Includes -> Enjin, Jabber Wonger, Follo Tunito, Bro Santa, August Stilza, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines.
CW -> Brat taming, size difference, pain play, bdsm, praise, body worship, breeding, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, chubby f!reader(not a cw but yeah), dacryphillia.
WC -> 632
Enjin -> Brat taming and size difference, oral (f! receiving. He enjoys having a bratty and bossy girl, but he loves watching the attitude in you fall apart while he fucks you. He likes when you talk back and challenge him teasingly in bed—knowing in seconds you'll be on your hands and knees begging for more of him. Enjin also enjoys being much bigger than you, the idea of his cock being too big for you and watching your tummy bulge when he's burried to the hilt turns him on more than it should. He's also a complete munch, and loves eating you out. It's like a daily ritual for him—waking you up by eating you out. After a long mission? His face is burried between your legs. After dinner? He needs his dessert (you).
Jabber Wonger -> Pain play and sadism/masochism. He's a switch and enjoys being a dominant and submissive—but he's really a masochist and likes pain whether it's biting, slapping, or being edged till it hurts. Jabber prefers you to be the one inflicting the pain on him, but he wouldn't mind the roles being reversed either. He's also curious and willing to try almost anything.
Follo Tunito -> He's honestly really vanilla, enjoying praise and body worship. Follo likes when you praise how good he feels, and wants to worship every part of your body from head to toe. He's overall gentle in bed, and never rough, prefering slow, intimate love making, over rough sex—prioritizing your pleasure over his.
Bro Santa -> Breeding. He loves the idea of cumming deep inside you, and planting his seed inside your womb, staking his claim on you. Watching your tummy grow swollen while your body fills in perfectly is like seeing heaven to him. Bro not only finds it attractuce and alluring, but he finds you utterly magical and brilliant—and that also turns him on even more.
August Stilza -> Aphrodasics, lingere and thick/chubby women. He loves eating special chocolates with you, that warm, fuzzy almost dizzy feeling is like a drug to him. He already acts a fool, so imagine him eating some aphrodisiacs—he's acting even crazier but red faced and needier. August also loves watching you in lingere he made specifically for you, especially if you have soft, plushy curves. When he's fucking you and pushing your legs back, watching your tummy squish makes him love you even more.
Gris Rubion -> Size difference, praise + he's a total ass guy and struggles to hide it. When you walk he can't help but stare at your ass and the way yor hips sway when you walk, he honestly feels terrible about it, but he cant help it. He also loves curves. Gris loves being bigger than you in every way, watching you struggle to take his cock. He'll whisper quiet praises after every little inch you take.
Tamsy Caines -> BDSM, dacryphillia. Oh he's sadistic, and a very teasing dom. He loves the idea of being in charge of you, and telling you what to do. He loves dictating what you do in bed but also likes when you get a little bratty—not minding being a brat tamer as well. Tamsy would tie you up, and tease you for hours, not letting you cum until he says so. He'd punish you when you don't listen as well, but definitely has a safe word for you to use. BDSM isn't just for his sexual relationship with you but also makes it's way into your everyday relationship (consensually. Please dont take that the wrong way lol 😭) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expression—teasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"
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drug dealer ghost taking care of someone way younger than him. the guilt eating him from the inside out. he knows he shouldn't be anywhere near them and they definitely shouldn't be handling drugs this way. ruining themselves at such a young age. yet. despite all that. they were the only one he ever led into their apartment. letting them sit on his lap. spoiling them.
trying to ignore the little noise in his head that said this is wrong, you're a goddammed creep. but the way their light weight pressed against his. their head resting against his chest. feeling their slowly rise and fall. it stirred something deep. maybe it was the fact how naive they seemed to the fact that he was probably grooming them.
did he really care? not really at least. as long as he kept them shielded from ever knowing the truth. they seemed rather happy getting spoiled. the way the bounced off the couch and into his arms. their arms clinging to his neck before their legs wrapped around his waist. and fuck. looking up at him with those big fucking trusting eyes. to say he didn't love the way they looked at him was an understatement.
even when ghost pressed on with personal and intimate questions. they answered right away. anything. they were young. parents definitely didn't know how to do their fucking job correctly. he knew he was twice as bad to feed into this.. thing. to even encourage it. but fuck if it didn't make his cock feel good. how gentle and soft they were against him. innocently pressing their weight against his hardened cock.
he vowed to himself he wouldn't touch them. at least not now. maybe not ever. he couldn't bare to touch something so innocent and vulnerable right there in his arms. the thought of what he'd actually done would eat him alive. would kill him. for now it remained gentle touches. pressing kisses on their forehead or caressing their back whenever they had a bad fight with their parents.
he fucking meant it. he'd do anything for them. even if it meant keeping his desires in check. a couple of touches here and there wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
based off the episode "yellow fever" but not entirely accurate
mentions of death and dying! but it's just reader freaking out
summary: you get yellow fever and Sam is there to comfort you
posted may 29 2026
slowly You had gotten a scratch on your wrist yesterday.
Three long lines, too clean to be accidental, carved across your skin by something fast in the dark. At first it hadn’t seemed like much. Dean slapped a bandage over it, Sam promised they’d figure out what creature caused it, and you kept hunting.But now the cuts itched.
Badly.
It felt like something crawling beneath your skin.Currently, the three of you stood outside a brick apartment building after interviewing Mr. Garland about his missing brother. Dean had gotten information, Sam had taken notes, and you.. Well you’d spent the entire conversation staring at the fake FBI badge in Dean’s hand and waiting for sirens.
Your heart hammered against your ribs.
What if somebody checked the badges?
What if the real FBI showed up?
What if you all got arrested?
