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[toolillyy]

— about the author 𓈒 ✿

a new writer on ao3, posting my fics to help improve my writing skills and battle mental health . .

ㅤ⊹ [ she / her ] ㅤ⊹

18+ minors dni ~ ao3: @iikaito ~ multi-fandom blog

I do NOT use ai and do NOT promote it. fuck AI.

On top of that, please do not repost, steal, or rewrite my works.

Requests:

I take any requests adhering to the fandoms I'm in! I'll write anything, all within appropriate reason ofc.

Current fandoms I'll be writing for:

♡ Gachiakuta

♡ Dr. Stone

♡ Demonslayer

♡ Jujustsu Kaisen

♡ Marvel Cinematic Universe

♡ Twisted Wonderland Story Time

[toolillyy]

' bleghhh was in a bit of a slump today but i wanted to feed y'all, maybe i'll make a smut version of this if anyone desires it..

Showering with Enjin Oneshot

gn!reader | mild suggestiveness | no use of y/n

You stumble into your room after a long day of work. You were tired, aching, and desperately in need of a shower. So, before you tossed yourself and napped away the exhaustion, you needed to shower first. You sigh to yourself as you slip off your shoes and remove the little things (jewelry/hair accessories), grab a towel, and pad towards the bathroom and close the door.

You turn on the shower to let the water heat up, and start removing your dirtied clothes. You step into the shower and feel the temperature of the water with the tips of your fingers, until you finally step under the running water. You take a moment to just let the water run over your body, a slow sigh leaves your lips, letting the exhaustion of the day settle over you for a minute. After your quick moment, you grab the shampoo and begin lathering your hair.

As you were washing your hair, you suddenly hear the bathroom door creak open and close, “..now I know you’re not showering without me..” A voice echoes the bathroom, you knew that teasing tone.. Enjin. Looks like he was back from work as well. You wipe water from your eyes and poke your head out of the shower,

“Enjin?..” You notice the man walking towards you before you pop your head back into the shower, continuing to wash your hair, “I just got in." you tell him when he approaches the shower door. “Room for one more?..” Enjin said with a dimpled smile while not-so-subtly appreciating your body. He already started stripping his clothes off. You hum, “yeah..” You say, too tired to really protest, not that you minded anyway.

Enjin’s grin widened and he slips off his boxers before he joins you in the shower, stepping up behind you. His strong arms immediately wrap around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. “..hey gorgeous….” He murmured into your shoulder, burying his nose further into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, “shit.. I’ve missed you” he sighs against your skin. You smile and lean back against him feeling his body holding up your own, “..Mhm, long day too?” you ask.

Enjin hummed in response, “yep…” he lets out a tired sigh himself, the rough palms of his hands caress your sides and stomach. “But this will fix me right up..” He murmurs to you, pressing a few gentle kisses to your shoulder, you enjoy the gesture for a moment and close your eyes. You loved when his hands were on you, precisely like this, it brought you comfort.

That is until he speaks up, his energy shifting slightly. “..tho.. I know what else could.” He murmurs low and sultry, nipping at the lobe of your ear. That makes your eyes flutter open, and you shoot a deadpan look over your shoulder. “..seriously?” you mutter in a monotone. That elicits a small laugh from Enjin, “heyy.. just a suggestion.” He gives you that shit eating grin of his before he squeezes your hips, “but we don’t needa if you’re tired baby.” he says in a softer tone. He still valued your desires over his own.

You sigh and lean back into his arms, “maybe later. I’m honestly pooped..” You say to the blonde. Enjin smiles in understanding and he presses a kiss to your hairline , “ alright.. at least lemme wash your back then.” He says, already grabbing the soap and a net sponge. You smile and hum in acceptance, letting him wash your back..which was very much needed. A quietness settles between you two as the echoes of the water filled the room, steam enveloped around you both.

Enjin finishes lathering your back, his hands take a moment to trace over your body, simply just to feel you. He loves admiring you, especially like this. You were utterly breathtaking with or without clothes, although.. he preferred the latter. Enjin pulls you closer against him and he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, murmuring softly. “…beautiful…” he whispers to you, trailing a path of slow, lingering kisses down your neck and shoulders while the water continues to run over the two of you. You relish the intimacy after such a long day.

You tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. Enjin smiles and he angles his head to capture your lips instead. You hum into it, Enjin turns you around so you’re facing him instead, his hands rest on your hips, your own arms snake around his neck and comb fingers through his wet, blonde locs. Your lips melt against each others for a moment, one that was certainly changing the mood of the calm intimacy. You slowly part the kiss, you both share a glance.. knowing. Perhaps you’ve changed your mind at his earlier suggestion.. You wondered if it was intentional or not.. either way, you were in the mood now.

