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Reader inserts:
Bro Santa x Teacher!Reader: Improper Use Of Vital Instrument, Bondage, Cunnilingus, Forced Orgasm, Squirting, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink ( Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 )
Tamsy Caines x Supporter!Reader: S&M, Dubious consent for impact play (M!Recieving) ( Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Drabble )
Enjin x Supporter!Reader: Grinding, Penetration Through Clothing, Penile Piercing, semi-public [bathroom] sex, Dacryphilia, Rimming [M+F! Receiving] Dubious consent for rough play, Deep Throating, Daddy Kink ( Pt.1 Pt.2 )
August Stilza x Viander!Reader: Phone sex, Dacryphilia, begging, self-overstimulation, Grinding, Face-fucking, premature ejaculation, cunnilingus, Virgin!August, fingering, male orgasm without stimulation, face sitting, aftercare ( Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4)
Jabber Wonger x Raider!Reader: Femdom, drug use, degradation, spitting, knife play, blood play, improper use of vital instrument ( Pt.1 )
I've always headcanon that Bro has a bit of a pudge on his belly and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. He has muscular arms and torso but belly? Pudge. My man.
Yesssss. He's got a bit of a dad bod but there's the undeniable hard-earned muscles laying underneath that layer of fat on his stomach. You don't see it when he flexes, but you feel it when he's got his chest pressed to your bare back to keep you pinned down to the bed.
Thick, corded muscles make up his beefy arms, and you can see the definition in them when he's got the backs of your knees hooked into the crook of his elbows while he keeps you suspended in the air.
I feel like his body is giving this lowkey, just imagine a bit more pudge in the belly!
The Viander: An August Stilza X Reader FF: Pt.4 (Fin)
MDNI
Rating: Explicit
WC~2k
TW: None
CW: Virgin!Augusts first time, spooning sex, cowgirl, BJ, pull-out method.
A/N: Remember that upload schedule I posted? Me neither. Also- two updated fics in one day because I love youuuu.
Pt. 3 Masterlist
The sun is beginning the very early stages of setting when they start to stir, and she slowly comes to with his arms around her waist, his face nuzzling into her neck- and something hard twitching against the curve of her ass.
And based on the deep, steady way he was breathing- he was still sleeping soundly.
She stirred slightly, her leg buzzing with the sting of having fallen asleep- and it draws a soft moan from August as it presses his cock deeper between her cheeks, and his hips twitch forwards, arms wrapping around her tighter as he lets out a sleepy sigh.
“Mmm…. My muse…” He mumbles, and she’s still not sure if he’s still asleep or not- so she gives him a teasing press, wiggling her ass back against him, and she gets her answer when he starts kissing up the back of her neck, his hips starting to lazily grind his cock against her as he starts sucking a mark where her throat and shoulder meet.
“Hello.” She says coyly, and she feels more than hears his responding chuckle, and he’s uncharacteristically quiet- as one of his hands walks his fingers down her abdomen before it slips them between her legs.
And she’s compliant, letting out a pleased sigh of her own as she leans back into him, thighs parting and splaying her leg open across his as he palms her mound and slips two fingers inside her- her still sleep-relaxed body taking them easily, still slick from their endeavors before.
In the dimming evening light, still covered by the blankets like some kind of sweet secret- August pumps his fingers in and out of her, thumb rubbing lazy but deliberate circles around her clit- and every sigh and soft moan that was drawn from her caused a press of him against her, until his hips were matching the pace of his fingers and he was panting in her ear, nuzzling the back of it as he’s saying his first real words since waking.
“Please? Can I?”
And her response is a shifting, raising her hips and scooting up against his chest so his cock can slip between her thighs, and his fingers go from her entrance to hold his cock tight against her core.
When she closes her legs around him, a gasp is pulled from deep in his chest, before his hips are back to thrusting against her, fucking her thighs with the tip of his cock slipping past her clit with every rough press in and out.
Her arms come up and wrap around his neck from behind, and the panting sound of his breath in her ear has her stomach fluttering, and when he presses and grinds his cock up against her clit with his hand, his thrusts becoming more rough and forceful, she’s clenching her thighs tighter involuntarily, and he’s stuttering her name as he’s pressing his face into the crook of her neck.
“Are you gonna cum like this? Hmm?”
And from any other person- the words would have been a taunt. They would have been mean and cruel.
But on her lips- they were like the gentle command of a soft hand.
The words were said with a voice so soft, so kind, that it had tears burning the backs of Augusts’ eyes in the same moment he was letting out a guttural moan and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her throat where it met her shoulder, cock twitching near violently as cum pulses from it lewdly from between her legs, though his motions don’t stop.
