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[tinibun]

this is a request ive been meaning to make for a bit now to someone, as a matter of fact ive posted it on my account as a suggestion... heh../j

anyways on a serious note, lmao, what about a tamsy x reader smut fic.. and they have this kind of situationship going on. Like they haven't even KISSED together before or anything, held hands at most (lmao), but they clearly like each other. Reason for that is because tamsy is a little shit and keeps teasing. Tamsy however decides to try and make reader jealous when they hangout downtown, with a pretty gal that clearly likes him. Tamsy doesnt strike me as the type of person to go as far as sleeping with someone to make someone else jealous, kissing st most ngl. So def some flirting going on there. Reader ofc sees and gets jealous... unfortunately. But she decides that instead of sulking, the better option is doubling down (yes it is!!). So next time she goes out into town at night (without him cuz she knows he'd prolly intervene with her evil schemes), she makes sure to find herself a rich and FINEE older man.. to make tamsy even more jelly like old enough to be tamsys father LMAO, so like mid forties. She talks it up with him over some red wine, hes nothing but a gentleman. One thing leads to another, she wakes up in his bed after a GOOD night damn 😭 and she did get some money in her pockets from him.. total dilf rlly lmao. And she makes sure tamsy finds sout SOMEHOW, and once he does he is SEETHINGGGG. So he visits her room late at night, specifically on a very busy day where most cleaners are probably out dispatched, oe heavily asleep, with his hair down ofc (to show his true intentions). And uhhh some jealousy/hate sex goes down, which does include reader being a BIT bratty and teasing him about the older man she slept with and asking if hes sure he can do better (he does prove her wrong, much to her dismay) 😭😭

pls this has been on my mind for so long 😭😭

NGHHH thisbis so yummy, giggling while reading this btw. why do you guys cook better than me but im literally on it rn, youre a genius

(sorry for inactivity...)

[tinibun]

Hiii, As promised I will keep the ideas flowing!😁

18+ Smut

Sex worker Tamsy x virgin reader

Where the finds herself bored, and really hot and bothered as of lately so she goes to semiu for advice. Thats when semiu tells her about Tamsy’s services. She takes up that offer and Tamsy guides the ready through their first time. The ready slowly but surely becomes his favorites customers.

I can imagine loads of positions he would how to show her like

Ex: Mating press, legs on his shoulders, doggy-style, rough sex etc

I wouldn’t mind some plot twists thrown in as well

Thank youuuu💗💗

have been working on this... thank you...

[tinibun]

stay with me

pairing tamsy caines x fem cleaner!reader

desc you're a new recruit of team eager, assigned to back up team akuta, and tamsy is the only one who makes this chaos feel bearable. but when raiders collapse the building, you're trapped, badly injured, and for the first time, he loses control, tearing through the rubble until he finds you. now, in recovery, he won't leave your side, showing you exactly how much he cares.

a/n heheheh thank you @zyasia again for the req. your ideas are actually such a fun way to actually see what i could cook up, its very challenging but enjoyable! i swear they open my eyes but again, thank you. enjoy!!

wc 2825

the pit doesn't ease you into anything. it throws you in and waits to see if you climb back out. you did, three times.

by the third mission, the weight of your gear felt less foreign against your shoulders. the smell of rust and dust didn't make your stomach twist the way it used to. your hands still shook sometimes after, but you learned how to tuck them into your pockets before anyone noticed.

tamsy noticed anyway. he always seemed to catch the small things — the way you lingered half a second too long before stepping into unstable ground, the way your breathing went shallow when the air got thick with debris.

after your first mission, you'd been scrubbing grime from your gloves at the wash basin when he leaned against the edge, bumping his elbow lightly against yours.

"i see you're still alive, huh?" he said, voice low, smirk faint. "i was starting to think i'd have to drag you back in pieces."

"charming," you muttered.

his smirk was faint, but it was there. "you're faster than you look. for someone who trips over their own boots half the time, that's impressive."

"half the time?" you said.

"precision is in the details," he shrugged, not breaking eye contact. "you miss the details, you're dead. most people here don't notice until it's too late. you're lucky i do."

you tried not to smile. "lucky me."

he let out a low hum. "don't let it get to your head."

and you didn't, at least not yet.

you barely had time to think about it before the next assignment came along. team akuta needed backup, a sweep through a stretch of no man's land where raiders had claimed collapsed high-rises as nests. decades of rot and impact damage had left the structures fragile, but they had turned it into an advantage, maybe attempting to pick shots from heights no one else dared to reach.

the building was worse up close. concrete sheared open like bone, metal ribs exposed and rusted through. the air inside tasted like old smoke and something bitter underneath. dust clung to your throat.

the silence stretched longer than it should have. not the hollow quiet of something abandoned, but the kind that made the back of your neck prickle. team akuta fanned out ahead of you, boots careful over fractured tile and old glass.

"they're here," rudo muttered under his breath. "they have to be."

tamsy didn't respond. his hand hovered near your elbow as you stepped over a split in the flooring, not touching, just close enough that you knew he would if you slipped.

the makeshift barricades lining the hallway weren't defensive in the way you expected. splintered desks shoved together. it looked less like preparation for a fight and more like something dismantled in a hurry.

you crouched near one of the doorways and brushed your glove over the concrete. the top layer of dust shifted too easily, revealing a darker patch beneath it.

"tamsy," you said quietly.

he moved beside you without hesitation. "what."

"i don't think this was settled naturally."

his eyes traced upward, following the lines in the ceiling. fractures spread from the support beams in branching patterns that looked almost deliberate. the metal brackets had been tampered with — not obvious at first glance, but once you saw it, you couldn't unsee it.

a low metallic creak echoed from somewhere above, not loud enough to be dramatic, just enough to seem wrong. realization settled heavy in your stomach. they hadn't waited to ambush. they hadn't planned to trade shots from the upper floors. they'd prepared the building instead.

"we need to clear out," tamsy said. the shift in his voice was subtle but immediate.

team akuta began backing toward the exit. you fell into step beside tamsy, heart beating faster now that the pattern made sense. the absence of combat wasn't luck.

another metallic strain carried through the structure, deeper this time. the floor beneath your boots vibrated faintly, like something heavy had shifted its weight.

"move," tamsy ordered, sharper now.

you were halfway down the corridor when something snapped above you. the lights flickered once before dying completely, plunging the hallway into a dim wash of gray from the broken windows at the far end. dust shook loose from the ceiling in thin streams.

the far wall buckled inward with a deep cracking groan. concrete split along the fractures you'd noticed minutes earlier, spiderwebbing outward. the building seemed to exhale — a long, grinding release of tension.

"stairwell!" zanka shouted.

you ran, and tamsy stayed at your side, one hand gripping the back strap of your vest now, not trusting proximity alone. the floor dipped again under your weight. a railing tore free ahead with a violent screech, clattering down the steps.

they hadn't meant to bury you instantly. they'd meant to collapse exit points first. a section of ceiling dropped behind you, sealing off the corridor you'd just cleared. dust exploded forward in a choking wave. someone coughed hard over the chokers.

"we're boxed—" riyo's voice cut in static over the chokers.

the stairwell landing trembled as boots pounded across it. you reached the turn in the stairs just as the support column beside it split clean through the middle.

"down!" tamsy barked.

you barely had time to react before the landing tore free. the world tilted violently. the stairs didn't fall in one clean drop; they broke apart in jagged sections, slabs shearing off at different angles. you felt yourself lose footing, your hand shooting out for balance and catching fabric instead.

tamsy's sleeve.

for a split second, your fingers locked. his other hand grabbed for you, but the concrete between you shifted, ripping the space wider. your grip slipped.

you fell.

the impact knocked the air from your lungs so completely you couldn't even scream. debris followed in a cascade — smaller pieces first, then something heavier that struck your hip and pinned you hard against the fractured floor below. the debris rained down from the impact points, fine gray powder coating your hair and lashes. your chest refused to expand properly. every inhale scraped raw. you tried to move your legs.

nothing.

above you, faint but frantic, voices filtered through layers of debris.

"we need to pull back!"

"status, anyone?!"

"she was right here!"

that one. even muffled, you'd recognize it.

you forced your eyes open wider, fighting the urge to let them close. the weight pressing against you felt endless. claustrophobic. like the pit itself had decided to swallow you.

