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hey pretty girl, when you come to my room tonight…

Snow Leopard hybrid!follo x reader

Heart-shaped Lips (follo tunito x fem!reader)

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[veggie2ra]

Enjin LOVES it when you talk about your interest’s

Cws: modern au, Enjin x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive language, established relationship

Enjin loves hot chicks ( he said it himself ) but he loves it when his girl has both beauty and brains. That’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so hard. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about comics, books, or just something you randomly started researching Enjin was always the first one to tune in. Even if he didn’t fully understand sometimes

You’re busy sitting on your bed as you explain the lore to a one of the shows you’re watching. And like always Enjin’s head is on your lap with one of his tattooed arms on your side. Large fingers gently rubbing your hip as you go on and on about what you’re talking about. He’ll let out an occasional “ mhm? “ or a “ thats crazy. And then what happened? “ as a little reminder that he was in fact paying attention.

He would never say it out loud but he liked moments like this when it’s just you and him talking about something you loved and cared about. And he thought it was the hottest thing you could do.

( what can i say he has a kink for nerds )

The way you would get so passionate when talking, how you describe the scenarios and characters was such a turn on for him.

You suddenly look down at him with a slightly annoyed look on your face

“ i feel like your not listening to me “

Enjins hands froze and his once half lidded eyes shot back opened in confusion

“ huh? “ he asked lifting his head from your lap.

You roll yours in return. “ I’ve been explain the plot to you and you’re just staring at me “ you huff crossing your arms trying to seem more upset.

A frown appears on Enjin’s face

“ I’ve been listening the whole time babes! “ he murmured

“ okay, so what did i just explain to you? “ you ask.

Enjin’s nose crinkled and brows furrowed as he tried to recall what you said while he was busy admiring you

“ I’m not telling you shit anymore “ you replied before you could answer. Before you could get up, both of his arms wrapped around waist and the loudest most dramatic groan erupts from your boyfriend’s lips.

“ c’mon baby don’t do me like that?! “ he whines resting his chin on your chest. Unfortunately for him you weren’t gonna fold that easily.

A small pout appeared across his lips “ look I’m sorry..” one of his hands rubbed your lower back while his amber eyes locked with yours

“ you just look so cute when you talk about stuff like that “

Even though you were still annoyed by his previous actions. You couldn’t stay mad at him forever.

“ your weird “ you quiped, toying with a lock of his golden hair

“ not as weird as you “ he purred “ but its cool you can just tell me about it again when we- “

You clasp a hand over his mouth

“ don’t even finish that sentence

[yumyumyoomie]

18+ mdniii <3

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enjin n his girlfriend with a sex drive higher than a rabbits, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take!!

“sh—shit, cutie s-slow down,” enjin can barely hear himself think with the way your hips so cruelly roll and slap back against his. you’ve been going at it for hours, and everytime enjin thinks you’ve had enough, you’re straddling him again and peppering him with kisses.

what’s that sayin’ again..? lobster too buttery ‘nd juicy or something..?

enjin is practically foaming at the mouth, drool dripping down his cheek as you bounce your hips on his. it was too much, way too much, and yet he couldn’t help but lean upwards and suck on your pretty tit while you rode him.

“just one more, baby, please?” you plead so sweetly, huffing all pretty. “just love.. love bein’ all full of ya.” your head is thrown back as he hits that perfect spot inside you, a high pitched whine leaving your lips.

enjin scoffs, before it breaks into a shuddering moan. “h—how can i say no to that, huh? fuck, prettyy,” he slurs, golden eyes getting all foggy and half lidded.

he can’t even feel his hips anymore. you’ve pretty much ridden his cock raw, but he finds himself jerking his hips upwards to meet yours anyways.

he just can’t resist those pretty eyes of yours. not when they’re looking down at him like he hung the sun and moon and stars in the sky.

[dhazefawn]

˚୨୧⋆.˚ “DISINFECTANT” FT. ‘ENJIN’ ! ─── 0.8k wc, mentions of blood, bodily harm 𖬺𖬺 injuries, canon-compliant 𖬺𖬺 spoiler free, tooth rotting fluff, denial of feelings, proximity, mutual pining, hurt/comfort.

notes from fawn ୭ৎ i’ve been binge watching gachiakuta today and i fell in love with this man. his constant love ’n care for others. he needs some time to rest and feel loved ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ a bit different from what i usually post, but i wanted to switch it up! edit: here’s part one of your bday gift @yuunarii-arii (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

The smell of disinfectant felt too heavy—biting your sense of smell as you tried to focus on the man in front of you.

Enjin sat on the edge of your bed, his usual composed posture slightly slouched from exhaustion. His eyes tracked your every movement as you gathered supplies from your desk drawer.

You’re sat next to him now, only a small space between the two of you. He seems eager to close it, inching towards you minute by minute—his knee brushing yours, fingers drumming restlessly against the mattress. You pretend it doesn’t affect you—hands slightly shaking, cheeks warm, something akin to butterflies in your stomach—focus.

You can’t figure out why he’d sneak into your room during the early morning hours. You opened the door, searching for a moment of rest and there he was—dried blood on his face, a gash on his arm and hair as perfectly messy as it always is—curse him.

It’s not like you were asleep, walking aimlessly through the headquarters hallways, waiting for something—someone. A few cleaners met your eyes with strange, almost knowing looks, as if they understood something you didn’t.

You asked Semiu when Enjin would be back from his mission, and all she did was smirk and tell you ‘soon,’ before turning the tables on you and questioning why you were so interested in Enjin’s whereabouts.

That damn smirk didn’t leave her face. It got even worse when you said something ridiculous about being worried about him. Then she smiled, as if she was expecting it.

(You cared about him, of course.

Idiot got himself hurt on a mission.

That’s all.)

When did he even get into your room? Why did he choose your room? You’re not even a healer like Eishia—and surely you don’t have the delicate touch he seeks from others.

(You wish he did seek you out.)

“Look at you,” you tut, still not looking him in the eye, “sneaking into my room looking like a kicked puppy.”

In your defense, he did look like a kicked puppy. His eyes met yours as soon as you walked in and only after a second of silence he opened up his mouth and started to talk your ear off—rambling about the mission, about how it wasn’t as bad as it looked, about how he knew you’d still be awake.

Enjin laughs, as if it’s funny. As if the gashes on his arm are hilarious. His free hand reaches up to touch the dried blood on his cheek, smearing it slightly. You push the cloth wet with disinfectant a bit harder into his skin than necessary.

A small whine leaves his lips and you can feel the pout he’s giving you right now without even looking.

(Bastard, seeking out your forgiveness.

He wants you soft and warm in his hands.)

“Okay, okay! Go a little easy on me.” His voice carries that familiar teasing lilt, but there's something underneath it—you’re afraid of what it might be.

“After this stunt you pulled? I don’t think so.” You finally meet his gaze, and immediately regret it. Those eyes are too knowing, too gentle for someone who just stumbled in bleeding.

His hand covers yours, stilling your movements. “Hey.” His voice drops lower, more serious. “I’m okay.”

The sincerity in his tone makes your chest tight. You want to pull away, to maintain some distance, but his thumb traces over your knuckles and you’re rooted to the spot.

“You could have gone to Eishia,” you murmur, focusing on cleaning the cut rather than the way he’s looking at you. “She actually knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe.” He shifts closer, and now his shoulder is pressed against yours. “But I wanted to come here.”

Your breath catches. “Why?”

Enjin is quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to where your hands are still connected. When he speaks again, it’s barely above a whisper. “Because you’re the only one who waits up for me.”

The admission hangs in the air between you. You feel your cheeks burn, and you know he notices—he always notices everything about you.

