for less.
You’ve been worse. You were more defiant when he’d first brought you here, biting, scratching, fighting, making him bleed. Once you managed to break off stone from the wall while he was gone and stabbed him in the leg. You missed a major artery, and you were rightfully angry, and he was livid.
He finds that violence isn’t enough for you. It keeps you placated until it doesn’t. You come back harder, more stubborn, and he finds it difficult neutralising you. Then came the sedatives; a little slice of Heaven in this dump. He’d hidden them in your food when he was nice enough to feed you, and then when you figured that out, he would hold you down and force it down your throat. When that wasn’t enough he turned to needles.
For the first time you couldn’t physically fight back.
You snapped and shouted and spat but that was all you could manage. Your words don’t hurt him.
Now, you try to avoid him.
That’s difficult to do when he’s the only person you’ve seen in months.
“I have an offer.”
You don’t want to listen.
Tamsy speaks anyway, “I’ll allow you a new place to stay.”
He notices your shoulders tense. Suddenly, you’re attentive. He doesn’t blame you. This place is miserable and cold, and you’ve gotten sick from the mould and how damp it is.
“Why?” you utter.
He coos, “because I love you.”
That’s not it.
He doesn’t elaborate.
Your fingers squeeze around the flowers.
He’s taking you to a second location. He wants to take you somewhere else. Somewhere away from where he snatched you off the street. You assume someone’s looking for you and he’s getting worried, and when he gets worried he gets sloppy.
The problem is, Tamsy doesn’t often worry. You’ve seen it first hand. You’ve been sicker than a dog more times than you can count, and ignoring your wailing for an actual doctor, he elected to treat you himself in the dingy dark cellar. You’d cough your lungs up through your throat and he’d sat there patiently and spoon fed you medicine and soothed over your back.
He was worried for you once when you weren’t getting better. You couldn’t eat, couldn’t stomach down water, couldn’t even respond to him.
You assume he’d rather you die than take you to a doctor.
“You don’t want a new place?” he asks.
You sniff. “I want to go home.”
He rolls his eyes and squishes his cheek into your shoulder. He closes his eyes and rests there.
“Thank you for the flowers,” you try desperately again. You know it won’t work. He’s not stupid, and although he’s delusional he still has a few screws on to understand how miserable your situation is. He doesn’t think you even love him, not anymore at least. “They’re pretty.”
Tamsy smiles softly. He reaches up blindly and pats your cheek. “Not as pretty as you.”
“I think you’re pretty too,” you snap through your teeth.
“How lovely.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” you attempt.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I won’t,” you insist. “I’ll disappear from your life. You won’t even hear from me again.”
Tamsy sighs. The hair in his face flies for a moment. “That sounds terrible.”
“Please.” You briskly wipe your tears before he can start mocking them again. “I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to you. I’m sorry if anything ever happened to you–”
He lets you ramble. He looks bored. He reaches for the box of chocolates and unwraps one of the treats before popping it in his mouth.
He chews.
His nose scrunches. Cherry.
Tamsy does his best to swallow the treat. The creamy insides almost make him sick to his stomach. Too creamy, too rich, too expensive for treats to taste this sweet. And being heart-shaped means there’s even less chocolate to eat.
What a scam.
This whole tradition is a scam.
Most men don’t even get their partners anything. They just expect sex, which, well… Tamsy glances at you in the midst of your apologies. He’s not entirely interested in stealing more of your autonomy. Not at the moment.
But wouldn’t it be nice? More pricey than any fancy bouquet.
You, half-dressed, touching him gently, and not grounding your knuckles into his skin to give him even more scars. He can imagine forcing noises from your throat, how much nicer you’d sound when you’re all pretty and stripped bare for him. All shiny and sparkling and willing, all touching on him, all loving all smiles and all heart-eyes all hair gripping all rough and soft and hard and slow and–
He almost vomits at the thought.
Tamsy steels himself and throws his hair over one shoulder.
“It’s a house,” he murmurs. “Shower, kitchen, bedroom, anything you want, everything you don’t have here.”
“And you’ll tie me to the bedpost?” you snip at him. “And get off to me struggling with your pathetic little–”
“You won’t be chained at all.” He tilts his head and grins cheekily. He has such a lovely smile. It’s a shame he is the way he is. “You can walk around all you like.”
“But I can’t leave,” you whisper.
You’re so clever.
“I’ll bring you new clothes, maybe other things if you’ve been good.” Tamsy bats his lashes when you sneer and try to bite his hand when he lightly smacks your cheek. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll purchase a puppy and you can both eat from the same bowl.”
He pulls away and shoves you when you attempt to break his leg clean in half with what little strength you have left. He tosses the rest of the bag towards you. Thankfully, there’s actual human food and a bottle of water he’s been generous enough to gather for you.
You grunt when he leans forward and kisses your cheek. It’s sticky with sweat. He’s surprised you don’t throw a punch, or wrap the chain around his ankle and pull.
