Content: nsfw, slight degradation, dryhumping, mean(?) Tamsy, desperate reader, established relationship, a little proofread
wc: 1,135
- Ი𐑼 -
This felt so embarrassing…Tamsy had been gone for a few days. Yet all you could think about was him. You couldn’t even live without him if you tried! It was humiliating, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it (no matter how many attempts).
You missed Tamsy.
Today, Tamsy had come back from his days off. But he had come during the evening, and you weren’t able to see him. It was already turning to night, and everyone else fell asleep in their rooms. You tried sleeping too, yet couldn’t at all. You were missing Tamsy so much. Getting out of your room, you made your way over to Tamsy.
Knocking on the door, you painfully wait for him to answer, After waiting for what felt like forever, the door finally opened. There stood Tamsy: his long hair let down, wearing a white buttoned shirt to sleep.
“Is there something you need, (name)?”
“…can we talk inside your room?” You ask him.
He nods, letting you in. As you enter, Tamsy locks the door behind you and moves to his bed (where he sits). You could tell that he’s observing every part of you even when there wasn’t much light. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him and wait for him to talk.
“What did you want to say, pray tell?”
“Want you so bad Tamsy…” you beg him, “please…”
“…I can’t refuse you at all, can I?”
Tamsy spreads his legs, opening himself to you. A very evident print formed in between his legs, and he made it obvious to you.
“Since you want me this badly,” he speaks, “sit here.”
He patted his thigh, wanting you to sit there…on his thigh. You could feel the heat creeping up your face. Though it was what you wanted…it wasn’t like that. Nothing came out from your mouth, unable to find the right words to say.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Tamsy asks, “to be this close to me?”
“Yes—but it’s just…” you mumble, “I was thinking of something else...”
“What were you thinking of then?”
It was obvious what you were thinking about. The hand placement was so obvious.
“It’s fine if you don’t want this.” He says.
“No—I’ll do it.”
You lower yourself onto his thighs, legs between his, your entire weight on your pelvis. You shifted a little, still getting used to this.
“Go on, no need to be scared.” Tamsy spoke, his tone gentle.
Hesitantly, your hips rock against his thigh. It creates enough friction between your cunt and his thigh. You try and get used to the friction, your cunt being pressed on his thigh. A few whimpers escape your mouth. Your eyes look everywhere but him, too flustered to face Tamsy. He notices how you avoid looking at him—your head kept low.
“Don’t look away from me now,” he told you, “let me see your face.”
His hand pressed against your face, tilting your head to face him—tears daring to trickle down your face. You could feel how wet your cunt was, the fabric of your panties clinging to the wet spot. And it continued to spread while you hump his leg (worrying that it’ll stain his pants).
You could feel his other hand trail underneath your clothes, pulled up to your chest (and your bra in the process). Fingers fondle the squishy fat, occasionally brushing against your nipples. You continue to grind on his thigh, desperately needing that satisfaction.
A mixture of ‘fuck’ and his name left your mouth, along with your needy cries that filled the room. But he could hear them getting louder, knowing that you were close to your orgasm. And before you could, his hand stopped your hips grinding.
“Tamsy…?” You ask, though sounding frustrated from the ruined orgasm.
“Shh…the others will hear you if you’re too loud,” he purred, “you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
“No…” you frantically shook your head, trying to stop the noises from escaping your mouth.
To prevent the sounds coming out, you bit your inner cheek to keep yourself quiet. Still rubbing your slick cunt against his pants, trying to build back the pleasure. Tamsy watched as you become a desperate mess, knowing that he had you wrapped around his fingers. Every time a sound slipped from your mouth, his hand would slap your ass to keep you quiet—kneading them in his hands.
Eventually, the pleasure builds back up. You’re already close—you need him. The knot in your stomach becomes tighter, about to burst at any moment. And he knows that you’re close. The way you rocked on his thigh was becoming more sloppy—careless with an unmatched pace.
“G-Gonna cum…” you whimpered—head leaning next to his neck.
“Go on, do it.”
Your pace hastened, clinging onto Tamsy while you grind on him. It was so close—blissfully close to bring you what you need.
Your body shakes as the knot bursts, reaching your orgasm. It takes a moment or two to calm down, your breathing still being heavy. Though…it doesn’t help much from being satisfied.
“Tamsy…”
“Hm? What do you need?” He asks (already knowing what you want from him).
“Your cock, please…” you softly plead.
“Isn’t this already enough?” Tamsy tuts.
“…no,” you shook your head.
His hand trailed down your panties, going underneath the fabric. The pad of his finger circled your sensitive nub—pushing his fingers inside of you. A gasp left your mouth from the sudden intrusion, feeling him spreading his fingers inside of your walls—touching where you were most sensitive. While his fingers moved inside you, it made squelching sounds—lewd as it usually sounded. As quick as his fingers entered inside of you, they were pulled out, leaving you whimpering.
