Cw: kinda smutty so mdni, sorta spoilers for non manga readers but not too bad, mention of drinking
Enjin’s birthday outfit is for him AND for you! His tall, tattooed self in this one size too big black dress shirt left unbuttoned from mid chest showcasing his body art. A singular black chain he found while cleaning some trash beasts, August fixing it up for him so it’s not so dingy anymore. Nice black pants that actually fit him, the only pair he’s got that do. And some nice shoes he wore during the doll festival, ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’!
He comes in all cheeky smiles and eyes honed in on you. His pretty little wifey ready to go spend the night dancing and drinking and enjoying your man in all his glory. And to show off of course because he did leave a life of womanizing to be “ball and chained to a beauty like you” even though in his mind he feels more at peace with you than any other person. His person. His other half. And hey, maybe one day he’ll find some beautiful junk and have August turn it into a ring for you, maybe he’ll try extra hard that day, and maybe he’ll have the courage to tell you how much you truly mean to him. Maybe he can tell you all his secrets sooner than he imagined.
The night of loud music, grinding after one too many drinks, and many shouts of ‘Happy Birthday Enjin’ finally dies down with his lips and hands all over you, you climbing him like a tree, and lots of your own melodies of moans, groans, and occasionally knocking into things. Enjin makes sure to tell you he loves you not only with words but with passion and vigor! A way to tell you how it feels to be loved by you, touched, and held by you. He was so handsome that night, chained shining against his tattoos and swinging with every thrust. Your nails and cries christen his skin and bless his ears. His heart and yours beating in time with another. Waves and waves of orgasms, he totally never thought about cumming in anyone any time before you but the way you say his name, the way you’ve got a vice grip on his cock, and the way you look like an angel sent to cleanse his very soul, he just wants to fill you as many times with his seed until he really does have kids of his own! Wow, he’s never imagined that before either; you really bring out the most in this man, and on his birthday no less! It’s the best sex of your life and surprisingly enough he agrees. The connection you have is through the soul and nothing can change that.
A/N ::: I'm so fuckin' pissed at Tumblr right now. I had everything all done and the fucking thing wouldn't post. So, here's the bare bones of what I had.
MDNI UNDER THE CUT
THIS IS SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. IT'S FLUT. PLEASE JOIN ME IN ADDING THIS TO THE READILY AVAILABLE TAGS.
I LOVE THIS MAN. I NEED THIS MAN IN SO MANY WAYS I'VE LOST COUNT.
PLEASE ENJOY THIS. GIVE KAFKA THE LOVE HE DESERVES.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING.
WC ::: JUST OVER 800.
"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt.
"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back.
"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic.
"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."
You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you.
"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am."
Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast.
"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words.
You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior.
He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything.
Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.
"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."
You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.
"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.
Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.
"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.
"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.
Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.
"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.
"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.
"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.
"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.
You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.
"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.
"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick.
He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?"
You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did.
"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?"
"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."
He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.
You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.
"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.
"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.
icon for another pa character of mine, flut! koralle's caretaker. do you know how hard it is to anthromorphize a dondozo? incredibly. i've spent a literal year reworking their face.
Ben Barnes drabble anon booootttttttth please please pretty please some fluffy smut ❤️
Christmas Delights
Ben Barnes x Female Reader Drabble
Well? Ben can't be the only menace around here...
WARNINGS: Smut (18+), bondage and gagging, oral (f), mentions of sex, fluff, flut ahahah
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
"Ben." You whisper into his ear.
He doesn't move.
You run a finger down the expanse of his back, and you giggle as he gives a little shiver.
"Benjamin." You sing his name.
He lets out a low groan and you move to lie beside him.
He's lying on his front, arm wrapped around his dark red pillow, keeping his cheek pressed to the soft surface. Unbelievably adorable, even in his sleep.
"Mister Barnes, you have to wake up, it's Christmas."
A little smile grows on his face as you kiss his cheek.
He still doesn't move so you begin to pepper his face and shoulders with little kisses.
You call him every variation of his name until he finally opens one eye when you give him a stern "Thomas."
"Darling, it's Christmas, why are you waking me so early?" He asks softly, unable to ever be irritated with you for waking him with kisses.
"Bennyyy, it's Christmas and I'm excited." You say with a pout, "I worked really hard on your gift."
He turns over with a flop and reaches for you, grabbing your hips and pulling your body onto his.
He hums in bliss when he feels your body cover his. In the distance, there's 'Jingle Bell Rock' playing softly on your speaker. He laughs at your leashed excitement.
"You're not going to let me go back to sleep, are you?" He murmurs with a smile.
"If you really want me to let you sleep, I will." You say, kissing his bare chest, "Otherwise, no."
"What's in it for me?" He asks, his cock swelling at the dirty thoughts running through his sleepy head.
"Anything you want, Ben. Ask and it's yours."
He groans, considering the implications of your words.
His arms squeeze you tighter.
"Give me ten minutes and I'll be right there."
Your excitement makes him laugh some more, as you give his face an overabundance of kisses and you slip away excitedly.
~
You're sitting excitedly at the foot of the tree, scrolling through your phone when Ben walks in. You smile and toss the device over your shoulder but quickly scramble to grab it when you see that he's wearing a very imaginative Christmas sweater. Your eyebrows shoot up as you take in the sweater, modelled after a Christmas tree with tinsel and baubles over his chest.
Ben grabs your phone before you can get to it and you laugh hysterically.
"Why did we need a Christmas tree..... if you had that sweater!" You laugh trying to fight him for your phone. You spot an on/off button concealed at the bottom of his shirt and you press it, gasping as his jumper lights up with tiny multicoloured lights.
"Benjamin!" You exclaim with a laugh, resuming your efforts to grab your phone. He laughs and fights you in his vibrant sweater until you're pinned beneath him beside the tree.
"You're not appreciating my efforts, darling." He chides.
"I do! I do appreciate the effort. I just wish you'd told me about this sweater before we bought the tree-" you gasp as you're flipped onto your stomach, hands pulled behind your back and then bound with something scratchy.
Your wriggling earns you a sharp spank to your rear and you squeal. He turns you over once more and as you open your mouth to protest, you get a mouthful of candy cane.
It's pressed into your mouth horizontally and you give him a harsh look when he leans back to appreciate you, bound in tinsel and gagged with candy.
"Can't believe how ungrateful you are, darling, Christmas is a time for love and kindness." He catches the roll of your eyes. And he takes on a stern expression.
"You woke me up from bed this morning, and I demand compensation." He murmurs, tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs.
You squeal behind the sweet minty flavour and it turns into a moan when his thumb circles your clit. He keeps the pace unpredictable, speeding up and slowing down at his own whim, until you're pliant beneath him.
He grins.
"Ah, you're a much more agreeable person now, darling."
He takes his time, working you on his tongue under the tree, your presents for each other sitting right beside your head as he moans between your legs.
His head dips lower, nose brushing your thigh as he moves your legs over his shoulders.
"Time to give this pretty cunt her Christmas present." He murmurs just above a breath.
You moan his name behind the candy as his tongue makes quick work of you. You cum on his tongue but he doesn't stop until you've cum a second time and your legs shake around his head.
"Delicious girl." He says when he finally raises his head.
You struggle against the tinsel and he laughs.
"I'm not finished with you yet, darling. I still have to fuck you with my ugly sweater on so that you see it next Christmas and grow wet at the memory."
He grins as your eyes widen. He pushes your shirt up to expose your breasts, giving sweet kisses to your stiff nipples.
"Merry Christmas." He says finally, before pushing into you.
