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featuring. zanka nijiku , enjin , zodyl typhon , follo tunito , rudo surebrec , august stilza , riyo reaper , fu oroster , jabber wonger , tamsy caines !
content. 3.87k wc , up to 0.3k-0.5k words per drabble , female!reader , fluff fluff fluff , crack , they might be ooc , a teeny tiny bit suggestive , mischievous reader , crappy writing , safe for minors , spoiler warning for tamsy’s part , a tinge of cringeness but we embrace it like soldiers of course , not proof read.
author’s note. ehehe thanking my lazy fellas for searching out dividers cause I was struggling rlly hard with that lol… feeding you people before I disappear again okay… jokes no joke…?
ZANKA NIJIKU.
"YOU'RE going on a mission?"
A hum left his lips as you momentarily stopped your work to look after him, eyes set on the boy who was readying himself before he would leave for his mission. Leave you.
"Come back safely, yes?"
"I'm only gone fer two days."
Of course there was no need for this to be said since he'd always come back, not matter if he's about to die or half dead. He would find a way back to you, even if it meant crawling all the way.
"Can't believe I'm hanging out with Nano again." you started sulking, secretly stealing glances of his shirtless back. "Zanka, I already miss you."
"Still here."
You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.
"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.
"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.
"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.
"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.
"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.
"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."
A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.
"[name]?" he blinked.
He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.
"What was that?"
"I just felt like it..."
"Not anymore."
"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"
ENJIN.
WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?
Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.
"SUGARPLUM!"
Well, never mind. You thought too soon.
"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.
"What do you want, old man?"
The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.
As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.
"I'm going to beat you."
"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.
"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"
"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."
"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.
"Please?"
"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.
"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.
"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.
"—Excuse me?"
The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.
He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.
"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.
"Ack—"
"Where do you think you're going after this?"
ZODYL TYPHON.
IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.
Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.
Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.
"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.
The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.
"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.
"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.
For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.
"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."
"But—"
"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.
His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.
Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.
"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.
"I can though."
"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."
"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."
"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."
Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.
"Something wrong?" you questioned.
He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.
"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.
"Don't know, but you were doing it."
FOLLO TUNITO.
"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.
"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.
"Please?"
You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.
Correction, as if you owned the world.
"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.
"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."
"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."
"Am I now?" he breathed out.
It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.
"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.
"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.
"I promise I will. Stay here please."
"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."
"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.
"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."
"But it's fun—"
It was funny until you wiped your lips.
"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.
"No? Why would you ask?"
"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.
"Since... well since, I could..?"
"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."
"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"
RUDO SUREBREC.
A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.
Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.
But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.
Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.
“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.
“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.
If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.
“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.
Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?
“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”
His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.
“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.
“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.
“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.
Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.
“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.
“Why are you sulking?”
“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”
“Why’s that?”
“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.
His own plead making him embarrassed again.
“But don’t wipe it away this time…”
AUGUST STILZA.
"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.
Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.
"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.
Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.
"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.
The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.
"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.
August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.
"Shut it." you demanded.
"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.
"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"
"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.
"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."
"WHAT?"
"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"
"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.
And the last one landed on your lips.
"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"
"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.
"Yes?"
"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"
"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.
"Come here!"
"Please leave me alone!"
RIYO REAPER.
"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.
A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.
“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.
“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”
“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.
“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.
“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.
“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.
Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.
“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.
“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”
“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”
“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”
“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.
“Don’t take her side like this.”
“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.
“I’m going to beat you guys.”
“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.
Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.
“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.
“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.
“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“You’re signing up for another kiss.”
“I don’t mind though.”
“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.
“Where’s taffy?”
FU OROSTER.
WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.
"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.
"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."
He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"
"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."
"Err— What's pissing you off?"
"You are."
"Oh."
Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.
"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."
"Oh... I'm sorry—"
"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."
"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."
"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.
"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"
"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."
"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.
"Time's a bomb."
"Don't be mad if I do it!"
"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."
His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.
And you? You were caught by surprise for once.
"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.
"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."
"Really..?"
A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.
"Let's go out."
"Sure..."
"You good?"
"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.
"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.
You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.
JABBER WONGER.
"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.
"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.
"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.
"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"
"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."
"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.
A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.
"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"
"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."
Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.
"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.
A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.
"Get away from me!"
"Only for sum kisses!"
His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.
Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.
"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.
"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."
"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"
You two are total opposites.
TAMSY CAINES.
PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.
He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.
But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.
You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.
"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.
"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.
"I mean he's always been a little weird—"
"[name]..."
"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"
"[name]."
"Can you not interrupt me...? Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.
And then realisation hit you.
"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.
"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"
"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.
Shit talking right in front of his face?
"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.
"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."
"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.
"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.
"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"
"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.
"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."
"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.
"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"
"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."
"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."
"Sure." you replied dryly.
"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.
"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.
Tamsy woke to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.
He doesn’t quite remember falling asleep to begin with. Work had been long and arduous, and he found himself more uncharacteristically tired than usual. One moment, he had been talking to you about his day and then that was all he could remember.
Merely for his own curiosity, Tamsy keeps his eyes closed as you continue to rake your fingers through his hair, before he then feels the hard bristles of the hairbrush pulling through his roots. You hum quietly to yourself as you do so.
It’s quiet and peaceful between you two. The soft intimacy of it all proves to be more relaxing than the actual act of you brushing his hair. And in all honesty, Tamsy finds himself dozing off again. Your hands are gentle as they work, taking care not to pull too hard. You must braid some of the strands together, because there is a slight tug, but not enough to cause him any actual pain. Something suddenly makes you laugh.
