Includes -> Enjin, Jabber Wonger, Follo Tunito, Bro Santa, August Stilza, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines.
CW -> Brat taming, size difference, pain play, bdsm, praise, body worship, breeding, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, chubby f!reader(not a cw but yeah), dacryphillia.
WC -> 632
Enjin -> Brat taming and size difference, oral (f! receiving. He enjoys having a bratty and bossy girl, but he loves watching the attitude in you fall apart while he fucks you. He likes when you talk back and challenge him teasingly in bed—knowing in seconds you'll be on your hands and knees begging for more of him. Enjin also enjoys being much bigger than you, the idea of his cock being too big for you and watching your tummy bulge when he's burried to the hilt turns him on more than it should. He's also a complete munch, and loves eating you out. It's like a daily ritual for him—waking you up by eating you out. After a long mission? His face is burried between your legs. After dinner? He needs his dessert (you).
Jabber Wonger -> Pain play and sadism/masochism. He's a switch and enjoys being a dominant and submissive—but he's really a masochist and likes pain whether it's biting, slapping, or being edged till it hurts. Jabber prefers you to be the one inflicting the pain on him, but he wouldn't mind the roles being reversed either. He's also curious and willing to try almost anything.
Follo Tunito -> He's honestly really vanilla, enjoying praise and body worship. Follo likes when you praise how good he feels, and wants to worship every part of your body from head to toe. He's overall gentle in bed, and never rough, prefering slow, intimate love making, over rough sex—prioritizing your pleasure over his.
Bro Santa -> Breeding. He loves the idea of cumming deep inside you, and planting his seed inside your womb, staking his claim on you. Watching your tummy grow swollen while your body fills in perfectly is like seeing heaven to him. Bro not only finds it attractuce and alluring, but he finds you utterly magical and brilliant—and that also turns him on even more.
August Stilza -> Aphrodasics, lingere and thick/chubby women. He loves eating special chocolates with you, that warm, fuzzy almost dizzy feeling is like a drug to him. He already acts a fool, so imagine him eating some aphrodisiacs—he's acting even crazier but red faced and needier. August also loves watching you in lingere he made specifically for you, especially if you have soft, plushy curves. When he's fucking you and pushing your legs back, watching your tummy squish makes him love you even more.
Gris Rubion -> Size difference, praise + he's a total ass guy and struggles to hide it. When you walk he can't help but stare at your ass and the way yor hips sway when you walk, he honestly feels terrible about it, but he cant help it. He also loves curves. Gris loves being bigger than you in every way, watching you struggle to take his cock. He'll whisper quiet praises after every little inch you take.
Tamsy Caines -> BDSM, dacryphillia. Oh he's sadistic, and a very teasing dom. He loves the idea of being in charge of you, and telling you what to do. He loves dictating what you do in bed but also likes when you get a little bratty—not minding being a brat tamer as well. Tamsy would tie you up, and tease you for hours, not letting you cum until he says so. He'd punish you when you don't listen as well, but definitely has a safe word for you to use. BDSM isn't just for his sexual relationship with you but also makes it's way into your everyday relationship (consensually. Please dont take that the wrong way lol 😭) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expression—teasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"
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Guess who's my favorite, level extremely easy. 🥹🙏 This took to much brain power for me ugh. 😭
Anyway, thanks for reading! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated and my requests are open !
You sat cross-legged on one of the library tables, a half-finished lore book open in front of you. Sam had disappeared hours ago, he said to take a drive and do a big snack run, Dean went with him, he said for “brother bonding time” but everyone knew it was because he didn't want to do any research. Which meant you were bored. Very bored. Then you let your head fall down due to exhaustion: Thunk. You then woke back up due to the thunk.. But that didn't last long another thunk
“Are you attempting to damage the table?”
You jumped. Castiel stood beside the table, somehow appearing without making a single sound.
“Cas!”
you yelped
“You can’t just do that.”
His head tilted.
“I arrived normally.”
“You literally teleported.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not normal.”
“It is for me.”
You narrowed your eyes. He blinked back. The staring contest lasted a solid ten seconds. Then Castiel quietly slid into the chair beside you.
“What are you doing?”
you asked.
“You appeared distressed.”
“I was sleepy.”
He nodded seriously.
“As I said. Distressed.”
A sleepy laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Castiel looked oddly pleased with himself (but also confused) The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.
Well.
Comfortable for you. Castiel seemed to be studying the room as if he’d never seen a library before. Eventually he spoke again.
“Dean informed me a while back that humans often alleviate boredom through some activities.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He reached into the pocket of his trench coat. You weren’t sure what you expected. An angel blade? A heavenly artifact? Instead he produced a small, crumpled piece of paper. You stared.
“What’s that?”
“I conducted research.”
The way he said it made you immediately suspicious. Castiel unfolded the paper. Written in uneven handwriting was a list.
Thing to do with significant other.
You covered your mouth.
“Oh my God.”
“I found the information on the internet.”
“Of course you did.”
Castiel pointed at the first item.
“Movie marathon.”
The second.
“cuddling.”
The third.
“making out.”-
You completely lost it.
You chuckled
“making out?! we are not doing that!”
“The website rated it highly.”
“Cas, what website?”
His eyes shifted away.
“That is not important.”
“It is extremely important. it may have been written by the thirteen year old who barely got into a relationship!"
That somehow made it even better. You laughed so hard your sides hurt. Castiel watched quietly. Not confused. Not annoyed. Just… watching. As if your laughter itself was something worth paying attention to.When you finally settled down, you wiped tears from your eyes.
“Okay cas, we can cuddle”
You smiled
Castiel blinked.
“You wish to participate in the activity?”
You snorted.
“Cas, you make it sound like we’re signing a contract.”
“I do not understand.”
“Yeah, I know.”
A small smile tugged at your lips as you slid off the table and grabbed one of the blankets from the closest in the motels room, these damn rooms were always cold. You tossed the blanket onto the bed and sat down.
“Well?”
Castiel looked at the couch. Then at you. Then back at the motel bed .For a moment he appeared to be calculating something extremely complicated. Finally, he sat down. A good three feet away. You stared.