Through his bliss- he’s able to register her own moans- the twitches of her own body, the squeeze of her thighs around his cock- and he thinks somewhat hazily at how pleased he is at getting her off twice now.
I think she likes how quick I am the first go around…
“Please? Please, please, please….” Drool connects his mouth to her throat when he pulls away, and his hips are still lazily grinding against her, nose nuzzling against the back of her ear as she leans her head away to give him better access.
“Anything, my love.”
August practically purrs in response, before he’s tucking a hand under her knee and lifting her leg.
A few more passes against her, but when his tip catches on her entrance, he stills.
And she can hear an audible swallow come from him.
“August? It’s okay- we don-“
“I’m really sorry but I think I’m going to fucking die if I don’t do this.”
His words are rushed, but they send a pulse straight to her cunt that has her clenching around the tip of his cock-shifting her hips back to force in more than what he’d given her- and it has a strangled gasp flying from him and his nails digging into her thigh where he’s keeping her leg raised, and he’s responding to her twitch with a thrust of his own.
To the hilt, nine inches of August fills her- and her head is snapping back against his shoulder, her hands tangling into his hair as the hand not gripping her thigh comes to fondle her breast as they both adjust to the fullness.
“God- you’re so…. Fuck.” And August is whining again, nuzzling her throat as his hips start softly pressing against her, more of a gentle grind than pump- but the position has him pressing directly against that spot in her lower stomach, and it has her cunt twitching around him as she slips one of her own hands down to play with her clit.
“Holy shit, August. Oh my god.” It’s all she can muster- but the panting of his name on her breath seemed to trigger something- that- and the sight of her playing with herself that he caught on a glance down that had his brows twitching in interest.
“Keep playing with yourself.” And the soft murmur coming from him is rewarded with another involuntary clench that has him groaning, pulling out almost entirely before snapping his cock back in.
And a brutal rhythm is started, each thrust yanking panting gasps from her as she fondles herself for him as he stares down her sweat- slicked body from behind.
“You’re beautiful. So beautiful. Thank you… thank you…” He’s panting into her ear, and his praise has heat rising to her cheeks even as he has her spread open and stuffed full of his cock.
“You feel so good, fuck- I’m so glad I waited for you. No one else would feel like this… only you… I love you… I love you…” and he’s babbling again, but she’s too far gone herself to mind, and she’s repeating his sweet nothings back to him just as genuinely as she feels that hot pulsing begin in her lower stomach.
But she wants something more.
So she’s turning her head and yanking on his hair to pull him in for a kiss that would have been awkward due to their position if it wasn’t for how desperate they were for each other.
And his soft whine is cut off when she’s pulling from his arms and his cock is slipping from her- his reaching arms and pleading eyes being pushed away and replaced with pleased surprise when his back hits the pillows and she’s now straddling him.
She captures his gasp of surprise in a kiss as she slides down his cock, a breathy laugh escaping her into it as his hands grip her hips as she settles down completely onto him.
“You’re wicke-“
“Start that shit up again and I’m gonna gag you.”
The way his eyebrows raise tells her that he’s genuinely pondering the idea as she sits up- but the way his cock twitches inside of her tells her he already knows what that thought does to him.
So she just rolls her eyes- and her hips.
And he shuts up- for now.
Words replaced by open-mouthed moans as his lids flutter shut, as she begins to ride him at a teasingly slow pace.
Just like she’d imagined during her work trip- and for long beforehand- she’d have to admit that- he was beautiful.
Head thrown back- a pink flush across his chest, neck and face as his lids twitch open to watch -and feels- her lazily grind her hips in circles around his cock, hands splayed across his chest as she chased her own high.
He’s biting his lip- crimson irises hazy with arousal as he tries to buck his hips up against her.
“Stay.” She murmurs- and he goes still as the grave, eyes widening and cheeks darkening even further as he obeys her quiet command.
“Good. Thank you, my love.”
And she pairs her praise with the raising of her hips, his cock nearly slipping out- before she’s sliding back down and rolling her hips in a way that has the both of them softly moaning.
She starts off like this- soft, easing herself to his size and him to the feeling of her- but soon enough, she wants more- and his fingers are digging into the flesh of her ass, and he’s helping to guide her as she starts bouncing up and down on his cock, his name a holy prayer in panting gasps on her breath as she feels that same pulse from before coming back to flip her stomach back and forth and press on her clit hungrily.
“M’ gonna- Please. Where do you-“ August is practically slurring, his breathing ragged as she kisses him one more time, swiping her tongue in and tangling with his in matching time with the bounce of her hips until she felt goosebumps raising on his skin under her hands.and his panting became full-blown, whining moans into her mouth
“Not yet- not until I do.”
