โโWe don't pop no percs. Just Zansโโ ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐โบ๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ.
. Random Zanka texts.
๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช: TBH - PartyNextDoor
๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ::(AgedUp!)Zanka
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐: I was still bored after the first SMAU so i made a random one for Zanka I might do follo or Rudo next. This has a little bit of everything; Suggestiveness, Humor, Fluff, A little bit of angst because of an argument. and some very inconsistent accents because I'm half asleep.
Follo 100% would want to do everything for you when youre too depressed to even lift a finger
I think he would want to feel useful, like, since he have a low self-esteem in missions, and take care for someone depressed might be (phisycally) easier, in my Head he would run to give something u asked for, water, or food, try to motive to get up from bed
And maybe ask if depression is really that bad maybe? Or ask Gris about it, i'm anime only so idk MUCH about him, i want opinions
synopsis.ย after hours of endless doom scrolling, you did not even realize you were sending reels to the wrong person.
note. GUYS, I'M SORRY I FORGOT ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ anyway, the next one will be the last one !! thank u guys for reading AND WAITING ๐ trust i'll post the last reel(chapter) by this week or next week MWAAA
Follo is the cutest when it comes to you (request)
Follo's eyebrows furrowed the more he concentrated.
You sat on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs as you watched him meticulously polish his hammer.
Without thinking, you leaned forward and rested your cheek against his shoulder. You were a naturally affectionate person, and withholding displays of affection simply wasn't in your vocabulary.
Follo didn't flinch. He didn't even look up from his work, though a small, amused smile played at the corner of his lips. He was used to your sudden bursts of physical warmth.
"You seem more affectionate than usual today," he murmured in a low, firm voice.
"It's because you're comfortable," you replied casually, moving closer to wrap your arms around his neck from behind. You rested your chin on his shoulder, completely unashamed of your own initiative. "And you work too hard. Take a break."
"I can't. Not now," he replied, though he didn't move away. In fact, he leaned back, seeking your touch just a little.
You smiled, emboldened by his submission. You reached out and gently traced the line of his jaw with your fingers before giving his cheek a light pinch.
"What a stubborn boy."
Follo finally released his tool with a soft click. The sudden silence in the room sent a strange jolt through your heart.
"You're very brave when I'm busy," Follo said, turning his head to look directly at you. His pale eyes were intense, locked onto yours with a gaze so sudden and focused it took your breath away.
Before you could process the shift in the atmosphere, Follo spun around completely in his chair. He reached out and took your wrist, his grip firm yet incredibly gentle. The warmth of his calloused hand against your skin sent a jolt straight down your spine.
"Follo?" you whispered, instantly losing all the confidence you'd had just moments before.
"My turn," he whispered.
He lowered your hand from his face, but instead of letting go, he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing gently. With his other hand, he cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone in a slow, deliberate caress.
A deep, burning blush erupted across your cheeks. You tried to look away, staring at the floor as your chest tightened with a mixture of deep desire and overwhelming shyness.
"Hey," he murmured, lowering his voice. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Where did all that energy go? You were practically melting on top of me a second ago."
"It's... it's different when you do it," you stammered, your heart pounding against your ribs. You felt completely exposed, defenseless against the weight of his unconditional affection.
Follo let out a low, husky laugh that resonated in his chest. The mocking glint in his eyes softened, becoming incredibly tender. He lifted you from the workbench to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You froze, your hands hovering over his shoulders, your face so hot you thought you might explode.
"You're so easily flustered," he murmured against your skin, tightening his grip as he held you close, giving you that firm, comforting pressure your affection-starved soul had been craving. "But stay here. Let me hold you for a while."
Losing the battle against your own shyness, you buried your flushed face in his chest, finally relaxing into his embrace as he slowly stroked your back.
โก Obviously, this is NSFW. This is also not gonna be everyone's thing, which is completely fine, (I don't have a mommy kink so bear with me) I just get this vibe that he'd have one. Follo is just so hard on himself, he needs someone to care for him. I'm also posting this at almost 4am. Wrote this as I fight the desire to sleep. I needed to write Follo content. The bugs demanded it. โก
โข Follo is complicated. He wants to be useful. Wants to be needed. He likes when people call to him for help, whether it be fighting trash beasts or something mundane, but yet, Follo desires to have someone care for him
โข While, yeah, he'd date someone who's around his age, he does tend to have a wandering eye when he sees an older woman pass by. He finds women become more beautiful as they get older. But he of course loves women around his age. He just wants to be loved. Please give him love
โขNow, Follo has a mommy kink, but he's rather embarrassed by it. He loves the thought of having a mommy take care of him. To help relieve the stress of being a Cleaner, but to have a mommy care for him, that'd mean he isn't the one doting on his partner. It really messes with his feelings of being lesser than everyone else. I mean, yeah, he can still be caring and attentive to you, but he's not the one in charge. You are. He doesn't know how to handle it
โข It would take a hella lot of effort for him to fess up to his kink. But while it takes so long to admit it, bits of it has slipped through the cracks at times
โข He is constantly looking for your praise. He NEEDS you to tell him that he's doing a good job both sexually and non-sexually.
