#tamas ocs

[milezryn]

"What do you want from me?" Dekar asks. He is knelt on the ground, the dirt parted beneath his knees. It stains his pants, his hands, his fingertips. He digs into the earth with nimble fingers and picks a weed from the garden by its roots. This is a pointless endeavor: they will grow back, always. But the garden will be prettier for a while in their absence.

(short drabble under the cut)

The god says nothing. It stares, smiling, watching. Its hand comes to rest in Dekar's hair, tousling brown locks. It will never get used to how warm mortals are–how temporary. Strong hands in the earth and a body that could shatter at the slightest push. Why had the universe designed such things? Why leave them here, in places like these, for harm to come upon them? It does not know. It is still young.

Dekar wrinkles his nose. He does not pull away from the touch, but turns his head to look at the god. There is no fear in his face, though his brow is furrowed. His hands pause in their digging. "Will you answer me? Can you speak?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The god asks. Its voice is like gravel, like the wind, like the creaking of the earth and the whispers beneath it. It knows that it is a monstrous sight to mortals. Rarely do they stay once they catch a glimpse at its form.

"No. I have seen stranger." Dekar says. He looks back down to the dirt. "And you did save my life, so I can hardly treat you poorly now. I just want to know. The priests would have me ask."

"I simply want to watch." The god says.

Dekar is quiet for a moment, and then his fingers plunge beneath the cool soil again, searching for the roots of another weed. "Watch, then." He says.

The god smiles.

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Venenum

highly requested tama tonga fic.

warnings ; 18 +, smut, angst, toxicity, heavy and intimate scene, verbal arguments

"Lani! Lani! La- Ugh." The woman's friend called repeatedly in an attempt to grab the others attention as she traveled throughout the arena's backstage area.

This time around, WWE was held in New York, and the enormous auditorium was teeming with energy. The fans' cries were likely loud enough to be heard across the illuminated city, and the excitement that filled the arena could be felt all around.

"Lani, slow down! Shit." The female eventually comes to a halt and turns around, ripping an earbud out of her ear as she watches her friend sprint up to her, clearly out of breath and struggling to heave more than she did to breathe in general.

"Girl, what the fuck.." Nalani said, her expression perplexed. 

Nalani's friend held up a finger to indicate that she needed a minute before lowering her hands to her knees, taking long breaths to control her breathing, and slowly rising up straight and staring her best friend in the eyes. 

Nalani removed her earbuds entirely and stuffed them in her purse after noticing the gaze of her best friend, Yvonne.

"What is it?" She questions, her tone silvery but full of worry.

Yvonne sighs as she grabs Nalani's arm and leads her down the corridor to a less congested spot. "Tama, he starts at the company tonight."

Tama Tonga was someone Nalani once had a close ‘situationship’ with; the two were not dating nor were they anything else, nonetheless the two had a terrible fallout, which was one of the main reasons the woman decided to leave NPJW and join WWE, where she has been for at least two years. 

Yvonne expected her friend to be shattered by this news and was ready to console her in any way she could, but Nalani's expression was blank, emotionless. 

"Whatever." Nalani responds, shrugging her shoulders. "Him and I happened a long time ago, it is what it is, Yvonne but, thank you for telling me anyway."

With that, the woman walked away, leaving the other lingering there in shock. 

Later that night, the program had been running for at least an hour or two, and Nalani found herself practically hooked to the TV. Tama had made his debut in the ring, standing alongside Solo Sikoa. The woman tried to fool herself into believing she didn't care about the man's presence, but she did.

As the Tama and Solo segment concluded, it was time to proceed with the matches, and Nalani had yet to notice that she and Tama were in the same room along with their many other coworkers, watching the events on TV. However, Nalani felt holes being burnt into her back and rose up to leave the room as a result. 

As she got up from her seat, her eyes connected with his for barely a few seconds, yet even with such a brief period of time, the two could feel a strong surge of tension sweep over them both. A surge so overwhelming that it made Nalani's knees weak. So strong, Tama had to take a deep breath in and out, feeling as if the air between them was so thick he could hardly breathe.

Tama followed the woman as she fled the room. He accompanied her every step but lagged behind her, leaving enough distance between them so others assumed it was a coincidence that the two were on the same path.

"Nalani!" Tama whispered, more like a whisper shout. 

He increases his speed. 

"Nalani, stop please. Let's talk." He tries once more. 

