Asocial, Asexual & Anxious

Dee? DEEZ NUTS!!

[deepressed]

Hi, my name is Dee. I'm AN ADULT. I am fine with any pronouns. I'm a romantic asexual. I'm a huge simp for different anime characters. I love to read and SOMETIMES write about the characters I'm hyper fixating on. I repost both sfw and nsfw posts. So MDNI please.

Also if anyone ever want to talk to me please don't be hesitant. I've been here since 2019 but i barely got any frens here. I cri. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

ANYWAYS!! That's all. Thank you for your time!!

Peace ✌️

[purrtoru]

satoru likes when you need his help (⸝⸝> ⌓ <⸝⸝)

satoru likes when you depend on him. not in the controlling kind of way, he just likes being needed in all the tiny spaces of your day.

so he twists bottle caps just a little too tight before handing them to you with an innocent smile.

“satoru,” you complain, standing in the kitchen trying to open the bottle, “you sealed this thing shut!”

“hm?” he glances over from where he’s leaning against the counter. “did i?”

“you did!”

“wow, sounds serious. better let me handle it.”

he takes the bottle from your hands, making a dramatic show of opening it effortlessly, and his grin is unbearably smug when he gives it back.

“there you go, sweetheart.”

it’s the same with things placed on high shelves. you’re almost certain he moves them when you aren’t looking.

your favorite mug somehow ends up just out of reach, the snacks you bought disappear onto the top shelf— even your hoodie once ended up in the highest wardrobe compartment he knows you can’t comfortably reach.

and he absolutely refuses to let you lead when going out.

every time you go somewhere together, he’s the one leading. hand wrapped around yours while you trail beside him through crowded streets.

“you know where we’re going, right?” you ask, barely paying attention to where you’re headed.

“obviously.”

“then why won’t you just tell me?”

he shrugs. “because then you won’t need me next time.”

“toru...”

“baby.”

“one day i’m gonna get lost on purpose.”

“that’s fine,” he hums. “i’ll always come find you anyway.”

he also laughs when you roll your eyes, walking over before effortlessly plucking another item down from a shelf. except instead of handing it over immediately, he lifts it just out of reach.

“what do i get for my excellent service?”

“nothing, because you’re literally the one doing this!”

he kisses your forehead before giving it back.

because the truth is, satoru adores taking care of you. carrying your bags before you can complain that they’re heavy. zipping up your jacket when your fingers are cold. plugging your phone in after you fall asleep.

and maybe he just likes hearing you call his name, likes the way your voice softens when you ask, “can you help me?”

so yes, maybe he tightens jars too much on purpose, maybe he keeps your favorite things just barely out of reach, but only because he loves the little pout you give him before letting him swoop in and save the day.

[deepressed]

Yeah my eldest child ego will never depend on him. He'd scew the bottle shut? I'll cut through the plastic. Need the mug from top shelf? Call ke a rock climber? We'll clash SO BAD. XD

Anyways this fic is so delicious. Makes me imagine stuff vividly. 😋

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[whimsywisteria]

Yearner Enjin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

This is actually my first time writing any sort of fanfic, let alone uploading one, so I hope you like it! Idk if it's ooc but who cares I just need me a yearner man that would get on his knees for me 😫

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“I just want to have something serious with you..”

It was a late night confession to your most insufferable co-worker in the world. Enjin. He had told you he felt the same but here we are not even 3 days after.

The club was buzzing with life - shots being downed one after another, the scent of far too much perfume and cologne covering up the ever-present stench of B.O and Enjin smirking far too wide with a chick clinging onto him like a damn lifeline. “..Fucking manwhore” you click your tongue on the roof of your mouth as your eyes bore into his being from across the club toward the bar. You could have gone up, slapped the ever-living shit out of him before chucking whatever remaining watered down cocktail you still had in your hands all over him. But it’s Enjin, he’s still a man and of course he won’t fucking learn. Why waste your energy on the man when he’s worth less than whatever shitty drink you still have left in your hand. So instead you gulp the rest of your drink down, the burn no longer satisfying, and head straight to the exit.

He notices a second too late. There’s a blur of girls around him that he’s trying his damn best to ward off but when he finally looks up all he sees is your back turned and your figure slipping past the doors of the club. He doesn’t need confirmation on why, he knows exactly what you thought. Fuck.