โข He adores seeing you concern yourself with his wellbeing, even if it flusters him at times (especially if you do it in front of others).
โขThe way you hold him when cuddling and resting for the night has him in a choke hold. How you just naturally hold his head to your chest does things to him. To feel your plush chest smother him. He is doing everything in his power to not get hard right then and there. It occasionally works. But most of the time it doesn't. You're just too intoxicating for him.
โข Don't even get me started on when you look him in the eyes and call him a good boy. He basically shuts down and that's the only thing that plays in his head. It's an immediate turn on hearing you call him a good boy.
โข Once Follo admits to his mommy kink that's when the fun really begins. But it can only happen behind closed doors away from everyone. He wouldn't be able to handle anyone finding out. Again, he is conflicted by his mommy kink cause he needs to be the one is needed, not the one who needs. So please be gentle with him. Ease him into it bit by bit. Throwing it all at him at once will be too much for him
โข He's so sweet and caring. He just wants to make you happy. He'd do anything for you. Anything that would get him called a good boy. How he yearns to have you hold him and tell him how proud you are of him. You could demand he go down on you for hours while not touching himself, and he'll do it no questions asked, even if he gets so needy. But it's so adorable seeing how needy he gets
โข Follo is a boob man. He will get you clothes and lingerie that hugs your chest and makes it stand out more than other outfits allow. Shove your chest into his face. You'll have him drooling all over you in no time. You can easily use your chest as a bribe too. If he tries to pick a "fight" (be a stubborn baby), put a shirt on that hides your chest and tell him that if he's gonna be a bad boy, then no boob time and he'll immediately do a 180 and profusely apologize for how he was acting. He cannot handle being denied your beautiful chest
โข And speaking of your breasts, if you get pregnant and start lactating he will be a MENACE. Constantly hovering near you, ready to "help out" when you need pump some milk out so you're not in pain. He is drinking straight from the source. It tastes better when he's latched on your nipple, trying to be gentle while sucking even though he wants to ravage you whole.
โข He gets so hard from drinking your milk. He's even came a few times untouched. Oh, how embarrassed he gets when that happens. But then you fawn over him, telling him how good he's being by drinking your milk. Almost makes him cum again.
โข Don't be scared to unbutton his pants and help him out while he drinks your milk. Rubbing his cock with a gentle yet firm grip. He loves how soft your hands are. He loves how good you make him feel. And the way he starts to whinper when he gets close? My God, this man is too perfect. He is quick to get overstimulated, but he also likes it. He wants to pull away, but your mere existence keeps him locked in place, letting you use him however you want to
โข I will say though, as much as Follo loves having you as his mommy, being in mommy mode is something you can't do everyday. Maybe two-three times a week you can be his mommy? But his inferior complex gets in the way of you being his full-time mommy. You need to let him take control at times. He needs to be the dominant one too, even though he's more submissive than dominant. You really just have to go off how he's feeling. It is difficult to figure out at first, but after some time it does get easier to see if he needs you to be in mommy mode or not. I'd say communicate with him, but he kinda sucks at expressing how he feels and such. Typically letting it brew and fester until it inevitably explodes which can result in a huge fight. Follo doesn't mean to be like this, it's just how he's been. It'd take YEARS to help him change his habits. But you love him dearly so you're willing to wait as long as it takes for him to finally figure himself out. You being there means more to him than you'll ever understand
โข Now, he does want you to be his baby girl at times, but this man is NOT a daddy. He's too baby to ever be one. Oops :D
The morning sun filtered softly through the slats of the blinds, casting warm, golden stripes across the messy sheets. It was a rare, quiet moment in the chaotic world of the shelter, and you wanted to soak in it forever.
You shifted slightly, intending to stretch, but something heavy and warm anchored you in place. Zanka had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breathing was slow and steady, blowing warm air against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You smiled, turning your head a bit to plant a soft kiss on his messy hair. As much as you wanted to stay trapped in his embrace all day, reality suddenly hit you. Today was mission day. The team had a massive operation scheduled, and being late was not an option.
"Zanka," you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep. "Hey, wake up. We need to get ready. There's a mission."
A low, disgruntled grunt vibrated against your skin. Instead of loosening his grip, Zanka tightened his arms, pulling you completely flush against his chest.
"Five more minutes," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and rough from sleep.
"We don't have five minutes, love," you said with a soft chuckle, placing your hands on his forearms to gently pry them open. "Enjin will be knocking on our door any second. Let me get up."
You managed to free your torso and sat up, feeling the cool morning air on your bare shoulders. But you didn't get very far. Before your feet could even touch the floor, a pair of strong hands grabbed you by the hips. With a sudden, gentle yank, Zanka dragged you back onto the mattress.
A gasp escaped your lips as you fell flat on your back, and within a second, Zanka was already hovering over you. His usual sharp, guarded expression was completely gone, replaced by a soft, heavy-lidded gaze that made your heart skip a beat. He looked incredibly handsome like this: disarmed, relaxed, and entirely focused on you.
"Stay," he murmured, his thumb caressing your waist.
"Zanka, seriously, we're going to be late," you protested, though your hands automatically found their way to his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath his sleeping shirt.