The woman shook her head, hoping to drown out the man's voice as she searched for an empty space to hide in.

Finally. She had stumbled upon an empty office, pulling the door open and walking inside, but the man was right behind her, closing and locking the door behind him.

The two stood a few feet apart at first, with Nalani taking the lead and turning around to face the man directly. "Tama, I want nothing to do with you. You know that." She reminded him, watching as he made slow steps closer to her, with such caution. 

"Nalani, I don't care and you also know that. What about what we had? We need to talk about it.”

The woman scoffed and pressed her brows together, crossing her arms across her chest. 

"We had nothing, Tama. Just sex! It was all sex. Sex, sex, sex! What the fuck did we have?!" She raised her voice, tears threatening the brims of her eyes along with a stinging sensation like an intense burn. 

Tama tightened his jaw and dared to approach her close enough to tower over her.  "Nalani, sex was all you ever fucking came to me for! You loved me though, I know you did. I know you."

"No." She denied.

Tama stepped closer, his breath gently brushing against her face and vice versa. 

"Yes, Nalani. You did."

Shaking her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, she gazed up at him. 

"No, Tama. No, I did not."

The room fell silent as the intense and emotional dispute transformed into a moment of longing, as it usually does. His hands pushed Nalani's hair away from her face and cradled her cheeks. "Come on, ma. Please." He begged softly.

The woman's breath halted in her throat as his lips touched hers tenderly. That beautiful softness developed into a tongue war, with the two nearly engulfing one another's faces and their kisses becoming increasingly intense. 

Tama pushed Nalani against the desk and raised her to sit on top of it, moving his fingers up her bare thighs to the hem of her little shorts. 

"These need to come off. Now." He ordered, and the woman quickly pulled away from the kiss and slid out of the shorts, discarding them elsewhere in the office while remaining in her black, laced thong. 

The man's hand snaked its way into Nalani's panties, his fingers grazing her clit as the woman became wetter, her fluids covering his digits as he drove his hand farther down, inserting his fingers into her slippery hole. 

Nalani's breathing was erratic, and her hands trembled as she clutched the man's huge biceps. Her hips jolted against his hand, the woman trying her hardest not to emit vulgar sounds as she bit down on her bottom lip so hard that it could've drawn blood. 

She was dizzy for it, her head whirling as she tried to talk.

"Please.." was all she could manage to mumble as she sighed against his neck while he rocked his fingers in and out of her, his movements accompanied by the sounds of her liquids as they filled the room, along with her shy whimpers and his dirty words whispered against her lips like a tease.

Backing his hand away, Tama sucked and licked his fingers clean, gaze fixed on hers, while his free hand swiftly unbuckled the belt of his pants and zipper before slipping them down along with his underwear. When the man was freed from his pants' confinement, his large cock slapped against his stomach.

Nalani was near drooling at the sight, her legs extending like an open invitation, which Tama eagerly accepted. 

Advancing towards her, his right hand grabbed her jaw tightly, while his left moved the woman's panties to the side and positioned his tip just where Nalani desired it the most. "Tell me how bad you want it, mama." He talked in a gravelly tone that made the woman want to come right then and there.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me, please." She pleaded, and the way her stunning, large brown eyes peered into his drove him wild, thus he wasted no time in driving his cock deep into her soaking pussy. 

"Mm. Mhm, this my pussy. Huh, baby?" He groaned, his hips grinding back and forth slowly to start. 

Nalani was already immersed in the pleasure, her thoughts foggy from the thrill of feeling the way he hammered his dick in and out of her, as he had done previously in a similar setting. They'd fuck any and everywhere, every chance they had. The man fucked her with such intensity that she could be deemed hooked. This was dick she'd gladly chase after, a man she'd give herself to without hesitation.

"Yours, baby. Yours.." She managed to let out, her body surrendering to his every touch and motion, understanding the work of sex as if he were the Greek god Himeros himself, reincarnated and living within the body of a fine, six-foot-tall Tongan man. 

His thrusts accelerated, Tama grasping her legs as he hooked his forearms beneath her knees in a successful attempt to strike deeper, nailing all the right spots as he usually did. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and all she could see was darkness, his groans and gruff grunts against her ear, pushing her over the edge. 

"We gotta be quick, ma. Lemme see you come all over daddy's dick." He pressed on, seeking for the sensation he couldn't even deny missing. The feeling of Nalani's pussy tightening around him, followed by her body jerking and shaking. 

