You're sick and Horny, since Enjin isn't at home you decided to do it on your own. Only to get caught right in the middle of it.
Part 1 - Part 2 (August) - Part 3 (Tamsy)
w: masturbation, fingering, eating p, p in v, pussy drunk, having a cold and sex, sex, explicit language, getting caught, foreplay, it's literally Kinktober what do you expect? MDNI
This morning, it was just a slight scratch in your throat and a bit of exhaustion. When you bid your boyfriend Enjin goodbye as he left for a mission with Rudo and Zanka, you didn’t think you’d end up just a couple of hours later in bed, sweaty, your body burning up, and your throat hurting with every swallow.
Your blanket hang loosely on your feet as you shifted from side to side, trying to get some cool fabric on your skin.
You felt high, as if you’d smoke a ruthless blunt. You almost felt embarrassed that your panties were soaked and your mind was running with explicit thoughts. You clenched your thighs together, hoping it would soothe your lustful desires.
You bit your lower lip.
You felt like the woman in the book you were reading, who was having a full-blast heat.
You breathed in the faint, musky scent of Enjin that was mixed with tobacco that still lingered, and your heart thumped heavily in your chest. Your nipple began to harden at the memory of him of him this morning. Shirtless, dressed only in his boxers. His tattoos raking across his body, trailed down to his V-line.
You couldn’t help but fantasize about his cock.
Your hand rose to touch your hardened nipple, squeezing it between your thumb and index finger. You imagined how Enjin would always trail his tongue over it, simultaneously squeezing and pulling with his fingers. His tongue would play with it, twirling it, and sucking on it as if milk would drip from it if he only nursed hard enough.
A low, needy whimper tore from your still hurting throat. You desperetaley craved the solid anchor of his weight and heat, the feel of his skin fused to yours, and the sound of his rough deep voice.
That voice would usually be a low rumble against your ear, delivering explicit, dirty words and deep, guttural hums and groaned that made your core clench and your breath catch.
Your solitary touch felt thin and insufficient. Your free hand slid down your belly, a direct line to the throbbing aching desire pooled between your legs. Your fingers slipped beneath the waistband, pushing the material aside, and immediately began to circularly caress your slick, swollen clitoris.
In your feverish delirium, the pressure became a focused hallucination, a desperate effort to summon the precise, hypnotic rhythm of Enjin’s tongue until the heat of your body and the friction of your touch were impossible to separate.
The hand that had been tormenting your breast now traveled lower to tease your folds. Your slim fingers felt buttery inadequate compared to his thick, tattooed ones.
You moaned, the sound raw and desperate, when your finger slid inside. Your core immediately clenched, a rush of warmth tightening around the intrusion. You closed your eyes, vividly imagining the god-like movements Enjin would make inside your pussy. You desperately needed him, but this frantic, feverish touch was currently better than nothing.
Your fingers began to move in a feverish rhythm, sliding in and out while simultaneously rubbing your clitoris, desperately trying to simulate his movements. A long, shuddering moan escaped your lips as you finally felt the familiar, exquisite knot tightening deep in your abdomen, ready to finally release.
“Sweetheart, I heard it got worse-“
The sound of his voice was like a bucked of ice cold water thrown over your over-heating skin. Your eyes snapped open, wide and startled, fixing on Enjin’s silhouette standing in the doorway. He shut the door softly behind him, the quiet click of the lock loud in the sudden stillness, his striking golden eyes never leaving the wet, crumpled pool you had just left on the bed.
“That is… unexpected.”
The desire that had been building instantly crumbled. You still hadn’t moved, your walls now clenching around nothing as your fingers quickly slipped out of your folds the moment the lock clicked. He leaned his Umbreaker against the door. His entire focus was fixed on you.
You were so close too.
Your lusftul eyes tracked down his figure as he pulled off his long, grayish white uniform jacket and threw it on the ground with a harsh, muffled plop. His tactical gear quickly followed. The heavy, purposeful stride he took toward the bed made you gulp again, and the resulting spasm in your throat made the pain flare.
“Enjin,” you breathed out, the sound a low, ragged rasp. Your body was still a chaotic mess of blistering heat and sudden, icy chills.
Enjin breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet, musky aroma that now saturated the heated air of the room. He took in the sight of you.
Your legs parted on the bed, and the evidence of your arousal, the glistening slickness dripping from your cunt. You were still heavily sweating, and your fingers were smeared with the delicious honey pooling between your legs, your panties pushed just to the sideband your nipples painfully hard.
His blood instantly surged and pumped low, feeling the distinct, hard twitch of his own cock beneath his utility pants.
“How is your throat?” His voice was a low, dangerous rasp, thick with barely contained lust and hunger.
“Hurts,” you managed to mutter. It was the honest truth, the pain in your throat was a sharp, constant ache.
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he sat down directly in front of you, his breath was heavy. Heavy like the lust that was hanging in the air. His gaze never leaving yours, his fingers descended, collecting the slick, warm essence from your folds. You whimpered, wanting nothing more than him to finish the job you started. He then slowly lifted his hand to his mouth, meeting your gaze as he sucked your flavor, your scent, your surrender directly off his fingers.
Fuck.
“You taste perfect and addicting as always.”
“Please,” you chocked out, the plea raw and desperate, your core screaming for the relief that had been held hostage for too long.
“Please what?” He drawled. He leaned in, his face only a few millimeters from yours, his hot breath fanning across your skin. God, you needed him badly.
“I need you,” you whimpered.
“For what?” He flashed a slow, knowing smile, enjoying the exquisite agony of the tease.
A low whine escaped your throat, and you instinctively moved your hands back toward your aching core, desperate to climax now.
Enjin’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. “Nu-uh.” Tears well up in your eyes as Enjin denied your final release.
He smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth as he pushed your fingers into his mouth, licking off the juice that was left on it. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood. You can’t take it anymore, you need him now inside of you.
Your free hand went to his pants as you pulled it down, or rather tried. Enjin let go of your hand as he chuckled. “Eager.” The remark made you blush in embarrassment. Neitherless Enjin finally moved down pushing your panties down and throwing it across the room. His large hands gripped onto your thighs keeping them in place as he kissed his way up to your needy, clenching hole.
