asking zodyl to try on a ghostface mask ā because you canāt help but ask your colleague to indulge in your fantasies.
asking enjin if youāre his type ā youāre feeling insecure and canāt help but bite the bullet.
you want tamsy to be more rough with you ā so he decides to entertain your request with the help of tokushin.
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closed to finish current requests! however, rules can be found here.
current wips ĖĀ°
yandere!tamsy ā tamsy would do anything for you.
sub!gris x femdom!reader ā gris is the nicest guy youāve ever met, and your thoughts are incongruent with the smile that typically rests on his face.
fem!reader facesitting with follo tunito ā youāre scared of hurting your boyfriend, but heās getting really tired of waiting.
shin asakura fluff ā your boyfriend hasnāt learned how to tie his own tieā¦ not that youāre complaining.
cw 18+/mdni; mentions of knife play, masked serial killers, and intercourse
inspired by @katsukikittenās āan offer you simply cannot refuseā. thank you for the beautiful (and hot) work <3
āZodyl, please just try it on.ā
Whining, you hold up the Ghostface mask to your colleagueās deadpan face. And while a large handful of people would say that the man is impossible to understand, the past year has only proven one thing to be true: the grapevine is actually quite an invasive species.
As it turns out, itās really not that hard to comprehend someone who is this straightforward. Zodyl is truly not the enigma heās made out to be.
A subtle glance; a tiny shift. The gears in your head are no longer subject to corrosion, for oxidation is no longer an issue whenever you try to decipher each of his looks. In fact, itās actually easy to figure out what heās thinking about. There isnāt much room for guessing when it comes to Zodyl, and you really do like that about him. Heās honest; forthcoming, so the change of pace has been peaceful. In all honesty, his presence is well needed within your life. Itās clear that youāre used to psychological warfare, and the breeze has only been increasingly welcomed, even encouraged as time goes on. However, youāre not too keen on disclosing that kind of information with him. While youāre confident that you donāt make Zodyl uncomfortable, youād really hate to start giving way to stray bullets at this point in time. Maybe some things are just better left unsaid.
Conversely, Zodyl decides to break the silence.
āYou really like serial killers.ā
Short and sweet. Snorting, you try to swat away his words, and youāre hoping that the movement manages to cover up the warmth thatās now dusting your cheeks. His attentiveness always does something blasphemous to your chest, but you love the feeling. Taking a seat in a confessional booth is a different story though.
āI wouldnāt say that I love serial killersāā
āFictional serial killers. You enjoy them.ā
Turning to face you, he peers down; continues to remain placid. āYou seem to have a thing for them.ā
āOkayā¦ stalker.ā
He does his version of a smile. āYou want me to put on a Ghostface mask. Stalking cannot be where you draw the line.ā
Cackling, you earn yourself a curious look from a customer thatās across the store. During this time of year, itās usually quiet at the costume shop you both work at, so you can afford to be judged. Zodyl ends up slowly reaching for the product; rotating it around in his hands after you hand it over.
āWhat do you like about masked killers?ā He pauses. āDoes the knife do something for you too?ā
You freeze. Blood immediately rushes to your face.
āWow. You haveā¦ no shame, huh.ā
āI just want to know what you like.ā
And that hammers the final nail into your coffin. Heās too good at this: good at assessing; good at prodding without overstepping. You fail to meet his eyes, instead opting for the counter as the client from before exits without buying anything.
āThenā¦ yes. I guess the knife does something for me too.ā
The room goes silent after that. The storeās playlist is mutedly emanating from the overhead speakers, and the lights are soundlessly buzzing as you grapple with the embarrassment that has just iced your veins. But the moment shortly passes. Zodyl begins to speak once again.
āI wouldnāt mind holding it for you.ā
You look over. Heās already focused on you.
Blinking, the air suddenly becomes incredibly charged.
āZodyl. You canāt just say shit like that.ā
āI know.ā His eyes never leave yours. āI can do it.ā
The realisation is slow, but it eventually hits you hard.
Groaning, you cover your face; drag your fingers down your skin.
āUgh. Fuck you.ā
You can almost hear him laugh. āWe can do something about that too.ā
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authorās note lol I played a jeff the killer visual novel last night and was reminded of how much I like this kindaaaaa stuffffffffffff yummmm Zodyl is actually my fav in gachiakuta overall LOLLLL
a newfound stillness; the crumpling of sheets. as enjin raises a brow, you tilt your head upwards; look up at him as the inquiry rests idly in the air. whatever comfort you previously had has now dissolved, for the moment is now centered around a new guest in the room.
insecurity.
āwellā¦ youāre hot. obviously smart too.ā
enjin smirks as he brushes your hair back; lets out something close to a snort. ādoes it really matter?ā
āit does,ā you quickly snap back, unsatisfied with his answer. but even as you try to move away from his chest, enjin manages to manoeuvre your change of plans; redirect the scene without any fanfare.
pulling you into his arms, he buries his face into your neck. the stutter is immediate.
his breaths; his grip. your heart betrays you as he holds you close; bridges the gap between you and your remaining walls. ultimately, he knows you better than anyone, and a part of this knowing comes with navigation. itās the echo chambers you reside in; the narratives that guide your internal affairs. truth be told, you know that this is torture. you also know that pain feels a lot like relief. after all, your idea of safety only exists within a minefield, and extreme caution is not enjinās forte.
āi know what youāre doing.ā
you pause. and enjin inhales; buries himself further into you. however, before you can contest his claims, enjin begins to readjust. his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
ācome onā¦ i want you.ā your body freezes. ādonāt take that away from me, yeah?ā
pressing gentle kisses into your skin, enjin carries on with his assault. all of your defences are being rendered useless. the tightening of your chest is also leaving you broken in irreparable ways, but this kind of fragility feels different.
the two of you have finally given way to something new.
silence shortly follows this breakthrough, and after a while, enjin interrupts the quiet with an interjection of his own.
āfeeling better?ā the question is low; sincere. his hand continues to rub circles into the small of your back, and the love you feel is now being amplified by the warmth in your chest.
āa little.ā
his response is quick.
before you can even finish your train of thought, enjin immediately flips you onto your back, towering over you with a knowing grin. pressing more kisses into your neck, he encourages you to laugh; murmurs as a new emotion begins to make its way into the fore.
āwellā¦ i might have an idea thatāll make you feel really good.ā
a/n: missed this so much. happy to finally continue writing again ā” hope everyone is doing well, as iām actually super stressed at the moment :ā) iām aiming to bring about more unity in my own day to day life, so wish me luck. take care, and let me know how youāre doing if youāre up to it :ā)) <3
hi question are you thinking of continuing the folloxreader drabble that you did where they are both secretly freaks??
hi !!!
yes i amļ¼ļ¼¾Ī½ļ¼¾ļ¼i have a lot of wipās i need to finish but i def want to expand on that since thatās probs my fav thing everā¦ and i just miss follo generally speaking :ā)
i am also writing;
- flustered follo
- follo hungrilyyyyyy eating you out because youāre scared to sit on his face lmao
Blinking, the cleaner immediately pauses; looks up in order to give way to an axis tilt. And you immediately groan; become annoyed since you know him better than anyone. Obviously, the cluelessness thatās currently resting impassively on Tamsyās face can only mean one thing: prolonged torture is about to take place within the confines of his room.
