#gachiakuta x reader

[kingkatsuki]

This was based off an ask I received from Kitten, thank you for always giving me the best ideas💕

But imagine you get caught up in a sudden trash storm with Enjin, it's not enough debris to damage the car but it's dangerous enough you can't drive or walk. The two of you are just barely outside the city, stuck in a very confined van with tension that's been mounting since the two of you met. Before Enjin leans over and presses his lips to yours, again and again before he's pulling from the passenger seat to the bench seat in the back. Tongue sliding over yours with a groan as he pins you to the old thread bare upholstery with the hopes of fogging up the windows.

Pairings: Engine / Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, friends to lovers, car sex, minimal prep, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, praise, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1k.

“Maybe you should take a break,” You glance over the centre console to see Enjin’s eyes fluttering at the wheel, sat forward in his chair as he fights sleep.

The heavy rock playing through the worn car radio does nothing to ease his drowsiness, nor do the potholes almost as large as craters that scatter along the contaminated zone.

Reaching over you run your fingers through the buzzed hairs of his undercut, trying to coax his attention back to the path in front of you. Enjin jolts slightly on contact before heaving a soft sigh, his knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the steering wheel as he narrowly misses a large trash pile.

“M’fine,” Enjin mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself away from your touch, terrified that the soothing sensation will have him falling asleep at the wheel.

“I know you’re tired,” You push, “Just for a bit, yeah? A power nap.”

You wanted to get home just as badly as him, the unspoken feelings between you two made it difficult to breathe and this mission had been exhausting. Not to mention how dangerous it was to settle in a contaminated zone for too long, especially when it was just the pair of you. Humans could be just as dangerous as the monsters that reside in the area.

“We’re like sitting ducks out here,” Enjin continued, and he would know. For some reason the Giver enjoyed taking strolls in the contaminated zone, even though the air was unbreatheable, “It’s not much further, it’ll be fine.”

A washer dryer falls to the left of you, colliding into the ground with an almighty smash. Pieces of debris fly everywhere as you jolt in the van, holding your hand to your heart at the sudden movement as you curse under your breath.

“You good, sweetheart?” Enjin turns to you with a grin, and it does nothing but make your insides feel like jelly.

You should be used to it by now, the so called junk thrown discarded by the sky people like it’s nothing. Most of it salvageable, cookers with broken buttons that just needed a quick replacement, hairdryers with blown fuses.

Enjin had even gifted you a diamond ring he’d found one evening on one of his regular strolls. The silver band was pristine, and looked as though it had never been worn. A pretty glistening diamond set perfectly inside it, and not a single scratch on it despite the impact from the large drop. You wondered why anyone would ever throw something so perfect away, and then you saw it— A simple black speck that sat in the middle of the carbon. The smallest, most pathetic reason that it had been thrown into the pit in the first place. Because of course, why would anyone up in Heaven want anything less than perfect— But it was perfect to you. The pretty gem sat perfectly on your ring finger, despite the fact that Enjin hadn’t asked you to marry him. And the speck that was supposedly imperfect, reminded you of the friend who had gifted it to you.

You were just friends, after all. A subject of consistent teasing between the other Janitors.

“If you like someone, you should tell them.” Griss would look back from his position in the drivers seat to wink at you, just as Enjin is shouting at him to “Keep your eyes on the road, Bozo!”

“Yeah, it’s not good to keep those feelings bottled up inside.” Tamzy spoke coolly from the backseat.

“Would sure suck if the person you liked didn’t like you back, though.” Riyo chimed.

Exactly, Riyo. You thought to yourself, It would fucking suck.

And aside from a few flirty words from Griss, and one night where he’d seen red when a travelling merchant offered to buy you a drink in the local pub. Immediately appearing at your side to ward him off, the poor man leaving with a black eye and a bruised ego. “You don’t need to solve everything with violence.” Riyo mocked Enjin, who was pink in the cheeks. For the most part it almost felt like an unspoken rule that you were Enjin’s.

And it didn’t matter anyway, because you were content with this— whatever this was. And it wasn’t worth ruining the relationship you had with feelings, you were satisfied. And you could cope with satisfied if it meant keeping Enjin as a friend, certain not to ruin your relationship with the complication of romantic feelings.

Another loud crash had you snapping back to focus, a hail of trash began to pour down on the barren wasteland, things that by themselves would never have proved deadly. But with the acceleration of gravity, items were deadly as they left dents in the strongest of boulders.

“Fucks sake. We’ve gotta take cover,” Enjin’s tattooed hand shifted on the gearstick as he began to reverse the truck, narrowly missing a falling bathtub as it crashed against the ground.

“Shit,” You squealed, holding onto the dash as Enjin expertly manouvered through the trash storm.

“Hold on.” He veered left to avoid another shower of trash as it made the vehicle fall down a sand dune, skidding to the side as you began to panic. Watching more trash tumble down around you like rain.

“Enjin, look out—” You saw the falling car before he did, an old battered Sedan. How did they even manage to get that down here?

“I fuckin’ know, woman. I know—” He spat, yellow eyes catching it just after you as he swerved roughly. Glad you had your seatbelt on as your side banged into the car door, knocking your head against the glass as he took another harsh turn.

Finding refuge beneath an abandoned Eolian cave as the tires screeched to a stop, the roof of the truck dented but nothing Riyo wouldn’t be able to fix with a hammer when you both made it back to the compound.

“Baby, you okay?” Enjin unbuckled his belt to lean over the center console, cupping your face in both palms as he turns you to face him. Tilting your head to check for any injuries as you reached up to place a warm, sweaty palm around his wrist. Leaning into his touch as you finally allowed your heart to lull, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You shook your head, “Wasn’t your fault.”

“We shoulda never been out here this late, it is all my fault.” He shook his head as you both heard the loud crash of trash and debris continue to fall along the wasteland.

“It’s not your fault, Enjin.” You shook your head, squeezing his wrist softly to try and focus his attention back on you, “We’re okay.”

“I’d have never forgiven myself if you got hurt,” He continued, shaking his head. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him this worried, “I never wanna lose you.”

There’s a subtle change in his movement, and if you hadn’t have been so close to him you would’ve missed it. It was the way his eyes flit down to your lips for the faintest of seconds before meeting your gaze again. The movement has your heart rattling against its cages, dragging a metal cup along the bars to be unleashed from its prison as you took a chance. Tilting your head slightly in Enjin’s palms to brush your lips against his in a chaste kiss. They felt chapped against your softer ones, eager to feel them again as you chanced another peck, this time lingering as you stepped over that blurry line of ‘just friends’.

“We shouldn’t.” Enjin grumbles, obviously fighting the voices in his head as he tries to ignore the blood flowing through his veins. The only voice of reason, as always.

You’re in no mood to talk, hungry for another taste of him as you move your hands to his face, fingertips sliding behind the pink tips of his ears as warm palms graze his stubble. The gentle tips of your fingers stroke the base of his neck as Enjin feels all of his resolve start to crumble the moment you bring him in again.

“Enjin,” You whine against his lips as his warm breath fans your face. He smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne, the scent suffocating and intoxicating at the same time as your half-lidded eyes stare back at him.

“Don’t,” Enjin groaned against your mouth, and yet he made no attempt to pull back, “If you do that I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Who said I’ll want you to stop?” You replied simply, the taste of your chapstick now smeared against his lips as his tongue poked out to taste it. His nostrils flaring as he felt his entire body react to the implication of your words.

“Fuck it,” He grunts, tugging at your thigh as he pulls you over the center console. His grip firm on you as he positions you on his lap, perched on muscular thighs as you settle just before the semi-hard bulge beneath his pants. Slender fingers stroke along your back as he rests his forehead to yours, silently waiting for you to make your move. To push him away and tell him that you’re just friends; that you shouldn’t do this. But you don’t.

It’s carnal, the way you both paw at each other. Desperate to remove every barrier that stands between you both. Enjin’s long arms knock the top of the van as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, impatiently waiting for him to pull it high enough so you can reattach your lips to his. He’s like a drug you’ve become addicted to, desperate for another dose as your mouths clash together in a duel of tongues and teeth.

His fingers tug at the hem of your shirt roughly to remove it, swallowing the pathetic whine you make against his lips as you pull away for him to discard it. Leaning forward with more urgency as you kiss him again, tongue swiping against his top incisors as he palms your breasts through the simple black bra. The nights he’d spent awake fucking his fist to the thought of you would never compare to this, not in any lifetime.

Enjin pulls away from your bruised lips as you follow him forward, trying to reconnect them as he nudges your nose with his gently. Half-lidded eyes watch with amusement as he begins to pepper kisses along your jawline, following the curve down to the column of your throat as he begins to bite and suck at your pulse point. Another pitiful whine vibrates in your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck, caging his head between your forearms as you thread your fingers through his messy hair. Your clothed breasts practically in his face now as he ventures lower, pressing a kiss against your sternum as he nuzzles at your soft mounds gently, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

Gravity has your tits bouncing into position as he gently pulls the cups away, revealing your chest to his hungry gaze. It’s his turn to sound desperate now as he groans, low and guttural in his chest as he commits the sight to memory. Certain that if all else fails he’ll have this memory carved into his consciousness for the rest of his existence.

“God, you’re perfect.” He rasps, reaching out tentively to cup your warm tits as he thumbs your nipples, watching them pebble in the cool evening air as you throw your head back in pleasure, “What the fuck are you doin’ with a lowly janitor like me?”

You don’t get a second to answer before Enjin is leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirls around your areola as he pinches and toys with the other, growling against your skin as your nails drag against his scalp in response.

“Fuck, Enjin.” You moan, rolling your hips as you feel the tent in his pants beneath you. His hard cock desperate to be released as your cunt throbs at the thought, eager to feel him after all this time.

“Don’t say my name like that, baby.” He groans, resting his cheek against your breast as he blows cool air against your spit-soaked nipple, “You’ll have me creaming my pants.”

“Enjin,” You ignore his plea as you roll your hips against him again, giving your clit more friction as you focus on the sensation.

“Fuck, you brat.” He grunts, gripping your hips in his palms roughly to stop you repeating the motion again. Positive that if you were to roll your heat against him one more time he would come undone.

“Want you so bad, Enjin. Please.” You choke, reaching between your bodies to paw at his belt. Your fingers toy with the worn leather as he takes pity on you enough to help, slender fingers brush yours away as he unbuckles it, tugging them down with his underwear just enough to free his aching cock.

It’s better than you expected, and your belly swirls with anticipation at the sight of him. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length, the leaky cock head settles against his abdomen. Pre matts the messy blond hairs that follow a trail up to his bellybutton as the tip burns a fiery red. Swollen, angry and desperate for release as you wrap a palm around him. Making his hips buck wildly as you give a tentative stroke, catching the pre beading at the tip against your palm as you roll your wrist. Holding him straight as you look down between your bodies, watching where his length ends in comparison with your torso as you wonder if he’ll be so deep he’ll cum inside your guts.

Enjin becomes more restless now, impatient, as he bunches your skirt up around your hips. Groaning at the very evident wet patch that gleams against your panties as he presses a calloused finger against it, your eyes roll back into your skull as you feel him graze your clit.

“Oh, baby.” He hisses when your hand tightens around his girth, almost forgetting everything as you focus on the sensation of his fingers toying with you through the thin fabric, “Watch the nails.”

“S-ah, sorry,” You pant, loosening your grip as you follow the forking veins along him with the tips of your fingers.

