#zanka x reader

[kukunomn]

. . . academic rivalry with Zanka but reader lowk #wantsthat and Zanka despises reader for being a 'genius' , but alas , they're VERY similar actually if Zanka cared to listen to Riyo . . . aka readers bestie . . .

[hanimint]

MDNI

Imagine Zanka affected by one of Jabber’s poisons, which turns out to be a type of aphrodisiac. For someone like Jabber, it’s just about ecstasy and an adrenaline rush, but for Zanka, it acts as a trigger.

Lust burns in Zanka’s eyes as his hands roam your body; his touch is gentle at first, for fear of hurting you, but as his lips crash against yours and his breathing grows increasingly ragged, his caresses become more forceful. His hands start on your hips, holding you still, while yours find the nape of his neck, playing with his hair and pulling him even closer.

He whispers your name between kisses; neither of you wants to pull away, but eventually, you need to catch your breath. The moment you pull back to recover, Zanka wastes no time.

His lips trail down your neck to your collarbone, his hands desperate to get rid of your clothes. He pauses briefly before tearing them off, opting instead to undo zippers and clasps.

Of course, there’s no stopping him; his fingers tease your nipples while his knee presses firmly between your legs.

He strips off his own clothes in a flash, you barely even notice, so caught up are you in the way he’s playing with you. His caresses drift down from your collarbone, over your breasts and abdomen, finally settling on your clit.

"Babe, you're so hot."

"Mmhhh, look at you."

"You want me to kiss here?"

He wouldn't just go wild with pleasure himself...he’d take you right over the edge with him.

[cigtx]

They wanted Zanka x Enjin’s younger sister so here 😩 it’s a long one (ba dun ts 🥁)

MDNI!!

“Zaaankaaa..~” you pressed your cheek against his door, cooing softly from the hallway. Your fingers pattered softly against the frame as you waited for some sort of reply. Yeah, you knew it was late. But you also knew you missed your boyfriend.

You heard a soft rustle, and a low “oomph” as he thumped off his bed. His foot steps were soft but hurried as he opened the door gently. His facial expression was stoic like always, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching up as he looked at you. “What?” The man asked as he stepped aside to let you in. The door closed behind you and locked with a soft click.

“I missed you.” You said softly, almost a whisper. Your hands reached up and touched him with your finger tips, tracing patterns across his collar bones and chest. Zanka’s breath hitched for a moment before he lowered his head a bit more in an attempt to hide the redness creeping up his neck.

Zanka’s eyes scanned your face carefully. He adored how much you and Enjin looked like each other. Same eye color, nose, and lazy smirk. The confidence must be genetic because both of you have it maxed out. He always noted though how you have your own hair texture, skin complexion, and way of speaking.

Your eyes slowly looked up and met his, softening when you locked on with him. You knew that look on his face. You leaned in, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as you pressed your lips together.

“Baby…” Zanka moaned softly against your neck as he pressed himself into you again, his breathing hard and picking up. His one hand on your waist was in an almost bruising grip as he slowly dragged his dick out of your tight hole.

“Mhm!!” You whimpered and inhaled deeply through your nose, eyes rolling back slightly as you listened to the sounds your man was making. “Yer so damn beautiful..” Zanka held his breath as he bit his lip, eyes screwing shut as a shock of pleasure zapped through him. He loved the way you felt around his cock, like you were made for him. Like he was made for you.

You couldn’t form a sentence as he rubbed against your spot inside you, tears forming from the slower pace and pleasure. Your hand shot up and grabbed his shoulder, nails digging in as you slowly felt the heat building inside you. You loved this man so much, you wish he’d stop being so shy about your relationship. You know he loves you though, and it’s really showing right now.

Zanka’s panting speeding up along with his movements. “I’m so close..” Zanka groaned deeply as he slammed himself back in after dragging out slowly. He savored the way your pussy squeezed around him and pulsed, the feeling making his head spin. He listened to your moans and soft cries, wishing he could just make you scream. But the walls are so so thin, he’s scared someone will hear the two of you now. He decided to ‘risk it’ and open his eyes to look at you. “Fuck..” he whimpered, hips stuttering in their rhythm. Sweat beaded on his forehead as you cupped his face, smiling at him. “C’mon, Zanny, cum for me.. you’ve been doing so good..” the moaned that escaped your lips after, the way your head fell back in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm arrive.. oh man, it sent him over the edge. He buried his head in your neck as he became a small whimpery mess, his cum filling you quickly with thick hot spurts. “I love you, I love you…!” He repeated over as he rocked his hips sloppily against you. “Yer so perfect..”

