qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠ easthies x reader: how do they apologize after an argument?
꒰ sfw. fem!reader. easthies was somewhat physically and psychologically agressive—it's mentioned he held reader's wrist tightly and gave her silence treatment, that's it. age gap mentions on beldaruit's part. well, I didn't reread…… ꒱
As Qifrey breathed in the essence of dew left in the air, he followed the whimpers that could be heard from the farthest distance.
That somewhat unruffled temperament, to the point of emitting a glacial chill that would tighten one’s throat, had helped Qifrey when it came to keep someone quiet with a single stare. But now he had ministrated it to the wrong person.
“It’s darkening, it'll probably rain too…” he commented, pushing back the flora that surrounded your secret retreat. Blackened ebony tendons formed a living dome over your form—if Qifrey looked too much at those, the ripples on the trees would take the form of mocking smirks, a personification made exclusively to ridicule him.
He merely reached out with his hand, yet it was enough for you to retreat—not in anger, your pupils weren't dilated in that fashion. Actually, you seemed quite unquiet.
“I scared you, didn't I…” Now his usual looks were back. He sat on the grass with you and fixed your messy clothes—you had run away so eagerly just now, so they were crumbled and filled with leaves. He had pondered if it was better to leave you alone, but instead he allowed himself to be selfish and sought to slayer the weight as soon as possible.
“You did scare me, it's just that… you seemed a bit…”
“Off?”
You nodded.
“Well dear, that's quite the understatement.”
“But you didn't do anything, so-”
“Darling… some things are quite hard to let out, aren't they? But truth must be said, I didn't handle the situation like it was fit. Honey, you can tell me…”
You still hugged your knees, although now you were much more relaxed for the thighness in your grip had subsided.
“Oh, dear me.” He clasped his hands together, relishing on how comfortable you were getting. “Are you mad? Are you scared…?”
“Not anymore…”
Qifrey offered you his hand, which now you joyfully accepted. He hugged your arm, resting his face on your shoulder. At the vision of it, you flushed and turned around…
“You’re getting so warm now, hmm…? Dear, from now on that's the only kind of emotion I'll give you… perhaps we could find more overwhelming, yet pleasant ones, for you to savor…” he grinned.
So full of sorrow and mercifulness, and with such a trembling pulse, that his spells seemed to be drawn by somebody else—a much inexperienced person, possibly.
Olruggio rose from his chair, the ebony table before him adorned by crumbled ink smeared papers. His fingers tips went from his forehead to his chin as he massaged the heavy eyelids, messy beard and uncertainty away from his defeated grimace.
The moments passed swiftly and gloriously during the fleeting seconds of victory Olruggio experienced by the morning. But the forming of reddish eyebags on your face and the puffiness of your wet cheeks instantly disrupted his stillborn pride. Perchance he had used a too loud voice or cast an unpleasant remark without noticing.
Either way… it’s needless to say he should've been gentler. After all, he didn't hold himself in the highest position, you were certainly in a much adored location inside his heart. Therefore, it was enough of a reason to stop sweeping it under the mat and finally facing you.
You could only sniff after you had properly used up all your tears—chin resting on your knees as you tilted to see a small, glowing bird turning into tiny sparkles by your side. You turned back as your room’s door was slightly opened. Cleaning your eyes with your knuckles, you begun:
“Is it a new spell? It's very pretty!”
If you had met him with the expected hardness of a broken heart it'd have been much easier to remain on the lie he was dwelling in the past hours. However, you dared to glitter just like usual.
“I was planning on showing it to you, but…” he stepped fully inside—you felt his weight settling down by your side on the mattress.
“I annoyed you…” you uttered.
“No, I ended up hurting you… even though you're so kind to me, you see…” by holding your shoulder, Olruggio gently dragged you closer, turning you to face his form.
He held your hands, settling them so they'd be cupped. You looked up, wondering what was about to happen when he completed the circle of a spell unbeknownst to you—it gingerly took the form of a small hare, hopping onto your hands and oversprinkling into a composition akin to fairy dust once it laid on your nosetip.
Lord, it tickled so bad, but you couldn't help giggling both at the upcoming sneeze and how Olruggio was using fairy magic for such stuff. He was probably still working on it, therefore the terrible results of that dust.
“Why would you make it? It's so silly, certainly not something Olruggio of the Torch would craft with fire magic!”
He moved closer, kissing your cheek so strongly he had to hold onto your waist so you wouldn't crumble—actually he just wanted to squeeze you there.
“Let’s say I made it for a very lovely person…”
Although it was enough for you to understand he was sorry, he couldn't only go with that. Olruggio pulled you into a bone cracking hug, softened by his beard tickling your shoulders.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You're too special for me to have treated you like that, do you forgive your silly Olruggio? He… I mean, I really want you back…”
You cackled, your face bursting with joyful tears. He was talking in the third person? Well… he must truly be sorry.
Beldaruit's room was the kind that mixed the gloomy with the grandiose: it was home of an exquisite type of decoration. It also had its share of masterful paintings, adorned with pearly arabesques. Either way, today was boring. He could count each glittering joy that he had collected, play with all his usual mirages, but none would satisfy that tingling feeling.
Actually, about those illusions he'd cast… he wasn't very fond of them now for he tried to use one to apologize, but your smile faltered the moment you noticed the glowing ends of his hair and the bubbles surrounding his vests.
He sighed, what a moron of an old man he was!
Wasn't the older side of any form of relationship supposed to be the mature one? The one who the younger partner would look up to and go to in search for any comfort? But it seemed like now you’d avoid his gaze to spare yourself from a trembling chin. Even the children could catch on to his change of behavior… perhaps if he hadn't been a coward.
Now, the great sage Beldaruit couldn't go like that for too long, especially not with the person he was the most fond of! It'd be a chore to find such a sweetheart like you, after all, no one could be his favorite like you were.
He wondered what you were thinking now, perhaps, given how gilt your heart was, you had already forgiven him, but he was too radiant to forgive himself like this.
You walked, circling the same area of that undersea miracle as you connected the fingertips of both of your hands, wondering, dreaming awake about the multiple ways you could go inside his chamber. Suddenly, you felt a tiny tap, a pixie-like touch to your shoulder. As you looked back, a small translucent butterfly fluttered by, following you incessantly.
It didn't lead you anywhere… you already knew where his place was, after all. But its transparent wings gained a cyan glow whenever you headed in a certain direction.
And, finally, when you found yourself a few meters away from him, the bug reached its most saturated hue, heading towards its kin that played around the sage. Beldaruit stayed still, watching a peaceful waterfront attentively.
“Oh, I'm too much of a wuss. You see…” he said, scratching his chin. “That illusion mishap… I suppose I should apologize about that first, it was more heartless than any sarcastic taunt I threw to you, my angel…” he opened his arm. “Come here? Please, don't be way too mean to me. It shows that I'd never bear to be treated like I treated you…”
You trotted towards the sage, throwing yourself onto his arms.
“My, as vivacious as a little goat!”
“Why are you here? I thought you'd be in your room!"
“Oh dear, no… no, I wanted to at least manage to show you something pretty to apologize for what I did…” he pulled you onto his chest, burying his nose on the top of your head.
“It seems like the old Bel was very mean to his favorite person! What a silly old man he is, treating a poor darling like you in such a ruthless manner…” he nodded to himself, pecking you sheepishly.
“That’s fine, Bel, I forgive you!” still, he furrowed.
“Hmm, no! That was too easy. Tell me something you want, anything!”
“Really, there's no reason-”
“Oh, hush! Do you want to fight again? I assure you I'm too old for it, I rather just spoil for the day…”
It is on a morning holiday that Easthies decide to martyr himself, feeling a sudden and unprecedented dedication to self-punishment. It was necessary to rummage through his memories, hunting in its collection for something that would motivate him to not linger in that position—with the hope of perhaps finding within it some trace that would finally prove to his core that that lethargy was not born of a naive daydream, but of a material, tangible form.
He could picture your image onto the flaring candles, you were even to blame for the static on his uncombed hair. Easthies had treated you like an outlaw, one who had stepped far enough not to be punished, but not too much to be properly handled.
His silent treatment hurt you the most. Having him daring only to look at you for an iota of a second whenever he passed by. Trying to simply greet him a good morning and being met with nothing but a quick furrow. It was painful. And he now felt failed for allowing himself to handle you with such an uncaring attitude.
That was he heard a rapping, a shy tapping upon his door. By opening it, he stared at your face for too long.
“I know you don't want to talk to me, but…” you fidgeted. “I’m sorry…”
Sorry, but for what? He was the one who had held your wrist tightly, the one who whispered quite the bitter message of how making amends was not a suitable path. Didn’t he also mention how you were holding him back from work when you stuttered to hold your point?
“I didn't want to annoy you… I won't talk to you ever again if you don't want me to…”
Well, perhaps he was actually very good at victim blaming, you even fall for it. Or maybe you just liked him a lot, didn't you? It hurt him either way, but you were hurt the most.
Easthies let you inside, closing the door behind you. He lingered still, until he allowed himself to crack that outer exterior.
“You shouldn't apologize, darling…” he massaged your face. You had never seen Easthies this bad—the last time he got this messy was during Silver Eve. His hair was still as graceful, but it was the tattle-tale of how much he was falling apart today.
“I was mean to you, wasn't I? Ignoring you like that… such a childish behavior. But I still called you a kid out of bitterness, didn't I?” He held onto your waist, pulling you atop of him as he fell onto the bed. You held yourself by playing your hands on the sides of the bedsheets that framed his neck.
Easthies pulled you further so you’d finally fall upon him. “I’m sorry, dearie… you know, I love you a lot, you're the most darling person in my life… yet I still…” his words tickled your ears, you could only giggle at it.
“Oh, smilling already, are we? I do deserve to be toyed with after that…” he grinned as you rose to then lie by his side.
“I’m not playing with you! You were tickling me by talking so close!” you begin to braid a random lock of his hair, of course he didn't mind.
“But now all I want is to be so close to you, my love…” he caressed your wrist, he still remembered how it seemed to redden when he released his grasp after that…
“That was the worst thing I could've done… now I'll only touch you like porcelain… ”
“You mean my wrist?” He nodded. “It barely hurt!”
“Whether it did or not is not our utmost goal here, love… I should never do that to whom I cherish the most, should I?”
“No…”
“Do you forgive me? Even my silence treatment…? Even you don't, dear, that's completely understandable-” you immediately hugged his neck tightly, he had to tap your back to be released and breath efficiently again.
“Of course I do! I like you lots, Easthies!”
“Oh, my darling girl. As for me, I don't ‘like you lots’, I adore you…”
(Contains: Fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, MANGA SPOILERS!!)
