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enjin is literally the type to wrap his dick in a pretty (messy/severely poorly tangled) bow and lay sideways on your bed, with your favorite snacks surrounding him and a lit birthday cake on your nightstand, waiting for you to come in to your little "birthday surprise/present".
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Ghost with demons!
TF 141 with dogs🐶
It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot!
Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
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guy who enjoys the cuck chair while you fuck his bestfriend but he also can’t help but offer his unwarranted commentary and advice because they’re not fucking or touching you right and he’d have gotten a much better reaction from you by now……
Enjin had been too quiet all day. That’s when you knew something was up. He didn’t grace you with that little smirk that got your toes curling.
Nothing. Nada.
You should’ve known it was only a matter of time until the tension snapped and you’d argue. That scared you a lot. Fighting. This goddamn anxiety of losing Enjin.
And then it happened—
“You looked real cozy back there.”
His voice cut through the air like his umbreaker.
“What?” you frowned.
Stiffly he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. A normal gesture for anyone, but you could see how tense he was.
“With him. Zodyl. Didn’t think you’d switch sides that easily.”
Your stomach plummeted. “That’s not— Enjin! That’s not what happened.”
He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Really? Cuz from where I was standing, it looked like you were ready to walk right over to the raiders and stay there.”
“That’s not fair?”
“Not fair?” he pushed himself off the wall. “Not fair’s also watching you standing next to him like you belong to him.”
“I don’t and you know that.”
“Yea. Could’ve fooled me.”
Getting stabbed would hurt less than hearing this. Enjins trust and love meant everything to you and you cherished it daily. And now every word is aimed to hurt.
“You don’t understand,” you swallowed.
“Then explain it,” he snapped immediately. “Cuz I’m getting real tired of guessing what the hell you’re thinking.”
There it was - the edge in his voice. That possessive undertone. He was afraid, even if he’d never admit it. You searched for the right words, wanting to reassure your man that there’d be never someone else.
But that second of hesitation costed you almost everything.
“Unbelievable,” his jaw ticked.
“No no. Listen,” you stepped forward. “It’s not about choosing sides. Back then - before I joined the cleaners - Zodyl and I… we had to rely on each other. It was survival. If we hadn’t—“
“If you hadn’t what?” Enjin cut in coldly. “Fallen for him?”
“Huh?” your eyes widened. “What? No!”
He wasn’t convinced. Not even a little.
“Right,” he dragged a hand through his hair in painful frustration. “So that’s why you look at him like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like he’s worth saving.”
The words hung heavily between you as your mouth snapped shut. That part wasn’t wrong.
“He’s not what you think he is.”
Enjin’s expression hardened instantly. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“He’s not,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You didn’t see him back then. You didn’t see what he did to keep us alive. He’s not… he’s not evil, Enjin. He’s just—”
“On the wrong path?” he scoffed.
You nodded anyway and your man just stared at you. Then the most painful laugh bubbled from his throat.
This can’t be happening, you thought, please don’t. I need to do better. I need to convince him.
“Unbelievable,” he repeated quieter. “You’re defending him.”
“I’m not defending what he does now,” you said quickly. “I’m just saying he’s not beyond saving—”
“And what about me?”
The question hit you like a slap as you blinked. “What?”
He stepped closer and closer, invading your presence. Crowding you against the wall your breath hitched. His presence was overwhelming.
“You’re so damn concerned about saving him. But what about me, huh?”
“Enjin—“
“No seriously,” he hissed into your ear. “You think I don’t see it? The way you look at him? That you fucking hesitate when it comes to him?”
“That’s not fair,” you whispered.
“Nothing about this is fair,” he shot back.
His clock-like eyes are so raw. You had never see him this vulnerable. Jealous, yes. But never this fragile. It made you sick.
“I’m right here,” he continued. “I’ve been right here and you’re standing there talking about how he can still be saved.”
Your chest tightened painfully. “You don’t need saving.”
“Don’t I?”
Your entire posture faltered at this. And Enjin looked away defeated. He was cracking open.
“I don’t trust him,” he muttered. “And I don’t trust what he wants with you.”
“He doesn’t want anything from me,” you said gently.
“Yea?” his gaze snapped back to yours. “Then why does it feel like I’m the one losing you?”
Your mouth opened and closed again, because you didn’t have an answer that’d fix this.
His hand came up and for a split second it looked like he wanted to touch you. And you wanted this touch. Instead he rested the hand next to your head on the wall.
“You should’ve told me,” he said. “About your past with him. All of it.”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
“It matters to me.”
Now you reached out for him… but he stepped back. Not once he ever denied your touch, but now he did. The pain was unbearable.
“Enjin, please.”
“I don’t like this,” he choked out. “I don’t like the way you look at him. I don’t like the way you defend him. And I really don’t like how it makes me feel.”
“Talk to me, Enjin. I want to make it better for you— us,” you pleaded.
Again that heavy silence as he just stared at you. “I think you’re choosing him over us.”
Hit and sunk.
“I don’t,” you sobbed out.
“No? Then fucking prove it to me,” he said, and then he left.
Now you reached out for him… but he stepped back. Not once he ever denied your touch, but now he did. The pain was unbearable.
“Enjin, please.”
“I don’t like this,” he choked out. “I don’t like the way you look at him. I don’t like the way you defend him. And I really don’t like how it makes me feel.”
“Talk to me, Enjin. I want to make it better for you— us,” you pleaded.
Again that heavy silence as he just stared at you. “I think you’re choosing him over us.”
Hit and sunk.
“I don’t,” you sobbed out.
“No? Then fucking prove it to me,” he said, and then he left.
MY BABBYYY MY HEARRRRT THIS WAS SO GOOD WEFAG🥺😭😭❤️🩹❤️🩹
being chased by your fave in the woods… that rush of adrenaline, your heart in your throat, knowing he’s right behind you and knowing he’s going to fuck you so good once he catches you >>>>
when he cups one of his big palms along the side of your neck, your hair brushing and trickling along his moving hand as he tilts your head gently while studying your carefully. thumb gingerly brushing along the smooth skin of the back of your neck.
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a diligent pad of a finger leisurely traces down the slope of your neck, trained eyes following every languid trail — the feel of your breath catching at the base of your throat ceases his movements, focused irises trailing up to meet yours. flattens his palm against the smooth skin, feeling the pulse beneath his clasp accelerate, heat simmering from the pumping blood settling against your esophagus.
