🔒Him gently but firmly guiding you with a steady hand on the small of your back through crowded areas (like if y’all go out to eat or sum)
🔒Along the previous vein, whenever he drives (which is most always when you two venture out, and could serve as another casual expression of his dominance in your relationship) Tamsy will rest a hand along your thigh, or intertwine his unoccupied hand with yours, gently stroking his thumb over the flesh of either body part (the absentminded movement is both grounding, comforting and somewhat possessive 🥴)
🔒Tamsy most usually taking the initiative and planning outings/dates in advance for y’all when work/time permits (it’s not a dismissive or inconsiderate thing at all: he will still on occasion ask your input or suggestions for activities and take what you say into account, most definitely- it’s just that he also likes to be proactive and feels that, as the man, he should be able to A.) cater to your preferences without having to always explicitly ask you and B.) be a leader and make decisions for you both)
🔒Him maintaining eye contact with and actively listening to you when you speak; additionally, instead of leaning forward to engage (as he would with, say, a small child) he leans back and subconsciously makes you enter his space
🔒Tamsy speaking very clearly and decisively when he addresses you (he uses affectionate epithets with some degree of frequency, but he is very fond of using your given name, and using a very gentle, warm, affectionate tone of voice to say it)
🔒Him establishing clear boundaries within the relationship, and, along that same line, remaining assured and confident in himself and his aspirations, regardless of the differences that may exist between you (Tamsy won’t earnestly pursue someone who is just too fundamentally different from him though, so you won’t have to worry so much about your foundational principles being on opposite ends of the spectrum/being unequally yoked in that way)
𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:
🫦Tamsy always maintains a firm grip on you (hips and thighs specifically) and unwavering, intense eye contact whenever you two are intimate, especially if he’s going down on you
🫦Shibari (need I say more?)
🫦I’ve mentioned this previously, but Tamsy always prioritizes your pleasure over his own, which, in a way, gives him a uniquely separate sense of pleasure from that which is purely physical (it makes him feel capable and a bit prideful, knowing that he can so effortlessly bring you that feeling of euphoria that accompanies each orgasm)
🫦As far as positions are concerned, Tamsy most often prefers to be the one on top/taking the lead, but even when he obliges any inkling you may have to try and “dominate” him, it’s still apparent to both of you that he is ultimately the one with the authority (in a perhaps odd twist, even his supposed “submission” reads as him being confident and powerful (🥴) enough to either maintain or regain control of the situation whenever he pleases ( 🥴🥴🥴)
🫦MARKS, MARKS, MARKS MARKSMARKSMARKSBITINGLOVEBITESCLAIMINGMARRRRRRRRKKKSSSSSSS (Tamsy will absolutely smother you in possessively (intentionally) placed hickies/bite marks; he wants everyone to know you’re taken, and most importantly, by who (🥴)
It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.
You manage to get hit by a Vandals lust jinki, but luckily for you Tamsy is there to help you out.
I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.
Pairings: Tamsy Caines x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamsy ties you up, choking, Tamsy cums untouched.
Word Count: 2.2k.
“Please, help me Tamsy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.
Tamsy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.
“Where’s your mask?” Tamsy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.
“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamsy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—
“You gotta help me, Tamsy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.
It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.
But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamsy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—
It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.
“Tamsy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”
Fuck.
Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.
“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamsy.”
God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.
He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.
“It’s okay,” Tamsy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”
Tamsy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.
But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamsy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.
“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”
“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamsy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamsy please.”
These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.
“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”
Oh, he was fucked.
That was the nail in his coffin as Tamsy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”
He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.
Tamsy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.
“Don’t tease me, Tamsy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”
His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.
“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.
“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamsy. I can’t take any more— it hurts.”
Tamsy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.
“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamsy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamsy, please.”
Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.
“More, Tamsy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”
“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.
“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamsy. I need more—”
If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.
“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.
“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.
All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamsy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—
The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.
“I want your cock so bad, Tamsy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.
“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.
“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”
“Shut up,” Tamsy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.
