Angel

“ … show me why im even able to speak. “ she/he my sister da goat zanka and yuta nonsharing yume :3

[mit0bee]

Gachiakuta characters (can be as many as you want) react to S/O hugging them for the first time!!

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING!

hugging the gachi guys for the first time after a long separation!

characters: Enjin, Zanka Nijiku, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines

warnings: fluff! fem!implied reader but no gendered pronouns or descriptions, four characters so they're a bit shorter than id usually do, user has hair in their face in tamsys (not specified to be bangs or not) HAOPPY BEIRHDAY LEONA and sorry enjin truthers i could not think of anything for him for once....

m.list (asks still open!)

the first time you hug enjin, hes IMMEDIATELY HUGGING YOU BACK

it was a muscle memory. he has three kids, so he is used to the hugs.

hugs from enjin are really tight. they arent as bone crushing good as gris, but hes wrapping his arms around your waist and peppers your face with kisses.

The second Enjin walked into your room, you wrapped your arms around him. You hadn't seen him in three weeks due to a mission, meaning you deeply, dearly missed your boyfriend. He let out a quiet 'oof' and hugged you back. "Wohohoah." He laughed, patting your lower back, "I was only gone for a few weeks. What's with the sudden hug?" He pressed a gentle peck to the crown of your head. "Nothin'..." You mumbled into his thick shirt, "Just missed you, that's all..." Your cheeks were slightly pink now, and you squeezed him tighter. He returned the gesture, using his blunt nails to scratch your back. "Whatever you say, darling."

zanka is the type to completely freeze. he's pretty touchstarved id say, so he's prone to freezing up with sudden contact.

thats not to say he doesn't like it, though. he'd be attached to your hip all day if it wouldn't ruin his Street Cred™.

he 100% hides his face in your neck to make sure you can't see his blush.

"Ghk..!" Zankas' hands freeze behind your shoulders, unable to move for the first few moments. You had never hugged him before. What was he supposed to do?

Then, he squeezes you back with one arm, dirty clothes in the other. He was trying very hard to not to squeeze you too hard (aka, squeeze you at all).

"I missed you so much." You explained, taking in the scent of clean soap and shampoo. He was still dripping water all over your room from his recent trip. You didn't care. Suddenly, your lover dropped his pile of clothes on the floor, wrapping the other arm around you and hiding his nose in your neck. Your hands quickly began to card through his hair. He melted into your touch, pulling your body into his. "Missed you too." He mumbled between sweet kisses to your pulse, "Missed you a whole bunch."

100% lifts you up and spins you around happily

life is good when your s/o hugs you

his hugs will take the breath out of your lungs. he can crack your back, or do that thingie where he squishes your cheeks in his arm.

gris arms........... drools.

"Gris!!" You sprinted out of the Headquarters entrance with your arms open. You were still in your pajamas, but neither of you cared. You had only been told he was coming home early minutes ago. You would've dolled up if you had time. The second he saw you, Gris dropped his bags, bracing to receive you. His face was plastered with a giddy smile, and he laughed as you desperately ran. When you crashed into him, he effortlessly picked you up and twirled you around in circles. He didn't let you go once he slowed, his palms snaking around you to give you a tight hug. "You're excited." He grinned, resting his forehead on yours, "Sorry it took me so long to get back. I love you." Bringing one hand to cradle your neck, your lover pushed a sweet kiss onto your lips, unwilling to let go. It was only when you both began to run out of air that he separated from you. You let out a breathy laugh, fixing his askew hat. "I love you too. Don't ever leave for that long again." "I won't. Promise."

he's like the perfect balance here.

his hugs are featherlight, though. he'd tickle your back by slowly running his fingertips across your skin.

he's just bugging you at one point.

Tamsy couldn't help the smile on his face when you saw him. Your eyes widened, and you dropped your book onto the common room floor. You looked like you saw a ghost, and it wasn't unexpected. He wasn't supposed have been back for another week. "Tamsy!" You shot up from your place on the couch, pushing your way through the other bystanders to wrap your arms around him. He chuckled, patting and stroking your head with one hand while his other hand creeped under your shirt. "I'm back, my love." He whispered into your ear, breath tickling your skin. He brushed your hair out of your face, drinking in your clear features. He pinched your cheek teasingly with the same hand, "Did you miss me?" "Obviously." You nodded, "You've been gone for a month." You hugged him tighter. His hand tickled the hair on your back as you tried to move away from it. He only snickered when you glared up at him. "I missed you."

