+𝟏𝟖 ᢉ𐭩 changing tamsy caines pretty piercing(s) only means one thing . . .
❤︎ TONGUE
your fingers like soft, invisible feathers over his skin. gentle strokes and languide touches dancing all around his bewitching features. “open ‘n out, f’me baby” his creamy, ghostly pale eyes following your every move - like the best of trained puppies. tamsy’s hands heavy, demanding onto your hips - keeping you in place, still above his barely clothed lap. slowly, he threw his head back. his pupil-less eyes staring - locking and roaming within the dim perimeter of your relaxed features. his full lips parted, a faints string of pearly saliva still connecting the rough edges of his mouth. allowing his tongue to teasingly loll out of its damp prison. your fingers faintly worked over the old, rugged edges of his piercing - attentively screwing the little silver ball away from its bar. “stay like this. i’ll be right back to you, ‘kay?” you mindlessly mumbled. your heart thumping, drumming with excitement as tamsy’s big, slender fingers adorned the plush flesh of your hips in light, feeble circle drawings. “more,” your digits toyed with his wet muscle. the pads of your fingers faintly gliding over its length, searching and tracing the little outline of his healed hole. “need to see your tongue tams” screwing the new jewel onto its newly found owner, you let your hands lightly cradle his skin. cupping his pretty face in between your needy hold, as you looked down at your flawless job. “mhm,” your mouth watered at the sight of him. so close, wildly open for you. “so, so pretty” your lips parted in need, desperate to size the moment and latch onto his siren-calling mouth. your tongue flattened against his. the hard, ice cold texture of his piercing tickling over your burning flesh. his lips unmistakably stretched into a heavy, taunting grin as his tongue ruling pushed and ground against yours. you shamelessly moaned into the depth of his mouth, making tamsy groan over your tongue as he greedily swallowed everything you had to offer. “yeah, follow my lead” he crooned, leading his face away from yours. “so good sweet girl, you’re so good to me, all the fucking time” his long fingers roughly sprawled over your plushy cheek. tapping and lightly smacking your tender skin under the soft texture of his flesh. “now, it’s your turn,” he whispered, his pearly white teeth sinking deeply into your trembling bottom lip. “open ‘n out, f’me baby”
❤︎ MOUTH
your mind froze - your brain broke, shattering into a million tiny pieces as soon as tamsy full, plump lips closed around your little bundle of nerves. the icy cold sensation from his newly applied labret piercing, making your pussy gush and loudly squelch around the prominent curvature of his lips. “tams! baby — nngh! — oh god! we can’t — augh! — i just —“ swiftly, he hushed you. teasingly shaking his head in between your tights, dragging and grinding your thumping little clit within his lips. “mh, i know” his tongue avidly glided over your glistening cunt - slurping and nastily lapping at your folds. “and you did such a perfect job f’me” his words incoherent, deprived of every meaning as they approached your ears. his face heavily buried in between the heavenly land in between your velvety thighs - his lips glued, latch onto your sex masking his praising words into sinful, meaningless muffled sounds. “look,” he mouthed, his lips sweetly hovering above your leaking, crying cunt - leaving a last open mouthed kiss over your shuddering lips, before inching his head upwards, away from your pussy. “c’mon, look at me” he urged. angling his pretty face deeper under the dim, trembling lights of your room. letting his angelic features bathe in the poor illumination. “see?” tamsy delicately moved his face around, putting on the nasties of shows just for you. you gasped, feeling your pussy tremble and throb around nothing but futile air the moment your eyes locked onto his glistening, dripping flesh. his mouth glossy, plumper than usual - now, heavily dripping in your arousal. heavy, pearly droplets of your pleasure danced across his reddening skin. forming light, straight lines across his chin. where, right under his lower lip, his silver piercing glistened, heavily dripped within your liquid needs. “i’m all dolled up now” he said, writhing his tongue across his damp flesh. eagerly cleaning and swallowing the fugitive, remaining drops of your lust full desires. “and it’s all thanks to you sweetheart. wanna praise ‘n reward my baby for all of her hard work. so, c’mon lemme do this - lemme do this for ya”
❤︎ CHEST
you lightly tapped your fingers against his sculpted pecks. “all done” tearing your eyes away from your work, you drifted away from his body. gifting your bare back to tamsy as you looked at your unfinished make up in the nearest mirror. you saw him, before you felt him. his body swiftly eating away the distance installed in between your bodies. his big hands gently sprawling all over your naked flesh, as his torso came in contact with your back. “don’t run from me jus’ yet” he lead your hips closer to his. making your semi-covered ass faintly collide with his clothed growing erection. “stay” your heart wildly fluttered inside its bony textured cage - his command making your knees week, all giddy and mushy, utterly incapable of holding you up. your boyfriend came to your rescue, flushing your backside straight over his torso - flattening your body to his. “yeah,” he nodded his head within your hair. “good girl angel, like this. oh, jus’ like