You could already picture it: handcuffs, interrogation rooms, Dean mouthing off to a federal agent until things got worse somehow….The apartment door shut behind you, making you jump hard enough that Dean looked over.
“Easy there,” he muttered.
You ignored him, pacing beside the Impala while rubbing your sweaty palms against your jacket.
“This is insane,”
you blurted suddenly.
“Like actually insane. Why the hell do we hunt? We lie to cops, we break into places, everything wants to kill us-”
Dean shut the trunk with a loud bang.You flinched so hard your shoulders nearly hit your ears.Sam exchanged a glance with Dean.That look made your stomach twist worse.They knew something was wrong.
“This is so idiotic!”
you continued, voice climbing higher.
“We’re gonna die! I bet tonight I’m gonna die by some freaky monster!”
Dean leaned against the Impala, arms crossed. There was the tiniest smirk tugging at his mouth. Not mocking. More… amused. Yesterday you’d decapitated a vampire without blinking. Now you looked ready to cry over a fake badge.
“We won’t let that happen,”
Dean said.
“Now get in the car, kid. We gotta head back to the motel.”
“No!”
Both brothers blinked.
“If I go back there,”
you said, backing away from the Impala,
“then we’re just gonna keep fighting and fighting and fighting— I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“I’m done trying to save the world from the apocalypse! I’m done talking to angels and demons and all those creepy things! I quit!”
The words echoed across the parking lot. Dean’s smirk disappeared. Sam stepped forward carefully, like approaching a frightened animal.
“Hey,”
Sam said gently.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from here.”
Then you turned and walked off.
“Hey!”
You ignored Sam calling after you. The farther you got from the Impala, the harder it became to breathe. Every sound around you felt sharpened and wrong. Car horns made you jump. Passing strangers looked suspicious. The evening shadows stretched too long across the sidewalk.
Then you heard it.
A bark.
You froze. Slowly, you turned your head. It was just a dog. Small. Scruffy. Barely bigger than someone’s backpack.To any normal person, it would’ve looked harmless.
To you, it looked gigantic.
Its teeth looked too sharp.
Its bark sounded vicious.
Your pulse exploded.
“Oh my God—”
The dog trotted toward you innocently.
You ran.
Your shoes slammed against the pavement as panic overtook every rational thought in your head. You could hear barking behind you and it sounded closer every second. Your lungs burned. People stared as you shoved past them.
“There’s a dog!”
you shouted desperately to a homeless man sitting beside an alley.
“You need to move!”
He looked at you like you’d lost your mind. Maybe you had. Another bark. You bolted again. Tears blurred your vision as you ran through icy evening air until finally the motel sign came into view. You nearly sobbed in relief. You sprinted to the Winchesters’ room and pounded on the door hard enough to rattle it.
“OPEN UP!”
The door swung open almost instantly. Sam stood there, phone in hand, concern immediately flooding his face. Before he could speak, you shoved past him.
“Close it!” you yelled. “Close it NOW!”
Sam quickly shut and locked the door. You stumbled backward into the motel room, breathing hard while your eyes darted toward the curtains. Dean wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t. He was probably still out looking for you. Sam approached slowly.
“Hey,”
he said softly.
“Hey, shh… what happened? Why were you running?”
You paced frantically instead of answering. Your hands shook violently.
Then—
Bark.
Muffled from outside. You gasped and slapped both hands over your mouth.
“It’s there,”
you whispered.
“It followed me.”
Sam glanced toward the window. Realization dawned in his eyes almost immediately.
“The dog?”
“That thing is NOT a dog.”
Sam sighed through his nose, fighting a smile. You stared at him in disbelief.
“Nothing is funny about this, Samuel!”
“I know,”
he said quickly, though the smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
“I’m sorry.”
Honestly, it was ridiculous. You were one of the toughest hunters he knew — right behind Dean and Bobby. He’d seen you walk into nests alone. Seen you take punches that should’ve broken bones. Seen you stare monsters in the face without blinking. Now a tiny terrier had you trembling. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so concerning. Sam stepped closer carefully.
“You’re safe now,”
he promised quietly. His hands came up, thumbs gently brushing tears from beneath your eyes. The touch grounded you a little. Your breathing stuttered. Sam tilted your chin so you’d look at him instead of the window.
“Look at me,”
he said softly.
“There’s no monster dog outside. Just a regular dog.”
You swallowed hard.
“It looked huge.”
“I know.”
“I thought it was gonna kill me.”
His expression softened even more at that.
“You should’ve stayed with us.”
The shame hit immediately.
You looked away.
Sam reached for his phone again.
“I’m gonna call Dean and tell him you’re back.”
The second he lifted the phone— A loud knock hit the motel door. You jumped so violently you nearly crashed into Sam.
“Jesus—”
Another knock.
“Sammy! Open up!”
Dean.
Sam opened the door to reveal Dean he took one look at your face and frowned.
“Whoa,” he muttered, stepping inside the motel room. “You okay?”
The buzzing in your ears got louder. You stared at both brothers, chest tightening painfully as dread settled heavy in your stomach. Your hands shook against your sleeves.
“Guys…”
your voice cracked.
“I’m gonna die in a few hours.”
Sam’s expression softened instantly.
“Hey, no you’re not—”
“I’m serious,” you whispered. “I’m so scared.”
Dean sighed quietly, rubbing a hand down his face.
“I’m gonna grab food,”
he muttered, glancing toward Sam.
“Should’ve gotten some earlier.”
The motel door opened again. You barely processed Deans awkward exit. Your focus stayed locked on Sam. The room suddenly felt colder. Too cold. The buzzing in your ears faded into silence. Sam looked at you from across the room, unreadable. Then he spoke.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “You are.”
