sia

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. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 ƧΉΣ ? ִ ࣪𖤐

𐔌 ƧIΛ . any pronouns . fil . entp . pansexual ꒱

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✮ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[💮] ➳ watermark/general tag [📎] ➳ drabbles

[📝] ➳ oneshots [🪄] ➳ headcanons

[🎐] ➳ poetry

its so fun redoing my theme ugh omg

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·˚ ༘ old sub!sylus x afab!reader draft

content: sylus has recently been pushing all your buttons, and you've had enough after losing matches upon matches on kitty cards.

tags: sub!sylus . dom!reader . riding / cowgirl .

"sweetie, what's with you lately?" sylus asks, as calm as ever as that stupid smirk on his face taunts you, "you've been very... temperamental." he chuckles as you stare up at him, your eyes dark with annoyance.

"it's not my fault that your fellow kittens aren't on your side today... or yesterday... or the day before." he continues, taking your losing hand and shuffling them back into the deck.

maybe sylus is right, or maybe he's also just being extra bitchy lately, but he's been poking at all your buttons the wrong way. it started last week, when he started making smart-ass comments about how you needed to change your furniture.

and then, he started to pry at your wardrobe, smoothly sliding in his occasional offers of buying you new clothes. and then the extra-annoying teasing, he'd hide your things on purpose, pinch your ear, and more of those things.

and you'd say you have quite the patience, but he's really just been... testing it. is that what he's trying to get at here? on what your limit is?

"is it fun for you, sy?" you rest your elbow on the table, and your head on your palm as your eyes burned into his. "hmm? what do you mean?" he asks in faux innocence, raising a brow as his eyes flicker up to you for a moment, only to gaze back down at the cards, "do you still want to play?"

"let's go home." you murmur, your frustration seeping through to your words as you pushed yourself off the chair.

"c'mon, sweetheart, third time's a charm, no? why don't we go one more round-"

"i said, let's go home." you repeat sternly, turning your head to shoot him a glare.

he raises his brow once more, amused as he laughs, his voice rich and warm, "alright, my bad, sweetie." he hums, neatly placing back the cards within the center of the teacups.

you walk over to the exit of the cafe, then, with bold strides, towards his car—which stood out like a sore thumb amongst the relatively lower class vehicles—as you walked closer, sylus beeps the car open. you shrug in a 'that's-right' manner. cockily, you open the door to passenger, and slam it as sylus gets in next to you.

"do you want to-"

"home."

"of course."

a small smile curls into his lips as he revvs the engine, pulling out of the parking of the quaint little cafe.

the drive was quiet, a faint tension lingering in the air as you stared out the window. you couldn't feel it, but sylus would occasionally glance at you, holding his mouth back from another witty remark slipping.

"we're here." he hums, pulling up into his driveway and gearing it into park. you wait silently, and he takes this as a sign. he steps out, walks over to your side of the car, and opens the door for you.

he holds out his hand for you to take, but you only stare up at him, your eyes sharp as you stepped out on your own. you walk past him and walk through the dark wooden doors, a half-relieved sigh escaping you as you hear his footsteps follow, and the car locking.

after a few moments, he walks past you, humming casually as he rolled his sleeves up his arms. without warning, your arms reached up to tug at his hair, pulling a small grunt from him.

"oh, what's this sweetie?" he groans out, not making any move to pull away.

you walk over to the couch, pulling him along as he hisses at the slight sting. you push him down onto the couch, his neutral expression twisting into an interested smile. he stares up at you as the dim candlelights illuminated your figure silently, giving you a certain authoritative air. his chest subtly heaves, his legs apart as you stood in front of him.

your shadow blankets him, "i have quite a long patience, but you've been really getting on my nerves." you rasp out, your jaw tensing as you crossed your arms.

"you? long patience?" he laughed, "i don't think those two should be in the same sentence, sweetheart." he continued, as he blinks, he finds your fingers gripped firmly on the collar of his shirt.

he quickly shuts his lips as he feels your eyes piercing his skin, you sigh, "i think you need to learn the consequences of your actions." you huff out, your tone playing a calm voice with an underlying frustration. "hmm?" he hums, unsure of what you're saying, but a part of him already has an idea, and it'd be a lie if he said it didn't send blood rushing to his...

"you know what i mean." you murmur, your voice dropping to a dangerous low as your hand trailed down from his collar, then his chest, then stopping at the waistband of his pants.

he doesn't audibly respond, but you feel his muscles tense at your touch. his hands stay at his sides—obediently—as he knows you'd like them to be. he watches intently as you slowly, excruciatingly undo his pants.

as you bring the fabric down just around his knees, he throws his head back while his jaw—tense and tight—manages to let a low groan pass. he was already rock hard, his hips subtly bucking up to your faint touches.

"oh? i knew it," you smile evilly, "you must've been waiting for this, haven't you?" you chuckle, and you bring your eyes up towards his. you almost see a pleading sparkle in them, his brows furrowed upwards.

"what if i was?" he shoots back, "then this wouldn't be a punishment now would it?" he smiles, and before he knows it, your hand flies across his face. leaving a quiet burn on his cheek, his head stays in its place, letting it hang in the way you slapped him.

his cock twitches.

"sy..." you purred, "you want me to break you this badly?" you pouted mockingly as you grab his jaw, forcing him to look up at you, "you should've just asked." you continue as you pull away, then undressing yourself.

he swallows his breath as he watches you do so, his fingers balling into fists. "or maybe you're just embarassed? to be in a situation like this, since you're a big, bad man?" you tease as you leave yourself in your underwear, leisurely moving to sit on his lap.

you begin to grind against him, your clothed heat rubbing against his aching dick. and there, words you barely ever hear from him fall out.

"please..."

he mutters breathily, staring up at you with desperation. "and, don't cum until i say so." you smile, running your hand softly down his cheek before pulling at the back of his hair. he growls quietly, his body shivering at, well, everything.

you were getting impatient yourself, your cunt quickly growing damp, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his boxers. he hisses, and without a word, you tug his underwear down, and your own panties to the side. "again, don't cum until i say so."

and like a good little puppy, he nods.

you hold his dick up and in place, and slowly, you push yourself down. a guttural moan escapes his throat as he feels your heat engulf his cock, you swiftly adapt and adjust to his size as you look down at him, the sight enough to make anybody go crazy.

his cheeks were flushed red, a thin sheet of sweat shining all over his body, and my god, that needy look in his eyes.

you begin to move, bouncing your hips against his as you hold onto his shoulders. your pace quickly increases, and you then feel a sturdy grip wrapping around your wrist. sylus' hands brings your hand towards his neck, guiding your fingers to squeeze firmly.

you feel a surge of adrenaline shoot through you at the scene, the thought of bringing this man to his knees, to have him all wrapped your finger, the realization hits you. and it only serves as fuel to rightfully treat him this way.

"don't be scared, sweetie." he whispers, urging you to go faster, harder, "let out that frustration, go on." he encourages.

and with hesitation, you bring both of your hands to wrap around his throat as your hips relentlessly rut against his. "harder, you can do-" he groans, "you can do better than this can't you, kitten?" he comments.

you click your tongue as you bring your one hand up to slap him again, "shut up." you murmur, your voice bordering a threat.

"harder."

you slap him again.

"i know you can do better-"

you finally shut his mouth, tightly gripping his face as your palm covers his lips. "just be quiet, sy." you groan out as you rock your hips fervently, you feel vibration scatter from his lips and across your palm with a somewhat agreeable hum.

you see his brows furrow as your body heats up like fire, "i told you, right?" you pant, "don't cum until i say so." you huff out as you continue squeezing around him. you notice his stomach tensing and tightening with each bounce of your flesh on his, giving you a twisted sadistic satisfaction.

and he loves it.

he loves seeing that look on your face.

seeing you enjoy yourself,

enjoying the way you break him.

he loves it all.

he nods calmly, hiding the desperation ringing in his bones, the need to pump into you, show you how good you feel, how good it feels for you to treat him like this.

"sy..." you breathe out as your hands fall from his lips, though the other stays around his throat, "i'm close... really close." you hiss lowly as you feel hot flesh rest on your hips, his hands seemingly searing into your skin as he helped guide your hips.

he isn't begging, he isn't saying anything about his wanton need to cum in you, he just waited (im)patiently, for you to reach your finish line. your hand slips from his throat and back to his shoulder for some stability, "do i feel that good, darling?" he chuckles cockily.

you don't respond, and by this, he knows you're teetering on the edge. now, he slowly rocks his hips, not on par with your pace and rhythm, his movements, were slow—deliberate. harmonizing with the harsh aggression of your body.

his nose twitches as he himself is getting dangerously close, his pleasure building up at his lower abdomen, his mind feeling feverish as he feels your insides tease him relentlessly.

"sy... let's-" you stammer, bringing your eyes up to meet his, still holding that stern expression, "let's cum together." you mutter, throat dry as your fingers dig into his shoulders for some stability.

he stays quiet, concentrating as he focuses on obeying your request. huffs of air slips from him, as the sound of your moans, the heat of your skin, the wetness of your cunt, all flood his senses.

"sweetie..." he weakly whispers, "are you close?" he continues, and you can definitely tell that it's taking every bone in his body to hold back. your ego rises at the thought.

"fuck... sy-" you mewl, pushing your hody against his, arms wrapping around his neck as your hips recklessly bounce on him. a low groan responds from his throat as he frowns.

"sy- i'm gonna-"

you feel his cock twitch inside you.

"i'm cumming–!" you call, your thrusts coming to a halt as your body shivers atop his, pussy pulsing around his dick as you feel pleasure shoot across your nerves.

happy ever after HAHA i loved this

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OMG I READ SOME OF YOUR WORK IS SOOO GOOOD!!!! 🫠🥰🥰🥰

I was wondering if you could do Regto x Reader, the run down is that Regto has been seeing this rich Sphereite women. They started to hangout and grew fond of eachother, loving eachothers company. The reader is shy and easily flustered, Regto always finds it cute, especially when he flirts with her. These two have really good chemistry, but they have to keep there relationship a secret. Unfortunately the reader mom HATES tribe folk and she really traumatized the reader when little. That time she picked up something that a little tribe boy dropped on the ground and gave it back to him. Her mother came smacked her then dragged home. Grabbing a cloth and scrubbing her very harshly. The reader The reader treats everyone with respect and loves all tribe folk. Likes giving things to the tribe folk, food and everything, Regto gets first of course and Rudo. Tragedy struck when the readers mom put her in an arranged marriage with a guy she doesn't even know. So one night, the reader sneaks out of there house to Regto to tell him the news. Of course he's not happy about it, the reader is in tears because of it. They won't ever see eachother again. So the reader only thinks of one thing they can at least give Regto....Her virginity. Regto is a little shocked but he's honored to take it. The reader would rather have him do it than the guy she's arranged with. So they sneak in back into her house and they begin, of course the reader is nervous, but it's Regto so she's ready.