Olruggio shoots up in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. An intense feeling of dread makes his skin feel prickly. His eyes dart to every dark corner of his workshop searching for a danger still lingering in his mind. When his heart rate eventually settles and his breaths come slower he can finally hear the silence of his empty room. He can remember where he is. He’s not in the northern region, he isn’t back in his village. There’s no one to reach for, no one to pull from impending danger, and no one looking at him like the failure he is. He’s alone and the dread lingers.
Floorboards of the catwalk creek under his steps. He cringes at the noise hoping he won’t wake any of the girls. Then he steps out into the common area he notices it’s rather cold in the atelier. Maybe a warm fire will ease his nerves, brighten the room and push those eerie shadows back. It takes only a moment to get the fireplace going, the man rearranging some pillows to prop against as he just stares into it. His mind is still flicking back to unsavory memories but he’s trying at least to focus more on the dancing flames.
“Olruggio?” A voice calls in a whisper. Jolting the man turns fast to the sound, making you jump as well. You raise one hand in defense as the other grips your night robes tight to your chest. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” You say in a more even tone, with how still he was you weren’t sure if he was awake. The man sighs and shakes his head.
“No need to apologize.” He grunts. “What are you doing awake at this hour?” He asks, trying his best to look unfazed. You step closer, taking a seat on the couch closer to the fire. He watches the light dance on your features while you watch the flames like he was doing just moments before.
“I can’t sleep.” You sigh, leaning forward to rest your arms on your knees. “What about you?” Eyes moving to look at him. Olruggio shifts under your gaze as if you’d be able to spot every insecurity and fear from just a glance.
“Odd dreams.” He gives, it’s not much but at least he’s being honest. You hum and lean back again. You look as if you’re mulling something over or trying to recall something from many years ago. With a snap of your fingers you grin at the man with a cheery expression.
“I know a trick for that.” Standing up you start heading toward the kitchen. Olly watches with a raised brow wondering what on earth you’d have up your sleeve to remedy ‘odd dreams’ as he put it. Following after you he steps into the kitchen, now also bathed in a gentle light of your fire magic. You’re using a spell to heat up a pot, apparently this remedy is food related. Stepping even closer he hovers and watches as you open cabinets overhead and gather all the things you need.
Stirring the simmering liquid you find your shoulders easing at the familiar task. It’s been a long time, it’s a good thing you still remember the recipe. “This is a milk tea my master used to make for me when I was an apprentice.” You turn to smile at Olruggio again. “They always said something warm in your stomach would make the bad dreams melt away. Make room for the cozy ones.” A soft laugh trails the memory as you continue stirring.
“Never said they were bad dreams.” Olly tries.
“You didn’t have to.” You say simply, causally adding a spice to the mixture.
When you finish you strike out your spell and gather two mugs for the milk tea. Passing one to Olruggio you lead the way back to the common area. You sit closer this time, stealing one of the pillows to prop against the couch and rest against. The dark haired man can feel his chest tighten a bit watching you. You’re doing him a favor by not prying but he finds himself wondering just how you read him so easily.
Finally after a moment he speaks again. “How could you tell?” His eyes watch your every move you take a drink from your cup, eyes watching the fire again. Your expression is calm, eyes watching a fizzling ember near that strayed too far.
“…Well I noticed…” you place your cup to the side and fold your hands in your lap. “… around this time of year you always get a little quieter.” You explain. “You look more tired, even when your work isn’t keeping you busy…You seem a bit jumpy too, like earlier.” You finally catch his eyes. There’s a couple other things. The way his shoulders don’t fully relax, the way his smile seems more forced, and the knit in his brows that stays anytime he’s staring off into space. “I’ve been told the stories, about up north.”
Olruggio shifts, looking you in the eyes. His expression is stoic but his eyes held a sadness that only comes from a weight carried for far too long. You’re sure this is the most tired you’d ever seen him. Slowly, without a word, you stand and make your way over to him. Settling down right by his side and leaning your shoulder on his. It’s a simple pressure, something to let him know you’re there but still give him the opportunity to pull away. He doesn’t.
“I’m sure the story has gained some exaggerations since.” He sighs, going back to watching the flames. He wonders if what you were told was even close to accurate, some did a great deal to cover up or minimize his failure and keep his reputation as a prodigy. “I can tell you the real story…” He mumbles.
“You don’t have to.” You interject.
“No, it's better coming from me than anyone else. I was actually there after all. I won’t sugar code the truth.” His voice holds a slight bitterness that you don’t comment on.
For the next couple of hours you sit by Olruggio’s side listening to him talk. He spares no detail from the smell of the morning air to the smell of copper that he can still so horribly recall. Your hand slowly slipped into his at some point when his shoulders slumped and shook. His voice cracked and words came watered down and weak. You end up pulling him into your arms and holding him to you as tightly as you can, his own arms clutching you like a child would their mother.
“You did everything you could have Olly, you were a kid. Would you expect any of the girls to be ready for that type of situation? Would you want them blaming themselves for it?” You wipe his tears away and cup his face gently in both hands. “You are a wonderful witch, Olruggio. A wonderful man. Don’t tear yourself apart for something that was out of your control.” You’re sure a part of him doesn’t believe your words, a part that will always blame himself. You just hope that another part will keep what you said and hold it with him every time his memory brings him back to this place.
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You stir at the sound of whispers, light voices hushing each other and small feet shuffling softly. “Shhh! You’ll wake them up!” Even in your groggy state you recognize Tetia’s voice instantly. Your features scrunch as you eyes flutter open, met with a soft morning light peaking through the windows. Shifting in an attempt to sit up you notice a heavy weight on your stomach. Peaking down from your propped position on the pillows you notice messy dark locks laying across your stomach. Olruggio is curled up against you, his upper half draped over mid section, and arm curled over your lap.
That’s when you recall you’d stayed up talking with and comforting Olruggio and you don’t recall ever heading back to bed. You two must have fallen asleep at some point, too exhausted to notice. Judging by the slow rise and fall of Olruggio’s shoulder he’s still fast asleep.
“Girls, perhaps we should start on breakfast, let them sleep a bit longer.” You hear Qifrey’s voice, gentle and low, trying to stay quiet as well. You can hear their footsteps retreating to the kitchen and you breathe a sigh of relief that you didn’t have to explain why you two are cuddled up in front of the fireplace.
You should probably get up but it’s probably better to let Olruggio get these measly hours of sleep where he can. Your fingers trail into his hair again, slowly combing each little knot out. Pausing your fingers when he shifts a bit and sighs snuggling his face farther against you. A warmth spreads under the skin of your cheeks as you try not to let butterflies kick up in your stomach. They might just wake him.
(I think this is gunna need a part 2, lemme know what you think! I made myself sad editing this manga panel)
I wanted to ask for more Qifrey please, (or Qifrey x reader x Olruggio) I was thinking omega male reader is about to pop, but Qifrey and Olruggio had an emergency to attend so reader is at the atelier with the girls when he goes into labor and the girls freak out and try to help him, one of them most likely leaves to find Qifrey and Oly.
Thanks, hope you have a great day!
Title: little ones
Chapter: one shot
Fandom: witch hat atelier
Pairing: qifrey x reader Olruggio
Genre: omegaverse
Warnings: male reader, fluff, mpreg, Omega male reader, poly ship, dad's! Qifrey and Olruggio
Notes:
Summary: it was just a meeting, he wasn't due for a few more weeks but clearly their child was impatient to meet his family
Tag list: @polluxhasrisen @lazyanimal-things @ilocuras24 @rainglitchblonde
(name) Felt blessed by life, having been given not one but two mates to adore and so many little ones to help raise into future witches who were fascinated by his pregnancy.
“We will be back soon, my love” Qifrey said lovingly and Olruggio gently fixed the omegas clothes “two days... Be good for yer’ dam” he instructed their unborn pup and (name) chuckled “I will make sure the girls are cared for... Come back to me, yes?” (Name) Kissed them both before they left and (name) was alone to care for the girls who made it their mission to make sure (name) didn't do anything strenuous as instructed by their teachers. “Mr. (Name), let me..” Richeh said softly, grabbing the pot of that nights dinner from the Omega who smiled “did my mates set you all up for this?”
“Mr. Qifrey said you cannot lift anything heavier than an egg! We are simply doing our duty!” Tetia beamed as Coco set the table with Agott “well, thank you” he patted her head and the girl beamed “are you all excited to meet them?” (Name) Asked the girls as they sat for dinner and the girls giggled “we are very excited! We can't wait to show the baby our magic!” Coco beamed and (name) smiled gently “I'm sure they can't wait to meet you all, so many people to love her” he beamed and the girls enjoyed their meal.
(Name) Stood up, going to grab the rolls when water gushed down his legs and he looked panicked “couldn't wait two days!” He panicked and the girls looked extremely startled and (name) tried to play it cool “it's fine girls... I'm just going to lAAAY--” he couldn't get the words out as a contraction rolled through and he hunched over with a breath and the girls looked at each other, unsure what to do but they knew they needed to get their teachers home.
Now.
The girls scrambled to get everything they needed-- or thought they needed, blankets and a bucket and cloth while (name) stumbled to the sitting area and slumped to the ground and Agott took it upon herself to go get her teachers.
The windowway was never more appreciated till now.
She slipped into the great Hall and immediately hunted down the two alphas, panicking in her throat as she looked for any sign of them as she knew (name) couldn't and wouldn't have his child be delivered by children, he would sooner die than allow that.
“Master Qifrey!” She screamed and the white haired man snapped his head up, in a tower a bit away and looked to see the normally quiet and composed girl look panicked and scared and flew out to figure out what happened “(name)! He- the baby- he's having the baby!” She managed and Oruggio was never far behind and hoisted the girl under his arm as the alphas ran to the windowway, poor Agott just dangling helplessly.
(Name) Sent the girls out of the room, not wanting them to see this and looked up in worry as he heaved in pain, another contraction rolling through “(name)!” Qifrey panicked and the girls ushered themselves upstairs after Olruggio told them to do so, the two alphas comforting their mate who was sobbing in pain “get this thing out of me!” He screamed in pain and the two men got into the practiced position, Qifrey behind him to support and Olruggio ready to deliver.
It was five hours of splintering pain before a tiny babe was brought into the world at eight points, a tiny boy who was the spitting image of (name) who couldn't keep his eyes open from exhaustion “girls... Come meet (son's name)” they ushered them to see the boy, no one able to sleep in excitement and the girls looked at him in awe “he looks like (name)!” Coco beamed and the girls were so happy “can we help him become a witch?” Richeh asked softly and Qifrey nodded with a smile “he will need the help of very skilled young witches so of course!”
