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.
"What a fucking handful, you." Words come out like a threat, teeth clamped down on lip as your hot tongue swirls over his fingers, licking them clean. He can't seem to tear his eyes off the lustful sight, an arm propped right above your head with your bodies pressed against each other in the narrow alleyway. You meet his eyes, sultry and light, a deepening ache between your thighs.
"Go on," His breath hitches when both your hands wrap around his wrist, urging his hand deeper into your mouth. He stumbles slightly, tented cock pushing against your stomach and a light moan escapes your lips. "F-Fuck... keep teasing me like that and we won't make it to Headquarters by midnight."
"Mm..." You merely hum at his words, enjoying the attetion he's giving you. He's clearly distressed, unable to pin you against the wall and fuck you merciless— too bad trash beasts are around. He runs a rough hand through his damp hair, sighing yet still fixated on the way your lips wrap around his fingers— so warm, so inviting, so...
"Fuck it. I gotta be inside of you, pretty girl." He seethes, pulling his hand out. Covered in your saliva, and you make quick work of your pants before he slips your panties to the side.
Nimble fingers push past your walls, and it took everything of you not to moan his name—
I wrote this in one day, pardon my poor writing
Diesel is so funny to write istg
Requests are open in case you want to!
Part three of the head canon will be coming in the following weeks!
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Sugar is bad for engines.
It's one of the first things you learn when you study their anatomy and how they work: sugar clogs up their system, leading to sickness and necessity to clean the tank. It's a very long process that can make them out of order for a few hours or even a day if the damage is bad.
That being said the engines you work with are extremely curious about humans, but mostly what they consume. It's such a foreign concept to them — humans have infinite combinations of fuel instead of just a few options (coal, water and fuel)? And don't even start to explain them about taste buds and how different foods can have different taste (even the same food just in a different conservation state? Crazy).
Since you've been assigned as a relief driver, and one of the youngest people to be, you've became the number one go-to person to explain human nutrition to them. They're so passionate about everything but are afraid of overstepping their role of "very useful engines" by asking silly questions (and don't want to bother the older workers and drivers).
You of course indulge in every single one, using every opportunity to let them learn about human's food. The best time is when you get assigned a goods train filled with food, making it a teaching moment for whoever you're driving.
On the other hand you're also curious: yes, tecnically they don't eat because they use their type of fuel, but they seem to have every human's sensory imput: they can feel touch, see, listen, even smell! But taste? You're in the dark about it.
Well, until a certain engine himself gives you a chance you discover new stuff about them and himself.
"Ehy you, what are you munching about?"
It's late that night but the dieselwork is still buzzing with activity. There are few employees around, some just doing normal maintanance others leaving. You're sitting on a crate filling an incident form from earlier today. It's been a long day and you haven't eaten anything since a light lunch you had around eleven, so you're snacking one of your favourite snack: biscuits with a layer of dark chocolate on top, a staple of your childhood that your parents sent you in a care package a few days ago.
You look up at the black engine, already smiling.
"Ehy Diesel, just some biscuits I got from my parents. I haven't eaten yet but I'm hungry so-"
"Gimme one"
You stare at him. "Why?"
"Because I want one, now gimme!"
You giggle nervously, Diesel can be very silly sometimes.
He's not and he just glares at you. He's dead serious.
"Absolety not!" you exclaim, rising from the crate.
"Wha-WHY NOT?" he shrieks out, his faceplate going red from indignation as if you've just told him that there isn't anymore fuel for the day.
"Diesel you can get sick, it's not good for you!"
"Says who?"
"Oh nobody, just every manual and lesson about diesel engines I took for this job!"
"I said I want one!"
You sigh. He's a real headache, the devious Diesel.
You had your doubts about him for the longest time, mostly influenced by the steamies you have driven over the course of your employment on the Sodor's Railway system.
Everybody knows Diesel and try to steer away from him as much as possible.
Rude. Sly weasel. Proud. Dangerous.
You heard and still hear these adjectives thrown at him sometimes — to be fair it's not like it's not true, but it leaves out a big chunk on why he's like that. The treatment that diesels, even the nicer ones, get while working on the railway it's always a topic of conversation among the workers: used mostly as shunters they also show inner social class conflict among themselves, especially those who can take passengers and more important jobs.
Already under steamies by number they also fight among themselves.
You've witnessed it pretty well, resulting in workers and drivers getting involved when things were getting out of hand and wheel.
You got assigned Diesel a few times and it had been rocky: he knew who you were, and worst of all he always saw you working with the steamies. With Duck.
You knew that their relationship was bad at best, with the green engine ignoring the diesel as much as he could, which was one of the reasons you were a bit weary about him.