(This was just a little background, sorry for it being long, you can just start from the night talk about the arrange marriage then on to the sex)

꩜ .ᐟ promised guilt ִ ࣪𖤐

── .✦ 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗧𝗢 𝘅 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: ^request above

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: lowkey just vanilla sex

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: brooo i'm so sorry i lost all my motivation towards the end, school was getting really stressful, plus i got like nail extensions which made it so hard to type

wc: 2.7k

your eyes dart across the empty streets, palms sweating against the window sill as the supposed-to-be silent night envelops the pavements.

but it wasn't silent, not for you.

your heart knows this night will be short, the impending future aches heavy in your heart as you throw your leg over the sill, and with a soft thud, your foot hits the pearly concrete.

it wasn't supposed to be like this.

you were supposed to be with him.

someone the world deems to be dirty—unworthy of kindness.

your legs thump against the floor as you run, like each second wasted is a needle pierced through your hands. you pant, desperate for time to just be a little more patient.

wind blows across your face tauntingly as you see the border to the slums grow closer and closer, you feel your heart sink into the now endless pit of your soul as reality digs its unbiased claws deeper into it.

there's no guilt that falls upon you as you take a step into "the slums," the "good" and the "bad" blend together as you keep running, not slowing down, not even for a moment.

your body moves on auto-pilot as you navigate the littered streets, though the way to his house was already logged into your head.

you see that familiar dull teal door, almost representative of what you feel. and finally, you slow your steps as you near the frame. you raise your fist, then knocking firmly and harshly, but with calculated rhythm.

"regto…" you breath out, "it's me!" you continued, this time louder.

after a few moments, the rusty knob finally turns, creaking as the door opens. your head remains low, staring down at the dirt, trying to blame and bury all your pain.

"hey, hey… what's wrong?" regto asks, brows furrowing in a concerned manner as he rubs his hands on your shoulders soothingly.

without responding, you couldn't stop your body from letting go of its weight and falling forward against his chest. regto remains firm, letting silence comfort you as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close with a reassuring presence.

he strokes your back, as your own arms wrap around his waist, as tight as you could, because tonight is the last night you could. you take a deep breath, breathing him in before finally pulling away, your face painted with guilt.

but you didn't want to waste a second.

"i'm getting married." you blurted out, using every last bit of courage in you to keep your eyes on his.

his eyes widen, the lines on his forehead creasing as he frowned, "what?"

"my mother is forcing me." you elaborated, your gaze finally falling away and dropping to the ground.

regto stares at you, jaw tight as he processed your words, thinking of how to respond, but before he could, you interrupt his train of thought.

"so… i wanted to ask if…" you start, eyes darting from corner to corner as heat flushes up your face, "i want to give you my first." you look up at him, trying to shove the fear down your throat.

you don't have time to be nervous.

"what? what do you mean?" he counters, posture slightly relaxing as his fists loosen, his swirling emotions coming to a halt from your sudden statement.

"my virginity." you elaborate.

he chuckles at the abruptness, but what he's feeling isn't worthy of a laugh. "what?" he blends the word into his laugh, "are you going crazy?"

"regto, please, for my peace of mind." you beg, stepping forward, forcing him to step into creatively littered room, "i don't want to give it to that random guy!" you plead, stressing the value it holds for you.

you lean closer, "regto, don't you love me?" you murmur as he steps back, until the back of his thighs hit the worn out couch.

"h-hey…" he stammers, raising his hands to sit on your shoulders once more, this time softer, more careful, "that's a big thing to ask for from me, and knowing that you're getting married…" he trails off.

you press your hand against his chest, your gaze desperate, "regto…" you breathe out his name like a prayer, "please…"

hesitance paints his face as you could practically see the cogs and gears turning in his head, a tense silence falling between you both.

it feels wrong.

he knows it's wrong.

but his body's saying it's right.

he sighs, his fingers moving up to your jaw, "under one condition, okay?" he smiles gently, palm stroking your hair as his eyes grazed over every crevice of your face, committing it to memory, for this might be the last time he'd ever see you.

you nod.

"never try to see me ever again."

your eyes widen at his words, "what?" you echo in parallel to his confusion earlier, "what do you mean?"

"i don't want you to waste your time on something that'll never happen—us." he explained bluntly, eyes darkened with regret and a bittersweet sparkle.

"move on from whatever–" he gestures between the both of you, "this is, and live your future. even if it isn't what you want, there's no point in getting hung up on something that'll never happen." he speaks calmly, softly.

your eyes stare into his, darting from one to the other as you searched for a hint of remorse for what he just said.

"i'm serious." he continues, tone laced with finality.

you stay silent for a few moments before finally taking a deep, hesitant breath, feeling your limbs wobble under the thought's weight. "fine, okay." you agree bitterly, almost angrily as you take a step back.

he, of course, notices this as his chest caves with regret, "well, rudo's out for tonight, trash hunting, he said." he starts, trying to ease the tension in the air, "so don't be cautious."

a small pout curled into your lips as you try to get your bitter feeling across, "sure."

he sighs, rubbing the back of his head before walking towards you, a finger neatly tucking a strand of hair from your face, then trailing down your cheek, then cupping your jaw. "you know i just want the best for you, right?"

you keep your eyes away from him.

his hand gently turns your head towards him, "look at me, please?" he pleads softly, voice coming out in a tender whine as a thumb rubs against your jaw.

hesitantly, you look up at him, eyes angry yet desperate. he lets a few moments of silence fall between the both of you before he leans closer, gaze flicking to your lips.

"can i?" he whispers, breath hot against your skin.

you subtly nod, and with the permission, his lips finally touch yours. you feel sparks rush across your skin from the contact, his hands gently support the back of your head and neck as your own hugs around his sides, and palms hung on his shoulder blades.

slowly, he turns the both of you, his one hand making its journey down your sides as he carefully lays you down the couch. his lips greedily claim yours, like he's marking his territory.

you feel heat pool low in your gut, an itching ache for some sort of relief as he settles his limbs on top of you, legs in between yours. he pulls away, leaving your lips cold and empty.

the sudden coldness makes your jaw tighten, and your body needy, but you stay quiet. "i'll… take these off now, okay?" he asks kindly, index hooking into the waistband of your pajamas.

"o-okay…" you nervously reply, gulping as you watch his hands begin to undress you with fragile care, "what made you love me?" he abruptly asks as he slowly slides the fabric down your legs.

your breath hitches at the sudden question. "that's… random." you start, and he lets out a hollow chuckle, "well… you're so incredibly kind, no one's ever seen me past what i should be…" you explain as the pads of his fingers teasingly slide up your bare legs.

"a-and uhm," you stammer, trying to keep yourself together, "you're… selfless, and of course… good looking." the last one makes your eyes look away, and you hear a more genuine chuckle from him as his hands softly pull your thighs apart.

"that's nice to hear," he smiles, leaning closer to place a kiss just under your jaw, "i'll start nice and slow, okay?" he hums, fingers pushing your underwear to the side.

then, carefully, you feel a finger push inside you. a low, quiet mewl slips from your lips as your palms grip at his arm. "hey… what's wrong?" he immediately asks as your legs tense and your back arches. 

"n-no… it just feels a little weird…" you stammer, your cheeks flushing a hot red as you feel your breath fall out of rhythm.

"okay, just tell me when you want to stop." he mutters before starting to thrust his finger into you with a careful pace, curling against your untouched walls.

a low, satisfied chuckle rumbles from his throat, "how cute… you're already so wet, all because of me?" he asks, voice sly and teasing as he looks at you, a cocky grin on his lips.

your hand covers your mouth as you turn your head shyly, melting his heart even more. "okay… i'll add a second one, okay?" he announces with a questioning tone, you nod.

and he pushes another finger in—his ring—now curling both inside you, hitting just that right spot that spilled white sparks and stars into the back of your eyes. a wanton moan slips from your lips as you grip the sheets, your body growing hot, and impatient.

"shh, shh… be patient…" he whispers, feeling your desperation as he thrusts his fingers into you, occasionally spreading them a bit to help you get used to the feeling.

"please… regto… this isn't enough…" you whimper weakly, squirming as you tried to increase the friction. he smiles, "i don't want to rush this, i want to make it special for you."

"i'm ready, please… do it already." you begged, needy and whiny as you stare up at him, brows furrowed in frustration and eagerness.

he looks down at you for a few moments before sighing, then taking his fingers put with a wet pop, leaving you empty. you mewl quietly at the loss of his fingers as he puts them in his mouth, sucking your fluids off.

"you're as sweet as i expected." he praises before bringing his hands to the waistband of his pants, unbuckling and undoing it.

"easy, i can feel your eyes practically piercing through me sweetheart." he chuckles, feeling your eyes dragging over him like a starving lioness.

"i can't help it, you're taking too long." you frown, staring up at him as he pulls the fabric off with a soft grunt, "hasn't your dear old mother taught you that patience is a virtue?" he laughs, voice dripping with sarcasm.

you click your tongue at him, rolling your eyes, "don't talk about my mom right now." you lightly scold him before your eyes fall onto the bulging print through his boxers.

heat rushes up your neck, a flushed red painting your cheeks as you gulp. he smiles, "you wanna take a peek?" he teases, finger tugging on the elastic of his underwear.

you nod nervously, sitting up on your elbows and reaching one hand out. your fingers shyly pull at the waistband, lower, and lower, until you finally see the tip of his arousal.

it was an aching pinkish mauve, small beads of precum already forming at the slit as he frowns, your innocence sending a wave of pleasure through him that he knows he shouldn't be feeling.

"go on, touch it." he urges softly, looking down at you with a patient gaze.

you blink, staring up at him, hoping for some more direction than a vague "do-what-you-want" statement. he gets this, and so he slides the cloth the rest of the way down, revealing the hardened length in full view.

a breath catches in your throat as you stare at it, only for a hand on yours to bring you back to reality, "here," he softly starts, bringing your hand up to the head of his cock.

"wrap your fingers around me…" he hums, guiding your fingers to hug the girth of his tip, "and just…" he brings it down, stroking himself slowly with your hand with a low groan, "stroke."

he lets go of your hands expectantly, and you begin to slowly follow the way he did it, your hands stroking up and down, from the shaft to the head, slow and gentle as he taught.

he hisses, watching as you found your way of doing it, "good job…" he purred with a low, proud laugh, "natural, aren't ya?" he jokes.

"but i think it's time for the main event, don't you?" he hums, cupping your cheek and rubbing a thumb against your warm skin.

you look up at him.

fuck.

that desperate look of innocence.

it sends a shot of pleasure right through his nerves.

"okay, just lay back." he gently uncurls your fingers from his cock, and cradling your back with an arm as the other rests on your hip, his gentle strength pushing you down against the cushions.