“Gonna eat this sweet little pussy later, I promise.” He grunts, tugging your panties to the side as he watches your slick cling to the fabric, breaking off into silvery lines as he runs two fingers through your messy folds.

“Fuck, oh my god— Enjin,” Your hips rut pitifully at his touch. The sensation foreign but so satisfying as you seek it out again, whining as he circles the calloused pad of his index finger around your tight hole. Feeling the way it flutters around nothing as it tries to coax him in like a vindictive siren singing a final lullaby to a sailor.

Enjin breaches the gap and the sound that leaves your throat is downright debauched, causing his cock to jolt as he hooked his finger against your soft inner walls. It’s all too much, and simply not enough as you find yourself rolling your hips into his touch. Goading him to press his digit deeper as he feels just how wet and tight you are, certain that he’d never be able to replicate the feeling himself no matter how many Jinki he activated.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He murmurs, his thumb swipes your clit as he watches you try to ride his single finger.

“Enjin, don’t tease me,” You sigh breathlessly, wrapping your palm around his cock as it leaks fresh pre down the shaft. Drooling onto your fingers as you hold him upright, “I need you now.”

“I need to stretch you out, sweetheart.” He grunts, “I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“No, please Enjin,” You hover yourself over his length as you feel his leaky cock head graze your slit, “I want it to hurt.”

“Fuck,” His cock jumps at the lewd thought, wetting his lips with his tongue as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“I’ve got a rubber,” He continues, wondering whether the one sat neatly inside his wallet is even in date. He neglects you to turn towards the back of the van to seek out his coat, “But I don’t know if it’s in date—”

“Don’t need it,” You tighten your fist around his cock, causing his head to fall back against the headrest, eyes roll back as you brush the tip of his cock through your sloppy folds, “Just pull out, okay?”

And Enjin thinks that’s easier said than done when he finally feels the warmth of your wet cunt engulf him. You’ve barely taken his engorged tip and the heat is already scorching, searing into him as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Trying his hardest not to use his grip on your hips to impale you on his cock in one fell swoop.

You’re slowly sinking down onto him now and you can feel every delicious inch as you take more and more of him inside. Your unprepped walls throb and ache as they adjust to the stretch, feeling every ridge contour to him as you give a few shallow thrusts.

You already feel impossibly full with half, your chest so tight as though you can feel him in your throat. His calloused thumb presses soft figure of eights to your puffy clit to distract you, and honestly to distract him too as it takes every ounce of willpower not to force you down on his throbbing cock.

“Wanna feel every inch of you.” You whine, bending your head to look between your bodies as you take more of him. Feeling the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit as you know you’re almost fully seated, positioning your hands on broad shoulders for some semblance of reality as Enjin feels your walls shudder around him.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you into the shape of my cock, sweetheart?” His words have your clit throbbing and your cunt convulsing as he grins. Neglecting your clit to hold onto the swell of your ass as he starts a savage pace, pulling you down onto his cock each time he ruts his hips up. Heavy balls slap against your ass with each movement, and you’re screaming obscenities.

Enjin’s never been more thankful that there’s no one around as he does nothing to quell your pretty sounds, instead he actively encourages them as he goads you on. Landing a harsh smack to your ass as he feels you clench around him.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” He coos, “You get yours—”

You’re practically using his body for your own pleasure as you roll your hips, his pubes tickle your clit with every forward motion as you cry out for him. Your hand splayed against the fogged window as the other buries sharp nails into his bare shoulder. Leaving red crescent-shaped moons in their wake as you grind against him, feeling the pleasure continuing to build in your abdomen.

There’s something sordid about watching you ride him, the subtle bounce of your tits as you roll your hips. Your thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain a steady pace, exerting all of your energy to try and pleasure yourself. A fact that really gets him off. Enjin takes pity on you, not leaving you to do all the work as he uses his grip to him you fuck yourself on his cock.

“God, look at you—“ Enjin sneers, though there’s no malice in it, “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He knows neither of you will last long, the pent up emotion shared between the two of you was unparalleled. So heightened that it was only a matter of time that it would reach boiling point and flood over. The fleeting glances and gentle touches not enough to quench the desire inside you both, as it left you craving more.

But he’s not going to concede to you so easily, slipping a black painted nail between your bodies as he thumbs your clit, pressing the palm of his hand against your pelvis so he can feel himself inside you. Watching the way your lashes flutter as you throw your head back in pleasure, your hand sliding against the fogged glass as your climax surges through you. Enjin keeps his thumb consistent against your clit we you lean back, throbbing around his cock as you ride out your bliss. There’s nothing but white hot pleasure blanketing your vision and making your brain fuzzy as you try to remember to breathe.

“God, you look so pretty when you cum.” He almost sighs, giving your clit a final sloppy circle before pulling away to hold your hips. Fingertips dip into your plush skin as he cherishes the way you pulse around him, giving himself a moment as he almost loses it too early. Terrified of finishing too soon and never having the chance to do this again—

His strengthens his grip on your hips, tilting your body back as he fucks you with renewed vigour. Selfishly seeking out his own climax as your back is pressed against the wheel, the horn blares in the background as you accidentally nudge it but neither of you seem to care. Your breasts bounce from the ferocity of his movements, his skin sticking to the worn leather seat every time his hips cant back but he still doesn’t stop.

“I’m gonna pull out, sweetheart.” He groans, lifting your body to reluctantly slip his cock from your warmth. Enjin knows if he doesn’t do it now, he never will. Perfectly content with fisting himself all over your skin.

“No, please don’t pull out, Enjin,” You clench around him, trying to keep him lodged inside you as your thighs tighten on either side of him, “Wanna feel you.”

“We can’t— I shouldn’t,” He presses, but there’s no real argument there. Not when your warm cunt coaxed him back in so eagerly, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Just cum inside me.” You reply as though it’s the most simple answer in the world.

“Ah, shit.” He grunts, your saccharine tone the final straw as his hips spasm. Unable to control the pleasure burning in his pelvis as his balls seize. His grip on your hips almost painful, certain to leave bruises in their wake as he fucks into you with renewed vigour. Both of you focused on each other as Enjin gives a few more frantic pumps inside your warm, wet cunt before he meets his own end.

“Fuck— gonna cum, shit.” He grunts as he pumps rope after rope of spunk inside your trembling walls, painting them white. His hips jerkily fuck it into you with a few more sloppy thrusts as you feel the warmth of it engulf you, your chest heaves as you try to come down from your high.

You both settle in silence, the only sound is the falling debris just outside the cave as the storm continues to rage. And your steady breath breathing together in tandem as Enjin’s fingers stroke slow absentminded patterns against your exposed skin.

You make the most adorable whine as Enjin pulls you up off his softening cock, wincing at the wet feeling of his release now drooling onto his inner thighs and the floor of the van as he pulls your chest against his. Your arms weave around his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him as you bask in the afterglow.

“I didn’t think you wanted me like that,” You mumble against his collarbone, voice barely a whisper as you toy with one of his earrings.

“What?” Enjin tilts his head back slightly, turning to the side to try and meet your gaze as you shyly hide away, warm palms stroking your back, “How could I not want you like that?”

“I guess it’s just been so long,” You continue, “I just started to think maybe you just thought I was a friend.”

“I never really thought I had to say it,” Enjin shrugged, “You’ve always just kinda been mine in my head. Even if you weren’t officially mine.”

“So you’ve never wanted anyone else?” You were terrified of his answer, worried about all the women out there that were definitely prettier than you, smarter, funnier.

“Sweetheart, there would only ever be one girl I’d wanna give a diamond ring to.” He grins, pressing a wet sloppy kiss to your cheek.

[katsukikitten]

Being a brat doesn't always pay off and especially not when it earns the ire of your cruel boss.

Warnings: Masturbation, slapping (cunt and cheek), choking.

"Come. Sit." He commands gesturing to his bed and you hesitate for a moment.

Normally if he pulled you into his room suddenly, away from all the other raiders, it meant you were in trouble.

Big trouble.

Each and every time you took it too far, were too much of a brat, he'd grab you by your chin or jaw. Growl his displeasure into your ear before biting out a deadly, "Behave."

Same as he did moments before his hand was at your ribs, pressing you tightly to him as he left the room of his underlings without so much as a dismissal.

Bringing you calmly, steadily, back to his room.

His dark eyes flicker back up to you and when you don't move he runs a broad palm through his stormy toned hair.

"Undress."

"W-wait. I-" You stammer, making your way to the bed to sit now but his tone makes you freeze.

"Undress." Even more deadly than before, coming closer to crowd your space, tilting your chin up to look at him, "You didn't want to behave before so you will now. Undress."

Reluctantly you grab at the hem of your shirt, fisting the fabric and he moves just enough to give you space. You pull it up and over your head revealing a lacy bra before your fingers hook into the waist band of your shorts, pushing them down to your ankles before you step out to reveal a matching pair of underwear.

He says nothing, holds out his hand and you gently touch your fingers to his, twirling you so that he can see every inch of you before he lets go. Before he sits in the chair that faces the bed, not even bothering to remove his jinki.

"Go on." Slowly you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, full cups falling away from your supple tits, desperately holding the fabric to shield you as long as you can without him losing patience. Finally letting the straps fall down your arms to your wrists and before you can discard it to the floor his hand is out again.

Gently you press the lace into his rough hand while he holds eye contact with you. You think that is more uncomfortable, that he can hold your gaze with such a hungry look in his eyes without letting them fall to your bare chest. Claws hooking into your underwear and pushing them down slowly, pressing them into his expecting hand taking a step back.

He tells you what he wants with his deadly look, following his eyes to the bed before you sit on the edge of it.

"Lie down."

"Zo, please."

"Lie. Down."

You obey, scooting back so that you could lie down comfortably on top of his thread bare comforter. He gives you a moment to adjust, waits for you to do the next step that you know comes with this punishment and when you don't he leans forward. Large palms on your knees as he forces your legs apart roughly so he can see your pretty cunt. Leaning back when you keep your legs open for him before he rests his chin on his hand, bored gaze sliding into your sensitive skin.

"Touch yourself."

"Zo-"

"If you make me repeat myself one more time, Princess, this punishment is going to be so much worse."

Pouting furiously as you look at him, frustrated tears already coming to your eyes as your right hand travels down your body, fingers gliding through your glistening folds and already your arousal can be heard.

Sticky and wet, embarrassing that when he tolls out punishments to the other vandals his voice soaks your panties, how even now as he commands you your cunt drools for him like pavlov's dogs.

Spreading yourself open, following down your fluttering cunt back up to your sensitive bud a few times before you begin to tease yourself. Slow rough circles trying to imagine they were his fingers instead.

You hated pleasing yourself, it felt good and you always came so, so quickly and hard but it never felt like you were satisfied. Your fingers are not long enough, not thick enough, to stretch and explore your tight cunt. Pawing at your breast is not nearly rough enough, good enough to get you there but still you desperately try to imitate.

"Faster." Monotone as if unamused as his slow blinking eyes watch your fingers speed up, watch your cunt clench around nothing and hear that pretty voice cry out.

You're close, he can tell, he's watched you cum hundreds of times by now and he's become an expert at reading your tell tale signs.

The coil in your stomach tightens, threatens to snap, legs falling slack and opening wider as your hips buck into your hand.

"Stop." Your hand moves from your pulsing cunt with a cry, grabbing handfuls of your inner thigh as you whine. It's an uncomfortable ache deep within you as you pant.

