Misery Is The Best Company

[zankamybeloved]

Gachiakuta NSFW prompt with: Tamsy, Jabber, Zanka (seperate) and AFAB reader

Zanka is aged up!

Smut prompt: Gachiakuta boys pussy drunk and begging to cum inside

Edit: Someone suggested I specify this was an x fem reader. I’m not used to writing on here, so sorry for the confusion!

MDNI

Tamsy ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

His tokushin wraps around you in a gentle cradle, keeping your wrists tied behind your head while Tamsy’s hands push your knees against your chest. His usually kept hair is wild and sticking to him from sweat, brushing against your body every time he rocks his hips into you.

“You look so pretty,” he purrs, “All tied up for me… fuck, pussy’s taking me so well… you’ll let me cum inside, right? Won’t you? I’ve been making you feel so good—ah—it’s only fair…”

Your mouth opens and closes as you attempt to formulate any kind of coherent thought, but Tamsy is steady in keeping up his bruising pace, cock practically piercing into your cervix from how deep he’s going.

“That’s right,” he gasps softly, “You’ll let me, right? You will?” That cool demeanour of his slips up a bit as he’s overwhelmed with need. “Y-You won’t say no to me, right my dear? I can cum inside, right? Please let me, my dear—just look at how ready your pussy is to take me—ah!”

Your hips buck up into him as best you can like this. Tamsy’s too far gone to notice your feeble attempts at helping him reach his end, nails digging into the meat of your thighs as he desperately slams inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Y-Yeah, you’re my good girl, right?” He coos, “So you’ll definitely let me cum inside—fuck—I’m cumming, my dear, I’ll fill you up, pump you so full you’ll be leaking for days—oh, fuck!”

Tamsy throws his head back, spine going taut when he cums. Your hips press flush together, not letting anything escape.

“Yeah…” he rasps out, slowly relaxing, “Yeah… thank you my dear… you're my good girl… well done.”

Jabber ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

He’s whiny and desperate, large hands locked over your hips as he ruts up into you like a dog in heat. “Please,” he’s begging, “Please lemme cum inside, ma, I’ve been so good’fer ya, haven’t I? C’mon, lemme cum inside, in—hng, fuck!”

There’s drool slipping down his chin, his dreads splayed wildly on the pillow around him. Your nails drag down his chest as you rock your hips in an attempt to match his frantic rhythm, high whines and moans slipping out of you as you throw your head back.

He’s still talking, rambling on even as your juices drench his thighs. You don’t know how many times you’ve cum at this point, but Jabber’s become addicted to the warmth of your cunt, thrusting in and out of you without mercy.

“Please ma, please— please,” he begs, desperate and overwhelmed with desire, “Lemme fill ya up, pump ya full of’ma cum, please, ple— fuck, you’ll lemmie do it, right mama?” His eyes roll back, keeping your hips still as he digs his heels into the mattress to piston his throbbing cock in and out of your sopping cunt, “M’fuck, yeah, yer so good to me, ma, you’ll lemmie fill ya up, yeah, yeah! Yer pretty pussy always takes me s’well!”

You can't get a word in edge wise, moans being punched out of you with every brutal thrust. You wrap your hands around his throat to try and help, squeezing.

Jabber’s back arches off the bed, squeezing your hips tight as he slams you down and practically impales you on his cock when he cums. He releases the loudest, most guttural moan you’ve ever heard, body twitching as he tries to come down from the high of it.

“Yeah,” he whispers, slightly delirious, “Yeah, you’ll let me cum inside… thank you ma, thank you… fuck…”

Zanka ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

He’s got your hips in a vice grip, pulling you back to meet his every, sloppy thrust. “Darlin’,” he’s moaning, “Baby, baby— ah, m’fuck, m’cummin, gonna cum—“

He throws his head back, groaning loudly. The lewd squelching of your hips meeting rings in your ears. “Can I cum in?” He asks, “Inside? Can I do it? Please lemme do it, darlin’, don’ wanna pull out— fuck, yer pussy’s so good, so—ah—so wet, jus’ fer me—“

He hunches over your back, biting his lip as his thrusts become more frantic, more desperate. “Oh please baby,” he begs, still ruthlessly dragging your hips back into him, “Please, let me inside, I’ve taken good care o’ya, right? You’ll lemme, r-right?”

Your mouth opens but only filthy moans and the drool staining your pillow escapes you, clawing desperately at the sheets while he loses his mind behind you.

“Fuck,” he whines, watching the way you take him in, how red your ass is from his hips slamming against it, “Fuck, pussy so pretty, darlin’, feels good, g-gonna cum inside, okay? M’gonna fill ya up, fuck, y’feel so good, fuck, fuck!”