When (name) woke, he was in bed, body covered in healing gel to speed the process and eyes barely focused on Olruggio soothing their child “Qifrey is caring for the pups but this one...” He handed the boy to (name) who gently traced his cheek “the pumping prep has been a blessing, let me let you sleep” he chuckled and (name) let out a sob of joy.
this guy is really interesting. i hope they stretch out his character more, because all he's known for is just being the hero when liko and roy are getting cooked. it's not enjoyable anymore the 1st time, but im glad we got to know more about his backstory and pikachu, i think that episode was more enjoyable than the recent ones, because it actually felt like i was watching pokemon the anime. anyway sorry for the yap, this was fun to do.
— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED
since friede is definitely a social house, people wonder how you guys met. it's like opposites attract, or sun and moon.
he's dedicated into making sure you're comfortable around the environment of the ship. friede asks you to go but never forces you out during their bonding moments, (picnics)
and he'd talk for you when there's way too much people, or tell this people to go away for you. he's straight forward anyway.
you're introverted (of course,) so you've never really talked to the kids, but they've always wanted to talk to you, just too shy to do so. liko and roy would ask friede, and he'd all go all golden retriever (or pikachu) mode. he rambles about you, in the most inlove way possible
captain pikachu always had a liking to you, this electric rats love for you probably competes friede's love for you! like pokemon like trainer, what can i say? friede's also not bothered with it, he thinks of it as his two favorite people bonding.
speaking of bonding, when everyone else in the rising volt tacklers are asleep–he'd take you out to ride charizard, not anywhere special preferably just a stroll around places or star gazing if you're a fan of that.
he'll do anything you'd want when he has free time, journaling? he'll journal and make crappy stickers to design it with! reading? friede has alot of books from his time as a passionate professor (not that he's not passionate anymore.)
he encourages you to socialize with others, but remember that it's alright to take things slowly.
when you do socialize with others, friede is watching far away proud. he knows you have a social battery though, and can take you out of the conversation when you feel discomfort.
and he's pretty supportive in whatever you do! he'll support your boundaries and make sure other people support and respect them. friede isn't always there, but captain surely is, when you're missing friede there's always this gremlin rat as a replacement.
I feel like Zanka would be all about the casual touches in public, leaving the more intimate and clingy things behind closed doors. Thats not to be said that he doesnt enjoy affection, nor that he doesnt want a bit of a pda.
He likes having your hand on his thigh when you stop by to eat something after a mission, just like he enjoys leaning on your shoulder while youre going back to hq.
Once on battefield, Zanka has very mixed feelings about seeing you fight. On one hand while he’s extremly good at hiding it, he’s also very worried whenever you get hurt. On the other hand though he really likes seeing you in action, taking great pride of his mans strenght.
He sometimes sneaks into your room, expecially after long tiring missions, resulting in him falling asleep in your arms, his muscles Finally relaxing after being on guard for so long
He also really likes the way your hands wrap around his waist. Hes a rather slim guy, so seeing how big your hands are Compared to his torso really does something to him.
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𑣲 ENJIN -
it’s so big & long! ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ oops! he’s underneath you.. ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away— ⸝⸝ just put it in already! ⸝⸝ he’s devouring you completely ⸝⸝ take it like a good girl .. ⸝⸝ missionary like always ⸝⸝ “lift your skirt for me.” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment like a good girl ⸝⸝ he misses you so much
𑣲 TAMSY CAINES -
frat! boy tamsy linking up with your emo self. ⸝⸝ he loves to tease you ⸝⸝ he fingers you so good ⸝⸝ slow & steady just like that ⸝⸝ loves fucking your throat! ⸝⸝ fucking you in the lingerie he loves.’ ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ pink lights & backshots ⸝⸝ close up of his cum leaking out of you.. ⸝⸝ jumping like a bunny!
𑣲 ZANKA NIJIKU (AGED UP 20+) -
it’s getting sticky! ⸝⸝ emo! zanka fingering you in-front of your plushies! ⸝⸝ “just like that,” ⸝⸝ riding it so good ⸝⸝ the forgotten movie ⸝⸝ aw he’s helping you ride it! ⸝⸝ he loves the view ⸝⸝ how he sounds in the bed ⸝⸝ so oiled up! ⸝⸝ “don’t move until i say so” ⸝⸝ he loves eating you ⸝⸝ stole enjin’s car for this..
𑣲 CORVUS ARKHA -
ugh too much squirt ⸝⸝ what a pretty view ⸝⸝ it can’t fit! ⸝⸝ tummy bulge ⸝⸝ ride it like a good girl! ⸝⸝ “just like that love,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away :(⸝⸝ he’s so rough! ⸝⸝ taking him so good ⸝⸝ fucking in the shower eheh ⸝⸝ he loves to pleasure you ⸝⸝ what you send him while he’s away!
𑣲 AUGUST STILZA -
fucking you in the lingerie he made you ⸝⸝ ugh he loves fucking you like this ⸝⸝ “you so pretty mamas,” ⸝⸝ loves when you’re breathless ⸝⸝ trying something new .. ⸝⸝ you love to overstimulate him! ⸝⸝ he made you lay on the teddybear while he fucks you ⸝⸝ best bj ever! ⸝⸝ teasing you through ur panties! ⸝⸝ “doing so good baby,”
𑣲 GRIS RUBION -
he’s so rough & mean!!.. ⸝⸝ gosh even if he’s mean, you still love it ⸝⸝ “stay still sweetheart,” ⸝⸝ he feels so good ⸝⸝ the belly bulges ⸝⸝ helping him stroke it ⸝⸝ rubbing & grinding on him ⸝⸝ shoving a pillow up your face & fingering you ⸝⸝ quickie in the headquarters lounge! ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re gone
𑣲 FOLLO TUNITO -
“you like this, my love?” ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ he punished you for being bratty all day! ⸝⸝ morning quickies ⸝⸝ teasing him hehe ⸝⸝ “you like it slow?” ⸝⸝ dressing for him so adorably, so he decided to eat you out ⸝⸝ he loves using his fingers on you” ⸝⸝ using both holes!? ⸝⸝ you love to edge him as a punishment
𑣲 ZODYL TYPHON -
he’s so big oh lordd ⸝⸝ “you’re so pretty for me,” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment so good ⸝⸝ “come sit on it,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re pleasuring yourself ⸝⸝ each other’s sneaky links! ⸝⸝ shh you gotta be quiet ⸝⸝ the type of videos he sends you ⸝⸝ what you send him while being in his car ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed
𑣲 JABBER WONGER -
loves using your mouth & throat ⸝⸝ “you love my dick ma?” ⸝⸝ ugh he’s so rough with you ⸝⸝ bully! jabber fucking you in his room ⸝⸝ creamie pie! ⸝⸝ ugh he’s such a tease ⸝⸝ taking zanka & jabber at the same damn time!? ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ “just like that mama, fuckkk.. use your teeth,” ⸝⸝ taking him like a good girl!
the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.
i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.
you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.
stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.
❝ HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! ❞
⤷ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader
>>>>>> Apparently Enjin has all the 'luck' when it comes to finding Spherites in No Man's Land. This time he's found you—a stuck-up Spherite noble—cast out with the trash. You're prissy, needy and an overall pain in his ass. Definitely not his type—but that slutty pussy sure is. ♡
>>>>>> 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+ for filthy enjin smut. enjin & reader are delulu & down bad. big dick!enjin. size queen!reader. bimbo!reader. sex under the influence. public sex. breeding. bjs. enjin is overall diabolical. but there's also a bit of plot too with some romance/fluff/humor. no spoilers for anime/manga.
>>>>>> 𝐰𝐜: 13.1k
𝐚𝐧: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.
You aren’t Enjin’s type.
That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Man’s Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if he’s hallucinating.
Still high from the night before—or maybe there’s a leak in his full face?
Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?
But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over.
All that’s left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushie—now inanimate and no bigger than a hand—lay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring.
Happening upon another giver in No Man’s Land wasn’t out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes.
Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.
You aren’t just any ol’ Spherite—you’re a Spherite noblewoman.
Keh, interesting.
With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They aren’t gonna believe this…
Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchel—clearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess that’s his job now… at least until you wake up.
Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyss—as the first thing you do upon waking in Enjin’s arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him.
Fuck, you have a mean right hand.
Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure it’s still there.
“Let me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!” You cry out.
Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his ‘full face’ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating you’re dishing out until you reach the nearest city.
The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjin’s sure what’s really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.
Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. You’re frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.
Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.
When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a brow—like you’re the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.
“So, as you may have noticed by now…this ain’t the Sphere,” Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips.
You look at him skeptically—he says it like it’s nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!
“I know this ain’t the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to but…”
Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.
“....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Name’s Enjin.”
Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although you’re the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.
Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you now—you’re calling way too much attention to yourself.
However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pit—your so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.
Enjin’s inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of you—all to collect your inheritance.
Yeah, not your fault. Enjin thinks and cuts you a break.
For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He can’t return you to the Sphere himself—but he knows another Spherite who’s trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willingly—though you still cry the entire way to HQ.
Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks you’re pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. He’d sell your clothes while you were near the shopping district—but unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them.
At least—not yet.
But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You could’ve even been Enjin’s type. Yet there’s one glaring problem:
You’re an annoying, needy-ass brat.
Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. You’re ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjin’s nightmare.
Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.
Not after he saved you.
Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open arms—as a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.
And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjin’s problem.
“You have to be kidding me? I’m stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?”
“Yo, Trashy—what!?” The reference doesn’t land with Enjin but he knows it isn’t good.
Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.
The fuck?!
Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjin’s line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zanka—the closest thing to nobility among the Cleaners—and let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.
But it doesn’t take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and they’re useless saps—like the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudo’s worst moods with a mere head pat.
While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ‘robust’ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.
Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coos—unless someone steps in.
It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could ‘resist’ your charms.
Still, Enjin’s got his work cut out for him when it comes to you—especially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell you’re supposed to use that so-ugly-it’s-almost-cute vital instrument.
He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personal—he knows that better than anyone. But still…the fact that you even have one? That’s wild.
A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no less—the same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping ground—actually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?
Yeah, that’s impressive, he’ll give you that. What wasn’t though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.
Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something like—Umbreaker.
Still, credit where it’s due—you’re picking things up faster than expected.
However, that doesn’t spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.
But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.
You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjin’s never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.
It’s shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.
And yet?
Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he can’t seem to stay away from you.
Sure, you’re annoying as fuck—but in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him.
Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within seconds—which means you need Enjin’s constant protection, whether you like it or not.
Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime instead—the way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesn’t live up to your so-called “noble standards.”
He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.
“Goddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!”