After pulling out, he took a moment and looked at you as he sat back on his knees. He could have got hard again from the look of you so fucked out. Of course he took care of you after, cleaning you gently between your thighs with a damp rag, small smile on his face as he admired his work.

The next morning, Zanka opened his bedroom door and peered out slowly. He looked left and right before stepping out into the empty hallway, you coming out right behind him. The door barely closed before you heard a cough behind you. “Hey Zanka, been lookin’ for ya.” The both of you turned around and looked up at Enjin, his usual cocky smile twitching slightly.

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I’m feeling it’s about time to make a master list. Idk how to do that so trial and error guys, trial and error. I also feel so bad for the person who requested this 😭😭 I’ve been sooo lazy I’m sorry I’m locking in now bb

[kusahigunanas]

zanka

[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 .

[blumeblooms]

yeah i think i give him - big feelings ‧₊˚♪

starring — ᨳଓ zanka nijiku x baker! reader

⪩ ⪨ ꠹ w.c - 2,242

⋆˚꩜｡ notes - g/n reader. friends / annoyances to . . crushes ? LOL. reader has been in cleaners around 6 months, a little before rudo joined. zanka’s bad at feelings. i wrote this at 2 am on a whim so sorry if it’s a little messy. one - shot maybe. . ?

if you enjoy reqs are open !

being a cleaner was no easy feat by far. though you had never been one who was fully entranced by violence. preferring the more sweet things in life, like .. literal sweets! croissants, cookies, soufflés, scones? any baked goods? they name it and you’ve got it.

which is part of the role you decided to take on as part of the cleaners, always whipping up treats for those who came back from missions, or after parties - where it just wasn’t the same if there wasn’t any made by yours truly, [name].

as the old saying goes, a givers instrument reflects their personality, right? you’d attest to that being true - the tlc put into your baking seemed to display how you portrayed towards others as well. even without being the most social, you seemed to get along with almost everyone. and they got along with you! if it was anything to base off of; you had frequent cooking sessions with the ever so comforting gris, crafting get - togethers with follo, long lasting talks at night with riyo, who’d let you braid her hair. even dear would pull you around from time to time wanting to play.

life at cleaner hq seemed to be going smoothly enough ever since you joined, compared to your life before anyway. honestly, besides the actual outside conflict, there were rarely any problems. i mean, why would there be if you weren’t starting any with anyone, and they weren’t starting them with you? well everyone except . . . .

“i thought the ingredients were supposed to go in the bowl?” a sarcastic voice startles you from behind.

ah…

turning around, your suspicions are confirmed as you see the familiar drooping, blue eyes staring unimpressed at you. and well, the mess you’ve made in the middle of your baking.

“that’s usually the intention, yes - i’ll clean it all up once i’m finished.” you reply, before remembering to be friendly and smile.

“you’re making a mess” is what that gets you in return. his listless eyes slowly drifting over the mixer, to the butter, and flour all over the table before returning back to yours.

ever since you got here, you just couldn’t grasp zanka’s personality. it’s not like you often spent time with the guy, but seriously even shikage was friendlier than this! it’s rare he ever tried your sweets, no matter how many people gassed them up and said they were good. which, okay. . . but when he’d engage in small talk, his tone? half the time you couldn’t tell if he was uninterested or just straight up annoyed with you.

you try not to hold grudges, you were aware he was a great asset to the team. though.. you heard he got the nickname ‘mr bad attitude’ on a mission one day by a raider. information courtesy of rudo while he was ranting to you and stress eating your snacks - and you were starting to think it was true. you shouldn’t judge, but each time you sent a smile over to get barely anything (or nothing) in return felt akin to hp being taken off you in a video game. and you could only go on so long before your bar status reached a big fat zero. though luckily, you hadn’t reached game over point yet

so - your smile falters only briefly before returning again. gesturing to your mixture, ignoring his comment.

“wanna get the first taste? these are prettty popular, a favorite even. they’ll be gone before you know it” you attempt to lightheartedly coax

“‘m not one for a sweet tooth”

“not everything i make is sweet, i think you might like it”

“how would you know what i’d like?” zanka raises a brow, was that faint amusement?