Your stomach dropped.
“What?”
“You’re gonna die,”
he continued calmly.
“Just like Dean.”
Your breathing stopped.
Sam tilted his head slightly, shadows stretching unnaturally across his face.
“Straight to Hell.”
Then his eyes flashed yellow.
You stumbled backward hard enough to hit the wall.
“No!-”
The thing wearing Sam smiled. Not Sam’s smile. Something crueler.
“You get outta Sammy!”
you shouted, panic finally breaking through as tears filled your eyes.
“He didn’t do anything!”
The demon laughed softly.
“See, that’s the funny part,” it said. “I’m not possessing anything.”
It stepped closer.
Slow.
Calm.
Terrifying.
“This is who I am,” it whispered. “This is what I become.”
Your entire body locked up in fear. The demon lifted a hand. Pain slammed into you instantly as invisible force pinned you against the wall. A strangled gasp left your throat.
“You think hunting saves people?”
Yellow Eyes asked quietly.
“It destroys them. Look at all of you.”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“Stop—”
“Dean’s doomed.”
Your heart hammered violently.
“Sam’s next.”
“Stop!”
“And you?”
the demon smiled wider.
“You were dead the second you got scratched.”
Your vision blurred completely.
Then suddenly—
“Hey!”
A hand grabbed your shoulder.
“Hey, hey, hey—come on.”
The cold vanished.
You blinked hard. Sam was crouched in front of you, both hands on your arms, concern written all over his face. The motel room looked normal again. No yellow eyes. No demon. Just Sam. Your breathing came out ragged as you stared at him.
“Shh,” Sam murmured softly. “You’re okay.”
You looked around wildly for another second before realizing you were half-collapsed against the wall. Sam gently tapped your cheek.
“Come back to me,”
he said quietly.
“There you go.”
Your eyes met his. Normal green eyes. Not yellow. You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod. Sam exhaled in relief.
“Was it another hallucination?”
You nodded again, slower this time.
“What did you see?”
You hesitated.
Then quietly:
“Yellow Eyes.”
Sam went still for half a second. Not fear. Just understanding. Ghost sickness preyed on fear. And after everything that demon had done to Sam and Dean… of course your mind went there. Sam carefully helped you sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’re safe,”
he reminded gently.
“None of that was real.”
“It felt real.”
“I know.”
His voice stayed soft and steady, grounding you.
“You’re not dying tonight,” he promised. “Dean and I are gonna fix this.”
Your eyes burned again.
“You can’t promise that.”
Sam was quiet for a moment.
Then he reached over and tucked part of your hair away from your face.
“We’ll try anyway.”
Later that night, after Dean came back with greasy diner food and spent ten whole minutes pretending he definitely wasn’t worried about you, the motel finally grew quiet. The lights were dim. The TV hummed low in the background. You couldn’t sleep. Every creak outside made your chest tighten. Every passing shadow looked wrong. At some point Sam noticed. Without saying anything, he shifted beside you on the bed and opened an arm slightly. An invitation. You hesitated only a second before curling against him. Your head rested against his chest while his arms settled carefully around you, warm and steady. Sam’s hand moved slowly up and down your back in gentle motions.
“It’s okay,”
he murmured quietly above your head. You could hear his heartbeat beneath your ear. Slow. Calm. Real. Not a hallucination. Your breathing finally started to even out. Sam kept lightly rubbing your back until your eyes drifted shut. And even then, he didn’t stop.
this is a very shitty ending.. oh well,
i fished supernatural.. :( I wont spoil anything for the people who haven't fished it, but the ending was so good, I cried the whole time , but then I realized I could just re watch it..
𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, fingering, slapping (enjin spanks reader like twice and reader slaps enjin once), p in v, cowgirl, brat taming (if you squint hard enough).
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 3.1k
Enjin's feet thump against the floors at HQ heavier than usual—anyone on the floor below would easily think a large animal is trotting around HQ. But no, it's just Enjin in all his over-tired glory.
He passes the bathroom, humidity and the smell of your shampoo fills his nose—eyes immediately opening wider. Like the mere sense of you behind the door just woke him from his slump.
An idea forms in his mind and he smirks, knuckles rapping against the door lightly. “Y/n…?”
You startle inside the bathroom, the water sloshes around you in the bathtub. You were taking a nice, relaxing bath and of course Enjin just has to bother you. Rolling your eyes you huff and glare at the door—like he can even see the bratty look on your face.
“Ugh, what?”
He laughs lightly and leans against the door for a moment. “Mm, can I come in? Pretty please?”
All he can focus on now is the smell of your shampoo, and the way you probably look in the bathtub. Hair damp, and skin wet the bubbles in the bath covering the intimate parts of your body like a tease.
You groan and almost roll your eyes again, of course he wants to disturb your relaxation time with his obnoxious ass. “Why should I let you come in?” You question, tone slightly annoyed. Well, you wouldn't actually mind if he came in—you just hated to admit that you want him around all the time as well.
Enjin huffs and without asking again he pushes the door open, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
You jump slightly and gawk at him. “I didn't say you could come in!” You glare up at him, sinking further into the tub to hide away from him.
His gaze falls on you hungrily, smirk widening as he ogles you. “Why not?” He teases, tilting his head to the side. “Can I join?” He steps closer to the tub, peering over the edge at your hidden body—gaze tracing the curve of your shoulders and collarbone. “Please?”
You wanna tell him no, and kick him out of the bathroom. But before you can protest he speaks up again. “C'mon baby, please? I had such a long…tiring, exhausting day. I just wanna spend some time with my beautiful girl.”
You huffed slightly, was he really trying to guilt trip you now. You rolled your eyes, feeling exasperated. Maybe you wouldn't mind a bath with him. Even if he was currently bothering you right now during your relaxing bath.