"tamsy," you tried, but it came out broken.

blood trickled warm along your temple. the air felt thinner by the second. another piece of rubble shifted overhead. light filtered through a narrow break in the debris, thin and blinding, and then his face appeared in it. eyes scanning with a focus that bordered on frantic. they locked onto you. something in him changed instantly.

"hey—hey!" his voice broke when he saw you. "don't shut down on me. look at me."

you focused on the sliver of sky behind him. on his face streaked with dust and blood. there was a cut across his brow you didn't remember seeing before.

"you're not allowed," he said, voice shaking in a way that didn't match the tamsy you knew. "you hear me? you don't get to leave like this."

you''d have laughed if breathing didn't feel like knives.

his hands tore at the debris pinning you down. someone shouted at him from behind to stop — the structure wasn't stable. he ignored them completely.

"i've got her," he snapped, and there was something feral in it.

when the weight lifted from your leg, pain detonated up your spine. you gasped, vision flashing white, and his expression crumpled like he'd been the one crushed.

"i know. i know," he muttered, voice low and frantic. "just stay with me."

he slid his arms beneath you carefully, as if you might shatter, and lifted you free from the rubble. dust cascaded around you as he carried you through what remained of the hallway. the building groaned behind him, threatening another collapse.

"we're getting you out," he said quietly, eyes never leaving yours. "don't you dare make me repeat myself."

you faded in and out against his chest, aware only of the way he kept saying your name like it was an anchor.

the first thing you register is the sound, steady and mechanical and entirely wrong compared to the groaning collapse you remember. then the light presses through your eyelids, too bright, too sterile, and when you finally manage to open your eyes the ceiling above you is whole and unmoving.

your body feels distant, heavy in places and sharply aware in others. when you try to shift, something pulls tight along your ribs and pain blooms slow and deep, anchoring you to the mattress beneath you.

voices reach you before your vision fully clears.

"she should've woken up by now."

"that's not how head trauma works."

you turn your head slightly and regret it immediately, breath hitching as the movement sends a protest through your side.

tamsy is sitting so close to the bed his knee presses against the frame. his forearms rest on the mattress near your hand, like he hasn't allowed more than an inch of distance since you were brought in. dried blood stains the collar of his shirt. the cut across his brow has been cleaned but not properly treated. he looks like he hasn't moved in hours.

eisha stands near the end of the bed, posture straight but not relaxed. her arms are folded, though the tension in her shoulders gives her away.

"she's awake," eisha says first, stepping forward slightly.

tamsy's head snaps toward you so fast it's almost jarring. he's on his feet immediately, chair scraping softly against the floor.

"hey," he says, and the word is steadier than the way his hands hover near you, unsure where he's allowed to touch. "don't try to sit up."

you attempt to speak and your throat burns. he notices and reaches for the water at your bedside. his hand slides carefully behind your head, lifting you just enough to drink. his touch is restrained, like he's afraid even gentleness might hurt you.

"slow," he murmurs when you swallow too fast. "you're fine. you're here."

you lower back against the pillow and look between them. "how long?"

"eighteen hours," eisha answers. "fractured tibia, three cracked ribs, mild brain bleed that stabilized on its own. you were lucky."

tamsy's jaw tightens at that word.

"lucky," he repeats quietly, like he doesn't agree with it.

you glance at him. "you look worse."

there's a flicker of something in his eyes that almost resembles a smile, but it doesn't fully form. "i'm not the one who got buried."

eisha steps closer to the bed, studying you carefully. "i will need to run another scan in an hour. you'll be here a while."

you nod faintly, the movement exhausting.

there's a brief silence that settles, heavy but not uncomfortable. then eisha looks at tamsy. "you should get cleaned up," she says. "i don't mind staying with her."

he doesn't answer immediately. his gaze is still locked on you, like he's confirming you're real and conscious and breathing.

"tamsy," eisha presses, softer now. "you've been here the entire time. you haven't even changed."

"i'm fine."

"you're not."

he finally looks at her, and whatever sits behind his eyes makes her pause.

"i said i'm fine," he repeats, quieter but immovable.

eisha exhales slowly, weighing her next words. "she's stable. i can sit with her while you—"

"no."

the word isn't loud. it doesn't need to be.

eisha studies him for a long second. "you don't have to do this alone."

his hand moves then, almost unconsciously, finding yours against the blanket. his fingers curl carefully around them, mindful of iv lines and bruising. he doesn't look away from you when he answers.

"you can go," he says.

it isn't harsh or unkind. but it's definitely stern enough to scare.

eisha's gaze flicks to the way his thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, grounding himself as much as you. something in her expression softens.

"call if anything changes," she says to him, then to you, "and you shouldn't make a habit of this."

the door closes behind her with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. the room settles into a different kind of silence after that.

tamsy doesn't move right away. his hand stays wrapped around yours, thumb brushing once over your knuckles, still trying to confirm something. when he finally exhales, it's slow and unsteady, like he's been holding it since the building came down.

"she's right," you murmur, your voice thin but steadier now. "you look like hell."

that almost earns you something real. almost. his mouth shifts at the corner before flattening again.

"don't," he says quietly.

you study him instead of answering. the dried blood at his collar isn't all his, and there's dust still ground deep into the seams of his sleeves. his gloves sit discarded on the bedside table, knuckles torn clean through, fabric split and stiff with dried red where it soaked past the rips, as if he kept digging long after they stopped protecting him.

"you found me," you say.

his jaw tightens. "yeah."

"they told you to pull back."

it's a guess, but the way his eyes flick down tells you it's right.

"that wasn't your call," you add.

"no," he agrees, voice level in a way that feels carefully constructed. "it wasn't."

you shift slightly, wincing when your ribs protest. he's on his feet again immediately, one hand hovering near your shoulder, the other bracing against the mattress.

"stop moving," he mutters. "you shouldn't test the stitches yet."

"i'm not testing them."

"you are."

you look up at him and for the first time since you woke up, you see it clearly. the crack in his composure. the way his control is sitting just barely over something volatile.

"i thought you were dead," he says suddenly, like the words have been waiting and he's tired of holding them back. "when the landing gave out and you slipped, i couldn't see you. the chokers were static. the whole structure was shifting and they were yelling at me to fall back."

his grip on the bed frame tightens slightly.

"i couldn't get a clear read on you, you weren't responsive."

you swallow.

"so i went back in."

it isn't dramatic. he doesn't raise his voice. he says it like it was the most obvious choice in the world.

"tamsy—"

"don't." his eyes snap to yours, not angry, but sharp. "don't say my name like that. i don't regret it."

you stare at him for a long second. "you could've been buried too."

"i know."

the fact that he says it without hesitation makes your chest ache more than the fractures. he drags a hand down his face, then steps closer to the bed again, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him even through the layers of blankets and bandaging.

"when i saw you under there," he continues, quieter now, "you weren't moving. there was blood in your hair and i thought—" he stops, jaw working once before he forces himself to finish. "i thought that was it."

your fingers tighten weakly around his.

"it wasn't."

his gaze drops to your hand in his, like he's memorizing the weight of it.

"no," he says. "it wasn't."

you watch the tension shift through him slowly, settling into something more controlled. his thumb moves again, absent and repetitive, like he needs the motion.

"you're not allowed to do that again," he says after a moment.

"get crushed by a building?"

"disappear on me."

the words hang between you.

you try to lighten it, even now. "i didn't do it on purpose."

"i don't care."

his voice isn't harsh. it's just honest.

"you don't get to scare me like that," he adds, softer. "not after—"

he doesn't finish the sentence, but he doesn't have to. not after the wash basin. not after every half-second he's hovered near your elbow without touching. not after the way he ignored orders and tore concrete apart with his hands.

you shift your grip, careful of the iv line, and thread your fingers more securely through his. "i'm still here."

his eyes lift to yours again, and there's something unguarded in them that he doesn't usually let anyone see.

"yeah," he says quietly. "you are."

this time, when he pulls the chair closer and sits back down, he doesn't hover like he's unsure. he keeps your hand in his and leans forward just enough that his forehead almost brushes your knuckles.

and when he stays, there's the faintest brush of his lips over the back of your hand, gentle and he doesn't let go.

©tinibun 2026 ― please dont repost, steal, translate, or place my works into ai ♡

[tinibun]

Hii again Tinibun!!

