#and two of them are ena too like

[moonsmvlz]

guys...how do we feel about this

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

My s/i talking to Moony and they're like Idk do you Really think there's a chance that Ena likes me back? and Moony is like You're literally all she talks about

[pawsometoons]

Defaced

Soooo I got way more autistic than I should've been over these presumed ENA looking face masks from ENA Dream BBQ

Because these ALL look like faces you would see on characters similar to ENA herself. The face split between 2 different colors, the mismatched eyes, these look like faces you'd see people make in their first time making an ENA oc to put it simply (no shade to that since that's literally what I did too)

And then I started thinking way too hard. These couldn't have been just some simple face masks. These far too eerily close to the facial features of an ENA. These are faces TAKEN from ENAs!

Now you may be asking, "Paw how the FUCK did you come up with that bullshit, how did the hoarder guy even GET those if this was true?" And to that I say, 1: let me explain, and 2: the mf stole from a MORGUE OKAY???

The reason why my theory here is that these are the faces of defaced ENAs is for a multitude of reasons. For one, SO MANY PEOPLE HATE ENA. Like a ridiculous amount of the characters in the game and webseries reject ENA for being well... ENA. And it's already vaguely confirmed that other ENAs exist. And that the webseries and game ENAs are two existing ones. Time and time again, their both scrutinized and rejected because of who they are until they make attempts to get what they want, interrupted through their unstable emotions.

So ENAs are scrutinized and "unpopular everywhere" as some put it.

As for another, this is tied to another vaguely confirmed theory that ENAs turn into mannequins when they die. Like in the scene where ENA gets stuck in the lonely door and becomes a mannequin. She is faceless by that point. Giving the theory that both or either when an ENA loses their face, they die, and when an ENA dies, they lose their face. This brings up another theory. Since ENAs can still revive by taking the place of other mannequins. This being because ENA lost her face when she died. Not died by losing her face.

So when an ENA dies from their face being taken away, they become a mannequin permanently. Thus not only explains why there's so many mannequins walking and lying around. But also explains those faces.

ENAs can't revive if their faces are taken. Which takes us to the main theory. ENAs will sometimes be hunted for their faces and turned into mannequins to stop their behavior that is universally unaccepted in this world.

Oh yeah, and by "Her" ENA meant the webseries ENA. Cause I headcanon them as sisters. Yea.

[satori-runa]

—Under Terms and Service

Summary: Ena and you embark on a business based dinner date!

Tags: ooc, not proof read, romance, comedy

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Ena glanced at you. You glanced back.

"A contract?" you asked, raising a brow.

Ena nodded, her signature smile lighting up her face, charming, surreal, and just a little bit unsettling in the way only Ena could be. “Absolutely! To cover the points under the terms and service document and make sure that both sides are compensated. Someone like you, a fellow smart mind, would understand how business goes, right?” she said smoothly, holding up a piece of paper and pointing at the blank line meant for your signature.

You sighed, but you couldn’t help the amused smile tugging at your lips. “Well, I guess it's needed.” Your eyes flicked to the line of people growing outside your favorite restaurant. It was couples’ discount night—one you’d been looking forward to—but you had to find a date, even if it's fake. That's when Ena, ever the business opportunist , offered to step in as your pretend girlfriend.

All it took was a signature, and just like that, Ena was officially your partner for the night.

As you both reached the front of the line, the person at the entrance gave you a long, skeptical look. Maybe they sensed something was off. Maybe they saw right through your little charade.

But before you could even open your mouth, Ena stepped forward with theatrical flair.

“HOW DARE YOU TO ASSUME THAT I'M NOT ABSOLUTELY MADLY IN LOVE WITH THEM?!” she shouted, voice shaking with raw, chaotic emotion. “A LONELY MAGGOT LIKE YOU COULDN'T GRASP MY AFFECTION FOR MY PARTNER!”

The poor host flinched hard, eyes wide. Ena wasn’t joking, and if she was, she sold it terrifyingly well.

“I love my partner very much,” she added with a proud huff, her voice smooth like honey, “more than any paid vacation days.”

And with that, she grabbed your hand, smiling sweetly as if the outburst hadn’t just shattered the restaurant’s vibe like a thrown plate. You had no choice but to go along, blushing and trying not to laugh too hard.

Dinner was… intense.

The moment you sat down, Ena adjusted her seat like it was a throne. Her smile returned, bright and poised. “This is delightful, isn’t it? The ambiance, the lighting, perfect for a romantic evening between two… committed individuals.” She leaned forward just enough to bat her lashes at you. “And remember, any additional sides are covered under subsection 4-B of our temporary partnership clause.”

You blinked. “There’s a subsection?”

“There is now,” she grinned, sipping from her water like it was vintage wine.

The waiter approached, just barely

masking his discomfort. “And for the couple tonight, have you decided—?”

“ONLY THE MOST EXPENSIVE AND BEST OF COURSE!” Ena snapped. The waiter flinched.

You tried to intervene. “Actually, maybe something in the middle rang—”

“Silence, darling.” Ena turned her head dramatically toward you, voice low and venomously sweet. “Your opinions are valued, but we agreed, I am leading this date. Article 2, remember?” Her smile was the kind that made the hairs on your neck stand up.

But a beat later, she laughed and winked at the server. “Kidding! Just kidding. We’ll go with two of the set menus, please. Perfect for lovers, right? Because we’re so deeply in love and compatible and emotionally entangled.” Her tone dripped with sugar.

The waiter fled. Probably for his life.

You leaned in. “Are you trying to scare everyone into thinking we’re real?”

“I’m trying to win,” Ena whispered back. “There’s no prize, but I like winning anyway.”

Throughout dinner, her personalities flicked like a light switch. One moment she was feeding you a bite of bread and cooing, “Oh, open up, my sweet tax deduction~” and the next, she was glaring daggers at a passing couple. “If they look at us like that again, I smack their heads inside their soup.”

You weren’t sure if you should be afraid or impressed.

Probably both.

Midway through dessert, Ena leaned back in her seat with a satisfied hum, fingers interlocked behind her head. “This was a good idea. You get food, I get emotional dominance, and together, we get a 30% discount.”

You tried not to laugh. “So this is just business to you?”

She turned to you with a completely straight face. “Absolutely. Unless, of course…” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’ve caught feelings, haven’t you?”

You nearly choked on your drink.

Ena burst into a delighted laugh, her eyes glitching slightly in color and shape. “Relax, I’m only teasing. Probably. Maybe. Contractually, I’m not allowed to say.”

You stared at her. “...You are chaos.”

“I am your girlfriend,” she corrected with a wicked grin. “At least until the check comes.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I make a one shot request of Ena Dream BBQ, Meanie Ena x Fem Reader when Ena is jealous for Reader?

Reader can be a human that somehow got in this unique world so she tries to socialize with the other NCPs ending up getting along with many of them as she always makes new NPC friends this might make the work more easy but also a distraction as well

I hope the idea isn't too long, if you want to change something I'm totally Ok with it 👌✨️

Hope it's okay that I made these headcanons! Writing characters being jealous is always fun haha

..........

Ena isn't one to get too distracted from her job.

Although ever since you two began your mission in the Lonely Door, she noticed something.

It was happening a lot more frequently--something that, with each instance of it occurring, gave her Meanie side feelings of unpleasantness.

It became hard to stay focused. Even her Salesperson side had trouble acting like nothing was amiss and maintaining her charm.

The problem? It's that 99.5% of the people you've met so far were more eager to speak to you rather than her.

At first you didn't see any issues with this (not that your girlfriend gave you any signs that there are to begin with).

Despite being a human, and therefore being an anomaly in all of their eyes, somehow they are more comfortable conversing with you.

You figured that since you're stuck here, you might as well socialize with whoever you meet--and since language barriers didn't exist in this world, you had no troubles or miscommunications.

Ena said something about how maintaining connections was essential to completing your job, so you didn't see anything wrong with talking to a few clients so casually, especially as it helped you get the work done faster and line more chocolates into your pockets.

You made friends out of strangers fast, all of them wanting to know more about your human culture, and you'd share little stories here and there.

Salesperson Ena didn't mind this so much, although she'd lose her typical sales pitch tone and feel a little disheartened if she got ignored. But anytime you asked her if she was alright, she'd perk right back up.

Meanie Ena, on the other hand...wasn't one to express any emotion that wasn't anger, sarcasm, or strictness. But for a while she stayed unusually quiet, so you had no idea.

Or at least until the moment a client outright dismissed her, pretending she's not there when she's trying to conduct serious business.

"We will do our utmost to assist you, valued customer! Could you direct us to where we may perchance find-?"

"Quiet! Can't you see I'm talking to [y/n] here??" They snap, scowling at her deeply, before turning to you with a smile. "Oh, do tell me that story again. I haven't had a laugh like that in eons!"

"Haha, well..I believe I've spoken about it two...three times now? And besides, I have a good idea about where to go. So whenever you're ready.....Ena?" You turned back to her, only to see that she froze up.

She was stuck in an odd pose, geometric fingers twitching, mouth agape in shock with static white noise filling her eyes.

Of course, you knew that she wasn't exactly...a stable entity. She'd have sporadic movements here and there or do something incredibly insane and act like it's totally normal--or you'd have to deal with Meanie yelling out of nowhere.

But this was new. And rightfully alarming.

A snap of your fingers is all it takes to "reboot" her, in a sense, but that's when you see her paler half's scowl.

Deep down, those unpleasant feelings have finally clawed their way to the surface--and like a volcano, her emotions explode in the face of the customer. As though they called your services a scam and prayed to the Genies themselves that you got fired.

"Your business is no longer welcomed! We're terminating this stupid contract--EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!! Have a horrible, no good, very bad day, jerkface!!" She grabs your arm unexpectedly and drags you off, bringing you somewhere out in the desert, away from all the people you could possibly interact with.

"Ena! What the hell was that all about?" You dust yourself off, looking annoyed. "We just lost out on a good deal-"

"Screw that!! We have deadlines! Deadlines that were, and deadlines that have yet to exist!! But you're just LAZYING around! Cozying up to these ungrateful shits!! We can't get distracted when we're trying to find the Gen--bathr000-oom." She paces around, trying to keep her head from literally spinning out of control.