The man's hip motions quickly shifted from a brisk tempo to a vicious rhythm, with cries of pleasure threatening to escape from between the woman's plump, glossy lips. 

"You gon' come? Hm?" Tama rasped, placing a hand around Nalani's neck, which only pushed the woman to her peak. 

Her body trembled uncontrollably, back arched as her chest pressed up against his. It felt like her brain had stopped functioning. She hadn't had such sex this good in a long time, and it amazed her. She came hard, creaming as it beautifully decorated the man's cock. 

Tama, on the other hand, succumbed to his orgasm just seconds later. His hips came to a standstill as he rammed into the woman one more time, emitting an audible grunt. "Oh, shit." He cursed, staying in that position for a couple seconds longer before gently pulling away from Nalani. 

Looking at the woman as she collected herself and returned to reality after coming down from her high, the man admired the little balls of sweat along her hairline and along her temples. 

She looked good, no matter what. 

"I love you, I do." She ultimately admits, resting her head on his chest, worn out. 

The man grinned, kissing the top of her head and resting his chin on it. 

"I know, ma." 

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[starlightsreigns]

last time i saw you | t. tonga

summary: ryan wasn't sure she'd work in the same company with tama ever again, yet, here they are and they have a lot of making up to do.

warning: smut + f oral - mdni!

word count: 3.7k

author's note: i want him so bad it hurts. more tama content to please my heart tbh. as usual ignore the errors. thanks to everyone who voted for this one. x

Ryan brushes her hair back, slicking her curly hair into a hair clip.  She glances at the TV screen for a moment, catching a glimpse of The Bloodline making their entrance, sans the Tribal Chief. Her attention is captured by the locker room door as it opens, revealing Naomi. 

“Hey girl, you still in here?” Naomi smiles, making a beeline for her suitcase. 

Ryan rolls her eyes, “this weather is shit and fucked up my hair.” 

“Black women and the heat, always at odds.”  

The sound of the building shaking caught both of their attention. Ryan and Naomi turn to look at the TV screen, watching as Jimmy is attacked, but something catches her attention. A figure that she feels like she knows all too well. Naomi steps closer to the screen with a gasp falling from her lips then covers her mouth to look at Ryan. 

“Ry,” Naomi breaths. 

“That’s Tama Tonga!” The commentator's words ring in Ryan’s ear.

She turns away from the screen, tossing her stuff back into her duffle and straightening herself out. Naomi doesn’t say much else as she preps for their match later in the night. Ryan finally smiles, opening the locker room door. 

“See you later, Trin? I have someone I need to go cuss out.” 

Naomi nods, “Good luck girl.” 

It felt like a million years, the walk from the locker room to the guerilla, and with every single step, Ryan could feel her heart descend deeper and deeper into her stomach. Once she’s there, she finds herself in a meaningless conversation so she wouldn’t look so awkward. Ryan twirls her heeled foot, staring down at the ground. 

Yet, without having to look up, Ryan knew the moment he came from the curtains. The energy in the room shifted, became warmer. She stands up straight, impatiently waiting for him to make his way across the room. When their eyes meet, Tama nearly froze, unable to continue the conversations he found himself in, constantly glancing to where she stood. 

Her heart feels heavy when he finally slaps a hand on solo’s shoulder, making his way to where she stood. ryan’s eyes trains on his until he’s directly in front of her. for a moment, neither one of them knows how to start the conversation. ryan knew she was upset, but now as he stands in front of her, she couldn’t muster enough energy to be pissed. 

“so, congratulations are in order.” ryan starts, unable to say anything else for a moment. 

tama smiles, “thank you, ryan, it’s good to see you again.”

“Is it good to see me?” She asks softly, watching the way his hand reaches out to her waist before he brings it back down. “haven’t heard from you in…” 

“i’m sorry, i should’ve called.” tama nods. 

ryan hums then turns to walk out of the guerilla and down the hallway. she doesn’t need to look to know that tama is close behind. he doesn’t say anything for a moment as they lazily make their way around. she glances at him, taking in the fact that he was still shirtless. tama smirks when he catches her which only makes ryan roll her eyes. 

“you know, i’m so angry with you.” ryan whispers as they enter an empty hallway. 

it was quiet, they had silently walked way past all the cameras and the production  assistants running around. it was quiet, just them. it was a narrow corridor, the both of them leaning against opposite walls, eyes on each other. 