“Hmm… alright, maybe one round..” You murmur with a small smile, searching his gaze. Enjin laughs a little and grins, quite happily in fact. “…don’t gotta ask me twice..” He murmurs before leaning down to capture your lips hungrily, pressing your back against the shower wall to take you up on that offer~

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[riechiexx]

Zanka wip for an oc x canon comic

He's such a cutie

[toolillyy]

' hi my angels, instead of sleeping.. i'm dropping my enjin headcanons! sighhhh isn't he so dreamyyy

Enjin Headcanons!

gn!reader | romantic + fluff | w/established relationship

• Touching you: He’s very hands on with you, not simply in a sexual way, but the way where he literally cannot keep his hands off of you. He has to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin under the palms of his hands, the way the shape of your body molds against them. He’s clingy as hell as he’s not ashamed of it.

• Clinginess: Did I mention he’s clingy? Enjin needs to be around someone, he doesn't really like being alone, so he makes it his mission to be around you the most. He likes feeling the presence of someone, he finds comfort in that. “miss me?..” He’d say with that cheeky, dimpled grin of his the moment he steps into the room you're in. He really values connection.

• Personality: Enjin likes when you smart-mouth him or sass him in any way. He likes it when you're feisty, when you have strong opinions, when you're not afraid to simply say whatever is on your mind. In his eyes, he sees that as true strength and character, he doesn't like when people hide their true selves simply to adhere to others.

• Gentleness: Enjin finds it especially alluring when you're gentle with the ones you care for. He finds beauty in your tenderness, your quiet care, your reassuring smiles. Especially when it comes to the kids, he’s such a liar when he says he doesn't like needy kids, but watching you care for them makes his heart swell. He simply adores your nurturing nature.

• Your lips: Enjin loves your lips. He loves watching them curve into a smile, or pout, or frown when you're annoyed, all because of him. He especially loves kissing them, pecking them, feeling them at every moment possible. He thinks shared kisses became more sacred whenever he started dating you.

• Annoying you: Enjin loves to be a little shit with you. He loves annoying and bothering you, making you yell at him or smack him. Pushing your buttons really amuses him. He’d never go too far tho, not on purpose. After all, he still wants you to love him. But he’d be a fool if he said he didn't like it when you chided him like some bad little puppy. Especially when you get too annoyed with his antics, “c'mon baby, i was only kidding..” he’d coo at you, wrapping his arms around you to try and soothe your irritation, which of course.. worked everytime.

• Your heart: Enjin loves listening to your heart. Whenever you two cuddle, he likes hearing it pound against the shell of his ear, listening to it beat so strongly. “I like being close to your heart.” he’d murmur to you against your chest, listening to it as if it were his favorite song. He’d never tire of it, and he wanted to be the only one who ever gets to listen to it.

• Your scent: Enjin loved scent marking you. He has a strange fascination with wanting to smell you on him, whether it be by wearing his jacket, or smelling like his cologne, or having the faint smell of his cigarette smoke on your clothes whenever he smokes near you. He utterly took pride in it. Enjin also loved when his clothes smelled of you too, it had an even greater effect on the man.

• Your laugh: Enjin loves making you laugh, he makes it his mission to hear you giggle at his jokes or just his plain stupidity. He simply likes hearing it, he finds it to be the prettiest sound you could make, whether you thought so or not. “i love that laugh..” He’d tell you with that prideful grin of his.

• Intelligence: Enjin loves your intelligence, whether it be emotional or intellectual.. he adores it all. He likes when you correct him, when you talk things out with him, when you say something that makes him just stare at you in pure adoration everytime. “..that gorgeous brain of yours..” He’d mutter to you fondly.

• Petnames: Enjin loves calling you petnames. Baby, doll, sweetheart, angel… anything that reminds him of you, he calls you it. His favorite tho was definitely "baby.." he only ever calls you by your first name when he’s being serious or needs your attention in whatever way.

• Love language: As if it wasn't obvious enough, Enjin's love languages are physical touch and quality time. He finds touch to be an intimate thing between people he cares for, and that shared space was something he deeply values. He believes it brings people closer together, and creates a deeper bond.

• His tattoos: He loooooves when you trace his tattoos. Watching your fingers dance across his ink-clad skin was something he’d never take for granted. He takes great pride in your fascination and admiration for his tattoos, he knows you love them.. and he loves when you feel them. “Mm.. keep doing that..” he’d murmur to you in a relaxed, deep tone while pressing you closer against him.

