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May I request SFW headcanons about Johnny Splash getting jealous. Like how would he act? Would he say anything, etc.
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(Also, I love Johnny's little similes, but jesus christ are they hard to write off the top of my head)
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Johnny Splash gets Jealous
Doesn't like to admit it, but Johnny gets jealous pretty easily when it comes to you
And he can't hide it to save his life
His pouty face is just adorable! Just the way his cheeks puff, bottom lip out, eyes avoiding yours. It's just absolutely endearing, made only better when he tries to deny his jealousy
Ever since your first meeting he's been sweet on you, but after actually getting together, Johnny fell super deep! Not only were you gorgeous, but everything he learned about you was better than the last
He wants to simultaneously show you off and keep you close. Everyone deserves to experience you! β¦just not too much, ya know?
If someone start getting a bit too comfortable with you, like putting an flirty hand on your shoulder, you can bet on Johnny walking up to "assess" the situation
It'll be hard to hide your smile as he tries to sass the other person into leaving you be (just don't laugh out loud if he gets sassed right back, Johnny's self-esteem can't take another hit)
Jokingly mentions the idea of siccing Duke on them
Likes to give you his letterman jacket to wear when you go out (don't worry, you've managed to make sure it's always dry moving forward) It feels like he's marking you so the whole world knows you're his baby
Not to mention you also just look damn cute with it on~
If you take baths more than showers, he'll definitely feel slightly jealous of Bathsheba. Taking showers together is really intimate for him, even if you don't have the Dateviators on. Not even in a sexual way either, it just feels personal
If he really pisses off Amir, he'll choose to compliment you more in front of Johnny just to see the steam come out of his ears. One time Amir purposely kissed your hand very intimately in front of him (You could see the grin on his face when Johnny stormed over and lightly smacked his hand away)
He's quite confident in his future as a singer, no doubt. But he definitely feels a little threatened by clearly better singers. When someone is clearly a more skilled musician, Johnny gets kinda nervous
Once you both get alone and everything cools off, the situation kind of hits him and a wave of embarrassment washes over. Johnny will get quite apologetic
"Gosh, I'm sorry baby it's just... the way he put his arm around you all casual like... Well, it just made me more heated than an egg on the sidewalk in summer!"
No matter how jealous he may get, you never get a feeling of overprotectiveness or him being overtly clingy. Johnny isn't that kind of guy, he doesn't care who you hang out with (of course as long as they treat you right)
Debrief: flowers are hard to come by on the ground. Bro finds a different way to confess his feelings.
Case Notes: ugh. I love this Gachiakuta men so much. Theyβre all so pretty π
Anyway Nonnie, hereβs your order! Enjoy!
Flowers are almost impossible to come by on the Ground. So when Bro Santa shows up at your door holding a bouquet, you assume someone has managed to scam him.
The paper wrapping is patchwork, tied with twine. It looks heavy. Suspiciously heavy.
You squint at him, βDid youβ¦ rob someone?β
He snorts, βFirst thing you think of is crime?β
βWe live in a garbage abyss.β
He shifts his weight, boots grinding grit into the floor beneath him. He looks ridiculous standing there, broad shoulders blocking the light of the hall, one hand rubbing the back of his neck like a guilty teenager instead of a Cleaner who could fold most men in half.
You notice something else. Heβs nervous, you can tell in the way he shifts, the way his brown eyed gaze seems to avoid yours. You glance at the bouquet again.
ββ¦You know flowers wilt in, like, twelve minutes down here, right?β
βFirstly, no they donβt. Second, theyβre not flowers.β
That gets your attention, your brows furrowing in confusion as you reach out and tug one βpetal.β
Itβs soft. Squishy beneath your touch and dusted with colored sugar. Your eyes widen, each βbloomβ is carefully shaped confection. Candy molded into roses and stargazers and tiny clustered buds. Some dusted in color, faint but pretty. They look almost real at first glance.
ββ¦You hate sweets,β you say slowly, suspicious of why heβs standing at your door with a bouquet of sweets.
He shrugs, βYeah. I know.β
βYouβre always telling Dear not to rot his teeth.β
βYeah.β
βSo whyββ
He clears his throat, cutting you off before your brain can sprint ahead, βI commissioned a viander. Enjin knew a guy.β
You blink. Of course he did. Somewhere, Enjin is absolutely aware this is happening and probably grinning like a menace.
βYou paid for this?β you ask.
βCheaper than tracking down real flowers,β he mutters. βAnd they last longer. Thoughtβ¦ you could eat βem instead of watchinβ them die.β
It comment is heavier than he intended. Because thatβs the Ground, isnβt it? Everything wilts. Everything rots. Everything gets thrown away.
Except this. He didnβt even like sweets. But you do and he knew that. You look back at him.
Broad hands. Calloused knuckles. That permanent line between his brows that only smooths when heβs with Dearβ¦ Or you.
βYou didnβt have to,β you say quietly, a soft smile tugging on your lips in a way that makes Broβs heart does that weird little flutter.
βYeah. I did.β Thereβs steel in his voice now. It not the Cleaner voice he uses in the field. This is the voice of a man who knows exactly what he wants.
He sets the bouquet into your hands. Itβs heavier than expected. Solid with the sweets he had made just for you.
βI donβt got a garden,β he says, the timbre in his voice steady, βDonβt got much pretty to give you.β
βYouβre pretty,β you shoot back automatically, a grin on those pretty plush lips that Broβs thought about kissing for months now.
He chokes on a laugh, βNot what I meant.β
You always do this. Deflect. Tease. Keep things light, but he doesnβt let you this time cause heβs got something serious to say. And if he doesnβt do it now. He may never get the nerve to do it again.
βYouβre good with Dear.β
You still, your teasing grin softening into something else.
βHe likes you,β he continues. βListens to you. Youβre strong. You donβt scare easy. You donβt break easy. You mouth off even when you probably shouldnβt.β
You grin, a gentle shrug of one of your shoulders, βItβs a gift.β
βI know.βThereβs warmth there in the acknowledgment. Thick and steady.
βAnd Iβ¦β He exhales slowly. Like heβs about to dive into something deep and cold, βI started thinkinβ about you stayinβ. Not just around, but stayinβ with me and him.β
Your heart gives one traitorous, heavy thump and hekeeps going before courage slips away.
βIβm not good at this. Iβm better at haulinβ scrap and breakinβ bones. But I know what I feel.βHis rich, earthy, eyes meeting yours.
βI care about you. More than I planned to.β
Planned. Like love was something he meant to schedule between jobs and possibly forgot to do.
You tilt your head. βSo what, this is a cost-effective romance strategy?β
He huffs, dragging a large hand down his face, βYouβre insufferable.β
βAnd yet?β
βAnd yet,β he echoes, silence hanging. Not awkward. Just honest.
You look down at the candy bouquet again. One petal breaks under your thumb and you pop it into your mouth. Itβs sweet. And itβs probably the most thoughtful thing a man has ever done for you. You step closer to him, closing the distance a bit.
βFor a guy who doesnβt like sweets,β you murmur, βyou picked good ones.β
βTaste-tested one.β
Your eyebrows shoot up, surprised, βYou did not.β
He grimaces, but nods that he did in fact do it, βIt was awful. Too sugary. Knew ya liked βem.β
You laugh, bright and alive in a place that eats brightness. Another thing he adores about you.
Then you reach up and hook your fingers into his collar, tugging him down just enough so you donβt have to shout your answer.
βYouβre a good man,β you tell him, βStrong. Annoyingly thoughtful. Good with your kid. Good at your job.β
His breath catches at the action, at how close you are. How he can see every line on your face
βSo?β he asks, softer now.
βSo yeah. Iβm stayinβ. But next time? Maybe commission some chocolates.β
He lets out a laugh that sounds like relief breaking through rust.