“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.
“You’re filthy.” Tamsy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.
“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.
“I beg to differ,” Tamsy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”
“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.
Tamsy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.
“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.
This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.
“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.
“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamsy spend his motions up in response.
Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.
“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”
“Oh my— fuck, Tamsy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.
His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamsy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.
“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”
Tokushin goes lax as Tamsy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as he hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.
╰₊✧ A/n: Sorry if it took a while. I'm starting to realize that I probably have fatigue, or just burn out.
The day felt heavy and dreary, a rare occurrence for the janitors. Your body felt tired, with eyelids threatening to collapse in on themselves. Who would've thought that fighting one beast would have you exhausted?
To you, it seemed like your body was falling under some force. It was as if this force had singled you out, targeting you and placing immense pressure on you. I mean, you were panicky about the beast coming after the supporting janitors, having to keep an eye out for both janitor and beast. This responsibility having taken a toll on you, leaving you distressed and overwhelmed.
Along with the fact that you were trying to document these particular beasts, your mind racing to recall their unique abilities. Maybe you just needed to rest. Adoring the idea of being in bed with Tamzy, laying on his body as his hands caress your sides. You were quietly lying on the car seat, observing the passing scenery.
You miss Tamzy.
You know it has only been a few hours without him, but there was something about him. He was a source of energy for you, despite his opposing attitude. As the car approaches the familiar building, your heart races with anticipation. You place your hand over your mouth, as if to contain your excitement.
Happiness bubbled in your stomach as you silently told the driver to hurry it up, he ignores your call, but understands how you feel. When the car stopped, you kicked the door open and leaped out, skipping towards the building and leaving everyone bewildered. They were astonished, yet confused by your sudden burst of energy like you weren't smacked around by the beast an hour ago.
Maybe you finally lost it.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case. I mean, you were a bit delirious, but heaven was behind those pearly gates. Unfortunately, you fell to the ground as soon as you reached the gates, your burst of energy fading away.
Semiu was at a loss, contemplating on whether she should leave you on the floor or go find Tamzy. She knew he'd be the best in handling you. Your relationship with him was tightly knitted, one where the other would break if the other disappears. So she rises from her seat and disappears into a hallway, searching for the amiable man.
As she entered the room, she noticed Tamzy lying on a couch with his eyes closed, humming softly. She walked over to the couch and leaned on it, stealing a glance at him before turning her gaze towards the blank and scratched-up wall.
“Tamzy,” she says blankly. “They're at the door.”
She can hear him moving off the couch, causing his clothes to rustle with each little shift he makes. He stands up and leaves the room, an image of you popping into his mind of you leaning against the door frame. He can see it, you acting all cool and collected, hiding signs of fatigue with ease. You've done it before. Your facade had him piqued with curiosity.
The image of you dwells in his mind as he makes his way to the entrance.
An immediate chuckle rose out of him as he saw you lying on the ground. Maybe he shouldn't daydream you acting cool, knowing how awkward you can be sometimes. But there was something about it that got him loving you more, the expectation dwindling before his very eyes.
That was it.
He noticed you holding an expectation of yourself. Maybe today was just like those before you became janitor. The day he met you, where you placed the world before you, blood on you yet not a care on your face despite it belonging to you.
His hands gently caressed your head, a soft pressure that arose to you from your exhaustion. You look up at him, his eyes softening upon looking into your eyes. You look away ashamed, feeling as if youve broken a promise, yet one was never made.
"C'mon, let's go," his voice is soft, comforting you like a blanket.
There it was, the moment you were waiting for all day. Laying with Tamzy as his hands wander and massage your body, fingers tracing over stretch marks and following the dips of skin. Your body still felt heavy, but with each gentle stroke of his fingers against you, it seemed as if sleep was taking over. Before you fell asleep, you felt a soft kiss against your forehead, your eyes closing as everything fell into place.
...and exiting your bedroom early one morning to find the man already awake, shirtless and clad in only black sweats and gray fuzzy socks, nursing a steaming cup of plain, black coffee by the stove, on which sits a sizzling pan of thick cut, sweet hickory bacon.