The cold breeze on your overheated skin made you shudder. The way his teeth were pulling onto your inner thigh flesh, soft yet hard enough to make you feel it, it was electrifying. Normally you’d enjoy this, but your hunger was already way too high to get satisfaction just from skin teasing.
Enjin jumped a bit as he felt your legs pulling him closer to your entrance. It was addicting the way his breath was fanning over your pulsating aching entrance. Enjin licked slowly off, your moan only encourages him to dive in.
Eating it like he was a starved man. Sound of your squishy cunt and sucking made your mind go completely hazy. Hips shaking, finally the feeling of release building up. The way your breath shortened and your whole body shuddered from the pleasure Enjin was giving you. Enjin’s dick twitched under his boxers, his pants hang low from your attempt to pull them down.
His tongue pressed onto the spot that almost made you scream. His fingers circling in a motion that made you see stars. Everything went black for a second.
Your chest was heaving up and down, the yelp you made when Enjin’s tongue slipped out of you brought a smirk to his face. Heavy lidded eyes stared at him, in mixture of exhaustion and lust. Finally the release you were so in need of washed over you. The liquid was dripping down from his mouth, his tongue licking the remains on his lips.
Oddly enough it aroused you even more, your cum freshly dripping acting like a lube. Throat was aching from the scream that released.
“Fuck.” It was the finally straw. It all happened in a flash, Enjin’s pants was flying through the room, boxers quickly followed. The violence of the eager movement sparked a new wave of heat into you, you immediately reached out to claw the shirt from his shoulders. Before the shirt even hit the floor, Enjin was already on you, a real desperation in his kiss.
The Kiss was hard, his hand on the back on your neck was pressing you closer to him. A nip on your lip, a plea to let him inside, and you let him. His dick was pressing almost into you, the heat from his skin a physical torment, you simply thrusts your hips to meet him.
After what felt like ages, his lips left yours, his golden eyes admiring your now red swollen lips. He leaned down, his tip sliding smoothly inside of you. “You’re so, hot you know that?” His forehead pressed onto yours, the whole room was heating up and the arousal was definitely clutching at your lungs, making your breath stutter out as a ragged gasp.
With a guttural groan, Enjin suddenly ended the slow torment and drove his full length into you.
He was filling you to the brim, and it wasn’t even fully inside of you. His thickness was stretching you so good that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. When Enjin finally moved you cried out, his groans was only firing you up more as you move your hips to meet his.
With every thrust he went in deeper, your pussy quenched as your previous climax was slowly pushed in and out. Enjin’s tattoos were shining in the low light, his sweat was pearling down his muscular lean body.
His thrust was becoming more ruthless. He was pounding into, skin slapping was echoing through the room. Your sick state only doubled your sensitivity, the previous climax times three.
You were an absolute mess.
In the chaos of the inhumane pounding, Enjin lifted his head and captured your mouth, swallowing your gasp with a desperate, crushing kiss. In the moments like this, you quickly get reminded that Enjin has a huge stamina and is very fast and powerful.
You were his life essence. And he’d prove it to you anytime, just like right now. “I love you.” His thrust felt like he was rearranging your guts, fuck and you loved every moment of it. Even when you’re sick he still manages to give you pleasures of this extend.
“Fuck, that’s right.” He was slowly losing himself, the feeling of your warm walls and knowing this all belongs to him was driving him mad.
“E-Enjin.” Sweat was beading down his chest, His large hands that were holding your legs steady, pushed them further down. His pelvic pushed down his dick thrusts into you further than before. “Oh my-“ It was too much and the pain mixed with pleasure tore a strangled, desperate scream from your lungs as you finally shattered. You came hard as he pumped his dick in uncontrollable way in and out of you.
You were so overstimulated and your mind was so close to shut off. Body already weak from the cold. You hissed as he pressed down into you, his cum slowly spurted into you as you lost your consciousness.
FINALLY IT'S DONE
Hope you like it🫡
I was sick and I thought, why not making it the "plot".
You want to Help August with designing the outfits for the Doll festival but you two ended up doing it in his workplace.
This turned out quite short. (It's really short but I added extra content lol)
w: p in v, doggy, explicit language, lowkey manhandling(if you squint your eyes), overstimulation, body painting, switching positions, August is very vocal
Part 1 (Enjin), Part 2 (August), Part 3 (Tamsy)
You don’t know how you got here, bent over on the table chest pressing against the sketches that you and August did. Ass up and getting pounded from behind. The mixed essence from August and you dripping down between your legs. The heat on your cheeks only doubles when you hear the sounds your body was making.
August lewd language was making your heart flutter as his dick stretched you out in a good way. “Fuck Baby!” You almost had to laugh how August was so vocal when you two did the deed.
How you two ended up in this situation? You aren’t really sure. One moment you were focused on the task and another August was buried deep inside of you and marking your complete back with hickeys.
August glasses slipped slightly down revealing his half hooded eyes to you. The way he didn’t suppressed his sounds and just let loose. Moaning and groaning, almost screaming was making you leak even more to take more of his length.
Table shaking under you, the equipment rattling from the fierce pace you two forced onto the working place. “I Love that pussy! The way you just swallow me whole like the good slut you are!” Whining at his voice, you felt him go even faster. Your nail scratched on the wooden surface as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your release.
“August!” His hips meeting yours in a hard slap that reddened the skin and made you shudder under the pleasure it was giving you. He gripped your waist tight holding you in place. Tongue gliding on your back which was the last straw, your scream made August smirk in pride.
Before you could calm down from your high he flipped you over, your chest now facing him. Nipple hard from the cold and arousal, seeing it as an invitation August leaned forward and bit hard on it and sucking onto it, making you scream in pain and pleasure after.
You whined as August still moved in and out, pushing your climax right back in. The laugh he let out was making your heart pound even louder in fear. What is he planning? When August gripped your legs, your terrified eyes met his as he just smirked, then your whole body shifted. You were on your back as he just flipped your whole body 180°.
His fingers pulled something out of his pocket. A pen? “Let’s mark this beautiful body!”
Huh
“August?” His dick bullied back into you, shutting you off completely, the cold ink from the pen was making you shudder even more. How is this even possible?