One big hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, careful like youβre something fragile even though youβre anything but.
βIβll get you real flowers someday,β he murmurs.
βOn the Ground?β you challenge and he looks at you like heβd drag the sky down if it meant making it a field of blooms for you.
βYeah,β he says simply, βon the ground.β
ποΈGachiakuta MasterlistποΈπ¦Return to the Batcaveπ¦
18+ ignoring my 4 other wips because i NEED that autistic man
Subby!August who's so loud while you ride him that putting a hand over his mouth doesn't even help. he's grabbing at your waist, hips thrusting up wildly to chase the wet heat of your cunt while whines spill past his lips
Subby!August who loves and hates the idea of cockwarming. having you impossibly close to him while he works is nice until you start grinding your hips to try and throw his focus off
Subby!August who can cum just by eating you out, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and his thumbs holding you open for him (i mean y'all SAWW that tongue like)
Subby!August who forgets to breathe when you're making out. it never starts out slow, all quick and messy desperation that ends with him glossy eyed and painfully hard
Subby!August who gets so fucked out he's babbling against your neck and licking up the expanse of your throat. "feel s'good baby" "p-please lemme cum in you" "need you so bad"
Subby!August who starts to cry if he's edged for too long, fucking up into your hand or your mouth and whimpering when you stop. he lets out a pathetic mix of a yell and a shaky laugh when you finally let up
Subby!August who, despite being so needy he's panting, takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt and setting your clothes or pajamas aside for later. he's a thoughtful menace
Subby!August who never bothers to check if the doors locked or who might be around to hear you guys. he ran a strict program anyways, nobody would think about walking in without knocking
γ[ ππ+ ]γ €tamsy wont stop till he finds your sweetest spot !
youβve lost count of how many times youβve squirted around tamsyβs fingers and made a mess. the mattress under you feels like a soaked sponge. the rapid flick of his tongue has your nipples all pebbled up and itβs driving you insane. you sniffle, trying to squirm away from the relentless pressure of his fingers circling your clit but the grip tamsyβs other hand has on your upper thigh says otherwise.
βuh uh uh,β he coos, a clear contrast to the wrecked mess heβs turned you into. βi havenβt found them all yet.β
the βthemβ heβs talking about are your sweet spots. the ones that make you cry and gush. youβd be a damn liar if you didnβt say you had a few β one along your throat, one on your lower back. another one just beneath your ear that makes you feel all tingly. but tamsy already knows all of those.Β
βp-please, tamβ i canβt-β youβre not even sure if you want him to stop or if you just want a second to breathe. each orgasm pulls you under further than the last.
βyou can,β he corrects you and you hate how he sounds so sure. he shifts on the bed faster than you can process it, his hands moving up to grip your love handles. you feel the think, pink head of his cock press against your folds. βI just need to see how this one reacts when itβs full.β
he sinks into you in one steady, deep thrust as you whine for the nth time tonight. the stretch is overwhelming, and as his hips start moving, his thumb presses down hard on your clit. your hips buck upward, a broken moan tearing from your throat as another orgasm is ripped out of you. ββs too deep β t-too mu-β
tamsy interrupts your plea. his pace is consistent, pulling out of you almost completely until itβs just the tip left in, then ramming back into you with sharp force, tunneling as deep as he can go, hitting your cervix repetitively. βsqueeze me like that, squeeze me, fuck, cβmon . .β
itβs not long before all that begins to falter. his thrusts grew sloppier until his dick twitched inside you one last time before he tilts his head back, each grunt he lets out followed by a pump of his warm cum filling you.
you feel him stilling inside you, and you think it's finally over. but then he's pulling out, the cold air hitting your swollen pussy and making you feel all empty. a part of you wants him in again, to make his dick feel all cozy and snug, but your body quite literally canβt.
but suddenly, after catching his breath, he moves down your body and you feel the softest, gentlest kiss being pressed right against your swollen, soaking clit. the cold metal of his labret piercing touches your folds ever so slightly yet you still feel it.
he knows you liked it and he does it again, pressing his lips onto your clit. a little smile comes to your face almost immediately, which he sees and does the same. this time he purposefully pushes his piercing forward a bit as your hand comes down to grip a handful of his ash blond hair.
tamsy lets out a little laugh when youβve seemed to calm down a bit. βlooks like iβve found it.β
Bro Santa hugging you from behind, burying his face into your freshly washed hair and taking in your scent. He loves the way you smell, dirty or clean either way you smell like home to him.
Bro Santa who makes sure to let you know where he's going and what he's doing at all times. Not because you don't trust him but because he likes keeping you informed. He never wants you to worry.
Bro Santa who gives you as many gifts as he can, just because he can. He wants you to know he's thinking about you always.
Bro Santa who loves to cook and try new recipes. Dinner is served best when it's made by him. He cooks with love because he loves you and Dear and you can taste it.
Bro Santa gets weak in the knees when you help out with Dear, taking care of the kid with love and care as if he was your own. It doesn't help that the kid loves you like a parental figure.
Bro Santa who asks you to help brush and braid his hair when he's too tired to do it, or too sore. He melts into your touch each time you massage his scalp and he sometimes falls asleep to it.
Bro Santa who holds you in the highest regard of everything, you are the reason he tries to be a better person and the standard he sets himself to.
Bro Santa who stops doing the dishes to mess around with you, whipping the towel against your butt playfully before pulling you in for a slow dance in the kitchen.
Bro Santa wants to be touching you at all times in bed, no matter how warm he is (he's a furnace) he needs you pressed against him. Hand touching yours, an arm wrapped around you or your body on top of his like a blanket, he needs you no matter what.
Bro Santa who loves peppering your body in kisses, every single inch, just to remind you how much he loves it.
Bro Santa's favorite place in the world is between your thighs, your core is his vice. He's a munch and openly so, he loves you and the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head. He loves watching you fall apart from that angle.
Bro Santa who blindfolds you with his bandana but never teases you, he just likes surprising you and slipping his cock into you when you least expect it.
Bro Santa who secretly likes brat taming you, spanking your ass when you moan too loud or grabbing your cheeks and making you look him in the eyes when he speaks to you to make his point clear. He wants you to listen, but he's not mean by any means.
Bro Santa who fucks you in the backseat of his car, not caring how cramped and uncomfortable it is for a man his size. He likes seeing you spread out on the leather seats, ready for him.
Bro Santa also simply likes holding you close and fucking you gently, making you look him in the eyes with each stroke as he talks to you. He talks you through it, his words coaxing more orgasms out of you. His big hands holding your hips and guiding them when you're too tired to.
Bro Santa who watches you while you sleep, wondering how he got so lucky and how he can preserve it. His largest fear is having this perfect world he created, taken away. Between you and Dear? He doesn't need anything else, which makes it easier to lose. He never wants to lose it.
β instructions; log into twitter & click on the p! links
. . . . β’ Λ ΛΛ πΥ. .Υπ¦― dni if youβre uncomfortable. ΰΏΰΎ
π£² ENJIN -
itβs so big & long! βΈβΈ how he sounds in bed βΈβΈ oops! heβs underneath you.. βΈβΈ what he sends you while youβre awayβ βΈβΈ just put it in already! βΈβΈ heβs devouring you completely βΈβΈ take it like a good girl .. βΈβΈ missionary like always βΈβΈ βlift your skirt for me.β βΈβΈ taking your punishment like a good girl βΈβΈ he misses you so much
π£² TAMSY CAINES -
frat! boy tamsy linking up with your emo self. βΈβΈ he loves to tease you βΈβΈ he fingers you so good βΈβΈ slow & steady just like that βΈβΈ loves fucking your throat! βΈβΈ fucking you in the lingerie he loves.β βΈβΈ how he sounds in bed βΈβΈ pink lights & backshots βΈβΈ close up of his cum leaking out of you.. βΈβΈ jumping like a bunny!
