25. MDNI! Levi, Gojo, Sukuna, Ino Takuma, and Enjin simp 24/7. please excuse inactivity, sometimes real-life-adulting™️ keeps me away from my page :( DO NOT repost my works
Something about Enjin eating you out while you’re overstimulated and breathless and the grip he has on you is tight around your legs and you’re trying to push his head away but no avail 😩😩😩
Gachiakuta fic idea where Enjin ends up with amnesia after a hit to the head. But instead of it being angsty or sad the whole thing turns cracky when he assumes that he's like. The biological father of Team Akuta based on context clues. Dude figures he was a manwhore and decides he's gonna be the (bio) dad that stepped up.
I don’t remember tumblrs nudity rules so you get some amazing censoring by yours truly, you can’t see her vagaygay in the original just butt but I wanted to be safe
You can tell how old these are from the older meme (which is still a banger) of the crotch eater
I know I said that I wasn’t going to talk about the Eden’s garden situation anymore but I want to address it once more.
mainly for the gachiakuta side of tumblr. We need your help to get Faza/ Fauzan Achmad blacklisted from voicing in anime.
For those who don’t know Fauzan Achmad is the voice actor of Rudo in the Indonesian dub. In March of this year it came out that Faza had groomed and dated a minor around 2022-2024 if you want a little more information there is a Google doc talking about it that I’ll have linked at the bottom of this post
Right now there is a petition to get Faza blacklisted from the industry as he still has ties to dubbing studios Virtuoso and Iyuno
Right now the petition is at 15,911 signatures but it can still go higher please I ask you that you take a bit of time to sign the petition as this guy should not be allowed to work in voice acting or directing after all the harm he has done
hello everyone! i’ve decided to revise this document in it’s entirety due to the fact that when i wrote it i had done so very hastily in ord
Triggers/Warnings && : not very descriptive sexual content, more of a character study, talk about death (very indirect)
Author's note // : I returned from the abyss!!! More Enjin && Gachiakuta on the way, requests are open, but I don't take fem readers!! ♡
You know Enjin has shit going on. Know the gist of his past, at least so you think. Know he has some complexes and traumas he refuses to face and work on.
You feel it's brunt edge constantly.
You mingle, sharing cigarettes and a bed, feel high on thrill. You misstep, lean in too close and he pulls away in an instant. Disappears for days or weeks and then returns charming and attentive, wrapped around you, skinship.
You have a complicated relationship with it. On one hand, a stable, mutual relationship in this line of work is dangerous and about as realistic as the sphere stopping it's mindless polution of your home. Also, to some degree you enjoy the chase and catch, it's well.. thrilling, thrilling to catch and thrilling to chase. It allows you to sleep around unbothered and is less exhausting than an actual partner.
But you're nearing your 30s and on the ground you age like milk, kids reach puberty at 11, often having their first everything rather sooner than later. Because life is no promise down here. Everyday is dangerous for everyone, cleaner, raider and any other alike. Marriage is unlikely, children even more. If you want any, you have team Child and team Akuta stilling your nurturing instinct.
But a committed relationship must either come at this age or never. The longer you're by yourself on the ground the more weary and untrusting you become.
Sure, you have a plethora of friends and coworkers, who you'd consider good acquaintances, but like..
.
.
do you have to rationalize wanting a relationship?
You barely react to Enjin's hand's massaging your tummy while he pistons into you. Your head lulls to it's right boredly, as you play the same game you have the last three years with him.
He's good, that's not to deny, even after all this time he gets you going. But you can't focus on his touch. Not hungry, not passionate, just familiar, reliable.
"are you not in the mood?", he noses your jaw, leaving whispers of kisses on the junction of your neck and lower face. "We ain't gotta finish if you don't want to", how chivalrous, consent. You just move your head further right in disinterested, that he good heartedly reads as you baring your neck.
He kisses softly, he stopped leaving hickeys after the third time he disappeared. He breaths you in, kisses down your collar, finding one nipple, giving it a lick before shimmying your shared position to view you in your entirety again.
He frowns "you're not turned on anymore?", he pats your sex to check.
The slip out is weirdly dry, uncomfortable, you grimace as he detaches with a pop.
You watch as he discards the empty condom and retrieves a washcloth. Wiping you down, being extra careful between your legs. He presses a waterbottle between your hands and watches to make sure you manage.
You sip as he tries to decipher you "did I do something ya didn't like?", he tries. You stay unresponsive before finally sighing "when are we growing up and stop this childish shit?".
He stops "hm?". But you don't offer anymore, letting him fuss over you, trying to get you to elaborate.
Only after he quiets down you offer such "We're too old for this", you repeats "either we settle down or I find someone else".
...
He's warm, holding you close to his chest, giving chaste kisses to your hairline. Fingers trace your shoulder blades, leg wedged between your thighs.
He smells so masculine, musky, smokey. You bury your nose in his collarbone. He pulls you closer, legs knotted together. Your feet sneak under his joggers, his fingers play with your scalp. He kisses your eyebrow, then your eyelid, then your lashes, then your nose. Lastly he chases the corner of your lips, then squarely on your lips.
"Want to have you one more night before I give you up" he whispers against your lips.