“um… i don’t! but now’d be a good time to find out?” a small, awkward & nervous smile playing on your lips.

his droopy eyes stare at you, a brow still raised.

you’re about to just turn around and mentally curse yourself for the next twenty minutes over this failed & awkward conversation, until you hear a quiet huff. footsteps following until the scent of blackberry incense and almond musk clouds your senses, to which you’re pretty sure wasn’t the extract.

“what is it anyway?” his voice low and smooth, snaps you back into the moment.

“taste it and find out” you hold up the wooden spoon with batter on it, your tongue slightly peeking through your mouth.

zanka rolls his eyes, watching you a moment longer, his gaze suddenly feeling thorough; making your stomach feel a little weird. was it butterflies? moths? who knows.

you don’t have time to dawn on it before a hand brushes against yours, the warmth spreading to your own hand as he moves the spoon remotely closer to his mouth, leaning in. a feel of his breath, a glimpse of his tongue, the spoon slowly disappearing behind his lips.

his eyes open a little wider, just barely. a bit of an eyebrow twitch as the flavors engulf his tongue. every second feels way too long, before he opens his mouth, not moving away as he questions

“apple cinnamon? or.. gingerbread?”

you’re a little taken aback. unaware why- as you try reply normally

“close. chai apple crisp, actually”

“mm. that’s different”

“and good? i revamped the recipe” your lips twitch up, a bit hopeful. even if it was zanka - you flourished off of feedback from your desserts.

his gaze lingers for a moment, it’s difficult to tell what he’s thinking. though the proximity makes you suddenly aware he’s got a touch of batter on his nose.

“it’s not bad” zanka settles with

“not bad?! i’ve spent four hours on this already for it to be not bad?” you gape. those ingredients aren’t cheap to come by!

his face twitches for a moment, his brows slightly furrowing as he finally leans back a little, removing the base of his hand grazing yours. the tips of his ears reddening.

“alright it’s good- it’s better than good... don’t have a heart attack now will ya?” zanka murmurs. you’re more surprised at his change in demeanor than the relief that it’s good, this being the least serious you’ve ever interacted with him.

you realize you probably look a little dazed, so you straighten up, and a small weirdly giddy smile plays on your lips. he’s seemed to crack, even if just a little?

“i was a little worried, i thought you might’ve just disliked all ive baked.” the truth slips out, even if it came out lighthearted. you had a brow raised in response

“when the hell did i say that?”

“i mean.. you never seem interested in trying anything i bake”

“didn’t realize you paid that much attention to my preferences” you feel yourself stiffen up.

“im observant to my ‘customers’ satisfaction, thank you very much”

zanka lets out a small breath, a bit amused, and exasperated at your response. you’re more expressive than he initially thought.

“[name], it’s not cause i hate em or anythin.. your main thing is about the effort you put into your pastries, yeah? i already told ya i don’t have a big sweet tooth, but most of time by the time i get to what you baked- half of hq has gone and gobbled em all up. not to mention i hafta stop rudo from eating them all in one sitting too.”

“i’ve been tryna avoid taking the last ones when you hadn’t even tasted what you spent so long on, unless you count the batter” a hand coming to awkwardly scratch at his neck as he explains.

he knows hating your baked goods is probably akin to an offense in your book- practically like hating you. it’d make sense, it’s your passion anyway.

sure, you guys didn’t interact all that much. but is this seriously the impression he gave off? he felt a spiral in his stomach at the thought of the sweet & attractive cleaner he tried to avoid embarrassing himself in front of to think he was some sort of dick.

this was all news to you, and . .

“that’s .. surprising sweet” oops - did you say that aloud? and a little too hushed ?

“i mean- you don’t have to do that. i appreciate it, but i bake for others to enjoy! it makes me happy seeing everyone appreciate them”

“including you, you know.” your words causing zanka to freeze up a bit.

he felt increasingly more nervous, and he had no idea why. maybe he was getting sick, he should go shower, he wasn’t meant to be out here this long anyways.

he clears his throat, the clock on the wall suddenly the most interesting thing in his line of vision.

“tch, whatever you say” is all he can think to muster without saying something probably stupid.

“you should come by whenever they’re actually finished. . if you’re so worried about taking the last ones, you’re welcome to be my taste tester more often”

you smile as you test the waters. honestly you didn’t know where faux confidence came from, but you felt like you needed to prove to yourself that you too could be friends with zanka, mister bad attitude.

