𝕽𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖝𝖝

69ing with fem!enjin ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, oral sex, chubby!reader, art by marik_draw

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," you mumble, playing with your nails and looking down because the image of your friend's naked body was too much for you to handle.

"Girl, I'm naked with my pussy facing you, do you think I don't want to do this?" She leans in his forearms, tits bouncing with every of her movements. You look away immediately. "Stop being shy and sit your ass on my face, c'mon."

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes a little as you finally get on the bed. "You're so vulgar, Enjin."

"Mhm," she says as her hands come up to grab a handful of your hips before unclasping your bra and letting your tits free. "Well, hello."

he's just there, sitting beside you in a packed train, bored out of his mind because his phone's battery is fully drained. then he looks to his right and sees you scrolling on your phone, so he allowed himself to watch along discreetly.

enjin was doing really well in terms of being slick with it. he keeps his reactions to himself—he's able to swallow down an erupting laughter from his throat on funny reels, and the like.

but this one reel... it was just so unexpected that he SNORTED so loud, your head snapped back at him, weirded out as to why this random dude sitting beside you is trying his best to breathe while he's dying to restrain a laugh.

then you noticed he must have watched the reel you just saw, and you can't help but chuckle a little. sure, looking at a stranger's phone during a train ride is weird and a breach of privacy but the reel was GENUINELY funny as hell you can't even blame the guy.

enjin finally puts his hand down from his mouth, and you took a good look at his face—and well, there's no denying that this stranger has quite a gorgeous, well-sculpted face.

"sorry. my phone's dead and i couldn't help but watch along."

damn. even his voice is hot, especially in such a low whisper.

you chuckled again. "i don't mind. were you watching this whole time?"

"yeah," he nodded and rubbed a hand behind his neck. "it's just... that reel— i couldn't help it. that must have hurt so bad but fuck, ancient lords strike me down for laughing so hard in the inside."

wow, he's hot and funny too. who doesn't love a good-looking guy with a good sense of humor?

"you're funny," you genuinely said, with an equally enjinuinely smile.

"thanks. enjin, by the way."

it didn't even take you a second nor did you even think about giving out your name to a stranger before you replied.

"cool." enjin smiled, and god, this stranger looks hot as fuck. "nice meeting you. unfortunately, this is my stop."

"no way, i'm getting off here as well!"

enjin stood and offered you a hand to help you stand from your seat. "nice. wanna go grab some food?"

you didn't think twice again. you said yes, and you barely know the guy. well, fuck, if you die today, at least you had a good laugh.

what in the organic encounter that was.

🚯 i was watching a reel and laughed so hard, saw a comment about this situation and i thought oh that would be so enjin. but fuck i didn’t even plan for it to be this long LMAO i was planning a paragraph or two but it’s whatever that was fun

reel 2 | masterlist | next reel (4)

synopsis.  after hours of endless doom scrolling, you did not even realize you were sending reels to the wrong person.

note. GUYS, I'M SORRY I FORGOT 😭😭😭 anyway, the next one will be the last one !! thank u guys for reading AND WAITING 🙏 trust i'll post the last reel(chapter) by this week or next week MWAAA

My ass too lazy to do more diy and make an acc dedicated to them n all that (does this blog acc count?)

Anyways here's a pile of photocards i made months ago:

personally, its hard for me to find the motivation to write. my mental health has been on the decline and motivation for anything is at an all time low. seeing people do this makes me want to write even less. again, we do this work for free!! do not exploit this fact!!

you like our works? then interact with the post!!! you want more story?? then talk to us about it!!!!!! we are people too and we deserve respect. can't get more to a story? then you write it! so what if you think it's bad? it's better than AI slop!!

tldr: be greatful for fanfic authors and don't feed our works to AI.

(sorry if this is poorly worded, this was written in a fit of rage)

Boyfriend!Jabber who gets on your nerves like no one else and, even so, makes you wonder how you always end up smiling whenever he shows up.

Boyfriend!Jabber who is shamelessly provocative. He gets too close, speaks too softly, and always wears that crooked smile like he knows something you don’t. And he probably does.

Zanka could not believe his ears. He stared at you intently as you sat right beside him. Waiting.

"What did you say?" he asked in a raspy voice, his eyes so wide it looked like they were going to pop right out of his skull.