"Okay.. you can join." You mumbled quietly, letting out a little sigh.
He smirks down at you, knowing he successfully guilt tripped you into letting him join you. He slowly slips off his shirt, revealing the black and red ink that adorns his arms, back and shoulders down to his collar bones and chest.
You glanced up and down before looking straight up at him—and God... That smug look, the way his eyes were pointed down at you, it made you feel small, and also vulnerable.
You weren't completely sure if you liked either of those feelings—but you knew it made you feel undeniably warm and fuzzy. You were naively in love with him. Not naively because he would ever do you dirty or something, but because you've felt that warm lovey-dovey feeling for him since the moment you laid eyes on him.
You pouted at him and looked away, keeping your eyes on the cold, hard wall beside you like it was much more interesting than his godforsaken...godly… sexy body. Ugh, you're not even supposed to feel this way for him.
Ew.
Gross.
Where's your dignity? You wonder. You roll your eyes again, knees pulled close to your chest in the warm steamy water. "Can't you hurry up?" You clicked your tongue, letting out an exasperated huff. "Before the water gets cold." You took another glance up at him, eyes narrowed.
Gosh, he thought you were absolutely adorable. With your exasperated look and pouty lips. He can't help but think about how you'd look with your lips wrapped around him. He quickly shakes that thought out of his mind and strips down—pulling his pants and boxers down leaving him completely bare.
Enjin gets in the tub behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him. You hate how warm and comfy he feels, how his arms around you feel like a protective barrier that makes you feel vulnerable yet safe. Safe like nothing in the world could hurt you—he wouldn't let it happen.
You lean back against him, closing your eyes soaking up the silence and warmth of his body against yours in the warm water.
He smiles seeing how calm and relaxed you look against him—his hands rubbing up and down your waist before pausing just under the soft swell of your breasts.
“Always puttin’ up a bratty fight just to melt like this.” He murmurs against your ear, voice smooth yet slightly raspy and low. His nose gently brushes up the side of your neck, stopping at your hair. “C'mon, turn around f'me, baby.”
His hands wrap around your torso just below your breasts trying to turn you around slowly. You groan and swat at his arm. “Ugh! No, I don't wanna turn around and see your boner.” You complain, furrowing your brows and opening your eyes.
Enjin lets out a small laugh and presses a soft little kiss against your neck. “Tch, that's not why I'm askin’ you to turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, mkay?”
You shake your head in protest and lean back against him more. “No, you're ruining my relaxation time.”
Raising a brow, he rests his hand against your inner thigh under the water. “Uh huh.” He hums, tilting his head as he looks down over your shoulder. “That's why you're melting into me right? Because I'm ruining your ‘relaxation time’?” His fingers teasingly trace lines up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. “Please turn around.”
The way he said it? It was more like a plea than an order. It made between your legs throb slightly—you tried your hardest to ignore it though huffing and puffing about how he's ‘pissing you off’ and you're gonna ‘kick him out of the bath’.
“You're the one bothering me, Enjin. Don't tell me what to do.”
He could feel you shiver against his touch, and it was only a matter of time till you gave in, too damn needy for his touch like he knows you are. “I'll piss you off all I want as long as it means you talk to me. So turn around.”
He wasn't above begging, that's for sure.
“No, Enjin…just relax, jeez.” You huff, trying to relax against him, but his touch was seriously distracting you from doing so. “I swear I'll kick you out.”
He couldn't deny that your brattiness turned him on, whenever you got pissed at him, or bossed him around, or whenever you had that damn pout on your lips like you do now. It made him undeniably hard, he was unable to control it.
“Kick me out, really?” He laughs, nipping at the side of your neck before moving his hand. He palmed between your thighs with no hesitation.
The warmth of his hand pressed right against your pussy, making you jolt in reaction. “I think this is what's bothering your relaxation time, sweetheart. You're so pent up.” He murmurs teasingly against your ear, feeling the pulse of your cunt against his palm like a damn heartbeat.
You gasp, eyes opening immediately in response. “E-Enjin…I never said you c-” You're cut off by a small whimper as you can't help but buck your hips against his palm.
“What were you saying, hm?” He croons into your ear, grinding his palm against your pussy.
Your eyes shut in frustration, brows furrowing as you desperately tried not to buck your hips against his palm. “Fuck you.” You whimpered—pussy throbbing on his hand.
Enjin's smirk was lecherous, pressing his palm harder as if egging you on to rub yourself against his palm. “Fuck me? Yeah, that's what you want?” His free hand gently pressed against one of your breasts, kneading the fat in his hand slowly and sensually. “Or is that cute lil pussy talkin’ for you now?”
Finally, he dragged his fingers through your folds and circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “That's not what I said, you—hng!” You moaned, head tipping back in pleasure as he rubbed your clit perfectly with his middle and ring finger.
Enjin laughed, rough with arousal and amusement as he watched you squirm helplessly. His fingers circled faster, while his free hand squeezed your breast harder. “Keep lyin’.” He taunted, voice dropping low as his teeth nipped at the nape of your neck. “We both know that bratty attitude ain't foolin’ no one.”
His free hand on her breast pinched your nipple and let go, snaking up to wrap around your neck. “Admit it or I'll stop.”
You couldn't hide it anymore, lips parting as moans fell freely now. “N-no!” Your back arched as you began to whine and plead. “Nonono, don't stop! Please…” Hips bucking against his fingers as your hands squeezed into his thighs underwater, nails biting into his skin.
His grip on your throat tightened slightly, just enough to elicit a small gasp from your pretty lips. “Good girl. That's it, cum for me.”