“Cas.”
“Yes?”
“That is not cuddling.”
His brow furrowed.
“It isn’t?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
He considered this information carefully. Then he scooted approximately two inches closer. You laughed.
“That doesn’t count either.”
“How much closer is required?”
“You’re the one who did the research.”
He sighed
“But, when people cuddle, one would hold the other"
He then nodded and got extremely close to you..
“There.”
Castiel looked down at you as he wrapped his arms around you, one around your waist and the other stroking your hair. Then he nodded.
“I believe I understand.”
“Congratulations.”
You chuckled
“Thank you.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It rarely was with Castiel. The angel simply sat beside you while you pulled the blanket over both of your laps. A few minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. Eventually, you're not sure when, but you two were now laying down, your head on his chest. You were warm. The kind of warm that made your eyelids feel heavier than before. The angel immediately froze. He felt you get heavier and noticed you stopped making little movements to get comfortable. Castiel froze completely. Not the normal kind of stillness he did when he was observing something. This was different. This was the kind of stillness that suggested he was actively trying to decide whether he was allowed to move at all.
“You are… heavier than before,”
he said carefully. You let out a sleepy hum against his chest.
“Thanks. That’s usually how gravity works.”
“I am aware of gravity.”
“Sure you are.”
…
“Cas, you’re thinking too hard.”
“But I didn't say anything?"
“you didn’t have too, your body is tense”
“Uhm, yes, sorry”
You hummed after that. The room went quiet again, the motel’s air conditioner rattled in the corner, struggling like it had given up on life years ago. Somewhere outside, a car passed, headlights briefly sliding across the thin curtains.Castiel looked down at you. You could feel it more than see it.
“You have stopped moving,” he said.
“I’m comfortable.”
“That is… desirable?”
“Yeah.”
Another pause.
“I believe I am also… comfortable.”
You cracked one eye open.
“Cas, you sound so awfully formal. Just relax.”
“I am trying to be accurate.”
“You can just say it feels nice.”
His brows knitted together slightly.
“It… feels nice.”
There was a beat of silence after that, like he was testing the sentence in his mouth. Then, softer:
“It is… unusual. But not unpleasant.”
You shifted slightly, curling closer into him without thinking. His arms tightened instinctively in response just a fraction, like a reflex he didn’t fully understand yet. He noticed immediately.
“You moved again.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“to get comfy.”
His hand moved again, this time slower, resting more securely against your back. He didn’t pull away. Progress.You let out a quiet breath.
“You know,”
you mumbled
“for someone who fell from heaven, you’re really bad at relaxing.”
“One; I did not fall from heaven, I simply followed rules that were given to me and I followed. two; I am not bad at relaxing.”
“You absolutely are.”
A pause. His arms got heavier on you and his body almost sank into the bed.
“am I improving?”
He said in an almost whisper tone of voice that made you smile into his shirt.
“Yeah I’d say you’re at like… level one.”
“What are the levels?”
“I don’t know. Sleeping without looking like you’re guarding the gates of hell.”
“I have led armies, not guard, there's a difference .”
“Same energy.”
He didn’t respond right away. Then, very seriously:
“But in your terminology, I am not guarding anything right now.”
“See? Don't you feel relaxed already?”
The silence that followed was softer this time. Less uncertain. More settled. Castiel’s fingers moved slowly across your back—not quite a pattern, not quite aimless either. Like he was learning texture through repetition. Learning you. Every so often, his hand would pause, like he was double-checking that this was still allowed. You didn’t move away. Eventually, his voice came again, lower than before.
“When Dean and Sam return, will this be… acceptable behavior?”
You snorted softly.
“They’re gonna make fun of you.”
“I do not understand, why do they make fun of me?”
“It’s just what they do.”
A pause.
“…Will you stop?”
You opened your eyes fully now, tilting your head just enough to look up at him.
“Stop what?”
“This.”
His hand shifted slightly on your back, like he meant the whole situation and didn’t know how to name it properly.You shook your head.
“No.”
That answer seemed to land heavily in him. Not bad. Just… real. His grip tightened again, just a little.
“Good,” he said simply. A beat. Then, quieter:
“I would prefer this to continue.”
Your chest felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the blanket.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Yes.”
He looked down at you again, and this time he didn’t look like he was studying you like a puzzle. More like he already had part of the answer and didn’t want to lose it.
…
An hour and a half later, you were fast asleep, the boys had come back and they walked into the motel room, Sam’s voice echoed faintly.
“Dean, I swear if you bought chips instead of food again—”
Dean yelled something back that didn’t sound like food at all. The normal chaos of the world trying to come back in. But Castiel didn’t move.
He adjusted slightly,carefully —deliberately and this time, when he held you closer, he didn’t let go after checking if it was allowed. His voice came once more, almost like a confession he didn’t fully understand.
“May you two quiet down?”
He asked quietly
“Oh yeah? And why's that angel?”
Dean asked, turning to look at him, and Dean's smirk fading away
“That- that's-..since when were you two a thing!?"
“For a while”
“And you didn't tell us!?”
“Actually dean, I knew, it was pretty obvious”
“No it wasn't!”
GENUINELY I'm SOOOOO tired, I wrote this yesterday but didn't feel like posting it, but here it is now....hope y'all enjoy
also I'm so sorry if there are any coloring mistakes with the dialogue :P
drug dealer ghost taking care of someone way younger than him. the guilt eating him from the inside out. he knows he shouldn't be anywhere near them and they definitely shouldn't be handling drugs this way. ruining themselves at such a young age. yet. despite all that. they were the only one he ever led into their apartment. letting them sit on his lap. spoiling them.
trying to ignore the little noise in his head that said this is wrong, you're a goddammed creep. but the way their light weight pressed against his. their head resting against his chest. feeling their slowly rise and fall. it stirred something deep. maybe it was the fact how naive they seemed to the fact that he was probably grooming them.
did he really care? not really at least. as long as he kept them shielded from ever knowing the truth. they seemed rather happy getting spoiled. the way the bounced off the couch and into his arms. their arms clinging to his neck before their legs wrapped around his waist. and fuck. looking up at him with those big fucking trusting eyes. to say he didn't love the way they looked at him was an understatement.