And it was his pathetic noises under her, a pleading cry of frustration that yanked her over that edge- and she’s gripping her hands in his roots and holding tight as she pulls her cunt off of him and presses her folds against him instead, riding her orgasm out with her clit against the shaft of his cock as it begins to twitch and pulse underneath her.
And he’s gripping her tightly- arms wrapping around her and heels digging into the bed as he thrusts up against her desperately as he chases his own orgasm.
But when her twitching subsides and she starts to wriggle in his grasp-he releases her- and the sudden loss of her warmth drawing a desperate cry from him that was swiftly turned into one of ecstasy as her lips wrap around his cock.
And it takes just a few thrusts into her mouth and hands before he was coming apart with a cry of her name she felt right to her core. Hands tangled in her hair, head thrown back on the sheets- he was truly one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.
She swallows all he had to give her, and when he glances down at her- she sticks her tongue out and says “aaaah” just to see what he’d do- and the fiery shade of crimson he turns was exactly what she’d wanted to see.
She laps her tongue up his hips and abdomen- gentle kisses being pressed against every inch she could reach as she takes her rightful place tucked in against his side- blanket being grabbed and yanked back over them as the darkness of true night finally settles in over the room.
“Sleepover?” August mumbles sleepily- and she can’t help but snicker as she nuzzles in against his neck.
Cat and Mouse: A Tamsy Caines x Dominant!F!Reader FF Pt. II
MDNI
Rating: Explicit
WC~ 3.7k
TW: Predator/Prey Dynamic, Blood play, don’t do this with someone you haven’t had vigorously tested.
CW: Sub/Dom/Switch, junkyard hide and seek, the full face stays ON during a game of chase and tease.
Kinks: Premature Ejaculation, biting, minor blood play.
A/N: SHE SAY SHE WANNA FUCK ME WITH MY UNIFORM ON! SHE GRABBED ME BY THE BAT AND NOW WE’RE GOIN GOIN GONE!
All hail @blu3mochi
No beta reader we die like Regto
Pt.1
She was already in her room and in the shower by the time Tamsy had made his way back to the Inn.
He could hear the water running through the connecting wall- and though his hands itched desperately to try the knob to the door that conveniently connected the two rooms- to see if she’d left it unlocked for him- he did not.
Instead- he got undressed.
Meticulously- Tamsy takes his jacket off, folding it in half- then quarters, before placing it on an armchair next to a small table in the corner.
Next, he toes his shoes off and places them neatly by the door.
Outer layers off- until he was adorned only in his trousers and button-down, tie loosened but still hanging from his neck.
And he waits.
The minutes turn to half an hour.
He hears the water shut off, the muffled rustling of movement in the next room over, telltale sounds of someone getting dressed.
And then an hour goes by.
One to two.
Two end up to four.
Until the hazy light of dawn starts peeking through the gauzy curtains on the window.
And he hadn’t moved a muscle.
Not a twitch.
Only his breath being the only movement in the room despite the fury that had grown in his stomach.
Barking and pacing around in his gut like an angry, feral animal kept on a very weak leash.
—————-
And she silently delights in the bags that were under his buttermilk hued eyes as he meets her in the lobby of the Inn to head out on their next reconnaissance.
Tamsy doesn’t say a word to her.
He simply blinks at her, lids lowered in an expression that could only be described as distaste before brushing past and heading out of the building- and suddenly she was being forced to follow.
Or, he thought she was.
He couldn’t see the coy smile flirting at her lips as she strode confidently behind him, hands clasped behind her back as she resisted the urge to whistle annoyingly.
Or the sly glance she and the receptionist- the same one from their late arrival back the night before- shared, understanding dawning on the woman behind the desks’ eyes- face hidden by a kabuki mask otherwise.
This time, when they reached the parking garage- she went for the drivers seat.
He blinks at her confusedly, before huffing and going to the passenger side, getting in and shutting the door with… a bit more force than necessary.
And she drives them to their next surveillance area, the jeep needing to be dropped off so they could hike up towards the deeper polluted zone for a better vantage.
They got out- but her work-focused mind was interrupted by a flash of gray and navy, as she’s suddenly slammed chest-first against the hood of the car, Tamsy’s firm, lithe body pressing against her with his hand on the back of her neck.
“I was promised a reward.”
Tamsy’s voice is dark, his words an echo from before, his usual elegant tone wrapped in a blanket of thinly contained rage as he presses in harder- and even through the thick folds of his clothing she can feel his throbbing erection slotted against her backside.
