You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Enjin:
You knocked at his door in a rhythm– letting him know it was you. He opens it and you came pouncing on his arms.
"ENJIIIN! I MISSED YOU!"
And before he can greet you back or ask how your mission was– you already had both your palms on his cheek and started peppering kisses on his face. He stumbled back when you had jumped on him and closed the door behind you. His tattooed hands resting on your back– tracing down until he let it rest on your waist, subtly pulling you closer.
You started at random, wherever you felt like– then you went back to kissing his forehead, then temple, then his eyelids and the tip of his nose. His brows furrowed a little when you parted– ready to complain but you immediately shut him up by kissing him deeply. It was just his lips on yours at first, then you bite his bottom lip– hard enough to sting- to elicit a moan out of him. You pinched his cheek to keep his mouth open while your tongue tangles around with his.
A thin line of saliva connected your lips. His eyes hazy, his grip and even his pants tighter– then your head falls on his shoulder, falling asleep immediately.
"What the hell? Hey, wake up! You can't leave me blue-balled like that!" but it was no use, you were deep asleep.
Tamsy:
You came knocking at his room instead of going to yours. When he opened the door– the scent of booze hit him.
"Oh dear, did you excessively drink again?" He sounded disappointed.
"yeah.. Got swept with the team's energy."
You drew closer to Tamsy, wrapping him in your extra warm embrace. He's not mad that you got drunk, or stink of booze and smoke– he's irked at the different scents that got rubbed on you. Clearly, someone was being too close with you in that party.
He sat you down on his bed and straddled your lap. He leans his head towards you– his silky blonde hair falls on his face, almost like a veil. Your hand cups his cheek and he leans to your touch. Your fingers rubbing his ear and it inches on the back of his head, now playing with his navy blue hair.
"what's got you so lost in thought, darling?" he asks, your foreheads leaning against each other.
"you're so beautiful, Tamsy.." you whisper. "right now– you look like a bride. My bride."
Tamsy felt his face flush. How eager of you, he thinks to himself. He feels your fingers rub his scalp then slightly pull on it— a shiver runs down his spine.
"Then— shouldn't this bride of yours be kissed? To finally seal the deal?"
Finally, you close the gap between your lips. His lips moving in sync with yours as he eventually wrapped his arms around your neck– slowly grinding his hips against yours. He lets out breathy moans in between kisses, then you stop.
You slightly pull away to get a view of his face– flushed and glowing. Absolutely ethereal. Then you began leaving kisses all over his face. The scar on his cheek up to the corner of his eye then a kiss on his temple. Then a final kiss on the piercing under his lip.
"you're done now?"
You sleepily nod, he helped you take your uniform off and changed it into a comfortable shirt you left (he stole) in his room.
"You're officially my wife, right?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him while he pull the blanket on both of you.
"yes I am, go to sleep now.." he kissed your forehead goodnight.
Zanka :
Zanka felt his choker ring, "Hello?"
"hi uhh.. (y/n) drank their mind off and is already sleeping here. Would you mind taking them home? We're at the bar."
"sure I'll be on my way." Zanka immediately bolts to where the bar is, he knows you're clingy when you're drunk so he's worried that you might cling on somebody that isn't him.
When he arrived at the bar– you were already waiting outside with a friend on your side. Said friend saw Zanka and went back inside not after bidding you well.
"ZANKA BABYY YOU'RE HERE–"
"PIPE IT DOWN YOU IDIOT"
He has his hand covering your mouth– you placed your ever his and started kissing his palms. Zanka's ears turned red and yanked his hands away from your mouth. You pout.
"Didn't you miss me too, Zanka?"
You've been gone for a week. Of course he missed you!
He saw tears welling up your eyes– threatening to fall. He really should take you back home.
"'course I did, you big dummy."
You held his face in place and kissed him on his lips. Zanka's eyes shot wide open– immediately pulling away from you and turning his head side to side to check if anyone saw. Luckily, there were only a few people out and were just minding their own business. He looks back at you– tears already streaming down your face.
"hic– you don't love me anymore don't you?! hic–"
That made a few people turn their heads toward you. Zanka sighs, all embarrassed. He needs to calm you down before taking you back to his room. He doesn't want Enjin, Riyo, and especially Rudo teasing him about this in the morning.
And so, he pulls you along deep in an alleyway– away from prying eyes and wrapped his arms around your neck. You were still upset and hiccuping from earlier, now leaning against a hard brick wall. Then Zanka placed his lips against yours— first a peck then he pushed deeper. You've calmed down and followed along his flow– letting him take the lead. His kisses are feverish, like a man stranded in a dessert– he seeks your lips like water. You love his kisses so much, he puts so much emotion in it when you do and he lasts so long. He parts away with a string of saliva hanging on your lips which he licks away. While he was catching his breath, you littered kisses all over his face.
