As much as i wanna do smth w our new group project (w the same ppl btw GOSH), i really js cant bc i was busy for the whole day
Now am telling em that THEY will do most of the parts rn bc i really cant do ANYTHING and omfg they lazy ASF...
Told em to not use ai bc google is free when they sent the first draft, now they sent another draft which is STILL AI. NOTHING CHANGED AFTER I INSTRUCTED THEM OMG???? Btw when ai gives an answer, its obviously wrong bc i cannot follow the instructions given
And when they presented me a new one... Its js in the same format but different wording... Haah, its still not lining up w the instructions given (Our tr is strict w instructions btw, its also like a test to our understanding with words nd comprehension)
Also i CANNOT deal w ts rn. Do they lack understanding or what...
Mga teh bigyan nyo na ako ng Zanka bi😔 need a shoulder to cry on (he will js tell me to not give up or will straight up kill me)
౨ৎSynopsis: You and Zanka were friends ever since you both met at the Cleaners HQ, but the two of were doing that some "friends" do..?
౨ৎTags: Fem! Zanka x Fem! Reader, Femme x Femme, Aged-up characters (20+), Nsfw, Lesbian sex, Multiple orgasms, Shy! Reader, Fingering, Soft dom! Zanka, Dirty talk, Cunnilingus, light Sadism, Petnames (cutie, puppy), FWB (Friends with Benefits), Porn no plot
౨ৎWord Count: 1.3k words
✧𝙼.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠! :
ʚଓA/n: I feel like writing a wlw fic and i love women so!
#i♡women #proud bisexual #woman kisser
You and Zanka have known each other ever since, from going to the Hell Guard academy and being a member of one of the cleaners.
It may be a shock between you two since it's pretty weird seeing someone who seems to follow you almost everywhere; but it ended well with you and Zanka being friends.
You cannot help but admire Zanka, big droopy navy eyes and her two-toned hair really sticks out to your attention. Sure you can admire a friend but, was it normal for someone to admire your friend who's heart is racing? I don't really think so.
Since most friends kiss, hold hands, or do romantic stuff in general; pretty sure its normal for them.
But can friends actually do this?
"Mmm wait—" Your breath hitched as Zanka kisses your soft skin trailing down to your chest, tummy and your clothed clit.
"Zanka... You sure about this..?"
You whispered, grabbing the sheets underneath you. Zanka lifted her eyes up to yours.
"Hm? Didn't you say that you wished for me to finger 'n eat you out?" She teased, spreading your legs wide going lower to your core. Slowly taking off your black lace panties with her teeth, and holy fuck it was hot.
"I-it was just a joke really.." You protested, releasing your grip from the sheets to cover your flushed face.
"I don't think so cutie," Zanka murmured.
"But covering yer face doesn't really stop me now will ya?" Zanka moved closer to the upper part of your body, her hand gently layed on your wrist as she moved the hand you covered on your beautiful face.
Zanka pecked a kiss on your cheek and moved in closer to your ear.
"So be a good girl since you asked for this." Zanka whispered on your ear, hot breath made contact with your skin making you shiver a bit.
You nodded, removing your other hand from your face as Zanka kissed your lips passionately, a simple kiss turned into tongues exploring each other's mouths, you moaned as Zanka but your lip, smiling so smugly; it was intense but you loved it.
Both of your lips parted with a string of saliva, your lips swollen from the bite. Zanka left one last kiss on your forehead before going down to your exposed folds.
She kitten licks your folds, making you whimper. After a few more kitten licks, you were groaning softly clearly being impatient and more needy. That's what Zanka likes from you, seeing you being needy and looking at her with those pleading puppy eyes screaming 'I want you now, please'.
"Really needy are we huh," Zanka kissed your clit, now her eyes onto yours.
"If ya really want this, beg." She demanded, a smirk displayed on her face holding your thighs firmly, squeezing them softly.
"C'mon puppy, speak up. You don't want me to keep edgin' you now don't ya?" Zanka chuckled softly, looking at you waiting for an answer.