He yanks your hips back again in one more harsh thrust before he holds you there, hips twitching with every stream of semen released. He lets out soft, jerky moans as he tries to calm down and regain his sense of self. “Thank you,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumbs against your hips, “Always so good fer me… thank you…”

[zankamybeloved]

Food for Thought: Zanka and an Abusive Childhood

Headcannons about Zanka and his life after training to be in the Hell Guard - Because the more I learn the more worried I get. There’s some Janka sprinkled in, but it can be read as platonic affection.

Warnings: Self harm(not really, but I think it’s still warranted), blood

Zanka, who grew up not in a home but in a training facility. Zanka, who spent his entire life with the weight of expectations on his shoulders. Zanka, who lived with not one, but two older siblings to live up to.

Zanka, who flinches once when Enjin moves his hand too fast, and now every time Enjin makes a gesture he does so slowly, controlled and careful, making it very obvious what he’s about to do.

Zanka, who tenses up when he sees Riyo holding a gun for the first time, who never takes his eyes off her, like he expects her to shoot him and not the training dummy.

Zanka, who remembers his sister pointing the barrel of a gun to his head and telling him in no uncertain terms that if he was not her brother, she’d have shot him dead instead of holding back

Zanka, who runs until his legs give out because he asked what his training regime should be and Enjin told him to start by running laps. Zanka, who runs without stopping because Enjin never said how long to run, just that he should. Enjin finds him passed out with blood dripping from his nose and spends a full hour creating a detailed, point by point training schedule for him to follow and swearing to himself to never be so vague again.

Zanka, who cries the first time Enjin says he’s proud of him, who wipes at his tears in confusion because he doesn’t understand why. He asks what he did and Enjin says he’s been working so hard, and Zanka still doesn’t get it.

Zanka, who still tenses when someone too tall stands behind him for too long. Zanka, who Riyo drags to eat food because if left alone he’ll train for hours on end without stopping to eat, drink or rest. Zanka, who Enjin has to spend every waking moment with him carefully unraveling years upon years of conditioning from his family.

Zanka, who still doesn’t think he’s enough, who always falls short of his own expectations. Zanka, who Enjin finds crying on the floor of his room, blood seeping down his arms from how hard he’s digging his nails into his own skin.

Zanka, who Enjin patches up and hugs to his chest. Who slowly learns that he’s with people who care, who want to see him grow and succeed. Zanka, who still tenses when people move too fast but who flinches less and simply watches more.

Zanka, so starved for attention and touch but having no idea how to ask for it, finding solace in his battles with Jabber. Zanka, who lets Jabber sink his claws into him over and over again, lets his knuckles break on his skin and return in kind. Zanka, who feels Jabber’s hands on him to throw him around as a means of affection, sees every punch and kick as a way to return the love being given to him in kind.

Zanka, who Riyo has to take by the hand and tell him no, that’s not what love is. Who pulls him into a soft embrace and tells him that love is not pain, it’s comfort. Zanka who cries, never knowing why he does, why his heart hurts so bad.

Zanka remembers his brother, picking him up by the arm harshly and barking at him to continue swinging, that the only reason he’s here is because their sister asked him to be, that he’s doing this for him and he should be grateful for all that he’s doing for him, not sitting on the ground wasting his time

Zanka, who listens to Rudo when he wants to talk about Regto. Who doesn’t understand how a man could love a son that isn’t his so deeply when Zanka’s own blood could care so little for him.

Zanka, who spends his time at the cleaners not just growing but healing. Who gets scolded by the shy Eisha when he comes to her one too many time for accidental self inflicted injuries, who Riyo takes every chance she gets to lean on him, be in his space and offer him the touch he so desperately craves, who Enjin constantly reminds to care of himself like he would another.

Just Zanka realizing he was in an abusive family, and finding solace in his new one.

Zanka mentioning in the manga that his sister made him dodge bullets, and then seeing his reaction to just spotting his brother in the distance at the doll festival? This poor boy has been THROUGH it

Let me know if I should add anymore warnings!

[zankamybeloved]

His Good Luck Charm

Synopsis: Zanka, new to the cleaners, is enamoured by the sweet supporter that helps him

Warnings: None. A little ooc? I made Zanka a simp. Mentions of manga characters, but no huge spoilers.

She transfers over to team Akuta a week after Zanka joins. Supporters generally stick to one team, but can be placed anywhere if really needed—she had been on team child before this, but with the amount of members needed to be kept in check, Semiu decided a transfer was necessary.

Doesn’t explain why she makes his chest feel funny.

“Be more careful,” she chides, wiping the small cut on his cheek and slapping a bandage over top, “Even a small cut can easily be infected, y’know?”

“Mhm,” he hums, staring at her face. She’s so close.

Then she whirls around and points at Enjin. “You! He wasn’t supposed to be fighting today!”

He shrugs. “Best way for the kid to learn.”

“Solo?!”

“Come on, he was fine!”