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[fumiscripts]

I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US—BUT I KINDA HOPE THEY CATCH US ༄ ⋆ ˚

risking getting caught making out just for the thrill of it.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋: 1.1k; gn!reader; suggestive-ish; established relationship

— note! new format kinda... sorry for the slop I've been thinking of how much I wanted to kiss this guy breathless

masterlist.

you're gonna be zanka's end one of these days.

he burned under your touch, ears tinted pink as your hands traveled up his shoulders, fingers ghosting the sides of his neck. zanka swallows under the weight of your gaze, throat bobbing when you press closer, cornering him into the wall.

"we really should go–" his words trail off with a hitch when your hands settle on his jaw, cupping his cheek. zanka's at a loss for words, speechless and flustered, protests dying on his tongue the moment you lean in. a gentle and tentative touch of lips at first, before being more firm.

he really should get going. get to work and get the report for his latest mission ready. but, damn, your lips on his feel good. he shouldn't be indulging in this—messing around and making out behind the stairs near the headquarters' training grounds like this was some sort of tryst. he knew there were people who wanted to use the field in a few minutes, too, for fuck's sake. you'd be caught if you stayed too long.

damn it, he loved when you kissed him, though.

he should be better than this: caving in to your whims just because he can't seem to say no to you.

you pull away for a second, and he catches himself before his body could betray him and chase after you. his eyes are half-lidded, breathing speeding up, red dusting his cheeks. zanka's hands clench. practically trembling where it was gripping the fabric of your shirt, wanting so badly to wrap around your midriff and pull you closer. you're tempting. and it's like his resiliance gets thrown out the window when it comes to you.

zanka melts when you kiss him again, angling your head this time, deepening the contact. he hesitates, before wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you in until your chests press against each other's, heartbeats synced in the way they speed up. your lips feel familiar—soft and warm against his own—and he thinks he could drown in your taste. he's weak for the feelings you give him.

he's panting by the time you break for air, and he's sure he must be looking pathetic, with how you had that look in your eyes. the one you have whenever you insist he looks particularly cute. he hated it, really. it's just that his heart gets all erratic whenever you find him endearing. he swears it's out of his control. his breath hitches as your hand traces patterns on his nape, fingers twirling the darker strands of hair that fell over his neck. "still thinking about going?"

he frowns, but it doesn't give it's desired effect. especially with how he looks like he doesn't ever want to move away from where you had him. "i guess we have time," he grumbles, the rest of his resistance crumbling away at your touch, your presence, and your lips on him. "but ya ain't keepin' me here longer than five minutes, ya hear?" his murmurs die down as you kiss his jaw, then his cheek, then leave quick, successive kisses all over his face.

it's risky to be doing all this out in a public space where someone might see. the thought of someone from akuta possibly catching him like this is humiliating—and he knows he'd be teased to the ends of the ground and back.

but, damn, he loved this. hiding around and making out with you like this is a dirty little secret. being all over each other, hanging on the thrill of trying to keep this relationship as lowkey as he could. it excites him more than he thought it should.

you press your lips on the corner of his mouth, teasing. he bites back a noise , grasping you tighter as you crowd into his space to the point there's countless points of contact. he loves the proximity. the intimacy. the feeling of being so near, you're tangled up to the point the lines of where one ends and the other begins blur. it's like his resistance and hesitation all crumble down, and all he can think of is how he just can't get close enough.

zanka pulls you in this time, tired of you kissing him everywhere but where he wanted. one of his hands reach the back of your head, guiding you to lock lips with his. something in his chest flutters everytime he draws you in, thudding against his ribcage like it wanted to reach to you. he feels your tongue trace the seam of his lips, and fuck, he invites you in all too eagerly.

it's a dance he knows the steps to, drowning in your presence, tongue meeting yours as you take your time turning him into putty in your hands. zanka's free hand presses against the small of your back, holding you like an anchor. he's dizzy and disoriented, and he wants nothing more than to get lost in the sensations you give him. aphyxiated, in a way. suffocating in all your loving that his greed can't get enough of. he wanted all the affection you could give him.

when you—unfortunately—break away to breathe, he's left dazed, lips wet and and eyes hazy. you laugh softly, and he grouches, but his complaints aren't as believable anymore. not that they were convinving, in the first place. the world is spinning, and he feels too warm. you had a way of taking his breath away. if you kiss him again, he might as well forget what he planned to do for the rest of the day.

but all you ever did was make things worse for his heart.