Your face turned crimson red from upe whole thing, but you really needed this. But the thing is that you're too shy to beg or speak up; Zanka was really smooth with this.
"P-please.." You whispered,
"Ruin me"
Zanka's eyes widen, your words turned her on, she didn't expect it for you to say that but wow.
"Very well then, cutie."
Zanka started sucking on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. You closed your eyes shut and bit your lip to maintain your lewd noises coming out of your mouth.
The pleasure was intense, you opened your eyes again but your eyes are now filled with tears from the pleasure Zanka gave you. You turned your eyes to look at Zanka, she was looking at you lustfully whilst eating you out.
You bucked you hips slowly, Zanka rolled her tongue with every lick, from between of your folds to your sensitive clit, you let out a soft moan.
"Ya could'a been louder than that cutie. Now let me hear your sweet moans." She huffed, taking your leaking slicked pussy inside of her mouth fully.
You arched your back from the feeling of Zanka's mouth eating your pussy out, a wave of pleasure and needy-ness crashed into you hard. You cannot stop whimpering and whining from the intense feeling, it felt good; too good.
Your hand rested on Zanka's head, pulling her hair slightly and grinding on her tongue. It bought her by surprise but it turned her on more.
Zanka then continued to suck on your clit, rougher, you yelped loudly.
But Zanka didn't listen to you rather she kept on sucking on your sweet pussy. She knew you were close, judging on how much slicked your cunt produced.
You whined as you came, legs shaking and bucking your hips up slowly as you are panting heavily. Your grip on Zanka's hair softened, who kissed your wet cunt before looking at your face.
"You taste sweet."
"Shut up..."
"Mmm no." She giggled, Zanka sat right up spreading your legs wider, massaging your wet fold with her fingers.
She inserted one finger, then two. Zanka curled her fingers inside of you, finding your sweet spot.
You whimpered, gripping the sheets underneath you once again. Wet squelching noises, breathy whimpers, and dirty praises filled the room.
Your walls clenched as Zanka thrusts her fingers inside of you, her fingers were long and her hands were calloused from using Lovely Assistaff during training or missions; and that's the best part, having rough and long fingers fucking your cunt.
"Didn't know y'were this tight," she hummed, "Keep whining puppy; I wanna hear ya whimpering for me." Zanka teased as she moved her fingers inside of you, finding for your G-spot.
"Hngh! Don't c-call me that.." You replied, breath shaky. Your body is twitching under Zanka's touch, the smell of incense, moonlight shining through the window, and being skin to skin with your so called "friend".
"But yer body's tellin' me you liked being called a puppy." Leaning in closer to your neck, nibbling and biting your skin enough to leave some marks.
You now question yourself if you really regretted what you said earlier; the easy answer for that is yes and no.
You jolted, moaned softly, legs trembling and back arching from the wave of pleasure.
Your sweet spot was found. Zanka pushed her fingers upward on the soft tissue, teasing it making you a moaning mess. Zanka then started to pick up the pace fucking your g-spot with her fingers.
"R-right there—! Ah!" Lewd sounds escaped from your mouth, Zanka didn't stop violently fingering your needy cunt. Your eyes were squeezed shut, tears falling out of your eyes as your body is going to reach its climax.
"Wanna cum, cutie?" Zanka asked, roughly hitting your spot multiple times. You nodded, hand covering your mouth to restrain your moans.
After a few more thrusts, Zanka removed your hand that was covering your mouth, kissing you, swallowing your sweet moans as you came on her fingers.
White string of slick formed as Zanka took her fingers out of you, leaving your legs trembling from your orgasm.
"Yer body's really sensitive, guess I have to keep doin' this to ya so you have to get used to my touch." Zanka said sarcastically, she layed on beside you, pulling you in closer to her.
You hugged her by the waist nuzzling your face on the crook of her neck, face still heating up. Zanka found it really cute for you acting like that, but in fact that is one of the things she liked about you the most. Being close to her, no matter what.
Zanka kissed the top of your head caressing the back playing with your hair making you sleepy. And a few minutes later you two slept peacefully in your bed.