π£² ZANKA NIJIKU (AGED UP 20+) -
itβs getting sticky! βΈβΈ emo! zanka fingering you in-front of your plushies! βΈβΈ βjust like that,β βΈβΈ riding it so good βΈβΈ the forgotten movie βΈβΈ aw heβs helping you ride it! βΈβΈ he loves the view βΈβΈ how he sounds in the bed βΈβΈ so oiled up! βΈβΈ βdonβt move until i say soβ βΈβΈ he loves eating you βΈβΈ stole enjinβs car for this..
π£² CORVUS ARKHA -
ugh too much squirt βΈβΈ what a pretty view βΈβΈ it canβt fit! βΈβΈ tummy bulge βΈβΈ ride it like a good girl! βΈβΈ βjust like that love,β βΈβΈ what he sends you while youβre away :(βΈβΈ heβs so rough! βΈβΈ taking him so good βΈβΈ fucking in the shower eheh βΈβΈ he loves to pleasure you βΈβΈ what you send him while heβs away!
π£² AUGUST STILZA -
fucking you in the lingerie he made you βΈβΈ ugh he loves fucking you like this βΈβΈ βyou so pretty mamas,β βΈβΈ loves when youβre breathless βΈβΈ trying something new .. βΈβΈ you love to overstimulate him! βΈβΈ he made you lay on the teddybear while he fucks you βΈβΈ best bj ever! βΈβΈ teasing you through ur panties! βΈβΈ βdoing so good baby,β
π£² GRIS RUBION -
heβs so rough & mean!!.. βΈβΈ gosh even if heβs mean, you still love it βΈβΈ βstay still sweetheart,β βΈβΈ he feels so good βΈβΈ the belly bulges βΈβΈ helping him stroke it βΈβΈ rubbing & grinding on him βΈβΈ shoving a pillow up your face & fingering you βΈβΈ quickie in the headquarters lounge! βΈβΈ what he sends you while youβre gone
π£² FOLLO TUNITO -
βyou like this, my love?β βΈβΈ how he sounds in bed βΈβΈ he punished you for being bratty all day! βΈβΈ morning quickies βΈβΈ teasing him hehe βΈβΈ βyou like it slow?β βΈβΈ dressing for him so adorably, so he decided to eat you out βΈβΈ he loves using his fingers on youβ βΈβΈ using both holes!? βΈβΈ you love to edge him as a punishment
π£² ZODYL TYPHON -
heβs so big oh lordd βΈβΈ βyouβre so pretty for me,β βΈβΈ taking your punishment so good βΈβΈ βcome sit on it,β βΈβΈ what he sends you while youβre pleasuring yourself βΈβΈ each otherβs sneaky links! βΈβΈ shh you gotta be quiet βΈβΈ the type of videos he sends you βΈβΈ what you send him while being in his car βΈβΈ how he sounds in bed
π£² JABBER WONGER -
loves using your mouth & throat βΈβΈ βyou love my dick ma?β βΈβΈ ugh heβs so rough with you βΈβΈ bully! jabber fucking you in his room βΈβΈ creamie pie! βΈβΈ ugh heβs such a tease βΈβΈ taking zanka & jabber at the same damn time!? βΈβΈ how he sounds in bed βΈβΈ βjust like that mama, fuckkk.. use your teeth,β βΈβΈ taking him like a good girl!
ΰ¨ΰ§ notes - i just wanted to say, thank you all so much for 2,000 followers.. i literally never expected this day to ever actually come. anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! this was my gift for you all :)
Synopsis: first time going raw and heβs addicted to the feeling
feat: enjin, tamsy, gris, zodyl x afab!reader (individual)
Content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, doggy style/prone bone, manhandling, choking (Tamsy), mean dom!tamsy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pΓΊssydrunk men, mating press (Gris), not pulling out, breeding kink, husband!zodyl, husband!gris, marathon sex (Zodyl), I hope is didnβt forget anything and I apologize if I did!
master list -- here w/c -- 3.1k (average 750 each)
β₯οΈ βenjin
βW-what?!β
Enjin sputters, doing a double take at your request. He wasnβt quite sure if he heard you correctly or if he was mind was just trying to play tricks on him. Because there was no way you couldβve possibly said what you just said. But deep down, he hoped like hell he was right.
βI said that next time we have sex. I donβt want to use a condom,β you repeat. Your boyfriend stiffens, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. Almost as if you just slapped him when making your wicked request. Were you trying to kill him? Based on your sly smile, Enjin is truly beginning to believe that youβre nothing but trouble disguised as a vixen. Thatβs what it had to be.
βG-goddamn woman,β Enjin exhales shakily. His clothes were suddenly very constricting. He tries to suppress a groan when his cock throbs, pressing uncomfortably against his thigh. βCanβt just go around saying shit like that so casually. You even know what youβre askingββ
βOh Iβm well awareβ¦β You teasingly trace your hand down his chest. βBut I said what I said~β
Enjinβs restraint snaps, and he all but pounces on you. His mouth is on yours, hot and desperate. His hands are rough and needy, pulling at your clothes and groping wherever he can while he backs you into the bed. You fumble with his belt, and Enjin quickly kicks off his slacks. Youβre just as impatient as he, already trying to pull his cock from his boxers.
βFuckβwait a min,β Enjin pants, his hot breath against your skin as he grabs your hands. He pins them above your head, and you whimper. βShit, babe. One secβneed to stretch you out first, andβoh fuckββ He hisses through his teeth as you roll your hips, pressing your sweet, bare cunt against him.
βEnjin, donβt care about that,β your words slur. You hook your heels around his waist to try to bring him closer, where youβre aching to have him. βJust hurry it up already. Need you inside now.β
Enjin shudders. βTch. Dammit.β He frees his cock from the waistband of his boxers. You practically salivate at the sight of his length. Thick and an angry red at the tip with pre drooling down the side. Itβs like he was suddenly bigger than before. Then again, he was always a shower to begin with.
Fisting himself a few times, Enjin presses his tip against the entrance of your puffy folds, already glistening and wet with your arousal. βSince you wonβt let me prep you,β he grunted. Enjin lets a glob of spit fall from his lips. You shiver as it lands on your clit. βSuch an inpatient ass brat.β
You gasp as he tries to prod himself forward. The puffy lips of your pussy flutter and try to suck him forward. βEnjin, please!β
βYeah yeah. Donβt need to beg princess.β Enjin kisses his teeth, letting out a shaky laugh. βItβs all yours anyway.β
The first thick inch of his cock stretches through your walls, and Enjin could nearly cum on the spot. Without the condom restricting him, your cunt feels downright heavenly around him. Was your pussy always this warm and gooey? And oh fuckβyou were damn near suffocating his cock with how you clenched around him.
βHoly shitβ¦youβre gonna snap my dick off, squeezinβ me like that,β Enjin groans.
βAck-Enjin!β You gasp, back bowing off the bed. βSβtoo much. Y-youβre tooββ When you twist away, Enjin folds one of your legs over his shoulder and urges his hips forward trying to ease the next few inches in. You bite back a squeal when the bulbous head kisses against your cervix.
βAht. Donβt go tapping out on me now. I ainβt even all the way in yet.β Biting his lower lip, Enjin grips your hips and with a final thrust, sheathes himself the rest of the way. His cock was already throbbing. He was damn near ready to blow his load just from feeling you without the condom alone, which wouldβve been embarrassing if it didnβt feel so good.
βFuck.β Enjin lets out a low moan. He moves slowly, dragging his length back and forth, the thick ridges of the veins running down the side massaging against your quivering walls. You cunt spits out more of your sweet arousal, a ring of messy white coating the base of Enjinβs cock which he shoves back in with a mean snap of his hips. He presses so deep it leaves you gasping. And then heβs moving, each stroke becoming progressively harder and faster than the last.