"Continue. Same pace." Quickly and roughly, pathetically rubbing over your clit, loud moans and the sound of your pretty pussy echoing back to you. Thighs shaking as you arch your back, close you're so close. "Stop."

You just barely pull your hand away in time, still edging yourself but thankfully not ruining your orgasm. He doesn't even give you a moment to rest.

"Again." Slow blinking, head still resting on his hand, "Stop."

A garbled moan leaves your throat, ignoring his command as you plead with him.

"I can't. Zo, I-I-I can't." Hand having a mind of its own as you chase your high greedily, uncaring of the consequences until your small wrist is pulled away from your cunt roughly. Slamming your head back with a desperate whine while tears fall down your cheeks.

"You are a bad listener aren't you Princess." His voice is even but his eyes, god damn his dark eyes cut into you with a fury. He slaps your cunt harshly and you yelp.

"No, no Zo, I'm a good listener."

"Are you lying?" Another stinging slap to your pussy that makes your eyes roll, "Let's see how well you can actually listen."

He shoves two thick digits into your velvet heat, clenching around him pathetically and when he angles his fingers just right you dig your heels into the old mattress to keep from bucking into his palm wildly.

He leans over you, lips to your ear and his scent engulfs you. Well worn leather, warm sun, and a hint of musk that makes you squirm.

"Don't cum until I say so, nod if you understand Princess."

You nod quickly and almost miss the press of his lips to the skin behind your ear before he pulls away. Free hand grabbing at your throat roughly, starving your brain of oxygen before he sets a brutal pace with his soaked digits.

He doesn't smile or smirk, not even a tilt to his lips as he hovers over you fully clothed. Hardly seems fazed by your moans or the squelching of your pretty, tight cunt. How your arousal soaks his palm and stains his sheets, how he purposely misses that spongy spot inside you only to press firmly when does aim for it. Dead gaze as he watches you fist the sheets, clawing desperately to both be closer and further away from him at the same time. Making you take shallow, shaky breaths from how he controls your air flow, tears of embarrassment in your eyes that you're so desperate to cum, so desperate for him and he acts as if this was nothing.

"Why are you crying?" It's rhetorical and it's not as if he lets up on his grip on your throat so you can answer, "You seem to really like this."

He makes emphasis of it, shoving aiming to hit that spot within you over and over. Seeing stars as the coil starts to snap, your body starting to shake before your hands move from the sheets to cling to his forearm within reach.

"Please. Please please please please. Zodel, sir please I'll be good." Clawing at his arm desperately, drawing blood in your frenzy.

"Now you address me as sir? Now you want to behave?" He hums, tone making your cunt clench around him, making you moan and when you're about to cum he lets go of your throat.

A resounding clap is heard before you can register the sting on your cheek, looking up at him with big sad eyes, it does little to make your pleasure subside.

"Don't you dare cum." He growls, you nod that you understand, gently tapping your stinging cheek with his fingers in silent praise.

He keeps his deadly pace, bringing his thumb to brush over your sensitive clit cruelly. Slowly applying more and more pleasure while his free hand cradles your jaw. Watching you struggle to focus as your eyes flutter from how good he's making you feel, fucking his fingers into you with such delicious force he's making the bed shake.

"Do you want to cum Princess?" You nod roughly at his question.

"I do. I do."

"Are you going to keep being a brat?" You shake your head no furiously, his thumb increases pressure and speed on your clit while you choke out a cry. His hand smooths over your jaw and down your throat to cup it gently, squeezing tighter and tighter the closer you get, "Are you lying?"

You shake your head no again but he chuckles darkly in response, he knows the real answer to those questions.

"Look me in my eyes." Blinking furiously as you force yourself to focus on his sharp dark eyes, your cunt clenches around him. You feel hot, so so hot, stomach and thighs burning from how you tense them.

"Good girl. Now cum for me."

His praise is enough to send you over the edge, legs snapping shut around him as he fucks you through your high. Head falling back into the pillows and your muffled moan is further swallowed up when he finally reaches down to kiss you. Tongue sliding over yours while your cunt milks his thick fingers desperately. He slows his pace but still takes the time to overstimulate you just a bit without riling you up into another mind numbing orgasm.

He lies down beside you and before he can even remove his fingers you're hiding your face in his chest. He wipes your sticky arousal on his sheets before he pulls you closer, covers you with his oversized duster jacket and presses a feather light kiss to your forehead.

Fisting his shirt as you tremble, trying to bite back a choked sob. He runs his hand along your back and it only encourages more tears. Brought too high only to fall back to the Abyss crashing and burning. It didn't help that you thought he got nothing from this other than the sadistic pleasure of watching you, a feral temperamental thing, melt in his hands with little to no effort.

"Did you touch the Heavens?" His low comforting purr comes at your ear.

"I always touch the Heavens when I'm with you." It comes out soft and barely audible past your sharp intakes of breath.

"Sneaking past the Watchman the first time but not the second, hmm?" He coos softly, acknowledging that you were dropping hard and fast. He wasn't very good at emotions, sure as hell not comfort. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his own heart beat before he met you.

You're about to express exactly why you're upset, that you don't think he's really all that into you. How he can play with you or experiment on you like anyone else until he pulls you closer, until he hooks his leg on yours and you can feel his hardness of his thick cock pressing into the softness of your thigh.

"So you do like me?" You pull away just enough to look him in his eyes and he searches yours before he realizes what you mean. Playfully grinds himself on your softness before he's pulling you back to him. Lips at your ear as his voice turns darker.

"If I didn't like that you were an ornery, disobetiant brat, I would have fed you to the trash beast a long time ago, Princess."

Anyone else would have taken that as a deadly threat, as a reminder that Zodel should not be crossed and yet you don't. You take it for what it is because you seem to be the only one who understands him. Wrapping your arms around him, burring your face into his throat as you hum cutely, unknowingly make his chest squeeze tightly.

Because you don't take it as an idle threat, you take it for what it is.

A confession.

[itadickhead]

“Zankaaa.. are you hungry I cou—oh.”

Pausing at the doorway to the infirmary, you poked your head in to see if Zanka was awake. Knowing him, he probably would start moving around as soon as possible, and knowing him he probably would also put eating to the side for now. 

But instead of a Zanka sitting up in bed looking out of the window (he always liked a window view), there’s an Enjin sprawled out on the bed next to Zanka’s. The sheets were moved to the side, so maybe Zanka went to the bathroom? You huffed.

I must have missed him on his way out. 

Humming to yourself, you debated whether or not you should go through the trouble of walking through headquarters’ halls to go looking for him. 

…Nah.

Taking a step through the doorway, you made your way over to Zankas bed and plopped down on the edge. Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the center, sitting criss-crossed. Looking around for a few seconds, your eyes landed on the bag on the floor next to the bed. Curious, you plopped down on your stomach, lazily reaching down at the bag to take a peek.

Huh, so Zanka already had snacks. Well coming here was a total waste then if he already had food. Propping your head up on one of your palms with your elbow holding you up against the bed, your eyes landed on Enjin. You almost forgot he was here with how quiet he was being. 

Normally when one looks at Enjin, they’d think he snores louder than the devil but the only noises he lets out in his sleep is the occasional grunt. He had a bad case of drooling while sleeping though. 

A noise coming from him popped your bubble of thoughts, sending you back down to earth. He grunted, from the looks of it. You let your eyes roam his body from head to toe. He was drooling, and he even had his slippers still on. You clicked your tongue instinctively, he always had a bad habit of not taking his shoes off clean spaces. Humming low, you contemplated.

One sketch wouldn’t hurt, right?

Reaching down you pulled out a decent sized journal from one of the pockets on your cargo pants. Ah, cargo pants, a blessing really. You can’t see why so many people don’t like them. Along with the journal, you pulled out an old pen. Your jinki. It was an old thing, a little battered but you took care of it with love. Enjin once compared your abilities to the ones of the spellcaster from Canvas Town, the thought made you smile.

You haven’t visited Canvas Town in a while.

Opening the journal, you flipped to a fresh page. Settling in a comfortable position, albeit still on your stomach, you started drawing. It was quiet for a while, with only the scratching of the pen against paper filling in the silence along with the occasional noises from outside. It was nice, these moments of peace in between the chaos that came with being a Cleaner. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard creaking on the bed next to you. Glancing up, Enjin had moved from being asleep on his back to being awake and lying on his side with one hand under head, supporting it. And he was staring straight at you. It kinda spooked you for a second, holding eye contact with him for a couple of moments before you swallowed saliva down your throat and went back to occupying yourself with the drawing of the same person who was staring at you. It was almost finished, nice. 

“I thought you were still sleeping,” you muttered. 

“And I thought Zanka was still here.” 

Smart-ass. You could hear the smugness in his tone.

“He left.” 

Enjin, as if deep in thought, hummed. It was a deep noise that rumbled and rolled out from the back of his throat. You could hear faint rustling before you heard the familiar click of his lighter sparking to life, soon lighting a cigarette aflame after. The home-y smell of nicotine soon invaded your senses, causing your body to melt slightly. You smiled.

“Don’t smoke in here.”

“You don’t care.”

 Nope. 

The sounds of your pen against paper was now accompanied by the faint sounds of Enjin smoking, and the smell of cigarette smoke. The soft sounds of burning tobacco were left by itself a few moments later as you set your pen down on the bed. The drawing of Enjin sleeping was now complete, you always liked the feeling of finishing a piece, it put a smile on your face. Distracted by admiring your work, a wave of movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye. 

Looking up, Enjin was back to the position you found him in—on his back, a hand behind his head but this time with his hand dangling off the bed, cigarette caught between his fingers. 

You caught on, grunting softly as you stretched out your own arm, taking the cigarette from him and letting it rest between your lips. Taking a deep breath in, you sighed with contentment. The smoke billowed out of your mouth as you parted your lips slightly to exhale. Your face had settled into a smile, your eyes soon closing. 

Your moment of peace was interrupted when you felt a pillow land on your backside, close to your bottom. Grunting, you opened your eyes to see a cheeky looking Enjin staring at you, still on his back and with his arm out. This time it was stretched out with his hand open, and it soon made the movement that could only mean give it here. Blowing out air from your nose, you reach for your journal and lazily hand it over to Enjin. 

Moving, you mirrored Enjin’s previous position, lying on your side. You watched him flip through the pages, his eyes dragging across every sketch, doodle, and scribbled out note. You didn’t mind him looking through it, or anyone else from the Cleaners. Most of your drawings were of them anyway. You liked drawing them, from the most mundane moments of the day to jotting down how they looked while fighting the trash beasts from memory. 

Plucking the dying cigarette from your lips, you trapped it between your fingers, letting it continue to die as you watched him flip to the page where you drew him just a few moments later. 

“Y’think Rudo will let me draw him?” It was a genuine question. And it made Enjin chuckle.

“Probably, he’ll short circuit when you ask him—should’ve seen him when he first met Riyo.” 

“Cut the kid some slack, he’s probably never had a girl so close to him before.”

Enjin smiled, causing his dimples to come out from their hiding place. You wonder if anyone else has noticed he had dimples. 

a/n: whoops. anyway I haven’t written in awhile, take this hot garbage from my lump I call a brain.