ʚଓA/n: I NEED female Zanka, btw the pet name "Puppy" was supposed to be "Kitty/Kitten" bc yk... The song, but i didn't include it bc i can't imagine Zanka saying that lol So i went w puppy instead😛
Also never in my life I feel so lesbian writing this.. Coming from a Bi person btw. Maybe bc i prefer ppl that r closely feminine or having this feminine vibe. Half of the ppl i like were always pretty honestly🫣
౨ৎSynopsis: You and Zanka were friends ever since you both met at the Cleaners HQ, but the two of were doing that some "friends" do..?
౨ৎTags: Fem! Zanka x Fem! Reader, Femme x Femme, Aged-up characters (20+), Nsfw, Lesbian sex, Multiple orgasms, Shy! Reader, Fingering, Soft dom! Zanka, Dirty talk, Cunnilingus, light Sadism, Petnames (cutie, puppy), FWB (Friends with Benefits), Porn no plot,
‼️ NOT PROOFREAD ‼️
౨ৎWord Count: 1.3k words
✧𝙼.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠! :
ʚଓA/n: I feel like writing a wlw fic and i love women so!
#i♡women #proud bisexual #woman kisser
You and Zanka have known each other ever since, from going to the Hell Guard academy and being a member of one of the cleaners.
It may be a shock between you two since it's pretty weird seeing someone who seems to follow you almost everywhere; but it ended well with you and Zanka being friends.
You cannot help but admire Zanka, big droopy navy eyes and her two-toned hair really sticks out to your attention. Sure you can admire a friend but, was it normal for someone to admire your friend who's heart is racing? I don't really think so.
Since most friends kiss, hold hands, or do romantic stuff in general; pretty sure its normal for them.
But can friends actually do this?
"Mmm wait—" Your breath hitched as Zanka kisses your soft skin trailing down to your chest, tummy and your clothed clit.
"Zanka... You sure about this..?"
You whispered, grabbing the sheets underneath you. Zanka lifted her eyes up to yours.
"Hm? Didn't you say that you wished for me to finger 'n eat you out?" She teased, spreading your legs wide going lower to your core. Slowly taking off your black lace panties with her teeth, and holy fuck it was hot.
"I-it was just a joke really.." You protested, releasing your grip from the sheets to cover your flushed face.
"I don't think so cutie," Zanka murmured.
"But covering yer face doesn't really stop me now will ya?" Zanka moved closer to the upper part of your body, her hand gently layed on your wrist as she moved the hand you covered on your beautiful face.
Zanka pecked a kiss on your cheek and moved in closer to your ear.
"So be a good girl since you asked for this." Zanka whispered on your ear, hot breath made contact with your skin making you shiver a bit.
You nodded, removing your other hand from your face as Zanka kissed your lips passionately, a simple kiss turned into tongues exploring each other's mouths, you moaned as Zanka but your lip, smiling so smugly; it was intense but you loved it.
Both of your lips parted with a string of saliva, your lips swollen from the bite. Zanka left one last kiss on your forehead before going down to your exposed folds.
She kitten licks your folds, making you whimper. After a few more kitten licks, you were groaning softly clearly being impatient and more needy. That's what Zanka likes from you, seeing you being needy and looking at her with those pleading puppy eyes screaming 'I want you now, please'.
"Really needy are we huh," Zanka kissed your clit, now her eyes onto yours.
"If ya really want this, beg." She demanded, a smirk displayed on her face holding your thighs firmly, squeezing them softly.
"C'mon puppy, speak up. You don't want me to keep edgin' you now don't ya?" Zanka chuckled softly, looking at you waiting for an answer.
Your face turned crimson red from upe whole thing, but you really needed this. But the thing is that you're too shy to beg or speak up; Zanka was really smooth with this.
"P-please.." You whispered,
"Ruin me"
Zanka's eyes widen, your words turned her on, she didn't expect it for you to say that but wow.
"Very well then, cutie."