Instead of answering, Zanka leaned down, leaving a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along your jawline, moving down to your neck. You let out a quiet sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew exactly what he was doing. He bit your skin gently, just enough to make you gasp, before soothing the spot with his tongue.
The lazy atmosphere shifted instantly, turning thick with a sudden, heavy passion. Zanka's hands slid underneath your shirt, his warm palms pressing against your bare skin as he molded his body to yours. The urgency of the mission began to fade into the background, completely eclipsed by the friction of his lips against yours when he finally brought his mouth to yours.
The kiss was deep, possessive, and filled with a needy hunger he usually hid behind his rough exterior.
Your breath hitched as his knee parted your thighs, and his hands pinned your wrists above your head. The heat between you was rising rapidly, your hearts beating in unison, and just as Zanka lowered his lips to your collarbone, ready to take things much further...
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Yo! Lovebirds!" Enjin's loud, booming voice shattered the silence from the other side of the door. "The truck is loaded and everyone is waiting. If you guys aren't down in five minutes, I'm coming in to drag you out by the ankles!"
Zanka froze. His forehead rested against your collarbone for a long, agonizing second as he let out a deeply frustrated, muffled curse against your skin.
"We're coming!" Zanka yelled back, his voice thick with irritation, tightening his fingers against the mattress.
"Five minutes, Zanka! Don't make me kick the door down!" Enjin chuckled, and his footsteps finally faded down the hallway.
You couldn't help it; a breathless laugh escaped your lips. Zanka sat up slightly, looking down at you with pure frustration reflected in his eyes and his cheeks tinged with a faint flush. His hair was an absolute disaster, and his lips were slightly swollen from the kisses.
"I hate him," Zanka growled, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours. "Well, I wish I did."
"We have to go," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him, even though you felt just as breathless and unsatisfied as he did.
Zanka let out a long, dramatic sigh, slowly releasing your wrists. He leaned in one last time, catching your lips in a brief, rough kiss that left you dizzy. When he pulled away, his dark eyes locked onto yours with absolute promise.
"This isn't over," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky promise as he finally sat up and let you out of bed. "The second we get back from this mission, I'm locking that door. And you're not leaving this bed for the rest of the night."
A shiver ran through your body at the intensity of his voice. You smiled, tossing him his uniform jacket from the chair.
Hii! I absolutely adore the way you write Follo^^
Could you maybe write smth like reader exploring Follo's body after his scars are healed? Fluffy and sensual, I imagine it'd be like tracing your fingers across the scars and maybe planting a kiss on them here and there...
thank you! <3
kinda spoilers for first job arc, credits to Graysonsmt on Pinterest and TikTok
ห . ๐ฒึผ๐ข. ๐ฆนห. "C'mon...You don't gotta do this you know that right?" Follo murmured bashfully.
"I know, but I wanna take care of you. After all...you really did do a good job out there."
You hummed softly in response. not even stopping for a second as you traced a path down his spine, following along the pale ridged lines as a guide. Kissing every scar, rough and smooth that you could find.
"won't you let me take care of you?" you pleaded with a pout on your lips.
The look is enough to send a strike of electrity down to his very core. Sadly for him (or luckily if he's being honest) he's a weak man. For you and those sweet words that rolled off your tongue with ease. So all he can really do is sigh in defeat. Surrendering himself to you.
Follo doesn't get himself hurt often.
over the course of his year working with the cleaners he's learned the most important thing is to observe. Observe the behaviors of people, observe the behaviors and habits of trash beasts. That and the fact he's been on the back burner for most of those 12 months.
However, since follo had awakened, he's found himself in eisha's care more and more. And who better to dote on him than his amazing partner?
So there he was, sat on one of the mattresses in the infirmary, robe thrown somewhere on the floor, leaving his bare back exposed for your loving assault.
Your hands ran back and forth on the landscape he called a body. Starting at the pulse in his neck, running your thumb along one of the few scabs that still remained while your other hand held his chin in a firm grip, guiding it to the side for more access. You press your mouth to the area. the warmth of your lips eliciting a sharp breath inhale from the man.
"Jesusโ" he cursed under his breath.
You pull away slightly, your brows knitting together with concern in those eyes of yours. "Still sensitive?"
Follo shakes his head, ignoring the ever tightening coil in his stomach. "nโno no...I'm good."
You stare at him for a moment. The flush that betrayed his silly attempt at composure, the soft furrow of his brows. You dip your head to the smooth valley of his shoulder, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
A giggle rises from Follo's throat. He turns slightly to get a glimpse at your head of hair.
"Y'know...I almost think you're enjoying this way more than I am." He wondered aloud, earning a chuckle out of you.
"Would that be so bad?" hell no. But before he could answer, your hands were already slipping down to his waist. caressing the soft muscles that bulged at his abdomen.
Follo swallows another whine as his stomach twists in delight.
"I'm just saying...you're real wicked." He finally answered breathlessly.
you made a small noise at that. Wordlessly one of your hands come back up from his lower half, redirecting your attention to a long raised scar that spanned from his upper ribcage to the curve of his hip.