“I’m sure you’re fine, you don’t need me.” He sighed, wiping his slick fingers on your inner thighs.
Looking down at the mess you made, you could see the print between his legs. It was more evident when Tamsy spreads his legs out (you swear you saw it twitch). He made the bulge so obvious…knowing that you would want more. Along with that, he just touched you…pushing against every sensitive spot to keep you like this. Tamsy was cruel with it too.
You get off his leg, though feeling frustrated. The bed creeks as he also gets off, walking you outside. You adjust your clothes, making sure that no one would question why you looked like a mess walking out. Reaching to the door, Tamsy gives you a small peck on the cheek.
“Now, go sleep.” Tamsy whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow, dear.”
As the door closed, you turn to head back to your room. The tingling feeling still lingering between your thighs.
I absolutely adore how you write all the Gachiakuta characters. Every time I read something from you it feels so canon-coded it's not even funny. Just wanted to let you know that you're an amazing writer and appreciate all your works <3
Was wondering if you could do some NSFW headcanons for Gachiakuta men with a gn!reader who gets aroused easily and for such random reasons. Like they beat a video game boss? Pants are off. Their partner cooked a good meal? Pants are off again. If you don't feel comfortable with it that's completely okay! Thanks a ton ^^
𝒢𑄺 — Gachiakuta men react— their partners who are easily turned on !
ᨳ᭬ ຶ ft. enjin, follo, jabber, zanka
・ ꪖ/n : stop your so sweet anon 🥹 thank you so so so much for the kind words, it makes me so happy to hear that people enjoy my writing!
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ENJIN —
ᯓ he’s 100% all for it; loving when you’re all needy just from him existing.
ᯓ the first time he noticed your high libido was when he was simply chilling in the common room with a cigarette, his hair slightly messy from running his hand through it one to many times, looking as handsome as ever.
ᯓ Enjin’s observant, especially when it comes to you, so he was quick to notice your pupils dilating and the bob in your throat as you swallowed hard at the sight of him.
ᯓ loves the ego boost too, knowing that you get horny just from him, replying with a teasing “oh?” when you approached, already feeling the familiar stirring in his pants.
ᯓ ever since then, he’s kept mental notes of things he does that make you tick, and does them when your mad or he simply wants to tease you.
ᯓ he always has that little smug smirk plastered on his face when he knows he’s getting to you, saying “hm, need something?” just for him to see you scowl before climbing into his lap
FOLLO —
ᯓ he gets flustered so easily, so whenever you give him that look for the most random things, he is a blushing, babbling mess.
ᯓ he had some spare time on him one time, and considering the gentleman he is, decided to make you a bite to eat after your busy day. he wore low hung grey sweatpants and a baggy shirt, which he should of known you would go feral.
ᯓ when you came back, you were greeted by you beautiful boyfriend, who is busy lifting up the hem of the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, giving you the perfect view of his toned body.
ᯓ when he lifted his shirt back down he got a little startled, not realising you were standing there, but once he saw the hungry (for his food, but mostly for him) look in your eyes, his cheeks began to glow a bright pink. “mm, stop looking at me like that…”
ᯓ you think he is adorable in the best way possible when he sees you like this, babbling almost incoherent sentences as he realises what your wanting.
ᯓ after adjusting to your horniness, he is less surprised but still gets flustered— but he is more than happy to help you out, how could he say no to you after all?
JABBER —
ᯓ after he found out about how needy you get, he loved it— he’s a bit of a freak himself, so having someone to match his energy was always helpful for the both of you.
ᯓ once he came back late from a fight, which wasn’t surprising considering his duties as a raider and his clothes were covered in blood.
ᯓ concern was quick to paint on your face as he sat on the bed, and he just grins. “ ‘m all good, yeah? just some scratches,” he took off his shirt revealing the cuts, but also his hard abs, and you eyes instantly glued to them. As he cleans his cuts, half pain— half pleasure whimpers escape from his lips, which further fuelled the familiar feeling of desire you felt.
ᯓ as he finishes, he notices your gaze trailing across his body, and grins. “like what you see, huh?” he flexes his abs, the muscles rippling whilst you hold on to the thread of restraint you had have left.
ᯓ he is the first to pounce though upon noticing the way you bite your lip, grabbing you and sliding you into his lap, letting you grind down on his growing buldge. safe to say he is down bad, especially when you act like this.
ᯓ he also obviously lets you physically know he loves your freaky side 🤭
ZANKA —
ᯓ Zanka, plainly just sighs when you get all needy, attempting to act nonchalant despite his pink cheeks. He knows when he is gonna do something that might set you off, but still doesn’t hesitate to do it.
ᯓ similar to Enjin, he is very observant when it comes down to you, always making sure you’re always satisfied and keeps notes on what you like, don’t, and what makes you the horniest.
