rhea is everybody's papi

boyfriend!higuruma baby traps you… on accident.

⚚ when higuruma’s boss called him late notice, and told him he had a case that would last twelve days, he nearly ripped his own hair out. how the hell would he survive being away from you for that long? he didn’t even like taking too long using the bathroom for fucks sake, always afraid of missing any word you said.

at some point he started a habit of taking you in there with him, making you sit on the sink and continue your yap sessions while he did what he needed to. part of him seriously thought about stuffing you in his briefcase to come along whenever work called.

many of your friends were concerned with how clingy he was.. and the amount of aggression he’d show when he couldn’t be, but you quickly waved them off. higuruma just loved you so much! maybe a lot more than the average person should, but you didn’t mind it, which is why you always rushed to his defense.

higuruma was flattered you were so protective of him, but your friends really weren’t wrong to be worried, he was downright obsessed with you. everyone could see it but you.

guilt washed over him constantly— here you were thinking he was the best boyfriend in the world, but mostly the guy was just a selfish over thinker. what if someone tried taking his place beside you while it was empty?

oh helllll no.

“aht keep your hands off baby,” his low voice was soothing but it had a slight sternness to it. your legs wrapped around his waist while you were pinned in a mating press, forced to feel every inch of him.

“if you push me again, ‘m gonna have to spank my princess. y’want that angel? hmm?”

you started drooling when your eyes locked on his droopy ones, he hadn’t stopped staring and it was driving you quite insane. you couldn’t stop your hands that instinctively started pushing him again, “ngh- hiro! n..need you s’bad!”

the smack that followed was loud, and your clit was stinging before you could even process what had happened. “cmonn pretty don’t be bad please, i leave soon. please?”

something about his begging had your walls squeezing him even more. higuruma leaned down, tucking his head into your neck to the point his lips grazed your ear.

you were babbling a bunch of nonsense but it sounded damn near poetic to him. he could listen to you for hours.

“daddy’s gonna miss you soo much princess. s..so much-” his whispers slowly turned into whimpers, every sound only pushed you further over the edge. “w..will you miss me? tell me please, need to hear you..”

“im g..gonna- mm- miss you too! always miss youuu!” you couldn’t believe you were slurring out words like this. and it was even harder to believe that he actually understood them.

his free hand crept down your thigh— only stopping once it got to your foot, kissing the heel before putting your white toes to his lips.

he was silent aside from a few grunts, and when higuruma got quiet it never meant anything good. it meant he was up to something.

the man started thinking about not pulling out. the thought came on a whim and it kept growing the more he looked at your fucked out face.

would you be mad? maybe try to leave him? well, its not like he’d ever let you do a silly thing like that.

he couldn’t have you going anywhere, or ever try to walk out on him. you’d already agreed to be his forever, what’s the harm in a little extra precaution? you did always love nanami’s kids..

“need to m..make you a mama, yeah? get you all filled with my babies, walking ‘round with that belly, showing everybody you’re mine- shit shit.” you nearly cut the circulation off in his shaft when you heard his words.

he chuckled low and rubbed your pudge, imagining all the ways your body would fill in while carrying part of him. “i see my pretty pussy likes the idea… now 'm just waiting on my pretty girl.”

when he slapped your thigh you knew he wanted an answer. in an instant you nodded mindlessly— not caring much about anything besides his tip that brushed against your womb. or the fat thumb that circled your clit with purpose. “ohhh my goshh yes! i want it, want my baby, pleasee!”

eh.. you really shouldn’t have told him that.

©rissouu 2026

being the emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High means you’re there for your friends whenever they need you. you get lots of attention, lots of cuddles and lots of orgasms :3  Kinji Hakari🎰 

he thinks it’s funny. how you yelp when he pulls on your fluffy tail. how needy you get sometimes, how easy. let’s be honest, kinji is a bit arrogant and not the type to stress. ever. besides, sappy dates and heartfelt conversations are not his thing.

so yes, his idea of comfort and support is a shameless, nearly public blowjob. he’s not rough per se, just a little. his favourite thing to do is to push his throbbing cock down your throat and to hold it there for many agonizing seconds without moving. in a way, it’s difficult for him too. the idea of fucking your throat is so tempting.

he likes how your chest rises and falls, how your nostrils flare and drool climbs down your chin, how your eyes get beady as you struggle to focus on breathing. “fuck, hold it baby, jus’ like that,” he grunts quietly. 

but even then, your cute pout makes him have mercy. your lips get so swollen after he pulls out, his coarse pubes have been rubbing against the glossy skin. 