"what are ya plannin' now?" zanka tries to deadpan, but he figured it's hard to take him seriously when you can feel him squirm under your gaze. you look like you want to eat him whole. consume his being entirely and devour him. he's long since realized he'd let you wreck him, as long as that meant he could merge your existances into one.

you didn't reply. didn't need to. your lips trailing to his neck was an answer of it's own. he quivers, biting his bottom lip as you mouth at the sliver of exposed skin of his throat. he should stop you. remind you where you were, and how you're just a door away from being caught. but that's the last thing on his mind, too caught up on the kisses on his neck, deft fingers making their way up to tug down the collar of his jacket.

"fuckin' vulture…" zanka weakly grunts out, but he tips his head back, anyway, offering more of his neck to you, moving to zip down the upper part of his top.

you're seriously going to be the end of him.

gachiakuta taglist (ask to be added!): @neversam @reverielaced @froggygothamlover

© fumiscripts ✦

[hanimint]

You're Zanka's favorite place

You'd been sitting on the common room couch for hours.

Others came and went, noticing you were still in the same spot, afraid to move. When they approached you, they understood why.

If Team Child burst in, you quickly told them to be quiet. When Rudo came in with Enjin and Riyo, they just exchanged knowing smiles and left without another word.

Zanka was lying across your lap, fast asleep, and every time someone came in making noise, you were afraid they might wake him. You knew he hadn't been sleeping well lately; he'd been training day and night to become, in his words, "the best version of himself," and seeing him sleep so peacefully gave you peace.

Just as you were about to finish reading, he finally woke up. His eyes met yours, and you smiled, stroking his hair.

"Sorry, did I fall asleep?" He asked, his voice sounding even more tired than usual. He didn't even try to get up; he was truly comfortable with his head resting on your lap.

"It's okay," you replied, setting your book aside and stroking his cheek. "You must be very tired."

He reached down and took your hand in his, gently stroking each of your fingers before kissing the back of your hand.

"I'm still tired," he murmured, closing his eyes again. You chuckled softly and went back to reading. You didn't even have time to adjust your position or stretch your legs, but it didn't matter; you were in your favorite spot.

[freakasaa]

𝒢𑄺 — Zanka wont say you’re dating, but there will be signs

—————

#1

Rudo’s had a long day, fighting trash beasts, training exhausted him at the end of the day— and all he wants to do is unwind and relax with the others before bed.

but he notices something.

when did you and Zanka get so…close?

he is well aware you guys are close, but as he chats with the other cleaners, his eyes drift to the two of you, half engaged in the conversation, the other half of you too busy giggling at something Zanka said, his arm lazily resting on the back of the couch behind you.

“when did zanka become funny?” Rudo mutters in confusion, not intending to say it out loud. Zanka, you and enjin, who’s smirking mischievously as if he knows something Rudo doesn’t, look at him. “what? did you say my name?” zanka asks, slightly suspicious.

Rudo’s ears flush red, turning away from his gaze, “oh- uhh, nothing.” he plays it off not-so cooly, but Zanka just shrugs, going back to his past conversation.

He notices it all, the way zanka subtly shifts closer to you, how he leans in close to talk to you, and his cheeks— which are dusted with pink.

Zanka surprisingly doesn’t mind the proximity too, your head is borderline resting on his chest, and your knees are pressed together, he would’ve instantly moved away if it was anyone else.

but its different when its you.

———

#2

the mission didn’t go as planned, there were casualties— too many— including you. zanka hasn’t left your side once, he’s hunched over where you lay in the infirmary, your body covered in cuts and bruises as you sleep off your injuries from earlier.

rudo comes in to visit, his hands holding a little bouquet of sweet scented flowers, and enjin towers behind him. He stands beside Zanka, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“she’ll be alright, don’t worry too much, eh?” he says, but zanka doesn’t look up, his eyes remained glued to your face just waiting for you to wake up and to tell him your okay.

