+ completely (un)necessary ‘n highly scientific breakdown of what’s actually going on down there (dick hcs)
warnings. 18+, mdni, literally whole post is tmi abt cock n balls. unrealistic descriptions of dicks. pubic hair. cum. wrote this 4 funsies. lots of bias in tamsy part srry. unedited ‘n messy writing. everyone is aged up ‘n is an adult ok. scents. gn! reader.
ENJIN — It isn’t thick but it’s Long. Definitely long. Pretty ‘n uncut. It’s a little curved, with veins on the underside. The sheer length alone has you cryin’ on it. He teases you about it, that sly, cocky smirk on his face. He knows he’s packing. He’s a shower and a grower, and oftentimes you can see the print through his sweats. Tan’ish colored tip, and he oozes out runny pre. He tastes kinda salty and he’s hairy, with a blonde happy trail. His balls are fat, round and he cum’s in ropes. Sticky, milky cum. Doesn’t really smell like anything. Prob has tats on it, maybe a piercing if you catch my drift.
GRIS — THICK. The grith is insane, stretches you out. 6-7 inches. It’s a little darker at the base, and also uncut. Angry red/pinkish tinted tip, leaky so so leaky. He gets hard and suddenly his boxers have a big wet patch on ‘em. He’s hairy, but not like jungle hairy, keeps his hair trimmed. He’s doesn’t have a taste but i feel like he’d have a musky scent. He takes good care of himself.
ZANKA — Long ‘n skinny, still manages to prod right at your cervix. Circumcised. Doesn’t have many veins, just the one running down his shaft but it’s enough to catch your eye. His tip’s pink ‘n flushed ‘n impossibly cute, and he’s soo sensitive. Tries to act like he isn’t, but just a little rub or lick to his tip, even a kiss and his slit’s already droolin’. No hair—feel like he’d wax, and if there’s any, it’s barely visible, thin and light. Probably tastes a little salty, though somehow with sweet undertones that throw you off. He’s well-groomed, duh. It’s legit Zanka.
TAMSY — Just like the rest of his appearance, his dick is also angelic ‘n really really pretty <33. Prettiest dick ever. Trust. A grower and he’s circumcised. His balls are so heavy ‘n round ‘n soft, they’re super sensitive. His cock curves a little, and his tip is a really pale pink, and when there’s pre on the tip, it’s shiny ‘n resembles a licked lollipop. He’s not that hairy, deff has hair but it’s blonde and thin, not super visible. Probably tastes salty sometimes, cause there is no way he’s not sweating under all those heavy ass layers of clothes.
JABBER — HUGE. He’s hung and big and massive. Uncut. A shower and a grower. Legit, gets bigger inside of you. Has a couple veins runnin’ down his cock, and he cums buckets. Big, fat breeder balls. His tip is crazy, round ‘n bulbous, and a bit darker than his actual skin tone. He’s hairy, like real hairy ‘n the hair is darker in color and kinda coils/curls. Might, have a piercing just ‘cause he likes pain ‘n just ‘cause I said so. He’s kinda gross ‘n probably tastes bitter. (still swallowing <3)
CORVUS — One look at this man ‘n you can just tell it’s big. He’s a shower. Circumcised. Really pretty, it’s curved to the right ‘n a couple veins. Cums in spurts and he’s thick, but not too thick to hurt. Feels sooo good when he’s inside ‘n he definitely knows how to use it. Minimal hair, and he tastes sweet, doesn’t have a particular scent. Well groomed and takes good care of himself.
You didn’t mean to hear it — but you did. He’d muttered something about not being able to stand needy women. It hit you harder than expected. Fine, he wanted space ? Then he’d get a taste of indifference.
When you walked past him without a flinch, he froze for a second. The smirk returned fast. “What, you mad or something ?” You just met his eyes — then deliberately looked away. The silence stretched.
He followed you, pretending not to care. “You’re seriously not gonna talk ? Fine. Play your game.” His voice cracked slightly. You ignored him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.
That night, a knock on your door. “…You’re awake ?” His voice was softer, stripped of bite. You didn’t answer. He leaned against the frame. “I said some stupid shit earlier. You weren’t supposed to hear it. You don’t drain me. You… keep me from going quiet myself.”