"....I thought you said having a friendly demeanor was great for boosting our services." You frown. "Unless...you think I'm being too friendly with them?"

"......that's...irrelevant.." She mutters, but this time she doesn't sound so sure of herself.

Judging from the way she hugged her torso and glanced away from you, you had a feeling something else was going on.

And just like that, it suddenly clicks in your mind.

"Wait. Ena, are you....jealous that they're talking to me more?"

She says nothing, although her small huff gave you the answer you needed.

Well, it made perfect sense. She's had quite a negative reputation--one so bad that people acted rude and were more than okay with ignoring her presence--yet she didn't wanna elaborate on why that is.

But you loved her regardless of what others think. She was the one who showed you this wacky world and all it could do, doing everything in her power to make sure you felt welcomed here, and you've put your trust in her.

And you trust that in due time, she'll be comfortable enough to explain everything.

For now, business calls...but apparently she was battling a distraction of her own, one that you are now aware of.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me that sooner, honey?" Pouting, you pat her humanlike shoulder. "I'm sorry. I would've eased up and kept things strictly professional had I known. I didn't mean to make you feel ignored."

"It's...It's fine. I-I got carried away, too...so it's not all on you." She mumbled, fidgeting with her hat. "'m not gonna stop you from making friends.."

You've never seen Meanie so quiet and flustered before--this was a rarity.

And in all honesty, it was quite cute, but you didn't wanna say that out loud-

"Cute?!! Did you just....I'm not...!!!"

You blink, having forgotten that sometimes she could hear your thoughts. Yet you weren't ashamed. "Hey, I stand by what I said--erm..thought. It's cute how jealous you easily get. But I feel really bad, still. So....lemme make it up to you." You kiss her paler side, watching as she glitched out a little, her scowl faltering into a look of shock.

Luckily she didn't have a total system crash.

That's right...she was also getting used to this whole "affection" scene.

"Am I absolved?"

Her reply is a very glitchy and distorted "yes".

Froggy called a few moments later, but you picked up the phone instead as she was still simmering in her embarrassment.

"How's the mission coming along? This smoke is clogging my eeaaaaars..."

"I know it sucks, but we're making good progress."

"That's a relief. But where's Ena?? She should be picking up!!"

"She's fine." You glanced back at Ena, who was now sitting on the ground, her Meanie side staring down at the list of tasks--only to hide her face behind the paper when she caught you staring.

But you just shake your head in amusement. "We're just...taking a short break."

"Eh?? I can sense you smiling. What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."

[oddballwriter]

if its alright, could i request some jealous ena? do you think both sides of her would handle jealousy differently?

Jealous Dream BBQ ENA headcanons

Warnings: our lovely polygon wife struggling with big feelings of jealousy and a bit of self doubt if you squint, Meanie getting into fights, the big sad but then comfort. If I missed anything please feel free to tell me.

Author’s Snip: yay more of our BBQ babygirl

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Oh, for sure she feels some sort of way.

People are literally so rude. You know? They were already rude and mean to ENA already but ever since you two became public about dating, it’s like there’s a whole new thing for them to tease and bully ENA about. Some people will just straight up flirt with you right in front of her like she’s not standing right next to you and talking to them.

Not to mention that people probably say stuff about your relationship to her right to her face about how she’s just a rebound or something. Someone said to her, “You know they’re just dating you because their ex got the big ring and they wanted to make them jealous, right? I heard all about it.”. Or that you felt so bad for her that you started dating her out of pity and will earn to heart to break up eventually. It’s awful.

And it really gets to her head sometimes. She knows deep down that it’s not true. You love her. You tell her so and show it in your own way. And you wouldn’t lie to her. She knows that you love her with all your heart and will be by her side despite what everyone says about her and the reputation that you may get when people find out you’re with her. You’re hers and she’s yours.

But again, sometimes it just gets to her

Her salesperson side is a little more subtle about it, but you can feel it a bit when she puts an emphasis on “my faithful partner in the market of love and affection” (her side’s way of saying you’re her s/o) and how her mitten of a hand takes yours when she notices the person you two are talking to seemingly eyeing you up.

It’s a bit awkward because that hand doesn’t have fingers, so it just kind of cups your hand, but you know that that’s her substitute for intertwining her fingers with yours on that hand and you subconsciously follow suit and hold her hand too

And even if someone does make a pass at you, she intervenes by stating “I’m afraid that we are derailing from the subject matter of our brief meeting.” and ignores the glare they give her or grins back at them letting them know that she knows damn well what they’re trying

Her meanie side… is not so subtle or polite. To put it mildly

She cuts straight to the point and straight through the bullshit like she always does and calls them out

“Hey, pal! Keep your eyes off! That’s my lucky score! Get your own at the bottom of the bargain bin!”

She’s willing to through hands and mittens with anyone and anything. She knows how to fight. She looks like that clawed hand can give a good scratch and the mitten can give a good sucker punch. The megaphone can be used for more than just yelling into it.

No fr though she’d fight someone for you and probably has or almost has if it weren’t for you holding her back. Though she has just popped her arms off and tried to fight by kicking before.

…

…

She got her ass beat but she swears to this very day that she did more damage to the other guy

She does also repeat and reinstate the fact that you’re hers to you.

IE “You’re MY little heart pest!”

She never gets too mad at you though. She just gets very passionate about you and making sure that you let her know that you’re hers and that you have no interest in how the other person was acting towards you. But in never gets to anything actually harsh or abusive, and you know that.

That’s just how she talks and is. That’s literally the whole main component of that side of her.

But in terms of warding people off, she has a very “bark and maybe even bite” approach

After these cases, her salesperson side comes in and apologizes. Mainly to you though. She’ll give the person the most customer service ass apologies as she walks away with you, but with you she’ll have a more heartfelt one about “acting unprofessional and hostile in front of such a respected and valued person of my personal interest”

ENA will never really talk about her feelings of jealousy to you as to not bother or burden you with it even if you’re offering to listen to her and help her feel relieved of them if you can tell that somethings weighing her down.

Her salesperson side denies it entirely and her meanie said calls it stupid and idiotic. It’s honestly like pulling teeth

But you honest to GØD have some sort of spell over her that makes her give in after a few good tries and a private enough area away from prying eyes

It’s always her pale side that talks during there’s moments, which makes sense. You love the salesperson side and all the good joy and positivity it brings. But you know that this side of her feels all the intense things.

She’s not yelling, throwing insults, or sarcastic anymore. Her voice is much quieter, almost soft and fragile. Almost like she’s about to cry. And she hangs her head like it’s too heavy for the pull of her body to hold it up properly.

She doesn’t say much. She just asks “You do like me, right? They’re all lying to me again, right?”

You don’t really have to say much either. No big flowery and loud profession of love and devotion. You just need to have her look at you and tell her that you do love her and that everyone else can go eat smoke. She’ll know that you mean it just by the look in your eyes. She knows you just as much as you know her and can tell when you’re lying. And the fact that she knows and feels deep down inside that you’re telling the truth makes her feel better.

After that she goes back to her regular self, either meanie says some thing about “gross softie feelings” or her salesperson side comes back in and displays that big ol grin that you love so much

People can get to her. But you basically live inside of the coding of her heart and soul

[rekino2114]

Can you do ENA with prompt 14

Cause i feel like moony would bê The one tô put Ena and Reader together that would bê funny

Moony trying to set up you and ena

Pairing:ena x gn reader

"Dude.....just admit it"

"Admit what my dear friend moony?"

"That you like y/n"

"But of course I do, they are one of my dearest companions"

"......no....I mean like like them"

"What are you implying?"

"I mean you love them"

"Love? You mean that i-"

Ena suddenly glitched and turned bright pink with hearts forming in her eyes

"I want to kiss all over their body and give them so many hugs until we fall asleep in each other arms while whispering declaration of our love"

".........yeah......that"

"Well then you would be correct my dear fellow"

"....for real?"

"Indeed, my adoration for them goes beyond simple friendship and into the realm of what you might call love"

".....then why don't you tell them?"

"W-well-"

She started glitching again this time turning into her classic sad form

"T-they'd never want to date someone like meeeeeeee"

She continued sobbing as moony rolled her eyes at the scene

"I'm so howwible and ugly ans stupid, they deserve way bett-"

"Stop whining already, you're pissing me off!"

"I-i-i'm so sowwwwwyyyy"

"I told you to stop whining! I'm sure y/n is into you too"

"Y-you think so?"

"Yeah, they blush whenever they touch your hand or you bump into each other, they are lovesick too.....ok maybe a little less than you"

"Y-you......y-you"

Ena turned into another one of her forms, this time a bright red one with demon horns and fire in her eyes

"Shut up! Stop giving me hope like that!"

"What? Why?"

"Cause if they don't like me and I confess then I'll look like a fucking idiot and y/n wouldn't want to hang out with me EVER AGAIN!"

"That's.......a bit dramatic"

"YOU'RE DRAMATIC!"

"Just chill out firecracker, I'm sure they like you too"

"Why would I listen to you? Now go away before I punch you"

"Alright calm down, I hate when you're angry"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Nothing"

The moon floated away from her friend and continued flying away for a while until she spotted you, so she smirked and decided to approach you

"Oh hey moony how's ena?"

"Makes sense you ask about her"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're soooooo in love with her"

"W-what?"

"Dude, you can't go 5 minutes around her without blushing and stuttering, I'm surprised you didn't faint yet"

"Fine, fine, ok I love her, what about it?"

"Just wanted to let you know that she said that you could never date her become she's so horrible and ugly and-"

"What? That couldn't be farther from the truth"

"Oh really?"

"Of course not, she's amazing and so pretty and I love all of her personalities and forms and I couldn't imagine........."

You stopped talking when you noticed that a pair of arms had hugged you from behind

"Uh uh, keep going"

".....you did not just-"

The hug got tighter and you turned around to see ena in her lovesick form

"Y/n my dear, is what you said true?"

".....yes"

"Oh heavens, this is a glorious day, I think you're amazing and beautiful too and I love every single little part of you"

"S-so you mean, you wanna be with me....r-romantically?"

"Of course, what else could this mean? Do you accept?"