“you took me so well, bunny, fuck, fuck…” 

he gives you some time to recover, lets you gasp for air between his legs. the way his cock hangs heavy and proud in front of your face makes you wet, no matter how shy you are. his tip is a pretty shade pf pale brown, it stands out nicely against his darker coloured shaft… you wish he’d rub it against your pussy more often. 

kinji only notices your heightened arousal when your mouth is around him again, tongue working on him desperately. “easy there, eeeasy, girl…”

fingers card through your hair, collecting locks and your two drooping bunny ears to pull them back. 

from time to time, he fucks into your mouth to make you gag a little, only to coo and apologize when you mewl in protest. “i know, baby, i know, ‘m bein’ mean…can’t help it, i love it when you struggle a bit.” 

of course he does, it’s good for his ego. 

but you don’t mind, do you? you’re a rather durable bunny girl, used to rough handling. 

direct penetration with kinji’s cock is rare. only happens when he really needs to let off some steam, then he’s all serious and focused. eyes zeroed in on how your tired folds part for the nth time as he sinks into you.  

his thrust get frantic, desperate and he begs orders you to cum on his cock. he needs your pussy to strangle him. 

it’s like a whole work out, really, both of you breathless and exhausted at the end. worth it? absolutely. by the time he’s kissing you gently again, he’s already figured out what to do about the thing that upset him in the first place. 

nothing gets his brains working like a good fuck <3

Kirara Hoshi💫 

messy, messy girl, messy friendship. 

on one hand, she likes having you at her side, on the other, she gets jealous if kinji seeks you out. but hey hey! kirara does that too so it’s really unfair ! 

let’s just focus on when she’s being nice, okay? because when kirara’s jealous, you better run to someone before she catches you and gives your little pussy and bum some spanks:( 

or she puts all kinds of uncomfy things on your nipples, like ice blocks and clamps :( and she makes all sorts of silly threats, like how she wants to give you nipple piercings :(( and you tell her those hurt and she laughs :(

her main sources of frustration are small inconveniences and you always know just the thing to cheer her up. anything that ranges from dressing up to shopping to smoking a little weed while listening to music can do the trick. 

kirara likes to put blush on your tail, she taps the brush to your pretty butt until a pale pink hue appears. and gossip! lots of gossip. and then you both get tired and drowsy, like when kids eat too much sugar and come down from the high. 

that’s when the sleepy giggling and the lingering touches come. at this point, you’re too wet, too needy and your mouth falls open obediently, letting kirara’s tongue press against yours. it becomes a slow, sloppy make out session. soft ah-ahs fill the air, she pulls your hair, you squeal and part your legs. 

“bun-bun, so eager, so pretty, wanna play with you a little…” 

she likes to experiment on your little cunt, see what makes you wet, what makes your hole pulse nervously, what make you cry, what makes you spread your legs wider. 

at first, kirara stares at the sight with excitement in her eyes, her star shaped pupils shine brighter as she inserts the end of of her makeup brush into you. a hand goes below the waistline of her skirt, she can’t resist stroking herself. 

“this is the fourth one, right?” she asks you and you confirm with a pathetic moan that indeed, this is your fourth orgasm. so many objects have been inside you at this point. 

“you’re gonna have a few more, hah… this makes me feel so good.” 

you don’t say no to that, knowing she’s enjoying herself. you look down to see kirara’s sleepy expression, cheeks mushed against your thigh, half-liddes eyes fixed on your messy pussy, her fingers curl weakly around orange lipgloss she’s lazily pumping into you. 

“give me another, i need to see you clench like that again.” 

you cry out as you cum around the lipgloss, an embarassing little trickle of squirt runs down your folds and kirara smiles, fucking you through the climax.

Hajime Kashimo🌩️ 

hajime is confused. he’s never heard of bunny girls before, sure he’s seen some things during his life time but not… whatever you are…whatever your purpose is. 

at first, he does not care. he came to fight and defeat and whatever his stupid sorcerer allies do is none of his business. and he’s a difficult person too so you have half a mind to steer clear of him. 

your first interaction is just him wordlessly poking at your bunny parts with a frown, acting like the concept of your existence bothers him. he gets used to it. not just your whole being but how you support some team members, how you always know what they need, how you’re so happy to make others happy. 

the ice breaks when one of the kids gets on his nerves. yuta makes a comment, he means well but he’s too perceptive for his own good. something about his reasons to join the culling game. hajime becomes sulky, agitated and instead of grilling everyone to ashes, he opts to brood in an onsen. 

he doesn’t push you away when you climb into his lap but doesn’t really register you either.  