"there…" his hand lifts off your hip to guide his own dick, lining it up against your eager hole, "ready?" he asks, eyes staring into yours, awaiting permission.

"mhm… j-just go slow first…" you remind, curling up against him as your palms grip onto his arm.

"of course."

and then, slowly, he pushes into you. you let out a broken whine as you feel the tip push past your entrance, "shh, shh… hey, are you okay?" he asks, concern etched into his features as he freezes his body for a moment.

"y-yeah… it's just- it feels so full." you stammer, walls subconsciously tightening around him. he hisses, trying to calm himself as he nods, "okay, just a little more, and i'll be fully inside." he reassures.

"okay…" you breathe, feeling the rest of his length invade your untouched pussy, inch by inch, strained mewls catch in your throat as your nails dig crescents into the flesh of his arms.

with a grunt, regto lets go of his cock as he's finally buried himself in you. "okay, do you still… need time or should i move?" he plants one elbow on one side of your head as his free hand come back to your hip.

"you can… move." you huff out, breathless as your body was desperately trying to accommodate for the foreign sensation and size.

"you sure?"

"mhm…"

"okay then…" he murmurs before slowly pulling out, then grinding his hips back into you, a gentle, careful pace as you feel his cock drag itself in and out of your cunt.

"r-regto…" you whine quietly, "yeah?" he whispers, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he keeps a steady rhythm.

"c-can you go faster?"

his brows raise subtly from your request, "you sure?"

"yes- i… i can take it, this isn't enough." you boldly elaborated.

"oh- okay then… if you say so."

he tucks a hair behind your ear, "just tell me if it hurts okay?" he murmurs as he finally heeds to your request, thrusts gradually increasing pace.

your grip on his arms tighten as you feel the foreign sensation overload your nerves, almost short circuiting them as your body shakes under him.

"r-regto… there's this weird feeling…" you whimper, glazed eyes looking up at him with a confused pleasure as your legs begin to tremble, an unfamiliar yet welcome sensation forming in your gut as your body starts to heat up.

"shh… it's okay, don't be scared," he reassures as he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your eyes, "i'm right here."

low, soft mewls endlessly fall from your lips as you feel that end draw closer and closer, "ngh… regto-!" you squeeze at his arms once more as your back arches, euphoria washing over you.

a low groan slips from his tongue as you feel his cock twitch inside you, in an attempt to keep himself from spilling over. "there, there… you did so good." he hums before slowly pulling himself out.

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my love!!!

absolutely love your work and the way you write! would love to request a room 3 with female reader x tamsy. the reader drinks with all of the cleaners after a mission and do truth or dare. gets dared to kiss tamsy and you two get caught up in the moment and goes farther! (friends to lovers and it’s a little voyeristic i know) i leave it in your hands 🤍🤌🏽

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꩜ .ᐟ bottle triggered sober thoughts ִ ࣪𖤐

── .✦ 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: after a mission, the cleaners decides to have yet another drinking party. leading to a game of spin the bottle, hosted by august. coincidentally, it lands on you and tamsy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: drunk activities . blowjob . face fuck . brief fingering

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this should NOT have taken a month and i'm so sorry ab that 😭😭😭

wc: 2.6k

after a back-breaking day of slicing through trash beasts and emotionally unstable clumps of garbage, the second you all stepped through the safe doors of headquarters, you all shared the same thought.

to have a drinking party, of course!

and so here you all are, in the food hall with empty bottles scattered all over the tables and empty plates sitting idly among all the noise.

enjin downs his third bottle in 30 minutes, and he's starting to drag his words with that lazy smirk on his face.

zanka's barely touched his shot glass, half of it still full.

you being lost in conversation and both the food and drinks laid bare before you, so much so that you're barely comprehending what surrounds you.

the kids stayed at the other end of the hall around the corner and being out of sight from the party.

riyo watches over the rest as she gulfs down food, santa occasionally snatching some wrapped candies from rudo when he wasn't looking as he was talking with amo, guita biting through some tough meat, and fuu awkwardly sitting across from all of them.

how peaceful… in contrast to the actual chaos taking place right now.

"hey guys!" august calls out, his voice cutting through the thick clamor, "why don't we make this a little more fun and play spin the bottle with a side of truth or dare?"

he smiles, with an expectant expression. "that'd be fun." a smooth, sly voice from beside you supports the idea—tamsy.

"see, tamsy gets it!" he chuckles, raising his hands absentmindedly, "okay… let's start!" he carelessly grabs one of enjin's empty bottles, as his arms move aside the plates from the center of the table.

he sets the bottle down on the empty space, "ready?" he asks, scanning the small crowd before looking back down.

without mind to whatever objections the members had, he spun the bottle.

you sat awkwardly, waiting for the bottle to stop, watching it slow down, getting closer to you…

but to your surprise, it moved just past you and tamsy, and pointed at delmon.

everyone—well except a few—erupted into a cheer, with august's arms flailing around to silence, "okay, okay! shh! now…" he leans forward on the table as he stares at delmon.

"truth or dare?" august asks with an over-dramatic anticipatory tone.

"hmm," delmon hummed, "dare!!" he loudly shouts, almost no air to spare for his lungs.

"okay! eat that one chicken over there in 30 seconds," august points over to the whole untouched chicken at the end of the table, "penalty is you'll have to clean all this up!" he then circles a finger over the cluttered table.

"deal!" the tall built man yells again as he reaches for the plate.

"okay, ready?!" august yells as if he's about to flag some horse race, "3! 2! 1! go!"

and on cue, delmon locks the fuck in. he rips the leg from the body and gulfs it in in one bite, then the other leg.

"18 seconds!" august announces.

delmon huffs before grabbing the main body and tearing it in half, starting with one side, his canines dig into the meat.

"13!"

he nips on the last strand of flesh on the bones, then starting with the other half, a vein visibly protruding from his forehead as he chomps off.

"5! 4! 3!"

he throws down the bones and stands to roar in victory, everybody watches in surprise, mixed with a sort of fear as august laughs.

"great! that's a talent right there!" he jokes.

"i can do any dare!" delmon confidently shouts as he sits back down, crossing his arms.

"okay… next!" august wraps his hands around the bottle once more and looks up at the members once again, "now, the next is…!"

the bottle turns ominously on the table, slowing down, bit, by bit…

eyes are now flickering towards you.

and it clicks, the head of the bottle is now accusingly pointed at you, giving way for your embarrassment.

"ah! the princess of the cleaners!" august announces exaggeratedly, "truth or dare?"

you don't know if it's the alcohol in your system, or your conscious mind separating from your soul, but—

"dare."

you say.

"of course! always so brave!" august sneaks in a praise before he playfully taps on his chin, cooking up a risky one.

his eyes lock onto you as he does so, but after a few moments, his gaze drags on over to the man to your right—tamsy.

"i have a great one…" he grins mischievously, "i dare you…" his index finger points to you, "to kiss the person to your right!"

you lazily turn your head to the left—

"over here, dear."

that familiar buttery voice calls as you feel a touch—fingers—gently press against your jaw to crank your head to the right.

your eyes widen as they meet with a pair of pale irises, and that same enigmatic smile that always pulled at your curiosity.

"do we just…" your eyes flutter across the eager eyes just… staring at the both of you, then back to him as you feel heat creep up your neck and spread across your cheeks.

"by the way, you'd have the same penalty i said earlier," august butts in as he points up with one hand, "sorry- continue."

"you don't wanna clean up such a mess do you?" he speaks, with that tone that caresses your ear just right.

he leans closer, tilting his head as he waits for your reply expectantly, almost seeming to know what it'd be.

your attention briefly turns to the table, yeah, you're not cleaning all that.

"okay…" you breathe out as you feel everyone's attention heavy on your skin, "i'll take the dare." you stated, just loud enough for everyone else to hear.

his lips stretch slightly into a somewhat victorious smile before he nods as a signal before pulling closer, his hands moving up to rest at the back of your neck.

not a single soul around the table moves as they watch you both.

your lips finally touch, and you feel a sense of desperation rise in your nerves, craving more.

his eyes open for a moment to catch a glimpse of you, though still in the act. your eyes were closed, feeling each graze of his tongue.

everyone's faces begin to contort with surprise, anticipation, and some being even cringed out.

"uh… should we stop them?" enjin muttered.

"maybe we should just leave?" semiu recommends, her arms crossed.

he gently sucks on your lips as his fingers grip tighter onto your hair, your breath going ragged as your own fingers clawed at his back, nails digging into the tough fabric.

"did they always have this much… tension?" enjin whispered.

august butts in, though his voice is quieter and more polite than usual, "guys… i think you should get a room…"

he goes unheard by both you and tamsy as you slowly shift, your leg rising to overlap over his, with you now sitting in his lap.

"eugh…" zanka blurts out as he turns his head away, "you know what, i'm going to check on the kids…" he murmurs as he stands to leave the table.

"seriously… someone should stop them." follo comments as his eyes flickered over to the other members.

you feel fingers trail down your spine, to stop at your hips, only for your lips to feel the warm yet empty breeze hit it as tamsy pulls away.

"they're all watching," he smirks, loving the way your chest rises and falls, the way your cheeks are all flushed and pink, and that needy look in your eyes, "do you wanna continue?" he asks, thumb rubbing on the hill of your hip.

your neck lazily cranks itself up and looking left and right, seeing the mixed emotions on everyone's faces, the silence in the room being enough to snap you sober.

"o-oh-" you stammer, clumsily moving to get off of him, "s-sorry, i guess i… i got carried away." you clear your throat, dusting off your clothes.

tamsy smiles at you as he keeps one hand on your back, leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "we can continue this in private if you want." his breath caresses your skin as his thumb rubs against your clothed back once more.

your back hits the wall of your personal room as you feel the warm wetness of his lips greedily lap over your neck, his fingers skillfully, with a calm pace, travel down your spine.

"what a naughty little thing you are…" he chuckles against your throat before his lips trail up your jaw, then your cheek, "who could've known?"

his index tugs at the waistband of your bottoms, seeking permission. you nod at him as your arms lazily sat on his shoulders, a giddy grin plastered on your face shimmying your hips, helping him take them off.

"you smell so good… surprising since we're almost always surrounded by trash." you hummed, feeling the cold air graze over your now bare skin.

"well, thank you, how kind." he smiles, "i'll touch you here, okay?" he whispers softly, not asking, just alerting you. his fingers tracing your dripping folds as a soft mewl slips out of you.

"you're so wet already…" he chuckles, rubbing the sensitive nub as he leans to your ear, nipping at its lobe, and again, he announces his next move, "i'll push a finger in, okay?"

he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your cheek before you feel skin push past your entrance. "mhm…" he hums, "you loved the attention earlier didn't you?" he teases, his fingertips rolling gently inside you, pushing against your clenching walls.

he feels your nails claw at his shoulders, "t-tamsy…" you whine his name, desperation rolling off your tongue like drool as you feel your knees wobble under you.