"Yeah, I'd love to, I love you too ena"

"Splendid"

Without warning, ena got closer to you and kissed your lips. You reciprocated and the kiss went on for a few seconds

"Ew! Do this in private sickos"

"Speaking of, moony did you just set us up?"

"I must agree, you most likely knew I'd follow you, so you decided to make y/n confess their feelings in front of me"

"I-It's not like I did it for you, I was just tired of seeing you two pine for each other and act all mopey"

"Oh my dear friend, I have no idea how I could possibly thank you for this opportunity"

"Yeah, thanks moony, didn't know you could be this nice"

"I told you I didn't do it to be nice-"

"Oh I know, we should have a group hug"

"Wait what? Heck no-"

"Too late, group hug!"

You and ena wrapped the floating moon in your arms making her unable to do anything but sigh while you and your new girlfriend giggled at her

[lylacynth13]

Au where Kanade’s parents are fine and okay but she makes music online for funsies and forms nightcord anyways (her parents are fine with it after they have a lengthy conversation on internet safety) and Nightcord’s music probably ends up having a different tone. Like happy bg music deep lyrics sorta. Think like kyu kurarin or something

anyways I’m getting into it now the rest of Nightcord still have their issues(tm) and instead of feeling guilty over her dad Kanade instead feels guilty over like. Being happy and having a good life. So she keeps her own life guarded while helping the other nightcord members with theirs so much so to the point where eventually Mizuki goes “hey guys has Kanade ever like. Talked about herself ever without one of us prompting her” and the call goes silent.

Kanade winds up spending most of her time worrying over the other nightcord members and making sure they’re okay and starts slipping into the habits of canon Kanade. Her parents obviously notice this but she gives vague answers and responses whenever they ask. She goes to school and checks nightcord whenever she can and she comes home and goes straight to composing.

When Mafuyu runs away to Kanade’s house her parents welcome her with open arms and Mafuyu realizes just how much of Kanade’s life she doesn’t know. She hears stories of Kanade and when she comments on one seeming out of character her parents look at each other sort of confused and go “no that’s normal for Kanade”

mizu5 happens and Kanade is STRESSED OUT about the same levels as Ena. Mafuyu is the one that has to comfort the two of them which is unfamiliar on several levels. After ena5 Kanade is like constantly checking on Mizuki and she’s trying to balance that with making sure Mafuyu’s okay too

kana5 is the stress of making sure everyone’s okay finally getting to her and her having a panic attack mid call or something. Her parents and Mafuyu intervene and are like “you know you’re not personally responsible for the well being of everyone around you right” and Kanade doesn’t know how to process that cause she feels like she has to make up for not being able to fully understand her friends’ suffering

Kanade when no matter the universe she’s under the belief that she has to justify or earn her happiness

[butterfly-ribbon]

still in disbelief about how mizu5 genuinely captures the subtleties of transmisogyny so accurately like nothing else i've seen before especially with the nuances with which mizuki's story is told … all it takes is a single sentence, a few words … i love that the classmates saying that shit don't even … realize how cruel they are, bc that's how it /is/ and bc "oh no, we said something weird to a Normal Girl, that makes us look bad" - transmisogyny is just a punchline to a joke for them, that's how detached they are from their own cruelty and it's really not any different from the 'average' misogyny and how that tends to be a joke amongst boys. what ena ended up being exposed to is really just the classmates' 'boy's locker room talk' leaking out, so to speak? ena's probably heard jokes from people about how unfeminine her behavior is in the past and she quickly spits out "that's not funny" bc ena and mizuki are both "pretty girls" who like fashion and dolling themselves up, and hearing them talk about how mizuki's cute in this way … i'm sure it reminds her of her own experiences with being an 'influencer' - people like her when she shuts up and makes herself cute and appealing and ena must've absolutely received her fair share of comments and messages from weirdos for posting selfies of herself online, but i think what drives this home to me as such a fantastic narrative is the way that they call mizuki "attractive as long as she's not making any trouble and being a pain" bc it really speaks to how trans girls are objectified and only deemed 'acceptable' as long as they make themselves into limpless dolls who are acceptable targets for any form of abuse and misogyny instead of trying to claim their own subjectivity as women, so there's so much crossover in how mizuki's experiences work alongside ena's? but also mizuki faces so much more constant and direct criticism, all her actions and choices so closely under scrutiny.

mizuki loves and appreciates the attention of girls and when she first met ena she saw herself in the art that ena made - ena draws a girl in pain and mizuki goes "she's me". in the scene where mizuki gets outed, ena is speechless not bc she thinks mizuki is "gross" or bc she's mad mizuki "tricked" her? she's just horrified that she just got degendered /by association/ and then had to listen to these boys speak about the girl she's in love with in this /aggressively/ violent way, especially since mizuki has a meltdown, knowing, apologizing for hurting, even as ena would absolutely say "no, i'm sorry, im sorry, please don't hate vourself" bc mizuki feels like she's the one at fault for feeling like ena would assume the worst of her, but mizuki also feels like she doesn't have the right to be angry at people … this is the first time we get to see mizuki's rage and it's so palpable … i love so much that she hates the idea of niigo's kindness being born out of her 'abnormality' as a trans girl … she hates everything about this. she hates the idea of coming out, she hates the idea of having a question attached to her girlhood..

mizuki logically knows that niigo are going to accept her bc they've also gone through so much turmoil themselves and understand what it's like to be on the fringes of society, but she still can't shake off all those intrusive thoughts about how they might only accept her out of pity or consideration bc they feel too bad for her rather than a genuine understanding and the idea that things might change between them bc of that is too terrifying to embrace… such patronizing 'kindness' burns too much for mizuki to accept, so she'd rather run away and shut herself out completely… for mizuki it's like being stuck on a bridge where the only two ways out are ones where nothing changes and this hurts in its own way bc she can't tell how much of it would be genuine and how much would be an act and the other way is them /trying too hard/ to be considerate and this can easily become alienating bc mizuki truly just wants to be "one of the girls" in the most natural sense? she doesn't want to be made to feel like she's being accommodated, but there's also all the guilt that she's been internalizing for being "deceptive" and not saying the truth sooner that further complicates things and makes her feel like she's undeserving of any kindness that she may be offered… even though she genuinely was going to tell ena the truth herself, it doesn't matter anymore bc someone else told her before she even got the chance to do so herself and that's something she actually wished would happen in the past, so is there anyone to blame but herself? mizuki's entire thing is that until now she's been "writing" a fictionalized cis girl version of herself when she's with niigo and obscuring her own transness bc she doesn't want to be treated as an Other or have an asterisk attached to her girlhood bc she just wants to be treated as one of them instead of having to explain herself or prove anything but she has her facade violently stripped away from her in the most traumatic way imaginable and now she's entrapped within dysphoria induced suicidal ideation...

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 200 }

tender love and care.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

because you were labeled as sylus’s woman while here at the n109 zone, you were given several special privileges that made you just as powerful (if not, than more so) as sylus solely because you had such a man wrapped around your fingers.

you recall the date that marked your three month anniversary with him, where sylus gifted you a ruby, teardrop necklace with a matching ring as he told you the significance of his gift immediately,

“each time you walk out to explore the city and head out to work when i’m not around, these rubies will be a reminder to others that you are mine. that you’re under my constant protection, and should anyone dare to disturb your life, i’ll be there to teach them a lesson they shall never forget.”

even the memory of the passion in his voice, coupled along with the way he playfully bites down on your ring finger was enough to make you shiver in response.

the fact that you held his heart within the palm of your very hands filled you with a sense of unbidden joy, where you wanted to do nothing more than to litter his face with gentle butterfly kisses and shower him with the type of unconditional love he had been missing from his entire life.

and you had been with him ever since, never once regretting your decision to remain by his side.

currently, due to certain circumstances at work where several people had called out sick, you were forced to work a double shift. you did your best to cover for your missing coworkers as your supervisor gave you a grateful expression. once your shift ended later that evening, he allows you to take the rest of the week off as a thank you for all your hard work. despite the exhaustion you felt, you couldn’t ignore the undeniable happiness that courses through your veins.

as you step out of your workplace, you were immediately greeted by sylus. he was parked directly in front of your workplace building while leaning against his motorcycle. a grumpy expression was seen on his face, painting his handsome features in a scowl as the sight of it all made you giggle in response. all too eager to see him, you stop directly in front of him and allow his arms to automatically encircle around your form.

“i should kill that boss of yours for making you take over.” he growls into your ear, clearly upset. you tighten your arms around him in hopes of calming him down when you admit to him, “hey, there’s no need to be so grumpy. in fact, my boss was kind enough to give me the rest of the week off thanks to my hard work.”

upon hearing your words, sylus visibly relaxes, pressing a kiss against your lips before tossing you your helmet. it was specially designed in your favorite color, and you couldn’t help but smile at it for a moment as you held your helmet within your hands. sylus ends up donning his helmet first before getting on his bike, turning back to narrow his eyes at you, silently gesturing at you to get on.

with a playful roll of your eyes, you wear your helmet and get on behind sylus, wrapping your arms around his front. he places his hands over your folded arms, giving it a brief squeeze before revving up the bike and making its descent out into the city. knowing that he chose to take the scenic route back home, you take a moment to admire how brightly the city lights shone like gemstones beneath the moonlight. giggles were heard escaping from your parted lips, and oddly enough, sylus was able to hear the sounds of your laughter as he briefly gives your arm another squeeze with one hand before navigating expertly across the streets.

quite some time passes before you and sylus return to your shared penthouse apartment. he parks in his usual spot before taking off his and your respective helmets, holding them both in one hand while interlocking his fingertips with yours in the other. despite how you had been with him for close to two years now, your feelings never once went stale for him. you were just as in love and enamored with him as the first day, the day when you had just met him.

while riding the elevator with him to the top floor, you cuddled your body closer to his shoulder, earning a knowing smirk from him as he gives your hands a gentle squeeze in response. when you both finally reach the top floor, you watch sylus as he takes long strides toward the penthouse all while unlocking it with his key.

the moment you enter your shared home. you were immediately hit with the mouth watering scent of your favorite takeout, seeing it all spread out on the coffee table. you were so happy to enjoy all of your favorite foods with sylus that you couldn’t help but lean in to give him a chaste kiss.