"I love you so much, Zanka~"
"yeah, yeah I know ya big oaf."
"come onnn! Say it back!"
"I'll say it back and give you more if you go along with me quietly!"
Vamp!Tamsy's pale skin never quite warms, even when you make him feel things he didn't think we're possible. He's always impeccably put together, emotionally and physically. He does this act just for the scowl he gets from you after teasing you, smiling with a little flash of his teeth.
Vamp!Tamsy never takes without permission. Finding a way to have you want him more than he wants you, to take advantage of the liquid beneath your skin, so when he didn't need to waste time changing your mind, he was over the moon. Expect aftercare from his lustful outburst.
Vamp!Tamsy has the eyes of old dusted daylight. You barely saw the many years of life he had on his belt through his smooth porcelain skin and reflective eyes. He's still so full of life. It was wrong, right? You weren't nearly as old as he was, yet you were drawn to his silky words like a moth to a flame. Watching him plead on his knee for a taste.
Vamp!Tamsy traces the visible veins on your hands, your tendons, or any other part that grabs his attention. Kissing roughly on the exposed parts of your skin and giggling when you glare at him for scrapping his teeth a little too hard.
Vamp!Tamsy loves when he sees you full of adrenaline. All he can think about is the blood rushing to your face, pumping your heart faster. It has him biting his tongue so hard it draws blood.
Vamp!Tamsy likes to lean on your chest just to hear your lungs and heart pumping. Knowing you're alive and full of all the things he loves, in one way or another.
Vamp!Tamsy when he feeds on you, it's way more sensual than you imagined. Always in a dark room, with his hands trailing to find the perfect spot to sink into you. Finally resting on your wrist, bringing it up to his lips. You watched him part his lips and press the tips of his fangs on your skin before staring at you for permission. Then he sinks past your skin slowly, watching your expression carefully. Then, sucking gently on the blood trickling down your arm.
Vamp!Tamsy, who begs for more, wishing he could drain you of everything you have... but that would be such a waste, especially on someone as sweet as you.
Hiii 😛 post orgasm with Tamsy. CAN YOU SEE THE VISION
Oh, this was a nice vision. tamsy caines x top!gn!reader
content warnings… sub!tamsy, dom!reader, top reader, anal, post orgasm but lowkey overstim, hand job
The dual haired beauty arched into your chest, his head resting on your shoulder with his jaw slack, a silent orgasm ripping through him with a ferocity he had never imagined possible. Tears dribbled from the corner of his eyes, mimicking the tip of his sensitive cock, leaking what cum his balls had left to give.
Your hand nearly wrapped around the entirety of his cock, especially as he was softening after finishing his orgasm. Tamsy was panting heavily, and his body glistened with a sheen layer of sweat. His delicate yet calloused hands rested at his sides as he slowly tried to regain his breathing, but his mind was still a mess. Unfortunately for him, that was when you decided you weren’t done, pushing him forward until his face was planted against the floor.
And it was as if a divine being had chiseled Tamsy’s back themselves, the soft plush of his ass jutting out to serve as handles for your hands, creating an elegant arch that dipped at his waist. A mix of blond and navy blue strands fell off his back to reveal darkened patches of skin, a testament that scars could not take away his beauty.
He was blubbering something against the cold floors, spit pooling on the floor because he could not close his mouth for more than a second. All he could do was feel how deep your member explored his gummy walls and moan like his life depended on it as you sunk deeper.
“Ahhh~n!—oh f—no—nnnghhaaahh!”
You didn’t respond, and instead focused on splitting his reddened ass with your stiff cock, watching his eager hole swallow you whole with each slow, and deliberate thrust. The volume of his voice rose with every stroke—his prostate had yet to take a break. Tamsy could feel heat quickly building in his stomach once more, but his brain was in no condition to process such.
“[N-name]—I–can’t–!” The angel whined, succumbing to the overwhelming pain that blurred into pleasure, tickling his very core that left him yelping for more. To be indecisive was a feeling unbeknownst to Tamsy, but the words “it hurts, feels good, it hurts” swirled around in his mushy head without end.
The pounding felt neverending, yet his asshole swallowed you back in with the same–if not more–eagerness than before. His body responded to you like it was his duty, insides clenching around your cock in hopes to drag you to the same pool of euphoria he was headed toward.
By now, drool had pooled on the floor, but Tamsy couldn’t pay any mind to it when his ass was constantly filled with your dick, let alone his own little toy receiving a punishment of its own, having not realized one of your hands taking hold of his penis.
“Hahh—! mmmph…!”
