#gachiakuta engine x reader

[kingkatsuki]

This was based off an ask I received from Kitten, thank you for always giving me the best ideas💕

But imagine you get caught up in a sudden trash storm with Enjin, it's not enough debris to damage the car but it's dangerous enough you can't drive or walk. The two of you are just barely outside the city, stuck in a very confined van with tension that's been mounting since the two of you met. Before Enjin leans over and presses his lips to yours, again and again before he's pulling from the passenger seat to the bench seat in the back. Tongue sliding over yours with a groan as he pins you to the old thread bare upholstery with the hopes of fogging up the windows.

Pairings: Engine / Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, friends to lovers, car sex, minimal prep, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, praise, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1k.

“Maybe you should take a break,” You glance over the centre console to see Enjin’s eyes fluttering at the wheel, sat forward in his chair as he fights sleep.

The heavy rock playing through the worn car radio does nothing to ease his drowsiness, nor do the potholes almost as large as craters that scatter along the contaminated zone.

Reaching over you run your fingers through the buzzed hairs of his undercut, trying to coax his attention back to the path in front of you. Enjin jolts slightly on contact before heaving a soft sigh, his knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the steering wheel as he narrowly misses a large trash pile.

“M’fine,” Enjin mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself away from your touch, terrified that the soothing sensation will have him falling asleep at the wheel.

“I know you’re tired,” You push, “Just for a bit, yeah? A power nap.”

You wanted to get home just as badly as him, the unspoken feelings between you two made it difficult to breathe and this mission had been exhausting. Not to mention how dangerous it was to settle in a contaminated zone for too long, especially when it was just the pair of you. Humans could be just as dangerous as the monsters that reside in the area.

“We’re like sitting ducks out here,” Enjin continued, and he would know. For some reason the Giver enjoyed taking strolls in the contaminated zone, even though the air was unbreatheable, “It’s not much further, it’ll be fine.”

A washer dryer falls to the left of you, colliding into the ground with an almighty smash. Pieces of debris fly everywhere as you jolt in the van, holding your hand to your heart at the sudden movement as you curse under your breath.

“You good, sweetheart?” Enjin turns to you with a grin, and it does nothing but make your insides feel like jelly.

You should be used to it by now, the so called junk thrown discarded by the sky people like it’s nothing. Most of it salvageable, cookers with broken buttons that just needed a quick replacement, hairdryers with blown fuses.

Enjin had even gifted you a diamond ring he’d found one evening on one of his regular strolls. The silver band was pristine, and looked as though it had never been worn. A pretty glistening diamond set perfectly inside it, and not a single scratch on it despite the impact from the large drop. You wondered why anyone would ever throw something so perfect away, and then you saw it— A simple black speck that sat in the middle of the carbon. The smallest, most pathetic reason that it had been thrown into the pit in the first place. Because of course, why would anyone up in Heaven want anything less than perfect— But it was perfect to you. The pretty gem sat perfectly on your ring finger, despite the fact that Enjin hadn’t asked you to marry him. And the speck that was supposedly imperfect, reminded you of the friend who had gifted it to you.

You were just friends, after all. A subject of consistent teasing between the other Janitors.

“If you like someone, you should tell them.” Griss would look back from his position in the drivers seat to wink at you, just as Enjin is shouting at him to “Keep your eyes on the road, Bozo!”

“Yeah, it’s not good to keep those feelings bottled up inside.” Tamzy spoke coolly from the backseat.

“Would sure suck if the person you liked didn’t like you back, though.” Riyo chimed.

Exactly, Riyo. You thought to yourself, It would fucking suck.

And aside from a few flirty words from Griss, and one night where he’d seen red when a travelling merchant offered to buy you a drink in the local pub. Immediately appearing at your side to ward him off, the poor man leaving with a black eye and a bruised ego. “You don’t need to solve everything with violence.” Riyo mocked Enjin, who was pink in the cheeks. For the most part it almost felt like an unspoken rule that you were Enjin’s.

And it didn’t matter anyway, because you were content with this— whatever this was. And it wasn’t worth ruining the relationship you had with feelings, you were satisfied. And you could cope with satisfied if it meant keeping Enjin as a friend, certain not to ruin your relationship with the complication of romantic feelings.

Another loud crash had you snapping back to focus, a hail of trash began to pour down on the barren wasteland, things that by themselves would never have proved deadly. But with the acceleration of gravity, items were deadly as they left dents in the strongest of boulders.

“Fucks sake. We’ve gotta take cover,” Enjin’s tattooed hand shifted on the gearstick as he began to reverse the truck, narrowly missing a falling bathtub as it crashed against the ground.

“Shit,” You squealed, holding onto the dash as Enjin expertly manouvered through the trash storm.

“Hold on.” He veered left to avoid another shower of trash as it made the vehicle fall down a sand dune, skidding to the side as you began to panic. Watching more trash tumble down around you like rain.

“Enjin, look out—” You saw the falling car before he did, an old battered Sedan. How did they even manage to get that down here?

“I fuckin’ know, woman. I know—” He spat, yellow eyes catching it just after you as he swerved roughly. Glad you had your seatbelt on as your side banged into the car door, knocking your head against the glass as he took another harsh turn.

Finding refuge beneath an abandoned Eolian cave as the tires screeched to a stop, the roof of the truck dented but nothing Riyo wouldn’t be able to fix with a hammer when you both made it back to the compound.

“Baby, you okay?” Enjin unbuckled his belt to lean over the center console, cupping your face in both palms as he turns you to face him. Tilting your head to check for any injuries as you reached up to place a warm, sweaty palm around his wrist. Leaning into his touch as you finally allowed your heart to lull, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You shook your head, “Wasn’t your fault.”

“We shoulda never been out here this late, it is all my fault.” He shook his head as you both heard the loud crash of trash and debris continue to fall along the wasteland.

“It’s not your fault, Enjin.” You shook your head, squeezing his wrist softly to try and focus his attention back on you, “We’re okay.”

“I’d have never forgiven myself if you got hurt,” He continued, shaking his head. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him this worried, “I never wanna lose you.”

There’s a subtle change in his movement, and if you hadn’t have been so close to him you would’ve missed it. It was the way his eyes flit down to your lips for the faintest of seconds before meeting your gaze again. The movement has your heart rattling against its cages, dragging a metal cup along the bars to be unleashed from its prison as you took a chance. Tilting your head slightly in Enjin’s palms to brush your lips against his in a chaste kiss. They felt chapped against your softer ones, eager to feel them again as you chanced another peck, this time lingering as you stepped over that blurry line of ‘just friends’.