“That’s not—I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His other hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your heated skin. “And I’m glad you were.”

Before you can protest or deflect, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. Close enough that you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, the relief at being back, the way he’s looking at you like you’re something precious.

(Seeing him relaxed is so rare, so precious.

He never gives himself the moment to just slow down.

It’s a sight you wish you could bottle up and keep it with you and him forever.)

“Let me finish patching you up,” you whisper, but you don’t pull away from his touch.

“In a minute,” he murmurs back, and his eyes flutter closed. “Just let me stay like this for a minute.”

So you do. You let him hold you in the quiet of your room, disinfectant and all, while the early morning light creeps through your window. And when he finally lets you tend to his wounds properly, his hand never leaves your knee—a reminder that he chose to come to you.

۶ৎ [ dhazefawn ಇ. ] + don’t repost, copy or use my work for ai.

[octashredderz]

imagine waking up in enjin’s room, the spot where his back’s usually pressed up against you feeling unusually empty. he doesn’t like getting up whenever the two of you are in bed together, so this was a little unusual.

but when you look up and blink the sleep away, he’s sat at the desk in his room, back facing you and grumbling away at something underneath his breath.

his shirt’s still off from last night.

the gorgeous map of his tattoos are on full display— the ones you’ve traced multiple times in light and in dark. they’re captivating, from the two black dots at the nape of his neck to the smooth zigzags and swirls that adorn his body. the sight itself makes your mouth water already.

you find yourself staring a little longer than you would’ve allowed yourself to, and you only notice when enjin turns his head to check in on you.

a crooked grin greets you, dimples flashing. “good morning to you, gorgeous. enjoying the show?”

you blink once before darting your gaze away. “you could say something like that.” a deep chuckle comes from his chest, and he moves from the desk over to you. “cute.”

and then his stupid self decides that it’d be a good idea to lay his whole body on top of you, humming into your neck and crushing you underneath.

“enjin, get the hell off me,” you wheeze, smacking his bare back, which does absolutely nothing. “no.” he says simply, pressing multiple pecks into the crook of your neck.

you sigh in defeat, knowing that there’s not much else you can do about the ridiculously large man on top of you. but he’s your ridiculously large man.

your arms come to wrap around him, embracing his warmth, and you can swear you feel his smile spread against your skin. he lifts his head up and meets his lips with yours, a sweet, soft thing.

he pulls away with a dreamy sigh. “i love mornings with you.”

[itssocomplicatedyeah]

Imagine: You realized Enjin was completely incapable of saying no to his own daughter when she turned four.

Before that, you could still cling to a few illusions. He himself had insisted that he was going to be strict.

“Someone has to raise her into a decent human being,” Enjin had declared back when she had only just learned how to sit up on her own.

You looked at him over the rim of your cup.

“And you decided that someone would be you?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Please, continue.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but didn’t argue.

The next four years proved quite convincingly that Enjin was not cut out to be the strict parent.

At all.

“Dad.”

“No.”

“Daddy.”

“I already said no.”

“Daddyyyy.”

Enjin froze.

You, sitting at the table and sorting through the notes you had brought back from a job, slowly raised your head.

Your daughter stood in the middle of the kitchen in her nightgown, clutching a small, battered toy to her chest, something Rudo had brought her once, and she had refused to part with ever since. She stared up at her father with huge, sleepy eyes.

Enjin stared back. You could practically see his defenses crumbling.

Brick by brick.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

He glanced at you.

“I’m sitting right here.”

“I’m warning you in advance.”

Your daughter rubbed one eye with her fist.

“I’m scared to sleep alone.”

That was it.

Over.

Enjin let out a heavy sigh, as though he had just lost an incredibly important battle.

“Fine. Just tonight.”

You snorted.

“You said that yesterday.”

“Yesterday was different,” he declared.

You could barely hold back your laughter.

“She said she was cold.”

“What if she really was cold?”

“She never used to get cold at night.”

“The temperature does drop after sunset.”

You gave him a pointed look.

Enjin merely shrugged, completely unbothered, then bent down and scooped your daughter into his arms. She immediately settled against his chest, wrapping her little arms around his neck.

“Traitor,” you said.

“Me?”

“You.”

“I’m showing parental concern.”

“You’re raising a tiny manipulator.”

“That’s not true.”

Your daughter lifted her head from his shoulder and asked with complete seriousness,

“Dad, can I have something sweet before breakfast tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

“Enjin!”

“What?”

He turned to face you. You were practically burning a hole through him with your stare.

For a second, silence hung between you, as though your husband was genuinely weighing the pros and cons.

Then, with great determination, he announced,

“After breakfast.”

The little girl pouted.

Enjin lasted approximately two seconds.

“Or with breakfast.”

“Enjin, please!”

You set your cup down on the table a little too loudly.

“All right, all right. After breakfast.”

Your daughter hid a smile against his shoulder.

You pointed at her.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

“She’s four.”

“Exactly. She’s four, and she already has you wrapped around her little finger.”

Enjin looked at your daughter. Then back at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Of course he didn’t. You could only shake your head.

The worst part was that, from the outside, it was unbearably adorable. Especially because Enjin had barely changed with everyone else.

The same lazy tone. The same familiar smile. The same habit of cracking jokes at the worst possible moment. He could come back from a job covered in dirt, with a torn sleeve and a fresh scratch across his cheek, and casually announce that the day had gone “pretty well, all things considered.”

But the second his daughter tripped in the yard and scraped her knee, that man was at her side before you were.

“All right, what do we have here?”

“Daaad…” the child sobbed.

“Let me see.”

“It hurts.”

“I can tell.”

He crouched in front of her, carefully examining the scrape before saying in a perfectly calm voice,

“Leg’s still attached.”

She sniffled and nodded.

“Still attached.”

“Then you’ll live.”

“Enjin,” you said warningly.

“What?” He looked at you. “I’m comforting the child.”

“In a very strange way.”

And yet, a second later, his voice would always soften.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Your daughter lifted her tear-streaked face. Enjin wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“Hurts?”

She nodded silently.

“I know.”

No “don’t cry.” No “it’s nothing.” He never told her that pain didn’t matter. He simply picked her up.

“Come on. We’ll clean it up.”

“Will it sting?”

“A little.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then let’s make a deal. You put up with it, and afterward…”

He cast a quick glance in your direction.

“…Dad won’t give you anything, because Mom is watching.”

You rolled your eyes. Your daughter began to laugh through her tears. And that was always what he had been aiming for.

Evenings were somehow worse. Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night and realize half the bed was empty.

The first time, you panicked. You got up, walked down the hallway, and peeked into your daughter’s room. Enjin was sitting on the floor with his back against the side of her bed. Only a small night-light was on. Your daughter was asleep, sprawled sideways across the mattress, while Enjin held her hand.

You stopped in the doorway.

“What happened?”

He turned his head.

“Nightmare.”

You looked at the sleeping child.

“Did she call you?”

“No.”

“Then how did you know?”

Enjin shrugged.

“Heard her.”

Of course. He had just heard her.

You smiled and walked closer.

“She’s asleep now.”

“I know.”

“You can come back to bed.”

“In a minute.”

But he didn’t let go of her hand. You smiled and sat down beside him. For several seconds, neither of you said anything.

Then Enjin quietly spoke.

“She asked me today where I go when I take the umbrella.”

You looked at him.

“What did you tell her?”

“Work.”

“Very informative.”

“She’s four.”

“And?”

He thoughtfully ran his thumb over your daughter’s tiny fingers.

“I don’t want to tell her yet.”

You understood immediately what he meant: He didn’t want to tell her about the trash beasts, the Raiders, or the jobs.