Enjin's hips bucked forward—letting you feel how hard his cock was. The curve of his big dick rubbing against your ass like a promise. He couldn't help but moan into your ear, feeling your legs begin to shake as his cock throbbed against your ass.
Your orgasm came quick, thighs tensing up as your hole fluttered around nothing and your swollen clit throbbed against his fingers. “Fuck, ‘m cumming-!” You cry, legs pressing together as his fingers guide you through your orgasm.
He pushes your thighs back apart and pats your pussy gently making you jolt from the sensitivity. “Good girl…”
“See how much easier it is when you just behave? You were being such a brat a minute ago.” He teases, gently moving his hand away from your cunt.
“Mm, let me ride you and I'll stop being a brat.” You grumble, shifting as the water sloshes around your body.
Enjin bursted out laughing. “Oh, yeah?” He taunted again, smirking against your damp skin before pressing soft, wet kisses all over the column of your neck. “Shoulda said that before you started sassing me like a little shit.”
God, he loved this so much, when you'd get all soft and willing just for him. Pliant like such a good girl. His hand slid up from your neck to your jaw, tilting your head back till the back of your head pressed against his shoulder. “Say please.” He crooned, patting your thigh with his free hand. “And then I'll let you ride this cock till ya see stars.”
You whimpered, staring at the blank ceiling. “Please.. please.” You begged, tone all whiny and needy just how he liked.
“Louder.” Enjin demanded, grip on your jaw tightening slightly while his hand on your thigh slipped up to land a sharp smack to the sensitive skin—splashing water up. “Say it like you mean it.”
You whine as he smacks your thigh, jolting against him as you squeak. “Please!”
“There we go…”
His voice is infuriatingly smug, nipping at your neck one final time before grabbing your hips. “Up.”
He used his hand to pat your hip impatiently, gently pushing your forward. “Turn around.”
You scramble up and turn around quickly before dropping onto his lap, thighs straddling his hips in the tight space of the tub. Your hips immediately grind up against his cock—feeling how hard he was for you.
Enjin groans and tips his head back against the edge of the bathtub, large tattooed hands grabbing at the fat of your hips. “You gonna ride me like a good girl, sweetheart?” He asks, head tilted up at you. You nod sweetly, and sink your hand under the water, searching for his cock.
Once your hand finds the base of his cock, your fingers curl around him and guide his fat, throbbing tip toward your entrance. His tip is leaking a clear-ish precum that you swipe against your cunt before pressing into your hole. You slowly sink down—he exhales heavily against your lips and you inhale sharply.
He sighs in pleasure and leans in against you, pressing soft lazy kisses against your lips—eyes slowly shutting as you melt into each other.
You tilt your head, kissing him back as you push your hips down further, feeling him slide deeper and deeper. His cock is almost too big for you, despite how many times you've taken it. He's big, long and thick stretching your orifice as much as he can.
His tongue slips into your mouth, kissing you deeper as his hips buck up—pushing his cock deeper inside you. You moan against his lips, hands resting on his shoulders to pull him closer.
The air is hazy, almost intoxicating. The room smells like you, your shampoo, your lotion and perfume. It fills his nose like a drug and intoxicates him so he becomes addicted to you. All of you, your voice, your attitude, your face, your body…your tight ass pussy that he can't help but daydream about when he should be working.
God, and now that he can sink his cock deep inside you, it makes him feel complete. You're all he needs in the chaos of the ground. His anchor to reality when he's too reckless. His reminder that he has someone who loves him through and through despite her bratty little attitude. You.
He pulls away and looks into your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you so much.” He murmurs, hands loosening on your hips as you settle around him—getting used to his size penetrating you deeply.
“I love you too.”
You begin to move, hips lifting and dropping back down. The water sloshes around, some splashing out of the tub and onto the floor. Neither of you care, too focused on how each other's bodies feel. Your movements start slow, just soaking up the way he fills you up—but they quickly turn sloppy, losing their rhythm.
Moans fill the room, mainly yours except for Enjin's hushed groans. Your hips lift and drop faster, harder feeling every inch and vein of his cock. The way he fills you, the way he smells, the way he feels. It's all too much, making you whimper and moan his name louder and louder.
Enjin's hands move from your hips to your ass, grabbing and feeling the fat of your ass spill between his fingers. His hands guide you up and down his cock, slamming you down harder each time. “Fuck, baby just like that. Ride my cock, ride it like you own it.”
His words spur you on further, he's amazing at dirty talk and praise, sometimes even degrading. But all it does is make you wetter, turn you on more than what you are. “S-soooo big..” You whine, practically choking on your words as he drags you right back down on his cock
“Yeah?” He teases, smirking as smug as ever as he bucks his hips to meet yours in rough thrusts. “Mm, I think I get it now. You're all pent up baby, that's why you were being such a stuck up little brat. You just needed dick to make you feel better.”
You groan and narrow your eyes at him, walls fluttering around him. His words equally pissed you off and turned you on, you just wanted to slap him. So…you did.
Enjin smacks your butt and thighs all the time, so what's the difference, right? Your palm hit his cheek, not hard enough to genuinely hurt him but enough for his head to turn to the side. You couldn't tell if he was pink from blushing, or pink from you slapping him.
Enjin's eyes widened in actual shock, smirk fading, he didn't expect that—but he didn't hate it. He actually sort of liked it, he'd definitely let you do it again. The sting on his cheek made his cock throb wildly in your tight cunt.
He groaned, tilting his head to look back at you again, smirk creeping right back onto his lips. “That's how it is, huh?” He asks, pulling his hand back to land a sharp slap to your ass. “You're just gonna keep being a brat.”