“you’re spoiling me, my grumpy crow.” you tell him while framing at his face.

he scoffs before taking your hand, gently biting down against it with his crimson eyes twinkling with mischief and love for you, “anything for you, darling.”

sylus gestures at you to enjoy the meal first, moving to the side to place his keys on the counter along with storing your helmets. with your stomach growling, you take a box and dig in with your fork while settled on the couch, moaning at how delicious everything tasted. a few minutes later, sylus returns back to you with his arms crossed, clearly amused at the way you kept stuffing your face.

“how cute.” he hums before catching you off guard, choosing to pick you up from the couch as he settles you on his lap. your cheeks were felt heating up in response, yet still, you were comfortable enough to cuddle yourself even closer to his chest while continuing to eat.

you both enjoyed the rest of your late dinner, with you spoiling sylus by feeding him bites of your food and vice versa with him as well. by the time you finished your meal, you felt so full that you could barely move, choosing to land against him when sylus places the empty boxes and utensils on the table.

“what’s this? has my princess had her fill?” you cough at how suggestive he sounded, hiding your face within his shoulder as you playfully bit down against it. a low groan was heard coming from him, and you let out a soft, victorious laugh while telling him, “sy, i’m too tired and full to move… can you carry me?”

he feigns annoyance with a huff of your name, but doesn’t deny you of your wishes (he never could deny you). with a grunt, he stands back to his full height while carrying you in his arms, bridal style. you end up giggling profusely at the sensation, burying your head within his shoulder as he leads you to your shared bedroom and opens the door to the master bathroom.

setting you against the counter, sylus helps with taking off your clothes, leaving you bare for him as he does the same. you were given a moment to admire his delicious body, eyes tracing at the muscles that decorate the entirety of his godlike body. he sees your hungry stare and smirks before taking you in his arms once more. he begins to hum an unfamiliar turn, but you bask in this uncharacteristic softness exuding from the leader of onychinus (a side he only saves for you).

while keeping you in his embrace, he fills his luxurious, porcelain tub with warm water, adding your favorite scented bubbles within it before entering it with you. with his back settled against the tub, your own back was pressed against the front of his chest. you let out a soft moan upon feeling the hot waters surrounding you. the sensation of it coupled with the way sylus’s large hands began massaging at your shoulders was enough to make you practically melt against him.

you were dimly aware of his rich chuckles against your ear, dozing off against his gorgeous body. sylus works on washing your form while lathering your hair with shampoo, the sensation of it all earning a series of soft purrs from you.

“heh, is my kitten satisfied?”

you merely let out a hum in response, moving your head to the side as you allowed sylus to give the newly revealed skin of your neck a series of reverent kisses. once he was satisfied with cleaning you, rinsing your body free of any soap suds, he gets out of the bathtub while still holding you within his embrace.

never once does he leave your side. from drying your body with a plush towel, to helping you get into your sleeping clothes, sylus takes spoiling you with care to the next level. and by the time he reaches your shared bedroom while placing you in bed, you were already half asleep.

as you lay beneath the covers, body curled as you remained cuddled to him, sylus takes a moment to admire you. his long fingertips were felt brushing through your damp hair as he manages to capture a wet strand within his grasp, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against it.

“i bet you have no idea what you do to me…” his gruff whisper was directed toward you, but it was clear that you were so deep in your slumber that you didn’t hear him. with a huff of your name, sylus reaches over his nightstand to pull out a tiny, velvet box. upon opening it, it would be revealed to contain your dream engagement ring.

as his gaze focuses on you, he takes a hold of your left hand with a hum, sliding the ring against your left ring finger before admiring it. a smirk paints his handsome expression when he leans closer to press a kiss against your ring.

“once you awaken… then you’ll know that my promises of forever has always been true and not simply a play on words. i hope you’re prepared to be mine, my darling love.”

and despite how you were in a deep sleep, sylus could have sworn he saw you smiling in response to his fervent promises of forever.

a.n. - don’t mind me, this is just a self indulgent mess that i need in my life. i love sylus so much;;; i need him so badly 😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[jjwolves]

Hello! Could you write something about human! reader falling asleep on ENA during a ride home. Like the both of them are done with a job but the only way back is on some sort of transport that will definitely take a while to get back home. And after all that job work the reader is a eepy sleepy since they are not built the same as ENA, literally. Gimme that cute shit between the two!

Thank you for your time!

SLEEPYHEAD · · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

What: A Story About ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~900 words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

“I sense a business opportunity… this way!” ENA shouted as she grabbed your hand. You ran with her through the brush of Judgement Slope, which was less like plants and more like the twitching legs of massive insects buried upside down. It smelled like hand sanitizer. It didn’t matter to ENA, though—her client, a masked man with a scorpion’s tail, wasn’t far off and she held his trophy in a raised crimson mitt. You tripped and wiped out like your hand was tied to the bumper of a speeding car.

“Oh dear! Are you alright!? It seems your market value crashed.” ENA took a moment to slow her roll and help you up with an offered hand. Once you were on your feet again, clothes covered in reddish stains from the fall, ENA immediately shouted, “Watch where you’re stepping next time, moron! One two one two!” and began dragging you along once again with a possessive claw and a recursive march.

A few hours afterwards, you and ENA were jumping across the tops of wrecked cars and scaling the occasional crane to get to the top of the Kali Yuga Elevator. By the time you climbed the third ladder, you could only see clouds and a subtle curvature to the world. Large checkered bands ran across the sky like the ribcage of a dead titan, with balls of lightning crawling along their length. The effect was dizzying, and you held your arms out to resist the oncoming vertigo of such a dwarfing sight. Magnificent, if you hadn’t lost one of your shoes on the way here. You weren’t going to fall, but ENA’s white claw gripped and slightly pricked your shoulder.

”You’re missing a shoe. Are you kidding me?! How did you even manage—look, whatever, just take one of mine.” You respectfully declined as ENA tried to peel her one military boot off of her leg. There wasn’t much ground to cover before ENA could let the masked man’s jellyfish blower take care of the distance separating you from the skybridge, anyway; the shoe wouldn’t matter if you were flying inside of a jellyfish.

Your legs shook, one shoeless, as ENA piled another box of miscellaneous, abstract instruments onto your arms. She tapped her chin with a pencil and scrutinized a notepad. An inkling of frustration creeping into your voice, you asked why she needed four boxes of metal alien instruments. Her red side answered, “Hmm… the next client on our list appreciates naught but a good musical number which will remind him of his home planet. We can use these to close a deal with him, and cross him off of our list.” You sighed. ENA’s white side kicked in. “Crossing people off of our list is a good thing. Did you forget already?!” You were just glad the train was going to be here soon.

Hopping on, you set the musical instruments on the train’s floor as the walls pulsed red behind iron bars. Everything was getting blurry. You wanted to hang on so that ENA would have someone to talk to on the way there, but the day had drawn too much from you. You settled into maze-dreams of how much you loved the polygonal girl.

On the outside, ENA stopped jabbering about pitches and deals and managers once she realized that you were fast asleep, your head drifting onto her shoulder. “Seriously? You choose NOW of all times to hibernate?” No response except a bump in the train. She sighed and looked you up and down, taking in the stained clothes, crazy hair and missing shoe. She felt like she should be yelling, but something allowed her to keep her voice down. “I’m sorry I ran you so freaking hard today. This stupid job feels like it never ends. I put you through so much bullshit, don’t I?.” A ray of light from an electric ball passed through the train at eye level. ENA took her hat off and placed it onto your head, pulling it down so the visor would keep it out of your eyes. “I promise that one day we’ll leave this stupid world together. I’ll get us a house and I’ll make you break your fast and I’ll wear those money pants I heard of and we’ll have every other moronic thing we talk about. Sounds pretty freaking perfect, right?” She leans her head against yours and takes your warm, soft hand into her cold, sharp one.

Somewhere in the maze of dream, you’re sitting at the table with ENA laughing, her warm, soft hands in yours. You’re eating some sort of golden meat for breakfast. She’s wearing pants made out of shiny coins. The sun shines vibrant and bright flowers bloom in straight, geometric lines outside of the stained window. ENA looks vibrant as well. Soft warm hands. You give each other the world. You begin to wake and you think you stirred from a prophecy. It’s a shame you don’t remember it.

A/N: A lot of Meanie in this one. MENA if you will. We're making our way through the requests one at a time, gettin' stuff done. I'm glad so many people enjoy my writing, gosh! I've never had so many notes nor requests for stuff. I'm happy so many people get so much out of the stuff I write. Oops, sorry, the ironic mask slipped off. Putting it back on. Aah, much better. Honk honk.

[arolesbianism]

It's soooo gnarly how much Akito and Ena care abt each other they should explode actually

[melanchoire]

this idea came to me thanks to this post that i saw a couple of months ago + i’ve seen so many yujin drabbles from my oomfie ena that i’m slowly becoming a g!p yujin enthusiast (don’t worry wonyo i love your cock too 🙏🏻 missing step sis wony sooo maybe she’ll be back soon)

cw g!p (nobody’s surprised...) dom yujin because i love it when she’s cruel,, brat taming??, daddy kink, deep throat, hair pulling, humiliation.

i know you all love the concept of g!p jock yujin and the reader who is yujin’s fixed point where she fixes her eyes and becomes a headache because when she is around you she only has eyes for you and forgets her nature as a player because she easily turns into a lovesick puppy when it comes to you but what if i propose reversing those roles… g!p nerd yuj and jock reader

your thing with yujin is something that everyone knows; since one day like any other when you were walking through school with your friends and you noticed that pathetic loser who wears funny thick frame glasses and hoodies walking through the halls and shyly looking at a couple of girls, you knew she would be your new obsession. it was always fun to say something to tease yujin as you walked past her or dare to say something provocative to her, loving how her eyes would widen in surprise and how she would hug her books to her chest and take a few steps back when you approached her to provoke her more because you loved getting reactions from her

and everyone would think that you are the one who commands in the relationship and dominates yujin in bed, but they were wrong! from the outside it could be seen that you were an annoying girlfriend who loved to provoke her girlfriend who behaved like a pathetic virgin who had never had anything with a woman in her life, but surprise here that g!p yujin is not a virgin loser!

when you are alone with her, yujin can’t even wait a moment because in a second she bends you over the nearest surface to fuck you from behind. it doesn't matter if it’s the bed in her room where she loves to fuck you until the bed creaks and the headboard hits the wall, or the couch where she usually makes you lie down with your face buried in the cushions whenever you two are watching a movie but she can’t even spend half an hour with her cock out of your pussy and ends up making you lie down with your face down and ass up to fuck you while she forces you to continue watching the movie, or even fuck you against the door when you two get back home because she is so impatient that she doesn’t feel like wasting time walking to the bedroom

yujin still remembers the first times you two fucked and you always fought to take her cock, instantly closing your legs as she just inserts the head of her cock inside your hole, sobbing and begging her to please pull out because you felt like you weren't ready to take her completely yet, but yujin is so good that she ignored your pleas and chose to educate you, placing her hands on your thighs and pushing them against the mattress to open your legs, burying her cock completely with a single thrust of your hips and enjoying how you weren’t giving up yet just for her

ughhh she loves ordering you to your knees, impatiently moving in your place and looking up at her with big eyes as she begins to remove her belt and unzip her jeans… she wants to act tough and whatever but she can’t hide the grin that forms on her lips when she sees how your eyes shine and you lick your lower lip when she frees her cock from her boxers 😵‍💫 grabbing her length with one hand, hitting the tip against your lips and saying something like “open wide for daddy.” and she hums in approval as you open your mouth so she can fuck your face until you’re just a mess of spit and tears, and that's how things end! there is nothing yujin loves more than having her beloved girlfriend sucking her cock, being able to tie your hair in a tight ponytail and moving your head to the rhythm she wants

another thing worth mentioning: yujin loves it every time she pins you to the bed, no matter if it’s missionary or doggy style, and all thanks to her loving how much more fragile and vulnerable your tiny body looks beneath her… yes, you’re an athlete and you keep fit thanks to your afternoon workouts and years of being part of the school team, but few people know that yujin is the person you go to the gym with in the afternoons to strengthen your physical condition and stay in good shape. yujinnie is a nerd who spends half the day locked in her room playing video games and watching mega freaky science fiction movies, but that doesn’t mean she is not hot! haven’t you seen her broad shoulders? they look so much better when your legs are resting on them when she is giving you front shots <3 yujin practically begs you to dig your nails into her shoulders and scratch her biceps and back because the next day her ego is fueled by her looking in the mirror after the shower and notice the marks you left on her skin just because you’re a cockslut who acts cool on the court but is a whore when it comes to her

and she always comes to see you at all your games! waving happily from the stands when you find her in the middle of the game and stop playing for a moment to shake your hand and give her a sweet smile <3 her congratulating you after your game, your friends and teammates cheering you on because in that game you seemed really focused on winning and making as many shots as possible, without them knowing that yujin promised you a very good fuck if you won the match for her

yujin fucking you in her car after your successful match 😵‍💫 she loves it when you ride her and you love being on top to make sure you please her, but you’re so exhausted and your body is so sore that yujin assures you that she will be the one taking care of you today, and she is! yujin bending you over in the backseat of her car, making you lie face down against the soft car seats while she holds your ass up to make sure she gives you the backshots you so deserve for being a star player <3 know that yujin loves to dig her fingers into your hips to bury her nails in your flesh and leave her marks or even placing her hands on your shoulders so she can take charge of burying her cock deep in your pussy and at the same time pushing you back to make you meet her thrusts, but every time you wear your jersey yujin can’t help but grab you by the back of your shirt and use it as leverage to fuck you because seeing your last name and representative number sewn on the back of the sports jersey reminds her that she is the one who is fucking the famous “player jock” who everyone sees as a womanizer but is nothing more than a pillow princess when it comes to her girlfriend :( yujin doesn’t understand how people can have you as a cool, popular girl when you turn into mush every time you’re alone with her and it’s worse when it comes to her cock — and this makes me think of yujinnie + anal because she is extremely whipped when it comes to your ass for some reason! leaning down to press her chest against your back, planting a kiss on your shoulder and asking “does it feel good?” when she knows you can’t think coherently because of the way she is fucking your ass and simultaneously rubbing your clit in perfect rhythm

but other times there are times when she also punishes 😣 maybe you acted so bratty today that even your friends thought your attitude was unbearable and or you were in a mood where even you couldn’t stand yourself, ad yujin’s way of solving things? refusing to fuck you 💕 while pretending to be tired, saying that she is stressed because she has been studying too much for exams lately and that she doesn’t have enough energy to do anything, basically telling you that if you want to fuck you have to be the one on top, but ohhh what a coincidence that she chooses to use that excuse the day you come back from your practice exhausted and a sweaty mess when you were just looking for your girlfriend to help you relax for a while 🥺 yujinnie enjoying how your arms surround her neck and you’re practically lying on her chest, riding her at the most disordered rhythm and nothing constant, burying your face in the crook of her neck and panting like a dog, trying to give it your all but your legs hurt so much from practicing that you don’t know how you haven’t gotten a cramp in the middle of all this... and yujin doesn’t falter! not even when you give her puppy dog eyes and beg her that you need help but she just puts her hands on your hips to guide your movements, earning a broken moan from you and a “i need you to fuck me” and the most beautiful eyes in the world looking into hers and begging for cock :( then you end up lying on your back with legs wide open and hands hooked to the back of your knees to press them against your chest, gasping moans at the sight of yujin on top of you fucking you like she hated you just because you decided to act like a bitch today, and yujin can be even meaner! she is always looking at you with a fiery gaze through the glass of her glasses, growling as she feels your pussy deliciously squeeze her cock, closing her hands around your thighs and pushing them further into the mattress as if they weren’t open enough, or maybe closing a hand around your neck and putting light pressure on your throat and holding your head in place so you’re staring into her eyes while she takes care of breeding you again as she always does

firm believer that yujin mixes degradation with sweet words just to make you dumber. things like “are you going to let daddy breed this pussy, love?” because she knows that if he talks to you dirty but also uses a loving nickname, it’s an easy way to completely break you, and it’s noticeable when you nod almost immediately to her words, along with your walls tightening around her cock, seeming to beg her in the cutest way to please not pull out 🥺 obviously yujin listens to what your body asks of her, giving you one last thrust and then burying her cock deep inside you and unloading hee seed into your womb, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss and smirking against your lips as she hears that sweet moan you let out every time she fills you up again

[yrenesbrainrotss]

A/N: YOU GUYS FINALLY ITS HEREEEE!!! I was literally grinding all night to write this and i had to wake up in the morning and slept only 3 HOURS bc i got a horrible throat irritation AND THE WHOLE WAY, TO AND BACK FROM THE TRIP WITH MY MOM I WROTE THIS. I THINK IT TOOK ME LIKE 9 HOURS TO WRITE BUT ITS WORTH ITTTTTT!!!!!

Im literally rubbing my hands like and evil fly rn even tho i got a cold too😔

ENJOY FREAKS, IT’S REALLY FUCKING LONG TOO.💘

•summary: part two of hungover!Ena x reader

•warnings: straight up nsfw from the start,mentions of war and all that.

•reader pronouns: FEMAAAALLEEE!!!

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You don’t know how long you’ve been lying there, your eyes heavy and your thoughts looping like a film reel stuck on the same frame. Ena’s breath is warm against your neck now, her fingers gently curled against your stomach. You can feel the slight tremble in them, like even in sleep, she’s unsure if she’s allowed to be here.

You turn slowly, barely shifting the blanket between you, and her hand follows like it knows you. She’s awake. You can tell by the way her breathing skips, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“Are you cold?” you whisper, and it’s the softest thing you’ve said in weeks.

She shakes her head, just the faintest movement, then opens her eyes. They’re glassy in the dim light ,wide and scared, eye bags visible and a ever present tiredness,like something in her is breaking open and she’s letting you see the cracks.

“I didn’t mean to… take your bed,” she murmurs. “I just—felt safe here.”

Your chest tightens.

“It’s okay,” you say, brushing a stray raven lock of hair away from her pale cheek. “I didn’t mind.”

You stare at each other, neither saying anything, the sound of both of your heartbeats intertwining, filling a small portion of the silent dorm room.

Then she reaches up, tentative, and touches your face. Her knuckles graze your cheekbone, then stay there, like she’s trying to memorize you through touch.

“I don’t know how I ended up here..” she asks, her voice barely a shaky whisper.“I don’t know what place I stumbled upon..”

You don’t have an answer,you linger onto her pale chapped lips,tracing their heart shaped outline and lift your hand allowing the tip of your index finger to touch her lower lip, slowly drawing it down from the center, slightly exposing her white sharp teeth. Her warm exhales hit your cold fingers and without a second moment wasted away on pondering you lean in.

Halfway though, you get a sudden flash of realization but you aren’t able to acknowledge it properly because Ena’s already pressed her just as cold lips to yours. It only lasts a second, and when you part she brushes her mouth against yours with a teasing gentleness, only to connect them either yours again, more forcefully—desperately.

She rests her left palm on your cheek bringing you closer,and you grip the red straps on her chest, just as desperate as her— if not more than. Her teeth catch you lips in a painful but pleasurable bite, and you gasp quietly,she sees this moment as an opportunity to slip her hot tongue under your upper lip, just barely caressing it, then hungrily explores your inexperienced cavern.

Your brain is fuzzy and your whole body is tingling with a feeling long forgotten.How much time passed since you did something like this? You didn’t know, or care at this point. You wanted her bad and you didn’t even know her— that’s precisely what made it more enticing.

In this heated moment she suddenly stops as if she remembered something,you lift your body weight with your elbows and she lightly pushed you back with her palm against your chest. She sits in the old creaky bed kneeling,pondering and before you can ask her what’s wrong she speaks:” I don’t even know your name..”

With a raspy voice you whisper it to her but she catches it and mumbles it like a mantra until she kisses you again, pushing you back down on the bed,lifting her leg and swinging it between your thighs, straddling you. You switch places, lifting her by the curve of her hips,and letting her back bounce on the mattress,her head hitting the white pillows you previously rested on.

You curl the corners of your mouth mischievously and grip the edge of your T-shirt, lifting it up slowly in a alluring way, revealing bit by bit more and more skin until you just yanked it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the darkness. Ena supports her body weight on her forearms, savouring every inch of you body, she reaches out caressing your skin from your hips to your chest, gripping the soft plush there.

You gasp and like a feline close the distance between you once again,tucking a strand of your messy hair aside. You slide her red straps off of her shoulders and, still in a feverish kiss, you unbutton her short sleeve shirt, sliding it off of her pale body and thin arms. “You’re so pale.. perfect for leaving markings…” She flushes pink, and you pinch her warm cheeks.

Then in a sudden motion your mouth finds itself a home on the underside of her jaw, biting softly, kissing and licking slow cat-like stripes until your lips reach her chest, lingering longer. Your right hand caresses her thighs, sinking your nails into the softness of her bum, eventually reaching the zipper in front of her green shorts. Ena relishes in the way you touch every part of her body gasping and arching into your working mouth that is also muttering small words of praise and encouragement .

You lips distance themselves from the brunette’s body, and you straighten yourself, admiring the love bites left behind and hurriedly unzip her shorts slipping them off and before you reach for the knee socks you decide against it, loving the way they sunk into her flesh. You set your hands on her lower abdomen , tapping your fingers against her skin impatiently and locked eyes with her for consent.

She nods and you don’t wait another minute. Peeling the last black lacey piece of clothing, you cooed at the fluids sticking to it “God…now I’m not even going to blame you for being that impatient..” you chuckle, she covers her face with the back of her palm but you put it away, closing the distance between your bodies ardent with want, pressing your chest against hers and at the same time brushing her inner thigh, before settling on the sticky spot between them.

Ena rose her hips into your hand, instinctively as your its fingers part her with a care that borders on worship. She’s warm and slick and pulsing, her body already trembling like she’s been waiting for this longer than she’s willing to admit. Your name falls from her lips like a prayer, choked and breathless.

A raw emotion floats in the air,the steady unfolding of touching breathing and tangled legs ever present, your figures stuck like puzzle pieces.Your middle and ring fingers plunge into her core deep in a steady rythm that makes her toes curl and leaves her mouth agape, a small bead of drool forming on the corner of her mouth. You stick your tongue out to catch it and meet her awaiting,parted lips. She lets a shaky moan slip into your warm mouth when you reach the bundle of nerves with your thumb. Her fingers tangle in your silky hair and grips it—harshly.

You press your forehead to her sweaty one ,your sharp lustful eyes bore into her teary, glassy ones,enjoying in the way she bounces against the soft cushion pillows as you slid your fingers even deeper into her warm gushy walls. Ena moaning into your mouth once more is enough confirmation that she’s enjoying this,even more than you do.

Your mouth finds her collarbone, then her shoulder—biting just enough to make her brain go numb with tingling pleasure.

And you know that feeling. The aching loneliness. The long nights staring at the ceiling, aching to be touched, held, known. You’ve buried that need beneath textbooks and test scores, convinced yourself you could live without it.

But now—her fingers dig into your back, her thighs trembling around your wrist—and you remember. You remember what it feels like to be wanted.

You curl your soaked two fingers deep inside her, your thumb circling that spot that makes her cry out and cling to you. You now move fast, relentless,sending to that place between pain and pleasure she so desired to feel.

Her mouth is on your shoulder, biting down to muffle her sounds, her body breaking apart in your arms.

And when she comes,it’s as if the whole world shatters around the both of you. Her legs shake and tremble, her leaking heat contracts and sucks your fingers inside up to your knuckles, her back arching off of the mattress and you slide the hand that isn’t working between her legs under her lower back,sticking your cheek against her abdomen now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Her trembling form grips your back with the last drops of energy it has left, chest heaving up and down, trying to regulate her breathing.You lift your head from her abdomen and wipe her sweaty forehead with the back of your palm “Are you alright..?” you question, she just nods through heavy breaths and closed eyelids.

You don’t realize when she shifts.

One moment her trembling body is with its back set on the mattress, still coming sown from the high you’d just given her and the next,her hand is only your chest—pushing you back slowly— and her eyes half lidded,dark and unreadable.

“Lie back,” she says, voice lower now, more certain. You obey without thinking, heart hammering as your own back hits the mattress, mimicking the position she was just a few minutes ago.

Ena slides on top of you with a perverse motion,like serpent luring its prey,slithering around it before it reveals its fangs and devours it—she needs to devour you right now.

As you lay back your hands glide from her abdomen to her soft plump curves,squeezing and kneading it like dough.

Her thighs straddle your hips, her hands splayed across your chest. And for a moment, she just looks at you. Like she’s never seen something so raw, so vulnerable, so hers.

Her fingers trail down your body—over your perky nipples,ribs,stomach, the curve of your hipbone—until they reach the waistband of your underwear. She watches your face as she slides them down and off onto the floor now covered in your clothes, her gaze never wavering.

“You’re so beautiful..” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the edge of your jaw, her breath hot. She stares into your eyes and the tip of her tongue teasingly parts your lips further “Can I have this? With you?”

You nod, unable to form words.

She moves low,leaving traces of kisses , until her mouth hovers over you—and when her tongue touches you, everything else in your mind goes quiet.

She’s gentle at first. Teasing. Her plum coloured lips wrap around you with maddening slowness, sharp teeth grazing your sensitive bundle,her warm,wet tongue flicking in soft, precise movements that make you roll your eyes in the back of your head, sending shivers down your core.Your hips twitch, but she presses a hand to your pelvis—stay still—and you try, even as your body begs to buck into her pretty face.

She hums against you, and the sound vibrates all the way up your spine. Her pace picks up—sloppy and wet gushy sounds filling up the dorm room once again —and you find yourself gasping her name, jaw falling open.

You tangle your fingers in her dark locks of hair for some kind of support,gripping it but not too harsh to hurt her. You want to feel her closer, to crawl under her ribs and make a home for yourself there,to feel her pulsing heart beating for you in this very moment.

Ena continues to send you into oblivion ,inserting her wet muscle inside you, tasting you with an unsatisfied hunger and need to just feel you— feel that your real, that this is real. You let out a high pitched moan, trapping her head in between your squishy thighs,bringing her as close as possible to your aching ,needy heat.She slurps and drinks all of you,feeling your warmth contract and gush around her pink tongue.

But then she looks up—eyes locked on yours, mouth full of you—and it unleashes whatever is left of your lustful self.

Your thighs clench, your stomach tightens, and with one more strong suck of her lips and tongue, you fall apart. You moan her name, your voice cracking, your body shaking as the world blurs at the edges—you quite literally see stars in that moment. Ena,amused, licks your dripping juices from her lips, savoring the taste and letting out a soft satisfied hum as if she never tasted something so good before.

When it’s over, she climbs up beside you and tucks herself into your side like she belongs there,listening to your heavy breaths.

She kisses your shoulder, barely a breath of contact. “Are you up for a bath? I can’t sleep all sticky like this.” she asks softly,her lips slightly curving upwards.

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Only the sound of small stray droplets of water hitting the half-fulled tub can be heard. The steam rises from your skin, dancing in the air before it vanishes completely. Ena’s cheek smushed against your warm chest,covered in a mix of both yours and her sweat, you push aside her wet bangs sticking to her forehead and kiss the spot,she hums, her just as empty eyes peering at you from under her long lashes.

She bites the inside of her cheek before she speaks—“You know.. it’s been wonderful..you are wonderful but I have to tell you something..” Your brows raise in curiosity and now it’s your turn to open your eyes from their relaxed state and return her gaze—“what’s wrong?”.

She then tells you a few things about her past, how she has done terrible things and took part in a war long ago. You listen to the methods she used to survive,to fight on. The hunger,thirst and cold brought the soldiers to the point of insanity.You don’t recognize any of the events she talks about,something about a bland grey realm with an abandoned shipwreck and forgotten events like auction day and hourglass dogs.

You almost don’t believe her but her seriousness makes you wonder if its all real. Her current realm is more of a dusty desert now, changed, and all its residents hate her for what she’s done—you don’t ask anything further than what she lets you in on,it seems painful enough for her to remember those times.

She tells you that her actual form—the one you see her with at the moment— is not her usual one, her description of her supposed “original form” resembles a half pale polygonal side and a half red side, both with different personalities but inhabiting the same body. When she finishes,she lowers her head and stares at the droplets of water falling from the faucet.

You hug her tightly, running your fingers across her spine,not saying anything—you were at loss of words—should you trust her? “I know you might not believe me but please-“ you cut her off before she ends the sentence: “Its okay—I believe you.” and you take the chance, even if it puts you at risk.

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Now in the warm bed again you hold her close, her presence a familiar one.

In the dark of the night you tell her that she’s the only thing tethering you to the earth—and you actually believe she is. She says that she doesn’t know what this “earth” you talk about is but you think that your previous actions might have messed with her brain so much that she doesn’t know what she talks about.

In the stillness after, her hand traces lazy shapes on your back, and your face is tucked into the curve of her neck relishing in the smell of the rose scented shampoo impregnated in her damp locks.You’re not sure when you’ll wake up, or if this is even real—but her heartbeat is steady beneath your cheek, and for now, that’s enough.

In the morning, she sunlight peeks through the curtains, slashing the room in two.It hits your closed eyelids and your nose scrunches in discomfort—you reach for her,on the other side of your bed, wanting to bury yourself in her chest. However you frown—your hand searches upwards and it reaches the end of your bed—it’s empty,cold.

You sit up in distress,your brain mushy with sleep but you acknowledge the empty space next to you. You clutch your head and sigh,as tears bubble in your eyes threatening to spill on your withe sheets—but you see a flash of green from the corner of your eyes, her green cap.

You pick it up by the front part with your pointer finger and thumb, setting it in your lap. The smell of rose invades your nostrils and you inhale the scent imbued in the material—a mixture of nostalgia embracing you. You search for your phone from underneath the pillow,tapping your code in and searching her name—nothing. Not a trace of her on the internet or any social media,not even a phone number registered anywhere or some kind of profile to prove her existence.

You open your “photos” app and scroll down until you see it— a blurry picture of you two snapped at exactly 3:30 AM. You are asleep on her chest, hand gripping her bare skin,and you know it’s her because no one has such vibrant neon purple irises and the familiar empty eyes that you would recognize anywhere.