“i know you’re mad, ryan, and i get it.” tama stares at the ground for a moment. “i was a piece of shit for letting you walk away all them years ago and not fighting for you.” 

she shakes her head, “you didn’t have to fight for me, i just wanted you to…” ryan tries to find the right work as she crosses her legs. “i don’t know, i just thought we had a friendship that could outlast us sleeping together.” 

they return to a brief moment of silence. ryan plays with the helm of her short skirt, lost in her own thoughts. yet, tama hasn’t been able to take his eyes from her body. the way ryan was deep in thought, that faraway look in her eyes, made him want to know what she was thinking. he took note of the new tattoos on her arms, the finger on her skirt and how short it was, and finally her smooth legs that seemed to go on forever; crossed at the ankles as she wore her infamous chunky heels. 

ryan looks up, finally breaking from her thoughts. she cocks her head to the side as she watches tama, then kicks her feet up to get his attention. 

“i’m happy you’re here,” she smiles faintly. “i thought i’d hit you or cuss you out, but here we are.” ryan kicks off, stepping closer to him. 

“you don’t hate me no more?” tama chuckles, taking the opportunity to rest his hand on her back to pull her closer. “because ever since i signed that contract i’ve thought about seeing you again.” 

“because meeting me was the best thing to ever happen to you?” ryan teases, resting a hand on his chest to keep the space. when tama nods, she laughs. “and no, i don’t hate you, tama, you know how i feel about you.” 

without another word, ryan turns to leave. she glances back at him with a smile before turning the corner. the smile on her face never leaving. He’s back, they’re back. 

ꕀ  ꕀ  ꕀ 

ryan slams down the trunk of her rental, turning to see solo making his way through the garage. when he spots her, the brightest smile sreads over his face.  Surprinsngly, they haven’t seen each other often since the start of wrestlemania season, they found themselves running around in different directions trying to get shit done.

“ry ry, how are you?” solo stops beside her, pulling her into a hug. “you ridin’ by yourself?” 

“yeah, just for tonight, and your segment was so good.” 

she and solo go back and forth for a moment. ryan glances over to her left, seeing tama head towards them. she tries to zone back into the conversation, but it was already too late and she couldn’t remember what the hell solo was talking about in the first place.

“hey man, you ready?” tama calls out. 

when tama is beside them, solo snaps his finger suddenly. Tama and ryan glance at each other confused then look back at solo. 

“she gotta drive by herself, man, tama go with her.” solo offers. 

ryan shoots him a quick look before she laughs. “he doesn’t have to do that, solo, i’ll be okay baby.” 

tama clocks the ‘baby’, quickly looking between them both before he shakes his head. “nah it’s alright, can i ride with you, ry?” he steps up to block solo. “i know you hate driving.” 

it wasn’t much of a conversation afterwards. ryan found herself in the passenger seat, one leg up against the door as she types out a message. she didn’t know how to feel being stuck in a car with tama so soon. they have two years of separation to make up. 

“who do you usually ride with?” tama asks. 

ryan looks up, “austin theory.” and there it is. 

a look passes on tama’s face, one she knew was coming the second a guys name was to pass her lips. he was always jealous, sometimes more than was needed in a situation. he’d always say he couldn’t help it, but she knew that’s what fueled his passion and he’d never work on it. ryan found it endearing at times that he wanted to be the only she’d ask for help or ever need, but he wasn’t around. 

“you two a thing?” he probes further. 

“if we were a thing, i’d be riding with him right now.” ryan sighs, catching the glare he sends her. “don’t start that shit with me right now.” 

tama chuckles, “i’m not startin’ nothing, ry, it was a question.” 

ryan licks her lip as she stares out the window. they argue, something about them both being air signs, at least that’s what finn said one time. them being hard-headed only caused strong willed debates. after a while, ryan shifted to face him. 