He’s leaving again.
You can’t stand up.
You try and grab his boot but he slides out of reach.
You result back to laying back on the side, facing away from him. The chain jingles once more. You leave the flowers in the corner to die.
Disappointing.
You sob quietly, arms wrapping around your torso, and your wails echo through the chamber.
Even more disappointing.
“It’ll be alright,” he consoles flatly. He doesn’t even bother to pat you on the spine. You usually just tense and claim that he’s scaring you. “I know you won’t tell a soul.”
The book weighs heavy in his bag. He pulls at the lever and the iron bars drop to the ground with a giant crash.
He knows you’re loyal.
He has every instrument at his disposal to make sure of it.
i saw this post and it sparked an incessant need to write about it. i hope i did ok, @mankisser3036. 🫶
pairing: tamsy x gn!reader
content warning: just suggestive (my first non-explicit fic let's see how it goes) still i'd prefer if minors did not interact!
you feel your eyelid peel open, and a blur of light and color clouds your vision. you lift your head slightly, squinting to adjust to the sudden flood of brightness in the room. you can make out a tall, slender figure standing by the window, tying the curtains back and giving way to the warm morning sun. you blink once; long two-toned hair, twice; piercing eyes, and again; oh.
it's tamsy, arms stretched over his head, scarred flesh stretching over his toned musculature. he yawns and you wonder if a yawn had ever looked/sounded this good. you shift to pull yourself up onto an elbow and his eyes snap to yours, delicate lips curling into a grin somewhere between devious and adoring.
"well, well, well..." he gathers his abundant hair into one hand and brings his wrist to his teeth, gripping the hairtie around it and pulling it off, "good morning, my love." he works the strands into a messy bun as he speaks, voice as angelic as ever.
rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you groan. "tamsy..? whaAAAAHHH-" a giant yawn escapes you and he chuckles. he saunters over, sweats hanging low on his torso. his hipbones peek out so deliciously and you bite down on your bottom lip, as if that does anything to stifle the impure thoughts crowding your mind. "what happened? what'd we get up to last night? my head's all foggy..."
he crouches down next to the bed and runs his fingers through your bedhead lovingly. "lucky for you, darling. i remember everything." he went on to describe in great detail the events of the night prior...
"you're so cute when you get all whiny, ya know?" he smirks, "i have to admit, i never would've thought you'd be so needy for me." a blush creeps up onto your cheekbones and you lift the covers ever so slightly upwards to try and hide. tamsy rests his hand on yours, pulling the blanket back down to admire you in all your flushed glory.
"no need to be embarrassed, love. didn't i just get through telling you how adorable you are?" his eyes shine with mischief while he continues pulling the covers down, revealing your bare skin littered with marks of all sorts. his dual-toned eyes widen for a second before he sighs softly, pushing himself up to stand again and waltzing to the bathroom.
you take this opportunity to gander around the room, still groggy and sligtly disoriented, and the memories start flooding back.
how you'd asked tamsy all cute and sweetly to bind your little limbs with toukushin so he could have his way with you. you remember the delicious bruising sting of his slaps to your ass as he took you roughly from behind. how you moaned louder and louder the harder he bit and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck, thighs, chest. the way his hands felt tugging at your hair or wrapped around your pretty throat.
you shift your gaze down to your exposed body and involuntarily bring your hand to your mouth, somehow shocked that YOU were the one who asked for this.
tamsy steps back into the room, a towel in one hand, a mug in the other. he smiles gently, "up for a little afternoon tea, darling?" you shoot him a confused look, "afternoon? but it's only-" you peer at the alarm clock on the table next to you, and your eyes bulge at the time it reads:
1:27 PM.
"TAM, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" you scramble out of the covers and hop out of bed, feet planted firmly on the floor until-
THWACK! you crumple to the ground. your legs feel like jelly, wobbly and useless. tamsy rushes to your side, hoisting you up and helping you back onto the bed. "careful now, sweetheart. don't be too hasty. you still have to recover, yeah?" his facial expression is gentle as he softly rubs circles on your shoulders. he picks up the mug again and lightly blows on the tea, the aromatic steam curling up into your nostrils and making your mouth water.
the synapses in your brain finally start to connect, and you shiver. you hadn't noticed just how cold it had gotten. you slot yourself back underneath the warmth of the blanket and reach for the tea in tamsy's outstretched palm. "good, good," he croons, "we need to warm you back up. you really let me put you through the ringer last night."
you let out a breathy chuckle, " suppose i did... i don't know what got into me last night." tamsy grins devilishly, " perhaps it was because you wanted me to pamper you today, hmm?"
you'd be lying if you said you didn't want that.
and so, tamsy spends the rest of the afternoon fixing you up. he runs you a lovely bath complete with bubbles and soaking salts to ease the soreness in your muscles. he washes your hair for you, even combs and dries it too. you sit slumped down in a chair while tamsy stands behind you, his deft fingers working the comb through your tangles gently. he runs his digits through your locks, ensuring all the knots are gone before lightly massaging and scratching at your scalp. it sends a delightful chill through your nerves, being doted on, tended to so lovingly by tamsy.