You’d shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind he’d whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Man’s Land when the others’ backs are turned.
“That’s Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.”
“Choke—slowly, Trashy Poppins.”
You’d lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjin’s tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. It’s all worth it too—Enjin’s already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.
It’s a little sadistic, sure—the way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him.
There’s a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as “Your Royal Trash Princess”—or just “TP” if he’s feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourself—and prove him wrong.
Enjin feels he’s owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.
Doesn’t mean anything.
Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isn’t just an attitude problem. It’s energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when you’re snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.
It’s trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesn’t love coaxing it out of you.
All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remedies— “what kinda ‘floral herbalist’ hasn’t toked one?”
So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a ‘pre-game’ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.
You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa that’s seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinki—Bubu—from your belt to set her gently on the table.
Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precision—like he’s got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.
“Bet ya didn’t have anything like this in your lil’ garden, eh TP?” Enjin quips, breaking the silence.
Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname ‘TP’ most of all, too easily mistaken for ‘toilet paper’ and Enjin knows that.
You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your hands—the first real plant you’ve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.
You think you actually recognize it.
Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumb—like Delmon, whose garden you’ve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the space—always hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.
You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the bud’s dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrong—brittle in a way that hints of sickness.
“Hmm. We had something like this—I think. But it’s just another weed.” You say shrugging.
“Heh,” Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, “Would you believe me if I told you ‘weed’ is exactly what we call it, Princess?”
You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designation—but expecting Enjin to know it? Please.
“We always uprooted them—weeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.”
“HAH?!”
Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.
He can’t believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.
When Enjin’s eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.
“Princess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down here…I mean it.”
You huff, but Enjin doesn’t blink—just starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.
You squirm, and that’s all the reward he needs.
“See somethin’ you like?” Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like it’s a gift—and not a trap with your name written all over it.
Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.
“I know we mostly have ‘reggie’ down here, but still, it’s worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya know—chronic pain, nausea, anxiety—gives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.”
From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.
Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shoulders—reminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.
You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravity’s got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.
His gaze follows it, distant—like he’s chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said… but somehow still set off by it.
“That’s the problem with you Spherites….you don’t see things the way they are—you see things the way you are.”
Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and he’s already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.
“Everything else is collateral, amirite?”
Ouch.
Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isn’t that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesn’t mean it belongs in every garden—some plants are just incompatible.
However…
You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.
…that doesn’t make it worthless.
Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" out—just like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is.
Sure there’s a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. You’d never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.
Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. It’s the worst thing imaginable—for your pride and for his already unbearable ego.
Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princess’s face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here… heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.
“Y’knowwwww, we’re always learnin’ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...”
Enjin moves so quietly, you don’t realize how close he is until you turn—and he’s right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjin’s touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.
“...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta good…and if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down here—”
Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.
“—I do believe it could be you—Trash Princess.”
Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gaze—but before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.
Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.
“And why can’t you get Delmon to do it?” you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, you’ve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.
Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadn’t expected you to bring up the obvious—Delmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving what’s left of the Abyss. But Enjin’s roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.
“Why? Well...’cause I asked you, Princess. The ol’lug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, can’t ya?”
Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the noble—graceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than he’d admit, knowing he’s never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.
“Ya know—unless, your skillset just ain’t up t’par?” Enjin finishes with a shrug.
Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you can’t deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be nice—even if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still aren’t quite sure why you can’t consult Delmon.
“Ugh! Fine!”
You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You don’t even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time there’s a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding he’s babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.
“Enjin—your eyes!” You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. “Is that just from smoking!? I can’t go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!”
Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.
“Eh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?”
Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.
“I don’t know, Trashy Poppins…I didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.”
While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purr—the kind that makes your stomach flip.
Heh, time to pull out the big guns.
“Aht-aht-aht, c’mon now, Princess, you know the golden rule…”
You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.
“You’re not serious.”
But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something you’ll usually regret later. You sigh, knowing you’ll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.
Enjin’s golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:
“...it’s not peer pressure—it’s just your turn.”
Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.
“Nah, actually I’ll help you out since it’s your first time, Princess.”
Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You don’t want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.
“Open.”
Enjin’s fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.
“Now breathe it in, nice and slow…deeper. Yeah, that’s it—hold it. Don’t let go until I say—good girl.”
You want to scoff at him, but you can’t—not with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, you’re already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.
Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.
The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.
“See? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?”
The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If it’s out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell.
Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.
“Easy there, breathe—it’ll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit won’t burn this hard.”
You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn ‘weed’ plant, you’d never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.
“I think, no—I know, I need to lay down.”
Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle.
Enjin doesn’t miss a beat though—he scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.
Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everything—yeah, you’ve got the spins.
“Keh, you’ll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.”
You’d make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he might’ve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for.
Whoops.
Silence stretches in the aftermath but it’s not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state.
It’s in moments like this—rare ones, when you’re quiet—that he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.
Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.
The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspiration—August even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue.
You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was August’s gift though—whipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastes—and Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one.
But the real surprise wasn’t the craftsmanship. It was you—his oh-so-prim little Trash Princess—strutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin can’t help but eat up with his eyes.
And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.
Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighs—spilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.
Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgence—your crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say ‘hi’ right back—with his tongue.
Is it hotter in here, or—?
Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows he’s not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.
Not that he’s jealous or nothing.
Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.
However, right now, Enjin’s just as unscrupulous—‘watching out’ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.
Man, just a little more and he’d know exactly which pair you picked today.
Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly and—
“Yo! Watch the feets, girl!”
Though there’s amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before you’re able to land another blow.
“Ah, sorry—” You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. “I didn’t mean to kick Umbreaker.”
For what it’s worth, the apology comes quickly—you’ve learned better than to mess with a man’s jinki, especially Enjin’s. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.
You know it’s serious too when he doesn’t even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, you’re left puzzled when Enjin’s laughter comes out loud and sharp.
“...that wasn’t Umbreaker, Princess.”
Huh? What does he mean that isn’t—
You freeze.
Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.
“O…oh…—OH MY GAWD!”
Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast you’re scrambling to your knees as you gawk.
Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak.
You’re staring at the crotch of Enjin’s baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.
“Heh.”
The devious look on Enjin’s face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet you’re still in utter disbelief.
There’s no way that’s his dick!
Still, your brain won’t stop running the numbers—high girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjin’s words ring in your mind like a gong—‘that wasn’t Umbreaker…’
“You’re burnin’ a hole through my dick, Princess—”
Enjin’s voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.
“—keep starin’ like that and I’m gonna think you wanna see it.”
Your eyes meet his dead-on.
“I do.”
“Yeah, I’m sure yo—wait, come again?!”
Enjin’s grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denial—but your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesn’t know what to do with it.
The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.
“Tch.” Cursing under his breath, he flicks it aside—it’s all roach anyway—and tries to pull himself back together.
You’re fucking with him. Yeah. That’s it.
Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.
“Ha ha…right. I know my stuck up lil’ Trash Princess isn’t asking to give me a dick inspection…”
Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesn’t fool either of you. He’s not brushing off the remaining flakes of ash—he’s palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.
But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while high—blurting out your thoughts unabashedly.
“I said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or m’not gonna believe you’re actually that big.”
You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.
There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock!
He had to be the one fucking with you here.
Well, wait, no—a cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.
But still—you need to verify. For science, if nothing else.
Yeah. Science.
Enjin blinks, taking stock of you—kneeling close, your tits straining like they’re about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and he’d see your panties for real.
“C’mon now…”
Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjin’s spine.
“...as if you aren’t always upskirting me just to see my panties.”
Shit. You knew it was intentional?
“At least you can show me your undies for a change. If you’re really that big, then I’ll be able to tell.”
The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far you’ll go. Even if he’s completely unprepared for this turn of events, he’s sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.
“S’that right, Princess? Well, I haven’t even seen yours today so—”
Enjin doesn’t even get the chance to finish before you’re lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjin’s eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.
Christ.
With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually misses—like how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath.
Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small?
Or is your pussy print just that fat?
Enjin gulps, mouth dry.
His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportant—including the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thing—it’s all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.
After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesn’t exist between the apex of your doughy thighs.
All of his lecherous starring is worth it though—if only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.
“Now, how’s it go again? It’s not peer pressu—”
“—Yeah, yeah, I got it, Princess—My turn.”
Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.
“Ya don’t gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makin’ sure you’re sure. Don’t need you runnin’ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.”
Semiu is already on Enjin’s ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being ‘too grown’ not to ‘nut up’ and ‘come to terms with his reality’, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway.
However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course he’d oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much he’s packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.
For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didn’t get nearly as much play as he should’ve. He isn’t a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously.
Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjin’s wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walk—let alone go to work.
Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it is—short red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.
Simply put, your jaw drops. There’s a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.
You’ve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life.
Clocking your shock, Enjin’s chest puffs like he’s just been crowned a king in the room.
“Relax, Princess…” he drawls, smugness saturating every word.
“I ain’t even all the way hard yet.”
Bullshit!
Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusion—no overthinking this time.
“What are you waiting for then? Get hard.”
Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lil’ Trash Princess gets when she’s high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesn’t hate this new side of you.
“Hah?! It doesn’t work like that ya know…”
Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth.
Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lil’ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.
Yet unlike his past hookups you don’t flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger.
There’s more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussy’s self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look you’re giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.
Truly, though—you are in awe.
Men weren’t like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasn’t.
Older than you by over a decade, your husband’s stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire time—if you expected too much from sex.
But when your eyes drift back to Enjin—catching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabric—you know better now.
It was never you.
The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tip—so much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric.
Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows he’s proven his size, but your silence and the way you’re eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him.
Enjin doesn’t want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, he’s going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.
“Well, Princess? Big enough for ya?”
You don’t even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs.
“Oh, shiiii—” Enjin hisses.
His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.
“Argh—fuck. Can’t jus’ go grabbing a man’s dick like that ya know.”
Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girth—too thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.
How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?
Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess he’s made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.
Enjin’s own laugh is strangled. This can’t be real.
You’re unfazed by Enjin’s provocations – too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat.
“May I?”
Meeting Enjin’s gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout that’s far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like you’re nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toy—except you don’t even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut.
“Uh…” Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respond—even a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that look—the normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Land—now twisted into something debased and filthy. And best of all?
Meant just for him.
Enjin’s so fucking hard right now it’s painful—and hell, if you’re planning to do something about that, he’s not about to stop you.
“Keh. Do you, boo.”
Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy.
Good God, he’s a big boy!
Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjin’s dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.
Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you choke—you can’t help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like… what it feels like.
You’re pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.
Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjin’s length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material.
You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip. Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.
“W-Woaaah—ugh. FUCK!”
Enjin’s hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? It’s enough to make him feel like he’s losing his damn mind.