Rudo steps forward hesitantly, placing the flowers beside your bed, he spots zanka holding your hand tight, thumb stroking along your knuckles, which are painted with dark bruises and grazes.

he finally glances up and the two others, his face pale with worry and eyes blown wide from earlier adrenaline. “You don’t look so good.” Rudo states, taking in his complexion.

Enjin snorts, “he’s worried about his girl- of course.” his hand goes up to ruffle his hair, as zanka attempts to hide his face, which is bright pink with slight embarrassment from being so openly called out.

his girl? interesting…

———

#3

Zanka’s sick— as much as he tried to deny it and play it off, he found himself at your bedroom door in the middle of the night, sweaty and restless from his current inability to rest.

“zanka?” you question quietly, your voiced laced with worry. “whats wrong?” he steps into your room, and his head finds your shoulder, burying his face into it. “i…i don’t feel good,”

you help him to get comfy in your bed, the comforting smell of you from the duvets puts him at ease. as you place a cool towel on his forehead, there is a soft knock at the door. confused at who may be here at this hour, you approach and open the door— its rudo.

“hey, i—“ he freezes when he notices zanka in your bed, the tips of his ears flushing. “is this a bad time?” you smile, shaking your head softly. zanka sits up in bed, looking quite obviously dazed and half asleep— unaware who awaits at the door.

he groans softly, “come backkkk, its cold..” and rudo’s blush deepens, he’s never seen zanka in a state like this, so soft and needy.

weird.

———

#4

its early morning, the sun barely grazing the horizon in a soft yellow hew. most of the cleaners remain in their rooms or are out on missions.

Rudo woke up early, heading downstairs to grab some water— but he was not expecting to see you and zanka kissing on one of the couches. he clears his throat awkwardly, making you both look up and gasp. Zanka abruptly removes his hands from your waist. “shit.”

you simply laugh it off, whilst zanka hides his face in your neck. rudo is stunned, unable to move from where he is standing.

kissing isn’t what friends do.

—

rudo is traumatised to say the least— he cant even look the both of you in the eye. He is sitting with you, enjin, zanka and riyo, the sun beginning to set after a long day, and you all find yourselves caught up in light-hearted chatter, whilst rudo stares into space.

“rudo?” riyo asks, waving her hand infront of his face. He jolts slightly. “oh—uhh, yeah?” he says, eyes darting around. “nothing, you look like you’ve seen a ghost though, whats up?”

you and zanka both look over at eachother, and rudo flushes bright red. “i…umm-“ he gets cut off by you, “he walked into me and zanka kissing.”

Enjin bursts out laughing, clutching at his stomach at the whole situation, zanka’s face spurring on his laughter. “they’ve been together for a while now— what, 7 months?” rudo’s eyes practically fall out his head, obviously having no idea about you and zanka’s relationship. riyo perks up, “yikes, you have alot of catching up to do.”

———

・ ꪖ/n : mb if this is buns ✌️anyways why is it so hot its only may, im not complaining tho

© freakasaa ★ mast.

[kukunomn]

— quiet of intimacy ⸝⸝ zanka x reader

.✦ ݁˖ anon ask, gn!reader, romantic intimacy — no sexual intimacy

The sound of water moving against porcelain was the only sound in the tiny bathroom that every dorm was equipped with. That's how it usually was—Zankas dorm was far away in the corridor, away from all the noise and ruckus that happened in the lounge rooms at HQ.

Zanka was more than happy with this. The calm, the quiet that he barely got as a cleaner. He liked to keep himself clean and every once in a while he would allow himself a bath and not a cold shower, an experience that is supposed to be relaxing.

However, Zanka could barely breathe right now. He wasn't sure why exactly you would trust him this much, but you had insisted on getting in the bath with him.

Zanka now sat mesmerised staring at your shoulder blades , trying not to give away how flustered he was. His hands cleaned your back, rough and calloused on your soft skin.

He couldn't get over how gorgeous you were, even when stripped bare and sat looking away from him. You truly were a work of art and Zanka found himself almost a bit shaky as he tried to act normal. He didn't want to act awkward when you allowed yourself to show such intimate trust.

'You should try giving people massages, Zanka,' you mumble, leaning into Zankas hands as he made sure to clean every bit of your skin. His breathing stopped for a second, too focused on making sure he did it perfectly.

