gachiakuta boys x reader; patching up after a fight... with a promise for more later; wanted it to be suggestive but ended up making it fluffy and intimate instead hehe; hope you enjoy!
Enjin
The dust still clung to everything—your clothes, his hair, even the faint metallic tang of blood lingering in the air. You pressed a cloth to his arm, trying not to shake.
“This should hold for now…” you murmured.
Enjin’s eyes followed your every move, quiet, almost unreadable. The blood on your fingers didn’t make him flinch. Instead, he gave a slow, small nod, like acknowledging you without words, his eyes drifting to your face.
When he shifted, the cut reopened a little, making, you wince.
“Sorry…” he said softly, voice low, but not quite apologetic in tone.
You pressed the cloth firmer, your hand accidentally brushing against his chest. He didn’t pull away. Nor did you.
You could hear his breath hitch—just slightly, almost imperceptibly, but it sent a warmth crawling up your spine.
“You’re awfully close,” he murmured, voice rough, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Your pulse hammered in your ears. Neither of you moved for a moment, hands lingering over his wound, fingers brushing against each other.
Then, slowly, he leaned in. The kiss was gentle at first, just a brush of lips, but his the hand found yours, holding it over the cloth as if anchoring himself.
“We’ll finish this properly later,” he said against your mouth, voice low and rough.
You nodded, biting back a smile. For now, tending wounds would have to do… but the promise in his tone lingered long after the kiss ended.
Zanka
Zanka gritted his teeth as you dabbed at the deep gash across his shoulder.
“Don’t touch the wound like that,” he snapped, though the sharpness in his tone wavered.
“If I don’t, it won’t heal properly,” you replied, pressing the cloth firmly.
His hand twitched toward yours but recoiled almost immediately. You noticed the faint tremor in his fingers, betraying the storm beneath his tough facade. Carefully, you wiped the blood from his hand. Your fingers brushed against his. He froze, and you could hear his breath hitch just slightly.
“Don’t… get used to this… taking care me and shit…” he muttered, voice low.
You ignored the protest, letting your hand rest briefly on his chest as you finished dressing the wound. Zanka stiffened for a moment, then leaned into the warmth anyway, if only slightly.
His fingers twitched against yours, hesitant, testing the connection. He slowly interlaced them… before bringing your fingers to his lips.
What seemed a mere brush of his lips against your hand, spoke volumes… especially as his eyes fluttered close for a moment before locking onto yours, intense and dark.
“Later,” he said finally, voice gruff, hiding something softer underneath.
“Just… you and me. Alone… I want to continue this…”
This… there was a ‘this’... you could barely contain your surprise.
But you just nodded, heart fluttering, feeling the promise beneath his words more clearly than the wound you were tending.
Gris
The battlefield had quieted into an eerie stillness. Only your own breath and Gris’s ragged exhalations filled the air.
“Hold still,” you said, gently cleaning a deep gash along his torso.
He flinched at the touch, but didn’t pull away. Your fingers brushed against his chest again, accidental but not unwelcome. Blood mixed faintly with sweat, sticky and warm under your palms.
“You’re… too gentle,” he said, a small laugh escaping him, disbelief woven through it.
You met his eyes. “Gentle keeps people alive,” you said softly.
He swallowed, letting your hands linger over the wound, brushing against him intentionally this time. You could hear him inhale sharply, the sound catching in his throat.
One of your fingers traced the line of his jaw as you leaned close to check the wound. Gris’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and his hand found yours under the cloth, gripping gently.
Your hearts were beating a little too fast, the quiet punctuated only by the soft sounds of bloodied breathing and cloth against skin. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Gris leaned forward. His forehead brushed yours first. Then his lips, warm, tentative, found yours.
It was gentle at first, testing, asking permission without words. You pressed closer instinctively, letting him pull you in. When he finally parted, he rested his forehead against yours again, exhaling shakily.
“Later,” he murmured, voice low but certain.
“I’ll hold you. Properly, next time.”