You grip his base—an insurance policy to keep him from cumming—while your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.
“T-There’s no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.”
Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw.
“D-Do…do you hate it? My hus—um, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.”
Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worry—like he’d threatened to rip something precious away. But it’s only his cock you’re coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.
If you weren’t gripping Enjin’s base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isn’t tempting to him though – he doesn’t think you’d even mind in this state.
Goddamn, you’re so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined.
And he’d imagined it plenty.
Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, he’d shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you.
You seriously think he couldn’t match your freak?
Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.
“Hate it?”
Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. There’s a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at once—all coming to settle right back into his dick.
“Never. Show me who you really are, Princess—n’ I’ll give it right back to ya tenfold—that’s a promise.”
If you weren’t already trembling with arousal—finally free to let your freak flag fly—you might’ve shied away. Enjin’s easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, you’re not thinking at all—aching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.
You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjin’s hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.
“That’s it, baby…open up f-f’er me—g-good fucking girl, Princess…”
Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutal—but some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you can’t take with your mouth, your hands make up for—stroking every thick inch your lips can’t swallow.
“Shiiiit, girl! You’re a pro at this.”
If you ask Enjin later, he’d probably call you a throat goat, however most of your “experience” came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tables—not actual practice. You don’t really know what you are doing. You’re just following the book's explicit instructions.
Still, Enjin doesn’t seem to mind being your test dummy.
On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides up—until it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.
Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your panties—fuck, you’re already dripping for him.
“Hah—uppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lil’ dick sucking, eh?”
Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it.
Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond instead—wiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch.
Enjin doesn’t hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.
Oh fuck, even his fingers are big!
A second ringed finger follows – the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heat—all of it is driving him crazy.
Shit he’s gonna cum for real this time.
To his credit, Enjin tries to warn you—tries to pull you off before it’s too late.
He doesn’t wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. It’s that thought—your pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him instead—that has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.
“HAHH—FUHH!”
Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadn’t warned you. Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.
Only when you’re certain you’ve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop.
“Allll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~♡”
Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof you’ve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.
You can’t help but agree—your throat’s wrecked and your pussy’s aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjin’s fingers aren’t inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly.
“Ngh—n-eed m-more,” you slur.
All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dick—you don’t even care that it’s Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.
You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.
You need him to get hard again—immediately!
Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute. His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.
But you can’t wait any longer. It’s been god knows how long since you’ve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.
You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top. Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.
Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up.
Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheart—you’re skipping a few steps.”
You aren’t listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.
Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. You’re being a brat again, not listening to a single word he’s saying.
“Gotta find my rubbers…also gotta stretch you out better, Princess—you’re gonna split in two if I don’t.”
You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like you’re going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.
“Huh? Rubbers?” You shake your head in confusion, pouting. “m’Ennnnjiiiiin…I can’t wait that long—puh-leaseee don’t make me wait s’long, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!”
The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didn’t want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prep—now, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.
Wait—did you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?
But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.
“Too s-slow!” You groan.
Fear is the last thing on your mind—evident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.
Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes – you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But he’d let you have it at your own pace…for now.
Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles.
“Such a hard-headed girl—c’mere…”
Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.
You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.
But it’s the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours—hungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until you’re only breathing him in.
Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like he’s keeping rhythm with the pulse that’s beating under your skin.
Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? S’not fair!
Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. You’re not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this full—like he might actually breach your womb.
The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.
Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesn’t stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.
“Eh... did you just cum, Princess?”
The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.
Teasing your earlobe, Enjin’s tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.
“HA! Good fucking girl! A lil’ more and I bet she’ll be a real squirter f’er me.”
Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deep—not even close. Enjin hadn’t expected you to be any different. And yet…when Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.
The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly – it's kinda like he’s a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didn’t fucking care if he was though, as he ain’t about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like it’s made for him.
“Run that back.”
Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. There’s no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of you—your lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.
The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck.
You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhere—shifting your guts into your ribs.
“I…I did it.”
Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.
Enjin’s in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dick—something in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.
Enjin doesn’t give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lil’ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantly—the furtherest thing from his type.
Because honestly?
Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckin’ perfect.
For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you.
How could he even look at another woman after this?
One thing if for certain—Enjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.
Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.
Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at you—cockdrunk just from sitting on him.
Enjin doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful.
“Enjiiiiiin,” you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up.
But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully.
“Makes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?”
Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.
“—cause this pussy’s a fuckin’ angel.”
Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you can’t even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demon—his sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.
Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilot—chasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.
Although, to be honest you probably wouldn’t notice anyway. You don’t even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying it’s ‘hello’.
“Shiiiiit!”
Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.
“Hey…I know my Trash Princess ain’t tappin’ out just yet.”
SMACK!
Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. You’ve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.
“Nah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.”
SMACK!
“NNNGH!” You weakly glare daggers at him.
Any softness on Enjin’s face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious before—you’re about to learn he’s a full-blown menace inside of pussy.
Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward.
“HAAH! S’too biiiiiig,” you whine but your body can’t stop.
The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.
“Fuck—that’s it, ride it like it’s yours, baby.” Enjin encourages you.
The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.
“Oh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?—Or do you just like being my filthy lil’ trash slut, hm Princess?”
Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjin’s shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you.
“Y-You’re…gonna—ahshiiiit—hafta f-fuck m’better than thisss…if you want m-me to be your ‘baby girl’—Trash Daddy.”
Unfortunately, your sass falls flat—you can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjin’s thoroughly entertained nonetheless—he’ll take ‘Trash Daddy’ over ‘Trashy Poppins’ any day.
“Bet.”
Electricity runs through Enjin. He’s all charged up—now it’s his turn to unleash.
Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makes—you’re not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get.
Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.
All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram.
The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.
“Enjinnnnn, m’slowwww dowwwnnn!”
Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way you’re gushing on him you can take it.
Fuck—this sweet lil’ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you.
If you never—
Enjin cuts the thought off cold.
Moving before you can blink—your world flips. One second he’s pummeling up into you, the next you’re on your back.
Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you can’t help but to shamelessly ogle him.
Yet, there’s something much too serious and somber about Enjin’s current demeanor. You’ve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if you’re ‘enjoying the view’.
“Enjin?”
Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.
“Heh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.”
Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.
But there’s still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows it’s unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment.
Suddenly, there’s a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofa’s legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather you’d surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesn’t give a fuck about the damn sofa.
His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldn’t be shaken away until he confronted it—
If you never fell.
But you did. He found you—and now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point he’s concluded into you:
If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself.
Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few times—show him what a real man could do. Maybe even a real…husband?
If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you. He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.
But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjin’s mind has never been more clear—he wants to lock you down.
“Hah… P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? Right…” Enjin’s golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.
“....right, here.”
Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. You’re squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too much—you’re too full, unable to really focus on what Enjin’s saying.
“Ahh, E-Enj—m’ c-cum, g-gonna mmm…” you hiccup, swallowing your tears.
Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjin’s pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.
You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his arms– adding more red to his already inked skin– were any indication.
“That’s it, Princess, hah—fuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.”
As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.
Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of you—the melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude
“Fuck, that’s it. Pussy cryin’ like she wants my cum, Princess…”
You’re barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.
“She’s jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now it’s her turn to swallow, isn’t that right?”
It’s a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasn’t really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral.
“Ahh—f’nnghhhh!”
Non-verbal and fucked dumb, you’d probably agree to anything right now. You’re an utter mess–pussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck.
“O’course it is…gonna dump all these trash babies into my princess’ sweet lil’ cunt.”
Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You don’t even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.
“FUHHHH—take it!”
Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.
In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. There’s blood rushing to your head— not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjin’s weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms.
Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit.
“Whewww,” Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. “All this cum your cute pussy pulled outta me—you’d think she was my jinki.”
Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.
“Yeah—squirtin’ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.”
Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Yeah, how about that, ’mma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name ‘er now—what you thinkin’ I should call her, princess?”
Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Code—your slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.
“Got it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to ‘em, dont’cha think?”
Cumbringer!?
Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didn’t put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. He’d lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners.
Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you can’t seem to find the fucks to care—you just needed more of his dick, like…now.
Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.
“Trash Daddy’s gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make ‘er live up to the name.”
When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.
“Say, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?”
You don’t respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.
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Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, you’re unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, you’d simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjin’s cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.
Somehow, you’ve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. It’s unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesn’t seem to care what he breaks when he’s fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.
Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjin’s thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjin’s cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.
Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?
Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both haven’t shown up to happy hour yet—shit. There’s no way you’re making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You can’t even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacency— in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.
Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesn’t even bother pulling out of you.
A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigs—he might as well smoke if he’s giving you a break.
“I win,” Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.
Semiu’s cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.
“Tsk, damn…” Gris shakes his head, although he’s not shocked.
The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kid’s first crush.
Alas, you’re an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn he’s delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldn’t help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.
“You know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna lose…” Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjin’s jacket.
Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to ‘make sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the bar’ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.
“But it looks like you have your ‘ace in the hole' for an entirely different game.”
Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.
“Awe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,” Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Hardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was soda—then proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,” Semiu says flatly.
Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.
“Although they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjin—she looks like she could use the break anyway.”
Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now.
“Sure thing,” Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, “I’ve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.”
Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjin’s face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.
She sighs again. “Just hurry it up, alright?”
Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chef’s kiss to the air for Gris. Enjin’s eyes roll back like he’s just had the best meal of his life.
Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a ‘job well done’ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.
“One more thing.”
Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee table’s on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.
“If you’re just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrow—right after you replace every piece of furniture you’ve both annihilated.”
Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“I suppose…we can stop by Alice’s too.”
Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.
“And for the love of god—crack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.”
Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. You’re still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.
Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.
“Mmmm—*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?”
Call? Oh, heh.
“Ha, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,” Enjin lies too easily.
It’s for your own benefit though–no need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.
“She said they ran outta fries though. I’ll get ya some later, yeah? Jus’ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...”
Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
“Ah, mmmm, b-but—ngnh! She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?”
Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.
Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. You’re gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats.
The only pill he’d get from Alice would be a fertility pill.
“Nothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything t’me.”
𝐚𝐧: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! ♡
also, in case anyone is wondering—yes, reader's jinki is a labubu and yes, enjin just guilt tripped reader into growing him his own personal stash djhscjhdfj.
banner: mash up of official manga + rororogi mogera 'last mall' doujin panels.
Hello! I don’t know if you’ve watched Witch Hat Atelier, but if you are ok with it may I request a Qifrey x husband reader where he helps Qifrey raise and teach the girls magic?
Thanks!