And she can feel him go deathly still- as she laughs.
The sound is tinkling- like broken glass hitting concrete.
Mocking.
Taunting.
“There it is- there’s the Tamsy I wanted to meet.”
And her words are on a breath as she presses back against him and grinds her hips back- drawing a soft grunt from him as his hands loosen just slightly- and with that slight distraction- she’s whipping around-and her fist is connecting with his face with a force that had him stumbling back.
A right hook straight to his jaw- and when he turns back, there is surprise there- shining in his pale irises, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth- but there’s also that same begging, pleading gaze deep in his irises she can tell he’s trying to yank back desperately- attempting to maintain his anger and power in the situation.
Tamsy’s stalking back towards her- head lowered in what she assumed was an attempt to intimidate, but the moment he got close enough- her hand was connecting with his cheek, a solid SLAP! That has him taking a step back once more.
And he knew that any time he got closer- she was just going to do it again.
“Stop that- I’m trying to-“ Tamsy is muttering, avoiding her gaze, and she’s raising her brows at him.
“Trying to what? Make a power play of your own? Assault me in the middle of nowhere?” She asks demurely with a tilt of her head, and his eyes go wide, spluttering and meeting her gaze once more.
“No! Well, I mean… I had thought- we- you said-“
“You wanna bend me over this jeep and make like you’re attacking me- you gotta ask first.” She murmurs, and his face is shifting, understanding dawning on it.
“But I’m gonna put up a fight.” A smile comes to play at the corners of her lips, brows twitching as she stares him up and down.
“And I’m not gonna make it easy.”
Her name flies from Tamsys’ mouth- as she turns and starts away from him in a dead sprint- gas mask being latched in place as she does- and he’s stuck there in shock for a moment.
Wait- does she-? Want me to…?
His thoughts aren’t even finished before he’s off, his own mask being slammed on as he chases her- now gone behind a trash heap.
But when he turns the corner- she’s nowhere to be found.
‘She’s fast.’ Tamsy thinks, a mildly impressed smirk coming to his lips.
They’re in a more sparsely polluted zone. Their hike up to observe another Trash Beast herd would likely take at least an hour, so they shouldn’t be encountering any here… but still, her sudden disappearance shot a shiver down his spine.
“Oh where oh where has my little Supporter gone?” Tamsy calls out in a lilting, songlike tone, and his eyes are scanning the terrain as he’s snapping his full-face on.
Mid-sized mounds of trash- ranging from just barely taller than him to a few that were maybe a story and a half tall, large appliances here and there scattered by the never-ending pattern the sphere drifted seemingly aimlessly about in the sky.
He’s meandering, practically strolling through the mounds of refuse as he’s peering around corners and over piles as though he’s shopping through a storefront’s windows- when suddenly there’s a sound to his left- a clattering of metal that has him changing course on his heel and sprinting towards it- only to round the corner and be faced with-
Nothing.
Tamsy blinks in confusion- before his eyes are going wide as he suddenly sees a shadow looming over him- and before he can do anything but turn- he’s being slammed to the ground and the wind is being knocked clean from his lungs, a soft body pressed against his front and a set of wild, near psychotic eyes meeting his- before she’s up and bounding away again, gone in a flash before he could even jump back to his feet.
“Oh you little-“ But his angry words end in a breathy laugh as he gives chase, hopping back into a crouch and launching after her.
As much as he would love to use Tokushin- end this charade and wrap her up in his bindings so he could do what he liked-
The pumping of blood in his ears- the beat of his heart in his throat- hell, even the dull ache in his ribs where his breath had been ripped painfully from his lungs-
Tamsy was having fun.
The grin behind his mask is wild and manic- movements twitchy and jerking, head snapping to and fro as he ducks and dives between piles of refuse and garbage.
And the sound of her laughter- taunting him and seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, reverberating off of appliances and the sheer silence surrounding them otherwise.
“Oh come out my dear- I promise I won’t be mad.” And his voice is such a loving coo- despite the way he’s turning and crouching, surveying his surroundings like a stalking wolf.
“You won’t be mad?”
Tamsy doesn’t even have time to turn towards her voice before he’s slamming forwards onto his chest, his legs being thrown out from underneath his body as her leg swings and knocks him out by his ankles.
He catches himself on his hands- and like a cat, he’s bouncing back and whipping around- landing in front of her. The daring gleam of her gaze is reflected back at her in the shining eyes of his full-face.
And they begin circling one another in a quiet, anticipatory dance- sizing the other up, waiting for the other to make the first move.
“You’re much more than I originally anticipated.” Tamsy is murmuring, and her joyful laughter is like a symphony to his ears- her eyes crinkling as she responds cockily- goosebumps traveling up and down his arms at her tone.