Your index traces against it with gentle pressure. Another onset of butterflies rises from the pit of Follo's stomach. 'How many times have you patched him up now? How is he still this sensitive?' Follo catches himself wondering.
"how'd you get this one?" You muttered.
Follo cranes his neck to see where you were at this point. He pauses for a moment before answering. "I Think I got that one when I got blown off the cliff. Eisha said I got sliced by a rock."
You crooned lowly in acknowledgment. "Did it hurt?"
He shook his head. "not as much as everywhere else did."
you muttered something else that sounded like "that's good" but that was the last thing on his mind. The main focus being the feeling of your hand smoothing over the raised mark, the coil in his stomach that grew especially tight as your fingers grazed his v-line.
"you're so pretty you know that?" you whispered. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckโ
Follo couldn't help but start adjusting fidgeting beneath your grasp. It was too much. Too good. Too sweet.
A simple "yโyeah?" is all he could manage. And even that seemed hard to get out of him.
"Mhm...So pretty...so brave...you are really like a knight you know that?" You giggled sadistically.
Follo cracked at that. Both in voice and spirit. "k-knight? God you really say the weirdest things sometimes..." He forced out a chuckle, rubbing his neck out of habit.
This time you don't answer. Instead, you get up, making your way to his front and plop down on his lap and begin peppering kisses along his front. Your arms sling around his neck, holding him hostage in your koala like hold.
You watched for a moment. eyeing how his chest rose and fell. the beads of sweat that had cultivated at the crook of neck.
Follo's adam's apple bobbed, trying his hardest to swallow down the nerves that had ran wild under your scrutiny.
Your fingers trace nimbly down his chest for a moment. The dedication in your gaze almost as frightening as your silence.
"No, you just have confidence issues." you finally said, meeting his wide eyed stare. Slowly another painfully triumphant smile formed on your lips.
you reached up and gripped his jaw and draw him to your mouth. Follo's quick to melt into it, his hands find their home at your hips, pulling you into a full straddle.
The taste of your mouth is something lethal. undeniably sweet. downright addictive.
Follo grips you like you could evaporate that very second. His fists white knuckle your shirt, bunching the fabric up in his sweaty palms as he (very sloppily) mimics your ministrations. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, savoring it before you inevitably pulled away. And when you did Follo let out the cutest little whine.
You hold his face in your palm, looking into his eyes which were as wide as saucers.
"I love you...you're so brave, and handsome. I mean I really, really mean it when I say you're my knight in shining armor." You press another kiss to his nose.
Yeah...you were gonna be the death of him. And damn if he didn't die happy.
a/n: and then he busts in his pants bc praise kink/j
Do I look like him you? (request) Art by remonucha
Zanka had accepted the chemical and dye scent emanating from your room as part of your charm and chaotic attitude.
Every few weeks, you transformed into a completely new canvas. He had learned to decipher your ever-changing identity by the color of your roots, loving the vibrant transition from neon blues to pastel purples.
When you first met Rudo, you sported a striking head of bubblegum pink hair. You leaned forward, letting your bright locks fall as you surveyed the reserved and intense boy, flashing him a warm smile that instantly made him shift uncomfortably. Zanka watched your every move from the sidelines, as you immediately tried to make the boy feel at home.
A few months passed, and your pink hair faded to a muted coral hue, signaling that it was time for a change. You spent an entire afternoon observing Rudo while the group relaxed, your eyes fixed on the unique and striking part in his hair.
"Your hair is great, Rudo," you blurted out, resting your chin on your palm. "The contrast is amazing. I think I'll give it a try."
Rudo blinked, turning a light pink, and mumbled something incoherent about how his hair was just like that.
Zanka, who was sitting nearby, tensed up. He glanced at Rudo's hair and then at you. A sudden, uncomfortable weight settled in his chest. Jealousy. He knew it was a ridiculous emotion, but seeing you so fixated on the Spherine's style wounded his pride.
The next day, you debuted the look. You had perfectly copied Rudo's exact pattern, making the striking contrast frame your face beautifully. When Rudo saw you, his eyes widened, and he gave you a rare, genuine smile, murmuring that it looked good on you.
Zanka, however, nearly choked on his drink. For the next three weeks, every time he looked at you, he was reminded of the guy who'd bathed him in poop. Every time you walked past a mirror and complimented your own hair, Zanka would mutter under his breath, cross his arms, and look away. He missed his girl, not the other version of Rudo. He wanted you to look at him with that same inspiration.
You weren't blind. You noticed how Zanka's jaw tightened whenever you mentioned hair dye, and how he'd stopped running his fingers through your hair when you sat together on the couch. Realizing you'd pushed his patience a little too far, you decided it was time for the next scheduled change, but with a very specific twist.
One rainy Tuesday, Zanka kicked open your bedroom door, exhausted after a long day of dealing with work. The room smelled strongly of hair dye again. He sighed, mentally preparing himself to see the look kept or changed to something more inspired by Rudo.
"Hey," you called from the bathroom. You came out, drying the ends of your freshly washed hair with a towel. Zanka froze, his boots glued to the floor.
The black tips were gone. In their place, your hair was dyed an identical reflection of Zanka's signature style, capturing the exact same tones and attitude he wore every day.