Title: spells
Chapter: one shot
Fandom: witch hat atelier
Pairing: qifrey x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: male reader, fluff, reader and qifrey are such dad's, reader lowkey uses owl house magic
Notes:
Summary: qifrey adores seeing his husband raise their not quite children
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(Name) Always wanted to be a father, getting to help care for the young apprentices with his husband made his heart feel warm at the young ones learning magic, (name) usually handled things like the meals and having the little ones help with household chores and maintaining stock of the home.
Qifrey rested his head on his husband's stomach while (name) read a book “I was wondering... If you would be willing to help me train the girls? Your skill could be quite useful” he commented and looked up to (name) who stared down at his husband “and teach them in summoning magic?”
(Name) Was a skilled witch, hailing from far off lands where he studied alone about creatures and ancient magic.
He lived in the woods, learning magic at its most basic form.
He was incredibly powerful yet actively chose to clean and cook without much care.
“Exactly!”
The following morning, (name) stood before the four girls with a small smile “hello children! Today, (name) will be teaching you magic at its rawest form...” Qifrey said happily and (name) waved at the girls who looked fascinated, (name) rarely showed his ability “magic isn't just in our hands but all around us... The air we breathe and the ground we walk on” he held a stick and looked at them “now... Who can draw for me a... nature spell!”
The girls all raised their hands and (name) grinned “but who can draw a true one? One of nature, not of ink?”
The fish looked confused and (name) knelt down, lifting a leaf and looking in the middle to see a small sigil and pointed it to the sky and the leaf glowed slightly and he slapped it to the ground and a small plant sprouted “if you focus yourself... Let nature guide you, you can create magic from anything... The base magics all contain sigils... If you just look hard enough”
(Name) Was rare, magic flowed through him like blood and to see the girls try and find the sigils in Leafs was precious... He was so excited to see what they would become. Richeh got it first, sprouting a small flower and (name) grinned “ you can all learn magic even without your tools, it's great for a pinch...” He smiled as the girls one by one learned it
“It's amazing!” Tetris beamed and showed Qifrey her work and the man grinned at her and Pat her head kindly.
(Name) Made dinner, the children showing the leafs they found to practice the next day and (name) felt warmth at this.
“They're growing too fast...” (Name) Mumbled and the white haired man held him close “you truly adore them, I will be sad when they graduate...”
“And then the next batch comes... And the next...” (Name) Whispered “maybe one day... We can find a child of our own, our own little witch to raise as our own...”
“One day... For now we have four little bellies to feed”
yan! qifrey who’s an absolute mess as soon as he gets his hands on you. tears slip from his eyes as you thrust into him, gorging himself on the feeling of fullness. you slam in and out of him and all he can muster are hurried, breathless “thank you’s.”
yan! qifrey who only has time for hatefucking. it makes the experience better for him. he could absolutely loathe you and he’d still get down on his knees, begging for your cock in him.
yan! qifrey who loves when you use him like a fleshlight. it feels so good to not think for once, his brain so soupy from pleasure that he can’t muster up a single coherent thought.
yan! qifrey who has fantasized about keeping you locked and drugged up in his atelier, getting you hooked on him and keeping you dependent on him alone. his cock aches as he pumps himself to the thought of you so pliant in his hands.
yan! qifrey who’s condescending during sex. he’ll whisper in your ear about how good you’re taking him, see, you were practically made for him! don’t mind the strange smell that bricks you up instantly- no, no, you’re just so desperate for his cock is all.
yan! qifrey who could cockwarm you for hours and still doesn’t let himself come. you’re pleasure comes first after all, he won’t even touch himself until you say he can.
ok now imagine kris eating out a monster reader 🗣️
AN: Sorry this took so long, I had no idea how to write this ^~^' Hope it's good enough!
You fall back onto your couch, exhausted after coming back from a month-long vacation.
But not even a minute after you sit down, your doorbell rings.
Before you left, Kris mentioned that they'd “have a surprise for you” as soon as you came back.
Remembering their promise, you open the door to let them hang out while you start unpacking.
Kris sat down next to you with extra enthusiasm. Your face falls in suspicion, they had that familiar look to them you'd always see whenever they were up to something.
“Well?” You cross your arms, clearly not in a good mood after your flight.
Kris inches closer to you on the couch, as if they were sharing a secret.
They stick their tongue out at you, revealing a small dark ball in the center of their mouth.
“You got a tongue piercing?” You tilt your head.
“Finished healing last week.” To emphasize, Kris flicks their tongue in between their fingers in a V-Shape; and your stomach flutters, very much aware of the innuendo.
“Cool.” You avert your gaze, blushing. “Why'd you decide to get it?”
“I heard it makes kissing better.” They whisper with a sly smirk on their face.
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
Kris said they just wanted to “try out” their tongue piercing on you, but sooner than later “just kissing” escalated to having their head in-between your thighs, eating you out on the couch.
You lost track at how many times you came.
They took their time licking your cunt, making sure you felt every tortuous slow movement as their tongue dragged across your entrance.
The hard metal ball made you gush every time it pressed up against your swollen clit.
“ngh…” A whimper escapes your lips as they flick against your sensitive nub.
A familiar coil develops within, you were about to cum again.
“I'm gonna-”
Kris doubles their administrations and pulls you in closer as you come undone in front of them, vision splitting. You rock your hips, desperately riding your high as they flattened their tongue against your gushing pussy.
Your body collapses, falling into the cushions like jello.
But they weren't done.
You whine as Kris keeps lapping up at your overstimulated core. You grab a fistful of their hair as a feeble attempt to push them away.
After what felt like eternity, they finally give you a break. They lick up the last of your syrupy juices as they softly whisper your name.
“Please…” They beg, gently kissing along your inner thighs.
“One more time?” Kris looks at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, knowing damn well this wasn't going to be your last orgasm.
You sigh as you nod your head, you were never going to finish unpacking at this rate– Kris knew you loved this too much to say no.
Hello again, this is the anon that asked about Stardew. I am gunna assume that that "Yes" means you still write/wanna write for Stardew. And you didnt give me the characters youre willing to write for.
Gunna request something with Alex x reader. Where reader woke up early in the morning to go fishing then in the afternoon to tend to the farm. Alex watching reader do their thing in the farm whilst him staying home.
Then hes confused as to why reader wasnt home yet til 1am. Reader just got back from the mines carrying loads of minerals. Placing the bag with the loudest sigh. Then reader gets grabbed by Alex and was shocked Alex was still awake but let him be lead.
Then Alex pushed the reader to their bed, singing praises to reader on how responsible and reliable reader is. Exploring reader's body then slowly undresses reader.
Alex ends up taking care of reader by bouncing on reader's cock whilst continuing raining praises.
TLDR: subtop!reader had a jam-packed day then was dragged dombottom!alex to their bed to show his appreciation for being such a great spouse
Sorry for the long request 🙏
If this is too much or something then ignore/delete
(also NICE, stardew is very much more enjoyable playing with friends fr fr)
You are my gem
Alex x male reader
⚠️sub top reader, dom bottom alex⚠️
🚨 Minors and girls do not interact🚨
📜Y/n comes home late from mine stripping, just to find his husband still awake and waiting📜
🖋1257 words
7pm.
It's getting close to Alex's bedtime. He has to wake up early tomorrow for his daily workout.
This morning, Alex was surprised to wake up to an already empty bed. Y/n was up and awake by 7am, making coffee and other kinds of meals that, as y/n says, regenerate him.
And now he can't help but worry about his husband and his absence.
He knows that y/n went strip mining with how he packed his bag full of food and bombs. And that fact doesn't help him relax whatsoever.
8pm.
Still no sign of his husband.
If Alex stays up late, he's definitely going to sleep in tomorrow.
9pm.
"Come on, y/n, where are you?" Alex muttered as he tried to focus on the TV in front of him.
10pm.
Alex is fighting to keep his head up.
11.
Alex has given up. He makes his way towards the kitchen to get one of y/n's Triple Shot Espressos.
12.
Alex has drunk up to five espressos... He's definitely not falling asleep now.
1am.
The front door creaks open. Alex's head snaps towards the sound with anticipation.
Y/n walks in, covered in smudges, and his clothes are torn. His eyes are tired, and his legs are weak. What catches Alex's eye the most is the heavy backpack that is practically spilling over.
Y/n drops the bag at the door so he can take it to the box in the morning. He stretches with a groan.
"Hey, handsome." Alex purred as he grabbed y/n's hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.
Y/n jumps in surprise at the unexpected touch. "Alex? Why are you awake at this hour?" Y/n pondered out loud as he followed his husband into the bedroom.
Alex pushes his husband into the bed and straddles him. "You are such an amazing husband, you know that?" Alex praised as he grabbed some wet wipes that lay on the nightstand and gently wiped the stains off y/n's face.
"You're the best husband anyone could ask for." Alex purred as he gently wiped y/n's cheek.
"Such a beautiful and loving husband."
At this point, y/n's face grew red with blush.
"Doing so much hard work to provide for us." Alex leans in to pepper soft kisses onto y/n's now clean face.
"You push yourself to the limit for us to have money the next day. Sometimes I wish you'd just take a day off and let me take care of you." As Alex said that, his hands traveled down y/n's jaw to his shoulders. His touch is gentle and slow. He's taking his time with this. With appreciating y/n's body.
"I am so lucky to have you." Alex purred once their lips finally met.
Y/n moans, and his hands find Alex's thick thighs.
"You work so hard and still find time to take care of me." Alex's eyes held gratitude.
"It's about time I take care of you, don't you think?" Alex purred and kissed y/n's chest.
The farmer closed his eyes and relaxed into the sheets.
Alex took his time. His hands trailed over y/n's hips. His fingers traced the hem of the farmer's flannel.
"You worked so hard today, you must be so tense," Alex murmured as his fingers traced over y/n's abs. "I'm such a lucky man. Having a husband who provides for us. Takes care of me, of the house, the farm. And his body... God, his body." Alex groans and lets his hands wander up to the farmer's chest.
"No matter how much fat this body can gain. These..." Alex's words trail off as he kisses one of y/n's biceps. "These will always be strong enough to lift me and the house." The sportsman playfully nibbled on Y/n's biceps until he eventually left a hickie on hit.
Once that's done, his hands slowly start to unbutton the farmer's flannel.
Y/n's eyes open and look up at Alex. He's never felt so loved.
"You always have to make it about muscles, huh?" Y/n joked.
Alex chuckles and looks at y/n's body, that's finally been revealed.
He licks his lips and runs his hands over the farmer's chest. He playfully squeezes his husband's pecs. Y/n gasps and swats the athlete's prying hands away.
They both laugh. But Alex doesn't give in, and his hands find the farmer's chest again.
"You can't stop me from touching my favourite pillows," Alex teased and leaned in to kiss y/n's chest.