“And you’re exactly what I anticipated.”
And that’s what caught him.
The tilt of her head, the twitch of her brow- it flicked that coin in his soul up in the air and in his minds eye he watches it- flipping over and over and over- twisting and turning in slow-motion before hitting the ground and beginning a spin in a treacherous figure eight- before it lands tails up.
And instead of going after her…
Tamsy is cocking his head to the side- going completely still for just a breath- before turning tail and running away, jacket tails flapping in the wind.
He’s sprinting- not even glancing backwards as he’s ducking and diving over old refrigerators, sliding over car hoods and sprinting, head low across open expanses.
All the while- he hears her laughter echoing behind him, as she’s sure she can hear his.
But his laughter is tinged with nervousness- for this was a game he hadn’t ever played before.
Not like this.
And it was thrilling.
Never knowing just how far she was- only the sound of her voice taunting his name and her laughter between his own panting breaths.
The Jeep comes back into sight- and Tamsy hadn’t even realized that’s where he’s led them- but he hasn’t time to ponder this before the ground is rushing at him once more.
“I’m really starting to-“ Is all he can get out, before he feels a firm weight on his back- she’s straddling his hips from behind- her hands are weaving into the ash blond locks bound atop his head- peeking through the straps of his mask- and she’s yanking his head up- her other hand coming to wrap around his throat.
“Starting to what? Hmm? Cat got the Team Leaders’ tongue?”
And her coy murmur in his ear- though muffled through his full-face- the feeling of her breath ghosting across the exposed skin of his throat tells him she’s removed her own.
The warmth of her body pressed against his back- it has him going deathly still, waiting with bated breath to assess her next moves.
“Oh? Is my sweet Tamsy melting on me?” She whispers- and she can feel a shudder rip through him at her loving tone- that’s contrasted by her nails digging into his throat, fingers tightening painfully as a groan is pulled from him.
“Just enjoying the game, my dear.” He hisses- before he’s reversing their positions, laying her flat on her back and settling himself roughly between her legs, thrusting against her to make sure she could feel the mass of his erection against her core even through their uniforms.
“My, my- you want that reward bad.” She sighs, and he sits up- hands coming to remove his mask- but hers come up as well- latching around his wrists to stop his movements.
“Leave the mask on.”
And her murmured order echoes softly through the metal filled heaps of rubble that surround them as his hands drop back down, arms going limp as he leans back on his calves.
Tamsy is suddenly…compliancy personified. His feeble attempt at regaining power is humbly forgotten as she leans up and pushes him, his back hitting the ground with a dull thud as she straddles his hips, leaning her own back and slotting herself quite deliberately over his cock.
Behind a mask she can’t see through- he’s looking up at her with wide eyes, lips parted as a shaky breath escapes him.
A breath that is cut off as she wraps his tie around her hand and yanks it tight, a strangled gasp flying from him as she rolls her hips downwards.
“Oh, please-“ Tamsy softly murmurs- and the mean, damn-near-fucking-evil smile that comes to her lips has his hips jerking up against her, a muffled groan escaping him as his hands slip to her hips and grip them tightly.
She’s leaning forwards- other hand slipping under his uniform jacket and feeling his tense body through his thin button-down shirt.
Tamsys’ muscles were taut- rigid with a shiver running under his skin.
A soft kiss- pressed to the pulse she could feel slamming just below his ear- has him going still, breathing stopped mid-inhale as she swipes her tongue across it- before biting down on the side of his throat above his communications collar and where she’s drawn his tie taut- hard.
A pathetic whine hisses through his mask as she sucks on his skin until it’s marked with the imprint of her teeth-and a bruise is swiftly forming by the time she pulls away, hips beginning to softly bounce and grind against him teasingly as she unbuttons his shirt to gain more access to his flesh.
Flesh that she first slowly traces with her fingertips- rough scarring mottling the lightly tanned surface like a beautiful, violent, half-finished watercolor painting long ago abandoned.
Fingers are replaced with lips and teeth, a muffled gasp being yanked from deep in his chest as she bites him near hard enough to split the skin underneath her jaws where his throat and collarbone meet.
And just as quick as her bite- her tongue is laving away the pain, pressing kisses to the imprint of her canines on his throat- before moving down his chest to lay her claim further.
Every bite and swipe of her tongue down his abdomen had him twitching and arching his back underneath her, though he’d gone so silent, now.
It was clear he was gripping the sleeves of his uniform tightly in his fists, the way the fabric was bunched, but his breathing had slowed- gasps gone quiet as he seemed to melt into every painful nip and bite- every lick and kiss sending shudders under his skin and raising every follicle to attention.