You were fucking overstimulated and he was pushing you ti the near edge.
*****
“Why are you covered in ink?” Rudo asked as he eyed you weirdly.
“It’s nothing Rudo.”
Here is the part I scrapped, I personally thought it didn't fit in (And I didn't really liked it). But I feel bad for it to not see the daylight:
When you met August the first time to get your full face, you were very surprised how much it fitted to your style and personality.
As a Fashion designer yourself you found that very impressive, it's an art in itself to mix the personality into clothing.
He has a very big personality and it just drew you in. The fact that he’s not afraid to show emotion was making you kind of crush on him.
Not like he noticed your feelings.
You can’t help but feel shy every time you’re next to him, hoping no one will get the hang of what exactly is happening. Even Enjin, Riyo and Semiu gave you that knowing look, meanwhile Rudo is… well Rudo.
Another thing that got your heart beating is that you two share the same passion. Fashion. Meanwhile you have the ideas in your head and sketch a lot of ideas on, he has the skill to actually make them come alive.
So, when Enjin pleaded you to help August to finish the outfits for the doll festival, you were more than happy to help.
Your sneakers made almost no noise when you walked to his workplace. The walls were full painted in graffiti and that unique style you always appreciate. It made your heart flutter in inspiration and made your fingers tingle to create something.
The more nearer you came to his door, the more loud the heavy music blasted even through his closed door.
Knocking will not do the Job.
So instead you just barged in, music attacking your ear as you hissed in pain. “HEYYOOO! How can I help you with!” His usual loud tone brought a smile to your face, or maybe it was your heart that started to pump a lot faster and harder. You’re very surprised how Eisha turned out so soft spoken with a brother and grandmother that were having a hard time speaking like her.
“Heard you could get use of a second hand.” Your body heated up as you saw him smiling from ear to ear. “YEAH! You always have a very dope ideas too!” You laughed at his direct compliment. God you want him down bad. Shaking your head from the naughty thought, maybe it would shake away.
No it didn’t.
It got even worse.
When you two worked together all you could focus on was how precise he was in his work. You couldn’t help but think what else he can do with those hands. Sighing, thinking about just asking, “Do you have a girlfriend,”eyes widened as you realized that you said it out loud.
August froze as he slowly looking at you. You never saw August caught that off guard. “I mean-“ “No. But I am indeed interest in one hell of a woman!” Oh, well that was unexpected but that is August you’re talking to. The master of doing the unexpected and most random things. You couldn’t help but feeling that twinge pang of jealousy. The whole room was silence for a minute, every little sound was as loud as a bomb that blew up in front of you. The music slowly got more quiet and all you could think about is who that woman is.
August body spun around to face you fully, his almost white hair shining in the little light that highlights the sketches you two worked on till now. His wide smile and his glasses were all you could really focus on.
I mean who wouldn’t want him.
He is direct, isn’t afraid to say his opinion and is the definition of an extrovert.
Now you just want to leave. Your heart twisting in agonizing pain, face dropping unintentionally. Why couldn’t you just be quiet for once.
“She’s so fire! Her Designs are always the coolest and boldest! She’s so dope in everything she does and she’s right now right here with me!”
Tw: abusive parents, abusive relationships, toxic, Cheating (not to the reader), Angst, traumatic childhood - you've been warned
Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4
Your eyes felt heavy, every muscle screaming in Pain. It had been years since your body felt this way, weak, trembling and broken. You prayed you’d never have to feel it again. And yet here you were, throat torched as if filled with lava, sweat soaking your skin your chest struggled to rise and fall.
“You useless bitch of a wife!” Papa’s voice cracked through the walls, sharp and ugly. “The only thing you wrestle worth was when you were pregnant! Even then, you gave me nothing but a cursed ugly singing daughter!”
There was a crash, a scream, and then silence. Mama’s muffled sob soon followed after.
You clutched your two broken dolls tighter. One was named Rika and the other Sho. One of Rikas arm was missing, Sho only had half of the face, the other half burned from Papa. He tossed it into the fire.
You rocked them gently and sang a lullaby Mama used to hum to you. Her voice was so soft, a bit cracked but sweet. You wished she would still sang. Lately, all you heard from her was crying.
Papa hated when you sang. He always said your voice made him sick. Once he shoved your face into the hot ashes until you gagged black, laughing that maybe you’d learn to shut your “cursed mouth”. Another time he dragged you by the hair and locked you and Mama in the closet while he invited another woman in your home.
You remembered it clearly. The creaking, the noises, Mama’s shaking beside you, her nail digging into your flesh as you bled. How she cried into your clothing.
You thought Papa was playing a game, but Mama looked like she wants to disappear from this world. When you asked her why you weren’T allowed to play with papa too, she slapped her hand over your mouth, her eyes wide and wet. She whispered, “Don’t speak. Please don’t speak.”
You didn’t understand why Papa liked playing those games more than being with you and Mama. Why Mama cried while Papa was enjoying himself.
Papa always called her names, threw dishes, and told you both you were worthless.
Your room smelled rotten. The walls bore cracks from thrown bottles and dishes, your sheets were stained and stiff, and your knee still hurt from the last time Papa made you kneel on the broken glass he broke.
He said it was to “make you strong.” But you didn’t feel strong. Just tired.
Was this what your classmates called love?
Was this is the way how Papa shows his love?
Maybe mama was crying because of something you did.
You hugged your dolls tighter, pressing them to your bruised ribs, and sung louder the lullaby, even as Papa’s voice rose again in the other room. Your lip still busted where he split it open, but you smiled anyway.
Maybe, if you smiled long enough, maybe Mama would too.
If that is love.
You want to never experience it.
“She’s still asleep,” Riyo said, her arms crossed as she studied your unmoving body on the hospital bed. “Why is she even here? Shouldn’t she be locked down or something?”
Her sharp green eyes cut towards Enjin. “Your empathy always seems to shock me, Enjin.”
Enjin didn’t reply. His spiky blonde hair caught the dim light, shadowing the scar carved along the side of his skull. Tattoos curled up his throat, just visible above his red tank top beneath his long, grayish-white uniform coat. His golden eyes stayed locked on you. He looked like he always did: calm.
But his silence wasn’t the usual care free kind.