Y/n chuckles and runs his hands through Alex's hair.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Alex purred as he kissed his way down to the farmer's pants.
The farmer closed his eyes and leaned back. His hand is still in Alex's hair.
Y/n lifts his hips so Alex can remove his pants and underwear.
Alex takes his time. He kisses y/n's hips. His hands wander over the farmer's thighs. His touch is gentle. Comforting even. His fingers gently massage soft circles into y/n's thighs as his lips trail down, leaving a warm path in their wake.
"Alex, please, I want to feel you before I pass out." Y/n pleaded.
The sportsman chuckles and sits up. "Alright, gimme a minute." He said with a chuckle as he started to strip.
Y/n watched eagerly, his dick slowly waking in his lap.
Alex reached towards the nightstands and pulled out the lube and a condom.
The farmer reached out to take the condom so he could put it on, but the athlete spots him. "N, no. I'm doing all the work today."
Y/n is about to protest, but he gets interrupted by Alex opening the pack of condoms.
He shuts his mouth and lies back.
Alex gently rolls the condom onto y/n's dick and gives it a few strokes. The farmer moans and closes his eyes.
Alex adds lube to his fingers and lubes both of them up so he can sink down onto y/n better. And when he does, they both moan in sync.
"You make me feel so good, y/n." Alex moaned and wasted no time.
He lifts his hips just to immediately sit back.
Y/n's hands find Alex's hips. His lips part, and his eyes try their best to stay open.
"Alex." He moaned as his hands tariled up to grab the athelete's ass. "Your hands are so perfect. They know just how to hold me." Alex purred as he kept bouncing.
Y/n lifts his hips to angle them just right to hit his husband's G-spot.
"Oh, you know just how to handle me." Alex moaned as he threw his head back.
"You're so good to me. So perfect. I knew you were the right one for me." He moaned as one of y/n's hands found his cock and stared stroking it.
Alex chants praises at his husband as his knees get weaker and his bouncing starts to stutter.
"You're so good to me. So god damn good." Alex moaned as he collapsed on top of his husband and climaxed.
Y/n wraps his arms around his husband and fills the condom with his own climax.
"I love you so much." The farmer said with a whine as he buried his face in the athlete's hair.
Alex smiles tiredly. "I love you too, y/n."
They lazily clean up before they snuggle up under the covers. Limb tangled with limb, heartbeat matching heartbeat, they both hold each other like it's all that matters.
And just as 2am hits the clock. Y/n passed out.
Alex chuckles and kisses the farmer's forehead before he lets sleep take over his body as well.
when the function got the exploration of alex slowly embracing his sexuality 😋😋😋
tags: top male reader, soft dom reader, reader described as strong thanks to farm work
★ you coming into his life already shook him up too much. the idea of someone actually wanting to talk to him without endlessly praising his athletics (not that anyone really does it, he just fantasizes about it ofc). the idea of someone caring about aspects of him outside of his fitness. he’s just not used to that sort of authenticity in his world.
★ small displays of the functional strength you’ve developed on the farm really stirs some feelings up inside him that he’s not ready to address.
★ he once saw you haul massive flour bags over your shoulder and practically throw them around as if they were nothing. he spent the rest of that day wondering why he wished he were one of those bags instead.
★ eh, he’ll just brush off those feelings as jealousy and a new competitive spark rather than… y’know… deep-seated attraction he’s not ready to face.
★ fast forward through some slow burn, will-they-won’t-they? type romance between you too…
★ once you two got together and your relationship grew more and more serious, he really started to wonder what it would be like to sleep with another man. hell, he never even had enough experience with a girl, let alone with a guy. luckily for him, he was bold enough to let one of these questions slip every now and then. it catches you off guard a lot since he will ask at some random ass time and the questions themselves… let’s just say he doesn’t hold back.
★ the last thing alex expected himself to be is submissive, let alone a bottom. in fact not too long ago, he would’ve adamantly denied such an idea. but damn… the way you kissed him and how you touched him so confidently even just through his clothes. how could he not relinquish control?
★ the man’s weak to well-rounded experience. what can i say?
★ the moment you laid him down in your bed and started stripping off his clothes for the first time, that’s when he thought “oh shit. this is really happening…” thankfully you were attentive enough to notice his anxiousness and calm him down.
★ after long moments of gentle kisses down his body and slow foreplay, he relaxed a bit.
★ poor baby is so unaware of how gay sex works; he didn’t even know he would have to be prepared first and assumed you could just go for it. so imagine his surprise when he watched you lube up your fingers and told him they were gonna be inside of him. he was even surprised that you put a condom on, assuming that this type of sex “didn’t need it”
★ when you pushed your fingers inside him for the first time, he was squirming so much. he had to hold onto your sturdy arms and shoulders to ground himself as he felt his hole get stretched around your fingers.
★ he is so talkative, going on about he “can’t believe there’s something inside him like this” and how “crazy good it feels.” but eventually all his talking turns into senseless moans the more you finger him. when you brushed against his prostate for the first time, he nearly screamed and was so close to cumming on the spot.
★ however, you being inside him for the first time was nothing like what he could’ve imagined. the slowly stretch of your cock and just the overwhelming fullness of it all. once you were fully in and the pain settled into a really nice sensation, that’s when he became an absolute mess under you, whimpering and moaning on your cock. it’s no wonder he came so soon after that.
★ you asked if he wanted to stop for the night but he insisted on continuing, really underestimating how sensitive he would be. you eventually obliged and started fucking him properly.
★ if he wasn’t loud before, he definitely is now. it’s a good thing you two decided to do this in your farmhouse rather than his place…
★ he’s for sure back to being talkative… though this is definitely more like blabbering. as you fuck him, he’ll go on and on about how good it feels, how overwhelming it is, and how much you’re filling him up.
★ god forbid you try to praise him or whisper something soothing to him. combined with your practiced thrusts, that’s almost enough to make him cum a second time. not to mention your own gasps and moans from feeling how tight he is around your cock.
★ he reaches out to grab onto your back, digging his dull nails right into the skin. pitchy moans would leave his mouth as he tells you he’s about to cum. he was barely able to finish his desperate warning as he cums. his eyes roll back deep while his legs shake around your waist.
★ of course, you can’t last much longer with the way he’s cumming on your cock so intensely. you soon follow up with your own orgasm, cumming inside the condom while buried deep inside of him.
★ another thing that surprises him about having sex with you is that once you two have recovered, you pamper him so well with aftercare. he basically falls in love all over again.
★ he’s definitely sore and limping for a couple days but once he’s better, he’s more than eager to try more with you.
IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 the thing that got me back into working on this wip is me and my friends finally returning to our farm we unintentionally left behind in october💀
Can any monster absorb/take a human soul? If so, why didn't a Froggit or something try to kill Frisk and either become a god or be a hero by bringing the soul to Asgore? Additionally, if Flowey was planning to take Frisk's soul when they first meet, and if he's following them around the underground, couldn't he have just killed them at any other point for their soul?
(undertale spoilers)
According to the game, yes.
Any monster should be able to take the soul. However, whenever Frisk dies, their soul shatters. This is presumably a defense mechanism of their determination that allows Frisk to load at their last save point. Thus, no monster can take Frisk’s soul as long as they are determined to go on.
Flowey wanted to take Frisk’s soul at first, but that plan was scrapped when he realized he no longer had the power to reload. He explains this to Chara in the genocide route.
FLOWEY:When I saw you in the RUINS, I didn’t recognize you.I thought I could frighten you, then steal your SOUL.I failed.And when I tried to load my save file…It didn’t work.Chara… Your DETERMINATION!Somehow, it’s even greater than mine!
Realizing that Frisk now has the power, Flowey doesn’t waste time with trying to kill Frisk again until he gains more determination, thanks to the human souls at the end of the neutral route. He even tells Frisk that he does not plan on killing them when Frisk exits the Ruin with no kills.
FLOWEY:Or will you give up entirely on this world……and let ME inherit the power to control it?I am the prince of this world’s future.Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide.This is SO much more interesting.
It may not be clear, but Flowey calls Frisk “my little monarch” because Frisk now has the power to SAVE and LOAD, making them the ruler of this timeline. (Frisk had also been briefly adopted by ex-Queen Toriel, making them – in a sense – royalty.) Thus, “regicide” refers to killing the monarch, Frisk.
In short, it’s thanks to Frisk’s determination that their soul is not taken by any monster. If you’re interested in knowing how Asgore was able to collect any other human soul before, feel free to read this theory post.
Synopsis : Eddie's curiosity got picked when he read about a few summer camp programs that focus on music, allowing the participants to learn how to play any instruments they want. He decides to try it when his uncle point out one of them mentions the possibility of playing in a small gig on the last week.
Reader : male (he/you)
A/N : pt. TWO
Eddie had saved enough money for that one summer camp Wayne told him about. Despite not being interested at first, not believing there would be one made for people with "different" music taste, Eddie finally caved in. He had planned to go with the other members of Corroded Coffin, hoping he'd get his band to play with him during that gig mentioned in the brochure.
But sadly, only he could attend this summer camp. Grant got himself a summer job and refused to quit since he needed the money to buy a new electric bass, Jeff was away visiting his family and Gareth's parents were not too fond of the idea. So Eddie went alone.
Not wanting to feel the loneliness of their empty home just yet, Wayne accompanied him to the bus station, adding it was also not safe to leave his van there for a month and a half, unless he wanted it to get stolen. He was happy Eddie would get to leave Hawkins. Even for just one summer. He would get to enjoy himself without worries and without the sour faces of his other classmates.
The man glanced at him, a bit amused at how Eddie refused to let go of his guitar, holding it tightly with one hand to make sure it wouldn't fall over and get scratches despite being wrapped up with protections. Taking care of it since the first day he got his hands on the instrument. He looked at the bag of clothes by the boy's feet.
"You make it look like you'll be gone for only two weeks. I ain't gonna drive to another state to bring you more, got it ?"
Although his tone was serious, Eddie knew it was a lie. Maybe he wouldn’t drive to another state but he would still find a way to get him his clothes. He looked at his bag and then at his uncle with a bright smile, claiming he had plenty enough. Seeing he was unsatisfied by his answer he added that if it was bad he'll just come back without wasting any more time there, making him chuckle.
-
Sitting in the bus, Eddie was studying the other passengers, trying to spot any metalheads or people with instruments. Surely he couldn't be the only one going with his guitar.
The ride was long and he had to change busses a few times to finally find his people. Two of them seemed to be friends already, seated together and chatting loudly. Others just made it obvious by their clothing or by having their instrument with them. Eddie couldn't stop turning and shifting around in his seat as he couldn't change places. All of them were too far to talk with him and he was livid and frustrated, pushing his bag on his face as if to stop himself from screaming.