ᯓ after a long day, since being a giver was alot of work, he decides to have a particularly long shower, letting soap and water cleanse his body. He enjoys these moments, feeling all clean and having you to look forward to
ᯓ he steps back into his room from the bathroom, you’re laying patiently on his bed, once you look up you’re greeted by the sight of his towel wrapped around his waist, and his upper half on full display against your gaze.
ᯓ he catches everything, your pupils dilating and the fidgeting— he raises an eyebrow, slightly suspicious and knowing of that look. “what…?”
ᯓ he lets out his usual sigh, rubbing his temples as if he is questioning why he is even surprised before looking back at you, eyes locking “…c’mere then.”
As I was saying, what followed was a back-and-forth of no and yes (did I word that right?)
Then I was like... This is getting weirdddd...
And he said, "We could even watch one of those anime that you like. Idk."
... Pause.
What?
So I said "No. HAHAHA" really thought it was so funny. And he said. "What? Are you embarrassed?" I said, complete mood change. "No." Because I'm not??? I just think it is weird that you assume I want to watch anime with you, like what? Even saying it feels wrong. Why specifically anime? Whyyy I like other things man. Wth.
Could've just suggested going to the movies. That's normal!!!
I said that, like, "we could go to the movies yf that sound better." Also, no way. He's not getting a FOOT inside my house.
He said, "yeah, okay. I'm just curious."
I left him on read... For like an hour.
Then I texted back, okay, bc I don't want to be mean, I did felt sorry for him. So I said, "well. You can let me know when you want to go out."
He said, "okay, get some rest." I said, "you too." The end.
So. My ex texted me, and I'm a kind soul so I answered, bcs it is not that serious to me; note: he just broke up with his girlfriend, just so you know. (Her possibly cheating and he's not so innocent either,) according to my sources.
The thing is, we've known each other for years, now (I mean, elementary, middle, and high school) and we dated for a month THREE YEARS AGO, mind you; the worst month of my life, I was lonely, craving attention, doing not good stuff... You get it.
I was really struggling, and, he was (still, I think) also struggling with mental health, he was actually worse off than me. And I was playing therapist.
Things ended, and I suggested we stay friends, but he refused... So I said, whatever, and moved on with my life. Because it was only a month, but he seemed really hurt... For some reason? Wrap it up, my guy.
He didn't even pay attention to me, girls... What was I doing. Like I said, I was craving attention, and he wasn't even giving me the slightest bit. Just a drop of nothing and I would take it.
In those three years, I improved A LOT; I'm not struggling anymore. In fact, I think I'm at the best moment of my life. So far. It could always get better.
And today he texted me. And it threw me off.
Basically, he said he felt sad, lonely, and angry about some things that were happening, probably his breakup, but I played dumb and didn't ask. He said he wasn't talking to anyone (meaning friends), asked about me, and I didn't give any details. I just said things were going well.
This was already throwing me off because... Weird. And also he was speaking English in some sentences... We speak spanish, man. And that's just weird.
Wtf are you doing, buddy? Seriously, that's just weird and cringe. And he was calling me "sis", using acronyms, just randomly speaking English. But I didn't mention it... (so throughout the entire conversation I was laughing my ass off)
Then he asked me if I'd like to go out, said to get out of HIS shitty routine. ??? So I said, "sounds good to me."
He said, "What do you like?" I said, "Whatever." He said, "Do you like boba?" I said, "Yes." He said, "What's your favorite?" I said "caramel"
He said:
MIND YOU, whole conversation in Spanish. And I said, "I'm at (another place)" because I knew where this was going... I asked "why" Then he said, "Do you really wanna know?" I said, "yeah I guess" He said, "I was going to take it to your house."
Winter edged closer with every passing day. The windows needed wiping more often due to the condensation fogging them up, and the streets grew emptier each day, people choosing to stay home due to the cold and the seasonal downpours.
The busy Public Safety schedule had your brain conditioned to wake up with the sun. It was useful for those days where your alarm decided not to ring, but for days off, it was a pain.
You glared at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed you and your tired hand dragged its way down your cheek. The morning tint sneaked from under the curtain and painted the room a soft amber. You eyed the clock by your nightstand—Seven thirty A.M.
The usually loud apartment was, for once, filled only with the hum of the fridge, the singing of early birds and yours and Aki's breathing. You thought about getting up and starting breakfast, but you knew the creaking floorboards wouldn't help your cause. Besides, you could use some peace.
When was the last time you had the chance to spend some time with Aki? Two months ago, maybe? Your date nights had been traded by babysitting, every movie night now included two devils who chewed loudly or clung to your sides, every meal was filled with teens quarreling or obnoxiously laughing at some joke you and your boyfriend weren't in on. It wasn’t like you disliked the dynamic–Far from it, actually. This was your family. Your life. But your job had been cutting your time short, too: Aki left early in the day while your shift started at noon. It simply felt like everything was conspiring to pull you apart lately.