Momentarily, you begin to wonder about your life choices, but itās not like the action will yield any fruit. By and large, youāre dating a sadist, so itās better not to think too deeply about this decisionā especially since you donāt want it to change.
Sinking further into the chair at his desk, you pout; elicit a chuckle from the man in question. And as you cross your arms, you discard all of your white flags, knowing that youāll probably regret it in due time.
āRough? In what way?ā Scoffing, you briefly swat at the air; busy your eyes with a random spot on the wall.
āYou know what way,ā you quietly murmur, feeling rather irritable. But before you can continue, your heart immediately stops; freezes as something taut begins to wrap around your ankle.
Itās unmistakable. Currently, a long piece of thread is dancing along the sensitive parts of your skin, and itās the same string that is attached to Tamsyās lifeline. Tokushin. Clearly, youāve been outmatched.
Not that you really mind.
Immediately, you swallow; start to feel heat pool up between your thighs. A soft whine almost breaks through, but youāre quick to contest its appearance; fast at forcing it back down.
āDo I?ā Tamsy murmurs. Right on cue, the fibers continue to work their way around your other leg, coalescing your want into nothing but pure need. Tamsy is also currently making his way over to you from across the room, meaning that the race has just begun.
āIā¦ I think you do.ā A wavering concession; a muted compromise. At this point, a whisper is all you can muster up, since the permafrost that exists between you and Tamsy always advances like clockwork. He pries, and you melt. You show teeth, and he bites; eclipses the disobedience; overshadows the dissent. Itās a game you like to play, but if thereās anything youāve learned over the past year, itās that Tamsy is a winner. He plans for the future; knows how to work with a shallow opening. And truth be told, you like that about him; enjoy being pushed just as much as you like pushing. With him, all steps forward are met with a step backwards. Eventually though, you run out of places to hide.
Frankly speaking, youāre counting on that.
A shiver passes through your spine, and now, his focus is peaked. Your legs begin to get pulled apart.
āItās always good to be sure though,ā Tamsy murmurs, thumbing over your cheek. Belatedly, his fingers ghost over your lips, and that gesture forms a crack, one that transmutes into a weak spot. Without even realising it, youāve inadvertently started to lean into his touch, and a knowing smile documents your lack of composure. āDonāt you think?ā
But right now, you canāt. Not while heās looking at you like this and touching you like that; showering you with an endless supply of attention. Itās too much. But simultaneously, itās not enough. So you inch closer; break away from the script as you acknowledge your instincts and try to grab hold his free hand. However, lack shortly crowds all of your senses.
Keening, you whimper; hear him kiss his teeth at the overindulgence. Scrutiny. His eyes narrow at the blatant lack of respect.
Suddenly, Tokushin begins to gather up your wrists, and they unexpectedly become bound. Now, theyāre tied behind your back.
Tracing along your inner thigh, Tamsy squeezes; digs crescents into the plushest parts of your flesh. This time, you heel, adhering to the unspoken command as you squirm under his grip.
āLooks like you donāt.ā Tamsy exhales, but placidity is far from the fore. Heās disheartened at best; disappointed at worst. āSo Iāll make it easy for youā¦ okay?ā
Closing the gap once more, he painstakingly takes his time; unhurriedly brushes his nose against yours. The pause is neverending, so your mind finally shatters, and you can feel him grin as the shards dissipate into the void.
āBeg for it. And maybe, just maybeā¦ Iāll give you what you want.ā
situationship!enjin who was just meant to be a one night stand but has since become a permanent fixture in your life. itās hard to explain this ārelationshipā to others, so youāve stopped trying to. and truth be told, itās probably easier this wayā¦ right?
situationship!enjin who refuses to put a label on things but gets incredibly possessive whenever someone else tries to hit on you. whether youāre at the bar or even just out with your friends, those inked hands will always find a way to you; always figure out how to wordlessly tell others to back off. whether itās the small of your back or the dip in your waist, without fail, his thumb will always feign innocence, rubbing circles into your skin like itās natural law. however, enjin will never acknowledge the jealousy that scores his skin; claws at his throat whenever someone else offers you a drink. you would knowā you tried to press him for answers once. all he did was tease you for āgetting worked up over nothingā.
situationship!enjin who canāt fall asleep without touching you. it isnāt just normal cuddling either. the man suffocates you; drowns you in a sea of limbs and death grips night after night, sunrise after sunset. ājust take off your shirt if itās too hot,ā he always grunts out, opposing your need for space. obviously, nothing is going to get in the way of his comfortā not even you.
situationship!enjin who loves dirty talk; loves calling you on his choker to randomly whisper filth into your ear while on the line. however, the problem here isnāt execution. the man is undeniably good at making heat pool up in your core; undeniably great at making you cross your legs and lower your head whenever a few seconds of unfiltered air time have passed. see, the issue here is that enjin is unbothered and once, there was a night when you told him it wasnāt a good time. he immediately responded with a suggestion to meet up and āhave a good timeā instead, which was then followed up with an incredibly awkward explanation about how your friend was just joking around to your grandparents. he had called you during a family dinner. and unfortunately, this incident wasnāt enough for him to retire the antics. he still calls you randomly during the day to see what youāre doingā¦ and of course asks why it isnāt him.
situationship!enjin who swears needy women are the worst; the total bane of his existence. ātheyāre just annoying to deal with,ā he once told you in passing, groaning while swatting at the air. nevermind the fact that heās been demanding head scratches for the past half hour, huffing and puffing every single time you pause for just a few seconds. the hypocrisy means very little to himā¦ shame? even less.
situationship!enjin who loves when youāre mad at him. heās got this smirk on his face whenever youāre trying to fight him, one that almost instantly makes you cave without fail. āiāll make it up to you,ā he always promises, his voice entirely low as red and black fingers gently tilt your chin up. his lips are a breath away from yours, so you know whatās next. itās something youāre definitely not opposed to; something that makes his moderately irritating existence entirely worthwhile.
situationship!enjin who eventually stops seeing other people after a few short months; all without ceremony. āwhat?ā he chuckles out, pulling you onto his lap as you question his inactivity on your couch. āsick of me already?ā alongside that, your meet ups arenāt solely about sex anymore. sometimes, heāll show up at your apartment unannounced and other times, heāll intentionally carve out time for you whenever both of your schedules start to get too packed. you ignore the tightness that lingers in your chest whenever he looks at you for too long; push aside the stomach flips that can only be explained by kisses in the doorway. youāve been telling yourself for weeks now that his behavior means nothing as surely, the heavily tatted, commitment-phobic cleaner thinks the same. besides, itās always better to be safe than sorryā¦ right?