It’s been a week since then and you have avoided Enjin like he’s the actual plague. Semiu, of course, already knew the details of that night so naturally she’s been splitting you two up for missions every chance she can get to mess with the sore loser. You’ve barely been at HQ, when you’re not on a mission you’re always busy, shopping, cleaning, fuck literally anything to not be confined in those concrete walls with him. You’d hoped it’d be easy to just… move on. Pretend like the endless flirting and the warm embrace of his hand always on you, even behind closed doors, meant nothing. I mean clearly it hadn’t meant anything to him. But… He’s like a parasite that has infested your entire being. On missions part of you still waits for his snide remarks on how he took down more trash beasts than you, part of you still waits for his hand to slide round your shoulders, your waist like he belonged there. You wanted him to belong there. When you finally come back from shopping you almost instinctively go up to him and show him your new trinkets, waiting for him to, without fail, make some, any kind of remark on them. In fact, now that you think about it, you don’t think you’ve spoken to anyone this past week aside from on missions or during meetings. Not even your number 1 homegirl Semiu. God what has this man done to you.

Tonight, you think, you’ll finally get back into your regular swing of life. HQ is packed to the brim, Riyo decided she wanted to celebrate… who knows what this time but you feel an odd sense of deja vu with the familiar onslaught of drinks, people and way too much cheap fried food. You're in the kitchen fixing yourself a drink when you feel it. A looming presence mere inches away, towering over you. “Ma, please…” You swore he was swarmed by the kids seconds ago meaning you were in the clear for a bit, but here we are. “Not now Enjin..” Your voice comes out far less powerful than you intended, you sound small, somewhat defeated but you know he hears. A deep sigh escapes your lungs as you push past him and head towards the door, so much for the regular swing of life, you think. Another early night it is- your thoughts get interrupted. The feeling of his hand is ingrained in your memory more than you think your own ever will be, it’s tugging just at the end of your fingers but.. for a man as tall as Enjin, why the hell is your arm being tugged down. 

Before you can gather what remains of your coherent thoughts, the party is oddly silent, sans the hum of the cd player playing a song that no one is paying attention to. You turn at the same time murmurs erupt from the room. “Enjin?!” You blurt out his name without even meaning to. The man in question has his head lulling towards the floor as he stares at it. All while he’s… on his knees?! In front of everyone?!

“Cuss me out, hit me, punch me, berate me, anything… Just talk to me, please” Your name slips from his lips like a man who has lost everything left in his world, in fact, had he just said your name like that you’re sure that everyone, including yourself, would’ve still heard the former plea.

“I- What-? Enjin get up, what the fuck?!” Any resentment you held towards him has suddenly dissipated. You feel your face flush tenfold as the sheer embarrassment of the situation settles. “If I do, will you finally talk to me?” He looks up at you now, you can only describe his face as akin to that of a kicked puppy that’s been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. “Yeahsurewhatever- please just get- come with me” You stutter all your thoughts out at once, finishing none of them. Anything to get whatever this is to stop. As soon as he rises to his feet you're dragging him out and up the stairs to your room. Booming laughter and discussion from your friends and co-workers alike only become out of ear shot when you shove him into your room and slam the door shut once you follow. 

You blink at the door for a moment, gathering yourself and getting ready to cuss the hell out of the idiot, but as you turn your thoughts turn to sludge once more. He’s hugging you suddenly, gripping you like you’re still but a moment in his dreams. “Thought you’d never talk to me again..” he smushes his face into your neck, drowning in your scent, making sure to tuck the safety of it back into his mind. “Felt like I was dying” He closes and opens his eyes against your shoulder, the fluttering of his lashes ghosting over you, tickling you, before he’s back down on his knees clutching at your hand once more like he remembered what he needed to do. “I’m sorry, the bar- I didn’t- wasn’t-” he pauses, finding the right words, the ones he’s rehearsed endlessly in his mind since that night despite none of them truly feeling right. You let him speak, half because you’re curious what he has to say, half since you’re not even sure you can speak right now from the amount of whiplash this man is serving you. “The girl at the bar, it was nothing. She came up and grabbed me before I even realised she was there. I slipped back into that old habit - amuse her for a bit, brush her off, leave. I shouldn’t have even let her have the chance. Ma I swear, you don’t even have to believe me just.. anything to hear you speak, hear your laugh, see your smile..please.” You surprise yourself with how you manage to maintain eye contact with him the whole time he speaks, the flush of your cheeks crawls down your neck as you finally look away. You sigh out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, “Look.. I’m sorry too, here I am thinking I am adult enough to just move on but I’m not even mature enough to have a discussion about what I saw. I was tipsy, pissed and far too judging. So..’m sorry too.. Please, you can get up now.” The instant you finish talking this man jumps back up, embracing you, his smile impossibly wide upon his face. “Fuck, thank you, thank you so much” You fear he may break your ribs with how tight he’s holding you. “But Enjin, never fucking pull a stunt like that in front of everyone ever again are you insane?! It’ll be weeks before anyone even thinks of shutting up about this, couldn’t you have just….” Your voice turns into the hum of a sweet tune for him, despite that he still pays attention, hangs onto every single word you’re berating him with. He thanks whatever gods are looking down at him that you’re just speaking to him again. He won’t let you get away, never again.