“It’s so unfair how soft and silky his hair is,” you say to yourself. You grin when a wicked idea hits you. “I should give him a silly hairstyle before he wakes up.”
At that, Tamsy makes the mistake of involuntarily tensing. You laugh harder, and knowing that the ruse was up, he slowly opens his eyes. A soft smile graces your features, and the setting sun peeks through the windows, casting your body in an angelic-like glow. Tamsy realizes that his head is lying in your lap, his legs dangling off the couch in your shared room.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” you tease. “You sleep all right?”
“Hmm. I must still be dreaming cause there’s an angel above me right now,” Tamsy replies, making you flush. “How long was I asleep?”
“Only a couple of hours. I was talking to you, and you all of a sudden stopped responding.” You laugh a little at the memory. “You fell asleep on the couch of all places, so I figured you were tired.”
Tamsy frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that.”
“Don’t be. You must’ve needed the rest.” You run your fingers through his hair again. “Let’s just enjoy the downtime. It has been a long day.”
“That it has,” Tamsy exhales a sigh, closing his eyes as he relaxes into your touch once more.
follo tunito
Follo loves how clingy you get when you’re tired, because it makes him feel wanted and like he can protect you.
It’s become a habit ever since the two of you started dating for you to latch on to him, and you’ll often take a nap somewhere in HQ. Usually in one of your rooms, but Tomme has caught the two of you passed out on the couch in the lounge, tangled up in each other’s arms, and one time, Follo had been hospitalized due to an injury, and you snuck into the infirmary to lie with him in the bed.
It was disgustingly cute. And the others often teased him for being the little spoon, which often made Follo insecure. So you had taken to trying to let him be the one who latched on to you, but it was almost comically inevitable that you would end up wrapped up around him instead, like a koala. On the way home from a particularly exhausting assignment proved to be no different.
Gris was driving for once, and much to everyone’s relief. The ride back to HQ was mostly quiet, except for quiet music from the radio, as everyone was too exhausted to hold a conversation.
You were nodding off. The seatbelt strained as you kept leaning forward, and you would’ve been kissing the floor if it weren’t for it. Eventually, you collapsed against Follo’s shoulder when the car made a sharp turn. He was too tired himself to really notice at first. His head lolled against the window as he dozed in and out of sleep.
Your cold hands made him jolt awake.
Follo blinked some of the sleepiness out of his eyes, his vision still slightly blurry when he looked down at you. Your cheek was still pressed against his shoulder, but you had somehow wrapped yourself around his arm, which seemed wildly uncomfortable with the seatbelt somewhat in the way.
“Hey, you’re gonna hurt your neck like that,” Follo murmured, trying to sit you up. You mumble something incoherent and collapse back on him, like metal attracted to a magnet. Sighing, he does his best to adjust you so that the seatbelt isn’t cutting into your skin. But you still end up lying against his shoulder, seemingly dead to the world, making Follo smile softly.
Later, when the entire vehicle has fallen silent, Gris looks back through the rear view mirror to see that everyone has fallen asleep. Follo’s head lolls back against yours, the two of you pressed close to each other with your hands intertwined between you.
enjin
Enjin was not much of a cuddler.
He finds the action stifling and borderline clingy at times, all things that he dislikes. It’s one thing if you’re watching a movie or something together and he tucks you under his arm, but spooning is not something you’ll expect to receive from him. Or that’s what he keeps telling you, despite how his actions portray the exact opposite.
You wake up in the middle of the night with no real explanation why. Through bleary eyes, you could barely make out the 3:15 am on the nearby alarm clock. Beside you, Enjin sleeps soundly, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. One of his strong, tattooed arms was wrapped around your waist.
Wiggling out of his hold, you sleepily and quietly make your way out of the room to find something to drink in the kitchen. Still rather half asleep, you don’t actually make it back to your and Enjin’s bedroom. Instead, you lie across the couch in the lounge and promptly pass back out.
When you wake up to the sun filtering through the curtains, you immediately notice how warm you feel. Much to your surprise, Enjin is nearly lying on top of you. You’re pressed to the back of the couch with your boyfriend, having squeezed in to the little remaining space on the cushions. And with him so close to you, the heat radiating off his body has you sweating.
His arms are wrapped securely around your middle with his head against your chest. This leaves his legs mostly dangling off the edge of the couch uncomfortably. A blanket you don’t remember grabbing is draped across you.
“Enjin, what are you doing?” You mumble. Your memory begins to return and you recall how you passed out on the couch when you were coming back from the kitchen. But that didn’t explain why Enjin was here. “Why are you on the couch too?” When you try to sit up, he groans and tightens his arms around you. “Enjin. Come on. I have to pee.”
“No…” he grumbles.
“No?!” You don’t know whether to laugh or not. Sighing, you run your fingers through his hair, causing him to shift ever so slightly. Never would you imagine you’d see the day when your boyfriend was acting so clingy and oddly gentle. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you on the couch?”
Enjin blinks up at you sleepily before turning and resting his head back against you. “The bed was just cold without you.”
zanka nijiku
Zanka gets flustered easily, and the fastest, most surefire way to do so is to ask to cuddle. His family has never been the most affectionate type, so receiving any type of touchy-feely behavior genuinely makes his brain short-circuit.
Over time, though, it’s like he becomes addicted to your hugs and cuddles. He genuinely craves it, especially after such a long day, and he gets pouty if you don’t shower him with your love immediately when he returns. Zanka will never admit that out loud, though, and will mope around until you finally realize something is wrong.