You smiled softly, letting your hands linger on his chest, feeling the quiet weight of the promise settle between you, deeper than any wound you had just tended.
Thank you so much for reading! This wasn't request but rather a random thought that popped up in my head! ♡
Synopsis: With just a little teasing, Gris decides he can’t hold back anymore
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, fluff, kisses, making out, just two friends who kiss
Word Count: 1,404
For prompt "cozy night in" from my Winter Request Event
A trash storm was never a fun thing to experience. Unless, of course, you were indoors and far away from it and it gave you a day off from work to relax with your friends. Except.. most of your friends were busy. That wouldn’t stop you and Gris however, from making the most of your free time. You’d found him at breakfast and draped yourself over his shoulders, asking if he’d like to spend the day relaxing with you, and truly he’d been powerless to refuse.
You’d both gone back to your rooms to shower and change into fresh pyjamas, then you’d headed through to his room once he’d confirmed with his communication choker that he was ready. You dropped onto his sofa without hesitation, more than familiar with the layout of his space by now, and Gris didn’t bat an eye at the weight beside him, remote for his TV in hand.
“What are you feeling?” He asked, offering the remote to you to find something for the both of you to watch. Gris, generally, didn’t care what was on as long as he was spending time with the people he liked spending time with, and you tended to be more bothered with finding something you were actually interested in so he was happy to just let you choose.
Once something was playing on the screen, the two of you shuffled to get more comfortable. Gris had never been someone that shied away from physical touch, and you were someone who often craved it, so it was an easy matchup. You often were found draped over him or touching him somehow, even if the two of you weren’t talking or doing an activity together. You just liked to keep contact with the people around you, it kept you grounded. So, when Gris grabbed the blanket, you happily stood to let him make room for you. He lifted his legs onto the sofa, and parted them so you could sit between them, your back reclined sightly against his chest. He pulled the blanket up and over the both of you then, letting you fiddle and tuck it in around you both to keep you warm and comfortable.
Despite the fact that you chose what you were watching, you were unashamed to admit that it didn’t hold your attention for long. You were far more interested in the man behind you. You turned around where you sat to instead press your chests together, resting your chin on your hands to look up at him.
“Can I help you, darlin?” He asked, looking down at you with a single raised brow, and you shrugged in response. It took a moment for you to find anything to actually say.
“You ever kissed someone, Gris?” You asked, rather than actually addressing your change in attention, and Gris could only scoff. He was familiar with your fleeting whimsies by now.
“Couple times.” He replied, to which you nodded, going back to just studying him for a moment.
“Were they good?” You then asked, and he rolled his eyes.
“You’ve been spendin’ too much time with Amo askin’ things like that,” he said, voice gruff, but you knew he’d entertain you because he always did, “a mix. Some of them were alright, some of them weren’t worth remembering.”
“What? So you’ve never had a really really good kiss? Like tell everyone about it because it was that good?”
“Have you?” He asked, rather than responding.
“Nah. Not kissed all that many people since becoming a Cleaner, and I was too young before that to be kissing anyone that actually knew what they were doing.”
“Have you kissed any of the Cleaners?” Gris asked, a new curiosity dawning on him, along with something else clouding his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify.
“Ew, no. Other than like.. that one time I kissed Zanka’s cheek and made him short circuit.” You said with a laugh, and Gris’ tension faded away like it’d never been there before, replaced by humour at the memory. You’d once kissed Zanka’s cheek after being dared by Enjin when the kid got back from a mission, and he’d been unable to respond for a full five minutes after. It was sweet, but it certainly didn’t count as a real kiss.
“Y’know maybe we should kiss. Just to test it.” You casually suggested after a few comfortable, quiet moments passed between you. Gris’ eyes snapped back to your face, looking at you intently for a moment as he considered the intentions behind your words.
“To test it?” He questioned, looking generally unimpressed by that sentiment.
“What? Friends kiss each other all the time.” Came your response, sitting up a little and shuffling so you were sat on your own heels.
“That right?” Gris replied, clearly unconvinced.
“Oh c’mon Gris. It’d be fun. Besides, if you don’t like it after the first one then we can just stop, no big deal.” You justified, feeling the beating of your heart increase in pace steadily, until it was racing in your chest, thundering against your ribs relentlessly. Sure, maybe you’d had a thing for Gris for a while and maybe this was playing with fire a little bit but you’d never been known for being sensible.
Gris regarded you for a long moment, searching your face for whatever must’ve started this train of thought, but he was utterly stumped. You’d always been affectionate with him but you hadn’t ever expressed an interest in being more than friends. Right?
“One kiss.” He conceded, mostly to see the way your face split with a grin that made his own heart flutter. There was no better view to him than your face when you were happy. You bounced slightly in place, excitement flooding you quickly, and then leaned in with one hand braced on Gris’ chest and the other over his shoulder to kiss him slowly.
While it was technically one kiss, because your lips never parted, it was far beyond what either of you had been expecting. A small peck was roughly what you’d both been anticipating, but once your lips met it was like neither of you could find the strength to pull away. Your arm draped over his shoulder shifted to wrap around the back of his neck while his arms laying beside him rose to grip your hips and waist gently, keeping you in place as your lips moved together in sync.
When you parted, both of you were panting softly, with a soft blush high on Gris’ cheeks. You laughed softly, unable to hide the pleased grin on your face, while the man in front of you seemed dazed.
“You sure you only want one, big guy?” You couldn’t help teasing, eager to get back in there for another. Gris didn’t say anything for a long moment, eyes closed with his head tilted back as he just breathed. Like he was trying to compose himself.
“You’re playing with fire here, darlin. Keep it up, and I’ll show you just how much I’ve been wanting this.” Were the words that came next. You’d never been more surprised by something Gris had said. His words sent a jolt through you, heart thundering so loudly in your chest that you weren’t sure you’d be able to hear him if he spoke again. His voice came out rough and slightly strained, like the force of holding himself back made everything about him tense. You wanted to help him relax.
“Maybe I wanna see that.”
And that was all it took. Gris was on you in an instant, his tongue parting your lips without mercy. His hands around your waist tightened to keep you close, exploring your mouth without mercy or concern for the need for oxygen. You couldn’t say you were complaining though, certainly not. This was more than you’d ever dared to hope for with your silly questions. You tangled your fingers in Gris’ light hair, lightly tugging on it when he unexpectedly nipped your lip, which made him groan. You parted then, pupils blown wide, and pressed your foreheads together.
“God damn, Gris.” You muttered, making the both of you laugh.
“So, would you call that a really good kiss?” He questioned, a small smug smile tugging at his lips. You liked that look on him, you decided in that moment.
“You’ll have to show me again so I can be sure.”
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gachiakuta gris x reader; this is a part 1 and a trial for how this will go so I can do this for more characters!
Fluffy with some NSFW (female reader) under the cut!! Hopefully will get your tips on improving my nsfw writing (I can write better but trying to keep it a little vanilla oof); please enjoy!! ♡
Oh, this man was BORN to be a husband (my humble opinion ahem).
Gris isn’t big on public affection but his hand is always finding yours. Thumb brushing your knuckles. It's a grounding habit. A promise he doesn’t say out loud.
And it melts your heart every. single. time.
He always wakes up before you. Not because he has to—but because he likes watching you sleep. It’s one of the few moments where the world feels… safe. Like home.
Speaking of home, your home is modest, but Gris keeps it immaculately functional. Not sterile, more…intentional. Everything has a place. He is yet to give a reason for this but it's cute enough that you don't mind.
When you’re tired, Gris becomes quietly attentive. He won’t ask “what’s wrong?”, he’ll just bring you water, sit close, and let you lean on him.
He listens to you with his full attention. No distractions. No half-answers. When you speak, you matter. Period.
Gris doesn’t say “I love you” constantly… but when he does?
It’s low. Steady. Absolutely sincere. Like he’s choosing you again every time.