You looked at him through your damp bangs, a soft, teasing smile playing on your lips.
"What do you think? I think this style suits me way better."
Zanka's breath caught in his throat. The irritation that had been simmering for weeks melted instantly, replaced by a burning heat in his cheeks. He covered the lower part of his face with his hand, trying to hide the huge, goofy grin spreading across his face, but his bright red ears gave him away completely.
"You're such an idiot," he muttered huskily as he leaned closer and roughly pulled you against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Finally, he ran his fingers through your hair again, gripping the strands tightly. "Don't ever change it again. Leave it like this."
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Jealous jerk."
"Shut up," he growled affectionately, kissing the top of your head, finally satisfied that you were matching with the only guy who truly mattered.
A high-pitched laugh echoed through the training yard, a sharp, breathless, and completely uncontrollable laugh.
You stood a few steps away, holding a clean towel and a water bottle, watching Zanka cover his face with both hands. His shoulders were shaking violently. Every time he tried to pull his hands away to look at you, a fresh wave of intense blush hit his face, and he was once again overcome by a fit of breathless giggles.
"Zanka? Are you okay?" you asked, taking a step toward him. "Did I say something wrong?"
"N-No!" he squealed, his voice cracking slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to channel his usual stern, battle-ready demeanor. "It's just... you can't just say things like that out of the blue! It's not fair!"
You blinked in disbelief. All you had done was hand him his water and mention how amazing his technique looked during today's session. You had specifically praised the fluid precision of his attacks, noting how his intense dedication made him look utterly captivating and reliable every time he wielded Assistaff. You meant every word, but you hadn't expected the usually stoic Zanka Nijiku to completely melt into a sea of giggles.
"But it's true," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "You really are the most reliable person here. You're amazing, Zanka."
He let out another loud, stifled gasp behind his hands, his ears turning a bright crimson that contrasted hilariously with his hair.
"Stop! Stop it!" he laughed, the sound bubbling from his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain a tough expression, but the moment he made eye contact with you, his lips trembled, forming a wide, goofy grin. "A-Amazing? Me? I mean, just an average guy? But... hehe... do you really think I look fascinating?"
"I do," you teased gently, invading his personal space. Zanka was practically vibrating with nervous energy, his tough-guy persona completely shattered by a few sincere words. He buried his face in the towel you gave him, letting out a series of muffled, joyful giggles that warmed your heart.
bunnyboy!follo and catgirl!reader smut...and catgirl!reader teases follo for being such a soft little cottontail who's all squeak no nibble and he gets all flustered and tries to bite back but you always seem to know how to get his tongue! (you are a cat after all)
then you both go into heat and he's all subby but then it gets to the point he shuts his brain off and just fucks you until you both blackout at the same time...
Tw: Hurt, mentions of sh, mentions of blood, comfort
Zanka had always perceived you as a happy and calm person. Your presence always brought him comfort, and he was aware that it did the same for many of the people around you. You had many qualities he valued, and although he would never admit it out loud, he was deeply in love with youโฆ and would never allow anything to hurt you.
But he would always blame himself for not noticing sooner.
โโ โ โโ
The conversation among the team flowed as usual, like always, but something about your behavior began to feel out of place.
You kept glancing at the door repeatedly. You didnโt seem to be paying attention to the conversation. You only laughed when someone said, โisnโt that right, Y/N? Haha!โ, and Zanka was almost certain you were on the verge of crying. He could tell by the way you blinked forcefully and how you kept bringing your hands to your forearms and your legs over and over again. Not to mention how hard it was to ignore the glassy shine in your eyes.
Zanka decided to ignore it, thinking it was just in his head. Maybe you were exhausted from todayโs mission and were just waiting for the moment to leave โhe did the same when he wanted to disappearโ but even so, the unease wouldnโt leave him.
Finally, you stood up and walked out.
And even though he felt an almost unbearable urge to follow you, he chose not to.
That was his first mistake.
Zanka tried to keep up with the conversation naturally, but he simply couldnโt focus. Something felt wrong, heavy, and he knew it. It felt familiarโฆ like something he had experienced beforeโฆ when Enjin found him in the pit.
He couldnโt help but remember the way you touched your arms nervously, running your fingers along your forearms and pressing your hands tightly against your legs, as if somethingโ hurt.
Something in his head clicked. He didnโt know exactly what, he just knew he had to find you.
โZanka? Where are you going?โ Bro asked when he stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, from the table.
Zanka looked at everyone for a second. Several confused gazes were fixed on him. He blinked a couple of times, gripping his staff with a calm he didnโt feel.
โโฆIโll clean Lovely.โ
Without further explanation, he left the dining hall.
It was his second mistake to have waited so long.
โโ โ โโ
He walked through almost the entire facility, looking for you. He went to your room first and knocked on the door several times. No answer.
He frowned slightly before opening the door. Empty.
His pulse quickened.
He turned on his heel, moving faster now. He thought of the gymโฆ but then he heard it: a low, uneven sound.
A whimper.
It came from one of the hallway bathrooms.
Zanka froze in place.
