— Rena'❀

Requests:

I take any requests adhering to the fandoms I'm in! I'll write anything, all within appropriate reason ofc.

Current fandoms I'll be writing for:

♡ Gachiakuta

♡ Dr. Stone

♡ Demonslayer

♡ Jujustsu Kaisen

♡ Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Touching you: He’s very hands on with you, not simply in a sexual way, but the way where he literally cannot keep his hands off of you. He has to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin under the palms of his hands, the way the shape of your body molds against them. He’s clingy as hell as he’s not ashamed of it.

• Clinginess: Did I mention he’s clingy? Enjin needs to be around someone, he doesn't really like being alone, so he makes it his mission to be around you the most. He likes feeling the presence of someone, he finds comfort in that. “miss me?..” He’d say with that cheeky, dimpled grin of his the moment he steps into the room you're in. He really values connection.

• Personality: Enjin likes when you smart-mouth him or sass him in any way. He likes it when you're feisty, when you have strong opinions, when you're not afraid to simply say whatever is on your mind. In his eyes, he sees that as true strength and character, he doesn't like when people hide their true selves simply to adhere to others.

• Gentleness: Enjin finds it especially alluring when you're gentle with the ones you care for. He finds beauty in your tenderness, your quiet care, your reassuring smiles. Especially when it comes to the kids, he’s such a liar when he says he doesn't like needy kids, but watching you care for them makes his heart swell. He simply adores your nurturing nature.

• Your lips: Enjin loves your lips. He loves watching them curve into a smile, or pout, or frown when you're annoyed, all because of him. He especially loves kissing them, pecking them, feeling them at every moment possible. He thinks shared kisses became more sacred whenever he started dating you.

• Annoying you: Enjin loves to be a little shit with you. He loves annoying and bothering you, making you yell at him or smack him. Pushing your buttons really amuses him. He’d never go too far tho, not on purpose. After all, he still wants you to love him. But he’d be a fool if he said he didn't like it when you chided him like some bad little puppy. Especially when you get too annoyed with his antics, “c'mon baby, i was only kidding..” he’d coo at you, wrapping his arms around you to try and soothe your irritation, which of course.. worked everytime.

• Your heart: Enjin loves listening to your heart. Whenever you two cuddle, he likes hearing it pound against the shell of his ear, listening to it beat so strongly. “I like being close to your heart.” he’d murmur to you against your chest, listening to it as if it were his favorite song. He’d never tire of it, and he wanted to be the only one who ever gets to listen to it.

• Your scent: Enjin loved scent marking you. He has a strange fascination with wanting to smell you on him, whether it be by wearing his jacket, or smelling like his cologne, or having the faint smell of his cigarette smoke on your clothes whenever he smokes near you. He utterly took pride in it. Enjin also loved when his clothes smelled of you too, it had an even greater effect on the man.

• Your laugh: Enjin loves making you laugh, he makes it his mission to hear you giggle at his jokes or just his plain stupidity. He simply likes hearing it, he finds it to be the prettiest sound you could make, whether you thought so or not. “i love that laugh..” He’d tell you with that prideful grin of his.

• Intelligence: Enjin loves your intelligence, whether it be emotional or intellectual.. he adores it all. He likes when you correct him, when you talk things out with him, when you say something that makes him just stare at you in pure adoration everytime. “..that gorgeous brain of yours..” He’d mutter to you fondly.

• Petnames: Enjin loves calling you petnames. Baby, doll, sweetheart, angel… anything that reminds him of you, he calls you it. His favorite tho was definitely "baby.." he only ever calls you by your first name when he’s being serious or needs your attention in whatever way.

• Love language: As if it wasn't obvious enough, Enjin's love languages are physical touch and quality time. He finds touch to be an intimate thing between people he cares for, and that shared space was something he deeply values. He believes it brings people closer together, and creates a deeper bond.

• His tattoos: He loooooves when you trace his tattoos. Watching your fingers dance across his ink-clad skin was something he’d never take for granted. He takes great pride in your fascination and admiration for his tattoos, he knows you love them.. and he loves when you feel them. “Mm.. keep doing that..” he’d murmur to you in a relaxed, deep tone while pressing you closer against him.