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[deepressed]

Made my heart flutter ahhwsjdjf

[belimah]

Shot by a 💻 / art by _v7

[lacquerheadd]

the invisible man

[lacquerheadd]

or are you just happy to see me?…

[belimah]

art by jtvll

[fakerthanaspartame]

I just read the recent rudo clinging on reader because of the nightmare sooo what about a part 2? But this time its not only rudo trying to steal reader from Enjin but Riyo and Zanka too? Those kids need feel maternal love

a/n: yall are reading my mind, definitely agree they need some love thanks for sending this in I had fun writing it🌹hope you enjoy!

You were settled in Enjin's lap, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. He was trying to keep his best poker face as he eyed his cards. The other two men sitting in the chairs round the table were in trouble unless they had a better hand.

Today had been the first day you'd been able to spend any time with Enjin and to be honest he was glad that for once the kids had been no where in sight to drag you away from him.

It had been weeks since he had dissuaded Rudo's fears of you meeting an early death like his father had, but it was a catalyst for something greater as the other kids had taken the notion to cling to you more than normal.

Even Zanka was involved. Something Enjin had never expected considering how he normally clung to him. It started off small. The older teen would come to you for advice on how to properly communicate a delicate principal to Rudo, something Enjin often left Zanka to figure out for himself.

Then it shifted to him approaching the two of you, clearly nervous. His hand anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck as his eyes carefully met yours, "W-when ya have time... d'ya think ya could.. train me?"

His eyes would shift to Enjin's golden ones, Enjin’s brows raised close to his hairline in surprise that Zanka was asking you to train him instead of himself.

"Yeah!" You chirped, slipping out from under Enjin's arm that he had draped around you, the two of you having been sitting comfortable on the couch of the common room.

"I'm not doing anything right now and I'm positive the training grounds are free since the others are all out on assignments." "Uh, you are doing something right now." Enjin had spoken in protest, you were supposed to be spending time with him.

You ignored him, clearly far too excited that the two toned haired teen had asked you to train him.

"A-are ya sure, I don't want to butt in-"

You had cut Zanka off, leaving Enjin on the couch flabbergasted as he watched you usher Zanka out of the common room in the general direction of the training grounds.

The man drug his hand down his face as he struggled to stifle his irritation. He supposed he could accompany the two of you to the training grounds under the guise of 'supervised training for his understudy', when really he just wanted to be in your vicinity.

After that Enjin had begun to call Zanka 'mr.stealyogirl' every time he saw him approach you for whatever reason. The boy's embarrassed reaction and strict denial of any advances toward you tumbling from his lips oddly quelled any hard feelings he had when Zanka led you away from him.

The nickname earned a piercing glare from yourself that promised consequences later that evening for him teasing the poor boy. Enjin only flashed you a devious smile, emphasizing his dimples that always softened any threat you threw his way.

It didn't bother Enjin nearly as much that Riyo would come to whisk you away from him until he caught the sliver of a sly smile on her lips after you'd made him get off your lap so you could help her with her hair.

Riyo had come into the common room, complaining about an atrocious knot she couldn't get out of her hair and she needed help. He'd caught the smile when he was sitting up off your lap, watching Riyo settle herself between your knees on the couch.

The long red strands fell around the both of you, over your lap as you worked through whatever knots she feigned to be there.