this baby” his hips faintly ground against the plump surface of your ass. his torso heavy, massive against your back - completely caging your body in between his scheming hold. his pierced nipple grazed at your spine, making you lightly yelp out in surprise - guiding your back to arch away from his touch at sudden, heart quickening change of pressure. “don’t” he warned. “no fucking runnin’” clasping a hand around your bobbing throat, he finally regained control over your fugitive body. again, he shoved your body to his, using his hand to guide your head in between the conjunction between his shoulder and his slender neck. his cock found your ass again. crying pretty pre-cum tears of desire as it moved in slow, agonizing strokes, slithering its way in between your covered folds. “want you to watch” calloused fingers burning like wildfire over your skin, as he moved your head to the mirror. silently commanding your eyes to glue and lock over your entwined figures. “watch us for a while,” he dipped his head into the crook of your neck - inhaling your scent into the depth of his rotten system. his silky blond and blue locks quickly left his domain, running all over your chest, tickling and cradling your flesh. “no need for you to work, nor think anymore. just watch us baby”
❤︎ DICK
his fingertips faintly toyed with his apadravya piercing, as he reinserted and screwed shut the tight, shimmering metal ball. he watched you, as his fingers worked. his creamy, ghostly eyes almost swallowing you whole as they painted with the purest form of lust. “. . . you never let me help with this one” you pouted at him, feeling your desire drip down your caged pussy. tamsy condescendingly laughed at your saddening expression, his treacherous cock sobbing, sweet droplets of arousal sensually sticking to his unshaved happy trail. “why would i ever make you work,” his hand slithered over to his cock. his fingers gently wrapping around its girth. a loud, heavy breath shuddered away from his parted lips the moment his hand tightly clasped around the fat base of his sex. “for your gift?” your heart stopped right in its track. your cheeks reddened. your pussy writhing, leaking. your mind hazy, all fogged up at the thought - for you. that’s right, he did it for you, for your pleasure. for his desperate need to please you. “this is for you to feel pretty baby, no work is needed” and fuck, if you feel it - him. your legs viciously positioned over his bare back, his heavy, broad shoulder keeping you in place, keeping you grounded as he pounded you into the mattress. his length forcefully bullying its way inside your trembling, gushing cunt. your gummy walls drunk in love, desperate to feel him. his swollen, pierced tip slowly grazed against your mushy insides, making your pussy shamefully drool around his hard cock. “she’s cryin’ baby —mmmh fuck! — yer sweet, drooling pussy’s cryin’ f’me” tamsy deepened his angle above your trembling body. his strokes meaner, sloppier, nastier. his girth seemingly enlarged inside your writhing pussy. making your eyes heavily roll in the back of your head, as your nails dragged heavy, bloody path over the tender path of his back. “shit, yeah?” he moaned, leaning his arched back closer to your clawing touch. “this how much you feel me inside you baby?” his bullying tip finally faltered, his movements desperately stuttering over their own rhythm. his prominent, hefty piercing softly kissed the spongy, hidden flesh of your cervix. “oh fuck! — make me feel you baby” his labored breathing hit the shell of your ear, making your body shudder at the light, scorching breeze. his hips heavily rammed against yours - clinging and greedily bathing in your pearly, liquid desire for him. his thrusts like the vicious of predator, hunting and searching for his oblivious prey - the peak of your high, your orgasm. “c’mon, i want it. make me feel everything you feel — hah, fuck oh fuck — make me feel everything ’m makin’ you feel” he rasped, hiding his face into your shoulder. his pearly white teeth barbarously sinking into your plush flesh - biting his presence into your skin. “make me hurt as much as ‘m pleasing you”
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"Being rude is easy.
It does not take any effort and is a sign of weakness and insecurity.
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“It’s fine, it’s all my fault right? It’s enough, I am a disappointment. I am always repeating yesterday, though it’s important to know when to give up.”
“Then, before the knife is released, I’ll seal off your mouth with my mouth.”
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Hey, I love a character covered in blood just as much as any other whump lover, but I think we don't talk enough about the whole "character being weak" thing.
Characters too weak to stand, too feeble to lift their head up. Conscious, but just barely, needing to be carried. Characters that need someone to tend to them, feed them, or carry their listless body out of danger. Characters that sleep through the day. Characters being nursed back to health.
Yes 👏 And when they bounce back a littleee bit but not quite enough, like they don't need to be carried but they have to lean on the walls and furniture while taking super slow, small and clumsy baby steps, and maybe they only make it halfway to their destination before they have to sit on the ground. Trembling with the strain it takes to accomplish something, dealing with the frustration of how long it's taking to regain their strength