Especially after another mission, after the others have left or calmed down, he'd find someplace to be alone with you, his hands immediately seeking your waist. Forehead pressed onto yours, he whispers those three words rough, relieved and desperately.
It nearly breaks your heart each time.
He remembers tiny things: how you take your food, which side of the bed you like, what makes you go quiet instead of angry— he wants to know it all.
When you’re upset, he never raises his voice. Never at you, never at anyone else. Instead, he’ll say: “Talk to me. I’m here.” And he means it.
Gris is protective, but not controlling. He trusts you. And that trust? Sacred to him.
At night, he sleeps curled around you, one arm heavy over your waist. Like he’s anchoring himself to something real.
If you fall asleep somewhere else, he’ll carry you to bed without waking you. He’s careful—like you’re something fragile and priceless.
The world may be cruel and demanding of strength every time, but with you? Gris allows himself to be soft. Vulnerable. Human.
Marriage didn’t change him— it gave him something to come back to.
NSFW:
He's a big man. And incredibly strong.
On your first time, his hands shook as he held onto you, mumbling apologies at each move he made, eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or hurt.
After a lot of reassurance, he finally let himself off that tight leash he held himself with.
Besides, he wouldn't have been able to hold back much anyway with the look you were giving him—
Usually tries to be gentle with you but when he's rough, he can be ROUGH.
He has you arching off the bed with each thrust, his thick cock plunging into your sopping cunt, kissing your cervix until you were screaming into his shoulder.
“That's my girl… you're taking me so well…”
"Such a good girl... doing...ngh- so well..."
Those words with his fingers circling your clit nearly has you cumming on the spot-
Every time he thinks about slowing down, your pussy flutters so deliciously around him that he nearly loses his mind.
Forget about slowing down, he doesn't feel like he could stop.
That's another thing…man has STAMINA. He can go for hours even after a tedious mission.
Even as you're practically sobbing into the pillow torn between thinking about your aching core and the feeling of him filling you up for the umpteenth time, he still keeps going.
Absolutely has a safe word.
He knows his size and strength and would rather die than hurt you. Would stop immediately if you say the word.
AFTER-CARE KING. He treats you like a queen after each session, cleaning you up and carrying you to take a bath where you both definitely have another round in the shower—
Does love leaving love bites all around your body. Also loves kissing them after each session.
Flushes deeply if anyone sees it the next day though-
Thank you so much for reading! ♡
Though I've written nsfw and smut before this is the first time doing it in this blog and I really hope it's okay! Always open to any advice! Take care mwah!
gachiakuta enjin and gris x reader who's on her period; just fluff and the boys taking care of you; might be rusty; im on my period and I needed this *sobs* (very short sorry!) Hope you enjoy!! ♡
Enjin
Enjin immediately senses when your mood swings start hitting different notes—he calls it his “period radar.”
He insists on making you a care package before you even ask: chocolate, tea, heating pad, and a fluffy blanket. And yes, he has one of those extra soft fuzzy ones just for you.
If the cramps are bad, he’ll literally carry you around like a human burrito, patting your back and whispering dumb little jokes until you giggle through the pain.
He lowkey enjoys being in charge of movie nights when you’re PMSing; nothing complicated, just cartoons and comfort food.
He won’t ask “do you want this?” because he already knows you want it—he’s confident in your snack choices and won’t shame you for the third chocolate bar.
If you’re extra emotional, he gets emotional too. Expect dramatic sighs together on the couch, paired with lots of blanket cocooning.
And yes, he will gently tease you about the weird cravings—like pickles with ice cream—but only because he knows you secretly love it.
Basically makes sure you laugh your way through it; and makes sure you know he's never leaving you alone with this or anything else.
Gris
Gris is the ultimate “silent support” energy. He just knows when something’s off, and he shows up with a soft smile and a warm hug.
He’ll make you tea, sit with you in silence, and sometimes just hold your hand while you scroll through memes or watch sad romcoms.