I hope your doing well.

I have another story idea for you. An angst Tamsy x reader

The Reader is the Brand New recruit to Team Eager.

After successfully completing 3 previous missions, she is assigned to help Team Akuta in a no mans land area. Her and Tamsy having the closest relationship. Casually flirting and joking around.

But This time things go horribly wrong.

During the mission they are ambushed by the raiders once again but the raiders collapsed the building they were in. The reader gets trapped under the rubble and badly injured nearly not making it out alive.

For the first time ever, Tamsy loses his cool and freaks out, worried for the reader

Not stoping the search until he finds the reader and brings her to safety.

During the recovery process he stays by her side, truly showing how much he cares.

Your stories are absolutely PEAK. Ive been thinking about this concept for a while but i personally dont have the energy to write it😮‍💨 plz feel free to personalize it if you’d like .

Please and Thank you💗

AAHAHWHW THIS SOUNDS SO CUTIE AND SWEET, YESYES I WILL DEF COOK THIS UP

thank you again for the reqs they are so fun and it makes me happy you enjoy my writing so much 🥹🥹🫰

[matildallover]

𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲

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Jung Wooyoung x GN FWB! Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, uses of edibles, pet names, swearing.

AN: Wow! Awesome, my first time writing smut...I'm honestly afraid to post this. Please don't flame me. Yes, the ending is extremely rushed because I had no idea what to write...forgive me. I wrote this for the loml @tinibun she loves her some Wooyoung...who doesn't...but anyways, Also, I don't know much about how many eds a man like Wooyoung could take like idk I just made this shit up. I hope you find this a decent read! Enjoy! Ayesha Erotica ily girl

wc: 1,367

not proofread.

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You look up at Wooyoung with an amused smirk, watching as he fumbles with the small bag.

Edibles.

He managed to get some of your favorite while his group was on tour in the United States. They tasted just like regular candy, you'd said, and he was curious...but of course, he didn't mind surprising you either.

"Have you ever taken an edible? Or do you only smoke?"

A teasing laugh bursts from your throat as you speak, and you gently shove his shoulder as he looks up at you with faux annoyance.

"I don't really like smoking, that's all you."

He mutters, finally ripping the bag open.

"I figured this is a better alternative, though."

A smug grin tugs at his lips as he reaches into the bag and pulls out two gummies, looking back up at you for some sort of approval, earning him an eyeroll.

"You sure you can handle that much? These things are like...ten milligrams each!"

"I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm a grown ass man."

He sassily tosses the bag in your lap before shoving the gummies in his mouth and flopping back onto the pillow of your bed.

"Whatever you say, man..."

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It's not long before he's got half his body hanging off the bed, a quiet groan escaping his lips. His mind was so hazy he was sure it was the most blissful he's ever felt.

Wooyoung sits up, trying to keep himself from falling off the mattress. He leans against the headboard with a sigh, looking over at you.

After watching him act absolutely gone for the past twenty minutes, your seated with a devilish grin— a smile that said "I told you so".

He meets your gaze, letting out a displeased huff.

"The fuck are you looking at?"

You bust out laughing, hitting your knee as you fold over in your lap.

"You're such an idiot! I told you two wasn't a good idea! You're higher than the fuckin' roof!"

He rolls his eyes at you, his head lulling to the side.

Soon you calm down, and you're both enjoying the comfortable silence...but your gaze is pulled back to him, your eyes moving down to the soft pink plush of his lips...his throat bobbing as he swallows...down to his chest, where you could almost see the rapid pounding of his heart against his chest.

Your own begins to pick up in speed as thoughts start to race inside your mind.

A heat you only knew on your own starting to pool in your stomach.

Fuck.

"...hey, Woo?"

You barely whisper, your throat was bone dry and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire— it was a miracle you could even speak.

"Hmm...?"

He looks over at you, and your heart almost stops.

Has he always looked like that?

So soft?

So pretty?

Like he's absolutely begging to be fucked?

He smiles at your silence.

"Take a picture...it'll last longer.

He says before lifting an arm to poke at your cheek with his pointer finger. The warmth of your skin underneath the pad of his finger surprises him, and he takes in a deep breath, letting his hand rest on your knee.

"...hey...you alright? You're warm. If anyone was gonna feel sick, I would've thought it would be me."

"...yeah...yeah, I'm okay."

Your response was slow, and of course he noticed. He was still perceptive. He was still your best friend.

It wasn't hard for him to catch how your eyes seemed to move across his body, going from his eyes, to his lips, to his hands, all the way down to his-

"Hey"

He quickly brings your attention back to his face, but it seems he knew exactly what you were thinking. Wooyoung is many things, and stupid was never one of them.

"Woo."

You whisper.

"Please."

A wicked grin spreads across his face at your needy tone, and he doesn't waste any time with cupping your jaw and slamming his lips against yours.

Your lips move against each other with a furious urgency as he swallowed each of your moans. He grips your hips to pull you on top of him, your thighs settling on both sides of his lap.

"So fucking sexy...shit, if I had known this is all it took for me to finally get to taste you, I would've tried it earlier, yeah?"

He hisses as he pulls away, taking a moment before his lips find your neck. His cocky demeanor usually would of had you face—palming, but as of right now the only thing you could think of was the idea of his lengthy fingers doing a number on your pussy.

He sucks and nips at the soft flesh of your throat, and you whine as you try your hardest not to just grind down on his clothed cock underneath you.

"Wooyoung...ngh—"

You could feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt as his tongue slides across your pulse point, the unbearable ache you felt growing stronger every teasing moment that passed.

It felt like he had waited hours before he was finally pulling up your shirt, and his cool hands against the sensitive skin of your stomach sent shivers down your spine.

"Arms up, sweet girl."

He purrs, and of course, you comply, lifting your trembling arms above your head. He tugs your shirt off, discarding it somewhere on the ground next to the bed. His eyes trail down to your chest, one eyebrow twitching up as he takes in the sight of your bare skin.

"...no bra?"

He looks back up at your flushed face for an answer of any sort.

"Um...n-no?"

...he smiles, but he doesn't seem like his usual sweet self anymore...this was an Wooyoung you've never met before. An Wooyoung maybe nobody has ever met before.

You let out a yelp as he pushes you to the mattress and rolls over on top of you, one arm positioned by your head and the other on your waist. He silences any protests by shoving his knee between your legs, right up against your sopping core.

"Good. Just makes this easier for me, baby."

He removes his hand from your waist to deliver a harsh flick your nipple before gripping the soft flesh— and is if that wasn't enough— his knee begins moving against you, the pressure against your clit was somehow the greatest you've ever felt, pulling a moan from your lips.

"That's it...there you go...that feel good, bunny?"

His cheek brushed against yours as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, the sound of his voice alone seemed to be enough to make you cum on the spot.

You nod quickly, the cannabis in your system heightened your senses, making every hair stand on end.

Wooyoung was beginning to grow impatient with himself- the strain of his dick against his sweatpants was growing painful, and he internally cursed himself for his focus on foreplay.

"...baby...shit, I'm sorry, but I need to fuck you now or I think I might actually pass out."

You meet his gaze with half-lidded eyes and parted lips, unsure of what to say.

"Woo...no, I—I don't even have any condoms."

He lets out a groan of annoyance, simply accepting his fate. He was to focused on both of your orgasms now to do anything else...

So he continued his earlier ministrations, knee moving against your pussy, but he brings one of his free hands down to work his erection through his pants— palming at the bulge.

He groans as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, getting off to the sound of your sweet moans.

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It doesn't take much longer for the two of you to find release, the pleasure crashing over your body like waves, and you're both left twitching against each other, the only sound being your labored breath.

You look down at the man now nestled between your breasts, and as if he felt your gaze on him, his eyes open, looking up at you.

"I hope you know, I'm never trying one of those things again."

You smile, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

"That's okay. More for me."

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not proofread.

This work is purely fiction.

[tinibun]

please im actually nutting

[tinibun]

wrapped in you

pairing bf!choso x reader

desc 18+ ⸝⸝ domestic apartment au lazy morning in bed with choso, tangled in blankets, laughing, teasing, and stealing soft kisses before the day even starts.

a/n just wanted to get something out today but honestly i love the new jjk seasons sm. been thinking about choso a lot recently... i love him sm ♡.

wc 670

you wake up to the smell of coffee and the faint warmth of him pressed against your side, his arm is draped across your waist. hair messy, curling over his forehead, and one of his eyes peeks open lazily. he lets out a soft groan, reaching one hand up to stretch over his head. you sneak a finger through his hair, tugging just a little, and he shivers. "hey," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

"morning," you say, nudging him with your shoulder.

he grumbles, half-smile forming. "you woke me up too early."