The world that existed outside the safety of this little room. She would learn about it eventually. But Enjin clearly wanted to push that moment as far into the future as he possibly could.

“You do realize you can’t protect her from everything?” you asked quietly.

He gave a faint grin.

“We’ll see.”

“Enjin.”

“I know.”

This time, he wasn’t smiling. He looked at your sleeping daughter and added very softly,

“But as long as I can, I will.”

Something painfully warm tightened inside your chest. You slipped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his shoulder. Enjin turned slightly and pressed a kiss to your hair.

Then a sleepy voice came from the bed.

“Dad…”

His head lifted immediately.

“I’m here.”

He didn’t even think about it. He simply answered.

Your daughter didn’t seem to wake up fully. She only tightened her little fingers around his and went quiet again.

You looked at Enjin.

He caught your gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling weird.”

“I was just remembering someone who said he was going to be a strict father.”

“I am strict.”

You looked at the hand your daughter still refused to let go of. Then back at Enjin.

“Of course.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“For the record, tomorrow she’s only getting sweets after breakfast.”

A sleepy voice immediately came from the bed.

“With.”

Silence. You covered your face with one hand.

Enjin slowly turned toward your daughter.

“Are you even asleep?”

“Yes.”

“Then how did you...”

“With breakfast,” she repeated sleepily.

Enjin was silent for several seconds.

Then, completely seriously, he answered,

“Fine.”

“Enjin!”

You smacked him on the shoulder. He laughed quietly. And that was when you finally understood one very simple thing.

If your daughter ever needed someone to stand between her and the entire world, she wouldn’t even have to call for him.

Enjin would already be there.

[lunatic-pudge]

Hear me out, Enjin/Bundus/Gris/Bro X CanineHybrid-Reader Who's scared of thunder or just loud sounds

-🦴

Love that I got this when I was writing my Bundus petplay ask. When I read the Bundus ask, I immediately decided that reader was gonna be a puppy. It's like 🦴 Anon sensed that and decided we needed to go a step further and make reader a canine-hybrid.

All the more reasons to be suspicious that 🦴 Anon is a clone of me. Seem to think exactly how I do. Seems to always ask the right things. Very suspicious. I'm onto you. 🤨

(jkjk, I actually love you and I'm glad you've chosen me for these asks ♡)

Gonna pull all of these asks on my AO3 when I stop holding it hostage. It'll take forever since I'll have to retype everything, but I'll manage.

♡

♡Enjin♡

•Gonna be honest, Enjin's the worst on this list about loud sounds. It's not intentional, he just keeps forgetting you don't like loud (and unexpected mainly) sounds

•Enjin loves his puppy partner, he wpuld never do anything to hurt you, so you need to remind him to be considerate about making loud sounds

•But it doesn't happen often, he's pretty good about making sure to not make loud sounds around you. It tends to happen in the heat of the moment. Maybe Rudo amd Zanka's fight was just a little too funny and now Enjin is laughing a little too loudly. Or he's holding something heavy and drops it cause he tripped on his untied shoes, making what he was holding fall to the ground loudly clatter to the floor

•It scares you. A little jump, a yelp, puppy ears flattened down against your head, and tail sticking straight out

•When Enjin sees how scared you are, he is rushing to apologize. Holding your hand and babbling away. You can see how bad he feels, you know it was an accident

•Now storms on the other hand, Enjin relates

•He isn't scared to let it known he doesn't like rain, but he'd never admit to hating the sounds of thunder. Worries it'll make him seem weak

•But he puts it aside to be there for you. A cute little movie date where you guys can hide under some blankets should do

•Thick blankets, drinks, snacks, extra puppy treats for you. Enjin makes sure you two have everything you need so you guys don't have to venture out of the bedroom

•Anytime thunder sounds, Enjin is holding you tight. Yeah, he's trembling with you, but he's gotta protect his precious little pup from the scary thunder

•Enjin would never let anything bad happen to you. He will set aside his worst fears just to protect you

♡Bundus Begalkeit♡

•The second best when handling this

•Bundus prefers the quiet. He's an old man. Loud noises just cause unnecessary migraines, and when trying to sneak up on enemies, it is important to learn how to be as quiet as possible til it's time to strike

•The only time loud noises will happen is cause Jabber is being Jabber. If the 18 year old is bothering you, Bundus will take care of it right away (probably convince Cthoni or even Zodyl to do something about Jabber)

•When not having to do Raider work, Bundus can be seen hanging around (reading cause I feel like he would enjoy reading, especially old literature) with his pretty little puppy curled up in his lap. He loves having his puppy attached to him, so when a loud noise happens that spooks you, he goes into protective mode

•Now when it's storming out, it can be a little more difficult to work with. Turning off the weather isn't a possibility, but with your darling cowboy owner there, it's more bearable

•Bundus' voice is PERFECTION. His Southern drawl and deep voice. Good lord someone stop me from jumping his bones.

•Having him read to you helps out. Getting all comfy, looking up at him with your cute little puppy eyes, hanging on to every word he says. Imagine him playing with one of your ears while he reads to you. He always makes sure to scratch that special spot behind your ear too just to make sure you know that everything is okay and you're being such a good puppy during this storm

•I gotta stop now before this cute post turns sexual....

♡Gris Rubion♡

•The number one here at handling this

•The good news here, he deals with Tomme and Follo, they are super kind and super respectful. When they're told that you're scared of loud noises, they'll make sure to avoid doing anything that could cause a loud noise

•If they did accidentally scare you, Tomme is trying to gain forgiveness through puppy treats and a scratch behind the ear. Poor Follo is freaking out. He's being ridiculous by begging for your forgiveness, giving you the whole jar of puppy treats, buying you expensive puppy toys. He feels that scaring you would cause Gris to be upset at him and Follo CANNOT handle that right now (cue Gris having to console Follo while also holding you close. You're fine now. Just munching on the puppy treats while Follo is having a mental breakdown. R.I.P. Follo Tunito)

•Gris is a pro with comforting words and gentle touches. He'll hold you for as long as you need him too til you start to feel better. Rubbing soothing circles on your back, telling you how it's gonna be okay, that he's here, and how he'll never let anything bad happen to you

•Storms are no match for Gris

•While the rain is violently hitting the windows, and the thunder booms above, Gris has you, Follo, and Tomme gathered together doing everything needed to help distract you from the thunder

•Stories, movies, music, there's never a moment of rest. It's a chill vibe though. No chaos, no crazy adventures, just the four of you hanging out like any other time

•The most chaos that happens is when you decide to make Follo your target. Biting the brim of his cap and holding it hostage. He's trying to pry it away from between your teeth without ripping it. Tomme is laughing, having the time of her life, and Gris is telling you to be a good puppy and give Follo his hat back. The older man enjoys seeing the fun sibling dynamic you have with Follo, but he understands you can't just be taking people's things without permission, he's gotta be a good owner and have you give the hat back. (Follo doesn't really mind, he's just worried about you biting holes in his clothes. He sucks at sewing and doesn't like having to go out and buy new clothes. R.I.P. Follo Tunito pt. 2)

♡Bro Santa♡

•Now Bro is a wonderful owner, always doing everything he can to accommodate his precious puppy, but being the leader of Team Child, chaos happens 24/7

•9 times out of 10 it's Guita. She's 14 so she's still in her loud and disorganized phase. Yelling put in excitement, dropping pots and pans when trying to help put in the kitchen, playing music or her Kaiju movies at an ungodly volume. Poor Bro is always trying to get her to calm down. She does feel bad scaring you, but she is rather quick to move on and forget that loud noises scare you. It's not intentional or anything, just a hyperactive 14 year old not understanding better. The older she gets, the more she comes to understand and work towards being a better friend and not scaring you by being loud

•Dear is pretty chill. He doesn't speak so you never have to worry about him screaming. But there's a different thing to worry about: his foot tapping. It shakes the ground, makes objects fall, can bring buildings to ruin. It all accumulates to loud noises (and the fear that this 10 year old is gonna crack the Earth in half if whoever made him mad doesn't repair the damage they've done). Bro is working on helping Dear with his anger though. Dear's way of apologizing is sad eyes and sharing a piece of candy he stole from Rudo (don't ask for more, you should be thankful you're getting a piece). It's hard to be mad at him or Guita

•Now Bro himself is never loud, or causing loud noises. Even when scolding the children he maintains a calm and stern voice, never once raising it

•Thunder isn't a problem. With the kids around there's never a moment of rest.