"can't even deny it sweetheart, your body is answering for you." he jokes, his voice soft and sly. "let's take this to the bed, shall we?" but it wasn't a question, he never asks, he just does.

with that, he pulls his fingers with a shlick, then briefly bringing them up to your lips, "a good girl cleans up after herself no?" he smiles with that signature humble cockiness.

with dazed eyes, your eyes flicker from his glossy fingers then up to him before darting out your tongue to glide it across the wet digits, then engulfing it into your mouth to suck your fluids off.

a lewd pop echoes across the room ass you pull away, your breath hot as he gives you a reassuring smile. without warning, he walks towards the bed, then taking a seat with his knees wide, inviting.

an expectant expression paints his face as he pats his thigh, "or would you rather kneel first?" he grins, tilting his head as he calmly unbuttons his shirt, then pulling the ties from his hair, letting it drape loose over his back.

"come on, are you getting cold feet?" he laughs, running a hand through his hair.

maybe you're finally sobering up, or nervous about disappointing him, or something else, but either way, you swallow whatever it is that's keeping your feet in place and hesitantly walk toward him.

"that's it." he drawls.

you then slowly, gently plant your knees on the floor just between his legs. his cold hands find your cheek, thumb rubbing tenderly as his gaze remains enigmatic.

"mm, so you wanna do it like this, hm?" he starts, "why don't you go ahead and undo my pants for me, sweetheart?" he asks, but you know it's an instruction.

sheepishly, your fingers tug at the zipper, pulling it down as you feel his hardening bulge hot under your skin. you feel your breath grow heavier, and he seems to take notice of this.

"nervous?" he teases, "don't be, i know you'll do well." he praises softly, his hands traveling to your scalp to stroke your locks.

your muscles tense at his words. "don't worry! i'll guide you, dear." he adds as he slightly lifts his hips to let you slip his pants, along with his underwear, just low enough—just around his knees—to let his length bounce into view.

his smirk finally falls as he shuts his eyes briefly, feeling the charged air graze his sensitive skin. he lets out a calculated sigh, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you look up at him with eager eyes.

"first, just… lick it from the base to the head," his palm now moves to cradle the back of your head, firm but not forceful. and so, you obey.

the warm wetness of your tongue sends shivers across his skin as you follow his directions, "mhm… just like that," he whispers reassuringly, "after… you just slowly push it into your mouth, take as much… as you can." he continues, his thumb rubbing small circles at the base of your skull.

once again, you fulfill his instructions, your lips stretching obscenely around the girth of his cock. he hisses, fingers tightening within your hair ever so slightly before loosening. "you're doing so good, sweetheart." he hums.

"now… just… move," he says gently, almost infantilizing, "however you think is right."

your lashes flicker up towards him, your expression nervous. what if you disappoint? what if he won't feel good?

"don't worry… again, i know you'll do well, okay?" he murmurs.

after a few moments, you begin to bob your head, as wide as you can as you keep your tongue pressed against the underside, sucking. lewd, wet noises bounce off the walls as you feel the tip reach the back of your throat.

"that's it…" he whispered breathlessly, keeping his watchful gaze on you, taking in your concentrated expression, the way your brows crinkle as you desperately try to take him.

you feel his length twitch inside the warm embrace of your mouth, "haah…" he huffs, his thumb wiping away a stray tear threatening to fall from the corner of your eye, "your mouth feels amazing…"

"keep going, i'm almost there." he hums, his hips beginning to slowly move on their own, "you can… stay still now, i'll do the rest." he smiles, now bringing his previously idle hand to the struggling column of your throat.

his gaze hardens as he begins to thrust into your throat, starting slow, but the pressure of his fingers pressing against your throat makes it harder than it already is.

your own hands slide up his knees, resting on the top of his thigh, squeezing at the flesh as you try accommodate for his girth and thrusts.

"it's okay, shh…" he coos, "just a little more." his eyes narrow slightly, along with his brows crunching as his hips begin to move faster, your nose bumping against his pelvis with each ram.

your throat convulses around him, but it only makes him go faster, "mm… your throat is tightening around me. are you trying to memorize my shape?" he teases as he feels his pleasure quickly building at the base of his stomach.

"be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?" he hisses through a tense jaw and strained smile before keeping you locked against his cock.

you feel a warm, salty-sweet essence shoot down your throat as you hear a low groan from the man above you, "don't waste a single drop, okay, sweetheart?" he mutters as his thumb strokes the back of your head, though still keeping you gagged against him.

"mmf…" he savors the pleasure of you, feeling each inch of your mouth as he empties himself down your throat.

after a few moments, he finally loosens and you immediately pull yourself off, sputtering and choking—though he keeps his hands guarded on the base of your neck. "you did so well." he praises, tidying loose strands of hair, combing through them as his eyes flick to your lips.

"you really swallowed it all huh?"

[siasthoughts]

guys should i participate in kinktober omg

[siasthoughts]

guys i'll be putting the reqs on hold for a few days bcz of exams :)

[siasthoughts]

First, I adore your work, been reading it all afternoon! If you've got time I'd like to request room 3 with me and Gris in a friends to lovers situation? I was thinking something with it being painfully obvious to everyone that Gris is flirting but reader (fem, btw) is oblivious to it until he dumbs it down for her? (I'm not ashamed to admit that I am both deaf and blind when it comes to signals lmfao) TY <3

꩜ .ᐟ 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𖤐

── .✦ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐱 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐑!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: to your awfully oblivious self, you keep missing the shots that gris attempts to shoot, until one fateful day where after training with him, hq arranges a meeting (which was actually important) in which you both get teased at at the end, leaving gris to finally confess directly.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: awfully long 😭 . lowkey slowburn for a oneshot . oblivious reader . cunnilingus (i know he a munch) . gentle sex . constant checks . intimate sex 🤤 . very implied aftercare . MISSIONARY

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: HII OP i’m so sorry for taking so long omg i made literally like 3 drafts for this, because i didn’t know how to set the plot up, and i just went with the one i liked the most. i also haven’t written in a while and i’m lowkey out of my element. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY!!!! (gris' voice in the anime actually has me in a fucking chokehold)

wc: 4.7k (i had too much fun towards the end sori...)

you've been working as a cleaner, in hopes to do something with your life. that's what is promised to cleaners anyway.

everyone's so nice! especially this one guy, gris, gris rubion. tall, blonde, extremely kind-hearted to everyone.

he's so kind that the way he holds your hand when he helps you train with your vital instrument is so soft… the way he speaks so gently to you… is all so… friendly and kind!

you panted, hands planted firmly on your knees as sweat dropped onto the concrete, and your vital instrument tightly clenched within one fist.

"are you okay?" gris asked, walking over to you, barely even out of breath as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"no, yeah, yeah, i'm fine." you rasped out, standing up straight as you wiped some sweat off your forehead.

you asked the boss—corvus—if there was anyone on the team that was free who could help train with you, and coincidentally, gris was.

and now, for the past hour and a half, you've been fighting him, with all your strength, but his dodges and counter attacks have been nothing but just short of flawless.

"how about let's rest for a while and get a snack inside?" he smiles softly, his voice caring. damn, was he even trying?

"that sounds… good." you chuckle breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath.

he pats your shoulder, "okay then, let's head inside." his fingers slide off as he turns to head back inside headquarters.

you follow, your instrument quickly fading away into specks of dust as you step back into the comfort of the main building, with semiu greeting you with a quiet nod as she flipped through her… usual magazines.

"is there anything specific you want?" gris asks as you both walk along the peaceful halls, making your way towards the food hall.

"well… i've been craving some sweets and some steamed potatoes…" you respond, your voice sounding like a pondering thought.

he chuckles at your response. "okay, candies and steamed potatoes it is then. though that is kind of an odd combination." he jokes along as you both get to the food hall.

"well, what isn't odd in this place?" you clap back wittily, with a sense of arrogance in your reply.

"mm, well, you're right. anyway, just take a seat, i'll get the food." he hums reassuringly, patting your shoulders once more before turning to part from your path.

you walk towards a nearby table, leaning forward as you rested your arms on the creaky wood. "are we gonna go back to training after this?" you ask, turning your head towards him as he arranges two plates.

"do you want to?" he returns the question as he carries the plates over.

you groan with exhaustion, letting your head fall low onto the table with a soft thud, "not really…"

he laughs teasingly, "okay then… we can… do something else if you like." he shrugs as he sits in front of you.

you look up and slowly fix your posture, pulling your plate towards yourself. your eyes widen as your remember a thought, "oh right, isn't there gonna be team meeting later?"

"oh right, i forgot about that." he huffs, "it's in a few minutes, we should get there early, let's hurry up."

you nod, taking bites of the potatoes.

after you both finish, gris puts the used plates into the designated 'dirty dishes area,' you navigate the halls once more.

"you're adjusting to this place pretty well, aren't you?" he praises, turning his head towards you.

"yeah, well, i think i get along with people pretty well." you confidently spoke, nodding flamboyantly.

"well, you are very skilled, and not to mention, very… beautiful." the last word comes out a bit quieter, "you are basically the deal package." he summarizes with a soft smile and a complementary laugh.

you chuckle obliviously, "yeah, i know." you shoot back cockily.

when walking through the corridor that'd lead to the meeting room, other members catch up behind you.

you can hear teasing giggles and whispers sound from them, gris looks back and unknowingly places a hand on your hip.

"someone's going to pass." he murmurs calmly and instinctively, pulling you closer to him as you suddenly feel a presence rush by you.

you recognize the figure from his small stature and monotone white hair, with black streaked ends, "sorry!" the figure yells as the voice quickly fades out into the distance.

"rudo's always just doing something, huh?" you sigh, not noticing his hand lingering on you for a second too long. 

"yeah… boss told him to come earlier than others since they had something new about his instrument, but i guess he ends up arriving at the same time as the others anyway." gris responds and finally letting his hand fall away.

finally you both arrive at the meeting hall, with most of the members already there. you earn a few glances before people fall back into their conversations.

"let's sit here." he suggests, his fingers gently pushing against your back to guide you towards a pair of chairs.

the sight turns heads, but before their mouths could run a few teasing remarks and whispers, corvus enters the room with rudo.

rudo's face held an expression of disappointment, but under that was his second nature of confident determination.

"okay, we just found out something new about rudo's vital instrument—" corvus starts.

but honestly, you never really listened to these meetings… not because you hated them, or the people, no, nothing like that.

you just seemed to prefer learning more about things when you come face-to-face with it directly or by experience.

your thoughts were cut short, "are you bored?" a voice—gris—whispers into your ear, his words isolated from all the chatter around you.

"kinda, yeah…" you respond with a tone of disappointment, and a strained yawn.

"wanna head out for a bit? i get the gist of the mission anyway." he suggests, pulling back just a bit.