"it's not early," you tease. "you just sleep like a bear."

he snorts, rolling onto his back dramatically, one arm still draped across your waist. "hm. maybe i just like waking up with you," he murmurs, and his lips press a quick kiss against your shoulder before he hides his face against the pillow again.

you laugh quietly, stretching your arms above your head. "yeah, right."

"dont lie," he says, lifting his head just enough to squint at you. "i know you like waking up next to me. admit it."

"fine," you mutter, poking his chest. "i like it. happy?"

"hm," he hums, eyes narrowing playfully. "not enough."

before you can ask what he means, he grabs your hand and drags it up to press against his chest. "look, now you're officially helping me wake up," he says, wiggles his fingers against yours. "i'll count this as moral support."

you laugh, leaning into him, hair brushing his cheek. "moral support for what exactly?"

"for surviving me," he says, voice low, teasing, and then suddenly his lips are on your temple, soft and lingering just enough to make your stomach flip. "and maybe for cuddles," he murmurs against your skin.

you wiggle under him, trying to act annoyed but failing miserably. "you're ridiculous," you whisper.

"i know," he says, smiling against your shoulder. "and you love it."

you roll your eyes, but your lips twitch into a grin. he snickers and drapes an arm fully over your shoulders, tugging you impossibly close. "see? told you," he says, fingers brushing along your side, thumbs just barely grazing your ribs.

you giggle, squirming a little. "stop touching me," you tease, though your hands are already in his hair, tugging lightly.

he hums, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. "nope," he says. "i'm awake now. and you're too cute to ignore."

you lean up, pretending to be annoyed, and flick his nose. "cute, huh?"

"cute," he repeats, voice low and playful. then he grins. "but also mine. you forgot that part."

"yours?" you echo, mock shock in your voice, pulling the blankets over your head.

"yeah," he says, tugging the blanket down with one hand, exposing your shoulder, and leans in to press his lips there again. "definitely mine. don't argue."

you laugh, tugging at his hair, poking him in the ribs. "stop being ridiculous."

"can't," he says, voice soft, warm, teasing. "i'm too good at this. you love it."

you sigh, collapsing against him, just giving in. he wraps both arms around you, face buried in your hair, and the two of you lie there, lazy and warm, exchanging small kisses, soft whispers, playful nudges, and quiet laughter that fills the apartment.

he drags a finger across your ribs, just enough to make you squirm. "admit it," he murmurs, "you like me messing with you like this."

"maybe i do," you whisper, nuzzling into him, "but you're still annoying."

"good," he says, voice muffled against your neck. "then i'm doing it right."

you hum, letting your hands trace along his back. he lets out a content sigh, pulling you in. "stay," he murmurs. "just… stay."

you grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm not going anywhere."

and for the next hour, you stay there, tangled up together, playing little games under the blankets, tickling, stealing kisses, whispering nonsense, laughing quietly, and existing in the kind of perfect, lazy, messy, playful morning that doesn't need anything else.

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[matildallover]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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This is part two. Find part one here: part 1

Phil Malkin x Fem! Reader

AN: Wowieeee not only am I changing a bit of the layout I usually do, I feel like this really sucks. Can you tell I wrote this half asleep during class? Probably. I also tried to make it as awkward as possible since they're literally babies...I hope you guys enjoy, though. I haven't posted for awhile. I also always change sm shit after I post so this could change.

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You stare at him in pure disbelief. It was like time had stopped. You couldn't feel your heart in your chest or your breath in your lungs— wait— were you even breathing right now? 

"───...hey...Earth to ───!?"

You jump up, suddenly snapping back to reality at the sound of Phil's soft voice. You blink once, your lips pursed together, "...I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make you —” 

"No!!" 

The word practically leapt from your throat, cutting him off quickly, 

“D-don’t apologize. Please.” 

He watches you with a blank expression, and swallows before looking down at the textbook in his lap. He clears his throat.   

“Anyways...um...we should—”   

“You like me?”   

You ask, cutting him off once more. Your face burned hot as you shifted closer to him on the bed, sitting with your knees to the side. 

His eyes widen at your sudden proximity, when he finally looks up, his eyes meet yours— just inches away.   

“...I— um...”    He stammers, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze flickers from your mouth back up to your eyes.  

“I guess you could say that, sorry.”   

“Sorry for what?”   

You quickly retort, tucking your hair behind your ears.   

“I-I don’t...c-could you back up? You’re kind of...close.”    “You don’t want me to be?”    “Well─...”   

He goes silent. For once in Phil’s life, he didn’t have a smartass comeback to snap back with. His mind was blank and his mouth was dry. Honestly, it seemed the evening was going more in his favor than he thought it would, and he didn’t know how to react. There was a girl in his bed and he was acting a fool! And not just any girl, ───! The girl he’s had his eyes set on since the third grade—   

“Phil? You still with me?”   

You say gently, placing your hand on his arm to grab his attention. The touch causes him to take in a sharp inhale, his hand quickly grips onto the comforter underneath them.  

“I just wasn’t expecting the night to go this way, is all.” 

“...you started it, Phil.”   

A giggle escapes your lips, and he smiles at the sound; music to his ears. Phil just adored your laugh. He loved everything about you, really. That’s why he’d been pining for you for almost all his life- only now gaining the confidence to actually flirt with you- well...that confidence was pretty much out the window now. 

“...I know I started it, okay? I didn’t think you’d...flirt back.”    “Well...uh...I don’t see why I wouldn’t.”   

You look down at your hands in your lap, starting to pick at your nails. You couldn’t see where the conversation was going. It was confusing- he was confusing.  

“So...what are you gonna do?” 

You mumble.   

“What am I gonna do? I-I...I don’t know. I’ve never been in this situation before.”   

He practically hisses. You could hear the panic and anxiety he was feeling in his tone. 

“That’s not true! I saw you holding hands with Lucy Baker in eight grade!”   

You exclaim, a teasing grin tugging at your lips.   

“That doesn’t count! I didn’t like her! It didn’t...feel like this, okay?”   

You take in a deep breath, your body seeming to relax at his words.  

“...close your eyes, Phil.”   

You whisper.   

“What? Why?” 

“Just close them!” 

And with a shaky sigh, his eyes flutter closed, trusting you completely. Your hands tremble as you bring them up to cup his cheeks- he almost gasps at the feeling of your tender touch.  

Your mind and heart were practically screaming at you to pull away, but you pushed it down- only focused on the sight of him in front of you, totally relaxed in your control.  

Without another second, you lean in, pressing your lips to his.  

In an instant, you feel his lips curving into a smile against your mouth, both of your nerves washing away at once as the two of you melt into the kiss.    Everything was perfect. 

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[tinibun]

my human

pairing incubus!tamsy caines x fem!reader

desc 18+ you found him broken in an alley and thought you were saving him. you didn't realize he was something hungry, and slowly deciding you belonged to him.

a/n req from @zyasia ♡. thank you so much for being the first, i honestly love reqs because sometimes a girl gets brain fry and cant think of anything, but its just fun to see some interesting ideas and improving my works. i actually loved this idea so much and omgoshheje i fucking love tamsy with my whole being you dont understand hes so gorgeous. pls enjoy…

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you find him collapsed in the shadows of the alley, half-hidden behind a dumpster, shoes scuffed, hair falling across his face in a way that almost hides it. at first you think he's hurt, maybe drunk, maybe worse—but there's something about the way his body moves, even when still, that makes you pause. he doesn't look at you, doesn't flinch. he just tilts his head.

"hey," you murmur, voice low, careful, "you okay? want some help?"

he finally meets your eyes, and you swear something flickers there—interest, amusement, hunger—and it sends heat straight to your chest. he doesn't answer, just lets you crouch next to him, lifting his wrist to check for a pulse, brushing the dust off his pants.

you find yourself talking to him anyway, offering water, wrapping your jacket around his shoulders, feeding him scraps of your snack. he watches you while you move around, still, silent, and every glance lingers too long, every tilt of his head too deliberate. it's unnerving and thrilling.

he hums once when you brush your fingers over the cut on his cheek. low, soft, almost a purr, and your stomach flips. "you're gentle," he murmurs. "interesting."

you pause, looking at him. "i'm just… trying to help."