•Playing a game that ends in Guita almost going into Kaiju mode cause she took it too seriously, or a movie night that gets derailed quick cause the kids decided that they needed to steal Lovely Assistaff from Zanka and use it to play fetch with you (this happened when Enjin pulled Bro away for a *quick second*. Zanka about had a stroke when he saw his Lovely being used as a toy, covered in light teeth marks and puppy slobber. Sorry Bro)

•Typically after those things happen, Bro just sends them to go spend time with the other young Cleaners. Gives him time to steal his puppy away and give them lovins.

•Bro is a big man who gives big warms hugs. Take you to the bedroom and cuddle up with you in bed. Bro never felt comfortable having you sleep in a cage or dog bed, he lets you sleep in bed with him cause he hella spoils you. His warm embrace and comforting, it just lulls you to sleep quickly. Bro knows this, that's why every thunder storm ends up in a little cuddle nap time. He always loves to be able to cuddle with his puppy and keep them safe

No matter who owns you, they all want to keep you safe. You're their puppy, and they wanted to be a good owner and protect you from the scary noises. ♡

[love-from-venus]

you know the whole thing about getting railed by a guy in a ghostface mask? I feel like that about enjin's full face

like I'm sure it'd be a little annoying for him in practice but once he sees how into the concept you are, he's DOWN, bonus points if you throw in a little role play. he's a helpful cleaner that saved you from a no mans land and now you're repaying him or something.

he's praising you the whole time, but in this cocky, condescending way. he acts so smug, reiterating how strong he is and how fragile you are, how you just needed him to come save you. his voice is a little distorted and you can't see his expressions but you just know he's holding back the prettiest whine right now, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he sinks into you over and over again.

I believe in the clingy enjin agenda, so he absolutely gets quickly sick of being unable to kiss you. he's quietly cursing as he gets close, eyeing up your neck, then your lips, then the rest of your sweaty face and... fuck you look so good under him.

now he has the ultimate dilemma, get to kiss all over his lover, or watch your eyes light up when you see him in his mask

[lunatic-pudge]

Dad Enjin who's sitting around with you and little three year old you two made together and eating cupcakes.

Enjin, being the fat ass he is, eats his cupcake in practically two whole bites. While he's munching on his remaining cupcake, he turns to Baby, holds his hands out, and asks "Where'd it go?"

Cue Baby laughing and pointing at you saying how you took it.

Which leads to Enjin being "horrified" that you stole his cupcake.

Now, Enjin and Baby are interrogating you for your crime as you try to plead your case.

How dare you steal that poor 28 year old man's cupcake? He's gonna starve now and it will be all your fault.

But wait...

Baby finishes their cupcake and asks, "Where'd it go?" Pink icing all around their mouth and hands.

Cue staring at Enjin.

Wooow. He really stole a cupcake from a three year old? That's so rude.

And now everyone is bullying Enjin for "stealing" his child's cupcake.

[love-from-venus]

Enjins girlfriend who Amo has grown utterly attached to

You're just so sweet and compassionate, so kind to Amo, so why on earth are you with... him? Amo gets so mad when she sees Enjin touching you at all, a hand on your shoulder gets her absolutely fuming. That mean, smelly man is taking away time that could be spent with her favorite person! God forbid she sees you two kiss, she's immediately hitting his arm and yelling about how he can't touch Amo's friend! It becomes a whole rivalry, and Enjin's immaturity gets the best of him, because why is that little freak trying to steal away his girl!

There are however moments, where Enjin sees you two, and it's almost... cute to him. You're helping Amo with her hair or fixing her dress, and his heart just melts. You act so maternal towards her, so gentle, so soft. For a second, he can picture some reality where she's your daughter and the three of you are a real family. And then Amo yells at him to get out.

[shiggypinkyfinger]

Their s/o Having hip dips

Gosh why are people hating on hip dips now? It's literally part of the body like hello it's a perfect space to grab on to? And why is it women hate only males have them to gosh fahhhhh

And can someone please make more gifs of Follo Or fu

Pairings; Follo, August, Corvus, Bundus, Fu, Tamsy, Enjin, Jabber

Warnings;Tamsy;suggestive

Follo notices the little things about you. Not because he's looking for flaws, but because he genuinely adores every part of you. To him, your hip dips aren't something to hide they're just another thing that makes you... you.

The first time he noticed them was completely by accident.

The two of you were cuddling on the couch

His hand rested comfortably on your waist.

Then, without thinking, it slid down to your hips.

He paused.

"...Oh."

You looked up at him.

"What?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing."

But in his head?

Hip dips......Yes.

Ever since then, he's developed a strange little habit.

Whenever the two of you are lying together, somehow his head always ends up resting against your hip.

Specifically... right over your hip dips.

You never questioned it at first.

Until one day.

"...Why do you always lay there?"

Follo blinked.

"Hm?"

"Out of everywhere, you always put your head on my hips."

He thought about it for a second.

"...It's comfortable."

"That's your reason?"

"...Yeah."

You laughed.

"You've been doing this for months."

"I know."

"And you never told me why?"

"I didn't think I needed to."

To him, it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your hip dips just happened to be his favorite place to rest.

And honestly...

You couldn't really complain.

He looked way too content laying there.. Though you always needed to lay on your side..

Bundus is a lot more subtle than most people. He doesn't point out little things about your body or make a big deal out of them. He just naturally grows attached to the parts of you that he interacts with every day

Bundus never actually mentions your hip dips.

He doesn't even bring them up.

It's just...his hand somehow always ends up there.

Whether he's guiding you through a crowded street, helping you step over something, or simply walking beside you...

His hand naturally settles on your hip. Right where your hip dips are.

It's become such a habit that neither of you really notices anymore.

Until you point it out.

"You know your hand is always there, right?"

Bundus blinks.

"...Is it?"

You glance down.Sure enough...His hand is resting on your hip again.

"...Huh."

He doesn't move it.

Instead, he gives your hip a gentle squeeze before continuing to walk.

"I guess it is."

There's no deeper reason.

It's just where his hand fits the most comfortably.

And after a while...

It starts feeling just as natural to you as it does to him.

August is... kind of an airhead. He doesn't really overthink things. If he likes something, he just does it without realizing he's made it a habit.

August has this weird habit of walking behind you.

You asked him about it once.

"Why are you always behind me?"

"So I can watch you."

"What?"

"So I can make sure you don't trip."

You narrowed your eyes.

"...That's not the real reason."

He grinned.

"Okay, maybe I like watching your hips sway a little."

"August!"

"What? They're nice!"

You lightly shoved him, making him laugh.

The funny thing is, whenever he walks next to you, he somehow ends up speed walking three feet ahead without realizing it

"August."

"Hm?"

"You left me behind again."

He turned around.

"Oh... my bad."

Five minutes later...

He did it again

So eventually, he just started walking behind you instead.