You turned onto your side and admired him as he slept. His relaxed expression and the rise and fall of his chest melted your heart. He looked so peaceful. Your hand automatically found his hair, tucking some rogue strands away from his face. You traced his neck with the back of your fingers, caressing his pulse. You fixed his sleeping shirt, making it sit comfortably after all the tossing and turning from the night before and tracing his ribs as you did so.
You watched his eyes flutter open and join the lucid world with you. He looked around before his gaze landed on you and a smile blossomed on him.
“Morning.” He murmured with tired hoarseness and settled a chaste kiss on your lips. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“You make me sound like a creep.”
“Well, you are.” He retorted, making you snort.
You impulsively reached for him and nudged him back on the mattress when he tried to sit up. You weren't ready to start the day. Not yet. Your feet met under the blanket and you dropped on top of his body; his fingers toyed with your hair, twisting it and turning it. A deep breath escaped as you traced over his abdomen.
“How was your sleep?” You asked.
“Decent enough. Kept waking up, though.”
You let out a hum at his words. Your heart always fluttered with concern whenever he mentioned stuff like this. The consequences of his life. It was unfair for someone as kind and gentle as him to carry the weight of the world. Your fingers found his waistband and
his fingers came to a halt over your scalp, his nails almost digging into your skull.
He was physically restraining himself. You two had gone too long without having a moment to yourselves. No intimacy would drive anyone crazy. Including Aki. Especially Aki.
Aki was weak when it came to you. He wasn't some horny teen whose drool dripped down his chin at the sight of an inch of skin, but with you, his nerves sparked like damaged wires. There probably was some psychological or scientific explanation to this… phenomenon, but right now, that wasn't his biggest concern.
He knew you'd notice, you always did. He hated and furiously loved that about you. His muscles tightened and he choked back a hiss when your featherlight touches reached the ‘v’ shape near his hips. Were you doing this on purpose? He wouldn't put it past you. The more he thought about it, the stiffer he got.
He caught your wrist. “Quit it, come on.”
“Huh?” You snapped out of your focused state. “Quit what?”
“You know—I know what you're trying to do.” He threw in a quiet ‘I think’ just to be safe. “It's like..” he leaned forward to eye the clock. “Eight in the morning.”
“And?”
“And? And it's too early.”
“Whatever you say.” You shrugged and retreated your hand from its spot.
It was his imagination, probably, but he felt a coolness hit him right on the spot you had just abandoned despite his whole body still being pressed up to yours. He sighed, irritated, and patted the bed to find the TV remote. He needed to cool down. He was a grown man getting excited over a rub and a cuddle.
Cutoff sentences echoed through the room as he looked for a distraction. Anything would work. His brain was half asleep and yesterday had been rough; he didn't need to blow a load this early. He landed on some guy-flick movie, something he’d never watch in his life. His eyes were glued on the screen as he tried–or pretended to try–to decode the plot. Something about explosions and fast cars? or was it cowboys?
“Since when is eight am too early for you?” you asked, never one to just shut up.
“Since now.”
“Since your dick got hard, you mean.”
He hit you with a glare. Shameless asshole. You always knew where to jab him, didn’t you? He scoffed but the back of his head fell flat behind him. He couldn’t run away now. Not like he wanted to in the first place, but he was keen on keeping his dignity, at the very least.
“Fuck off.”
God, he was adorable. You weren’t always this much of a pest; his red cheeks and groans made it hard not to tease him. You watched him hide behind his hands and rub his face exasperatedly. You could eat him up. You began pressing kisses to his cheeks, his hair, his temple and jaw.
“I don’t know what your deal is, honestly. This doesn’t have to be a huge deal.”
“I know, I know… It’s all natural, whatever you want.”
“No, I mean–” you cut yourself off. “Just tell me about your day. Yesterday. What did you do yesterday?”
Nights were just for sleeping lately. You both collapsed onto the mattress as soon as you got home, too tired to speak or properly be around each other. The most you could do was holding hands under the blankets and sleeping with your bodies pressed together. Of course, it didn’t feel like enough. You wanted Aki, all of him.
“My day? uh, well…” It was hard to focus with your foot stroking his ankle or your digits now digging into him with actual intentions. “I went to the grocery store.”
“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “I noticed.”
“Denji and Power came with. They act out so much more when you’re not around.”
You lifted the blankets and fixed your position, choosing to sit on Aki’s legs as you worked your way down.
“Ha… As if they respected me that much.”
He hissed when you sucked on his collarbone and he petted your head. He’d have to figure out how to hide the bruises with his work uniform tomorrow.
“They do, they really do. At least more than me. It’s like they piss me off on purpose.”
“They probably do.”
You shared a laugh under your breaths. Your foreheads bumped and his lips found yours, still smiling against your mouth. He felt like his heart could jump out of his chest at any moment now. His eyes grew lidded with affection and his movements grew sluggish under you.