“i ain’t worried.” he grumbles, the flush just barely rising to his cheeks “maybe, once you stop making such a mess” his lips twitch.

“you want to help me clean it then?” you lightly scoff in reply.

his lips upturn in a small smirk as his tongue pokes his cheek before he quips

“nah, lovely’s callin me. you can have your fun with that”

“jerk”

“what’d you say??”

“i said sure!”

zanka lightly scoffs, raising a brow as he turns towards the hall.

“i’ll come by when they’re ready. and once ya lock in and stop the stove from smokin’ ” he says unimpressed, pointing behind you before turning to the ledge of the hall.

you turn around, confused. gasping with a quiet yelp as you’ve realized you left the apples on the stovetop this entire conversation. you hear zanka snort as he walks away

“later [name].”

somehow, you’re even more conflicted about that boy zanka nijiku. . .

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warm, comforting scents of apple and spice overcast zanka’s senses as he drowsily exits his room, knuckles prodding at his eyes.

he takes in a long breath, appreciating the savory, toasty atmosphere. disparate to the trash he’s come accustomed to living on the ground as he makes his way through hq.

he sighs as he can already hear the bickering of rudo, the voice becoming clearer as he steps in the dining area. the boy in question spots him, and immediately points accusatory.

zanka raises a brow, too wiped out to fully focus on whatever he’s complaining about now.

“what did you do to deserve this treatment?!” rudo cries out. riyo whistles in response with a smile that induces goosebumps and zanka knows usually means no good.

“what the hell are you spewin’ about now brat” zanka sighs exasperated as he walks over, to which seems to piss rudo off more

“i’d like to know too, what’d you do for [name] to give you extras? we’re not playing favorites now are we?” she hums while draping against the counter.

zanka makes a face one could only describe at utterly confused at the both of them, before following rudo’s envious gaze.

a small basket placed on the table. freshly baked pastries enveloped in small brown wrappings with a note placed on it writing ‘for zanka.’

his mind abruptly goes blank as he stares at the basket. his pulse quickly rising at the neat handwriting and realization that this was actually for him and no one else.

all of his teammates remarks are drowned out to murmurs as he reaches out towards the basket, a flush blooming on his ears as his lips involuntarily twitch up. moving the note aside as he sees how much endeavor was put into your crafts.

he took the pastry out, forcing himself out of his slight shaky hands as he took a careful bite. flavors submerge his tastebuds as he now understands why your desserts seem to go so quick. the hints of cinnamon sugar and apples balancing perfectly with the spices so it wasn’t too sweet, huh. just how he liked.

he’s brought back into the moment momentarily as rudos voice rams throughout his ears, his peace interrupted as he glares.

“it ain’t like that idiot. maybe you’re just put on probation because you eat too goddamn many!” he huffs out, moving the basket away.

“awh but what about me? it’s no fair you get dibs when you’re always grumpy to them. unless there’s something i’m unaware about?” riyo lightly teases as she squints her eyes.

“shut up riyo. i have no idea what you’re talking about.” zanka rolls his eyes. it wasn’t even a lie, he had not a clue what was going on either.

what he did know is he thinks he might have a new infatuation. with pastries- obviously! not you. he just started actually getting to know you anyway. clearly the warmth he felt was from the oven fogging the temperature. that’s what he’d keep telling himself, anyway.

zanka ignored their comments as he walked out the dining room, basket in fidgeting hand. his brows continued to furrow as he couldn’t make sense of the new feelings invading his body, but he subconsciously smiled to himself as he walked down the hall.

maybe he’d ought to come around more often after all. . .

𑣲𝄞 extras

[riechiexx]

Sooooo anxious…

Aged-up! Zanka. Suggestive. Zanka Masterlist.

"So, meet me at 11:30, I love the way you're talkin’ dirty."

Zanka froze, round navy eyes widening, his throat tightening—trying its best to at least make a noise in response.

The two of you had been talking over the choker for what felt like forever.

The moment you called, Zanka didn't really have the intention to actually entertain you.

Nor did he plan the jaw dropping, atrocious conversation that you're both currently having.

It all just escalated too quickly, he didn't even realize what he was saying, all he knew is that he's trying to match your freak—or, maybe he's trying to outfreak you.

