𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒕𝒂

Has this been done before? If yes, this is my take on it lol

I hope your day is going great. Could you do a Tamsy who was just using the reader in a fake relationship (fake to Tamsy, real to reader) but overtime he starts to realize he kinda does care? Like he wants them to be a part of his plan. If he ends up asking them and they say no he’ll just erase their memories with the watchmen’s book. 

thanks for takin' the time to read this!!

“𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄?..”

tamsy had never intended for the relationship to be real.

from the very beginning, he had chosen you because you were useful, because you were close enough to certain people and situations that keeping you at his side would benefit him in the long run, and because pretending to care was something he had always been frighteningly good at whenever he needed something from someone.

so when he smiled at you, when he held your hand, when he stayed up listening to you ramble about things that didn't matter to him, he told himself it was all part of the act.

just another step in a much larger plan. you, unfortunately, had fallen for him completely.

and tamsy knew that.

he knew every shy smile you tried to hide from him, every glance that lingered a second too long, every moment you looked at him as though he was someone worth trusting.

he knew.

he just didn't expect himself to start looking at you the same way. because somewhere along the way, the line between pretending and reality became blurred.

it happened gradually enough that he didn't notice at first.

he began seeking you out even when there was nothing to gain from it. conversations that should have felt pointless suddenly became the best part of his day. your presence stopped being something he tolerated and became something he actively wanted.

worse, he started imagining you in his future.

and tamsy hated that.

Tamsy x f!reader | No y/n | “Dove” = reader self-insert | Vague reader appearance

Trigger and spoiler warnings below ⚠️

Brainrotted zanka x reader

Brainrotted Zanka! knows all the slang. Like he knows it all if you did a test to see who knows all the slang and who does triple T like he knows it. He would gaslight himself saying if some asked him about it he would have to know it! Instead of the truth that he just is a lazy bum like all of us are Even thought he doesn’t want to admit it.

Brainrotted Zanka! Scrolls 24/7 he does it to relax and it works! So it s just him and his staff just scrolling when he is not training.

Brainrotted Zanka! Plays all of those weird games on Roblox because he secretly finds them weird but so weird that they are fun to play. This man ( or should i say your man) loves steal a Brainrott because riyo introduced it to him and he wanted to prove that he was better so he started playing all the time. Then it just stoped to prove he was the goat but than to it was really fun bullying kids on Roblox ( with Tamsy ofc).

Brainrotted Zanka! Talks to you in slang so much its just a habit. So when Enjin comes around his old dinosaur slave era self is just very confused. Then he would get the parents guide to slang and try to say he ‘ rizzs up alll the huzz’ .

Yeah that failed

But at the end of the day you love your Brainrotted man!

you come back to hq after a long mission with your clothes absolutely destroyed, and zanka is not quite sure how to act when he sees so much of your skin for the first time—and not in private, but in front of everyone else! zanka x fem!reader

sometimes, missions go wrong, but you'd learn to push through them regardless! as a cleaner, it was your duty to tough it out. and while you were used to fighting trash beasts and getting a little roughed up by the end of each ordeal, today was a little out of the ordinary, because today's tumultuous walk back towards hq is spent with you having a minor fit of panic

"oh my god riyo, i swear i felt a breeze up my butt! are you sure you can't see it?!" you squeal, quickly turning around for her as she snorts, fingers reaching out to gently graze the bottom curve of your backside as you yelp

"just a little, if anything, it's like a cheeky pair of shorts," she says with a smirk, and you whine in defeat and embarrassment

"these used to be pants! i'm going to have to walk through the entire main entrance in front of everyone to get to my room." you huff, and she offers you a sympathetic smile before gently placing a hand on your shoulder

"i mean, i can see the underside of your breasts too, but as long as you don't jostle around too much, you'll be fine. trust me!" she says encouragingly with a grin, and your shoulders relax a bit as you sigh

"you're sure it's not that bad?"