Your hand twitched on the handle but didn’t turn it. He muttered, “It’s not funny anymore… I don’t like when my girlfriend goes quiet.”
The next day, he stopped in front of you. “Seriously, don’t mess with that.”
“I won’t talk until you admit what you did wrong.”
“I was an idiot,” he admitted. “Saying all that crap about needy people… I need you. Always. Everything slows down when you’re not there.”
You softened. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I’m not great at words. But I mean it — you make everything feel less empty.”
You stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away again.”
“I won’t,” he said, holding your hand. “You’re stuck with me now. Twenty-four seven.”
Zanka
When Zanka called you annoying, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He tried to ignore it — keyword : tried.
At first, he grinned. “Oh, a little shy, are we ?”
Then came the pacing. By the third ignored comment, he was visibly irritated. He started slamming things just a bit too loud. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize people couldn’t hear today,” he muttered under his breath. You saw through it — he was desperate for a reaction.
By dusk, the composure cracked. “Alright, that’s it. You win. Just — talk to me again.” His tone was sharp, but the edge was worry, not anger. “It’s weird when you’re not yelling at me. It’s too quiet.”
You kept your cool, though the warmth in your chest gave you away. He sighed. “Next time you want revenge, trip me. It’s faster.”
“I’ll remember that,” you replied. The sound of your voice made him exhale in relief.
“Did I really throw off the balance that badly, honey ?” you teased.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Your chaos makes the silence feel right when it finally comes.” His gaze softened. “Don’t do it again. It felt like walking into an empty room.”
You smiled. “Promise. You need your chaos, right ?”
“Exactly,” he muttered, taking your hand. “Now let’s go be loud somewhere.”
Tamsy
Tamsy noticed your silence immediately. He didn’t panic, but concern crept across his face. “Hey… you good ? Did I do something ?” You stayed absorbed in your task.
He didn’t hover, just stayed nearby, observing you quietly. His eyes followed your movements, calm but worried. Hours passed. He scribbled a note and slid it under your door: Are you okay ? I’m worried. Please talk again so I know you’re not hurt.
You stifled a laugh. A few minutes later, he appeared at the doorway, hands clasped, posture tense but controlled. “There… you laughed.” Relief softened his features. He didn’t rush in; he just waited, giving you space while letting you see the depth of his care.
You looked up at him, heart lighter. “I’m fine,” you said softly.
His lips curved into a gentle, slow smile. “Good. I just… I don’t like worrying like that. Makes me feel useless.”
You stepped closer. “You’re not useless, Tamsy. You just care too much.”
He nodded, eyes sincere. “I can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
You let him reach out, fingers brushing yours. The warmth spread slowly, the tension dissolving. “Promise me you won’t disappear when things get quiet,” he said.
“I promise,” you whispered.
Gris
Gris usually gave you space, but this was different. Your silence wasn’t peaceful — it was distance directed at him. He searched for signs, small gestures, anything to gauge your mood. When nothing came, he grew quietly anxious.
By the second day, the tension was almost physical. That night, he found you in the hallway. “…If this is about me crossing a line,” he said, calm but heavy, “you could’ve just told me. I need honesty.” His voice was low, not angry, just cautious. “I thought maybe I finally said something that drove you away. You can be honest with me. I can take it.”
You realized he wasn’t confused — he was hurt. He had taken your silence as real rejection, the kind that could make you leave. Slowly, you reached out, brushing his sleeve. “Gris, it was just a joke. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
He exhaled, shoulders easing fractionally. His eyes softened, the tension in his chest melting. “Good,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to lose your voice too. Don’t do that again.”
You stepped closer. His gaze stayed on you, steady and warm. “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re too important to me to ever be ignored like this.”
Jabber
At first, Jabber found your silence hilarious. “Ohhh, the silent treatment thing, huh ? Bet I can last longer than you !”
He was wrong. Hours later, he was dramatically collapsing on the floor. “Your silence is killing me ! Pay attention to me !”
Eventually, the chaos faded into genuine worry. He leaned against the wall beside you, voice quieter than ever. “Seriously, I can’t deal with this. I need your voice. Even if it’s to call me an idiot. It’s creepy when you’re quiet like this.”
You finally looked at him. “You’re an idiot, Jabber.”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes ! I know ! Say it again !”
You laughed softly. “You’re a chaotic, loud idiot who needs to learn to give people space.”
