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Postin here cause it blew the fuck up on twitter
Lyrics by @ajlenoire and @kiwi
Enjin will hear a voice message for you and melt into the leather of his seat. Practically 'becoming one with the Jeep'.
After a day filled with nothing but the strangled roaring of trash beasts? It's music to his ears.
The gentle, familiar kind his muscles can't help but soften for.
Outside, a trash storm pelts against the mouth of the tiny cave they've parked beneath — thick sheets of junk clattering against stone hard enough to shake the Jeep every few seconds.
"Enjin...how many times are you gonna listen to that thing?" Rudo asks with mild concern, leaning over the center console.
The words fly right over Enjin's head as he lifts the phone to his ear. Rewinding that specific part.
'Can't wait to see youuu.'
Nothing beats the sound of your smile. Your words light — quick as they ease into that giddy tone. It never fails to settle warm beneath his ribs.
'Can't wait to see youuu,' it chimes once again — causing Enjin to clutch his chest. Fabric threading between the webbing of each finger. Like he's physically trying to keep his heart from spilling out.
To make matters worse. Enjin mumbles to himself. "Mm. Needed that." Too Casual, for someone surrounded by trash striking the floor with enough force to crack the earth open.
Zanka and Riyo remain unfazed in the backseat. Choosing to fill the time with light conversation.
Like it's normal to see this — six-foot unit of a man slouching so far down it would put puddles to shame.
"Is he okay?" Rudo looks at them. Blinks. Then returns his gaze to Enjin.
Riyo waves a palm, "Ehh, you get used to it." and bits of amusement thread through her scoff.
Without further questioning, Rudo just watches the entire interaction. Enjin records a message. Waits for you to send one back. Listens to yours an ungodly number of times while smiling to himself.
And the process repeats.
Until the collection of trash pouring from the sky finally clears. Only then does Enjin put the car into gear. Phone still in hand as he groans — stretching.
He holds it up to his lips and presses record. "Gotta leave now, pretty. Duty calls," he sighs, and the sudden wide look he gives the rearview mirror is of someone who forgot he wasn't alone. "Also, I'm with the kids-"
Enjin twists in his seat, angling the phone's speaker to everyone at the back. "Say hi, guys."
"Heyyy."
"Yo."
"Uh-" Rudo fumbles, getting not a single word in before the phone gets pulled back.
Enjin hums. Still Pleased. "Alright. I'll see you when I get back. Kisses."
He presses two obnoxiously loud kisses against the speaker before sending it off with a grin too satisfied.
A/n: thought this would be cool.
I literally can't stop writing for Enjin lmao.
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when you try to force enjin to try to get some semblance of rest (he's been taking on way too many missions and has been slouching and restless after each one) grueling but he had other plans by fake falling over his big ass booted feet, pulls you in by your wrist, grinning like a cheeky evil little shit head that he is and plants you right on top of him. big, extensive inky arms curled around you, holding you firm and steady against his expanded, warm clothed chest, landing on his bed. his boyish smirk stays implanted on his cheeks, deep dimples expanding from grinning so hard and starts cackling when you start to wriggle and fight back against him. making you rest with him.
but the shift changes instantly when he promptly adjusts your positions and he's now hovering above you. this wasn't what you were implying to him for resting, but who were you to say no to this is cute silly doofus. especially when his dimples are in show and he flashes you that stupid, impertinent adoring smirk of his (that you keep finding yourself falling for over and over again, damn this man).
both dividers made by @cursed-carmine ᨳ𑣲𓂃 .ೃ࿔
Due to its surprising popularity on the many places it's been posted and reposted to, I decided to finally complete this little wlw sketch that I had kind of given up on. I'm hoping to have it riso printed soon !
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enjin’s sprawled across the couch. one arm thrown over the backrest, half paying attention to whatever’s on screen. but then his attention is on you when you step inside the room.
“what’re you—”
you’re stepping right in front of him and drop to your knees. right between his legs. his brain’s saying good-fucking-bye.
“oh?”
his posture changes instantly as he straightens up. he spreads his legs wider and reaches for the button of his pants. a small grin creeps over his features and his eyes darken with hunger.
“damn,” he whistles, “didn’t know you were feelin’ generous toda—”
you grab his knee firmly and start patting around like you’ve lost something.
“what are you doing?”
“hold on,” you mumble, fingers brushing over his thighs. “i think my hair tie snapped and flew over here—”
huh?! takes him a moment until his brain catches up and his entire face falls.
“you’re joking.”
you lean closer, peering around his leg, still searching. “no? i literally just had it—”
he grabs your wrist, absolutely offended and feeling horny and being made fun of. “you get on your knees in front of me and it’s for a fuckin’ hair tie?”
“yes?”
his eye twitches dangerously. groaning then he drags a hand down his face like the world, and you had personally betrayed him.
“unbelievable,” he huffs. “actually evil.”
you snort, finally spotting the hair tie by the couch leg and grabbing it. “found it.”
“yeah? congrats.”
you stand up, looping it back into your hair, completely unfazed. he watches you, sulking and pouting.
“y’know,” he adds after a second, “you could’ve at least pretended for a few more seconds.”
“you were already halfway undressing.”
“because you set me up.”
“skill issue.”
he stares at you. then scoffs, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at you.
“get outta my face.”
but he’s smirking again and he definitely doesn’t forget that moment anytime soon.
happy valentine’s day i want chocolate
Are you fucking kidding me
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hey did you know that some bats honk during mating rituals?
anyways, sonar who is trying so hard to get you to notice him. he’s arrogant, so he kind of assumes you should like him anyway, but that approach is obviously not working. he’s tried to give you gifts as well, but you never talk to him about it. understandably, sonar’s frustrated.
one day, he’s desperate. and really, he doesn’t mean for the noise to slip out, but it does. it’s a honk—close to a squeak. and he shrinks back in embarrassment, but you’re not teasing him. in fact, you look excited, eyes shining. “that was so cute! can you do it again?”
that…was not what he expected to happen. but it’s the closest he’s gotten, so he does it again. he spends the rest of the day getting fawned over by you :]
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hey did you know that some bats honk during mating rituals?
anyways, sonar who is trying so hard to get you to notice him. he’s arrogant, so he kind of assumes you should like him anyway, but that approach is obviously not working. he’s tried to give you gifts as well, but you never talk to him about it. understandably, sonar’s frustrated.
one day, he’s desperate. and really, he doesn’t mean for the noise to slip out, but it does. it’s a honk—close to a squeak. and he shrinks back in embarrassment, but you’re not teasing him. in fact, you look excited, eyes shining. “that was so cute! can you do it again?”
that…was not what he expected to happen. but it’s the closest he’s gotten, so he does it again. he spends the rest of the day getting fawned over by you :]
Happy birthday to my silly demon 👀✨