"I said, hand me the sweater under that stick," you pointed to the other side of him. He turned his head mechanically, following the direction of your finger, and let out a suffocated gasp, as if you had just driven a dagger straight into his pride.

There you were. His cute girlfriend, the person he trusted most in the world, the one he would give his life for without a second thought... calling his beloved Jinki, his precious, mystical, and legendary Lovely Assistaff, a "stick." The weapon that had defied his destiny, reduced to mere campfire kindling!

Zanka fell into a trance of silent indignation. With dramatic slowness and exaggerated care...as if defusing a bomb to avoid disturbing Aibo's "dignity"... he picked up the sweater and extended it to you with the very tips of his fingers, looking at you as if you were a complete stranger.

"Thanks," you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek and holding back your laughter with all your might.

He just nodded stiffly. His eyes landed on his own hands, which clenched tightly into fists over his knees. The vein on his forehead began to throb dangerously.

"Lovely Assistaff is not just a stick and you know it," he blurted out, trying to maintain a deep, dignified voice that failed miserably as it cracked at the very end.

"Of course it is. It's made of wood, it has an elongated shape... just like every other stick I know," you replied with the utmost seriousness, adjusting the sweater.

Zanka clicked his tongue and looked up at the ceiling, begging the universe for patience. He was gathering every last ounce of willpower not to explode into a three-hour lecture on the metaphysics of his staff, but you were making it impossible. Unlike his suffering, you were having the time of your life. Teasing him was your favorite sport, especially since Zanka had the emotional subtlety of an erupting volcano; he was utterly incapable of hiding what he felt.

"Perhaps it started as a simple piece of timber in times immemorial, but now it is an extension of my very soul!" he insisted, gesturing wildly with his hands like an old-school theater actor.

You stared at him, legs crossed, wearing an angelic smile that only fueled his drama. Minutes passed in a hilarious loop: Zanka trying to give you a masterclass on Assistaff's majesty, and you knocking down every single argument with phrases like "uh-huh, a magic stick" or "a stick with accessories."

He was right on the verge of losing his mind, his face bright red and his arms waving in the air, until you finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into a loud, clear laugh.

Zanka froze mid-complaint, completely bewildered by your laughter. Before he could protest your lack of respect for his weapon's authority, you leaned into him, wrapped your arms around his neck, and began peppering his cheeks with quick, noisy kisses.

"You are so cute, Zanka," you giggled against his skin. "I know perfectly well how important and precious Assistaff is to you. I just wanted to see your expressions, it was a joke."

"A joke in very poor taste," he grumbled. He crossed his arms and looked away, but the crimson of his anger quickly melted into a tender blush that dyed him all the way to his ears.

"But even so, you never got truly mad at me," you said sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes at him in that playful way you knew perfectly well dissolved all his defenses. "See? You're a softie."

Without giving him time to reply, you threw yourself completely onto his chest. The impact caught him off guard, and by pure instinct, his arms unraveled to immediately catch your waist, securing your body against his so neither of you ended up rolling onto the floor.

The comedic atmosphere vanished in an instant, replaced by the warmth of his closeness. Zanka sighed, resting his chin gently on your shoulder. The grip of his hands on your back grew firm, yet incredibly delicate, as if you truly were his greatest treasure.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny..." he murmured, though this time his voice held no trace of a complaint, only deep affection. He pulled you a little closer, burying his face in your neck while leaving a soft kiss on your skin. "Don't scare me like that. You know I couldn't stay mad at you even if I tried... but show a little more respect to her".

Headcannons

Part one with Zanka

Zanka x gaming reader

NOTES: in BVFYGEUIODS and uhh yeah i dont know what to putt here today but yeah trmilytybmily uhh the red means i love you lyrics

LETS GO

You love gaming and love dragging Zanka into your gaming sessions. He pretends to hate it but he loves every part of it so much. His little wanna be nonchalant self.

He’s actually very good at the game you play. HE HAS TOTALLY NOT hmmhmm he does not in his free time watch tutorials on how to get good at this game.

He buys you merch all the time

You kinda force your favorite person on him so it becomes his favorite person too.Your comfort character too. And after all to this it becomes his favorite characters too.

Zanka just stares at you blankly

“What?”

“ I love him so much i want to blend him up and feed him to everyone so they can taste the happiness i get from him!”

“And who are you talking about?”

“ my favorite character !”

