Tamsy x dom!reader: hair pulling, fingering, SLIGHT degrading, dirty talk
"You're cute when you're out of breath," Tamsy purred, reaching up to twirl a loose strand of hair beside your ear.
"Yeah? I could say the same," you replied with a quiet huff.
Shifting slightly, you studied the scar that crossed his face, letting your gaze linger on its familiar shape before drifting lower. His white dress shirt, once neat and pristine, was now faintly creased from the evening's events. Compared to only a few minutes ago, when you two were lazily making out. And how his breath only picked up when you started moving unpredictably, groping him in a way that made his clothes feel like such a burden. Although you felt like a dog just looking at him now. More alive. More restless.
You watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, noticing the way his breathing seemed just a little heavier than before. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
"...you should replace your eyes with your hands."
Your eyes shot back up to meet his, and a silence washed over you for a minute, seeing an uncannily desperate plea in his eyes. Then you shifted your weight and reached one hand to his cheek, dragging your palm through his hair to reach the back of his head and direct him toward you. "-and you should behave." He hummed, amused by your sudden dominant side. "What shall you do then?" He purred close to your ear, trying his hardest not to focus on your hand still in his hair, or your breath slowly traveling to his ear seconds after you exhale.
You smile, seeing him purse his lips, before pushing your tongue over his, entering his mouth. The moan that tumbled from his lips inflated your ego as you touched his still-clothed chest. The subtle quirk of his lips gave you the impression to keep going, so you trail lower. Still kissing him, you tug on the back of Tamsys head as you reach his sweat pants and tug downward. "GA-ahh...hahH-!" Tamsy's sudden moaning deep down your throat made you pull away, much to his disapproval.
All he did was look away with fained breath, but he knew you were smiling ear to ear.
"You should make those sounds more often." Before he could reply with a sly remark, you had your hands around his waistband, pulling down to fully expose him to the open air. He didn't say anything; the only thing you got was him reaching up to pat you on the head.
"Do that again and I might."
You look back up at him, smiling at his attempt at dirty talk, "Do I even need to touch you down here?" You whisper, your hot breath embracing his already wet shaft. "Or do I just need to yank that beautiful hair of yours to make you cum?" He jolted at the feeling of your lips dragging along a vein close to his tip.
"Well," he leaned back against his pillow and continued, "why not both for now- ughh!" He arched slightly at the feeling of your cold fingers pressing on the tip of his cock, a stark contrast to your warm breath only moments ago.
"You into this?" You meet his gaze before reaching for his hips, "Or should I warm up my hand..." The bed creaks when Tamsy voluntarily lifts his hips off the bed. "Hurry, you know I'm impatient, dear." Twisting him around so he lies on his stomach, you press your thighs against the back of his. And without a word, you already have two fingers curled into his hole without warning. "Sh-shit, you are cold-" he stammered, gripping the sheets at the conflicting feelings of arousal and annoyance.
You pump your fingers in slowly, curling at certain spots just to see his reaction. "If you want something warmer your just gonna have to wait." You say coldly, "Just hurry and put it i- IN!"
You stop,
"found it." Before Tamsy could even sigh or bite his lip in anticipation, he felt your fingers run through his hair and along his scalp. Then something slapped against his lower back, then rubbed against where his tailbone resides. "Now keep your mouth shut, or I'll stop." You press your tip at his slightly stretched hole, and tighten your grip on his scalp. The feeling was already putting Tams on edge. Then in one swift motion, you yank his head back and thrust.
"Ahh-..gahAhhH-!♡"
You see him stiffen before going slightly limp, "Tamsy... did you ju-" you feel him push back against you. "No." You squeezed his head harder, "don't lie. if I reach around and touch your dick, will it lie to me too?" You watch his fingers grip his sheets as he whimpers softly into the pillow below. You knew his pride was getting the best of him, but a part of you thought this might be trick just to get you to touch him. Which either way wouldn't be to far fetched.
You reach around his hips, gripping the base of his shaft and slowly pumping it back to full hardness.
"Would you look at that, back to square one."
You could sense the way he bit his lip excitedly, already imaging the things he wants you to do to him next.
Maybe a little rope? in the sky? Maybe all at once?