When she reaches the curve where the bones of his hips meet the waistband of his trousers- his breathing stops entirely.
She lays one final, vicious imprint into his hip- finger tucked in the waistband and tugging it down to gain access for sharp canines to dig in to softer, more sensitive skin- to the point of finally tearing his flesh open- if just barely.
Tamsy lets out a sudden, keening moan behind his mask, the sound of plastic scraping on dirt and rocks as his head snaps back and his hips jerk up, twitching violently as she laps away the blood seeping from the wound slowly.
And a dark, wet patch begins to form on the front of his trousers- breaths shakily wracking his body as he comes down, having come undone- completely untouched below the belt.
Swift kisses are smattered across his abdomen, all the way up to his throat where she murmurs softly, lips pressed against the thrumming beat of his heart.
“Now- we’ve got work to do.”
She can’t see the hazy, overstimulated tears he’s blinking away as she rises from his form and holds her hand out for him to grasp.
She can’t see the way he stares at her outstretched hand in a mixture of disgust and awe, before grasping it and allowing himself to be dragged up.
Can’t see the way his mind is spiraling even faster after such an erotic experience.
And like what had happened hadn’t- she’s turning on her heel and opening the front door of the Jeep and collecting her notepad and pen from the side pocket before slamming it shut and walking towards their destination with a casual, perky whistle and pep to her step.
——————-
An hour of pure silence stretches between them.
Nothing but the sound of their footsteps echoing through miles of junk,both their faces now covered by their masks as the air becomes stifling with the trash stink hanging in it.
They travel up, up, up…. A steep cliffside just barely traversable by foot- but she was determined.
And when they reach the top- it’s a view that in another time must have been magnificent.
But now- it was just depressing.
Heaps and mounds of trash, refuse and rubble, as far as the eye could see. Miles of it, a neverending landscape of man’s will left unchecked.
The air below them had a haze to it, it was so putrid, and even as high above as they were it wasn’t a smart idea to take their masks off.
Out of the Supporters’ pocket come binoculars- and she’s once more dropping to the ground and army crawling over to the edge of the cliff face to observe any movements below.
———————
Tamsy’s spiralling psyche had been drawn tight when he’d come in his pants like a pathetic, whimpering fool.
His silence had been very deliberate- because if he hadn’t bitten down on his tongue- she would have heard the tears thick in his throat as he allowed her to mark his already scarred flesh with her teeth and tongue.
That spiral had worn down until meeting its violent end in a disgusting, erotic climax that had wracked his body like it was his first.
It ran through his body like nothing he’d ever felt before- and even the wet, uncomfortable feeling of his boxers sticking to his cock couldn’t dampen the afterglow still buzzing under his skin.
‘If that’s all a few nips from her does to me…..’
His wandering thoughts are interrupted by a curious hum coming from his little Supporter- and his head is turning to try and see what it is she was seeing.
“Oh. Well, that’s not a very nice sight to see.” He murmurs, and she gives him a distracted “…yeah…” in response.
This herd of Trash Beasts they’d come to observe- Intel being gathered that it was larger and more active than normal coming in recently- and they were seeing just what was meant by that.
Lesser and minor Trash Beasts meandering around- that same herding and gathering- the pushing and moving of the piles of refuse continuing as they’d seen in the prior group- but the harder Tamsy looked- the more he saw and understood.
A Trash Beast reminiscent of an elk uses horns made of scrap metal to slot a final piece of rubbish into place- putting the final disturbing touch on a grotesque masterpiece- and they watch in abject horror as the modern art begins to twitch.
And like a puppet with strings suddenly pulled taut- a massive beast rises like by its joints- like a mannequin falling apart put into reverse, pieces clicking together with the hazy glow of anima seeming to yank it all together before it all settles behind wobbling, erratically twitching eyes.
In the face of a massive, hulking Trash Beast resembling something akin to a moose.
And it’s staring right at them.
It’s so tall- they’re at eye level, though the beast is near miles away.
But not far enough away.
Its eerie, animalistic skull raises to the sky- and it belllows.
The smaller trash beasts- not even coming up to its knobby knees go flying from the reverberating sound- and the pairs hair flies back as the waves hit them moments later.
And they knew what that sound meant.
“There’s no way we’re getting to the Jeep before that thing gets to us.”
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The trek back to the vehicle and the drive back to the Inn were filled with the weary silence of two people who were too physically exhausted to say a damn thing.
She and Tamsy had dealt with the beast- but it was a pain in the ass to say the least.
So much for a research mission.