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uhh i'll post it on ao3 later

[toolillyy]

not a fic post, but i think making a Tumblr acc was the best decision of my life, ily guys and your talents 🥹

[baybeecakes]

gris knows when he’s near his limits. with his back hunched over and feet dragging, he feels the exhaustion from his mission pulling the life out of him.

he’s certain he’ll surrender to sleep before he makes it to the shower, but that was before he officially stepped inside his room.

as soon as he opened his door, he was met with a barrage of kisses from none other than you, his hands searching your shoulders as soon as he could process it.

“woah—!” he yelped, embarrassingly loud before he quieted down into a softer, “hey.”

your kisses replaced your own spoken “hello” back, until you settled down and the words you’d been waiting to speak all day came out.

“i missed you so much!” your hands found his waist in a hug, his own body fully relaxing under your touch.

he at last shut the door, hugging you back as he fully stepped in, taking in your warmth and familiar scent that acted as a remedy to his exhaustion. when he let his head drop to yours, a sigh bigger than expected escaped him, followed by a small smile.

oh, he needed this.

“i missed you too.”

and much, much more than you probably thought.

he could fall asleep just like that if he wanted, but he figured his weight on yours wouldn’t prove comfortable on your end. so instead he returned the favor by planting two or three kisses on your lips, albeit lazily, still full of love. you on the other hand resisted the urge to tackle him again, trying not to wear him out more than he already was.

when you went to take off his hat and untie his boots, easing his load, he realized the sudden surge of life that came back into his veins. coming full circle back to the face he was met with every morning was a kind of satisfaction gris never knew of.

until you, of course.

such a lucky man he was.

[enjinsprettydoll]

enjin making you laugh and giggle while making-out with you because he's a silly and is indubitably in love with your sweet voice. send post.

[octashredderz]

imagine waking up in enjin’s room, the spot where his back’s usually pressed up against you feeling unusually empty. he doesn’t like getting up whenever the two of you are in bed together, so this was a little unusual.

but when you look up and blink the sleep away, he’s sat at the desk in his room, back facing you and grumbling away at something underneath his breath.

his shirt’s still off from last night.

the gorgeous map of his tattoos are on full display— the ones you’ve traced multiple times in light and in dark. they’re captivating, from the two black dots at the nape of his neck to the smooth zigzags and swirls that adorn his body. the sight itself makes your mouth water already.

you find yourself staring a little longer than you would’ve allowed yourself to, and you only notice when enjin turns his head to check in on you.

a crooked grin greets you, dimples flashing. “good morning to you, gorgeous. enjoying the show?”

you blink once before darting your gaze away. “you could say something like that.” a deep chuckle comes from his chest, and he moves from the desk over to you. “cute.”

and then his stupid self decides that it’d be a good idea to lay his whole body on top of you, humming into your neck and crushing you underneath.

“enjin, get the hell off me,” you wheeze, smacking his bare back, which does absolutely nothing. “no.” he says simply, pressing multiple pecks into the crook of your neck.

you sigh in defeat, knowing that there’s not much else you can do about the ridiculously large man on top of you. but he’s your ridiculously large man.

your arms come to wrap around him, embracing his warmth, and you can swear you feel his smile spread against your skin. he lifts his head up and meets his lips with yours, a sweet, soft thing.

he pulls away with a dreamy sigh. “i love mornings with you.”

[riechiexx]

She looks just like a dream

The prettiest girl I've ever seen

Fem! Reader. Zanka Masterlist.

On top of Semiu’s desk, magazines were scattered all over, together with mission reports and documents highlighting cleaners on demand.

Enjin happily swiped through the pages with a grin as the woman who's supposed to be on the counter is gone, out of sight.

“Tsk, this is takin’ so damn long." Zanka let out an annoyed sigh, three slit brows colliding under that one chunk of blonde hair in front of his face.

"Heh, and guess what? We also need to wait for a few minutes in the car.” Riyo added.

"Zanka, look, ain't this sexy?”

The tattooed man proudly showed a page of a half naked woman, only wearing a pair of matching lingerie and a little bit of jewelry.

The tassel-eared boy's face contorted in disgust, he's never the one to be interested with those types of stuff, or maybe he pretends not to be. Who knows?

But then, the boy's deep blue eyes widened, his hand flying to grab the magazine with a lil too much eagerness.

"Hot stuff, right?” Enjin chuckled, but Zanka wasn't looking at the woman Enjin's pointing out!