Riyo sighed and left, muttering under her breath, the door shutting with a dull click.
Enjin leaned against the back of the chair, arms folded, his earrings glinting as he shifted. Normally he’d smirk, crack a joke, and leave strays like you on their own. You choose your way, being under the Raiders care. But the memory of your Jinki, your voice shaking walls, bending metal, screaming with rage and pain, still rattled him. There is no doubt that you’re a powerful giver. You were strong. Too strong and too broken.
His usual unbothered confidence frayed at the edges. He should want you chained or dead for whatever you did with his friends. But he didn’t, and he hated that.
Then your body jolted. A shiver ran through you, then a sudden ragged sob broke the silence. Enjin straightened just as you gasped awake, clutching for air as though drowning. Tears stream down your face.
A sad sight for such a pretty woman.
“Whoa, whoa,” He said, raising his hands, his voice low, steady. “Calm down. Your#e safe. For now.” The moment he stepped closer you flinched backwards, pressing your head against the headboard of the hospital bed. “Don’t come closer!”
He froze, boots planted firm. Then, with almost a lazy shrug, he stepped back. Giving you the distance you demanded. His eyes, though, fixed on you, observing.
“Nightmare?” He asked, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Sounded like more than that, huh?”
“Fuck off.” You throat was still raw. “Where am I?”
Enjin smirk widened, sharp as a knife. “Not scared anymore, huh?”
You glared. “I asked you a question, blondie.”
A vein ticked in his temple, but instead of snapping, he leaned closer, but still in a respectful distance. Tattoos shifting with the motion, the piercings in his ears gleamed when he tilted his head. His grin was cruel, but his voice was calm, almost too calm.
“You’re at the Cleaners HQ. Where you decided to break in and nearly tear the place apart. The half of the building is destroyed. Now…” he tapped his umbrella that rest against his shoulder, “…why?”
“None of your business.”
He chuckled, his voice low. “It actually is. And if you enjoy keeping that pretty mouth of yours in one piece, you’ll answer.”
But instead of fear, you grinned, eyes flashing. “Oh, really? I didn’t succeed. So It’s nothing you should worry about.”
Enjin clicked his tongue. The scar on his head caught the light as he tilted, you wondered what may happened for this brutal scar. “You know they’ll send someone after you. Maybe even taking the information you wanted to receive. If you’re that Important though, tell me…” He landed further in, his grin widening as his voice dropped into a dangerous purr. “Why send someone precious on a suicide mission? And why you?”
His golden eyes glowed, unblinking, sharp as fangs.
“What are you supposed to be, little nymph?” His smirk broke wider, curious to see your reaction. “Or a siren?”
“Oh, you think you’re so funny. I’m neither of that.” You huffed, irritation sharpening your voice. You reached for the glass of water beside your bed, your muscles groaning in pure pain. Fuck, what happened?
Enjin leaned back a little, his grin widening. “I’d debate that. You can use your voice to kill, to break people apart from inside. That’s what a siren is.”
You gave him nothing but an annoyed glare. “You do know that Sirens use their voice to lure people in and then they eat them. I am everything but not a cannibal.”
“Anyway…” He tilted his head. “I want you to help us.”
That caught you off guard. You blinked confused. “Help you? Give me one good reason why I should do anything for you.”
His smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it grew sharper. “Glad you asked. Tell me, do you actually like it with the Raiders?”
The words hit harder than you wanted them to.
You didn’t answer. And that silence said enough.
Did you like it? No. Not really. The Raiders weren’t a real home, not the way people romanticized. They left you alone until they needed you, treated your Jinki like a weapon. But at least they didn’t silence you. At least they didn’t try to break you for singing. They give you scraps of worth. They gave your pain a price tag and gave you something you were of use of. Which was more than your father or anyone else ever had.
And wasn’t that better than nothing?
Or maybe not. Because deep down you knew, you were only a tool. The second your voice stopped being useful, they’d discard you.
Just like Papa used to throw away Mama.
But if you help Enjin and the Cleaners… could you ever go back? And if you couldn’t what then?What would Zodyl do with you? If he found out you’d even hesitate give an answer.
You didn’t know.
What would happen if the Cleaners deemed you as useless. Worthless. Your eyes shifted to the colorless blanket that was draped around your body.
Your chest ached with the weight of the choice. The Raiders had given you purpose, ugly as it was. But Enjin was offering something different. Not belonging, not warmth, but… respect. A deal. One predator to another. And that made your pulse stutter in a way you hated.
Are you even able to do something… right?
Your voice only destroys.
So why?
Enjin’s chuckle pulled you back. “I’ll be honest. You and the Raiders are after the Watchman series, yeah? So are we. We want to know how to reach the surface. That’s where we overlap.” He leaned forward slightly, tattoos shifting as his coat fell wider open. “So. You and me, we work together. Share what we know. Everyone gets what they want.” Your nails dug into your palms as you looked down at your hands. What you wanted was simple:
Finish your mission, to have something to offer the Boss, to prove that you weren’t useless. But another part of you, the part that still hummed when you thought no one could hear, wanted more than that.
The decision you’re about to make, will bite you back in time. You know it.
Finally, your voice cracked the silence, “…Okay.”
Enjin clapped once, slow and deliberate. “Good. Then we’ll work together.” His tone dropped into steel. “But listen well, Siren.”
You glanced up at him and froze. His golden eyes were glowing now, sharp enough to kill you where you sat. “If I catch you hurting one of my people, If I see you playing both sides, you’re done.”
The words were quite. Not loud, not shouted, but calm and final. It was the kind of the calm before the storm.
It held a promise.
You swallowed hard. Fuck, What had you agreed to?
A/n: I feel so sorry for her, there's also so much to unravel for her character. I hope you're all doing good!
could you do helluva boss satan x fallen angel reader relationship headcanons the reader has the patience of all the saints known to man
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Satan x Fallenangel!reader
I hope this meets your expectations! It was fun to write.🎀
Tw: None
The Headcanon Begins after the cut
The first time you meet Satan, his irritation is impossible to miss. He glares at you like your very existence is an inconvenience. It doesn’t take long for you to realize why—your calm, collected demeanor is everything he isn’t. No matter how hard he tries to provoke you, whether through biting comments or fiery outbursts, you remain unflappable. You can feel the flames of his frustration burning hotter every time you smile softly in response.