“We shouldn’t.” Enjin grumbles, obviously fighting the voices in his head as he tries to ignore the blood flowing through his veins. The only voice of reason, as always.

You’re in no mood to talk, hungry for another taste of him as you move your hands to his face, fingertips sliding behind the pink tips of his ears as warm palms graze his stubble. The gentle tips of your fingers stroke the base of his neck as Enjin feels all of his resolve start to crumble the moment you bring him in again.

“Enjin,” You whine against his lips as his warm breath fans your face. He smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne, the scent suffocating and intoxicating at the same time as your half-lidded eyes stare back at him.

“Don’t,” Enjin groaned against your mouth, and yet he made no attempt to pull back, “If you do that I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Who said I’ll want you to stop?” You replied simply, the taste of your chapstick now smeared against his lips as his tongue poked out to taste it. His nostrils flaring as he felt his entire body react to the implication of your words.

“Fuck it,” He grunts, tugging at your thigh as he pulls you over the center console. His grip firm on you as he positions you on his lap, perched on muscular thighs as you settle just before the semi-hard bulge beneath his pants. Slender fingers stroke along your back as he rests his forehead to yours, silently waiting for you to make your move. To push him away and tell him that you’re just friends; that you shouldn’t do this. But you don’t.

It’s carnal, the way you both paw at each other. Desperate to remove every barrier that stands between you both. Enjin’s long arms knock the top of the van as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, impatiently waiting for him to pull it high enough so you can reattach your lips to his. He’s like a drug you’ve become addicted to, desperate for another dose as your mouths clash together in a duel of tongues and teeth.

His fingers tug at the hem of your shirt roughly to remove it, swallowing the pathetic whine you make against his lips as you pull away for him to discard it. Leaning forward with more urgency as you kiss him again, tongue swiping against his top incisors as he palms your breasts through the simple black bra. The nights he’d spent awake fucking his fist to the thought of you would never compare to this, not in any lifetime.

Enjin pulls away from your bruised lips as you follow him forward, trying to reconnect them as he nudges your nose with his gently. Half-lidded eyes watch with amusement as he begins to pepper kisses along your jawline, following the curve down to the column of your throat as he begins to bite and suck at your pulse point. Another pitiful whine vibrates in your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck, caging his head between your forearms as you thread your fingers through his messy hair. Your clothed breasts practically in his face now as he ventures lower, pressing a kiss against your sternum as he nuzzles at your soft mounds gently, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

Gravity has your tits bouncing into position as he gently pulls the cups away, revealing your chest to his hungry gaze. It’s his turn to sound desperate now as he groans, low and guttural in his chest as he commits the sight to memory. Certain that if all else fails he’ll have this memory carved into his consciousness for the rest of his existence.

“God, you’re perfect.” He rasps, reaching out tentively to cup your warm tits as he thumbs your nipples, watching them pebble in the cool evening air as you throw your head back in pleasure, “What the fuck are you doin’ with a lowly janitor like me?”

You don’t get a second to answer before Enjin is leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirls around your areola as he pinches and toys with the other, growling against your skin as your nails drag against his scalp in response.

“Fuck, Enjin.” You moan, rolling your hips as you feel the tent in his pants beneath you. His hard cock desperate to be released as your cunt throbs at the thought, eager to feel him after all this time.

“Don’t say my name like that, baby.” He groans, resting his cheek against your breast as he blows cool air against your spit-soaked nipple, “You’ll have me creaming my pants.”

“Enjin,” You ignore his plea as you roll your hips against him again, giving your clit more friction as you focus on the sensation.

“Fuck, you brat.” He grunts, gripping your hips in his palms roughly to stop you repeating the motion again. Positive that if you were to roll your heat against him one more time he would come undone.

“Want you so bad, Enjin. Please.” You choke, reaching between your bodies to paw at his belt. Your fingers toy with the worn leather as he takes pity on you enough to help, slender fingers brush yours away as he unbuckles it, tugging them down with his underwear just enough to free his aching cock.

It’s better than you expected, and your belly swirls with anticipation at the sight of him. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length, the leaky cock head settles against his abdomen. Pre matts the messy blond hairs that follow a trail up to his bellybutton as the tip burns a fiery red. Swollen, angry and desperate for release as you wrap a palm around him. Making his hips buck wildly as you give a tentative stroke, catching the pre beading at the tip against your palm as you roll your wrist. Holding him straight as you look down between your bodies, watching where his length ends in comparison with your torso as you wonder if he’ll be so deep he’ll cum inside your guts.

Enjin becomes more restless now, impatient, as he bunches your skirt up around your hips. Groaning at the very evident wet patch that gleams against your panties as he presses a calloused finger against it, your eyes roll back into your skull as you feel him graze your clit.

“Oh, baby.” He hisses when your hand tightens around his girth, almost forgetting everything as you focus on the sensation of his fingers toying with you through the thin fabric, “Watch the nails.”

“S-ah, sorry,” You pant, loosening your grip as you follow the forking veins along him with the tips of your fingers.

“Gonna eat this sweet little pussy later, I promise.” He grunts, tugging your panties to the side as he watches your slick cling to the fabric, breaking off into silvery lines as he runs two fingers through your messy folds.

“Fuck, oh my god— Enjin,” Your hips rut pitifully at his touch. The sensation foreign but so satisfying as you seek it out again, whining as he circles the calloused pad of his index finger around your tight hole. Feeling the way it flutters around nothing as it tries to coax him in like a vindictive siren singing a final lullaby to a sailor.

Enjin breaches the gap and the sound that leaves your throat is downright debauched, causing his cock to jolt as he hooked his finger against your soft inner walls. It’s all too much, and simply not enough as you find yourself rolling your hips into his touch. Goading him to press his digit deeper as he feels just how wet and tight you are, certain that he’d never be able to replicate the feeling himself no matter how many Jinki he activated.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He murmurs, his thumb swipes your clit as he watches you try to ride his single finger.

“Enjin, don’t tease me,” You sigh breathlessly, wrapping your palm around his cock as it leaks fresh pre down the shaft. Drooling onto your fingers as you hold him upright, “I need you now.”

“I need to stretch you out, sweetheart.” He grunts, “I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“No, please Enjin,” You hover yourself over his length as you feel his leaky cock head graze your slit, “I want it to hurt.”

“Fuck,” His cock jumps at the lewd thought, wetting his lips with his tongue as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“I’ve got a rubber,” He continues, wondering whether the one sat neatly inside his wallet is even in date. He neglects you to turn towards the back of the van to seek out his coat, “But I don’t know if it’s in date—”

“Don’t need it,” You tighten your fist around his cock, causing his head to fall back against the headrest, eyes roll back as you brush the tip of his cock through your sloppy folds, “Just pull out, okay?”