you’ve heard him talk about sukuna before, that’s all he seems to care about so you start rambling quietly. not even a curse like him sounds threatening when you talk about him in that sweet tone. you recount the time sukuna got control of his vessel in shibuya, how scared you got and hajime hums non-commitally, his hands encircling your waist. 

your tail twitches nervously against his inner thigh when you get to the part where sukuna looked at you briefly before continuing the massacre. 

hajime smiles to himself a tiny bit. he loves hearing about how powerful sukuna is. it’s comforting…wait…it’s actually working. your methods are actually helping him. his hands part your thighs a little, encouraging you to keep talking, even if you have to take shallow breaths between the sentences now. 

by the time you get to the part when sukuna switched vessels, two of his fingers are fully inside you, lazily stretching you open in the water. it stings a little, water isn’t the best lubricant but hajime’s other hand quickly finds your little clit and rubs it too. something hard pokes the underside of your thigh. 

you try moving to make hajime feel good too but he stops you with a displeased grunt. 

“nah, just keep talkin’, sweet thing…” the words are slurred, his movements still slow, like he isn’t even fingering you, just playing with something, using your pussy like a stim toy. 

you obey, eventually start asking him questions too. he answers patiently. it’s a nice conversation, hajime doesn’t really open up but compared to how little he talks to others, he could be considered chatty. you learn a lot about an older era and he learns a lot about your body. 

each time you cum, you apologize for interrupting. 

“s’okay, let it all out,” he mumbles and waits for your orgasm to pass, lets you arch into his front before he continues the conversation and his previous ministrations. 

hajime has to admit, you really are a helpful little bunny, the evenings he spends with you become his favourite.

Hiromi Higuruma ⚖️

what makes the life of an attorney, a sorcerer attorney no less, hard? the better question is, what doesn’t? 

working sucks, injustice sucks, curses suck…

a while ago, he told himself to try new things. that includes you. the cute emotional support bunny. the few times he’s visited Jujutsu High, you were always so nice, albeit a little shy. 

since hiromi mainly talks to yuji, he doesn’t see you that often, you’re always just passing by. how you manage to tolerate certain people (that blue haired threat for instance) around you is beyond him but maybe it just means you’re patient and non-judgemental. how…relieving. 

it’s hard to guess what would help a man like hiromi feel better. you can’t magically fix japan’s jurisdiction system, can’t take away his guilt. so, you do small things to lighten his day.

your bring him coffee. he drinks a lot of that. double shot espressos, bitter and dark. the time you try them, your nose scrunches up, pulling your expression into a silly grimace. it almost makes hiromi laugh.  

whenever a meeting causes him to have a headache, you massage the back of his neck, his temples and shoulders. he doesn’t even notice the satisfied groans that slip out between his gritted teeth. 

sitting in his lap while he reads reports is the best. you’re like a weighted blanket for him, your soft fur brushing against his skin is a nice feeling too. 

your breasts are his favourite. he sticks a hand under your blouse, slides it under your bra and fondles the warm flesh like a stress ball. the paper in his hand shakes ever so slightly as you start pressing your butt against his crotch. 

“no, bunnny, i have to work, be good for me.” 

you nod and let out an accidental yelp when he pinches your nipple as a warning. 

“yes, sir, i’ll be so good,” you promise. and you do keep your word, you let hiromi play with your now swollen nipples without a complaint, even as the wetness coating your underwear start seeping into his clothes too. 

despite hiromi’s attempted discipline, his breathing always get ragged, his hips buck up sometimes, his cock hardens as if just to spite him. 

“are you okay, sir?”

oh god, how sweet and innocent you sound. 

“please don’t let me fuck you, please—“ 

“yes, sir.” 

that just makes it worse. he’s leaking from the tip of his cock against his thigh. your pussy must be so cute, covered in a patch of your fluffy fur, your juices stuck in the curls. it would be even prettier with his cum on it, he’d fill you up and pinch your folds together to make your entrance overflow.

luckily, or unluckily, you’re a good bunny. you help him calm down. he asked you not to let him fuck you, so that’s what you do. 

you point at something on his report, read it out loud to redirect his thoughts. it works, it hurts but it works. 

in the mean time have this drabble (Fem!Reader)

cw : est, poly relationship, threesome, head m. rec, penetrative & unprotected sex, guided blowjob, teasing, slight cuck kinji, pet names, kirara's thick & kinji's big, clit rubbing, creampie, swallowing, not proofread. poll winner.

ⓘ Featuring Kinji & Kirara love to fuck you right !

Whining while Kirara fucks you always feels like a humiliation ritual.