Perhaps what he meant to say was some sort of warning that he was cumming again, his pathetic dick sprouting white every few seconds, dirtying the floor. His dick pulsed in your hands, feeling raw from the constant toying you took pleasure in.
“Look at you, pleading that you can’t but cum twice as much as the last.” Whispering against his back, you squeezed his dick, and his hole took that as a sign to suck you in further–if that was even possible. He simply whined in response, unsure if he could take anymore… but Tamsy knew you always had more to give—and that only deepened his obsession.
Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
AFAB! Tamsy Caines (NSFW)
Oh how joyous this day is! After Tamsy learned of the occasion, he spent no time planning ahead for a date.
"I say we take a look around Canvas town at night, there are less people spraying paint and I heard they open more stalls in the evening."
He continues to talk about what he had prepared for this night while your fingers fix his long blonde and blue hair into a thick braid.
Your mind wanders back to a couple of years ago when Tamsy arrived at the HQ, his long hair flows freely in the wind. It was love at first sight you tell yourself. Before there was Semiu, you were the one who manned the reception, he arrived with the interest of becoming part of the Cleaners—given that he was already a Giver. You set up the interview with the boss and after a week of orientation he became part of Team Eager, giving Delmon a new teammate. Everytime they finish a mission, your eyes would always follow him from the entrance until he leaves your vision. A sigh leaves your mouth, he's so pretty! The way his voice sounds gives you butterflies everytime he talks, the way he carries himself with such elegance—makes you want to treat him like royalty.
Those glances of yours didn't go unnoticed by Tamsy, he can practically feel your burning gaze the moment he enters your vicinity. It was amusing to him when you had such a deadpanned expression every time he sees you but the intensity of your gaze says otherwise.
The tides began to shift when Semiu was introduced as a new member of the Cleaners. Based on her skills alone, she was fully capable of fighting out there— however, taking into account her vital instrument, she's more suited for a stay inside job.
This couldn't be more of a great news for you. Ever since you joined the Cleaners, you've always wanted to help take out trashbeasts—become stronger and protect your folks but a job behind a desk doesn't help you achieve that goal.
You jump up and down in your head while congratulating Semiu. The two of you couldn't contain a cheshire grin on both your lips.
Only two days after your "promotion", Corvus assigned you on your first mission. Gris was there to mentor you, which shaped you to be less reclusive than you were before. The time spent with them broke your walls down— gaining confidence in yourself as days went by— "maybe this time I'll actually have the courage to talk to him first."
Another mission was assigned for Team Eager and you—along with Tomme and Follo—were the designated Supporters. You sat in between Tamsy and Tomme– Follo driving the car while Delmon sat on the passenger seat. The road was bumpy and the only source of entertainment was the radio with only one station available.
Tamsy slept peacefully beside you—occasionally waking up from a sudden bump on the road—his head resting on his palm. You discreetly scoot over closer to him, little by little. Tamsy's sharp eyes doesn't miss this and intentionally leans on your shoulder as he "slept".
Your heart felt like exploding into tiny million pieces. Eyes falling down to gaze at his sleeping figure, those long blonde lashes of his felt like it could blow you away from its beauty. You fight the urge to fix the stray strands of hair blocking his face.
"We're here."
The jeep comes to a stop, an open field of trash far as the eyes can see. It was reported that trashbeast had began emerging and is slowly moving towards the nearest town. The town seems far from your current location, however it's better safe than sorry.
Tamsy and Delmon cleared the waves without a hitch, large trashbeasts disintegrated into dust. The fight left you sweating buckets, I guess this is how things usually go in missions. Follo gave you a pat on the back for a job well done. Tomme archived the mission status and you guys were good to go.
Your first mission out in the field had you properly exhausted. Your head lolls to the side, accidentally bumping against Tamsy's head, you were far too exhausted to even notice and apologize. Tomme had seen this and was about to fix your position—Tamsy waves his hand, letting your head rest against his shoulder for the whole ride.
Follo woke you up from your slumber, the team has already left the vehicle.
"Delmon said they're going out for drinks and meal later and invited us Supporters, you coming?"
"I don't know man, my first official job outside got me feeling weak."
"Then what better way to relieve that stress by going out for drinks!"
"I was thinking sleep is a better option–"
"Tamsy's coming."
"You should have started with that."
You and Follo arrived together at the bar, a lively atmosphere greets you, music and chatter fills the background.
"Right here." Tamsy's voice calls from the side where most of them are seated, a vacant space beside him. You took the seat beside Tamsy, your shoulders brushing against each other. Not a minute later the food they ordered beforehand arrives—the sweet and savory aromas instantly made your stomach grumble. The sound made Tamsy's eyes wander towards you.
You patiently waited for others to take their fill, Tamsy however takes a large portion of meat and places it down to your plate.