"no… i feel bad for just leaving mid-meeting." you let out a quiet, nervous laugh as you scratch the back of your head.

"okay, that's understandable." he huffs, pulling away. but as he does so, an arm slithers around your shoulders, his fingers rubbing against their edges.

kindly, you lean into his embrace, shifting closer to him as you tried to listen into the important conversations.

tomme, just off to your side with follo, cocks her head towards you both. her elbows nudge against follo, and her voice coming out in a relaxed, unsuspecting tone.

"hey, look." she starts, "how does she not see all his efforts?" she mutters to follo, her words mixed with both concern and light-hearted tease.

"she must be blind," follo adds with a strained chuckle, "i feel bad for gris, he keeps shooting such good shots but the hoop keeps moving."

tomme couldn't help but snicker at the comment, but their words go ignored and buried under heavier and louder voices of the members.

"what about the rookie? we could use this chance to see how much she's improved." semiu offers an idea, her eyes locked onto you.

your body jolts awake at her suggestion, you instinctively clear your throat, "y-yes? what's my job?" 

semiu shuts her eyes for a moment with a sigh, and corvus next to her with a calm smile that's almost laughing, in much contrast with the conversation at hand.

"you'll be playing defense for rudo's team, support their moves and try to diverge incoming attacks." she repeats, her tone exasperated and lazy.

"oh, okay…" you respond excitedly, nodding.

"that's the spirit," gris tenderly smiles at you as his thumb continues to gently circle the blades of your shoulder, "people like you get far, you know." 

"i'm just doing my job." your lips curl into a childish grin.

"yeah, i know," he shrugs, "but you do it in a way that infects others, you know?", he cautiously speaks, picking his words with care.

"when i'm around you… my sense of purpose becomes even stronger, in a way." he vaguely explains as his fingers slide over to the ends of your hair, fiddling with the strands carefully.

you stay silent for a few moments, not knowing how to perceive or reply to his words.

"that's… cool," the response comes out bland, "i- uhm… didn't know i have that effect on people." you continue with that same, indifferent smile.

your mind sets this off as an another compliment, a little odd, but still just a compliment nonetheless. well, at least that's what your brain says.

"—okay, everyone, meeting over. now we can focus on what's happening over there in the back." corvus announces placidly with finality as he crosses his arms, his lips painted into that same nonchalant smile.

your neck snaps towards corvus, and everyone's eyes now focused on you, and well, gris.

gris coughs, and pulled his arm away, not with haste but more so embarrassed acceptance.

after all, he—and everyone—knows that it's practically just you who doesn't see it at this point.

"huh? what- what do you mean?" you raise a brow, completely unaware of their implications.

the room stays painfully silent for the next few moments, with eyes only blinking at you. the silence breaks as an innocent, unmindful voice breaks the silence.

"amo can see that gris likes you!" she exclaims, her fingers clasped together as her eyes dart between the both of you.

"what?" your stomach flips at the words as your head turns back to gris, with his palms rubbing against his knees.

"let's uh- let's go outside?" he suggests, his face slightly flushed as he takes a deep breath.

"wait, is what they're saying true?" you raise a brow, your tone sounding accusing.

"let's talk about it outside…" he pushes the suggestion, standing to his feet and reaching out a hand for you.

"okay…" you reply suspiciously as you take his hand and followed him out with the room slowly growing louder with chuckles, whispers and laughs.

gris shuts the door behind him and faced you, your face confused and curious. 

"they're joking aren't they?" you laughed out before he could start, "and plus, amo's probably misinterpreting things." you shrug.

"don't worry, this won't change anything between us!" you continue, patting his shoulder.

his fingers firmly wrap around your wrist, it wasn't harsh, it was instead just a small, silent request to let him speak.

your eyes widen for a moment before your lips fall shut, nodding to let him talk.

"they're just… stating the obvious." gris starts, "and… they're right."

his words practically just squeezed your heart.

"i've been trying to show you… but i don't know… none of the stuff i do seem to work." he rubs the back of his neck as his eyes trace the cracks on the ground.

"i… like you."

the three words snap everything into place in your head, all those glances, those compliments, those offers.

"wait… seriously?"

"yes, seriously."

your body freezes, so you weren't alone in this feeling?

the feeling of your stomach just twisting itself whenever you're near him, whenever your eyes meet by chance, and that ache in your bones of just wanting— or maybe needing to be near him.

the rare comfort he brings to all this chaos of a world, it naturally just brings anyone in, and you find yourself to be so drawn to his peace.

but he, he's drawn to your chaos, your spontaneous soul, the positive life you bring among all the sorrow.

"now, i don't expect you to return the feelings nor will i force you—"

"what do you mean?" you interrupt, "i feel the same way!" you smile at him, eyes beaming with excitement.

"wait, are you being serious?"he asks, as he couldn't help the giddy smile creeping onto his face.

"yes!" you exclaim, rushing to have your arms wrapped around him.

some nosy ears suddenly falls through the door with a loud slam, august.

with the door now blown wide open, everyone stands crumpled up awkwardly, standing at the door.

august scrambles to stand up, dusting off his clothes hurriedly. "hey~!" he opens his arms for the both of you, "we toootally weren't listening!" he says with over exaggerated enthusiasm.

with one arm over gris, and one over you, august congratulates you both, "well, we're all really, reaaally happy for both of you!"

he lowers his voice, "not like we all just saw it coming…"

"anyway, great job, gris! for finally catching the flopping fish!" august laughs, patting gris' shoulders.

after all the awkward greetings and praises, everyone's finally retreated to their own rooms and spaces, and you, went with gris to his room.

he sighs as he shuts and locks the door. you've been to each other's room quite a number of times already, so this really isn't anything new.

you slump yourself down onto his bed, your weight sinking into the familiar mattress.

he slowly, cautiously walks over to you. "so… when did your… feelings start?" he asks, sitting next to you.

"well i'm not even really sure, i just one day realized how different i felt around you." you said with that calmness that was in-character.

he nods with thought, "well… i don't know how you haven't been noticing all my attempts, when everyone else has." he laughs almost dejectedly.

"sorry," you apologize with a nervous smile, "i just don't really like assuming things… and i'll be honest- i really don't understand these things until they're shoved in my face." you turn to him.

he chuckles, shrugging, "well, that i can tell, and learned about the hard way."

you laugh along at his comment, "well… so what do you want to do about it now?" you ask, your eyes burning into his.

his gaze challenges yours as his chest heaves with a quiet breath, his fingers silently inching towards yours.

silence flares between you both as you keep your eyes locked on each other. the skin of his fingertip finally touches yours, and a warmth bursts from that point.

"…can i?"

he asks softly, quietly, just barely audible, filled with barely restrained urges.

"of course."

you respond with a teasing smile, the same smile that had him head over heels in the first place. 

he sucks in a staggered breath through his teeth before his body finally leans towards you, one hand reaching for the back of your neck.

he starts with a simple, plain kiss, an innocent hug between both your lips.

a few more pecks as he commits the taste of your lips into his mind, then his greed starts to seep through.

his kisses start to become more conquering, his weight beginning to softly push you down against the bed.

he pulls away for a moment, slightly out of breath, "is this okay? is it too much?" he asks, his eyes seeking for some sort of reassurance in yours.

"no, it's okay, it's okay." you reassure him delicately as you wrap your own arms around his neck.

he smiles, content with your response as his other free hand cradles the hill of your hip, his lips back on yours.

"can i take these off?" he huffs as he looks down, his fingers hooked onto the belt of your pants, asking for permission before raising his head to look back up at you.

you nod in agreement, your hands finding their own comfort in his light blonde locks, fiddling with the strands.

sounds of clothes rustling and belts unbuckling echoed across the walls as he helped you out of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear.

"you're… truly so… perfect." he mutters the praise as he traces his fingers along the lines of your body, splaying out across the planes and feeling your warmth.

he straightens himself above you, pulling back as his hands slip off of you momentarily, only to move to the zipper of his clothes.

he feels your attention locked onto him, so he slows is movements a bit, each shift of his fingers deliberate.

your neck bobs as you swallow your anticipation, watching as he slowly undressed.

first, sliding his jacket off his arms, and then, pulling his shirt over his head. you marvel at his body, but not surprised. after all, where would all that strength come from?

next, his belt. his hands sliding across the leather with practiced skill, so obviously teasing you.

your jaw tenses, growing impatient before deciding to reach out for it yourself, making gris jerk back a bit.

your own hands deftly undo the belt, ripping it from the loops, and throwing it onto the floor with a soft clang. 

"you were taking too long." you complained as your hands went over to the zipper of his pants.

he chuckles at your brashness, "you're so straightforward," he comments, "i like that."

you roll your eyes playfully as you pull his pants away, leaving him only in his boxers.

you can see the hard imprint already under the fabric, pleading to be let out.

"i've been waiting so long." he mutters, slowly leaning down, taking his sweet time and savoring each second.

he settles himself in between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours before flicking down to the damp heat of your arousal.

he hooks your legs just over his shoulders as his fingers trail the wet trail along your panties, "is all this because of me?" he asks, a hint of cockiness in his tone.

"isn't it obvious?" you reply, rolling your eyes with a teasing grin.

your fingers tangle themselves within his hair, playing with it as you ready yourself for whatever he was about to do.

he shrugs at your reply, a giddy smile painting his face as he hooks his finger into your underwear, sliding it down your legs, inch by painful inch.

you feel your breath grow heavier, your patience growing thin as you stare down at him.

"well aren't you taking your sweet time?" you hiss lowly through gritted teeth.

"it's a taste of your own medicine." he retorts as he finally pulls your underwear off your legs.

you couldn't find it in yourself to snap a quick comeback, because, well he was right. you had him wait for a while, even though it was so obvious what he was after.

"you understand don't you?" he adds with a teasing lilt in his voice, "so just let me take my time with you."

his thumb runs across your aching clit, the touch sending shivers across your nerves, and a breathy sigh escapes your lips.

his eyes flicker up to you, that same, cocky grin plastered on his face, practically saying 'you-liked-that-didn't-you?'

your body's reaction to his mere touch makes you think of what heights of euphoria you could feel when he actually…

that's for later.

he leans closer, his tongue slipping out of his lips to drag across your slit. you groan, locking his head loosely in between your legs.

a low snicker reverberates from his throat and across your sensitive muscle, causing your grip on his hair to tighten.

"gris…" you breathe out.

he takes this as a go signal, his mouth diving into your cunt, but not rushing. he gently sucks the nub, then turning his head down just a bit, just enough for his nose to rub against it.

his tongue then repeatedly teases your entrance, circling around the hole, and followed with gentle laps.

you instinctively feel your back twitch and arch off of the mattress, and his hands now find themselves resting on your hips.

only for his fingers to travel upwards, slowly dragging across the planes of your torso and leaving trails of flames in their wake.

your body squirms under his touches, and uncontrollable gasps and quiet moans sound from your mouth.