"I'm not pulling on you too hard am I?" You'd asked, carefully running the brush through silky red strands.

"Not at all." Emerald eyes glanced at Enjin with an expression that read 'you wish you were me huh?'

A silent scoff left the man as he dramatically rolled his eyes at the young girl gloating over the fact that she had your full attention instead of him. She was unbelievable.

But...

A gentle smile settled on his features as he watched the two of you. Riyo's eyes had long since fluttered closed as she relaxed into your touch while you worked the next section of her hair. He had to say out of all your relationships with the kids he adored your relationship with Riyo the most.

He had to remind himself to not allow his emotions to get the best of him when it came to the two of you. You should be allowed to enjoy the bond of girlhood with the girl, and Riyo needed a mother figure who could nurture her.

That didn't mean Riyo didn't make it hard when she was the first to embrace you a week later after you'd been gone for four days on an assignment. Enjin will never forget how the girl caught his eyes, glowing green with mischief as she stuck her tongue out at him to further rub her privilege of hugging you first in his face.

It took every ounce of patience within him not to blow a gasket as you caressed the top of the girl's head affectionately, promising her a girl's day full of shopping and food. The only thing effectively preventing Enjin's jealousy from surfacing was the smile you wore as you held Riyo in your arms.

Rudo was still a completely different story, one he didn't think he could change, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to give up. The day before yesterday he'd stumbled into the common room looking for you to find you on the couch with Rudo, curled up in your arms as usual while you read your book.

Without warning Enjin had strolled over to the couch and began to pull Rudo off of you but you were too quick.

"H-hey!" You squealed grabbing onto Rudo who was awoken out of his sleep the moment he felt Enjin's hands on him.

"Let go turdface I was here first." Rudo grumbled, latching onto you tighter, garnet eyes throwing a glare at Enjin who was still trying to untangle the teen from you.

"You're not a baby and she's my girlfriend so I have dibs." Enjin grunted.

You were trying to push Enjin away with your foot when he, with one strong pull, ripped Rudo from your embrace and nestled himself on top of you, leaving the boy to tug at the man in attempt to tear him off of you.

Squeals and protest filled the common room. Few were laughing, few were sighing in disappointment because of Enjin's childishness. The man had even stooped so low as to turn and stick his tongue out at Rudo, which only made the boy angrier.

"Enjin." You said in that low tone that meant he was neck deep in toxic waste more deadly than what could be found in no man's land.

He flinched.

The man was threatened with a week's ban of any sort of physical affection if he didn't get his act together.

"Read 'em and weep boys." Obviously Enjin had apologized and given up his spot to the offended boy, or else you wouldn't be in his arms right now.

Enjin laid down the winning hand on the table while the other men groaned. He was collecting his winnings when Rudo came into the common room, large eyes scanning the room until they fell on you.

Perhaps he'd gotten his hopes up for a child free evening too soon. He made a b-line for the both of you and stopped at the edge of the chair the two of you were sharing.

"We're going to watch a movie, do you want to join us?"

Of course you'd said yes.

Half an hour later the five of you were, somehow, all on one couch with the lights dim with some black and white movie playing on one of the few TV's headquarters had.

You were sandwiched between Rudo and Riyo.

Rudo was struggling to stay awake, head lolling forward every few minutes and snapping back up. His arm interlocked with yours, both of his gloved hands clinging to your one. Riyo on the other arm was wide awake, leaning against you with her head resting against your shoulder.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen with no intention of acknowledging Enjin next to her with his arm draped behind her and yourself. Long tattooed fingers were combing through your hair, sometimes stopping to curl them around his fingers whenever he got bored.

He couldn't help but notice how your eyes were growing heavy at his ministrations. It wouldn't be long before you were mimicking Rudo.

Zanka was slumped against Enjin. The kid was asleep within the first five minutes of the movie which was no surprise considering he'd been fighting trash beasts all day. Normally Enjin would’ve been making teasing remarks about the boy falling asleep on him, but he decided against it since his little zan-zan was being a little endearing and not stealing his girl.

Sure it drove Enjin absolutely insane when the kids took you away from him, but he had to admit that it wasn't too bad when he was included... and within reach of you.

[riechiexx]

Kung ikaw ang katabi, mas masaya sana

"If you were the one beside me, I would have been happier."