"Eat up." Your heart thumps inside your chest, you could practically hear it pumping in your ears.
"T-thanks.."
Chatter fills the air as the team slowly gets drunk, you however remain sober in your seat. Tamsy gives you a glance—
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I've been wanting to get my lip pierced, but going alone sounds too boring." Is he... Is he asking you out?
"I'm down to go if you're asking, might also get some done while I'm in there."
"Really? Where are you planning to get it done?"
Shit, shit, shit!
You weren't planning to go ahead this fast and you ended up spouting shit. Now you have to think of what part of your body is getting pierced. Ears sound like a good idea! But it might be too boring, you want something that can impress him.
"On my tongue."
Tamsy felt his mouth twitch, immediately wiping it off before anyone notices.
"How many are you getting? One alone does the work, but how about two? I bet it would look amazing on you."
Tamsy thinks it would look cool? On me?
"Two it is then." He gives you a close eyed smile.
"Be ready at noon, the shop's not too far from HQ but we do need to drive."
"I'll be on it."
The night ends and you all go back to your respective rooms. You stare at the ceiling in silence—soft ringing fills your ears.
DID HE JUST ASK ME OUT?
No, it couldn't be... Or it could! Why me though? If he wanted someone to come with him for a piercing won't he just ask Enjin? Or maybe Delmon?
Thought after thought fills your mind, not letting you get an ounce of sleep. It was only reminded when you saw the morning light peeking through your window.
Noon arrived and Tamsy was already at the door waiting for you. Your heart thumps at the sight of him.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
"Not at all, I just got here myself. Are you ready to go?"
"Yep, I'll go get the truck."
A bell above the shop's door rings when you opened the door—holding it open for Tamsy to enter. A woman, probably in her mid twenties greets you by the counter.
"Heya! You're the one who booked the piercing appointment, yeah?"
"Yes, that would be us."
"Alright, who's going first and what are they getting?" She guides you in a sanitized room, a table with hollowed needles and barbells.
Tamsy looks at you, your gaze locked in with the instruments on the table, he taps your shoulder—slightly startling you.
"D-did you say something?"
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go first. Do you?"
You hesitate, you don't want to look uncool in front of him! But it's your first piercing... and on your tongue no less! You don't have any idea how much it would hurt.
"If you're worried about the healing, we can ask Eisha to speed up the process can we?"
"We can? Something like this feels a bit trivial."
"She's a nice girl, she wouldn't turn down a friend would she?" He bats his lashes, giving you a warm smile.
"I hope so, can we buy a cake before we go back?"
"Sure, what for?"
"For Eisha, something to repay the favor."
Tamsy felt his eyebrow twitch, "you're such a good guy."
The woman waves at the two of you, "Come on now, who's going first?"
Tamsy was thinking about going first since you were too hesitant, let you watch him be cool about it so you wouldn't be too scared... but you pissed him off, just a little though.
He pushes you towards the black leather reclining chair. "Go on, we don't have all day."
"Okay! You're the one getting the double piercings, yeah?"
"Double piercings?"
Tamsy traces his fingers along your arms, tensing up as he does so, his touch felt electrifying. "Two vertical piercings, you wanted to get two, remember?"
"O-oh yeah.."
"If you're all good, we can start."
You got slightly pale from the closer sight of the instruments in the table. You felt Tamsy's fingers intertwine with yours, "You can do it, I'm right here." The lady beside you practically squeals. You could hear the gloves snap on her hand.
"Okay! Lay down now and stick your tongue out." You do as she says, closing your eyes shut, clutching onto Tamsy's hand for dear life.
"Okay, breathe in... and out." She pushed the needle in as you exhale and it stung. She stuck the rod in and removed the needle, attaching the ball underneath.
"Take a breather for a minute then we'll proceed with the other one!"
You felt lightheaded after, your grip on Tamsy's hand slipping. While the lady had her back turned—Tamsy gently slaps your cheek, not enough to sting but it revitalized you.
"You're doing so good." His thumb caressing your jaw.
"I am?" your fresh piercing throbs as it hit the roof of your mouth.
"Very much so, you can handle another one, right?" you shook your head no, the thought of another needle in that size passing through your tongue again sends a shiver down you spine. Why did you even agree to get it in the first place–
"Not even for me?" he asks, softly.
Now you remember. You're weak to pretty faces and he's the prettiest man you have ever met or seen, ethereal.
"Alrighty, let's finish the other one! You ready?"
Tamsy feels you squeeze at his hand—he returns the gesture, his thumb running across your clenched fingers.
"Yeah I'm ready, let's get this done."
"Okay, you know the drill—breathe in..." It stung four times harder than the first. You hold your breath in pain—Tamsy winced when your blunt nails dug on his skin. You're much more aware of the needle sticking out of your tongue and feeling the rod grind inside the hollow needle as she pushed it in—the slight scrape of the ball turning as she locks it in place.
