#gachiakuta follo

[buglogy]

i like how these turned out, might turn these into postcards ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

[nyankochan]

𝒞𝑜𝓏𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒴𝑜𝓊

synopsis: When the work day is over, there's nothing better than spending the evening in your lover's arms.

featuring: tamsy caines, follo tunito, enjin, zanka nijiku, gris rubion, jabber wonger x gn!reader

master list— here w/c—3k (average 380 each)

tamsy caines

Tamsy woke to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

He doesn’t quite remember falling asleep to begin with. Work had been long and arduous, and he found himself more uncharacteristically tired than usual. One moment, he had been talking to you about his day and then that was all he could remember.

Merely for his own curiosity, Tamsy keeps his eyes closed as you continue to rake your fingers through his hair, before he then feels the hard bristles of the hairbrush pulling through his roots. You hum quietly to yourself as you do so.

It’s quiet and peaceful between you two. The soft intimacy of it all proves to be more relaxing than the actual act of you brushing his hair. And in all honesty, Tamsy finds himself dozing off again. Your hands are gentle as they work, taking care not to pull too hard. You must braid some of the strands together, because there is a slight tug, but not enough to cause him any actual pain. Something suddenly makes you laugh.

“It’s so unfair how soft and silky his hair is,” you say to yourself. You grin when a wicked idea hits you. “I should give him a silly hairstyle before he wakes up.”

At that, Tamsy makes the mistake of involuntarily tensing. You laugh harder, and knowing that the ruse was up, he slowly opens his eyes. A soft smile graces your features, and the setting sun peeks through the windows, casting your body in an angelic-like glow. Tamsy realizes that his head is lying in your lap, his legs dangling off the couch in your shared room.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you tease. “You sleep all right?”

“Hmm. I must still be dreaming cause there’s an angel above me right now,” Tamsy replies, making you flush. “How long was I asleep?”

“Only a couple of hours. I was talking to you, and you all of a sudden stopped responding.” You laugh a little at the memory. “You fell asleep on the couch of all places, so I figured you were tired.”

Tamsy frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that.”

“Don’t be. You must’ve needed the rest.” You run your fingers through his hair again. “Let’s just enjoy the downtime. It has been a long day.”

“That it has,” Tamsy exhales a sigh, closing his eyes as he relaxes into your touch once more.

follo tunito

Follo loves how clingy you get when you’re tired, because it makes him feel wanted and like he can protect you.

It’s become a habit ever since the two of you started dating for you to latch on to him, and you’ll often take a nap somewhere in HQ. Usually in one of your rooms, but Tomme has caught the two of you passed out on the couch in the lounge, tangled up in each other’s arms, and one time, Follo had been hospitalized due to an injury, and you snuck into the infirmary to lie with him in the bed.

It was disgustingly cute. And the others often teased him for being the little spoon, which often made Follo insecure. So you had taken to trying to let him be the one who latched on to you, but it was almost comically inevitable that you would end up wrapped up around him instead, like a koala. On the way home from a particularly exhausting assignment proved to be no different.

Gris was driving for once, and much to everyone’s relief. The ride back to HQ was mostly quiet, except for quiet music from the radio, as everyone was too exhausted to hold a conversation.

You were nodding off. The seatbelt strained as you kept leaning forward, and you would’ve been kissing the floor if it weren’t for it. Eventually, you collapsed against Follo’s shoulder when the car made a sharp turn. He was too tired himself to really notice at first. His head lolled against the window as he dozed in and out of sleep.

Your cold hands made him jolt awake.

Follo blinked some of the sleepiness out of his eyes, his vision still slightly blurry when he looked down at you. Your cheek was still pressed against his shoulder, but you had somehow wrapped yourself around his arm, which seemed wildly uncomfortable with the seatbelt somewhat in the way.

“Hey, you’re gonna hurt your neck like that,” Follo murmured, trying to sit you up. You mumble something incoherent and collapse back on him, like metal attracted to a magnet. Sighing, he does his best to adjust you so that the seatbelt isn’t cutting into your skin. But you still end up lying against his shoulder, seemingly dead to the world, making Follo smile softly.

Later, when the entire vehicle has fallen silent, Gris looks back through the rear view mirror to see that everyone has fallen asleep. Follo’s head lolls back against yours, the two of you pressed close to each other with your hands intertwined between you.

enjin

Enjin was not much of a cuddler.

He finds the action stifling and borderline clingy at times, all things that he dislikes. It’s one thing if you’re watching a movie or something together and he tucks you under his arm, but spooning is not something you’ll expect to receive from him. Or that’s what he keeps telling you, despite how his actions portray the exact opposite.

You wake up in the middle of the night with no real explanation why. Through bleary eyes, you could barely make out the 3:15 am on the nearby alarm clock. Beside you, Enjin sleeps soundly, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. One of his strong, tattooed arms was wrapped around your waist.

Wiggling out of his hold, you sleepily and quietly make your way out of the room to find something to drink in the kitchen. Still rather half asleep, you don’t actually make it back to your and Enjin’s bedroom. Instead, you lie across the couch in the lounge and promptly pass back out.

When you wake up to the sun filtering through the curtains, you immediately notice how warm you feel. Much to your surprise, Enjin is nearly lying on top of you. You’re pressed to the back of the couch with your boyfriend, having squeezed in to the little remaining space on the cushions. And with him so close to you, the heat radiating off his body has you sweating.