The bus stopped for a few minutes before starting again and Eddie moved his face out of his bag, sitting back normally and wanting to give one last defeated glance to his fellow metalhead campers only to nearly jump out of his skin with a small scream. A young man blocking was his view, staring at him with an equally startled look.
"Are you okay ?"
"Yeah- You were an old woman, like- 2 minutes ago," Eddie says while examining your belongings, quickly catching his breath.
"Pretty sure she left and I took her place while you were in your bag. I promise you I'm not a doppelganger."
You grinned letting yourself fall in your seat. Eddie stared at you with wide eyes before squinting them and finally, he smiled back.
"Are you going 'there' too ?" He says, as if the there was obvious to all. You played along.
"Probably so."
The two of you continued chatting for the rest of the ride and any awkward feelings quickly dissipated. By the time you finally set foot outside you were already building plans to do together. You watched him stretch as he complained he couldn’t feel his ass anymore from so much sitting and you heard what you could imagine to be the camp counselors calling everyone toward them, wanting to make sure every name on the list was present.
After the presentations and visit of the dorms you and Eddie had spoken to almost everyone else. Although you tried to make friends, the two of you were mainly trying to find other people to form a temporary band with to be able to perform for the gig mentioned in the brochure. You’ve each managed to find one person and asked if you could share the same room, seeing some people were already switching places.
-
The summer goes by fast when you’re surrounded by your people. Everyday you got to play with beginners and experienced people, gaining a sense of competitiveness over time to be a part of the group playing for the gig on the last night. Eddie and you had decided to be together, spending most of your time by his side talking about music or your common passion : Dungeons and Dragons. You even created a group with a few other students. Once again, Eddie found himself to be the game master again and decided to do his absolute worst. He claimed wanting to leave a mark in people’s minds, in case he couldn’t do it by being a famous metal band.
You’d spend your days together, talking about music and sharing weird recipes you’d do at home when your parents weren’t there. He had a few to share too, admitting he’d only skip dinner when his uncle wasn't there and if he felt too lazy to make something even if most of the time he mixed cereals with pasta.
You learned about his friends and his band, so you asked him to play some of his. He refused at first, you wouldn’t be able to experience the whole thing because the other three members weren’t there but he finally caved in. Playing for you and the people you shared your room with. You had a band as well, almost everyone here had so you ended up playing your own creation before everyone else around a fire camp.
Electricity was in the air as a rumor was going around about a metal band going to town to play tonight. Everyone wanted to go but it wasn’t possible. The only way was to sneak there and pay with your own money. Not before letting your camp counselor you were sound asleep in your bed and leaving through the window to luckily hitchhike with someone nice enough to drive you to the concert.
Which you did. You were the one who came up with Eddie. Well, Eddie did too but you voiced it first. So many people were there and despite the night you could see clearly with the strong lights. You lost him after an hour only to notice he was in the mosh pit, going absolutely ham.
Your ears were ringing when you got back to the dormitories and almost got caught.
Finally the last days were here and you had to prepare for the gig, choose those who will go on the stage. And almost as if it was scripted, you and Eddie got chosen to play together. Three other people were added and you spent the whole week training together.
It was exhilarating. You almost fell in love with Eddie when you looked up at him from your drums, he was absolutely shining in those stage lights. You would not tell him that. He was smiling so bright, he didn’t care that the people in front of him didn’t come for them yet he knew they would not regret it. He belonged there. Eddie felt the same. He belonged here and so did you. You played so well together and he was glad he got to do it with you. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you drenched in sweat at the end of the gig, hair sticking to your skin as your chest heaved up and down with big breaths.
-
Eddie stared at you when you suddenly got up from your seat to grab your bag from the luggage rack.
"What's going on ?"
"My stop."
Shit. He had forgotten you only had one hour drive from the camp to your town.
"What ?" he looked outside the window to see the bus had slowed down and stood up, awkwardly facing you. "Leaving me already ?"
"Yeah, I can't bear your presence any longer. So, I'm off." you said with a smile as he deadpanned you.
"No, I'm- I'm glad you were here. It was cool meeting ya."
Eddie laughed a bit bashfully at your words before bowing dramatically. Though he felt restricted by the area.
"What can I say, I'm often told I'm the best. And… you were not so bad yourself, [last name]."
He gave your shoulder a slap before pulling you in a tight hug, struggling slightly to not fall over as the bus finally came to a halt. You felt Eddie squeeze your shoulders once you took a step back and grabbed your bags again to follow the people that were getting off the bus.
Falling back into his seat with a sigh he soon spotted you outside and waved at you, smiling when you did the same.
After a few minutes the doors closed, signaling the bus was about to leave and only then Eddie remembered the small paper in his pocket.
Shit !
-
Eddie couldn't stop moving, although he was no longer in a bus, Wayne's car was barely an improvement for his ass after sitting for so long. Luckily, they were not too far from home anymore and soon he would get the freedom of simply standing up.
"So where does he lives ?" Wayne asked, trying to ignore the constant shifting of Eddie.
"I huh… I don't know."
Wayne looked at him in confusion only to see he was looking out the window, obviously avoiding eye contact.
"You don't know where he lives ?"
"It didn't really come up in the discussion."
It was true. He never even thought about it and neither did you, too immersed in your time together to remember it would end.
"Well, you'll be able to ask him through the phone I suppose. Just don't clog the line too much."
Eddie said nothing, only humming not wanting to explain he also forgot to give you his phone number.
-
He had talked about you and your shared adventures to each member of Corroded Coffin, narrating them like big tales. And when he met Lucas, Mike and Dustin, Eddie made sure they knew about you as well. The man that made the summer of 85. Without even meeting you, they grew to like you despite hearing the same stories over and over.
"But I don't understand," started Lucas one day at their lunch table, cutting Eddie off. "How come you were together for two months and never thought of sharing how to stay in touch ?"
Eddie's eyes went to the young boy, staring at him unamused. It's not the first time they talked about this as they apparently found it very funny to bring it up randomly to annoy him.
"Yeah, weren't you, like, attached to the hip or something ?" Mike asked, pointing his fork at him, meat hanging from it only for Eddie to slap it out of his hands.
"Careful, you two, I can make sure none of you survive this campaign." At his words their giggles quickly died down, reminded of the time Dustin almost got written to be only an NPC.
-
It felt weird.
Eddie felt like he was starting to accept the idea of never seeing you again while also finding it absolutely unbelievable.
You just crossed paths and that's it.
While he didn't like to think about it, he feared he would forget you, doubting his own memories at times. He used to be able to hear your voice in his head or imagine you by his side as if you really were there. Although he could still do it, he knew some details were off ; not sure if you were the same height as him or taller. Did he really have to look up ? Were you a personal space invader ?
And your voice, he couldn't hear it properly anymore. It sounded more like an idea, a bunch of words thrown in together to describe it rather than an actual sound in his ears.
It has been a year and while he did not mention you as much as before he was still upset about it, feeling too uneasy to simply move on and forget. You became his friend and he was not going to simply shrug it off.
Eddie had hoped the camp would happen again this summer and that he'd found you by going but sadly it seemed like it was a one time only event.
With an annoyed sigh he roughly replaced the brochure back on its stack, walking toward the alcohol aisle. He had graduated a few days ago and after duly celebrating it, no beers were left in his trailer. Not even orange juice had been spared.
Once he had his cheap packs of beers under his arms he walked toward the snacks, humming lightly along to the songs the store was playing, not noticing someone was staring at him as he kneeled to inspect a bag of chips.
"Munson ?"
Eddie frowned thinking it was someone from Hawkins High wanting to disturb his peace. Looking up, ready to blow them off he instead jumped to his feet when he saw who it was. Nearly tripping on the beers sitting beside him, he would've fell if you hadn't pulled him into a bone crushing hug right away.
"What the fuck are you doing here, man ?" you asked with a laugh, moving back to look at him.
Eddie's hands went to your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze, "Shit dude, I live here ! You, what are you doing here ? How long are you gonna stay ?"
"You do ? I just moved in. Don't remember the street name but huh- fuck, why didn’t you tell me ?"
Are you joking ? Eddie scoffed at your words but his smile didn't falter, "You didn't tell me either ! Jesus- what's your phone ?"
He let go of you, hands desperately digging in his pockets to find some paper or a pen only for you to stop him. He was not going to let this mistake happen a second time.
"Get your chips while I get my sandwiches, you gonna help us unpack. You'll have everything you want there. Phone number, full adress, embarrassing childhood pictures…"
hacklord can't believe it. he doesn't know if he should laugh or be disappointed at his mirror self. this version of him is so useless. always misses his slashes whenever trying to stun him. he doesn't know how this version of him used to be a sword fighter that made a name for himself
each and every version of him is so filthy. so sinful. so corrupted. so useless. but you, no matter which version you are, is always the most perfect version in his eyes. no matter how much horrible you are to him and everyone else
this version of him is trapped in a forsaken realm, where time is practically nonexistent and get constantly killed again and again, with little to no breaks.
but that isn't enough for hacklord, he isn't satisfied. he needs to kill shedletsky himself. which is what he's doing now, he killed shedletsky.
shedletsky doesn't deserve to live, he can't even protect you and brighteyes and keep you both safe. but hacklord knows that his other self is not actually dead as he'll respawn back in the 'lobby'. but hacklord will gladly kill shedletsky again and again. and hopefully also see you again.
you didn't realise that your teammates have already died until you heard the last man standing music playing out of nowhere, probably the spectre playing it to 'hype' the killer and probably also the poor survivor in a sick way.
even though this occurrence has surprisingly became normal to you, to see the dead and barely recognisable body of your teammates, you still can't help but feel uneasy and scared
you spot the generator that's in the cemetery while you were crossing the bridge in yorick's resting place. you quickly dash towards the generator and hastily start completing the generator, to hopefully decrease the timer as always when the generator is completed.
you just hope that the killer doesn't spot you and start rushing towards you to beat your ### up. just as you were praying that the worst doesn't happen, you see hacklord staring at you. making no effort to harm you. just...staring at you
the way he's staring at you doesn't even seem malicious, just in a longing way. you gulp and make no effort to run away just so you can complete the generator, hoping that you don't regret your decision.
you somehow managed to complete the generator in under 5 seconds and get up as you gulp down the bloxy cola like your life depends on it (it does), as you prepare to run away from the killer.
and you ran away. hacklord didn't made any effort to chase after you. how strange...for the whole round, he was only targeting the other survivors, especially shedletsky, never harming you. even if you were literally spawned next to him at the start of the round.
you quickly shook those thoughts away to not distract yourself and continue sprinting away from the killer to the other side of the map