even when ghost pressed on with personal and intimate questions. they answered right away. anything. they were young. parents definitely didn't know how to do their fucking job correctly. he knew he was twice as bad to feed into this.. thing. to even encourage it. but fuck if it didn't make his cock feel good. how gentle and soft they were against him. innocently pressing their weight against his hardened cock.
he vowed to himself he wouldn't touch them. at least not now. maybe not ever. he couldn't bare to touch something so innocent and vulnerable right there in his arms. the thought of what he'd actually done would eat him alive. would kill him. for now it remained gentle touches. pressing kisses on their forehead or caressing their back whenever they had a bad fight with their parents.
he fucking meant it. he'd do anything for them. even if it meant keeping his desires in check. a couple of touches here and there wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
(Might be a bit ooc sorry) (also not proofread.. like at all lol)
1 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's definitely a bit distant at first, seeming to hold you at arms length for a while till he's genuinely comfortable. Tamsy doesn't just date and love anyone, so if he dates you, you're definitely special to him and he'll lay off on his um.. tendencies when it comes to you.
2๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's a bit playful, enjoying scaring you by creeping up behind you silently, or genuinely popping up out of no where. He's literally a nuisance and is annoyingly good at scaring the actual shit out of you.
3๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 100% lets you play with his hair, whether is braiding it, combing your fingers through it or even just brushing it for him. He finds it soothing in a way and will let you mess with his hair for hours.
4๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tamsy isn't a green flag by anymeans, he's definitely jealous and controlling. And its anything but subtle, is another man flirts or even looks at you the wrong way, he gets upset. And he's definitely the type to give you the silent treatment, not talking to you till he decides otherwise.
5๋࣭ ⭑⚝ (I got this idea from someone else, and i forgot who OMG) He likes to literally lay on top of you, like flat on you to the point where you can't move, and will laugh when you complain or struggle.
6๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he likes to share music with you, listening to music together is definitely something he enjoys a lot. And he'd definitely tease you if you like a song that he finds corny or annoying.
7๋࣭ ⭑⚝ his love language with you is quality time and physical touch. He's not touch starved by any means, he could really care less, but he's practically glued to you more often than not.
8๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He had this very intense stare and will sometimes stare into your soul from across the room just because he likes to watch you squirm.
9๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's definitely a listener, and wouldn't mind listening to you yap about whatever you want.
10๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he purposely leaves his belongings in your room—clothing, jewlery—just so he can see you wear it later. He definitely..definitely wants everyone to know your his.
๋11๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's extremely observant and smart, if something is even slightly off with you he notices immediately and questions you in private.
12๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Condescending. He is so condescending and mocking, if your tired or annoyed or irritated he'd speak to you in the most mock sympathetic way ever, 'oh you poor thing'. (🤤🤤 he lucky hes not real)
13๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he would definitely use pet names like 'angel' 'love' and 'sweetheart'.
14๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's a bit more traditional in a way, he doesn't do hookups or one night stands, and he's more dominant leaning. (Not misogynistic by anymeans, pls thats not what i mean by this 💔💔) he's kind of like and old soul.
15๋࣭ ⭑⚝ You're the only person he'd share his cake with.
He's such an odd guy tbh
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𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, fingering, slapping (enjin spanks reader like twice and reader slaps enjin once), p in v, cowgirl, brat taming (if you squint hard enough).
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Enjin's feet thump against the floors at HQ heavier than usual—anyone on the floor below would easily think a large animal is trotting around HQ. But no, it's just Enjin in all his over-tired glory.
He passes the bathroom, humidity and the smell of your shampoo fills his nose—eyes immediately opening wider. Like the mere sense of you behind the door just woke him from his slump.
An idea forms in his mind and he smirks, knuckles rapping against the door lightly. “Y/n…?”
You startle inside the bathroom, the water sloshes around you in the bathtub. You were taking a nice, relaxing bath and of course Enjin just has to bother you. Rolling your eyes you huff and glare at the door—like he can even see the bratty look on your face.
“Ugh, what?”
He laughs lightly and leans against the door for a moment. “Mm, can I come in? Pretty please?”
All he can focus on now is the smell of your shampoo, and the way you probably look in the bathtub. Hair damp, and skin wet the bubbles in the bath covering the intimate parts of your body like a tease.
You groan and almost roll your eyes again, of course he wants to disturb your relaxation time with his obnoxious ass. “Why should I let you come in?” You question, tone slightly annoyed. Well, you wouldn't actually mind if he came in—you just hated to admit that you want him around all the time as well.
Enjin huffs and without asking again he pushes the door open, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
You jump slightly and gawk at him. “I didn't say you could come in!” You glare up at him, sinking further into the tub to hide away from him.
His gaze falls on you hungrily, smirk widening as he ogles you. “Why not?” He teases, tilting his head to the side. “Can I join?” He steps closer to the tub, peering over the edge at your hidden body—gaze tracing the curve of your shoulders and collarbone. “Please?”
You wanna tell him no, and kick him out of the bathroom. But before you can protest he speaks up again. “C'mon baby, please? I had such a long…tiring, exhausting day. I just wanna spend some time with my beautiful girl.”
You huffed slightly, was he really trying to guilt trip you now. You rolled your eyes, feeling exasperated. Maybe you wouldn't mind a bath with him. Even if he was currently bothering you right now during your relaxing bath.
"Okay.. you can join." You mumbled quietly, letting out a little sigh.
He smirks down at you, knowing he successfully guilt tripped you into letting him join you. He slowly slips off his shirt, revealing the black and red ink that adorns his arms, back and shoulders down to his collar bones and chest.
You glanced up and down before looking straight up at him—and God... That smug look, the way his eyes were pointed down at you, it made you feel small, and also vulnerable.
You weren't completely sure if you liked either of those feelings—but you knew it made you feel undeniably warm and fuzzy. You were naively in love with him. Not naively because he would ever do you dirty or something, but because you've felt that warm lovey-dovey feeling for him since the moment you laid eyes on him.
