there's no space in the van! ; zanka x fem!reader ; just silly cartoonish fun
zanka thinks he isn't going to make it home alive today. he's going to go into cardiac arrest and die in the backseat of the cleaner's van, and the most shocking thing would be that it wasn't because of enjin's atrocious driving.
it would still be enjin's fault though.
and as much zanka admires and respects the blonde, he's already picturing his headstone inscribed with “CAUSE OF DEATH: ENJIN”. he's also decided to haunt the older man for the rest of eternity as a ghost once he dies. based on the current situation, that's going to occur in approximately the next five seconds.
zanka accidentally meets enjins's gaze in the rearview mirror and his face flushes bright red as he looks away.
“lighten up, zanka!” he laughs heartily, slapping the steering wheel. “not every day you get such a pretty girl on your lap.”
“don’t tease, enjin!” you scold, shifting your weight on zanka’s lap, “you’re so annoying.”
“alright, alright,” the blonde man chuckles, preparing to raise his hands in surrender before rudo yells at him to keep them on the wheel.
“it’s your fault there’s no space anyway.” you roll your eyes and fold your arms across your chest, which makes enjin gasp in mock horror.
“no way! blame rudo, he’s the one who brought back all this trash.”
“huh?! you told me to take as much as i could!” rudo retorts, his tone taking on a defensive edge as he pouts. then he looks at the way you’re precariously perched on zanka’s lap, your short skirt riding up your thighs just a little higher than normal, and his cheeks flush bright red, prompting him to dip his head and mutter, “...sorry.”
“i’m not the one you should apologise to,” a sigh slips past your lips, “poor zanka has to deal with me sitting on him for the whole ride.”
zanka, who has been focusing on very stoically staring out the window and not partaking in this conversation whatsoever, while simultaneously doing his best not to acknowledge your proximity because if he thinks about it for longer than 0.2 seconds he is almost certain he’s going to burst into flames right there and then, finally gives in, “i’m not that much of a weakling, this is nothing. i’m more worried about if you’re comfortable.”
“aw, thanks, zanka. i’m fine, though, i promise.” a gentle smile graces your features and you squeeze his knee as reassurance, which makes zanka draw in a sharp breath and start recounting all the times he got beaten up – the mental equivalent of a cold shower.
“i’m not going to say sorry to that guy!” rudo’s brows shoot up in disbelief. “he’s definitely super happy about this!”
“hm? is that true, z?” a wicked grin dances about your lips, your voice taking on that teasing lilt zanka’s come to both love and fear.
he freezes. then he seriously considers hiring an assassin to take rudo out right now. luckily, he’s saved from the burden of having to respond by enjin’s terrible lack of driving skills. unluckily, he might never get to respond again because the van proceeds to go airborne for at least a minute after enjin just zooms over a bump on the road at maximum speed. in the heat of the moment, zanka grabs your waist without thinking and holds you close, his only coherent thought being that he has to keep you safe.
miraculously, you all survive the abrupt flight, and enjin continues driving like nothing happened save for a stupid quip, “woah, that was crazy, wasn’t it? didn’t know the van had wings.”
and while rudo is busy shouting at enjin to learn how to drive better, zanka leans in to murmur, “hey, are you okay?”
“shouldn't have expected anything else from enjin, but yeah, i'm all good.” you reply, then you smirk, “thanks to you.”
“what do you-”
you look pointedly at the way his hands flex on your hips and zanka nearly beats the speed of light with how quickly he pulls them away, a million stuttered apologies pouring out all at once, “ah! i’m sorry, i just didn’t want you to get hurt, i swear i didn’t mean anything weird-”
your playful expression softens into one of pity as he continues bumbling around, and you sigh fondly before lifting both his hands and placing them right back on your waist. “i didn’t say to let go, silly.”
zanka.exe has stopped working.
and while you giggle about how steam is practically about to erupt from the top of zanka’s head, enjin and rudo share a secret fist bump – everything went according to plan.
the dialogue & prose in this is so unserious you can probably tell i had a lot of fun w it LOL
but i'm the jealous type! ; zanka x gn!reader, comfort
“don't talk about lovely assistaff like that.” zanka doesn't even deign to look up at you as he continues lovingly cleaning his jinki. this only serves to irritate you further, because he's caressing the tool far more sweetly than how he’s touched you since he returned from his most recent mission.
that stupid stick is the bane of your existence. it's as bad as an ex, maybe even worse! at least you could tell an ex to stay away. what are you supposed to do about a damn stick?!