[coszmoes]

bf texts from jabber | — ❀

warnings ;; none

incl ;; jabber wronger

note ;; i was there when he texted these, #canconfirm

jabs !! ( block this number )

you : i bet you're wild in person

him : yeah i got rabies n shit

you : tf

him : sorrh, i can be trusted i promise

you : gn drug dealer ᡣ𐭩

him : im not a drug dealer ? ᴖ̈

you : not yet, who knows what type of shit you could get into, i gotta stay prepared

him : for what?? IM NOT A DRUG DEALER ??

you : NOT YET

him : you are ruining my tough guy personality 😷

you : whose a good boyyy

him : meeee :3

him : lol, guess what

you : bitch with the way you live I have no fucking idea

him : wyd

you : i hate small talk

him : im in love with u

you : thats more like it.

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[nian-7]

hii!! Sorry if I’m bothering or smthn, but!- can I request some Engine x fem reader headcanons???

How was their first interaction like after they met for the first time in the Janitors Headquarters? What was Engine’s first impression of fem reader? How and why the interest began? AAAA I’m sorry but now I’m respectfully obsessed with Engine

I hope you can do it and thank you so much beforehand <3

hello! i don't mind at all, please enjoy.

Engine x fem!reader

✧first impressions

✧fluff, no pronouns used, i really need to catch up with reading this..

-Likely didn't take much note of you when you first joined. You were a new recruit and he, of course, greeted you when you came by to meet some of the other Janitors. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

-You'd occasionally see each other and he'd greet you, sometimes asking how it's going and how you're getting on being a Janitor now. He's pretty chill with you even when he's looked up to by many.

-Engine likely doesn't ask you to hang out or anything like that. It's up to you to approach him with the question and he'll likely agree to a hang out as long as there's nothing that needs to be done.

-It's hard to tell if Engine has any sort of interest in you at first. You can't read him too easily but there will be subtle things that show his interest.

-1. You'd start seeing him a lot more often around base. It's honestly weird when you see him more than 3 times in a day and it's his excuse to just see you. It's his way of being interested in you.

-2. He actually seems like he takes you seriously when you talk to him. There's actually eye contact and he listens to you. Sometimes he seems to not take others seriously when they talk to him and he laughs it off but he does listen to you and what you have to say.

-His interest likely started once you both hung out more. It'd be a very slow burn relationship to start. It's very easy to become his friend but, for him to develop interest is a different story. It takes much longer and once he's learned a lot more about you.

-Similar interests help move that process along faster. He enjoys it if you both have a similar interest to talk about to each other because it sparks up an easy conversation when neither of you have anything to say.

-I'll give a vague description of what Engine would look for in a partner as well.

-1. Someone who's passionate about whatever their hobby or interest might be. Bonus if he's also interested in that same hobby or interest.

-2. Someone who's dedicated. Doesn't matter what it is but, something about strong dedication makes something inside him feel fuzzy.

-3. He doesn't even so much as blink at body types. He would prefer a partner who is shorter because he'd like to tease or poke fun at them. He doesn't care what body type you have, as long as he likes you for who you are and your cute face then it works for him!

-4. Engine likes someone who'd be able to tease back or at least take the teasing he'd dish out to you. He'd enjoy being able to fluster you but, he'd also find it fun to go back and forth with the teasing.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[zodiacs-web]

Eden

╰₊✧ Tamzy Caines x GN! Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Resting with Tamzy

╰₊✧ What's on the web: fluff

╰₊✧ A/n: Sorry if it took a while. I'm starting to realize that I probably have fatigue, or just burn out.

The day felt heavy and dreary, a rare occurrence for the janitors. Your body felt tired, with eyelids threatening to collapse in on themselves. Who would've thought that fighting one beast would have you exhausted?

To you, it seemed like your body was falling under some force. It was as if this force had singled you out, targeting you and placing immense pressure on you. I mean, you were panicky about the beast coming after the supporting janitors, having to keep an eye out for both janitor and beast. This responsibility having taken a toll on you, leaving you distressed and overwhelmed.

Along with the fact that you were trying to document these particular beasts, your mind racing to recall their unique abilities. Maybe you just needed to rest. Adoring the idea of being in bed with Tamzy, laying on his body as his hands caress your sides. You were quietly lying on the car seat, observing the passing scenery.

You miss Tamzy.

You know it has only been a few hours without him, but there was something about him. He was a source of energy for you, despite his opposing attitude. As the car approaches the familiar building, your heart races with anticipation. You place your hand over your mouth, as if to contain your excitement.

Happiness bubbled in your stomach as you silently told the driver to hurry it up, he ignores your call, but understands how you feel. When the car stopped, you kicked the door open and leaped out, skipping towards the building and leaving everyone bewildered. They were astonished, yet confused by your sudden burst of energy like you weren't smacked around by the beast an hour ago.

Maybe you finally lost it.

Fortunately, that wasn't the case. I mean, you were a bit delirious, but heaven was behind those pearly gates. Unfortunately, you fell to the ground as soon as you reached the gates, your burst of energy fading away.

Semiu was at a loss, contemplating on whether she should leave you on the floor or go find Tamzy. She knew he'd be the best in handling you. Your relationship with him was tightly knitted, one where the other would break if the other disappears. So she rises from her seat and disappears into a hallway, searching for the amiable man.

As she entered the room, she noticed Tamzy lying on a couch with his eyes closed, humming softly. She walked over to the couch and leaned on it, stealing a glance at him before turning her gaze towards the blank and scratched-up wall.

“Tamzy,” she says blankly. “They're at the door.”

She can hear him moving off the couch, causing his clothes to rustle with each little shift he makes. He stands up and leaves the room, an image of you popping into his mind of you leaning against the door frame. He can see it, you acting all cool and collected, hiding signs of fatigue with ease. You've done it before. Your facade had him piqued with curiosity.

The image of you dwells in his mind as he makes his way to the entrance.

An immediate chuckle rose out of him as he saw you lying on the ground. Maybe he shouldn't daydream you acting cool, knowing how awkward you can be sometimes. But there was something about it that got him loving you more, the expectation dwindling before his very eyes.

That was it.

He noticed you holding an expectation of yourself. Maybe today was just like those before you became janitor. The day he met you, where you placed the world before you, blood on you yet not a care on your face despite it belonging to you.

His hands gently caressed your head, a soft pressure that arose to you from your exhaustion. You look up at him, his eyes softening upon looking into your eyes. You look away ashamed, feeling as if youve broken a promise, yet one was never made.

"C'mon, let's go," his voice is soft, comforting you like a blanket.

There it was, the moment you were waiting for all day. Laying with Tamzy as his hands wander and massage your body, fingers tracing over stretch marks and following the dips of skin. Your body still felt heavy, but with each gentle stroke of his fingers against you, it seemed as if sleep was taking over. Before you fell asleep, you felt a soft kiss against your forehead, your eyes closing as everything fell into place.

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

ZANKA

"Wow!"

"Spectacular!"

"They must be a genius."

Day in and day out, I get called a genius. There's nothing that special about me. I'm good at fighting and that's pretty much it. I don't think I have ever met an actual genius in my life. I want to see the pedestal people put me on, I want to know why they stop and stare. I have never really been good at handling praise. The next day came around. As I arrived back at HQ from another mission, I saw one of my coworkers sitting outside on a bench, reading a book.

Who was it again?

"Zanka, is it?" I asked him.

"Hm... yes, can I help you." He inquired.

"No-no, I don't need anything," I said waving my hands side to side. "I just saw you and wanted to say hi."

"Well, hello..." he replied. He didn't seem like he wanted to chat at all as he went back to reading.

Feeling awkward, I decided to leave. I was just about to walk away, but then I was blocked by a big red bow. Moving my head to the side, I saw two little kids holding what seemed to be a gift basket. Confused, I moved to the side thinking I was in their way, but they followed me as I turned.

"This is for you!" they said in unison.

"M-me?" I said, confused as to why I'd receive such a gift. They passed me the basket, smiling and giggling as I held it.

"We wanted to say thank you for saving our farm!"

"Your farm?" you asked, remembering your previous mission.

"Well, more like a garden. But we worked hard to grow stuff. Those trash beasts have been messing things up for so long." One of the children said.

"We made this gift for you to show our appreciation." The other added.

The kids went on about how cool you were fighting the trash beasts, even going as far as to recreate the moves you did. As blood started to rise to your face, you started feeling sheepish. You looked around for help and landed on the boy you talked to earlier, Zanka. He happened to be watching the conversation between you and the children. You tried to signal for help, but he ignored it by looking in the opposite direction. Sighing, you realized you had to wait for them to finish.

One of the children jumped up in excitement, "You were amazing out there, like, like... like you were some genius!"

A jagged smile formed on your face, feeling embarrassed by what you have been called. "Please don't call me that."

"Why not! You are." One of the children proclaimed.

"I'm, I'm really not." You said, scratching the back of your neck, feeling a sweat coming down.

"It's getting late, I think you kids should head home." You shooed away the children.

As the kids left, you rested your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "What is all this genius talk about..." You mumbled.

You looked back to the coworker you supposedly called for help still reading his book. You walked up to him, taking a seat next to him on the bench. You tried to make eye contact with him, but his eyes were still focused on the book.

"Thanks for the help back there." You sarcastically said.

No answer from him. Again, feeling awkward, you decided to leave but was stopped when you heard his voice.

"Did those kids call you a genius?" He asked.

"Huh, y-yeah, I guess they did." You replied, still feeling awkward from earlier silence.

The boy softly closed his book and placed it down in between us. He looked over to me with a neutral frown. Our eyes locked together; his eyes sent a slight chill down my spine. It seemed like he was analyzing me.

Before I could say anything, he spoke.

"You don't look like a genius."

"Huh..?" You felt muddled by his statement, not expecting that to come out at all.

"You seem completely average to me." He continued, resting his head on his hand. You wanted to say something but kept silent due to the shocked from his comment. Silence filled the area again, but the two of you were just staring at each other instead. You felt tied as you were trying to come up with something to say. The boy, Zanka, just kept staring at you as you fiddled with your thoughts.

"No need to feel awkward. I don't like geniuses, and it doesn't seem like you do too," He spoke, breaking the silence. "Knowing your average and being average ain't so bad." 

"I guess..." you replied. "You call yourself average?" 

"I used to think I was a genius. I was better than everyone else until someone came and disrupted that." 

He continued to speak to me, explaining in detail how he use to feel about such things, how he got his Jinki, and how he fell from his pedestal. The talk was long and entertaining to listen to. I finally found someone I could relate to, and possibly confide in. 

The two of you continued to talk for hours, not even noticing that the day had become night. After some time, the two of you finally noticed. You offered to continue the conversation as the both of you walked back to HQ. 

Weeks have passed since the two of you met, causing the both of you to get closer. Zanka seemed more and more open about besting geniuses as an average person. You have never felt concerned about geniuses, never even met one. The two of you had met up and continued to chat on the bench where you met.

"Have you met a genius? What were they like?" you asked him.

"I have, and I was completely outmatched. I sat at the top of my class for so long before they came. I got quite the reality check because of them." He said, chuckling as he remembered. 

You smiled as he quietly laughed. You stared at him, admiring his features. You liked and idolized his resolve to become better, and yet remain humble. 

'Geniuses have it easy, but who am I to say.' You thought. 

You placed your elbows on your thighs, resting your head on your hands, cupping your face. You thought momentarily about why you cared about knowing what a genius is for so long.

'It must be because I've been called it for so long. I don't have much of a reason other than that. It must be nice having other reasons for it.'

Getting lost it thought, you hadn't noticed the blond poking your cheek, eventually pinching it. 

"Ouch..!" You squealed, rubbing your cheek. You looked at him, seeing that his face was still, though forming a small smile. You puffed your cheeks, frowning your eyes. You flicked the hand he used to pinch you. He flinched, taking his hand and rubbing the area.