His arms are wrapped securely around your middle with his head against your chest. This leaves his legs mostly dangling off the edge of the couch uncomfortably. A blanket you don’t remember grabbing is draped across you.

“Enjin, what are you doing?” You mumble. Your memory begins to return and you recall how you passed out on the couch when you were coming back from the kitchen. But that didn’t explain why Enjin was here. “Why are you on the couch too?” When you try to sit up, he groans and tightens his arms around you. “Enjin. Come on. I have to pee.”

“No…” he grumbles.

“No?!” You don’t know whether to laugh or not. Sighing, you run your fingers through his hair, causing him to shift ever so slightly. Never would you imagine you’d see the day when your boyfriend was acting so clingy and oddly gentle. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you on the couch?”

Enjin blinks up at you sleepily before turning and resting his head back against you. “The bed was just cold without you.”

zanka nijiku

Zanka gets flustered easily, and the fastest, most surefire way to do so is to ask to cuddle. His family has never been the most affectionate type, so receiving any type of touchy-feely behavior genuinely makes his brain short-circuit.

Over time, though, it’s like he becomes addicted to your hugs and cuddles. He genuinely craves it, especially after such a long day, and he gets pouty if you don’t shower him with your love immediately when he returns. Zanka will never admit that out loud, though, and will mope around until you finally realize something is wrong.

“Zanka, is something bothering you?” You question. He had been short with you ever since Team Akuta returned, giving you somewhat of the cold shoulder, which left you confused and, albeit, a bit irritated, as you don’t know what you did wrong.

“No,” Zanka dismisses, barely even sparing you so much as a glance, which made you know that he was lying. “Just a bit tired. Don’t worry about it.”

He turns his attention back to polishing his Lovely Assistaff, and the conversation ends there. You frown, the slightest bit of annoyance ticking your jaw. Sighing, you stand to leave.

“Fine, be like that,” you huff.

Zanka says nothing. But he can’t ignore the ache and longing feeling in his chest that constricts tighter when he hears you walk away. He knows he was being an idiot, and fighting with you over something so stupidly small and insignificant was childish. Plus, the last thing he truly wanted was to put a strain on your relationship when the issue could simply be resolved if he communicated his needs better.

Sighing, Zanka puts Lovely Assistaff down and turns to call for you when suddenly, a weight drops against his backside. Your arms wrap around him tightly.

“W-What are you doing?” Zanka asks, turning his head away to keep you from seeing the red spreading across his cheeks.

“Charging you,” you muffle against his back.

“Charging me?”

“Hm. You said you were tired. So I’m gonna hug you until your battery is restored.” The way you said it so casually yet so seriously made Zanka crack a smile. Then, he laughed. You look up at him, that stupidly cute smile of yours making him forget all reason. “Is it working?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Zanka turns and wraps his arms around you. “It’s working.”

gris rubion

Gris is the type to put you first even when he’s tired.

There have been multiple times when he’s carried you from the car because you’ve fallen asleep, or helped you to bed when you dozed off on the couch. He’s always doting on you. And Gris does it merely because he likes to take care of you.

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Gris asks, tracing a hand down the back of your bare shoulder. He shifts slightly to adjust you in his lap, the water sloshing around you. After a long day of work, which left you grimy and feeling dirty, Gris offered to run you a warm bath. You asked him to join you, and now here you both were, basking in each other’s company.

“Mhm. Never better,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. Gris continues to trace his hands up and down your body, gently caressing your shoulders, your waist, and your hips, before giving your ass a playful squeeze. “Gris,” you warn, a playful smile tugs across your face.

“Sorry. Sorry,” he laughs. He wraps his arms tighter across your waist, and you relax into his embrace. Even though he was so tall that his knees bent uncomfortably in the small tub, Gris didn’t complain. Just having you this close to him was enough.

Taking the washcloth, Gris lathers it with soap. He rubs gentle circles on your back before moving down your arms, covering them with sudsy bubbles. His touch is so comforting and protective in a sense. Soft, sensual, yet intimate. It begins to lull you off to sleep. Gris chuckles as you nod forward, and he has to steady you to keep you from falling face-first into the tub.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”

“Hm? No. I’m awake,” you say, though it is a blatant lie. You shiver slightly when he squeezes the washcloth, ringing out the lukewarm water down your back to rinse the soap off. Gris presses a kiss on the back of your bare shoulder. He reaches past you to pull the plug from the tub. The water begins to swirl down the drain.

“Time for bed, sleepyhead,” Gris says. A soft smile adorns his face as he grabs the fluffy towel to wrap around you. “Come on. I got you.”

jabber wonger

Jabber is insanely clingy and doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

He constantly demands your attention, and 100 percent of it at that. You could be trying to work on some papers for the boss, and he'll take them out of your hand while throwing himself across your lap. Or if you act like you're going to lie down without him, here comes Jabber, doing whatever he can to prevent you from relaxing. At times, you think he does it on purpose. You never get to know a moment's peace with him around.

"Babe~" Jabber whines. He hangs over the couch you're lying on, poking at your cheek. "Babe, don't ignore me. Hey!"

You sigh, a headache throbs at the base of your temple. You swat his hand and bring the book you're trying to read closer to your face. "Jabber, I have the day off for once. Can you please let me read my book?

"But I think the new poison I made was actually a sedative, and now I'm about to pass out."

"Wait...What?!"

