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butter :)

[kenzieluvsnanami]

ramadan, lent and chinese new year all on the same day... multiculturalism FTWWWWWW

[disturbyakuya]

kensei helps shûhei fuck you // nsfw

“deeper, please!” you gasp, tears of frustration swimming in your eyes. the dull ache inside you has reached a sort of stasis, neither ebbing away nor engulfing you.

shûhei’s overstimulated cock ruts into you, his ramblings a mess of incoherent whines. his gaze isn’t even focused on you: it’s desperately seeking the approval of kensei, who’s furrowed brow and twitching left eye convey his immense disappointment in his lieutenant.

“this won’t do,” kensei mutters to himself. two strides and he reaches the bed. “when she says ‘deeper,’ you give it to her.”

with an almost casual flex of his toned arms, he pushes your thighs into your chest and holds them there in his punishing grip. you and shûhei both moan simultaneously at the new angle and his hips stutter as he sloppily continues to thrust. after suffering from his torturous, failed ministrations for so long, the relief of an orgasm has you seeing stars.

“oh, fuck,” shûhei whimpers as he follows close behind, fucking you both through your orgasms. he pants over you, hair slick with sweat, a small smirk forming when he notices the combined mess of your releases leaking out of your ruined pussy. “did i do good, captain?”

kensei palms himself through his trousers. it’s apparent he’s been painfully erect the whole time, but is able to exhibit restraint when most would crumble instantly. “you can do better,” he responds, eyes fixated on your heaving chest. his lieutenant looks crestfallen. “i’ll have to show you how to please this pretty pussy myself.”

kensei’s cock is hard and angry when it springs free and slaps his stomach. refusing to remove his stare from your reddened, puffy folds, he runs his fingers through his hair and pushes the other man aside, offering him a brief, condescending glance. “hisagi, be a good boy and watch her take me.”

shûhei gulps audibly, although his cock starts to stiffen and twitch in his trembling hand. “y-yes, captain.”

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supporter!reader walking in on tamsy getting his back blown out by corvus for a day off but they lowkey fujo out and join in instead of running out….

[psychodeliccs]

just imagine modern! tamsy (or even just tamsy) piercing your tongue for you

"say 'ahh'."

"tamthy jutht pierthe the phucking tongue alreahy."

"so impatient."

and the little shit is tsk-tsk-tsking while ignoring how the sexual tension between him 'n you is thicker than a brazilian lady in hot summer, the meanie :(

"will you jutht sthick 'a damn thihng in alreahy!?"

"kinky."

aauugfhdhshh tamsy pls let me hit

[cheeseboy382]

Jolly Tamsy

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i love your work i kinda read your tamsy thing whenever i need motivation to write ok bye ily *runs away*

ily

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mmmmm i wanna write for enjin but i feel like i don’t have his character or personality down at alllll and i hate ooc writing ugh.

gris too. i swear you think they’d be the easiest to write for but maybe i can only write for crazy characters because i’m crazy…

[suduzer]

Quit Edging!

Synopsis: August needs you so badly, but he won't rip the clothes he made.

INSPIRED BY A POST FROM @sickabutter <3

Cw: handjob, edging, gn!reader

You made him so excited wearing his freshly made clothes! He just had to kiss and lean you against his messy work desk.

But there was a problem...

He couldn't just rip your nice clothes. that's a total boner killer! Hearing fabric rip is like nails on a chalkboard. But the edging was unbearable, It was getting to a point where you started to take your clothes off yourself, but he insisted you were too rough.

"A-august, seriously, you're driving me crazy..." That applied to both of you. Your back was starting to hurt while he fidgeted with all the buttons on your shirt.

Seriously, why did he add so many buttons?

He finally got the last button off and tugged it up slowly. His hands shook as he bit his lip. "FINALLYY~!" He let out a whine, folding the shirt neatly on his lap and throwing his arms around your midriff, kissing your chest and stomach. "Shouldn't you take off my pants too -" he let out another loud whine, "I COULDNT TAKE THAT MUCH!" He buried his tear-stained face into your bare skin, moaning into your side as he pressed his chest against your clothed crotch.