You whimper, picking up the pace of your hips before Enjin grabs your hips, holding them tightly as he slams his hips up into yours. Your poor battered pussy taking all of him roughly. His tip kisses your cervix with each deep thrust.
Tears pool in your eyes out of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your arms wrap around his neck, now letting him do all the work of pounding your pussy into oblivion.
“I'm gonna c-cum, Enjin!” You cry out, biting down onto the skin of his shoulder. Your walls squeeze him tight, trying to milk him dry as your orgasm washes over finally.
Enjin tips his head back, hissing as you squeeze him so damn tight. “Fuck, you're milkin’ me, baby.” His hips stutter as he slams in one last time—his cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums.
Thick, silky ribbons of cum fill your insides in short spurts—filling you to the brim with his babies.
Enjin's grip loosens finally, going slack against the tub again. He doesn't say anything for a while—just relishing in the feeling of you fluttering around him faintly now.
You lay against him, head on his chest, fingers tracing his tattoos innocently like you didn't slap him mid-sex. Which you totally didn't get why he looked so shocked, he spanks you all the time. What's wrong with the roles being reversed a bit?
Enjin smiles softly now, too tired to have that damn obnoxiously smug smirk, and looks down at you. “Mm, you keep squeezing me like that and you're gonna rip my dick off…” He mumbles, letting out a small sigh that's equal parts amused and exhausted.
Rolling your eyes you lift your hips, pulling him out of you. His softening cock smacks his lower abdomen before he wraps an arm around you and pulls you right back against him. “Mm, but I wouldn't mind if ya slapped me some more. That…that was hot.” He admits.
Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face against his chest, closing your eyes and huffing. “Just… shut up.”
He laughs and presses a kiss against the top of your head. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, sweetheart.”
(The butterfly divider i used is by uzmacchiato, all headers i use are on my pinned post.)
I saw someone on tiktok say that this song, Butterfly by Crazy Town, reminded them of Enjin and it hasn't left my head since 🥹
I think i am gonna start naming my fics just to be more organized, but the names are prob gonna be song based, like this one.
Anyways ty for reading, reblogs and comments are appreciated 💕
(Might be a bit ooc sorry) (also not proofread.. like at all lol)
1 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's definitely a bit distant at first, seeming to hold you at arms length for a while till he's genuinely comfortable. Tamsy doesn't just date and love anyone, so if he dates you, you're definitely special to him and he'll lay off on his um.. tendencies when it comes to you.
2๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's a bit playful, enjoying scaring you by creeping up behind you silently, or genuinely popping up out of no where. He's literally a nuisance and is annoyingly good at scaring the actual shit out of you.
3๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 100% lets you play with his hair, whether is braiding it, combing your fingers through it or even just brushing it for him. He finds it soothing in a way and will let you mess with his hair for hours.
4๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tamsy isn't a green flag by anymeans, he's definitely jealous and controlling. And its anything but subtle, is another man flirts or even looks at you the wrong way, he gets upset. And he's definitely the type to give you the silent treatment, not talking to you till he decides otherwise.
5๋࣭ ⭑⚝ (I got this idea from someone else, and i forgot who OMG) He likes to literally lay on top of you, like flat on you to the point where you can't move, and will laugh when you complain or struggle.
6๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he likes to share music with you, listening to music together is definitely something he enjoys a lot. And he'd definitely tease you if you like a song that he finds corny or annoying.
7๋࣭ ⭑⚝ his love language with you is quality time and physical touch. He's not touch starved by any means, he could really care less, but he's practically glued to you more often than not.
8๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He had this very intense stare and will sometimes stare into your soul from across the room just because he likes to watch you squirm.
9๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's definitely a listener, and wouldn't mind listening to you yap about whatever you want.
10๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he purposely leaves his belongings in your room—clothing, jewlery—just so he can see you wear it later. He definitely..definitely wants everyone to know your his.
๋11๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's extremely observant and smart, if something is even slightly off with you he notices immediately and questions you in private.
12๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Condescending. He is so condescending and mocking, if your tired or annoyed or irritated he'd speak to you in the most mock sympathetic way ever, 'oh you poor thing'. (🤤🤤 he lucky hes not real)
13๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he would definitely use pet names like 'angel' 'love' and 'sweetheart'.
14๋࣭ ⭑⚝ He's a bit more traditional in a way, he doesn't do hookups or one night stands, and he's more dominant leaning. (Not misogynistic by anymeans, pls thats not what i mean by this 💔💔) he's kind of like and old soul.
15๋࣭ ⭑⚝ You're the only person he'd share his cake with.
He's such an odd guy tbh
This was requested btw, so tyty 🥹
Reblogs and comments are appreciated (requests are open btw)
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Tamsy who can't help but tie you up with his tokushin and tease you till you cry, beg and shake. Fingers rubbing rough circles against your clit, not letting you cum no matter how much you plead.
He's so condescending, smirking down at your face covered in tears—whispering degrading and praising things all in one sentence. He laughs when you struggle against the blue ropes, using his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears with faux sweetness.
"You poor thing." He whispers, though theres not an ounce of sympathy in his tone—just a cruel, sadistic pleasure watching you cry for him.
Between your legs is sopping, hole dripping and messy all for him. His fingers covered in your slick, circle your clit smoothly—teasingly.
Tamsy leans down and kisses your cheeks, licking away your salty tears soothingly. His hand leaves your overstimulated pussy, resting on your stomach now instead. He loves the way you cry in frustration, hips desperately trying to buck and rub against nothing.
"Uh-uh...maybe you can cum later, angel." He murmurs, leaving you tied up at his mercy as he kisses down your neck.
This was requested! (Let me start naming my fics so my masterlist doesn't look so ass..)
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𖹭.ᐟ Enjin x f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: Backshots, praise, reader is spanked once.