Now, whenever the two of you are walking somewhere, he'll casually rest both of his hands on your hips.

Right where your hip dips are.

"August..."

"What?"

"You're doing it again."

"I know!"

"You're making us look like a conga line."

He gasped dramatically.

"NO."

He gave your hips a tiny squeeze.

"A hip dip train."

You groaned.

"That was awful."

"I thought it was pretty good!"

You couldn't help laughing anyway.

It was dumb. It made absolutely no sense. But somehow...It was the most August thing he could've said.

Tamsy genuinely likes your hip dips. He doesn't see them as strange or unattractive.

The problem isn't that he dislikes them.

The problem is that if he finds out you dislike them...

He'll use that insecurity against you.

Tamsy notices your hip dips pretty early on.

He doesn't really react.

To him, they're just another part of you.

He likes them, simple as that. Then one day...

You make an offhand comment.

"I wish I didn't have hip dips."

He goes quiet.

Not because he agrees.

Because he realizes you've just handed him something.

Something he can use.

From then on, whenever the two of you argue...

"You know... no one would appreciate them the way I do."

You frown.

“What?”

He smiles.

"If you ever left me, who else would love them?"

The words stick in your head.

And that's exactly what he wanted.

Another time, he'll casually rest his hand on your hip.

"You're lucky I like these."

You pull away.

"What does that mean?"

He just shrugs.

"Nothing."

But you both know it wasn't nothing.

That's how Tamsy works.

He doesn't attack your insecurities because he believes them.

He attacks them because he knows you believe them.

The truth is...He genuinely likes your hip dips.

He thinks they're beautiful.

But instead of reassuring you...

He twists that affection into control.

Making you wonder if maybe he's the only person who could ever love that part of you.

And in his mind...That's exactly how he keeps you close.

Enjin loves you first. Your body is just another part of the person he fell in love with. Sure, everyone has things they naturally find attractive, but to him, none of that matters more than having you by his side.

Enjin loves your hip dips.

He really does.

The first time he noticed them, he just smiled to himself.

They fit you.

They were yours.

And that was enough for him.

Now...

Would he normally find fuller hips very attractive?

Sure.

He won't deny that.

But the funny thing is...

The moment he fell in love with you, his preferences kind of stopped mattering.

He's just happy to have you.

He'd never compare you to anyone else or wish you looked different

Not even for a second.

Though...

There is one thing.

He absolutely loves when you wear tighter pants or low rise jeans.

Not because he wants you to change.

But because your hip dips are a little more noticeable.

You'll catch him looking for just a second too long.

"What?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring."

"…Maybe."

He smiles sheepishly.

"You look really nice today."

That's about as far as he'll go.

He isn't trying to make you self conscious.

He just genuinely thinks you look beautiful.

And every time he catches a glimpse of your hip dips, he quietly reminds himself just how lucky he is that someone like you chose him.

Corvus fell in love with you, not an idea of what you "should" look like. To him, there is no such thing as a perfect body. There are just people... and you're his favorite one.

Corvus does naturally find fuller hips and a fuller bust attractive.

He won't deny that.

But he also doesn't really care.

Because he didn't fall in love with your body.

He fell in love with you.

The way you laugh.

The way you talk.

The way you make him feel.

That's what made him stay.

Bodies were never the deciding factor.

He'd never ask you to change or even hint that he wished you looked different.

Not once.

As far as he's concerned...

You're already perfect to him.

When he notices your hip dips, he doesn't compare them to anyone else's.

He just thinks they're cute.

Sometimes, when you're standing beside him, he'll rest his hand on your hip without even realizing it.

"...What?"

He blinks.

"Hm?"

"You're staring again."

"I know."

"...Why?"

He smiles softly.

"I just think they're cute on you."

That's it

No hidden meaning.

No backhanded compliment.

Just a quiet, honest admission from someone who loves every part of you because it's your body not because it fits some impossible ideal.

Jabber doesn't just like your hip dips.

He is fascinated by them.

Half the time, you have no idea what's going through his head.

Jabber noticed your hip dips almost immediately.

His reaction?

"...Cool."

You thought that was the end of it.

It wasn't.

One day he somehow got his hands on a tiny finger skateboard.

You never found out where he got it.

Or why.

The next thing you knew...

He was trying to do tricks with it on your hips.

"Jabber."

"What?"

"Why are you skateboarding on me?"

"Because it's fun."

He acted like that was a perfectly normal answer.

Sometimes he'd roll the little skateboard along your hip dips and curves, trying to land tiny tricks.

He looked way too focused while doing it.

You, on the other hand...

Couldn't stop thinking.

"...Are my hip dips really that noticeable?"

He blinked.

"Huh?"

"That you can do skateboard tricks on them?"

He looked genuinely confused.

"Yeah?"

You sighed.

"I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel better or worse."

He tilted his head.

"Why would it be bad?"

To him, it was simple.

He thought your hip dips were awesome.

So naturally...

They were the coolest place to use his tiny skateboard

It never even crossed his mind that you might feel self conscious about them.

He just thought they were another thing to love about you.

Fu never really understood why people made such a big deal out of body types. To him, hips were... just hips.

Fu honestly didn't know what hip dips were.

The first time you mentioned them, he just tilted his head.

"...Aren't they normal?"

You tried explaining that some people have them and some people don't.

He blinked.

"...Um... Okay?"

To him, it didn't matter.

Hip dips.

Fuller hips.

Smaller hips.

They were all just... hips.

He never compared you to anyone else because it never crossed his mind to do so.

As far as Fu was concerned...

You were beautiful.

Hii, on the other hand...

He noticed them immediately.

And became obsessed.

Hii loves your hip dips.

Sometimes, when you're distracted...

He'll suddenly lean over and—

Chomp.

Right on your hip

"...HII!"

He refuses to let go. And it doesn't matter if you have pants on either

"Hii!"

"...Mm."

"Hii, let go."

He just shakes his head.

"...What do you want?"

He grins.

"Attention."

"...That's it?"

"Yep."

A head pat.

A hug.

A kiss on the forehead.

It honestly doesn't matter.

He just wants you to acknowledge him.

The second you give him what he wants...

He lets go like nothing ever happened.

"...You're weird."

"Shut ut."

When he comes out again

He does it again.

At this point, you've accepted that random "hip bites" are just part of dating Hii.

It's his strange little way of saying,

"Hey... pay attention to me."

[h34rt-worms]

got milk?

you lactate for no reason (don't think about it too hard), and enjin is obsessed with your milk

tw: lactation, fem!reader, breast feeding, mommy kink, daddy kink, humping, open relationship, reader is married to gris, but gris does not mind sharing with enjin, brief mention of puke

a/n: this is inspired by this post by my benevolent overlord @lxnarphase. lunnie if you can hear me, i love you, please accept this offering. sorry if this is lowkey buns.

you’re laying on your back in the bed you and your husband share, upper body propped with a few pillows. enjin’s long, naked body is half-draped across you, tucked tightly into your side, his arms wrapped around your middle. his breath is warm where it fans over your bare breast, mouth hovering over your leaking nipple. gris lays beside the two of you. his large palm is running up and down enjin’s back, loosely tracing the dark patterns.

“you can eat now, baby. go ahead,” you murmur softly. you card one hand through enjin’s unstyled hair, brushing it back from his forehead, the other cupping his flushed cheek.