He grinned, eyes warm. “I won’t do it again. I just… I’m not good when you’re not around.”
He pulled you into a quick hug, messy and sincere. “Okay ! Now that we’re talking, we have so much noise to catch up on !”
𓏲𝄢 𓈒 embarrassing moments during sex !! ◞ ft. gachiakuta guys + fem! reader
꒰ ˚ ₊ gris ♡ིྀ ꒱
after a long night of gris fucking you into the mattress, his warm hands planted firmly on your hips from behind, the two of you were completely spent. so, it’s only natural that the two of you fell asleep like that; gris still holding you tight, and his cock still buried deep, even as you both snore away. when morning rolled around, you’d assume gris would just pull out and start his day, right? well, no. because he’s in a bit of a.. predicament. he’s stuck. through the night, you clenched around his cock and somehow trapped him inside of you. gris just decides to fall back asleep and deal with it when you’re back awake.
꒰ ˚ ₊ jabber ♡ིྀ ꒱
jabber insisted that you choke him tonight. despite his injuries from a fight earlier that day, you decided to do it for him anyways— he probably wouldn’t accept a ‘no’ for that, anyways. so, you complied; hands wrapped around his neck as your hips roll against his. a moan leaves your lips, hands twitching and tightening against him as your pace quickens. and just as your hands grip his neck a little tighter; jabber lets out a choked groan. his eyes roll back, and a low gurgle leaves his throat. you blink, pausing every movement as you stare back at him. he goes limp for a few seconds, mumbled leaving his lips before he jolts back to life.
“hey— why’d you stop—?!” he yelps, eyebrows furrowing. “that was so good— my life flashed before my eyes, for real!”
꒰ ˚ ₊ enjin ♡ིྀ ꒱
enjin doesn’t mind getting a bit frisky in public. honestly, he quite likes it; the thought of potentially getting caught has him rock hard. so you weren’t surprised when his hand started creeping up your thigh as the two of you sat in the car— with like, practically every other cleaner sitting near you both. maybe not that many… but it sure felt like it. enjin, though, doesnt care. his fingers just keep moving up, eventually finding themselves under your pants and rubbing against your panties. just as he was going to slip them under, finally touching you properly; rudo’s yells out.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ENJIN?!” rudo shouts in horror, before reaching over to shove at his arm. “LET GO OF HER!” he wails, mistaken. it seems he came to a different conclusion than others would.
꒰ ˚ ₊ zanka ♡ིྀ ꒱
zanka, despite his protests, is not the best at taking off his clothes in these intimate moments. he likes to pretend he’s good at it; but you both know the truth. this is why he likes it more when you do it for him. but tonight, he’s decided he wants to try one more time.
“no,” he shakes his head, lightly shoving you to lay down on the bed: “i’ve got this.” zanka reassures with a grin, lifting a hand to shimmy his pants down. he moves to kick them off— but his foot gets caught. and in just a few seconds, he’s already flipped and landing face-first onto the bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress beside you. he just sighs in embarrassment.
hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.
rudo
extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”
zanka
completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.
gris
attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.
tamsy
shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.
jabber
raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)
featuring. zanka nijiku , enjin , zodyl typhon , follo tunito , rudo surebrec , august stilza , riyo reaper , fu oroster , jabber wonger , tamsy caines !
content. 3.87k wc , up to 0.3k-0.5k words per drabble , female!reader , fluff fluff fluff , crack , they might be ooc , a teeny tiny bit suggestive , mischievous reader , crappy writing , safe for minors , spoiler warning for tamsy’s part , a tinge of cringeness but we embrace it like soldiers of course , not proof read.
author’s note. ehehe thanking my lazy fellas for searching out dividers cause I was struggling rlly hard with that lol… feeding you people before I disappear again okay… jokes no joke…?
ZANKA NIJIKU.
"YOU'RE going on a mission?"
A hum left his lips as you momentarily stopped your work to look after him, eyes set on the boy who was readying himself before he would leave for his mission. Leave you.
"Come back safely, yes?"
"I'm only gone fer two days."
Of course there was no need for this to be said since he'd always come back, not matter if he's about to die or half dead. He would find a way back to you, even if it meant crawling all the way.
"Can't believe I'm hanging out with Nano again." you started sulking, secretly stealing glances of his shirtless back. "Zanka, I already miss you."