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 1k
𖹭.ᐟ requests are open !
The room smells like burnt tobacco, sweat and a fading cheap cologne. The air around is dizzying, almost intoxicating.
Enjin's palms grip firmly on the fat of your ass, pulling you back on his thick cock for the nth time. Your face is shoved in the pillows, gripping the white fabric as you bite down—hushing your moans as his cock fills you.
He sets that brutal pace again, the one that makes stars burst behind your eyelids as your moans get harder to muffle.
“Mm, don't cover your moans, pretty.” He teases, removing his hand from your ass and grabbing your hair. Your head finally lifts from the pillow—eyes rolling back as the sting of his fingers pulling your hair sends tingles through your body.
You let out a loud moan, gripping the pillow harder as he ruts his hips against your ass, making an obscene wet sound.
“Yeah that's better—good girl…” Enjin croons, reaching around with his free hand to rub your swollen clit.
The sensation immediately makes you let out another moan. Drooling slightly your fucked-out brain barely lets you form a proper thought other than Enjin. His cock, his smell, the way his skin feels against your, his voice—the way it's teasing and almost mocking.
His expression, pleasured yet still smug. He made you go stupid on his cock—almost making him tease you, but he holds back, focusing on aiming his cockhead at the perfect spot against your gooey walls.
It's like Enjin has mastered the art of knowing every inch of your body—what makes you quiver and moan, what makes you feel content, what makes you feel a little embarrassed or shy. Gosh, each time he fucks you, or eats you out he somehow get better, like he's learning little things about your pleasure each time.
It's infuriatingly attractive—he really pays attention, and cares about what pleasures you.
That alone makes you wet, but also makes your heart race and feel warm. Your walls flutter and clench tightly around his cock as he finds that perfect spot again, making your jaw go slack as moans leave your pretty lips.
“Feels that good, hm?” He grunts, still smirking like a smug jackass. He leans forward against your back slightly—grinding his cock against that spongy spot. His hand in your hair moves to your jaw, pressing two tattooed fingers into your mouth, hooking them into your cheek.
The sound of his hips hitting your ass fills the room, cock pounding deeper with every thrust. He wants you to feel every throbbing inch of him, he needs you to feel how badly he wants you. How you make him feel—what you make him do to your poor battered pussy.
He groans when you clench again, hips stuttering slightly. “Fuck—y'do that with your pussy again and ‘m gonna cum, baby.” Enjin moans, moving his hand from your clit and slapping your ass, watching the skin redden slightly.
You yelp, biting down on his fingers subconsciously, eliciting a moan from him. “Hey, watch the teeth…” He complains lightheartedly, not doing anything about it though—just continuing to ram his fat cock into your dripping pussy.
You can feel your orgasm teetering, feeling that white heat fill your lower tummy. “F-fuck! Enjin—hng!—I'm cumming!” You cry out against his fingers, your walls spasming around his cock. Your cries only spur him further.
Enjin's fingers leave your mouth to press against the small of your back, forcing your back to arch further for him. “Yeah? Cum for me then, right now.” His tone teeters on authoritative, making you wetter and wetter. Your arousal coats his cock and drips down his balls as they slap your clit.
And when your orgasm hits? You're body quivers and your walls spasm around him. You cum hard, crying out and saying his name over and over. “H-hah, En—Enjin..”
He smirks, rubbing your back soothingly. He gives you a moment before picking the pace up again, chasing his own release. “You cum so pretty, baby.” He praises, despite not being able to see your face.
Enjin's cock throbs as he gets close, muttering curses while watching your pussy swallow up his cock. “Fuck, look at that… gonna make me cum so deep for ya.” He mumbles, rambling on about your pretty pussy, and how well you take his big dick.
His rambles begin to slur slightly as his orgasm builds up. He might be pussydrunk—but he'd never admit that, sober from your warm heat or not. "Goddamnit..."
His thrusts grow sloppy and messy, slamming to the hilt one final time as he moans louder. He cums hard and a lot. Sticky gossamer fills up your cunt in warm spurts, hips grinding against your ass before he pulls out.
You lay on your stomach, limbs sprawled out after only god knows how many rounds, how many times he made you cum like that with his fingers, mouth and his cock.
Enjin's infuriatingly good at sex, and that makes you jealous. Because no ones just good at fucking out of no where, obviously he's dicked down other chicks.
That thought that decided to fill your hazy mind after he pulls out makes you pout at him quietly. Cheek against the pillow while you look back at him, expecting him to know exactly what's on your mind without you saying.
His head tipped back slightly, eyes fluttered shut as his tattooed chest rose and fell slowly. Fuck he's gorgeous of course. Wait, no you're supposed to be pissed at him over this, even if it's a little illogical.
He finally calms, his heart beating at a normal pace now, looking back down at you—gaze trailing up the curve of your ass and the arch of your back with an appreciative look. His gaze lands on your face, noticing the pout.
“Hmm?” He raises a brow. “What'd I do now?” He asks, laying beside you and pulling you close to his chest. “Talk to me.” Enjin's arm wraps around your waist as you rest your head against his chest.
You huff, it's so damn hard to be irritated when he's all sweet and cuddly like this. But, you know what you're thinking about is dumb, and you shouldn't even worry about it. So, you mumble quietly, “Nothing.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, sure…” His hand flattens your hair against your head softly, holding you close as he kind of internally worries about all the things he might have done to piss you off.
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Thank you for reading :)!
Ive been wanting to write fluff more. I think I've only written fluff once or twice (holy fucking gooner). But I want to so I get better at it 🙏
Anywayyy tyytyy, comments and reblogs are heavily appreciated <3
Not proofread (pls ignore misspelling it's like 5 am)
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Enjin was supposed to be just a quick fling, something for stress release for both of you. Nothing serious, no strings attatched, no feelings—Enjin's not good at that whole 'lovey-dovey, romance' thing.