βYou feel so amazing,β Enjin grunts. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you. And Enjinβs so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, heβs cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.
βShit.β His hips stutter through the overstimulation, trying to fuck his release deeper, filling you to the brim with him. βNever using a damn rubber again. This pussyβs too addicting.β
β₯οΈ βtamsy caines
βHahβshit,β Tamsyβs breathy grunts fill your ears. The sweaty strands of his long hair stick to his forehead as he pumps his cock in and out of your gummy walls. You keen against him, tears brimming against your eyelashes. But Tamsy grabs you wrists, pinning them behind you to hold on for leverage. βStop squirming,β he hisses.
βBut Tamsy~β your words slur, delirious from the way his length continues to stretch and fill you. Your boyfriend has you pinned beneath him, hips pressed flush against your ass. In this position, the stretch of his cock feels impossibly deeper, making your toes curl. And without the condom, his throbbing length seems to nudge all your most sensitive spots. βY-youβre tooβ¦ahβ¦T-too deep.β
At that, Tamsy laughs.
βToo deep?β He wraps a firm arm around your waist while keeping another hand on your wrists. βNo, my love. I donβt think Iβm deep enough-β
You squeal into the pillows as Tamsy suddenly rams into you hard. It steals your breath when the mushroom tip bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke. Your fluttering walls quiver in response.
He traps you under his body weight. And no matter how much you push and whine against him, your weepy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect.
βT-there we go,β Tamsy pants. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickles against your skin. His hand snakes up your body before wrapping around your throat. He squeezes ever so slightly at first, just enough to make you gasp.
βJust look at how well youβre taking me. Heh. You say itβs too much, but your body betrays you, my love.β Tamsy lets out a low his, scrunching his eyes shut as he stutters, βYour damn cuntβs trying to suck me dry, and every time I fuck against that sweet spot of yours, you tighten just a bit.β
You shake your head, but Tamsyβs hand squeezes tighter around your throat. βSβnot true!β You babble, beginning to feel lightheaded. βIβmβ¦ah, fuck. N-noβ¦i-itβs notββ
βNo?β Tamsy bemused. His grip tightensβchokesβmaking you cry out. βThen why are you still making such a fucking mess on my cock, huh?β
Your arousal coats his length in a filthy ring of white. Your weepy cunt damn near gushes around him when his hips snap back in, dripping down onto your thighs and the sheets below. Itβs messy where you two connect, your arousal mixing with his precum, smearing down Tamsyβs cock each time his hips snap against yours.
Your puffy lips fluttered around his hard length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease again and again and again.
βF-fuckβ¦Tamsy, Iβm gonnaββ you whimper.
βGo on. Cum.β
Eyes rolling back, your release hits you with such force it leaves you gasping. Your clit throbs and your entire body goes slack under Tamsy, who swears under his breath. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you when his orgasm hit and it hit hard.
His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum, his balls throbbing in almost relief to finally be emptying themselves. His hips still as he emptied inside you, pinning you to the mattress, or perhaps it was his strength finally leaving him.
You could feel his release trickle down your ass and thighs, over spilling from your overstimulated cunt. As you try to catch your breath, blinking the stars out your vision, Tamsy shifts ever so slightly. His lips press against the back of your throat, more gentle than he had been all night.
βSorry for my roughness,β he murmurs. βAre you alright, angel?β
βIβm fineβ¦justβ¦holy shitβ¦β Your response is met with an impassive sounding hum from Tamsy. You donβt think much of it, only focusing on how your hips ache in a good way, and that youβre exhausted.
βGood.β Suddenly, Tamsy flips you on to your back side. You blink up at him in surprise, taking in his flushed face and noticed the way his long hair had fallen out of its usual style and the strands stuck messily against his sweaty face. The thick head of his cock prods against your entrance once more, twitching to attention in his palm as he guides himself through your walls once more.
Already, he was hard again.
βIβm not done with you yet,β Tamsy says a bit breathlessly, his vision somewhat glassy. βYou donβt have to do anything. Just take all of me.β
β₯οΈβgris rubion
βL-love, w-wait a minute.β
Grisβs breath hitches and then a low moan leaves his lips when you sink down on his cockβwithout a condom. He swears, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking upwards in attempts to sheath himself deeper into your womb. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder, gritting your teeth as you take him further inch by inch.
βW-wait!β Gris gasps. He finally pulls himself together and grips your waist to stall your movements. βIβm n-not wearing any protection.β His Adamβs Apple bobs with a nervous swallow. Fuck. Did your pussy always feel this snug? You werenβt even seated all the way, still struggling to get his cockhead to breach past your gooey walls.
βSo?β You reply. You roll your hips, grinding against Grisβs pelvis. He hisses, hands firm as they try to stop you.
βSo, if weβre not careful, you could get pregnant, andββ
βSo?β
Gris gawks at you. He tries to sputter out some half assed excuse, but you could see right through them. After all, you felt the way his cock grew harder at your words. Itβs girthy base swelling try and mold your cunt into its shape. The stretch was delicious.
βYou wanted to be a dad, right?β
βY-yes.β Gris swallows. His fingers twitch, itching to grab you. βB-but we said that it would be better to waitββ
βWell, I changed my mind.β
βA-are you sure? D-donβt just say this on my account.β
βNot at all,β you interrupt, pulling him down by his collar so your lips brush. βI want a baby, Gris. Please?β
Gris kisses you before you could finish your sentence. In the same breath, he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. The scream is lodged in your throat, stopped by the kiss.
βWell, if thatβs what my wife wants,β he chuckles breathlessly. βWho am I to deny her request?β
Gris flips you on to your backside. You gasp in surprise. Grabbing the nearby pillow, he settles it underneath your hips. But his gentlemanly behavior is short lived, because once he ensures youβre comfortable, he has you folded in half the next second.
βAck-Gris!β Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Gris pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. Your husband groans, dipping his head into his valley of your breast.
Any slight breath and you could feel him nudging impossibly deeper. His cock stretched you to the brim, pressing against your womb for your lover to feel. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, trying to suck him further than what was even possible. The stretch of him burned, the veins on his length dragging along your walls.
βShitββ Gris swears. βYou want meβ¦to fill this pussy upβ¦β He kisses your cheek which was streaked with tears. βYou want that, right? Want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck a baby into you?β
βY-yes!β You gasp. βP-please. W-wanna make y-you a daddy.β
βMake me a daddy, huh?β
Fuck, did he like the sound of that.
The weight of Grisβs body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
Gris groans. βS-shit. G-gonna cum, Princess. Gonnaβfuckβmake you a mommy.β
He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, causing him to sink to his forearms. You let out a low moan.
The uncomfortable position has your abdomen constricting with pleasure. Your cunt throbs, the hot globs of Grisβs release leaking out your hole when he pulls out. There is a dull ache in your thighs, though you donβt hate it.
βYou okay, sweetheart?β Gris asks, kissing your cheeks. One of his hands caress down your body, squeezing where heβd been a bit too rough. Heβs gentle when he touches you.
βIβm fine,β you pant.
βThen, youβre good to go for another round?β
βH-huh?β
Gris grins. βObviously, we have to make sure it sticks.β He wraps your legs around his waist, his grip tight on your thighs. βSo you arenβt leaving the bed until Iβm sure youβre knocked up.β
β₯οΈβ zodyl typhon
Zodyl was mean.
You told him as much, and multiple times at that, babbling incoherently as tears licked your cheeks. Not that your whines or insults deterred him from drilling into you. Or from you cumming for the nth time.