Enjin likes hot women. The smart ones, those with curves in the right places, and a stupidly large capacity to forgive him.

He admitted that.

Said that was his type.

And here he was, sat at a table in some bar, smoking while two beautiful women stayed seated beside him.

One continues to ramble with that sultry voice that always makes every word send goosebumps on one's skin.

The other one remained silent, one hand resting on his broad chest, while her head leaned back at the red bar chair. His arm wrapped around her.

Her thumb rubbed soothingly at the exposed skin, where ink peeks underneath Enjin's shirt. A grin plastered like she knows exactly what would make his breath hitch.

She doesn't. Because,

No one else does. Except you.

To be honest, you're nothing like the women he now spends nights with. Those who he pays, or voluntarily asks him to lay on their bed.

What made his breath hitch wasn't your body, at least, not mostly.

It's your company. Your presence. The joy you bring—You, in general.

Every time your eyes lit up with joy when you see him, his breath catches on his throat.

Suddenly, he forgets how it feels to breathe automatically.

Enjin remembered all the scoldings he got from smoking, and he'd always purposely forget the pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Just so he could see the glint of pride on your eyes when he stops them for you.

He'd always tease you, joke about you liking him, and he'd always earn a smacking.

You'd always laugh at the end though, or tease back that you do like him.

Enjin took those only as jokes, he wasn't really interested in romance—not at all. It's a distraction. He'd rather have a few flings, just to scratch some itch when it gets irritating.

But he never once felt or wanted that with you.

He did find you attractive, hot, even. Yet, he doesn't have the will to invite you to his bed. He doesn't feel that way to you.

Instead, he feels warm.

You confused him.

Maybe, because you're too pure for him, or maybe, because his conscience would eat him.

You're someone that deserves love. Someone who actually deserves more. Someone who.. doesn't deserve someone like him.

You gave him comfort that doesn't require touches. You gave him warmth without him having to be inside. You gave him butterflies without him needing to see what's underneath.

And by the time the confession finally left your lips? His breath hitches. He couldn't breathe again. His brain short circuited.

He reasoned that he wanted to keep the friendship, reasoned that he doesn't do relationships, reasoned that he's unavailable—considering his occupation.

But he never denied that he feels the same way.

The rejection stung, because you never even realized that it was because you messed with his head.

You don't know what's on the other end.

You don't know what's going on in his head.

Enjin never felt that way before. He doesn't understand the tightening in his chest. He doesn't understand the feelings you make him feel.

And humans hate what they don't understand.

At that moment, he doesn't understand his mind. So he walked away.

Leaving you with a pained frown.

By the time he meets you again, you don't light up the same way anymore.

You don't joke around with him anymore, don't scold his smoking habits anymore, and what hurt him even more, was that you don't laugh at his antics anymore.

You started distancing yourself, until, one day, he'd lost all contact with you.

You disappeared.

The memories replayed.

He chugged on the bottle of beer in his hand. His free hand, caressing skin.

His eyes can't even focus on the woman dancing in front him.

It's been years.

He had blamed himself ever since—blamed himself for being a coward.

Blamed himself for not facing his feelings.

Blamed himself for walking away.

All because… your love scared him.

He realized that maybe, he would've been happier if you're the one beside him, instead of these women.

Maybe, he would've been happier, if you were the one dancing and singing along to the music.

Maybe, he would've been happier if you're the one telling him stories, with that sweet smile he loves.

Maybe, he would've been happier if you're the one beside him when he wakes up every morning.

Maybe, he would've been happier if it's you.

The Enjin, who's new purpose was ‘to connect’,

Cannot even find a way to reconnect with you again.

It was my own translation of that one line from the song "Need Ya", I kind of rephrased it so it's not exactly the translation. But it's still close. It's to fit my idea lol

[deepressed]

Ouch. Hurts in all the right places. :')

[lillie-oc]

Chapter 22; Boyhood

Older War-torn Hawks x Bird Girl Assistant Synopsis: Heroes sacrificed every part of themselves to keep civilians like you safe. They got hurt. Their loved ones died. A heroes' job was to do the saving. But, after so much had been lost and they lay alone in the quiet of the night, who would be there to save them? For Hawks, it would be you. But your first assignment is not an easy egg to crack. Chapter synopsis: Hawks laments his love.

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[mininapow]

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Stay tonight please 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

18+

2.3k words

mature

established relationship

boyfriend!Enjin

Enjinxf!reader

semi-public sex

protected sex

You heard the loud honk,your stupid boyfriend’s familiar honk, shattering the quiet stillness of the early morning.

You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes, muttering curses under your breath at the man you would gladly give your life for.

You fumbled through your closet for your sweater, the blare of the horn filling the apartment once again.

“Damn it, Enjin, I’m coming~”, you mumbled, running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it as you made your way to the front door of your apartment.

As you hurried down the stairs, you found yourself wondering when exactly this relationship had begun. You couldn’t even remember saying yes to his clumsy attempt at asking you out.

“I’ll pick you up after your shift” he had said one afternoon while you served him at the café counter, dressed in his cleaner’s uniform, wearing that intimidating stare and those golden eyes that promised nothing but trouble.

You had nodded compliant, distracted by his huge hands, hypnotized by the beginning of a tattoo that disappeared beneath his sleeve.

After that, you served his drink and wrote his name on the cup with a little heart next to it.

Stupid, stupid… you thought, more amused than embarrassed, a goofy smile spreading across your face.

The cold night air made you shiver, but not nearly as much as seeing him step out of his truck.

His jeans hung low on his hips, and he wore a red tshirt layered over another, both of them concealing his perfect tattooed arms.

He motioned for you to come over, and you couldn’t help yourself. You ran to him, your sneakers slapping against the pavement, your hair whipping around in the wind.

The second you were within reach, he grabbed the back of your neck hard enough to draw a small gasp from you and pulled you in until your mouths crashed together in a kiss, urgent, ravenous, and achingly familiar.

His other hand found your waist and pressed you tightly against him, sending a sharp pulse straight to your core.

Stop, stop, you scolded yourself. Behave.

“What are you doing here at this hour, sweetheart? It’s late…” you murmured against his warm, loving mouth, squirming in his unmistakably possessive hold. “Aren’t you cold? You’re going to wake up half the neighborhood with that horrible horn…”

He shook his head and buried his face in the curve of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him in return, your hands barely fitting around his strong arms.

He began pressing soft kisses to your skin, sending chills racing through you.

“Why didn’t you come upstairs? You have the keys and everything…” you insisted, though he still refused to let go.

“You’re freezing” he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over your neck.

You clung to him more tightly, already melting under his touch.

Then, with movements so quick they left you disoriented, he climbed back into the truck. For a moment you were left standing there, the cold sinking through your nightgown and sweater and straight into your bones. You shivered.

“Why are you still standing there?” he asked, patting his lap.

You clasped your hands nervously in front of your body, hesitating.

“Come on. You’re freezing” he said, his voice more serious this time.

“O-on top of you…?” you stammered softly.

The sepia glow bathed everything in a warm haze. You shivered again, more noticeably this time.

He muttered a curse, half amused, half exasperated, before climbing out once more. His hands gripped your ass as he lifted you effortlessly, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. The startled sound you let out stole your breath.

“Yeah, fuck…” he muttered against your neck as you clung to him.

Without any effort, he carried you back into the truck. You settled astride him, your legs draped around his hips, and the moment he shut the door, warmth enveloped your body.

Enjin’s heat unraveled you.

His scent intoxicated you.

His entire presence claimed you.

Your eyes flicked to Umbreaker resting in the passenger seat before returning to your boyfriend.

His hands relaxed around your ass, his black-painted nails tracing absentminded circles over the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“Youre such a…” you said, no real annoyance in your voice, threading your fingers through his golden hair.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into your touch, smiling like the perfect idiot you adored.

“An excellent boyfriend?” he asked.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing softly.

“Absolutely not. Why didn’t you come upstairs?” you pressed.

“I only came by for a minute. I needed you” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your neck.

A throb pulsed through your cunt, so intense you were sure he could feel it against his lap.

“You could’ve come upstairs for a minute” you replied, baring your neck to give he total access.

One of his hands left your ass to sweep your hair aside.

The other landed in a firm slap on your butt.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

He smiled against your neck and began sucking at your skin with the obvious intention of marking you.

Beneath you, he started to melt, basking in the warmth of the way you touched him. Despite your tiny protest, your tenderness felt like a gift from the gods.

“Enjin… Enjin…” you murmured, leaning back slightly and trying to gather what little composure you had left. His golden eyes burned with desire as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. The steering wheel pressed against your back, keeping you in place.