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stripper!reader x security guard!follo
cw 21+ mdni, fluff
author's note i have officially landed in the new country i moved to and omg i finally have time to write LMAO enjoy i'll get back to my wips asap just needed to get this out <3 1000% doing more parts lmao i wanna do smut of this
āfollo, please. just go and talk to her already.ā
a set of furrowed brows, an irritated ātskā, and a hand that juts out to hit grisās chest with precision and ease. a beat hasnāt even passed since the words have left his colleagueās mouth, but his brain already knows. of course he gets it. talking to you has always been an option. however, the problem isnāt a lack of awareness; itās fear.Ā
some lines just arenāt meant to be crossed.
follo has been a security guard at āthe groundā for about 5 months now. itās a job that he takes immense pride in, and no amount of dumbfounded head tilts could ever convince him otherwise. after all, the establishment is clean, the work environment is warm, and heās in love with the feeling that builds up in his chest every single time he manages to successfully take the trash out. nevermind the fact that said garbage tends to be the worst of the worst of societyā all that matters is that he continues to keep this strip club safe; keep it comfortable so that the lights can continue to flutter against the floor while a bass line smoothly reverberates against the walls night after night.Ā
unfortunately though, his commitment to protection is exactly why pursuing you makes for such a bad idea.Ā
see, follo won't say the truth. he won't confess to the lingering stares; will never talk about the nervousness that powers all of his greetings. for one, admitting it means admitting that heās no better than the clients that stay out of sight, and the man obviously doesnāt want to be out of mind.Ā he wants to be acknowledged, maybe even praised, but being lumped in with that kind of crowd sends a shiver down his spine, one that can't be fixed with cold water or a pep talk. when all is said and done, cardinal sins that only exist after the sun kisses the skyline have a certain place in this world, and even he knows that those storylines feel more convenient than they do intimate. clearly, thatās not what this is. you're beautiful, charismatic; follo doesn't want you to think that a pole grip and effortless hip sway are what drew you to him. he's imagined the look of horror on your face more times than he can count, and that's enough for him to keep his distance.
plus, you have quite the reputation here.
sharp, proactive, and always on the move. you're the textbook definition of hardworking, and follo sees your efforts even as the curtains fall. the spotlight tends to follow you even when it's focused on someone else, and that's what makes you a favourite here at the club. the girl with the most repeat customers; the woman whose looks could truly kill... intimidation rarely tends to get under his skin, but it's made quite a home for itself as of late. he knows it's satisfying to get your attention, and that's presumably why you're so good at what you do. besides, follo has seen the way men look at you after you walk away; it's enough to make him roll his sleeves up in advance.
that's also why he's so terrified of approaching you to begin with.
"come on, gris," follo breathes out, straightening out his spine. his eyes narrow as he notices a patron in the distance starting to encroach on another dancer's personal space, and his feet move before he can even think. "we have a job to do."
it's been a peaceful night so far, and follo feels compelled to keep the streak going. however, before he can even make it across the floor, a sharp pain suddenly reaches his side, flooding his insides with a searing heat.
"i-i'm so sorry," a small voice squeaks out, and he has half a mind to scold the customer that's presumably responsible for his newfound ailment. unexpectedly though, his line of vision pulls out a wild card.
it's you.
"it's... no, it's okay," he mutters, momentarily blanking as he blinks. he's never seen you look so embarrassed; never known a version of you that blushes upon impact. you're fidgeting with your set, readjusting fabric that was already content, and follo has no idea what any of it means. is someone bothering you? is it him? "are... you okay?"
"yes," you quickly spit out, shaking your head almost instantaneously as your fingers twitch. "i'm... i, uh...."
he tilts his head. you turn away.
"okay. yes... i'mā¦ okay. see... s-see you around, follo," you murmur, and confusion lingers in his mind as your heels click against the floor, signalling your departure.
a hearty laugh emerges from behind the brunette after a moment, and a firm grip locks onto his shoulder.
"like i said, follo," gris whispers, chuckling. the man in question looks back to see where you've gone, and his eyes widen as you meet his gaze from across the room. "please. go and talk to her already."
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donāt steal or feed this to ai. embrace x reader. donāt be lame
Thinking about reader's reaction when she sees follo get angry, not them ofc but with someone else..... and get horny....... and wants to ask him to be rough with her...... meanwhile follo is panicking Thinking that reader is sacred of him.....
follo freaks... pls continue to interact with me. this is a safe space... i adore you... i welcome you... and most importantly... i will attempt to feed you.
welcome to pt. 2 of closeted freak!reader x follo !!! enjoy and please!!! take care of yourselves this holiday season!!!! <333 so excited to be writing again!!!!
cw smut (mdni, 18+), fem!reader, sadomasochism, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, slight dacryphilia, reader is a freakkkkkkk
follo tunito has never fucked up this badly before.
from dishing out heated insults to fisting at shirt collars, the man knows better than to burn bridges he has yet to walk across, understands that there has to come a point where he stops blurring the line between emotion and action. after all, learning how to keep his cool is a lesson he was supposed to master years ago, a habit that should be muscle memory at this point in time. however, as you stare at him from across the hall, wide eyed and completely paralysed, all follo can think about is how badly he wants to turn back time.
and to think that it all started out with a basket of laundry.
the mission was meant to be simple: deliver rudoās clean clothes, exchange a few pleasantries with his newfound friend, and then carry on with the rest of his day, presumably with a pep in his step. it sounds straightforward, seems relatively easyā¦ yet here he is, busying his free hand with a hat that really doesn't need to be readjusted this many times in a row. follo would say that his patience is at an all time low, but that would be an understatement.
heās at the end of his rope.
"rudo," follo huffs out, trying his best to keep it together as he places the woven pannier on the ground. he forces out an uneven smile, gritted teeth holding his seams together as he unravels in live time.
"i didn't mean any harm, man. i always add fabric softener whenever i put in a load. this is all just one big misunderstandingāā
"i'm not misunderstanding anything, man," the boy bitterly snaps back, claws entirely retracted as he verbally presses the set of blades to follo's throat.
"first of all, i didn't ask you to do that... and second of all, do you think i'm some kind of idiot?"
rudo leans in, a cocktail of bitter emotions spilling into the corridor as follo's eyes narrow at the sneer that's currently challenging him.
"you called me dusty. is that supposed to be some kind of compliment, turdface?"
"seriously? turdface?"
follo can't help but laugh, leaning in closer to prod at a lesion that is sure to bleed for life.
"you're a fucking bratā¦ you know that?"
thud.
a small echo from the other end of the passageway makes his head snap back around, follo's heart immediately lurching as his bullet ricochets into something entirely unexpected.
you.
he's never seen this look on anyone's face before, wasn't even aware that eyes could contort in such a way. you're frozen, a deer caught in the headlights, and follo's head begins to empty out in record time, cotton filling his ears as static starts to replace all of the bloodlust that was clouding up his senses. should he say something? surely now is the time for him to start talking. however, before he can get his foot through the door, you immediately run off, body disappearing from his line of vision as he remains stranded with the tote bag that you've just abandoned. vegetables are unceremoniously rolling around on the ground, and he blinks, stunned. obviously, this is more than just bad.
this is the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
see, follo knows that he isn't the nicest person in the world. it's not like these kinds of moments are new to the guy, and he figures that anger will only continue to make a guest appearance throughout his life. what is foreign to him though, is having someone like you around.
that's the part he struggles with the most.
