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. 😭
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Bᵤₙₙy Hybᵣᵢd!Fₒₗₗₒ who just couldn't help fuck you senseless when his heat came over him..
“Follooo..! Baby, please!!” you whined, your voice a soft plea that you weren't entirely sure what you were pleading for.
At the moment, Follo had you bent over, your face smushed against the pillows, with your hips raised. He was practically mounting you, his face buried in the back of your neck, where you could swear you felt him nipping at you. All the while his hips moved with a frantic speed you never thought he could achieve.
Disoriented and exhausted from being folded in this position for so long, you were acutely aware of the heat radiating from your body. You had no idea what time it was, but it felt like hours since you’d been in this heated moment.
Unbeknownst to you, your bunny boyfriend was in a little predicament… He was in heat. It had driven him to the edge, leaving him unable to control himself the moment he laid eyes on you. It wasn’t entirely his fault—who were you to be walking around with that irresistible body, just calling his name?
So when he had abruptly dragged you away from your conversation and brought you to his room, confusion washed over you until he practically ripped your clothes off and threw you onto the bed. And now, here you were.
He had never been like this before—so frenzied and relentless in his pursuit of fucking you. Usually, he was soft and sweet, sometimes picking up the pace at your request, but never like this! Had he been holding back on you all this time? You’d definitely have to ask him about that later.
Suddenly, you felt his hips stutter, and you knew he was coming for the umpteenth time. Follo whimpered as he filled you to the brim, his release gushing out as he shallowly thrust in and out of you. You turned your head to moan into the pillow, your cunt squeezing him tightly.
"B-Babe—ngh, shit..!" You barely registered that Follo was speaking—especially since he hadn’t uttered a word throughout this entire encounter. He only called out to you when he was cumming.
He tried to muffle his high-pitched whimpers and groans against your neck, but you could still hear him clearly. You caught snippets of him muttering about "needing to fill you up to the brim," which he had certainly achieved if he would only lift his head and look.
You groaned as he continued in his frenzy. How could you deny or refuse your cute little bunny boyfriend who needed you so desperately?
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
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𖹭.ᐟ CW: fluff, a bit suggestive, Alice August Rudo Enjin and Zanka mention.
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 1.7k words
Jumping with pure, unfiltered joy at Follo's room at around two am as you knock on his door like a maniac—waiting and waiting for him to answer the damn door. You don't even bother to think about the fact that he's likely sleeping and exhausted from the day prior with all those damn missions.
After one, two, three and four loud knocks—and the sound of you barely able to contain those happy squeals the door creaks open. Your wide eyed, happy gaze falls on Follo who is rubbing his eyes and looking at you with mild exasperation.
He looks at your joyful face tiredly, wondering what could possibly make you this happy at this horrendous hour. “Eh..?”
You smile and practically throw yourself at him, your arms fling around him, almost knocking him over. “Guess what?!”
He stumbles, gasping and pressing his hands on the small of your back to catch you. He's completely oblivious to what has made you this excited. Grabbing your back, he looks down at you, a bewildered look on his sleepy face.
“What is it baby?”
“I'm late!” You say, backing up and clasping your hands together, looking at him with absolute wonder in your eyes. Your eyes almost sparkle—and he's still obliviously confused.
Follo almost thinks he's hallucinating for a moment. Why would you be happy about being late at two in the morning? Late for what?! “Uhh.. late for what?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. He's not stupid, no, no, his mind is just sleep addled and weary. If it were daytime and he was wide awake, he would have caught on.
You pause, staring at him like he just asked you the dumbest question in the world—which in your defense he sort of did. “Uh.. my period is late?”
A tumultuous noise left his lips, his eyes widening just a bit as it all clicked together. “Oh. OH! You–you're… are you?” He stammers, head tilting like he doesn't even know what he's asking.
It's been six and a half weeks since you fucked—since he planted his seed in your womb, and now your period is a week late. Which is of course, a telltale sign of pregnancy. Follo doesn't know whether to be excited, or fearful, or well, both.
“Are you pregnant?” He finally asks, his voice is slightly choked up like the poor man might actually cry tears of joy and worry. “Did you take a test?”
You shake your head and pull a box of pregnancy tests from your pocket, tearing the top open. “No, I just got these from Alice a little bit ago.” Taking two from the box, your gaze lifts back up to his emotional expression. “I wanted to take them with you…”
He smiles softly, though his lips wobble slightly. Not because he's sad, or upset, but because you wanted this so much—it clearly made you so happy. He loved to see that wide smile on your face, even if it was way too goddamn early in the morning. “Okay, I'll come with you.” He ushers you out the door, his hand on your mid-back as you walk down the hall to the bathroom.
He pushes the door open, letting you in first before stepping in beside you and shutting the door. His expression shifts as he watches you begin to shove your pants down—cheeks flushing warmly as his gaze wanders away. Not that he hasn't seen you in much…much more compromising positions. But still, you deserve privacy, he thinks.
A thought passes Follo's mind-–if you're really pregnant it'll really change your lives. Of course, it's what you wanted, and he can't say that thought doesn't fill his heart with warmth. But it also makes his heart beat faster, and makes him feel worried.
What if he's a bad dad? What if something bad happens to you, or the precious thing that might be growing in your tummy? Those are the thoughts that will keep him up at night and give him nightmares. He does regret it, no not at all—but he can't help but be nervous, like anyone else would be.