“maybe you should go marry lovely assistaff then, since you love it so much!” it’s a childish retort, one more suited for fights in a playground than an argument at the cleaners’ hq, but you’re too annoyed to care as you fold your arms across your chest and stomp off.
the logical part of your brain tells you that it’s zanka’s jinki, it’s only natural for him to cherish it so deeply. you do the same for yours. but the irrational part of you is still so desperate for more attention and affection from your lover that you’ve stooped low enough to battling with an inanimate object.
is it really wrong to want more of zanka's attention? he's your partner, it's only normal that you'd want him to shower you in affection, both physical and verbal. but it seems like lovely assistaff is a third party in your relationship, because he touches it and coos to it more than he ever has to you! at least that's how it feels, but you've always had a tendency to exaggerate.
maybe zanka secretly hates you. maybe he thinks you're too clingy, and he's going to break up with you the next time he sees you. maybe he's been thinking that you talk too much, and that's why he'd rather spend time with a mute stick. and as your mind takes off at a million miles per hour, spiraling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of the endless reasons why zanka might dislike spending time with you, you feel yourself tearing up. and before you know it, you're crying freely, sobbing with your head buried in your knees on your bed.
then you feel a familiar warmth embracing you, pulling you into their arms and rubbing circles onto your back.
“z-zanka?” you sniffle, barely daring to look up for fear of how you'll look with your puffy post-crying face.
“yeah, it's me.” your lover murmurs in the soft tone he reserves for you and you alone. “hey, look at me,” tilting your chin up gently, he wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, cupping your face like you're a fragile piece of glass that'll shatter if he holds you with anything less than the ultimate care.
you hiccup, roughly rubbing the back of your hand against your eyes. you don't trust yourself enough to speak without your voice trembling and then you bursting into tears again. but when you meet his blue eyes, they aren't judgemental like you expected; his gaze is one of loving concern, and it makes your heart do a somersault because why is he so beautiful?
there's a beat of silence as the two of you look at each other, a thousand unspoken words crowding the air, wondering who's going to speak first, and then—
“i'm sorry.” zanka says plainly. no frills, straight to the point – it's exactly what you adore about him. “i haven't been spending as much time as i should with you recently. on the last mission, i messed up badly and needed the others to step in. and i just kept thinking, how could i protect you if i'm too weak to protect myself? that's why i've been so busy with lovely assistaff, i've been training to get stronger for you.”
“oh, zanka…” you can feel yourself about to cry again. your boyfriend doesn't hate you and he doesn't think you're too much and the world is alright, returned to its axis once more. “you know i love you just the way you are.”
that makes a red flush creep up his ears, and zanka rubs the back of his neck while looking away, unable to meet your eyes as he replies so softly you have to strain to hear it. “i… i love you too.” then he clears his throat, regains his composure, and continues, "i’m just an average joe, but i got lucky enough to land a genius like you, so i'm going to keep working hard to be the man you deserve. but the most important thing is,” here his voice softens, and he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, “i never want to make you cry again.”
“zankaaaa!” you wail before you practically leap onto him, enveloping him in the tightest hug known to mankind as you pepper a million kisses on his face. “you're the best boyfriend ever! i'm going to do my best to be the best partner you deserve too!”
and even as he's getting crushed under your onslaught, zanka manages a smile as he meets your lips in a fairytale kiss, “you already are, my love.”
this was originally meant to be a silly fic but somehow i only finished it when i was in the luteal phase and it became emotional LMFAO </3 may we all find a partner who is as understanding as zanka abt our jealous crashouts 🧘♀️
you like admiring enjin's hands. unfortunately for you, he notices.
✧ feat : enjin (gachiakuta) x fem!reader (1.2k words)
✧ warning(s) : public, fingers in mouth, smoking, implied head (m!receiving), pet names (pretty girl, pretty, good girl)
this is an nsfw fic. minors + ageless blogs dni.
✧ a/n : wrote this inspired by an experience i had staring at my friend's hands LMFAO. it's been so long since my last post, i hope yall missed me! <3
masterlist.
the problem with enjin is that he always pays attention to things you wish he wouldn't.
“what did you say?” you blink slowly at him, like that'll somehow improve your listening skills and change what you know you heard the first time.
“i said, you stare at my hands a lot.” the blonde has the audacity to look smug as he says it, like he's the smartest and coolest man ever just for being perceptive enough to notice.
“i do not.” the retort slips past your lips far more defensively than you'd like as you fold your arms across your chest.
that's a lie, because you definitely do admire enjin's hands. only sometimes, though! you wouldn't go as far as to call it ‘a lot’, that's just enjin's ego talking. you swear it's not your fault; he often talks with his hands, always waving them around or gesturing dangerously near your face. it's a miracle you haven't opened your mouth to suck on one of his fingers yet – you're still fighting the urge every time he stands closer than he should.
can anyone really blame you? enjin may not get scouted to be a hand model anytime soon, but that doesn't mean his hands aren't attractive as fuck. his fingers are long but not too slender, veiny from the hours he spends working out, and the dark tattoos ringing each finger topped with chipped black nail polish make your head spin. his hands are usually calloused from training and you almost choke on your saliva when you dare to consider how those rough fingers would feel inside you.
“hey, are you listening to me?” enjin waves his hand in your face and you snap out of your reverie, pressing your thighs together a little more to ease the ache in your core.
“not really.” you roll your eyes, trying to maintain your nonchalant facade. “you aren't that interesting.” mentally, you're praying to every deity in existence that you weren't drooling and staring at him the entire time you were daydreaming. you swear you're innocent, it's just that your gaze is naturally magnetised to the sight of enjin's hands! maybe it's a side effect of his jinki? or maybe you're just delusional, and maybe you need to admit for once and for all that you want your coworker to fuck you.
“you're being mean, which means it's time to go for a smoke.” enjin claps you on the shoulder, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you outside before you can argue. it's already past midnight, the streets are empty and there are barely any shops still open aside from the bar the two of you just left.
“didn't realise it'd be this dark so early in the year.” you kick a tin can around as enjin pulls out his cigarettes and a lighter, doing your best to not ogle him lest you get caught again.
“yeah, i can barely see shit.” he exhales a sigh and rests his head against the wall you're leaning on. hearing a soft click, you can't help but look up, only to see enjin lighting his cigarette and putting it in his mouth. it's a normal sight, but the more primitive part of your brain is unable to stop thinking about the way the cigarette looks so small in his hands, the gentleness with which he holds it despite possessing the strength to crush it in a millisecond. and instead of ending there, your mind plays a highlight reel of all the moments you’ve filed away mentally of enjin's hands – flexing on the steering wheel, white-knuckled gripping his jinki, much larger than zanka's as he teaches the younger man a new move… yeah, you're definitely way too horny for this shit.
“here.” you barely register enjin passing you his cig as he exhales a cloud of smoke. the two of you have shared cigarettes countless times, it shouldn't be anything special. but there's something about this moment, the two of you enveloped in darkness save for the glowing end of the cigarette, just the two of you alone together while you fantasise about how this is practically an indirect kiss.
and instead of reaching out your hand to take it like a normal person, like you should, you open your mouth on autopilot before you can stop yourself instead. and instead of calling you a freak like he rightfully should, enjin's eyes darken and he slips the cigarette between your lips.
“you're so cute, you know that?” his voice cuts through the quiet like a knife, and it's so abrupt you wonder for a second if you hallucinated it. then the nicotine hits your bloodstream and there's a rush of euphoria, only amplified by the sensation of the man opposite you suddenly reaching out to grip your chin.
“e-enjin?! what are you-”
“shh…” enjin's golden eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at you, taking in the way your gaze darts everywhere except his face like a frightened rabbit. “you've been waiting for this, haven’t you? dreaming about it too, i bet.”
“i don't know what you're-”
he plucks the cigarette from your mouth with his free hand, using the other to gently stroke your bottom lip with his thumb. “open up, sweetheart.”
and as embarrassing as it is to admit it, your jaw immediately drops open like an obedient puppy. something about the way enjin's cooing to you in this condescending tone and giving you humiliating instructions you know you shouldn't follow is making a delicious warmth pool in your core, and you can already feel yourself slipping into the headspace where all you want to do is give in and listen to everything he says.
“attagirl.” he smirks, and the sound is like a jolt of electricity right up your spine. you can almost feel your knees buckle at the pet name. before you can even blink, enjin's slipping his thumb past your lips and into your mouth while his other fingers press into your jawbone, holding you in place. you know you wouldn't run even if you could.
“mmff-!” you gag around his finger just a little, startled by the intrusion at first. but then your inhibitions melt away and you start sucking on it like candy, your eyes slipping into a heavy half-lidded gaze as you meet his eyes shamelessly.
“there we go…” enjin's voice is even deeper than usual, a lazy drawl to his tone laced with a hint of excitement. “keep looking at me like that, pretty girl.” his finger probes even deeper and you whimper, tears beading along your lashline.
“you can take it.” he murmurs, his towering figure moving impossibly closer so you have to tilt your head up further to maintain eye contact. “you're making me so hard, you know that? gonna take care of me later?” to the best of your ability you nod frantically, which pulls a chuckle from him as he strokes your head with his other hand. “good girl. my good girl.”
you moan around his finger at that and he tightens his grip in your hair as you sink to your knees in front of him, hands fumbling blindly for his zipper. enjin just laughs, caressing your cheek with his other fingers. “so eager, pretty… seems like you got a knack for taking things in your mouth, yeah? so let's see how good that throat of yours feels.”
every time i'm ovulating enjin crawls into my brain, i black out and when i wake up i have a new freak draft of him (im in denial abt liking him) . moving on! as i said it's been a long time & i'm sorry for going MIA, i lowk moved to japan 😭 anyways ily all mwah hope we get s2 SOON i need more zanka content
just wanna say that all your zanka fics are the pinnacle of excellence and i really enjoy how you write him!!
that’s all 🙂↕️
HI LOVELY im getting to this so late omfg but THANK YOU SO MUCH,,, as a zanka lover it makes me so happy that other zanka fans like my characterisation of him!!! i have sooo many zanka works in my drafts omg help me he's taking over my brain?!?!?! but yes stay tuned for a lot more zankaposting and also HAVE A GREAT DAY CUTIE 💞💞💞
you like admiring enjin's hands. unfortunately for you, he notices.
✧ feat : enjin (gachiakuta) x fem!reader (1.2k words)
✧ warning(s) : public, fingers in mouth, smoking, implied head (m!receiving), pet names (pretty girl, pretty, good girl)
this is an nsfw fic. minors + ageless blogs dni.
✧ a/n : wrote this inspired by an experience i had staring at my friend's hands LMFAO. it's been so long since my last post, i hope yall missed me! <3
masterlist.
the problem with enjin is that he always pays attention to things you wish he wouldn't.
“what did you say?” you blink slowly at him, like that'll somehow improve your listening skills and change what you know you heard the first time.
“i said, you stare at my hands a lot.” the blonde has the audacity to look smug as he says it, like he's the smartest and coolest man ever just for being perceptive enough to notice.
“i do not.” the retort slips past your lips far more defensively than you'd like as you fold your arms across your chest.
that's a lie, because you definitely do admire enjin's hands. only sometimes, though! you wouldn't go as far as to call it ‘a lot’, that's just enjin's ego talking. you swear it's not your fault; he often talks with his hands, always waving them around or gesturing dangerously near your face. it's a miracle you haven't opened your mouth to suck on one of his fingers yet – you're still fighting the urge every time he stands closer than he should.
can anyone really blame you? enjin may not get scouted to be a hand model anytime soon, but that doesn't mean his hands aren't attractive as fuck. his fingers are long but not too slender, veiny from the hours he spends working out, and the dark tattoos ringing each finger topped with chipped black nail polish make your head spin. his hands are usually calloused from training and you almost choke on your saliva when you dare to consider how those rough fingers would feel inside you.
“hey, are you listening to me?” enjin waves his hand in your face and you snap out of your reverie, pressing your thighs together a little more to ease the ache in your core.
“not really.” you roll your eyes, trying to maintain your nonchalant facade. “you aren't that interesting.” mentally, you're praying to every deity in existence that you weren't drooling and staring at him the entire time you were daydreaming. you swear you're innocent, it's just that your gaze is naturally magnetised to the sight of enjin's hands! maybe it's a side effect of his jinki? or maybe you're just delusional, and maybe you need to admit for once and for all that you want your coworker to fuck you.
“you're being mean, which means it's time to go for a smoke.” enjin claps you on the shoulder, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you outside before you can argue. it's already past midnight, the streets are empty and there are barely any shops still open aside from the bar the two of you just left.
“didn't realise it'd be this dark so early in the year.” you kick a tin can around as enjin pulls out his cigarettes and a lighter, doing your best to not ogle him lest you get caught again.
“yeah, i can barely see shit.” he exhales a sigh and rests his head against the wall you're leaning on. hearing a soft click, you can't help but look up, only to see enjin lighting his cigarette and putting it in his mouth. it's a normal sight, but the more primitive part of your brain is unable to stop thinking about the way the cigarette looks so small in his hands, the gentleness with which he holds it despite possessing the strength to crush it in a millisecond. and instead of ending there, your mind plays a highlight reel of all the moments you’ve filed away mentally of enjin's hands – flexing on the steering wheel, white-knuckled gripping his jinki, much larger than zanka's as he teaches the younger man a new move… yeah, you're definitely way too horny for this shit.
“here.” you barely register enjin passing you his cig as he exhales a cloud of smoke. the two of you have shared cigarettes countless times, it shouldn't be anything special. but there's something about this moment, the two of you enveloped in darkness save for the glowing end of the cigarette, just the two of you alone together while you fantasise about how this is practically an indirect kiss.
and instead of reaching out your hand to take it like a normal person, like you should, you open your mouth on autopilot before you can stop yourself instead. and instead of calling you a freak like he rightfully should, enjin's eyes darken and he slips the cigarette between your lips.
“you're so cute, you know that?” his voice cuts through the quiet like a knife, and it's so abrupt you wonder for a second if you hallucinated it. then the nicotine hits your bloodstream and there's a rush of euphoria, only amplified by the sensation of the man opposite you suddenly reaching out to grip your chin.
“e-enjin?! what are you-”
“shh…” enjin's golden eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at you, taking in the way your gaze darts everywhere except his face like a frightened rabbit. “you've been waiting for this, haven’t you? dreaming about it too, i bet.”
“i don't know what you're-”
he plucks the cigarette from your mouth with his free hand, using the other to gently stroke your bottom lip with his thumb. “open up, sweetheart.”
and as embarrassing as it is to admit it, your jaw immediately drops open like an obedient puppy. something about the way enjin's cooing to you in this condescending tone and giving you humiliating instructions you know you shouldn't follow is making a delicious warmth pool in your core, and you can already feel yourself slipping into the headspace where all you want to do is give in and listen to everything he says.
“attagirl.” he smirks, and the sound is like a jolt of electricity right up your spine. you can almost feel your knees buckle at the pet name. before you can even blink, enjin's slipping his thumb past your lips and into your mouth while his other fingers press into your jawbone, holding you in place. you know you wouldn't run even if you could.
“mmff-!” you gag around his finger just a little, startled by the intrusion at first. but then your inhibitions melt away and you start sucking on it like candy, your eyes slipping into a heavy half-lidded gaze as you meet his eyes shamelessly.
“there we go…” enjin's voice is even deeper than usual, a lazy drawl to his tone laced with a hint of excitement. “keep looking at me like that, pretty girl.” his finger probes even deeper and you whimper, tears beading along your lashline.
“you can take it.” he murmurs, his towering figure moving impossibly closer so you have to tilt your head up further to maintain eye contact. “you're making me so hard, you know that? gonna take care of me later?” to the best of your ability you nod frantically, which pulls a chuckle from him as he strokes your head with his other hand. “good girl. my good girl.”
you moan around his finger at that and he tightens his grip in your hair as you sink to your knees in front of him, hands fumbling blindly for his zipper. enjin just laughs, caressing your cheek with his other fingers. “so eager, pretty… seems like you got a knack for taking things in your mouth, yeah? so let's see how good that throat of yours feels.”
every time i'm ovulating enjin crawls into my brain, i black out and when i wake up i have a new freak draft of him (im in denial abt liking him) . moving on! as i said it's been a long time & i'm sorry for going MIA, i lowk moved to japan 😭 anyways ily all mwah hope we get s2 SOON i need more zanka content
hello pookies! it's been a while 🥹 i mentioned a while ago that i was going through some life changes and guess what !!! i've [temporarily] moved to japan for my studies 🥳 the whole process of moving & settling in is the reason i've been so inactive lately,,, but i'm getting into more of a rhythm now & i'm hoping to get back into writing soon <3 as always i hope you guys have been doing well hehe lots of love 💞
it's so crazy to me that this blog has been around for FIVE whole years 🥹 yall have been here w me through high school, college & now university and throughout this time i've made so many amazing friends through this platform who i'm endlessly grateful for 💗 i've written a lot, gone through periods of horrible inactivity, and yapped a lot of nonsense too, so thank you so much to everyone who's stuck around 🫶 i hope i'll get to continue being here for another half a decade hehehe <333 love u all MWAH 💞
hihi everyone! just wanted to apologise for the inactivity lately :') currently going through some veryyy big life changes hehe (all good things though!) so i'm super busy w that and have no energy left to write 💔 hopefully things will settle down soon and then i'll be able to write again! <3