"gris… i'm- i'm getting close…" you rasp out breathlessly, your hips beginning to move on their own against his eager mouth.

he reaches for your chest, squeezing softly as he doubled his efforts, the tip of his tongue pushing through your entrance and curling itself to feel around your walls.

you suck in a breath, feeling his tongue thrust just barely past your entrance with tender care, and his teeth sucking the surrounding flesh.

it's all so sweet, addicting.

"i-i'm cumming…" you huff out, locking him tighter between your thighs, but this only encourages him.

his tongue delves in just slightly deeper, but the difference is… insanity.

he sucks with rhythm, that familiar feeling tightening within your stomach, threatening to snap as your free hand clutches at the sheets.

his fingers continue to fondle your chest, his thumb and index pinching delicately at the peak, adding to the euphoria building in your gut.

"ah-! i'm cumming, i'm cumming!" you chant quietly, in a whisper as you keep him in place, your body shivering as the evidence of your pleasure shoots into his mouth.

and without hesitation, he draws it all in, gulping it in with each suck like a starved man, and just offered the sweetest nectar.

as you slowly came down from your high, your legs loosen, letting him go as he pulls himself away.

he licks at his lips, not letting a drop go to waste, "you taste even sweeter than i thought." he praises as he straightens himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"are you finally going to…" you trail off, watching as his his fingers poke into the waistband of his underwear.

"do you want me to?" he tilts his head, pushing the waistband down just enough for you to see that god given v-line.

you feel yourself internally salivate as your eyes shamelessly rake over him, "c'mon, you already know the answer." you huff, rolling your eyes as you prop yourself on your elbows.

he smiles at your response before removing the last layer of fabric on his body with a teasingly slow pace.

he feels your gaze burn through his skin as his cock finally peeks out of the fabric, the tip a flush shade of pink.

as he fully pulls the cloth off, his arousal twitches as a low groan rumbles from his chest. "finally…" he mutters to himself.

"how do you wanna do it?" he asks.

"anything would be fine…"

"okay then, let's do it like this…" he lifts your legs, "i want to be able to see you." he pushes your knees towards your chest, "do you mind if we do it like this?"

you nod, approving of it as he takes a deep breath, using one hand to line himself up against you. "i'll be gentle, okay?" he reassures.

"i mean i don't mind if you aren't."

his brows twitch up as his eyes flick over your face, to assess if you're making some joke. "well it's our… first, together," he speaks softly, "i want to be making love."

then slowly, he pushes his tip past your entrance, causing a small mewl to slip from your mouth.

"tell me whenever you need a break, or if we need to slow down, okay?" he asks, momentarily pausing his movements.

you nod, and he continues to slowly, carefully push into you. you throw your head back against the mattress as you feel him filling you up, inch by inch.

he leans down to wrap you in his arms, with his lips latched loosely on the skin of your shoulder. you feel his warm breath ripple across your skin as he lets out a low groan, his own pleasure sparking through his nerves.

he pants, "i'll start moving now, okay?" he alerts you, his voice still as tender and caring.

your own arms slither around his body to brace yourself, "okay…"

he takes a breath first before his hips gently pull back and push back inside, with this pace, you could feel each centimeter, his cock stretching your walls so lovingly.

"gris… it- it feels so…" you gasp as you feel his tip politely push against the spot that makes you see stars, "mmph- so… so good."

he holds you close, his arms tucked under you, and his hips not faltering as he presses gentle kisses on the side of your neck, just under your jaw.

his dick digs into you, affectionately, funnily enough. almost like he's afraid to break you—he is afraid.

his teeth nips at the tender skin of your neck as his fingers cradle your nape, "you feel so good, too." he murmurs, his brows creasing into a frown as his composure thinned.

"so… so good," he adds, more of a growl now,

"too good."

he pulls back, letting you go as he carefully pulls his arms out from under you. he takes a good look, observing the way your hair sticks to your forehead from damp sweat, your flushed skin, that desperate—oh so desperate—look in your eyes.

"i'll… i'll go a bit faster, okay?" he looks into your eyes for some sort of approval.

and you nod, swallowing a breath as you stare up at him in all his glory, committing each crease of his muscle into memory.

he smiles at your approval, his hips picking up the pace, but not too fast, just enough. his hands trail up from your hips, then your thighs, then calves to throw your legs over his shoulders once more.

he holds onto your ankle, then cocking his head to the side to place a kiss onto it. "tell me when you're close." he notes before going back to focus on the task at hand.

his cock continues to piston into you, gently, but deep. deep enough to hit that sweet spot. you watch the way his body moves, it's genuinely hypnotic.

the way his torso stretches along with his hips rocking into you, fucking delicious.

he holds onto your hips, elevating that sensation as he pulls you back against him with each thrust, making you let out a whine that was a little louder than you expected.

"shh, shh…" he hushes, "we wouldn't want them to hear us, we've already embarrassed ourselves earlier." he reminds.

he's right.

your hand moves up to your mouth, covering tightly as you bit back all the noises threatening to spill from all this pleasure.

you loosen your grip on your mouth to speak, "gris… i'm close…" you whimper weakly as you look up at him.

that look.

it's going to drive him off the edge too.

"me too," he huffs out, his brows furrowing as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, "let's finish together, okay?" he whispers softly, maintaining the eye contact.

you nod, feeling heat pool within your stomach once more, and that familiar sensation of indescribable need for release begins to build in your nerves as his cock drives into you.

"i'm- i'm gonna cum," he rasps out weakly, as his pace quickens with strained control, "let's cum together."

"mmgh…" you moan into your hands as you feel euphoria spill into your veins, your legs shaking.

as gris feels you climax, he immediately pulls out to release onto your stomach with a low groan that rumbled from his chest.

his mouth parts slightly as he pants, seeing his essence marking your lower abdomen, the sight fulfills some unfamiliar urges within him.

your hands fall away from your mouth, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath.

"that felt…" you smiled giddily, "so fucking good." you crudely spoke.

he chuckles at your remark as he leans down to kiss you, "i'll clean you up, just lay and rest." he spoke with finality as his thumb rubs against your cheekbone briefly.

he reaches for the tissue box on his bedside table, pulling some out to first wipe the sweat off your face.

"that was… unforgettable in a really, really good way by the way." he states with a laugh.

the rest is history, but one thing's clear. he never, ever forgot how light his hands should, are, and would be around you.

despite the strength within them, his fingers always held and touched you with delicate caution.

his heart was in your hands, and he trusts that you'd hold it with the same care.

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im in love with her, literally what she said ab me not liking her is total bs bro cmon i literally will follow u to the ends of this damn castle i need to write a fic NOW

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bruh the ptn fandom needa lock in i have like the same 7 fics im reading over n over again 😭✌️ as soon as i finish the main story im making ts bruh

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gallagher drabble

(was randomly pulled outta my ass if you cant tell, i js rly miss him)

your dear old pup, gallagher would never burden you with any of his own problems, but you just wished he'd open up to you, or at least let himself fall into your arms rather than the arms of his good companion, bottles of liquified sorrow.

today was no different, you use the key he gave you to get into the bar despite the 'closed' sign. you knew he was in there, a dim light seeped through the bottom of the door.

you push it open, to see gallagher hunched over the bar counter, his fingers pushed up within his hair. you hear him let out a quiet sigh, "respect for the sign?" he chuckles lowly, not bothering to look up at you.

you frown, shutting the door behind you and taking calculated steps toward him. his fingers circled the rim of his glass, dreading the second you sit in that stool, but there was also a part of him that yearned for it.

"can i get a whiskey?" you spoke flatly, looking at his indifferent face, not bothering to ask him what's wrong, knowing you'll be met with a dismissive smile.

"anythin' for you, sweetheart." gallagher smiles calmly, turning himself to the shelf, plucking out your favorite whiskey, "neat?"

"mm."

"comin' right up."

he pops off the cork then pouring the liquid into a clean glass, sliding it over to you. "you don't wanna ask me to talk?" he hums, bringing his half empty glass to his lips.

you asking became routine for the both of you, as well as him politely rejecting. "i know your answer anyway." you responded bitterly, taking a bigger, harsher gulp of your drink, almost trying to spite him.

"what if i answered different?"

"..."

you both stayed silent in understanding for a few seconds.

"how are you?"

"mm, i'm doin' okay for an old dog."

another moment of silence.

"and how's that old dog putting up with his ego's stubbornness?"

he chuckles at your words, gently placing the glass down on the counter as his eyes finally drift to your face, but at this moment, you were the one looking down at the amber liquid.

"pretty good. it gets this certain bunny to keep comin' back." he confidently replies, his eyes prying itself away from the curve of your cheek.

"i'm not a bunny."

"who says i'm talking about you, sweetheart?"

"who else comes back to you?" you wittily shoot back as you turn to him with an exhausted expression, an 'i'm-tired-of-your-bullshit.' type of exhausted.

"sorry, bun." he laughs quietly before letting his head fall lower, "you should only be comin' back here for the drinks, not the one pouring them." he picks up the bottle before he feels a hand snatch it from him.

"what's so special in this anyway? is it really that much better than me?" you spoke smoothly, sardonically inspecting the bottle.

his eyes widen, a certain bloom of emotion fluttering in his body, a bittersweet feeling. why aren't you giving up on him? he's a scarred mutt, a fleeting memory for everyone.

"you're tryin' too hard." he murmurs, swallowing that feeling and letting it burn in his stomach. "am i now?" you scoff, slamming the bottle to your side, the side that was away from him.

"well, i'm sorry for caring, xipe forbid i try to save someone from drowning in booze and their own pity." you click your tongue.

he doesn't know if it's the alcohol, but he finds himself pushing up the counter flap door, walking around the bar towards you. he swivels the stool to the side, making you face him as he abruptly rests his head against your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

without resistance, you let him, even wrapping your own arms around his shoulders, gently keeping him close, and not a single word uttered between you two.

lazily, he leans up at you, his eyes glazed with a sort of desperation. "kiss me, please." his eyes said.

you see his throat bob with a gulp as those words came out even more visibly across his entire face, "please?" he audibly asked, his voice weak with a shiver as his hands softly gripped onto your clothed back.

you bring a hand up to caress his cheek tenderly, your thumb rubbing against his cheekbone. slowly, you shut your eyes as you press your lips against his. it tasted of densely repressed desire.

his fingers tighten their grip on your clothes, the fabric rustling as he parts his lips slightly, his lips perfectly aligning with yours. his one hand trails up your back, holding you steady as he greedily leans impossibly closer.

you could also taste the mix of brews on his tongue, a sweet ambrosia he intended only for you to taste.

you pull away for a moment, panting as your fingers continued to cradle his jaw. "it's uncomfortable, you know..." you huff, trying to keep an indifferent facade despite your starving need.

he chuckles, pulling away a bit as his hands loosened their grip, though not fully letting go. "do you want to head somewhere more private, then?" he asks, his breathing barely even out of routine.

you thud down onto your mattress, gallagher under you as he began conquering your lips once more, his hands impatiently unbuttoning his vest, skillfully sliding it off his arms as he threw it aside. he begins to pull away to undo his shirt, but your fingers loop around his tie, jerking him back towards you.

he groans against your mouth, his fingers finding your hair, tugging it with a mocking grip. not long after, you start to feel something hard growing against your thigh. you smile to yourself as you start to circle your hips, teasing him.

he growls quietly, his other hand slipping under your top with an eager fervor. the heat spreads from the pads of his fingers to your skin as he reaches for your chest, thumbs grazing over the sensitive nubs.

you let out a weak moan into his lips as he pulls away with a small grin, "all riled up already, and this old dog hasn't even done anything yet?" he hums confidently as he pushes your top over your head.