you're softā nice in the ways that matter, kind in the ways that don't. it's the gentle beams you always offer up to strangers, the acts of service that never demand a spotlight... all of it makes follo short-circuit, causes his composure to splinter into fragments he can never piece back together. there's a warmth you create that is akin to perfection, a light you radiate that always sets off a fire in him. follo wants to be better because of you, needs to prove that he's someone that is worthy of standing by your side. it doesn't matter how many times you reassure him, the congenial strokes over his scars and sweet nothings incredibly irrelevant to the issue at hand. truth be told, this is something that runs deeper than insecurity; it's revision, an attempt to rewrite an outcome he hopes isnāt set in stone. after all, he really wasn't expecting to ever score a date with you, certainly wasn't anticipating the boyfriend title he currently has. however, as he scrambles for purchase in the form of a fisted hemline, follo retreats in order to atone for the crimes he has so carelessly committed.
guilt gnaws at his insides until he becomes nothing short of hollow, the sound of silence amplifying his panic as his back hits his mattress. this time, he knows he's done more than just scare you off; he's crossed a line.
this level of stress is divine retribution. it has to be.
unbeknownst to him, you're also fighting against the same demons.
your mind is racing, heartbeat jackrabbiting against your ribs as you continue to run off in the opposite direction. what the fuck was that? and more importantly... why was it the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life? a swallow, a series of nervous nail bites, and a door slam that signifies defeatā you pray that this is something you can wake up from, but the hiss you let out after pinching your arm tells you that this is lucidity in its final form.
you're the worst person alive. no doubt about that.
it's not a secret that your boyfriend struggles to keep his short fuse in check. what does remain under wraps though, is the heat that lingers between your thighs every single time he mumbles profanities, the swallow you force down whenever you catch him digging crescents into his palms. his rituals are a lifelineā how dare you turn his nightmares into dreams? the guy is doing his best, and you know this is a fact. follo repeatedly tells you all about his goals for the future, so it's obvious that the last thing he needs is an anchor weighing him down to the past. however, only one simple question remains, and it echoes within the confines of your mind as you struggle to push your thoughts back into the gutter they came from.
how are you supposed to let go of this fantasy when he's walking around calling people āfucking bratsā?
your back slides down a wall in your bedroom, the remaining bits of your sanity fracturing into an amalgamation of muted groans and shame fuelled thigh presses. fuckā this isn't just terribleā¦ this is beyond horrifying. your eyes close, imagination now running wild as you fight back a moan.
you've pictured it more times than you can count.
follo, threading his fingers through your scalp as sin taints the air, the cement in your chest entirely connected to the sulfur on his breath. it's undeniably filthy, incredibly irreverent, and your body begs for relief as he teases you relentlessly into the night. itās subtle. itās passive. his inability to give you what you want is unforgivable, but his lips brush against your ear before you can demand an apology.
"someone's feeling desperate," he whispers, free hand lightly tracing down your spine as he slowly takes you apart and puts you back together. you can feel his tip purposefully slipping past your entrance, arousal dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. one second passes, then two, and what happens on the third causes you to cry out in bliss, pleasure and pain coagulating into a mixture of thrill and hunger as desire washes over you. it burns, beneath your skin, in the depths of your core, rubber band behind your navel going entirely taut as warm tears start to run down your cheeks. a red mark is now branded onto your ass, follo's thumb soothing the sear with tender circles and tiny swipes.
"go on," he chuckles out, clearly amused. you whine as he tugs harder at your hair, need pulsing between your legs in a merciless time signature.
"beg for it."
cold water splashes against your face. looking up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you sputter, now at a total loss as you wonder how to handle the mess you've made with your own bare hands. a sigh. that's all you can muster out as worry floods your veins, ice replacing the flames you were fanning a few minutes ago. in theory, you should just talk to follo about thisā¦ but in practice? well, let's just say that this hypothetical has been sitting on the back burner for far too long. after all, a wishbone never breaks evenly; you would really hate to be the one that ruins something this good.
besides, thereās just no way that someone as honest, loving, and hard working as him would ever be receptive to this kind of sadomasochism.
no way at all.
author's note the cement line is 100000% swiped from sleep token. i am so sorry BAHHH i feel so guilty for taking it from granite but omg WOW i couldnāt stop thinking of this lyric cus my best friend wouldnāt stop playing this song in the shower!!!! forgive me :')
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small gokurakawaii update + wipās for december/january
hiiiii everyone!!!! i wish i had more time to write, but iām currently in the process of moving to another country as well as sorting through a bunch of work :ā) thank you so much for being so kind and patient with me, and seeing peopleās comments is just ??? wow. it makes me so happy to think that i couldāve made someone giggle or like. idk become horny as shit since letās be honest follo is one hell of a fuckin man LMAOOOO. iām having so much fun on here and just!!!! squealing. squealing!!!!!!
anyways!!! currently iām working on:
- follo gets a tongue piercing (smuuttttt smut smut smutttttt thank you anon im currently on my period and thatās when the juices REAALLLLYYY GET FLOWING LMAOWOE THE DOUBLE ENTENDRE)
- closeted freak!follo x closeted freak!reader pt. 2 (hehehehe the reveal is yummy)
- sub gris (heās a lil cutieeeeee c: never written dom!reader before so this is about to be funnnnn)
- yandere!tamsy x goddess!reader (anon thank you so much for being patient with me omg im really trying to capture just how fucked up their situation is and itās taking me a bit of time </3)
- post-breakup toxic situationship enjin pt. 2ā¦ and 3ā¦ and maybe moreā¦ (i love him and i can picture suuuuch a cute relationship for him w a strong headed woman but rn i really wanna see him suffer n be teased to hell n back for whatever reason lmao. but yes fear not i will tag everyone who has been asked to be tagged in the following parts since i might do a few š)
iām fighting back to urge to show any snippets because AHHHH even i need to be patient but !!!!! this is so fun and iām so happy i started this silly little account!!! be sure to stay warm during this winter season and donāt forget to be a whore for men that arenāt real because. why not!!! <33
pairing enjin x fem!reader
cw safe for anime only. enjin has an avoidant attachment style. slight post-breakup toxicity. wc: 1,1k.
description enjin breaks up with you, but youāreā¦ not heartbroken?
author's note dude i was listening to 2 by h.e.r while out today and hehehehehehehehe cannot WAIT to do more toxic post breakup situationship enjin!!! ENJOYYY<3
credits manga panels created by kei urana.
in hindsight, enjin knows that this is all his fault.Ā
play stupid games, win stupid prizesā the man is very well aware that he made a huge mistake by breaking up with you; knows that it probably wasnāt the best decision to land on. however, the way he currently feels right now is ridiculous, a burning sensation lying dormant in his chest as a devil-tailed voice in his head urges him to throw back another shot. obviously, drinking his sorrows away isn't going to fix his broken heart, and thatās a life lesson that enjin has had the displeasure of coming across before. however, who said that he has to learn it right now? after all, he feels incredibly bad at the moment, so whatās the harm in trying to feel better?
as it turns out, there is an answer to his questionā¦ and itās one that he doesnāt like.Ā
enjin's hands tighten around his glass, multicoloured lights fluttering all around him as his gaze remains focused on one thing: you. shock greets him, and the whiskey dancing alongside the ice cubes in his cup shows him the way out. to say that heās annoyed would be an understatement; is nothing but an insult to the pressure thatās currently building up within his head. why are you here? more importantlyā¦ what are you doing? unfortunately, enjin knows what lies on the other side of his interrogations, molten threatening to pour out of his throat as he watches you get comfortable with someone else. you, a person he thought would be cooped up in her room for the next few weeks, out of commission for the unforeseeable future, are currently having the time of your life. youāre pressed up against a stranger, one that looks nothing like him, and enjin has to blink a few times in order to believe that this is real. he knows he shouldnāt be mad at what heās seeing and truthfully, he isnāt.