And Enjin thinks that’s easier said than done when he finally feels the warmth of your wet cunt engulf him. You’ve barely taken his engorged tip and the heat is already scorching, searing into him as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Trying his hardest not to use his grip on your hips to impale you on his cock in one fell swoop.

You’re slowly sinking down onto him now and you can feel every delicious inch as you take more and more of him inside. Your unprepped walls throb and ache as they adjust to the stretch, feeling every ridge contour to him as you give a few shallow thrusts.

You already feel impossibly full with half, your chest so tight as though you can feel him in your throat. His calloused thumb presses soft figure of eights to your puffy clit to distract you, and honestly to distract him too as it takes every ounce of willpower not to force you down on his throbbing cock.

“Wanna feel every inch of you.” You whine, bending your head to look between your bodies as you take more of him. Feeling the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit as you know you’re almost fully seated, positioning your hands on broad shoulders for some semblance of reality as Enjin feels your walls shudder around him.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you into the shape of my cock, sweetheart?” His words have your clit throbbing and your cunt convulsing as he grins. Neglecting your clit to hold onto the swell of your ass as he starts a savage pace, pulling you down onto his cock each time he ruts his hips up. Heavy balls slap against your ass with each movement, and you’re screaming obscenities.

Enjin’s never been more thankful that there’s no one around as he does nothing to quell your pretty sounds, instead he actively encourages them as he goads you on. Landing a harsh smack to your ass as he feels you clench around him.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” He coos, “You get yours—”

You’re practically using his body for your own pleasure as you roll your hips, his pubes tickle your clit with every forward motion as you cry out for him. Your hand splayed against the fogged window as the other buries sharp nails into his bare shoulder. Leaving red crescent-shaped moons in their wake as you grind against him, feeling the pleasure continuing to build in your abdomen.

There’s something sordid about watching you ride him, the subtle bounce of your tits as you roll your hips. Your thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain a steady pace, exerting all of your energy to try and pleasure yourself. A fact that really gets him off. Enjin takes pity on you, not leaving you to do all the work as he uses his grip to him you fuck yourself on his cock.

“God, look at you—“ Enjin sneers, though there’s no malice in it, “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He knows neither of you will last long, the pent up emotion shared between the two of you was unparalleled. So heightened that it was only a matter of time that it would reach boiling point and flood over. The fleeting glances and gentle touches not enough to quench the desire inside you both, as it left you craving more.

But he’s not going to concede to you so easily, slipping a black painted nail between your bodies as he thumbs your clit, pressing the palm of his hand against your pelvis so he can feel himself inside you. Watching the way your lashes flutter as you throw your head back in pleasure, your hand sliding against the fogged glass as your climax surges through you. Enjin keeps his thumb consistent against your clit we you lean back, throbbing around his cock as you ride out your bliss. There’s nothing but white hot pleasure blanketing your vision and making your brain fuzzy as you try to remember to breathe.

“God, you look so pretty when you cum.” He almost sighs, giving your clit a final sloppy circle before pulling away to hold your hips. Fingertips dip into your plush skin as he cherishes the way you pulse around him, giving himself a moment as he almost loses it too early. Terrified of finishing too soon and never having the chance to do this again—

His strengthens his grip on your hips, tilting your body back as he fucks you with renewed vigour. Selfishly seeking out his own climax as your back is pressed against the wheel, the horn blares in the background as you accidentally nudge it but neither of you seem to care. Your breasts bounce from the ferocity of his movements, his skin sticking to the worn leather seat every time his hips cant back but he still doesn’t stop.

“I’m gonna pull out, sweetheart.” He groans, lifting your body to reluctantly slip his cock from your warmth. Enjin knows if he doesn’t do it now, he never will. Perfectly content with fisting himself all over your skin.

“No, please don’t pull out, Enjin,” You clench around him, trying to keep him lodged inside you as your thighs tighten on either side of him, “Wanna feel you.”

“We can’t— I shouldn’t,” He presses, but there’s no real argument there. Not when your warm cunt coaxed him back in so eagerly, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Just cum inside me.” You reply as though it’s the most simple answer in the world.

“Ah, shit.” He grunts, your saccharine tone the final straw as his hips spasm. Unable to control the pleasure burning in his pelvis as his balls seize. His grip on your hips almost painful, certain to leave bruises in their wake as he fucks into you with renewed vigour. Both of you focused on each other as Enjin gives a few more frantic pumps inside your warm, wet cunt before he meets his own end.

“Fuck— gonna cum, shit.” He grunts as he pumps rope after rope of spunk inside your trembling walls, painting them white. His hips jerkily fuck it into you with a few more sloppy thrusts as you feel the warmth of it engulf you, your chest heaves as you try to come down from your high.

You both settle in silence, the only sound is the falling debris just outside the cave as the storm continues to rage. And your steady breath breathing together in tandem as Enjin’s fingers stroke slow absentminded patterns against your exposed skin.

You make the most adorable whine as Enjin pulls you up off his softening cock, wincing at the wet feeling of his release now drooling onto his inner thighs and the floor of the van as he pulls your chest against his. Your arms weave around his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him as you bask in the afterglow.

“I didn’t think you wanted me like that,” You mumble against his collarbone, voice barely a whisper as you toy with one of his earrings.

“What?” Enjin tilts his head back slightly, turning to the side to try and meet your gaze as you shyly hide away, warm palms stroking your back, “How could I not want you like that?”

“I guess it’s just been so long,” You continue, “I just started to think maybe you just thought I was a friend.”

“I never really thought I had to say it,” Enjin shrugged, “You’ve always just kinda been mine in my head. Even if you weren’t officially mine.”

“So you’ve never wanted anyone else?” You were terrified of his answer, worried about all the women out there that were definitely prettier than you, smarter, funnier.

“Sweetheart, there would only ever be one girl I’d wanna give a diamond ring to.” He grins, pressing a wet sloppy kiss to your cheek.

[nian-7]

hii!! Sorry if I’m bothering or smthn, but!- can I request some Engine x fem reader headcanons???

How was their first interaction like after they met for the first time in the Janitors Headquarters? What was Engine’s first impression of fem reader? How and why the interest began? AAAA I’m sorry but now I’m respectfully obsessed with Engine

I hope you can do it and thank you so much beforehand <3

hello! i don't mind at all, please enjoy.

Engine x fem!reader

✧first impressions

✧fluff, no pronouns used, i really need to catch up with reading this..