“Stay tonight” you pleaded.

You began to toy with the earrings on both sides of his ears, and he let out a low chuckle, his breath still tinged with the tobacco he’d been smoking.

“Let’s go inside… and maybe…” you began such a tease, tracing the line of his fully tattooed neck.

“Maybe nothing, baby. you’re already here…” he said, and with no trace of gentleness as he gripped your jaw, he claimed your lips in a kiss.

With the scent of tobacco mixing with your own, you became acutely aware of his growing erection pressing against the wetness of your cunt.

He barely flicked his tongue along the corner of your mouth, teasing you.

He let go of your ass just long enough to pull your sweater off, tossing it onto the steering wheel and part of the dashboard.

You clung to his shoulders, trying to erase every inch of space between you, grinding in small, suggestive bounces over his cock as it hardened beneath your weight.

“Enjin… we can’t do this here… someone will see us…” you whispered against his mouth.

He bit your lower lip.

The sting drew a moan from you.

“Fuck, princess… you’re so proper, so puritanical… you have no fucking idea how hard you make me” he growled, one hand resting on the small of your back, stroking the top of your ass, while the other tugged at the sleeve of your nightgown, baring the soft curve of your swollen, needy breast.

His hand wasted no time in squeezing your hardened nipple.

“I can feel that…” you breathed, the words dissolving into a breathless moan as your sensitive body yielded beneath his touch.

His hands roamed over you, intimately familiar with every sweet spot that reduced you to putty in his hands.

Your thoughts began to blur.

Despite the sensible words leaving your mouth, your thighs never stopped moving, rising and falling as you rubbed your aching center against his cock.

“Enjin… we’ll have more room inside…” you protested, though your voice carried little conviction.

His mouth trailed over your cheek, down your neck, his tongue sweeping across your collarbone until he reached your sensitive breast and licked your areola.

His hands slipped beneath your nightgown, kneading your ass beneath your panties.

Your hands clung to his neck, and your center throbbed painfully against his furious cock.

“Okay… just a little, my love…” you whispered, even though he hadn’t asked for your permission.

His mouth found yours again, unhurried, filled with a hunger that savored every inch of your mouth.

You kissed him back, your hands sliding down to undo his pants.

“Anything you want, princess” he moaned against your lips.

No matter how desperate he was, Enjin never rushed. He explored your body with something close to reverence.

You blushed when you felt him spread your ass slightly.

Heat surged through you, and a breathless cry escaped your lips when you wrapped your hand around his hard cock.

You stroked the tip, spreading the slick precome over the sensitive head.

“There are condoms in the glove compartment” he said softly.

You nodded, breaking the kiss. Enjin barely loosened his hold, and his eyes never left you for a second, devouring you.

As you twisted awkwardly to search the glove compartment, half bent over, giving him an excellent view, Enjin flicked your nipple, making you tremble.

“Hey… don’t be mean” you said sweetly, pressing tiny kisses to the corner of his mouth while your hands carefully tore open the condom wrapper.

You rolled it on him, one of his hands brushing your hair away from your face.

“Help me” you pleaded.

You didn’t have to explain.

His hands slid beneath your nightgown again, helping lift you.

You kept hold of his hard cock while he pushed your soaked panties aside.

“What a messy little kitty” he teased.

You silenced him with a kiss, much to his satisfaction.

The head of his cock nudged your dripping entrance, and you slowly lowered yourself onto him, taking him inch by inch as you buried your face in his neck.

Soft, broken moans spilled from your lips, pleading with the exquisite torment you were inflicting on yourself.

With a desperate groan, Enjin yanked you down, needing to feel all of you at once.

The ragged breaths you both released sounded downright depraved.

The windows began to fog.

As he guided your movements, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You began to set the pace.

Enjin, seemingly content to let you do all the work, did little more than spank your ass lightly, kneading it and helping you ride him.

His cock slid in and out of you, hot and throbbing against your walls.

Your wetness created obscene, slick sounds that blended with the symphony of your moans and Enjin’s uneven breathing.

At some point, you stopped lifting yourself up and down and began grinding over him with an obscene roll of your hips that drew a deep groan from his chest.

You sucked at his skin too, trying to leave your own marks, though your moans made the task difficult.

