being fingered while i hug him tightly. burying my stupid face in his chest while he plays with me and tells me how good i am. legs twitch, sounds muffled. him tilting my head up to see my face and then going a little harder to so my features contort. maybe it’s a little painful but i don’t care cause now we sloppy kissing. everythjng so warm, moaning in his mouth, wet on his hand. i would say other stuff but i lowk forgot cause i just woke up
gachiakuta enjin x reader; married life headcanons with NSFW under the cut; fluffy with a dash of spice; hope you enjoy! ♡
Enjin as a husband… woah boy.
He absolutely forgets he’s married in the sense that he’ll casually say “yeah my place- oh wait, ours” and then grin sheepishly at you like it’s still wild to him that he gets to be yours.
Married life with Enjin is a lot of half-finished conversations and knowing looks.
You'll be in the kitchen doing your thing and he’ll lean in the doorway, watching you like this is his favorite show. When you ask what he’s staring at he says, “Nothing… just enjoying the view.”
He lives for the slightly flustered expression you make for him each time he teases you.
He's the kind of partner who steals your clothes (literally anything that fits) and then acts shocked when you steal his back.
Except his are way too big on you and he loves that. A little (absolutely) feral about it. “Yeah, okay, no, that’s mine-... actually, never mind, keep it.”
He pretends he’s bad at domestic stuff but somehow always knows when you’re running low on something.
You'll mention it once, offhand, and the next day it’s just there. No comment. No explanation. Just him giving you a small smile as your face lit up each time.
Arguments are quiet but intense. He will NOT be yelling at you. Just long pauses and him rubbing the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere else.
He'll try to joke it off first, but if you’re really hurt, the smile drops immediately. He listens. really listens. and later, when it’s dark and the world feels smaller, he’ll pull you close and murmur, “Thanks for calling me out. I don't wanna be the guy who doesn’t learn.”
You make him a better person and he knows it.
He kisses you like punctuation. Mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-rant, whatever it may be. Just leans in, soft and quick, then pulls back like nothing happened. He's evil like that.
He's clingy in the most lowkey way. Always touching you somehow- your sleeve hooked in his finger, your knee pressed to his, your back against his chest when he’s tired, his head on your shoulder. If you move away, he follows without even realizing it.
Missions mess him up more than he admits. When he gets home, he drops his stuff, takes a shower, and then finds you.
He doesn’t talk right away. just rests his forehead against yours and breathes until he feels human again.
Sometimes, late at night, he gets weirdly sincere. He ends up whispering things like, “You know… I didn't think I'd make it this far…” and when you remind him he did, he smiles into your shoulder like he’s still surprised.
He wears his ring EVERYWHERE. On missions. In fights (he'd rather die than lose it though). Tucked under gloves. Sometimes even around his neck on a string. He always carries the reminder that he's got someone worth coming home to now.
Spins it when he’s thinking about you. if someone asks about it he just goes, “Yeah. Married.” like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
And even on his worst days—when the world is ugly and he’s tired and everything feels heavy—he’ll look at you, smile that crooked little smile, and say, “You're still here with me, huh? Lucky me.”
He was lucky indeed. And so were you.
NSFW:
Oh this man knows how to fuck.
And most probably would have fucked you even before marriage but anyway-
When he's making love to you, his kisses are always different.
Deeper, more lingering, hungry.
He kisses you like you're the last breath of air he'll take and it sends those butterflies in your stomach in a complete frenzy.
He tries to be gentle. He really does.
But it's really hard when you're gripping him so deliciously, practically begging him to go harder, to fill you up, to leave you a whimpering, moaning mess.
And boy does he deliver.
You've seen his fingers. You know what he can do.
He makes you cum at least once or twice on them before he fucks you and by then you're already in a haze. He loves that glassy look in your eyes, the soft moan that escapes you as he enters your cunt.
Those same fingers then tease their way into your mouth- an easy task due to your slack-jawed state.
"Come on, baby... suck on them for me...ah- that's it... ngh- so greedy... stop clenching around me like that...or I won't be able to stop-"
Teases you relentlessly. And always uses his favorite nicknames as he pounds into you. Only uses your name as he cums in you. Which he does. HARD.
"Fuck..princess...you're doing so good... keep...squeezing me right there...ah fuck...inside? Inside."
Takes a moment before the aftercare. Sometimes he just loves remaining inside you, hips moving in slow, lazy thrusts as he finishes completely; sometimes toying with your poor swollen clit even after you nearly sob from the overstimulation.
When he does take care of you afterwards, he's quiet but gentle. Cleans you up, asks if you're okay, presses his forehead against yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your head.
"You were amazing, darling... as usual"
Always with that oh-so-familiar grin.
Thank you so much for reading! ♡ Hope this met your expectations! Also its quite late here so it's not proof read! Please let me know of any advice or corrections! Byee!
so tired. i do not care about the logistics of his goggles those things are the devil i hate you tobys goggles i hate you. nor dp i care about his back molars.gjeusn skfj
wishing i was 2 years old and tiny enough to be carried around and that someone could change me into pjs and brush my hair and teeth and carry me to bed and