-Likely didn't take much note of you when you first joined. You were a new recruit and he, of course, greeted you when you came by to meet some of the other Janitors. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

-You'd occasionally see each other and he'd greet you, sometimes asking how it's going and how you're getting on being a Janitor now. He's pretty chill with you even when he's looked up to by many.

-Engine likely doesn't ask you to hang out or anything like that. It's up to you to approach him with the question and he'll likely agree to a hang out as long as there's nothing that needs to be done.

-It's hard to tell if Engine has any sort of interest in you at first. You can't read him too easily but there will be subtle things that show his interest.

-1. You'd start seeing him a lot more often around base. It's honestly weird when you see him more than 3 times in a day and it's his excuse to just see you. It's his way of being interested in you.

-2. He actually seems like he takes you seriously when you talk to him. There's actually eye contact and he listens to you. Sometimes he seems to not take others seriously when they talk to him and he laughs it off but he does listen to you and what you have to say.

-His interest likely started once you both hung out more. It'd be a very slow burn relationship to start. It's very easy to become his friend but, for him to develop interest is a different story. It takes much longer and once he's learned a lot more about you.

-Similar interests help move that process along faster. He enjoys it if you both have a similar interest to talk about to each other because it sparks up an easy conversation when neither of you have anything to say.

-I'll give a vague description of what Engine would look for in a partner as well.

-1. Someone who's passionate about whatever their hobby or interest might be. Bonus if he's also interested in that same hobby or interest.

-2. Someone who's dedicated. Doesn't matter what it is but, something about strong dedication makes something inside him feel fuzzy.

-3. He doesn't even so much as blink at body types. He would prefer a partner who is shorter because he'd like to tease or poke fun at them. He doesn't care what body type you have, as long as he likes you for who you are and your cute face then it works for him!

-4. Engine likes someone who'd be able to tease back or at least take the teasing he'd dish out to you. He'd enjoy being able to fluster you but, he'd also find it fun to go back and forth with the teasing.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONESHOTS

ENJIN

"Finally!" You cheered after cleaning up the last trash beast. The area has been swarming with them as of late.

"Lousy rodents. I hate them so much."

You dusted yourself off, along with your Jinki, which is a doll. As the dust subsided from both yourself and your Jinki, you brought out a rang to polish its eyes.

You breathed onto the eyes and began to wipe it. As you were finishing up, you noticed someone's reflection in the eyes of your Jinki.

It was Enjin.

You leaped forward, startled by his successful attempt to scare you. He covered his mouth, letting out a muffled laugh.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" You asked, with an annoyed tone.

"Were finished neutralizing the trash beasts. So I guess... no!" He replied.

"Well quit it with your shenanigans, it's too hot for all that jumping." You groaned as you used your shirt to fan yourself. "I used up all my energy on the trash beast."

"It's not that hot." Enjin disagreed as he leaned on his Jinki, Umbreaker. "Being than the pouring rain, of trash showers."

"Trash showers such, but I'll take a rainy day over a scorching one any day."

"Guess we don't have much in common."

"Guess we don't..." You said with sweat dripping down your face. "Be a dear and use your umbrella to shade me."

"Nah."

"Please."

"Hmm..."

"Pretty please~."

"Fine."

Enjin straightened himself up and lifted his Jinki, opening the canopy as its supported by the stretchers. You quickly rushed to the shaded spot and sighing as you had a spot to cool off.

"You can make wind currents right, conjure up some please."

"Let's head back to HQ." Enjin suggested as he began to walk towards the car. You followed, not wanting to lose your shaded spot.

***

The car ride was quite long, but the two of you still haven't made it back to HQ. Enjin drove the car, while you were seated in the passenger seat. The two of you was alone in the car. After some time, you made it to Hole Town. The two of you decided to take a break, and grab something to eat. A while later, the two of you decided to depart.

Just before that, you spotted a sweet shop.

"Hey Enjin, let's stop by over there and get something for everyone." You pointed, heading towards the shop. "Rudo will definitely be happy."

The two of you purchased a few, well a lot of things, and packed it into the car. The two of you took your seats and took off.

On the way, you took a piece of cake and started stuffing your face. It was so sweet that you took another, and another, causing you to finish the whole cake.

"Look at you, there's icing all over your face."

"Ah sorry, it's so good. I hope I didn't make a mess." You open the car compartment and searched for some wipes. You used the wipe to rub around your face.

"Here, you missed a spot." Enjin stretched out his hand, resting it on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the remaining spot of icing.

"Ah, thanks." You mumbled, turning you head towards the window. You cheeks began to emanate a tint of pink, slowly turning red. Enjin hand still was placed on your cheek. You questioned if his eyes were still on the road, or maybe... on you.

"(Name)..." Enjin spoke. "(Name), look at me."

As he called your name. You noticed the car had stopped. Enjin leaned in, slowly turning your head, guiding your eyes to his. Your face squeezed up, Enjin moved his fingers to your chin, tilting your head up. He placed his thumb on your lip, rubbing it.

"What're you doing..?" You mumbled.

"You missed a spot. Just getting it for ya!" He said grinning. He took his hand back, placing his thumb on his tongue. "Wow, this is good." He started up the car. He smacked his tongue against the top his mouth, making a clicking sound.

"I definitely should try the other when we get back. Right, (name)-?" He paused as he saw you. You seemed to have passed out, or maybe just dissociated.

"I guess they fell asleep, weird, just started the car."

[kingkatsuki]

— addiction

Yep, so he got me. I’m already obsessed, cannot be saved.

You always claim Enjin’s addicted to nicotine, when he refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Warnings: 18+, friends with benefits, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread.

Pairing: Engine/Enjin x f!reader.

Word Count: 2k.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know.” You smirk at the irritated expression that appears on Enjin’s face as he cups his palm around his lighter, flicking his thumb over the spark.

It takes a few times for the battered zippo to start, the engraving on the worn silver not even to him. Another prize picked out of the junk thrown into the Abyss.

He ignores your teasing as the stick illuminates, pocketing his lighter as he inhales deeply. Catching it between his thumb and forefinger as he blows a thick plume of smoke into the evening air, watching the silvery wisps disappear into the atmosphere.

“You don’t say,” Enjin plants a booted foot against the wall behind him as he leans back, bringing the cigarette back to his lips to take another long drag.

It’s moments like this you cherish the most, one of the simple frivolities of the Abyss— the times you get the leader alone.

“Could kill you.” You move closer now, invading his personal space like you often do. Surrounding yourself in the scent of him, a mixture of smoke, sweat and the drugstore aftershave that would’ve been cheap in Heaven but is premium below.

