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Enjin has been very busy these days and completely forgets about Gris's birthday. Luckily, he has smart children and friends.
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- Part 2 of Shelter Me From the Rain
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27 Jun 2026
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a lick of your cherry pop by wimsicalpan for ellshio
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
26 Jun 2026
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A warm shiver rolls through him and Gris swallows thickly, gaze sliding to Enjin's mouth. It shines underneath the common room light, lips glistening from the sugar-saliva mix coating them. Enjin slips his tongue out, the centre of it stained a bright red, and slowly drags the end of his tongue from the stick to the top of the round sucker. At the tip, he flicks his tongue back out, curls it around the sweet, and drags it between his lips, cheeks hollowing as he clearly sucks.
The biggest mistake comes when Gris looks up. Their gazes lock and Enjin fucking winks at him.
Enjin buying sweet treats for everyone seems nice, innocuous, innocent even.
But Gris knows there's something ulterior to Enjin's motives and he is going to be the death of him.
aka Enjin suggestively licks/sucks on a lollipop whilst making eyes with Gris
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27 Jun 2026
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Enjin had been with the cleaners for years, and had grown to be one of, if not the best, in their ranks. He grew his own team, collecting strays, and growing friendships with nearly everyone around him.
Yet they all noticed one thing. One worrying, terrifying thing.
If only someone would finally step up.
(5 times the cleaners noticed Enjin's passively suicidal tendencies, and 1 time some said and did something about it.)
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25 Jun 2026
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No sé, quería escribir a Enjin como un dulce cuntboy en aprietos.
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24 Jun 2026
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“How may I support you?” Gris asked half-heartedly, despite the poor attempt at the pun
Enjin answered by grabbing his collar.
He barely had time to react before Enjin yanked him forward and fell back onto the bed, pulling Gris with him. The world tilted as the mattress dipped, and he caught himself instinctively, arms bracketing Enjin’s head.
Too close.
His grin sharp, unrepentant.
“I can think of a few ways.”
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When returning from a clean up, Enjin winds up under the intoxication of a flower grown from the ground and Gris becomes the target of it's romantasizing effects.
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20 Jun 2026