“fuck, thank you mommy,” his head drops and his lips close around the damp, puffy bud of your nipple, eyelids fluttering shut. your breath stutters. his mouth is so warm.

gris hums next to you, the hand on enjin’s back moving to rest on the nape of his neck. “such a good boy, aren’t you? mommy waited all day just to feed you, didn’t pump at all."

enjin groans around the fatty tissue and milk in his mouth, little white bubbles escaping the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin. he’s always been a messy eater. you can feel how hard he is against your thigh, so you push it against his cock to encourage him to grind on you. when he rocks forward again, the movement is slippery with pre.

though the stimulation from his rapid sucking feels incredible, you know he’s drinking too fast. you giggle breathlessly, “enjin, baby, slow down. i’m not going anywhere.”

gris lightly squeezes enjin’s nape in agreement. there’s a hint of amusement in his voice when he speaks, “you’re gonna make yourself sick, greedy boy. what if you throw up when daddy fucks your throat later? you don’t wanna make a mess, do you?”

enjin doesn’t seem to hear either of you, if he does he doesn’t acknowledge you. he’s too enraptured by the warmth sliding down his throat and the feeling of his two favorite people surrounding him completely. it had been over a week since he’d last been able do this, to let go and be taken care of.

“i asked you a question, enjin. answer me,” gris chastises, reaching down to pinch the muscled globe of enjin's ass, soothing the spot when enjin jerks his hips away and whines.

he releases his mouth with a wet pop, voice strained as he apologizes, “no sir, m’sorry.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, he goes right back to drinking, taking long, deep drags and swallowing audibly. he’s rutting faster against your thigh now, having never let up since he started. there's hardly any friction with how much he's leaking. knowing he's this worked up from drinking the milk you created has your thighs clenching together, your hand on his cheek sliding down your body to circle your clit. gris notices and lays his arm over enjin to palm at your still engorged unoccupied breast, pinching and tugging at the dark nipple to provide you more stimulation. milk beads over his fingers, running down his wrist in pearly rivulets.

enjin pulls off, hips stuttering. his chin is slick with spit and milk as he looks up at you. he already looks ruined from just a little breastfeeding. "can-hah-can i cum? please? i've been so good, i promise i'll be so good just-fuck, oh fuck please!"

you look to gris and he nods. you turn your head back to enjin with a soft smile on your lips and stroke his hair, "yes, baby. you can cum."

he keens, high and whiny, and smushes his mouth back on your tit. he's sucking again, but it's so sloppy you doubt he's even getting any in his mouth. his hips jerk once, twice, before he's moaning long and loud. his spend smears across your hot skin.

"thank you thank you tha-"

"hush, sweet boy, it's okay. you did so good, we're so proud of you," you murmur. "i think it's your turn to take care of daddy now. i bet he would love to fuck that cute little hole, hm?"

[lxnarphase]

I’m so fucking hard right now

[lunatic-pudge]

Puppyboy follo with a mommy and lactation kink but he's too embarrassed so you gotta force it outta him then reward him for even being brave enough to tell you (It was forced, But still) 🤤🤤🤤

-🦴

Save me, puppyboy Follo, save me.

I wish I could draw better and wasn't scared to make fanart cause I'd be pumping out puppy Follo art like CRAZY. And in my tag when you sent the one ask, I said if anyone draws puppy Follo to show me immediately. Well, my one goated moot ended up looking through my Follo tag or something and liked/reblogged a puppyboy Follo fanart I REBLOGGED BEFORE I REALIZED HOW IMPORTANT PUPPY FOLLO WAS!

♡ So thank you, Moot, for doing that. Almost ascended when I saw that. Can't believe how foolish I am to forget such things. ♡

But I'm gonna slide one little kink into this as well. I hope you don't mind. Thinking about what to write for this, it felt kinda right to add it. It's not a major part of this, but it just there. Also making this more canine-hybrid rather than just simple petplay. Feels more right to me.

Fem reader for this!

♡

Follo was the cutest puppy on the Ground. The most adorable little folded ears that rested on top of his head. A fluffy tail protruding from his lower back that aways seemed to wag when you just looked his way. The way his eyes seemed to grow bigger when he'd silently begged you for some attention. Truly, there is no other puppy who could compete with Follo.

You were quick to take Follo in. It started as a simple owner/puppy dynamic. You were someone to take care of him and keep him in check. But it was rather quick to become something more. You couldn't help it! Follo was so quick to fall in love with you. Being his owner wasn't enough for him. He needed more.

It didn't take long for him to become your cute little puppy boyfriend. His way of trying to "court" you was too adorable to not fall in love with. He became more affectionate, trying to share his food with you, giving you his toys cause he felt that since he loved his puppy toys so much then surely you would too! He was also very adamant about you wearing his clothes. His clothes were big and baggy so they fit you rather well. It was also Follo's way of telling everyone that he claimed you. No one could have you unless they went through the puppy. Him and Alan were ready to fight for you.

When things became intimate, the poor puppy was so shy, so inexperienced. You were his first time, and he decided that no one else would suffice. He didn't want anyone else. Only you. You were always so gentle with him. Always going at his pace. You were just so kind and patient. But your kind and loving nature made him crave something. There was something he wanted but he'd die if he ever had to say it.

He wanted you to be a Mommy to him.

It was so embarrassing for him. Everytime things got heated between you two, he had to actively fight the urge to call you Mommy. There's no way he could look you in the eyes if that happened. What if you made fun of him? What if you became disgusted with him and left? What if you told everyone and now all of HQ is making fun of him? He wouldn't want people to view him as lesser cause he had a Mommy kink.

But that's just one part of his desires.

He also had a love for lactation. Seeing milk start to bead out from a woman's nipples, spilling down her chest, and the taste had to be so divine! If you ever started to lactate, Follo would be insatiable!

So imagine how he was when you started lactating out of no where.

It drove Follo mad. He tried to be respectful, he really did! But he couldn't help staring at your chest, especially when your milk would leak through your shirt. The way you fussed about it. How you would complain about how sensitive and sore your chest was from having so much milk inside them.

You noticed though. You always notice. Follo was never good at hiding anything, especially anything sexual. It was so adorable seeing him try to act like seeing you lactate didn't turn him on. You saw how he was adjusting himself over his pants, trying to hide his slowly growing hard on. His little whimpers when you'd complain about needing some form of relief from having all this milk leaking out of you. He wanted to help so bad, but he was being so shy about asking.

So you confront him about it one night.

It was getting late. You told Follo to get ready for bed, he happily obliged, but was so horribly unaware for what was about to happen. He was so happy too. You had spent the whole day being extra caring to him. Extra spoiling. He had figured he must've done something good to be rewarded like this. Oh, how it was about to change.

Follo came out of the bathroom dressed in his sleep clothes: a simple t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. His ears relaxed and tail slowly wagging as he thought about the cuddles he was gonna get once in bed with you. He hoped to be able to cuddle his face against your chest. Your breasts were so much more softer now since you started lactating. They made for such wonderful pillows.

Crawling in bed, he waited patiently for you. You slipped into the bathroom when he came out, holding clothes in your hands that he assumed were a new set of pajamas. While it was true that it was new clothes, it was actually a cute lacey chemise set. It hugged your breasts perfectly. The lacey panties were revealing, leaving little to the imagination. You knew once you stepped out of the bathroom, Follo would immediately become such a needy puppy. He'd listen to your every word. It would help make it easier to get him to admit to what he wants.

Once you were freshened up and had your chemise on, it was game time. Turing off the bathroom light, you stepped out of the bathroom, looking at your little puppy to see his reaction.

When Follo looked at you he froze. He wasn't expecting this. He could already feel his cock starting to get hard. It had been a bit since you two were able to have some fun. Life had just been so busy recently due to work. And now here his beloved girlfriend was, standing in the bathroom doorway and looking at him with such caring eyes. He could feel the urge to call you Mommy start to rise. It sat right there at the back of his throat. Clearing his throat, he spoke.

"You look really beautiful in that."