"help?" his lips curl into the faintest smirk, shadowed in the dim alley light. "hm. yes. your human instincts."

something about the way he says it makes your chest tighten. your hand hovers over his arm, and he lets you touch him, leans into it like it's exactly what he wanted. the subtle thrill of holding him, the heat radiating off him, the quiet dominance in the way he allows it—it all coils around you.

he finally sits up fully when you guide him to your apartment, still silent except for the faint sound of his breathing, and it's enough. enough to notice the tiny details about him: sharp nails, the way his jaw catches the light, the way his pupils dilate when he catches you staring. and slowly, inch by inch, you start to realize something's… different about him. not human different, not injured lost human different. dangerous different. alluring different.

you've been taking care of him for days now—feeding him, tending to the scratches you swore were nothing, making sure he's warm, letting him lean against you while he recovers. each small gesture, each quiet moment together, has built a tension you hadn't fully recognized until now. the way he waits for your attention, the way he studies you in silence—it's becoming impossible to ignore.

you inch away from the couch and he leans against the armrest, eyes never leaving you, voice low and smooth. "don't wander too far. i like having you in my sight."

that's when it hits—you feel it in your chest, in the small hairs on your arms. the way he watches, every glance, every flicker of muscle, like he's memorizing you piece by piece. the heat radiating off him, quiet but insistent, makes your skin hum and pulse in a way you didn't expect.

your movements feel deliberate now, almost instinctive, every shift of your weight pulling him closer. every brush of your fingers along the couch, every tremble in your breath, makes him lean in, pressing his heat against you. the tip of his nose brushes your shoulder. his hands roam—gripping, kneading, dragging along the curve of your neck, the line of your jaw, the swell of your chest. you shiver under his touch, back arching, hips tilting into him without thought.

he murmurs your name over and over, low and wet against your ear, calling you his human as his lips trace shallow kisses down your neck, then biting just hard enough to make you gasp. his hands wander to your thighs, pressing, squeezing, moving you against him until every inch of you aches for more. you grind against him, chest flush, nipples brushing the fabric of his shirt, desperate for friction, for contact, for the way he dominates without words.

when he tips you back, presses you fully into the couch, skin sliding against skin, you're caught entirely but you don't pull away. you let him have you, let him teach you, let him mark you as something beyond just a human who cared for a lost stranger in an alley.

his mouth moves lower. his teeth graze your lower stomach, trailing kisses as his hands hold you steady. you gasp, hips tilting instinctively as his tongue brushes against your slit, teasing over your wetness, tasting you. your back arches as he moans softly, lips sucking, tongue pressing, fingers dragging along your thighs. you clutch his hair, tug him closer, moans slipping past your lips.

"so sweet," he growls, voice low and controlled. "you taste incredible, my human."

you're trembling, thighs quivering as he licks, sucks, teases. fingers curl into your hips, pressing you into him as your body reacts, every flick of his tongue sending shivers, every press of his lips drawing gasps from your throat.

he alternates between sucking and teasing, fingers brushing, tongue curling, every motion deliberate. you moan openly, hips rocking, hands gripping his shoulders.

he pulls back just long enough to line himself up, hips pressing against you, hard, teasing. your body writhes, desperate for more. he pushes inside slowly, letting you feel every inch before moving fully.

"there you are," he growls. "so perfect."

your back arches, chest pressed to his, every nerve on fire. his hands clutch your hips, controlling the rhythm. your moans grow louder, head tipped back, nails raking down his back.

he leans down, mouth brushing yours in a heated kiss, groaning over your lips, jaw, neck. you're trembling, completely lost.

"cum for me," he murmurs.

you do, almost immediately as if he was in complete control now. clenching, shivering, crying out into his neck as he presses, thrusts, holds you tight, milking every sound, every quiver. lips on your shoulder, voice harsh, needy, praising.

he's still inside you, thick and impossibly hot, every thrust slow and dragging out the tension until your body shakes. his hands grip your hips, thumb circling your clit.

"you feel exquisite, so warm…don't make me stop," he says, teasing and commanding.

"yes… don't stop…" you whisper.

he chuckles, thrusting deeper. "that's it… my good human. so perfect, trembling for me."

you moan, hips lifting instinctively, trying to ride him, and he presses you flat.

"you belong to me," he growls. "every sound, every shiver… i feel it all."

his hand cups your ass, pulling you flush against him. "don't fight it. scream if you need to… no one else hears it."

"please— keep going…" you gasp.

he smirks, teeth grazing lightly. "i'm far from done."

you arch, legs trembling, body wracked with pleasure. he presses harder, rolling his hips slowly. you cry out, hips jerking, every nerve on fire as he drags you up the edge again and again, whispering filthy praise into your ear.

"look at you, squeezing me… mine… all mine," he hisses. "cum for me… human, all over me."

and when you cum, it's not gentle. thighs clamp around him, body convulsing, chest heaving, voice raw. he doesn't pull away, grinding slow, deep, circling your clit as he whispers, "good girl… not done yet."

your vision flickers but he stays, moving again, dragging you into the next wave. moan after moan, gasp after gasp, breaking apart in multiple staggered climaxes. he hovers, lips brushing your jaw, murmuring, nipping, reminding you how tight and wet you are.

"don't fight it," he hisses. "finish again… i know you love it."

you cry out, arching, shaking, writhing under him, cumming again, muscles clenching, shivering, and he keeps going, hands pressing, lips claiming, voice low and steady.

finally, your body trembles uncontrollably, mind swimming, vision flickering—but he's still there. still inside. still moving. still claiming. whispering your name, "so good… so perfect…"

your body goes limp, shivers fading… and you feel him continuing, deliberate, a low hum vibrating against your skin, keeping you tethered as consciousness slips.

when you wake, your body is warm. heavy. sore in the best way. your chest rises sharply as awareness comes back in pieces, he's still there, still inside. eyes glowing faintly, gaze fixed on you with possessive hunger. not moving fast. not rough. just slow. steady thrusts, like he never stopped. when your gaze finally focuses on him, his mouth curves.

"there you are," he says quietly.

his hips roll once, deeper, just enough to make you gasp.

"i was wondering how long you'd last."

his fingers slide along your jaw, down your throat, over your collarbone—possessive.

"did i exhaust you," he asks softly, "or do you want me to keep going?"

and the way he says it makes it clear—he absolutely will.

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[tinibun]

Hilli, I hope you are doing well.

Could i please request a +18 smut Incubus Tamsy x reader. where the reader finds and cares for him thinking he is lost but he slowly becomes obsessed with "his human". The reader notices this behind and begins to realize he is an incubus.

I dont know i tried my best. I trust you could make this concept idea better. Im kinda running out of ideas . Thank you

you trust me.?.. im on it babes...

[tinibun]

hi omg i loved your stoner x nerd janka!!!! do you have any more thoughts on them?!?!?! i’d love to hear it omg like. im not getting across how good it was

ohmygosh dont get me started... honestly i dont think jabber would be like the stupid type bc he def isnt but ive wanted to make a janka fic for forever, just didnt have any actual good ideas. any janka trope is beautiful 🥹🥹. im so happy you enjoyed it, honestly i love their dynamic so much you dont understand like sgshsjsjdj im def gonna cook up sum more, thank you for your love again its very motivating!!

[tinibun]

room 016

pairing stoner!jabber x nerd!zanka

desc 18+ ⸝⸝ college au zanka keeps his distance. jabber doesn't. late nights, sharp words, and quiet tension blur the line between hate and something else.

a/n found myself doomscrolling yesterday and stumbled upon a video w this prompt, uhhhh can you tell i fell in love immediately, creds to @/b4ku.kk on tt. this was so fun to make and is another long one, i hope you enjoy it ♡ ( also yes i based the room number after the first ep they encountered each other, am i a genius or what ).

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the dorm assignment email was a mistake. that's what zanka told himself the first night he walked in and found the room already hazy. not messy. not loud.

hazy.

the window was cracked open even though it was november, a fan wedged against the sill like it could outrun the smell. sweet. burnt. unmistakable.

jabber was sprawled across the bottom bunk, one leg dangling off the side, headphones crooked around his neck, eyes half-lidded and red in a way that wasn't from crying.