Your boyfriend grins, and then his eyes are rolling back. His body goes slack, which has him sliding off the couch. You jump to try to grab him, but you're a second too slow and can't stop him from hitting the floor. "Jabber! What the hell!? Goddammit."

Jabber giggles deliriously as you shake him. Whatever he drugged himself with causes his muscles to spasm, and his eyes appear glassy, unfocused. His head then lolls back limply, and he's out like a light.

"Idiot," you huff. "Couldn't you have given me more of a heads-up? What even is the antidote?" Of course, he doesn't respond, so now you have to figure out how to take him back to his room. Hooking your arms under his armpits, you strain as you drag him down the hall, but he's so tall and heavy that it's difficult to keep a decent hold on him.

Jabber is dead weight when you manage to finally heave him onto his bed. You're irritated and beyond exhausted by this point. You collapse beside him, ready to pass out yourself. But seeing Jabber's sleeping face, relaxed and oddly calm, you can't help but appreciate how handsome he is up close.

"You're such an idiot," you sigh. You run your thumb across his cheek, and your expression softens. "Why do you go to such extremes to get my attention?"

[illubean]

Hola amigo, may I kindly offer this thought of either one of two idea me had.

I am happy to let you decide but I was thinking of an idea of the Gachiakuta men with an S/o who has a very — and I mean very— high libido. It gets to the point that they can still go on for more rounds despite their partner starts to feel the effects of being overstimulated. His would they feel about this fact?

Or

A jabber (or whoever you want) x reader where the reader is the sibling of Zanka or Enjin if it goes the x jabber route (if not it can be a sibling of the characters opposition, if that makes sense?). Sent out on a solo mission that leads up to meeting him and potential chaos and gremlin activities ensue (just fluff and crack basically)

I do apologise if any of this makes little to no sense or if it's against your boundaries (I did read them but still). Anyways toodle-o~

- 🌽

Gachiakuta Men W/ a Nympho!S/o

Characters: Enjin, Follo Tunito, August Stilza, Tamsy Caines, Arkha Corvus, Jabber Wonger Type: Headcanons, tried my best to keep it Gn!Reader

all of them are freaked out ✌️😭 Pt. 2

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised

Enjin

Enjin is the type of guy to brag about being able to keep up with you then completely crumble behind closed doors

"Shit, slow down- my dick's about to fall off!"

his chest heaves with every sigh and breathless plea that fell onto deaf ears

he tries to fulfil whatever nasty fantasies you may have (unless it involves his ass; nothing is allowed in there) but it always ends the same way

it always ends with him lying on his back, complaining about how unsatiable you are with a fucked out look on his face while you ride him into oblivion

when he really feels like he's at his limit he makes quick work of flipping you over in order to use his mouth on you

he will literally give you head for as long as you want; anything to give his dick a well deserved break

Follo Tunito

poor Follo was a certified virgin before meeting you so his first sexual parner being so...intense was no easy feat

he gets overstimulated so easy but he wouldn't even dream of stopping you before you're satisfied

he defo needs a safe word because there's NO way he's able to keep up..

he gets embarrassed whenever he cums too quickly but he just cant help it :(((

be sure to praise him and reassure him that he's doing well because he really is trying his best!

DEF a crier and he's so cute too UGHHH MY BABY

by the time you're done with him he's a spent mess, dazed and babbling mindlessly

pls give him the best aftercare, he deserves it :(

August Stilza

talks a big game AND can back it up

he can be just as freaky as you are and has no qualms about going at it like rabbits for hours on end

no matter how tired he gets August will keep slamming his hips into you until you tell him to stop

chances are you guys have fucked on every possible surface of his workroom

he does a great job keeping up with you but it's still possible to wear him out

he's down for whatever you may want to try (including butt stuff unlike Enjin) but when he finally gets tired he gets lazy

"Man, I'm beat!" he'd sigh, falling back into his mattress with his legs spread "Do what you wan't but I'm not movin'!"

and he will literally lay there until you have him dry cumming and twitching

don't worry though, after a power nap he's ready to fuck you/get fucked senseless all over again!

Tamsy Caines (my wife...<3)

he knows just how to handle you without burning himself out too quickly

he's actually quite fond of how needy you can be

his mouth is extremely skilled as well as his hands; he can use them to tame you some before giving you what you really want

i also think Tamsy is a HUGE sadomasochist

he'd tie you up with his tokushin and give you head until you cum at least thrice

he doesn't give you breaks either; its always back to back orgasms with this guy but that's exactly what you were asking for, isn't it?

sometimes he likes to leave you tied up and untouched while he jerks himself off over you just to watch you squirm all teary eyed

he loves it when you beg; maybe if you sweet talk him enough he'll fuck you sooner

other times, when he's feeling extra generous, he'll lay back and let you have your way with him (not without making you work for it though)

Arkha Corvus

a s/o with high libido? lightwork

he can deal with it no problem

he'll manhandle you and fuck you into next week without even breaking a sweat

despite his reserved tendencies his stamina is unmatched

unfortunately you'll never get to see Corvus worn out and overstimulated

no matter how hard you try, you always end up being the one in that state even if it seemed impossible before

he likes to sit back in his office chair and watch you try your best to ride him, smirking while you fall apart on top of him

then once you've decided you were too tired to continue he'd bend you over his desk and take things into his own hands

there's a safe word in place just for YOU because when you complain about him being too much, he's just going to tease you

"Too much? But isn't this what you wanted?"