'Stupid idea' he huffs back, and you only respond with a stiffled giggle at his usual response whenever you suggest something.

'You never like my ideas' You smile, leaning more of your weight onto Zanka until you're leaned against his chest.

'They're all stupid' Zanka mumbles in response, hiding his flushed face against your damp hair before you can see just how red he is. You could make him stumble over his words and get all nervous just by existing in the same room as him. . . now you're undressed before him, a final act of trust.

His hands found leverage on the muscle of your arms, gripping the flesh softly as he continued mumbling about your stupidity — but not without letting you rest against him.

[kukunomn]

the 'grumpy guy x energetic partner' is a classic when it comes to Zanka fics , but i really adore when the reader values proper time for being quiet and calm just as much as he does .

i think i'll write more about a quiet reader who isn't much for socialising and friends but who became close to Zanka because they can both just . . . kinda sit quietly without it being awkward .

Zanka's meditating or taking care of Lovely while reader is journaling or doing yoga , maybe reading and drinking a cup of tea . they both work so efficiently during missions because they understand eachothers need to fight on their own and split the mission in parts to take care of it by themselves .

[okaikisses]

bf!yutaokkotsu Who ever since you started dating he had so many little things hes do with you.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who would kiss your face until you woke up some days.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who always bought you trinkets or little snacks that he thought you would like.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who would restock your favorite products before they ran out.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who left you mini notes for you to find everywhere and anywhere about how much he loves you.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who is infatuated with your smile and would do anything to see it.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who loves your body glitter and how it gets absolutely everywhere.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who makes your favorite comfort meal whenever you’re feeling down.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who holds your hand all time because he feels your hands warm his.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who loves when you ramble about things you love and listens.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who shares wired earbuds with you to play your favorite songs.

bf!yutaokkotsu Who loves you so much.

a/n arigaytoe for reaDIHing 🥹✌️

[pykekt1p]

proud of these enough to post them

her name is angel like me :3

aint she a cutie

[theamericanstar]

can i get a fanfic where the reader actually has a backbone. doesn’t whine or cry constantly and doesn’t run back to the love interest when they do us wrong. it’s annoying in fanfics when we immediately run and cry instead of sticking up for ourself.

[faerisorbet]

whipping up cuteness in a kettle

[kukunomn]

17 is easily the age where the most stupid ideas materilaze in any teenagers head. 'i'm almost an adult anyway!', famous last words before getting black out drunk or having your first time with another person in bed.

zanka had barely kissed someone, though.

let alone tried any substance, let alone smoking.

personally, he found it stupid to willingly do something that harms your body in such a way. obviously he's used to the smell of it — Enjin always has a smoke in his mouth, that is — but he made sure he never inhaled much of the smoke left behind him.

he had never really had any overbearing urge to try smoking . . . until you appeared in his life.

wether he liked it or not he's fallen for you, despite the differences between you two. you weren't nearly as proper as zanka was but despite that he felt strangely drawn to you. he didn't mind the smoke surrounding you at all times, didn't mind how he smelled of it himself after another night spent talking in your room, just existing with you.

he had promised himself to never actually smoke though . . . he couldn't risk getting addicted and ruining his lungs, it would fuck with his stamina after all. you only laughed at him whenever he'd say stuff like that — it's not like he'd get addicted after one cigarette — but you respected his decision without further explanation.

it's just a cigarette, after all. thats what zanka told himself . . . even when he started to crave the smell of it when you weren't with him. or when he eyes it between your fingers when you sat by your window, making sure only a minimal amount of smoke got into your room.

it was only a matter of time before he really, really wanted to try one himself. it was like you said — no way he'd get addicted from just one cigarette!

it wouldn't hurt to try . . . except it really fucking hurt, his throat especially.

zanka coughed roughly at the burn, trying his hardest to keep the smoke in his mouth to not embarrass himself, just to fail horribly.

this was awful! how could you enjoy this? he looked up at you as he stopped coughing his lungs out, eyes slightly teary from it all.

'how do you even like this!' his voice was anything but amused, and you couldn't help to giggle at his question.

'i take you didn't' you answer, almost smugly as you put a hand on his cheek. to be fair, this was nice and it tasted kinda good — zanka could admit that.

but he'd much rather sit on the edge of your bed and just watch you do this . . . not be stupid enough to try smoking himself.

