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I continue to be plagued by thoughts of hawks kissing pro hero touya’s fresh wounds

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KyouJin/ Kyoukajin / Kyouka x Enjin on my Twitter.

Minors dni.

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Updated the link and there’s also more stuff posted on that Twitter! It will be fully focused on that kind of stuff and relevant topics - so it is separate from my fandom interactions.

Drew something on Twitter

Minors DNI. Post should be flagged properly on that site as well.

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Someone should bite his neck

not like a sexy seductive vampire but rabid chihuahua style

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I’m so sorry for the delay on this one - ovulation week didn’t hit the same last month because it fell on a ✨C-PTSD✨ moment so I couldn’t ekk anything coherent out. But it’s finally being worked on. Promise.

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The first of a series of drabbles for Gachiakuta. Figured I’d put them in one work on ao3 since they’re shorter and fun. Enjoy! Minors DNI as usual - thank you for respecting this.

Handsy - Enjin

It was one of those cramped car rides back from a mission. Gris at the wheel, Delmon in the front seat, Tamsy to your right, and enjin to your left. Some smooth rock playing on the radio - no doubt a tactical move by Gris to get everyone to fall asleep on the ride back. You’d been plopped in the middle while the rest of the crew took the back seats because you were small enough - “just fit right.”

The only hard part about being in the middle was worrying if the two men next to you could feel your body temperature rise from being in such close proximity to your work crush. To Enjin.

You kept your posture straight and stared right ahead. Looking to your left would let you see Enjin’s profile nicely outlined by the light coming in from the window he was leaned against. Even if he was starting to fall asleep, you couldn’t bear the thought of making eye contact with him - not right now. And Tamsy…he was pleasant to talk to but he seemed focused on his own thing - somehow reading a book. You never knew how people could do that without getting car sick immediately. That’s just how strong Tamsy was - mentally, you guessed.

A jolt from a bump in the road caused you all to jump and brace a bit, especially Enjin, who was woken from his stupor. Gris muttered a sincere “sorry,” with Delmon providing a loud, but affirming, “I DIDNT SEE IT EITHER.”

Enjin let out a loud, audible sigh - more to tease Gris’s accidental bump than anything. It sounded gravely and deep. You imagined if that’s what he would sound like if he was pinning you down. Your face warmed up. Enough you demanded your thoughts.

A hand was suddenly tapping on yours, almost causing you to jump up from your seat again, and turned to see Enjin wearing a neutral expression at you. Then he looked down and you followed his eyes to what you didn’t initially notice. Which was your hand clasped on his thigh.

When did that happen??? When we hit the bump??

-oh, sorry, you muttered as you moved it away.

A gruff it’s fine was the quick response

Your hand was back in your lap as you stared down. Now just the thought of looking up felt doubly unbearable. No doubt you were blushing - the heat hadn’t gone away from your face and you didn’t need to let everyone in the damn car know that. Especially Gris - he and Delmon would ask if you’re ok and make a big fuss (do you need us to turn the air up? Enjin switch seats with her-).

Your eyes drifted to Enjin’s hand, now back in his own lap. From your periphery you could see him slunched back against the window, eyes closed, trying to find sleep again…so you let yourself continue to look at his hands.

You’d always admired his tattoos. How complex and filled out they were. Apparently it didn’t hurt too bad - he was only ever annoyed with the healing part of it all and it scabbed like a bitch, but the work was well done. Even on his hands, the ones always hard at work disposing and fighting, the ink was a deep black. Usually ink fades after such exertion, but maybe he took special care of it. Maybe he got it touched up on time off. You’d have to ask next time he was awake.

But then he’d know you were staring at his hands. But how could you not? On top of the ring tattoos and dyed nail beds, they were just…big. You were able to hold his umbrella once to assist in a fight, and it surprised you how big the handle actually was - how your hand didn’t easily fold over the handle as much as Enjin’s did. That’s probably why it was easy for him to swing it around.

The things he could do with those hands. Big hands and thick fingers. The thought crossed your mind before you could stop it.