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yall i js finished the hoolay quest ..... safe to say i have new obsessions . YES I JUST CAME BACK TO HSR MB YALL 😒 theyre gonna be my muse for writing cz i can alr think of uch beauriful plots for them 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

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Rs, I just wanna say I LALALOVEEEEEE your work so much?? Like I genuinely adore the way you write. I dont even know anything about Love and Deadspace but I read them for the sake of enjoying your writing. You're such a good author, keep up the amazing work!!

Anywhomm, I would like to request a room 3 with me and Tamsy Caines from Gachiakuta PLSSS. Something with incorrect use of his Tokushin and blindfolds for heightened sense). I ask for the reader to be female also. You can desgin the room (add details) however you see fit author ♡♡!! Ty

꩜ .ᐟ 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒? ִ ࣪𖤐

── .✦ 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: you just decided to help around hq by cleaning, and everything was going normal, until you went into tamsy's room. you came across something you shouldn't have, the watchman book, and of course, he catches you in the act.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: maybe ooc? i tried my best to keep him in character tho . dubious consent/cnc . ROPE PLAY DUH . fingering . teasing . edging . (lowkey) sensory play?? . orgasm denial

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: HIII OP!! thank you so much for the kind words it genuinely made me kick my feet... 🤭 i hope you enjoy this, and hoping i don't disappoint! sorry if it the character may fall out of line too LAWLZ

wc: 2.3k

SPOILER WARNING

it was a mistake, really. you didn’t mean to see him conspiring about his ‘true plans,’ you were only trying to clean around the headquarters and you ended up stumbling across something you shouldn’t have. a book that held the watchman logo… in tamsy’s room.

and of course, he caught you there. his eyes weren’t like the calm, guiding man you knew of, they were wide, and only on you. he blinked a few times, and suddenly, that dark gaze you felt and saw was gone.

“dear, what are you doing here?” he asked, walking towards you in a calm demeanor, though you could sense an underlying anger in his steps.

“i… i was just cleaning the place…” you stammered, fidgeting with the broom in your hands as your gaze flicked to the ground.

“really?” his voice was low and sardonical as he leaned down, closing the distance to a mere few centimeters, his eyes flick over to the book that sits on the drawer behind you.

his mind ran through ways to get to it without being even more suspicious, if he could just get it, he could erase your memory of it, seems easy enough… right?

“hmm, semiu didn’t say anything about a general cleaning today…” he straightens his posture as he casually begins to walk past you before the question that you’ll quickly regret slips past your lips.

“do they know you have that book?” you murmured, gripping tightly onto the broom, clutching it close. you hear him freeze in his steps, and swiftly, you turn yourself to try grab onto the book.

but you find yourself suspended mid-air, some firm ropes binding and straining your arms, “you’re a smart one… aren’t you? i knew you would’ve tried to fight back.” he smiles almost maniacally as his tone remains cool and collected.

he walks in front of you, his gaze bordering on condescending, “i don’t think just making you forget it would be enough now would it…” he mutters, his all-too-familiar smile dropping.

“i really appreciate your determination, but we both know we can’t just let you walk around knowing this, no?” he leans down, staring straight into your eyes, his eyes sending a foreign feeling down your spine, “and just doing this the easy way would be boring…”

after a few moments, you feel a firm, larger type of fabric wrap around your eyes. “w-wait- i promise i won’t tell anyone!” you stammer out, and you hear a mocking chuckle fill the room.

“now we both know that isn’t true.” he laughs, and before you know it, your consciousness fades.

you wake up, finding your limbs still bound yet clothes still intact, this time you're tied to what feels like a bed, your arms and legs spread out in four different directions. “tamsy…?” you called out, trying to wriggle out of the ropes digging into your skin, “please, i promise i won’t tell anyone!” you shout, but you hear no response.

is he giving you a chance to break free?

you don’t waste a second as you try to pull at the fabric with all your strength, but you only find them tightening even more. “now i wouldn’t do that if i were you…” he hums, “you’ll just be making it harder on yourself.” you feel a weight sink down onto the mattress beside you.

your vision was still dark, and each word suddenly feels so loud… the breeze feeling sharper and colder…

you wince as you suddenly feel a warm presence against your forearms, in stark contrast to the cold air that permeated the room. your breath begins to come in short, shallow pants as you feel him lean in closer.

“it really gets that adrenaline pumping, doesn’t it?” he whispers as he slowly slides his fingers up your arm, you feel it creep up onto your shoulder, “please…” you whimper, your voice cracking under the fear.

“shh, there’s no need to be scared,” he comforts, although it doesn't really help being tied and blindfolded, “embrace the sensation.” you feel his breath warm against your skin as your body shivers, the unexpected keeping your muscles tense.

“ease into it…” he purrs, his fingers sliding to your neck, tracing the columns as you gulp, attempting to swallow your fear. “are you… gonna kill me?” you ask bluntly, and you feel his hand stop its journey.

“no, of course not.” he chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating in your ears and all across your body. “then what… why are you doing this?” you frown, then you begin to feel his fingers continue its travels.

“is it so wrong to have a little fun every now and then?” he responds wittily, his fingers tracing through the center of your chest. your breath hitches at the touch, “this is ‘fun’ to you?” you retort.

it doesn’t seem like he enjoyed that comment.

he stays silent for a few seconds as his hands make their way to your stomach where he fans out his fingers, splaying it across your torso. “you know the next thing you need to learn is what to say and when to say it.”

“you’re feeling every single touch, aren’t you?” he continues, trailing his fingers lower, then they find themselves on your hips. you hiss quietly, trying not to give into his words.

his small smile drops as you don’t respond, and you feel the ropes dig in even tighter into your wrists. “again, you’re just making this harder for yourself.” he huffs out, leaning back.

you feel yourself let out a breath, one you didn’t even know you were holding as you felt him pull away, though his hand was still sat still on your stomach.

“fine then.” he huffs out, patting the plane of your torso before taking his hand off. “wh-where are you going?” you stammer out, your voice sounding weaker than you intended.

he chuckles, “i thought you don’t want me here, and now you’re eager to know where my hands are off to?” he hums, and you hear some rustling.

bzz.

what?

“let’s make this more… enjoyable.”

slowly, you feel a vibrating sensation nuzzled in between your legs. “ngh!” you whimper out as your limbs start to flail against the firm binds.

tamsy is clearly- not to you it’s not clear since you’re, well, blindfolded, but… he’s enjoying this.

he licks his lips as he holds the toy against your clothed cunt, “go on, make some noise. don’t worry… no one’ll hear you.” he speaks, and you can hear that smile in his voice as his free hands began to map out your body once more.

you pant, squirming under the binds as you buck your hips subconsciously, the movement amusing him. “see… there we go, doesn’t it feel good?” he coos, his touch feather-light.

he leans back to look down at the toy, “oh? what’s this?” his fingers rub against your now damp heat, “your body seems to be enjoying this well.” he chuckles, his voice pricking at your ears.

“tell me, do you want more?” he questions, seemingly confident in what your answer will be. your chest heaves as your limbs finally stop in defeat, quitting on trying to free yourself.

your body shivered from the unasked pleasure, and tamsy still quiet as he waited for your response. “yes…” you huff out, your pussy tightening around nothing, the vibrations sending sparks across your nerves.

“good girl…” he purred, his voice buttery as he took away the toy. and instinctively, you try to follow after it, bucking your hips to look for any sort of friction. “now, now… let’s be patient.” he whispers, inching his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms, the movement painfully slow as it left you squirming, trying to urge his touch faster.

“mm…” he hums, reveling in your eagerness as he tugs at the stretchy fabric, before letting it snap back against your skin, making you flinch. “do you want me to go lower?” he smiles, what sort of question is that? of course! “i won’t do anything if you don’t speak up…” his voice drops to a monotonous tone.

“y-yes… go lower.” you hesitantly obeyed, circling your hips to meet the warmth of his fingertips, “since you were an honest angel, sure.”

he gently pushes his hands under the fabric of your bottoms, his middle and ring fingers rubbing the damp fabric of your underwear, chuckling at the sticky residue.

“seems like you’re all worked up already… do you want them inside?” you nod, he grins as he finally brings down your pants, along with your underwear. you feel the cool breeze graze your sensitive skin, yet you could feel his burning gaze on it.

you feel a blush creep up your face at the thought, “stop staring…” you murmur under your breath, “how did you know?” he laughs as he slides his fingers along your folds, getting a grasp of your body.

“all this, because of a bit of teasing?” his fingers play around your entrance, just inside enough to feel it, but not enough to enjoy it. you pant restlessly as you squeeze around the tips of his fingers.

“please…” you breathe out, your back arching.

“again?”

“p-please…”

“since you asked so nicely…” he pushed his fingers inside, nice and slow, making a sharp gasp push through your lips. you feel his free hand tenderly rub your jaw, in some sort of act to comfort you. you could feel each inch of his digits fill you up, hyperaware of each movement.

“there… you’re doing good.” he reassures as his fingers begin to move inside you, flexibly curling, “does it feel good, hmm?” he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek as he starts picking up the pace.

your moans quickly filled the room as his pace became unrelenting, but his words remained tender. “you can take it, i know you can…” the lewd sloshes of wetness against skin mixed in with your noises of pleasure.

his hand travels from your cheek to your hair, stroking softly as his other hand inside you didn’t even stutter in its pace. your body shivers as you feel that familiar knot coil within your stomach, your skin burning even hotter.

“close… i’m close…” you whimper weakly as your body writhes under his ministrations.

“right here?”

he curls his fingers in a spot that made you see stars, as you freeze, he smiles, continuing to rub and thrust them into that spot. your legs shiver as you teetered on the edge, that knot threatening to snap. your eyes blink under the makeshift blindfolds, hoping to see anything to predict his movement.