“ Which is kaveh— VENTI I-I mean zanka!”

“ Yeah Zanka” ( let me wipe the sweat off of your face for you)

And the blushing starts all over again.

Notes I LOVE kaveh and venti and zanka too i guess. Lowkey quick post might make part two today with enjin and Tamsy because that’s who won the poll

The morning sun filtered softly through the slats of the blinds, casting warm, golden stripes across the messy sheets. It was a rare, quiet moment in the chaotic world of the shelter, and you wanted to soak in it forever.

You shifted slightly, intending to stretch, but something heavy and warm anchored you in place. Zanka had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breathing was slow and steady, blowing warm air against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You smiled, turning your head a bit to plant a soft kiss on his messy hair. As much as you wanted to stay trapped in his embrace all day, reality suddenly hit you. Today was mission day. The team had a massive operation scheduled, and being late was not an option.

"Zanka," you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep. "Hey, wake up. We need to get ready. There's a mission."

A low, disgruntled grunt vibrated against your skin. Instead of loosening his grip, Zanka tightened his arms, pulling you completely flush against his chest.

"Five more minutes," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and rough from sleep.

"We don't have five minutes, love," you said with a soft chuckle, placing your hands on his forearms to gently pry them open. "Enjin will be knocking on our door any second. Let me get up."

You managed to free your torso and sat up, feeling the cool morning air on your bare shoulders. But you didn't get very far. Before your feet could even touch the floor, a pair of strong hands grabbed you by the hips. With a sudden, gentle yank, Zanka dragged you back onto the mattress.

A gasp escaped your lips as you fell flat on your back, and within a second, Zanka was already hovering over you. His usual sharp, guarded expression was completely gone, replaced by a soft, heavy-lidded gaze that made your heart skip a beat. He looked incredibly handsome like this: disarmed, relaxed, and entirely focused on you.

"Stay," he murmured, his thumb caressing your waist.

"Zanka, seriously, we're going to be late," you protested, though your hands automatically found their way to his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath his sleeping shirt.

Instead of answering, Zanka leaned down, leaving a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along your jawline, moving down to your neck. You let out a quiet sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew exactly what he was doing. He bit your skin gently, just enough to make you gasp, before soothing the spot with his tongue.

The lazy atmosphere shifted instantly, turning thick with a sudden, heavy passion. Zanka's hands slid underneath your shirt, his warm palms pressing against your bare skin as he molded his body to yours. The urgency of the mission began to fade into the background, completely eclipsed by the friction of his lips against yours when he finally brought his mouth to yours.

The kiss was deep, possessive, and filled with a needy hunger he usually hid behind his rough exterior.

Your breath hitched as his knee parted your thighs, and his hands pinned your wrists above your head. The heat between you was rising rapidly, your hearts beating in unison, and just as Zanka lowered his lips to your collarbone, ready to take things much further...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Yo! Lovebirds!" Enjin's loud, booming voice shattered the silence from the other side of the door. "The truck is loaded and everyone is waiting. If you guys aren't down in five minutes, I'm coming in to drag you out by the ankles!"

Zanka froze. His forehead rested against your collarbone for a long, agonizing second as he let out a deeply frustrated, muffled curse against your skin.

"We're coming!" Zanka yelled back, his voice thick with irritation, tightening his fingers against the mattress.

"Five minutes, Zanka! Don't make me kick the door down!" Enjin chuckled, and his footsteps finally faded down the hallway.

You couldn't help it; a breathless laugh escaped your lips. Zanka sat up slightly, looking down at you with pure frustration reflected in his eyes and his cheeks tinged with a faint flush. His hair was an absolute disaster, and his lips were slightly swollen from the kisses.

"I hate him," Zanka growled, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours. "Well, I wish I did."

"We have to go," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him, even though you felt just as breathless and unsatisfied as he did.

Zanka let out a long, dramatic sigh, slowly releasing your wrists. He leaned in one last time, catching your lips in a brief, rough kiss that left you dizzy. When he pulled away, his dark eyes locked onto yours with absolute promise.

"This isn't over," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky promise as he finally sat up and let you out of bed. "The second we get back from this mission, I'm locking that door. And you're not leaving this bed for the rest of the night."

A shiver ran through your body at the intensity of his voice. You smiled, tossing him his uniform jacket from the chair.