Soon you were hitting your sweet spot with every movement of his hard cock.

You started riding him again, bouncing shamelessly in his lap.

You pressed yourself even closer, seeking a better angle as you worked him rhythmically inside you.

Enjin finally began thrusting upward, driving deeper into your softness.

Your moans turned lower and more desperate.

The tip of his cock struck harder than ever, and the pulsing heat inside your cunt sent spasms through your body that made you move even faster.

“D-does it feel good, m-my sweet boy?” you moaned against his neck, quickening your pace. As you rocked over him, partially withdrawing and taking him back in, you found yourself worrying that he might not be enjoying this as much as you were.

“Fuck, your tight cunt is a gift from the gods” he growled.

He pulled his hands from beneath your nightgown and grabbed your hair brutally, forcing you to look at him.

His mouth crashed into yours with a ferocity that had clearly been building.

His thrusts turned harsher, more punishing.

Your disordered moans rose louder against his lips.

Your pleasure was close.

You clung to him more tightly, trying to sink even deeper onto him.

Your cunt dripped, soaking your panties and the seat, and you shivered as your slick ran down your thighs.

The wet slapping sounds grew louder every time Enjin slammed you down onto his hard cock, a roughness that left you dizzy, suspended between pleasure and pain.

Your pace grew faster.

He gripped you harder.

The hand on your ass squeezed so tightly you were sure it would leave a bruise.

You barely kept up with the kiss as your mouth fell open in an uninterrupted stream of filthy sounds.

Your orgasm crashed over you, and you came trembling in his lap.

“Just a little more, princess. A little more…” he murmured into your hair.

With every thrust of his hips, and with your help as he chased his own release, you became more and more overstimulated, your slick spilling everywhere.

Your thoughts scattered completely, disconnected from reality.

All you could feel was that tightening current deep in your lower belly with every thrust Enjin gave you, even after your orgasm.

You bit the part of his earlobe left bare by his earring, and with a final brutal thrust, he drove you all the way down onto his hard cock, burying himself as deep as he could.

The most intense pressure you had ever felt made a muffled cry tear from your throat as he reached his climax.

The deep groan that rumbled from the depths of his chest made your whole body tremble.

A disbelieving laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“You’re incredible, my love” you whispered softly, still wrapped around him, still holding him buried deep inside you. “Stay tonight, please” you begged again against his mouth.

He smiled.

“you’re such a pain in the ass” he muttered. “Whatever you want, baby girl”

omfg!! im deeply in love with this man (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

i hope you enjoy!!

English isn´t my native lenguage, be kind please.·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

[selenitequing]

enjin fans. how’s that hyperindependance and inability to trust others doing? 🫣

[deepressed]

I just opened the app why am i being called out like this? 😭

[riotsgrl]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!

 — bakugou, k. & kirishima, e. 

part five — TIMEZONE WOES!

featuring... yaoi, an internship abroad, and roach duty!

★ series summary: your landlord kind of fucked you over, so you end up stuck with two rising pro heroes as your roommates for the rest of the year.

(OR — chronicles of living together!)

content: roommate!au. smau. kiribaku x reader (developing!). fluff, crack. some suggestiveness. college student!reader. UA grad!krbk. warning: bit of a long post! - click keep reading.

note: guys i got so carried away. longest chap to date omfg

☆ — chapter can be read as a standalone piece !

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★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.

may blabs: did we notice that we upgraded to first name basis w kiri 👀 and r inching closer to it w bkg as well 👀👀 #lettingyouknow

spiderman exists here cuz i said so ok. don’t think too hard about it 🫰🫰 and like who doesn’t love spidey !!!

btw the roach story actually could have been my reality bc my roomie’s gf + gf’s friend deadass kept a roach they found and fed it 😭💔💔 thank god that mf died

this took so long ive been a chudmaxxing 🕊️ should this chap have been this long ? prolly not but we ball ✌️ for my sake because u love me IGNORE THE TYPOS

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[h-0-error]

He’s mad and LOCKED TF IN

I’m so horny rn

[deepressed]

Everyone is getting creeped out by Rudo's smile but I'm like HOLY SHIT HE'S SO CUTE IMMA PROTECT HIM WITH MY LIFE THAT'S LITERALLY MY CHILD NOW. 😭

[biovyxart]

Mr. President 🗣️