every time Corvus gets his hands on you he leaves you a shaking mess but you would never have it any other way <3

Jabber Wonger

oh baby he's in LOVE

everyone knows how much of a masochist he is

he'd let you fuck him anywhere and any time you want until neither of you can cum anymore

any position you want him in he's there before you can even finish your sentence

a lot of pathetic begging come's from Jabber, even when he's not exactly sure what he's begging for

harder? softer? does he want you to speed up or slow down? he has no clue but whatever you're doing to him just hurts so good

he's very vocal and doesn't shy away from telling you exactly what he's feeling or thinking

he's not above free use; it doesn't matter what he's doing, the minute you tell him to drop his pants they're gone!

even if you guys have a safe word he is never ever going to use it

hell, you could fuck him until he passes out and he still wouldn't care if you kept going!

when Jabber's reaching his limit he starts drooling and his hips buck uncontrollably while his words start to slur, but even then he'll still complain if you dare to stop

"Seriously, you're done already? Please give me more! Pleaaaaseee!! I promise I can take it!!!" (and he does like a champ every time)

[ryunmai]

Testing the waters and see if I like tumblr.. I'm really liking the profile customization here so I might be around more often just for that

Zanka and his.. fans? lovers? who knows... bonus green Zanka for the memes

[accffbusy]

Do NOT put me in the gachiakuta verse, all the adult characters are getting cracked

"But I'm a cleaner/Raider!" FWYB✌️😂"But I'm not a giver!" FUH WITH YO BUHH✌️😂🤤 I do NOT care brocacho I'm hopping dih in that show, I'd have so many sneaky links that it'd be a sneaky chain bru

[onyxluvjiro]

these gachiakuta men … need them… need them so bad..

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MINORS DNI, 18+ SMUT AHEAD

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Arkha Corvus whose cock is genuinely hard to take, his height being such a turn on for you and for him. He practically envelops you, no matter what size you are, skinny or chubby, he dwarfs you. so as he slowly fucks his fat cock into you, each thrust slowly pushing more and more of his cock in. He’s whispering sweet nothings combined with nasty words into your ear, making you drip. You feel so stuffed full, even if he’s only halfway in, the squelch of your first orgasms against the both of you is disgusting. Hes got you in missionary, and then pushing your knees up up up, reaching your ears, needing the slow push and deep angle to fully slip into you, and when he does, you know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.

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Enjin who has you in doggy, his big hand splayed across your lower back, his fat cock pistoning in and out, at a steady pace. It makes you sob, the way his massive cock just draaaaggggsss against your sweet spot. the arch in your back allowing him to pull you back and forth, a lazy rhythm that has you sobbing. He’s fucking teasing you, edging your pleasure, you need more, want more. You grab his hand that’s on your waist, nails digging into his wrist. It’s painful how his cock brushes your sweet spot, almost too much but never enough. His massive hands roam your body, teasing your nipples, groping your hips, squeezing the fat on your ass. And after what seems like forever, his finger circles your clit/tip, pushing you over the edge.

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Gris who has you laid over his lap, ass red and throbbing from the spankings he gave you. You were a brat, you deserved it, yet it didn’t help the whine slipping through as three of his thick fingers plunge into you, abusing your sweet spot. Your body is throbbing with pleasure, thighs shaking. It hurts, the pleasure hurts, his fingers hurt but they hurt so good. fat tears trickle down your face as he denies your orgasm once again. Thighs red and sore from spankings as well, it was too many, and both you and him gave up on counting. And when he finally has you doggy style, sinking into your wet heat, you cum almost immediately. It’s pathetic how worked up you are, and he doesn’t stop, not until he’s finished filling you up for being so good for him, so good to just take the punishment that you deserved.

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Bro Santa who has you chest to back, hand around your throat as he fucks into you, holding you up by your neck. His cock, thick and long, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Such a big man with very even proportions to his height, his other big hand pressed against your lower stomach just so he could feel himself. It’s dizzying how well he knows your body, how well he fucks into your sweet spot, the pressure on your neck dizzying enough to amplify pleasure. His lips next to your ear, and he’s promising you that he’s gonna fuck you enough, cum enough times to give you a baby, to give his son a sibling. And he makes true to his promises, tiring you out with so so many rounds, spilling into you. Even if it’s not possible that you can get pregnant, he doesn’t give up, not until your sex is dripping with his release.

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August who finally lets you fuck him, your hands on the lower part of his thighs, pressing his legs up up up, letting your cock/strap slip deeper and deeper into him. He whimpers, the sheer size of you stretching him out oh so good. And oh god he’s loud with how good it feels, eyes rolled back as your hips slowly roll against his. His nosies get worse as your hips pick up pace, snapping against his. You let him cum, but you don’t stop, not when he begs you to have mercy on his poor ass, not when a minute later, he begs you to go faster. You’re being so mean to him, so mean with his pleasure, just like he is sometimes with you. He blabs on as you fuck him dumb, he becomes oh so stupid on your cock/strap, promising he’d never ever be mean to you ever again.

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Follo who loves watching you ride him, hips twitching, hands grabbing at your waist. He’s pathetic, whimpering and whining, eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’s so pretty like this, covered in sweat and cum, all blissed out. You can’t help but ride him into completion again, and again, his cock dragging against your sweet spot, his past few releases squelching around. He whines for you, begs for you to keep going, even after his hip twitch, even after tears prick his eyes. Even when he sobs, three orgasms deep, and when you slow down, worried about him, he just lets out another sob and beg. He wants you to keep going, to use him for your own pleasure. He’s in heaven, your hot hot wetness only amplified by his past releases’ noises slipping and squelching between you two.