“There’s a lot of other things that could kill me down here first,” He scoffs, blowing another cloud of smoke directly into your face, “Oi—”

You catch him off guard as you snatch the cigarette that’s dangling between his lips, smirking at the wide-eyed look of annoyance on his face as you drop the stick to the floor. Your heeled boots quick to stomp on it, extinguishing the flame as he practically lifts you off the ground to try and salvage it. Hands firm on your hips as he looks down at the broken, mangled tobacco.

“Do you know how much that cost?” He groans.

“You get paid well as a Janitor, I’m sure you can always buy—” You begin to tease, but before you manage to finish your sentence Enjin’s grip on your waist tightens as he shifts positions to press your back up against the cold brick wall.

He knows your games all too well, and knows how to beat you at them. Your taunting no match for his sheer display of strength as he turns the tables, caging you between him.

“You’re such a brat,” Enjin growls, his lanky body towers over you as he corners you like a hungry wolf. The poor little lamb can do nothing but stare up at its captor as your eyes meet his burning gaze, the fragments of smoke still seared into his lungs pepper your face as you fist the hem of his trench coat.

“But isn’t that why you like me?” You coo back, and it’s enough to have Enjin seeing red.

His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s almost bruising, teeth clash as your hands tug him closer. Trying impossibly to deepen the kiss as your tongue lashes against his incisors, swallowing the final bits of smoke that leave his lungs.

You always claim he’s addicted to the drug, when Enjin refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Deft fingers search a path they’ve followed a thousand times before, disappearing beneath his red vest as you scratch against the blond hairs that rest below his bellybutton. Feeling his chest concave as you raise goosebumps against his skin, teasing touches are no match for Enjin’s brute force as he copies you in this dangerous game of cat and mouse. Slender fingers push your shirt up over your chest to reveal your naked breasts to his hungry gaze, completely unbothered that anyone could see you like this. His fellow janitors, his team, barely a few meters away as they settle inside the rowdy dive bar. Other punters could step outside and look down the shrouded alley to see you in such a compromising position, if any of them were to desire that sudden burst of nicotine.

“Fuck, I missed these.” Enjin groans as he massages your breasts in his hands, rough thumbs flicking over your puffy nipples as he turns them into stiff peaks. Circling your darkened areola as he bends his body to latch on, tonguing the sensitive skin before pulling it between his teeth.

You’re desperate now, even more so than when you entered the alleyway in search of him. Following his footsteps as he stepped outside, the throb between your thighs guiding you on your way as you longed to feel him buried back inside you.

“Don’t tease me,” You beg, pathetically tugging at his belt, but the plea falls on deaf ears as he pulls back from your chest with a satisfied smack. The cool evening air dries his spit against your skin, causing you to shiver as Enjin’s hand disappears beneath your skirt to cup your wet heat.

“Fuck,” He groans, palming the sopping material of your panties as you shamelessly grind yourself down on him, “This all for me?”

He asks the question as though there would be anyone else that could make you feel like this, anyone else that would have you standing exposed in a dingy alleyway outside a rowdy dive bar.

“It’s you,” You hum, “Its always you.” And it’s the answer he covets as he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs in one swift motion.

He’s always so kind and considerate as he helps you step out of them, leaving the fabric dangling daintly around one ankle as he raises your thigh against his hip. Pressing his hard cock against you, and you can feel how desperate he is even through the layers of clothes. Just like Enjin can feel your heartbeat pounding through your clit as his rough trousers catch against it, leaving silvery lines of your slick against his crotch as he grinds against you.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” His voice rumbles, “Barely even touched you.”

“Please, Enjin.” You whine, the sound of his name uttered from your lips is almost enough to have him seeing stars. The desperate lilt to your voice paired with the saccharine look in your eyes is enough to have him tugging at his belt as he tugs his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.

The sight of him is always enough to make your mouth water, licking your bruised lips as you reach out a greedy hand his reflexes are fast enough to bat away.

“Behave,” He responds curtly, as if he isn’t the one that has you in this position.

It’s erotic the way he wraps a palm around himself, rolling his wrist over the bulging tip as he smears pre along the length. Canting his hips forward to drag his cock through your messy folds, disappearing between them as he coats himself in your slick. The moment he nudges your clit has you mewling pathetically, ashamed that someone— a man, no less, has reduced you to this.

But it’s not your fault, it can’t be when he’s built like this. Intimidating tattoos and piercings that mask the warmth hidden beneath them, the way he guards you with such love and care even when his grip against you is lusty.

“If you don’t fuck me now I’m going back inside.” You gamble, knowing all too well that he’d see right through it.

You’d have to rub your clit raw to even come close to feeling the same euphoria Enjin had you feeling with minimal effort. Many nights spent alone touching yourself to the thought of him couldn’t compare to the way his hands felt as they explored your body.

“Liar.” Enjin grinned, pushing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance just to watch the way your body keened. A silent gasp from parted lips as you tried to roll your hips to draw him inside, his grip tight against your waist as he held you steady, “Well go on then.”

Enjin knew you weren’t going anywhere, not when your body was crying out so perilously for him. It was always a playful game of who would break first, and he’d always swear blind it was you.

“Watch me— oh, shit.” Your eyes rolled as you felt the blunt tip of his cock breach your tight entrance, his forking veins catch against your spongy inner walls as he moulds your cunt into the shape of him. Creating a delicious friction as he gives you a fleeting moment to adjust to the size, especially with no prep as he presses a lingering peck to your parted lips.

“Yeah?” A smug grin appeared across his cheeks like the cat that got the cream, “Didn’t think so, pretty.”

Enjin set a rough pace, yellow eyes glancing towards the entrance to the alley to check for unwanted voyeurs as he fucked into your pliant body with vigour. Each harsh thrust had his hips snapping against yours, the smack of skin against skin a constant rhythm as you clung to his broad shoulders. Pulling him down into another sloppy kiss to try and mask the desperate moans that poured from your throat, sharp nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you.

“I’ll never get tired of this sloppy pussy,” He whispered against your lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth as you tugged. Drawing a debauched grunt from deep in his chest as your cunt pulses around his cock from his words, pressing your body against the wall with more power as he carried you both towards your bliss.

The messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit with each forward motion, enough to have you seeing stars as he wills your body to cum for him. Pulling back to stare down at you through half-lidded eyes as he snaps his hips, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust as you begin to tremble in his arms. Your leg turns to jelly as you try to keep yourself upright, his body the only thing stopping you from tumbling to the floor.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” He croons, “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You are. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he reaches between your bodies to press a calloused thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing messy circles against it as you succumb to the pleasure. Fat pearly tears cling to your lashes as you cry out for him, his name tumbles from your lips as your orgasm crashes over you in harsh waves coming into shore.