His hair is still loose from the night before, slightly damp from his shower, the indigo and paparazzi blond strands cascading in silky waves down the length of Tamsy's broad back.
Your husband hums quietly to himself- mellifluous voice a soft, pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the mourning doves cooing outside.
He moves with languid purpose, cracking eggs one handed (a skill you've yet to master yourself that always seems just that much more attractive when Tamsy does it), and expertly portioning waffle batter into the idling machine sitting a little ways to the side on the counter.
You watch, entranced and positiviely smitten, subconsciously trying to avoid disturbing him while he seems to have found his rhythm.
As you absentmindedly stare, Tamsy, seemingly having suddenly sensed that he has an audience, turns to meet your eyes.
'He's beautiful,' the simple thought fizzles across the forefront of your mind; a dopey, lovesick smile forming along your mouth.
Tamsy returns with a brilliant, closed-eyed beam of his own- his plump, perpetually soft lips pulled back to reveal two straight rows of pearly whites.
"Good morning, 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔," he croons, sunlight and mirth and a love so genuine and obvious it makes your breath hitch dancing in his eyes.
The aquamarine and bright amber orbs appraise you intensely, but not unkindly.
Never that.
Tamsy, as far as you're aware, has always gazed upon you reverently, like you personally hung the stars that comprise the galaxy of his innermost being.
You're sure your eyes reflect a similar sentiment.
Your relationship with Tamsy blossomed from an, admittedly, charmingly mundane place. Your shared eclectic music taste, similar calm demeanors and, funnily enough, love of white radish noodles drawing the two of you inexorably into the others orbit.
Becoming better acquainted with and learning more about the enigma that was the man they called "Angel" was always a privilege and a pleasure, a blessing you don't take for granted.
In this present moment, you approach your now husband, a slight bounce to each step from your evident enthusiasm. Upon reaching him, you slide your arms around his neck, a giddy little giggle sounding from you as his arms-in all their lithely muscled, scarred glory- instinctively wrap around your waist in response.
The two of you maintain eye contact momentarily, before a shared impulse compels you both forward, your lips meeting in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Your tongues dance in tandem, small sounds of contentment sounding from you both. Tamsy's hands subconsciously squeeze and massage your waist; your own fingers tangle in and scratch at the midnight blue hair at the base of his neck, an action which causes your man to hum approvingly.
After several moments elapse, the two of you becoming increasingly entangled in one another, you pull away- breathless, heart thumping harder against your ribcage. Tamsy teasingly nudges his nose against yours, chuckling quietly as you giggle and shy away.
Determined not to be the only flustered person currently occupying the kitchen, you shoot forward, placing another quick peck against your husband's lips.
So, I was doin' a lil' tinkin' 👉🏾👈🏾, and, as a few of you may know or have seen, I have begun development of my introductory mutli-chapter Tamsy/Gachiakuta fic, which you helpful girlies have decided shall be named "To Whom It May Disturb."
That being said, it is an "x reader" fic, and as such, I want y'alls input on how the representative reader character is portrayed. (I am also heavily contemplating drafting a second edition of the fic that features a named OC, concurrently with the GP friendly version.)
So, I was considering the best way to obtain
feedback from y'all, and wanted to pose this
question:
Would anyone be interested in doing a Discord call where we discuss story details and bounce ideas around with each other? 🥹
This could also evolve into multiple calls, and we
could even spotlight different community
member's/other Tamsy writers' works to
discuss, if anyone would like to do that.
I already have a dedicated Discord server set up that I always intended to use as a way to interact with my readers about my stories, and while due to life lifing (🙃) it's not really been used, I figured now would be an excellent time to dust 'er off and give it another go!
So yeah, if this intrigues anyone, please don't
hesitate to express your interest here and/or
message me and I'll send you the server invite
link!
Once I've kind of gauged interest, if any, we can discuss time details for the call more in depth.
Aight, das all from me for now. Thanks for readin'!