“Zanka, is something bothering you?” You question. He had been short with you ever since Team Akuta returned, giving you somewhat of the cold shoulder, which left you confused and, albeit, a bit irritated, as you don’t know what you did wrong.
“No,” Zanka dismisses, barely even sparing you so much as a glance, which made you know that he was lying. “Just a bit tired. Don’t worry about it.”
He turns his attention back to polishing his Lovely Assistaff, and the conversation ends there. You frown, the slightest bit of annoyance ticking your jaw. Sighing, you stand to leave.
“Fine, be like that,” you huff.
Zanka says nothing. But he can’t ignore the ache and longing feeling in his chest that constricts tighter when he hears you walk away. He knows he was being an idiot, and fighting with you over something so stupidly small and insignificant was childish. Plus, the last thing he truly wanted was to put a strain on your relationship when the issue could simply be resolved if he communicated his needs better.
Sighing, Zanka puts Lovely Assistaff down and turns to call for you when suddenly, a weight drops against his backside. Your arms wrap around him tightly.
“W-What are you doing?” Zanka asks, turning his head away to keep you from seeing the red spreading across his cheeks.
“Charging you,” you muffle against his back.
“Charging me?”
“Hm. You said you were tired. So I’m gonna hug you until your battery is restored.” The way you said it so casually yet so seriously made Zanka crack a smile. Then, he laughed. You look up at him, that stupidly cute smile of yours making him forget all reason. “Is it working?” You ask.
“Yeah.” Zanka turns and wraps his arms around you. “It’s working.”
gris rubion
Gris is the type to put you first even when he’s tired.
There have been multiple times when he’s carried you from the car because you’ve fallen asleep, or helped you to bed when you dozed off on the couch. He’s always doting on you. And Gris does it merely because he likes to take care of you.
“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Gris asks, tracing a hand down the back of your bare shoulder. He shifts slightly to adjust you in his lap, the water sloshing around you. After a long day of work, which left you grimy and feeling dirty, Gris offered to run you a warm bath. You asked him to join you, and now here you both were, basking in each other’s company.
“Mhm. Never better,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. Gris continues to trace his hands up and down your body, gently caressing your shoulders, your waist, and your hips, before giving your ass a playful squeeze. “Gris,” you warn, a playful smile tugs across your face.
“Sorry. Sorry,” he laughs. He wraps his arms tighter across your waist, and you relax into his embrace. Even though he was so tall that his knees bent uncomfortably in the small tub, Gris didn’t complain. Just having you this close to him was enough.
Taking the washcloth, Gris lathers it with soap. He rubs gentle circles on your back before moving down your arms, covering them with sudsy bubbles. His touch is so comforting and protective in a sense. Soft, sensual, yet intimate. It begins to lull you off to sleep. Gris chuckles as you nod forward, and he has to steady you to keep you from falling face-first into the tub.
“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“Hm? No. I’m awake,” you say, though it is a blatant lie. You shiver slightly when he squeezes the washcloth, ringing out the lukewarm water down your back to rinse the soap off. Gris presses a kiss on the back of your bare shoulder. He reaches past you to pull the plug from the tub. The water begins to swirl down the drain.
“Time for bed, sleepyhead,” Gris says. A soft smile adorns his face as he grabs the fluffy towel to wrap around you. “Come on. I got you.”
jabber wonger
Jabber is insanely clingy and doesn't understand the concept of personal space.
He constantly demands your attention, and 100 percent of it at that. You could be trying to work on some papers for the boss, and he'll take them out of your hand while throwing himself across your lap. Or if you act like you're going to lie down without him, here comes Jabber, doing whatever he can to prevent you from relaxing. At times, you think he does it on purpose. You never get to know a moment's peace with him around.
"Babe~" Jabber whines. He hangs over the couch you're lying on, poking at your cheek. "Babe, don't ignore me. Hey!"
You sigh, a headache throbs at the base of your temple. You swat his hand and bring the book you're trying to read closer to your face. "Jabber, I have the day off for once. Can you please let me read my book?
"But I think the new poison I made was actually a sedative, and now I'm about to pass out."
"Wait...What?!"
Your boyfriend grins, and then his eyes are rolling back. His body goes slack, which has him sliding off the couch. You jump to try to grab him, but you're a second too slow and can't stop him from hitting the floor. "Jabber! What the hell!? Goddammit."
Jabber giggles deliriously as you shake him. Whatever he drugged himself with causes his muscles to spasm, and his eyes appear glassy, unfocused. His head then lolls back limply, and he's out like a light.
"Idiot," you huff. "Couldn't you have given me more of a heads-up? What even is the antidote?" Of course, he doesn't respond, so now you have to figure out how to take him back to his room. Hooking your arms under his armpits, you strain as you drag him down the hall, but he's so tall and heavy that it's difficult to keep a decent hold on him.
Jabber is dead weight when you manage to finally heave him onto his bed. You're irritated and beyond exhausted by this point. You collapse beside him, ready to pass out yourself. But seeing Jabber's sleeping face, relaxed and oddly calm, you can't help but appreciate how handsome he is up close.
"You're such an idiot," you sigh. You run your thumb across his cheek, and your expression softens. "Why do you go to such extremes to get my attention?"
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꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: enjin, gris rubion, tamsy caines, follo tsunīto
꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dom & sub reader, edging, spanking, degradation, wax play, light bondage, praise, consensual free üse
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but there’s no way that’s true, just look at him.”
his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isn’t one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.