You’re used to his dramatic huffs and rolled eyes whenever you speak during trials. As Lucifer’s adviser, you take your role seriously, ensuring fairness and advocating for those without a voice. Satan’s glares bore into you, but you continue speaking, your melodic tone steady and soothing. Though he pretends not to care, you catch the way his gaze lingers when you stand up for the lower classes.
The first time you really talk to Satan, it’s almost by accident. You approach him with the same calm patience you show everyone, expecting nothing in return. At first, he’s gruff, clearly expecting you to lecture or patronize him. But when you simply listen, offering a warm smile and a thoughtful nod here and there, he begins to talk—about his day, his frustrations, even his siblings. His words pour out like a storm, and you let him vent, occasionally adding a gentle observation that makes him pause and look at you differently.
Something changes after that. Satan starts seeking you out more often, finding excuses to cross your path. You notice how his temper seems to ease when you’re around. He’s still the embodiment of Wrath, but his fire feels less destructive, more contained. You see the cracks in his armor, the moments where his frustration gives way to vulnerability, and it tugs at something deep inside you.
When Satan asks you out for the first time, you’re genuinely surprised. His confidence seems intact, but you catch the hint of nervousness in his voice. He takes you to his ring, proudly showcasing his domain and accomplishments. At first, you admire the raw power of it all, but as you start to notice the inequalities in how his citizens are treated, you can’t hold back. You bring it up gently, not to criticize, but to guide. His reaction is predictably fiery—he shouts, frustrated and defensive—but you stay calm, speaking to him like his outburst is nothing more than a passing storm.
By the time Satan invites you on a second date, he’s clearly trying harder. This time, it’s a quiet dinner at a cozy restaurant. When the food arrives, something unexpected happens—you feel genuine excitement bubbling up inside you. It’s rare for you to let your composure slip, but when you see one of your favorite dishes, you can’t help but smile brightly, your eyes shining with joy. Satan notices immediately, his usual scowl softening into a chuckle. You catch him staring at you, a fondness in his expression that makes your heart flutter.
As the days turn into weeks, you find yourself spending more and more time with him. Satan’s gruff demeanor starts to feel endearing, and the way he softens around you becomes one of your favorite things. He’s protective to a fault—one day, when a group of sinners makes cruel comments about you, you brush it off, unbothered. But Satan? He’s furious. His rage flares, and it takes everything you have to calm him down. His fiery protectiveness is both overwhelming and oddly touching, and it only deepens your affection for him.
When Satan kisses you, it’s like being enveloped in flames—intense and consuming, but not unpleasant. There’s a surprising tenderness to his passion, moments where his lips linger as if he’s savoring every second. For the first time, your own patience starts to waver. You find yourself wanting more, craving the heat of his touch and the fire in his eyes.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become inseparable. Satans fiery temper and your endless patience balance each other perfectly. You see past his wrath to the vulnerable, protective side he hides from everyone else, and he adores you for your ability to love him without judgment. Together, you’re an unlikely pair—chaos and calm, fire and serenity—but in your heart, you know you were made for each other.
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Samiu adjusted her glasses, the faint gleam of her lenses hiding her eyes as she looked at Enjin, he gave a single nod to confirm her statement. “She even healed herself. Which also means that the Raiders have a healer in their Team. An annoying addition is that she fights well, she uses blades as her advantage besides her Jinki. Another addition is that I can’t figure out her Jinki.” He exhaled smoke from his cigarette, eyes narrowing in thoughts.
“I didn’t saw her channeling it through any object. There was just this tone, a certain like singing melody. It almost seems like she was singing. But that is impossible. A Jinki is an object and not an organ…” Enjin scratched his chin inhaling the nicotine from cigarette in stress.
He wants to understand whatever was wrong with his enemy and it’s pissing him off that he can’t think of any plausible Vital Instrument.
Arkha, the Leader from the Cleaner, sat still in silence, his presence filling the space with weight. He stepped towards the window, hands beside his form as his jacket hang loose on his shoulder. His cold empty grey eyes searched for something in the polluted horizon.
“Whatever it is, it’s a Pity.” He murmured, “And she didn’t use her full strength. She could’ve been so much more. Yet she chose such a radical path. Truly a pity.”
Samiu nod in agreement.
Enjins golden eyes hushed towards the window, silently agreeing with his leader.
******
“I told you to stay put. I don’t need them to know about you, or rather your Jinki.” It was no surprise to you to be scolded by Zodyl. You ha d specific, clear orders and yet curiosity got the best of you and you went over the top. Using your Jinki, even if it was just brief.
“It looks like they protect him,” Zodyl hands clenched, showing his anger and yet in his face were decorated with no emotions.
It doesn’t happen often that you get scared, but the sweat that pearled down you neck and the shaking in your whole body betrayed your usual cold demeanor.
“You don’t need to tell me what I already know. You’re Important, more Important than you know. I don’t need them to know the extend of your powers. Or else I’ll have to put you in the room again, you don’t want that right?”
The room.
Your eyes twitched as you drowned down the feeling of the tear welling up in your eyes. Don’t show.
That’s what he wants.
“That won’t be necessary sir.”
“Then stop messing around and do exactly what I tell you.” His stare was cold and had no single emotion in them, sometimes you question if you have the same look in your eyes.
“You’re useless.” The words sting in your ear, even if it was just swift. You heard him. A memory you just wished would be burned and ripped out of your brain like he did with your vocals a long time ago.
He’s dead, He can’t do anything to you.
“I need you to do something for me.” His voice was normal again, you breathed in. This isn’t any good.
“I want you to do something for me.”
*********
“This woman was… strange,” Rudo muttered, leaning back in his chair. He still felt the energy that pushed around you and Enjin, the rage of power. His red eyes stared on his lollipop as he unraveled the sugar bomb.
Zanka raised a brow. “What woman?” He hadn’t been there when all the shit went down and his patient was already thinning.
“How’s the client?” Follo asked as he polished his hammer with the utmost care.