"What's gotten you lost in thought?" He asked.

"I don't know, guess. Maybe I was thinking of you." you joked.

A tint of red formed on the boy's face. He took his hands and covered his face, turning around. A look of surprise appeared on yours. You haven't seen him this flustered before, he always looked professional. You grabbed his shoulders and tried to turn him around, failing. Eventually, he ended up turning on his own, his expression back to his normal calm exterior.

"What could have you thinking of me." He asked calmly.

Wanting to see if you can shake his calm composure, you said, "You seem to want me to think about you. I never said I was, I said guess."

A faint, hardly noticeable blush crept on his face, "Don't be mistaken. I would have never thought that."

"Come on, we've practically been attached for weeks now, it not at all weird to think of each other," You said, shifting closer to him, placing one hand on his shoulder. You pulled him in, catching him in a hug. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were thinking of me." You patted his back as you laughed. 

"Wouldn't be surprised? By the thought, or how much?" He quietly said. 

Hearing this, a blush emerged on your face. Feeling embarrassed, you instinctively covered your face, now hiding yourself from him. Uncontrollable thoughts swarmed your mind, making it harder for you to regain composure. 

How much?

How Much?

How MUCH?!

You drowned away in your thoughts, oblivious to all that's happening. Zanka took a means and placed your head on his shoulder, making sure you were comfortable. He brushed your hair, tucking it behind your ear to clearly see your face. A distinct smile appeared on his face, not the giddy one he makes when Enjin compliments him. A smile that you missed, and may never see again. 

Who knows when he'll show it again?

[southside-otaku]

Welp, I caught up on Gachiakuta and all imma say is…I HAVE THEORIZED VERY FUCKING WELL AND I NEED ALL MY MOOTS TO READ RIGHT NOW (plz🙏🏼😘) because it is SO good and the characters are so cool (& sexy *cough Enjin cough*) and the WORLD BUILDING?! MY GOD!!! I love love it!!!

[kingkatsuki]

— addiction

Yep, so he got me. I’m already obsessed, cannot be saved.

You always claim Enjin’s addicted to nicotine, when he refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Warnings: 18+, friends with benefits, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread.

Pairing: Engine/Enjin x f!reader.

Word Count: 2k.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know.” You smirk at the irritated expression that appears on Enjin’s face as he cups his palm around his lighter, flicking his thumb over the spark.

It takes a few times for the battered zippo to start, the engraving on the worn silver not even to him. Another prize picked out of the junk thrown into the Abyss.

He ignores your teasing as the stick illuminates, pocketing his lighter as he inhales deeply. Catching it between his thumb and forefinger as he blows a thick plume of smoke into the evening air, watching the silvery wisps disappear into the atmosphere.

“You don’t say,” Enjin plants a booted foot against the wall behind him as he leans back, bringing the cigarette back to his lips to take another long drag.

It’s moments like this you cherish the most, one of the simple frivolities of the Abyss— the times you get the leader alone.

“Could kill you.” You move closer now, invading his personal space like you often do. Surrounding yourself in the scent of him, a mixture of smoke, sweat and the drugstore aftershave that would’ve been cheap in Heaven but is premium below.

“There’s a lot of other things that could kill me down here first,” He scoffs, blowing another cloud of smoke directly into your face, “Oi—”

You catch him off guard as you snatch the cigarette that’s dangling between his lips, smirking at the wide-eyed look of annoyance on his face as you drop the stick to the floor. Your heeled boots quick to stomp on it, extinguishing the flame as he practically lifts you off the ground to try and salvage it. Hands firm on your hips as he looks down at the broken, mangled tobacco.

“Do you know how much that cost?” He groans.

“You get paid well as a Janitor, I’m sure you can always buy—” You begin to tease, but before you manage to finish your sentence Enjin’s grip on your waist tightens as he shifts positions to press your back up against the cold brick wall.

He knows your games all too well, and knows how to beat you at them. Your taunting no match for his sheer display of strength as he turns the tables, caging you between him.

“You’re such a brat,” Enjin growls, his lanky body towers over you as he corners you like a hungry wolf. The poor little lamb can do nothing but stare up at its captor as your eyes meet his burning gaze, the fragments of smoke still seared into his lungs pepper your face as you fist the hem of his trench coat.

“But isn’t that why you like me?” You coo back, and it’s enough to have Enjin seeing red.

His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s almost bruising, teeth clash as your hands tug him closer. Trying impossibly to deepen the kiss as your tongue lashes against his incisors, swallowing the final bits of smoke that leave his lungs.

You always claim he’s addicted to the drug, when Enjin refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Deft fingers search a path they’ve followed a thousand times before, disappearing beneath his red vest as you scratch against the blond hairs that rest below his bellybutton. Feeling his chest concave as you raise goosebumps against his skin, teasing touches are no match for Enjin’s brute force as he copies you in this dangerous game of cat and mouse. Slender fingers push your shirt up over your chest to reveal your naked breasts to his hungry gaze, completely unbothered that anyone could see you like this. His fellow janitors, his team, barely a few meters away as they settle inside the rowdy dive bar. Other punters could step outside and look down the shrouded alley to see you in such a compromising position, if any of them were to desire that sudden burst of nicotine.

“Fuck, I missed these.” Enjin groans as he massages your breasts in his hands, rough thumbs flicking over your puffy nipples as he turns them into stiff peaks. Circling your darkened areola as he bends his body to latch on, tonguing the sensitive skin before pulling it between his teeth.

You’re desperate now, even more so than when you entered the alleyway in search of him. Following his footsteps as he stepped outside, the throb between your thighs guiding you on your way as you longed to feel him buried back inside you.

“Don’t tease me,” You beg, pathetically tugging at his belt, but the plea falls on deaf ears as he pulls back from your chest with a satisfied smack. The cool evening air dries his spit against your skin, causing you to shiver as Enjin’s hand disappears beneath your skirt to cup your wet heat.

“Fuck,” He groans, palming the sopping material of your panties as you shamelessly grind yourself down on him, “This all for me?”

He asks the question as though there would be anyone else that could make you feel like this, anyone else that would have you standing exposed in a dingy alleyway outside a rowdy dive bar.

“It’s you,” You hum, “Its always you.” And it’s the answer he covets as he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs in one swift motion.

He’s always so kind and considerate as he helps you step out of them, leaving the fabric dangling daintly around one ankle as he raises your thigh against his hip. Pressing his hard cock against you, and you can feel how desperate he is even through the layers of clothes. Just like Enjin can feel your heartbeat pounding through your clit as his rough trousers catch against it, leaving silvery lines of your slick against his crotch as he grinds against you.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” His voice rumbles, “Barely even touched you.”

“Please, Enjin.” You whine, the sound of his name uttered from your lips is almost enough to have him seeing stars. The desperate lilt to your voice paired with the saccharine look in your eyes is enough to have him tugging at his belt as he tugs his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.

The sight of him is always enough to make your mouth water, licking your bruised lips as you reach out a greedy hand his reflexes are fast enough to bat away.

“Behave,” He responds curtly, as if he isn’t the one that has you in this position.

It’s erotic the way he wraps a palm around himself, rolling his wrist over the bulging tip as he smears pre along the length. Canting his hips forward to drag his cock through your messy folds, disappearing between them as he coats himself in your slick. The moment he nudges your clit has you mewling pathetically, ashamed that someone— a man, no less, has reduced you to this.

But it’s not your fault, it can’t be when he’s built like this. Intimidating tattoos and piercings that mask the warmth hidden beneath them, the way he guards you with such love and care even when his grip against you is lusty.

“If you don’t fuck me now I’m going back inside.” You gamble, knowing all too well that he’d see right through it.

You’d have to rub your clit raw to even come close to feeling the same euphoria Enjin had you feeling with minimal effort. Many nights spent alone touching yourself to the thought of him couldn’t compare to the way his hands felt as they explored your body.

“Liar.” Enjin grinned, pushing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance just to watch the way your body keened. A silent gasp from parted lips as you tried to roll your hips to draw him inside, his grip tight against your waist as he held you steady, “Well go on then.”

Enjin knew you weren’t going anywhere, not when your body was crying out so perilously for him. It was always a playful game of who would break first, and he’d always swear blind it was you.

“Watch me— oh, shit.” Your eyes rolled as you felt the blunt tip of his cock breach your tight entrance, his forking veins catch against your spongy inner walls as he moulds your cunt into the shape of him. Creating a delicious friction as he gives you a fleeting moment to adjust to the size, especially with no prep as he presses a lingering peck to your parted lips.

“Yeah?” A smug grin appeared across his cheeks like the cat that got the cream, “Didn’t think so, pretty.”

Enjin set a rough pace, yellow eyes glancing towards the entrance to the alley to check for unwanted voyeurs as he fucked into your pliant body with vigour. Each harsh thrust had his hips snapping against yours, the smack of skin against skin a constant rhythm as you clung to his broad shoulders. Pulling him down into another sloppy kiss to try and mask the desperate moans that poured from your throat, sharp nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you.

“I’ll never get tired of this sloppy pussy,” He whispered against your lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth as you tugged. Drawing a debauched grunt from deep in his chest as your cunt pulses around his cock from his words, pressing your body against the wall with more power as he carried you both towards your bliss.

The messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit with each forward motion, enough to have you seeing stars as he wills your body to cum for him. Pulling back to stare down at you through half-lidded eyes as he snaps his hips, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust as you begin to tremble in his arms. Your leg turns to jelly as you try to keep yourself upright, his body the only thing stopping you from tumbling to the floor.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” He croons, “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You are. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he reaches between your bodies to press a calloused thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing messy circles against it as you succumb to the pleasure. Fat pearly tears cling to your lashes as you cry out for him, his name tumbles from your lips as your orgasm crashes over you in harsh waves coming into shore.

“That’s it— good girl,” He feels it before you do, the telltale sign of your climax as your walls begin to pulse around him in a greedy attempt to milk him of his release, “Good fucking girl.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you’re gushing around him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own release as you will him to cum. Nails drag through the messy hairs at the base of his undercut as you scratch at his scalp. His nose scrunches as he meets his own end, burying hot ropes of cum inside your wet cunt with a groan of your name.

It’s enough that for a few simple moments you can picture yourself somewhere— anywhere else with him. The perfect dream you’ve conjured in your mind as you get to lay together without dealing with the harsh realities that come with fraternising with a Janitor.

You both linger in the alley, Enjin’s face buried in the curve of your neck as he breathes in the scent of you. His tongue peeks out to taste the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin as you shudder beneath him, your cunt pulses around his spent cock in retaliation.

“Fuck,” He reluctantly pulls out as the mixture of your release follows, leaving silvery strings against his cock while it drools out of you and coats your inner thighs, curving his back to get a better look at the debauched sight, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Not if the cigarettes don’t get you first.” You grin.

[katsukikitten]

Zodel only has patience for you. Everyone else is a stepping stone to reach the Heavens and drag them down to Hell himself.

What others call junk you call treasure.

Fingers smoothing over threadbare blankets or jackets, mange looking faux fur on old stuffed animals. Smooth flat metal of scissors until rust begins to eat at the edges making them jagged.

Useless.

Garbage.

But it was all jinki to you.

Pieces of people's souls could be trapped in items, embedded into the very atoms that made the item smooth or rough to the touch. As if woven into the fabric itself and if you were a Giver, which you were, jinki was all that much more valuable.