He's looking at you. Just next page.

Advertising a cologne for some high-end company here in the ground.

Zanka's eyes squinted as he practically shoved the magazine on his face to confirm that it was you.

Delicate layer of make up on your face, while the low cut of nightgown you're wearing left your cleavage intentionally on display.

His breath catches in his throat at the sight, every inch of exposed skin, his eyes drank it all like a starved, dehydrated man.

The strap of the night gown slipped off slightly at your shoulder as you posed, pursing your lips as if to kiss the elegant perfume.

You look just as dreamy as he last saw you do, still the prettiest girl Zanka had ever laid his eyes on.

What did he miss?

How come is his classmate back in the hell guard academy now in a magazine?!

Fluff before I post angst...

[blindedbanshee]

Yeah Rie, feed me

[itssocomplicatedyeah]

Imagine: The first time Enjin asked you to paint his nails, it came completely out of nowhere.

You were sitting in the base’s common room, sprawled across the couch with a book, when he appeared in the doorway. He had only gotten back a little while ago: his hair was still slightly damp from the shower, his choker sat around his neck as usual, and he was wearing that same stretched-out old T-shirt he stubbornly refused to throw away for some reason.

You glanced up for barely a second.

“If you’re here to steal my snacks again, there aren’t any left.”

“You always assume the worst of me.”

“Because yesterday there were snacks, and today there aren’t.”

“What a remarkable coincidence.”

He walked over, dropped down beside you, and stayed suspiciously quiet for a while.

You turned a page.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Enjin.”

“What?”

You slowly lowered the book. He was looking at you with a perfectly innocent expression. Then he placed a small bottle of black nail polish right on top of the open page.

You looked at him. Then at the polish. Then back at him.

“No.”

Enjin laughed.

“Will you do them for me?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“I can.”

“Then why do you need my help?”

He shrugged.

“You’re neater.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve seen your hands.”

You went quiet for a few seconds. So did Enjin. Then his smile widened just a little.

“Wow. That was a very meaningful silence.”

“Don’t even start,” you scoffed.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I can just tell on a subconscious level when you’re about to say something inappropriate.”

“Actually, I was going to say I’m touched by how much attention you pay to my compliments,” Enjin said, putting on an exaggeratedly offended expression.

You smacked him in the shoulder with your book, but took the polish anyway.

“Give me your hands.”

Enjin obediently held them out.

“Careful,” he warned.

You gave him a disbelieving look.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. This is an important part of my style.”

“Oh, just shut up.”

He did. You held his hand in yours, carefully dragging the brush across each nail. The old polish had chipped in several places, so you had to clean everything up first before applying a fresh coat.

Enjin was unexpectedly still. So still, in fact, that after a while you were the one who looked up at him.

“What?” he asked, smiling at you.

“Nothing.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said ‘nothing’ today, and both times you were lying.”

“I’m just thinking.”

“That’s an extremely dangerous habit for you.”

“Very funny.”

You went back to painting.

His fingers were long, and there were several small scratches across his knuckles from the last job. Without thinking, you paused over one of them.

“Where did you get this?”

Enjin looked down at the same spot.

“Don’t remember.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“I really don’t.”

You clicked your tongue quietly.

“You could at least disinfect these once in a while.”

“Yes, Mom.”

You squeezed his finger harder.

“Ouch!”

“Accident.”

“Sadist.”

“Other hand.”

When you were finally done, Enjin stretched both hands out in front of him, critically inspecting the result.

“Good.”

You stared at him indignantly.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

“I’ll accept that.”

He wiggled his fingers.

“So I can’t touch anything now?”

“At least ten minutes.”

Enjin immediately looked at the table, where his mug was sitting. Then at you.

“Even coffee?”

“Even coffee.”

He let out a dramatic sigh.

“A cruel price to pay for beauty.”

You opened your book again.

“Deal with it.”

Enjin was still sitting beside you on the couch. At first, he stayed quiet, staring at his mug as though he were trying to drag it toward himself with sheer force of will.

Eventually, he gave up and turned to you.

“Hey.”

“No,” you answered immediately.

“But I haven’t even...”

“You want coffee.”

“I want coffee.”

You looked at him. Then at his hands, held carefully out in front of him. And finally picked up the mug.

“Open your mouth.”

Enjin blinked.

“You’re serious?”

“Or wait ten minutes.”

He leaned closer. You carefully brought the mug to his lips. Enjin took a sip without taking his eyes off you.

“Convenient,” he remarked.