--end--

“...Enjin- why are you being so secretive? It's annoying..” Rudo mutters to the tall man as they walk down the street. Enjin asked Rudo earlier if he wanted to head downtown because he supposedly found something he thought Rudo would like. Knowing Enjin.. he was skeptical but chose to agree to tag along with the older man.

Enjin chuckled slightly at Rudo’s impatience, he draped an arm around Rudo’s shoulder and pulled the boy closer to his side. “..why so antsy? we'll be there in a second, chillax little man...” he drawls and pretends not to notice the little glare Rudo was shooting at him.

Once they approach a small yet quaint shop, Enjin smirks towards Rudo and points his chin toward the store. “..there it is.” he says and then opens the door for Rudo. Rudo just raises a brow, staring into the shop window before slowly stepping inside it.

Rudo takes a moment to look around, he notices the shop carries distinct things, like clothes, a section for items, and so on. It looked like any other store but.. for some reason, this one felt different. it had a certain air to it that only Rudo could feel.

Enjin steps in besides Rudo and then smiles down at the boy. “Well, you know how ya got a special spot for used things?” he says and then gestures to the surrounding store, “ever seen a place full of em? well.. er.. that’s not a no-mans land.” Enjin scratches at the side of his neck awkwardly, suddenly realizing this wasn't really all that new, before he clears his throat.

“..anyway, this is a thrift-store, Rudo. don't know if y'all had these up there on the Sphere but..” Enjin’s dimpled grin beams down at the boy. “this is where people give away old things they don't want anymore, and people buy ‘em. Anything you could imagine is here.” he tells the boy.

Rudo’s eyes widened at Enjin's description of this place, he knew he had a feeling that this store was different. the boys crimson eyes scanned around the shop before his eyes flickered up to meet Enjin’s, his jaw slightly agape. “..really?... all this stuff was just… given away?..” Rudo mumbled, bewildered by the idea. He was used to people ultimately just throwing things in the trash to be completely forgotten, never to be used again.

Enjin’s grin softens and he nods, placing a hand on Rudo’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “yep, just your kinda place huh?” he says proudly, he knew full well Rudo was gonna love it. Rudo stares at Enjin for a moment, he really didn't expect Enjin to do this for him but.. he couldn't complain.

“..now you gonna go shopping, champ? or are ya just gonna keep standing there, gaping at me like some fish out of water..” Enjin teases and gives a messy ruffle to Rudo’s hair. Rudo’s head instinctively bends down at the weight of the taller man’s hand on his head. He then began swatting at Enjin’s hand,

“okay okay!... yeah i'll go.” Rudo mumbled bashfully before he started to step away from Enjin and walk over to the item section of the store, he could feel a thrill grow in his body at the thought of repossessing these un-cared for items.

Enjin smiles fondly, watching the teenage boy walk off and do his thing. The blonde sighs a little to himself and pulls out a pack of his smokes, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. He takes a drag and slowly blows it out, glancing around the shop for any sign of the shop keeper, who he spots sleeping by the counter.

Rudo meanwhile, rummages through the items he’s been looking through. One thing was better than the next, how could anyone give all this stuff away?.. it baffled the boy. They were in perfectly good condition! And they weren't simply just thrown away in the trash?! Such a store like this didn't exist on the Sphere, they just tossed out everything they deemed garbage. But not with these items.. this place. They can be used again, they can be fixed up as brand new. And Rudo was going to do just that.

Enjin steps up beside Rudo, watching the boy scrounge around like a raccoon. Enjin blows out a puff of smoke and murmurs, “so, whatchya find, anything good?..” he asks curiously. Enjin didn't really get the thrill of it, but he wanted to support the kids' weird hobbies. Rudo picks up some items in his arms, clearly already having taken a liking to a couple of things.

Enjin chuckles at the sight, “..need i remind you that you got a limit today bud, yeah? you can't take everything.” he chides the boy. Rudo gives Enjin a look, clearly not happy with that proclamation.