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Tamsy who ties you up, using a vibrator against your most sensitive spot, sitting nearby to simply watch you whine, watch you shake with pleasure. He’s ruthless, not stopping even after you cum. And when he finally gives in to all your pleas and begging, finally sinking his long cock into you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue to tease, to take pleasure for himself. He’s selfish as his slow thrusts edge you, watching you attempt to squirm, to get more friction. Those glass like eyes pierce you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking when you beg and squirm against him. He doesn’t give in, not for a while anyways, not until he’s cum at least twice does he give you the satisfaction of an earth shattering orgasm. Tamsy is a mean mean man.

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Zodyl who kneels for no one but you, sinking in between your legs, mouth hot against your sex. You really think he’s doing it for your pleasure? no way in hell. He does it cause he’s a munch, he does it cause he enjoys it, cause he loves your taste, cause he loves the way you attempt to squirm away once an orgasm has crashed on you. He loves the desperate pleas and whines, the way your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The way you shake from overstimulation, the way your face looks wrecked, tear soaked and spit soaked. The way your pretty sex looks, wet, slobber and your own juices mixed. You’ve tugged on his hair way too much, trying to take him away from his meal? How insane you must be to disobey him. He’s done when he says he’s done and you haven’t come nearly enough for his liking. You on the other hand, you can’t get enough of how he looks in between your legs, mouth soaked from your past releases, face buried against your sex, tired eyes watching your every move. It makes your skin heat up, it makes you crave more.

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Jabber who lets you hold a knife to his throat as you ride him, scratch marks littered his body. He’s wrecked, ruined, you’ve ruined him for anyone else. You had started this sexcapade by tracing the knife down his body, over his most sensitive parts, occasionally drawing blood, then making him cum, over and over and over again. It didn’t matter how much pain he felt, it only made him want more. you made sure to not cut too deep, we wouldn’t want to have to explain the injury’s to a healer (he gladly would tho). His lips bleeding, tongue bleeding from your bites, neck littered in scratch marks and bite marks. Heaven had to have sent you down cause you were so perfect for him.

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i take requests :3 i’m just a lil slow :(

[tamsyandenjinsslutt]

𝓜𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷' 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱

𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂

-> cry baby, Megan Thee Stallion

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ follo x f!reader

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊CW: smut, aphrodisiacs, pssy drunk!follo, dry humping, mating press, d riding, creampies.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊synopsis: when follo accidentally eats too many special chocolates unknowingly, he can't help but be oh-so needy for your perfect pussy.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊WC: 2.7k

(Not proofread sorry)

Imagine buying aphrodisiac candy/chocolates and  stupidly leaving them on your dresser in your room. Follo comes into your room to look for you and spots the chocolate. He's completely oblivious to the fact its special chocolate, so innocently he eats one—they have an interesting yet smooth, delicious taste, and only one turns into 4 or 5.

Of course just after 30-ish minutes he's burning hot, the skin of his neck and cheeks flushes a humiliating shade. For a moment he thinks he's dying, he's feverish, dizzy and undeniably... horny? He's padding across the hall, steps heavy as he finds his way back to your room in hopes you're there. Which thank god you are.

You immediately look up as the door opens and then clicks shut, your eyes zeroing in on Follo who looks like a complete mess. His face is red, he's shaking and it freaks you out for a moment. "Follo? Are you sick?" You ask tentatively, sitting up at the sight of him looking so weary. "I-I dunno.." He speaks, his tone almost whiny. He points to the half eaten chocolates on your dresser and lets out a shaky breath. "I ate some of those and now I feel funny... whats in them?" He thinks he's laced himself with something—which isn't completely wrong.

Your eyes widen and you slap a hand over your mouth, damn near bursting out laughing. "Follo, how many did you eat?" He starts to panic more and walks closer to you. "Like... 5? Am I dying?" Your eyes widen, you're really only supposed to eat one. "Follo, baby... those are aphrodisiacs." You giggle, beckoning him closer. If his face couldn't get anymore red, he was nuclear now. Frozen in place as his heart pounds in his chest—no wonder he's aching all over. His eyes were completely blown out, pupils practically as big as the golden irises of his eyes.

Anyone else would have thought he was absolutely high off his ass. Then he begins to move again, like his legs have a mind of their own. He finds himself on his knees, face burried against your stomach like he's desperately trying to will away the feeling, and save his already broken dignity. "I didn't know." He whimpers, arms curling around your waist.

You try your best not to laugh at him, knowing how all that must make his body feel. Simply one chocolate is meant to make your libido sky rocket, imagine how five must feel. You can feel him shaking, skin burning as you place your hand against the back of his neck in a comforting manner. He finally looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted and breaths shaky. "Please help." He pleas quietly, grabbing at your hips.

His face says it all, he just wants you. No... he doesn't want he needs you, and he's not above begging and crying right now. "Please, I need you. Please, please..." He begins to climb onto the bed to be on top of you, pinning your back to the mattress. He's completely debauched and it might just be the hottest you've ever seen him. His fingers dig into your hips as he slides himself between your thighs, pressing himself right against you. "Tell me I can have you, I'm begging." He whimpers again.