“mm, you can’t finish until i say so though, alright?” he adds, just perfect. “w-what?” you stammer, confused. “you can’t finish until i say so.” he repeats, this time stern. “but i’m so-”

“you heard me.” his tone lowers as he thrusts them harder, making you whine out. your voice echoes off the walls, forcing you to hear your audible pleasure. “not yet…” he reminds as that feeling in your stomach tugs at you, your body shaking.

“just a little more…” he whispers as he leans his head down, placing a soft kiss down onto the smooth column of your neck, pushing that pleasure further. “please… i can’t…” you beg quietly, your voice cracking.

“you’re a strong girl, aren’t you?” he mutters, his lips pecking the skin just under your ear. the ecstasy nips at you, your throat spilling with vocal evidence of your pleasure, the feeling of his digits striking that perfect area, the dirty wetness of his fingers pistoning in and out of you…

“come.” he whispers.

and so, you do. a strangled moan escaping you as you finally let go. the recoil of the delayed pleasure shooting your nerves, as his fingers slow down. your fluids painted his hands, “ah…” he leans back, pulling his fingers out.

he stares down at his fingers, shining in your essence. “you did so good.” he praises, bringing those fingers to your lips, “do you want to taste our efforts?” you pant, catching after your breath as you feel the warm liquid nudged against your skin.

slowly, you parted your lips, darting out your tongue to taste it. the sweetness coating your tastebuds, “tastes good, doesn't it?” he smiles as he pulls his fingers from the warm embrace of your mouth.

after a few moments, you feel your limbs regain their strength and grip as the ropes fall loose, the blood finally circulating through them once more, and eventually, your eyes find light.

it was a dim space, and you see tamsy sitting next to you, that familiar smile greeting you as he wipes his hand with some tissue that sat on the rusty bedside table. “i enjoyed this.” he flatters, looking down at you with a casual gaze.

“but… it’s too bad i’d still have to make you forget all this…” his face sardonically drops, “wait what?” you stare at him, your eyes flashing with shock, “but i promise! i won’t tell anyone!” you try to persuade.

“i can’t risk that, knowing you especially.” he leans in before picking up the book and opening it, the pages crackling, “wait, hey- no!” you frown, trying to reach for the book.

but before you know it, your vision blackened.

you wake, in your room with the light greeting you through your windows. your eyes shoot towards the roughed up alarm, 7:51! you were supposed to have a general meeting at 7:30!

you scramble, slipping into your boots and looking at yourself in the mirror, dusting off your clothes and pants before rushing out. you run through the corridors, trying to find the meeting room.

“over here!” a voice calls out, and you turn to see tamsy, peeking his head out of the meeting room door. your eyes widen, a weird sense of unease numbing your veins.

but you ignore it, hurrying towards him, “thanks… i overslept.” you nervously laugh as you enter the room, everyone else being there already. tamsy’s arm wraps around your shoulders, encouragingly patting you forward as everyone else welcomes you and jokes about you being late for the first time.

it feels like you just forgot a weird dream you had last night.

[siasthoughts]

im lowkey obsessed with rereading my works 🙁🙁🙁 i ALWAYS come back to nanami's roses n golden apologies, i missed you ft. sylus and raf's ver, and raf's my faith is urs

[swordblade]

My favorite ships are the ones where there’s nothing wrong with shipping them in canon but the default/go with what’s popular fanbases treat it like it’s the most deplorable most problematic piece of fiction to exist of all time and all the shippers are horrible people, and deserve endless harassment over it.

And the ship in question is a rarepair 💀

[siasthoughts]

fs like i'm not bothering you 🙄 so stop bothering me

also to the one who sent a req, im working on it!! ty so much for the kind words 😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[siasthoughts]

꩜ .ᐟ 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ִ ࣪𖤐

── .✦ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 𝐱 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: you're his dearest, no one can ever compare to you—his goddess. you're a deity worshipped for her heart, he worships you, devoted is an understatement. each drop of his blood would be in your name, and he's determined to prove his worth to you.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: religious themes . blood/different forms of self-harm . obsession . guys don't hate me but this is also kinda inspired by the manhwa 'make him cry'... . f'ed up views of devotion . def ooc . short bcz idk how to go from there, give me ideas if yall want me to continue this one LAWWL

concept creds: @beechu-beechu and their beautiful art! the idea is so up my alley...

"my goddess," thwack, "my love for you," thwack, "goes far beyond the feeble words and monetary gifts of others," thwack, "you must... see that right?"

rafayel is on his knees as he gazes up at your statue, carved beautifully out of marble, perched up perfectly in the center of his personal altar in his sacristy, a flogger gripped tightly in his hands as sweat ran down in thin sheets across his body, and his back marked with the impacts of his faith.

his eyes were filled by nothing but pure admiration as he smiled weakly, the quiet moonlight sweeping across his features through the windows. he turned his head down toward his lap, his breathing uneven yet still controlled, "will you ever reward my efforts, my goddess?" he breathes out.

"just tell me what else you need," he looks back up at you, into the eyes of your sculpture, hoping to gauge any sort of response, "and you'll receive it without thought." his jaw tenses as he stands, picking up his robe off the floor, slipping it back over his shoulders.

"rafayel." he immediately turns back to your carving, he swears he just heard a voice. was it yours? he's never heard it, no one has, but every nerve in his body knew it was yours. "goddess?" he whispers under his breath, half of him not expecting any response back.

he stands there for a few moments, nothing. he chuckles bitterly to himself before looking away, dusting off his robe to head out of the sacristy. i'll be patient for you, my dear, he thinks as he clutched onto your scriptures. he blows out the final candles, stuffing the flogger into a locking cabinet under the altar. it housed other things that he... uses for your grace.

finally, he heads out of the sacristy, looking back at the main altar from the sanctuary, a small smile flickering on his face before leaving the church entirely.

he walks towards the church house, where all the clergies and church staff are open to stay. but most of the time, if not always, rafayel's alone. though he never minded, you were all he needed after all.

he stepped inside and locked the doors, he set the scripture on your mini altar filled with small carvings, offerings and portraits just to the right side of the entrance. his fingers lingering on the cover for few seconds before sliding off. not long after, his vision slowly fades to a vibrant red, then feeling liquid roll down his cheeks.

his heart quickens as he shoots his attention towards one of the bigger statuettes, coincidentally enough. your eyes dripped of blood too.

"anything?" a voice whispers from behind, to which he turns his head, to see nothing, yet he still replies, is it referring to his offer from earlier? "yes i'll be willing to heed your every wish." he responds, hoping that you will too this time. "are you asking for my vision, my goddess?" he asks calmly, open to the idea.

he then feels a cold presence gently place itself on his shoulders, "are you really here?" he murmurs, his hands balling into fists as he stares down at the ground, waiting for a sort of permission.

"do you want me to be?" "anything you'd want, my lady."

you sigh softly as he feels your cold fingers trail up his neck and tracing jaw, making him shiver, "i won't take your vision." you speak, not giving a direct response to his query, slowly, he feels your hands make its way to his back, his muscle tensing at the stinging pain of the pressure pressing against the bruises and wounds.

"i know what you do," you start,

"it is just my faith." he cuts in,

"yes, i am aware," you continue, "but does it really derive from faith or the manifestation of your desperation to have me?" you speak vaguely, "well, it seems you see faith and sacrifice as the same thing." you speak lowly.

he swallows a breath as he listens to your words, "is that not what you wish for?" he asks, his voice teetering on that desperation you speak of.

yet again, you dismissively ignore his question, "take off your robe for me." you mutter as he feels your hands slip away. "may i turn around?" he asks, his fingers working to undo the buttons of his robe, "you can, but don't be disappointed." you finally respond, your words rather bleak.

but how could he be disappointed? a mere glance at you would be enough for him to fall for you all over again. his heart pounds, feeling bits of sweat form on his forehead once more. he slowly turns around, nothing.

he lets out a staggered breath. "i told you to not be disappointed, didn't i?" the voice comes from behind him once more, his fingers tightening on the fabric. his shoulders slump ever so slightly, "my apologies for assuming your intentions, my lady." he breathes out as he finally, slowly rolls the fabric down his shoulders.

he doesn't know if you see it, or if you're even really there. a part of him thinks it really might just be his mind playing tricks and he's accepted it, but he couldn't help but to hope.

he winces, feeling a cold touch graze over the bruises, "you really want to see me, don't you?" you ask softly. "yes... i do, but my wishes are not your obligation, my lady." he replies, each word dripping with faithfulness as he tightly grips onto the cloth, trying to endure the pain of his wounds.

"do you think of yourself as higher than my other followers?" you ask, the question sending rafayel's mind into a swirl. do i say yes? will she applaud my acts? or no, because she'll think of me egotistical?

"rafayel," your voice cuts through his thoughts, "yes my goddess, i... i do think of myself higher." he finally replies, stammering as he says so. he wonders what you'd think.

he feels your hand fall away from his back, making his heart drop to his stomach. did you not like his answer? did his response disappoint you? or worse... do you hate him now? "m-my lady?" he stutters as he turns around, his gaze flickering from corner to corner.

idk how to continue this but i rly do since i love the idea smh...

[siasthoughts]

.ᐟ ΉӨЩ ƬӨ GΣƬ Λ KΣY 🛎️

── .✦ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒

she only accepts f! or gn!reader, open to ALMOST every kink/interests, open to omegaverse (as long as the female is the alpha lmfao), and futas, as for ships works, she only accepts f/f or f/m

she only does NOT do scat, p3dophilia/age play, race play.

── .✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (INBOX)

SPECIFY YOUR DESIRED ROOM STYLE ALONG WITH YOUR DESIRED FEATURE.

*if you request a room, please specify if you want complimentary room service (explicit) or none (just suggestive/fluff)

eg: "room 3 for me and hange zoe," or "room 1212 for ymir and historia"

ALONG WITH YOUR ROOM STYLE AND FEATURE, LIST OR DESCRIBE YOUR DESIRED DREAM

eg: "room 9 for me and hange zoe, modern au where she's our college professor" + more details if wanted

𝐈𝐅 THE FEATURE IS ONE OF HER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, SPECIFY. note: her world is still empty as of now.

eg: "room 3 for me and (insert oc) from 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, (insert dream scenario)"

THEN, PLEASE PATIENTLY WAIT FOR YOUR ROOM KEY TO BE PROCESSED AND OPENED.

[siasthoughts]

.ᐟ ΣXΣᄃЦƬIӨПΣЯ'Ƨ ЯЦᄂΣƧ 🗡️

⚠︎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.

𐔌 ΉΣЯ mind is supposed to be an open and clean space. the EXECUTIONER ought to keep it that way.

➤ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑?

THE EXECUTIONER ONLY EXILES THOSE UNDER (13), DISCRIMINATIVE INDIVIDUALS (RACISTS, HOMOPHOBES, ZIONISTS, ETC) AND DOES NOT TOLERATE THEM. ASIDE FROM THOSE, AS LONG AS YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ENTERING, YOU ARE WELCOME.

➤ 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

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