A soft smile graces your face, immediately melting his puppy heart, "Well thank you, Follo."

You walk over, footsteps light and delicate. Getting into bed, you straddle the puppy which causes his face to flush red and eyes widen.

"Wa-wait! What are you doing?"

"Talk to me, Follo. You're hiding something."

That immediately makes him tense. Hiding? He wasn't hiding anything! Definitely not hiding anything. "I'm not hiding anything? I would never hide anything from you."

Clicking your tongue, you bring your face closer to his, making him blush worse. "Now, now, don't be a bad puppy. You're hiding something. I know you want something, honey. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. You know you have nothing to worry about, my love."

He wanted to say it. He wanted to get everything off his chest, but he was so scared. So embarrassed. To admit he wanted to call you Mommy and drink your milk? This isn't something a normal puppy would do! He couldn't do it. He wished he could just disappear now.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. If he kept looking at you, he'd crack. "N-no. It's okay. Can we... Can we just please go to sleep now? I promise I'm not hiding anything. I just think we're both exhausted from the week we had and need to rest." He's desperate to make this end. But you were never one to back down, something he always loved about you, til now since your using it on him.

"Follo, look at me please." A soft command, one he couldn't ignore. Looking up at you with soft eyes, small tears starting to form cause of how embarrassed and scared he was to confess. You hold his face in your hands and stroke his soft cheeks, trying to show him there was nothing to worry about. "I love you, Follo. You know you can tell me anything. I can see there's something you want. You don't have to be scared and hide it. I won't ever judge you. You're my beautiful puppy and I will never leave you, okay? Now, please just tell me what you want? I wanna make you happy."

Follo finally cracks, there's no turning back now. Tears well up more as he confesses, "I... It would mean a lot to me if I could... call you Mommy... And maybe I could help you out with your lactating problem and drink you milk?" He's clining onto the blankets desperately. He's finally confessed what was building up for so long. It felt good to get it out, but he was still so embarrassed to say that.

You smiled warmly at him and place a soft kiss to his shaky lips, poor puppy was so close to crying from embarrassment. "That's all? My baby, of course you can do all that! If it makes you happy, it makes me happy!"

The relief Follo felt was heavenly. The weight on his shoulders finally lifted. He was so worried for nothing! Why was he even scared in the first place? You always were such a kind and understanding person. It was one of the many reasons Follo fell in love with you.

He wraps his arms around your body and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent to help gst rid of the lingering anxiety. "Thank you. I was just so scared that telling you this would make you leave. I don't wanna lose you. I love you."

Returning his hug, you hold him so delicately, "I love you too, my puppy now..." You smirk, tone changing. "How about you come take care of Mommy."

Hearing you call yourself Mommy instantly makes Follo hard. The blood in his body rushing down to his puppy parts. He whimpers, feeling so needy. He needs his Mommy to help him.

"Please, M-Mommy." It feels so weird to finally say it. To finally say the title he's always wanted to call you. It's so strange, so embarrassing, so... perfect.

A small laugh escapes you. Everytime you think Follo couldn't get more cute, he proves you wrong. Getting off his lap, you sit down beside him. Taking one of the straps of your chemise, you slide it down your shoulder. It makes the top of your chemise, the side where the strap is being lowered, droop, revealing just a smidge more skin. Letting go of the strap, you grab the top of your chemise and pull it down to reveal one of your milk swollen breasts. It makes your puppy's mouth water. He wants to touch it. To feel the weight of your breasts and the softness. He wants to taste the goodness hidden within them. But he waits. He wants to hear you tell him that he can touch, that he can drink. He wants to be a good puppy for you. Bad puppies get punished and he wasn't trying to be deprived of the one thing he's wanted for so long.

Wrapping am arm around his shoulder, you pull Follo closer. Your hand goes from his shoulder to his head and guide his face towards your breast. "Here you go, baby. Take all that you want from Mommy."

That's all Follo needed to hear. He latches on right away. Swiping his tongue over your nipple real quick before he starts to suck. It doesn't take long before the creamy liquid fills his mouth and overwhelms his senses. It's tastes even better than what he expected. He's already addicted. His body is laying against you, legs straddling your one. He can feel his hard cock pressed aginst your plush thigh. It feels good, but he wants more. He grinds against your thigh slightly. He shudders as the pleasure from it spreads throughout him. Maybe if he asks nicely, Mommy will give him more.

He detaches from your leaking nipple and looks up with you with big begging puppy eyes. "Mommy, may I please have more? My puppy parts are starting to hurt. I need more. Please?"

Now how could you deny him after he was such a good boy?

"Of course, my pretty little puppy. Mommy is gonna take very good care of you. Just go back to drinking. You have to be so thirsty right now. It would be so mean of me to not take care of you after you were such a good boy for me."

Follo whimpers and says a little, "Thank you Mommy. I love you Mommy." before he goes back to drinking your milk. He closes his eyes as he feels you hand travel down his body. Soft caresses that start to make his tail wag slowly. You lift the bottom of his shirt up slightly and pull his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his puppy parts. You take a hold of it, feeling how hot and hard he is. His tip is leaking out so much pre, spreading it down his shaft helps make stroking him easier.

Follo moans aginst your breast at the feeling. You always knew just how to touch his puppy parts right. Your hand gentle yet firm enough. The perfect amount of pressure and the perfect speed of your hand rubbing him up and down. His tail starts to wag faster. He feels so good right now. This is exactly what he wanted. Mommy was taking such good care of him.

Maybe too well.

He can already feel his orgasm approaching. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to finish so soon, but he just felt so good.

He started to suck on your nipple harder and faster. Arms wrapped around your body so he can be as close to his Mommy as he can. His puppy mouth keeps filling up with milk. Oh how he could stay like this forever. Drinking Mommy's milk while she plays with his puppy parts.

Your hand speeds up. His moans start to get a little louder but muffled by your swollen breast. He can feel his balls draw up and get ready to expel cum from his cock. He wants to say something. He should say something. But he doesn't want to pull away from your breast for even a second.

Follo was in heaven and so were you. You could feel how wet you got from this. Feel how your cute lacey panties stuck to your pussy. You knew once your puppy came and had a tummy full of milk, he'll gladly help you out. He was always so eager to please you. His precious Mommy. He loves you so much and you love him just as much. Feeling him sucking on your breast and helping relieve the ache the milk inside you caused, it made you let out soft huffs and moans. Your beautiful puppy always made you feel so damn good.

"Oh goodness, such a good puppy. Does Mommy taste good? I must. I can feel how greedy your little puppy mouth is being right now. But that's okay. Mommy is so proud of you for telling her what you wanted. You can take all you want. If you keep being a good boy for Mommy, she'll keep letting you drink her milk. Does my little puppy wanna cum? Do you want Mommy to keep touching your puppy parts? Or would you like to put your puppy parts inside Mommy? I bet you would like to feel Mommy's pussy wrapped around you. It's been so long since your cute puppy parts were in Mommy."

Follo had to pull away after you said that. Mouth off your breast, gently pulling your hand off his pre slicked cock. He looks at you with desperate eyes. He needed more.

"Inside. I wanna be inside you, Mommy. Is that okay?"

You pull your panties off and throw them to the floor to be collected later. "Of course, sweetheart. With how much of a good puppy you're being, who would I be to deny you?"

You spread your legs out so Follo can get in between them. He admires your pussy, fingers dipping down to feel the wetness that's leaking out if you. He brings his fingers to his mouth to for a quick taste. Your slick tastes just as good as your milk. He doesn't know which is better.

He aligns his cock to your entrance and slowly sinks in. Warm, wet, and tight walls welcome his puppy parts in. It feels too good, there's no way Follo is gonna be able to last long.