'you shouldn't smoke if you don't want too' you shrug, leaning in closer to put your forehead against zankas. the slight burn in his chest and being this close to his girlfriend made zankas mind cloudy, focused on not embarrassing himself further.

yet despite his attempts to seem completely cool, he frowned slightly at your words. 'it's not . . . i was just a bit surprised, that's all'

it didn't seem like you took him seriously, not by the way you smiled bigger after he tried making up an excuse for coughing.

'that's all?' you looked at him so sweetly, he could barely think like this. it wasn't fair how easily you could throw his nonchalant persona out the window just by smiling!

zanka huffed, rolling his eyes, and only got another giggle in reply. before he got another word in you took the cigarette from his fingers, leaning back the slightest bit to take a drag.

he sighs, opening his mouth to defend his pride yet again. 'it didn't affect me that bad, i can try–'

he didn't get another word out before your mouth was on his, an open mouthed kiss between you two. his first kiss ever, stolen by his girlfriend. (or, well, he didn't exactly mind that it was you, nor that you did it unprompted)

it even took him a couple of seconds to realise you were pushing smoke into his mouth, until he couldn't hold back another cough.

he pulled away, coughing into his elbow — only this time he had the taste of you on his lips, blending together with the cigarette smoke.

he didn't even feel embarrassed this time . . . just flustered.

and like he needed a bit more help to properly inhale the smoke, hopefully with more kissing involved.

this is awful and i'm tired so most probably there's some mayor grammar mistakes or misspelling . . . so sorry , but i had to get my thoughts out into the world T – T

[kukunomn]

honestly if i find out someone 'hates chiwa' i'm assuming they're sexist or just plainly lack any critical thinking

she's a victim to a corrupt system and was told that rudo was found murdering the man who took care of him . all she knew was rudo was framed as a murderer and she had only ever known this system , how would she know to go against it ?

calling chiwa a 'hoe' , 'bitch' , or any of the sort is inherently sexist . using objectifying words on a young girl because she couldn't see through the lies of a system that she grew up in is sexist

[sunarintaho]

yuta okkotsu’s first time fucking you from behind.

warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, timeskip characters, cursing, dating, sexual themes, suggestive, sweet dirty talk, praise, soft dom, whimpering and moaning, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, doggy, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), nipple play, clit play, squirting, creampie.

a/n: finger’s have been ACHING to write yuta for ages. i wrote him recently on my tiktok, but maki took the spotlight icl. ALL timeskip characters, oke? thanks for the support on my last post, ill try to be more consistent on here, mwa ! ;)

yuta could barely keep up with you— his little horny bunny who would drain his cock 24/7.

he loves when you take control, “you’re a fucking goddess.” he’d whine all day. and he meant it every single time.

but he wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

“my love-“ he pants in between kisses, trapping you in between his arms.

you pull away, undoing his belt, “take these off.” you bite your lip.

his cock springs out, bead of precum sitting on his flushed tip. “baby,” he hisses, cock twitching in your hand.

your stroke his shaft, dragging your lips across his neck, “oh fuck.”

yuta whimpers, cheeks tinting a rosy red, "baby-"

you twist your hand at his base, making him jerk up into your hand.

your small kisses turn into love bites, leaving red marks all over his neck that would turn purple by morning.

“bend over.” he murmurs.

you pull away, “what-“

he turns you over, bending you over the bed, “let me take care of you.” he hums, hand on the small of your back.

he pulls your shorts and panties off, revealing your wet pussy.

“oh fuck.” he slaps his cock against your ass, “arch your back for me, baby.”

you oblige, pussy begging for his cock. “fuck me, yu.” you plea, reaching back and spreading your hole for him.

he loudly moans at the obscenity, "my pretty angel." he coo'es, holding your hips as he feeds your cunt his dick, inch by inch.

"ah!" your head drops— the feeling was completely new. you had never felt him so deep.

your stretched pussy fluttered around him, "are you okay?" he sucks in air through his teeth, hips twitching.

"mhm!" you bite your lip, "m-move."

he goes slow at first, eyes rolling back as he goes deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"you feel so good." he praises you, fingers digging into your hips. "nngh!"

your arms shake as you struggle to keep yourself up, "f-faster- please, yu." you moan.

he slams his cock into you, "my pretty girl. taking me so well." he presses kisses onto your back, "doing so good."