βHmm, tell me, what number was that?β Zodyl mused. Youβre gasping underneath him, your pussy quivering and sloppily leaking your own release, making such a mess on his cock and the sheets. βI seem to have lost count.β
βA-ah..Zodyl please..β youβre overstimulated, legs trembling around his waist. Your swollen clit throbbed, it puffy from Zodyl teasing it with that wicked tongue of his earlier. βC-canβt cum anymoreβ¦y-youβre gonna break me.β
βBreak you?β Zodyl laughed. βPlease, youβre far more resilient than that, my love.β He pulls out his throbbing length, intentionally dragging it against your sensitive walls. His own cum leaks from the head, having just stuffed you with another load. Though he didn't seem the least bit exhausted. βAfter all," Zodyl continues, "Iβve trained this pussy to take me.β
Zodyl flips you onto your hands and knees. Your arms wobble and bend, causing your back to arch even deeper. A low whine leaves your lips when Zodyl sheathes himself to the hilt, pressing against your cervix. He bites back a groan. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock spitting out more globs of cum as you squeeze around him.
But Zodyl continues to push through his own overstimulation, intent on drawing out your own pleasure.
βShitβ¦there you goβ¦β the man chuckles. βAnd look. Youβre just eagerly sucking me back in.β
You fist the sheets. Itβs as if your body is hypnotized by the stretch and feel of his cock, even more so without the condom. Your hips move against your will, trying to snap back against his to take more. Zodyl slaps your ass for doing so.
βDid I give you permission to move?β
βMβsorry,β you babble. βI-itβs jusββ¦f-feels so-ah.β
βUse your words,β Zodyl tsks. He takes a fistful of your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp. βYou know I canβt help you if you donβt tell me.β
He tugs harder, making you moan. βPlease, Zodyl! Fuckβmove. N-needβ¦need to cum.β
Zodyl shoves your face into the pillows.
βNow you need to cum after just telling me you couldnβt?β An amused grin tugs at his lips. βBut who am I to deny my wifeβs request? I wouldnβt be fulfilling my husband duties otherwise.β
Gripping your hips, he begins to fuck back into you with the same, relentless pace, giving you little time to adjust to his size. The thick girth of his shaft threatens to split you open. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, rough and needy.
Each time, there is an obscene squelch where you both connect. The sound is filthy and equally messy, your thighs slick with your own arousal and Zodylβs cum aiding his frenzied thrusts against your ass. And fuck if Zodyl wasn't addicted to the feeling of you. His grip is bruising as he frantically chases his release, sweat clinging to his hair and pulling the strands from their usual slicked back style.
One of his thumbs finds your clit, teasing it with that slow, fluttering touch of his that makes your toes curl. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps. You cry out Zodyl's name as you cream around him, your body going slack against the bedsheets.
As your cunt squeezes around him, Zodyl lets out a low moan. His thrusts grow sloppy and unrhythmic before he pins you to the mattress with his weight. His hips still as he fills you to the brim, making your eyes roll back.
βFuck, good girl,β Zodyl groans in your ear. His lips press against the back of your neck, making you shiver.
βY-youβre so mean,β you whimper. βI canβt feel my legs.β
βHmm, you say that, but you got several orgasms thanks to this βmeanβ man.β Zodyl gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub. He turns the handle to run the water. Before he leaves to go back to your shared room to grab you fresh clothes, he gives you a smug grin.
βAnd Iβm not doing my due diligence as your husband if I donβt leave your legs shaking.β
tall tales and gossip spread fast around headquarters, but are any of them true? β `β¦ Λ Φ΄ΦΆ πβΉ gachiakuta men secret kinks
κ° β Λｑβ ββββ featured on the disc: enjin, gris rubion, tamsy caines, follo tsunΔ«to
κ° β Λｑβ ββββ content warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dom & sub reader, edging, spanking, degradation, wax play, light bondage, praise, consensual free ΓΌse
π₯ έ Λ κ° βΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ β βi heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but thereβs no way thatβs true, just look at him.β
his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isnβt one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.
βhahβ please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,β he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.
βjust need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!β enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails it down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.
you let out an irritated sigh, βyou donβt need my mouth, you want it.β you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.
you sneer with disgust. βyou expect me to give you permission to cum when you canβt even differentiate between the two?β
π₯ έ Λ κ° βΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ ββi heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldnβt doubt it. he wonβt lift a hand to hurt a fly.β
his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.
smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position itβs in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. grisβ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.
βyou should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?β his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesnβt allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.
his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.
he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. βdo i need to teach you some manners?β
π₯ έ Λ κ° βΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ β β i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know itβs always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.β
none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he wonβt confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.
the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.
βhmm? does my angel want to be fucked?β his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.
tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. youβre unsure if itβs due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, youβre slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.
tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, βi donβt think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.β
π₯ έ Λ κ° βΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ β βi heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.β
heβs got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock itβs almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.
he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as youβre fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.
you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.
humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.
folloβs hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, βyeah thatβs it, you can take it. take it all for me..β
reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 requests r open
βSTARS π΅β§βΛ β Zanka Nijiku x gn!reader
precis : 3 times Rudo suspected your relationship and the 1 time it was confirmed.
wc : 493
warnings : none tbh, all fluff!!
Rudo isn't the best when it comes to love and relationships, but trying to decipher where the line between friendship and romance is crossed when it comes to you and Zanka is horrible.
There's a dull ache in Zanka's shoulders and the promise of an awful cramp in his future due to the vigorous amount of training he's done, body mushy and weak. He looks like he's about to collapse with the amount of exhaustion that weighing him down. As he slinks down the hall in a tired pursuit for a place to slump, Rudo carefully trails behind him, curiosity taking ahold of him.
Zanka remains unaware, sleepiness overriding his senses.
Zanka, to Rudo's surprise and utter confusion, walks right past his assigned room and instead takes a lazy turn down the corridor to **yours**, door slightly ajar and casting a glow from the window on the floor beneath. It opens with a rasped groan and Zanka slips insideβ right out of Rudo's sight.
Rudo can hear the faint giggles from you and the weary fussing from Zanka as he retreats, curiosity growing rapidly.
Very suspicious..
The mission had gone south. The trash beasts came at you with at speeds you hadn't expected; you'd managed to collect an assembly of injuries.
You're laid out under the icey-white sheets of the infirmary, wrapped in the sickly-clean smell of sterilised equipment and the faint remnants of flowers. Rudo peers curiously from the corner, watching through the crack of space in the door.
Zanka's hunched over you, knuckles paled with how tight he's fitting the blankets. His brows, contradicting the usual feigned nonchalance he favours, is furrowed, a wrinkle kissing his forehead with a subtle-but-not-really look of worry tracing his features. Rudo can't seem to make out the words spilling from his lips, and it's a tedious task trying to lip read from so far away β he can only assume he's giving you an earful with the fatigued sag of your shoulders and the huffed sighs you let out to avert the conversation. Despite that, Rudo can almost trace the fond smile that your lips curl into at Zanka's stress.
Strange.
You guys look like a picture-perfect example of an elderly couple β worn at the edges but maintaining the usual loved routine.
The van's packed β **over** packed, even. The brimful vehicle swerves and slues across the rocky paths, contrary to the unconcerned look he dons as he leads the team to their possible deaths. Someone's knee β you don't care to find out who'sβ is digging into your side, Riyo's half-parked on your lap, and your face is smushed permanently to Zanka's side. Rudo's prying gaze lands on the two of you, gauging for a reaction, any reaction, and is struck with the astonishing realisation that Zanka doesn't mind; He doesn't mind the way you're (forcibly) curled into his side, infact, his hands seem to trace faint, almost shy, shapes on your shoulder.