“He’s in the hospital,” Enjin replied, lighting already his 10th cigarette of the day. Smoke curled upward, thin and bitter. “Still asleep, I don’t know what she did with him, but whatever it was… it shut him down completely. It’s almost like he’s in a coma. Which is kind of a problem.”
Zanka scowled, why were they ignoring him? “You’re all ignoring my question. What woman?”
Enjin finally turned to him, his eyes narrowing. “We encountered a new Raider,” His words carried weight, the kind that silenced the room for a moment. Zanka straightened his back as this was very Important to him. “But she wasn’t like the others. She could heal herself… and fought with a Katana. Very efficient and controlled. Beyond that,” He exhaled with an exaggerated groan before inhaling the cigarette, “we know nothing.”
“Perfect,” Zanka muttered, crossing his arms with his stick in his hold. “Just what we needed. Another problem we don’t understand.”
The silence that followed was heavier than before. No one of them wanted to admit it, but the image of you, broken bones, laying in their own pool of blood. And a humming tune with power that made even the air shake in fear. It lingered in their mind.
“Well, we’ll just-“
“Hey, do you know where- Hello?”
One of the Supporter, very new, unsure and young, frowned as his word trailed off. His eyes flicked over your figure. “Who…are you?”
You tilted your head, smile faint but cold. “You Cleaners are very stupid.” Your voice laced the air with venom, each word way too sharp to be ignored. The whole room went silent and all the attention was on you.
Great.
Zodyl is going to be pissed.
“Don’t you feel betrayed? This world used to be beautiful. No trash, no trash beast. And now it’s rotten. Overrun with trash and monster until we’re crawling toward extinction. Friends, Family, they die all because of them. How good would the world be without heaven.” Your tone was dripped with darkness. “Aren’t you angry?”
The supporter shifted uncomfortably at you words, caught between interest, fear and defensiveness.
But it wasn’t him who froze, no.
It was Enjin.
The moment the voice reached him, he stiffened, recognition flashing across his sharp features. He turned slowly, eyes locking on you.
There it was again.
In his eyes.
Anger and annoyance.
“What are you doing in here?” His words were measured, but beneath the mockery, there was something taut, like he didn’t quite trust his own reaction.
In seconds, the Cleaners surrounded you, stepping forward with weapons raised.
You sighed, exaggerated and weary, as though their hostility was nothing more than a child’s tantrum. “I’m not here for trouble. I just got lost.”
Enjins tall frame pushed through the circle. His earrings shining in the dim light and his Umbrella jinki scratched the ground, breaking the silence with a screeching sound. The golden orbs stared at yours, predator watching their pray. “Got Lost? You?” You rolled your eyes, unimpressed. “Now, if you’d excuse me-“ Enjin opened his mouth but shut it quickly when the air around him started to swing again.
It was again this humming tune, Soft, Sweet. Deceptive.
And then it shifted. The tune slithered into the walls, crawling into every skull in the room. The supporter cried out in pain, hands flying to his ears. The others quickly followed, staggering, groaning as the sound grew hotter, sharper, until it felt like fire pressing into their heads.
It felt like their head is going to explode.
You moved with ease through the chaos. The supporter who tried to talk with you, stumbled towards you, blocking your path. Without any hesitation, you drove your boot into his chest. He hit the ground hard, gasping in pain, while you stepped over him, like he was a piece of trash.
Around you everyone seem to collapse to their knees, dizzy, sick, some almost fainting as your sharp melody drilled its way into their brain. Only that stupid blonde was still starring at you, grinning. And it pissed you off. His comrades were at the brink of dying and he’s just smirking, what is wrong with that guy?
“You know, the last time we crossed paths, I let you ran away.”
Enjin’s smirk widened but his eyes were burning into you, his umbrella was glowing vibrant as he activated his Jinki. Showing off his Umbreaker. “I won’t let that happen again.”
Something like amusement unfurled across your face. But your chest told the real story of rage. Your chest was burning, cold. Your eyes flared like his, showing him that your Jinki was more than willing to do more than just frying brains.
Your eyes travelled his figure, why isn’t he affected by your tunes?
His grin was told you already that he thinks he has the control. Oh you hate how he thinks you’re so naive and he’s so smart. So full of shit. You grit your teeth,”You probably think why I am not affected by your siren song, right? It’s pretty easy.” He tapped his fingers on his ear, showing the ear buds, “Zanka always has them, now they turned out to be pretty useful.” You chuckled at his stupidity.
“You know I hate men who think they’re the strongest,” the words came out shredded and dismorphed. Different than your usual voice. Enjin still was smirking, but he can’t deny your voice was still burning.
He doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to withstand the pain.
“They always die the quickest.”
Your Voice broke the room like falling glass hitting the stone floor. It was distorted and enormous, as if several mouths spoken in perfect, terrible unison. Like chalk rubbing uncomfortable on the Blackboard. Enjin winced when the hum you used turned into harmonics that crawled up the walls, bending them in unnatural way. You used the opportunity to finally sprint your way to the exit. You need to leave and that fast.
Enjin’s grip tightened. The Umbreaker trembled in his hand, not from fear. It was the knowledge that this fight tilted completely south.
He needed to knock you out and that quickly, you can’t escape. Not after you attacked the base and almost destroying the complete building. Enjin wouldn’t let that happen.
Forcing himself out of hospital thoughts he charged towards you in full speed, blocking the path for your escape. You clicked your tongue, fuck.
Your angered heightened as his smirk was beginning to set you off even more. “Just one word,” You said as each syllable swung like a blade, “no, one tune. One note and you’re done for. So tell me, Enjin,” the name was dripped in venom, Enjin couldn’t deny that this is scary.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
Silence fell like a held breath. Enjin’s eyes shone with challenge, with curiosity, maybe with something sharper. And for a silver of a second the whole world halted, waiting for his answer.
Enjin didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, swinging his Umbreaker in a brutal arc. Sparks burst free as it struck the ground with full force. The Ground splintered opened and dust from the broken stone sprung free.
Fuck.
You can’t see shit.
You jumped back hoping you’d create some space from the bastard the attacked you. You hummed a tune creating an Illusion of another you.
More time, you needed more time.