“hah— please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,” he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.
“just need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!” enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails it down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.
you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.
you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”
his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.
smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.
“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.
his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.
he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”
none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.
the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.
“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.
tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.
tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”
he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.
he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.
you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.
humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.
follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”
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Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cleaner/Raider respectively
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons
Warnings ── N/A
August
✦ ── August gifts you so much stuff it's hard to keep track, though more often than not it's clothes. You find the knitting needles yourself in his workshop, and when you mention wanting to try knitting, he shows you how and encourages you to keep them!
✦ ── He tried knitting, but it required too much patience and was far too easy to fuck up, so they were just gathering dust anyways. Seeing you knit in your little corner of his workshop brings him joy, too!
✦ ── Even when you're off on missions as a supporter, you bring them along to work on your project during the long drives or stops between locations.
✦ ── That's why, when your team is outnumbered and you're moments from being trash beast food, you have them on you. Suddenly the little needles are giant pins that skewer the trash beast like a knife through butter.
✦ ── Oh yeah, that's so fucking badass! Now August is begging to see them in action, even if it's dangerous! He wants to see you put those needles to work, babe!
"DO YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME!?" He was clinging to your waist, wide eyes staring down at you through orange lenses.
Despite his accusation, he had a large grin on his face.
"Of course not, Auggie! I love them so much because you gave them to me!" Your hands were waving frantically, playing along with him.
"I know! Just wanted to hear you say it!" The low chuckle he gave was unlike his usual boisterous laugh; it would have been alarming if it weren't coming from August.
"THIS MEANS I GET TO MAKE YOU A GIVER UNIFORM! WOO!!"
Eishia
✦ ── It was an old tool of hers, a simple stethoscope that was a little worse for wear. She had just gotten a new upgraded one, and she knew you had fun playing with it, so she gifted you her old one!
✦ ── Eishia knows you best, because you're always using it on anyone who lets you (mostly her) or on random surfaces to see what it'd pick up.
✦ ── It becomes pretty commonplace to see you wearing it, which warms her heart. She's glad you put the old thing to good use, even for silly purposes.
✦ ── During one mission you get separated from the rest when a Raider attacks. It's life or death when they rip your stethoscope away from you. It just so happens the chestpiece makes contact with their skin.
✦ ── Suddenly you can hear everything they're thinking and feeling and how their body is reacting. You're able to discern their instrument's weak point from their thoughts and use it to beat them.
"My gift...saved your life?" After you'd been healed from minor injuries, she'd taken the time to listen to what happened.
"Yeah! I was moments from being killed, and then boom! All these thoughts flooded me. So, thank you, Eishia!" Your hands were holding one of hers, keeping it close to your chest.
She was still staring at the stethoscope around your neck.
"I really didn't do anything. It was just a little gift..." Her stammering took over as she lowered her voice. "...but I'm really glad it helped you."
Enjin
✦ ── It was a stupid joke, is what it was. He got you a stopwatch because you were the slowest runner on Akuta and wanted to 'fuel your rage' during your training runs.
✦ ── It worked, albeit a bit too well. You used it all the time and maintained the habit of trying to break your own speed record. He'd always be there to cheer you on and watch as you steadily beat his own speed.
✦ ── One day the two of you go for a run around town, except halfway across the street a car comes barreling towards you and Enjin.
✦ ── One second he's bracing for impact, and the next he's safely on the sidewalk without having moved a muscle. You're clearly out of breath, but your eyes are glowing, and so is the stopwatch.
✦ ── Absolutely baffled at the absurdity of it. People spend their whole life trying to become a giver, and you did it with one gag gift and a shitty driver. Yeah, you're fucking amazing!
"FOR REAL!?" The walk back to HQ is filled with his baffled shouts and your laughing.
"I mean, I guess it makes sense. I've been taking good care of this lil guy." You were looking at the stopwatch again, which seemed to be able to slow down time.
You'd have to test it out some more before you knew exactly what it did.
"Damn, I should start gifting shit to more people. Cleaners could always use more givers." If only it were that easy.
Follo
✦ ── When he and the others head to town to get artificial flowers for Zanka, Follo gets the bright idea to buy you a bouquet for your date later that night.
✦ ── It's full of your favourite flowers, colours, and foliage that support the entire aesthetic. The stems are neatly tied with a ribbon, and they'll never die since they're fake!
✦ ── He's super happy you cherish them, to the point where you always wear at least one of the flowers in your hair or somewhere on your person.
✦ ── One day while the two of you are out on a mission, supporting the combatants, a trash beast gets way too close to trampling Follo.
✦ ── The flower you're wearing comes to life in a blur of panic. Suddenly the trash beast is completely ensnared in reinforced artificial vines until it's crushed to death.
"Your flowers? The ones I gave you?!" The post-fight rush is long over, and suddenly Follo is all over you, making sure you're uninjured.
Ironic, given he was the one in danger.
"Yeah! I guess I loved them a little too much, huh?" Follo was inspecting the flower you twirled between your fingers.
"That's so...so...gah!" He pulled you into his arms, mostly so he could hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Wanting to be a giver was one thing, but knowing he helped you become one was already an honour.
Jabber
✦ ── You were like...an honorary Raider. Being a non-giver, you mostly just helped Jabber with whatever missions he had when possible.
✦ ── Of course you couldn't go on all of them, which meant you were alone a lot. Jabber didn't like that, so he brought you the first weapon he could find: an axe!