Zanka started sucking on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. You closed your eyes shut and bit your lip to maintain your lewd noises coming out of your mouth.
The pleasure was intense, you opened your eyes again but your eyes are now filled with tears from the pleasure Zanka gave you. You turned your eyes to look at Zanka, she was looking at you lustfully whilst eating you out.
You bucked you hips slowly, Zanka rolled her tongue with every lick, from between of your folds to your sensitive clit, you let out a soft moan.
"Ya could'a been louder than that cutie. Now let me hear your sweet moans." She huffed, taking your leaking slicked pussy inside of her mouth fully.
You arched your back from the feeling of Zanka's mouth eating your pussy out, a wave of pleasure and needy-ness crashed into you hard. You cannot stop whimpering and whining from the intense feeling, it felt good; too good.
Your hand rested on Zanka's head, pulling her hair slightly and grinding on her tongue. It bought her by surprise but it turned her on more.
Zanka then continued to suck on your clit, rougher, you yelped loudly.
But Zanka didn't listen to you rather she kept on sucking on your sweet pussy. She knew you were close, judging on how much slicked your cunt produced.
You whined as you came, legs shaking and bucking your hips up slowly as you are panting heavily. Your grip on Zanka's hair softened, who kissed your wet cunt before looking at your face.
"You taste sweet."
"Shut up..."
"Mmm no." She giggled, Zanka sat right up spreading your legs wider, massaging your wet fold with her fingers.
She inserted one finger, then two. Zanka curled her fingers inside of you, finding your sweet spot.
You whimpered, gripping the sheets underneath you once again. Wet squelching noises, breathy whimpers, and dirty praises filled the room.
Your walls clenched as Zanka thrusts her fingers inside of you, her fingers were long and her hands were calloused from using Lovely Assistaff during training or missions; and that's the best part, having rough and long fingers fucking your cunt.
"Didn't know y'were this tight," she hummed, "Keep whining puppy; I wanna hear ya whimpering for me." Zanka teased as she moved her fingers inside of you, finding for your G-spot.
"Hngh! Don't c-call me that.." You replied, breath shaky. Your body is twitching under Zanka's touch, the smell of incense, moonlight shining through the window, and being skin to skin with your so called "friend".
"But yer body's tellin' me you liked being called a puppy." Leaning in closer to your neck, nibbling and biting your skin enough to leave some marks.
You now question yourself if you really regretted what you said earlier; the easy answer for that is yes and no.
You jolted, moaned softly, legs trembling and back arching from the wave of pleasure.
Your sweet spot was found. Zanka pushed her fingers upward on the soft tissue, teasing it making you a moaning mess. Zanka then started to pick up the pace fucking your g-spot with her fingers.
"R-right there—! Ah!" Lewd sounds escaped from your mouth, Zanka didn't stop violently fingering your needy cunt. Your eyes were squeezed shut, tears falling out of your eyes as your body is going to reach its climax.
"Wanna cum, cutie?" Zanka asked, roughly hitting your spot multiple times. You nodded, hand covering your mouth to restrain your moans.
After a few more thrusts, Zanka removed your hand that was covering your mouth, kissing you, swallowing your sweet moans as you came on her fingers.
White string of slick formed as Zanka took her fingers out of you, leaving your legs trembling from your orgasm.
"Yer body's really sensitive, guess I have to keep doin' this to ya so you have to get used to my touch." Zanka said sarcastically, she layed on beside you, pulling you in closer to her.
You hugged her by the waist nuzzling your face on the crook of her neck, face still heating up. Zanka found it really cute for you acting like that, but in fact that is one of the things she liked about you the most. Being close to her, no matter what.
Zanka kissed the top of your head caressing the back playing with your hair making you sleepy. And a few minutes later you two slept peacefully in your bed.