Thinking that this might just be one of those times where the two of you would try to one up each other. Just the usual routine with trying to out-do each other.

But damn it all if he wasn’t loving—enjoying every single bit of this interaction.

Yet, here he is now, frozen in place.

His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He couldn't move; his limbs felt entirely heavy, rooted to the spot as his mind reeled in absolute terror.

Every casual, confident word he had spoken before now felt like a death sentence.

You were actually inviting him over, telling him to meet you at 11:30, because you loved the way he's talking dirty?! He's talking dirty?!

“Y-yeah, sure. I'll be there." His voice cracked, and you giggled at the other end.

“Don't forget to bring protection, zanzan."

And the last thing he heard was your tormenting laughter, before he throwed his choker on the other side of his room.

Burying his face on one of his pillows.

How pathetic.

Lmao ik i promised an angst fic BUT I'M CLEANING UP MY DRAFTS OKI ? There's just sooooooo much of em. But dw, I'm this close 👌 to finishing it.

[zankasplainwife]

.˚𓏲 ࣪𖤐 . ❝ I do not wish to tame you, your wild is all i crave. ❞ 𔓕 ៸៸ 𝂅 ࣪

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Title: i'm not in danger, i am the danger

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Summary: Headcanons for Zanka x cleaner!reader from Team Danger 👹

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Tags: sfw headcanons, fluff, mutual pining, friendly rivals to lovers, mentions of cartoon-esque violence, unspecified vital instrument/jinki for reader, cleaner!reader, gn!reader, no use of Y/N

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Word count: 598

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Author's Note: This was inspired by @laziestpeach1310's post here ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Zanka challenged you in a way that the trash beasts didn't. Sure they're strong, but they're not exactly clever. You didn't expect him to be quick to swing such a long staff and he didn't expect how much he'd rely on his pure reflexes just to dodge your attacks.

His movements were unpredictable at first, which once resulted in you being thrown off balance and landing flat on your back with Lovely Assistaff's prongs on either side of your neck. You made sure you didn't let him get a clear win after that.

You'd both get visibly frustrated from your sparring ending in draws at times. Not a single spar ended with one of your completely dominating, which was something you both weren't used to. (Hyo who?)

Team Danger never really did teamwork, and even calling you a team was a stretch. You never really see any of them. Other than sparring with Zanka, you'd spend your missions and free time alone. It was fine for the first few months but the loneliness was starting to get to you.

After one particularly heavy sparring session, you gathered the courage to ask Zanka if he wanted to go grab some food somewhere. He didn't think much of it. He was tired and hungry, so why the hell not?

That initial outing turned into an integral part of your joint routine. You'd get back from a mission and he's already dragging your ass out to spar. Any free time he had outside of his own missions was spent training and he would initiate more often than you did, which Enjin found a little bit suspicious. Soon enough you had inside jokes, and the rest of the cleaners found your quiet giggles to each other a little unsettling.

You and Zanka looked forward to your outings. Neither of you wanted to admit that it was more than just for nourishment. Your conversations started off with small talk but you started asking him more obscure questions like: "If I came with a warning label, what would it say?" or "If I moved everything in your room 5 inches to the left, would you notice?"

He did find your strange line of questioning weird but his feelings for you were already starting to take root. Eventually he asks you one question back that completely blindsided you: "Will ya go out with me?"

It wasn't really a surprise to anyone when you two started dating. The slightly too loud laughs, the way you'd grab each other's hands or shoulder, always sitting next to each other in the truck. And of course Zanka saying no to hanging out with the Enjin just to spend time with you.

Zanka would ask Semiu about your missions. Knowing you'd be on your own, he'd wait for you at reception or meet you at the nearest town. Semiu eventually just gives him a copy of your mission requests every week because she got tired of him asking.

Your chaos and his fake nonchalance balanced each other out. You'd quickly get too fired up and he's the only one that can calm you down. Tomme has learnt to summon Zanka whenever you get a bit too rowdy in the dining hall.

Him getting rowdy, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Follo made the mistake of putting you both on the same team during games night. It did not end well for the people that got hit by boardgame pieces turned shrapnel. Safe to say that Follo is no longer in charge of choosing teams for games night.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Nami's Note: Short one while I work on smutty part 2 for my stargazing fic ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Mentions: if you wanna get tagged on future fic posts let me know! 🫶