So here you stand with your sewn together backpack, black velveteen fabric well worn, eyes replaced with loving x stitching and one of the cat ears long since gone. It's belly swollen and full of treasures clinking together, whispering their thanks to you as you shift through the garbage in the contaminated zone. Spiked gas mask snug against your face as it filters the rancid air while you fixate on the items in the pale moonlight.

No need for you to be too vigilant considering no one was ever out this far, at least no one with half a mind. Trash beasts, raiders or vandals would be the most company you'd get and even then that was few and far in between the major cities of the Abyss. You spent the majority of your time under the haze of the stinking trash listening out for the loudest jinki, the most angry, resentful, growling thing before your ears perked.

Body on instinct dropping to the ground before you hear the footsteps and then the voices.

But most of all the jinki.

“Boss…”

“Don't.” Sharper than any knife you've held, gaze sharper still as it turns onto the goon that follows. You can't see from this distance, everything mostly a blob and their voices barely carry out to you. But even if you could hear them all you can focus on is the loud humming coming from the poorly sewn together jacket on the man's broad shoulders.

I can help comes the soft whisper from the pile of trash, your fingers digging into the heap, dark power snaking from one piece to another as if being passed along before you finally land in a doll. Hair burnt off and ripped out, missing both arms, a leg but thankfully she still had one good eye.

The doll lies close to the two men, unblinking gaze fixated on them as you close your left to see better.

One is skinny, lanky and with long tightly woven dreads, fingers covered in claws that retract to rings as he falls into step behind the much larger man with dark midnight hair.

Dreads’ jinki are loud, hard to ignore, muttering endlessly between themselves in gravely rasps. Hissing, agitated sounds over one another as it morphs into a quickening slurred babble, almost as if paranoia drives their conversation.

The second is wrapped around the broader man, dark black and filled with so much power it hums. Loudly, to the point it begins to drown out the rushing blood in your ears, drown out every thought as the buzzing continues to grow. He adjusts the jacket and it preens before back to the constant almost nauseating drone.

You want that fuckin jinki.

“Boss I couldn't get the sky person but-” Dreads attempts again to get a word in edgewise before he's interrupted by another pointed tone.

“You failed did you not?” Cold dark eyes look over his shoulder as they continue to walk along the tall trash heap, much taller than them as the duster jacket held together by large staples and stitches steadily hums.

Dreads doesn't answer, crazed eyes dropping to the junk underfoot in shame.

“Twice.” Dreads flinches as if struck but the broad man doesn't move an inch. Nothing more than a turn of his head as a shadow slinks from the jacket, up his throat and cheek trying to snake over his eye before a portal opens up in front of the boss. Illuminating them both in a washed out ethereal glow before he steps through.

Dreads waits outside, gritting his teeth until bone grinds against bone, tick in his jaw that creaks before the voice in the swirling void calls out.

“Come.” And Dreads obeys like any good dog.

The portal disappears in a matter of seconds leaving you to count all the way up to sixty before you will the doll to move. Legs of inky black jutting out where plastic limbs once were, slinking towards where the portal appeared. Lurking around what looks to be a base now that you're really paying attention only to come up empty in your search for an entrance.

Tapping your fingers as you think. Whoever had the portal jinki couldn't always be available right? Plus the big scary boss man didn't seem the type to rely fully on one person especially since one of his goons already proved a failure so there had to be a hidden entrance somewhere.

The doll wanders aimlessly for hours by your command until you spy it, the smallest flutter of a breeze coming from the pile. Kicking your feet as you think of just how good that jacket will feel swallowing up your frame even more so than the stocky build it sat on.

Having the doll wait idle until you see yourself approaching through its dingy glassy eye. The plastic lid and long singed lashes flutter shut as you come to squat near the item. Let your fingers curve over her skull feeling the fuzz of worn down faux hair.

“Thank you.” A breathy whisper before you release the item, letting it rest against the wall where it would surely blend in with all the other discards from Heaven. Sharp claws slipping under the metal pulling harshly waiting for the hinges to whine from the strain of resisting the lock.

It's up high, well above your head before you're pulling your bag off of one of your shoulders. Digging around for the perfect tool, an old ornate letter opener. You use your gift to sharpen the bread to a deadly point, reaching on tiptoes before the blade connects with the lock. Yanking it towards your body and it slices through the metal with ease and the door yawns open. You return the jinki and your mask to your backpack before you wander around the base.

Following the sound of the hum and ignoring the loud slow beat that faintly reminds you of a heart beat. Ignoring the pacing, the clinking of tools, the hiss of pleasure, the electric charge as a comb brushes through hair because all you can hear is the all consuming hum.

Sneaking into a dark room, pitch black and giving your eyes a moment to adjust to the tiny flecks of moon light let in from the small holes in the walls. Holding your breath as you listen, pushing down the hum to hear the deep slow breathing of the man who owns the jinki. Once you've determined he's asleep you tiptoe into the room in a rush spying the dark item hanging on the back of a chair.

“Hello.” A breathy whisper to the jacket as your fingers brush over the fabric, the feeling vibrates in your very marrow and it makes you smile manically. It's heavy even if it is half stitched and stapled together, thick and yet you think you wouldn't overheat under the sun.

Lifting it gently from the chair slipping one arm through makes you a little light headed, the shadow sneaking up your throat in a curious purr. Crawling up your jaw as you go to put your other arm through and when the jacket is fully over your shoulders you sigh slowly. You can smell the previous wearer, a mixture of musky sweat and well worn leather warmed by the sun, it makes you feel good. Relaxed. So you nestle deeper and the shadow comes out further. Caressing over your lips as it starts to work its way up to cover your other eye, slowly, so slowly, the jacket begins to wear you.

Large rough hands slip under the shoulders of the jacket, smooth over the thin fabric of your t-shirt as the coat is pulled away from your body. The shadow retreats.

For now.

You turn to look over your shoulder, face half shrouded in shadow darker than night, the jacket still trying to cling to you. But your focus isn't on the purring from the fabric, it's on the tall broad man who stands behind you. His dark midnight hair is messy from sleep, more strands falling over his forehead than before, eyes dark and cold as they bite into you despite the gentle touch at your back.

He's shirtless himself, clothes mostly discarded at the foot of the bed, only the jacket was placed with care.

You reach around you, grabbing onto his thick forearms with sharp claws, nails hardened with a razor's edge. For whatever reason you hesitate, let it barely poke his skin and only small droplets bead to the surface.

“Careful.” His voice is deep and dark from disuse, having been in a deep enough sleep, it gives him even more of an edge. He leans closer, face impassive and frozen like any marble statue you'd seen in books discarded from the heavens. It is as if he's studying you, pulling the coat away from you gently, slowly and the shadow whines as it returns to the black fabric it came from, “What are you doing here?”

“Your jinki called me.” A half truth, mostly it just hummed from its own great power but the way it whispers to you now, to pull the fabric back up and have the high collar protect your throat gives more truth to your statement. Moving your hands from his skin to avoid a fight, fisting the opening of his jacket almost nervously.

Even after a long stretch of silence he doesn't reply, if he's dissatisfied or pleased with your answer you cannot tell, face still stone cold as his unblinking eyes stare down at you.

“I just love well worn things.” You unclasp your hands from around the opening of the jacket and let him peel it from your frame, “They have so much to tell me.”

The sound is soft and breathy like a confession in mass and it stills his movements. His hands stopping at the crook of your elbows now with the jacket half on and the shadow fully gone. You freeze, pulling in a shallow breath to hold.

You expect to be taunted, laughed at or struck, since that's what normally happened when you claim you could actually hear what the jinki said. Because even among the rejects you didn't belong. Too sharp, too quick, too loud, too cruel or too much. Always always too much until only the jinki liked your company.

Or maybe they just tolerated you since they couldn't move, it's not as if there was anyone else to hear them.

He cradles your jaw, tilting you up to face him instead of looking at the floor.

“There is no shame in that.” His tone and intense gaze soften minutely, missed in the dark as you stare back up at him.

“There isn't?”

“No.” He allows his hands to move on their own, allows his thumb to swipe over the apple of your cheek, “Is that not how jinki becomes jinki?”

Sliding over your throat, fingers slipping under your collar to notice you don't have a com necklace, that you acted alone, tracing your smooth skin. Engulfing and squeezing at the tender column before slowly grazing your cheek and palming the curve of your skull.

“How things and people become precious? Because they are loved?” Monotone as he delivers his lines and you're still too mesmerized to move, “Even if they are discarded by the Heavens and the sky people.”

“What's a sky person? I heard you two earlier. Is it that boy with the cleaners?” You blink up at him owlishly and he sighs deeply. Returns to his task of taking his jinki off of you, following down your exposed skin with his rough palms before gently placing it in your lap for now. You wrap your arms around it like a hug, bringing it to your chest as you watch him. He picks up a clean white button up, leaving a few open at the top before his muscular thighs slip into dark pants.

“No one saw you slip in, little stray?” He asks, holding out his hand towards you, reluctantly you place the heavy duster in his hands. He flips the dark fabric around as he slides his arms into it. Adjusting it just so and now the high collar of his jacket frames his jaw.

“No.” He helps you to your feet from the chair, “I heard them. They're noisy.”

“Hmm.” He hums, fingers slipping under the straps of your backpack earning a jolt from you when he tries to remove it, “Don't worry. You want to stay right?”

You take a step back and like a patient predator he doesn't move.

“Be close to my jinki? Since it loves to hum such sweet songs to you.” He stands as if there were a rod in his back, speaks with little to no emotion and if you were being honest he scares you a little.

Yet at the same time, when he lifts his arm in a silent invention, you step forward. Slipping your arm under his to press your face into his chest. His shirt smells like clean linen and his skin still smells like well worn leather in the sun with that bit of sweat that you hope clings to you.

The jinki purrs its approval before going silent when his arm wraps around you, pulls you closer in an uncharacteristic notion. A part of you thinks this is a farce, that he has other plans for you, that he knows affection, false promises you'll fall for, and patience are how he can trap the feral cat that is you.

“Would you like to be mine, stray?” He's tilting your chin to look into his eyes again, fingers tight on your jaw as he stares down at you with dark rich eyes. Even with your suspicion of ulterior motives your tongue moves all on its own.

“Yes.” Breaking free of his grip to hide your face in his chest again, his heart rate is slow, unhurriedly, and soft while yours roars. This attraction is odd and magnetic when you usually shoved people out of your life, yet here you stood stepping into his shadow most likely becoming just another one of his disposable goons.

“But only for a little while.”

[antennaed-shidou]

Appointment

✦ Enjin x f! reader

✦ Warning: not prof-read,

✦ Misc: Word Count: 2k+

✦ Going into a tattoo parlor can change more than appearance. 

A normal and quiet morning was always a nice way to start a busy day full of appointments. The bell of the door rang as someone walked in. {Y/n} looked upon hearing the door open. 

She started down the male who was walking toward her desk. His blond hair spiked up out of his face, and his yellow eyes were looking around at the scenery of the parlor. He was a pretty tall man with both arms covered in an abstract tattoo, a tattoo on the back of his neck that came forward, and a choker loosely around his neck.

She felt like she had seen him somewhere. But she wasn’t going to bring it up if he wasn’t going to. He was getting closer to the counter and his yellow eyes made contact with her [e/c] eyes that more admired the art on his body them himself. 

“If you are here for a walk-in appointment, then I can not help you sir.” {Y/n} spoke up when he reached the counter. The man slammed his hand on the counter, startling her with his sudden action. 