In return, you gave him a coy simper, now tugging at his sweatpants.
“I remember buying these pants.” You comment, pulling along the fabric and feeling the cotton on your fingertips “Good buy.”
“Hmm. I heard that that store closed down.”
“No way.” you whispered with furrowed brows. You’d state how the lady who owned it was too old to keep working anyway or ask if he remembered one of your first missions together being by that place if you weren’t so focused on the sight below you. He was so painfully strained. His hard-on was pressed against his boxers and a puddle of his pre-cum had built up where the tip sat. You felt your insides jolt.
“So pretty.” you whispered to which he moaned quietly.
You revealed more and more of his pale and sweaty skin, teasing yourself and your hunger by taking so long. His cock sprung free and his hips arched, gravitating to your clenched fists all needy. You swallowed hard and could swear you were growing dizzy. The curve of his cock, the flushed tip already weeping in need. Your hollow cheeks wrapped around him and your tongue swirled, taking up any drop he spilled. You rocked yourself on his leg, matching the pace of your suction. You loved how he tasted.
Aki’s jaw was slacked, breathy moans escaped him after your every move. He was surprised he hadn't cum down your throat yet. Once again, his left palm laid flat on your head, pulling your hair away from your saliva ridden cheeks and patting you affectionately to make due for the praises stuck on his throat. You looked so drunk on sleepiness and heat, it made his balls clench.
You completely crumbled onto his thigh, your cheek squished as your mouth kept on sucking him off, now laying down and humping the mattress.
“You–hah– okay there, baby?” he huffed out.
You pulled him out with a wet popping sound, and nodded. Your lips were flushed and pouty, slick with his seed. He didn’t know how long he was gonna last.
“I really need you to finish in my mouth.” You spoke raggedly. Now you were just trying to kill him.
His hips bucked into the back of your throat as he spluttered apologies and heavy whines. An ache grew on his lower stomach along a burning on his thighs; he was so close. His body shook with his orgasm and, per your request, he didn’t pull out, forcing you to chug him down and gag around his shaft. Your eyes screwed shut tightly, your hips stuttering aggressively half onto his shin and half onto the mattress as you greedily swallowed everything he had to give. Soon enough your underwear was wet with your fluids and your agitation grew lazy.
You let your back hit the bed with a satisfied groan. You stare at the ceiling. Your fingers were interlinked with his, allowing you to feel your twinning racing heart beats.
Aki fixed your sticky hair with weak knuckles. “Holy shit..”
“Yeah..” you chuckled and kissed his lips. “Holy shit.”
This could become a ritual between you two, you thought. You slotted yourself back into his arms. You breathed in that leftover musky scent on him while he came down from his high and peppered you with kisses. The dull movie continued to play in the background, and by now, the sun was fully out. You had missed this man more than anything. You wouldn’t allow anything in the world to take him from you again, even if it's only partly. You were beginning to doze off in his arms.
Three loud slams startled you, Aki yanking the covers up to your shoulders.
“Wake up, topknot!” The knocks grew louder. “We have risen and we are starving!”
Can we get a jabber and zanka obsessed with the readers' big thighs? And how they ask for u to squish their heads between them or they just go and do it themselves
This was fun 🫣 I made Headcanons if that's okay with you
JABBER
✧He is feral, loud, and entirely unbothered by personal boundaries. Your thick thighs are his personal playground.
✧ He will stare openly, makes shameless comments, and treats them like a premium luxury comfort.
✧He will not ask politely. He will whine, demand, and then just dive in headfirst.
✧He will plop his head onto your lap without warning while you are sitting down.
✧He will look up at you with a jagged, manic grin and wraps his arms tightly around your legs.
"Squeeze 'em, come on! Crushing skulls is great, so crush mine!"
✧If you hesitate, he will literally grab your knees and pull them together over his own face.
✧He will laugh muffled into your skin, completely thrilled by the lack of air and the heavy pressure.
ZANKA
✧He will try desperately to maintain his tough, disciplined "cool guy" exterior, but your thighs completely break his composure.
✧He will get easily flustered but develops a intense, quiet fixation on how soft and thick they look compared to his own lean, muscular build.
✧ He will try to be slick about it, dropping subtle hints or grumbling under his breath before pride gives way to desire.
✧He will sit near you, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall while his face burns bright red.
"Hey. You're... sitting there doing nothing anyway. Let me use your legs as a pillow."
✧Once he settles his head down, he will sigh deeply, all his usual tension melting away instantly.
✧He won't outright beg you to choke him out, but he will deliberately pull your thighs tighter against his ears and cheeks.
✧If you actually start to squeeze, he will go totally still, gripping your clothes tightly while trying, and failing, to hide a satisfied smirk.
Tamsy is more than happy to show you how his new toy works
MINORS DON'T INTERACT
Kinks: Dominance/Submission, Impact Play, Brat Taming / Bratting, Humiliation / Degradation (light to medium), Praise Kink, Sadomasochism, Service Submission, Etiquette Training, Psychological Domination / Mindfuck
“Stand straight.”