Heyyy, I saw that request were open and I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a headcanon of Arlecchino werewolf x hunter Reader GN. In this version, they were enemies before Arlecchino transformed into a werewolf.
Until they made a deal to help each other.
The reader informs him of all the actions planned by the Hunters' Headquarters, and Arlecchino is responsible for preventing the wolves from attacking his village.And as time passed, as they helped each other, they fell in love.
After staying up a little too late, you saw her. The sharp gaze of a predator under the moonlight. The pieces finally fit together, the woman was part wolf. No wonder she didn't like you.
A/n: I'm sorry this took soo long, I've been super stressed lately. But I'm getting back on my feet!
Before you knew of Arlecchino's little secret, she always avoided you.
Whenever she was forced to visit your village for some unknown business, her presence carried a quiet tension that would always leave a chill deep in your spine. She would glare at you the moment she noticed the rifle strapped to your back, her eyes sharp and untrusting, like a blade drawn halfway from its sheath. If you stepped even a little too close to the Children of the Hearth, a low growl would rumble in her throat, protective and warning all at once.
You never got the chance to speak to her, so you watched from a distance instead. It became a quiet habit you couldn’t quite break. You didn’t understand why you were so drawn to her, why thoughts of her lingered in your mind every time you skinned an animal or cleaned your rifle. Sometimes, while gazing at wildlife through the barrel of your scope, you would catch yourself wondering what she would look like out there in the wild, unguarded and free, rather than tense and defensive within your village walls.
Then you found out her secret.
After that, Arlecchino became less cautious around you. She still kept her guard up, but the sharp edge of her hostility dulled into wary curiosity. She began visiting your village more, to you, it seemed it was without any clear reason other than to observe.
Eventually, her visits grew more personal.
It reached a point where she would come directly to your home instead. She must have known you were in charge.
Of course, she remained cautious. Her eyes would scan every corner of the room, her ears twitching at unfamiliar sounds, her posture always ready to flee or fight. To ease her worries, you gave strict orders to your men: no one was to attack her or the Children of the Hearth under any circumstances.
The news seemed to please her more than she let on. You noticed the slight twitch of her ears when you told her, the faintest softening in her expression, like a winter sky, cracking.
Still, problems remained.
The wolves continued to attack your village from time to time, and your men were far less accepting of her presence than you were. Whispers followed her through the streets, and suspicious eyes tracked her every movement. Trust was fragile, and it broke easily in places like this.
So when a mutual agreement was finally made to avoid attacking one another, it strengthened her trust in you. Slowly, carefully, piece by piece, you thought.
She began coming over to discuss the situation between your men and her people more frequently. With each visit, she sat a little closer than before. The distance between you shrank without either of you acknowledging it aloud. Sometimes her tail would brush against your arm, testing your reaction. Other times, she would allow you to touch it, though only when you behaved yourself and earned her approval. The privilege felt rare, being able to fondle something warm.
Though harmony between your people and hers might never be fully achieved, the growth of your relationship told a different story.
Every quiet conversation, every careful touch, every small moment of trust was a victory in its own right.
Even if the world outside remained tense and uncertain, what you were building together was something steady.
jabber laying it on thick to reader who usually keeps to herself or wtv just to be all bark no bite once reader finally reciprocates
like omgosh he’ll straight up just freeze for like two seconds and if she reciprocates PHYSICALLY??? (literally like a hug or a cheek kiss, something nice to throw him off) yea he’s OVERLY done for
A/n: Long time no see ahahaha... I'll try to post soon.
He discovered someone (you) that doesn't fit into the category of crazy. Not even a little, but he still pesters you.
You were one of the more... pastoral raiders of the group, that's what fits you. But he wanted you to have something up your sleeve. Something to catch him off guard.
Like a cat pawing at a cup of water on the counter; hes a man who can't live without a little spice in his life, he's a man who knows how to get under someone's skin, metaphorically or not.
you are that spice that he craves.
"Jabber, seriously, I'm trying to listen to Zodyls directions." You whispered plainly, shifting your focus to Jabber leaning on your shoulder. "It's probably the same old thing he always talks about. Besides, we can always ask Cthoni." He grinned, seeing you finally look back at him, "Maybe we can even sneak in a little fight between them later." He buzzed, picking up his arm from your shoulder just to shift it up to your neck, putting his cold fingers on the back of your throat.
"Did everyone hear that? 'cause I won't repeat myself." You snap your attention back to your boss, his cold voice booming at you, cursing under your breath when you feel him glare at you. That's when you feel his rings scrap your neck once more, and his chest consumes your shoulder.
"You got that, right?" He repeated lazily, squeezing your neck a little tighter when you look back at him. "You did that on purpose, didn't ya?" You say, clenching your jaw a little tight now. "What if I did? You should have done something about it." He purred, "It's not too late." His words were cut short at your sudden shift toward him, reaching back and gripping his hand on the back of your neck. Leaning in quickly to greet his lips with yours, roughly pushing your tongue into his mouth. Then pulling away when you feel him try to bite your tongue. That look on his face made you feel a sense of pride, though it was cut short by a sudden moan deep in his throat, cutting through the silent air.
You should have known doing someone so out of the ordinary just now was a bad idea on your end.
"That was the edge I needed..." he said roughly,
You glance at his lips where a stream of blood leaves his lip from under his teeth.
You look over to see cthoni glancing at jabbers odd state, and you're eyes widen. You quickly interjected her thoughts, pushing Jabber away. "It's his fault." She gives you both one more look before turning away, "I'll give you the details later."
Natlan was always such a wonderful place to visit. Especially for the alcohol, which you knew was only so amazing because of Mavuikas "taste testing" past time.
You only recently started drinking, not because you were sad or anything. Only because it reminded you of Varka. It would be much better with that long-distance husband of yours.
But one day at the bar with Mavuika, that warm presence bubbling with excitement was hard to ignore, especially when it was trying so hard to sneak up behind you.
"My beautiful spouse, I missed you, my love."
You never thought you'd see him again, not in natlan atleast. His smile, his hearty laugh, the way he swooned over you, it was something you needed deeply, a smile you never thought you'd see again. But here he was, like he never left, a pint glass already in his hand by the time he sat up against you at the table.
"Oh my dear, it's been so long. How have you been? Are the kids alright? Tell me all about them!"
He had his arm slung around you gently but firmly. His arms feel much bigger than when he left, intimidatingly so.
"I had a hard time finding you, but it's a good thing I'd never give up."
It felt so weird. His presence filled a hole in your heart you didn't know you had. You wanted to kiss him, but it almost felt strange. It's been so long, so distance. But he was staring, a look that felt familiar, You couldn't quite pinpoint it. It made you feel like there was a knot in your stomach.
"I'm glad you didn't, we missed you." You commented, looking at him with a smile that made his heart flutter in the first time in decades. Glancing over at your drinking buddy, Mavuikas eyes were blown wide. Varka is back? Finally here for you?
"Ah, Varka my man! You got here quickly."
"You knew, Mavuika?"
"Yeah, after his visit here and our little challenge, he asked to know when you'd visit this nation." She snickered before setting down her third beer. "But it seems he forgot that he asked that until I contacted him again recently."
Looking back at Varka, his face was flushed from embarrassment, looking away from you with a small laugh. Squeezing your arm harder.
"Well, at least I'm here now."
He was looking at you again, your head, then drifting down your face. Pausing at your lips. "You know, I missed you too. I missed a lot."
He waited. Waited for mavuika to tilt her head for a drink. Then he leaned in, kissing your lips roughly while dragging his tongue over your lips. Before you could kiss back, he moved away hearing Mavuikas cup hit the table.
Looking back at her, she had a glaze over her eyes, just coherent enough to stand up. "Well, I got to get back to work. Bye you two!" Shuffling to hurry out of the room, you hear her trip over herself a couple of times before a click of a door reverberates. You still couldn't believe she was the archon around here.
After a moment of silence, he sighs and leans back against head rest, taking your cup and drinking the rest of what's in the pint. "I want to stay with you forever..." he said suddenly. You looked into his droopy eyes before he grabbed your waist and pressed your body against his side. "I also want you to," you brace your hand against his hard chest. "I know you're a busy man." He sat in silence, putting the cup back down on the table slowly.