“tell me, why didn’t you call when i left japan? we spent two weeks together, you said you loved me, then i got on that plane and i didn’t hear from you for a month until you sent that text.” 

before wwe, ryan spent some time at njpw. it wasn’t the easiest transition, and she met tama night one. he was a sweetheart and they became friends immediately, nothing more, just two people who understood each other. that’s how it was for years. for four years, they worked alongside each other, getting to know one another. then, she left for wwe and their relationship mainly stayed the same. even though they were on opposite sides of the world, they spoke on the phone and made it their mission to visit each other when they could. 

a year after she left, she took a trip to japan that seemingly changed everything. as usual, ryan stayed at his place. the third night of the trip was interesting. they went out for dinner, got drunk, and made it back to his place where they crashed on the couch. they cuddled with a movie playing, like every time before, but there was something different in the way her caressed her back and the way his breathing and heart beat quickened when they made eye contact. it was just… different. 

tama glances at ryan, “i was worried i fucked thing up between us.” 

a month after ryan left japan, she finally received a text from tama. she had called and texted several times since she left. she should’ve been mad, and for a while she was, but there was an understanding that they lived in different continents. it was never going to work. it couldn’t work. 

i’m sorry, ry, i love you. i just want you to succeed where you are. don’t hate me. japan to florida isn’t fair on you. 

“you should’ve called, it wasn’t fair that you sent a fucking text to me, someone you’ve known so long.” ryan shrugs. “we fucked, it was a long time coming, you didn’t have to worry about hurting me.” 

tama chuckles, “long time coming?” 

“yeah,” ryan laughs, picking at her nails. “you couldn’t resist me, it was only a matter of time.” she jokes. 

“then i have a question for you,” tama clear his throat. “do you love me?” 

ryan avoids his gaze for a moment, “that’s a question.” she murmurs then looks at him. “of course i do cause we’ve known each other too long for me not to still love you.” 

“is it romantic, ryan?” he clarifies. “because i still love you, a lot.” 

“yes tama, i love you.” ryan answers quietly.

no amount of time would’ve changed that. no other relationship really changed that. 

“another question?” tama quips. ryan nods slowly. “you and theory? what was that?” 

ryan closes her eyes for a moment. she knew he wouldn’t let that go. of course her and theory were kind of a thing. they weren’t dating and it wasn’t really a situationship either. they were friends who occasionally hooked up. ryan knew that tama knew what it was, he just wanted it to come from her mouth. 

“tama, please, can we drop it?” ryan begs, reaching out to touch his hand. “you don’t have to think about that.” 

thankfully, he dropped it. they sit and listen to music, allowing them to sit in their own thoughts. when they made it to the hotel, ryan stretched as she shut the car door. tama unloaded the suitcases, but stops after shutting the trunk. 

tama walks up to ryan, blocking her between his body and the car. she looks up at him confused, as he leans in. he meets her eyes, closing some more of the space between them. ryan smiles nervously. 

“tama, what?” 

“i’ve thought about this, about you for too long and now you’re right in front of me.” her murmurs, his lips brush over her. “i’ve missed you so much.” 

ryan closes the space between them, pressing her lips against his. she wanted to throw caution to the wind, not really caring about anything else but the fact that he was there. tama wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground as he twisted her legs around him. the kiss was messy, and eager. 

“say it,” tama whispers between their lips. “please, say it.” 

“i love you,” ryan breath as their foreheads press against each other. “I’m not sleepin’ with you tonight, alipate.” 

tama laughs, “I know you ry, come on.” her takes her hand. “But i expect you to cuddle me.”

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ryan was first to wake up. she was still on her side with tama’s arm around her. she yawns softly as he rustles, falling onto his back. she sits up, looking back at him through her sleepy gaze. ryan leans down, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. he was always a light sleeper, and when tama smiles, she knows that he's slightly awake. 

“i miss waking up to you,” his voice is deep and groggy. tama’s eyes are still closed but he grabs her and pulls her on top of him. “i wanna stay here with you.” 

“circa japan three years ago? in bed all day, just us and several meals?” ryan laughs as she massages his chest. “no work and all play.” 

tama chuckles and flips them around. she’s pressed into the mattress while he’s laying between her spread legs. tama wraps his arms around her waist, resting his head on her stomach. ryan runs her fingers through his hair. she shudders feeling tama press kisses on her exposed stomach. the t-shirt she was wearing rode up past her belly button. the wet kisses start to trail down to her thighs. 

her phone ringing doesn’t stop tama as she reaches over to the bedside table. ryan glances at the caller ID before answering the phone. 

“hey austin,” ryan answers, catching tama’s steely glaze. “a workout out this earlier is crazy.” 

his anger felt warm to the touch. ryan sucks in a breath as he sucked her inner thigh, using his hand to grip the other. tama’s eyes never leaves hers as she tries to continue the conversation, causing her mouth to fall open when he moved her thong to the side, dipping his tongue deep inside of her. 