"Aand done! Give yourself a look in the mirror!"
You groggily sat up and stared at the mirror in front of you.
"Looks amazing, doesn't it?" It was Tamsy who asked. Your ears felt like burning when you realized you were still holding his hand—you tried letting go but he held on tighter.
"Aren't you going to hold mine while I get my piercing done?"
Dumbstruck you were.
The lady had the biggest smile in room. She composed herself immediately, snapping a new pair of gloves on.
"Hehe... Oh! You're getting a labret, correct?"
"That's right." She aligns then marks his bottom lip. He inhales and she pushes the needle in—his grip tightens on your hand and your body shudders at the sight of the needle freely dangling in his lip. She inserts the flat end in and locks with the ball underneath.
"There, all done! Now let me go through with you the aftercare of your piercings." She rambles on, you won't really need it per se, since you've got Eisha in the base. Right now however—your jaw is slacked, keeping your tongue away from the roof of your mouth.
"....and no kissing or making out, or eating out each other for the matter of at least four to six weeks or more, you've gotta let those heal unless you want to get an infection!"
Both you and Tamsy were shocked. You wanted to clear up the misunderstanding but Tamsy was already dragging your frozen body out of the shop.
"Do you still want to buy a cake before we go back?" You shook your head no, you'll just make it up for her next time. First priority is getting your piercings healed because you can't even talk.
"If you say so."
You drove back to the HQ, immediately beelining to the infirmary where Eisha was luckily not preoccupied. You drag Tamsy in to explain things.
"O-oh those must've hurt. I can fix it up but I'm not sure if it will have an additional effect since those can conduct electricity."
"We'll take the risk, look at the poor man—he can barely talk, take pity."
You stood beside him with your tongue hanging out of your lips. You're only missing a couple of sagging dog ears and you've completed the look of a kicked puppy.
"Alright, just take a seat here and stick your tongue out." Eisha plugs Type:Heal—taking a deep breath in, a glow surrounds her the she touched your tongue. You felt a zap of electricity throughout your body, your hair puffing up. It felt like you just licked one end of a battery.
You clicked your tongue, feeling around your mouth.
"It doesn't hurt no more! Thank you, Eisha! Thank you!"
You held her hands, startling Eisha with your enthusiasm
"My turn."
And so Tamsy gets his piercing healed, promising Eisha that you'll return the favor soon. The two of you left the infirmary, an awkward silence fills the air as you walk the hallway.
Today's events got you thinking, what are we? Though not much happened—the way he talked and held you while getting your tongue pierced had your stomach doing summersaults. You wanted to ask, but were afraid to make the situation much more awkward than it already is.
"Can I see if it healed properly?" You stop in your tracks, snapping out of your thoughts. You stuck your tongue out. Tamsy draws closer, slightly pulling on your tongue to examine. You can't help but focus your gaze on his lips, the ball resting on under reflects the light from the window. You draw your tongue in, tasting a little salty from his fingers.
"See? All good–"
Tamsy closed the space between you, his lips touch yours, not moving—still for seconds that felt like an eternity.
"I get the impression that I'm not the only one waiting. Was I wrong?"
Your mind scrambles for an answer, did he really just kiss me?! What are we?!
"Ab-absolutely not!" Your heart felt like it was about to escape your chest through your mouth, the question you've been dying to ask finally emerges.
"Does this mean you're my b-boyfriend?
You shut your eyes close—fists clenched, waiting to be rejected.
"I guess it does, you'd still take me out for a proper date wouldn't you, lover boy?"
"Yes!"
"Darling?" Tamsy snaps his fingers. "You've been quiet, what's on your mind?"
You finish braiding his hair, tying a rubber band at the end to lock it in place. "I just remembered how we met, your hair is much longer now that I've noticed, healthier too."
"Well, I have you to thank for that."
You tuck a couple of loose hair behind his ear. Your finger glides down to his jaw, lifting to meet his eyes. His looks up at you, lovingly.
"You're gorgeous.."
"You say that every day, it's starting to lose its meaning."
"But you know I mean it from the bottom of my heart." You leaned down to softly kiss his lips.
"...mhm, I do." He drags you down on the bed, arms wrapping around your neck. You swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, tracing your finger along his chest—you stop. Parting from him to take a good look at what your fingers felt.
"Do you like it?"
He was wearing a white lace lingerie.
Straps falling off his shoulder, the white lace complimenting his body oh so beautifully. But it didn't stop there.
You unbuckled his pants, pulling them off and letting it fall on the floor.
