#byee

gachiakuta enjin x reader; married life headcanons with NSFW under the cut; fluffy with a dash of spice; hope you enjoy! ♡

Enjin as a husband… woah boy.

He absolutely forgets he’s married in the sense that he’ll casually say “yeah my place- oh wait, ours” and then grin sheepishly at you like it’s still wild to him that he gets to be yours.

Married life with Enjin is a lot of half-finished conversations and knowing looks.

You'll be in the kitchen doing your thing and he’ll lean in the doorway, watching you like this is his favorite show. When you ask what he’s staring at he says, “Nothing… just enjoying the view.”

He lives for the slightly flustered expression you make for him each time he teases you.

He's the kind of partner who steals your clothes (literally anything that fits) and then acts shocked when you steal his back.

Except his are way too big on you and he loves that. A little (absolutely) feral about it. “Yeah, okay, no, that’s mine-... actually, never mind, keep it.”

He pretends he’s bad at domestic stuff but somehow always knows when you’re running low on something.

You'll mention it once, offhand, and the next day it’s just there. No comment. No explanation. Just him giving you a small smile as your face lit up each time.

Arguments are quiet but intense. He will NOT be yelling at you. Just long pauses and him rubbing the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere else.

He'll try to joke it off first, but if you’re really hurt, the smile drops immediately. He listens. really listens. and later, when it’s dark and the world feels smaller, he’ll pull you close and murmur, “Thanks for calling me out. I don't wanna be the guy who doesn’t learn.”

You make him a better person and he knows it.

He kisses you like punctuation. Mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-rant, whatever it may be. Just leans in, soft and quick, then pulls back like nothing happened. He's evil like that.

He's clingy in the most lowkey way. Always touching you somehow- your sleeve hooked in his finger, your knee pressed to his, your back against his chest when he’s tired, his head on your shoulder. If you move away, he follows without even realizing it.

Missions mess him up more than he admits. When he gets home, he drops his stuff, takes a shower, and then finds you.

He doesn’t talk right away. just rests his forehead against yours and breathes until he feels human again.

Sometimes, late at night, he gets weirdly sincere. He ends up whispering things like, “You know… I didn't think I'd make it this far…” and when you remind him he did, he smiles into your shoulder like he’s still surprised.

He wears his ring EVERYWHERE. On missions. In fights (he'd rather die than lose it though). Tucked under gloves. Sometimes even around his neck on a string. He always carries the reminder that he's got someone worth coming home to now.

Spins it when he’s thinking about you. if someone asks about it he just goes, “Yeah. Married.” like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

And even on his worst days—when the world is ugly and he’s tired and everything feels heavy—he’ll look at you, smile that crooked little smile, and say, “You're still here with me, huh? Lucky me.”

He was lucky indeed. And so were you.

it's bing bing time!