"Still here."
You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.
"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.
"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.
"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.
"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.
"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.
"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."
A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.
"[name]?" he blinked.
He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.
"What was that?"
"I just felt like it..."
"Not anymore."
"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"
ENJIN.
WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?
Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.
"SUGARPLUM!"
Well, never mind. You thought too soon.
"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.
"What do you want, old man?"
The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.
As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.
"I'm going to beat you."
"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.
"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"
"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."
"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.
"Please?"
"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.
"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.
"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.
"—Excuse me?"
The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.
He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.
"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.
"Ack—"
"Where do you think you're going after this?"
ZODYL TYPHON.
IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.
Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.
Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.
"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.
The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.
"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.
"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.
For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.
"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."
"But—"
"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.
His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.
Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.
"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.
"I can though."
"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."
"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."
"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."
Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.
"Something wrong?" you questioned.
He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.
"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.
"Don't know, but you were doing it."
FOLLO TUNITO.
"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.
"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.
"Please?"
You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.
Correction, as if you owned the world.
"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.
"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."
"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."
"Am I now?" he breathed out.
It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.
"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.
"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.
"I promise I will. Stay here please."
"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."
"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.
"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."
"But it's fun—"
It was funny until you wiped your lips.
"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.
"No? Why would you ask?"
"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.
"Since... well since, I could..?"
"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."
"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"
RUDO SUREBREC.
A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.
Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.
But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.
Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.
“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.
“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.
If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.
“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.
Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?
“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”
His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.
“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.
“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.
“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.
Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.
“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.
“Why are you sulking?”
“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”
“Why’s that?”
“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.
His own plead making him embarrassed again.
“But don’t wipe it away this time…”
AUGUST STILZA.
"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.
Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.
"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.
Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.
"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.
The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.
"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.
August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.
"Shut it." you demanded.
"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.
"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"
"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.
"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."
"WHAT?"
"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"
"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.
And the last one landed on your lips.
"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"
"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.
"Yes?"
"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"
"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.
"Come here!"
"Please leave me alone!"
RIYO REAPER.
"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.
A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.
“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.
“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”
“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.
“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.
“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.
“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.
Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.
“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.
“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”
“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”
“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”
“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.
“Don’t take her side like this.”
“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.
“I’m going to beat you guys.”
“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.
Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.
“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.
“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.
“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“You’re signing up for another kiss.”
“I don’t mind though.”
“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.
“Where’s taffy?”
FU OROSTER.
WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.
"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.
"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."
He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"
"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."
"Err— What's pissing you off?"
"You are."
"Oh."
Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.
"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."
"Oh... I'm sorry—"
"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."
"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."
"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.
"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"
"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."
"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.
"Time's a bomb."
"Don't be mad if I do it!"
"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."
His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.
And you? You were caught by surprise for once.
"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.
"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."
"Really..?"
A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.
"Let's go out."
"Sure..."
"You good?"
"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.
"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.
You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.
JABBER WONGER.
"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.
"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.
"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.
"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"
"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."
"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.
A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.
"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"
"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."
Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.
"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.
A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.
"Get away from me!"
"Only for sum kisses!"
His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.
Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.
"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.
"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."
"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"
You two are total opposites.
TAMSY CAINES.
PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.
He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.
But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.
You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.
"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.
"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.
"I mean he's always been a little weird—"
"[name]..."
"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"
"[name]."
"Can you not interrupt me...? Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.
And then realisation hit you.
"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.
"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"
"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.
Shit talking right in front of his face?
"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.
"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."
"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.
"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.
"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"
"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.
"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."
"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.
"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"
"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."
"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."
"Sure." you replied dryly.
"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.
