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bf!Enjin who trusts you more than anyone during missions. He leans on his umbrella, tracking every move you make as you effortlessly cut through trash beasts. He only steps in once just once when something gets too close without you noticing. When you call him out on slacking off, he innocently shrugs, but the truth is he never stopped watching your back.

bf!Enjin who watches you win every card game back at HQ, amused by how easily you handle everyone. Zanka’s complaining, Riyo’s teasing, and you’re laughing like it’s the easiest thing in the world. From a table away, Enjin grins lazily, completely gone on how good you are with those bad ass lil kids of his

bf!Enjin who sits beside you late at night with drinks, listening more than he talks for once. He lights another cigarette, brushing his hand against your thigh under the table like it’s a secret meant only for you. Every laugh you let makes him gravitate to you, and when Semiu catches on, she gives you that knowing, approving look that makes your heart flutter.

bf!Enjin who doesn’t even knock anymore when everyone else is asleep. He slips into your room like he belongs there. He curls his over 6feet ass against you in bed, head resting on your chest while your fingers comb through his hair, brushing past his scar and down his nape, tracing his tattoos. When he looks up at you with that familiar, needy softness in his eyes, you feel yourself getting warmer.

bf!Enjin who's tatted arms are wrapped around you as he ruts into you, desperate, needy, his groans dancing with your moans in the small room “Ha-shit baby” he sighs, pulling away from the crook of you neck, that he had decorated with multiple hickeys, dick twitching inside your walls when you looked at him so lovingly with those teary eyes, his name sounding like a prayer coming from your pretty lips.

I am happy to let you decide but I was thinking of an idea of the Gachiakuta men with an S/o who has a very — and I mean very— high libido. It gets to the point that they can still go on for more rounds despite their partner starts to feel the effects of being overstimulated. His would they feel about this fact?

Or

A jabber (or whoever you want) x reader where the reader is the sibling of Zanka or Enjin if it goes the x jabber route (if not it can be a sibling of the characters opposition, if that makes sense?). Sent out on a solo mission that leads up to meeting him and potential chaos and gremlin activities ensue (just fluff and crack basically)

I do apologise if any of this makes little to no sense or if it's against your boundaries (I did read them but still). Anyways toodle-o~

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Gachiakuta Men W/ a Nympho!S/o

Characters: Enjin, Follo Tunito, August Stilza, Tamsy Caines, Arkha Corvus, Jabber Wonger Type: Headcanons, tried my best to keep it Gn!Reader

all of them are freaked out ✌️😭 Pt. 2

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised

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enjin, when he first heard the news about your pregnancy, was speechless for the first time in his life. younger, immature version of him would’ve probably ran away, leaving you to be a single mama. but not this enjin, not with you. in fact, he immediately asked, ‘you’re going to keep it, right?’, as if he was more concerned about the fact you’d want to abort it. the words of wishing to become a father just slipped out of his mouth.

enjin whose nickname for you had changed from doll to ma. to his friends he referred to you as baby mama. he was proud, yes.

enjin stopped, or at least, significantly reduced smoking when he heard you were pregnant with his kid. you didn’t mind him smoking in general, but you set three rules for him: not in the house. not near you. not within the hour before he comes home. and enjin, being the woman pleaser he was, obeyed those rules whole heartedly.

enjin fucked you gently ever since you started to show a small baby bump. he knew that his cock technically couldn’t do any harm or damage to the small life you were growing inside of you, especially during the first months. but whenever he bottomed you out - deep, tip beautifully curving against the entrance of your cervix - he slowed down a little. enjin was the guy who had always loved to fuck you hard, but he found himself enjoying the slower, more intimate pace as well. he felt like a true gentleman, making love to his pregnant wifey like that.

enjin brought you whatever random foods you asked for. you craved for the random specific meal you once had in canvas town? he drove there only to get it. you wanted a few sweets? he brought the whole stash (rudo got mad). he was more than happy to spoil you as best as he could, mainly because you looked so damn pretty with that happy, giddy grin you flashed him when you got your food.

enjin told everyone (with your permission, of course) that you were pregnant for him. that the life your swollen belly carried inside was half his doing. he was almost cocky about it, lazily rambling about the upcoming fatherhood to his squad after a few beers too much.

enjin was also worried. he was afraid that something would happen to you. that something or someone would hurt you just when he wasn’t looking. that was why he didn’t stay away from home that often anymore. sometimes he even became a bit overbearing with his protectiveness - but he tried his best to give you space. enjin just didn’t want to lose you.

He thought he was the one who had a high sex drive until he met you...

Warnings: smut, riding him a LOT, overstimulation

You’re straddling him for what feels like the hundredth round tonight.

The sheets are wrecked—twisted, soaked, clinging to your thighs and his hips. The room smells like sex and sweat and that faint metallic tang of overstimulation. Enjin’s head is thrown back against the headboard, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, yellow eyes half-lidded and glassy, chest heaving like he just ran ten blocks.

