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funnybunny yuris your bunny funny (I'm tired, here's pocky game funnybunny)
idea from @tastefulbean! Individual panels under the cut --
Mike is a sore loser. And also whipped so... Part 1 ;P
Update: Part 2 and Part 3 are out ;)
Closer
gachiakuta! zanka x reader pocky game; maybe suggestive?
“No.”
Zanka's eyes narrowed as you sauntered over to the couch where he was lounging, holding a box of pocky sticks.
“Come onnn!”, you whined, poking his face with the edge of the box, “It's gonna be fun!”
“Fun, my ass. This is just gonna end up as another trick to embarrass me isn't it?”, he muttered, running his fingers through his hair.
You stifled a laugh as he grumbled and glared at you. But it didn't take long before he gave in; he could only refuse that look in your eyes for so long.
Still looking annoyed, he turned to face you and you plopped down on the couch next to him, taking out a stick before tapping your lips teasingly with it.
Zanka's face flushed as you wrap your lips around one end of the stick before moving it around invitingly.
He moved closer until your bodies were close enough to feel his body heat. He stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before gently biting onto the other end.
You grinned around your end before taking a bite with an audible crunch.
Zanka's eyes darkened as he moved closer taking another bite as his gaze never left yours- a gaze that made your knees weak.
The room felt a million degrees warmer as your faces got closer together, his face completely flushed now, eyes darting between the heated gaze of your own and the way your lips pursed against the stick.
“You're blushing…”, you murmured around the stick causing him to let out a groan. He doesn't respond immediately, opting to take another bite such that your noses were almost touching.
Zanka could smell your perfume from here, the intoxicating scent almost too much to bear as he fought not to screw the challenge all together and crash his lips to yours.
“Shut up… it's your turn now.”
You smirked and took another bite. The piece between you now was barely there, his lips ghosting above yours.
You looked into his eyes and it was nearly his undoing as he gulped. You both leaned forward, your heart thumping loudly in your chest…or was that his?
You both got closer…and closer…until-
Crunch.
You blinked in surprise as he moved back against the couch after breaking the last piece, with a lazy grin on his face, his ears still tinged red.
“You…you BROKE IT?!”
He chuckled and finished swallowing his piece. “You seem upset, sweetheart.”
Now it was your turn to be embarrassed as you felt your face getting warm.
“ZANKA!”
You watched, still shocked as he took out another stick and placed it in his mouth with a smirk.
“Your turn.”
You stared at him incredulously as he chuckled, the stick dangling from his lips.
“Go on…”, he whispered, leaning in, “Show me how badly you want to beat me.”
Thank you for reading!! And thank you 🍒 anon for the request!
𑣲⋆｡˚ POCKY GAME?
synopsis : bsf!martin shows up at y/n’s house to surprise her with her favorite snack. seeing her so enthusiastic about it gave him the great idea of a game they could play.
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martin showed up at y/n’s house with a bag in his hand, she opened the door, staring him up and down.
“what’re you doing here?” she blinked, confused.
“i can’t show up whenever i want?” he smiled, breaking right past her teasing barrier and walking past her into her house.
she smiled as well, dropping the facade, shutting her door, and then following behind him on the way to her room.
they shut the door and he sat on her room floor while she sat on her bed.
her eyes finally caught the bag and she pointed at it, “what’s that?”
he looked down at the bag and then held it up, “this? i was hungry on my way here so i picked up a snack.” he pulled out a bag of takis.
and then, he pulled out y/n’s favorite snack.
a box of pocky sticks.
the strawberry ones.
he knows she loves anything strawberry.
“want these?” he held them up.
her eyes widened, pupils dilating from excitement, arms reaching out in front of her.
“yes yes of course i do!” she hopped on the floor across from him and grabbed them, ripping the box open and immediately putting a stick to her mouth.
she practically melted when the sweet flavor of strawberry cream hit her tongue. she let out a squeal of excitement.
he watched her, eyebrow raised and mouth hanging open in mockery over her excessive excitement. she glanced over at him and rolled her eyes.
“you’re obsessed with those.” he stated.