ʚଓA/n: I NEED female Zanka, btw the pet name "Puppy" was supposed to be "Kitty/Kitten" bc yk... The song, but i didn't include it bc i can't imagine Zanka saying that lol So i went w puppy instead😛
Also never in my life I feel so lesbian writing this.. Coming from a Bi person btw. Maybe bc i prefer ppl that r closely feminine or having this feminine vibe. Half of the ppl i like were always pretty honestly🫣
Never dated, never had a first kiss, never held hands romantically, never have a talking stage, never having someone who has the same feelings for me, and basically no one likes me romantically 😭✌🏻
Im js here writing sweet and spicy romantic shit w 0 experience ໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀི১⁼³₌₃
Oh the memories of blasting "Touch You" from YBC while studying during 2020, witnessing me go insane bc the screen froze when i searched up random ahh shit on the big 34, spending the whole night w friends on discord, and most importantly, writing fanfiction.
How tf am i supposed to lock in w studies yo🥀 cant even rely on my phone bc i will get distracted easily՞߹ - ߹՞
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I guess i will also count this as an author's note.
Would also tell u guys that posting fics will be slow for the mean time due to me being busy on my studies. As much as i wanna continue writing and posting, im also gonna focus on my main problems right now (𖦹﹏𖦹;)
But that doesn't stop me from writing๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑ am still gonna post if i have time sure!
you woke up the next day with a empty bed. clearly there were no signs of zanka at all, which was weird. was last night nothing but a brutal linkup? i mean why should you care. he probably just used you for some pleasure — but if he used you why did he give you a proper aftercare? was it normal for a guy who hates you to give you one?
so you just continued your regular routine as always. shower, eat, greet others and wait for any practice or opportunity to be on a mission. as you were gathering up your jinki, you heard a little whisper from one of the cleaners, “i heard that zanka is back with his ex; jabber.” you stood there, looking confused as ever. this man just fucked you like he hated you and all sudden he’s with his ex again?
the other cleaners were all gossiping among themselves, their voices hushed but audible. you stood there, jinki still in hand, trying to process this information.
"yeah, i heard them arguing at the entrance this morning," the cleaner whispered. "zanka looked pissed. always is, i guess. but the thing about jabber.. is that he's so clingy."
you hurried down the hallway, the grip on your jinki tightening until your knuckles turned white. the gossip echoed in your head, drowning out the ambient noise of the base. back with his ex? after last night? you pushed into your room, kicking the door shut behind you and leaning heavily against it. the silence was suffocating.
the days blurred together. the curtains stayed drawn, the only clock being the hunger in your stomach and the soreness in your muscles. you rotted in bed, staring at the ceiling, the memory of his touch still lingering uninvited.
but it was the anger that consumed you. not at zanka—you weren't that delusional. anger at yourself. at jabber. at the whole goddamn situation.
the anger gnawed at you, a bitter taste on the back of your tongue. you weren't mad at zanka for having an ex. you weren't even mad at zanka for putting you in this position. no, you were mad that you had allowed yourself to feel something in the first place.
but the hardest part? the truth you kept telling yourself? you were mad at yourself for caring.
the knocking was soft, almost hesitant. it echoed through the silent room, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the past week. you froze, pulling the blankets tighter around you, hoping that whoever it was would just go away.
the knocking persisted, growing slightly louder and more insistent. it was clear that whoever was on the other side wasn't going to give up easily. you could hear muffled voices outside, whispers and murmurs. suddenly, the door handle turned, and the door creaked open slowly.
your breath hitched slightly as you saw zanka slowly step inside, his eyes scanning the dark room before landing on you. he was alone, his usual scowl replaced with a careful expression.
zanka stood in the doorway, the light from the hallway casting a silhouette around him. he didn't say anything at first, his gaze fixed on you, taking in the disheveled state you'd been in for a week. the anger and hurt in his eyes were subtle, but there.
he took a step closer, and you could hear his soft footsteps.
then a kiss that was sudden, bruising. your eyes flew open in shock as his lips crashed against yours. there was no hesitation in it, no gentleness—just urgency and need. his hands found your cheeks, fingers gripping your jaw as he deepened the kiss like he meant business. it was just like that night. like everything that had happened before didn't matter.
his body pressed you back until you hit the bed, his hands roaming over your face, down your neck, gripping your shoulders. the kiss was messy, angry almost—like he was trying to prove something.
you were completely breathless when he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. his chest was heaving, and his gaze bore into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. but before you could even process the shock—before the anger or the hurt could surface—he was kissing you again. deeper. rougher. as if the past week hadn't happened at all.
you were so lost into the kiss that you didn’t realize jabber walked in. jabber stood frozen in the doorway, his sharp eyes widening slightly before narrowing dangerously. the silence was deafening. you could feel zanka's body stiffen against you instantly, lips still hovering above yours.