Yet somehow you keep ending up in his bed, in his head, and maybe his heart too, whether he cares to admit that out loud or not.
Tonight was no different, ending up in his room sprawled out against his plain sheets. His hands trace every dip and curve of you body in a way that sends heat and shivers right down your spine. A smug smirk on his face that makes between your legs pulse like a second heartbeat.
His fingers rub over your panties, feeling just how much you've soaked through the thin fabric. "So damn wet already and I've barely done anything." He murmurs, tone low and almost soft. Your legs tremble at his words, and at his touch—holding back the urge to buck yourself against his hands.
Enjin grabs your thigh with his free hand and presses it down against the matress—squeezing the soft skin as his head dips to kiss along your lower abdomen.
Soft, wet kisses press lower toward the waistband of your panties, his thumb rubs gentle circles over your clit through the fabric. A whimper leaves your lips at the just barely there friction, glancing down at him your lips part in slight frustration. "Hmph... no teasing." Your thighs tremble against him as he continues to tease.
"Fuck—please." The soft, but almost urgent plea leaves your lips suddenly. Your voice is breathy, the need beneath it obvious to him. "Please dont tease me anymore, Enjin."
Heat pools in his lower stomach, the way you beg and whine for him to just please you makes him feel feral—like he could just eat you alive, claim and consume every part of you. He shouldn't feel this way, but he does.
Enjin roughly hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them down immediately—gaze immediately glueing to your dripping pussy. It was completely pornographic, making his boxers feel tight against his growing bulge. "Goddamn." He mutters lowly—voice dripping with lust and sin.
His hands curl around the backs of your legs, slowly shifting down to where the fat of your ass connects to your thighs. "You're so fuckin' hot." He groans, his head dropping to press wet kisses along your thighs—nipping and biting at the soft skin.
A moan leaves your lips, your hand reaching down to press against the back of his neck, grippinv his skin—feeling the warmth of his skin. Your hands gently trace up the back of his neck, and through his soft undercut before finally reaching his hair—tangling in his soft blonde strands.
Enjin's gaze lifts back up to you, smirking softly again. "Just don't pull my hair 'kay?" He teases, as if he's totally not leaning into your gentle touch—relishing in the way your hand feels in his hair.
You roll your eyes slightly, tugging his hair just to spite him. A groan leaves his lips and he gives you a soft glare. "You're a goddamn brat." He huffs, pinning your thighs down against the sheets roughly. "Y'know that? Spoiled brat."
His thumbs spread your folds, and his tongue darts out, licking a line up your slit—tasting your sweet, warm arousal. He lets out a pleasured groan, your taste perfectly sweet on his tongue like honey. "Spoiled brat, yet your still so sweet." He hums, tongue flicking over your clit.
Moans leave your lips as he finally puts his mouth where you needed it most, hips softly bucking into his mouth, begging for more. "F-fuck... feels—ngh—so good." Your fingers tangled in his hair began to tense and pull slighty, not hard but enough to show how good he was making you feel.
His lips and tongue work over your sloppy, sweet pussy meticulously—lapping over your clit, and sucking on the bundle of nerves just enough to send tingles through your body. His lips pull back with a wet pop.
Enjin groans, pressing a finger against your hole—circling the tight muscles before pushing in. His thick middle finger, bullies into your dripping hole—tongue speeding up, licking and sucking making your pussy even messier than before. "Mmmf, taste so fuckin' good." He rasps against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body.
"Fuck!" Your legs begin to shake, thighs fighting to press against the sides of his head. "Feels soooooo—hnng!—good!" You squeal, getting louder and louder as his mouth and fingers work your sweet pussy meticulously—finding every perfect sweet spot that makes you tremble.
"Shhh, everyones gonna hear you." He mutters, shifting his head back up and away from your pussy as he enters a second thick finger into your fluttering, messy hole. He moves back over you, fucking you hard with his fingers while his free hand clamps over your mouth. "Don't want everyone to hear how much of a needy mess you are, hm?" He teases, tone smug and deep as your moans and whines muffle against his palm.
Your body trembles against him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as pleasure overwhelms your body. His fingers work to push you over the edge and quickly—crooking his thick digits right against your g-spot. Arousal drips down his wrist, creamy white coats his fingers as you clench and flutter around him.
His gaze is intense, eyes never leaving yours while the tight coil in your tummy finally snaps. Your walls clench around his fingers tightly, before fluttering wildly as you cum—the essence of your release drips down his fingers and wrist. His fingers slow inside you, listening to your muffled moans of ecstasy.
Your gaze his hazy and dazed, looking utterly fucked out as he removes his palm from your mouth only to replace it with his lips—kissing you hard.
Enjin's fingers slowly pulled out of you, palming your aching cunt as you came down from your high. Your hips bucking and shifting against his palm before slowly relaxing. He swallows all of your little noises, every little moan and whimper.
His lips pull back from yours as he looks down at you intensely, a hint of reverence hidden beneath his intense gaze.
Maybe he should admit it, that he really loves you. Your in his mind all the time, it makes his heart thump painfully against his chest. He sighs and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Go to sleep now..." He murmurs almost gently.
You nod slowly, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm fade as the exhaustion fills you. You can't deny how badly you want more, but for now—you're content, wrapped up in his warm tattooed arms.
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Ouhhh how i loveeeee Enjin he's so sexy.
Anyway lowkey what do you guys think his kinks would be? I js wanna know so i can implement it into my writing in the future.
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and so are requests ! 💕