The sharp lick of polished leather kisses the soft backs of your thighs again, snapping just hard enough to make your spine snap ramrod straight like a soldier at attention. The tray balanced between your palms wobbles dangerously, the delicate little trinkets on it clinking together as a fresh sting blooms hot across your skin.
“Tamsy, you ass,” you hiss between gritted teeth, glaring at the blond lounging on the edge of his bed like a king on his throne. The riding crop rests lazily across one thigh, his golden eyes half-lidded in that deceptively angelic way that always makes your stomach flip. “That actually hurts.”
He tilts his head, the smile that curves his lips soft and sweet enough to fool anyone who doesn’t know better. “Who’s Tamsy, darling?”
Your brow twitches hard. You catch the subtle flex of his fingers around the crop’s handle—the silent promise of another stripe if you keep testing him. A defeated sigh slips out of you before you can stop it.
“Sir…”
The word tastes like surrender on your tongue, and the way his entire face lights up—warm, radiant, almost proud—makes something low in your belly tighten despite the fresh sting still throbbing along your thighs.
“Good girl.”
He lets the praise linger in that melodic voice of his, soft as wind chimes and twice as dangerous, before the crop flicks forward again. The leather kisses the exact same spot, sharper this time. You jolt, the tray rattling loudly in your grip, knees locking so you don’t drop everything.
“Again,” he says, calm and patient like he’s teaching etiquette instead of punishing you with every measured strike. “From the top. Posture, Bunny. Proper women don’t slouch when they serve.”
You nod, biting back the bratty retort that wants to crawl out of your throat, and start the slow, deliberate walk down the length of his bedroom once more. Chin high. Shoulders back. Spine straight enough to balance a book on your head. The tray stays level in front of you, little silver trinkets gleaming under the low lamplight as your bare feet pad across the cool floorboards. Every step makes the fresh welts on your thighs throb in protest.
Because you opened your big mouth earlier and challenged him.
You had slipped into the lounge late that afternoon and found Tamsy lounging on the couch, meticulously polishing a sleek new contraption. The long, elegant rod gleams under his careful attention, supple black leather shining like wet ink with every slow, deliberate stroke of the cloth.
You settle quietly onto the couch across from him. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence—at least not outwardly.
Guita hovers around him like an excited puppy, peppering him with questions while Bro watches from the side with visible dismay.
“Hey! What’s that? What’s that?” she blabbers, bouncing on her toes.
Tamsy keeps his focus on the riding crop, running the cloth along the glossy black leather until it shines like polished obsidian. Only then does he turn that disarmingly sweet, angelic smile toward the onesie-clad teen.
“This?” His voice is soft, melodic. “I believe the Sphere calls it a riding crop.”
Guita sucks in an excited breath. “What does it do?”
Tamsy’s golden eyes flick over to you for the briefest moment—knowing, heated, as if he has been aware of you sitting there the entire time—before sliding back to Guita.
He holds the crop delicately in one elegant hand, graceful fingers sliding slowly up the stem until they reach the flared leather tip. “I’ve heard the spherites use it to keep the lower classes in line,” he speaks aloud in that same light, pleasant tone. “To make them act… proper, if you will.” He adds the words nonchalantly, yet they somehow land with the intimate weight of being murmured right against the shell of your ear.
“Such a cruel thing to do, if you ask me.” He taps the tip of the crop once with his fingertip, a light, deliberate little tap to punctuate the end of his sentence and the path his fingers have traced. That gentle smile never falters, but the look in his golden eyes when they flick back to you is pure sadistic glee—dark promise wrapped in angelic sweetness.
Poor Guita, of course, notices none of it. She is far too enchanted by the shiny new toy to catch the wicked heat simmering beneath his gaze.
You roll your eyes at his comment, lips curling into a smirk. “From what I’ve heard from Rudo, those spherites don’t need lessons on acting proper. They already put Zanka’s uptight ass to shame.”
You cross your arms under your chest, deliberately throwing your feet up onto the coffee table with a lazy thud. “Besides, what’s so scary about a little stick? You gonna poke me with it till I behave?”
Tamsy lets out a short, melodic laugh—soft and sweet—before his elegant composure slides back into place like nothing happened. Without a word he lifts the riding crop, brings it down hard against his open palm, and the sharp crack of leather echoes through the lounge like a gunshot.
Everyone flinches.
Everyone except him.
“That,” he says lightly, voice still that same pleasant lilt, “is how I believe the Sphere intended it to be used.” He shakes his hand once, easing the sting from his reddened palm as though it were nothing more than a minor inconvenience, the faint bloom of color on his skin only making his angelic smile look that much darker.