“hang up the phone,” tama growls under his breath. “now.” 

ryan tries to clench her thighs together, but he pushes them open, sucking roughly on sensitive bud making her shut her eyes tightly. the softest moan falls from her lips. 

“i’ll call you later, austin, i need…” ryan sucks a breath in. “i need to go.” 

it takes everything in ryan not to toss her phone across the room after hanging up. she grips the sheets as tama pushes two fingers into her, pumping in and out, not giving her a chance to adjust. 

“don’t do that shit again, ryan.” he mutters briefly, attacking her clit again. 

choruses of fuck and shit tumble from her lips. ryan arches her back off the bed, feeling the knots in her stomach. tama doesn’t let up, even when her legs start to shake and she’s presses her eyes shut. 

“look at me, baby.” he goads until her hooded eyes meets his. “Come for me, ry.” 

The wave of ecstasy washes over her causing her body to tense up. When she finally relaxes, she lets go og her grip on the sheets. Tama peppers kisses on her collarbone as she catches her breath. 

“i hate you,” ryan murmurs. 

Tama laughs as he caresses her shoulder, “I know.” 

ꕀ  ꕀ  ꕀ

Not sleeping with Tama is becoming a challenge for Ryan. Every single day that passes feels like a fight, but she wanted to stand her ground and work out the kinks in their relationship before crossing that line again, but everything turned her on - the way he says her name, the way he’s always shirtless in the ring, those weird noises he makes on camera, and simply how he looks at her. She stopped messing with Austin weeks ago, but about now she was regretting not having one more hook-up to get her through this drought. 

Ryan sets the barbell down at the end of her workout. Tama was across the room finishing up and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his shirtless body. She slides her headphones of her head and makes her way towards him. Her hormones were in hell and she’s so thankful for her home gym in that moment.  

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” Ryan leans against the mirror, eyes on his chest. “I can buy you some if you need it.” 

Tama chuckles, “I’m doin’ this for you, baby.” He steps closer to her. “You don’t like it?” 

Ryan wraps her arm around his waist and runs her fingers through his hair, “I miss the long hair.” 

“You want me to grow it back out?” He asks in a whisper, peering into her eyes. 

They stand there together in silence for a moment, the tension felt palpable, and their breathing slowly slowed to match the other. Ryan feels the way his finger massages circles on her back. She plants a kiss on his chin. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” Ryan asks while interlocking their fingers. 

Tama searches her eyes, “You tired?” 

Ryan shakes her head, “Not at all.” 

Ryan wraps her hair up as she enters her bathroom. She quickly turns on the water in the shower and starts to strip out of her clothes. Once the steam fills the room she steps in, sighing as the tension in her body melts away. Ryan can hear Tama walk into the bathroom, rustling around before he steps in behind her. 

“Come here,” He pulls her from her waist against his body. “What’s up with you, Ry?” 

“Nothin’,” Ryan laughs, lathering her body with soap.

Tama follows suit. They rinse off while staring at each other. Ryan can’t help the laugh that falls from her lips as they finish their shower, but continue to waste water just hugged up. Tama kisses down her neck, holding her tightly as if he didn’t want her to run away. 

“You’re gonna wet my hair, Tama, c’mon,” Ryan complains softly as he moves her towards the wall. 

“I like your curly hair anyways,” He mutters before connecting their lips. 

Ryan groans when he lifts her into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist. The kiss deepens until they forgot they were in the shower. She can feel the water weighing down her hair as Tama presses her back into the wall. His erection firmly against her stomach. He positions his tip at her entrance, waiting for a second. 

“C’mon, baby,” Ryan begs. 

When Tama pushes into her, Ryan rests her head on the wall as a moan falls from her lips. She grips his shoulders as he gets into a rhythm. He can’t help but keep his eyes on hers, drunk on the pleasure on her face. He finally buries his face in her neck as he continues his assault, grunting alongside her moans. Ryan has no other thoughts in her brain other than how much she’s missed this - missed him. 

His tongue swirled around on her neck, sucking in one spot that she was sure would leave a hickey. 

“I’ve missed this so much,” Tama breathed out against her skin, picking up his speed, and slamming into her as she leaned against him helplessly. 

Ryan’s walls squeezed around his dick, trying to keep a scream from escaping her throat. “Fuck, so good.” she moaned in his ear, scratching at his chest. “So good.” She repeated the only words left in her brain. 