Enjin lets out a sigh, “don't give me that look… you've already got a shit load of things back at home too, don't get greedy now.” he flicks the boy's forehead in a playful manner.

Rudo winces a bit at the flick to his head, he rubs the spot with a free head and shoots a glare at Enjin. “..fine….” the boy grumbles, he then glances down at the items in his arms, his eyes sparkle at the sight of them.

Enjin watches the boy for a moment, his expression softened uncontrollably. He knew that look, that very look Rudo always got when he had a fondness for the items he'd find– in Rudo’s words “not trash, but treasure.”

“hey, don't get all teary eyed on me, kiddo. This place ain't going anywhere….” he reassures and then gives Rudo a lopsided smile. Rudo glances up at Enjin, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“...I like it here… can we come more often?” Rudo asks Enjin, which only makes Enjin’s heart throb at such an innocent ask, damn twerp. The blonde sighs, he reaches a hand out to mess with Rudo’s hair once more.

“..yeah kid, we can.” Enjin says with a deeper, almost paternal tone, smiling down at the kid. Rudo’s eyes’ shine at the confirmation, “...thanks Enjin..” he mumbled shyly, yet it was clear he was happy.

Enjin chuckled for a second, “now ‘nuff yappin… is that all you're getting?” he gestures to the kids arms, and Rudo quickly shakes his head.

“uh, no! just a few more things..” he quickly says before focusing back on the table of items, happy to add on to his collection. Rudo was beyond happy. He was going to save all these forgotten items and give them a new home.

Enjin smiled as he watched the kid’s contagious excitement. Yeah.. as long as he’s happy, he ponders to himself with a prideful expression on his face.

--end--

This is apart of a series on ao3:

• Assistance: Gris is rather fond of doing every miniscule task for you in hopes of making sure you do as little as possible; He opens doors for you, whether it be car or building ones. He opens jars or cans for you, even if you don't ask him to. He just wants to assist you in things you don't ever need to lift a hand in, it was one of his love languages.

• Sweet hand-kisses : You find that Gris loves to kiss your hand in that gentlemanly fashion of his. Whether you two are out in public or together in private, he always takes a moment to bring your hand closer and press an ever tender kiss to your knuckles, while he watches you with adoration. “beautiful..” he’d whisper soft praises between the kisses, which never failed to make you bashful.

• Gentleness: Gris was strong, that was very well known, but he was exceedingly gentle with you. Ever since he met you, he’s been quite careful around you. It’s not that he thinks you're weak, not at all– he simply doesn't want to bear the thought of using his unexplainable strength to accidentally harm you in any way. It’s why he holds you so carefully, as if you were made of porcelain, or the gentle way he speaks to you , or when he announces his presence in order to not startle you when entering a room. Gris vows to be gentle with you, because he believes you deserve the utmost care and tender love.

• Taking care of you: Gris’s guilty pleasure was taking care of you when you're ill. It’s not that he likes seeing you sick, he very much hates seeing you in any form of pain–However.. he can't help but be hopelessly fond of how vulnerable you are with him. How easily you allow yourself to let him take care of you, even if you were being stubborn about it. Gris simply loves to take care of you in those moments of need, he always wants to be the one you rely on, to lean against, to trust. And Gris will do everything in his power just to watch you heal within his care.

• Love language: Gris’s love language is very much acts of service and quality-time. You always catch him providing you things you don't directly ask for, as if he knows precisely what you need in given moments. Gris also loves genuine time with you, he likes being near you, he likes seeing you smile, hearing your voice, watching as your facial features shift while you tell him one of your stories or complaints of the day. It's something he will never take for granted.

• A gentleman: Did I mention Gris is a gentleman? Gris was one of the most chivalrous men you've ever met. Even though you were both in a romantic relationship, he respects your privacy when you change, he never asks for anything unless you bring it up, he’s always patient with you in love, even if he has his own desires, he chooses to put yours above his own any day. He simply sees it as basic respect, he tells you it's the “bare minimum” when you praise him in regard to his acts.