You could tell he wanted friction just as much as you did, but he couldn't bring himself to do that with the thought of tearing something. "... Let me help you." You tried prying him off you to get to the front of his clothes, but he just squeezed you tighter. You let out a groan, "Unzip your overalls, August!" He stood up, grabbing your shirt and putting it next to you on the table before stretching himself out over your body and reaching in, grabbing the zipper and pulling it down swiftly.

He was staring into your eyes through his now crooked glasses that barely sat on his nose. He was feeling your hand slide down his shirt, finally stopping at the waistband of his underwear, reaching in and grabbing his rock-hard cock. He jolts forward, the glasses falling and hitting your chest. "HAA- FUCKkk~...!" He slammed his hand against the desk below you and pinned you against it and his body. Before you could even complain, you felt a liquid coat your hand. A moment of silence passes. All you can hear is his now quiet voice breathing into your neck as he comes down from his high. Suddenly, he sits up.

"DAMN IT I GOT EVERYTHING DIRTY!"

You blinked at him.

That seems like an exaggeration...

"It's fine really, it all got on my hand." He scrambles grabbing your wrist and removing your hand, "IT MIGHT BE STAINED!" He stares down at his pants and then at your hand. Your eyes widen at how much is on you as it drips down onto your bare chest. You lick what's on your hand, kissing the tip of your stained finger and sitting up to stretch your still sore back.

Now he's already out of the office and around the corner before you can say anything.

"ILL BE BACK STAY THERE!"

This guy will be the death of you

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HELLOOOO

[sickabutter]

supporters get stressed too… / 18+

gris is the type of person to not want to be rough with you but can’t help it, not when you feel so good clenching around him. he’s strong, too strong for his own good. he couldn’t live with himself if he ever hurt you, but his body moves on his own once he gets pent up. he can’t stop the way he’s forcing your head down into the pillow while he plows everything weighing him down into your sweet little cunt. he can’t deny how his eyes keep drifting back to where he left marks on you the next day—how seeing them makes him get hard all over again, then he gets all pent up again and needs to make new bruises on your skin.

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follo, on the other hand, unapologetically takes out his stress on you. he’s growling a harsh “stop moving,” into your ear while grabs at you as roughly as he wanted to grab everyone that pissed him off that day. it gets sooo annoying and stressful being a people pleaser all the time, he’s so glad he has you to choke and mark up. he can’t keep it up for long though, soon his low groans turn into breathy sighs and he buries his face into the side of your neck. “‘msorry, ‘msorry… didn’t mean it… love you so much…” he’s whimpering as he kisses and licks your neck. it’s okay, it always feels better when he’s ranting about his day in your arms after he milks himself dry with you.

a/n: sowwy been busy :( i swear i’ll post more!

[eunkuni]

ノ[ 𝟏𝟖+ ]ㅤtamsy baby traps you . . !

it goes back to just about three days ago. the first time you ever really interacted with little dear santa happened to be helping him fix a broken piece of tech he found. you’d spent 20 minutes showing him how to solder a tiny connection. just as tamsy came in, leaning against the doorframe to watch, the boy’s project sparked to life. all three sets of eyes widened as the little boy rolled up his baggy sleeves and reached his palm out for a high five.

it was just a simple act of kindness. a wholesome one. yet it made him imagine just a little too much. how would it feel to see you helping out your own child instead? god, one that looked just like him? maybe while another one of his is cozy in your belly too? it’d be perfect.

it would have plenty of benefits too. the few times he brought it up, you always shot the same excuse over and over: “babe, this is the pit. i’m not raising a baby here.” 

well, according to tamsy, it was quite the opposite. he believed it would keep you safer. you’d be occupied indoors with a baby all day. protecting you from the outside would be tamsy’s responsibility. 

and that’s how you found yourself here. all glassy-eyed and hands clawing at tamsy’s arms as he’s sloppily drilling into your cunt. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your spongy, warm cunt. 

it’s the first time he’s in there raw. luckily it didn’t take much to get in either. you always ask him if he’s wearing a condom—a small precaution. and you did the same today. all he needed to rasp out was a quick “ ‘course, angel.” it’s just a little white lie, you won’t know that though, will you? you’re too wet to notice if he’s actually wearing one anyways. it has your starving pussy stretching either way.