Her mind was completely clouded like the steam that now blinded her vision. Tama’s moans only caressed her senses and plunged her deeper into the moment, making their now warm and sticky bodies sound louder. His balls smacked against her ass, echoing through the bathroom. Ryan yelps when his hand smacks her ass and she meets his lust-filled gaze. 

“Say my name, baby.” His voice is deeper than usual, sweat glistening on his forehead with his inhuman pace, filling her deep into her gut. 

“Tama, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Ryan whispers, lightheaded and barely able to let out. 

Her body felt weak but the electricity coursing through her from his strokes. They know each other’s bodies well at this point. Ryan bites her lip as his hips buck into her and the strokes become messy, hitting her G-spot over and over again. She screams in pleasure, knowing that her climax is at bay.

“Come for me, Ry, all over this dick.” He purrs into her ear. 

Ryan’s vision is blurry, all of her senses are heightened - her body spasms and she clenches her walls tighter than Tama has ever felt before. She came so hard on his dick, she couldn’t hear anything but a ringing sound and her heavy breathing. The warmth spread in her lower back and her body fell limp against him. Tama let out a grunt then a moan as he stilled inside of her, pumping her full with his seed. 

They take a moment to just look at each other like lovesick fools like they had physical hearts in their eyes. Ryan caresses his face tenderly making him mimic her actions. It felt like everything was perfect between them again - this is what they needed. All the tension from the past few weeks made this moment all that special. 

“You’re strong as hell,” Ryan laughs weakly as her feet finally touches the ground. 

Tama turns off the water and then kisses her, “all for you.” He pulls away to look at her again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Ryan kisses his shoulder. 

They wrap towels around themselves after stepping out of the shower and head into the bathroom. Ryan runs her fingers through her hair but can feel Tama closely behind her. He rests his chin on her shoulder, pulling on her towel. 

“Round two… you know, just for good luck?” He bites her ear softly. 

Ryan turns with a smile, “yeah, for good luck.”

this has been a wip for so long, so im excited it's finally done! also, very insufferable when it comes to tama! x

[luv-indigo]

OLNF Week Day 2: Fantasy

i love a good fantasy au and part of what makes it so enjoyable for me are the outfits so I went all out here. this took me forever bc procreate kept crashing when i was working on this </3

but yeah i just wanted to put my favs in cute outfits. plus everyone gets longer hair (except cheyomi)

also!! yeah my mcs (nadine and cheyomi) wouldnt exist in the same universe but this is a fantasy au and olnf week. anything is possible <3

the quality may also be wacky bc i used a large canvas. i just kept making it bigger for no reason. click for better resolution

@olnfweek2024

(alt versions under cut)

[japhgura]

I finally managed to finish this piece!!

After taking the pressure of art and redefining with myself that it's for fun and the creating is the fun part, not necessarily the results I could finally finish it

Tama's design is so strong, I loved drawing her

It's been soooo long since I last made a pattern so I really enjoyed her shirt haha (also Manta Rays?? Hello?? And they're in even tied into the character and aren't just for show??? Chefs kisses all over<3)

I also had a surprising amount of fun with the nudibranch boi, I'm taking name suggestions

Colour wise I really wanted to lean into the toxic a little but keep it somewhat natural? I guess I tried to go for a 'the kodoku is fucked up but it's supposed to be that way' kinda vibe, like, I changed the sky colour from blue to green at some point

Anyway Tama is a canon bleach character, thank you so much @gallusrostromegalus for letting me draw her, hope the wait was worth it haha<3

[lovelymessybubbly]

commission of tama-chan lovingly wrecking @michael-something ‘s adooorable sona !! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ i enjoyed drawing this cutie very much and ler tama is always fun for me ufufu. thank you so much for your support !!! ପ(๑•̀ुᴗ•̀ु)* ॣ৳৸ᵃᵑᵏ Ꮍ৹੫ᵎ *ॣ

[molabuddy]

fish 2 the long awaited sequel to fish

[shaiatka]

self-proclaimed "unluckiest being alive" (and Trauner)

[3eyesdivine]

Reigns’ Girl

Chapter One : At First Glance

inspired by the movie Miller’s Girl and song Teacher’s Pet.

warnings ; 18+ only, smut, intimate & heavily erotic scenes, teacher x college student plot, angst, thriller, obsession, drug use

The world of writing is something incredible, isn't it? The way words can fit together so flawlessly and draw you in to the scene you're seeking for with every word you read. So incredible, you are unable to shift your focus away from it. It's almost—what's the word? 