heās fucking pissed.Ā
your hands are wrapped around the back of this manās neck, fingers making themselves comfortable with a nape that isnāt his. youāre laughing. in fact, youāre doing more than just giggling, breaking up your pockets of joy with private whispers and playful lip bites. enjin has never seen this side of you before; didnāt even know that it existed outside of home cooked meals and a flush that could only be explained by a glass of wine. however, before he can mull on his confusion for too long, white noise starts to flood his ears as he sees this man take something that isnāt his anymore.
your ass.
this guy is currently grabbing your ass.Ā
enjin isnāt the jealous type.. at least, thatās the story that he likes to go with.
heās got this laissez-faire way of going about life that keeps him safe for the most part; comfortable for the remaining bits. whatever happens, happens, but thatās the thing about someone like you. things are different for people who grew up in stable homes, your view of the world completely opposite to his. truth be told, you were needyā so incredibly fucking needy. seriously, who the fuck asks someone to communicate more? what does that even mean? enjin swears that you were insufferable, each gentle suggestion thrown his way feeling like a stab to the chest. it felt like all you did was nitpick and obviously, the man wasnāt having it. why couldnāt you just have fun? watching movies together was fun. sitting on his face and hearing you moan out his name for hours on end was fun. wasnāt that enough? why did everything have to end with that look on your face; with quiet sighs and gentle arm rubs? forgiveness wasnāt something that was supposed to come with guilt so truth be told, enjin is surprised that he didnāt hit his limit sooner. in any case, heās pretty sure that another week of this wouldāve put him in a coffin so after you told him that he couldnāt just disappear without saying anything, he knew what he had to do.
he decided to break up with you.
enjin feels like he had no other choice. you pretty much backed him into a corner, no? initially, he did felt horrible about it. enjin knows that he meant a lot to you; recognises that you probably naively thought he would be āthe oneā. maybe you never said it, but it was obvious based on the way your lip quivered while he delivered the final blow; clear as day when you shakily asked him if this was what he really wanted. after all, a personās eyes are the window to their soul, and he saw what laid beneath your rib cage once the tears started to roll down your cheeks in uneven lines. you held onto your sleeves like they were a lifeline, almost appeared as though you were hanging on by a thread with the way that your breaths were beginning to slow. he had half a mind to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but even he knew better than to pour salt into the wound. after all, he was the one who fired a bullet into your heart; the person responsible for the loaded chamber.Ā
right now though, enjin currently feels like heās the one whoās staring down the barrel of a gun.
heās never seen you like this before, and he never thought that he ever would. your swaying hips are an extreme juxtaposition to the sweet, innocent girl that he asked out during spring; nothing short of an ear ringing slap to the face. for fuckās sake, you donāt even like going out. you always asked enjin if you two could just stay home and as far as he knows, you donāt even own any dresses like thisā¦ so how are you wearing one right now? why is black fabric hugging you in all the right places, inviting other people to look at the plains and valleys that lie right beneath that zipper? the neoprene seems to be the least of his worries though, as those sweet nothings youāre whispering into this guyās ears are really starting to get on his nerves. however, the world stops as the next few seconds begin to move in slow motion.
suddenly, youāre dragging the fucker away.
enjin grimaces. he hates admitting that this bothers him; despises the clenched jaw that heās sporting at the moment. violet delights always have violent ends, sure, but enjin feels like the brutality is going to be inflicted by him if he has to bare witness to this shitshow for another second. however, before he can flag down the bartender to start forgetting tonight, you turn back around and meet his eyes.
a wink.
enjin's jaw goes slack as you disappear into the crowd. a pronounced 'tsk', a final swallow, and a glass slam against the counterā maybe he wasn't expecting it, but fine.
two can play at that game.
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this is for the lovely anon that sent me a request for august. what a cute prompt, and what a lovely message too... seriously. i've always wanted to write fics since i was a kid, so the fact that you could find enjoyment in something i wrote... without having read the manga for it is just....?!?!?!?! LIKE WHAT BAHHHHH please STAY SAFE and HEALTHY and WARM DURING THIS HOLIDAY SEASON i am sending you all of my love and thank you so much once again for the incredibly kind words <333 also, pls let me know if you want an enjin one too!!! do not be shy!!! this is the world of 'x reader' shawty!!!!! we gonna make his canon preferences disappear with the drop of a hat!!!!
cw fluff. short, gender neutral seamstress!reader x august stilza. mentions of work-related burnout, stress, and anxious thought spirals.
āyouāve got to be kidding me.ā
a look of disbelief, an unsteady heartbeat, and a panicked set of quiet rambles. one minute passes, then twoā¦ and suddenly youāre caught between a rock and a hard place, failure and embarrassment both offering themselves up to you on their own respective silver platters. you sigh, but even thatās putting it lightly... because this no longer constitutes as respiratory relief. this is now full blown panic, worry beginning to take over your breaths as the cotton above mocks you with silent sneers and wordless taunts. you need this fabric, know that the blue fibers are the difference between a roof over your head and a trash bag for a pillow, but thatās the thing about a life like thisā thereās nothing you can really do about it. you canāt find a ladder, all staff members seem to be busy, and youāre also stressed beyond words. you donāt need to be a genius to recognise that this isnāt good, but you feel especially astute after comprehending that this isn't okay in the slightest. after all, the blazer your boss told you to make needs to be finished tonight, the lining patterns back at the atelier all begging to be cut out and sewn within the hour. to make a long story short, youāre scared, but to take a look at the bigger pictureā¦ you wonder how youāre going to make it out alive.Ā
āyooooo, short stackā¦ need some help??ā
not for long though.
august stilza is an incredibly interesting man. at least, thatās what your heart tells youā your ears let you know that youāre in desperate need of a doctorās visit.
for the past few months, the orange-goggled garment maker has been repeatedly saving you from what appears to be deathās door. buttons that are just out of reach, thread spools that are inconveniently shelvedā¦ youāre a seamstress with endless problems, and heās an artisan that seems to have nothing but solutions. the man is enthusiastic, always happy to help you with anything that gets in your way so to put it lightly, his attitude is more than just surprising.
itās refreshing.
whenever you ask other people for assistance, you know thereās a time limit to their niceties, can easily recognise the patience for what it actually is: temporary. after all, everyone is always eager to lend a helping hand the first few times, but thereās no reason to pick petals off of a flower stem; you know better than to be delusional. when all is said and done, the truth of the matter is that people come with limits, and the individuals you meet all seem to surpass theirs after a week or two. however, august is different, and maybe thatās why youāre so caught up over the blonde. itās obviously not the wide smile thatās always sitting on his faceā¦ or his animated way of talking that has always has you laughing when no one else is aroundā¦ okay.
itās probably time for you to be a bit more honest with yourself.
clearly there isnāt just one thing tethering you to a life filled with nervous giggles and rosy cheeks. even you can admit that heās cute, super funnyā¦ your mind has circled back to him a lot recently, reminded you of his boisterous personality when itās late at night and youāre still slaving away at the studio. sure, it might be a little silly to think about him so much, but is it really your fault? in many ways, august feels like a breath of fresh airā¦ and who can be mad about that?
as it turns out, you canā because now itās 2am and the only thing keeping you going is a random daydream about a guy whose main form of communication is yelling.
what a romantic way to start your saturday. the fabric scraps in your lap seems to agree too.
working in fashion is hard work, and you often wonder if you made the right choice by following your heart. the good thing is that you currently have a job as a seamstress at an atelier, but the downside is that itās right outside of canvas town, a place that is literally protected from ill will and bad intentions. the difference not only shows, but it also makes itās presence incredibly known each day youāre at work. heavy pay cuts, gruelling hoursā¦ you wish you had listened to your gut at this point because it clearly seems to be hungry, tiny growls nipping at your insides as they angrily demand your attention.