Each teasingly slow snap of her hips, the rolling grinds against you, her fingers rubbing your clit in soft circles, how were you supposed to remain quiet?

Hakari loved it, seeing his pretty girls make each other feel good until he joined in, watching up close & personal from the edge of the bed.

He'd clench his fists at each desperate noise let out & fought himself to stay put and just enjoy the show, but it could be hard.

"Kir—mngh—faster baby, please?" You cried, attempting to press your hips back against her. "I need you."

"Aw, baby." She cooed, sucking softly on the skin between your shoulder blades with a shallow thrust. "You need me? How bad?"

Kirara slowed her hips to a stop and tapped your hips slowly, rapping her fingers against the skin with a soft hum.

"So, so, so bad, Kir, please?" You let out a pathetic whine & Kirara had to hold her breath to not let out a moan. "Please, baby?"

She loved it whenever you'd beg for her.

She loved seeing Kin's reaction to you begging for her.

"Mm. Only if you're a good girl. Can you do that? Be a good girl for me & Kin?" She purred, guiding your chin to look up at Hakari.

"Yes. Yes, ma'am. I can, please just fuck me properly." You pleaded, giving your hips a little wiggle against hers & finally drew out a groan from her lips.

Kirara gave the round of your ass a light swat, starting a steady pace. "Good, good." She paused, looking over Hakari & his starstruck gaze glued to the pleasured expression on your lips. "kin baby?"

He glanced away from you, just for a moment & saw how Kirara's hips slammed against yours & visibly twitched.

Fuck, you two were so hot like this.

"Want her to touch you?" Kirara teased, stroking up your back slowly with a particularly harsh. squelching thrust. "C'mon, ask her, maybe she'll help you with your… situation."

Kirara gave a slow point to the strain of his sweatpants as you gave out a soft giggle. Kirara's hand quickly lowered to rub the small of your back again.

She always made sure to show affection while making love, even when she was teasing. The tenderness was as important, if not more important, than the actual sex.

She dragged a hand down your stomach, giving your clit a soft rub, soaking in the sharp mewl you let out, arching in pleasure at the way you clenched around her.

"Fuck, baby." He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You know what you girls do to me, don't you?"

She let out a sarcastic scoff as she pulled you up, her chest pressing almost flush to your back, giving Hakari a pretty view of your tits bouncing with each thrust.

"No idea what you mean." She cooed playfully, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as she ground her hips against yours. "We're—ah—just enjoying ourselves, right sweetgirl?"

"Mh-hmm." You nodded dumbly, leaning back against her with a whine, grasping lazily at her arm & holding it steady as you rubbed yourself against her fingers.

Hakari loved this, seeing how good Kirara made you feel. The dripping mess between your thighs on a perfect, sloppy view.

Seeing each thick inch of Kirara disappearing into you with every thrust.

How your greedy cunt eagerly sucked her in with your thighs quivering. He imagined himself in your girlfriends place & let out a pathetic whine.

"Babe." He rasped, reaching out to grasp one of your hands, guiding it over his aching length. "Help me out here, won't ya?"

"Aw, sweet girl, look." Kirara cooed, cupping your breasts as she pressed you back against the bed. "He's all needy for you."

Hakari shot her a quick pout for taking away his view, but smirked as he took in the flush on her cheeks & the slight shake of her abs.

She was getting close & with the sound of your mewls against the comforter, you were too.

"Mn. Kin." You cooed, dragging one of his thighs closer, nipping at the skin while meeting his gaze, whimpering at Kirara's needy thrusts. "S'big baby." You stroked him slowly through his boxers, resting your cheek on his thigh.

"I'll show you big, baby." He crooned, roughly tugging his boxers down to free himself.

Hakari grasped his base, pumping once & grinned down at you. "Open up." He tapped his flushed tip against your lips, groaning as you did.

You eagerly swirled your tongue around his needy tip, grasping his hip as you bobbed slowly.

"Oh… look at her, Kin baby," Kirara whined, resting her chin on your shoulder, thrusts falling frantic. "Our good girl feels good, no?"

"God, so fucking good." Hakari agreed, guiding you to take him deeper, Kirara's hips faltering at the noise of you choking around his length & finally collapsed on top of you, spilling her seed deep inside you with a sharp mewl.

She sighed shakily, reaching out to pull your hair from your cheek & help guide you against Hakari.

"Oh god, just like that." Kinji groaned, his head lulling back as his eyes screwed shut. "I'm going to—" He cut himself off with a loud, needy moan, grip instantly loosening in your hair as you gagged around him.