Ah. Pulchritudinous. 

In other words, the world of literature is breathtaking and heartbreaking. In a favorable or unfavorable way? Who knows? It depends on how the individual perceives each word they read and how they interpret the meaning contained inside those words. Interesting, right? It's like a billet-doux, a love letter for bibliophiles.

With my brain clouded with thoughts, I enter the classroom of the professor recommended to me by a close friend. Mr. Reigns. Full name, Roman Reigns.

His back was turned to face me as he wrote the task list on the blackboard in white chalk, and I took advantage of the opportunity to let my sight roam down his obviously muscular physique. His shoulders were huge and broad, almost splitting the shirt he was wearing in half. His waist was small but not petite, just ideal. And his hair was bound in a loose bun, every strand.

“Hello? You’re early.” I heard a deep, oh so deep yet silky voice speak, and I was abruptly pulled out of my own little world of borderline infatuation. 

My eyes shifted away from his frame and up to his own gaze. His expression was a combination of perplexity and interest.

“Only by a couple of minutes.” I respond with a little, shy grin upon my lips.

The spacious classroom grew quiet for a moment as the two of us were stuck where our feet stopped us, like our shoes were superglued to the hardwood flooring. Mr. Reigns eventually took the initiative, clearing his throat as he set the chalk in his palm down and stepped down from his desk to the one I was stood at, designating it mine as I placed my books and materials on top of it.

"You're new to this class. What's your name?" He inquires, laying a paper on my desk that calls my attention, my curious gaze drawn to the vast list of books and classroom rules. "Ah, I hope this isn't too overwhelming. It contains a list of books that I require my students get familiar with." 

I tilt my head, nod gently, and delicately touch the antique wooden desk beneath my fingertips.

"It's Lilith. Lilith Dumas, and I’ve read them all."

He looks at me with a tinge of amazement and some disbelief.

"I mean the books, Ms. Dumas. Not the syllabus-" 

I cut him off, causing our sentences to overlap.

“I know. I'm telling you, I've read them all.” I say matter-of-factly. 

The corners of the man's lips lift for a second before dropping, only to rise again as he laughs briefly. I'm assuming he's impressed. A nineteen-year-old girl has read over twelve literary works, and he'd be terrified if he was aware of any more than that. How can a girl my age have so much free time, given her youth? I'm certain that's the precise question on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't want to pry into the life of girl in her first year of college. I know.

“Ok. Impressive.” He praised, a hint of a smile still lingering over his lips.

“Well, uhm..” He claps his hands together awkwardly, looking down at his feet before looking back up at me. “I hope you enjoy my class, Lilith.”

Yes, say my name again. Please. Oh, please.

“I know I will, Mr. Reigns.” I reply, my tone surely dripping and drenched with seduction, even in the slightest.

Fighting back a smile and a burning blush hot to the touch, I settle at my desk as the rest of the class rushes in. My little hands brush over my short skirt as I cross my legs, but my gaze is fixed on Mr. Reigns, who is staring back at me after observing my silky legs alter their position. My brows raised briefly in response before the man turned away from me and proceeded with instructing the class. 

It was only our first time meeting and this man, Roman Reigns. Mm, even his name feels like honey on my lips, and I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. Yell it out of love and desire!

I'm not well over my head with this; my mind isn't in the clouds, and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. This is reality…

My reality, at least.

As wrong as it is, as dangerous as it will be. I want this man. It’s not okay, it’s crossing a line and it’s riskier than who knows what.

But I made up my mind anyway, made it up at first glance and I promise, I’ll get what I want.

No matter the lengths.

Thank you for reading! Chapter two will be up hopefully tomorrow!

In the meantime, send in some requests and if you'd like to be tagged in this series and many more works of mine, don't be afraid to let me know.

[zeearts]

some fun warm up doodles of lizards based on this !

[nekobungi]

[vnillatree]

Finally posting art 💪 this one is from last month but i'm still extremely proud of it JFIDJFKFJ color wheel thingy but with OCs. And like a million years after this became a thing. Close-ups + character names in Read More

reblogs appreciated !!

Saccharine Nova, Summerberry Tart, Isomalt Nova and Tama-Cookie

Mixberry Mocktail, Saffron, Starlight and Nemesia

Azure Columbine, Glacier Cocktail, Willow Tree and Cherry Candy

Gorgonzola Dolce, Halloumi, Coffee Cake and Argan