And you’re still moving.

Slow, greedy rolls of your hips at first—milking every last twitch out of his softening cock even though he’s already spilled inside you three—no, four?—times. Each time he finishes you clench down hard, whimpering “again” in that broken, needy voice that makes his brain short-circuit.

Fuck, he thought he had a high sex drive but you...

“Jinnie… again. Please, again.”

Your nails dig into his pecs for leverage. Tears streak your cheeks—not from pain, just from how overwhelming it all is, how full you feel, how every drag of him inside you lights up that deep, aching spot that won’t stop begging.

He’s laughing now—breathless, wrecked, disbelieving.

“Baby… fuck… you’re killing me.”

His hands are still on your hips, but they’re not guiding anymore. They’re just holding on—like if he lets go you might actually break him. His thighs are trembling under you. His cock is hypersensitive, twitching every time you sink down, and he hisses through his teeth when you grind your clit against his pelvis on the next roll.

“Again?” he echoes, voice cracked. “Sweetheart, I just came. Again. You’re… you’re fuckin’ insatiable."

You whine, leaning forward so your breasts brush his chest, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” you mumble against his neck, hips still circling slow and filthy. “Feels so good… need you inside of me… need more…”

He groans—long, suffering, turned-on despite himself.

“You’re gonna kill me, bunny. Swear to god or whatever the fuck is above."

He doesn't stop you. How the fuck is he gonna say no to that??? His girlfriend riding him again and again, begging him for more everytime she cums. He had a horrible habit of not being able to say no to you, especially if he is that deep inside.

So instead he lets his head fall back again, one hand sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck while the other stays clamped on your ass, helping you lift and drop even though every muscle in his body is screaming for mercy.

“Look at you,” he rasps, watching the way your body moves—breasts bouncing softly, thighs shaking, slick dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. “Riding me like you’re trying to drain me dry. Crying for more every time I fill you up. Fuck… you’re so greedy."

You nod frantically, tears slipping faster now.

"M sorry… just—need it… please, Enjin…”

He laughs again—hoarse, helpless.

“Don’t apologize. Just… fuck—keep going if you want. I’m tapped, baby. Completely fucking tapped. You win.”

But even saying that, he bucks up weakly—once, twice—meeting your rhythm just enough to make you sob his name.

Your walls flutter hard around him. Another orgasm is building already—smaller, sharper, almost painful from how many you’ve already had. You chase it shamelessly, bouncing faster, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

"Ah, ah, it feels so good..."

He watches you fall apart—eyes dark, mesmerized, completely gone for you even though he’s spent.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “Come again for me. Milk what’s left. Take everything, you greedy little thing.”

You shatter—quiet this time, just a trembling, hiccuping cry as your body locks down around him. He hisses at the squeeze—overstimulated to hell—but he holds you through it, arms wrapping tight around your waist, keeping you seated deep while you pulse and shake.

When it finally fades you collapse forward onto his chest, both of you panting like you’ve run a marathon.

He’s still inside you. Still half-hard somehow. Still leaking the last of what he had.

You nuzzle into his neck, voice tiny.

“…again?”

He lets out a long, broken laugh—somewhere between exhausted and in love.

“Jeez, woman.”

He kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your eye—soft, reverent.

“I’m done. Officially tapped out. You’ve ruined me.”

Then—quieter, almost fond, he added:

“…but give me five minutes. Maybe ten. And if you’re still begging like that…”

He trails off, hand sliding down to cup your ass possessively.

“I’ll find a way to give my insatiable princess what she needs.”

Love the dynamic that Enjin has with Zanka and Rudo but it's so obvious that his dynamic with Riyo is based on... the same wavelength they have? A fundamental understanding of each other? Similar experiences they share? Sometimes it's like they have a secret language between them where they don't have to communicate with each other to get their thoughts across.

Enjin stands on different grounds with Zanka because of Zanka's hero worship. Personality or experience-wise they're not similar to each other either.

With Rudo he shows empathy to his struggles and he shares his experiences with him like an older brother would. But their relationship is also on uneven grounds because of that. To Rudo, Enjin is an adult while he is not.

I have not seen that uneven ground with Riyo. More often than not, those two talk and act like equals to each other. Enjin has neither a mentor nor an adult role in Riyo's life so I'm curious about their shared backstory and how that came to be.

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I'm not so sure? If we look at the past eight events (including the two mini events) they only appear as a trio twice. That's the same amount the Haitani's appear, Inui and Taiju, Sanzu and Takemichi. Chifuyu actually seems to appear the most here, four times. With Mikey, Takemichi, Baji all appearing three times. Though I would like to see them appear with other characters more instead, like Kazutora appearing with Hanma or Baji appearing with Smiley (I just think this would be a chaotic duo).

Alto definitely didn't use the gloves like Rudo does, just like how Amo uses her boots differently to the trafficker.