"hnngh!" you cry out, arms giving out.

yuta doesn't slow his pace, "oh baby." he clicks his tongue, hands cupping your breasts. "i'll hold you up." he lifts your upper body, having his hands under you to keep you up.

he pounds into you, cock abusing your cunt. "rub your clit for me." he pinches your nipples, making them pebble.

sweat drips from his forehead, "c'mon, baby."

you press your lips into a thin line, hand reaching back. "mmph!" you rub your sensitive bud.

"good girl." he smiles, thrusting into you, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples.

you stick your tongue out, panting. "yu! ngh!"

"turn your head, my love." he leans down, "kiss me."

your lips find his, sloppy and wet kisses being exchanged.

your head spins, feeling overstimulated by everything he's doing to you. "fuck!" you cry out, legs trembling.

his tongue slips past your lips, swirling around your mouth and playing with your own.

"so perfect." he moans, kneading your breasts.

you rub your clit even harder, liquid gushing out and making a mess underneath you.

"pwa!" you pull away from the kiss, eyes rolling back.

yuta pounds into you harder, "a sweet little mess. atta girl." he purrs, "cum for me."

his cock kisses your cervix, chasing your orgasm.

heat pools in your tummy, the knot only getting tighter. "mmngh! oh my god-"

"cum for me, my love." he whines, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

you leave your mouth open on a silent scream, spurts of hot cum coating his cock.

"yu!-" you drool.

your own orgasm triggered his, hot ropes flooding your vulnerable pussy. "you're a fucking goddess!" he moans, draining his balls into you.

after coming down from his high, he flips you over, "how was that?" his cheeks flush.

"really fucking good." you let out a breathless laugh. "i loved it."

"good." he kisses your jawline. "let's get cleaned up."

"who said we were only doing one round?" you smirk.

"oh, baby." he nervously laughs, "whatever you want."

© 2026 sunarintaho. All Rights Reserved.

[pykekt1p]

holay MOLAY

[kukunomn]

OMG HIHI I LOVE YOUR ZANKA FIC AND IT INSPIRED ME SM I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE A ONE SHOT ABOUT HOW YOU THINK ZANKA WOULD DEAL WITH A DEPRESSED READER.

stuff like maybe helping them wash their hair, getting them out of bed, feeding them and just overall helping them🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷

you remember how it used to be. how easy it was to be around others, how motivation came to you naturally. you had been so comfortable in your own skin and depression was one of those things you saw in others, not in yourself.

you couldn't even properly remember just how long ago that was. nowadays, even talking becomes a chore, and if it wasn't for zanka you would've become one with your bed by now.

the comforting sound of the shower reminded you of the rain against your dorm window, but the water felt suffocating. this is why you didn't bother to clean yourself up — the water weighed you down and it felt hard to breath. it didn't matter how disgusting you felt in your own filth, nothing matters anymore.

however, zanka had insisted that you'd get cleaned up, so now you sat silently in the bath while he helped you. it would feel humiliating being like this, weak and frankly pathetic, if you had any mind to keep your pride. but you didn't have any energy left in you, only able to sit still and stare at the water flowing down the drain as zanka rubbed soap on your back.

this had become a part of your life ever since you lost yourself to the emptiness inside you. it was hard to do the normal, eating and keeping clean or even just putting on your uniform instead of rotting in your pyjamas all day.

but zanka wouldn't let the sadness consume you, not without trying to help you first. he made simple meals that were easy to swallow, he helped you out of bed every morning and he washed you when needed.

you had reassured him over and over that it was unnecessary, that this was your problem and not his, but he was too good of a boyfriend to leave you with your own thoughts. and to be honest, it was impossible to protest against the help offered to you when his hands felt so nice, now massaging your hair instead of your back.

'have you ate today?' zankas voice wasn't any unusual, but it still kept you grounded when all you wanted was to close your eyes and never open them again. if it wasn't for him, you're not sure you would've been able to function, but you weren't sure how to express that without worrying him.

'you made me soup for breakfast' you mumble in reply while leaning into his touch. zanka only sighs at your words

'that was lunch'

'you woke me up and fed me, that's breakfast' you close your eyes as zanka tips your head back, back under the water as he washes the shampoo out of your hair.