The sight itself left you breathless. It was a matching pair of lingerie, ribbons adorning the straps resting on his hips. He was wearing one of those crotchless panties—his pussy lays bare, you press a thumb against his mound—waxed—slick already glistening his slit.
"This was supposed to be a surprise for later, I didn't expect you to be so eager."
Speechless, you were. Your eyes never left the perfect picture of his mound. He noticed this and smirks to himself.
Tamsy spreads his legs, his slit slightly parting from each other, you could see a small stream of slick pouring out—before it could even touch the sheet under him, you shoved your head in between his legs—tongue darting to lick him clean. You flick your tongue upwards, rubbing your piercings along his erect clit.
Tamsy grabs onto your hair—body jolting whenever your jewelry would touch his sensitive tip. The painful pull on your scalp didn't stop you from eating him out. Every flick of your tongue had him pouring like a broken faucet. Soon enough his body felt taut, his leg rising over your shoulders.
"Sh-shit! I'm close–hah– don't stop.. ngh-" you didn't need to be told twice.
Feverishly you drag your piercings along his clit, lapping up nectar from the source. Suppressing a loud moan, he came. His thighs trembled around your head—grip weakening on your hair. You drank the copious amount of slick he released.
"Wh-what the hell? Stop... hahh- stop it.." not even giving him a second to come down from his high, you couldn't help but plunge your tongue deep inside him, your nose directly rubbing against his erect clit. Soon your fingers joined, pushing one finger in along with your tongue, thrusting and curling—gently rubbing against that spongy spot that had his whole body feeling like static. You pull your mouth away from his sopping pussy—replaced with another finger. Kissing his abdomen, dipping your tongue in his pierced navel—sucking his tits through the fabric of his lingerie. His hands shot up to wrap around your head, his fingers pinching your ears—you suck harder.
"Fuuh– are you trying to milk me?" You hum, the sound vibrating along his chest. "Then I suppose your efforts will be in vain. Well of course, unless..." He grins.
The weight of his words stir your insides. Your fingers—still inside and curling—worked quicker, repeatedly hitting his trembling core. Your mouth moves to his, swallowing his moans. Your tongues dance with each other as his moans grew higher in pitch. Tamsy slaps your shoulder, trying to push you away. You however, push the kiss deeper. You can feel your fingers getting tired, your muscles almost cramping. You place your thumb against his clit, rubbing and pushing against it.
This sets Tamsy off immediately. Without warning he came once again—this time squirting as he does, making a mess on your shirt and pants. You draw away from the kiss—his eyes rolling back as unshed tears brim his thick eyelashes. His body, especially his thighs and legs kept trembling even after his orgasm. You burned his fucked out expression deep in your mind. With enough energy, he musters to put his foot on your chest, pushing you away from his already wrecked body.
"You- you idiot..." You wrap a hand around his ankle, dragging it down from your chest to the painfully erect tent in your pants. Tamsy holds his breath as you rub against his foot.
Thruts slow and deep, grunting as you dig his heel lower to your base. You roll your hips, trying to chase that sweet release.
"That's enough." He audibly heard you gasp as he pulls his foot away from your grip.
"Tamsy come on–"
"I already have the our date planned weeks ahead. If we miss this—I swear you will be hanging by Tokushin in ways you wouldn't find fun." you groan frustratingly. Of course you would wanted to go out with him and be all lovey dovey. But not with this goddamn tent in your pants!
"Take a shower again, I could see I made quite a mess on you." pointing at the wet marks on your shirt and pants.
"Then how about we take it togeth–"
"We've played these games before. Also, don't jerk yourself off. "
"You're so mean!" you huff while marching off to the bathroom, ready to take the coldest shower in your life. He wants you to save all your frustrations from when you get back home after your date~
Tamsy takes the moment to rest before he himself takes another shower.
The braid you made was now a mess, some of his hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He could still feel a slight pulsing from his nethers, remembering his remark from earlier.
Tamsy traced his abdomen, imagining a bump filled with love.
He immediately shuts the thought down.
Minutes later you came back and put on a new set of fresh clothes. Tamsy goes and takes a rather short shower. You help dry and fix his hair, again.
There was only an hour left before the sun sets and it would be at least a thirty minute drive to Canvas town. Tamsy rushes you to get your truck, waving to Semiu as you left.
"Have fun you lovebirds!"
You drove quite fast. "I really want to have fun in this date with him! but my meat keeps talking to me!" you grip the steering wheel harder. Heavy rock metal plays in the radio, in courtesy of Tamsy. The wind blows his hair from the open window, and it slightly lifts his shirt from his neck.
"You're still wearing that?!" pointing at the white lingerie peeking, the truck swerves a little.
"Eyes on the road. You have a long night ahead~"
A long night ahead indeed.
you will be back to your regularly scheduled program (scenarios with multiple characters), posting shorter fics.