"you must be my little valedictorian," jabber said, not bothering to sit up. voice slow. vowels stretched thin. consonants swallowed whole. "c'mere, lemme look at you."

zanka stood in the doorway with his suitcase still in hand.

"you're smoking in here."

jabber grinned, "was."

zanka didn't smile back.

he walked in, set his suitcase upright, already mentally calculating how to file a room reassignment request without sounding dramatic. jabber watched him unpack like it was live entertainment. crisp folded shirts. labeled folders. color-coded binders.

"jesus," jabber muttered. "you alphabetize your socks too, mr bad attitude?"

zanka's jaw ticked, "dont call me that."

jabber sat up then, slow and deliberate, elbows on his knees. his hair was messy in a careless way that looked intentional. his hoodie hung loose, collar slipping just enough to show collarbone and ink.

"what should i call you, then?" he asked, smirk curling lazy at the edges. "sir? your highness? dean's list?"

zanka shut his drawer harder than necessary.

"just don't talk to me."

jabber laughed under his breath.

"oh, this's gonna be fun."

it got worse before it got better. jabber never studied in the room, but he was always there. music low. window cracked. lighter clicking. laughing at nothing. inviting people over and then forgetting they existed ten minutes later.

zanka tried noise-canceling headphones.

tried the library.

tried ignoring the way jabber's voice dragged through the room like smoke, low and amused and constantly pushing.

"you ever relax?" jabber asked one night, watching zanka rewrite the same paragraph for the third time. "or you just live like that? tense as hell."

zanka didn't look up.

"some of us care about our futures."

jabber leaned back in his chair.

"some of us don't need to kill ourselves to feel smart."

silence.

zanka finally glanced at him.

jabber was watching him differently now. not just amused, assessing. eyes dragging slow over the way zanka's sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows. the way his fingers tightened around his pen.

"you're always mad," jabber murmured. "what's got you so wound up, mr bad attitude?"

"maybe you."

jabber's grin sharpened.

"yeah?"

zanka stood abruptly.

"i can't breathe in here."

he moved toward the window. jabber stood too.

"window's already open."

"it's not enough."

jabber stepped closer, close enough that zanka could feel the heat of him. the faint scent of weed and something darker underneath, skin and smoke and recklessness.

"you're not mad about the smell," jabber said softly.

zanka's breath stuttered once before he caught it.

"you don't know what i'm mad about."

jabber tilted his head.

"i think i do."

and then he reached out. just two fingers. hooked into the fabric of zanka's sleeve. not pulling, just there. zanka could've stepped back yet he didn't.

"don't," he warned.

jabber's voice dropped lower.

"don't what?"

their chests were almost touching now. zanka's pulse was visible in his throat. jabber's thumb brushed against his wrist, slow. testing.

"you act like you hate me," jabber whispered. "but you look at me like you wanna break something."

zanka's composure cracked first.

he grabbed jabber by the front of his hoodie and shoved him back against the desk. the chair scraped loud against the floor. papers scattered. jabber's breath caught — not scared.

thrilled.

"there he is," he murmured, eyes darkening. "knew you had it in you."

"shut. up."

zanka's hands were still fisted in his hoodie. jabber didn't move them. instead, he leaned forward into the grip.

"make me."

the kiss wasn't soft or romantic. it was teeth and tension and weeks of pretending they didn't feel it. zanka kissed like he studied — precise at first. controlled. jabber didn't. jabber bit and laughed against his mouth.

"you're so fuckin' angry," he breathed. "it's hot."

zanka shoved him down onto the desk fully this time. the lamp tipped and books slid. jabber's hands finally moved — gripping zanka's waist, dragging him closer.

"say you don't want this," jabber murmured, voice thick, teasing even now. "c'mon, mr bad attitude. say it."

zanka didn't say it. he kissed him again instead. harder. angrier.

consent wasn't spoken — but it was there in the way jabber arched up into him, in the way his fingers hooked at zanka's belt and tugged.

"you're impossible," zanka muttered against his neck.

jabber laughed breathlessly.

"you love it."

clothes came off in uneven pieces. shirts first, buttons flying, fabric tugged hard. then hands everywhere — desperate, clumsy, heated, gripping, exploring. zanka's anger had been loud and sharp, but once jabber's back hit the mattress, it turned into something else entirely. something jagged and raw, and entirely under his control.

he hovered for a second. breathing heavy. jaw tight. pupils dark. you could feel the tension in his chest radiating through every inch of him.

jabber reached up and brushed his thumb along zanka's cheek. softer now. careful. grounding.

"you good?" he asked quietly. no teasing. just checking.

zanka swallowed and nodded once. that was enough. then jabber's hands found him fully. sloppy, heated, wandering, gripping. palms on shoulders, fingertips dragging along ribs, thumbs brushing over skin that shivered under contact. zanka's back arched instinctively, hips tilting against him, desperate for friction.

it wasn't gentle. not really. not even considerate. but it wasn't cruel either. it was friction and heat and hard, shouted curses, lips colliding, teeth grazing, gasped breaths mingling. jabber's lazy voice, usually so cool and teasing, had gone rough and breathless. broken phrases, half-formed praise, each word scraping against zanka's ear like fire.

"that's it— yeah… you're so fuckin' tense… let go…"

zanka did. in pieces. in shards. each sharp inhale. each shuddering grip. each soft whine pressed into jabber's shoulder. each grunt of effort and release. every time jabber whispered "mr. bad attitude", it was intimate, almost worshipful despite the mockery.

jabber's hands didn't stop. explored every ridge, every curve of tension, finding places that made zanka hiss and buck instinctively. fingers pressed, dragged, thumb rubbing, skin burning under his touch. each time zanka came, jabber held him there, steadying, teasing, pulling, until the shivers subsided just a little before starting again.

the mattress creaked, soft and uneven under their movements. zanka's own hands gripped at jabber's arms, pulling, scratching lightly, claiming him as desperately as he was being claimed.

then jabber shifted, pressing closer, mouth brushing the nape of zanka's neck, teasing, biting just enough to make him groan and arch again. zanka's legs tangled with jabber's, hips grinding without conscious thought, desperate, needing more friction, more skin, more heat.

his fingers slid along zanka's sides, tracing the taut muscles, teasing over sensitive spots, brushing along inner thighs, pressing and curling. each touch, deliberate, almost intimate in its chaos. the room filled with breaths and wet sounds, curses, laughs broken by moans, and the occasional sharp hiss of pleasure.

when zanka came again, it was harder, messier, loud enough to shake the thin walls. jabber's hand moved with him, coaxing, stretching the release, never letting go, never letting him fall too far.

afterward, the room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, slow, ragged exhales. the fan hummed weakly in the window. the moonlight spilled over the tangled bodies, catching beads of sweat on skin that glimmered in the dim light.

zanka laid on his back staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, limbs trembling. his fingers still twitched where jabber's had been moments ago.

"you're gonna pretend that didn't happen tomorrow, huh?"

zanka didn't answer. jabber smiled faintly.

"that's fine," he said. "i like when you're mad at me."

a pause. then, softer:

"just don't switch dorms."

zanka closed his eyes and didn't move away when jabber's fingers slid into his.

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[tinibun]

yes... in the works...

[tinibun]

in between

pairing enjin x reader

desc apt roommate au what started as a shared space just became normal. enjin slipped into your routine before you even noticed.

a/n sigh guys i freaking love domestic enjin im giggling and kicking my feet. was actually my first fic and im finally reuploading it without the censorship ( thx tumblr ) but yay i actually love him sm.

wc 522

the first few days passed quietly. enjin kept to himself, respectful in a way that never felt awkward or distant. he cleaned up after himself, would move throughout the apartment carefully, like he was always aware of where you might be. you noticed it in the small ways — the way he left the counter clear if you had left a mess you would come back to, like he already knew you would't.

it made living together easier than you expected, conversation flowed slower at first. a few words here and there, mostly practical.

"sorry," he said once, stepping out of your way even though there was plenty of room.

"you don't have to apologize every time you breathe," you replied.

he paused, clearly considering that. "noted."

after that, it got easier.

you started to talk more — nothing deep, nothing heavy. just small things: comments made in passing, jokes that caught you off guard.

one evening, you caught him staring at the fridge like it had personally offended him.