You finish swiftly setting the two tests on the sink, smiling softly as you settle next to him to wash your hands. You can't help but notice the look on his face, that worried look like he's overthinking everything.
Sighing, you nudge his side with your arm and murmur, “Don't worry.” He smiles back at you, nodding as he takes your hand in his—now all you can do is wait.
After a few minutes you build up the courage to glance over at the two tests. Your eyes close, preparing yourself before you look.
…
You gasp, eyes widening at the two, very positive tests—swallowing hard as happy tears brim in your eyes. Follo straightens up and peers over beside you, immediately having the same exact reaction as you. His body is basically frozen in shock as his hand rests on your upper back.
Part of him didn't expect it to happen, especially so damn quickly. Once he notices the tears rolling down your cheeks he begins rubbing soothing circles along your back—hushing you softly as he pulls you into his chest. His chin rests on top of your head as his arms wrap around your waist.
There's tears in his eyes too, but he comforts you first, hands running up and down your back as he holds you tightly. You stay like that for a while, soaking up the comfort and warmth of being in his arms.
Eventually you pull back, looking up at him with a wobbly smile and wet cheeks. He almost laughs at how pitiful you look—you're just so damn cute with that little smile and your teary eyes. He leans down and kisses your face all over, cupping your cheeks in a gentle manner. “I can't believe you're pregnant.” He murmurs against your forehead.
You lean into all his touches and his tender kisses, letting out a soft giggle. “Me too…”
He presses his forehead and looks down at your tummy—his hands leave your cheeks before pressing your stomach tenderly, like the baby bump will just magically appear out of nowhere.
Assuming you're around five weeks along, there's nothing there just yet.
“They're gonna be so cute, like you.” He mumbles, voice soft, tender and even a little choked up again. Follo can't help but imagine a cute little baby that has your smile and eyes—it fills his heart with so much love he might burst.
Your cheeks warm slightly and you glance down as well, shaking your head. “Mm, maybe they'll look like you though. That'd be even cuter.”
“Not as cute as you.” He huffs, rubbing your stomach and waist affectionately—peppering soft kisses against your cheek again.
“We'll have to go see Alice in the morning, y'know.” Follo says, his gaze lifting back to your now weary and tired eyes. That is what you get for being up so late… You sigh and groan slightly. “She's so loud…” You say, already feeling the headache you might get.
Follo laughs and lifts his hands back to your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your face. “She is August's grandmother, y'know.”
You giggle. “That actually makes so much sense.”
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In the morning, after Alice runs all the tests and stuff in that small office nearby she lets out a huff. “You're definitely pregnant!” She says…maybe just a smidge too loudly after you sit up on the cot.
You partially smile, even through the growing headache. You can't help but wonder if all of August's yelling and shouting…and hooting and hollering made Alice go deaf—or maybe it's vice versa and all of Alice's yelling made August go deaf and that's why he's so goddamn loud.
No, it's definitely the former, August being loud is just his eccentric personality. You shake your thoughts away and look at Follo with a small smile again.
“You're about 5 weeks pregnant! You should come back for checkups every month for now!” Alice shouts. You nod and get up quietly, walking back to Follo as you glance back. “Thanks, Alice.” You and Follo say simultaneously, walking towards the door.
“You should invest in condoms!” She shouts, almost like scolding as you walk out, holding hands with Follo.
You laugh quietly, following him out—two small ultrasound pictures in your free hand. Sometimes you wonder how stuff like that made it to the ground with how everything is, but you're grateful anyway.
The ultrasound of the tiny speck baby, that was practically a clump of cells, was still so precious to you, and Follo no matter what.
It's a relatively calm walk back to the cleaners HQ until someone bumps into you, knocking those precious printed papers from your hands. You huff, ready to start yelling at someone for not watching where they're going when you realize who it is.
It’s Rudo. Oh, and following him is Zanka and Enjin. As you go to snatch up the ultrasound pictures off the ground, Rudo's already grabbing it for you instead.
His eyes widened in utter confusion at it, clearly having zero idea what the hell he's looking at. “What is that!?” He asked, with a puzzled expression.
Did they not have stuff like this on the sphere? You wonder, taking the ultrasound photos back from him. Behind him, Zanka and Enjin both peer over, nosy as ever. Both their eyes widen, Enjin smirking slightly before he guffaws loudly. “You two get busy or somethin'?!”
Follo's cheeks turn slightly red, and you huff, looking away shaking your head at Enjin's obnoxious laughter.
“You're pregnant?!” Zanka immediately says, slightly mortified—probably at the thought of two people going at it under the same roof as him. You immediately go to shush Zanka before Rudo chimes in with a tumultuous sound. “Pregnant!?”
Follo's absolutely red in the face, grabbing your hand and dragging you away before you can get another word out. “We'll tell you later!” He shouts flusteredly, continuing to haul you away from the three.
Enjin's boisterous laughter dies down before he sighs, and smirks lackadaisically. “Later…” He waves them off, like that news wasn't befuddling for all three of them. Zanka is still mortified and Rudo is still confused.
Lord…you're gonna be in for a loud, awkward conversation later with everyone.
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This is lowkey so cute, I'd honestly write more parts for it. 🥹🥹 Follo is such a cutie.
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