For a second, he thought he had imagined it. His mind could play tricks on him, he knew that. He took a step forward to keep going, but he couldnโt.
The feeling in his chest became unbearable, so he turned back.
He stood in front of the door and knocked twice, firmly.
โHeyโฆ uhโฆ are you okay in there?โ his voice came out more controlled than he felt. His expression, as always, remained stoicโฆ but his eyes didnโt.
โYes!โ the response came too quickly, and too shaky. He recognized your voice immediately.
Zanka closed his eyes for a moment. โY/N.โ
His hand pressed against the door.
โOpen it.โ
โNoโ Iโm fine, reallyโโ
โPlease.โ he didnโt raise his voice, he was too worried in that moment to get agitated.
There was another second of silence. Then, a clumsy, rushed sound: the lock giving way.
The door opened just a few centimeters, but it was enough for him. He let out a heavy breath and gently pushed, just enough to step inside.
The world stopped.
His gaze dropped.
Blood.
Your hands.
Your arms.
The air left his lungs.
He stood completely still for one, two seconds.
Too long.
โโฆWhat are you doing?โ the question came out low. Cracked at a point that was barely noticeable.
You reacted immediately, trying to hide your arms against your body, stepping back.
โItโs nothingโโ
โStop.โ Zanka stepped forward firmly until he stood right in front of you.
His eyes stayed on you, avoiding looking down againโฆ avoiding confirming what he had already seen.
โWhat happenedโฆ?โ
You didnโt answer. You didnโt even try.
Your breathing was uneven. Your hands trembled.
โZanka, noโ itโs not what it looks likeโโ
โThen tell me what it is.โ
His voice remained low, controlled, but now there was something else in it.
Something that hurt.
You shook your head, pressing your lips together, as if any word would break you completely.
โI justโโ
You broke.
Zanka clenched his fists.
He wasnโt angry at you, he never would be.
He was angry at himself.
โI was there,โ he muttered, more to himself than to you. โYou were right in front of me.โ
He took another step.
His body nearly against yours as his hands lifted, not knowing where to place them or what to do, his staff forgotten against one of the bathroom walls behind him.
โAnd I didnโt see it.โ
You looked away, ashamed, trying to wipe your tears with the back of your hand.
โYou donโt have toโโ
โYes.โ he interrupted immediately. Not harsh, just certain. โYes, I do.โ
Silence fell between you, heavy. Zankaโs chest ached at the sight of you like thisโ how could he not have noticed before? You were always so happy, always showing your best face to everyone, supporting them unconditionallyโฆ but who was there for you?
Zanka exhaled slowly, as if trying to organize something he didnโt know how to say.
โLet me see.โ
โNoโโ you refused immediately.
โY/N.โ his tone shifted slightly. Softer.
Closer.
โLet me help you.โ
You hesitated.
Your hands lowered just a little.
Zanka brought a hand to your arms, looking into your eyesโ red, teary, swollen. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, filled with pain.
โCan I?โ
You nodded faintly.
But that small gesture was enough.
His fingers touched your wrist carefully, as if he feared hurting you more. He turned your arm slightly, observing without looking away this time.
He didnโt say anything at first.
He just breathed slowly.
With his jaw tense.
โโฆThis is going to sting a little,โ he murmured.
It wasnโt said with cruelty or threat, his voice was filled with concern and he was doing everything he could to stay calm and not break down crying right there with you, he knew that wasnโt what you needed in that moment.
He took what he needed, improvising with what was available in the bathroom. He cleaned carefully, with a precision that left no doubt: he had done this before.
The silence wasnโt uncomfortable.
Your shoulders began to tremble.
And Zanka noticed, but didnโt say anything right away.
He just finished bandaging carefully before speaking again.
โYou donโt have to hide from me.โ his words were soft.
You looked up, your eyes still wet.
โโฆI didnโt want you to see it.โ
Zanka held your gaze fully, for the first time.
โI know. But I already did.โ there was no reproach, only a raw truth.
He lowered his gaze for a second, as if choosing his next words carefully.
โI donโt understand everything.โ admitting it wasnโt easy for him. โButโฆ Iโm not going anywhere.โ
Your lips trembled.
โZankaโฆโ
He hesitated just a little.
Then, carefully, he placed a hand on your shoulder.
He didnโt pull you close abruptly, nor force you.
gotta be the saddest shit ive seen all day. he IS a minor. your shipping him with a man who's almost 30. dude..your the type of person to say "I HATE PEDOS!" and then go making pedo ships..I'm not saying enjin is one..but y'all are over here making comics about Zanka wanting to be graped.
this is sick and disgusting, I can not believe some people are like this, your supporting pedophilia btw, this is why people call anime weird, because of people like this making this weird shit
hi iโm not good with describing smut but follo with a โcockyโ partner that rides him until he canโt take it anymore??
๐ฃฒโJust a little too much..?๏ฝกห
โคท S/O!Follo x cocky!reader (following the request!) (หถห แต หหถ) .แ.แ
โข headcanons - very suggestive / MDNI!! - OOC!