“Don’t get used to it.”

He only smiled. As it turned out, he did get used to it. Because a couple of weeks later, Enjin showed up again in the evening.

This time, he didn’t even say anything. He simply sat down beside you and placed the bottle of black polish on the table.

You looked at him.

“Seriously?”

He held out his hand.

“It chipped.”

“And?”

“Looks bad.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“I can.”

“Then why me?”

Enjin tilted his head slightly.

“Tradition.”

“What tradition? We’ve done this once.”

“Everything has to start somewhere.”

It was surprisingly difficult to argue with such incredibly stupid logic. So you picked up the polish again.

And eventually, it really did become a tradition. After long missions. Before important assignments. Sometimes late at night, when everyone else had already gone back to their rooms and the base had become unusually quiet.

Enjin would find you, sit down beside you, and hold out his hands. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you argued. Sometimes he told you completely pointless stories while you tried not to paint half his finger black because he refused to stop gesturing.

“Stop moving,” you would grumble.

“I’m not moving.”

“You literally just waved your hand around.”

“That was an emotional necessity.”

“One more emotional necessity and you’ll be walking around with a black palm.”

That usually made Enjin stay still.

For a little while, anyway.

But the evenings you liked most were the ones when, for some reason, he became quiet.

He would simply sit across from you, his hand resting in yours while you slowly covered his nails in black polish.

One evening, you were almost finished with his last hand when Enjin suddenly asked,

“What if I stop painting them?”

“What?”

“My nails.”

You shrugged.

“Then you stop.”

“So that means the tradition is over?”

“I guess.”

He looked down thoughtfully at his fingers.

“Then I won’t stop.”

You snorted.

“Oh my God, Enjin.”

“What?”

“You know you can just come hang out with me without needing an excuse.”

He went quiet. So did you.

It took you a couple of seconds to realize exactly what you had just said. The brush froze above his pinky.

Enjin slowly lifted his eyes to yours.

“I can?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no.” His lips were already pulling into that familiar smile. “Too late.”

“Enjin…”

“So the nail polish was never actually necessary?”

“Give me your hand.”

“I could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I want to spend some time with you’?”

“Enjin.”

“All that nail polish wasted for nothing…”

You finally finished the last nail and let go of his hand.

“Done. Get out.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?” you asked with a laugh.

He dramatically raised both hands.

“They’re not dry yet.”

You stared at him in silence. Enjin settled more comfortably into the couch.

“Guess I’ll have to stay here a little longer.”

And somehow, that was the moment you finally realized that the black nail polish had quietly stopped being anything more than an excuse a long time ago.

[octashredderz]

ᢉ𐭩 — you’re sad, huh? your enjin to the rescue <3

cw: smut, minors dni! enjin calls himself daddy once (he is), soft enjin bc imm a sucker

a/n: this ended up being longer than i thought it’d be. anyway enjin can you baby me too or what

a long day had ended up with you curled beneath your comforter, back against the headboard with your knees up to your chest. tears trailing down your cheeks, chest jerking with every little hiccup that you take.

little hiccups and sobs barely bounce off of your walls while you attempt to conceal yourself. every occurence today left you with something worse to deal with, and you could only handle so much before you ended up snapping.

two sharp raps suddenly fill the room and is followed by the sound of your door creaking open. you don’t look up, but you know it’s enjin. no one knocks like he does anyway.

he’s scanning the room for you meticulously, and he stops in his tracks when he sees you all curled up inside yourself, shoulders shaking lightly. smile wiped immediately.

“enjin.” you mumble his name quietly, voice worn and practically raw with the lack of use. your head barely turns to meet his eyes.

he silent for a second, taking in your form with an unspoken emotion in his face, something that twists a knife in his chest. “oh, baby,” he cooes, voice gentle enough to avoid worsening your mood. he’s quietly striding towards the edge of your bed, kicking his boots off and quickly getting in beside you. “what’s wrong?”

you sniffle and stay quiet a moment before answering. “just didn’t have a good day.” he hums, arms finding their way around you and tugging you into his lap. “i’m sorry, gorgeous. the world’s being mean to you today, huh? stupid world.”

you don’t have a proper response nor the energy to giggle at his stupid comment, but your head nods weakly in the crook of his neck, your tears beginning to subside in the warmth of him. a large hand begins to caress the top of your head, running fingers through your locks.

a gentle kiss and a huff of breath graces your skin. “shh, now. daddy’s here, yeah? just relax. i’ll help you feel better.”

he feels you go limp in his arms, trusting your entire body with him.

