Me looking at fanart of characters being friends who are also friends in canon: *practically in tears clenching my first over my chest* ouhgg they're so friends
Note: Short little drabble to try and write more! I needed to do something for Gris
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Strong hands kept you rooted in place, grasping your shoulders in desperation. You felt him trembling. Usually so steadfast and sturdy, but he trembled because of you. You couldn’t look away from his blue eyes boring into yours, alight with a swirl of emotions. Fear, anger, sorrow… Highlighted by the tears that threatened to ghost down his cheeks.
“Gris. I-”
“Don’t. Don’t do that again,” Gris rasped out, his fingers curling against your shoulders more. He was trying so hard for it not to hurt. To be gentle like he always was.
“You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he continued, his rough voice dropping low. “I… I can’t lose you. Please.”
Your heart broke at the way he sounded. So wrought with fright. Gris. Terrified because of you. For you. You swallowed hard, finally looking away from his gaze. One of his hands released your shoulder to find your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. Guilt wormed at your heart with the way he was now. You never knew how much risking yourself to save a civilian would’ve sent him into this. It was part of the job. You both knew that.
“Promise me. Promise me you’ll be more careful next time,” Gris whispered. You slowly rose a hand to brush it against his cheek, his head instinctively tilting to press closer to your palm.
Before you could say anything, Gris pulled you into him, engulfing your body with his own. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers tangling themselves into the hair at the base of your skull. He nuzzled the top of your head, breathing in deep and letting out a shaky exhale. You snuggled into his warmth, his scent, his strength. He really couldn’t lose you, like you couldn’t lose him.
You both stayed like that for a long while. Gris clinging to you like if he let go, you’d disappear from his grasp like a fading echo. His body slowly relaxed, his shaking ceasing and his breathing evening out. You’re finally able to pull back from him just enough to meet his eyes once more. His lips part to speak, but you silence him when you reach up to grasp at his choker and pull him down into a kiss. This was your promise. He freezes for a moment in shock, but quickly melts against you, a low rumble of satisfaction vibrating in his chest.
“I’ll be more careful, Gris. For you,” you murmur against his mouth and he whimpers softly, his arms tightening around you again. “I promise...”
Stop labeling them ‘x reader’ if its lwk an oc in disguise. Use the tags properly. Its not that hard. I’m tireeed of looking up x reader shit only to find ts
WHY AM I WHITE AND WHY DO I HAVE A SET BACKSTORY COMPLETE WITH OUTFIT DESCRIPTIONS
જ⁀➴ You were far too needy and Enjin made sure to give you exactly what you craved - Even if it was just in some alley.
ﾉ character: Enjin
ﾉ wc: 1066
ﾉ cw: fem!reader, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, implied creampie, praise, exhibitionism (you go at it in an alley),
ﾉ note: this was my attempt at writing porn without plot.... I miss my plot dearly lol | Requests are OPEN | TAGLIST
Your back was pressed against rusted sheet metal, trying to ignore the sharp feeling it caused against your ribcage every time you arched your back, only to push back against the material again. You couldn't bring yourself to care though, not with Enjin's fingers buried so deep inside of you and the way they curled so perfectly against your sweet spot.
Each time he moved his arm you could hear the rustling of his coat and you slowly lost yourself to in the sound of your own stifled moans and the squelching noises of your cunt. He looked at you with a certain hunger in his eyes, lips parted and his tongue tracing the seam as if he thought about biting you, just to see if he could get another sound out of you.
"Loud little thing, aren't you?" He muttered right next to your ear, far too pleased with the mess he made out of you. "Keep whining like that and you'll draw all kinds of attention."
You really did try to hold back the next moan that was forming in your chest, biting your lip hard enough to taste copper, but he could practically feel it. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, gripping them like a vice while your thighs trembled. His grin widened at how hard you tried to stay quiet for him.
Enjin pushed his fingers deeper, the pads of his fingers curling against your walls and spreading you open with little effort. Your juices were dripping down onto his palm now and he made no effort to hide the way he eyed you as if you walked right into his trap. Your cheeks burned up when his slick palm started to grind against your clit to take you to new highs, making your jaw slacken and almost spilling another moan. Without even noticing it, your back arched off the wall as you tried to grind down into his hand for just a little more friction.