And it’s only when they’ve reached the doors do either of them speak.
And it’s Tamsy- his hand coming out to grip her wrist gently- voice soft as he murmurs.
“Tonight?”
And he’s not avoiding her gaze.
He’s meeting her dead-on as he stares at her with soft, tired eyes and the barest ghost of a smile on his lips.
The single word meant so much more in that moment than its definition, and it hung between them heavily.
He looked so weary- at least as much as she was, but even with that- she could feel that buzz start up again underneath her skin.
So she simply nods, placing a hand over his and giving it a light squeeze- before heading inside the Inn and to her room to scrub the grime of their unexpected battle off.
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This time, when Tamsy waits- it’s only for five minutes.
They both had taken their time in the shower- prepping for every possibility there could be.
The doorknob turns.
And she steps in.
Into a room lit by candles and the hazy glow of lanterns peeking in through the gauzy curtains from outside.
With a beautiful, still slightly shower-damp ashen haired man on his knees in nothing but a fresh, unbuttoned shirt and slacks.
warnings: face sitting, oral (m & f receiving), 69, fem!reader, biting, plus size reader, insecurity, vaginal fingering, face fucking, lowkey wrote this and did not go over it sorry if its bad :3
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"what if you suffocate and die and then i get framed and put in jail?" you sputtered out. your current situation being one of the most nerve racking but erotic things you've ever witnessed.
tamsy had eaten you out before, but its always been with you laying down on your back, or arched on your stomach. and this wasn't even your idea.
tamsy had ambushed you earlier in the day, arms wrapped around your waist as you worked in the kitchen, trying to get a meal ready for you both to share.
"come on angel..." he muttered, you could feel the cold metal of his labret piercing pushing up against your earlobe. "you don't think i can make you feel good?" his grip on you tightened. "is that it?"
it wasn't that, you KNEW he could make you feel good. you had never orgasmed harder then the first time he stuck his tongue deep in you. that wasn't what you were afraid of.
you were self conscious. its not like you thought you were ugly, but your weight had always been a place of insecurity inside of you. how could it not be? especially when living in a place like the ground. everyone was skinny.
like drug addict skinny.
so when you showed up to join the cleaners, you stuck out like a sore thumb. everyone there ranged in sizes, but only in height. not in weight.
so of course, as soon as the words left his mouth, you immediately shut him down. "yeah thats gonna be a big no." you said bluntly, chopping up some meat. to be honest, tamsy was confused at first. he thought you loved when he ate you out. you were practically always begging for him to do it.
and you shutting him down so quickly damaged his ego. "i'm just... i'm to big it wont work out." you pushed away from him, trying to cook in the small kitchen on your own was hard. but him clutching you made it even harder.
you weren't trying to be rude. but the thought of him seeing you in that angle, it scared you.
what if he thought you were ugly? what if he finally noticed the way your stomach hung a bit, something that wasn't as visible when you were fucking in missionary.
"you're... what?" the look on tamsy face shut you up real quick. it looked like you had said something rude to him. "is that what you think?" suddenly, you felt like your reason wasn't a good one.
"well, i'm just saying, what if i hurt you?" you couldn't make eye contact. trying to deflect and ignore him by focusing on the food you were now not even paying attention to.
"y/n, don't say some shit like that again." he was angry. is that what you thought? seriously? you were "to big"? why would he care. he loved that about you.
he was infatuated with you the second you stepped foot into HQ. how could he not be? with the way you looked so different, plush hips, breast practically spilling out of the top you were wearing. the way the sleeves of your shirt hugged your arms, or the way your shorts hugged your thighs.
he jerked himself off to the thought of you countless times before you got together, jerked off to the thought of marking and biting your skin. he could get hard just looking at you.
which is how now you're here. you've got your hands placed agains the headboard for balance, hover above his chest, naked. he was staring desperately at your pussy, and it was dripping.
you were so horny, but just so nervous.
"babydoll, i promise you, nothing is going to happen to me." his hands were massaging your thighs. you couldn't get more beautiful in his eyes. the look on your face, god if his mouth wasn't on you in the next 30 seconds he was going to lose his mind.
you looked down at him, the way his hair was down and spread across the pillow underneath him. his pupils were blown, and his lips were red and swollen from your previous make out session.
you sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. with the way he was gripping you thighs, you don't even think you could get away if you wanted to.
"ok just..." you paused, still nervous," please just tell me as soon as anything feels uncomfortable. or literally anything. i'm serious tamsy." he couldn't focus on the words you were saying, his gaze still locked on your dripping pussy.
he licked his lips, "whatever you say angel."
you moved so you were right above him, having every intention of just hovering over him, letting him do what he wanted then getting off. but before you could even get fully situated, he was pulling you down harshly.