“i am and what about it?”
he finally let the facade go and smiled, reaching over to eat one. he hummed, “these are good.”
“i’m not obsessed with them for no reason!” she chuckled as she bit into another stick.
they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, y/n scrolling on her phone and martin just observing.
observing y/n and the pocky box, thinking of something stupid, as always.
then, a master idea came to mind.
“let’s play the pocky game.” he said, straight like that. no beating around the bush, no sugarcoating.
y/n almost choked on the stick she had halfway in her mouth as her gaze shot towards him, he was dead serious. not a single smile in sight.
“what? what’s so wrong with it?” he feigned innocence.
“martin that game could involve kissing if we aren’t careful!” she whisper-yelled.
“so what? it’s not weird if you don’t make it weird.” he shrugged, looking as careless as ever.
she sat there for a moment, staring at the sticks in the box left.
he did get her a big box… i guess this could be a way of saying thank you?
she could’ve said no, but she didn’t, instead she pushed the box towards him and scooted closer.
they sat face to face, y/n’s face was a rosy shade of pink and martin had a slight smile seeing his best friend so nervous to play a game with him.
martin reached for the box, taking a long stick and breaking it in half, making it much smaller. he then held it to both of their mouths. “bite it.”
y/n let out a shaky breath, but she still complied.
the rules of the game were simple, whoever bites the stick the farthest without backing down, wins. but the reality was suddenly dizzying.
snap. he took the first bite, the crunch echoing in the small space between them. she immediately followed with a small bite of her own.
snap. snap.
with each bite, the playful environment melted into something else. y/n couldn’t look up to meet his gaze because she was dangerously aware of how small the biscuit was becoming and how close she was to martin’s face.
snap.
she could feel his breath fanning on her face now. warm and inviting, she took another bite.
snap.
there was only one inch left. both of them paused, meeting each others gaze. y/n could see the exact shade of his beautiful brown irises, the slight flutter in his weirdly long eyelashes.
martin took the final, microscopic bite.
there was no longer any biscuit left. instead, there was just the sudden, soft friction of his lips against hers.
martin continued to stare at her for her reaction. when her eyes fluttered shut and her hands reached for his collar, he knew he had his answer.
the kiss remained soft and hesitant, almost unsure. like two best friends surpassing a part of their friendship they knew they would never get back.
she let out a quiet, involuntary sigh against his lips, and that seemed to break any restraint he had left.
his hands snaked to her waist, holding her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. his right hand then moved up from her waist to her jaw, holding her impossibly closer.
she kissed him back but he could feel her hesitation. his thumb began to gently brush over her cheek, giving her silent comfort and encouragement to take the kiss farther.
so she did.
her knees brushed his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into him.
the kiss consisted of passion and unspoken thoughts from 3am when the two were apart from each other. all the times they’d catch one another staring with a smile of adoration and would ignore it, telling themselves it was nothing.
there was nothing playful about the kiss.
y/n could feel her head spinning, anchoring herself with her arms on his shoulder, both hands full of his hair.
when they tilted their heads, their noses brushed together which caused them to breathlessly laugh and finally snapped them back into reality.
he pulled away from her slightly, keeping his forehead against hers. his thumb was still caressing her cheek while his heart was beating a frantic rhythm where his chest pressed against hers.
she finally opened her eyes, where she met his gaze again, but this time it was no longer as just friends, there was something there. it wasn’t his usual teasing gaze, it was soft, unfamiliar, yet so inviting. she couldn’t help the smile that rose on her face.
and of course he smiled back, breathing heavily. she adored the cheeky smile that he did whenever he was really happy.
he lifted his left hand to hold her hand tightly, finally speaking. but it was quiet, only loud enough for her to hear since they were so close.
“i win.”
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KEONVOID IS SPEAKING ⓘ
it’s definitely been a while since my last martin story and i’ve been pretty busy writing other stories so i decided to drop this off here as a special treat as my main priority story is definitely taking longer than expected! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
published july. 25, 2026.
Pocky Game!
"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞?"
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End of February and no pocky game?? Probably for the better actually.
pockytaki!
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