He wasn't entirely happy about you too, refusing to talk and cooperate; that was until you put your foot down and reprimanded him gently, asking to just do his job and that after you wouldn't bother him.
Well, it seemed to have worked pretty well because next you know he's vouching for you to all the other diesels to treat you with respect. Apparently it doesn't work on him.
"Diesel what it's all about? Do you even eat? I mean, you have a mouth but…" you ask as you lift the crate and putting it on the tracks in front of Diesel. He huff and rolls his eyes at you, rolling along until he reaches you, his buffers in front of you.
You smile as you stroke him, knowning it brings him a lot of comfort.
"Well no we don't but-"
"Then I kinda can't give it to you Diesel, what's the point?"
"We can taste things! But not eat like that, it's- urgh!" he growls and looks away, seemingly embarassed.
You giggle. It feels like talking to a child sometimes.
"Diesel look, talk to me. I can't understand unless you tell me what's bothering-"
"It's unfair!" you jump at his outburst, clearly unexpected, "I saw yesterday that Thomas getting offered coal and eating it. And he boasted about it!"
Ah. Well, now everything is more clear.
"Diesel… are you jealous?"
"Never say that word! Me, a diesel, jealous of a steamie? No chance!"
"Ok ok!" you laugh, scratching his buffers, "Regardless, you could still have your fuel put in your mouth right?"
"Yeah but it's not the same! I-" he looks down at you, eyes shifty before he mutters something that you swore you would've never guess could come out of his mouth.
"I would like to eat with you. Like, munching, or whatever you humans do."
Your heart skip a bit and you feel all giddy inside.
Diesel, THE Devious Diesel, wanting to eat with you? Unbelivable. You should've recorded it.
You laugh, which is not the reaction the engine expected.
"Ugh, forget it! You silly human!"
"No no Diesel come back!" you plead with him as he pulls away slightly before stopping, "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it. Thank you."
"For what?" he scoffes, eyes looking at anything but you.
"For your honesty. I would love to eat with you, next time you just have to ask. I don't think it's possible to make your fuel as hard to bite it, it might clog your system...I could ask for a tank of fuel and a straw, it could be like drinking a cocktail? I'll find a way don't worry"
You smile softly at him as a deep red climbs all over his faceplate and nods, all flustered. You must've done a great job if you've managed to get him out of his comfort zone to open his black heart to you.
You need to pat yourself on the back.
"Finally!" You cheered after cleaning up the last trash beast. The area has been swarming with them as of late.
"Lousy rodents. I hate them so much."
You dusted yourself off, along with your Jinki, which is a doll. As the dust subsided from both yourself and your Jinki, you brought out a rang to polish its eyes.
You breathed onto the eyes and began to wipe it. As you were finishing up, you noticed someone's reflection in the eyes of your Jinki.
It was Enjin.
You leaped forward, startled by his successful attempt to scare you. He covered his mouth, letting out a muffled laugh.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" You asked, with an annoyed tone.
"Were finished neutralizing the trash beasts. So I guess... no!" He replied.
"Well quit it with your shenanigans, it's too hot for all that jumping." You groaned as you used your shirt to fan yourself. "I used up all my energy on the trash beast."
"It's not that hot." Enjin disagreed as he leaned on his Jinki, Umbreaker. "Being than the pouring rain, of trash showers."
"Trash showers such, but I'll take a rainy day over a scorching one any day."
"Guess we don't have much in common."
"Guess we don't..." You said with sweat dripping down your face. "Be a dear and use your umbrella to shade me."
"Nah."
"Please."
"Hmm..."
"Pretty please~."
"Fine."
Enjin straightened himself up and lifted his Jinki, opening the canopy as its supported by the stretchers. You quickly rushed to the shaded spot and sighing as you had a spot to cool off.
"You can make wind currents right, conjure up some please."
"Let's head back to HQ." Enjin suggested as he began to walk towards the car. You followed, not wanting to lose your shaded spot.
***
The car ride was quite long, but the two of you still haven't made it back to HQ. Enjin drove the car, while you were seated in the passenger seat. The two of you was alone in the car. After some time, you made it to Hole Town. The two of you decided to take a break, and grab something to eat. A while later, the two of you decided to depart.
Just before that, you spotted a sweet shop.
"Hey Enjin, let's stop by over there and get something for everyone." You pointed, heading towards the shop. "Rudo will definitely be happy."
The two of you purchased a few, well a lot of things, and packed it into the car. The two of you took your seats and took off.
On the way, you took a piece of cake and started stuffing your face. It was so sweet that you took another, and another, causing you to finish the whole cake.
"Look at you, there's icing all over your face."
"Ah sorry, it's so good. I hope I didn't make a mess." You open the car compartment and searched for some wipes. You used the wipe to rub around your face.