Kirara let go too, sitting up behind you to watch as you pulled off Kinji, wiping your bottom lip as just a little bit of his cum dribbled out down your chin.

They just didn't had a reason to do so, really

Commisions open

Has this been done before? idk lolll but it was stuck in my head so

first post!

You were standing in front of the mirror when Enjin wandered into the room, towel slung around his shoulders. At first he wasn’t really paying attention. Just talking about something stupid that happened during a mission.

Then his voice stopped. So did your heart. You weren’t at the point in your relationship to see each other naked. So… you immediately crossed your arms over your stomach.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Look.”

That only made him look harder. Your face heated. The pale stretch marks along your hips and stomach suddenly felt ten times more obvious under his stare.

For a second Enjin said nothing and that made it worse.

You were already preparing yourself for awkward reassurance when he suddenly barked out a laugh.

“Damn,” he whistled. “Didn’t know I was dating a fuckin’ tiger.”

“What?”

He pointed dramatically at your side. “Look at these battle scars.”

“Those are stretchmarks.”

“Exactly.” he stepped closer, squinting at them like he was examining something fascinating. Then, because he was Enjin, he growled, “Rawr.”

You stared. He shrugged smiling. The silence lasted all of three seconds before you smacked his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

Before you could roll your eyes again Enjin dropped to one knee.

“Enjin—”

He ignored you completely. Instead he pressed a gentle kiss against one of the marks on your hip. Then another and another and another. He couldn’t understand why you were trying to hide something he thought was beautiful. You felt your throat tighten.

“They’re ugly,” you whispered.

His head snapped up immediately. “Who told you that?”

“No one.”

“Bullshit.” Enjin sighed and rested his forehead against your side. “Baby, I spend every day surrounded by garbage.”

That got your attention. He tapped one of the stretch marks and then needed to kiss it again.

“This ain’t garbage.” another kiss. “This either.” he wrapped his arms around your waist then and squeezed. “These are just parts of you.”

Kiss.

“And I like you.”

Kiss.

“Nope, love you.”

Kiss.

“So naturally I love those too.”

You felt your eyes sting a little and your bottom lip wobbled.

“Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“The emotional thing.”

“You started it!”

“I was making tiger jokes five minutes ago.” that had you giggling and your man smiled all big. “There she is.”

And, because he was physically incapable of ending a sweet moment normally, he buried his face against your stomach and growled again. “Raaawr.”

“Enjin.”

“Sorry.”

Kiss.

“Rawr?” 🐯🩷

/ɛn jɪn/

adjective

Constantly seeking physical closeness or attention. "He was feeling particularly enjin today, refusing to let go of their partner's hand."

It was only after getting into a relationship with enjin that you understood the actual meaning of the word 'clingy'

The big baby wouldn't leave your side. Whether on missions, in the common room, definitely the bedroom. Hell, he would hang out with you in the washroom too if you allow it.

Will definitely wrap his big arms around you even in the middle of a mission

"Enjin can you get the fuck off me? A trash beast's on our ass". "Dying in your arms.. such a heavenly way to die" *gets smacked*

WILL complain if you don't let him spoon with you in bed. Claims he can't sleep otherwise

"So you hate me and want me to die". Raises his eyebrow at you, giving you his meanest scowl

he KNOWS you love it, but he likes it when you act bratty. What can he say, he loves the chase.

Lovvesss it when you fawn over his muscles when he's working out. Will give you a sweaty hug just to piss you off. "stop acting like you don't like it"

when you're on a mission with him, you best believe you're not leaving his sight even for a moment. His sharp eyes following your every move while tackling the trash beast. It's second nature to him now.

Doesn't care if anyone is around. His hands WILL be on you. Whether draped over your shoulder, in your back pocket, or around your waist. At this point you're used to it.

You look at him confused if he doesnt have his hands on you now, earning a triumphant smirk from him, "what, missing my touch already? So clingy, aren't you?"

*gets smacked*

He acts like a lost puppy, following you around the hq when he doesn't have any mission.

semiu sighs in defeat, looking at the 6ft tall man's big arms wrapped around you. "Ain't taking any missions today. I'm gathering strength"

Acts SUPER cocky when you get clingy, "can't go a second without putting your hands on me!", "look at you. So cute", "you're obsessed!"

The best part of his day is when his head is in your lap and your hands are softly massaging his scalp. Satisfied groans leaving his lips, arms wrapped around your waist.