"i mean... it's nothing like what you normally where. but hey! you don't look bad!" she teases, and you smack her arm with a giggle before you two finally step onto the familiar grounds of hq

zanka has been waiting for you since 1:32 PM exactly. you were supposed to be back by 2, but he wanted to make sure he was here early enough to greet you and sweep you back to his room. tamsy, enjin, rudo, follo, delmon, and a few other cleaners sat at the long table alongside him. while the others ate their lunch chattering noisily, zanka kept his eyes focused on the door.

his back was slightly hunched, a barely noticeable furrow between his brows when the clock hits 2:15 and you had yet to arrive. he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to school his expression into something neutral before enjin calls his name

"what's wrong, loverboy? is your girl late?" enjin snickers, and zanka huffs, hoping no one can hear the twinge of worry in his voice

"a bit. it's fine, i bet she and riyo took the long way back. you know how much those two love talking with each other." he grumbles, chin resting in the palm of his hand with the muscles of his back tense. he's so focused at glaring a hole into the wall minutes later that he doesn't notice the shift in atmosphere around him until he hears tamsy physically choke on his food beside him

zanka peers up, but tamsy's eyes are transfixed onto something else. he follows his line of gaze, and there you are—cleaner's uniform tattered beyond belief and showing so much skin that zanka's surprised he doesn't simply pass away on the spot. his mouth falls open, a chocked sound of utter shock and bafflement escaping his lips as you give him a nervous smile from across the room

"uhh—bad mission! i gotta walk through the main entrance to get to the rooms and change so..."

soft. that's the first word that comes to zanka's mind. soft legs, soft thighs, soft arms, soft tummy—he wants nothing more than to glide his fingers over the skin he hasn't seen before now standing right in front of him. while the two of you kissed and cuddled all the time, you hadn't gone further yet—and you didn't usually wear clothes so—so revealing.

it takes zanka a good five seconds to process your words, but once he does, he's snapping out of his daze

"you—you all better shut your eyes right now! don't you dare look at her!" he shrieks, voice high and cracked around the edges as he leaps from his chair and points an accusatory finger at everyone seated. they must not understand how serious zanka is, because after a moment of confusion passes, zanka's smacking a hand over follo's eyes for still looking at you

"ouch! dude—i was just about to—"

"rudo, you little shit—" zanka starts menacingly, and rudo looks mortified as he quickly pulls his gaze away from you and slaps his hands over his eyes himself. zanka peers around before his gaze lands on enjin

enjin doesn't think he's ever seen zanka's face this red before in his entire life, and the sight pulls such a visceral reaction from him that he doubles over and laughs hard enough to be gasping for air. zanka marches right past him, peering over once more to ensure no one else is looking before he's quickly covering your body with his own and speed walking you towards the exit

"oh, my savior!" you cheer. zanka swallows the lump in his throat, trying to ignore how nice the bare skin of your spine feels now that his hand was resting on it as the two of you rush towards the elevator. once you're both inside, zanka pulls away from you with a tired exhale, and you stare at him before a smile blooms on your face

"thank you, zanka." you giggle, and he peers up, eyes round and blinking slowly before they slowly peer down and assess your form. you don't feel uncomfortable in front of zanka, not even the least bit, so you make no move to cover up yourself anymore.

what you realize in that moment is this: the best part about zanka is that he was an absolute gentleman when it came down to you.

"are you cold?" zanka suddenly blurts, cheeks and ears tinged red as you shake your head no

"okay...okay... let's go to my room, it's closer. you can shower and change into something of mine." he states firmly just as the elevator doors slide open, and you don't waste a second as you sling your arms around his neck in a hug

your fingernails scratch gently at the base of his neck, and you hear his breath hitch when you place a soft kiss against his mouth—one that he positively melts into. zanka's hands hover around your waist hesitantly—the spot he normally holds when he kisses you now bare—before gently settling his hands down anyway and pulling you closer.

Zanka’s leg wouldn't stop shaking from anxiety. He kept looking at the clock and the dining room door every time it creaked open.

Enjin was sitting across from him, smoking one cigarette after another. Zanka could count every single time Enjin mocked his game whenever he showed his cards to Bro and Gris.

The kids went in and out of the room, sometimes carrying candy or milkshakes. Even Semiu and the Boss had the chance to hang out for a bit, but you didn't even bother to show up.

Zanka took a deep breath and went out to look for you. You weren't in the living room, you weren't in the yard, and you clearly weren't in the gym. But it was still too early, and there was no reason for you to be in your room; even so, Zanka went to take a look.

He knocked once, and nothing. He knocked again, and nothing. He was starting to get worked up. He knocked once more, and you finally spoke.

"Come in."