Just as you were getting close, he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving you to clench around nothing, your walls fluttering as the air hit your cunt where his warm hand covered it seconds ago. There was barely time for you to whine in frustration before he pushed his dripping fingers to your lips, not wanting to hear any mewling from you.
"Open up," he cooed softly, coaxing you into complying. "You want to be good for me, don't you?"
You didn't even hesitate, parting your lips for him the second his slick fingers tapped your bottom lip. Enjin pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, making sure to coat your awaiting tongue with your own arousal so you can taste just how wet you were for him. A soft whimper ended up leaving you as you began to suck on his fingers, your tongue eagerly lapping up every drop of your own essence. His eyes darkened at how eager you were, a lazy grin plastered on his face.
"That's it," he mused and tilted his head as he watched you clean his fingers. "I knew you'd be good with your mouth." He teased, wishing that you'd be sucking him off instead, but he had a much better idea.
While you were distracted by cleaning your own slick off of his fingers, he moved impossibly closer until you were fully pressed against the sheet metal wall and could feel the hard outline of his cock against your body. You tried your best to move, brace yourself for what's to come but he already guided himself lower, his free hand lifting your leg while his other hand made sure your mouth stayed too busy to be loud as he angled his hips just right before pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock.
The first thrust was deep enough to knock the air from your lungs - he wasted no time on teasing you any further since he made sure to get you nice and ready for him with his fingers beforehand. The sudden stretch burned ever so slightly as your walls hugged him tightly, pulling him in until every single inch was buried inside of you. He groaned when his head dipped into the crook of your neck while your head tipped backwards, biting his fingers to keep yourself from moaning now.
"Fuck-" he whispered more to himself as he rolled his hips against yours, trying to bury himself even deeper. "You missed this, didn't you?"
You couldn't help but whimper around his fingers, jaw almost aching from how hard you tried to not bite him any harder than you already had. his knuckles pressed against your lips while your tongue lazily lapped at the digits, the taste of your own arousal long gone from them, yet still present on your tongue. He took his time, not wanting this to be over mere seconds after it started despite the risk of getting caught. Each slow drag of his cock made you twitch around him, feeling him slide against your walls and it was enough to make you lose your sanity. Each time you clenched around him or your jaw tensed up, he laughed breathlessly, kissing the side of your neck in such a lazy manner, you started to wonder if he wanted someone to catch you.
When he had enough, he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth and quickly replaced them with his tongue. The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues sloppily licking the other. You kissed him back with the same desperation as one hand grabbed a fist full of his coat while the other was braced on the wall behind you. His pace picked up quickly as his thrusts became harder, his hips almost aimlessly slamming against yours now and you could tell that he was close too.
Every thrust made it harder for you to stand without his support, knees buckling and thighs shaking from the stretch his thick length provided. The heat of his body paired with the filthy praise that slipped from his mouth between kisses became overwhelming far too quickly and you dug your nails into his shoulderblades, not caring if you'd leave marks even through his clothes. As his thrusts grew sloppy, you knew with a helpless certainty that you'd take everything he was willing to give, and still find yourself begging for even more.
you guys really liked gris huhhhhh AM SO GLADDDDDDD
THAT MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION BECAUSE GRIS 'BODY WORSHIP' RUBION WILL DEFINITELY APPRECIATE THE EVER LOVING FUCK OUT OF YOU.
he'd be the type to be hesitant at first, worrying about letting loose and maybe hurting you, but when he gets his grooves boy are you in for the ride of your life. literally.
head from this man is him murmuring 'im sorry i can't stop' and 'you taste so good' into the sop of your cunt, desperate while his fingers left bruises on your thighs. you'd wrap your legs around his head while begging for him to stop and he'd take it as an encouragement. and its not like he's purposely being mean; he just really can't help it. its the way you moaned, the way you thrashed in his grip, the way you cried for him to stop, please it's too much despite the way you grinded your pussy to the muscle of his tongue likeee. why you lyin'? why are you asking for a break when it's so obvious that you want more? Its okay though, gris would give you what you want but to shy to ask for. that's why he's here, to provide for his sweetheart, to listen to unsaid things that can't leave your mouth.
so he keeps working till the wetness on his mouth is more you than his saliva, shame leaving him as he goes pussy drunk in pleasing his sweetheart. he's finally found his nirvana and he can't be pulled away from it. he'd rather die.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in a world and economy full of male manipulators and toxic men, how do they stand out as real men who treat you with love and respect?