May or may not end up all over you while sleeping, but it's ok because he acts like your weighted blanket. And now, you can't sleep when he's not draped over you

He once blew a smoke onto your face to rizz you up before you two dated. You coughed your lungs out while he stomped his cigarette dead on the ground, hands hovering your wheezing body, startled and definitely guilty of his actions. You still hold that over him sometimes

"...Yeah, just like that time you blew your nasty cigarette breathe to my face." "C'mon, baby, that was ages ago."

Loves teasing the hell out of you. If you smoke (before or during the relationship) he'd look at you all disappointed like you just committed a crime, telling you smoking is bad. If you don't smoke, same face but he just calls you too healthy or something

"Y'know smoking's bad for your lungs, right?" "????" "I'm just saying, babes. If ya wanna live longer, maybe cut down your nicotine intake." "Enjin, you literally have a cigarette between your lips."

When you look at him with that "wtf did you just say to me?" face, he couldn't help but burst out laughing by how cute you are. He'd pinch your cheeks and coo, laughing even more if it pisses you off further. This man lives through your reactions

Absolutely lays on you like a giant cat during day offs. Doesn't matter where or when, if he sees you sitting or on your back, he's up on you in seconds

Whenever you try to push him off, he'd throw you the most pitiful and obnoxious look known to mankind. Definitely the type to pull the "so you hate me" card every single time this happen

"Enjin! Get off me, you're too fucking heavy!" "Ouch. So you hate me now, huh? You guys hearing this? My own girlfriend doesn't love me!" "For the love of—babe! You're 6'3"!" "And????"

Loves, loves, loves the feeling of his heart thumping against his chest as he stares at your increasingly flustered face. A smile spreads across his lips, and he'll take the change to pepper you with kisses—just for the chance to see a hint of redness on your face (even if you're already as red as you can get)

Despite all his antics, however, he knows when to pull his punches. If he senses that you're genuinely getting annoyed or irritated by his actions, he'd stop and apologise to you. He may like getting under your skin, but it's another thing to have you be mad at him

"Hey, was that too much, baby? 'm sorry, didn't mean to go that far."

On the topic of pulling his punches, best believe you're on his ass if he gives way too much of the action towards the children during missions. What was that? Rudo and Zanka were heavily injured while Enjin, the adult, is barely scratched? Yeah, the corner for your man, it is then

You two definitely have gotten in arguments regarding his "mentorship" ways towards Rudo, Zanka, and Riyo. He tells you not to worry and put more trust on the younger Cleaners, while you urge him to be more wary of putting them in harm's way just because they're capable of standing on their own

"All I'm saying is that you could be more on-field whenever they fight, Enjin. Look at them! They could barely stand while you're on your feet!" "I leave them be because I trust they could handle it. C'mon, believe in them more, baby. And you know as well as I do that I wouldn't hesitate to jump into action if they're in danger." "I know, baby. It's just that... they're kids!" "They're Cleaners despite it all, [Name]. And besides, I don't think they'll appreciate me all up there with them just 'cus of that."

Despite the argument, you'd never, ever, call Enjin a bad mentor or a teacher. You can see the care, attention, and love he holds for the younger Cleaners, and believe that he does everything in his power to help them better themselves... You just wish he does so in a more safe manner

Bonus: You learnt how to drive from Enjin. The first time you drove your team to the mission site, all of them ended up passing out within the first five minutes. They forced you to undergo a more formal driving lesson under the watchful guidance of Gris

"They want me to learn driving again with Gris." "Oh, boohoo, they just couldn't handle your killer moves, babes. And it's not like Gris is better at it than we are." "I know, right? I got us there in no time, too! I don't know why they're shitting on my driving..." "Oh, gosh. It's literally blind leading the blind..."

the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.

i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.

you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.

I read and write. I do question certain fanfic topics, but I never bothered to go out of my way to complain about it, or anything of the sort. I question the overflow of smut, absolutely, but people write what they want to write, and read what they want to read.

Tamsy Headcanons - A Full Study

Includes: General, Pre-Relationship, Relationship (SFW)

**Also includes: Manga spoilers**

Warnings: Tamsy Caines, manipulation, toxicity, Tamsy, mind games, mentions of trauma/abuse (more like my headcanons as to why he’s the way he is), mentions of killing, possessiveness, Tamsy, suggestiveness (nothing explicit), Tamsy, and Tamsy Caines. It'll be interesting to see how this ages.

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General

First things first, Tamsy is an extremely complex character from what little we do see about him. Whether it’s the persona he puts on to lure people into a false sense of security, or the complexities surrounding who he is with snippets of Inner Tamsy, this study will cover everything we know alongside things I personally theorize. This study is not meant to condone his questionable or reprehensible actions, but meant to study them in a way that makes sense to readers. As a reminder, these are just that — headcanons, and while we still have yet to know the full story behind the how and the why, it’s still fun to poke around his brain a bit.