She reaches down and slips off her shoe. Enjin opens his umbreaker, peeking out from behind it. “Let’s not be hasty now.”

Zanka watches, mesmerized, as she somehow manages to smack Enjin, the Enjin, right in the back of his head with her shoe despite his attempts to defend himself. He crouches down and whines, clutching the wounded spot.

“I know it might be exciting to jump right into fighting,” she says, grabbing his hands and guiding him to stand. Her hands are soft, “But you don’t need to prove yourself so soon, okay? Everyone knows you’ll be an excellent cleaner.”

He feels his cheeks get warm, travelling up his ears. “Uh, okay,” he agrees, “Thanks.”

She grins at him. “We supporters will always back you up, so don’t forget to rely on us a couple of times too, okay?”

“Mh. I’ll be sure to.”

She finally releases his hands, waving as she turns to go and talk to some of the townsfolk that had requested their help in the first place. He stares at her, then back at his hands. They're still warm.

Enjin throws an arm around his shoulders, startling him. He’s grinning wildly. “That’s quite the look,” he teases, “Has someone got a crush~?”

“No!” Zanka yelps, turning his head away from him, “I—of course not! I just ain’t used to someone being that nice.”

Enjin laughs at him. “Sure thing. You did great today.”

His spine goes straight, and he waits until Enjin is far ahead of him to grin. Yes! Enjin said he did great! Enjin!

He coughs, trying to regain his composure. This was a good first job. He jogs over to meet up with the rest of his team.

“Zanka!” She calls out to him, waving, “The towns offered us a free meal for our troubles! You’ve gotta taste the ramen from here!”

His heart does a funny little jump. “Okay,” he agrees, “Sounds good.”

She grabs his wrist and a noise escapes his throat. Enjin grins at him as she drags him away, and he pretends he didn’t see it.

…he hopes she’ll continue to act as a supporter on all of his missions.

She bandages his hand, gentle as always. “Sorry I wasn’t there,” she says, “Team child needed me.”

“‘S okay,” Zanka says, staring at her face again. She’d been his regular supporter, but on his recent mission she had to be pulled away. Of course that’s the mission he loses his focus and gets his hand sliced open.

She smooths out the bandage, then presses a kiss to it. His cheeks colour, and he stares with wide eyes.

“Ah, sorry,” she laughs, suddenly realizing what she’d done, “Dear always wants me to kiss his boo-boos better. It’s a habit.”

“I don’ mind,” Zanka murmurs, “…Definitely makes it better.”

She smiles at him. “Yeah? I’ll kiss them all better for you, too, then.”

He scratches his cheek. “…should stay on my missions, too.”

“Hm?” She hums, putting away her medical supplies.

“Never get hurt when you’re there,” he clarifies, “So you should always be with me. Like a good luck charm.”

She giggles. “I’m your good luck charm?” She looks at him with a pretty shade of pink dusting her cheeks. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be your good luck charm, Zanka.”

He melts. “…thanks.”

“You’re so whipped,” Enjin muses, “Ask her out already.”

“But what if she says no?” He stresses, not even bothering to deny it.

“She won’t. She likes you too.”

“Do… Do you really think so?”

“With Follo joining as a supporter,” Enjin starts, “Technically, we don’t need her on our team anymore. However, when Semiu asked about transferring her back to team child, she refused. Wanna know why?”

Zanka looks at him with wide eyes. “…why?”

He grins at him. “Because she has to be your good luck charm.”

His heart stutters in his chest, and he wrings his uniform jacket between his hands nervously. “…really?”

“Mmmhm,” Enjin confirms, “And she loved being on team child, so for her to stay for you… means a bit more than just caring for a friend.”

Zanka’s ears burn, thoughts running a mile a minute. “…where um… do’yuh know where she is?”

“Restocking in the clinic.”

Zanka turns and darts off.

“Are you okay?” She asks, ever the worrier.

“Um,” Zanka says, face hot, “Uh… I…”

She stares at him with her big, pretty eyes. He sucks in a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really um… appreciate you, y’know?”

She smiles at him. “Thank you, Zanka. I appreciate you, too.”

He lets out a breath. “…I um… I like ya a lot, too.”

She blinks up at him.

“Like a lot,” he starts rambling, nerves buzzing through him, “Like, u-um, really like ya, have for a while. You make me happy, and—uh, I wanna make you happy too, y’know? If you’ll lemmie do it, I-I won’t let ya down—“

“Zanka.”

He shuts his mouth. She grabs his hands, grinning. “Can I kiss you?” She asks, and steam practically begins seeping from his head with how red his face becomes.

“Would like that,” he murmurs, soft. She steps forward, cups his cheek, and presses their lips together.

“I like you too,” she whispers.

His heart beats erratically in his chest, hands finding a home on her waist. “…’m glad.”

Truly, he is.