You almost miss it but it’s there— inside of her cap you see a note. After carefully unfolding it the rose smell is present okce more and blue messy writing saying— “I’ll be back soon, my love”

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

how about (webseries + dream bbq? if it's no problem) ena with an s/o who has a child?? like ena discovers they have a child and when they become a thing, they introduce her to their child?? i'd also love to see mother ena <33

Yes oughh. She could be a good mother :(( /ref

Gonna put the hcs under a cut because I think I locked in a little too much haha

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Webseries!Ena

Above all things, your kid was your pride and joy.

They were basically a mini version of yourself. Boundless. Full of energy. Ever curious about the world around them.

They just spawned in one day while you stood around pondering what having a child would be like. It was only a fleeting thought, a small wish you kept in the confines of your heart, convinced it would never come to fruition.

But it seems like the Great Runas heard you and was feeling particularly generous.

Now you have someone who looks up to you for guidance and love, and for years it's always been that way. Just you two against the world.

Then Ena walked into your life, and she hasn't left since. She claims to have seen a "mini you" running around recently and thought you had shrunk in size, being disappointed she couldn't catch you.

Only then do you realize she's seen your kid but didn't know...

So after building up a close relationship with her, you figured now would be a good time for a proper introduction. You invite her over to meet them, and you explained to them beforehand about her arrival.

Untimely as ever, she walks in, but before you could say anything, she's rambling excitedly. "Salutations! So you're the little fragment of joy I saw running amok the other day. If not a clone, what's your relation to my beloved partner? Sister? Nephew? No, no, wait..you're their third cousin twice removed!" She grins, crouching down to their eye-level.

"Ena..this is my child."

"...ohh, I see. I see." Something in her tone shifts as her gaze meets yours. It's subtle, but she looks disheartened. "Dare I ask..who's the father? Or mother? Or...alternative parent?" Each question is laced with more dread than the last, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her geometric skirt.

Of course, you should have known...

"There's nobody else. I promise. It's always been just us." You reassured her, before looking at your kid with a smile. "This is Ena. The one I was talking about earlier. Don't mind her fancy words. She's been good to me."

"Woah..you're Ena??" They seem astonished, at first, but then a skeptical look crosses their face. "My friends say you guys are bad luck, and trouble always comes from you."

Your girlfriend's yellow half still smiles, but inside she could hear her cubic heart crack. Yet she maintains her composure. "Ahaha! Not to worry, little one! I have been your parent's most loving other-half for....3.5 consecutive months! The follies you hear are just that! I'm most confident that we'll get along!"

After that initial meeting, Ena tries spending more time with your kid...although they still seem nervous around her, which she chalks up to them listening to the rumors and utterly despising her presence.

She wants to set a good example, and she's been great at warning them about falling rain rocks, stopping them from taking blood samples/IDs/files from strangers, and making sure Moony (who gets the "fun aunt" designation) isn't being a bad influence.

Yet it never feels like it's enough, stressing as though she's the mother herself, even when you remind her she's not.

That crack in her heart has only gotten bigger. Like a neglected pebble that was lodged into a car's windshield last week.

Her Sad form had one major breakdown when she discovers your kid warmed up to Moony quicker than her, but you reassure her that they will. It'll just take some more time.

"Bu..But what if *hic* we wun out of tiiiiiime??????"

"We won't, Ena. I promise."

One night, while your kid was at a friend's sleepover, you and her went out to a party to celebrate an anniversary. She got Drunk and had to be carried back to your place, where she kept giggling and babbling nonsense about motherhood (yet somewhere in her nonsense, you could hear her sadness, deep longing, and desires for acceptance)--and she promptly passed out.

Your kid came home earlier than expected, saw her Demon side for a framerate or two and got scared, running to hide underneath their bed.

The next morning, you tell her what happened, and you wish you didn't.....because now she's facedown on the couch, sobbing her eyes out. "I give uuuppppp," she wails, hitting her fists against the cushions. "I-I'll be nothing morwe than a..a-a stwanger to them! They can bawely even look at me!!"

You only understand half of what she's saying, but as you try comforting her, your kid suddenly walks in, looking very confused.

"Oh hey, um...." You panic a little, although they see your girlfriend crying and quietly go over to her, their gaze full of worry.

"Mom?"

Immediately she falls silent and looks at them in shock, wiping away her static tears. "Wh-What...did you just call me?"

Even you're astonished.

After months of being referred to as "Miss Ena" and "My Parent's Girlfriend of 3.5 Months"....they finally call her "Mom".

She looks at you, then your kid, then you, and back to them, eyes still wide.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just nervous." They explain, feeling a little guilty for waiting this long. "It's only been us two for a long time. But I know you love my parent, and they love you, too. I want you around more often. So...I-I'm ready to call you "mom", if that's okay."

"Bu...But what about your fwiends?" She sniffles. "Y-You still believe them?"

"Nah, they were actually real jerks. So I left them. That's why I came home early last night."

"What? But..you've known them fowever...and now you're lonely because of me..." She mumbles, feeling sad that she's the reason for yet another ruined friendship. She's ruined a few of your past ones simply by existing...and now your kid's.

But they don't seem bothered by it at all. "I'd rather be lonely than have friends who talk bad about my mom all the time."

Hearing that word makes her cry again, but now her blue side is actually smiling for once. She sits up, allowing you kid to climb onto the furniture and into her lap, embracing her tightly. "Thank you..." She whispers. "Thank you so much."

Never before has she cried happily. It's a new feeling.

But she welcomes it. Just like she's ready to fully welcome your kid into her life.

All the while, you smile too, nearly tearing up yourself.

You couldn't be prouder.

Dream BBQ Ena

It's just another day at the office, where Ena eavesdrops on a conversation between you and Froggy.

"Ughh, fine. You can go home early. But you know...you should bring that duplicate of yours to work sometime! We could always use the extra-!"

"Hell no. My kid's not gonna get wrapped up in all this mess. And that's final."

"Ehh???? You get the final say??? Remind me again who hired you?"

"Um...Ena?"

"....right, erm...okay. You can go on, I guess. But I expect you back here early tomorrow." Froggy grumbles, suddenly getting the suspicion that you two are being watched, and promptly calls out to his coworker. "Oi! Ena!! Stop being a creep and come talk to us!"

Her head peeks around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. "Sorry to intrude on this private board meeting, fellow associates." She pretends she didn't hear anything about your kid--being unaware of their existence until literally right now.

Yet you know that she knows, as it's obviously bugging her when she walks you home (after promising Froggy that this is an escort, not an unmandated break). Salesperson is chatting away about tomorrow's goals and yesterday's deadlines, but you haven't heard a word out of Meanie yet.

She always found it odd that you didn't work the longer hours like she did, as though this job wasn't the core focus of your life. It wasn't in your blood. In your veins. It didn't define you. Consume you--unlike her.

Oftentimes she wonders what kind of life she'd lead if not burdened by her duties.

Today, she discovered the reason why you randomly asked if this job had paternity leave.

It's your kid, who just spawned into this world one day and hasn't left your side. They've grown some, but still they run to greet you after work like always, and you'd pick them up with a smile bigger than the sun.

However, this evening's routine is different because of Ena's presence, as she awkwardly stands in the doorway.

"Who's that?"

"Oh!" You set them down, clearing your throat. "I think it's high time that I introduce you to Ena. We work together, and we are together, if that makes sense."

"Ohhhh...so does this mean she's my mom now?"

The question is innocent, blunt, and unassuming, holding a twinge of excitement and hope, even.

Your kid adores you, but every now and then has wondered what it'd be like to have two parents. They've seen different media about it, and heard about it from friends, too, so you knew this subject would come up eventually.

While you've entertained the idea, you weren't sure about Ena's feelings towards motherhood, considering her job and all.

In embarrassment, you lightly scolded them and turned to apologize to your girlfriend...only to see that she's frozen on the spot, like a TV segment somebody forgot to unpause. Her geometric claws twitch at her side, and her eyes are hidden beneath her hat. It's like some uncomfortable memory had resurfaced...triggered simply by saying the word "mom".

You wonder what's wrong, but her Salesperson side slaps her out of the trance, and she teleports into the middle of your living room space, scooping up your kid. "Ah! I see we have a CEO in the making! Coming soon to a dying business near you! Do you plan to step into my beloved associate's shoes once they retire? Are you investing wisely?" She puts them down, and kneels, grinning from center line-to-ear. "What's your evaluation of my work-life balance, little entrepreneur?"

"....um. Good?"

"Thanks for your feedback."

Least to say, it's not the best introduction...but not the worst, either. You'll try again tomorrow.

When tomorrow comes, you decide to bring your kid to the Hub to meet your coworkers (after they've been practically begging you to), making sure they didn't go down into the casino.

While they play with Kane, you're sitting on the pier, overlooking the bloody ocean. Ena shows up and sits beside you, but her movements are rigid. She's not chipper. She looks uncomfortable, and her Meanie side seems to crave conversation. An explanation.

So you talk.

"Darling..I'm sorry I didn't mention them before." You frowned, your hand resting on hers. "I wanted you two to meet a lot sooner, but-"

"Is there someone else?" Her voice is flat, although you detected a slight tremor in its tone.

Sure, Meanie would yell at people if she even thought they were trying to flirt with you....but this was different. This was insecurity at its core, and it's understandable for her to feel that way. If it was reversed, you'd get insecure too.

"No. It's only been [Child] and I. I'd never do that to you."

"......."

"Look, I know what they called you was a little..awkward. I'm sorry. I already talked to them abou-"

"They're your reason."

"Huh?"

"They're your reason for what you do. Everything you do, you do for them. But...where's mine?" Tiny cracks and vines begin to creep along her body, and her hands tremble. Salesperson doesn't interfere this time. "Wh-What..am I even doing here, [y/n]? I take the stupid jobs I'm given...I clear the smoke....and for what? Myself?! WHAT AM I EVEN FIGHTING FOR ANYMORE?!! A MINIMUM WAGE??? A POINTLESS EXISTENCE???"

"Ena. Hey. Hey."

She suddenly looks at you, static tears falling freely from her eyes. But you bring her into your arms before she could think of drying them. And she buries her head into your chest, clutching at your uniform, desperate for grounding.