How he’d show you what he could do with them. Hold you down easily onto the bed. Make you suck on them. He could probably mimic the size of his dick with his digits - get you really prepared for him. They’d feel rough for sure - you could imagine grazing your tongue inbetween them, getting a taste of him - probably salty with a hint of tobacco.

And then another thought. The ring tattoos on his fingers. The one on his middle finger - in between the first and second joint. You could use those to measure how deep he was fingering you. You felt your core tighten. He’d definitely use them to tease, making sure to not go past that one ring until he was hearing you beg for more.

Then his index and ring finger…the tattoos at the base of them. How long were those inch wise? And all three of them…you knew you’d feel them. They’d fill you up and hit every spot just right. He could curl them up and torture your g spot over and over. He could spit on your clit and use his calloused thumb to rub you just right.

“I never took you to be so interested in books, Enjin” Tamsy had suddenly quipped up.

Huh? You looked towards Enjin who had eyes like a deer in headlights, and you caught them moving up to look you in the eye, then quickly averting them.

“I wasn’t…” he stopped. Tamsy egged on,

“Oh? You weren’t looking at the cover of my book?” He moved it up and down slightly in his hands to emphasize it, “why else would you be staring at chest level?”

Wait

“Unless you weren’t looking at…my book?”

“Shut up,” Enjin shot back, “I was just…zoning out.”

You could see a small hint of red spread on Enjin’s face. And it didn’t take much for you to put the pieces together…of what Tamsy’s surprisingly sassy retort was really trying to signal. You looked down at your chest, quickly, before straightening up in your seat. A smile came to your face. At least you weren’t the only one having those kinds of thoughts in this car.

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I Love this guy

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Drew something on Twitter

Minors DNI. Post should be flagged properly on that site as well.

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Broke: why is Enjin’s nose so big?

Woke: what an excellent seat to ride on

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RAHHHHHHHH

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Part two coming this week

Will this month finally be the month I do part 2 to the Vergil fic that’s focused on spanking?

Maybe.

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Okay I know this probably isn't gonna be the reason Enjin hates his "real name". But if Enjin is a trans dude and the "real name" in question is his dead name, I'm so down with that.

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Enjin! My very first attempt on this bad-ass-lookin'-edge-lord! :)

Please do not repost, only reblog and like.

Credits: Enjin fan art by me. Character by Kei Urana.

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POV - I’m on my fucking knees

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Will this month finally be the month I do part 2 to the Vergil fic that’s focused on spanking?

Maybe.

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Some Enjin and a little bit of Gris N*FW rambling under the cut but

Enjin would be great to peg. He seems very peggable. Like he’s tall and fit and I like the image of him with a cocky but fucked out smile while sitting in your lap. He looks “delinquent”/punk and I love the idea of him being like that and being so open to fun ideas and playfulness in the bedroom.

He strikes me as the type to really enjoy a dominant partner too, but not in a “mommy” or “daddy” way, you know? Like a “wehh call me a slut, spit on me, yeah I’m a dirty whore - damn that was good wanna order pizza?” kind of chill submissive.

And of COURSE in a future 3 way fic he’s gonna be in the middle with Gris behind him and reader in front and he’ll be a babbling mess. The more the chapters get the trio closer, the more I want to write their personalities. Like, in the first chapter of the fic I wrote it out as it being the first time he and Gris have ever done something like that and he loses his boner cause he got overstimulated and is like “oh god oh fuck.”

Bro definitely wears a mask of confidence and I feel like it would be on around people he gets intimate with, so it’s jarring for him to do it with like, people he considers friends. It’s easy to put on a show with strangers, but harder to do so with people you know can clock it. AND people who would say something TO clock it.

But give him time and more positions and he’ll be a professional giver AND taker and he’ll look good doing it 😤

And I wanna do more for Gris too - he’s just like, he’s vanilla in personality but he’s also just really nice 😭 he doesn’t seem to have any serious conflict to explore - if anything maybe he may struggle to show his own weakness during certain times, but so far, in the manga, he’s already a really well adjusted guy. If anything I’ll do a chapter focused on the reader and Enjin trying to spoil Gris but also being like “but what do you want?” And he’ll be like “you guys!” And it’ll be “NO TELL US WHAT DO YOU WANT WANT”