He tries to start off slow and gentle, ge really did, but you just felt too good and he was already so close to cumming he couldn't help himself. Laying his head on your chest, puppy ears flattened down against his head, tail wagging aggressively, he thrusts in you so fast and rough. Moans, whimpers, and words of praise and encouragement fill the room. The wet sounds of his hips meeting yours so sinful but adding to the pleasure. You snaked a hand down to your clit and rub quick tight circles around it. You wanted to cum with your pretty little puppy.

"Mommy. M-Mommy! Need to fill you. Need to breed my Mommy. N-Need to make my Mommy feel so good. I'm gonna cum, Mommy. May I please cum? Need to breed you, Mommy. Fill you up with my pups."

"Go on, my love. Cum for Mommy. Fill her up with everything you got. Such a good boy for Mommy."

With your permission, Follo cums and buries his head into your chest. Whimpering as his cock shoots out hot white ropes of cum deep into your pussy. It makes you cum as well. Walls pulsating around him, adding to his pleasure. He's grinding against you, riding out his orgasm and overstimulating himself. Tears fall from his eyes cause of how good he feels.

He finally stops grinding against you when the overstimulation becomes too much. He stays inside you as he kisses all over the tops of your breasts. Nuzzles, kisses, and little puppy locks here and there. Between each kiss, he murmurs out a thank you.

"Thank you, Mommy." *kiss* "Thank you so much." *kiss* "I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." *kiss*

With a content and small laugh, you grab Follo's face, stopping his loving assault on your breasts, and pull him in for a deep kiss. His wagging tail starts to slow down as he feels exhaustion creep up on him. He wants to keep going, but he knows that once you sense how tired he is, you'll stop everything and have him go to sleep. Follo knows to not go against your demands.

You pull away from the kiss, Follo tries to follow your lips, but you place a hand over his mouth. "My beautiful little puppy boy. That was wonderful. You really are such a good puppy. I love you so very much. Now lets get you cleaned up and go to bed. If you keep being a good puppy for Mommy, she'll let you keep drinking her milk."

Follo perks up hearing you say that. He can be a good puppy. He can be more than that! Anything for his beautiful Mommy.

After getting cleaned up, and discarding all the clothes you both had on, you and Follo lay down together in bed. Blankets lay over top you two as you hold your puppy close. He's latched on to your other breast now. It wouldn't be fair to love on the one and not the other. Plus a little snack before going to sleep never hurt. You play with his hair as you both slowly fall asleep. This is just the start of more fun to come. Making your beautiful puppy boy Follo happy makes you happy. He can call you Mommy and drink your milk all he wants to as long as you get to shower him with your love and affection. ♡

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Oh my God did I get hella into this. This is my current Magnum Opus. I told you all I ain't playing about puppyboy Follo.

Will be posting this to AO3 as a stand alone fic since I made it longer than expected. Genuinely wasn't planning to make it the way I did, but you know what? I'm glad it turned out this way. This was fun to write, even if I had to take breaks cause I was getting too into it. Got another ask to write and I will rest for the night. In the morning, I'm gonna work on my Enjin birthday fic. I hope it turns out as good as I think this one did.

Also, this is my first time really sitting down to write a full fic AND it's my first time writing a smut fic. So please tell me if I did good and let me know what to work on so I can make better fics in the future. I have zero confidence in my writing abilities. Like, if I don't post this now, I will immediately scrap it and post something else. I didn't proof read this either cause I wanted to get this out there before I start to doubt myself. So please tell me if this is good or not. Thank you for reading this! :')

[cherryfollo]

just finished making my custom follo lps !

shit took WAYY too long to make only for the paint to STILL be patchy in some places😭 whatever it’s cute enough i love him

[knightmedicsblog]

Imagine you — a new supporter — made a mistake on this mission, now you're separeted from the supporter's group when the givers are still fighting. You encounter one of the trash beasts a little far away from you, throwing some metals and broken objects at the givers and supporters.

You didn't have time for try to prove your worth on this team before the beast see you and one of your teammates scream something — you're on the floor with a crushing pain on your chest after a piece of metal hit you. You gasp for air, trying to move your arms and turn to the side, shaking, too weak. The dust around, the pain, almost losing conscience is panicking.

The moment you ask hopeless to yourself if that's how you're gonna die, Follo rush to you, wrapping his arms around your body and protecting with his own. He tries to hide how scared he is right now too — him not being enough to save you in time, his heart sank with realization that this world is for the strong ones, both of you are just living in it — he's just living in it, you're just wounded because he failed on his duty as a supporter to help.

Follo, blind just as you with all this dust in the air hearing the angry beast running for you both, hugs you tight and low his head too, both curled up on the floor as he tries to protect you, waiting for the worst for him.

A loud crack sound from a giver's jinki hitting the trash beast before it could reach you both. A worried and firm touch on Follo's shoulder call his attention, the boy immediatelly looks up with watering eyes at Gris — who kneel down to take a look on you and patch you up now. Gris respectfully, softly lay a hand on your chest to feel how bad it is — while trying to reassure Follo right at your side looking up at Gris with grateful eyes and at the same time a little embaressed — Gris's eyes wide slightly, calling for Tomme and picking you up when he see you're unresponsive.

[madinyyaa]

[slut4tunito]

now i would not call myself a kpop stan by any means, but god knows i can get DOWN to some red velvet!!! they just came out with a new summer album and my favorite is definitely surfin' boy and it is definitely because i can not stop thinking about surfer boy!follo SO JUST WALK WITH ME and forgive me for my lack of surfer knowledge (yes i'll do a full smut fic, yes i'll publish everything sittin in my drafts this month, thank you hotties for being patient <3)

surfer boy!follo who learned how to surf from of course gris and enjin, both safely and unsafely respectfully.

surfer boy!follo who is still learning but actually does really well on the waves! he knows not to drop in on other's waves and is very polite when mishaps occur!

surfer boy!follo who of course has the classic shark tooth necklace and maybe even a tattoo (he was talked into it by his older folks ofccc)

surfer boy!follo who definetly has little competitions with his surfer companion zanka and can't help but envy the guy a little for makin handling the waves look flawless (but he knows he'll get there too!!!)

surfer boy!follo who often gets flirted with with man and women but turns everyone down. yes he gets flustered but he's a true romance kinda guy!! he likes to get to know someone! (and because of this, poor thing is often turned down :(( )

NOW you are not a surfer, but you do love going to the beach!! you decide to book a solo staycation at a nice little airbnb near your neck of the woods--not totally off the grid but just enough to get away from it all.

so when you decide to get a nice little tan on the nice little beach and meet a nice cute guy who happens to surf, let's just say you talk your way into getting to know him LIIIIKKEEEEE

you guys get to know each other and one thing leads to another you guys go on a cute a little date that ends in some steamy makeout in your airbnb OKAAAYYYYY

"i didn't take you as the type to be inexpiereced follo~" you purr as you slowly tug down his orange swim trunks

"wa-wait!! well! i-i'm no inexpierenced per say!! i-i-i-ii just um oh my god your mouth feels so good fuuuckk" his jittery hands fly to your head when your tongue makes contact with his cute, leaky pink tip

"ohoho, and you cuss? gods how much cuter can you get babyy?" you tease before taking him in whole.

"c'mon don't do thaaa-aaahh fuuck 'm gunna cum...fuck fuck please wait babe hold on--" he starts whining and huffing n puffing from practically nothing!! god was a virign loser!!!

that's the yummiest part about it all though :3

mmh that and how his necklace that bounces on his chest when he fucks you in missionary and he cries (shoutout jaybird) the first time his dick is in your tight cunny sluurppp

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