I wish there were more submissive but still manipulative Tamsy fics.
Like he pushes you just enough to have you stay but not too much to push you away, gaslighting you just enough to make it feel like you're losing your mind. Making you mad so you use him roughly. He just needs you to fuck him while he's still in control with you mentally. He loves it when you're so passionate about him and his body.
His long hair flows all over his bed, You grab his small waist as he chokes you, leaning on your throat while he rides you. When you cough from being deprived of oxygen and grip his long, silky hair, yanking it back, having him arch his back. And you suck in a harsh breath as he lets up his grip slightly, still moving up and down, moaning.
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.
LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!! Would love a tamsy x reader where reader comes back from being out with the girls and finds tamsy in his room reading and wants to stay. Tipsy cutesy confession and the night goes further than friends x :3
Delirious Confession
Cw: handjob, blowjob, face siting, hair pulling, gn!reader, flirting (kinda a confession)
Note: You didn't mention the readers gender so I tried making it as ambiguous as possible. Sorry this took so long! Ly! <3
You didn't mean to get as drunk as you did, but I was a nice party, and you didn't really wanna be left out. Thankfully, you're not so drunk you can't walk, so on the way back with riyo, you stumble into the halls, saying bye to her. Only to feel a growing headache as soon as the silence creeps into the room, maybe you just didn't notice until now. But you didn't want to think about that, only where Tamsy was.
Walking down the hall, you head straight for tamsys' room, leaning against the door for a second to recalibrate. With a sigh, you knock on the door lightly, "...come in." A sweet voice rang through your throbbing head, and you enter his room swiftly, closing the door behind you. "Tamsy..." You mumble, hanging your heavy head down, stumbling over to where he was seated and lean down, planting a kiss on his temple. He stares at you, not questioning why you just kissed him, "Why are you so drunk?"
You groan at his words, the headache you have coming back, "I was out with some of the other cleaners. It got kinda wild..." you giggle through the dizziness, and fall into his bed. Laying on your back with your hand on your forehead.
Silence.
Then, for a second, you hear some shuffling and a book hitting a table. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, suddenly opening your eyes, feeling a weight on either side of your arms. Seeing him hovering above you, an unreadable expression plastered his face. "Do you remember what happened atleast?" You hum putting your hand on his cheek, admiring his delicate features. "Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are..." he sighs at you managing to get distracted so quickly, but he couldn't help the tingle in him at your words. "Oh? Am I as beautiful as you?" He had a wide smile on his face, suddenly realized your hands were moving down his body, tugging on his unbuttoned collar.
What were you saying?
You don't remember, only being able to focus on his skin. The scars peeking through his shirt, leading down his body. His prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed feeling your hands drag down him. He was waiting for you to take the lead, how cute.
"Take your shirt off for me."
"... So bold." He lifts himself up off his hands and removes his top, still straddling your hips. And like a curtain reveling the stage, his chest is now fully on display. He looks at you with a smirk, still holding the shirt in his hand. "anymore orders?" He stares at you for a second, expecting you to laugh or something. But no, you just run your hand behind his hair and grab the back of his neck. Guiding him down to your lips, pressing against him sloppily. tounge rolling over his silver piercing. you felt his lips stretch into a smile, then press into your body.
You started mumbling at this point, your so delirious that you seem to forget how to act decent. Tamsy wasn't complaining though, your desperate lips dedicated on seducing him was working.
You feel a need to reach down, to press your hands against the growing arousal pressed against your stomach. Which you decide not to, but he grabs your hand and places your palm against his pants. A loud exhaled whine leaves him, pressing his tounge harder against yours. You almost thought he was the drunk one.
You raise your fingers above his elastic waistband, reaching past the layers of his undergarments and straight to the shaft of his still slightly soft dick.
It's twitching
You thought through your haze, stroking up and down gently over each vein. Tracing from the base to the tip. "Pleaseee... touch me like you mean it..." he smothered against your lips, pressing his hips into your hands. You wrap your legs around his hips and firmly grasp his cock, twisting and stroking it up and down. His tounge was pretty much all the way down your throat, as you moaned back into his mouth. So much pre-cum was pouring out of his cock you almost thought he came already, he leans away from your lips as a string of salivate still conects the two of you. "mhhhf faster~..." he mumbles, picking himself up and moving his hips up your chest. Leaning over your frame as he moves his hands to rest on either side of your head.
His long hair falls over his shoulders like a veil of blonde hair that flows freely over you two, trapping you both in darkness. He stays perfectly still, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
He's so light.
You thought as you stared at the head of his cock, still twitching a red angry color.
You kissed the tip of his dick and he starts to sweat, thinking how perfect you'd look with his cock between your lips...