โข warnings! Explicit / suggestive!
a/nโs! I wasnโt originally planning on writing anything explicit like this, but I thought about it, and since I want to write and help people feel seen and comforted, leaving out people who might find comfort in sexual activities didnโt really feel right since I know there are people out there who do like it, so I tried my best!! Iโm sorry if itโs not very well written!
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โข When you start..
แฏ Follo.. who canโt help but tense up when heโs laid on his back, muscle tensing against the sheets as they scrunch up underneath him.
แฏ also gets distracted admiring you when youโre above him, your face dangling above his, part of him hope youโre let him kiss you, but youโre in the mood to be a bit of a tease.
แฏ and gets embarrassed when you pull away to straddle him, your hands gently resting on the sides of his torso, rubbing the skin with your thumbs as tenderly as you can as his stomach and chest rise with shaky breaths.
โข Getting breathlessโฆ
แฏ when you decide to stop teasing him and let yourself take him in the way he wanted,
แฏ you can hear the short and brief sounds of muffled groans stifled by his bitten lips as heโs made to feel everything, the warmth and the way your hips eventually meet his when full lowered.
แฏ letting your hand move away from where it was planted on the bedsheets, you raise it to gently caress his jaw before using your thumb to part his lips.
แฏ his eyesโ half liddedโ look up at you as you move, you watch his irises follow you as you lift yourself up and sink yourself back down, his now unlocked jaw letting out sweeter sounds than youโd thought were allowed.
แฏ thereโs a short and shocked breath that huffed out from his lungs as you constrained around him, loosening before cinching him once again.
โข Desperation..
แฏ Follo, who starts to whine when you move yourself faster than before, he feels like heโs being struck by waves as you go on and on.
แฏ the way his mouth salivated at the sight of you, sweat dripping onto his and mixing into the sheets as he felt his eyes water.
แฏ starting to beg, you roll your hips down to meet his, the contact jolting his as his hands wrapping around your waist, fingers resting on your lower back.
แฏ his palms needed into your sides as he became more desperate, you slowed your pace, becoming more concentrated and stalled, his legs began to shake as the feeling built but did overflow like how he wanted it to.
แฏ buckling his hips against yours but you drag your hands down to push them back to the base of the mattress to continue the slow, ribbing build up and motion.
โข Giving into his pleas..
แฏ Follo, who practically worships you with the way his hands cradle your upper body, lips quivering as he speaksโ โplease..โ you heard, the shiver of his body proving he needed the edge.
แฏ you lean down to press yourselves together, your chest against his as his arms fully wrapped around you, your knees digging into the bed as you sped up your hips, the sounds of skin against skin together as your breath reached his ears, and his reached yours.
แฏ the warmth tickled the corners of it, and as you finally gave into his begging you contracted around him once more, with a final few movements, engulfing and releasing him, the release felt like relief.
แฏ it culminated together as you relaxed against him, his body bearing your weightโ not that he cared, as he finally managed to kiss you like he wanted.
แฏ his lips were salty from the whiny tears, slightly chapped but still stops as you chuckled against his lips with a breath and kissed him back.
โข Aftercare..
แฏ Follo, who first and foremost, lets you collapse beside him to cuddle you, the duvet blanket tangling between your legs as he rubbed your shoulder softly and kissed it.
แฏ โyou were so mean..โ he joked while you gently pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing the tip of it with your thumb before pecking his cheeks.
แฏ if your legs were too cramped from the earlier movement, heโd clean you up without complaint, if they werenโt then youโd both shower together before dressing.
แฏ either way, the night always ends with cuddling.
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โข itโs Addie here! Thereโs so much about this that Iโm not a fan of.. Iโve never actually written anything explicit, and so I tried my best, but Iโm not used to writing anything beyond something suggestive so I hope itโs okay! โแข. .แขโ
The weight of your words (zanka x reader) pt.6 FINALE:c
The morning sun filtered through the small window of Zankaโs room, casting a warm, golden glow across the messy tangle of blankets. The usual sharp scent of his polishing oils and cedarwood was overtaken by something softerโthe unmistakable, lingering warmth of the two of you together.
You woke up slowly, shifting against the mattress. Every muscle in your body felt heavy, pleasantly exhausted, and thoroughly loved.
When you moved, Zankaโs arm automatically tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest. He was still half-asleep, his breathing deep and even, but the protective instinct was entirely awake. Your skin slid against his with an intimate, frictionless warmth, a quiet reminder of just how little clothing was left scattered on his floor from the night before.
You tilted your head back to look at him. His face was soft in sleep, completely stripped of his usual rigid, duty-bound tension. But as your hand traced the line of his collarboneโnoticing the faint, darkening mark your lips had left thereโZankaโs eyelashes fluttered open.
The moment his eyes met yours, reality crashed into his brain.
A furious, bright crimson blush immediately erupted across his cheeks, plunging down his neck and coloring his entire chest. He blinked rapidly, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you were completely tangled up in his sheets, straddling his leg, with his arms locked securely around you.
"Y-You're awake," Zanka choked out, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from sleep. He looked like he wanted to pull the blanket over his face, but he refused to let go of your waist. "Good morning."
"Good morning," you smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jawline.