He doesn't know what he'd do if you said no, he'd probably go insane. "Tell me you need me too." You look up at him, eyes wide once again. You've never seen him this way before—completely red and needy like he'd die if he couldn't feel you. It was almost hypnotizing, of course you couldn't stop him, you didn't want too. "I need you too."

Those words made him snap, he lowered his head immediately and pushed his lips against yours swiftly. There was a faint taste of chocolate on his tongue, his mouth desperately moving against yours. It was sloppy and unrhythmic, all tongue and teeth, just like how he felt on the inside—his heart skipping beats and legs feeling wobbly. And oh god, his cock was throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants—it was growing oh-so sensitive and nearly painful. His hips started to twitch against yours before grinding down mindlessly.

Once he started he couldn't stop humping your clothed cunt. Breaking his lips from yours he moans softly, holding onto your hips tightly for leverage as he ruts his against you. You let out a soft, surprised gasp as his hips rutted against yours wildly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer as your hips bucked slightly to meet his. With every thrust forward, the bulge in his pants caught on your covered clit just right. You were getting wet, a soaked patch seeped through onto your shorts.

He was so close already, about to cum in his pants like a desperate idiot just from humping you like a damn dog. His face was turning a darker shade of red from embarrassment, but he was too lost in you already to care about shame. "Hnnn!" He whimpered, blowing his load almost immediately—hips stuttering to a slow stop.

"Did you just...?" You mumbled, not judging but surprised and a little more turned on. He nodded with a low whine and began to pull on your shorts, because he definitely wasn't done. He was still hard and driven by unadulterated desire. "Need to be in you." He growled quietly, a sudden change from being so whiny and needy just a few seconds ago. "Please lift your hips..." You obeyed quietly so he could shove down your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side.

Oh fuck, you were so wet and pretty for him. He was completely lost in the sight of you, losing his damn mind as his heart pounded in his ears. He began fumbling with the button on his pants and shoving them down along with his cum-stained boxers. His cock springs up, twitching on its own. The tip an angry red, leaking enough precum that it drips down his length. He whimpers as the cool air hits the sensitive tip, he's barely able to hold back from slamming his cock all in at once. "Mmf—sh-shit, baby. Please...please tell me I can be inside you." He begs his tone turing into a low, needy whine all over again like he just can't help himself. Which, he really can't help himself. Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, pupils swallowing up his irises. He's nearly unrecognizable like this, just driven by carnal desire, he's completely libidinous.

You nod slowly, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. He whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his free hand wrapping around the base to guide himself toward your slick entrance. His tip nudges your hole, pushing in deeply as soon as he made contact. He drops his head against your collarbone, moaning and whimpering while his hips rut against yours once again. You gasp at the intrusion of him bottoming out immediately, your arms wrap around him, hands running along the ridges of his spine. His thrusts don't start out slow or gentle like they usually do, no, he immediately begins to pound your poor pussy with zero warning. His breaths come out heavy and shaky, thrusts are sloppy and rough and he's whimpering against your collarbone. He bites at your skin to muffle his whines, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed clash against the wall with every thrust.

Your moans fill up the room, high-pitched and louder than his incessant whimpers against your collarbone.

"F-fuck, baby." He whimpers against your sweat-slicked skin. His hips stutter, cock grinding inside, the tip hitting your g-spot just right to make you gasp.

"Follo...r-right there, please..."

He loses it at the sound of your voice, so needy and sensual all for him. "You're gonna kill me, b-baby..." He moans slamming into your harder than before.

The rickety mattress squeaks in protest beneath the both of you, headboard clashing with the wall and probably leaving cracks in the paint from how hard he's fucking you.

His hands leave your hips only to grab the back of your knees and fold you into a mean mating press, knees squishing against your tits through the fabric of your shirt. You honestly didn't even know you could bend like this—maybe Follo should take aphrodisiacs more often.

The way he's fucking you now is completely different than the usual way he makes love to you. Usually it's gentle, and slow, tender kisses and much less chaotic like he'd die without being plunged in your pussy.

He swears he's so close already, cock throbbing deep inside you. Oh, he's so embarrassed beneath all that pussydrunk desire. He's about to cum again so damn easily...

"O-oh fuck!" He whines, biting and sucking on your collarbone—leaving a wet, red hickey against your glistening skin.

The sight of his mark on you only pushes him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and grinding deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock grinding against your g-spot semt you closer to the edge as well, legs quivering beneath his touch.

"F-follo, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, back bowing and head tilting back as a white heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.

He panted and lifted his head to look into your glossy eyes—a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. His forehead drops against yours, making the situation more intense than before. His eyes never leave yours even as he slams his hips forward again.

Thats all it takes before you're both cumming, your walls spasm around his leaking cock. Your senses heighten, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. Cum spurts in thick, silky globs from his tip, painting your walls white. Both of you pause, gasping for air after cumming so hard.

He looks down at you in awe, cupping your cheeks between his sweaty palms—gently swiping the tears away from your eyes. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips against yours. His kiss is deep a little sloppy from being out of breath.

After a few moments of afterglow, Follo begings to harden inside you again. The aphrodisiacs still have a chokehold over him, libido higher than ever. It wouldn't he surprising if he can last hours on end before even shooting blanks.

The kiss deepens and his hips slowly begin to grind against yours again with his twitching cock still burried deep inside your cunt.