"You're incredibly soft." You whisper, earning an annoyed squeak from Zanka as you squeeze him arm. "Ya tell me that all the time." He grunts, yet presses into you more. You laugh, "Am I ever wrong?".
He scoffs in response to that.
Rudo stares. How weird..
Rudo's suspicion is bubbling dangerously to the brim, and he feels like he's about to pop with how muddled he is about all this. Nobody's telling him anything, merely flashing his a cheeky grin then ushering off to wherever whenever he asks.
It all comes to an end when he stumbles across you and Zanka nestled in the corner of the empty cafeteria, lips locked in a now interrupted kiss. The silence that follows suite as you all gawk at each other is jarring, and Rudo leaves the cafeteria without a word, face flushed to an extent that it's almost worrisome.
".. Why didn't you tell me that they were dating?"
Enjin and Riyo lower their playing cards at Rudo's question, room blanketed in a silence that gives Rudo flashbacks to his painful discovery.
"...How'd you find out??" Enjin asks, raising an eyebrow.
Rudo's shudder tells him everything he needs to know.
βfuckβholy shit, youβre horny as hell, huh?β enjin murmured breathily, large hands gripping your hips as you bunted them over his cock over and over again.
ββs your fault,β you muttered back, lips skirting against the skin of his tatted neck. he was so hard beneath you, thick cock sliding against your cunt through the layers of clothes; even with the obstruction you were leaking, so thoroughly stimulated by his size alone.
βdonβt seeβmmmfuck!βhow.β enjin panted back, hips rolling up to press his cock firmer against your heated core, pulling a desperate mewl from your lips.
βbullshit,β you countered breathlessly, waist jerking and lungs shuddering. you were so horny it was painful. βyou knew what you were, hah, fuck!βwhat you were fuckinβ doing wearing these.β
enjin groaned low and the couch creaked as his hips picked up speed, fucking his bulge against you faster and faster; your vision grew slightly blurry at the onslaught of stimulation, arousal ramping up at the feel of that thick cock sliding against youβyour cunt fluttered while slick dripped from your folds, pussy begging to be stretched.
βmaybe i did,β he relented as he snaked his arms fully around your waist and pulled your chest into his. βmaybe i thought youβd be droolinβ fβmy cock the second you saw me. and i was right, wasnβt i, baby? youβre droolinβ from both ends, yeah?β
you bit back the whine that crawled up your throat, your body so hot and buzzed and liquified βfuck, you were losing it.
βgod, youβre fuckinβ dripping, baby girl,β enjin growled, βi can feel it. is she ready fβme, hmm? all ready to get fucked? and all from a pair of sweats?β
now you couldnβt bite back your voice; it erupted from your throat in the form of a desperate mewl, cunt aching at the invitation, needy for that thick cockβ
βyesyesyesβfuck me.β you warbled out, grinding down harder against him, sweet friction exploding against your clit and shooting stars to your vision. βwanβ your cock so baaaad, βjinnie.β
it had practically been teasing you all day, blessing you with a glorious vision of his dick print when he moved in just the right way. it was hardly your fault for wanting it, and youβd stand firm on that.
your answer had enjin groaning hotly against your collar bone and your skin pimpled pleasantly when his lips pressed against it in a chaste kiss.
enjinβs voice bordered on a growl when he pressed a second later, βiβll give it tβyou, baby. first i want ya tβcum just like this, okay? can you do that fβme, baby? rub yourself on mβcock βtil you cum?β there was an edge of desperation to his tone, and you vaguely wondered if this was some sort of fetish for him.
you nod and whine as you ruck your hips forward, down, in circles; just using whatever movement gave you the most vivid stimulation so that your clit was absolutely throbbing, orgasm bubbling slowly in your gut, desperate to reach the surface and blind you with euphoria.
βgood girl, thatβs itβfuckinβ grind on this big cock. you love it, donβcha, doll?β enjin slurred, mouthing at your skin between words. itβs all going to your head and your pussyβthe stimulation, the heat, enjinβs voice, enjinβs scent, his hands and his touchβ¦ fuck, youβre so, so drunk on him. almost too drunk to properly function.
but that orgasm thatβs still teasing below your skin propels your sloppy self, and enjinβs soft coos and absolutely filthy words are stirring your gut up almost as much as his thick cock against your swollen clit. so, it only takes you a minute more of humping him to unravel, to have you trembling to your very bones while you gush, clit gaining a heartbeat and white waves of euphoria crashing through your body.
you can actually feel how wet you are, just how hard youβve cum; youβre still making a mess, slick drooling down to soak into enjinβs sweats with every pulse of your clit. itβs almost too intense.
but enjin helps you ride it all out with sweet praises and even sweeter physical affections. he doesnβt try to control your rhythm, simply lets you grind your sopping cunt over him at your own pace.
and he waits only until youβve stopped movingβsans the few tremors still assaulting your bodyβto manipulate his own in any way. itβs subtle; he simply shifts you back a few inches, as if heβs hyper aware of how sensitive you are. his eyes immediately down to the large dark patch youβve painted over his crotch.
βwell, fuck,β enjin chuckles, reaching a hand down between your bodies to palm at his bulge. βthese sweats are ruined. ah, well. not that it matters. theyβre about to get even messier, anyway. time to give ya what ya were asking for, so get those fucking shorts off, babyββ
safe to say, enjin will be investing in more sweats. he doesnβt care how many the two of you end up ruining.
a/n: if u saw any errors or typos, no you didnβt. fam i was tired & horny as shit so fr this might not be the best but fuck it we ball and enjinβs fucking hot and i need to ride his cock and face like yesterday please and thank yew
Enjin: Clamps and vibrator. Enjin loves seeing how swollen and raw your nipples get under those clamps. And don't think your clit is spared either, this man will clamp your tits and vibe that poor bud until you're a quivering blob of jelly. And on days when he's feeling really mean? Clamped nips and clit, and he'll vibe your pussy until you cry out for mercy. If you're too loud, be prepared to have his cock shoved down your throat as he asks how a woman like you became such a whore for him.
Zodyl: Handcuffs and suction toys. He doesn't like you moving away from him or your hands reaching out to stop him when it gets too much. Oh no, you'll stay right where he wants, and take it for as long as he says you should. And suction toys? Diabolical. He'll put one right on that needy little clit, and while it wrecks your logic, his hands are free to do other things. Maybe he'll even shove his cock into your pussy this time. It's not like you can escape, anyway, let him have his fill rutting into that little hole.
Gris: Blindfolds and dildos. He loves how surprised you get when blindfolded at each little touch, your body hypersensitive to his movements and guessing where his mouth and fingers will go next. As for the dildo, well, isn't it a funny thing how he can make you moan on that piece of silicone when you're so fargone you can't tell if it's his dick or the toy? Delicious. He loves teasing you by fucking you first, and after he finishes, just when you think it's over, surprises you by shoving the dildo into your creamy hole, forcing another climax out of you before you go limp.
Tamsy: Spreader bars and riding crop. You don't get to rest with Tamsy; he's all about the pain. Keep those legs spread wide open. He even made it easier by buying you a spreader bar. And no inch of you is spared from that riding crop, he'll smack your ass until its red, even use it deftly on your clit, mocking you as it makes you throb and swell even more in need. He loves it when your thoughts fracture, and you become a drippy little doll for his pleasure, begging for more pain like the pathetic little slut he knows you can be.
warnings/tags: freak ass shit like sounding/knifeplay/breath play/brat taming, etc. you've been warned
feat: jabber, tamsy, enjin & zodyl x gn!reader
requested by: @ronigirlie
a/n: let's play the guess who the favorite is game LMAOO i lowkey had a field day writing these bro >:3 hopefully you like em!!
wc: 1.7k
π£² JABBER
Sadomasochism
I feel like people bounce back and forth with if Jabber's a dom or a sub but if you think hard enough everyone can be a switch/vers, welcome to my ted talk.