addictively warm and tattooed hands find purchase on your hips, guiding your hips over his clothed cock in agonizingly slow glides. when a whimper slips past your lips, enjin swallows them with gentle kisses. “i’m here, darling. not going anywhere.”

your arms find their way around his neck properly, anchoring yourself to him while he attends to you in the reverence you adore so much.

one hand trails to unbuckle his belt, letting his half-hard dick spring out and soon works to lift up your skirt just enough to grant him better access. “you okay, love?” he makes sure to check in on you, and only continues once you nod your head. “keep going.” your voice’s breathy, a small noise.

the same hand trails underneath your waistband and panties, coating his fingers in your slick that’s already started to accumulate. he groans lightly, amber darkening in the dim light of your room. “look at you.” his head tilts up to meet yours and sets himself against the backboard. “just relax, okay? i’ll take care of you.”

“don’t gotta do anything.” enjin pulls your panties to the side, lining himself up with your entrance before gently sinking in, slowly moving your hips down on top of him. a ragged moan is torn from your and his lips, overshadowing the sadness you were just feeling.

he lets you adjust to him before slowly moving, using your hips to sensually fuck you on top of him without you needing to lift a finger. a gentleman he is. he lifts you slowly and back down in the same, slow pace, a too sweet vanilla way to ride him.

you bury your head deeper into his neck, eyes shutting with pleasure. “en..” you whine. he shushes you, planting little kisses everywhere that he can reach.

“you’re doing great, angel. my pretty baby, i don’t like seeing you sad.” his voice is laced in velvet, a sweet honey that coats your very insides. “y’know it makes me feel upset seeing you like this. gotta cheer you up.”

his words hit your core in the best possible way. you’re practically cockdrunk on him, the exhaustion from your crying hitting you while enjin’s still stuffing you full. “s’good.” you slur, and enjin lets out a sigh of approval. “good, baby. i love making you feel good.” he grunts out, tone strained with pleasure.

you allow your eyes to flutter shut for a second. even while he chases his high, he doesn’t pick up the pace. keeps it at the slow tempo that keeps you lulled between peace and pure ecstasy. you’re not trying to chase it, either. just letting the orgasm come to you.

though, enjin can tell you’re getting close with the way your walls tighten around him, along with your arms enveloping his neck. “just a little longer, sweetie. such a good girl.” his praises were always top tier, but it just feels so much better when you’re feeling down.

“en—jinnn,” you moan his name, fucking yourself weakly back onto him with his help. “mhm, i’m here. i got you.” your thighs shake, and your orgasm washes over you with a cry. he’s still fucking you through it, prolonging the pleasure before you feel his ropes coat your walls with a shaky moan.

“yeah, that’s it.” the riding turns into gentle grinding, eventually coming to an end. a gentle hand tilts your chin up, and you’re met with enjin’s gaze. “feel better?”

you muster a small smile, eyes half-lidded with sleep. “better.”

enjin’s smile widens at the sight of your own, leaning in with a gentle peck to your lips. “there’s my girl. now c’mon, boo. you could use a nap.”

[toolillyy]

' hi babies, here's a third part of the rudo fic series! today's duo is with Enjin and Rudo which was inspired by a tiktok i saw that made me go, "that's not a bad idea.."

I'd like to assume that The Ground has thrift "stores" where people repurpose trash they find.

Enjin takes Rudo thrifting!

one-shot | platonic (obviously..)/fluff | world building may be ooc ..

“...Enjin- why are you being so secretive? It's annoying..” Rudo mutters to the tall man as they walk down the street. Enjin asked Rudo earlier if he wanted to head downtown because he supposedly found something he thought Rudo would like. Knowing Enjin.. he was skeptical but chose to agree to tag along with the older man.

Enjin chuckled slightly at Rudo’s impatience, he draped an arm around Rudo’s shoulder and pulled the boy closer to his side. “..why so antsy? we'll be there in a second, chillax little man...” he drawls and pretends not to notice the little glare Rudo was shooting at him.

Once they approach a small yet quaint shop, Enjin smirks towards Rudo and points his chin toward the store. “..there it is.” he says and then opens the door for Rudo. Rudo just raises a brow, staring into the shop window before slowly stepping inside it.

Rudo takes a moment to look around, he notices the shop carries distinct things, like clothes, a section for items, and so on. It looked like any other store but.. for some reason, this one felt different. it had a certain air to it that only Rudo could feel.