Zanka opened the door with tremendous speed. You were sitting on a small two-seater sofa in front of a small coffee table, which formed a little lounge area inside your room. In your hands was a small notebook you used for drawing whenever you had time. You glanced at the boy out of the corner of your eye and went back to what you were doing.

Zanka was surprised by how little interest you showed in him. You didn't smile, your eyes didn't spark with that particular glow they always had whenever you saw him, and you didn't even say hello.

"What are you doing?" he asked timidly, approaching you.

"Nothing," you answered dryly. Zanka's chest ached, but he didn't dare say anything else.

He sat down next to you, his knee touching yours. The moment he did, you stood up, and that hurt him even more, but he didn't follow you. Only his beautiful eyes did, tracking your every move: when you put the notebook and pencil away in the second drawer of your desk; when you took out the lipstick you liked so much (and that he loved too) and started doing your makeup in front of the mirror; and, of course, they followed you when you simply sat on your bed to read a magazine you had lying on it.

Zanka sighed, leaning back against the sofa and letting his head rest on the headboard. You didn't flinch. He got up and lay down next to you, face down. His eyes were still fixed on you, and of course you could feel that intense gaze, but you pretended you couldn't. He sighed again, this time resting his head on your lap. You lifted the magazine and looked down at him judgmentally.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, tightening your grip on that silly magazine to stop yourself from caressing his cheek. He looked a bit pale, but he still looked so attractive. The deep blue of his eyes hypnotized you every time you looked at them, not to mention the way his earrings draped over your legs.

"You're ignoring me," he said almost in a whisper. His hands reached for your waist to hug you, but he stopped before touching you. "Did I do something wrong?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to do everything in your power not to throw yourself onto him and shower him with kisses.

"I'm tired, that's all."

Both of you fell silent. He didn't push it, and you didn't tell him the real reason behind your attitude: this morning, he hadn't said goodbye to you before leaving for a mission. You had been standing by the door when he simply walked right past you, and of course it hurt. In this line of work, you never knew if you would make it back alive, and one of the golden rules was to say goodbye...always.

Zanka sighed yet again, and when you turned to look at him, he was almost on top of you. His cheeks were pressing against your stomach, and he was already wrapping his arms completely around you. If there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored, especially by you. He wanted your eyes to look only at him, and when they didn't, he crumbled.

You set the magazine aside and stroked his hair.

"Forgive me," he said softly, "for not saying goodbye today." You didn't reply, waiting for his reasons, which weren't long in coming. "Rudo pissed me off early this morning. It's no excuse, but please forgive me."

You smiled faintly, remembering the minor argument Rudo and Zanka had this morning over who would sit behind Enjin, even though you knew perfectly well that spot belonged to Riyo.

"It's okay," you said, continuing to stroke his hair as he clung even tighter to you. "But I expect you to make it up to me later."

The festival lights kept flickering with a dim glow; many had already burned out, but a few others still faintly illuminated the streets. You had no idea where the others were. You ran from one side to another, passing through piles of rubble. Many people were running in the opposite direction, reuniting with their friends or loved ones, while others searched for help for the injured.

You felt the urge to stop and help them...perhaps take the lost children back to their parents, or maybe grab some water that people were still offering around...but your heart would not stop racing with worry. The screams of the crowd drowned out your own, and your ragged breathing did not help much. You could not use the choker to locate the others; you only knew you had to run and run until you found him.

In the distance, you saw him. He was lying on the ground, his beautiful outfit covered in dirt and debris. You stepped a bit closer, and your stomach dropped to your feet when you could make out the blood. Your legs did not want to react, but you forced them, falling to your knees by his side. He looked at you with tired eyes, trying to say something, but only blood came from his mouth.

"No, don't say anything," you cried, taking one of his hands. Beside him stood a tall man, his gaze fixed on the two of you. He looked annoyed... no, furious.

You stroked Zanka's cheek, trying to provide comfort. He held your hand weakly while struggling to breathe. You looked around desperately for help; perhaps Eishia was nearby, but the surroundings were filled with nothing but chaos.

You turned your eyes back to Zanka's. He kept staring at you, and you wiped away his tears with your thumb. You were terrified by the severity of his condition, but you refused to leave his side.

"Find Eishia," you told the tall man who still stood like a statue beside him. "She can help him." Your voice broke with every word, but the man did not flinch; his gaze remained fixed on the two of you.