This one is practically canon anyways. Regardless of if you're on top or bottom he's sooooo into any sort of pain-pleasure you can give him or that he can drag out of you.
It can be as simple as having a hand wrapped around his throat while you ride him or as fucked up as cnc, blood play, knifeplay, etc.
Knifeplay (kinda)
This specifically I think I've talked about a little but my god⦠Him using the repressed form of mankira on you, angling the blades in a way that they barely dig into your skin but still leave tiny cat scratches, maybe even drawing or writing shit on you if you're into that.
He knows exactly what each side does and how they work too, so imagine him poking you and himself with an aphrodisiac to really up that already high ass libido of his. Neither of you are stopping until you're passed out from exhaustion
Sounding
Jabber's the kind of guy to be down to try anything once, and if he doesn't like it he's quick to put a stop to it, but if not then it's another thing added to his ever-growing list.
Tell me he wouldn't eat this up yo. Making him lay on his back and sitting on his legs while you push the thin rod in and out of the already wet tip, stroking his thick cock in tandem with the metal bar. He's whining for you like nobody's business
Sensory Deprivation
This is kind of a hit or miss because on one hand he wants to be able to see how you bruise his body up and use his cock like a dildo but not being able to enhances all those feelings tenfold.
The thought of twirling a blindfold in your fingers in front of him and him realizing it's for him, not you. He'd talk a big game the first time and then start shaking in anticipation wondering what you got in store for him next
π£² TAMSY
Shibari/Bondage
Projecting a little here because I'd kill to get tied up by tokushin but he'd def be into this. Like the act of shibari in itself isn't always sexual, but it always ends up leading into that with Tamsy.
He gets a sort of thrill from watching how desperate you get the longer he spends gingerly weaving the threads into more intricate knots, thin fingers just barely ghosting over your skin.
He leaves you in them while he touches you, too, teasingly tutting about how the ropes will only get tighter the more you squirm
Dacryphilia
It's the sadist in him I don't make the rules⦠he can't help but be a little mean to you because he finds that slightly angry mostly turned on look on your face cute.
Nine times out of ten he's fucking you slow and deep, angling himself riiightt into your sweet spot so you gasp and cry and dig your nails into his shoulders/back/thighs.
Would literally accidentally (or purposefully) overstim you by dragging your orgasm out for as long as possible, and on that noteβ¦
Overstimulation
Fork found in kitchen yada yada I know. This man isn't stopping until you're physically pushing him away from you because it's starting to hurt and even then he might not unless you say the safe word (one which you 100% need with this freak).
One orgasm would easily turn into two, and then three cuz y'can give me one more can't you?, and four, thenβ¦. oh, you've lost count already?
Katoptronophilia
I had NO idea this had a word but listen hear me out on this. Tamsy sitting you on his lap with your back to his chest in front of a large, full-length mirror, murmuring soft praises into your neck when you do as he says.
He's got one hand between your legs, getting you off but stopping every time you look away from yourself in the mirror or shut your eyes. He wants to put you on display like an art piece in a museum, and he wants you to look too
Corruption
Oh for Tamsy to have a sweet partner who's an innocent virgin and turn them into a desperate slut who needs him all the time. He'd tease you about it relentlessly too, slamming his hips into yours while he's moaning into your ear between laughs about what would the others say if they saw you like this?
Pushing your head down on his cock for the third time that day and 'complaining' that his dick is gonna fall off like he isn't aaallll for it
π£² ENJIN
Cockwarming
This would be more of a test of his resilience than yours if we're being real. You'd be on his lap outside while he lights up a joint or a cigarette, and to anyone who happens to pass by it looks normal, but the tiny shifts of your hips are anything but.
He loves the feeling of being nestled inside you even if you aren't fucking, and sometimes you'll make it into a game; can he finish his cig before he gives up and bends you over the nearest surface?
Breeding
It deadass doesn't matter what anatomy you have or if you can even get pregnant or not (not that he's risking it if you can. wrap it before you tap it ya'll), Enjin tends to absolutely lose himself in you.
Thrusting into your tight heat after filling you up gets him all hot and bothered again, because it's a sign that you're really his. Why else would you let him cum in you?
So sue him if he gets so brainless he's putting you in a mating press and using his cock as a plug to keep his nut in you
Exhibitionism
RISKY SEX RISKY SEX RISKYβ ahem okay my bad let me calm downβ¦ But consider car sex with him on the way back from a mission or a date or something.
He can't wait long enough to get back to headquarters so he's pulling over to take you in the back seat and god help whoever's nosy enough to wonder what you're in there doing.
Quickies are on the table too as long as there isn't something actually important to be done (or Semiu will have his head). You wanna suck him off in an alleyway cuz he looked too fine fighting that trash beast? Be his guest, the possibility of getting caught has him harder than usual too
Toys
Woooo Enjin ruining you with his dick at the same time he has a vibrator turned up to the max on youβ¦. Or making you get yourself off on a dildo knowing it can't reach the same spots he can if you've been bratty lately.
I don't think he'd be super crazy about the more experimental ones but he might throw in some fluffy handcuffs from time to time. They don't hurt your wrists as much as the regular metal ones but they still let him use the things as leverage to bring you back on his cock
π£² ZODYL
Breath play/Choking
I'm of the notion he knows exactly where and how hard to press to make you see stars but not enough to the point you actually pass out. He brings you to the brink of it though, studying the glazed over look in your eyes and lightly slapping your cheek to bring you back to reality.
There's care in it, not that you notice when dots are dancing in your vision and he's fucking you like a whore. Almost impersonal. The way you clench around him when his hand is on your neck makes him hiss, but he won't take it too far
Size kink
He's a 6'2" muscular man bro it's just hidden behind that big ass coat of his, so you know what else is big? That dick. Huge, even, I saw it last night, and he knows how to use it.
He doesn't care if you're as thin as a stick or not, he can hold you up in a full nelson while he pumps his length into you. He'd have the firmest grip on your legs, getting the perfect view of how you struggle to take every inch of him, crying about it being too much and for him to slow down.
He just inherently towers over you in every way and he's horny about it
Brat Taming/Spanking
Zodyl is nothing if not patient. He kind of has to be, considering the unique bunch the Raiders are. If there's a better but slower way to get what he wants, then he'll sail the seven seas.
So you acting out for his attention won't immediately get you what you want. In fact, pushing him too much means you're not getting his dick for awhile, not til' he thinks you're worthy of it again.
He's keeping track of every snarky reply you make, every huffed out yes sir to an order and a rolled eye. Then he's putting you over his knee when he has the chance. Don't even think you're getting fucked.
This what you wanted, my attention? He asks, rubbing soothing circles against your ass after the last smack. You're already sobbing, thick tears running down your cheeks.
He's had to restart a few times since you stopped counting, the soreness making you whimper out pathetic little apologies to him. He hums, hand leaving your skin before it comes back down hard this time.
Cute, but you can take a few more. How many was that?
Free use
When you've dated for long enough he brings up the prospect of free use. It lets him not have to ask, he can just bend you over or push you to your knees with one hand on your head and you get the idea.
Like Zodyl uses you as his outlet when he's real pissed off, roughly bullying his cock into you or leaving handprints on your hips as rough as he wanted to be with everyone that irritated him that day.