(i.e. tits v.s. ass v.s. thighs)

I got an ask about how characters feel about small boobs vs big boobs and I am under the impression that all of the characters are just boob fans overall, they could be big, small, in between, they don't care! However, it sparked the thought of tits v.s. ass v.s. thighs so that's what I wrote LMAO

DISCLAIMER: All of them would love every part of you, this is just what I think if they were faced with the choice out of the three options.

Enjin: Enjin finds himself getting dizzy at the way his large hands completely envelop your tits, their softness rubbing perfectly against his calloused skin. No matter what size you are, Enjin’s hands are bigger, and he loses his senses at the feeling of it, the reminder of how much smaller you are than him.   

Bro Santa: there is no place Bro is happier than in between your thighs. The true definition of a munch, he loves the way his fingers sink into the plush fat of your thighs while he holds them open, growling against you when he feels you try to close them. Fingertip shaped bruises paired with dark hickies and soft bites seem to never fade, only due to how often he replaces them with new ones. 

Gris: a man who always remains respectful of you, never daring to even think about crossing a boundary, so you have to be the one to let him know it’s okay to touch your ass outside of the bedroom. You could feel the way his body stiffened when the two of you hugged, his hands resting on your lower back, just above your butt. Glancing up at him with a knowing look, you put your hands on top of his and guided them lower, giggling at the way he let out a sigh of relief while gripping the soft flesh.  

Follo: nothing makes him happier than burying his face between your plush tits, sighing happily as the two of you cuddle close in your bed. The poor guy nearly growls when you try to move his head or even dare to adjust your position.  

Tamsy: it's no surprise that Tamsy uses Tokushin in bed. He loves tying you up, making you helpless, watching as you squirm under the tight ropes digging into your skin. Seeing the delicious marks that the harsh rope left across your softer areas only drives him crazier, so there is truly no choosing between the three for him.   

Arkha Corvus: he will never objectify you, one of his greatest worries is making you think you are anything less than the goddess that you are. His touch stays respectful in public, never straying too high or too low, but staying hooked around your waist or interlocked with your hands. In the bedroom, his touch is passionate, with every movement having a motivation, and it lingers the most on your tits. Fingers, mouth, he worships every inch of your breasts, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure.    

August: the type of guy to slap your ass and then look away while whistling, gasping with faux shock when you scold him for it. “I WOULD NEVER!” leaves his lips almost as often as he grabs your ass, which is a lot. Also the type to put his hand in your back pocket when you walk around together.  

Semiu: we’ve seen the type of magazines she flicks through at her desk, so one can only assume that she really appreciates your tits. At every moment she can, her hand sneaks up to your chest, and you’re never really sure if she even realizes that she does it. 

Mildretta: after a long day of work, the only thing she wants to do is lay between your thighs, resting her head on your stomach while you play with her hair. It’s one of the only times she feels truly safe, turning her head to kiss and nip at the soft skin of your thighs. 

Zodyl: he spends a lot of time on his couch, spying through the television which means you can’t sit on his lap without blocking his sight. Instead, he’ll have you sit next to him and lay your legs across his, letting him squeeze and massage the soft skin of your thighs like his own personal stress toy.  

Jabber: in his eyes, the plushest parts of your body are his favorite, be that your tits, your stomach, ass or thighs, he loves it. Loves the feeling of the skin breaking when he sinks his teeth into it, loves the way those areas scar and bruise easily, able to see the physical proof of his love practically branded into you. Now, it’s only fair if you get to do the same back to him.    

Bundus: although he presents as an old-fashioned man, that won’t stop him from slapping your ass when you turn away from him. Sometimes it’s playful, and sometimes it’s a warning to cut out your bratty behavior. 

+18

your and enjin’s shared room at the headquarters was cramped.

there was a dusty desk with a few abandoned files lying on it, a basic double sized bed in the middle and a cabinet for clothes and other items in the back of the room. not even a window was provided. but there existed a mirror, a large one with a small crack on the right corner, resting against the wall just across the end of the bed.

enjin was sitting at the end of the mattress, back facing the mirror, legs laying wide while you were straddling on his lap, cock buried in deep. there was a perfect small bump at the edge where enjin was leaning against, forming enough leverage for you to bounce and work yourself on him.

heavy panting mixed with soft whines and bed creaking was filling the already stuffy air. “fuck, baby, these tits-“ enjin groaned, his other hand that was wrapped around your waist now finding its way to grab the soft fat of your boob.