“That’s it— good girl,” He feels it before you do, the telltale sign of your climax as your walls begin to pulse around him in a greedy attempt to milk him of his release, “Good fucking girl.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you’re gushing around him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own release as you will him to cum. Nails drag through the messy hairs at the base of his undercut as you scratch at his scalp. His nose scrunches as he meets his own end, burying hot ropes of cum inside your wet cunt with a groan of your name.

It’s enough that for a few simple moments you can picture yourself somewhere— anywhere else with him. The perfect dream you’ve conjured in your mind as you get to lay together without dealing with the harsh realities that come with fraternising with a Janitor.

You both linger in the alley, Enjin’s face buried in the curve of your neck as he breathes in the scent of you. His tongue peeks out to taste the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin as you shudder beneath him, your cunt pulses around his spent cock in retaliation.

“Fuck,” He reluctantly pulls out as the mixture of your release follows, leaving silvery strings against his cock while it drools out of you and coats your inner thighs, curving his back to get a better look at the debauched sight, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Not if the cigarettes don’t get you first.” You grin.

[kingkatsuki]

It’s the middle of the night, and Enjin accidentally opens up the connection between your collars whilst he’s doing something far from innocent.

Pairings: Engine / Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, m!masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pining, phone sex (you communicate via your chokers).

Word Count: 2.6k.

“F-uck, shit.”

The harsh noise shook you out of slumber as you stared across the darkness in your bedroom, the moon still illuminating the sky as you tried to block out the harsh grunts echoing in your ear.

It wasn’t unusual for you to wake during the early hours in your dingy apartment in the city, your building had terrible soundproofing, and the rickety windows constantly shook whenever a large vehicle drove by. Most nights you’d hear arguments between the angry drunks that were kicked out of the seedy pub down below, frustrated they’d had to down their pints before going home to their wives— if they even had anyone to go home to.

You scrunched your nose, trying to ignore the gruff noise as you tugged your worn comforter around your frame.

“Fuck, baby—”

This time your eyes shot open.

You only had one connection to the collar that sat around your neck, one person who’d shared their blood with you in order to keep you close.

Enjin?

You remained silent, listening intently as his breath came out in soft pants. Wondering what he was doing up at this hour, whether something had happened to him. The Janitors base was one of the most protected in the Abyss, surely raiders wouldn’t have been able to infiltrate it— unless they used the cover of darkness to get the jump on him.

Your heart raced at the thought of him being injured somewhere, his last thought to call you before something happened. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time it’d happened. And just as you were about to call out to him, reaching up for your collar, you heard a voice—

“Fuck, baby— so good for me.”

Oh.

A warmth began to plume inside you, circlulating like molten lava through your veins as you kick your comforter off your body, letting it settle around your calves as you shift onto your back.

Did he know that he’d opened the communication with you right now? If he did, he hadn’t said as such.

You knew you should call out to him, announce your presence so you’d feel less of a debauched pervert. Because that’s exactly what you were right now, rubbing your thighs together as you drowned out the incessant whirr of the immersion tank in your building, and the hum of the air purifying unit Enjin had helped you install to combat the polluted air outside.

Clamping your eyes shut you were able to make out the slick sound of his palm stroking his cock, the friction taking over your senses as you pictured what he might look like. The baggy pants he wore hid any chance of you finding out, so now you allowed your imagination to run wild. Like you did most nights you thought about him, rubbing your clit raw to the thought of him.

But maybe Enjin was the pervert in this scenario, thinking about you while he’s in bed and deciding to call you so he can indulge in the depraved fantasy of you listening to him jerk one out. Although he didn’t seem to be putting on much of a show, his moans were muted and throaty. As though he was biting down on his bottom lip to stop anyone else from hearing what he was upto— you knew from stories he’d shared with you before that he’d had to kick Riyo out of his room on more than one occasion so it wasn’t unusual to think he’d be cautious. Especially when indulging in such a salacious activity—

You were about to reach up to touch your collar to open the connection and reveal that you could hear everything, when Enjin growled your name.

“Shit—” You almost spluttered as you realised you spoke out loud. Covering your mouth with your palm as though you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, before remembering that you hadn’t successfully opened the connection on your end yet so he couldn’t hear you.

Okay; so maybe you were the pervert— not him.

But it’s not your fault, not when you’ve got an attractive man, a Giver no less, touching himself while thinking about you. Your clit throbbed at the thought as you tugged your oversized shirt up your frame, exposing your stomach as you cupped yourself through your thin cotton panties. Grinding against your palm as Enjin continued to stroke his cock on the other side of the line.

“So perfect,” He groaned, deep and guttural, “Wanna taste that pretty pussy.”

He had no idea what he was doing to you right now, the tone of his voice had your panties slick with your essence. Your entire body felt as though it was aflame as you tried to satiate the throb between your thighs. Pressing the pads of your fingers against your clit to focus your attention on sensitive nub, wanting to hear him utter your name so desperately once more.

But then the guilt began to build inside you— thinking about what he might think if the roles were reversed. You’d spent many nights thinking about how he’d feel in top of you, his tattooed hands stroking along your body while pressing scorching kisses to your skin. Coming undone at the thought of him sinking into your tight cunt and making you his— thoughts that you tried to satiate with your hands, but it only made you long for him even more.

“Enjin?” You murmur, your hand clasped around the choker he’d gifted you.

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here, right fuckin’ here.” Enjin replied, delirious from lust as you heard him give his cock another shlick pump once, twice—

“I can hear you.”

“Yeah, you can.” He responds cockily, and it has you shaking your head.

“No, Enjin. I mean it—”

“You can… What? Fuck— shit, I’m so sorry.” Enjin groaned, and you deflated when you heard him stop the movement against his cock, “I didn’t mean to— you were never supposed to find out.”

Wait, had he done this before?

“It’s just when I get stressed, or tired— or angry. And I’d never wanna disrespect you, you know that— I just—”

“It’s okay, Enjin,” You murmured softly as you spoke over him, trying to ease the tension as you kept the connection open, “I liked it.”

“Can’t seem to find— wait, what?” He paused, as though he didn’t quite hear you correctly.

“I said I liked it,” Your cheeks burned from your omission, wondering if this may be the final line that blurs your friendship forever.

“Y-you did?” He stammered pathetically, the tone so unlike him. So vulnerable.

“Yeah,” You exhaled, trying to tame your racing heart, “I did.”