At that he pushes the head against your swollen lips, cupping your cheeks and waiting for you to let him in.
You open your mouth and stick out your tounge, smirking at his whine of approval.
He slips his dick into your warm mouth, a faint smell of alcohol in the air. He didn't push all the way in so you don't gag and vomit in your drunken haze, so he sticks to pushing himself in and out slowly as he leaned over to brace himself against the concrete wall. He almost came at the feeling of you giggling against his cock, as you swirled your tongue up and down still gripping the base. He was about to tease you, but you suddenly reached up and tugged the life out of the back of his hair - he felt as though a string snapped in his belly, letting out a choked moan. Arching his back and leaning against his hands, now gripping your shirt behind him.
You watch as his chest rises and falls, biting his lip again, feeling you still gripping his scalp. "Hmm- you a bit of a sadist huh..." you gurgle a bit as some of his cum still sits in your throat.
Tamsy's eyes find yours with a dazed look. He pauses for a moment, tongue sitting thick in his mouth as he tries to repress another moan. "Maybe we should find out once you're sober..."
Could you write a Tamsy x masc!reader? I don't have a scene in mind but maybe something pre-dating when the reader could never even imagine Tasmy being interested in them. Idk it sounds cute 🥺 Thank you :D
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A/n: YES FINALLY
Cw: 6'0 masc!reader, confession, fluff, described saliva- (idk if that's an ick)
When you first met him, you were barely clinging on to life, having found no where to go and no one to call home. Sitting in a toxic wasteland of sand and trash for hours, that's when you hear steps sifting through the sand, you opened your eyes to see a sweet smile staring back at you. Connected to a face you'd never forget. Then, that beautiful face spoke. recruiting you to the cleaners, team vigor. Where you officially met the man you now know as Tamsy. You would be seeing that same face a lot more that you thought you would, and you're not complaining.
...
After many nights with the cleaners, you felt a connection grow with the team every day, but especially with the sweet, blonde haired man. You didn't know why you thought so fondly of him, you're just close friends, right? Since he saved you? So why is it that your heart strains against your chest every time he brushes up against your larger form? It's fine, It didn't really matter. you kept to yourself unless someone calls upon you. Which was surprisingly frequent, but one person takes the cake for being the most present, which was none other than Tamsy himself. It was just to talk about work, your past, or him simply coming in to sit with you. It was like he was trying to get a reaction from you all the time, watching him twirl with the blue parts of his hair and looking at you attentively, it didn't help the way he laughed quietly even if you only said something moderately funny. You just thought he was a good guy, a shoulder you could lean on. Even after you realized your feelings, you kept your distance. Never crossing a line. But Tamsy made it difficult.
Maybe he does that with everyone...
That made your heart sink.
You thought telling yourself that would make you feel better. instead, you never wanted to know more just how he truly felt. You were more aware now of the way he interacted with you, just to second guess yourself when it came to thinking about his feelings being... mutual.
He's just touching my arm to comfort me. yeah, just two guys hanging out.
Why is he staring at me like that? No, it's fine, just a passing look.
"Hey."
You jumped, seeing him leaning over your bed with that same smile you've always known and loved. "Ah, Tamsy, you startled me." You watch him stand up straight, with you now sitting up in your bed. "Can't sleep?" He said it so quietly even you could barely hear it, "you don't have to keep worrying about me. I'm not a child, Tamsy." He just laughs and mindlessly twirls his hair again over his pointer finger. "May I?" You nod to his question without thinking. That's when he turns around and sits pressed up against your hip. The smile on his delicate face is still ever so prominent.
He looks so beautiful with his hair down.
You didn't realize you were staring at his lips until he suddenly stopped smiling, looking at you with an unreadable expression.
"Shit, sorry that was weird, I blanked." Now you were sweating a little, feeling his lower back against your thigh as he looked at you through the sides of his silky hair.
That's when he twists his body and leans in close, a slight up-curve of his lips appear once more seeing your face heat up. "You got a thing for me, don't you?"
You're so dead. Might as well just go for it now, right?
You lean in close, laying your fingers on his throat before pressing your lips gently on his. Just waiting for him to pull away, that's when you feel him put a hand on your thigh and deepen the kiss. Pushing his tongue against your lips until your mouth finally parts and you feel him push his warm muscle deep into your mouth.
Was this really happening?
He was the first to pull away, your lips now soaked with his saliva. "I was waiting for you to do that." He sounded a little out of breath, biting his lip as he pressed his mouth against the tips of his fingers, like he was reminiscing. "We should do that more often, don't you think?" He stares back at you with that same unreadable expression, to which you sigh and nod. Trying not to stare at his lips again, the silver piercing now shimmering with the wetness that now coats it. "Hey, next time you wanna kiss me, don't keep me waiting."