"having a party without me?" jabber's voice cut through the room like a knife, smooth but venomous. his smile was all teeth.
zanka didn't pull away immediately. instead, he turned his head slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his body pressed against yours possessively. jabber's gaze flicked between the two of you, taking in your flushed faces and messy hair.
"jealous?" zanka asked casually, his hand still resting on your cheek. he knew exactly what he was doing—pushing jabber's buttons. the tension in the room was palpable, electric. you felt like a pawn in their game, heart pounding wildly. jabber's smile widened dangerously.
"oh, absolutely," jabber purred, stepping fully into the room. his eyes never left zanka as he locked the door behind him. "though i must admit, i'm a bit hurt you didn't invite me to join. you know how much i love a good threesome." he moved closer, slow and deliberate. "or is this little thing not up for sharing?"
your face burned. never in your dreams had you imagined this—being sandwiched between two men, both so intensely focused on you. zanka's lips brushed your ear as he spoke low, "breathe." jabber was approaching from the other side, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. the reality hit you—this wasn't just flirting anymore.
the tension was thick with something more than just lust. zanka's hands were possessive, territorial, but jabber's touch was different—calculated, testing. they were using you as a mission, a proxy for their own war. you could feel it in every movement, every glance they exchanged over your body. this was hate, masked as desire.
it felt pure and toxic. zanka's grip on your waist was bruising, staking a claim not because he loved you, but to spite jabber. jabber's fingers tracing your jaw weren't affectionate; they were mocking zanka's possession. they were tearing you apart between them, using your body to settle a score that had nothing to do with you.
zanka's fingers hooked into your shirt, tearing it off with rough urgency. jabber's hands slid down your sides, unbuttoning your pants with practiced ease. they worked in tandem, but it wasn't teamwork—it was territory marking. every piece of clothing discarded felt like another piece of you being claimed by their feud. soon you were bare between them, exposed and trembling.
zanka's hands immediately claimed your breasts, squeezing with rough possessiveness, while jabber's fingers slid teasingly down your stomach toward your hips. they weren't looking at your face anymore; they were glaring at each other over your shoulder, communicating in silent threats. the air was suffocatingly heavy, charged with pure hatred.
zanka bit down hard on your shoulder, marking you, his eyes never leaving jabber's. jabber retaliated by sliding a hand between your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly against your clit, smirking as zanka jaw tightened. it was a silent war fought on your skin—every touch, every bite was a challenge. you were just the battlefield.
zanka immediately claimed your breasts, mouth sucking and biting hard to leave marks, asserting ownership. jabber countered instantly, sliding two fingers into your wet heat with mocking precision, making you gasp.
zanka's hands tightened on your breasts painfully, pulling you back against his chest while he bit and sucked a bruise on your neck. jabber pushed you forward roughly, fingers pumping into you hard as he leaned in to bite your opposite shoulder. you were caught between them, a struggling doll in their harsh game.
as they continued, each move was designed to have dominance over the other through their treatment of you. zanka pressed his hardening length against your lower back, grinding deliberately as jabber curled his fingers inside you, searching for that spot he knew would make you cry out.
the noise was wrenched from your throat, your body arching violently between them. you shattered, clamping down around jabber’s fingers, your vision blurring white. zanka held you tighter against his chest, forcing you to ride out the high while jabber smirked, slowly withdrawing his fingers and deliberately licking them clean—locking eyes with zanka the entire time.
was this a hate sex between you three or just zanka and jabber?