Somehow the absolute king of aftercare though, the type to say I love you in a million different ways without actually saying it
enjin, when he first heard the news about your pregnancy, was speechless for the first time in his life. younger, immature version of him wouldβve probably ran away, leaving you to be a single mama. but not this enjin, not with you. in fact, he immediately asked, βyouβre going to keep it, right?β, as if he was more concerned about the fact youβd want to abort it. the words of wishing to become a father just slipped out of his mouth.
enjin whose nickname for you had changed from doll to ma. to his friends he referred to you as baby mama. he was proud, yes.
enjin stopped, or at least, significantly reduced smoking when he heard you were pregnant with his kid. you didnβt mind him smoking in general, but you set three rules for him: not in the house. not near you. not within the hour before he comes home. and enjin, being the woman pleaser he was, obeyed those rules whole heartedly.
enjin fucked you gently ever since you started to show a small baby bump. he knew that his cock technically couldnβt do any harm or damage to the small life you were growing inside of you, especially during the first months. but whenever he bottomed you out - deep, tip beautifully curving against the entrance of your cervix - he slowed down a little. enjin was the guy who had always loved to fuck you hard, but he found himself enjoying the slower, more intimate pace as well. he felt like a true gentleman, making love to his pregnant wifey like that.
enjin brought you whatever random foods you asked for. you craved for the random specific meal you once had in canvas town? he drove there only to get it. you wanted a few sweets? he brought the whole stash (rudo got mad). he was more than happy to spoil you as best as he could, mainly because you looked so damn pretty with that happy, giddy grin you flashed him when you got your food.
enjin told everyone (with your permission, of course) that you were pregnant for him. that the life your swollen belly carried inside was half his doing. he was almost cocky about it, lazily rambling about the upcoming fatherhood to his squad after a few beers too much.
enjin was also worried. he was afraid that something would happen to you. that something or someone would hurt you just when he wasnβt looking. that was why he didnβt stay away from home that often anymore. sometimes he even became a bit overbearing with his protectiveness - but he tried his best to give you space. enjin just didnβt want to lose you.
ππ°πππππ : heβs hardcore yearning for you.
enjin decided very early on that you were a dangerous being.
no, no - not in the obvious way. you didnβt carry yourself like a threat. no. you smiled too gently. you laughed too quietly at his silliness. you apologized when people bumped into you (and apologized again when enjin shoved them into a wall). soft body, soft voice, soft hands that were always warm when they brushed his arm by accident.
β¦ accident. right. yeah. sure.
you were a fucking menace in the way you didnβt notice him unraveling.
βhey,β you said one morning, peeking around the corner of the base. βiβm heading out. do you need anything?β
enjin was already on his feet, and almost toppled over his feet like an idiot. βiβll come with you.β
you blinked. βyou donβt have to.β
βi know.β he was already grabbing his jacket and lead the way.
this was how it always went. youβd mention something in passingβgroceries, errands, a walk, the weatherβand enjin would appear like a summoned spirit. he carried your bags. he walked on the street side of the sidewalk. he slowed his stride to match yours, even though it killed him to move that carefully.
and the whole time, he watched you like you might vanish if he blinked. he even avoided smoking around you since that fateful day where he had heard that you didnβt like the smell of smoke.
you hummed as you walked, hands clasped behind your back. the fabric of your sweater stretched softly over your stomach when you moved, the hem brushing your thighs. enjin noticed everything. he hated that he noticed everything. he hated how his heart beat so uncontrolled around you. he hated how his fingers twitched with an urge to touch you. he hated the heat that coiled between his legs whenever⦠well, it actuallly happened all the time.
βdid you sleep okay?β he asked.
βyeah! like a rock.β
βgood,β he said too fast. βgood.β
he also loved knowing every little thing about you. liked remembering them. your favorite snacks. the way you got cold easily. how you tilted your head when you were thinking. that whenever you speak to rudo or riyo your voice automatically became softer. he stored these details like precious contraband, tucked away in his chest.
at the market, you reached for something on a higher shelf, rising onto your toes. your shirt lifted a little, and showed the soft curve of your hips. your ass. enjin made a noise like a dying engine. maybe a bit of a whimper - there was definitely a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth.
you turned around to him. βyou okay?β
βfine,β he lied, staring very hard at a can of peaches. βall good. totally normal.β
you frowned, then shrugged, tossing the item into the basket. βthanks for coming with me, by the way. youβre always so helpful.β
helpful⦠he nearly bit through his tongue. he nearly went screaming in aisle three. he nearly cried into his jacket.
you didnβt see the way his shoulders slumped a fraction. didnβt see how the word landed wrong, soft and heavy at the same time. helpful was what you called someone safe. someone convenient. someone you didnβt look at the way enjin looked at you.
later, back at the base, you struggled with a door stuck in its frame. you huffed, pushing uselessly.
βhere,β enjin said, already there to fix it with one sharp tug.
you beamed up at him. βyouβre the best.β
he froze. there was your beautiful smile again. the one that made his chest ache, made his hands curl at his sides like he wanted to reach for you and didnβt trust himself to stop. because once heβd start touching you heβd never be able to stop.
βyou okay?β you asked. βyouβre being weird today.β
he laughed too loud. βme? always.β
you stepped closer without thinking, peering up at his face. βyou sure?β
you were too fucking close. he could smell your soap, feel the warmth of you, see the mouthwatering curve of your body where you stood like you belonged there.
enjin cracked. enjin split open.
βyou ever,β he started, then stopped. swallowed. tried again. βyou ever think about how you make people feel?β
you blinked confused. βwhat do you mean?β
fuck. you were so oblivious, and so sweet. you were ruining him.
he dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal. βyou smile at me. you thank me. you ask if iβm okay. you let me follow you around likeβlike this is nothing.β
you laughed softly. βenjin, you donβt have to come with me everywhere.β
βi want to,β he snapped, then winced at himself, βi want to.β
silence stretched. your eyes clash and enjin could watch in real time how the realization settled in your usual brilliant brain.
βoh,β you said, suddenly small.
he stopped pacing and looked at you like you might break. βiβm not saying itβs your fault,β he rushed. βi just needed you to know. iβm not being nice. iβm being gone.β
your cheeks warmed. βgone?β
βfor you,β he said simply.
you stared at him, heart pounding. βyouβ¦ like me?β
enjin sighed quietly. βyou still didnβt realize it.β
βi thought you were justβ¦ like this.β
he laughed, breathless and disbelieving. βiβm like this because itβs you.β
your expression softened when you heard his response. with a small smile you remembered how enjin had gravitated towards you since youβve joined the cleaners. you had always thought that he shared the same sentiment for you like he shared for the kids. you were so wrong. but that wrongness made you happy. really happy.
you stepped. loser slowly. βyou couldβve said something, enjin. i wouldβve listened.β
he dropped his head into his hands. βiβve been saying something. every day. with my whole damn body.β
you nodded, and reached tentatively to take his hand in yours. you felt the tremble, how warm his skin was. this wasnβt just a crush - he was in love. enjin went still like a good puppy, because that glorious man would wait forever if you asked him to.
βenjin?β you murmured.
βyeah?β
βi donβt mind you following me.β
hope flared in his eyes so fast it almost scared you.
βand,β you added, squeezing his hand once, βyou can hold my hand next time. if you want.β
he nodded once. then he nodded enthusiastically while you giggled softly.
hardcore yearner. fully undone. exactly where he wanted to be.
you're spread out sinfully under enjin, legs folded up towards your chest while he stands at the edge of the bed, dick plowing into your pussy.
his view is downright delectable: you with your tits out, bouncing with each thrust, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hits your gspot over and over again. your nipples are hard and sensitive, and he brings his tattooed hand down to press them between his thumb and forefinger. you're close, he can tell, can feel it around his cock and he can hear it in the way you've gotten silent, struggling to catch your breath as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
"that's it, baby girl." he encourages, hand coming down to flick his thumb against your sensitive clit. "that's it."
and you're cumming with such force that you start to whimper and cry at the overwhelming sensation, pussy still abused by enjin's perfect cock. you're gasping and tightening around him, until he's cumming too, fucks it deeper and deeper into you.
and he doesn't pull out until he's sure it's held.