You pouted at him and looked away, keeping your eyes on the cold, hard wall beside you like it was much more interesting than his godforsaken...godly… sexy body. Ugh, you're not even supposed to feel this way for him.
Ew.
Gross.
Where's your dignity? You wonder. You roll your eyes again, knees pulled close to your chest in the warm steamy water. "Can't you hurry up?" You clicked your tongue, letting out an exasperated huff. "Before the water gets cold." You took another glance up at him, eyes narrowed.
Gosh, he thought you were absolutely adorable. With your exasperated look and pouty lips. He can't help but think about how you'd look with your lips wrapped around him. He quickly shakes that thought out of his mind and strips down—pulling his pants and boxers down leaving him completely bare.
Enjin gets in the tub behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him. You hate how warm and comfy he feels, how his arms around you feel like a protective barrier that makes you feel vulnerable yet safe. Safe like nothing in the world could hurt you—he wouldn't let it happen.
You lean back against him, closing your eyes soaking up the silence and warmth of his body against yours in the warm water.
He smiles seeing how calm and relaxed you look against him—his hands rubbing up and down your waist before pausing just under the soft swell of your breasts.
“Always puttin’ up a bratty fight just to melt like this.” He murmurs against your ear, voice smooth yet slightly raspy and low. His nose gently brushes up the side of your neck, stopping at your hair. “C'mon, turn around f'me, baby.”
His hands wrap around your torso just below your breasts trying to turn you around slowly. You groan and swat at his arm. “Ugh! No, I don't wanna turn around and see your boner.” You complain, furrowing your brows and opening your eyes.
Enjin lets out a small laugh and presses a soft little kiss against your neck. “Tch, that's not why I'm askin’ you to turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, mkay?”
You shake your head in protest and lean back against him more. “No, you're ruining my relaxation time.”
Raising a brow, he rests his hand against your inner thigh under the water. “Uh huh.” He hums, tilting his head as he looks down over your shoulder. “That's why you're melting into me right? Because I'm ruining your ‘relaxation time’?” His fingers teasingly trace lines up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. “Please turn around.”
The way he said it? It was more like a plea than an order. It made between your legs throb slightly—you tried your hardest to ignore it though huffing and puffing about how he's ‘pissing you off’ and you're gonna ‘kick him out of the bath’.
“You're the one bothering me, Enjin. Don't tell me what to do.”
He could feel you shiver against his touch, and it was only a matter of time till you gave in, too damn needy for his touch like he knows you are. “I'll piss you off all I want as long as it means you talk to me. So turn around.”
He wasn't above begging, that's for sure.
“No, Enjin…just relax, jeez.” You huff, trying to relax against him, but his touch was seriously distracting you from doing so. “I swear I'll kick you out.”
He couldn't deny that your brattiness turned him on, whenever you got pissed at him, or bossed him around, or whenever you had that damn pout on your lips like you do now. It made him undeniably hard, he was unable to control it.
“Kick me out, really?” He laughs, nipping at the side of your neck before moving his hand. He palmed between your thighs with no hesitation.
The warmth of his hand pressed right against your pussy, making you jolt in reaction. “I think this is what's bothering your relaxation time, sweetheart. You're so pent up.” He murmurs teasingly against your ear, feeling the pulse of your cunt against his palm like a damn heartbeat.
You gasp, eyes opening immediately in response. “E-Enjin…I never said you c-” You're cut off by a small whimper as you can't help but buck your hips against his palm.
“What were you saying, hm?” He croons into your ear, grinding his palm against your pussy.
Your eyes shut in frustration, brows furrowing as you desperately tried not to buck your hips against his palm. “Fuck you.” You whimpered—pussy throbbing on his hand.
Enjin's smirk was lecherous, pressing his palm harder as if egging you on to rub yourself against his palm. “Fuck me? Yeah, that's what you want?” His free hand gently pressed against one of your breasts, kneading the fat in his hand slowly and sensually. “Or is that cute lil pussy talkin’ for you now?”
Finally, he dragged his fingers through your folds and circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “That's not what I said, you—hng!” You moaned, head tipping back in pleasure as he rubbed your clit perfectly with his middle and ring finger.
Enjin laughed, rough with arousal and amusement as he watched you squirm helplessly. His fingers circled faster, while his free hand squeezed your breast harder. “Keep lyin’.” He taunted, voice dropping low as his teeth nipped at the nape of your neck. “We both know that bratty attitude ain't foolin’ no one.”
His free hand on her breast pinched your nipple and let go, snaking up to wrap around your neck. “Admit it or I'll stop.”
You couldn't hide it anymore, lips parting as moans fell freely now. “N-no!” Your back arched as you began to whine and plead. “Nonono, don't stop! Please…” Hips bucking against his fingers as your hands squeezed into his thighs underwater, nails biting into his skin.
His grip on your throat tightened slightly, just enough to elicit a small gasp from your pretty lips. “Good girl. That's it, cum for me.”
Enjin's hips bucked forward—letting you feel how hard his cock was. The curve of his big dick rubbing against your ass like a promise. He couldn't help but moan into your ear, feeling your legs begin to shake as his cock throbbed against your ass.
Your orgasm came quick, thighs tensing up as your hole fluttered around nothing and your swollen clit throbbed against his fingers. “Fuck, ‘m cumming-!” You cry, legs pressing together as his fingers guide you through your orgasm.
He pushes your thighs back apart and pats your pussy gently making you jolt from the sensitivity. “Good girl…”
“See how much easier it is when you just behave? You were being such a brat a minute ago.” He teases, gently moving his hand away from your cunt.
“Mm, let me ride you and I'll stop being a brat.” You grumble, shifting as the water sloshes around your body.
Enjin bursted out laughing. “Oh, yeah?” He taunted again, smirking against your damp skin before pressing soft, wet kisses all over the column of your neck. “Shoulda said that before you started sassing me like a little shit.”
God, he loved this so much, when you'd get all soft and willing just for him. Pliant like such a good girl. His hand slid up from your neck to your jaw, tilting your head back till the back of your head pressed against his shoulder. “Say please.” He crooned, patting your thigh with his free hand. “And then I'll let you ride this cock till ya see stars.”