"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.
falling asleep on zanka's shoulder in the car after a mission.
enjin's driving always drives you insane.
but leaning into zanka's warmth drives you to achieve the highest level of insanity no man has ever witnessed.
you sit beside zanka in the car, and with enjin behind the wheel, the road seems much rockier. however, something was off. it was awfully quiet today, with the car speaker apparently broken.
still, enjin hummed loudly. the broken speaker didn't seem much of a problem to him.
zanka had one arm propped up against the window, gazing out at the scenery. after a long day out on a mission, he finally looked calm for the first time today.
you felt your eyelids grow heavier, your body and mind unaccustomed to the absence of the usual noise booming out from the speaker.
zanka noticed how you started drifting off to dreamland, your head snapping suddenly everytime you tried to fight the drowsiness that was pulling you in. removing his arm from the window, he moved closer and settled beside you.
you felt him nudge you lightly, taking your hand in his, drawing small circles on the back of your hand. your mind was too hazy from the feeling of sleepiness to properly react to his touch.
feeling zanka's presence close to you, your body relaxed comfortably and finally succumbed to the will of hypnos.
as if acting on muscle memory, your head lay on zanka's firm shoulder, and he willed himself not to move until you woke up, which is probably when you reach the headquarters, but he doesn't really mind.
enjin took a glance at the rearview mirror and saw zanka's head on top of yours. your hands were linked, with fingers intertwined, on zanka's lap. he couldn't resist the smile forming on his face. if only he had a camera in hand and wasn't driving right now... the blackmail would go crazy.
"yep, should definitely bring them together on more missions," was what enjin thought at that moment, before he almost crashed on a rock, which he thankfully avoided, but almost snapped the two lovebirds (you and zanka) sitting at the back of the car awake.
you'll probably not be the only one to wake up feeling flustered to the moment you realize you slept on each other's shoulder, with your hands unashamedly locked and intertwined.
because even zanka goes insane at the slightest of your touch. not that he's complaining.
gachiakuta boys x reader who missed them a little too much when they'd been gone for a mission... and isn't afraid to show it; a little suggestive hehe; hope y'all like this ;)
Enjin
The second Enjin’s back, he barely gets a word out before you’re clinging to him.
Arms around his neck, face pressed into his shoulder like you’re trying to breathe him back in.
He chuckles at first—soft, amused—until you don’t let go.
Then his face morphes into something softer… an expression he reserves only for you.
“…You missed me that much, huh?”
You look up at him with that look. The one that made him weak in the knees. And that was a very difficult feat to achieve.
His grin slows. Eyes darken just a bit.
He lets you push him back against the wall, hands staying just barely respectful.
He was on his last string of restraint and you were clearly hell-bent on breaking it.
He teases you relentlessly:
“Easy... You act like I was gone forever.”
Still doesn’t stop you when you tug him closer.
He smells like dust and sweat and familiarity, and you’re a little feral about it.
He knows from how you seemingly don't want to move.
Later, at night as he hovers over you, he admits—quiet, low—he missed being wanted like that.
Zanka
Zanka is not prepared for the way you look at him when he comes back.
He’s mid-sentence, bragging a little, when he notices your stare.
There is something a little…weird about how you were gazing at him- your eyes dark and a little predatory.
“…Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
You tackle him into a hug before he can finish, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
He laughs—big, loud and a little surprised —until you mutter,
“You were gone too long.”
That shuts him up. He feels a warmth erupt inside him filling him up completely as his breath hitches.
“Doll…”, he murmurs, his hand gently trying to pry you off to look into your eyes.
His ears burn when you don’t pull away right away.
You cling on. Fingers fisted in his clothes. Absolutely no shame.
He pretends to be cool about it, but he’s internally screaming. This was difficult…oh so difficult…
His hands wrap around your waist, steadying you as he leans his forehead against yours, eyes locking into yours.
“Y’know, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”
He missed you too—just didn’t realize how bad until you’re right there.
Ends up holding you all night, in more ways than one.
Jabber
Jabber notices immediately.
The way you don’t greet him—just circle closer. Head tilted. Smile sharp. A slight flush on your cheeks.
“You look like you’re about to bite.”
You say, very calmly, “I might.”
He laughs. Loud. Delighted.
Absolutely lets you get in his space.
He encourages it, even. Tilts his head down just enough.
“Go on. I don’t mind.”
The tension is insane. Electric. Teeth-gritting.
He missed you too—but in that obsessive, coiled way.
Hands hover near your waist, not touching. Testing. Teasing.
If you grab him first, he’s thrilled. “Miss me that bad?”
The answer is obvious from the way you basically melt into him.
His grin morphs into something more animalistic and feral as your eyes lock into his…finding nothing but want in them.
“Jeez… I guess I gotta help you with that…”, he mumbles into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply.
Shuddering, you nod, taking his hand in yours and walking back to where hopefully, you could show him just how much you missed him.
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