Enjin swung his Umbrella, the air carried the dust away clearing the vision of you. “Found you.” The rage in your eyes told him enough that you were livid. “You’re creepy as ever.” He laughed, swinging again. The Umbreaker came for your ribs, you bent backward, impossibly fluid, and countered with a wave of distorted resonance. The force hit him in the chest like a sledgehammer, sending him skidding across the floor. A groan escaped him as he slammed into the nearest wall.
Standing up, Enjin wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. It felt like his organs were being crushed only by the inhuman frequency. “That all you got?”
The frequency was so loud that blood started to pool out from the earbuds painting them red with Enjins blood.
If this continues you may have a chance to escape, but he can’t let that happen.
Everything felt so cold, the blood in your veins were like ice. And the darkness in your heart clenched it so hard that you couldn’t even breathe.
Useless Child
You should’ve died.
Red, blood and… Pain.
Your throat was burning cold. It hurts, everything hurts.
“I could shatter you from inside out,” you whispered, each word vibrating with each syllable. Enjin only grinned wider, teeth bared, eyes bright with excitement. Is this the moment you use your real power? His hands rested on his bag as he was ready to use something. “Then do it. Or are you enjoying this as much as I am?”
“Tch,” You looked at him through narrowed eyes, but the void filled you with nothing but pure darkness and rage. Your whole body was cold and you began to shiver. “Why would I enjoy fighting a Man like you?”
“Maybe because I’m attractive? Who knows.” He shrugged nonchalant, as if he wasn’t bleeding from his ears and half of the Cleaners fainted over your ability.
You shouldn’t have been born.
And something in you snapped, “You’re all the same.” Words that aren’t from you, but still had your voice. Was it finally time that the monster in you consumed you fully? The final touch of humanity. Was it slipping away?
Your voice broke, it came out jagged, almost like a screech, thick with rage that tasted like metal dipped into lava. The atmosphere snapped, you felt blood started to fill your mouth.
You couldn’t care less.
“What-?” Enjin’s eyes flicked up just as the wall around him began to twist inward, steel groaning under invisible pressure. It was reacting to your voice. The lights overhead sputtered, flickering between brilliance and shadow, until the entire room pulsed like a failing heartbeat.
The whole place vibrated with your Jinki, it was everywhere. Enjin eyes were focused on you, this is a very scary Jinki. His smile never left his face, but he was visibly shaking. It was slowly starting to become too much for his body.
Blood was running down from the corner of your eyes, a contrast between your cold skin and the hot blood. The backlash ripped through your body, warning you, begging you to stop.
And then you screamed.
It was raw pain, unshaped, unstoppable. The sound pierced through everything. The last Cleaners standing. collapsed instantly. The air burned like the inside of a Volcano.
Even Enjin felt it ripping through his body. The weight of your agony slammed right into him like a blow he couldn’t block. His grin faltered, and for the first time, something like unease and fright flickered in his eyes. He staggered back, holding onto his Jinki like his life depended on it. Umbreaker shook in his hand, the vibration of the tune almost splitting it in two.
Your body shook, your knees or rather your whole body system threatened to give out. But you still roared, every shred of fury and anguish tearing itself from your lungs, until the world itself seemed to shut down.
“Fuck.” Enjin spat the word, his grin lost and his hand gripping his head. He doesn’t like the Raiders, not one bit. But he wasn’t a blind man either. He could see it plain as day, the pain that was slowly tearing you apart. It effected your Jinki, and fed something deeper, colder, rawer, something inhumane. Your pain was bleeding through.
And for the first time it caught him off guard. Empathy.
He tighten his grip on the Umbrella, forcing himself to push past the pain and empathy. Empathy or not, you were dangerous, and leaving you like this was suicide. His weapon rose, the blade poised to strike.
But before he could bring it down, your body swayed, trembling, and you collapsed. He lunged forward and caught you right on time, pure out of reflex. His Jinki returning into its normal shape as it fell on the floor with a simple muffled sound.
It was now oddly quiet. Enjin sighed in delight, as he was able to finally hear free without any pain.
He looked down at you, unconscious in his arms, face pale and streaked with blood from your eyes and mouth. It was ugly, brutal but still showed that you were still human.
Enjin’s brow furrowed, “What the hell happened to you? Who did that?” His voice came out softer than he liked, irritation biting at the edge of his tone. He hated the way the question lingered in his throat.
Enjin huffed, as if he wants answers.
For once, there was no reply. Only silence, and the faint, unsettling echo of your last painful scream ringing in his ears.
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A/n: ANNNDD? How is it so far, what do you think will happen?
What I mean by "room" is just a place where the protagonist was held. She wasn't allowed to leave the Raiders HQ until recently. More info on that in the future. I don't want to spoil the whole thing, right?
Enjin x Fem!reader - No Love Allowed / Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13 , Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17 - Story (update every Saturday) Playlist
All you’re meant to do is to destroy. After all red and blue is all what painted your childhood. You were born to destroy. To prove yourself Zodyl sent you to a mission, a mission that got you caught right into the Cleaners hands. All because of a Cleaner who hates your guts. With a Jinki that eats every bit of your humanity and sanity. Enjin is the only person who seemed to brought out emotions you’ve long forgotten you had. What will the Raiders do to you, when they find out you now help the Cleaners. What is the truth about the death of your Mother and your Father.
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2025
Enjin x fem!reader - Sugar on my tongue
You're sick and Horny, since Enjin isn't at home you decided to do it on your own. Only to get caught right in the middle of it.
August x fem!reader - Kiss
You want to Help August with designing the outfits for the Doll festival but you two ended up doing it in his workplace.
Warning! This can contain spoilers for Anime watchers, you've been warned!
w: Blood, fighting
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The stomach twirling stench of the contamination zone that clung to the air, and burned its way to your nostrils as you stared into the pure abyss of nothing. The Gas mask hung onto your neck, like a souvenir, but it was the harsh reality of the surface. Or how they above call it, Hell. Hell was just for Heaven one way of throwing the old or broken things away without any thought. Is it an Item, an animal, or even a human. They let it rot under the dead sky without a second thought.
As if it doesn’t have any value.