"Here, you missed a spot." Enjin stretched out his hand, resting it on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the remaining spot of icing.
"Ah, thanks." You mumbled, turning you head towards the window. You cheeks began to emanate a tint of pink, slowly turning red. Enjin hand still was placed on your cheek. You questioned if his eyes were still on the road, or maybe... on you.
"(Name)..." Enjin spoke. "(Name), look at me."
As he called your name. You noticed the car had stopped. Enjin leaned in, slowly turning your head, guiding your eyes to his. Your face squeezed up, Enjin moved his fingers to your chin, tilting your head up. He placed his thumb on your lip, rubbing it.
"What're you doing..?" You mumbled.
"You missed a spot. Just getting it for ya!" He said grinning. He took his hand back, placing his thumb on his tongue. "Wow, this is good." He started up the car. He smacked his tongue against the top his mouth, making a clicking sound.
"I definitely should try the other when we get back. Right, (name)-?" He paused as he saw you. You seemed to have passed out, or maybe just dissociated.
"I guess they fell asleep, weird, just started the car."
Hiiiii, I saw that your requests were open and so I thought what if...
with anyone from gachiakuta, platonic fem!reader who doesn't just bite her food she shoves it into her mouth like, she doesn't eat it she inhales it, she just has such bad manners on the table...
kashakdhajdhajs sorry if it's too weird 😭
hello, i'll try my best!
Engine, Zanka, Rudo & fem!reader
✧bad table manners
✧fluff-ish, no pronouns used
-Honestly, you likely remind Zanka and Engine of Rudo sometimes. Rudo on the other hand, just kind of watches you. He doesn't say anything but he wonders if that's normal for you.
-Engine isn't particularly bothered by the way you eat. If it's what works for you then what's the big deal? He casually tells anyone who tries to tell you off about how you're eating to leave you alone and let you do you.
-Quite simply, Zanka likes being around you, yes, but he will not stick around while you're eating. He removes himself from the room until you are done. He doesn't want to be rude to you about such a thing after you've probably already gotten so much of that from others.
-Rudo is a chill guy. He might ask questions of why you eat like that or others of the sort but he's not attempting to be rude or judge you. He's genuinely curious since you likely are his senior! He just wants to know and he'll listen if you tell him!
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Since today it's my birthday (22 years, omg) I'm indulging in some engines x relief!driver before i go back to study.
Being autistic on your birthday can be very difficult so I wrote this for some comfort, I hope some people can relate to it.
"What do you mean that tomorrow it's your birthday?!"
You close your eyes, wincing at the engine on your right who decides that shouting at roughly six in the morning is a good idea.
"James please, it's not a big deal-"
"Not a big deal? C'mon, it's your birthday!" Thomas chimes in, all happy and letting out steam.
"Yeah, birthdays are fun!" Percy adds. "We all saw Sir Thopam's birthday a few months back and it was amazing!"
"Percy, Sir Thopam is an important man, of course he's going to have a very special birthday."
"But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't have the same treatment!"
"Emily it's okay, I don't care about it."
"But it's an important day too!"
You sigh, checking Edward's wheels to try to distract yourself from the discussion. You really hoped to not let the engines at Tidmounth's shed know about it, to let it pass silently on the background of the busy railway like every year.
But Paxton, oh ever so sweet Paxton, had come by just a few minutes before to tell that Sir Thopam Hatt sent his deepest congrats for your birthday since he would be extremely busy the next day. You couldn't blame him honestly, but you wished that the timing had been better.
"Guys can we please just- forget about it?"
"Nonsense!" chuffs Gordon, rolling his eyes, "It's a year passed alongside us, not to mention every single year you didn't tell us, it would be disgraceful not to celebrate."
You pinch the bridge of your nose, a raging headache forming right on your temple. You really don't want to deal with this.
"Guys please, let's not get ahead of ourselves and bother them…" You silently thank Henry for trying but that only makes the others bicker between themselves about what to do.
"Maybe a party?"
"Wait we could invite Duck and Oliver"
"Maybe we could get the master to leave the shed open for the night for-"
"Would all of you please fucking stop?"
You didn't even realized you opened your mouth, still staring at the blue wheels in front of you. An eery silence now interrupted only by the sounds of the nearby yard, trucks and engines stretches in the shed. You look around at the engines, who are looking more shocked than you.
"I-I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to snap… Please do not speak about it again, I hate it and I don't care."
You don't hear their responses because Edward's fireman arrives to help light Ed up, and nobody dares to speak up.
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It's tense, Edward and his fireman can feel it from a mile away. They're old and wise, they know that something is wrong: you haven't spoken a word all morning beside a few words, focused on Edward's levels of steam and the road. But they don't know what's the problem.
"Ed do you know what's up with them? They have such a long face today."