You continued, "But i love you, I wouldn't have had a family with you if i didn't." Dragging your hand up his chest, you made note of all the new scars you could feel through his shirt, you feel his body tense at your words. "Do you love me enough for another kiss?" He waited, watching you slip your hand up to his face. Cupping your hand over his rough ones.
Synopsis: they try their hardest to get a reaction from you... 🔞🔞🔞
Silence
Enjin x fem!reader
His hands glide over your sides as his breath gets ragged and slightly shaky, having came more times than he can count, his mind goes foggy. But he's still trying, just for you.
"F...FUckk..." The bed rocks back and forth as he tries his hardest to keep eye contact with you. "God damn it... I-I can't even tell if... hah-... your into this..." You smile and lean up to kiss his cheek, "you've made me cum a few times, watcha mean?" Your voice was the exact same as when this all started, just slightly more breathy and sweaty. It made him groan and throw his head back, dragging you with him as he leans back. "Yeah... but - Mmm..., C'mon... not even a moan??" You watch him bicker with himself and grip your thighs, his dick still deep inside of you.
"You were about to cum Enjin just keep goin'." You roll your hips up into his pelvis, watching him lean forward to look down at you.
"Doesn't matter if I'm over here panting like a damn dog and your stone faced." That's when his fingers still on your clit started moving again, the shlick sounds making your face a little red. Then he picked up your hips and started at a fast pace immediately, having you bite your lower lip. "there's s-something you're not tellin' me. And I'll find that sweet spottt~"
Semiu x fem!reader
You were currently riding the strap on she insisted you try out.
She couldn't be happier right now. Getting off on the way your tits shook with every bounce. "Relax that throat, girl."
"Semi."
"Oh, come on. I bet you got some slutty moans locked away in there."
"This isn't a porno." grabbing you by the hip, she presses her face against your chest, dragging her tongue along your sensitive nubs. "I want it to sound like one." You blushed at her dirty words, huffing a groan of annoyance in her ear. "See? we're getting somewhere." Hearing your breath pick up and the way your hands gripped her shoulders was enough to make her go insane. Her long nails drag over your lower back, ripping a hiss from your lips at the ticklish touch. "If I can't make you moan, I'll do whatever else I can to make you feel... euphoric."
Tamsy x gn!reader
He was rubbing your exposed crotch while kissing up and down your body, eyes never wavering from your face so he could watch your expression.
Tamsy smiles to himself whenever your brow twitches or your lip quivers from his teasingly slow pace.
"Am I getting warmer?" He commented, finally, settling in between your legs on the bedroom floor.
"Pleas-"
He cut you off with a moan into your crotch.
He did it as an example, like you had forgotten something important. Making sure you heard him before grinding down on your knee at the same pace as his tounge. "You know how to get me going, dear..." You bend your knee further into his crotch, feeling him drag his mouth on your favorite spot.
"Your so damn quiet... why is that?"
Staring at him through your hazing eyes you see how slick his fingers are with your pre, "You know, if there's some dirty fantasy of yours that i'm not fulfilling..." he takes his hand off of you slowly, drooling slightly at your flushed face, before looking back at you through his lashes. "I'm willing to do whatever you truly need."
Zodyl x gn!reader
He had always told you to be quiet and watchful when you two had sex.
So you always made sure to be dead quiet. Never letting out a peep. He was the same, making sure that if any noise came out, he would bury his mouth into your skin to muffle it.
The quietest sex you'll ever hear honestly.
whether it was you or him, getting head, cowgirl, or full headlock, silence. The only noise was your sexes meeting or juices colliding, and even then it was still quiet.
This was all mainly because he didn't want other raiders or civilians hearing you both. But after a while, he was so curious to see whether you'd crack or not.
"Hey."
He had you bent over a dirty stone, hushing in your ear as he pounded into you with vigor. "Your not silenced here. No one is around for a few miles." Looking back at him, you smile, your hair sticking to your forhead. A suble look that dared him to notice. "...well... we wouldn't want to take a chance, would we?" He halted his movements, and before you could protest, he dragged you back against him, "I said, don't hold yourself back." Suddenly biting your shoulder, he picks up your leg for a better angle. Then, he sinks into even further with a groan into your skin. "Zodyl..." he gripped your thigh harder, trying to compose himself. Yet you still said nothing.