ājust a few more stitchesā, you tell yourself. āafter this, i'll definitely get some sleepā.
unfortunately, all lies come with a hefty price. more times than not, you end up passing out with an empty stomach and a massive headache.
business has picked up for your boss, so the recent upsurge in tailoring demands has kept you incredibly strapped for time. alongside that, itās not like you can just up and leave the situation either. for the next six months, youāre anchored down to a rental unit near your employerās studio, so you canāt jump ship even if you wanted to. however, you no longer seem to be alone in your troubles, as your hundredth run in with august at the fabric district has led to you finally go for it.
"you know, we see each other a lot."
"right?! pretty fuckin' dope if you ask me."
you playfully roll your eyes at how casual he's being, but you're quick to soothe the pseudo-burn with a suggestion.
"sure, sure.. wanna trade blood?"
well, you know what they say: shoot for the moon, and land on it.
ever since that day, you two have called each other with your chokers to discuss anything and everything. unsurprisingly, august is a great conversationalist, better than most at going back and forth. he makes those long nights feel a lot less painful than they actually are, breathes life into a place that often feels devoid of it. truth be told, youāve started to like him a lot, and it's not just about the fun he brings your way. august actually has a good head on his shoulders, reminds you that you can do a lot better than moving goal posts and nonsensical critiques. however, no matter how many pep talks come your way, you still make the decision to listen to your alarm clock every single morning when tiredness haunts your eyes and your body prays for something other than the sight of seam allowance. he always groans, but you tell august that you just have a few more months to go. you can do this becauseā¦ come on. paradise doesn't have any legs; salvation obviously isn't gonna run away from you anytime soon. plus, you really need that deposit back, so thereās absolutely no way youāre throwing in the towel after working this hard towards your dreams.Ā
you might throw out your back after falling from this height though.
āyooooo, fun size! you there??ā
the nickname stings a little bit more than usual today.
tonight is different from your typical routine, a last minute order making its way onto your desk right before you were about to clock out. the worst part is that your boss left fully suited, a wide grin happily chatting your ear off about how the weekend is going to be incredibly peaceful and full of rest.
'for you', you wanted to scream. 'only for you, you selfish, piece of shit'.
obviously, you're pissed, but it's not like you have the luxury of showing it. instead, you're temporarily condemned to a life of welt pockets and belt loops, dress pants now taking up the bulk of your attention as the wall clock lets you know that you're being exploited. each tick sounds like the final moments before a bomb goes off, and your perception isn't too far off from reality.
how unfortunate that the zippers were all placed on such a high self. how cursed that you've now lost your footing.
you canāt help but feel like life is conspiring against you as you groan and brush off the dust from your body. it hits like a slap in the face, the error making you feel entirely useless as you recall all of the other successful climbs you've had. looks like tonight is one of those nights, your inner voice baring its fangs as it comes out to play. insecurity wraps itself around you, and doubt seals the deal with random falsehoods, uncertainly flooding your mind.
"yoooooooooo, 'ya there? where are you? this is commander stilza, coming in hot. do you copy?? kshhhh... over."
you close your eyes. another problem to add to the list.
while you know he means well, right now, you're past your limit. as much as you love talking to him every single day, at this very moment in time, augustās voice is just a reminder that youāre in constant need of help. the call for your attention does little to calm the heat that's currently clawing through your chest and instead, it fuels the flame.
ānot now, august. iām working.ā
your voice is more clipped than usual. it also doesnāt go unnoticed that youāre using his full name.
āoh, iām in deep shit, huh?! no āhiiiiiii, auggieā for me tonight, hmm?? what i do this tiāā
āiām serious. enough.ā
the room somehow grows incredibly tense, the low hum of the industrial sewing machine seemingly going mute as your neckband stays quiet. a couple of seconds passā¦ then a few more. it feels strange hearing august say, well, nothing, so you quickly realise that you've been a little too cold to a person who is nothing but warm. however, before you can fix your mistake, his voice cuts through the silence.
āmessage received, yo. imma just leave you to it thenāā
āshit, august, am i... dumb as fuck?ā
before you even realise it, the words slip out. your eyes widen, and you immediately feel regret beginning to pool up in the bottom of your stomach. nothing but heat floods the the center of your face and now, you have a new issue on your hands: humiliation. the embarrassment of asking something so open-ended has you cringing, averting your gaze from no one as you try to shake the feeling off of your hands. sheeshā some seamstress you are; looks like your seams have come entirely undone.
āfuck, iā¦ donāt know why i said that. just forget i said anythāā
ādid someone call you that?ā
your spine straightens out as his voice reaches a new low. youāve never heard august sound this serious before, wasnāt even sure that he was capable of being this somber.Ā
ān-no. i mean, not really.ā
ānot really isnāt the same thing as no, you know.ā
the world stops revolving as his vow squeezes at your heart.
āanyone ever says that shit to you, then tell me. iāll handle it. easy peasy.ā
you swallow. these musings donāt sound like a threat. theyāre more like a promise... one that has you immediately crumbling.
how could you not?
apologies, tiny sniffles, and incoherent ramblesā as you open up to august about the worries that are currently plaguing your mind, his sonorous babbles have you wiping away tears of joy in no time. within seconds, the man is back to being vibrant, and his oath from earlier makes it clear that he doesnāt see any of the flaws that you see. heās honest, and heās fun, andā¦ fuck. he just makes you feel like a choice, a decision he likes to make over and over again. does anything else really matter? to him, youāre not a burden, and maybe thatās all you need after a long day of fighting demons that are shaped like empty bobbins and scrapped sketches. as he continues to sound off in the background, your toes accompany his mindless prattles by moving against the presser foot, a heart-warming waltz taking place between the two of you. you like the dance august likes to do with you, even if it is clumsy and rather absurd at times. after all, it is incredibly nice to have a light in your life. maybe you donāt need to set yourself on fire In order to have one.
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THANK YOU FKR WRITING FKR FOLLO HOLY FUCK IVE BEEN WAITING FOR DIS FOR SAUR LONG A<33333
rumor has it that if you love follo then you will live a long and prosperous life and only good things will happen to you. i think results may vary tho because i have insane back pain
BUT I DIGRESSSS I WILL WRITE MORE FOLLOOOOOOOOO VERY SOONNN I also just joined a dom reader event so im gonna try something new and attempt to bless everyone during the holidays with that good good :ā) bit nervous cus im still new to writing smut but im excited to learn!!!! hopefully everyone enjoys so ill do my best !!!!! <3
Follo and reader who both secretly freak4freak but both of them are afraid that they will scare the other way........