You whimpered, staring at the blank ceiling. “Please.. please.” You begged, tone all whiny and needy just how he liked.
“Louder.” Enjin demanded, grip on your jaw tightening slightly while his hand on your thigh slipped up to land a sharp smack to the sensitive skin—splashing water up. “Say it like you mean it.”
You whine as he smacks your thigh, jolting against him as you squeak. “Please!”
“There we go…”
His voice is infuriatingly smug, nipping at your neck one final time before grabbing your hips. “Up.”
He used his hand to pat your hip impatiently, gently pushing your forward. “Turn around.”
You scramble up and turn around quickly before dropping onto his lap, thighs straddling his hips in the tight space of the tub. Your hips immediately grind up against his cock—feeling how hard he was for you.
Enjin groans and tips his head back against the edge of the bathtub, large tattooed hands grabbing at the fat of your hips. “You gonna ride me like a good girl, sweetheart?” He asks, head tilted up at you. You nod sweetly, and sink your hand under the water, searching for his cock.
Once your hand finds the base of his cock, your fingers curl around him and guide his fat, throbbing tip toward your entrance. His tip is leaking a clear-ish precum that you swipe against your cunt before pressing into your hole. You slowly sink down—he exhales heavily against your lips and you inhale sharply.
He sighs in pleasure and leans in against you, pressing soft lazy kisses against your lips—eyes slowly shutting as you melt into each other.
You tilt your head, kissing him back as you push your hips down further, feeling him slide deeper and deeper. His cock is almost too big for you, despite how many times you've taken it. He's big, long and thick stretching your orifice as much as he can.
His tongue slips into your mouth, kissing you deeper as his hips buck up—pushing his cock deeper inside you. You moan against his lips, hands resting on his shoulders to pull him closer.
The air is hazy, almost intoxicating. The room smells like you, your shampoo, your lotion and perfume. It fills his nose like a drug and intoxicates him so he becomes addicted to you. All of you, your voice, your attitude, your face, your body…your tight ass pussy that he can't help but daydream about when he should be working.
God, and now that he can sink his cock deep inside you, it makes him feel complete. You're all he needs in the chaos of the ground. His anchor to reality when he's too reckless. His reminder that he has someone who loves him through and through despite her bratty little attitude. You.
He pulls away and looks into your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you so much.” He murmurs, hands loosening on your hips as you settle around him—getting used to his size penetrating you deeply.
“I love you too.”
You begin to move, hips lifting and dropping back down. The water sloshes around, some splashing out of the tub and onto the floor. Neither of you care, too focused on how each other's bodies feel. Your movements start slow, just soaking up the way he fills you up—but they quickly turn sloppy, losing their rhythm.
Moans fill the room, mainly yours except for Enjin's hushed groans. Your hips lift and drop faster, harder feeling every inch and vein of his cock. The way he fills you, the way he smells, the way he feels. It's all too much, making you whimper and moan his name louder and louder.
Enjin's hands move from your hips to your ass, grabbing and feeling the fat of your ass spill between his fingers. His hands guide you up and down his cock, slamming you down harder each time. “Fuck, baby just like that. Ride my cock, ride it like you own it.”
His words spur you on further, he's amazing at dirty talk and praise, sometimes even degrading. But all it does is make you wetter, turn you on more than what you are. “S-soooo big..” You whine, practically choking on your words as he drags you right back down on his cock
“Yeah?” He teases, smirking as smug as ever as he bucks his hips to meet yours in rough thrusts. “Mm, I think I get it now. You're all pent up baby, that's why you were being such a stuck up little brat. You just needed dick to make you feel better.”
You groan and narrow your eyes at him, walls fluttering around him. His words equally pissed you off and turned you on, you just wanted to slap him. So…you did.
Enjin smacks your butt and thighs all the time, so what's the difference, right? Your palm hit his cheek, not hard enough to genuinely hurt him but enough for his head to turn to the side. You couldn't tell if he was pink from blushing, or pink from you slapping him.
Enjin's eyes widened in actual shock, smirk fading, he didn't expect that—but he didn't hate it. He actually sort of liked it, he'd definitely let you do it again. The sting on his cheek made his cock throb wildly in your tight cunt.
He groaned, tilting his head to look back at you again, smirk creeping right back onto his lips. “That's how it is, huh?” He asks, pulling his hand back to land a sharp slap to your ass. “You're just gonna keep being a brat.”
You whimper, picking up the pace of your hips before Enjin grabs your hips, holding them tightly as he slams his hips up into yours. Your poor battered pussy taking all of him roughly. His tip kisses your cervix with each deep thrust.
Tears pool in your eyes out of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your arms wrap around his neck, now letting him do all the work of pounding your pussy into oblivion.
“I'm gonna c-cum, Enjin!” You cry out, biting down onto the skin of his shoulder. Your walls squeeze him tight, trying to milk him dry as your orgasm washes over finally.
Enjin tips his head back, hissing as you squeeze him so damn tight. “Fuck, you're milkin’ me, baby.” His hips stutter as he slams in one last time—his cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums.
Thick, silky ribbons of cum fill your insides in short spurts—filling you to the brim with his babies.
Enjin's grip loosens finally, going slack against the tub again. He doesn't say anything for a while—just relishing in the feeling of you fluttering around him faintly now.
You lay against him, head on his chest, fingers tracing his tattoos innocently like you didn't slap him mid-sex. Which you totally didn't get why he looked so shocked, he spanks you all the time. What's wrong with the roles being reversed a bit?
Enjin smiles softly now, too tired to have that damn obnoxiously smug smirk, and looks down at you. “Mm, you keep squeezing me like that and you're gonna rip my dick off…” He mumbles, letting out a small sigh that's equal parts amused and exhausted.
Rolling your eyes you lift your hips, pulling him out of you. His softening cock smacks his lower abdomen before he wraps an arm around you and pulls you right back against him. “Mm, but I wouldn't mind if ya slapped me some more. That…that was hot.” He admits.
Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face against his chest, closing your eyes and huffing. “Just… shut up.”
He laughs and presses a kiss against the top of your head. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, sweetheart.”