He will spend the rest of his life trying to pry a genuine moan out of you. This is only a minor challenge he is willing to experiment with and overcome now.
Follo x gn!reader
"A-ah...ngh..."
You looked up from your book at the sound, greeted with the sight of follo fucking your thigh with a hard grip on your stomach and the sheet underneath you. The look on his face was priceless, a sheen of sweat and blush covering his skin.
His brows furrowed from the continuous silence from you.
"Ngh- just!- please..."
With every thrust, his dick rubbed up against your heat. All in hopes to make you as pathetic as he feels.
"You're so perfect, Follo."
You coo, squeezing your thighs together as you put your book down on the bed. Reaching up to his messy hair and ruffling it.
There was a pit in his stomach now, looking up at you with pursed lips and a twitching eye. It made him groan at the sight of you sweating too. But you're always so reposeful, heavy with intention, even though your praise goes straight to both his heads, times like this make him a little anxious.
He wished you did more than just give him a kiss and a pat on the back. Which is a jab to his already fragile ego.
But you knew he wanted more, so you always wait. You've tried faking a moan for him once, but he was NOT having it. If anything, he was more insulted. Thinking you had no faith in him to make you genuinely feel good.
Thinking back on it you couldn't help but reach inbetween your thighs to rub the tip of his cock against your finger. Feeling him twitch under your touch, biting his soar lip, "D-dont, please. I-" he paused, "I might...-its-.."
Grabbing his shirt, you drag him closer to your mouth. Parting your lips to breathe in his ear, "your cuter like this."
It may not have been a full-on moan, but it was genuine. And that's all he needed.
Plzzz more tamsyy😫😫😫 ur one of the only few authors i like that write dom reader and i dont see enough stuff of him being pegged 🥹🥹🥹🥹
Tamsy x gn!reader
Cw: Anal, reader has a strap/dick (I say it's a dick but it can be whatever, it could be a dildo for all I care!), hair pulling, Tamsy calls you a "servant"
It was always so warm in his room, cozy and stuffy at the same time.
But that's how you knew Tamsy was there, alive.
The surface of the walls worn smooth where hands have passed over them again and again, including his. Where they now lay over the wall, back arched and face pressed against the hard surface. Moaning into the wall as you ram the tip of your cock into his own pretty puffy walls.
"Huyymm- f..."
Turning his sore neck as much as he can to face you, he babbled through his hazy vision, blinking at you with a smirk. "your- fhm~ so loud..." His eyes and mouth were soaked with tears and spit, but he didn't care. Not when you enjoyed fucking him like this so bad.
"Your one to talk, I heard that whimper through the walls."
He always had something to say, could never keep his mouth shut if someone was there to listen. You hated it at first, always butting in on conversations that didnt concern him. But it grew on you, especially in times like this where he was bent over with your dick in him. At your mercy. Forced to be quiet. "All for you m-my ah..lovE!" He bite his lip feeling your cock hit the right spot inside him, dragging his tounge over his piercing. "Your such a sweet boy when you get fucked up." You say tenderly before grabbing his long blonde hair and tugging it enough to lift his body from the wall and into your chest, "Oh, mmyyY!" He reached up to cup your face, kissing your cheek as you rammed deeper inside him than you had all night.
You run your hands over the scars littering his chest, then press down on his hips to keep him steady. Feeling his legs start to shake and his eyes flutter shut. "Don't be too harsh, just touch me already, like a good servant."
The light is low and filtered, never harsh, casting long shadows that stretch over both your intertwined bodies. It makes time feel slower, thicker, like it’s been stirred and forgotten. His breath fanning over your ear, where you can now hear faint moans from his lips every time you hit the perfect spot. Traveling your hand from his hip, you grab his neglected dick, squeezing it firmly just to see his eyes shoot open and roll back into his skull. "I'm so... hmph~ close-dear... g-" he leaned toward you and licked a long stripe up your neck, singing a plea into your skin. "Since you've been less annoying recently, I'll let you." Running your hand over his cute leaking tip you feel him shiver and arch into your hand, then fuck himself back against your dick. And with one last whine you feel a twitch in your hand, then a familiar liquid against your palm.
