but this proved sorta difficult. with how consistent he was with his training. then there was the missions. and when he wasn’t occupied by that? he was worshipping his stupid staff and meditating! was it impossible for him to find time to get you off? seemed like it.

and it was even more infuriating how he acted like nothing had happened that night - which was probably for the better for both of you. but not even a glance your way to give you a knowing look, nope. nothing. just the same, cold brat you knew before. and it did hurt a little. that he acted no different, acted unaffected, when you were nothing but affected.

finally, you find yourself from free time. the whole day off, actually! perfect. and, since you’re perfectly fine with Enjin, you decide to check in with him to ask if team Akuta has any special plans. nothing. also perfect. this means, in theory, Zanka should be all by himself, and free for you! and that theory became a beautiful reality when you peeked through the cracked door of his bedroom.

there’s a warm golden tint to the room from the sunset that’s pouring in through the window. he sits on the edge of his bed closest to the window, back facing you, posture straight. he’s sitting cross-legged with his beloved staff balanced delicately across his lap. what a sight. and as much as it felt rude interrupting, you could also argue that it was rude for him to leave you on the edge of an orgasm and rush out!

you give the door a little push, and step inside. his head lifts a little, but he doesn’t actually look back until he hears the door shut behind you.

“what’re ya doin in here..?”

“wow. what a warm welcome. i think you know what for, Zanka,”

zanka sighs, because he did sorta bring it upon himself, so it’s not like he can complain. he props Aibo up against the wall, stands up, and walks over to you.

“what? it’s not like you planned anything or gave me a time or date. can’t be mad at me for showing up.”

“i’m busy.” he says bluntly.

“too busy for me?”

that made him hesitate. he really wasn’t, and saying yes or no out loud both didn’t sound good. so he said nothing. just walked past you and locked the door.

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your knees dig into the mattress on either side of zanka’s hips, pinning him below you. he grunts quietly, fingertips digging into your waist while you grind down on him.

“j-jesus christ, not even a warning or-”

“shut up.”

“yes m’am…”

he’s like a completely different person from the closet the other night - breathing uneven while he tried to derive as much pleasure as he can from the pitiful dry humping that’s going on. even worse for him? your panties are off. the fabric of his pants are the only thing separating him from your wet heat.

zanka can’t take it anymore. he’s gripping your hips tightly, trying to grind you down on him better, when his hands quickly retreat to his waistband. you grab his face in your hands when you notice.

“nope. say please first.”

he must’ve winced at the thought.

because zanka nijiku didn’t beg.

but, looking up at you with those navy eyes - tinged with annoyed devotion - he hesitantly mumbled.

“…please.”

“much better.”

he won’t admit the way he feels his cheeks heat up at your tone. it’s there, just not something he’ll own up to. the button of his pants gets undone with ease, nimble fingers sliding them down just enough to free himself to finally be a little closer to what he so desperately needed. but you had different plans, because this whole payback thing just kept getting funner for you.

you sink to your knees in front of him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. he sucks in a breath, and barely has any time to react before you’re pumping your hand up and down his dick. his abs tense immediately under your free hand.

he gets close fairly quickly, hips bucking up into your warm fist, breaths shaky as he nears his limit. just as he’s about to finish, though? you press a light kiss to his tip, and pull away, leaving him to whine at the ruined orgasm.

but that frustration turns into submission in no time. because he’d do anything to experience that again and actually finish.

he’s pulling you up to his lap quickly, but not lining himself up just yet. he really needs to win you over. his hands hold your waist, not too tight, and he’s looking up at you so, so obediently.

“please..please, let me have you.”

he pants quietly, desperation seeping from his voice in ways you’d never heard before. and it was beautiful.

you sink down slowly, and he lets out a sigh of relief that could be interpreted as a whimper if you thought about it hard enough. but neither of you were thinking right now. he just needed to be bottomed out in your warm, gooey walls that he’d only dreamt of experiencing.

his fingers slide down to your hips and he just anchors himself there once you reach the base. he hides his face in your forehead, moaning quietly from the sensation. then..his lips.

you feel his lips press to your neck when you start to move up and down on him. sucking and nibbling while he weakly thrusts up into you, slow but rhythmic.

after a few minutes, you notice him speeding up. losing his rhythm, and instead growing sloppier. with each thrust he sucks in your neck a little harder, and he’s switched spots plenty of times just to mark your neck all over.

he spills over with a choked off groan, flooding you with a hot wetness. he muffles himself by biting into the side of your neck while his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his body, and apologizing for finishing so early.

“sorry, i just..really needed that. promise…i promise, i’ll let you cum, i just need a minute,”

he rambles, sounding pathetic as ever but so adorable. he’s way too grateful for getting to experience you like this, and it definitely shows.

A/N : all i can say is i am SO sorry for how long this took😢😢😢 i’ve been crazy busy with wig styling and prop making and all that crap, so i hope this is like..enjoyable enough and meets the invisible expectations that might be there…love u all!!

Since there was no specific theme given, I'll just give a few random headcanons I have!

Funerals in Desert Bluffs are similar to New Orleans style funerals

There is grieving, of course, but they ultimately end in celebration. That is, if the funeral even happens in between the busy work schedules.

There is unique social etiquette on when it is okay to have a more 'false' looking smile rather than a 'genuine' one

We all know smiling is important to Desert Bluffs citizens, but the etiquette behind it is just as important! 'False' / 'forced' smiles are more expected in common interactions, as 'genuine' smiles are seen as an intimate gesture, often reserved for families, romantic partners, and close friends.

It's deemed inappropriate to have a more 'genuine' smile in day to day interactions.

Conformity is prized only in certain dynamics

While in most spaces conformity to any and all social expectations is the primary goal of a polished community like Desert Bluffs, there are a few exceptions. Primarily, in families, especially among children as they explore their career interests.

After all, a powerful workforce demands variety, smothering it too heavily at such a young age cripples the strength of it in the future.

Frown Night originated from a failed rebellion

This may not make much sense, but to me, Frown Night always seemed out of place. The way my mind justifies it is that it is a mockery of a group which tried to defy the status quo. The night is treated as a horror, but also a sort of joke. As if further — albeit subconsciously — driving it in that at the end of the day, you'll live your life smiling; that there is no escape from it.

Emotional regulation is required in Desert Bluffs society

While some of it is enforced by medication and many other various means, it is also a requirement in schooling. Children in Desert Bluffs are taught from a very young age that their emotions — especially 'unpleasant' or 'unseemly' ones — are incorrect, and at times, shameful. This is obviously not healthy, but it is so ingrained in their culture at this point, that everyone in the town has forgotten what it means to feel sorrow without shame and guilt.

In some cases, citizens may pray for forgiveness, as if their own emotions are sin.

Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale