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“THE FOOLS CROWN”

genre: Dark romance summary: Crazy jester loves a princess and gets drunk 😔 status: TO BE DELETED SOON (idek anymore wtf is it getting a lil popular how are pple finding it 😭😭)

”LONG DAY: Enjin x Reader”

What: lowkey smut summary: you ride him after his long day 🫣 status: DONE

Restless: Tamsy x reader story

What: fluff summary: he helps calm u like a good boy 😜 status: DONE

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Lmao me pulling all nighters scrolling on tumblr

I wanna make a vampire Enjin x reader so bad but like I wanna wait till Halloween but like 😩😩

omg hiii and I’m so happy u like them! ❤️ im sorry this ones slightly a bit long I’m still practicing like starting scenes and endings and stuff though— but I hope you enjoy this one anyways!!!

Zanka x Reader: ChapStick flavor challenge

Walking through the aisle of the store you had been shopping in, you eventually came across the cosmetics section. You looked at the various beauty products, but a specific shelf with different packs of chapsticks caught your eye. You almost laughed at the many various flavors. Sour Patch, Skittles, Coca-Cola? I mean, seriously, it gets to a point. ‘How would Coca-Cola chapstick even taste?’ you wondered. 

There was this short you once saw on social media of this couple doing some sort of chapstick flavor challenge where they had to guess it. Something along those lines. As you thought of this, still scanning through the different flavors, your mind went to your boyfriend Zanka. Who at this time was probably lounging on the couch watching TV. It would be nice to do something fun like this, I mean, especially with how competitive he can get.

You soon succumbed to your curiosity and grabbed a few different chapstick flavors. You paid and went to sit in your car, tossing the bag in the passenger seat. It wasn't too late at night; it was around 8, and the streets were bustling with people and cars driving by. Before you got ready to drive off, you opened your socials and immediately went off in search of the chapstick flavor challenge. 

Multiple results popped up. 

Clicking on one, you watched as one person closed their eyes while the other picked a flavored chapstick, rubbing it on their lips before they both kissed. Even more than once, so the person can guess it right. ‘This wouldn’t be so bad to do,’ You thought to yourself as you got ready to drive off.

Back at home, you came inside and found out what you had expected. Zanka was obviously lying around on the couch. You removed your shoes and headed towards the kitchen, placing the bag of chapsticks down there first before heading to Zanka’s side in the living room. “Hey, I'm back,” you say with a sweet smile on your face, leaning over to plant a light kiss on his cheek.

“Hey darling.” He says, returning your smile. Though it was as if he could already sense that you wanted something. 

He sighs, “What is it?” You raise a brow. “What?” 

“I feel like you're bouta ask me for something.” He responded with a light shrug. “I can't just talk to you?” You asked with a light laugh. “Come, come,” You urged, taking his arms and pulling him up. You had him follow you to the kitchen, and you took up the bag, dangling it in front of him teasingly. 

He leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed while he looked unimpressed. “Well, what's supposed to be in there?” He asks.  

"First, I need to know if you'll take the challenge with me." You say, grinning. 

"Yeah, I would, but only if it's not stupid." He replies. 

"Well, it isn't." 

"Well, I don't know what's 'innit' until you tell me." He mumbles under his breath. You pull a hand over your face. “Well, just don’t judge… It can be fun, I think!” You say cheerfully.

“I can imagine.” He replies jokingly. However, when you glare at him, he coughs and slightly straightens up. He watches you pull things from the bag. “I bought flavored chapsticks,” you say, holding one up. “...You bought what?” He asks, confused. He takes it from your hand for a closer look. “Hershey? how would it taste like chocolate?” 

“See, that's the challenge. You put one on, and the other has to guess the flavor.” You take out the rest of the chapsticks and line them up. “You guess by kissing the other after they put it on.” You explained. “...that it?” He asked, raising a brow. You nodded. “Alright.. I guess we can.” 

“Alright, close your eyes while I pick one.” You say, smiling. He takes a good look at all the flavor options. There’s:

Fanta

Orange Twist

Twizzlers

Bubble Yum

Hershey

Jolly Rancher apple 

Jolly Rancher watermelon and more.

When he closes your eyes it feels a bit hard for him to contain his anticipation, already licking his lips despite not even having begun. You pick up the Fanta one and open the chapstick, rubbing it along your lips. The balm rolled on slick and thin. You pressed your lips together, spreading the flavor, and it bloomed across your tongue—sweet, a little waxy.

 “Okay, I'm ready,” You say, giggling. 

You lean in and press your lips to his. He stayed there for a moment, rubbing his lips together, trying to figure out the taste. “... one more time,” he quickly said, his hands cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours again. “Mm…. is it one of the orange ones?” 

“I can't tell you” you laugh. 

“Uh Fanta..?” 

“Yep!” 

He opens his eyes a bit fired up now. “Alright, alright. You close your eyes now.” He says. When you close your eyes he picks up the twizzlers one. “I have one point by the way.” He says as he rubs the balm on his lips. 

“Okay, ready?” He asked. You nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and playfully dragged it out longer than needed. 

When Zanka pulled back, you immediately pulled him back in, your tongue slightly licked against his bottom lip. He pulled back, flustered. “Y-you can’t do that!” He says. “I can't tell what it is!” you complain. I never tasted this before. Watermelon?” You asked.

“That your final choice?” He grins; it was a great day whenever he was winning, apparently. “No– um.. The bubble gum one?” You asked, tapping your fingers on the table. Wishing you could just open your eyes and look at the flavors. 

“Can't tell you, darling.” 

You groan in frustration. “Alright, I'm gonna go with the watermelon one.” 

“Nah, it was Twizzler.” He said with a sly smile.

The laughter went on as the two of you kissed and experienced different flavors; there were some very odd ones you had trouble guessing, because they barely matched what they were supposed to be. You both struggled trying to get rid of the other lingering tastes on your lips that were messing with the other flavors. 

Zanka ended up winning, of course. “As long as we had fun,” you muttered. 

“You sure you're not just saying that cause you lost?” He teased as you both flopped back onto the couch.

Cred 4 dividers- @pixopix, & Mari’s dividers

TYY ik u sent this like all the way back in may but I haven’t been able to really be active on the app for a long while. But im back now!! ngl this one is a bit short and rushed because i wanted to just quickly get something out there. but enjoy.

Zanka X Reader: First times showering together

You slowly stripped off your clothes. Your top, pants, socks, and eventually your under garments as well. As you did so, your eyes watched Zanka. Your new boyfriend who stood in front of you undressing. He noticed your staring and raised one side of his mouth in a half-smile. 

“What? Havin’ second thoughts?” He teased as if he wasn’t internally heating up as well. It was painfully obvious he was affected by this just as much as you were. It was the first time doing this after all. 

“Not even close” you say with a small laugh. Instead you were more so having thoughts of how over dressed his outfit was in the first place. And jeez those baggy ass pants. This is supposed to be easy for him, undressing in front of you. But his mind couldn’t help but be wondering what this shower may lead to next. Little did he know, you were wondering the same exact thing. His slender hands struggled to undo his belt. You wound up unbuckling him on your own. Your fingers reach for the zipper near his collar but find it obstructed by the strap covering his chest. 

“Do you really need that many straps and layers?” holy shit, you said. “It’s just for Lovely Assistaff…” He mumbles. After you are both stripped of your clothes, you both enter the shower together.

The shower from above rained on y'all and drenched both of your bodies. Zanka took up your wash rag, squeezing soap onto it before lathering it.

"Just– um, turn around." When you do, he runs the cloth down your back so delicately that you could even smile a little. He washed your shoulders, touching the shape of them. You answered with a soft sigh. His hand came around, rag rubbing against your stomach, breasts and going lower. Your hips, and the soap clinging to them before it fell in the water under the spray of the water some soap rinsed away.

His movements came to a stop as you felt his hand on your waist and lips brushing against your neck. You were almost surprised, letting out a soft gasp.. “Tryna catch me off guard?" you joke before turning around and capturing his lips in a kiss. A soft heat settled over his face. The kiss felt softer than expected and he does not do anything for a whole half a second before succumbing to himself. Then you raise your hands to hold the sides of his shoulders as if balancing yourself from something. You revel in the way he kisses you back with an intensity that suggests he had been suppressing himself for a long time as well. The steamy water from the spray slid between the kiss.

You eventually pulled away from the kiss, ignoring how much you still wanted more. “Your turn.” You say before picking up his rag. Your hands went to his chest, and the intensity of the heat grew between you both. The muscles beneath the rag tensed. You gently rubbed the soap on his skin and traced the lines of his collar bone, his sternum, and any scars he must've gotten while fighting. 

He stopped you from going any lower by grabbing hold of your wrist.

"Aha.. I can do it," he said breathlessly. "Or you'll end the shower sooner than we want".

You scoff, playing along. “Like that’d be so bad”. Your eyes on his dropped its gaze a bit lower to his.. Wow. Noticing your staring he caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a second.

“Just a little longer.” He told you. He takes the rag from you, handing you back yours before washing himself. “Till.. what?” You say as you begin washing yourself as well. 

"Till I show you exactly what I've been thinkin ‘bout all evening."

ofc Np 🫂 (lowkey still tryna get better at writing, so I apologize if it’s not the best— just pulling stuff from pure imagination)

Zanka x reader: First Times

You and Zanka have been together for several months now. Most people would have likely taken the next step or at least spoken about it by now. You love Zanka, and there's no rush, but watching him sit there on the couch, so enticing—with your legs resting on his lap and his hands gently massaging your ankles—there's no way you can ignore the flutter of something more intimate stirring inside you.

You decided that maybe today would be the perfect day to at least speak about it with him.

“Hey Zanka.. Do you ever think about it?” You asked about testing the waters a bit. His gaze falls on you, his expression a bit hard to read. “About..”

“Y’know. It. sex. It’s just a bit surprising how we haven't done it yet.” you say. Zanka rubbed at the back of his neck, face pinching briefly with nerves before smoothing out again. “Surprising?” he repeated.

“A little.” You responded.

He his eyes looked down at your legs in his lap. “I figured we were just taking things slow.” he says adjusting his sitting position. “We are.” You say, a bit awkwardly, yourself.

“You sayin that like it's a bad thing?”

“No.” You smiled slightly. “I actually like that you haven't pushed anything.” His expressions softened a little at that as he returned your gaze once again. “Good.” He said simply. “Didn’t wanna pressure ya.”

You shifted a little closer against him. “Have you wanted to?”

He scoffed quietly. “What kinda question is that?” He looked away. “Of course I have..” After a moment he slightly bit his lip before looking at you. “Do you want to?”

There was a small pause before you quietly nodded.

”a-ah..”

Your hands rested on his back, his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he pumped in and out of you. It hurt a bit as this was your first time actually doing it together but it soon passed. Now the room filled with whimpers, moans, and incoherent whispers to one another.

Though he’d never admit it, Zanka did mentally prepare for this moment ahead of time. He was certain he would make you feel good, that you'd hit your peak first. As of now though his mind was a mess. Your walls clenching around his cock almost sends him over the edge. “D-doing good… am I?” He managed to murmur into her ear.

“Mm. Yes.. You're doing so good” You responded breathlessly. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back as he sped up just a bit.

It was the ultimate validation, a praise that bypassed his usual composer and went straight to his heart

Zanka’s breath came in jagged, hot hitches against the skin of your neck. His hands, usually so steady around you, trembled slightly as they braced against the bedding, or perhaps against you, seeking purchase in the storm.

When you finally came, that sound you made was more rewarding than anything. As you bucked and cried out, the sensation of your internal muscles tightening around him, pulsing in the throes of your orgasm, acted like a trigger. The dam finally broke. The desperate tension he's been building exploded within him and he could help but just moan your name. The feelings for both of you was so euphoric you both got lost in a daze.

Zanka collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he fought for air, his forehead pressed hard against your shoulder. Trembling from the aftershocks of his release. Even in his state of exhaustion, he clung to you.

Your hands, still splayed on his back, Relaxed their grip, your fingers tracing the hard, sweat slicked muscles of Zanka’s spine. “Oh Zanka.. How about a round 2…” A sly smile pulled at the corner of your lips as he relaxed against you.

Credits : uzzmachiato

Restless

Tamsy x reader Content: fluff, a comforting Tamsy, a restless Reader

Tamsy notices long before you say anything.

The restless shifting beneath the blankets. The excessive sighing. The way you move every few seconds against the mattress beside him.

The moonlight spilled pale silver streaks across the room. He says nothing at first, only watching quietly through tired eyes. “You’re awake.” He murmurs eventually.

You sigh softly. “Can’t sleep.” The mattress shifts. You feel his arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back carefully against his chest with slow certainty, like there had never been another possible place for you to be. “There,” Tamsy whispers softly. His voice is think with sleep, low and warm near your ear. “Your move too much when your restless like this.”

Embarrassment flickers briefly through you. “Sorry.” “Mm.” His fingers trail lazily along your stomach beneath your shirt. “Don’t apologize for things I already know about you.” He said. As the room fell into a comfortable silence his touch remained slow. His thumb draws gently patterns on your skin. Even now you can feel his eyes on you. “You think too loudly,” he says after a while. A quiet laugh escapes you. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” Tamsy murmurs softly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, “your mind wanders too far when I am not holding you.”

Long Day: Enjin x Reader

content: Fluff, tired Enjin, Clingy Enjin, grinding, d!ck riding

Heavy boots dragged across the floor before stopping in the bedroom door frame. A sigh followed. Loud and dramatic. Enjin walked into the bedroom “Hey, trouble.” Despite himself, a grin tugged at his mouth the second he saw you.

You smiled lazily back, lay on your side facing him. “Long day?”

“You have no idea.” He began stripping himself of his clothes till he was left in only his pants and briefs, his black and red tats on display, also kicking off his boots in the midst of it. “Trash beasts everywhere. Rudo nearly got himself killed twice. And y’know I got yelled at for ‘not taking things seriously’?”

”You weren't taking things seriously?”

“I was supervising.”

”Probably sitting on a pipe swinging your legs.”

“That,” Enjin corrected, pointing at her, “is called leadership.”

A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. Another dramatic sigh escaped him as he climed into bed beside you. “Move over.”

“You need a bath,” you muttered, moving over despite yourself. “I'm exhausted,” he replied. You rolled your eyes at his words. “You barely fought.” Enjin spooned you from behind. “Maybe I was too busy thinking about you,” he murmured into your neck. You scoffed. “Yeah, right.” Silence settled between you, broken only by the slight deepen of his breathing. Believing he had fallen asleep, you shifted subtly, only to feel his grip tighten, keeping you in place.

That's when you felt it. Something hard pressing against your ass from behind. “Enjin, … are you seriously bricked right now?” When you got no response you grinded slightly against him.

A shaky breath left his lips. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers. You softly chuckle as you grind a little more into him. “Oh, I thought you were exhausted?” you say condescendingly.

“I am” he mutters. His voice soft yet low. His hips buck in into yours needily. You hum quietly. “Should I help you blow off some steam then?” You turn on your side facing him now. Your hand wastes no time palming him through his pants. His breath hitched, it was no help that his eyes began running over your curves.

“Mmh—” Closing your eyes, your lips pressed to his catching them in a lazy kiss. Without hesitation your hand undid his pants pulling it down a bit along with his boxers. Gripping his girth you stroke It slowly.

“Shit..” He breathed out, his voice a bit strained.

You broke the kiss with a small pop and sat up, beginning to pull off your own clothes. Enjin watched you and his throat went try, just the sight had his errection leaking pre cum. As if he’s never done this before.

Once bear, you went and positioned yourself on him. Your hand pushed his shoulder back so he was no longer laying on his side but on his back. You bit your lip as you positioned you self over his shaft and sinking down on it. His eyes rolled back in ecstacy, a state of pure bliss.

The bed rattled beneath you both as you bounced on his lap. And Jesus, it was big, no matter how many times you both had sex you couldn’t get used to this. Your pussy squelched, juices squirting over his v line. His hands gripped either side of your waist while your hands rested on his chest.

Your hip rolled and grinded hard down against him earning a small moan from his lips. Watching your tits bounce as you fucked yourself on his cock did things to him. One, he was sure he was already on the edge of release.

Enjin sat up slightly. “Mm~ god, you feel so good baby” His hands splayed out across your back as he mumbled breathless incoherent words. His mouth caught your tit, his tongue swirled around your nipple and that was your last straw before you rained on him. You cried out as you grinded on him through your orgasm.

Your eyes looked down to watch his cock disappear inside you only to reappear drenched in your juices and a white coat.

When you both came down from your high you collapsed against him. “Im gonna start coming home exhausted everyday now.. Alright? Just so you can rail me like you did just now.” He said as he held you against him.

WARNINGS : Bad writing, pvssy eating, possessive thoughts, mentions of death, angst, yearning, lazy ending

a/n: I wrote this a while back when I had a fixation on the whole (jester x princess) trope and I thought I should post it. It’s not the best , probably some writing errors. Hope it’s not cringe and enjoy!

The bells on his cap will not cease their maddening chime.

Every step, every turn, every grotesque bow that sends that sound echoing through the grand hall, a taunt that gnaws beneath the ravenous roar of laughter. The king nearly chokes on his wine from laughing so hard. Nobles pound their jeweled hands against the banquet tables. Someone hurls a grape at him.

He caught it between his teeth, holding it up triumphantly for all to see. More laughter erupted from the crowd.

Good, For that it why he’s here.

The applause thundered in his ears as he gave an exaggerated, foolish bow. He grins so hard his cheeks ache and throws himself into another foolish spin, arms wide, bells singing mockingly with every movement. The marble floor blurs beneath him in gold and crimson streaks.

Even so, his eyes find you anyways. They always do.

You were sat beside the throne, ever so beautiful in silk the color of moonlight. Your posture remained straight, hands folded neatly, beauty calm and — damn these bells—Striking enough to make men want to write poetry. Vale could never seem to look away from you; no matter how much the bells rang in his ears, you drew his gaze every time.

and yet you look unbearably bored.. or maybe distant?

He wonders, not for the first time, if you hate these feasts as much as he does. The thought nearly makes him break into a true smile. He leapt onto the banquet table to the delight of the nobles and the king, snatching a grape from a lords plate with exaggerated stealth before tossing it into the air. Cheers erupted. Someone demanded a song, another spoke degrading words of me.

The fool, Vael, answered with another bow. Another joke. Another performance. But his eyes kept finding you, and yours never found his. It wouldn’t be the first time Vael and you met secretly in servant corridors or out in the gardens late in the evening. As he danced around, he could only think of seeing you alone as his reward for this torment.

Then the king rose from his throne. Slowly, the hall quieted. “A toast,” the king declared, lifting his goblet high. “To the prosperity of our kingdom, and to the union between my daughter and her soon to be husband.”

The paint on his face suddenly felt heavy, the jingling of his cap slowed, and his gaze returned to you once again.

This time, finally, your eyes met his. ‘You didn’t know, did you? You never asked for this. You didn’t choose him right?’

…

He couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer once it turned midnight and he was drunk. Could tell one things from the next. One minute he was still grinning through painted lips while nobles laughed into their winde, and the next, he was stalking through the palace corridors with bells snarling softly at every furious step.

you are promised to another man.

He stumbled through the hallway nearly colliding with a servant. She quickly lowered her gaze and hurried away. Smart. Even fools like him looked dangerous when they stopped smiling, and oh, a fool he was for believing you, the princess, would be his lover. His footsteps came to a stop once he saw you through the open doors of your royal chambers. Moonlight poured through the tall arched windows behind you. Silver against silk and jewels. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You looked just as breathless as he felt.

”Vael—“

“Did you know?” His words came out harsher than he intended, your expression faltered, and that was answer enough. “Vael, you know it is only you I’d truly want.” ‘Vael looked away immediately, jaw tightening as the bells near his collar gave the faintest tremble. And it ached. “I never chose this! If it were up to me, I’d choose you!” “You mustn’t say those things..”

you give a slight look of confusion. “Why?”

‘Because you do not belong to me. Because hearing you say such things makes me forget my place. Because I have loved you so long, it has become something rotten inside me.’

None of these words leave his mouth though. “You are cruel tonight.” He said instead. The large doors groaned shut behind him as he stepped further into the room. If he could no longer be with you, he would make the most of tonight. Your brows pull together slightly. “Cruel?” You repeated softly.

”you stand here looking at me as though I’m a man instead of a performance. I should leave,” Vael admitted quietly. “But I cannot. I love you too much.”

Somewhere deep inside, you ached as you stepped closer. “I have only tonight to show you how much love I’ve been harbouring for you.” She said to him. His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently. “May I?”

When you nod, his other hand rests at your waist, while he presses his lips to yours in a deep and hungry kiss. This is wrong, and he could be beheaded, but this did not stop him from pressing against you and and backing you up to the bed; the bells against his neck jingled a bit. He was almost sure you could feel the need through his foolish clothes and through your dress. His head spiraled as he heard you release a blessed sound from your lips into the kiss.

You gasped as he suddenly pushed you back on the bed. Your propped yourself up against your elbows to see what he was doing. His hands pushed up the hem of your dress, allowing it to pool at your waist. Cold hands pressed against the inside of you thighs, gently spreading them. Sinking down to his knees, he pulled down your chemise after gaining your approval. His legs shuddered at the sight.

“Dear god, did you know you look so beautiful down here?” He murmured into you, sending vibrations through your glistening clit. Without hesitation, he began kissing and licking up and down your wet slit. His eyes watched you for approval, your whining and incoherencies loudened, and instinctively, he pinched your thigh. “You mustn’t be too loud. I’m already trying to keep these bells silent.”

“How could I not? Where have you learned this?” You urged breathlessly. Your voice.. almost sounded distant like a dream. Returning to your weeping folds he placed hot open mouthed kisses before sucking gently. The doors to you chambers suddenly slowly creaked open. Almost immediately, he pushed back from you, his back his the wall. His eyes looked up to yours, mouth still slick with your wetness. You, still reeling from the ecstasy, quickly sat up trying to straighten yourself up. Your father had walked in to check on you.

Certainly, Vael was a fool. The king stepped in with a lantern. His eyes darted between you and Vael. He shakingly stood up. “Your highness, it’s not what it looks—“

“Fool, ..what have you done..?” The kings voice sounded fearful. Vael look at him confused when he felt something hard in his hand. He look down to see a bloodied knife.

Bewildered he dropped it only to look up and see the lifeless body of you.

I hope you didn’t cringe toooo much. This is just some creative writing I did last year. I’m trying to get back into the flow of things.