✦ ── You, alone, bored, and an axe? Well, you may as well practice with it! And so you hone your skills at fighting with an axe, testing it on makeshift piles of trash and drawn targets.
✦ ── It's when some trafficker finds you alone that you first bother to use it against anyone. He gets the jump on you, but it's only moments before you've chopped the guy's hand off.
✦ ── Except your axe is blazing hot, and it cauterizes immediately. He won't bleed out, so you restrain him for the Raiders to do as they please later.
"Damn! That was totally nasty!" Jabber stuck his tongue out to accentuate his 'disgust' at how you'd pretty much tortured the guy.
"It's not like I knew it'd do that!" You gave an exasperated sigh, still clutching the axe you'd used hours prior.
"You should have known! You're obsessed with me and any gift I give you, right? Of course you'd become a giver!"
"I don't think that's how it works..." You weren't certain he was listening.
"We're a perfect little torture duo, though, don't you think? Non-lethal poison and non-lethal limb detachment." For whatever depraved reason, the thought brought a blush to his cheeks.
Rudo
✦ ── It was just something he'd found in one of the no man's lands, a little trinket he'd repaired and cleaned up because he thought you'd like it: a skateboard.
✦ ── You were always talking about how bored you were at base when you were done with front stuff, so why not give you a hobby to try? And it seemed to work!
✦ ── In fact, it became your main hobby. He would always go for small trips with you to find abandoned buildings, taking the time to build ramps and obstacles with you.
✦ ── When he's away on missions, you like to visit the little ramp parks on your own. Only, this time there's a horde of smaller trash beasts there.
✦ ── Usually your skateboard wouldn't work so well on the uneven soil, making the quickest path out of there, but suddenly your skateboard is levitating, and wheels simply don't matter!
"This isn't a joke, right?" Rudo was side-eyeing the skateboard currently leaning against the wall. He'd just gotten back and was filled in on your encounter.
"Dead serious! Thank you, Rudo!" Your hug caught him off guard, though he eventually managed to offer it right back.
"Huh? Thank me? Why?" His pale face is now a burning crimson.
"I was saved because of your gift, and it's special to me because you fixed it up for me! So, thank you!"
Semiu
✦ ── Since you're always sitting by her desk during your free time, she gifted you a nice Rubik's cube to keep your hands busy and away from messing with her paperwork.
✦ ── Now you're crazy fast with it! You ask other cleaners to scramble it for you, and you can solve it in under thirty seconds. You're distracted, and Semiu gets your company while she works.
✦ ── One day some no-good lowly group decides to try and infiltrate cleaner HQ through the back exit tunnels. Naturally you follow Semiu because you want to see her badass fight!
✦ ── There you are, mindlessly toying with your Rubik's cube, when you overhear one of them call her all sorts of obscenities. No weapon has been drawn, the fight hasn't even started, and suddenly the whole tunnel is upside down.
✦ ── You're furious, cussing them out and twisting the Rubik's cube. Every time you turn it, the gravity in the tunnel shifts, which Semiu has no trouble adjusting to. The criminals, however, fall without grace countless times.
"Seriously? I didn't think you liked that little toy so much."
"I like it because of you, Semiu. You gifted it to me, and it allows me to spend more time with you." Of course she knew that already, but she enjoyed hearing it come from you directly.
"That's plain adorable, babe." Seeing you enjoy a gift so much to the point of awakening as a giver was both an honour and a huge addition to her ego.
Tamsy
✦ ── It was an innocent gift. He got roller skates to try them out; you showed interest, so he thought you might use them more than him. He even goes out of his way to help you get used to wearing them!
✦ ── The laces were also replaced with some of Tokushin's yarn, since the originals had rotted. Overall, the personal touches he provides in fixing them up for you make it extra sweet.
✦ ── It's one evening when you're minding your own business, roller skating along the nearby town's sidewalks while Tamsy walks alongside you, that someone is crossing the road and fails to notice a car moments from hitting them.
✦ ── You're far, impossibly far, and yet your feet carry you faster than what should have been possible. You've swooped the person out of the way just in time to miss the car.
✦ ── Amazed? Of course! Impressed? Absolutely! Smitten? Of course he is; what an absolute ego boost that you became a giver thanks to his kindness.
"Rollerskates, hm? My distaff is much cooler." He was already teasing you on the walk back.
Walk, yes, because you now clutch the skates in your arms. Adrenaline is still racing from the ordeal and you're terrified you'll accidentally activate them again.
"Is teasing your way at getting me to calm down?" You looked up from the sidewalk to eye him.
"It's working, isn't it?" Of course it was, but you'd never tell him that. He was already too cocky, knowing your instrument was his gift.
Tomme
✦ ── Since you and Tomme were both supporters, you got split up a lot. That meant she always wanted to hear about what kind of trash beasts you saw during your missions so she could write about them!
✦ ── Of course, you're busy fighting for your life, and she understands you can't always be taking notes. So she gifts you a camera and requests you try to take photos of them instead—when convenient—so she can add them to her journal that way!
✦ ── And you seem to really enjoy taking photos. You take great care of the camera and are always sure to bring back something for her. It's during one encounter that you nearly die to the very trash beast you're taking a photo of, when it turns out a little...different.
✦ ── The photo has a looping animation, and it already has a caption in your handwriting detailing the encounter!
✦ ── Tomme thinks it's a super badass power and is crazy excited to use some of these special polaroids in her journal. But she is also moments from smacking you over the head for endangering your life!
"I still can't believe you'd risk your life for my hobby, though." She's shaking her head, which now rests in her hands.