“Wait, how long were you listening for?” He’d caught you, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as you tried to stammer out a response that didn’t leave you guilty.

“It’s not like that—”

“So I’m not the only perv, huh?” Enjin’s tone shifted to cocky as you could hear his smirk radiating through the connection, “You were enjoying the show.”

“Maybe,” You play coy, biting down on your lower lip. Your hand still very much pressed against your throbbing sex, the saccharine lilt to his voice doing nothing to quell the ache.

“Were you touching yourself too?” He asks, his tone hopeful as you try to ignore the incessant pound of your heart against your rib cage.

“Maybe, but—” You chance again. But that’s all it takes—

“Fuck,” He grunts, as though he can’t quite believe you. Sucking a hiss through his teeth as he wraps a palm back around his cock, “You tryin’ to make me cum or something.”

“Fuck,” You parrot in a pitiful whine as his blunt tone has your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate to feel him stretch it open as you press a few messy circles around your clit.

“Never thought you’d feel the same.” He mumbles, and you feel your chest pang. How long had he felt like this?

“What do you mean?”

“I always said I’d like a good woman, but I never thought she’d like me back.” He scoffs, “This is what you’ve turned me into,” You can’t see him through the connection but you can already tell he’s pushing his messy blond hair back from his forehead, resting the back of his palm against it, “A simple guy completely addicted to you.”

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” You smiled softly.

“Had to weave your way into my head, huh?” He grins, “Got me totally obsessed with you.”

“You should’ve said something,” You murmur, wishing he had. Picturing all those fleeting glances and lingering touches that could’ve been so much more.

“You make it so hard to think sometimes, you know.” He breathes, “Got me laying in bed at night thinking about you all the damn time.”

You gasp at his words, pressing against your clit as your thighs clench. Biting down on your lower lip hard to try and stop the sound from flowing from your lips, but it’s too little too late when you hear a voice come through the connection.

“—Are you touching yourself right now?” Enjin pauses, listening for any signs of it on the other side of the line.

“No.” You risk a white lie, but it’s impossible when it’s the man you trust more than anyone else in this world on the other side.

“Tell me,” His voice softens, “You already know I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock thinking about you. Least you can do is let me down gently otherwise.”

“I am.” You admit wholeheartedly now. The pleasure swirling inside you leaves no room for deception as Enjin moans at your response.

“You’re what, sweetheart?” He wants to hear you say it, needs to hear it.

“I’m touching myself because of you.”

“You got no idea how hot that is,” He huffs, and you hear him shift on the other side of the line as he tousles the sheets around him before the debauched sound of him spitting echos in your ears and sends electricity directly to your clit, “As you already know I’m touching my cock too, pretty girl.”

“I could tell.” You tease back, letting that warm feeling spread through every inch of you. Flowing down to the tips of your toes as you bask in the blazing inferno of him.

“Yeah? You like listening to me fuck my fist to the thought of you, huh?”

“Oh, shit.” You gasp at the thought. Picturing his slender, tattooed fingers wrapped around his cock as his muscles bulge. Working the shaft as he twists his wrist around the engorged tip, his hips raising off his worn mattress to fuck into his fist all while thinking about you.

“Does it make your pussy throb, sweetheart?” He goads, as you run a finger along the crotch of your now soaked panties before pulling them to the side.

Enjin doesn’t wait for your answer; he already knows.

“Wish I could see,” He hums, “Bet you’ve got the best fucking pussy.”

“Maybe you should find out.” You beam, spreading yourself between your index and ring finger as you press the middle against your puffy clit.

“Shit— you got no idea what you’re doin’ to me, babe,” Enjin whines, “What are you wearing?”

“That’s the cheesiest question I’ve ever heard.” You snort, staring up at your ceiling as you shake your head.

“Hey, come on, sweetheart. Indulge this lowley Janitor, yeah?” His voice turns husky, and you can tell he’s slowed his fist down to a languid pace to try and stave his climax for as long as possible.

“Just a sleep shirt and panties.” You reply truthfully.

“Fuck, what colour panties?” You have to stop yourself from laughing at how quickly the words follow your answer.

“Red.”

“Ugh, baby.” He chokes, “You know that’s my favourite colour, eh?”

You can hear his hand increase pace on his cock, the slight friction echoing as he bites to keep his moans subdued, afraid of waking up his co-workers with their inconsistent sleep schedules.

“Talk to me,” Enjin prompts, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Touching my tits,” You move a hand beneath your shirt to grope your chest, gentle fingers teasing your hardening nipples as you pinch and pull at them. Trying to mimic what Enjin’s hands would feel like if he were here, black polished fingernails dragging against your skin.

“Bet you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen— actually, I know you do.”

“Yeah? How do you know?”

“Because it’s you.” He replies simply.

The gruff sound of his moans continue to sound in your ears as you push two fingers inside your tight hole, surprised at how easy the disappear inside you. Your wet slick drools between the curve of your ass as Enjin continues to add more logs to the fire inside you. Picturing how much deeper his fingers would go, curling your own to try and mimic his movements as you focus the attention on your g-spot.

“Wish I was there.” He rasps, breathing laboured as pleasure darts through his body at the thought of you.

“Me too,” You whine, “So bad.”

“I’d have you cumming on my tongue, pretty girl,” Enjin rambles, drunk on pleasure as you hear his hand begin to speed up, “Fuck you into the shape of my cock,” He feels off, “Ruin you for anyone else.”

“Don’t want anyone else.” You cry when you feel your walls begin to tighten. Your palm presses firmly against your clit with each roll of your wrist as you focus your attention on the same spot over and over, bringing yourself closer to that edge you’re so desperate to crash into.

“Yeah?” He groans, “You all mine?”

“Always.” You can hear the slick friction of his hand against his length as his movements become frantic and erratic, close to his own climax himself.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He coaxes, and you know you are. You can feel it—

“Yeah,” A high pitched keen you’re certain you’ve never made before escapes your throat, and you’re certain your neighbours can hear through the thin walls as you approach your end, “Oh god.”

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me—“ He grunts, unable to wait for a response as a long string of expletives follow as you hear him cum.

It’s as though you jump over the edge hand in hand, your climax surging through you as you cry out for him. Toes curl beneath the comforter as your hips snap up, bucking erratically as you ride out your release. Your spongy walls throb around your fingers as they try to coax you deeper, trying to prolong the bliss as you pull out in favour of rubbing a few sloppy circles against your puffy clit.

“Good girl.” Enjin rasps breathlessly and it has your sensitive nub throbbing with praise, barely enough to satiate the hunger as you wish he was here with you right now, “I made such a fuckin’ mess.”