You whimper against his lips at the sensation. You were still oh-so sensitive from cumming and he's already starting to hump your poor, used pussy like a dog again.

He swallows every little whimper and moan that leaves your lips before rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips.

Boths of his hands grab your ass as he pulls back from the kiss, lifting you on his cock and lowering you again. "Please, baby..." He whispers softly in a breathy tone. "Please ride me."

You sit up on his lap, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. His breathy, needy tone turns you on again. Your hips move subconsciously—back and forth, up and down and in sensual circles that make you both whimper.

His hands stay on your ass as you bounce on his cock and he whispers gentle praises to you. "Hng-! Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. Just like that, ride me just like that." He praises, bucking his hips to meet every drop and rock of your hips. You pick up the pace, hips moving more rapidly against his.

He lets out a choked moan, gripping your ass harder. "Y-yeah, baby just like that. Ride m-my cock like it's yours. I-it's yours baby..." He moans, words practically incoherent as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock.

Your skin began to burn and tingle beneath his palms from how hard he was gripping your ass. His nails left crescent moons in your skin, desperately trying to ground himself yet failing miserably. "Mmfuck! H-hah—it's yours...it's yours. Take it baby, it's all yours."

The sound of him being so needy and pussydrunk makes you wetter, walls fluttering around him as your nails began to lightly dig into the fabric of his shirt that was still unfortunately on. Your hands slid down his chest slowly before pushing up the hem of his shirt. You watch his stomach tense up everytime your hips lower on him, and also notice the sticky mess on his pelvis from where your slick drips onto him.

"Mm, y-you're making such a big m-mess." He says, watching your clit rub against his pelvis as you circle your hips. He listens to your moans for a moment before lifting one of his hands and placing it between you two. His thumb presses against your clit, and rubs soft circles.

Your hips buck, moans leaving your lips as he starts stimulating your clit while you ride him. "H-hnn! Don't stop." You plea, hips desperately chasing your own sweet release.

You swear you begin to see stars as that same white heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.

Follo notices immediately and whimpers at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, please...p-please baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock again." He moans as he furiously rubs your clit, feeling the little bud twitch and throb beneath his thumb.

"...'M g-gonna cum... 'm cumming!" Your jaw slacked as you leaned into him, walls spasming around his cock. You soaked his pelvis with slick and squirt.

Follo groaned at the sight and the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to continue thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm while simultaneously chasing his own high again.

His arms are around your waist as his cock pounds into your cunt, making you cry out in overstimulation. "Fuck, F-follo!"

His eyes practically roll back as you clench harder around him, whimpers escaping his lips with every sloppy thrust. "I'm sorry, baby.. sorry, s-sorry." He whines as his hips move harder and faster. He really can't help himself, your pussy is just so addicting and his mind is foggy from the still rampant affects of the chocolate. "Need it so bad... 's so good."

He's desperately trying to reach his high to give your poor pussy a break. Tears roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and your face is burried against his neck.

Just a few more thrusts, he thinks, the plap, plap, plap sound fills the room. And with one final thrust he cums burried deep inside. His cum coats your walls once again as hs slows his thrusts. His eyes open, panting heavily into the air—arms relaxing around you finally.

Your body goes lax against him, hoping he isn't still feeling the affects of the aphrodisiac. Which, he is of course. You whine, feeling him harden inside you again after a few minutes. You lift you head to look at him, brows furround pathetically. His cheeks are flushed pink and he smiles sheepishly now. "H-hah... sorry, baby. Just one more, please?"

And goddamn, you couldn't say no to that face even if you wanted too.

———

The morning after, you both woke up in a sweaty, naked mess. Follo behind you, spooning you and the blankets halfway off.

After a quick shower and getting dressed you walked out through the halls in HQ walking past Enjin who just seemed to be in a fit of giggles seeing the two of you.

Follo's cheeks flush immediately, knowing exactly why Enjin was cackling at you two. Neither of you were good at being quiet to say the least.

"Guess that means I won the bet." Enjin says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His words confuse the both of you but you can only imagine what he was betting on...

"And also, invest in a hotel room." He adds, guffawing when you both turn nuclear.

Maybe the walls are a little too thin.

"Oh em gee fawn you actually posted it we love you so much!!!!" everyone shouts with cheerful joy

Anyway this is genuinely fart out of a butt im sorry, i hope u guys like it anyway

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[kunizhi]

"yeah, i'm a busy woman." : ̗̀➛ gachiakuta men and their bossy girlfriend

enjin

god, enjin would be so into it.

he's naturally confident, loud, and capable; he’s used to taking charge, especially in life or death situations. #leaderorwhateva

the first time you point at him and say, “sit down. you’re exhausted,” he laughs. teases you. maybe even calls you scary, but he still sits. that’s the part that surprises him, he knows that he doesn’t necessarily have to comply and sit, but he wants to please his girl. there’s something grounding about you taking control in small, everyday tasks. it makes him feel cared for rather than challenged.

he’d never admit it out loud, but when you cross your arms and give him that look? his heart does a small flip.

yeah okay, enjin can be reckless and impulsive — charging into fights, taking risks, the usual stuff, but when you grab his sleeve and firmly tell him “don’t be stupid”, it hits differently. not because you doubt him – but because you’re worried.

he might grumble, might roll his eyes, say something cocky like, “you like me that much pretty lady?” but he listens to you after that. if you tell him to wait, he waits. if you tell him to pull back, he considers it. you just keep telling him what to do girl.