They've stopped on a siding and it's only the two of them while you're in the bathroom at the station during the midday break.
"I really don't know… since this morning they've been so down."
His fireman hums, then adds: "Did they say something this morning? I can only assume it happened before I arrived at the sheds."
Ed shallows and takes a deep breath.
"Do you promise not to say anything?"
"Of course Eddie, what's up?"
"We found out that tomorrow it's their birthday. The others were insisting on celebrating but they exploded, telling everyone they don't care and hate their birthday… Fireman, what could that be about?"
The man's eyes widens in surprise: you're not the type to blow up to anyone, especially engines, so it must be something very deeply personal. He sees you walking back and he gets out of the cab, giving Edward some comforting strokes.
"Old friend, try to talk to them. They probably feel really bad enough for this morning and they trust you well enough. I'm going to get some tea."
He walks away, smiling at you when you come back.
"Sorry Ed," you say, not looking up to him and focused on some notes in your notebook, "there were many people for the bathroom, and the Toby stopp-"
"Driver are you okay?"
You immediately look up to him, shocked by the question. Edward can clearly see you eyes red and puffy, probably from crying in the bathroom, which makes him feel bad.
"I'm so sorry for this morning, I should've put a stop to it when I had the chance. They didn't mean to make you upset, they were just really exctited to celebrate you. They didn't know, I didn't know that such topic was really hurtful to you and I should've told the others to quit it."
"Edward it’s okay-"
"It's not dear. I can see that it troubles you in some way. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me or fireman about it. We're friends, and friends help each other."
There's a moment of silence, then you murmur something.
"-the stares…."
"Sorry dear, what did you say?"
"It's- the stares Ed," you repeat yourself more clearly, your gaze now focused more on your hands twinsting in front of you, "I hate them so much."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean exactly that… It's being watched, judged- sorry it's really hard to explain."
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. Take your time to gather your thoughts, I'm not going anywhere."
That's one thing you like about him, and probably the reason why most engines come to him for advice, vent or simply talk. But it's difficult to explain it to him, he probably doesn't even know what you're talking about.
You take a big breath before speking up again. There goes nothing.
"I fear being percieved- there's such a pressure to perform during that day: smile for the camera, the songs, the stimulies, textures. And don't get me started on faking expression of gratitude when somebody gifts you something so bad you want to curl up and cry- god forbid that people actually get you things based on what you like and your interests."
You chuckle sadly, leaning on his buffers during your rant, arms wrapping around you. He hums but doesn't dare to interrupt you.
"Did you ever tell anyone about how you feel?" he tries gently after a few seconds of silence between the two of you.
"Tried once, what I got was being grounded and something along the lines of 'grow the fuck up'. So i stopped all together, it didn't feel like celebrating anymore, more like an animal at the circus," you finally look up to him, tears already streaming down your face, "It simply doesn't feel special anymore."
Edward feels his core trebling with sorrow seeing you like this. He can't imagine how difficult it must be to open up about such a delicate topic.
Oh how he would love to be able to hug and comfort you, but he can't and he feels at a loss on what to do. He's sure that himself and the other engines want to be able to show their appreciation in some way.
That's when an idea pops into his funnel.
"How would you like to spend your birthday?" he asks suddenly.
You turn around with a confused sad look, finding him staring at you with soft but determined eyes.
"N-Nobody has asked me before" you admit while trying to dry your tears, "well, they did but didn't listen."
"I'm listening now. If you could imagine a perfect birthday for you, how would you describe it?"
"A quiet night with friends, maybe a gift and sweet treat." you say it wthout thinking.
He smiles softly and slightly bumps you, making you giggle in the process while you dry your tears.
"Then that's what you'll get!"
"Edward you don't have to-"
"We want to celebrate you dear driver, you deserve it. Besides, Percy and Thomas would never let you live it down if they couldn't celebrate you in some way."
You smile fondly at the thought of your engines caring about you so deeply. In the meantime his fireman had come back from the bathroom and is now in the cab.
"C'mon you two, we have deliveries to do today!"
You nod before giving Edward a stroke around his buffers and getting into the cab to beging work once more.
That night after you go back home, Edward and the other engines don't waste a single moment into planning something for you.
The next day is exactly how you can imagine it: you go to the shed to be greated with many "happy birthday's" and whistles from the steam team. The day goes smoothly without any interruptions, no troublesome trucks and annoying passengers.
But when you get Edward to the sheds in the evening the engines welcomes you with a pretty wrapped package (which ends up being a couple of books who wanted to read) and a box from your favourite bakery.
You nearly cry as you thank each one of them and spend the early night in the shed, chatting and laughing with each one of them about anything and nothing.
You can't think of a better way to spend your birthday.
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.
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.