"you okay?" you asked with a slight furrow of your eyebrows.

"i'm trying to decide if i want food," he said seriously, "or if i just want to complain about being hungry."

you snorted, rolling your eyes teasingly. "bold of you to assume those are mutually exclusive."

he looked over his shoulder and smiled at that — small and sincere. it lingered with you longer than it probably should have. as days turned into weeks, the space began to feel different. like it had finally become full. enjin's presence found its way into your routine before you even noticed.

he arrived around the same time most evenings, keys placed in the same spot, jacket hung neatly instead of tossed aside —something you used to have to lecture him about. once he arrived, everything seemed to settle too. along the way, you realized you'd started waiting for the sound of him coming in.

"you're home late," you said one night, glancing at the clock.

"yeah," he replied. "lost track of time."

"doing what?"

he sighed deeply and shrugged. "existing… poorly."

you laughed, and he looked down briefly before glancing back up at you, like that was exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

sometimes you sat in the same room doing separate things, comfortable in the silence. other times, you talked until the conversation trailed off on its own.

one night, you stood beside each other in the kitchen, shoulders almost touching as you reached for the same drawer.

"wow," you said. "we really need to establish drawer boundaries."

"this one's neutral territory," he said. "shared custody, love."

you shook your head, smiling as you stepped back. "we'll discuss that later."

"looking forward to it," he replied, tone light — but his eyes stayed on you a second longer than necessary as you walked away.

later, lying in bed, you thought about how easily he'd become part of your days. how the space felt so much warmer when he was there, emptier when he wasn't. the thought that surprised you most wasn't how comfortable it felt. it was how much you liked it.

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[tinibun]

study break

pairing nerd!gojo x fem!reader

desc 18+ ⸝⸝ college study buddy au late-night study session gets… a little out of hand.

a/n this had been sitting in my drafts for forever like waayyy before nerdjo got superduper popular but even better bc now he can come out of hiding 🥹. thank you for the patience, super excited to be writing again ♡.

wc 729

you're sprawled across a table in the back of the library, coffee cup half-empty, laptop open to three different tabs, sticky notes scattered like confetti. finals week has your brain fried, and you're trying to make sense of something that feels like algebra and torture combined.

gojo slides into the seat across from you, hair messy, hoodie up, glasses sliding down his nose. "you really wanna die over this one problem?" he asks, tapping at your notebook.

"no," you mumble, eyes on the screen, "i just want to pass."

he snorts. "pass? you could ace this if you'd let me help."

"i don't need help," you say, and instantly regret how small and defensive it sounded.

he leans forward anyway, hovering close, one hand brushing over yours as he points to your notes. "sure you don't. i'm just offering tips."

tips that include leaning so close that your shoulders brush, that his thigh presses lightly against yours under the table, that his hand lingers on your wrist "accidentally."

you glance up. he smirks. "see? you noticed."

you bite your lip, shaking your head. "shut up."

"or what?" he teases, voice low, leaning even closer. the library is quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional page flip.

"or i'll—i don't know—focus on my notes," you say, heart pounding.

"mm," he hums, unamused. "or you could do this." and before you can protest, he's brushing your hair back, fingertips grazing your neck, thumb sliding over your collarbone.

your stomach flips. you try to pull away, but he leans his other hand on the table next to yours, trapping you subtly, almost teasingly. "you're way too tense for finals," he murmurs. "let me help you relax."

you don't answer. and that's exactly what he wants.

the smirk on his face grows when he notices your breathing hitched. slowly, he presses his lips to your neck. light at first, teasing, dragging his tongue along the curve of your jaw.

"gojo—" you start, but your voice falters.

"shh," he whispers, one hand sliding under the hem of your hoodie, fingers brushing over bare skin at your hip. "quiet. library rules, but who's gonna care about two nerds who need to study?"

your hands grip his hoodie, tugging him closer without thinking. he grins, teeth brushing your earlobe, and suddenly you're aware of how close the back corner of the library is. nobody around, the tables stacked to create your little private nook.

he slides his hands further, teasing, under the edge of your pants. you gasp softly, trying to keep it quiet. his lips find yours in a messy, hungry kiss, teeth and tongue, tugging at your bottom lip.

"fuck, you taste like coffee," he murmurs against your mouth, grinding his thigh against yours.

you moan into him, and that's it. no more pretending. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, heels pressing into the edge of the table for leverage.

he backs you against the table, knees pressing into yours, hands roaming, lips trailing down your neck, biting softly, leaving marks. you arch, mewling against him, gripping his hoodie like it's an anchor.

"shit, you're gonna get us caught," you whisper, but your words are hollow because you don't care.

he hums, low and satisfied, pressing his body against yours. "let them catch us. finals week doesn't need to be this stressful anyway."

hands everywhere, kisses everywhere, the desk shaking slightly under your weight as he fucks you against it slowly at first, then harder, hips grinding together, murmurs of your name, gasps, the quiet library humming around the two of you.

he slides your pants down along with your panties, his fingers teasing over your thighs, before pushing in. you cling to him, your mouth open, moaning, thighs trembling. each thrust is deliberate, hungry, messy.

you cum first, gasping and arching, nails digging into his shoulders. he groans, choked and rough, then follows, letting out a low growl against your neck.

when it's over, you're both breathing hard, hair stuck to foreheads, sweat and heat mingling. he smirks at you like it's the best thing he's ever done.

"library study session done," he murmurs, tugging his hoodie back down, zipping it up like nothing happened.

you shove him lightly. "asshole."

"don't lie," he says, grin sharp. "you liked it."

and yeah. you did.

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[tinibun]

hello... i am back... maybe... school has been very stressful... and a heavy workload... i miss writing... i will be back... soon... ( lob yew )

[tinibun]

1am habits

pairing drunk!gojo x fem!reader

desc 18+ ⸝⸝ after-party au it's past midnight, your phone lights up once, and you tell yourself it's nothing. but gojo satoru has never been good at taking silence as an answer. when you open the door, he's already there — drunk, crooked, leaning on the frame like he belongs.

a/n meow i love gojo. i need him so bad restrain me pls ♡. also two fics n one day bc i have no life and am bored.

wc 2309

the text comes in at 1:07am.

you up

no punctuation. no follow-up. just his name lighting up your screen like a bad idea you already regret. you don't answer. you flip your phone face down and tell yourself you're going back to sleep. there's a knock at your door ten minutes later. uneven. a little too loud, then too soft. like he misjudged the distance.

you open it before you can stop yourself.

he's there. shirt crooked, one sleeve bunched up by his elbow, hair a complete mess like he's been raking his hands through it all night. he's leaning on your doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him vertical.

his eyes blink a little too slowly when they land on you. then he smiles.

"hey," he says, dragging the word out. "see... see, i knew you were awake. you always pretend you're asleep, but you never are."

"gojo," you say flatly. "you're drunk."

"kinda," he mutters, swaying as he tries to stand up straighter. he misses, shoulder bumping the frame. he laughs at himself, breath warm and sweet with alcohol. "floor's movin'. swear t'god it started first."

"you need to go home."

he squints at you like he's focusing really hard. "i am home. well. not—" he waves vaguely behind him, then looks back at you, grin crooked. "jus’ wanted t’see your face. n’ maybe your thighs."

"you're not coming in."

he takes a step forward anyway and almost falls. you grab his arm on instinct, and he immediately takes advantage of it, stumbling into you instead of past you. his arms slide around your waist, loose but heavy, weight settling against you like he belongs there. his forehead drops to your shoulder.

"mm. hi," he murmurs. "you smell nice. didya always smell like that, or is m'brain makin' things up."

"let go," you say, even though you haven't pushed him away yet.

he tightens his hold just a little, chin lifting so he can look at you. his words blur together now, slow and sticky.

"c'monnn," he whines softly. "lemme in. i'll be good. i swear. i'll jus' sit there. maybe breathe. maybe— maybe not even touch. promise. probably."

"that is not convincing."

he smiles, lazy and unfocused. "you always say that. an' you opened the door anyway. kinda feels like you like when i show up like this."

"you're drunk and inappropriate."