(The butterfly divider i used is by uzmacchiato, all dividers i use are on my pinned post.)
I saw someone on tiktok say that this song, Butterfly by Crazy Town, reminded them of Enjin and it hasn't left my head since 🥹
I think i am gonna start naming my fics just to be more organized, but the names are prob gonna be song based, like this one.
Anyways ty for reading, reblogs and comments are appreciated 💕
Tamsy who can't help but tie you up with his tokushin and tease you till you cry, beg and shake. Fingers rubbing rough circles against your clit, not letting you cum no matter how much you plead.
He's so condescending, smirking down at your face covered in tears—whispering degrading and praising things all in one sentence. He laughs when you struggle against the blue ropes, using his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears with faux sweetness.
"You poor thing." He whispers, though theres not an ounce of sympathy in his tone—just a cruel, sadistic pleasure watching you cry for him.
Between your legs is sopping, hole dripping and messy all for him. His fingers covered in your slick, circle your clit smoothly—teasingly.
Tamsy leans down and kisses your cheeks, licking away your salty tears soothingly. His hand leaves your overstimulated pussy, resting on your stomach now instead. He loves the way you cry in frustration, hips desperately trying to buck and rub against nothing.
"Uh-uh...maybe you can cum later, angel." He murmurs, leaving you tied up at his mercy as he kisses down your neck.
This was requested! (Let me start naming my fics so my masterlist doesn't look so ass..)
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- PRETTY BABY -
𖹭.ᐟ Enjin x f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: Backshots, praise, reader is spanked once.
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 1k
𖹭.ᐟ requests are open !
The room smells like burnt tobacco, sweat and a fading cheap cologne. The air around is dizzying, almost intoxicating.
Enjin's palms grip firmly on the fat of your ass, pulling you back on his thick cock for the nth time. Your face is shoved in the pillows, gripping the white fabric as you bite down—hushing your moans as his cock fills you.
He sets that brutal pace again, the one that makes stars burst behind your eyelids as your moans get harder to muffle.
“Mm, don't cover your moans, pretty.” He teases, removing his hand from your ass and grabbing your hair. Your head finally lifts from the pillow—eyes rolling back as the sting of his fingers pulling your hair sends tingles through your body.
You let out a loud moan, gripping the pillow harder as he ruts his hips against your ass, making an obscene wet sound.
“Yeah that's better—good girl…” Enjin croons, reaching around with his free hand to rub your swollen clit.
The sensation immediately makes you let out another moan. Drooling slightly your fucked-out brain barely lets you form a proper thought other than Enjin. His cock, his smell, the way his skin feels against your, his voice—the way it's teasing and almost mocking.
His expression, pleasured yet still smug. He made you go stupid on his cock—almost making him tease you, but he holds back, focusing on aiming his cockhead at the perfect spot against your gooey walls.
It's like Enjin has mastered the art of knowing every inch of your body—what makes you quiver and moan, what makes you feel content, what makes you feel a little embarrassed or shy. Gosh, each time he fucks you, or eats you out he somehow get better, like he's learning little things about your pleasure each time.
It's infuriatingly attractive—he really pays attention, and cares about what pleasures you.
That alone makes you wet, but also makes your heart race and feel warm. Your walls flutter and clench tightly around his cock as he finds that perfect spot again, making your jaw go slack as moans leave your pretty lips.
“Feels that good, hm?” He grunts, still smirking like a smug jackass. He leans forward against your back slightly—grinding his cock against that spongy spot. His hand in your hair moves to your jaw, pressing two tattooed fingers into your mouth, hooking them into your cheek.
The sound of his hips hitting your ass fills the room, cock pounding deeper with every thrust. He wants you to feel every throbbing inch of him, he needs you to feel how badly he wants you. How you make him feel—what you make him do to your poor battered pussy.
He groans when you clench again, hips stuttering slightly. “Fuck—y'do that with your pussy again and ‘m gonna cum, baby.” Enjin moans, moving his hand from your clit and slapping your ass, watching the skin redden slightly.
You yelp, biting down on his fingers subconsciously, eliciting a moan from him. “Hey, watch the teeth…” He complains lightheartedly, not doing anything about it though—just continuing to ram his fat cock into your dripping pussy.
You can feel your orgasm teetering, feeling that white heat fill your lower tummy. “F-fuck! Enjin—hng!—I'm cumming!” You cry out against his fingers, your walls spasming around his cock. Your cries only spur him further.
Enjin's fingers leave your mouth to press against the small of your back, forcing your back to arch further for him. “Yeah? Cum for me then, right now.” His tone teeters on authoritative, making you wetter and wetter. Your arousal coats his cock and drips down his balls as they slap your clit.
And when your orgasm hits? You're body quivers and your walls spasm around him. You cum hard, crying out and saying his name over and over. “H-hah, En—Enjin..”
He smirks, rubbing your back soothingly. He gives you a moment before picking the pace up again, chasing his own release. “You cum so pretty, baby.” He praises, despite not being able to see your face.
Enjin's cock throbs as he gets close, muttering curses while watching your pussy swallow up his cock. “Fuck, look at that… gonna make me cum so deep for ya.” He mumbles, rambling on about your pretty pussy, and how well you take his big dick.
His rambles begin to slur slightly as his orgasm builds up. He might be pussydrunk—but he'd never admit that, sober from your warm heat or not. "Goddamnit..."
His thrusts grow sloppy and messy, slamming to the hilt one final time as he moans louder. He cums hard and a lot. Sticky gossamer fills up your cunt in warm spurts, hips grinding against your ass before he pulls out.
You lay on your stomach, limbs sprawled out after only god knows how many rounds, how many times he made you cum like that with his fingers, mouth and his cock.
Enjin's infuriatingly good at sex, and that makes you jealous. Because no ones just good at fucking out of no where, obviously he's dicked down other chicks.
That thought that decided to fill your hazy mind after he pulls out makes you pout at him quietly. Cheek against the pillow while you look back at him, expecting him to know exactly what's on your mind without you saying.
His head tipped back slightly, eyes fluttered shut as his tattooed chest rose and fell slowly. Fuck he's gorgeous of course. Wait, no you're supposed to be pissed at him over this, even if it's a little illogical.