the uneven gasps and winces pulled out from you echoed off the walls. the thought that this could give you a permanent symbol of his love drives him over the edge. you’d be bound to him forever. it’s too much for him. all too much. the way you wince and lock your legs tighter around his waist whenever his tip repeatedly nudges your cervix. fuck, if this keeps going he might just—

“f-fuck, don’t let me pull out” he buries himself to the hilt with one last guttural groan, his load filling you up as he tries to push in more so it won’t leak.

it’s not long before you feel his cum sticking to you. “tam, condom! wh-where’s the condom?” you shake tamsy by the shoulders, concern taking over you.

oh yeah, that’s right, he lied to you. “the condom . . yeah. yeah—i-i think it ripped,” he says sheepishly before pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sorry, angel.”

EXCUSIVELY ON © EUNKUNI — all rights reserved.

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I literally can’t stop going back to your Tamsy and Jabber fics PLEASE write more of them it’s so good🥹

THIS IS SO NICE TY!!!! i have so so many ideas but have been rlly busy… i’ll get to posting soon!!! sorry!!!!

[sickabutter]

thinking about august who needs your clothes off and to be inside you so badly, but he’d rather die than rip the fabric so he’s meticulously undoing buttons and zippers and trying not to cry or explode because it’s taking too long and his hands are shaking from pure need.

#NEEDTHAAAT

[sickabutter]

900 notes on my jabber drabble, 600 on the tamsy one, and 55 followers???!! tysm i’m so happi!!!!!!!!!

[sickabutter]

mean tamsy ‘cause i’m ovulating / 18+

tamsy’s long hair fell around you like a cage, leaving you to look at him and him only as he loomed above you.

he held your eyes as he thumbed the ampallang piercing at the flushed pink tip of his cock. he made a show of it, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips parting to let out a sigh as he touched himself, the teasing flicks and traces turning into full strokes up and down his pretty cock.

“it’s new, do you like it?” his voice slithered into your ears like something addictive. “it fucking hurt. soo bad, but don’t you think it’s worth it?” the words came out breathy as he picked up the pace of his hand, the other gripping the sheets of his bed. “you like this don’t you? watching me touch myself while you’re bound by my tokushin and can’t do a thing?” he smiled wildly, leaning in with that crazed look of his.

“you’re addicted to my cock, isn’t that right? ‘s that why your messing up my bedding like that? because my angel wants tamsy’s dick sooo badly but can’t have it?” he cooed, the hand pumping his length faltered for a second.

the glint in his eyes didn’t change but his smile fell. his free hand suddenly gripped your jaw so hard it stung. “i’m asking you so many questions but you haven’t responded to a single one, that’s rude you know? just because i gagged you doesn’t render you mute.”

your eyes widened, your body instinctively struggling against your bindings but instead being held more still. “sshorry! yesh! ih lihke it! ih’mh ahdditcted to tamsshy’sh cock!”

he didn’t have any sort of reaction other than mild disappointment. if it weren’t for his cock pulsing in his grip you would’ve thought he didn’t like the sound of you humiliating yourself.

“… what? stop giving me those eyes. you think i’m gonna praise you for basic manners? you’re even more pathetic than i thought.”

he leaned back, his hand working on his cock again. the slick sounds made your whole body ache to just take what you want, but you couldn’t, and that just made tamsy even harder. his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, lingering on where blue yarn held you open and immobile for him and where it was stuffed into your mouth.

“the piercing. do you think it’ll hurt while i’m inside you? or will it feel so good you’ll lose your mind? i’m sure it doesn’t matter to you, little painslut.”

“ghhghk— ‘m not ah paihnshlut—!”

“oh?”

you didn’t even see his hand move. all you felt was the stinging, intoxicating pain and the loud crack! noise tamsy backhanding you made.

and then you felt a gush of slick drool from your traitor-ass pussy.

“ah fuck— look at that. that’s not normal you know? only desperate, eager, masochistic little painsluts get this wet from being slapped.”

“tamssssyyy…” you whined, your body trembling with the desperate need for any kind of attention to your weeping cunt.