You steel yourself, jaw tight, trying to pretend the sharp crack of leather against skin hadn’t made your stomach flip as Tamsy’s golden eyes stay locked on you even while Bro physically corrals Guita before she can beg to try it out. Her excited bouncing cuts short as he ushers the now protesting onesie-clad teen out of the lounge with a long-suffering sigh. The moment the latch clicks, the air in the lounge thickens.
“I doubt it causes that much pain,” you drawl, arms still crossed tight under your chest. “Getting punched in the face probably hurts more.”
Tamsy’s golden eyes lift slowly from the crop, amusement flickering behind that angelic smile. “You getting punched in the face is because you act like such a mouthy little beast.”
The words land soft, almost affectionate, but the edge beneath them makes your skin prickle. You scowl harder. “Are you calling me unwomanly, Tamsy?”
“Of course not, darling.” His voice stays light, melodic, velvet-smooth. He tilts the crop lazily between his fingers, watching the leather catch the light. “Only that you merely lack… proper ladylike etiquette.”
You sink deeper into the couch with a scoff, legs stretching out even more defiantly across the coffee table. “And what? You offering a little demonstration with your shiny new toy? Teach the lower-class spherite how to behave?”
Tamsy pinches the flared leather tip between two elegant fingers, giving it a slow, thoughtful flex. The silence stretches just long enough to make your pulse kick. “I suppose that could be arranged.”
You meet his gaze head-on, heat licking up your spine. “Bite me, Caines.”
A slow, angelic smile curves his lips—sweet on the surface, but the darkness simmering in his golden eyes promises anything but mercy.
Back in his bedroom the crop flicks again, pulling you out of the memory.
“Eyes forward, Bunny. A proper lady does not glare at the one gracious enough to correct her.” His voice stays velvet-soft, melodic. “Another lap. And this time I want you to thank me after each stripe. Sweetly. The way a well-bred girl should.”
You bite your tongue so hard you taste copper. But when the crop snaps against the tender crease where thigh meets ass on the next pass, the words tear out anyway: “Th-thank you, Sir…”
His entire face lights up radiant, proud. “There we are. Such a good girl when you try. See how much prettier you look when you’re not slouching like some uncivilized street urchin?”
He circles you slowly, crop tracing the fresh red lines he’s painted across your skin. Every measured word drips with that same sweet, angelic cruelty. He never raises his voice. He never needs to. The melodic lilt alone makes your pride burn hotter than the welts on your thighs.
Yet you’d rather die than admit how each sharp lash makes your stomach twist with humiliation and reluctant heat. Or how—even days later—you still catch yourself biting down on your bottom lip every time you press a fingertip into the tender, blooming bruises he’s painted across your skin.
And you would never, ever admit to asking Tamsy for another “etiquette lesson.” Because you are a proper woman even without the angelic yet sadistic man’s help.
The crop flicks again. Another lap. Another soft, forced “Thank you, Sir…” The tray grows heavier with every step. Your arms tremble. Your thighs burn. Sweat prickles at your hairline. And still Tamsy watches you with that serene, terrifying patience, crop resting lightly across his knee like he could do this all night.
“Come now, Bunny,” he coos when you finally complete the lap without a single wobble. “If you keep this posture perfect until I say otherwise… I may be generous enough to ease the aching between your thighs later.” His smile deepens, sweet and promising and utterly sadistic. “Would you like that, darling? A proper reward for a proper lady?”
Your breath hitches. The promise hangs in the air like candy just out of reach.
Tamsy waits, patient and utterly in control, the riding crop still resting lightly against his thigh like a reminder.
Before you move again, you take a quick second to look over the man. Those beautiful golden eyes are eerily dark, completely devoid of empathy. A crazed, sadistic glee sits in them instead, only softened by that angelic smile he still wears.
And for once, being with Tamsy doesn’t feel like perfect fantasy.
But oh, how foolish you were to believe that he was just deep in his dominant headspace and not quietly calculating exactly how far down the rabbit hole he could drag you before you broke.
Years had passed since you first encountered Zanka on his inaugural mission, and now, finally, destiny brought you face to face once again.
Zanka x Fem!Reader, Fluff (requested) Spoiler free
Masterlist
Headquarters was always plunged into a deafening chaos. The heavy thud of footsteps echoing through the corridors and the constant rumble of trucks coming and going permeated every single corner. Amidst all the bustle, you walked with your uniform pristine, having just arrived from the Southern barracks. Even though the atmosphere was intimidating, a part of you felt strangely at home.
You paused in front of the mess hall door, drawing a deep breath to gather the courage needed to interact with your new squadmates, when a familiar voice...rough yet unmistakable...cut through the air behind you.
"You’re blocking the way."
You turned around slowly, your heart pounding like crazy. Standing before you was Zanka Nijiku, that scrawny boy you had met years ago when he was just starting out as a Cleaner, and whose very first mission had taken place in your sector.
He froze on the spot, the words catching in his throat, and he had to swallow hard just to force himself to speak.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes wide as he scanned you from head to toe, as if to convince himself it was truly you.