• Your hands: Gris loves your hands. He loves when your hands are on him, not in just a sexual way, but in an intimate-romantic way. He likes holding them, he likes feeling your fingers trail through his blonde locs, or when they rub at the stubble of his beard, or simply when they trace absent-minded patterns on his arms or chest. Gris especially adored it when you admired his muscles, it made him quite prideful that you love his physique so much, and he felt immensely desired.

• Children: Gris adores kids, he’s always wanted to be a father at some point in his life. He likes looking after Rudo, making sure Team Child was alright, checking in on them occasionally. He always offers “big-brother” advice to Follo and the younger ones who need it. You admire how caring he was towards them, how protective he was, it was simply who Gris was. For one of Gris's dreams, he secretly hoped to have a child with you one day, but he didn't want to rush you with that.

• He's a softie: Gris is an immense softie, everyone knows that. Despite his large stature and freakish strength, he was very in-tune with people's emotions, especially your own. Gris has a naturally comforting presence, he always tries to make you feel better when you're particularly down that day. He goes out of his way to provide any form of comfort just to see you smile again. He’s precisely like a teddy bear and you absolutely adore it.

• Admiring you: Gris likes watching you, well.. not in a creepy way, It was more so in a way that he simply loves watching you just.. exist. He can't fathom how he’s with you half the time, or how he’s so lucky that you love him of all people. So watching you do your routines, talk to yourself and others, or anything honestly.. really reminds him of his fondness of you. “..you’re perfect.” Gris would abruptly say to you with that sweet, charming smile of his, looking at you with love in his eyes. It never failed to fluster you.

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' That's all for today! feel free to request headcanons for any other character <3

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It was early afternoon at the cleaner HQ and currently the two of you were sat at the lounge. Rudo was tinkering with something consisting of popsicle sticks, markers, and yarn. You, meanwhile, were doing your own thing (insert hobby). It was a relaxing silence between the two of you.

Suddenly the silence broke when you heard Rudo’s shoes pad up to you, and stands in front of you. He then holds something up and looked away from you in embarrassment, mumbling something,

“..uhm.. I .. made you something.” he says timidly. You raise a brow and settle your eyes on the project he made, it was what looked to be a wonky heart made of popsicle sticks that were messily colored in with red marker, glued onto a piece of paper with what seemed to be two figures drawn inside the heart. The figures had hair made of colorful pieces of yarn adhering to each of your hair colors. It was adorable, honestly.

You stare at it for a moment before you take it from his hands carefully, smiling warmly. “is.. that me?” you gesture to one of the drawn figures in the center. Rudo nods, he keeps his eyes averted. “yeah, and me. me and you.” he confirms.

You then glance back at the boy, “..what’s this for?..” you ask curiously. Rudo rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, as if embarrassed he had to tell you the reason. “i..just.. wanted to.” he says flatly.

You smile warmer, your gaze flickering between him and his creation. “Rudo, this is lovely.” you say with a tender tone, you genuinely did love it.

the tips of Rudo’s ears turned red and he mumbled, “you sure? it's fine if you don't like it, you can just--” he tries to deflect, but before you let him finish, you lean forward, brushing back the hair from his hairline, and press a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead.

Rudo froze when he felt your lips land against his skin. The boy’s eyes widened and his cheeks erupted in the most precious hue of red. He was not expecting that in the slightest, let alone for his gift.

Rudo stuttered when you pulled back and smiled at him with the most tender expression on your face. “I love it, Rudo.. and I'm going to cherish it.” you respond.

Rudo stared at you with eyes still wide, he then looked away and scratched at his neck. “uh.. y-yeah.. you're welcome.” he practically whispers, still trying to combat the embarrassment and fluster from your sudden onslaught of affection.

You chuckle softly and glanced back down at the gift he made you, admiring the piece of art again, tracing it with your finger. a sudden thought forms in your head and you speak up again,

“you know.. I think i'm gonna show Gris this, or maybe Enjin..” you say, and Rudo immediately stiffens.

“..wha-? n-no!!” he yelps and grabs at your arm, tugging on your sleeve desperately, as if utterly horrified by the idea of you showing something so vulnerably made by him to the likes of Enjin! perish the thought! “..Y/N!--”

You laugh softly at Rudo’s panic and you ruffle his hair. “I'm just messing with you, Ru.” Rudo relaxes and he slumps against you in relief, “..don't do that, you're so annoying...” he says with a small pouty frown on his face, you chuckle in response to it.