Ever since her flashback when you two met the vending machine entity in the Lonely Door...you've been worried sick for her well-being. You didn't wanna see her fall apart like that again. Especially not after the rain rocks consumed her in the white and barren Uncanny Streets, and you thought you've lost her forever.

Your biggest regret would've been that she never got to meet your child...

"If you want...my little entrepreneur could be your reason, too." You suggested, and she looks up at you with wide eyes, as though you've just forgiven her of all sins. "When we get to the Boss, we'll take them down, for their sake. All the work we do along the way? It'll be for them, too. We can both parent them. It might be hard with our job and all, but...we can make it work."

"...you'd...let me to be their mother?" Her voice breaks. "You trust me with such a sacred task? But before you said...you didn't...wh-what if I-?"

"Nothing bad will happen to them, my love. We got our coworkers here to look out for them." You brush away her tears, removing her hat so you could kiss the top of her head. And she cuddles back against you.

Seeing her react this way made you wonder if, maybe in a past life, she was a mother at some point...or perhaps, more tragically, she had a child and lost them during the war, and only Meanie was left to carry the burden.

It's no wonder she was falling apart in your arms at the prospect of helping you raise your kid. She didn't want the same tragedy to befall them.

"Don't think of it as an "assignment" or "task" I'm giving you. Something tells me you really, really wanna be in their life. So...do you?"

Before she could give you an answer, your kid comes over, oblivious at first. "Kane is funny. He wants to invite me to a party! Can I.......Miss Ena?" They look at your girlfriend in worry. "Are you..okay?"

She manages to compose herself and sniffles, before Salesperson takes the reigns again. "I'm..operating at a sufficient level." Her smile is gentle as she sits up, her eyes warm as she looks at them. "After much discussion, I am open to being your co-parental unit. Complete with a lifetime supply of love and protection protocols." She extends her clawed hand to them. "Starting today, you may address me as "mom", "mother"....whatever fits your budget."

Your kid takes her hand, but is quick to turn that handshake into a full embrace. "Sounds cool, mom. "

It felt extremely foreign to Ena, to receive physical contact from an entity besides you that's not violent in nature.

But this one is related to you. Made of your own flesh/blood/code/etc. So in a way...you were the one embracing her. And in that way, it made her feel comfortable enough to wrap her arms around them.

Something about this moment brought her peace, as though GØD finally decided to give her a break.

For once, everything was quiet...

Only for it to be disturbed by Kane's yelp of fear and the sound of a meteor crashing.

But right now, none of you were worried about it.

[oddballwriter]

Dream BBQ ENA Intimacy Headcannon (SFW & NSFW)

Summary: Some personal headcanons I have about Dream BBQ ENA regarding physical and some emotional intimacy with you and some NSFW/smut headcanons too. Don’t worry I’ve broken up both sfw and nsfw into their own sections so you don’t have to read the nsfw if you don’t want to.

Warnings: in general, gender neutral reader. For the SFW: nothing really, just my thoughts on how I think kissing, holding hands, cuddling, and let aspects of physical affection and intimacy would work. A bit of angst regarding ENA having issues opening up and being vulnerable emotionally but nothing too angsty. For the NSFW: I ramble way too much about all the possibilities of how you could possibly get sexually intimate with ENA and the idea that sky might actually be the limit, so prepare for that. Mentions of dirty talk, dom/sub and top/bottom dynamics, pegging/penetration, fingering, degradation, some talk about possible impact play and hair pulling, scratching, name calling, and manhandling/getting handled roughly. If I’m missing anything, feel free to tell me.

Author’s Snip: Eat up, babes ♥️

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

(SFW)

Kissing is kinda weird. For her regular appearance at least.

To me it just looks like her face is completely flat and that it’s just the center down the middle that makes up her head and the point that makes up her nose and that her face is just plastered on the flat surface so she doesn’t actually have real lips

Not of course there’s her hungover and corrupted form which either are humanoid and thus have lips or at least have an actual mouth-like part of her face. So if you really wanted to you could just kiss that

But for her regular form, you just kinda gotta kiss where her mouth would be and just let the gesture be a sign of a kiss

You’re free to kiss other things like her cheek, forehead, and head though, it’s just the lips situation that’s a bit funny and also the dilemma of her kissing you when she wants to do it. Meanie just doesn’t really attempt to kiss you since there’s no point, but her salesperson has come to the solution of going “mwah” or a kiss noise whenever she kisses you anywhere like your hand, head, or cheek. Your lips, not so much since you get it there

But don’t worry, she’s got two perfectly good hands for hand holding

That’s a bit interesting too though. Not too bad but her hands are very different from each other

Her red hand and arm are the only part of her that’s actually soft and “fleshy” where the rest of her is hard and jagged. But the softness is nice because it feels nice. Through, that hand is a mitten and lacks proper fingers other than her thumb, so you can’t intertwine fingers with that one. But it’s not a big deal or anything, your still very able to hold hands in a joined position and she occasionally strokes the back of you hand with her thumb. So it can still be very nice and sweet

As for her pale side’s hand, there is the fact that that one has actual fingers, but it’s a bit less comfy because it’s hard and more jagged. It’s not too bad other than it doesn’t have give to it like the red one but it’s no big deal too

I also personally bc that that side’s hand is a bit cold unless your holding it and the warmth of your hands transfers to it

As for general intimacy, in the context of the physical kind,

Salesperson likes being “professional” and keeps it to hand holding at most when in the public eye but is definitely okay with physical affection and intimacy like kissing and other things in private or at the very least away from where someone might interrupt your moment together. She be so down to cuddle at the end of the day

Meanie isn’t a huge fan and doesn’t really like PDA other than occasionally taking a hold of your hand possessively if someone’s looking at you in a way she doesn’t like. But lowkey? She’s touch-starved as hell. Her salesperson side satisfies that for them because they’re more open to physical affection in private but Meanie… struggles a bit. And by that I mean she struggles to admit that she wants to be held because she’s always trying to defend and look out for herself and so that shuts her up against being vulnerable enough to melt into touch even though you’re safe to be vulnerable like that with.

She learns eventually but it’s still a bit hard for her at times to accept some love

Her love and security mostly lives in your level of emotional intimacy together, in general, for both sides, but when it’s Meanie it’s all about you and her knowing that you two understand or are able to understand each other emotionally and mentally

She likes being big spoon/holding you but will occasionally ask to be little spoon/held if she’s going through some shit when you guys are cuddling. Hungover 100% hold her, both because she needs it and also so she doesn’t fall off the bed/couch because she’s… her main body can be a bit too limp and not so well coordinated

(NSFW)

How the fuck does one go about getting sexually intimate with ENA? In general. How does that work? That’s just a group of polygons. That is the schooler’s and philosopher’s question. Because it’s definitely more complicated than the simple “put part A into part B” that we see with… physical people composed of flesh…

Or maybe it can be?? Someone brought on the great point that maybe she can just summon something for herself to get the job done if that’s what you want? Anything can be used in pegging and as a dildo/dick if you’re open enough. I mean, she summoned that little boss egg out of nothing and she quite literally can manifest her megaphone anytime she wants out of thin air. Who says she can’t summon anything she wants? Get experimental.

Also, it’s not all about penetration. Sometimes it’s just whatever gets you off and she’s got things to grind up on and two perfectly good hands that can still be used despite any quirks they might have

Idk maybe the sharpness of her clawed hand can do something for you. People are into feeling pointy things and getting pricked during sex. Maybe she can even get rid of the points of her fingers too if you want her to get up in there with her finders

Literally who the fuck said she can’t change things about her body? Maybe that’s just her regular base form but she can change any part of her body into something else like tentacles if you’re down for it. Like, she can literally change parts of her at will in some cutscenes. I don’t think there is any limits in that world. I am yet to see any real limits or laws of nature in this world, maybe there are none

She can canonically detach her limbs and have them move around freely…

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Now hear me out-

She could hypothetically detach her head from her body and eat you out if she wanted

Or detach her hand and tease you with it

You could actually do so much with the fact that she can do that.

The question is not “how do we do it?”, my friend.

It’s “how creative can we get?”.

Anyways enough philosophy about the laws of nature and limits when it comes to sex

Top…

Dom… even

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I said what I said

She gives top energy. She looks like she likes being the woman in charge and I’d let her. She looks like she knows what she’s doing once she understands how you “function” if you catch my drift

I think it’s the hat and outfit. I’m not saying she looks like she’s in kink gear. I’m saying that a lot of top/dom kink gear looks like what she wears

Also, her personalities could definitely be in charge in their own rights

Don’t lie to me, I know you little freaks (/affectionate) want Meanie to yell at you like that in bed. I’ve been on the internet and certain parts of it to get the appeal, coupled with the way I see you guys fawning over how charming her salesperson side is

Salesperson can talk you out of things other than your money

But yeah. I can definitely imagine salesperson practically talking you out of your clothes and telling you what they want you to do and also talking you through it

Also might be a bit of a service top too. She likes being your top rate holder of “customer satisfaction”

She uses business and sales buzz words when she’s flirting with you and in her dirty talk, which is fun because she makes “private meetings” and “added bonuses” sound so sexy but but at the same time sometimes she just says it to you in front of others because she knows damn well that only you are going to know what she’s actually saying while everyone else thinks she’s trying to sell some bullshit scheme. And she knows what she’s doing too. She’s gives you that shit eating grin and looks you right in the eyes as she walks away, meanwhile you’re red in the face

Meanie… you already know

She’s a bit rough and can get really rough if she wants to be and she knows that you want her to be

Salesperson will guide you through it and actually be quite gentle. But Meanie knows what you’re here for when you do it with her

Insults you and degrades you. Calls you all the names in the book and a whole mix and hybrid of them

I hope you like getting manhandled… because you’re getting manhandled

You hear “I bet you’d like that” and “Shut up! You know you like it”

I also hope you’re okay with coming out with some scratches and mild bruises… because coming out with some scratches and bruises

Honestly, any type of degrading/controlling stuff you want like impact, hair pulling, slapping, scratching, grabbing, etc you want. She’s got it. Shes got some anger to let out and this is great to let it all out

Whether it’s Salesperson or Meanie, you’re screaming either way