NO BECAUSE LETS DISCUSS THIS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOWWWWWW
IMAGINE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE COMPLEMENTARY FANTASIES AND JUST. REFUSE TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOU BOTH VIEW EACH OTHER SO HIGHLY AND AND AND. OK LEMME YAP HEART EYES LESS THAN THREE
cw 18+ nsfw, mdni, established relationship, descriptions of sexual fantasies (dom/sub undertones, dacryphilia, choking), masturbation (f), spoilers for first job arc in gachiakuta manga
follo is super into you. like, this guy reaaaaaaaaally likes you, finds you incredibly funny, thinks youāre the smartest person heās ever metā insert every superlative ever because they all just make sense when it comes to you. however, heās just got one teeny, tiny problem with your relationship, has a non-issue that he keeps to himself because, well.
how is he supposed to tell you that he wants to fuck the shit out of you?
truth be told, follo knows that heās probably in the wrong here. he feels incrediblyyyyy guilty about his inner thoughts, always has to splash some cold water on his face whenever itās late at night and his sweats are starting to get a little tighter than usual because holy fuck. what is he thinking?!!?!!!! you, the sweetest person alive, someone who is pretty much the whole package and then some... how dare he think about you like that????? for crying out loud, he literally fell for you because he saw you going out of your way to help riyo learn basic life skills!!!! like laundry!!! and having friends!!! and cooking too!!!!! youāre!!! a!!! saint!!!! so why canāt he just stop thinking about your face pressed into his pillow, your walls fluttering around him as he drives into you for hours on end while you claw at his sheets???? follo thinks he might be going insane, knows heās going to suffer a fate worse than death because of his mind. after all, heās the same man who hates whenever people look down on him, soā¦ why does he want to see you on your knees so badlyā and while sobbing at that??!!?!! fuck this and fuck you tooā¦ against the kitchen counter, in the shower, while your chokers are on, and sonnnn of a trash beast. heās doing it again.
things somehow manage to go even more downhill from there.
as it turns out, thereās another rock bottom waiting for him right below this oneā¦ because the more time that you spend with him, the more creative his mind starts to get. that mirror he helped you set up in your bedroom? yeah, heās thought long and hard about defiling you against it, spent days randomly slapping himself during missions because, shit. youāre a gentle person, someone who always makes sure that he gets his goodbye kiss before leaving hqā why does he need to see red hand prints against your ass, feel a burning desire to kiss your tears away while he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him???????? follo feels fucked up. he has to be after letting his thoughts run this wild, noā¦? all of this is insane, and it canāt be normal in the slightest. besides, he knows that he has an inferiority complex, understands that his anger is something that he needs to keep under control. he's gotta run a tight ship around here if he wants to stay sane!!!!!! plus, follo does not under any circumstance want to subject you to any kind of cruelty, feels like it'll scare you away for good if he actually verbalises his inner thoughts. absolutely not. he will not risk losing you. if he wants you in his life, then itās probably best that he keeps these horrifying daydreams faaaaaar away from you, locks up all of his biggest fantasies and throws away the key before itās too late.
as it turns out, youāre also fighting the same demons.
when tomme told you that your boyfriend lost his shit at rudo earlier that day, you couldn't believe it. follo???? the guy who literally refuses to let you tie your own shoes, a man who does not want you to lift a single finger whenever he's around... that follo????????? sure, he gets a little cranky once in a while, and yeah, you do hear an occasional snarky comment being whispered under his breath from time to time, but come on. be serious now. who doesn't get mad here and there??? whatever she's saying cannot be true, and it certainly isn't something that would happen within your universe. however, unbeknownst to you, your world was about to be flipped entirely upside down. because things completely changed when you went to go visit him at the clinic, and you swear that time froze for a minute, probably even two.
you're in hell right now. you have to be.
was follo always... this... attractive...? like, holy shit. what the fuck is even going on right now??? you're biting your lip, and... oh god. stop biting your lip like that. but... how can you??? especially while he looks like that??? he's got a huge scar on the side of his head now, dried blood underneath his nails, and... shit. why is your heart racing so fast??? is it hot in here????? or did eisha just randomly decide to turn up the temperature in the infirmary today?? surely its the latter because this cannot be a new realisation that you're having about yourself. otherwise, that would completely ruin your life.
it doesn't hurt to test your theory though... right?
after four days of purposefully trying to get on follo's nerves, he finally snaps at you. gently grabbing your wrist, he firmly looks into your eyes, entirely annoyed as his voice dips to a new low while he gets close to your face.
"you're really pissing me off today. are you doing this on purpose?"
heat begins to travel south, the tension making your chest tighten with want as you swallow.
yeah... you're fucked.
and the unfortunate part is that you wish it was by a super angry version of follo.
the following night is brutal, and it's definitely your fault that things turned out like this. because who in their right mind wants to be destroyed by their boyfriend??!?!?!!! who thinks about being used as a hole, imagines themselves being on the receiving end of such cruel indifference??!! well, the answer is simple: you do. and you do it while pressing your hand tightly against your throat, chasing after a high you're sure will have a horrible comedown.
and would you look at that? looks like you guessed correctly. because now it's the next day at breakfast and follo looks completely mortified at the light bruising happening at the base of your neck, appears to be scared of the physical proof that you're a closeted freak.
you don't tell him the truth though. why would you? instead, you make up a lie about being allergic to anything that isn't sterling silver, talk about this necklace amo gifted you when you woke up... you're so full of shit. but for some reason, follo accepts your story, is entirely sympathetic to your experience, and slides some extra food onto your plate so that you can "heal faster". his words, your funeral. he also talks about taking a day off this weekend with you, mentions this spa he's heard of that will help your body relax after going through this surprise allergy attack... of course he does. follo thinks about these things because he's just the best person ever, and the best person ever is obviously not going to degrade the shit out of you, clearly isn't going to have you begging for mercy in such a crude manner. you even feel bad at this point because, wellā¦ that fight with rudo was just a one time thing!!!!! now, it's not just about being ashamed, you also just canāt help but think youāre a horrible person for holding onto this image of him. you need your vivid imagination to go away, like... yesterday... two days ago, actually. shit. you cannot be the reason this good thing becomes ruined, really do not want to let go of such a considerate, hard working man. you gotta wrap this up, and fast. it's for the best.
siiiiiiigh. someone please save these two </3
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THANK YOUUUUU that makes me so so SO happy to hear <333 i hope i can continue to feed the follo lovers ācus i got so many cute lil ideas. work has just been keeping me insanely busy lately but besides the tamsy, gris, enjin and august drafts that im working through (im so sorry for the delay WAIT FOR ME!!!), i also wanna do:
- follo thinking that heās too much of a freak (only to be insanely surprised by the things youāre into)
- you realising just how hot he is after accidentally seeing him get mad (!!!!!)
description follo is incredibly inexperienced. he tries to study up on sex so that he doesnāt disappoint you.