𝐟𝐭 ; enjin, zanka nijiku, zodyl typhon
𝐜𝐰 ; afab!reader, fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff, established relationship, zanka’s accent is soooooo👅 (sadly i couldn’t include it in this fic💔)
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; real man by beabadoobee
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; thank you to @cursed-carmine for the wonderful dividers! and yes back with the gachiakuta because it’s SO peak and also because i doomscroll through kei urana’s twitter and instagram account as a hobby these days.
@riuvy @megumismyhusband @kumasakka
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
after he falls for you, enjin seems to have a sixth sense of some sort for you. maybe it’s just his usual intuition, maybe it’s just some sort of scary thing, but somehow he always seems to know the current state you’re in and where you are at any given moment.
you could be in an entirely different city on a mission, and the moment you get even a single scratch on your arm, enjin’s head snaps back and everyone at hq is staring at him wondering what he’s doing. in his mind, he goes “she’s hurt” (mind you, you’re 200 miles away) and in just a few moments, he’s marching to semiu’s desk and demanding to know about the trash beast that you’re dealing with and what that city is known for.
you could be on a short trip just for fun in a different city, and the moment you get hit on, enjin is somehow right there behind you with a hand on your back. he didn’t even know you were there, he didn’t even know you came here, hell; he didn’t even know you were in this city. but he follows his gut and somehow finds you and suddenly he’s clinging to you for the rest of the day.
once, you were napping in your room at hq after a large breakfast. someone asked enjin where you were, and he just went “oh, she’s sleeping”. no one believed him because why would you be sleeping at 12 pm after having already woken up once? plus, you didn’t even tell enjin that you were sleeping. he just knew. afterwards, everyone was divided on whether to find him creepy or cool, because he wasn’t even stalking you or anything. he just knew somehow.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔
zanka carries you over every minor convenience. your shoes have a little bit of dirt on them? he’s scooping you up in his arms in no time. there’s a puddle in front of you? his arms are already hooked underneath your knees and carrying you over the puddle.
whether you’re in sneakers or gym shoes or sandals or heels or boots, zanka is always ready to carry you through every little thing. usually he loves to bridal carry you, but sometimes he just gives you a piggy back when you guys are just having fun. there are times he just runs down the street while giving you a piggyback ride, dumb smiles on both of your faces, and older people nearby just shake their heads and go “young love”.
whenever he catches you sleeping on the couch or in a chair, you’re in his arms, and he’s carrying you to his bed or your bed—whichever’s closest. he peppers your face with little kisses and suddenly when you wake up in the morning, he’s sleeping on the chair or on the floor while you’re in his bed, warm and comfortable. you always tell him that you don’t mind if you share the bed, but he always tells you that he won’t do so until you guys get married and you’re fully comfortable. (he’s also shy.)
once, you tried carrying him, and you ended up walking around the entire hq with a proud grin as you held zanka in your arms. semiu and riyo were entertained, rudo looked at you in awe, and dear santa gave you both an unimpressed look. you had also once asked zanka if you were too heavy or if he struggled with carrying you, and he gave you a cheeky grin and “you’re perfect no matter what, love.”
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍
zodyl is always thinking about you. whether he’s on a mission or at home or picking up something for you at a store (he always tells you that he can just steal it but you always refuse), you’re always clouding his mind.
he could be making his next big plan to trap the cleaners and writing it down on waxy paper meanwhile his entire mind is just filled with thoughts about what you might want for dinner tonight. at meetings, he’s talking about important things like new information or new ways to counter different abilities meanwhile his thoughts are just how cute you looked playing with the stray cat you saw on the street earlier.
there are times when he’s staring at the floor and his chin is on his fist. the raiders are imagining that he’s thinking about some extremely important things such as the sphere or the sphereite in the cleaners; meanwhile he’s actually just think about how you said that this one necklace was cute when you saw it at a store earlier and how he can secretly buy it for you.
sometimes he’s in the middle of a fight, and suddenly, an image of your smile flashes in his mind, and the sound of your laugh rings in his ears like wedding bells. and he almost—almost—loses his balance. his opponent is just staring at him confused, and he suddenly wants to finish this fight a lot quicker so that he can come home to you earlier and faster.
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