“shhh,” he hushed, his grin came back, this time less manic. “listen, i’m gonna make myself cum looking at how pretty you are for me. t-then i want to feel this piercing scraping the back of your throat until i cum again, after that i’ll untie you.” he promised, voice like honey on top of all the stinging. “then i’m going to watch you struggle to make yourself feel good until you beg for my help because—fuck—no one makes you feel as good as me, right?”

you didn’t answer, you just kept leaking and crying while imagining everything he was about to do to you. oh, it excited you. it excited you so bad.

“what did i tell you about not answering me? anyway, after all that i’ll finally let you come. unless i change my mind of course. how’s that sound, angel?”

“nghhgh—perfect.” his fingers twitched around his cock when you said that. then they sped up, an erratic, violent pace.

“hah—ahshit- have i really broken you? or do you actually like me—like this—that much?”

his voice started to crack, eyes rolling back into their sockets. both his tells for when he’s riiight on the edge.

“‘m close… i—hah—love you too, angel.”

a/n: a lil’ something bc i fell in love w tamsy and im writing something else with him atm nd wanted to post one more thing before writer’s block hits & i scrap it. this is soo self-indulgent and maybe ooc i hope at least one other person likes this. okay i’m yapping bye 🧛🏾‍♀️.

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girls only want one thing, and that’s semiu grier to degrade them while being fucked stupid on her strap.

[lxnarphase]

ooouf, pervy!roommates toji and reader who do the nastiest shit with each other and say its just in the name of science

toji, who loves groping you while you watch tv, saying its just because your tits are free stress balls, but he's so focused on how your nipples start to get hard, the way your thighs squish together

you, who keeps putting your hands down his boxers because your hands are cold, but it always turns into you feeling him up, getting him to tug his boxers down a bit as you play with his cock, cheek smushed against his chest as you complain about how heavy his dick is, and gaze in awe at how his stupidly fat sack barely fits in one hand

toji, who has you pull down your panties so he can compare how warm your pussy is compared to his dick, enjoying the way you squeal when his cold ass fingers cup right over your mound, muttering in your ear how cute it is that you've got a chubby little cunt, and that he'd have to spread open to really get a good look at all of it.

you, who thinks its funny to slingshot your panties at toji right before you shower after humping your pillow, knowing that theyre still sticky and wet with your slick, masking your embarrassment with a cocky laugh as you tell him to have fun since your panties are the closest he will ever get to pussy (and you know its not true, not true at all)

toji, who thinks its just as funny to have his door wide open as he strokes himself with said panties, head behind his head as he loudly groans your name, seeing you walk by and trying not to look at him, but stopping you in your tracks when he asks you to bring him a drink

you, who thinks its fine to bring him a glass of water as he's mid stroke, sitting down on the bed next to him and striking up conversation as if he isn't looking you up and down, groaning when he realizes your still shiny from the fresh coat of lotion you rubbed on yourself, muttering under his breath how much he'd like to fuck those soft thighs, before going back to listening to whatever bullshit you came up with as an excuse to sit near him

you know, just two roomies being perverts

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ohhh im gonna nut

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thinking about ulquiorra who’s just so fascinated with how human you are. every microscopic twitch in your face conveys an emotion, every single one with its own cause and effect inside you mind.

he felt something akin to obsession as his eyes gazed into yours, watching how your pupils almost swallowed the color of your eyes as he gives you hope of something, anything that would give you the ‘joy’ you speak of. then feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he crushed the hope, fixating on the dark center of your eye shrinking back to size.

he wants to know everything. which is why he spends hours teasing you. with his hands, with his mouth, with his body. just to see what reaction you have when he bites your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to sting. he wanted to hear the noise you made when he dragged his tongue up your thighs again.

he’d kill to see the face when he slid his cock into you for the first time again. he’d kill to hear the noise, to know what caused it. why it made you feel like that, why it made him feel like that. his thoughts get clouded with it, the way your lips part to let out a moan, the way your toes curled in pleasure, the way your eyes rolled back until he could only see the whites. it felt like someone took control of his body and the only command given was “move.”

he doesn’t realize how bad it’s gotten until he hears himself. how he pants softly into your neck, slowly creeping in volume until they’re needy groans. he couldn’t see it himself but he could feel his face moving, the twitch of his eyebrow, the same parting of his lips.

ulquiorra, who’s so fascinated with just how human he gets while inside you.