"But the shot turned out great, and now I'm a giver! That's a double win." Regardless of your confidence, your smile is still sheepish.
Tomme lifts her head, using a free hand to flick your forehead.
"Don't risk your life, no matter how cool it may seem!"
Zanka
✦ ── Gifts were rare from him. He was more of an experience person who wanted to spend time with you. When he does give you a gift, it's something extremely well thought out.
✦ ── Such as the little music box with a dancing ballerina in it. It was purchased from a collector and a vintage find. Not only that, but the song it played was a lullaby he heard you hum countless times.
✦ ── Whenever you struggled to rest or anxieties came to haunt you, you'd pull out the little box and watch the ballerina 'dance' to the little tune. It was great for when he was away, too.
✦ ── During one of your missions, you and a few supporters are cornered by two Raiders. Without any combatants you're no match, and it isn't long before most of you are injured or bleeding out.
✦ ── Your music box falls out of your pocket and opens, and once the little melody starts playing, both the Raiders fall completely limp to the floor.
"I'm just glad you're okay." Zanka is sitting on the side of your hospital bed, having stayed by your side since Akuta found you and the other supporters.
"It's thanks to you, really. Your sweet gift saved me." Your hand was intertwined with his; the music box sat on the side table where you could give it a glance.
"You're the one who used its potential, not me. But..." Zanka was avoiding eye contact, though you could see a blush peeking through the hair obscuring his face.
"I'm glad it means that much to you."
Author's Note ── I actually got this as a request, but it was only for Zanka/Tamsy, and they asked for a oneshot (which I don't do upon request), so I just had fun with it since the prompt was so fun!
Hola amigo, may I kindly offer this thought of either one of two idea me had.
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
Enjin
Enjin is the type of guy to brag about being able to keep up with you then completely crumble behind closed doors
"Shit, slow down- my dick's about to fall off!"
his chest heaves with every sigh and breathless plea that fell onto deaf ears
he tries to fulfil whatever nasty fantasies you may have (unless it involves his ass; nothing is allowed in there) but it always ends the same way
it always ends with him lying on his back, complaining about how unsatiable you are with a fucked out look on his face while you ride him into oblivion
when he really feels like he's at his limit he makes quick work of flipping you over in order to use his mouth on you
he will literally give you head for as long as you want; anything to give his dick a well deserved break
Follo Tunito
poor Follo was a certified virgin before meeting you so his first sexual parner being so...intense was no easy feat
he gets overstimulated so easy but he wouldn't even dream of stopping you before you're satisfied
he defo needs a safe word because there's NO way he's able to keep up..
he gets embarrassed whenever he cums too quickly but he just cant help it :(((
be sure to praise him and reassure him that he's doing well because he really is trying his best!
DEF a crier and he's so cute too UGHHH MY BABY
by the time you're done with him he's a spent mess, dazed and babbling mindlessly
pls give him the best aftercare, he deserves it :(
August Stilza
talks a big game AND can back it up
he can be just as freaky as you are and has no qualms about going at it like rabbits for hours on end
no matter how tired he gets August will keep slamming his hips into you until you tell him to stop
chances are you guys have fucked on every possible surface of his workroom
he does a great job keeping up with you but it's still possible to wear him out
he's down for whatever you may want to try (including butt stuff unlike Enjin) but when he finally gets tired he gets lazy
"Man, I'm beat!" he'd sigh, falling back into his mattress with his legs spread "Do what you wan't but I'm not movin'!"
and he will literally lay there until you have him dry cumming and twitching
don't worry though, after a power nap he's ready to fuck you/get fucked senseless all over again!
Tamsy Caines (my wife...<3)
he knows just how to handle you without burning himself out too quickly
he's actually quite fond of how needy you can be
his mouth is extremely skilled as well as his hands; he can use them to tame you some before giving you what you really want
i also think Tamsy is a HUGE sadomasochist
he'd tie you up with his tokushin and give you head until you cum at least thrice
he doesn't give you breaks either; its always back to back orgasms with this guy but that's exactly what you were asking for, isn't it?
sometimes he likes to leave you tied up and untouched while he jerks himself off over you just to watch you squirm all teary eyed
he loves it when you beg; maybe if you sweet talk him enough he'll fuck you sooner
other times, when he's feeling extra generous, he'll lay back and let you have your way with him (not without making you work for it though)
Arkha Corvus
a s/o with high libido? lightwork
he can deal with it no problem
he'll manhandle you and fuck you into next week without even breaking a sweat
despite his reserved tendencies his stamina is unmatched
unfortunately you'll never get to see Corvus worn out and overstimulated
no matter how hard you try, you always end up being the one in that state even if it seemed impossible before
he likes to sit back in his office chair and watch you try your best to ride him, smirking while you fall apart on top of him
then once you've decided you were too tired to continue he'd bend you over his desk and take things into his own hands
there's a safe word in place just for YOU because when you complain about him being too much, he's just going to tease you
"Too much? But isn't this what you wanted?"
every time Corvus gets his hands on you he leaves you a shaking mess but you would never have it any other way <3
Jabber Wonger
oh baby he's in LOVE
everyone knows how much of a masochist he is
he'd let you fuck him anywhere and any time you want until neither of you can cum anymore
any position you want him in he's there before you can even finish your sentence
a lot of pathetic begging come's from Jabber, even when he's not exactly sure what he's begging for
harder? softer? does he want you to speed up or slow down? he has no clue but whatever you're doing to him just hurts so good
he's very vocal and doesn't shy away from telling you exactly what he's feeling or thinking
he's not above free use; it doesn't matter what he's doing, the minute you tell him to drop his pants they're gone!
even if you guys have a safe word he is never ever going to use it
hell, you could fuck him until he passes out and he still wouldn't care if you kept going!
when Jabber's reaching his limit he starts drooling and his hips buck uncontrollably while his words start to slur, but even then he'll still complain if you dare to stop
"Seriously, you're done already? Please give me more! Pleaaaaseee!! I promise I can take it!!!" (and he does like a champ every time)
Relationship headcanons for the Gachiakuta characters🤩
(dada Enjin ofc😛, Zanka… maybe even August and Jabber’s goofy asses🤣 Gris and Riyo, whoever you wanna add girl!) 💕
What would they be like in a relationship, how did they get together, and whatever other details you can think of🤭
“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”
a/n: first time writing gachiakuta headcanons for multiple characters… kinda nervous…
but wrote this while listening to lloyd’s be the one and i went ham 😼
ft. enjin, zanka nijiku, august stilza, jabber wonger, riyo reaper, rudo surebrec, gris rubion, follo tunito, tamsy caines, zodyl typhon
enjin
enjin does not fall in love quietly. it starts as irritation. you talk back. you don’t flinch. you don’t look at him like he’s something dangerous that needs to be tiptoed around. immediately suspicious.
the way you get together is the most accidental thing ever. one day you’re bantering during a mission, the next you’re patching him up, sitting way too close, and he suddenly realizes he likes the sound of your voice more than his own thoughts. which is insane. he hates that.
he flirts like he’s joking until he realizes you flirt back just as easily. then suddenly he’s the one getting flustered, cigarette paused mid-air because did you just say that?
enjin is the kind of boyfriend who pretends he’s chill, but is absolutely hovering. not in a controlling way. more like “i’ll lean against this wall casually while watching everything around you.”
arguments are quick, sharp, and honest. no drawn-out drama. you call him out, he scoffs, then ten minutes later he’s sighing and handing you something you forgot because yeah, fine, you were right.
physical affection is constant, but subtle. fingers hooked in your belt loop. his shoulder nudging yours. you sitting between his knees while he smokes, his chin resting on your head.
he trusts you with the ugly parts. the anger, the exhaustion, the moments where he feels like everything is just trash that needs burning. you’re the thing he doesn’t want to destroy.
secretly? he loves when you boss him around. would rather die than admit it.
zanka nijiku
zanka falls first and falls HARD. like embarrassingly hard. the man does not stand a chance.
you get together because you’re nice to him. that’s it. you treat him like he’s competent and capable and not just the butt of the joke, and he’s cooked.
he rehearses confessions in his head for weeks. when he finally tries, he trips over his words so badly that you think he’s joking. he is, in fact, not.
once you’re together, he’s so earnest it hurts. remembers everything. checks in constantly. wants to know if you ate, if you slept, if you’re okay.
he’s anxious in the beginning, always worried he’s not enough for you. one teasing comment too many and he’s spiraling internally until you grab his face and tell him to knock it off.
zanka is surprisingly brave for you. he still gets scared, but he moves anyway if you’re involved.
PDA makes him short-circuit. holding hands? fine. arm around his waist? he’s blushing. kiss on the cheek? he’s gone.
he talks about you like you hung the moon. like loving you is the most obvious thing in the world.
would absolutely let you hype him up before jobs. you say “you’ve got this,” and suddenly he does.
august stilza
august is loud. passionate. expressive with his whole chest. when he talks, people listen whether they want to or not.
you get together through chaos. heated discussions, raised voices, overlapping opinions… until one day you realize none of it feels hostile. it feels alive.
he absolutely hates being rushed. deadlines make him drag his feet out of pure spite. the more pressure he’s under, the slower he moves.
but when he’s left alone? when he’s trusted to work in his own rhythm? august produces absurdly high-quality results in no time flat. it’s almost unfair.
in a relationship, he needs space – but not distance. he wants to know you trust him enough to let him move at his own pace.
august is intensely affectionate when he’s in the mood. dramatic gestures. animated rants that somehow turn into praise about you halfway through.
he’s the kind of partner who defends you loudly. publicly. unapologetically. there is no “quiet support” with him.
arguments are fiery, but honest. voices raised, hands moving, emotions spilling everywhere. but once it’s out, it’s out. no lingering resentment.
he procrastinates emotional conversations the same way he procrastinates work – until suddenly, at 2 AM, he unloads everything with devastating sincerity.
jabber wonger
jabber is a menace. point blank. getting into a relationship with him is chaos from the jump.
it starts as mutual interest mixed with mutual bad decisions. banter that turns sharp. tension that never really leaves the room.
he flirts like he’s picking a fight. gets way too close. grins like he knows something you don’t.
jabber is possessive – not in a soft way, but in a feral “that’s mine and ALL mine” way. you shut it down early or it spirals. surprisingly, he listens (because only you tame him).
once he realizes you won’t be intimidated by him, something shifts. he respects you. that’s rare for him.
he’s intense with affection. grabbing your hand, pulling you into his space, laughing when you roll your eyes.
arguments are explosive, but short-lived. passion burns hot, then burns out just as fast. he cools off quicker than people expect.
jabber would throw hands for you without hesitation. but he’d also sit there quietly if you asked him to.
being with him feels dangerous, exhilarating, and weirdly loyal. if he’s yours, he’s yours.
riyo reaper
riyo lives like the world isn’t that serious. even when it absolutely is.