You laugh as you hear him shuffle on the other side of the line, probably picking up a discarded shirt to wipe up his release. Your cunt throbs as you picture his torso and thighs covered in white ropes of cum, hoping you’ll get to witness it firsthand soon enough.

“If you want me to go, I can go.” He whispers sweetly, “I know I was the jerk that woke you up at three in the morning cause I was horny.”

“I didn’t mind,” You smile softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the sound of Enjin breathing.

“Even so, you should still get some sleep.”

“Will you stay?” You mumble, “Just ‘til I fall asleep.” You can already feel your body being coaxed back into slumber as you cling to your comforter.

“I’d stay with you forever, sweetheart.”

[nian-7]

i think we’re gonna start so loud with gachiakuta BUT!- could i request a fluff Engine alphabet? ☝️😔

Engine x gn!reader

✧fluff alphabet (a, j, k, m, n)

Affection

Engine can be pretty affectionate in private. It's not usual for him to publicly display much affection towards you. It's not much of a difference from how he treats you and the other Janitors. Affection is saved for when the two of you are alone or he gets the urge to give you a kiss in public for whatever reason.

Jealousy

You can handle yourself and he shouldn't be jealous, right? That's what he tells himself sometimes. It's not obvious or anything when he is jealous but he does wrap his arm around your shoulders as a small sign that he's giving to whoever might be making him jealous.

Kisses

He enjoys cheek and forehead kisses a lot, they're easy and he can do them without warning. He likes to walk up to you and surprise you with a kiss right on your cheek. He doesn't care what you're doing, he'll do it at any time.

Mornings

Lazy and sleepy. Neither of you want to get out of bed even though you both know you have to. Engine gives you lazy kisses as if that'll keep either of you there for any longer than 5 minutes after your alarm rings.

Nicknames

The teasing nicknames from him are almost always present. He manages to find and use the one that flusters you (or the one you like) the most. He just likes having a special nickname for you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[nian-7]

i feel like I need some comfort from gachiakuta characters… so i would like request some, about gn reader being less “energetic” and down, being more quiet than usually and them noticing this. will the do something about it?

thank youuuuu <3

i'll try my best since i wasn't sure who you specifically wanted.

Riyou, Engine x gn!reader

✧comforting an energetic!reader

✧comfort

-Riyou tries her best to understand what's got you feeling down. Maybe your social battery is drained or maybe you're just not feeling too good that day.

-Either way, she sticks around you until you shoo her off. She's not particularly sure how to help so it'd be best for you to tell her what you want from her.

-Whether you'd just like a hug or some reassurance to get you back in high spirits, she'll do it all. You need to just cry it out for the night while she hugs you close? She's right there waiting.

-She does her best with comforting even if she's not the best at it, as long as it means something good in your heart. As long as you feel better because of it, she'll count it as a win!

-Engine pretty much leaves you be unless it goes on for a bit too long. He'll casually walk over to you and just simply ask what's up. He doesn't want to particularly pry into your business or anything.

-Pretty chill overall, he doesn't really mind if you need to vent it out or just simply need a hug from him. If that's what it'll take to make you feel better then by all means go ahead!

-Just because he doesn't seem like a good listener doesn't mean he isn't one. He's a good listener even when he doesn't seem like it and he'll offer advice if you need any. Or at least try to.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[nian-7]

Hiiiii, I saw that your requests were open and so I thought what if...

with anyone from gachiakuta, platonic fem!reader who doesn't just bite her food she shoves it into her mouth like, she doesn't eat it she inhales it, she just has such bad manners on the table...

kashakdhajdhajs sorry if it's too weird 😭

hello, i'll try my best!

Engine, Zanka, Rudo & fem!reader

✧bad table manners

✧fluff-ish, no pronouns used

-Honestly, you likely remind Zanka and Engine of Rudo sometimes. Rudo on the other hand, just kind of watches you. He doesn't say anything but he wonders if that's normal for you.

-Engine isn't particularly bothered by the way you eat. If it's what works for you then what's the big deal? He casually tells anyone who tries to tell you off about how you're eating to leave you alone and let you do you.

-Quite simply, Zanka likes being around you, yes, but he will not stick around while you're eating. He removes himself from the room until you are done. He doesn't want to be rude to you about such a thing after you've probably already gotten so much of that from others.

-Rudo is a chill guy. He might ask questions of why you eat like that or others of the sort but he's not attempting to be rude or judge you. He's genuinely curious since you likely are his senior! He just wants to know and he'll listen if you tell him!

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[nian-7]

Hello! i saw your requests are open so i was wondering, if you could write gachiakuta characters (whoever you choose) with a fem!reader that has problems modulating her voice, she tends to speak really quiet or really loud.

also, make sure you don't push yourself!

yes!! idm at all, please enjoy!

Engine, Riyou, Zanka x fem!reader

✧trouble modulating your voice

✧fluff, bit of comfort

-Engine could honestly care less about the fact that you have trouble with your voice. It is what it is and there's likely not much he can do about it.

-He likes you for who you are and genuinely doesn't notice it a lot of the time. He laughs it off if you accidentally talk loudly and pat your back, telling you that it's alright. (if you happen to get embarrassed that is)

-To be honest, Engine comforts you about it in an odd way. He's so laid back and chill about the whole thing that it just makes you feel at ease about it. He won't outright point it out unless you do it yourself.

-" Don't worry about it, (name)! It's all good. "

-Riyou matches your voice level. She doesn't do this in an attempt to mock you or anything, it's just that she's trying to match your energy. She doesn't really understand it so she just goes along with it.

-She thinks it's fun to whisper with you when your voice goes quiet although she is looking at you like "why are we whispering?" the whole time.

-She really just needs you to explain it to her but, that still won't stop her from matching your voice level. She just thinks it's fun and if it helps you feel more comfortable, she's glad! (Or if you don't like it, she will stop if you ask her to).

-" ...So why are we whispering, (name)? Is there someone spying? "

-Zanka gets a bit irked the first time he hears you talk a bit louder than what would be considered normal in that moment. He needs to be told about it even though he will get annoyed the first few times it happens.

-After a while, he honestly becomes some sort of personal protector. Whenever someone gets mad at you for blowing your cover by talking loudly or something of the sorts, he steps in for you. He doesn't want you to get treated like that just because of something you can't control.

-Genuinely, he has no clue how to comfort you about something like this though. In fact, he's bad at it in general. All he does is let you rant or cry it out, offering a hug once you've finished.

-" What the hell? What are you loud mouths blaming her for? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.