Mood swings? He matches them. Feeling angsty or dramatic? Gris will dramatically sigh in solidarity and maybe throw a pillow at you playfully.
He doesn’t mind at all if you want to nap 14 times in a day. In fact, he’ll join you, even if it means awkwardly curled together under a blanket fortress.
Cramps? He knows exact pressure points for massages and isn’t afraid to ask where it hurts. Expect gentle back rubs and soft murmurs like, “I’ve got you.”
He’s low-key a period poet. He’ll write little notes or doodles for you to cheer you up, even if you don’t notice at first.
And snack raids? Gris is surprisingly strategic—he knows the best combination of sweet and salty to make your brain feel normal again.
He's always going to be there for you. It's not just a promise, but a reality.
I just wanted to ask— because I'm going around Tumblr to ask this to gachiakuta writers— who's your favorite gachiakuta writer? Like who's your top 3 fav writers, your honorable mentions— go crazy with it!
Sincerely 🫐 anon
AAHHH I FEEL SO HONOURED TO BE ASKED HEHE- so sorry this has been sitting in my ask box for a month now... But here they are!
I could not pick a top three, so I ended up picking a top eight!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @serotonins-stuff 🌂
Okay, listen. NO ONE can argue with the fact that her fics are literally GOATED. Like, there isn't a single thing she's posted that I haven't enjoyed reading! How are you so good babe? Seriously! Ate and left no crumbs! You want a guaranteed banger? She's the one you need to follow!!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @gachiakuta-lover 🍀
MY GIRL! Her blog is LITERALLY a garden guys, please take a step in and enjoy the variety of fics she has for you cause they are ALL AMAZING! The way she writes for Zanka is mmm! Gorgeous! And she's such a beautiful and kind person in general! I'm so happy to say she's my internet wife (no bias lol)!!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @solixiaa 🖤
Xia!!! Apart from being one of my dearest friends here, she's SO incredibly talented at writing it's crazy! She is really Zanka incarnate and her fics really show how much she loves the character! SCRUMPTIOUS! Her one-shots are to die for but she's also started with headcanons which are so good!!! Trust me, her blog is one you will not regret checking out hehe!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @barelyalivesstuff 🌼
Might be biased here since she is my desi twin but I'm telling you- you will never be in want for a good fic from her! She's got a myriad of fics from so many fandoms (now including gachiakuta you lucky peeps) and she GETS THE CHARACTERS SPOT ON EVERYTIME! Her writing is so cuteee I end up visualising everything! Treat yourself to her incredible menu babes!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @dollysveil 🌸
I feel like a princess everytime I step into their blog- CAUSE IT'S SO FREAKING CUTE AND AESTHETIC!! Everything from the layout to the fic design is just beautiful! Their fics are literally ones you NEED to check out! They capture the characters so well and they always have a such a buffet of characters you can choose in each fic!!! Definitely a blog to fall in love with!!!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @pumpkintoad 🍊
Mommy Again another AMAZING friend I have here!! She's so supportive and kind and her Zanka fics are just- ate and left no crumbs girlie!!! Honestly end up reading them again and again- comfort reads for sure!!! She also has other fandoms she writes for so you can have a truly DELECTABLE course in her blog hehe!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @hckzee 🔮
HEAR ME OUT- their boyfriend headcanons got me giggling and kicking my feet everytime I read them!!! An absolute GURU in the headcanons department yess!! But not to say that's all they have- their fics are just as good and I love how they write fr!! I love seeing their fics on my dash and trust me you will too!!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @misseyp ☕️
Just discovered their blog and I am in LOVE! How they write for each character got me falling in love over and over again!! They do have some nsfw posts which are also absolutely DELICIOUS (especially Gris oof) and I really look forward more from them! So excited!!
I'm still fairly new to the fandom and am slowly discovering more blogs as we speak so if I haven't added anyone in here rn- babe you are amazing and I love and support you all! Shoutout to all fanfic writers out there for doing the Lord's work! Yess!!
Love you guys a lot and keep up the good work! Have a nice day, mwah!! ♡♡