you get together because you don’t try to change her. you don’t scold her for her bad manners or carefree attitude. instead, you laugh along.
she’s calm in situations that should terrify people. unbeatable opponents, impossible odds – she just shrugs, grins, and moves forward anyway.
riyo is unprofessional to the point of absurdity. eats when she shouldn’t, says what she wants, interrupts people without apology.
she’s also shockingly competent. her laid-back nature isn’t ignorance – it’s confidence.
in a relationship, she’s playful and teasing. pokes fun at you, steals your stuff, lounges way too close just to see how you react.
affection is casual, but constant. leaning against you, draping herself over your shoulders, stealing kisses mid-conversation.
she doesn’t overthink emotions. if she likes you, she likes you. simple.
when things get serious, though, she locks in. her carefree smile doesn’t disappear – it sharpens.
arguments are weirdly short. she doesn’t hold grudges. once she says her piece, she moves on.
rudo surebrec
rudo loves like it’s survival. messy, intense, desperate in a way that makes his chest ache if he thinks about it too long.
you get together in the middle of shared rage. both of you against the world, against the system, against the way things are stacked unfairly. you don’t soften him – you understand him.
he’s awkward with affection at first. doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his words. he shows love by fixing things for you, by giving you objects he repaired like they’re offerings.
rudo gets territorial without realizing it. not in a loud way, more like he instinctively steps closer to you when someone else does.
arguments hurt him deeply. even small ones. he’s scared of abandonment and doesn’t always know how to say that, so he goes quiet instead.
when you reassure him, when you stay, he looks at you like you just saved his life. every time.
he laughs the hardest with you. real, unguarded laughter that surprises even him.
gris rubion
being with gris feels like standing beside someone who knows exactly who he is. there’s no posturing, no insecurity, just quiet confidence built from discipline and experience.
you get together through mutual respect first. he notices the way you work, how you handle yourself under pressure, and he doesn’t hesitate to acknowledge it. praise from gris is never casual; when he gives it, it means something.
he’s an honorable man to his core. he takes pride in doing things right, not fast for the sake of speed, but efficiently and cleanly. when he promises something, he follows through. every time.
in a relationship, gris is steady. dependable in a way that makes you breathe easier. you never have to wonder where you stand with him.
he listens, really listens. doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush you. even when he disagrees, he hears you out fully before responding.
gris isn’t afraid to uplift others, especially you. he openly respects your skills and your decisions, never diminishing them to protect his ego.
affection is subtle, but sincere. a hand on your shoulder when you’re tired. walking on the outside of the street. quietly positioning himself between you and danger.
arguments are handled maturely. he doesn’t raise his voice or shut down. he wants resolution, not dominance.
follo tunito
follo’s love is… layered. on the surface, he’s polite, friendly, endlessly considerate. he remembers names, offers help before being asked, smiles easily.
you get together because you see past that surface. you notice how hard he works, how often he pushes himself to be useful, how rarely he allows himself rest.
follo has a strong sense of justice – one rooted in empathy. he hates the idea of people being dismissed as unimportant, faceless, disposable. especially those who lived ordinary lives and were never given a chance to matter.
being with you intensifies that drive. he wants to be someone worthy of standing beside you, someone undeniably useful, undeniably necessary.
inwardly, he struggles with feeling “less than.” like if he stops moving, stops proving himself, he’ll be left behind.
he overextends himself constantly. takes on too much. stays standing long after he should sit down. and you’re often the one telling him to stop, to breathe, to rest.
when you worry about him, it catches him off guard. he’s so used to being the helper that being cared for feels unfamiliar… and overwhelming.
arguments usually stem from this. you telling him he doesn’t need to destroy himself to have value. him quietly admitting he’s scared of being seen as disposable.
affection with follo is gentle. careful. like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. once reassured, though, he’s warm, loyal, and deeply devoted.
tamsy caines
tamsy’s love is restrained, deliberate, and unsettling in how precise it is.
you get together because you don’t flinch away from him. you notice the patterns, the silence, the careful distance he keeps, and instead of demanding answers, you let him exist as he is.
he doesn’t offer affection freely. every touch is intentional. every moment chosen.
tamsy listens more than he speaks. stores information. remembers things you didn’t realize you shared.
he doesn’t express concern openly, but problems around you start disappearing. obstacles removed quietly, efficiently.
jealousy is subtle. dangerous. he doesn’t confront rivals – he simply ensures they no longer pose a threat.
arguments are tense, but controlled. he never explodes; instead, the room feels heavier, quieter. when you call him out, he pauses. considers. adjusts.
opening up for him is fragmented. half-truths. indirect confessions. you piece together who he is over time.
when he trusts you, it’s absolute. you become something precious – something he protects with frightening resolve.
zodyl typhon
zodyl approaches love the way he approaches everything else: strategically, carefully, and with long-term intent.
you get together because you don’t shrink in his presence. you challenge his ideas, question his logic, and refuse to be sidelined.
he respects competence above all else, and when he recognizes it in you, his interest becomes unavoidable.
zodyl isn’t openly affectionate. his love shows in access – bringing you into conversations others aren’t allowed to hear, trusting you with information that matters.
he values your opinion deeply, even when he doesn’t immediately agree. you make him think. that’s rare.
affection is controlled, but intense. lingering eye contact. quiet conversations late at night. his attention fully on you when you speak.
arguments are sharp, intelligent, emotionally charged. neither of you backs down easily, but he never dismisses you.
once committed, his loyalty is unshakable. if you’re his, you’re protected, respected, and treated as an equal.