You hated it here. With every vibrant of your body you hated it. Your eyes travelled to the pile of trash that held a unknown story to you. You’ve wondered your whole life how it is living as a Spherites over the clouds with full luxury. Your legs carried you through the sand of garbage, bumping through the amount of hard and soft textures sometimes still gave you the ick.
How can humans be so non caring?
Don’t they have anything that’s special to them?
A soft tune got your attention as you searched from where the noise was coming from. It was an alligator plushie, a bit torn but still cute in its own way. With a swift motion you pulled the plushie from the trash which was on top of it, ripping one of the button eye in the process. Against your will a faint smile pulled at your lips.
“What ya smiling at?”
The sudden voice made you flinch, you spun your metallic vocal chords already burning, ready to attack. Jabber’s grin was as masochistic as ever. “Jabber..?”
His grin only widened, “I rarely see you smile.” You grit your teeth as he began to laugh, without needing to say another word you let the plushie fall back, the thread of silk only waving in the wind.
“Let’s go.”
Jabber muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t care any less of what he has to say.
Life as a Raider was nothing like you once imagine. And still you were here, with them. Even if it was just a faint memory when you joined them, they were welcoming, and with no other chance of surviving, they took you in.
With open arms.
A sigh escaped you, It was all a lie. All that he wanted way your Voice.
Your Jinki.
The Raiders needed it. A voice that could heal, destroy, shape or kill. And it is all thanks to that mechanical chords stitched into your throat. Zodyl says it is a gift. For you? It was rather a curse. A blade turned inward.
Such strong powers always exacts its toll. Each time you use it, you felt a piece of yourself slowly slipping away, into silence. Humanity bleeding away, leaving you in the cold. You wondered how much longer you’d be able to feel anything at all.
You halted in your tracks when Jabber stopped in his. “Are you ready?” Excitment, that is what waved off of his body. You straightened, Your safety mask of apathy falling back into place as you secured the gas mask on your face. “Yes. I want to see what the Cleaners are capable of.”
“Oh yes! Finally!” His scream of joy cracked the silence in the air like a rusted metal. “I’ve been dying to see him again!”
You barely heard him, his words were just some noises. Just another layer of junk in this rotten world.
******
“Where did you say our client was?” Rudos voice cracked the silence.
“He should be here somewhere…” Enjin scanned the lifeless town. It is still a quite sad thing to see, even here on the surface. The buildings sagged like corpses, and the air was too still, way too still. “Helloooo?!” His useless call vanished into the nothingness.
“Maybe the client isn’t here,” Follo muttered, hefting the massive hammer that slung dangerously across his back.
Then came a sound of footsteps, Calm, steady. Invetable.
They turned.
“Nice meeting you.”
The Chill in your unnatural voice made even the air tighten.
Enjin stiffened. Knowing too well that something was very off, “The name’s Enjin. So… you’re our client?”
“Sadly, no.” Your smile that etched you face, that didn’t even reached your eyes was making them all uncomfortable. “Your client is…taking a little nap.” You gestured towards the unconscious man at your feet. Saliva was running down his nose and he looked pretty dead.
“What did you do to him” Rudo shouted, his red burning eyes was filled with rage.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Trust me. He got the better end.”
That was when everything broke loose.
Jabber lunged first from behind. As planned nobody was expecting him. Claws glinting, mad laughter spilling from his throat. He slammed into Follo, forcing him back, Luckily Follo put his hammer between him and the attacked. The clash rang like thunder. Follo swung his hammer in a brutal arc, the air itself seeming to shatter from the force. Jabber ducked low, claws scraping sparks across the cobblestones as he dodged Follos attack.
At the same time, your blade hissed free. Your sudden fast movement cut Enjin and Rudo off guard as you dashed toward Rudp with fluid precision, but the umbrella from the blonde crashed down between you. Enjin stance solid as bedrock, The shockwave lifted dust and stone into the air. The blade vibrated in your hand from the force.
You slid back, creating some space between you and your opponent. Swinging the Katana on your shoulder, as you thought. “Interesting…”
Enjin’s gaze narrowed. “I know Jabber. But who are you?” His tone changed an octave lower. You can’t deny it his voice is attractive, yet your blood boiled in anger.
“Someone not keen on being flattened by that umbrella.”
His frown deepened, but he said nothing.
Jabbers fucked up laugh rang through the. Silent eye battle between you and the blonde. Jabber and Follo were clashing against each other, Follos rather exhausted and out of breath pants were bringing an sadistic smile to your face. Enjin eyes darkened as he motioned with a swift head movement, that Rudo should go and help their Supporter. “But-“ “Just go Rudo. I can deal with her.”
You sighed, how ignorant. Your attention went to Rod in no time as he prepared his Jinki. You reacted quick and in a flash of an blink you were in front of him, the Katana right next to his neck.
Huh
Enjin stood protectively in front of Rudo as he rammed with full power his Umbrella into your stomach. Back filled your vision even if it was just a second, your body flew into the next wall as the air was knocked out of you. Pain. Your body was failing on you, as you puked right into your mask. You definitely broke a few rips and maybe even your back. That attack was not meant to knock someone out.
And you could feel it. His thirst after your blood. You grabbed onto the mask as you pulled it down. Air. You needed air. Your breath was shallow, fuck.
Fuck, Fuck.
In Victory Enjin rested his umbrella on the ground, but still had a firm grip onto it. “I think she’s down for-“ No, His eyes were back onto your vibrating form. A tune was humming in his ear. It was eerie comfortable but had a rusty scratch to it. “What is that?”
Cracking of bones being forced back into place was very silent but still very loud. You groaned as the pain only doubled when your broken hand snapped back into a normal position.
A healing Jinki?
To say that Enjin was shocked was an understatement. The air started to swing and pulsate as he activated his Jinki. His emotionless golden eyes never left you, his grip tightened on the handle when you rose from the ground.
This is not good.
Your throat was burning and you felt so cold. As if you just jumped into an Ice bath with no escape. Your eyes shone in the reflection of his golden ones, and in this moment only you two existed to kill each other, yet the moment was shattered when someone grabbed your ankle. “Enough, he wants you back.” Your rage disappeared and was replaced with annoyance.
Cthoni was here to bring you back to Zodyl. Without saying anything you got sucked into the street drain. Leaving Enjin to cancel his attack.