he brags about you to the cleaners too — mentioning how smart you are, how you “keep him in line,” how you’re not afraid of anyone. if someone ever criticizes you for being too demanding he’d defend you immediately. “let her do her thing, she knows what she’s doing.”

enjin isn’t necessarily submissive. if you cross your arms and demand something unreasonable, he’ll lean in with a grin and challenge you right back. “make me.”

he enjoys that back and forth banter, the way you don’t fold under his confidence. he doesn’t want someone who just agrees with him. he wants someone who can grab his choker and tell him he’s wrong, but still have the patience to forgive him when he repeats his same dumb mistakes.

zanka

zanka isn’t easily intimidated, and he doesn’t take orders lightly from just anyone, my boy can stand his ground.

but if there’s one thing zanka is… it’s a fake nonchalanter (i see you reminiscing).

so when you point at him and say, “don’t even think about it,” he raises a brow, scoffs, and bites back with a, “and if i do?” but really, if your tone is firm, he listens.

he’ll pretend to take a moment, as if he’s deciding on his own terms. but he adjusts his actions anyway.

zanka can be intense sometimes, especially when he’s focused. at times, he’s driven to the point of isolation. if he’s pushing himself too hard, you’re the one who steps in and tells him to stop. unlike the other cleaners, you don’t hesitate. “sit down.” “eat.” “you’re not invincible y’know.” the first few times, he bristles slightly for being called out. eventually he gets used to it and over time he starts anticipating it. starts waiting for your voice to interrupt his spiral.

he isn’t really drawn to timid people. when you’re assertive, when you speak clearly, hold eye contact, and don’t back down — it interests him. he sees strength in you, and that matters. zanka respects the way you take space unapologetically.

when it’s just the two of you and you gently guide him; adjusting his collar, pulling his hand toward you, telling him to stay still while you check a bruise – he goes very quiet. he doesn’t joke in those moments, doesn’t deflect. there’s an unspoken closeness about being directed so naturally by someone he trusts. if you say “come here,” he does. no argument. it feels less like being controlled and more like being chosen.

jabber

the first time you snap your fingers at him and say, “focus babe.” jabber bursts out laughing. he LOVES it when you order him around like a mutt (i hate him). someone trying to boss him around? that's comedy gold. 

he’ll exaggerate obedience. dramatic salutes, sarcastic “yes, ma’am”, over the top reactions.

jabber runs on impulse and whatever substance he mixes up. but when you grab him by his shirt and command him, he genuinely gets excited – in more ways than one.

he’ll intentionally ignore you sometimes just to see what you’ll do. he wants to see if you’ll chase him down, scold him, manhandle him and drag him back.  

you don’t try to silence him or change who he is. you just kinda redirect him. and for someone who thrives in unpredictability, it’s pretty damn addictive. sometimes he pushes things just a little too far to see if you’ll step in.

jabber likes it when you match his energy. gets him on a high. if you bark back at him, roll your eyes, shove his shoulder, put him in his place — he simply grins and giggles like he just found treasure. 

publicly, he’ll make a show of resisting. though when he gets you alone? it’s different. tell him to sit down while you clean up a scrap, he sits. again, he just likes getting dominated (i hate him x2).

follo

follo isn’t really loud about his reactions. when you tell him what to do, he’ll give you an unreadable look. a small hum. perhaps a subtle eyebrow raise. “that’s what you want?” he’ll ask, like he’s amused. even then, he just does what you asked.

a bossy girlfriend doesn't scare him, he likes it. follo pays attention to power shifts in conversations. he notices how your posture straightens, how your tone grows in irritation, how people usually listen, and he finds it attractive.

he might tease you later with a soft, “you really like being in control, don’t you?” don’t take that in a bad way, he likes seeing you own the space around you.

unlike the others (jabber), follo doesn’t escalate loudly. if you boss him around, he’ll deliberately pause before responding – just long enough to remind you he’s choosing to comply, “if you insist, love.”

honestly, he doesn’t wish to overpower you nor does he want to be overpowered either. the dynamic between the two of you is more like a dance, you lead, but he allows it because he trusts you.

follo doesn’t always show when he’s uncertain or tired and he has a habit of internalizing things. so when you notice and remind him, “you’re overthinking,” or “stop carrying everything yourself,” it actually helps him, even if it’s just words.

he may deflect it at first. but later, he replays your words in his mind. there’s comfort in knowing someone sees through his composure and isn’t afraid to call him out.

tamsy

tamsy thinks it’s absolutely adorable that his little angel orders him around.

when you first started giving him orders — “don’t ignore me.” “get me a glass of water.” — tamsy just smiles lazily, tilts his head, and gives a small approving hum like he’s entertained.

he isn’t affected by strong personalities. if anything, he gravitates towards them. your confidence is something he adores. some might say he’s obsessed with it.

tamsy will tease you about it, but in a gentle way, never undermining. “so strict,” he’ll murmur with a small pout. there’s no edge to it, no mockery. it’s like he’s fond of it. he enjoys watching you assert yourself, and he might even intentionally act a little dramatic just to hear you correct him.

i already stated that tamsy finds your confidence cute but i feel the need to reiterate that he indeed finds your confidence deeply attractive.

there’s just something about watching you command a room, stand your ground, or calmly tell someone off that intrigues him.

he admires your strength and authority. he might not say it outright, but the way he watches you afterward says enough.