he takes great care in preparing your favorite midday meal and affectionately sharing it with you, seated side by side at the foot of the bed and engaging in whatever conversation topics you wish. when you've both had your fill, tamsy cleans up quickly and joins you again in the bedroom.
he picks you up gently from the edge of the mattress and carries you back to your side, cradling you carefully in his arms. your head rests against his chest and you hear the faint sound of his heartbeat. he places you down, tucks you in, and you gaze up at him, your eyes shining in pure love and gratitude. he flashes a toothy smile back at you and leans over you, your faces seperated by mere centimeters.
"you're so lovely, darling," he drawls before planting the softest sweetest little kiss on your lips, "mmm, just divine. so perfect... and all mine." your stomach does flip after flip at his affirmations, and you hook your arms together around his slim neck to pull him even closer.
"thank you, tamsy," you murmur, eyelids fluttering shut in serenity, "for everything, really." he silently slips under the covers next to you and pulls your body flush against his, the warmth of his body heat enveloping you and erasing the last bits of tension you had stored inside.
"oh, come now, love..." he whispers, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, "it really was my pleasure." he's so sincere in the tone in which he speaks to you, his hushed praises, though sometimes repeated, never grow old to you. you feel his devotion to you radiating from his being and you wonder how you'd went so many years without tamsy by your side.
you know one thing for sure, though, and you relish in the thought while you drift out of consciousness, lulled to sleep even further by tamsy's soft voice...
you never want him to leave your side. not ever. not as long as you both live.
a/n: yaaaaay i finally finished something! not me asking for requests a few weeks ago and then holding them hostage in my drafts ever since. i'm SORRYYYYYYY but hey here's this little thingy. i hope it was enjoyable to read for someone, i had a p good time writing it ngl. tamsy mayyyy have gotten a bit ooc at the end there but what can i say man i'm a sucker for soft tamsy...
...and exiting your bedroom early one morning to find the man already awake, shirtless and clad in only black sweats and gray fuzzy socks, nursing a steaming cup of plain, black coffee by the stove, on which sits a sizzling pan of thick cut, sweet hickory bacon.
His hair is still loose from the night before, slightly damp from his shower, the indigo and paparazzi blond strands cascading in silky waves down the length of Tamsy's broad back.
Your husband hums quietly to himself- mellifluous voice a soft, pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the mourning doves cooing outside.
He moves with languid purpose, cracking eggs one handed (a skill you've yet to master yourself that always seems just that much more attractive when Tamsy does it), and expertly portioning waffle batter into the idling machine sitting a little ways to the side on the counter.
You watch, entranced and positiviely smitten, subconsciously trying to avoid disturbing him while he seems to have found his rhythm.
As you absentmindedly stare, Tamsy, seemingly having suddenly sensed that he has an audience, turns to meet your eyes.
'He's beautiful,' the simple thought fizzles across the forefront of your mind; a dopey, lovesick smile forming along your mouth.
Tamsy returns with a brilliant, closed-eyed beam of his own- his plump, perpetually soft lips pulled back to reveal two straight rows of pearly whites.
"Good morning, 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔," he croons, sunlight and mirth and a love so genuine and obvious it makes your breath hitch dancing in his eyes.
The aquamarine and bright amber orbs appraise you intensely, but not unkindly.
Never that.
Tamsy, as far as you're aware, has always gazed upon you reverently, like you personally hung the stars that comprise the galaxy of his innermost being.
You're sure your eyes reflect a similar sentiment.
Your relationship with Tamsy blossomed from an, admittedly, charmingly mundane place. Your shared eclectic music taste, similar calm demeanors and, funnily enough, love of white radish noodles drawing the two of you inexorably into the others orbit.
Becoming better acquainted with and learning more about the enigma that was the man they called "Angel" was always a privilege and a pleasure, a blessing you don't take for granted.
In this present moment, you approach your now husband, a slight bounce to each step from your evident enthusiasm. Upon reaching him, you slide your arms around his neck, a giddy little giggle sounding from you as his arms-in all their lithely muscled, scarred glory- instinctively wrap around your waist in response.
The two of you maintain eye contact momentarily, before a shared impulse compels you both forward, your lips meeting in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Your tongues dance in tandem, small sounds of contentment sounding from you both. Tamsy's hands subconsciously squeeze and massage your waist; your own fingers tangle in and scratch at the midnight blue hair at the base of his neck, an action which causes your man to hum approvingly.
After several moments elapse, the two of you becoming increasingly entangled in one another, you pull away- breathless, heart thumping harder against your ribcage. Tamsy teasingly nudges his nose against yours, chuckling quietly as you giggle and shy away.
Determined not to be the only flustered person currently occupying the kitchen, you shoot forward, placing another quick peck against your husband's lips.