"yeah," he agrees easily. "but m'honest. booze does that. makes it real hard not t'say stuff."

his thumbs press into your sides, slow and absent-minded. his voice drops, softer, words slurring together.

"i bet you think about me when you're bored," he murmurs. "late at night. when it's quiet. when you're starin' at your phone hopin' i text first so you don't gotta."

your breath catches.

he feels it and smiles into your shoulder. "see. told ya."

"gojo."

"mm?" he hums, leaning closer, nose brushing your temple. "say it again. like that. sounds real nice when you're annoyed."

"you are not staying."

he laughs quietly, breath warm against your skin. "yeah. okay. sure. jus' five minutes. then i'll go. but if you kick me out now, i'm gonna spend the whole walk home thinkin' about what you'd look like if you didn't."

that does it. the door shuts behind you with a soft click.

and he is absolutely not going to be good.

you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling, that slow, lazy victory of a man who knows he's won before the game has even properly started. his weight shifts against you, becoming less of a lean and more of a deliberate press, pinning you between his body and the solid wood of the door.

"see?" he murmurs, the words a low vibration against your temple. "toldja you'd let me in."

you don't answer. words feel useless, like they've already been used up and all that's left is this. this humming space between his body and yours. his hands, which had been resting loosely on your waist, begin to move. it's a slow, exploratory drag of his thumbs over the fabric of your shirt, tracing the curve of your ribs, a touch that's both proprietary and impossibly gentle for a man this drunk.

"...gojo," you say again, and this time it's not a warning. it's just a name. a surrender.

he makes a soft, pleased sound in his throat, a hum of approval. "yeah. just like that." he pulls back just enough to look at you, and the drunken haze in his eyes hasn't cleared, but it's sharpened with focus. all of it is on you. he lifts one hand, his fingers clumsy as they push a stray strand of hair back from your face. his knuckles graze your cheek, and the touch is so unexpectedly tender it makes your chest ache.

"y'know," he says, his voice dropping to that slurred, confidential whisper that's already undone you once tonight, "how i was thinkin'… on the way here. 'bout your pretty thighs." his eyes drop, tracing the path his hand had just imagined. "was thinkin' 'bout how they'd feel wrapped around me. wasn't even bein' a perv. just… curious."

his honesty is a weapon. you know it. he knows it. but it doesn't make the heat that pools in your stomach any less real. he sees the shift in your eyes, the way your lips part slightly. he sees everything.

"can I?" he asks, and it's the first time he's asked for anything. his hand hovers over the hem of your shirt, his fingers twitching with the effort of not touching. "just wanna feel."

you nod. a short, sharp jerk of your chin.

his hand slides under your shirt, his palm warm and calloused against the bare skin of your stomach. you suck in a breath, and he follows the sound, leaning in to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. it's a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting of whiskey and something sweet, something uniquely him.

his other hand joins the first, both of them roaming your back, your sides, mapping out the terrain he's only ever seen in his head. he walks you backward, his movements clumsy but determined, until your legs hit the edge of your sofa. he follows you down, settling his weight over you.

"you smell even better up close," he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he inhales deeply, a sound of pure satisfaction. his teeth scrape over your pulse point, and you arch against him, a silent plea for more. he gets the message. his mouth is hot on your skin, a trail of wet, open kisses from your collarbone to your ear.

"fuck gojo," you breathe, your hands tangling in the messy silk of his hair. it's softer than it looks.

"say it again," he demands, his voice muffled by your skin. "wanna hear it when i'm makin' you feel good."

he pulls your shirt up, and you lift your arms to help him, the fabric disappearing into the darkness of your living room. his eyes, when they find yours again, are dark with intent, but still so bright. he dips his head, his tongue tracing the curve of your breast before his lips close around a nipple. the jolt that goes through you is electric, sharp and immediate. he sucks, hard, a wet, obscene sound in the quiet room, and you cry out, your back bowing off the couch.

"fuck," he groans, lifting his head. "knew they'd be perfect." he gives the other one the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling until you're writhing beneath him, a mess of need and frustration.

he works his way down your body, his mouth never leaving your skin. he kisses your stomach, your hips, the soft skin of your inner thighs. he's on his knees on the floor now, looking up at you from between your legs, his hair a wild halo around his face, his pupils blown wide.

"been thinkin' about this," he says, his voice rough. "right here." he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and pulls them down, slow, deliberate. his eyes never leave yours. he tosses them aside, and then he just looks. For a long moment, he just stares, his gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.

you curse under your breath, a plea and a warning all at once.

"shh," he says, leaning in. "i got you." and then his mouth is on you, hot and wet and utterly shameless. he licks into you with a desperate, hungry intensity, his tongue finding your clit and circling it with a pressure that makes your vision blur. your hands fly to his hair, holding him to you, and he groans against you, the vibration sending a shockwave straight through your core.

"fuck—" you gasp, your hips bucking against his face. "gojo—"

he just hums, a sound of smug satisfaction, and doubles down. he's messy, sloppy, drooling a little as he eats you out like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do. his tongue is everywhere, flattening against you, then pointed and probing, dipping inside to taste before returning to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, a hot, frantic knot of pleasure that's about to snap.

"that's it," he slurs, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin slick and shining. "c'mon. wanna feel it. wanna taste you cumin' on my tongue."

he slides a finger into you, then another, and the stretch is perfect. he curls them just so, finding that spot that makes you see stars, and his mouth returns to your clit, sucking hard. that's all it takes. the world whites out, a muffled scream into your hands as your orgasm crashes through you. your whole body trembles, shaking apart under his hands and mouth, and he doesn't stop, working you through it until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

he finally pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he looks wrecked. his hair is sticking to his damp forehead, his lips are swollen and red, and his eyes are heavy with a need so potent it makes your breath catch. he stands up, his movements still a little unsteady, and fumbles with the button on his jeans.

"can't," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "can't wait."

he shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself, and your eyes widen. he's hard, leaking at the tip, and he wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking once, twice. he leans over you, bracing one hand on the back of the couch beside your head. his other hand guides himself to your entrance, running the head through your wetness.

"look at me," he says, and it's not a request. you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. "wanted this. wanted you. for so long."

he pushes inside in one slow, deep stroke that steals the air from your lungs. he's big, and the stretch burns in the best way. he pauses, buried to the hilt, his forehead dropping to yours. his breath is ragged, warm and smelling of you and alcohol.

"fuck baby," he whispers, his voice cracking. "you feel... so much better than i imagined."

you can't speak. you just wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, a silent invitation for more. he takes it. he starts to move, his rhythm uneven at first, still clumsy with drink and desperation. but it doesn't matter. every drag of his cock against your walls is perfect. he's hitting that spot with every thrust, a deep, grinding pressure that builds the pleasure all over again.

"you're so wet," he groans, his words muffled against your neck. "so fuckin' tight. takin' me so good."

his hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. he rubs messy, uncoordinated circles, but it's enough. the stimulation is almost too much, a sharp, bright edge to the deep, rolling pleasure of his thrusts. you're close again, embarrassingly fast.

"i knew it," he pants, his hips snapping faster now, losing all pretense of control. "knew you'd be like this. knew you'd fall apart for me."

"shut up," you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders.

he laughs, a breathless, broken sound. "make me."

he kisses you then, a messy, dominating kiss that's all teeth and tongue. he swallows your moans as your second orgasm builds, higher and hotter than the first. his thumb presses harder, his thrusts become erratic, and you shatter, clamping down around him as you come with a cry that's half his name, half a sob.

"shit—" he chokes out. "i'm... fuck."

he buries himself deep one last time, his whole body going rigid as he spills into you. you feel the pulse of it, the warmth of him, and he collapses on top of you, his full weight pinning you to the couch. you're both breathing hard, the only sound in the room the frantic beat of your hearts.

for a long moment, you just lie there, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction. his face is still buried in your neck, his breathing slowly evening out. you think he might have fallen asleep.

then he shifts, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes are heavy-lidded, the drunkenness softened by something else. something warm. something that looks terrifyingly like contentment.

"hey," he whispers, his voice raw.

"hey," you whisper back.

he smiles, a slow, lazy, genuine thing that doesn't look like it's for anyone but you. "toldya i'd be good."

you can't help it. you laugh. a real, honest-to-god laugh. "you are absolutely not good."

"yeah," he agrees, his smile widening as he drops his head back onto your chest. "but m'honest."

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