"It’s been a while. I was transferred here," you replied with a smile.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between you vanished. Zanka took a step forward, intending to grab you by the shoulders, but stopped just inches away, suddenly hyper-aware of his every movement. A vivid crimson flush crept up his neck, reaching the tips of his ears.
"A few years," he murmured. "I missed you."
You stepped even closer to close the gap, speaking in a low voice.
"I missed you too." You gently took his hand, giving it a light squeeze before stepping back. "Well, are you going to give me the welcome tour or not?"
He cleared his throat and stepped further back, his hands trembling with the sheer nervousness of seeing you again, the girl who had made his heart skip a beat the very first moment they met. He had even dreamed of you on his darkest days, and here you were, standing right in front of him, just like in those dreams. Only this time, you wouldn't vanish at dawn, and he would make sure of it."
but i'm the jealous type! ; zanka x gn!reader, comfort
“don't talk about lovely assistaff like that.” zanka doesn't even deign to look up at you as he continues lovingly cleaning his jinki. this only serves to irritate you further, because he's caressing the tool far more sweetly than how he’s touched you since he returned from his most recent mission.
that stupid stick is the bane of your existence. it's as bad as an ex, maybe even worse! at least you could tell an ex to stay away. what are you supposed to do about a damn stick?!
“maybe you should go marry lovely assistaff then, since you love it so much!” it’s a childish retort, one more suited for fights in a playground than an argument at the cleaners’ hq, but you’re too annoyed to care as you fold your arms across your chest and stomp off.
the logical part of your brain tells you that it’s zanka’s jinki, it’s only natural for him to cherish it so deeply. you do the same for yours. but the irrational part of you is still so desperate for more attention and affection from your lover that you’ve stooped low enough to battling with an inanimate object.
is it really wrong to want more of zanka's attention? he's your partner, it's only normal that you'd want him to shower you in affection, both physical and verbal. but it seems like lovely assistaff is a third party in your relationship, because he touches it and coos to it more than he ever has to you! at least that's how it feels, but you've always had a tendency to exaggerate.
maybe zanka secretly hates you. maybe he thinks you're too clingy, and he's going to break up with you the next time he sees you. maybe he's been thinking that you talk too much, and that's why he'd rather spend time with a mute stick. and as your mind takes off at a million miles per hour, spiraling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of the endless reasons why zanka might dislike spending time with you, you feel yourself tearing up. and before you know it, you're crying freely, sobbing with your head buried in your knees on your bed.
then you feel a familiar warmth embracing you, pulling you into their arms and rubbing circles onto your back.
“z-zanka?” you sniffle, barely daring to look up for fear of how you'll look with your puffy post-crying face.
“yeah, it's me.” your lover murmurs in the soft tone he reserves for you and you alone. “hey, look at me,” tilting your chin up gently, he wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, cupping your face like you're a fragile piece of glass that'll shatter if he holds you with anything less than the ultimate care.
you hiccup, roughly rubbing the back of your hand against your eyes. you don't trust yourself enough to speak without your voice trembling and then you bursting into tears again. but when you meet his blue eyes, they aren't judgemental like you expected; his gaze is one of loving concern, and it makes your heart do a somersault because why is he so beautiful?
there's a beat of silence as the two of you look at each other, a thousand unspoken words crowding the air, wondering who's going to speak first, and then—
“i'm sorry.” zanka says plainly. no frills, straight to the point – it's exactly what you adore about him. “i haven't been spending as much time as i should with you recently. on the last mission, i messed up badly and needed the others to step in. and i just kept thinking, how could i protect you if i'm too weak to protect myself? that's why i've been so busy with lovely assistaff, i've been training to get stronger for you.”
“oh, zanka…” you can feel yourself about to cry again. your boyfriend doesn't hate you and he doesn't think you're too much and the world is alright, returned to its axis once more. “you know i love you just the way you are.”
that makes a red flush creep up his ears, and zanka rubs the back of his neck while looking away, unable to meet your eyes as he replies so softly you have to strain to hear it. “i… i love you too.” then he clears his throat, regains his composure, and continues, "i’m just an average joe, but i got lucky enough to land a genius like you, so i'm going to keep working hard to be the man you deserve. but the most important thing is,” here his voice softens, and he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, “i never want to make you cry again.”
“zankaaaa!” you wail before you practically leap onto him, enveloping him in the tightest hug known to mankind as you pepper a million kisses on his face. “you're the best boyfriend ever! i'm going to do my best to be the best partner you deserve too!”
and even as he's getting crushed under your onslaught, zanka manages a smile as he meets your lips in a fairytale kiss, “you already are, my love.”
this was originally meant to be a silly fic but somehow i only finished it when i was in the luteal phase and it became emotional LMFAO </3 may we all find a partner who is as understanding as zanka abt our jealous crashouts 🧘♀️
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