You cradled Zanka's head in your lap, still holding his hand and stroking his cheek. As you brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead, the true extent of his injury became clear. You choked back a gasp as more tears rolled down your face.

[18+ nsfw, MDNI.]

ENJIN has a big dick. And honestly, it shouldn’t be a surprise. 

All tall and broad-shouldered and muscular, your eyes widen when he pulls his pants down for the first time. 

“Hey, what’s that look for?” 

He eyes you with a raised brow and half a smirk. “Never seen a dick before or what, sweetheart?” 

“No, it’s just…”

You gape at his member. His heavy, leaking tip is pressed against his belly button, standing tall and erect against his chiseled abs.

Shit, it’s thick, too.

With an accusing finger, you jab at his chest. 

“You’re way too big!” 

But no matter how much you complain and whine and grumble at him for the size of his dick, you still end up taking it like a-

“Good girl.” 

His voice is condescending, teasing, cocky. Per usual. 

He loves your size difference, the way he towers over you, the way he can pin you down to the mattress to pound your stretched pussy.

He loves seeing your tits bounce and the way your eyes roll back and mouth falls open when he finally bottoms out in you. 

And he loves making you work for it, laying on the bed not breaking a sweat while you writhe and squirm on top of him. 

“C’mon, doll,” he grins, eyes glinting. “Ride me like you mean it. I wanna see those tits bounce, hehe.” 

You moan. “I- I’m still tryna fit you, Enjin, you- fuckin’ horse,” you gasp out. 

Looking down, you see the imprint of his dick on your abdomen and suddenly it makes sense why you can feel him in your stomach. 

“That’s not very nice, sweets,” he pouts. His long fingers draw circles idly on your hips as you shudder, slowly sinking down inch by inch on his cock. 

And when you finally manage to take it all, his balls pressed into your pussy and tip kissing your cervix, he’s leaning up to you, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“Good job, baby,” he coos. 

And he snaps his hips up into you. 

You shriek. Head thrown back, spine arched, jaw open and tongue lolling, you’re seeing stars from one thrust. 

“I’m so proud of you, my girl,” he groans, biting his lip. “You’re taking me so well—just look at you.” 

The kisses he presses down your neck are so gentle compared to his vicious thrusts. 

The bed frame is rattling, floorboards creaking, headboard thumping against the wall as his swollen head pounds into your cunt. 

He can barely take this—your warm, wet cunt feels so good, so tight, so soft around him. It’s unbearable. And he knows you feel the same, with the way you’re drooling and babbling nonsense as he slams his dick up into you. 

“Oh- ungh- y-you- s’ good- hah, Enjin!” You slur out. “Feels s-soooo good- your dick- ah- hah- feels s’ good!”

Enjin’s cheeks are flushed red, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip with a lopsided smirk. 

“Yeah, pretty girl? You love my big dick, huh? Naughty thing.”  

“Hngh, I- Enjin, I’m cumming!~” 

And he finishes with you with a groan, swallowing thickly as his cum spurts into your poor, stretched pussy. 

Gasping for breath, you flop over, muscles twitching with exertion as his seed drips out of you. 

“Fuck you and your giant dick,” you groan, weakly smacking his chest. 

He laughs before planting a wet, sappy kiss to your forehead. 

You'd been sitting on the common room couch for hours.

Others came and went, noticing you were still in the same spot, afraid to move. When they approached you, they understood why.

If Team Child burst in, you quickly told them to be quiet. When Rudo came in with Enjin and Riyo, they just exchanged knowing smiles and left without another word.

Zanka was lying across your lap, fast asleep, and every time someone came in making noise, you were afraid they might wake him. You knew he hadn't been sleeping well lately; he'd been training day and night to become, in his words, "the best version of himself," and seeing him sleep so peacefully gave you peace.

Just as you were about to finish reading, he finally woke up. His eyes met yours, and you smiled, stroking his hair.

"Sorry, did I fall asleep?" He asked, his voice sounding even more tired than usual. He didn't even try to get up; he was truly comfortable with his head resting on your lap.

"It's okay," you replied, setting your book aside and stroking his cheek. "You must be very tired."

He reached down and took your hand in his, gently stroking each of your fingers before kissing the back of your hand.