He finally calms, his heart beating at a normal pace now, looking back down at you—gaze trailing up the curve of your ass and the arch of your back with an appreciative look. His gaze lands on your face, noticing the pout.
“Hmm?” He raises a brow. “What'd I do now?” He asks, laying beside you and pulling you close to his chest. “Talk to me.” Enjin's arm wraps around your waist as you rest your head against his chest.
You huff, it's so damn hard to be irritated when he's all sweet and cuddly like this. But, you know what you're thinking about is dumb, and you shouldn't even worry about it. So, you mumble quietly, “Nothing.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, sure…” His hand flattens your hair against your head softly, holding you close as he kind of internally worries about all the things he might have done to piss you off.
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Thank you for reading :)!
Ive been wanting to write fluff more. I think I've only written fluff once or twice (holy fucking gooner). But I want to so I get better at it 🙏
Anywayyy tyytyy, comments and reblogs are heavily appreciated <3
Could you do a Follo x Reader Nsfw fix, please? So like reader is a cleaner who like a chill person but gets super flustered in relationships, but she secretly has a hair pulling and bitting king, she likes getting her body marked up and hair pulled on. And also has a BIG secret Breeding kink, Lile she wants a baby and stuff. If please, make that the fix and include some fingering, size difference and aftercare please! In short, cleaner reader wants a cute baby that looks like follo, and kinda (full on) begs follo not to go soft on her, with soft aftercare and a little snip of a pregnancy headcanon. Please and thank you!!!
You don't need to write this if you don't wanna I won't pressure you, don't worry! PS: You seem like a amazing person personally to me cause you page and stuff seems great!
Yes ofc ! ♡
𖹭.ᐟ follo x f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, doggy style, fingering, breeding, slight fluff at the ending
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 2.2k
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“You want me to do what?!” Follo whispers incredulously, staring into your eyes like you just asked him to commit a heinous crime. In his eyes you may as well have. That list of kinks you just gave him shook him just a little.
Pulling hair. Spanking. Breeding, ect..
Sure, they weren't too crazy, and he wasn't as innocent as he looks—but he was afraid of accidentally hurting you, or doing something wrong. On the other hand, his pants felt painfully tight just imagining it.
A smile plays on your lips and you tilt your head in a soft manner. “What? You heard what I said.” Your hand curved around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “C'mon pleaseeeee?”
He sighs softly and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, hands coming up to carefully cradle your cheeks. “I can't say no to you.” His voice a gentle murmur against your lips. His gaze drops to your lips, the soft, gentle curve of them—it's nearly hypnotizing. “You're so pretty, honey.”
A light pink dusts over your cheeks, humming against his lips—you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft kiss. Follo sighs against your lips and settles between your legs, his hands traveling down your cheeks and every dip and curve of your body. He grasps your hips, dragging you closer gently while deepening the kiss—pushing his tongue past your soft lips.
“I don't want you to hold back on me.” You murmur, the sound of your voice muffled against his lips as your hands leave his hair to trace down his spine. He pulls back from the kiss and groans slightly, still worried about hurting you despite the aching urge in his cock to give in to your every whim. “You're sure, baby?”
You nod, grabbing the back of his shirt and slowly bunching it up to try and take it off him. He sighs wearily and takes off his shirt revealing his bare chest and torso to you. His head dips back down to press a soft kiss to your cheek while his hands pressed under your shirt, lifting it up and revealing more and more of your soft skin. “You're so perfect.” He murmurs, pulling your shirt off over your head, tossing the fabric mindlessly to the side.
For a moment he just admires you, admiring every soft curve, the way your skin looks under the dim light. It's undeniably sensual—it makes him want to handle you like something fragile, despite your clear want and need for him to be rough. Follo was normally very polite, so imagining him being rough, especially with someone he cared about so much, felt nearly impossible even with his promise to be rough like you asked.
He groaned softly and tugged down at your shorts, watching the fabric slip down your skin, showing off the panties you were wearing. Fuck, his cock felt harder, straining against his pants—throbbing just to be inside you. He couldn't help but whimper a little, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. His hand slides down to your thigh, spreading your legs apart—fingers tracing along the hem of your panties.
You let out a small moan, glancing down at him, watching his fingers inch closer and closer—dragging over your clothed pussylips, tracing up your slit before circling your clit softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes dart up to your face, watching your expression carefully—seeing how your brows furrow in pleasure. He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, pressing down on your clit more.
A breathy whimper leaves your lips, bucking your hips—trying to get more friction. “H-hey… I said, be rough, not tease me.” You whined, a small pout on your lips. Follo laughed quietly, smiling before taking his fingers off of you. “Okay, okay.” He relents, dragging off your panties with a small tug—watching your hips lift for him and your legs spreading open for him.
He chokes back a moan seeing your dripping pussy, his gaze tracing your slit, the way your wetness and arousal drips down slowly. Biting his lip to muffle any sounds he rubs down your thighs till he reaches your folds. Carefully he spreads them with his thumbs, watching the way your hole flutters around nothing.
“You're just so… beautiful.” He murmurs, like he just can't say it enough. It will never be enough, to him words can't describe how gorgeous you are to him, from head to toe and especially when your cunt is dripping for him. A finger begins to prod at your hole, slowly, slowly pushing in without warning. He groans at how tight and wet you feel around his digit.
His hands aren't huge, he's not as big as the others in general—standing at a slightly above average 5 foot 9. He wasn't huge, but bigger than you, and his fingers were big enough to stretch out your tight pussy. Each time his calloused but gentle fingers push inside your honeyed cunt it feels like the first time all over again, warm and perfect.
A moan leaves your lips, quiet yet whiny and high-pitched, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers as he adds a second digit. The pace picks up, his fingers curling meticulously to hit your g-spot—tearing another louder moan from your chest, the sound almost guttural.
Your back arched, grasping his shoulders while arousal dripped from your cunt down to his fingers. Each curl and thrust of his fingers splashed wetness across your thighs and his wrist—the sight was erotic.