“Call me Enjin,” He says with a cheeky smile. 

“Just cause you give me your name doesn't change the fact that I don’t have time for walk-ins today.” She gave him the same cheeky smile though it was sarcastic. 

“Then can I watch you the whole day, {Y/n}?” Enjin pleaded with his hand interlocked, “I promise not to be a bother.”

She was shocked by his request. No one had even requested such a thing. Asking to watch her work? That was out of the blue. What an odd request. {Y/n} pondered on it for some time, looking at Enjin who was half begging with his hands interlocked together. She looked at the time seeing how long it was until her first client to arrive if they arrived on time. 

{Y/n} looked at Enjin dead in the eyes, “Fine.” He was a little excited when he got the yes. “But why do you want to watch me?” She asked holding her chin with the palm of her hand. 

He didn’t have a defined and laid-out answer. In fact, the words just came out of his mouth. He wasn’t going to lie to her though, “I’ll admit, I have no reason. I have nothing else better to do for the day. I might just spend time with someone I may or may not have fun with.” He admitted with a cheeky smile while rubbing the back of his head. 

The shop was quiet for a while both not knowing what to say. The shop owner was the first to say something, “What a funny response, Enjin.” She chuckled under her breath. 

{Y/n} looked at the clock across from her desk to see what time it was. She calculated the time her first client would show up from the day, “My first client will be here in about 20 minutes or so.” She got up from the desk walking in the back, “Follow me then, Enjin.” She motioned for him to follow her to the back. 

Enjin followed with a bright smile on his face. As he followed to her to the booth he noticed all the artwork and different equipment at each station. It looked like she worked alone as he walked along. He wondered why there was a lot of equipment out like someone was ready to tattoo. 

“Instead of watching me, Enjin. Why don’t you help and be my assistant for today and learn that way?” She more like demanded than asked. 

He looked at her until he came up with a good response, “Sure but only if you give me something in return.”

She chuckled at him, “You're funny. Let’s see how today goes and I’ll consider it.”

{Y/n} asked Enjin to grab the ink as she got everything else. The client arrived just in time. {Y/n} went to the counter with Enjin to show him the ropes around check-in so he could do it next time. Then she could clean up. The client was a regular so he was patient with the two of them. 

“See you finally got a new worker with you today, {Y/n},” He patted her shoulder as he sat on the bench for his tattoo. 

“You could say.”

The regular laughed before laying down on his face. He was getting a lotus on his lower back. As {Y/n} was prepping the area Enjin watched with a keen eye. It’s not like he didn’t know what she was doing, he had some tattoos of his own and would watch the artist. He was intrigued by her way of doing things. {Y/n} was focused on her task. From filling the capsules with ink to prepping the skin. 

{Y/n} put up her tablet with the reference photo as she was about to start working on the client. Enjin was still watching like a hawk. The client was already half asleep. The minute {Y/n} touched the needle to the client the room became quieter. The only sound was the buzzing of the needle gun. 

——————

As soon as {Y/n} was done with the tattoo the next guy walked in. She told Enjin to take care of this client while she cleaned up the current guy and station. It was like that for the rest of the day. {Y/n} would work on a client while Enjin watched and checked new ones in. 

When it was near the end of the day the parlor got quieter with fewer appointments. Enjin decided it would be a good time to ask his question from this morning. 

“Do you think I did a good job of being your assistant today, {Y/n}?” He asked leaning forward in the rolly chair. 

“You helped a lot today, Enjin. Thank you,” She looked up from cleaning to give him a soft smile.

“Then what about that tattoo?” He popped the question not being able to wait any longer to get a tattoo from her. 

She stopped what she was going to look at the male who now had a smirk rise onto his face. “Why do you want a tattoo from me so bad anyway?” she asked not understanding why someone would want a tattoo from her small parlor. Something in the back of her brain itched for a genuine answer, she wanted him to give a genuine answer from all the fakes she had heard in her days. 

Enjin paused thinking of a genuine answer she could put into words. “I like your style.” That was his simplest answer and she didn’t want to believe that was all.

{Y/n} looked his dead in the eyes seeing straight through, or hoping to see straight through the answer. “The real reason.”

“Can I ask you a question first, {Y/n}” She looked at him and taken back, nodded her head and let him ask way. 

“Why are you the only one working at this big parlor?” He asked the question he had on his head since he walked through the store with her. “I know you are the owner and everything, but having no other workers? That's a little odd.”

“Simple,” She tilted her head to the right resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “They all left me for better jobs and opportunities. I haven’t since.” She sighed a heavy sigh looking around her empty parlor, “Along with the fact not a lot of people want to work for me. You know as a female tattoo artist in a very strict small town.”

Enjin was a little confused as to who not even a single person would want to work with herm nonetheless he didn’t ask the same question again so he posed the second question. “Why don’t you have no tattoos yourself as a tattoo artist? Not to say you can’t have one, but someone said you just did one on yourself to cover another tattoo. Or so I’ve heard.”

{Y/n} was wearing a long-sleeved turtle neck so if she did have some tattoo, Enjin wouldn’t be able to see it. “If you don’t mind me I’m going to get changed out of this hot outfit into a better one.” She got up from her desk and went to the ladies room. 

Enjin watched her walk to the bathroom with a confused look on his face. As she was in the bathroom he was on his phone stalking her account to see if he could find anything about her having tattoos. 

Meanwhile in the bathroom. {Y/n} took off her turtle neck sleeve and long denim jeans. She changed into a black tank top and some shorts. She looked in the mirror to see if she was presentable enough, before walking back out. 

Enjin hears footsteps his way. He picks up from his phone to see {Y/n} in a tank top and shorts. He looked at her then looked at her again taken away by the view. He heard she had some tattoos, but not half her body was covered in art. Both her arms were tattooed and her legs were about covered. He couldn’t even imagine how many more she had in places he couldn’t see. 

“Did I answer your question, Enjin?” She asked sitting down back at the front desk. She crossed her right leg over her left. {Y/n} looked at him with sly eyes, “Now can you answer my question? For real this time.”

The blond-haired male got up from the chair he was in and walked over to her desk. He leaned over the counter to directly look at her. {Y/n} swiveled to face him while still holding the same look in her eyes and the same comfort position waiting for an answer. He sighed a heavy sigh having no choice but to now give a real and honest answer.

“I do like your style, {Y/n}. That wasn’t a lie.” Enjin paused, “But you are right, I do have another reason for wanting you to work on me.” She looked at him waiting for his answer that he kept dragging out. “The real reason has to do with you. I had seen some of your artwork on one of my friends. I thought  you– well I thought–” 

{Y/n} rolled her eyes cutting him off, “Really, that's the same thing everyone says. No one thinks I did it because I’m a useless little girl who will never amount to a man's talent.”

Enjin silenced her holding a hand in the air. “Look that's not it. I devoted a lot of my time to finding this place, to find you, trying to find who you are. From asking people who may know about you. The real reason I found you and came in today was because of your parents. 

She was stunned to speak, no words coming out of her mouth. Enjin took the time to speak again, “Then you know what today is I assume.”

“How could I forget,” She crossed her arms. “Then what does my parents back in town have to do with anything? They hate me.”

“They don’t hate you. They helped me find you today, I’m passing on a message. So please can you squeeze me in for an appointment with you.” He begged.

“I’ll think about it.” 

{Y/n} got out of her chair with Enjin following behind helping close up shop as she was putting stuff away. They both went to different areas of the shop and cleaned up. 

{Y/n} was waiting at the train station holding her bag in her hand. She put her turtle neck back on and her pants, along with a jacket so no one could see her tattoos. When she finally arrived home she locked the door right away and closed all her curtains. She changed into light sleepwear. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep being knocked out. 

Enjin on the other hand sat in his car for a while letting it warm up before heading home. He got home and changed into just shorts with no top on. He lay on his bed not being able to fall asleep. He wanted to get the tattoo from her. {Y/n} was on his head and her last words she said before closing the shop. 

—

Early in the morning {Y/n} was opening up shop. As she was finding the keys in her purse she looked up to see Enjin waiting on the sidewalk. She chuckled to herself when she saw him. She unlocked the door and looked back at the male. 

“Fine, Enjin. You can get your tattoo.”

She opens her parlor with Enjin following through. He was told to sit on a bench he preferred. {Y/n} gets out her tablet and looks at him. “What do you want today, Mr. Enjin?” He gave her a cheeky smile, he had plenty of ideas in mind. The two of them were going to be here for a while.

a/n: I've had this boiling this in a pot for ages.

[lilithrosexoxo]

Haze

You sigh in relief as you feel the warm water washes over your skin as you sink into the tub. 

“Fuck this is just what I needed” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the water melting all of the stress of the day away. You stretch to work out all the kinks in your muscles.

“Geez love you couldn’t even bother waiting for me?”  you hear a lazy voice from the bathroom entrance.

You open your eyes to see Enjin hovering in the doorway naked. Just seeing his tall slim frame has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Don’t be a stranger, come join me in the bath” you say moving in the tube to make room for him.

Enjin eases into the tub with a yelp “Jesus woman why is the water temperature on hell!?!? Are you trying to kill me by boiling me alive?”

“Pretty sure those cancer sticks of yours will get you first, or did you not think I would notice what’s in your hand?” you inquire with a quirk of your brow. 

He gives you a grin while he lights the cigarette between his slender fingers.

“Reallly Enjin while in the bath? And you’re sure you’re not addicted?” you ask.

“Not at all babe I can quit anytime” he says as the hazy smoke fills his lungs. “Come closer to me” he says as he pulls you close with one arm, your back against his chest.

“Enjin we have to make this quick I don’t want to get pruny like last time” you whine.

“Just let me enjoy this time with you love, you know how much I enjoy our alone time” he says as he exhales the smoke out his lungs making sure to blow the smoke away from your face.

You decide to make the most of this time. You  turn to gently start to massage his hair taking your time to softly rake your nails against his scalp paying special attention to his undercut and being careful around his scar. You know the scar doesn’t hurt him anymore but you take care to not irritate the delicate skin. You begin to detangle the blonde locks that have matted from the dirt and grime from the latest fight with the trash beasts. He sighs in appreciation from the tender loving care that you’re showing him. He relishes in this attention when he can finally just relax and be. 

He closes his eyes and you can’t help but admire him at times like this. When he’s not the leader of the Akuta and leading you all into battle against trash beasts or raiders. When he’s just Enjin. You treasure these small moments with him knowing each one is a blessing in the Abyss and that anytime this could be ripped away from you. You break away from him and get lost in those golden eyes as he stares off into space. Your eyes wander lower to see water trickling down his blackout tattoos, down his chest, right down to the blonde happy trail leading below the water.

“See something you like sweetheart?” Enjin teases with a cocky grin on his face.

You feel your face heat up from being caught shamelessly ogling him. You look at him shyly, “Always when I’m looking at you”

He smirks and puts out his cigarette on the side of the tub. He makes a come hither motion with his finger. You scoot closer to him and he leans in. Your lips meet and all you feel are fireworks. Everything just feels right. The kiss starts off soft with small pecks and your lips moving gently against each other until Enjin swipes his tongue on your bottom lip and when you open up things change. The kiss becomes desperate. Your tongues dance to a rhythm only known between the two of you and you can’t help but, moan at the taste of him. A taste of tobacco and a hint of sweetness from the desserts you both ate earlier. The taste just so Enjin. 