Enjin steps in besides Rudo and then smiles down at the boy. “Well, you know how ya got a special spot for used things?” he says and then gestures to the surrounding store, “ever seen a place full of em? well.. er.. that’s not a no-mans land.” Enjin scratches at the side of his neck awkwardly, suddenly realizing this wasn't really all that new, before he clears his throat.

“..anyway, this is a thrift-store, Rudo. don't know if y'all had these up there on the Sphere but..” Enjin’s dimpled grin beams down at the boy. “this is where people give away old things they don't want anymore, and people buy ‘em. Anything you could imagine is here.” he tells the boy.

Rudo’s eyes widened at Enjin's description of this place, he knew he had a feeling that this store was different. the boys crimson eyes scanned around the shop before his eyes flickered up to meet Enjin’s, his jaw slightly agape. “..really?... all this stuff was just… given away?..” Rudo mumbled, bewildered by the idea. He was used to people ultimately just throwing things in the trash to be completely forgotten, never to be used again.

Enjin’s grin softens and he nods, placing a hand on Rudo’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “yep, just your kinda place huh?” he says proudly, he knew full well Rudo was gonna love it. Rudo stares at Enjin for a moment, he really didn't expect Enjin to do this for him but.. he couldn't complain.

“..now you gonna go shopping, champ? or are ya just gonna keep standing there, gaping at me like some fish out of water..” Enjin teases and gives a messy ruffle to Rudo’s hair. Rudo’s head instinctively bends down at the weight of the taller man’s hand on his head. He then began swatting at Enjin’s hand,

“okay okay!... yeah i'll go.” Rudo mumbled bashfully before he started to step away from Enjin and walk over to the item section of the store, he could feel a thrill grow in his body at the thought of repossessing these un-cared for items.

Enjin smiles fondly, watching the teenage boy walk off and do his thing. The blonde sighs a little to himself and pulls out a pack of his smokes, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. He takes a drag and slowly blows it out, glancing around the shop for any sign of the shop keeper, who he spots sleeping by the counter.

Rudo meanwhile, rummages through the items he’s been looking through. One thing was better than the next, how could anyone give all this stuff away?.. it baffled the boy. They were in perfectly good condition! And they weren't simply just thrown away in the trash?! Such a store like this didn't exist on the Sphere, they just tossed out everything they deemed garbage. But not with these items.. this place. They can be used again, they can be fixed up as brand new. And Rudo was going to do just that.

Enjin steps up beside Rudo, watching the boy scrounge around like a raccoon. Enjin blows out a puff of smoke and murmurs, “so, whatchya find, anything good?..” he asks curiously. Enjin didn't really get the thrill of it, but he wanted to support the kids' weird hobbies. Rudo picks up some items in his arms, clearly already having taken a liking to a couple of things.

Enjin chuckles at the sight, “..need i remind you that you got a limit today bud, yeah? you can't take everything.” he chides the boy. Rudo gives Enjin a look, clearly not happy with that proclamation.

Enjin lets out a sigh, “don't give me that look… you've already got a shit load of things back at home too, don't get greedy now.” he flicks the boy's forehead in a playful manner.

Rudo winces a bit at the flick to his head, he rubs the spot with a free head and shoots a glare at Enjin. “..fine….” the boy grumbles, he then glances down at the items in his arms, his eyes sparkle at the sight of them.

Enjin watches the boy for a moment, his expression softened uncontrollably. He knew that look, that very look Rudo always got when he had a fondness for the items he'd find– in Rudo’s words “not trash, but treasure.”

“hey, don't get all teary eyed on me, kiddo. This place ain't going anywhere….” he reassures and then gives Rudo a lopsided smile. Rudo glances up at Enjin, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“...I like it here… can we come more often?” Rudo asks Enjin, which only makes Enjin’s heart throb at such an innocent ask, damn twerp. The blonde sighs, he reaches a hand out to mess with Rudo’s hair once more.

“..yeah kid, we can.” Enjin says with a deeper, almost paternal tone, smiling down at the kid. Rudo’s eyes’ shine at the confirmation, “...thanks Enjin..” he mumbled shyly, yet it was clear he was happy.

Enjin chuckled for a second, “now ‘nuff yappin… is that all you're getting?” he gestures to the kids arms, and Rudo quickly shakes his head.

“uh, no! just a few more things..” he quickly says before focusing back on the table of items, happy to add on to his collection. Rudo was beyond happy. He was going to save all these forgotten items and give them a new home.

Enjin smiled as he watched the kid’s contagious excitement. Yeah.. as long as he’s happy, he ponders to himself with a prideful expression on his face.