“..but you love me.” You gesture to the artwork of the heart with you and him in it, and smile warmly. “..and I love you.” you say and caress your fingers through the boy's hair again.

Rudo's cheeks flush at the proclamation. He was never good with words, but he was glad he could portray it through other means. Rudo, without thinking of it, leans into your hands and shuts his eyes briefly. Soaking up the gentleness of your hand.

Your expression softens as you play with the boys soft strands and you murmur, “..how about you help me find a place for this, hm?” you ask Rudo. Rudo looks up at you and then gives you a small nod. He didn't show it but he was happy you wanted to display his piece somewhere.

“..as long as Enjin doesn't see it..” Rudo mumbled, and that elicited a small laugh from you.

“no promises..” you say with a fond smile.

--end--

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“...c'mon doll.. you've been doing that for a while now.” Enjin mused, gazing his citrine eyes into your own. His face smushed between your cradled palms against his cheeks.

You have been kissing his dimples, because well.. you love them, far too much. You adore how pronounced they get whenever he smiles in every which way. How they fade slightly when his expression relaxes, and how they compliment every feature on his face so perfectly. they were just..so Enjin.

“...why are you complaining?... you don't seem to be pulling away. You muse at him, which only earns an eye roll from Enjin. “..well how could I?... you seem pretty happy.” he searches your face, tracing over your facial features before his eyes lower and lock onto those soft lips of yours.

“...besides.. i haven't gotten any actual kisses yet.” he says with almost a pout. You couldn't help but laugh. “Hm..” you pretend to mull it over. “only if you ask nicely..” you say, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

Enjin huffs and nuzzles his cheek into one of your palms, “..you're such a little tease.” he says with mild annoyance. You hum at his words and press another kiss to his left dimple, murmuring against it. “..maybe. but you like it..” you say with a prideful smile.

Enjin smiles in return to your words, his dimples deepening more and you couldn't help but to kiss them again, one on each side.. eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde. “...baby.. you're gonna kill me one of these days..” he murmurs to you, his topaz orbs meeting yours, he reaches up to tuck back a stray strand of hair behind your ear while he watches you, a tender look in his eyes. An intimate silence falls between you two.

You return his tender gaze and trace your thumb across his jawbone. You lean in to press another kiss to his dimples but before your lips could touch the skin of his cheek… Enjin turns his head to capture your lips instead, which surprises you in turn, yet you lean into it anyway. Your shared kiss lingers against his lips for a moment.. before you slowly part it and whisper,

“...so cheeky..” you murmur with an amused smile. Enjin grins and he reaches his hand up to cradle the side of your face. “..can't a man kiss his beloved's pretty lips?..” he says in that deep tone of his, causing your cheeks to flush. You couldn't help but let out a small chortle at his antics.

“..you're soooo lucky i love you…” you say to the blonde, leaning into the palm of his hand. Enjin’s smirk softens and he caresses his thumb over the apple of your cheek, watching you with adoration.

“...I love you.” he whispers and leans down to kiss your lips again, only this time you turn your face, making him kiss your cheek instead. payback!

Enjin huffs in annoyance, giving you a look. “..you playing games with me now, angel?” a mischievous smirk curls his lips and within a split second he wraps his arms around you and playfully tackles you into the bed, you shriek and let out a laugh.

“..Enjinn!” you giggle into his chest, Enjin buries his face into the crook of your neck and pressed a few kisses there. “..i’ll make you pay for that..” he mused against your warm skin.

You giggle once more, your fingers trail through his blonde locs, letting him lay on top of you with his arms around your waist, buried against you. You take a chance to give a kiss to one of his dimples and smile at him

“..i'd like to see you try..” you tease. Enjin grins and begins peppering a line of kisses down your throat, murmuring against it. “..you asked for it baby…”

You hum and snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, a warm smile never leaves your face.. because nothing else could be more perfect

--end--

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