You move even closer to him to sit on his lap. You immediately feel how hard he is and grind down. A low groan escapes his throat and he grabs onto your hips. You feel your cunt start to ache and your hole clench around nothing at the alluring sound. The kiss breaks apart, a string of saliva connecting you two together. He begins to pepper kisses on the side of your neck, biting down on your pulse point being sure to leave a mark to make sure everyone at HQ knows who you belong to. At this point you can feel how wet you are and move your messy folds along his length.

“How about we move this to the bedroom love?” Enjin says while looking at you with half lidded eyes.

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You lay against the satin sheets while Enjin settles between your legs. The setting sun paints the room with a golden glow.

“I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all day” he sighs as he swipes a finger through your wet folds.

“Shit baby is all of this for me?” he says as he pulls a finger away that’s now glistening with your slick. 

“Always for you, only for you” you say in a daze. 

“Damn right it is” he states as he finally licks a stripe along your cunt and you release a loud moan of his name that you’re sure the whole compound can hear. 

“That’s right baby let them know who you belong to” he says as he swipes his tongue over your puffy clit. Taking his time to draw small circles while he prods your entrance with a finger.

“Enjin please don’t tease me” you whine as you grind your cunt against his face trying to push his finger inside.

Enjin decides to have mercy on you and slowly inserts his finger immediately curling it and hitting your sweet spot. He works his magic on your clit and it feels like sparks dancing across your skin. You thank God that not only did you find a man that loves to eat pussy but, one that’s good at it too. He begins to swirl his tongue around your clit as he inserts another finger. You can feel your peak coming and it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming on his tongue and clenching down on his fingers.

“God you’re so beautiful when you cum” he says looking up at you with a lustful smile.

“Let me return the favor Enjin” you drunkenly say.

You two switch positions and Enjin lays against the sheets. You begin by placing small kisses along his inner thighs working your way up to the head of his cock, licking the bead of pre gathered at the dusty rose tip making Enjin release a husky groan. You slowly lick from base to tip, paying attention to swirl your tongue around the head. 

“Baby please” he begs. You slowly lower your warm mouth down his length, taking the time to suck in your cheeks as you begin to bob your head up and down. 

“Fuck your mouth is perfect” Enjin whimpers.  

He may not have the most girth but what he lacks in girth he makes up for in length. You take your time, swallowing more each time you suck until your nose is pressed up against his blonde pubes. You gag around his length and tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes. You look up and you know it’s worth it with the view you have. His messy blonde locs are scattered all over his head. He has his head thrown back, his mouth a perfect O as lewd moans escapes his lips. A flush paints his cheeks and a sheen of sweat glistens along his skin that makes it look like he’s glowing.

He feels like he’s in heaven with your warm wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He makes eye contact with you and the eye contact heightens the pleasure even more. He feels a tingle in his balls and he knows he’s close.

“Shit not yet love” he whispers as he eases your mouth off of him.

He gently lays you back on the bed and hovers over you as he lines his tip with your entrance. He slowly eases in and the stretch feels euphoric.

“Enjin” you whine as you suddenly feel full.

“Don’t worry I got you, just hang on to me” he says through clenched teeth trying his best to allow you to get used to his size. You wrap your arms around his neck and he starts to pick up his pace, plap plap plap sounds start to fill the room.

“Fuck so tight, and wet, and divine” he groans as he peppers soft petal like kisses all over your face. He takes the time to pinch and twist your nipples sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. You feel your peak coming again and when it hits it hits hard. Your legs begin to tremble and shake as waves of pleasure wash over you. You wrap your legs around the small of his back to try to ground yourself.

“Enjin I can’t-“ you slur as he pounds into you, thrusts unrelenting as he chases his release. Ramming into that spongy spot over and over again driving you over the edge yet again. Tears cling to your lashes as he pushes you to the point of over stimulation and all of a sudden you feel overwhelming pleasure and a rush of liquid escape you and splash right onto Enjin’s pelvis.

“Fuck baby just hold on a little longer, shit- I’m almost there” he says as his thrusts become sloppy. He feels his balls tighten and ruts into you one more time, reaching his peak, warm spurts of cum painting your walls white.

You cling onto him, the only anchor keeping you grounded to reality in your haze of pleasure. He places his forehead against yours and you both stare into each others eyes, a look of love being shared between you two that words can never convey. He smiles and looks down to where you two are joined.

“We really made a mess” he says as he slides out of you with a hiss. He takes the time to kiss your temple and massage your inner thighs to soothe the tension away, “You relax here love, I’ll go run us another bath”.

You watch him walk to the bathroom and although your limbs feel like jelly you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

[coszmoes]

— cleaners ::

enjin

zanka

rudo

gris

august

— raiders ::

zodly

jabber

tamsy

[nian-7]

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! I saw that you write for Gachiakuta and got super excited! Zanka's my favorite so could I request him with a fem reader that absolutely despises conformity and initially dislikes/has a rivalry with him because of it :]?

hii! yes ofc! i love zanka too, enjoy!

Zanka Nijik x fem!reader

✧rivalry

✧fluff

-It pisses him off to no end that you seem to mess up his organization and perfecting he does. Why can't you just be a normal person and stick to the organized route?

-He looses his cool very easily around you even when he tries not to. Zanka's emotions just seem to explode outwards whenever you're around and you seem to 'mess up' his composure and conformity.

-He's not a genius but he does figure out a more 'go with the flow' plan makes you listen better which... he tends to use to his advantage then. At least you both don't have to argue about it then!

-Zanka can't help but have that little bit of fondness in his heart for you because you do work hard for what you have even if that journey wasn't necessarily an organized and straight shot to where you are now.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[zodiacs-web]

Can I request a Zanka x strong gn reader? from Gachiakuta

The person before me

╰₊✧ Zanka Nijik x Gn!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: a band-aid and a flower

╰₊✧ What's in the web: fluff, blood, edited

He always had a surface level admiration for you. At first, he liked how "strong" you were and watched closely to learn how you wielded your jinki when you trained by yourself. Never really seeing your actual strength at work. He didn't have strong feelings for you until you were assigned a job together.

Although he never really had a chance to interact with you before, there's a chance that he might get to know you better than just hearsay on this job. You and the supporters arrived early and waited for him. Although he couldn't talk to you on the way, he planned on doing after he fought the beast.

He couldn't help but be completely captivated by the way you fought. It was as if you were dancing with the beast, each move calculated and precise. One thing was clear to him, the creature was nothing more than just a simple aberrant beast, yet you gracefully demolished it.

When he begins speaking to you, he asks multiple questions all at once, causing his speech to sound confusing. You tried to get his attention and let him know something by slowing him down, but it took him a while to notice the trickle of blood falling down his cheek. It was only after you caressed his face that he snapped back to reality.

He watched in awe, mouth agape, as he relished in your touch. Watching as you clean him and place a band-aid below his eye.

"Please watch out for the flying trash, Zanka."

At night, he lay there with his mind obsessively replaying the way you had said his name. His hand gliding over the band-aid and smiling. He couldn't get over it, truly, and he'd take the time out of his day just to speak with you if he could.

Sadly, he has been given a new job, meaning that he won't have any time to spend with you. As Zanka stumbled out of the building, it was clear that he was down. Everyone around noticed his bleak demeanor. Fortunately, Enjin reached out to offer some much-needed support for Zanka with no suspicious behavior from him whatsoever.

As you approached, his mouth was agape, as if he was waiting for something to happen. You held out a delicate flower in your hand, Zanka knowing how rare they were, he sucked in his gasp of disbelief. He looked at you with anticipation in his eyes, searching for any words you might've had. Yet all you had to offer was this flower, this small yet meaningful gift you hoped would convey what words could not.

You were gone in an instant, and he is left alone with a flower to adore.

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

RUDO

Nothing but darkness. As I looked down at the Abyss, I couldn't help but wonder.

"Is this all there is?"

Many people have been thrown down there due to the crimes they have committed. I left my position and walked along the edge of the sphere, kicking rocks down.

"Where do they go?"

As I got bored of looking, I went back to the slums. There was chatter in the area of a 'trash vandal', someone who takes the trash out of the waste collection site and places it all over the town.

I caressed my chin, "who could it be?" as I mumbled the words, a boy ran passed me. He looked like a mess, but you know that mess.

"Rudo!" You called out, hoping to get there attention, but they just kept running. "Where's he going? And what was he carrying?"

Wanting to say hi, you followed in the direction the boy went.

You found him seated in front of a house. You heard chatter from elsewhere, hearing annoyance in their voices as they complained of the boy's earlier activities. Wanting to cheer him up, you tried walking up to him, but someone else beat you to it.

It was Chiwa. You decided to lay back and see how things turned out.

As time passed, he tried to pass something to her. It had long ears... a rabbit perhaps. Yet, he failed as she was called away by her mother.

You analyzed the the object more, it was a stuffed animal, a stuffed rabbit.

"That's cute." You spoke out.

Rudo looked over to you with a blank expression on his face.

"Ha, you look just like the toy right now."

Rudo remained silent.

"So..., um..."

Rudo shot upward, balancing himself on his two feet. "I couldn't give it to her." He said, sounding sad.

"It not your fault, she had to go, try again." You encouraged. "Give this to her, build a scene where everything is dramatized, lean in and ki-!"

"SHUD-UP! YOU SOUND LIKE REGTO!" He yelled.

"I'm only trying to help. C'mon, you know you want too~." You teased, poking your cheeks.

Rudo scoffed, folding his arms with his head and body facing the other way. He held the toy in his hand. You took a closer look. The rabbit looks like it was freshly bought in a store.

"Wow, it looks amazing. You made it look brand new." You complimented.

Rudo tilted his head to you, who was looking at the toy. "Do you think she'll like it, (name)?"

"Of course she would. I can't help but gush over its cuteness. I wish I had one." You answered. You looked up to Rudo who had a huge, disturbing grin o  his face.

"Ah..."

"..."

"You need to work on that smile of yours, big time."

●●●

A day had passed since you saw Rudo. You wondered if he ended up giving the toy to Chiwa.

Skipping along the slums, you noticed a huge crowd forming at the cliff where they drop criminals. You stopped Skipping and ran to the area. On the way you saw Chiwa who was rushing there too, holding the stuffed toy.

Moments later, you made it to the drop site. Shock tore through your face as you saw who it was.

It was Rudo.

Gossip arrosed in the crowd, speaking of how they knew it, it was only a matter of time, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

What had he done?

"Rudo..." Your voice quivered.

The crime was an announced. He committed murder.

Who-?! Not Rudo. He would never.

You saw Rudo look around in the crowd. He stopped at you for a second and moved onto someone else, that person was Chiwa.

He called put to her. Asking her for help to find who had murdered Regto. He was left with disappointment when she ignored his claims, speaking of how he's the so of a murderer.

You looked over to the stuffed toy, which had been dropped to the ground.

Rudo looked defeated. As people chanted for his fall, his face darkened. He gave a faint laugh before hardening his face.

"You're the filthy ones."

They dropped him, Rudo yelled, screaming he'll kill everyone.

You rested you hand on your neck, gently squeezing it.

"Even me..?" You whispered.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, the toy made its appearance. You ran to it, picking it up and dusting it off. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Rudo would never.." You cried.

You looked at the Abyss, wondering about what you felt earlier.

"Is this all there is?"

You clutched the toy in your hand. Looking at its button eyes.

"Rudo fixed you.., he cherished you... I won't let you go to waste." You declared walking back to your home.

"I'll miss your smile.."