--end--

This is apart of a series on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90159096

[toolillyy]

i loved ur enjin fic make more please! also i suggest putting x reader tags for u to reach more people:) for ex: #enjin x reader

ahhh, thank you so much sweet thing, that made my day, i'll try my best to! 🥹 and noted, tysm for the tip as well it's very appreciated 🫶🫶

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' Hii my loves, decided to write some head canons this early morning with breakfast, hope you like!

Gris Rubion Headcanons (fluff)

gn!reader | w/ romantic relationship | no use of Y/N

• Assistance: Gris is rather fond of doing every miniscule task for you in hopes of making sure you do as little as possible; He opens doors for you, whether it be car or building ones. He opens jars or cans for you, even if you don't ask him to. He just wants to assist you in things you don't ever need to lift a hand in, it was one of his love languages.

• Sweet hand-kisses : You find that Gris loves to kiss your hand in that gentlemanly fashion of his. Whether you two are out in public or together in private, he always takes a moment to bring your hand closer and press an ever tender kiss to your knuckles, while he watches you with adoration. “beautiful..” he’d whisper soft praises between the kisses, which never failed to make you bashful.

• Gentleness: Gris was strong, that was very well known, but he was exceedingly gentle with you. Ever since he met you, he’s been quite careful around you. It’s not that he thinks you're weak, not at all– he simply doesn't want to bear the thought of using his unexplainable strength to accidentally harm you in any way. It’s why he holds you so carefully, as if you were made of porcelain, or the gentle way he speaks to you , or when he announces his presence in order to not startle you when entering a room. Gris vows to be gentle with you, because he believes you deserve the utmost care and tender love.

• Taking care of you: Gris’s guilty pleasure was taking care of you when you're ill. It’s not that he likes seeing you sick, he very much hates seeing you in any form of pain–However.. he can't help but be hopelessly fond of how vulnerable you are with him. How easily you allow yourself to let him take care of you, even if you were being stubborn about it. Gris simply loves to take care of you in those moments of need, he always wants to be the one you rely on, to lean against, to trust. And Gris will do everything in his power just to watch you heal within his care.

• Love language: Gris’s love language is very much acts of service and quality-time. You always catch him providing you things you don't directly ask for, as if he knows precisely what you need in given moments. Gris also loves genuine time with you, he likes being near you, he likes seeing you smile, hearing your voice, watching as your facial features shift while you tell him one of your stories or complaints of the day. It's something he will never take for granted.

• A gentleman: Did I mention Gris is a gentleman? Gris was one of the most chivalrous men you've ever met. Even though you were both in a romantic relationship, he respects your privacy when you change, he never asks for anything unless you bring it up, he’s always patient with you in love, even if he has his own desires, he chooses to put yours above his own any day. He simply sees it as basic respect, he tells you it's the “bare minimum” when you praise him in regard to his acts.

• Your hands: Gris loves your hands. He loves when your hands are on him, not in just a sexual way, but in an intimate-romantic way. He likes holding them, he likes feeling your fingers trail through his blonde locs, or when they rub at the stubble of his beard, or simply when they trace absent-minded patterns on his arms or chest. Gris especially adored it when you admired his muscles, it made him quite prideful that you love his physique so much, and he felt immensely desired.

• Children: Gris adores kids, he’s always wanted to be a father at some point in his life. He likes looking after Rudo, making sure Team Child was alright, checking in on them occasionally. He always offers “big-brother” advice to Follo and the younger ones who need it. You admire how caring he was towards them, how protective he was, it was simply who Gris was. For one of Gris's dreams, he secretly hoped to have a child with you one day, but he didn't want to rush you with that.

• He's a softie: Gris is an immense softie, everyone knows that. Despite his large stature and freakish strength, he was very in-tune with people's emotions, especially your own. Gris has a naturally comforting presence, he always tries to make you feel better when you're particularly down that day. He goes out of his way to provide any form of comfort just to see you smile again. He’s precisely like a teddy bear and you absolutely adore it.

• Admiring you: Gris likes watching you, well.. not in a creepy way, It was more so in a way that he simply loves watching you just.. exist. He can't fathom how he’s with you half the time, or how he’s so lucky that you love him of all people. So watching you do your routines, talk to yourself and others, or anything honestly.. really reminds him of his fondness of you. “..you’re perfect.” Gris would abruptly say to you with that sweet, charming smile of his, looking at you with love in his eyes. It never failed to fluster you.

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' That's all for today! feel free to request headcanons for any other character <3

find this on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90507321

[toolillyy]

hi darlings, i hope you all are doing well today!

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