"t-tamsy!" you yelped, feeling his lips latch onto your clit immediately. you shuddered, letting out a loud moan. you were fully seated on his face, all of your weight.
"tamsy, w-ait!" you tried to moved again, but he grabbed you harder, turning to bite the inside of your thigh.
"i told you i wanted you to sit on my face, so stop trying to move." he hissed out, once again licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.
you reached down, grabbing the blond hair that sat on his head. "fuck baby..." you groaned, leaning forward to rest your head on the headboard.
he went lower, sticking his tongue deep in your hole thrusting it in and out. and then you felt it, the tip of his nose.
you had always loved his nose. it was so big, but the way it sat on his face just made him look even more like an angel sent from above. and when it hit your clit? you were seeing stars.
"ngh - tamsy!" you moaned eyes rolling to the back of your head in sheer pleasure.
he couldn't get enough of you. of your taste, your smell, everything. he moaned loudly below you, vibrations going through you. with the amount of please on his face, you would have thought he was the one getting mind blowing head.
you started rocking back and fourth, feeling his piercing catch on the bottom of your hole, then feeling his nose burrow up into your clit, rubbing harshly against it.
he pulled back again, going and latching his lips around your sensitive clit, licking and sucking on it.
he was in heaven. he was practically humping the air, feeling like he was going to cum even though he wasn't getting any attention. and you noticed it, out of the corner of your eye. the way his hips were twitching, chasing a feeling that wasn't even there. suddenly, you were off of him.
he took a deep breath, confused. "what are you doing?" instead of responding, you simply sunk yourself back down on his face. but, this time you were facing the other way.
he leaned around you, cocking a brow. suddenly a loud moan was ripped out of him. "f-fuck!" he yelped, feeling your lips wrap around the thick leaking head of his cock.
his head hit the pillow, panting as you enveloped his cock. your nose hit balls, his blond pubic hair a nice cushion. you spread your legs a little wider, lowering yourself now in hopes of him returning to the mind boggling head he was giving you.
and he was happy to oblige, he shot up, slurping up everything your pussy had to offer him. you moaned around his cock, sucking on the head, tasting his pre cum that was oozing from his tip.
you moved your head faster, feeling tamsy wiggle his head back and fourth between your legs. he could feel himself getting close, even though he didn't want to be the one to cum first. but he didn't think he could hold back.
not with the way you were taking him all the way down to his hips, your tongue lapping at his tip. he pulled away from your pussy, licking his lips. "o-h fuck angel." he started moving with you, bullying his hips into your mouth. "so fucking good baby. gonna cum in this tight mouth of yours." you yelped as he hit your ass cheek, hard.
his nails were digging into the flesh, his hips moving faster. "gonna cum baby. ngh - gonna swallow all of it right? be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?" you nodded as best you could, which wasn't much with how your tits were practically pressing against his stomach.
it wasn't long before he was cumming, shoving his face in your pussy as he moaned pornagraphically. you took all of it, feeling tamsy's warm cum shoot into the back of your throat. he slowed his hips, allowing you to pull off of him and take a breath.
tamsy wasn't done though, you still hadn't cum. and the whole point of this was for him to take care of you.
he continued his efforts, bringing his fingers to your whole, shoving three in with no warning.
"fuck! tamsy... need more..." you gripped his thighs, rocking your hips back and fourth. tamsy sucked harder on your clit, moving his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that had you gushing.
"ngh- gonna cum tamsy! please-" you were cut off as he sucked particularly hard on your clit, feeling yourself gush all over him. he continued, letting you ride out your high. he only stopped when you started groaning in pain, hips and thighs twitching.
he pulled off of you, letting his head fall back and he took some deep breaths. you fell to the side, laying on your back. he moved so he was over you, his face in yours.
god he looked beautiful with your cum all over his face. "you ok?" tamsy asked, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.
you nodded, you felt amazing. that was the best orgasm you had ever had in your life. "more than ok. but are you? i didn't hurt you right?" despite everything you were still worried.
that was one of the things he loved about you, always worried about him or the people around you. he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. "i've never been better, sweetheart." you sighed, pulling him down onto you.
you laid like that for a while, soaked in each other. but something in you had shifted, a sense of confidence. still, exhaustion took over, and you promptly fell asleep. tamsy, though, laid awake.
he looked at you with so much love in his eyes. gently tracing his hands up and down your sides, every curve and roll. he loved you so much, everything about you. even the parts you hated.
but thats what made you, you. and tamsy wouldn't trade it for the world.