Zanka whimpered into the pillow, his shoulders shaking with a breathless, giddy laugh. "Please, don't start already. My heart can't take it. After last night, I didn't think it was possible to feel any more flustered, but you... you prove me wrong every single day."
"You didn't seem very flustered last night," you teased softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You seemed pretty confident."
The blush on his face deepened to a near-impossible shade of purple. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he groaned. "That's because of you. Every word you say to me... it completely takes over. I just wanted to show you how much I love you. I didn't know how else to say it."
You wrapped your arms around his broad back, holding him close. The journey from a flustered warrior who couldn't accept a compliment to the man holding you bare-skinned in his bed was complete. He didn't just hear your words anymore; he lived them.
A heavy, deliberate knock suddenly shattered the quiet room.
"Zanka! Training starts in twenty minutes!" Enjinโs loud voice boomed through the wooden door, followed by a low, knowing chuckle. "The others are already at the hall. Take your time, but don't make it obvious why you're late!"
Zanka froze, his eyes going wide with pure panic as Enjinโs footsteps faded down the hall. He looked down at you, completely mortified, but the sheer absurdity of the moment broke the tension. You burst into a quiet laugh, and after a second, Zanka joined inโa rich, happy sound that filled the room.
He leaned up, placing a firm, lingering kiss on your lips, his hand cupping your cheek with a tenderness that anchored you completely.
"Let them talk," Zanka whispered against your mouth, a confident, soft smile finally breaking through his blush.
You hurriedly got dressed and slipped out ofย Zankaโs room, heading toward the training hall through the back corridors.ย Zankaย arrived just a few minutes after you, desperately trying to look nonchalant as he adjusted his gear, though his hair was still slightly damp and messy.
The moment you both walked into the main hall, the atmosphere shifted.
Riyoย paused mid-stretch, her eyes darting between you andย Zankaย with a knowing, mischievous smirk. A few other Cleaners exchanged subtle, amused glances.ย Enjinย was leaning against the wall, taking a slow sip from his mug, looking entirely too smug as he gave Zanka a tiny, mocking salute with his eyes.
Zanka stiffened instantly, his shoulders squaring up rigidly as he tried to ignore the heavy silence. He looked straight ahead, but the bright crimson flush crawling up the back of his neck gave him away completely.
Before either of you could slip away to different sides of the room, Rudo marched right up to the two of you. He had his arms crossed, his dark eyes narrowed in a mix of genuine annoyance and confusion.
"Hey," Rudo barked, pointing a finger directly at Zanka. "Did either of you hear that loud-ass noise last night? There was this constant, heavy banging against the wall right next to my quarters. I swear it sounded like a stray Aberrant Aberration was trying to break through the building."
Zanka froze entirely. The crimson flush on his neck exploded across his face, turning his cheeks a violent, impossible shade of purple. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a high-pitched, strangled choke came out.
"I couldn't sleep at all because of it," Rudo grumbled, entirely oblivious as he turned his sharp gaze toward you. "It kept stopping and starting, and then it would get way louder. Seriously, if some junk or equipment fell over in the back storage rooms, you two need to go clean it up right now. It's driving me crazy."
Across the room, Enjin suddenly choked on his drink, turning around to cough into his fist to hide his booming laughter. Riyo had completely given up on stretching and was now hiding her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently with silent giggles.
"R-Rudo," Zanka finally managed to wheeze out, his voice cracked and incredibly flustered as he gripped his Vital Instrument tightly just to keep his hands from shaking. "It was... it was just a loose shutter. Or training equipment shifting. It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"A loose shutter doesn't make rhythmic thumping sounds, Zanka," Rudo snapped back, crossing his arms tighter and scoffing. "Whatever it was, fix it tonight. I'm trying to get actual rest so I can train."
With a final, irritated huff, Rudo turned on his heel and walked away to grab his gear.
The second Rudo was out of earshot, Zanka buried his face entirely in his hands, his broad shoulders trembling as a breathless, mortified groan escaped him. You stepped a little closer, your shoulder brushing his as you hid a smile.
"Tonight," you whispered softly, leaning in just enough so only he could hear, "we'll have to be a little quieter."
Zanka peeked through his fingers, his eyes wide and completely undone by your words, a helpless, giddy smile breaking through his ultimate embarrassment.
โโGHETTO LOVE STORY???โโ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐โบ๐๐๐ง.
. The GACHIAKUTA men get called 'Bro' and they aren't happy about it.
๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช: Ghetto Love Story
๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ :: (SEPERATE) Enjin, Gris, Bro, Zodyl, Tamsy, August, Corvus, Follo, Jabber, Regto(Taken place in the past.), (AgedUp!)Zanka, and Rudo
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐: This Smau is just straight bullshit Lol. Lots of memes maybe some OOC. Warning for Zanka's: He made a joke abt women but that's it. Rudo's is a little angsty, sorry ๐ Tamsy is a bit of a stoic dickhead but nothing else that major. It might sound a bit repetitive so that's mb. GACHIAKUTA is so much fun to write for especially Follo and Zanka they are the FUNNEST to write for, which is crazy because I was never that crazy about either of them. Oh yeah btw sorry about the quality drop, the SS on my phone are just buns in this app.
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