your body arched at the contact, shamelessly pushing yourself against his palm tighter. enjin leaned in, a sensation of soft lips and sharp teeth grazing your sensitive nipple. his mouth fanned hot air against your damp skin, gently running all the way to the arch of your neck.

you moaned softly and shifted, allowing your upper bodies to melt against each other in tight and hot need. you rested your chin on the curve of his shoulder, arms now wrapped around his muscular back, your eyes switching to the mirror in front of you.

you were faced with the absolutely sinful, almost demonic seduction, that was enjin’s tattooed back. the black and red ink formed beautiful curves along the skin, almost completely coating the originally pale complex underneath. the usually ugly yellow from your bedside lamp was now casting shadows nearly perfectly along his back, highlighting and giving contrast to every single muscle that was visible. and god there was many.

your hands ran along the patterns there, grabbing, clawing, pinching, wanting. enjin’s shoulders were clenching as he shifted his hold on you, lats squeezing together as he settled you better. with that motion, you felt the bedsheets shift as he pushed his heels against the mattress, suddenly pistoning his cock inside you.

you moaned shamelessly at the sudden depth, your eyes momentarily shifting from the sight of enjin’s mesmerizing back, to your own face. the shameless look of slutty need mixed with authentic love for your boyfriend was a strange sight. cheeks reds, eyes hazy like an animal in heat, mouth hanging open. you nearly didn’t recognize yourself.

enjin continued snapping his hips up against you, his large hands grabbing and spreading your ass, meaning to dig even deeper into you - and it was working. you felt his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, brushing against just the point that made you tremble and clench and whine.

“just like that- you’re doing so good - shit -“ he groaned louder. it was adorable how enjin always became so talkative and praising (like he was as a cleaner towards the kiddos) whenever he was close to cumming.

your nails dug into his back again, the sight of those straining muscles and tattoos making you feel like you were pulled into the curls of the designs. it was the last straw.

you cummed hard on enjin’s cock, biting onto his shoulder gently as he fucked you through your pussy’s spasms, white mucus coating his shaft and pelvis.

“such a good girl, yes, fuck, you’re doing so well, so tight and good-“ he praised gently, voice rasping and hips stuttering a bit now. “this pussy’s fucking milkin’ me empty, baby”

enjin released into you, thick ropes of cum painting you from the inside. as he sloppily did a few last lazy thrusts, you yourself was still busy staring at that mirror. the sight of that ink, that was now leaking a few drops of glistening sweat.

slight fog was forming on the mirror, the look of your exhaustion melting into the blur now mixed with the dark ink.

+18

enjin, when he first heard the news about your pregnancy, was speechless for the first time in his life. younger, immature version of him would’ve probably ran away, leaving you to be a single mama. but not this enjin, not with you. in fact, he immediately asked, ‘you’re going to keep it, right?’, as if he was more concerned about the fact you’d want to abort it. the words of wishing to become a father just slipped out of his mouth.

enjin whose nickname for you had changed from doll to ma. to his friends he referred to you as baby mama. he was proud, yes.

enjin stopped, or at least, significantly reduced smoking when he heard you were pregnant with his kid. you didn’t mind him smoking in general, but you set three rules for him: not in the house. not near you. not within the hour before he comes home. and enjin, being the woman pleaser he was, obeyed those rules whole heartedly.

enjin fucked you gently ever since you started to show a small baby bump. he knew that his cock technically couldn’t do any harm or damage to the small life you were growing inside of you, especially during the first months. but whenever he bottomed you out - deep, tip beautifully curving against the entrance of your cervix - he slowed down a little. enjin was the guy who had always loved to fuck you hard, but he found himself enjoying the slower, more intimate pace as well. he felt like a true gentleman, making love to his pregnant wifey like that.

enjin brought you whatever random foods you asked for. you craved for the random specific meal you once had in canvas town? he drove there only to get it. you wanted a few sweets? he brought the whole stash (rudo got mad). he was more than happy to spoil you as best as he could, mainly because you looked so damn pretty with that happy, giddy grin you flashed him when you got your food.

enjin told everyone (with your permission, of course) that you were pregnant for him. that the life your swollen belly carried inside was half his doing. he was almost cocky about it, lazily rambling about the upcoming fatherhood to his squad after a few beers too much.

enjin was also worried. he was afraid that something would happen to you. that something or someone would hurt you just when he wasn’t looking. that was why he didn’t stay away from home that often anymore. sometimes he even became a bit overbearing with his protectiveness - but he tried his best to give you space. enjin just didn’t want to lose you.