cw 18+ nsfw. mdni. descriptions of intimate activities, slander against scat play (srryyyyy it made sense for the plot ok? <3), first time.
authorās note hahahaha unfortunately inspired by wet dreamz by j cole. enjoy
credits manga panels created by kei urana.
follo tunito is a virginā¦ and quite a massive one at that.
furrowed brows, heavy breathsā the man knows a lot about what it means to chase a blinding high, his relationship with his right hand better than most. heās defiled pillows, had his fair share of long showers, but even he knows that being able to reach nirvana on his own wonāt save him now. after all, fluttering lashes, plump lips, wellā¦ all of these things are in a league of their own.
follo has no idea what heās supposed to do during sex.
the upside is that he had some time to adjust to your relationship. shaking hands, wet palmsā he was no stranger to fear during that excruciatingly long beginning stage, and he remains grateful that you both managed to come to a mutual agreement despite only exchanging tentative looks from across the room: you are all his, and he is entirely yours. the only way out of this kind of tension was through. however, everyone has their limit, and follo soon found out what yours was after an incredibly awkward post-mission dinner with team akuta.Ā
ācan you guys stop being so weird already? itās so obvious whatās going on here.ā
he wants to curse tomme for butting in like that but quite frankly, he should just be kissing the ground that she walks on. 2 months later, the two of you were now as happy as can be.Ā
the desire to worship eventually slips past him though.Ā
last night seemed to be like any other night, not that follo really minds. truth be told, he has a penchant for the simple things in life, would move mountains and rework valleys if that meant that he could hold you in his arms. however, a new sensation lingered in the air as he started to mindlessly trace shapes into your arm, the two of you silently meeting each otherās eyes with words left unsaid.
āfolloā¦ i really like you. likeā¦ a lot.ā
he fought back a swallow. actually, he fought back two.
you inched slowly towards him, lips parting like a question, and folloās hands had more than just an answer. they had a plan, one sliding down gently to meet your lower back, but not before ghosting past the dip in your waist. you shiver, and follo swears the chill travelled over from your body to his, pink dusting across his cheeks as heat accompanies the hue. his fingertips also canāt help but get curious, twitching with desire as they pull you closer to him. youāre chest to chest now. itās somehow not enough. your nose brushes against his, and temptation continues to test his patience.Ā
thereās no going back after this.Ā
your whine is symphonic, incredibly incongruent with the filth thatās running through his head. he almost feels bad about it, but he doesnāt really have time to think right nowā not when he has so much to feel. the quiet pants, the fingers in his hairā¦ itās all you. nothing else matters as he leans in to close the gap.Ā
except for the alarm that just sounded off on both of your chokers. a massive trash beast just showed up out front.
follo could be mad about the situation, but itās not going to change anything. anger also wouldnāt be able to alter the course of the next morning, a sunrise he swears he will never forget.
āso, about last nightā¦ā
the two of you are now walking through hq, getting in some quality time before having breakfast with the rest of the cleaners. however, before he can choke on his own spit, a pause ends up taking centre stage. you giggle. the unexpected follow up floods all of his senses, folloās mind going blank as you carry on without a care in the world.
āyouāve obviously had sex beforeā¦ right?ā
he clears his throat. you take that as a yes.
āokay, wellā¦ i canāt wait for us to do it then. hopefully there wonāt be any interruptions this time.ā
you wink at him, now moving towards an empty seat next to riyo, and follo nods.
heās fuckedā¦ and not in a good way.
later on, you both agree to meet up again at the end of this week, your schedules completely opposite to one another for the next few days. follo could say that heās grateful, but heās not going to paint the situation out to be anything other than what it actually is; heās actually feeling indebted, considers taking up religion because of the curveball that was thrown his way. nothing could possibly go wrong now that he has time to prepare.
nothing at all.Ā
he decides that taking a day off to do research can do more than just fix his sins; it can override whatās written in the stars. asking gris for a ride, he lets his mentor take over the conversation, pulling his hat down every few seconds in order to compensate for the shame he feels. however, the worst was yet to come, and he realises this as he exits the vehicle. planting his feet into the pavement, follo stands in front of a rather shady storefront, the truth now impossible to run away from as blacked out windows and a bold, red sign stare him down.Ā
he really is a pervert, huh.
shuffling through magazines, the movement keeps him grounded as his feelings threaten to pull the anchor up. humiliation, regretā¦ while follo looks entirely unbothered on the outside, his internal world is currently in shambles, ruins now making up the frameworks of his mind. he knows that his inner voice is a cognitive distortion, understands that the self-doubt will pass with time, but that doesnāt stop the emotions from passing through him. after all, heās still a human being, which is actually a rather unfortunate fact at this point in timeā¦ because as it turns out, human beings can be rather disturbingā at least, thatās what follo thinks as he tries his best to nonchalantly place a film on scat play back into the dvd bin. he almost sighs, deciding against it as he wipes his hands against his legs. itās fine. he can handle this.
your disappointment? not so much.Ā
he notices that time passes by a lot faster than he remembers. suddenly, itās saturday evening, and your thighs are bracketing his legs, the hour hand on his clock making itself comfortable against the number 10.
follo is readyā¦ at least, heās thinks that heās prepared.
the man has done his time, put in the hours to make sure that you will be satisfied, so heās confident that his altruism will do him some good. he started off slow, gently whispering into your ear, fingers tracing along your neck like a promise. youāre enthusiastic in return, hands carding through his hair as you shift slightly in his lap, the glint in your eyes begging for some kind of relief.
follo grabs your waist. you rock your hips against his, and he groans. you immediately go in for the kill.
he almost came on the spot.
itās should be a crime, really, the way that you press yourself against him, the manner in which you slot your lips against his. his tongue slides against yours, and your whimpers show that heās winning this fight for dominance. itās agony and bliss, the sounds nothing short of obscene as you go back and forth, moans spilling out with an endless ease. follo doesnāt need to open his eyes to know that youāre entirely gone, and he eventually pushes you down against the mattress, panting while he watches you race to undo his pants. follo canāt believe his luck, but he feels especially speculative about his karma when he finally undresses you.Ā
he almost stutters. heās never seen anything like this before.
youāre beautiful in a way he will never be able to describe. itās the flush on your face, the grip you have on his sheetsā¦ follo doesnāt know how heās going to survive this one, doesnāt even know if heāll be able to make it out alive. heās breathless, and youāre entirely to blame, but before he can mull on it for too long, you stop him. a hand presses against his chest, and follo panics as he starts to worry.
āwhatās wrong? is everything okay?ā
āyeah, justā¦ā youāre looking away. wait, shit. why are you looking away? he wonders if he went too fast, starts to sort through memories that felt flawless at the time. should he have let you take your clothes off instead? taken you out for a better dinner, held your hand before all of this went down? everything begins to fade into white noise, but youāre quick to cut through the static, a shy admission now resounding within his head.
āfollo,ā you begin, hands covering your chest as you bite your lip. son of a trash beastā how bad did he fuck up?
āi know that youāre not new to this, butā¦ take it easy with me, okay? iāve... never done any of this kind of stuff before, so be gentleā¦ please.ā
his eyes widen. youāre definitely going to be the end of him, but he doesnāt seem to mind.
follo is just glad youāre also going to be there for the beginning.Ā
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