Legs shaking as he collapses, whining softly when you hold him up, causing your shaft to quickly move in and out at the sudden movement, then gripping his hair tighter to keep him upright He almost came again at the sudden restraint. "Would you look at that..." You stare in awe at the ropes of white over your hand, dripping down on the floor beneath his limp body. He was out of breath, completely and utterly pathetic. Yet he was still smiling, the look of someone who wasn't done yet.
hiii endfield writer!!! I am currently absolutely in love with Snowshine. If your requests are open I'd love her saving the reader! Or flirting with us hehe.
Snowshine x gn!reader, fluff
This is such a cute req! I kinda molded these two into one little blurb...
Having gotten in a fight that had you on the brink of passing out, a familiar silhouette appears through your blurry vision. Next thing you know, you're waking up to find yourself tucked into a med bed.
The landship corridor is quiet, humming softly, thats when a cold breeze drifts up beside you like a wandering snowflake. Shivering you look over at the person, snowshine. You slowly blinked awake, waiting to see what she wants, but nothing.
She doesn’t say anything. Just staring at you with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“…You’re warm,” she remarks, crouching down to your level and glancing at you from under her lashes. Too close to be accidental.
When you stare back, she tilts her head, white hair catching the light of the lamp at your desk.
“Most people shy away from the cold,” she continues, voice low, smooth. “But you don’t.”
She reaches out, hugging your arm gently, brushing the sudden snow from your sleeve. with a faint smile she hugs you tighter, your eyes narrowing just a little, “careful, you might melt all over the wires."
A pause. Then she smiles, her ear twitching slightly.
“ah! sorry-” You watch as she lets go and sits down against the hard medical bed, “you know I’d hate to lose such a rare source of warmth.” she stares at your hand, seemingly waiting for you to respond. when you don't, she sighs and flops over on top of your stomach. "Are you mad at me?" She traces the wrinkles over your bed sheet, still waiting for your voice. "Thank you." You see her ear twitching again before a big sigh leaves her body for the second time.
"You didn't answer me!" Bracing herself against her palms she slides up your body so her face was impossibly close to yours, grinning as she sees your eyes widen from her sudden boldness. "I promise to shield you forever, you know that right?" She smirks before you looking away from her prying eyes, "Maybe be a little faster next time then."
Mymo, seeing you get harrased at the Doll Festival.
Mymoa is already on edge in that quiet, watchful way of his. Lanterns sway, dolls grin too wide, It’s beautiful, but it’s also crowded, and crowds mean hands that linger too long and eyes that forget their manners.
Walking through the swarms of people, you felt eyes on you, and not just the man you've known your whole life staring bullets into your head. No, the eyes you felt were colder than that, a sick passion you know only from mymo. "Hey, pretty girl, watch'a doin' out here all alone?" A breathy voice finds your ear, and a hand travels to your hidden face, poking at the mask resting on your cheek. "I'm not interested."
You watch a hand finds its way to the man's shoulder, right before he could fully see your face. and then a familiar hand grabs yours.
You knew he would come to you eventually.
The next moment, Mymos in front of them, slipping an arm around their shoulders as if this was always the plan. To anyone watching, it almost looks romantic, protective. To the harasser, it feels like stepping into the shadow of something tall and immovable. The man stiffens under the striking appearance in front of him.
You knew Mymo wouldn't cause a scene. Festivals remember scenes. Instead, he leans in just enough that only the offender hears him. His tone stays calm, even courteous, but the words land heavy, like porcelain about to shatter.
"Leave. Now."
His hand still rests gently on your shoulder, a slight twitch from his hand when the stranger doesn't move right away. But the dolls keep smiling. The music keeps playing. The problem quietly disappears. You stare at mymo, the way his smile is even more strained than usual. Guiding you away from the crowd, toward softer lights and quieter corners. He checks your expression first. "Do you wish to stay here with me, dear?" brushing his hand over your previously violated cheek, staring at your exposed lips with a wide grin.
To him, the dolls are just decorations. If you wish to leave, he will always follow.