The aching growing bulge beneath his pants twitched, straining hard against the thick fabric—he whimpers, rubbing his crotch against your inner thigh while plunging his fingers in and out of you.
His brows furrow, looking down at you with something that can only be explained as carnal desire—and so very amenable to your every demand and need. Something in him snaps, his eyes are filled with more than just that desire, it's a mix of things, love, infatuation…lust. His fingers slip out of your sloppy hole before moving to haphazardly take off his sweatpants and boxers.
His cock springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen, just below his belly button. His reddish tip leaking a clear gossamer.
Your lips part at the sight, trembling at how he's looking at you—looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.
Follo, often seen as polite, and even altruistic sometimes—but now, he's like a different person, not churlish, but almost debauched. It makes you quiver, but it also makes you wetter. It makes you want him more—and to actually go through with what you asked. Rough you up a bit, and fill you with his babies.
His free hand slipped under your neck, tangling in your hair, smashing his lips up against yours. His kiss was firm albeit gentle all at once, pulling you close to press his bare chest to yours—tongues tangling together sloppily.
While his kiss grows messier your arms wrap around his torso—nails scratching down his back, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit.
He swallows your moans, groaning as he pulls away—gazing down at your face he smirks slightly. “Are you sure you want all this?” His head cocks to the side curiously, making sure that you really want what you asked for—if you'll really take what he dishes out.
“Yes.” You mewl, growing impatient. You just need him so badly—whining when his cock presses against your cunt.
A small laugh leaves his throat, reaching down to grab your waist and flip you over onto your stomach as he mumbles, “Okay, okay baby. Don't get angry at me.” His voice is a soft but a low drawl, the gravel in it from the lust obvious. He grabs your hips and lifts your ass into the air–pulling you onto your knees with your face against the pillows.
You look back at him, biting your lip to muffle an impatient whine—watching while he aligns his cock with your entrance, prodding at your tight hole before pushing in. His eyes practically roll back, watching your pussylips swallow up the tip of his throbbing cock. He groans, hips stuttering as he grabs your ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“So fucking tight…”
His hips buck forward pushing deeper, and deeper till he bottoms out. You mewl at the sensation of being filled up by his cock, fingers curling into the sheets as your walls tighten around him. He slips one of his hands down to the back of your neck, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making your arch on his cock.
The sting of his hand yanking your hair hurts, but it makes your pussy flutter around him. How much wetter that makes you becomes obvious to him, seeing how your arousal already begins to drip down to his balls. He pulls back before slamming back forward, setting a rough pace—one hand on your ass, squeezing and pulling you back on his dick while the other pulls on your soft strands of hair.
Your sweet, mellifluous sounds fill the room, egging him on to ram into you harder. You cry out, ecstasy filling your body as his cock reaches all your gooey, sensitive spots. Your fingers clenched further against the sheets. Yanking your hair back further, he pulled you up—pressing your back to his chest continuing his messy, unrhythmic thrusts.
“You feel so—hng!—fucking good!” He slurs, completely and utterly pussydrunk—addicted to the way your tight, spongy walls squeeze him dry. “Gonna cum so deep, f'you, baby.”
He grunts, landing a sharp slap on your ass, the sting and vibration elicits a cry from your lips—a debauched, needy cry. The way he ruts forward unceremoniously, like he can't fucking stop even if he wanted to.
“Yesyesyes, d-don't stop!” You sob, tears pricking in your eyes as the tip of his cock bullies deeper, hitting your cervix. You nearly choke on your moans, back arching against his front. “Please…please cum inside me.”
He whimpers at your pleas, his hips stuttering against your ass—feeling how good you flutter and clench around him. Your body fits perfectly against him, you're perfect for him. His hand on your ass reaches around to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he is. He can't help but imagine how you would look with your tummy round and full of his baby. It just made him want you more.
His hips pounded forward harder, gasps leave his lips as he presses sloppy wet kisses against the side of your neck below your ear. Tugging your head back further by your hair to bare your neck to him, his tongue swipes a long sloppy line from the junction of your shoulder to your ear.
Your walls spasm around him, a telltale sign you're oh-so close to that impeccable brink of ecstasy. He smirks, biting down on your neck, pounding his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Your arousal coats his cock, the creaminess of your pussy drips down his balls—heavy as they slap against your clit.
“Cum on my cock, baby.” He whimpers against your ear, the sound enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, thighs trembling, cumming hard against his cock. Your walls spasm as your orgasm wracks through your body—squirting on his cock, dripping all over the mattress.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, his cock throbbing inside you like he might cum right now, but he holds back as much as he can. Relishing in your cries and the way you clamp around him. “You're gonna milk me dry, pretty.”
Follo desperately tries to hold back his own release, but he can't—slamming forward, lecherously chasing his release. His moans and whimpers are lewd, dropping his hands to your hips—letting go of your hair. Your body gives out, laying against the mattress with your ass up in the air just for him.
Gripping your hips bruisingly hard, his hips pound against your ass one final time before cumming silky gossamer inside your hole. He pants heavily, grinding his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. In hopes of reaching your womb.
He pulls out, watching his release drip from your puffy cunt. He immediately pushes it back in with his fingers.
You let out a fucked out whimper, looking back at him. His eyes soften immediately, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. The action is a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Though, meant to be soothing and gentle. “Was that good for you, pretty girl?” He tilts his head curiously, albeit looking tired with soft half-lidded eyes. His fingers slowly pull out of you and rest on your thigh.
“Mhm.” You reach up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay with you.
“Let me clean you up first.” He stumbles up, letting go of you to grab a towel. Padding back over he settles beside you, turning you over onto your back and spreading your legs. He gently wipes up the mess between your legs before tossing the towel.
You pull him back to lay with you again, bringing him close. His arms wrap around your waist allowing your head to rest carefully on his chest. Turning on your side you take his hand and place it on your stomach. “Let's have a baby?” You tilt your head, mimicking his curious expression earlier.
Follo smiles softly at your cute expression, kissing your cheek and then your lips he nods.
“Yeah."
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I almost never see anything of Follo, oh em gee he's such a cutie. 🥹 He's too underrated
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and so are requests !