'even if it was at 2pm?' opening your eyes just slightly despite the risk of getting water in your eyes, you sneak a look at your boyfriends deadpan face — clearly unamused at your fucked deception of time nowdays.

'mhm' you hum in reply and despite the numb exhaustion in your body, you give zanka a small smile.

zanka sighs yet again, not without his face turning the slightest red at your cute expression. he leans in to kiss your wet forehead when you've been properly washed off, mummering something you barely catch over the sound of the shower.

'missed your smile'

if you weren't already basically limp in his arms you would've for sure folded at those words. how you deserved such a sweet boyfriend when all you did was sit around and sulk, you weren't sure.

but you sure loved him, more than you can ever express.

this hit close to home . . . if anon requested this because they're depressed themselves , i hope you can feel a bit better soon ( /◞ _◟)/ it's what zanka would want !

[pykekt1p]

THIS IS ):):):):$::: FUCK THIS IS ADORABLE

[kukunomn]

OMG HIHI I LOVE YOUR ZANKA FIC AND IT INSPIRED ME SM I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE A ONE SHOT ABOUT HOW YOU THINK ZANKA WOULD DEAL WITH A DEPRESSED READER.

stuff like maybe helping them wash their hair, getting them out of bed, feeding them and just overall helping them🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷

you remember how it used to be. how easy it was to be around others, how motivation came to you naturally. you had been so comfortable in your own skin and depression was one of those things you saw in others, not in yourself.

you couldn't even properly remember just how long ago that was. nowadays, even talking becomes a chore, and if it wasn't for zanka you would've become one with your bed by now.

the comforting sound of the shower reminded you of the rain against your dorm window, but the water felt suffocating. this is why you didn't bother to clean yourself up — the water weighed you down and it felt hard to breath. it didn't matter how disgusting you felt in your own filth, nothing matters anymore.

however, zanka had insisted that you'd get cleaned up, so now you sat silently in the bath while he helped you. it would feel humiliating being like this, weak and frankly pathetic, if you had any mind to keep your pride. but you didn't have any energy left in you, only able to sit still and stare at the water flowing down the drain as zanka rubbed soap on your back.

this had become a part of your life ever since you lost yourself to the emptiness inside you. it was hard to do the normal, eating and keeping clean or even just putting on your uniform instead of rotting in your pyjamas all day.

but zanka wouldn't let the sadness consume you, not without trying to help you first. he made simple meals that were easy to swallow, he helped you out of bed every morning and he washed you when needed.

you had reassured him over and over that it was unnecessary, that this was your problem and not his, but he was too good of a boyfriend to leave you with your own thoughts. and to be honest, it was impossible to protest against the help offered to you when his hands felt so nice, now massaging your hair instead of your back.

'have you ate today?' zankas voice wasn't any unusual, but it still kept you grounded when all you wanted was to close your eyes and never open them again. if it wasn't for him, you're not sure you would've been able to function, but you weren't sure how to express that without worrying him.

'you made me soup for breakfast' you mumble in reply while leaning into his touch. zanka only sighs at your words

'that was lunch'

'you woke me up and fed me, that's breakfast' you close your eyes as zanka tips your head back, back under the water as he washes the shampoo out of your hair.

'even if it was at 2pm?' opening your eyes just slightly despite the risk of getting water in your eyes, you sneak a look at your boyfriends deadpan face — clearly unamused at your fucked deception of time nowdays.

'mhm' you hum in reply and despite the numb exhaustion in your body, you give zanka a small smile.

zanka sighs yet again, not without his face turning the slightest red at your cute expression. he leans in to kiss your wet forehead when you've been properly washed off, mummering something you barely catch over the sound of the shower.

'missed your smile'

if you weren't already basically limp in his arms you would've for sure folded at those words. how you deserved such a sweet boyfriend when all you did was sit around and sulk, you weren't sure.

but you sure loved him, more than you can ever express.

this hit close to home . . . if anon requested this because they're depressed themselves , i hope you can feel a bit better soon ( /◞ _◟)/ it's what zanka would want !

[proudgoonette777]

this is the funniest gumi related tweet ive ever fuckingn seen

[the-second-venus-of-yuri]

DESTROY AIRPLANES.